Hello, chubby chasers
I am holding myself in a University of Florida plant sciences lab, typing from a dimly lit corner on a shitty laptop. I've never been to Florida before in life. Never, until I met the person who I thought would be the love of my life.
She, who I'll be calling "Pupura", was a nice middle ground between fat and thin. Wide ass but a relatively small waist with decent sized tits. She was going to UF for a Masters of Fine Arts. I was going there for a Doctor of Plant Medicine. She also happened to be a Disney adult.
One summer, I took her out to Disney World Orlando. It was the time when they introduced the Blueberry syrup drizzled corn dogs. She wanted to try one, but I was hesitant because I thought they looked disgusting. More so because this vendor selling the corn dogs was in some secluded area of the park near one of the tunnels used by staff members.
He was also offering them at a heavily discounted price. Wanting to save a little money, I obliged, but only for her. Only for her. I wish I had stopped myself before she took the first bite.
It happened way too fast. My girlfriend finishing the corn dog. Her suddenly turning a deep shade of blue, way deeper than her already dark skin tone. I froze, standing with a boner, as her hips and stomach grew. She swelled into a massive dark, blue ball that consumed her head, arms, and legs. Her clothes had also been torn to wet, sticky shreds of clothing covered in purple gunk.
The last we ever exchanged eye contact was when the strange Disney employee rolled her into the tunnel system. The fucking ultilidoors. She screamed my name frantically, stuttering fearfully among the sloshing of her body. My dick got harder watching her be rolled away. I wanted to help, but my balls were pulsating like crazy.
She had eventually been rolled around a corner out of sight, seconds before I fell to my knees from an unprecented loss of blood. The doctors at the nearby hospital said I nearly died. My cock had almost exploded off my body and onto the floor. I could've lived the rest of my live as a eunuch.
Now, I'm living the rest of it without her. I refuse to anything with blueberries included as an ingredient now. Seeing blueberries at the grocery store gives me PTSD and an intense raging hard-on. Sometimes, I see that man who rolled her off standing outside my apartment building, staring up at me.
He left me a present once. A small gift box with a chunk of my girlfriend's afro. A deep blue puff of hair that smells just like blueberries. I can hear footsteps and doors opening as I type this.
See you later, BBW Chan.