[Author's note: Here is the fifth part in my sort of BBW/FA story. Figured I'd continue it for anyone who was intresting in seeing where I was going to take the characters. It is from the perspective of Amanda.]
Part 5- Moons over My Hammy and the Magic of the BIZ!
“What can I get you?” a red haired middle-aged waitress asked us. Her skirt was unreasonably short, and showed off her obscene amount of varicose veins crisscrossing on her legs, giving the illusion she was wearing fishnets.
“I will have a Meat Lover’s Grand Slam, an Oreo shake, a Meat Lover’s omelet, and a Sprite. The gentleman will have Moons Over My Hammy and a Coke,” I said to the waitress with as eloquently as I could; the walk over here sobered me up a bit.
“Ughh…” he bellowed. Unfortunately for my date, he doesn’t have the benefit of weighing over 300 pounds and looks like he is struggling to just stay conscious, let alone know what is going on.
“What do you mean JESUS was MEXICAN?! Huh? No I won’t eat fondue…no I don’t care if it is Swiss, I told you already Leviticus says melted cheese is a sin,” he yelled at the non-existent person next to him. Man, he is adorable, with his lightly gelled spikes, his dark brown eyes that convey a quiet sorrow, his black Wu-Tang t-shirt, and dark blue Zoo York jeans which give him just the right mix of mystery and edge. I am so glad he asked me out.
“You okay over there sailor?” I asked, hoping he was starting to regain a bit of composure.
“What do you mean you like my hat? I AM NOT WEARING A HAT!” he yelled. Yeah, he is still gone.
“Here you go,” the waitress said, handing James his order.
“Thank you…I told you I’m not gay, I am Christian,” he said to the waitress.
“Okay… Ma’am, it’ll be a minute before your order will be ready,” she said, heading back to the kitchen.
He should be alright now that he can get some food in his stomach and maybe it’ll make him less comically drunk… oh man, that is disturbing.
He struggled to put his Moons over my Hammy into his mouth, often hitting his cheek and leaving a gross yellow smudge.
“Look, Mommy, I am a big boy,” he said, crushing his Moons over my Hammy into a weird paste.
“You know what, let’s go back to my place and get you out of the public,” I said, fearing what might ensue if we waited for my meal to arrive. I left a tip on the table and grabbed him in my arms and headed towards my place.
Once we got outside he dozed off in my arms, and I walked the couple of blocks to my apartment. Luckily I blackmailed my landlord into giving me half on rent, so I don‘t need a roommate .… I do likes my space.
As we got closer, he woke up and said, “Did I ever tell you, you’re pretty?” starring into my eyes.
“No, but then again I just assumed,” I replied.
“That’s a bit presumptuous don’t you think?” he retorted, as coherent as he has been all night.
“So, you’re finally feeling better?” I asked, just to make sure he wasn’t trying to punk me.
“Yeah, I am. You’re a bad influence, but it’s like my Mom always told me, never trust a big butt and a smile… maybe it was Bel Biv Devoe,” he said.
“It was probably Bel Biv Devoe, but your mother should have told you never try to go drink for drink with a fat girl, it’s a battle you won’t win,” I replied.
“Where are we anyways?” he asked surveying the outside, a puzzled scowl on his face.
“My apartment,” I said, giving him a smile.
“Nice, so how did I do tonight?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked, feigning stupidity with a devilish grin on my face.
“Am I sleeping on the bed, the couch, or the floor?” he inquired.
“Well, if you could have handled your booze better, the bed would have been a definite, but as it is, you are sleeping on the couch,” I replied.
“Shoot!” he blurted out; he is so cute. “So, I just sleep here, with this spring hitting my lower back all night,” he said lying down on the couch, pulling the wool blanket I gave him over his body.
“Yeah, that is the plan,” I replied, flipping through my cd collection, looking for just the right album.
“Prefect” I said.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I replied. “HAVE YOU EVER MET A GIRL THAT YOU TRIED TO DATE, BUT A YEAR TO MAKE LOVE SHE WANTED YOU TO WAIT…” the sound of the Biz Markie poured out of my speakers. I put out my leg first, coming down on it hard causing my thighs to jiggle violently, then spun out and looked over my shoulder to see his reaction.
“What is going on?” he asked.
“SHHHH… just enjoy the show” I said as I put my finger to his lip. “Oh, this skirt is so tight on my ass; I guess I’ll just have to take it off. Oh, the zipper is stuck, seems I’ll just have to try to pull it off over of my big ass…it is going to be a struggle,” I said, inching my skirt down, causing my butt cheeks to shake and quiver. As I slowly inched it down it gave off the effect of slowly flatting dough. “YOU, YOU GOT WHAT I NEED!!!….” the Biz crooned as I finally got my skirt past my ass, letting it fall gently to the floor, and I stood there with my ass hanging out in all its glory. Two pillowy orbs shaking violently as moved my lower back up and down like a paint mixer, sending vibrations through my soft flesh. My hip movements made my luscious fat seem like the sea at full tide, waves going in all directions.
