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I’m having incredible ** with my enormously fat coworker.
First of all I’m an in shape guy 6’1” 190lbs, athletic and active, I’ve been told that I’m good looking by a lot of women. I’ve always been attracted to thin athletic women who take care of their bodies and work hard at staying in shape. But lately I’ve had some disturbing personal interaction with this obese woman at work. There is a woman that works in my office who is morbidly obese. She is about 5’4” tall and probably 400-500lbs, that’s right 500lbs; grotesquely fat by most people’s standards. I have no idea how she got hired because I know the HR manager in our company pretty well and she views fat people as lazy and poor employees and would never voluntarily hire a woman who is 500lbs. The woman in question is in her late 20s or early 30s at the most. She is married to a ** who verbally and I think might be physically abusing her. She has a face like and angle, an incredibly ** voice, long strawberry blonde hair, ** the size of water melons but the rest of her body is a quivering jiggling mass of what I would normally view as a hot mess. She also has 2 children from another relationship other than her current husband (normally another ** killer). She is sweet and always has a sunny disposition despite the personal turmoil I know she endures. The poor girl is so fat that she literally sweats profusely just sitting at her desk working on her computer. She works hard and does exemplary work but never seems to get any recognition for it. She is known around the office as Piggy Sue (not her real name) and most of our coworkers treat her like a disease. One of our fellow coworker went out to lunch with her once and reported back to the rest of us that she doesn’t eat her food, she devourers it like a starving hog. Everyone thought it was funny as ** but I only felt bad and ashamed of the way the rest of the office was acting. I think my desire for her is purely out of lustful curiosity because I do not want to get caught up in her personal drama and I’ve never found a fat woman attractive before in my life. Unfortunately to complicate matters I’m married as well to a lovely thin woman who keeps herself in shape and whom I have been married to for 10 years. I have never strayed from her and I have never had the desire to seek out other women before but our ** life even while dating has always been tame and kind of boring at best. The woman at work is nowhere near my type and is as fat as ** but for some unexplainable reason I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Fat women have always revolted me but I now find myself fantasying about her whenever I am not with her. I think about having ** with this woman all the time and I can’t get the vision of her huge wobbling blubbery body out of my head. It has gotten so bad that I now actually avoid having ** with my wife because I fantasied about the other woman while doing it with my wife and I have a fear of calling out the other woman’s name in a fit of ecstasy. Although I have hooked up with the fatty only a 4 times the ** was absolutely incredible, off the charts incredible, shear bliss and it gets better with each encounter. It was nothing I’ve ever experienced before in my 35 years of life. They say that fat women give the best head but this chick not only give incredible BJs (golf ball thru a garden hose) but her fat doughy ** is as plush and as soft as riding in a Rolls Royce and she is an ** freak too boot. I’ve never had a woman that would do ** let alone enjoy it like this woman does. IMHO if you ever find a woman that loves ** she is a keeper of the highest order. Her huge ** is like a soft cushion and I can only describe it like riding on a cloud. Her ** is glide smooth and snug. The suction is almost too much for both of us to handle. I’ve never heard a woman make so much noise before her moans and grunts and squeals are like a symphony of sexual delight and when she comes it’s like the earth is moving beneath you. She arches her back so high and hard that she literally rises off the bed like a whale breeching in the Pacific Ocean.
Now what to do about this; we’re not exactly in love but if things progress as they are I can envision it happening very easily. I don’t want to divorce my wife because it will ruin me financially and hurt her emotionally. I don’t even want to think about how badly it will hurt her. But on the other hand I don’t want to give up this incredible woman and the incredible ** she gives. Unfortunately life is full of hard choices.
Thanks for your kind and encouraging words. I like the NAAFA idea ... a lot. 10,000 cheeseburgers might work. As far as me catching you with my big ole self, you have to sleep sometime. I like the thought of a bathtub full or Ben & Jerry's. I would so like it filled with Chunky Monkey. OMG, so delicious! I could feast on Chunky Monkey nonstop for days! But, back to the meat of this matter. I will catch your anorexic self. You know how some beautifully big people can dance like ballerinas? I am like that with running. When ** ants called me fatso as a kid and ran off like chickens, I always caught them and sat on their faces. OMG, that was so beautiful when they screamed and cried like little **, just like you will when I plant my bodacious ** on your screaming, crying face. And, you know what? Because you are acting like such a **, when I sit on your face I am going to ** on it too. I am a proper lady, but I am not above breaking wind on a little ** face. So there!
