Russell Williams
Well-Known Member
If we tell our children fairy tales, why should all the main characters be thin? Would life have been different if, when you were young, your parents had often told you Plumperella?
Plumperella
A story for the children of beautiful fat folks.
Once upon a time thee was a beautiful, big, girl named Plumperella. She was a true plumpkin and not just a disguised skinnykin. She was a size 62, loved her food, and flaunted her beauty.
Unfortunately she lived with a wicked, skinny, stepmother and two wicked, skinny, stepsisters. Because these skinnykins envied Plumperellass beauty they hated her. Their envy and hatred led them to try to destroy her beauty.
The step sisters would drop nasty hints, Plumperella, wouldnt you feel more comfortable if you weighted less. They would make nasty suggestions, Plumperella, have you ever heard of Overeaters Anonymous?
The wicked step sisters even went so far as to put the beautiful Plumperellas name on the Weight Watchers mailing list. Now you know what envious, nasty, people the beautiful Plumperella lived with.
Well, one day the prince of the country, who was a true FA,. decided to invite all the eligible women in the county to a party. He hoped to discover a lovely, happy, intelligent, self confident plumpkin to be his bride.
The prince sent out invitations all over the country, and in the house where the beautiful Plumperella lived there was great excitement.
The two stepsisters tried for a week to make themselves as lovely as possible, but they were just not good eaters.
Finally on the night of the party, in desperation, they stuffed pillows into their clothes and went.
Poor beautiful Plumperella had to stay home because the wicked stepsisters had hidden all her beautiful clothing.
Plumperella sat alone in the kitchen crying into her ice cream, when, suddenly, her fairy godmother appeared and said, Plumperella, why are you not at the ball? After the beautiful Plumperella had explained her problem, the fairly godmother patted her on the shoulder and said, I am your fairy godmother and you will go tot the ball. Plumperella, of course, was going bonkers through all of this.
Then the fairy godmother waved her magic wand once -----POOF ---- and Plumperella had a bath and a new hairdo. The fairy godmother waved it again and ---- POOF ----and Plumperella was wearing a genuine size 62 Karen Scott Jones special pantsuit. She was a knockout!
Finally there was another wave of the magic wand and ---POOF--- there was a new motorcar for the beautiful Plumperella to go to the ball in.
At the party the Prince was bored. The Palace was full of sizes six to sixteen with an occasional size twenty thrown in. The biggest women there were the wicked stepsisters.
But every time the prince would try to dance with them he would start to sneeze. (He was allergic to the feathers in the pillows)
Then the beautiful Plumperella walked in the door. The prince watched her coming down the stairs and said, WOW. The prince started toward her and tripped over his tongue.
From that point on the prince was in heaven. He danced almost every dance with the beautiful Plumperella.
He only stopped to lead Plumperella to the sea food smorgasbord where she had lobster tails dipped in butter, fried oysters, fried clams, raw clams, oyster stew, and other good things. Because she was with the prince, no one said nasty things like, Once on the lips, forever on the hips.
As the evening passed the prince slowly went into a blissful trance brought there by the magnificent beauty and joyful softness of Plumperella.
However, suddenly the clock began to chime. BONG, BONG. BONG. It was midnight and Plumperella remembered that she must be home by midnight.
Plumperella ran from the party, hopped into the motor car, and drove for home.
As the clock struck midnight, the car broke down, the pantsuit changed back into rags, and the beautiful Plumperella had to get out and walk home.
When Plumperellas stepsisters returned they found the beautiful Plumperella in bed with blissful smile on her face,
The poor prince was broken hearted because his heaven had disappeared.. However, Plumperella had take off her pantsuits shawl and left it at the party.
The next morning the prince ordered that all the eligible women in the county should try on the shawl until the beautiful Plumperella was found.
The shawl was taken about the county and women tried it on. Some could get their whole bodies into one corner. Most got lost in it.
After a week the prince was in the pits. The prince kept saying. Where is she? Where is she?
Finally the prince and his men came to Plumperellas house. The wicked stepsisters tried on the shawl but it went thrice round both of them together. The prince sadly asked if there were any other eligible women in the house. The wicked stepmother said, NO, and the saddened prince turned to leave.
At that moment, the beautiful Plumperella was upstairs walking over a part of the floor where the termites has been working. The floor gave way and the beautiful Plumperella fell through and landed on the couch with a ham sandwich in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. Plumperella look very surprised and said, Good grief, I do not believe this.
The prince saw the beautiful Plumperella and ran to her with the shawl. With his heart beating wildly her helped her into the shawl. It was a little tight because Plumperella had been eating well. The prince realized that he had found the beautiful Plumperella and burst out in tears hugging her. She enfurled him in her arms and said, Poor Baby! Poor Baby!