“You like all those waves don’t you? IT’S LIKE PERFECT STORM ISN’T IT? Yeah, what with Marky Mark and his funky bunch do now, that the unruly sea goddess Amanda is angry. George Clooney, your boyish good looks and pet causes won’t help you from these waves,” I said, doing my best sexy talk, but my nerdiness kept creeping in. “After this was established, everything was cool/ The tour was over and she went back to school/ I called every day to see how she was doin'…” the Biz said as I got ready for my next move.
“You like my big juicy ass don’t you, but you want to see my huge tits don’t you? Free of these confines, yeah, you do,” I said in an authoritative voice while peeling my shirt from my body and throwing it down on the floor, causing my arm fat to undulate with a fury. I reached behind trying to unlatch my bra, but it was a little harder as I gained weight recently and forgot to buy a bigger bra, and the extra weight shortened my reach a bit. It took a little effort but I finally got my bra off, and I spun it around my head like Wonder Woman’s lasso and threw it at James, the left cup landing on his head… bonus.
“Oh you like these big 46DDD breasts, don’t you? But don’t forget my cute double belly,” I said, giving him a shimmy and causing my breasts to jiggle and my belly to shake for a minute after I stopped to catch my breath.
“You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend/ But you say he's just a friend, oh baby…” the Biz crooned, as I got ready for the coup de grace.
“What’s that? Oh, so you like What’s Happening!? Well, I’ll tell you watshapnin. It's right hand, left hand, should pop, jump….DYNOMITE” I said as began to do the Rerun dance causing all of my fat to jiggle like a Parkinson's patient having an epileptic fit.
“YEAH LOOK AT ALL THAT FAT JIGGLE, ITS LIKE A POORLY BUILT TENEMENT HOUSING PROJECT DURING AN EARTH QUAKE!” I said as the song finished, I stopped to catch my breath. “So…did you like…my sexy dance?” I said, hard of breath and glistening with sweat.
He sat there silently, giving me a hard stare. “You didn’t like it did you, oh man. I am so embarrassed,” I said, falling to my knees on the verge of tears.
“You…bed…now!” he exclaimed grabbing my hand, and leading me towards my bedroom. I slammed the door, and then we did things illegal in forty-nine except for Alaska, which my Sophomore English Lit professor lovingly referred to as the “All holes filled” state.
(continued in post 4 of this thread)
Part 5- Moons over My Hammy and the Magic of the BIZ!
“What can I get you?” a red haired middle-aged waitress asked us. Her skirt was unreasonably short, and showed off her obscene amount of varicose veins crisscrossing on her legs, giving the illusion she was wearing fishnets.
“I will have a Meat Lover’s Grand Slam, an Oreo shake, a Meat Lover’s omelet, and a Sprite. The gentleman will have Moons Over My Hammy and a Coke,” I said to the waitress with as eloquently as I could; the walk over here sobered me up a bit.
“Ughh…” he bellowed. Unfortunately for my date, he doesn’t have the benefit of weighing over 300 pounds and looks like he is struggling to just stay conscious, let alone know what is going on.
“What do you mean JESUS was MEXICAN?! Huh? No I won’t eat fondue…no I don’t care if it is Swiss, I told you already Leviticus says melted cheese is a sin,” he yelled at the non-existent person next to him. Man, he is adorable, with his lightly gelled spikes, his dark brown eyes that convey a quiet sorrow, his black Wu-Tang t-shirt, and dark blue Zoo York jeans which give him just the right mix of mystery and edge. I am so glad he asked me out.
“You okay over there sailor?” I asked, hoping he was starting to regain a bit of composure.
“What do you mean you like my hat? I AM NOT WEARING A HAT!” he yelled. Yeah, he is still gone.
“Here you go,” the waitress said, handing James his order.
“Thank you…I told you I’m not gay, I am Christian,” he said to the waitress.
“Okay… Ma’am, it’ll be a minute before your order will be ready,” she said, heading back to the kitchen.
He should be alright now that he can get some food in his stomach and maybe it’ll make him less comically drunk… oh man, that is disturbing.
He struggled to put his Moons over my Hammy into his mouth, often hitting his cheek and leaving a gross yellow smudge.
“Look, Mommy, I am a big boy,” he said, crushing his Moons over my Hammy into a weird paste.
“You know what, let’s go back to my place and get you out of the public,” I said, fearing what might ensue if we waited for my meal to arrive. I left a tip on the table and grabbed him in my arms and headed towards my place.
Once we got outside he dozed off in my arms, and I walked the couple of blocks to my apartment. Luckily I blackmailed my landlord into giving me half on rent, so I don‘t need a roommate .… I do likes my space.