I have a question Tubby; these kids that you claim to have run down, were they crippled, missing a leg, afflicted with polio, tied to a tree or some ** like that? Because that’s the only way a big fat tub of gelatin like you could ever catch a normal size person. Also when you sat on them and they screamed and cried it should have been a hint right then and there that you big fat ** was ** mad scary. Maybe if you had taken the hint back then and did something about your immense size you wouldn’t get so angry when someone pointed out the fact that you are so big that you bend sunlight. Didn’t your whoever raised notice that you were obese or were they too busy feeding you Doritos and Pepsi?
BTW, I could almost hear you salivating as you slobbered all over your keyboard writing about chunky monkey. You must be an enormous hog, a woman in full elephant mode. I’ll bet a scant 50 years ago a woman like you could only be found in a sideshow. Such a shame that the gift of life and health can be so nonchalantly traded away for a gluttonous obsession with food.
I will give you this. You write some clever, funny stuff. You should be writing books instead of wasting your writing talents bashing beautiful big women. That aside, you have really asked for it now. Soon you will get your long overdue comeuppance. All over the vast outreaches of cyberspace, I have ** sisters in arms searching for your true identity, one is a retired detective, another a hacker. They have seen your writing style and are combing every nook and cranny of the net to find places you posted before and track your ** down. When we find you, and we will, no matter how far away from me you are, I will travel to your location. And I don't care if you are in freakin Siberia. In person I will publicly humiliate you to tears, film it, and post it on YouTube and everywhere. I'm going to contact local media and turn the humiliation of your life into a media circus with me as the dork tamer and you as the shocked, whimpering dork. And you know what? I just might put the 10,000 cheeseburger bounty on your head, or maybe I'll do 500 Chunky Monkeys. Yeah, food rewards are always good. Be very very afraid. We are coming for you. Nowhere is safe, and you, Sir, are a marked man.
Holy Christ now I’m being threatened with psychological torture by Moby **’s BIG sister. Well I'm sharpening my harpoons as we speak. The battle will be epic; worthy of a sequel to the classic Melville novel. A golden sovereign for the first lad who spots the landwhale!
Come and get me beluga, I've got ropes and a big cargo net all ready to go. There is a tank at Sea World with your name on it. I hope you like performing tricks for frozen fish treats.
BTW, In order for you and your ** (big bloated women) sisters to find me you will have to take a break from stuffing your fat faces with fried Twinkies and diet soda. Since we both know that ain’t going to happen in either of our lifetimes, why don’t you and the rest of the slump busters just be content to eat yourselves into a big fat sugary coma. Maybe then while you are in your comatose state you will drop a few 100 pounds and you won't be so angry.
Lol, you are out of your blooming mind with all that fish and ** rambling, though I did like the Twinkies part, yum! Double yum! Diet soda is for prissies. I go industrial strength soda with all the sugar and all the caffeine. I have found full strength soda taste super yummy with glazed, chocolate-covered donuts. By the way, methinks your fascination with ocean fish might suggest you live near the sea. Perhaps you are one of those Cali boys. I've made a mental note of that and will share my insight with my sisters in arms. You have more to worry about now. I am using my paranormal mind powers to teach you a much needed lesson. If you wake up in the night with the sensation someone kicked you in the buttocks, that was me via my chi projection ** kick. I got a voodoo doll I visualized as being you. I rubbed the doll on the computer screen over your writing to infuse your vibe into it. I lit 7 dragon's blood incense sticks and 7 black candles in front of the doll, which I wrote ** Hater on with a Magic Marker. I whispered secret voodoo chants 13 times. Then I yelled "KISS MY **" and slapped the ** out the doll's face. So don't be surprised if you feel like someone is slapping your ** hating puss. I'm pulling out all the stops and going with my A game now. See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.