The old saying goes "Once you go fat, you never go back."
I've never liked it because it doesn't rhyme. Surely the ad agency who created that term (I'm kidding, here, folks) could think of something better.
But there's something to it anyway.
Once you have passed a few nights waking up to an absolutely enormous woman next to you, whose very body rivals the comforter and all the pillows put together in size and feel and fluffiness---you have no desire to go back to a wispy creature, however charming she may be.
When you see a naked woman who weighs 400 pounds get up to go to the bathroom, her entire body a delightful mass of hanging flab, jiggling this way and that, you want to see it again and again. Forget it---you're hooked.
When you go to bed first and she joins you later after staying up and watching TV, it's like a boyhood dream where you wished a sexy chick would just appear in your bed. She's as wide as the doorway. She takes off all her clothes and, with some effort, places a knee up onto the bed, her belly flab and pendulous breasts hanging, the fat on her arms complimenting the rest of her. She swings the other thigh over, then gets under the covers. You reach over and there she is---a very, very, very fat woman.
And you love very, very, very fat women.
Hello!
Never gets old.
No, you can't go back!
I've never liked it because it doesn't rhyme. Surely the ad agency who created that term (I'm kidding, here, folks) could think of something better.
But there's something to it anyway.
Once you have passed a few nights waking up to an absolutely enormous woman next to you, whose very body rivals the comforter and all the pillows put together in size and feel and fluffiness---you have no desire to go back to a wispy creature, however charming she may be.
When you see a naked woman who weighs 400 pounds get up to go to the bathroom, her entire body a delightful mass of hanging flab, jiggling this way and that, you want to see it again and again. Forget it---you're hooked.
When you go to bed first and she joins you later after staying up and watching TV, it's like a boyhood dream where you wished a sexy chick would just appear in your bed. She's as wide as the doorway. She takes off all her clothes and, with some effort, places a knee up onto the bed, her belly flab and pendulous breasts hanging, the fat on her arms complimenting the rest of her. She swings the other thigh over, then gets under the covers. You reach over and there she is---a very, very, very fat woman.
And you love very, very, very fat women.
Hello!
Never gets old.
No, you can't go back!