As we got closer, he woke up and said, “Did I ever tell you, you’re pretty?” starring into my eyes.
“No, but then again I just assumed,” I replied.
“That’s a bit presumptuous don’t you think?” he retorted, as coherent as he has been all night.
“So, you’re finally feeling better?” I asked, just to make sure he wasn’t trying to punk me.
“Yeah, I am. You’re a bad influence, but it’s like my Mom always told me, never trust a big butt and a smile… maybe it was Bel Biv Devoe,” he said.
“It was probably Bel Biv Devoe, but your mother should have told you never try to go drink for drink with a fat girl, it’s a battle you won’t win,” I replied.
“Where are we anyways?” he asked surveying the outside, a puzzled scowl on his face.
“My apartment,” I said, giving him a smile.
“Nice, so how did I do tonight?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked, feigning stupidity with a devilish grin on my face.
“Am I sleeping on the bed, the couch, or the floor?” he inquired.
“Well, if you could have handled your booze better, the bed would have been a definite, but as it is, you are sleeping on the couch,” I replied.
“Shoot!” he blurted out; he is so cute. “So, I just sleep here, with this spring hitting my lower back all night,” he said lying down on the couch, pulling the wool blanket I gave him over his body.
“Yeah, that is the plan,” I replied, flipping through my cd collection, looking for just the right album.
“Prefect” I said.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I replied. “HAVE YOU EVER MET A GIRL THAT YOU TRIED TO DATE, BUT A YEAR TO MAKE LOVE SHE WANTED YOU TO WAIT…” the sound of the Biz Markie poured out of my speakers. I put out my leg first, coming down on it hard causing my thighs to jiggle violently, then spun out and looked over my shoulder to see his reaction.
“What is going on?” he asked.
“SHHHH… just enjoy the show” I said as I put my finger to his lip. “Oh, this skirt is so tight on my ass; I guess I’ll just have to take it off. Oh, the zipper is stuck, seems I’ll just have to try to pull it off over of my big ass…it is going to be a struggle,” I said, inching my skirt down, causing my butt cheeks to shake and quiver. As I slowly inched it down it gave off the effect of slowly flatting dough. “YOU, YOU GOT WHAT I NEED!!!….” the Biz crooned as I finally got my skirt past my ass, letting it fall gently to the floor, and I stood there with my ass hanging out in all its glory. Two pillowy orbs shaking violently as moved my lower back up and down like a paint mixer, sending vibrations through my soft flesh. My hip movements made my luscious fat seem like the sea at full tide, waves going in all directions.
“You like all those waves don’t you? IT’S LIKE PERFECT STORM ISN’T IT? Yeah, what with Marky Mark and his funky bunch do now, that the unruly sea goddess Amanda is angry. George Clooney, your boyish good looks and pet causes won’t help you from these waves,” I said, doing my best sexy talk, but my nerdiness kept creeping in. “After this was established, everything was cool/ The tour was over and she went back to school/ I called every day to see how she was doin'…” the Biz said as I got ready for my next move.
“You like my big juicy ass don’t you, but you want to see my huge tits don’t you? Free of these confines, yeah, you do,” I said in an authoritative voice while peeling my shirt from my body and throwing it down on the floor, causing my arm fat to undulate with a fury. I reached behind trying to unlatch my bra, but it was a little harder as I gained weight recently and forgot to buy a bigger bra, and the extra weight shortened my reach a bit. It took a little effort but I finally got my bra off, and I spun it around my head like Wonder Woman’s lasso and threw it at James, the left cup landing on his head… bonus.
“Oh you like these big 46DDD breasts, don’t you? But don’t forget my cute double belly,” I said, giving him a shimmy and causing my breasts to jiggle and my belly to shake for a minute after I stopped to catch my breath.
“You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend/ But you say he's just a friend, oh baby…” the Biz crooned, as I got ready for the coup de grace.
“What’s that? Oh, so you like What’s Happening!? Well, I’ll tell you watshapnin. It's right hand, left hand, should pop, jump….DYNOMITE” I said as began to do the Rerun dance causing all of my fat to jiggle like a Parkinson's patient having an epileptic fit.
“YEAH LOOK AT ALL THAT FAT JIGGLE, ITS LIKE A POORLY BUILT TENEMENT HOUSING PROJECT DURING AN EARTH QUAKE!” I said as the song finished, I stopped to catch my breath. “So…did you like…my sexy dance?” I said, hard of breath and glistening with sweat.
He sat there silently, giving me a hard stare. “You didn’t like it did you, oh man. I am so embarrassed,” I said, falling to my knees on the verge of tears.
“You…bed…now!” he exclaimed grabbing my hand, and leading me towards my bedroom. I slammed the door, and then we did things illegal in forty-nine except for Alaska, which my Sophomore English Lit professor lovingly referred to as the “All holes filled” state.
(continued in post 4 of this thread)