As soon as possible the prince and Plumperella were married. They lived happily every after and went to a different smorgasbord every night.
The end.
Plumperella
A story for the children of beautiful fat folks.
Once upon a time thee was a beautiful, big, girl named Plumperella. She was a true plumpkin and not just a disguised skinnykin. She was a size 62, loved her food, and flaunted her beauty.
Unfortunately she lived with a wicked, skinny, stepmother and two wicked, skinny, stepsisters. Because these skinnykins envied Plumperellass beauty they hated her. Their envy and hatred led them to try to destroy her beauty.
The step sisters would drop nasty hints, Plumperella, wouldnt you feel more comfortable if you weighted less. They would make nasty suggestions, Plumperella, have you ever heard of Overeaters Anonymous?
The wicked step sisters even went so far as to put the beautiful Plumperellas name on the Weight Watchers mailing list. Now you know what envious, nasty, people the beautiful Plumperella lived with.
Well, one day the prince of the country, who was a true FA,. decided to invite all the eligible women in the county to a party. He hoped to discover a lovely, happy, intelligent, self confident plumpkin to be his bride.
The prince sent out invitations all over the country, and in the house where the beautiful Plumperella lived there was great excitement.
The two stepsisters tried for a week to make themselves as lovely as possible, but they were just not good eaters.
Finally on the night of the party, in desperation, they stuffed pillows into their clothes and went.
Poor beautiful Plumperella had to stay home because the wicked stepsisters had hidden all her beautiful clothing.
Plumperella sat alone in the kitchen crying into her ice cream, when, suddenly, her fairy godmother appeared and said, Plumperella, why are you not at the ball? After the beautiful Plumperella had explained her problem, the fairly godmother patted her on the shoulder and said, I am your fairy godmother and you will go tot the ball. Plumperella, of course, was going bonkers through all of this.
Then the fairy godmother waved her magic wand once -----POOF ---- and Plumperella had a bath and a new hairdo. The fairy godmother waved it again and ---- POOF ----and Plumperella was wearing a genuine size 62 Karen Scott Jones special pantsuit. She was a knockout!
Finally there was another wave of the magic wand and ---POOF--- there was a new motorcar for the beautiful Plumperella to go to the ball in.
At the party the Prince was bored. The Palace was full of sizes six to sixteen with an occasional size twenty thrown in. The biggest women there were the wicked stepsisters.
But every time the prince would try to dance with them he would start to sneeze. (He was allergic to the feathers in the pillows)
Then the beautiful Plumperella walked in the door. The prince watched her coming down the stairs and said, WOW. The prince started toward her and tripped over his tongue.
From that point on the prince was in heaven. He danced almost every dance with the beautiful Plumperella.
He only stopped to lead Plumperella to the sea food smorgasbord where she had lobster tails dipped in butter, fried oysters, fried clams, raw clams, oyster stew, and other good things. Because she was with the prince, no one said nasty things like, Once on the lips, forever on the hips.
As the evening passed the prince slowly went into a blissful trance brought there by the magnificent beauty and joyful softness of Plumperella.
However, suddenly the clock began to chime. BONG, BONG. BONG. It was midnight and Plumperella remembered that she must be home by midnight.
Plumperella ran from the party, hopped into the motor car, and drove for home.
As the clock struck midnight, the car broke down, the pantsuit changed back into rags, and the beautiful Plumperella had to get out and walk home.
When Plumperellas stepsisters returned they found the beautiful Plumperella in bed with blissful smile on her face,
The poor prince was broken hearted because his heaven had disappeared.. However, Plumperella had take off her pantsuits shawl and left it at the party.
The next morning the prince ordered that all the eligible women in the county should try on the shawl until the beautiful Plumperella was found.
The shawl was taken about the county and women tried it on. Some could get their whole bodies into one corner. Most got lost in it.
After a week the prince was in the pits. The prince kept saying. Where is she? Where is she?
Finally the prince and his men came to Plumperellas house. The wicked stepsisters tried on the shawl but it went thrice round both of them together. The prince sadly asked if there were any other eligible women in the house. The wicked stepmother said, NO, and the saddened prince turned to leave.
At that moment, the beautiful Plumperella was upstairs walking over a part of the floor where the termites has been working. The floor gave way and the beautiful Plumperella fell through and landed on the couch with a ham sandwich in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. Plumperella look very surprised and said, Good grief, I do not believe this.
The prince saw the beautiful Plumperella and ran to her with the shawl. With his heart beating wildly her helped her into the shawl. It was a little tight because Plumperella had been eating well. The prince realized that he had found the beautiful Plumperella and burst out in tears hugging her. She enfurled him in her arms and said, Poor Baby! Poor Baby!
As soon as possible the prince and Plumperella were married. They lived happily every after and went to a different smorgasbord every night.
The end.
