Confessions of a Dominant BBW... Being a 'big' girl in today's street parlance usually refers to the bra size one looks for in Marks and Spencer. But I've always been a 'big girl' -- since even before my mammaries started developing into the super-size jugs they are now. It wasn't that I ate too much -- it just seemed that was how I was meant to be. My gra...
Author's Note: This story correlates with Christie's trampling adventures commonly found under the 'Fetish' category. It has been converted from a fictional transcript, and is therefore mostly TELL and very little show. The interview is done in real-time and is a tad over an hour long. ----------------------- Not being one to shy away from something differ...
"Where are all the BBW strippers, let alone BBW strip clubs?!" ― Don Keedik From the tenth floor of the Four Queens, Don could hear the drunken droves below, as the six-foot tall, Chinese BBW jerked his javelin. This mental snapshot ― tattered, and yellowing with age ― graced the cover of his cerebral photo album. Most broke out Polaroids of brainwashed k...
Stan Greenburg -- retired billionaire -- peered over his glasses at the fat, snaggle-toothed grandma sitting across the table. She's not as old as she looks, he thought. Probably only in her forties. She reeked of stale tobacco smoke. "What's your name?" he asked. "Marsha McCoy." "And you want to be a housekeeper?" "Yup." "This is a pretty big hous...
Christie, Cindy and Brian have been consistently one-upping each other when it comes to their appreciation for trampling over the past nine years, minus the two years the girls were away on business. In that time, they haven't come across anyone whom they feel is anywhere close to their level. They have met several dozen guys that have come close. Some have...
The Ultiplex exploded into life with a flash of lightning, an arc streaming from the blade and turning its foes to dust. Death boiled the blood of its enemies and fear clouded their minds, despair broke apart their morale and wisened the youth of their stature. Within moments, they were gone, their presence altogether stricken from the lands, and so it was t...
*Part One of a Series... I've been in this town two months now. No Friends. No relations. No job. Nothing but a hotel room, two suitcases and a laptop. What do you do? Well, I don't know about other people, but I masturbate. So what if the first thing I did after checking in this afternoon was to jerk off? And then nap. And then jerk off again. And then eat...
"Myra's Book Shop Redux." By Jedd Clampett ~~V~~ My Prologue: My God I'm pulling my hair out. Whatever you do don't skim what people write, and don't look for some cheating story with some kind of logical or justifiable pay back every time you open one! Gosh, everyone understands no one wins with infidelity. No one ever wins! Infidelity is about murder;...
Author's note: Though much of my work is completely fiction, based on fantasies of mine and/or friends of mine, some of it is partly non-fiction. That's the case with this story. While several details have been changed, I actually did fall deeply in love and lust with a bisexual minority BBW who was serving a 15-year prison sentence several hundred miles awa...
It all started when you pricked your finger on that weird old pen in that antique shop you went into for the hell of it a week ago. You were sick for a couple days, but when you got better, you discovered that you have a strange new power. You, a fan of pretty much all forms of mass media, now have the ability to step into any movie, television show, book, c...