So, why do I like BBW and SSBBW so much?  Do you as well, and have you ever wondered what the appeal is?

In case you're not a super-experienced porn junkie, that's Big Beautiful Women and Super-Sized BBW. 

  I've been attracted to round faces and bodies for as long as I can remember liking girls.  As a child I thought my chubby first cousin was just the most adorable girl I'd ever seen.  She had a tiny piggy nose, blond hair, and a round face with a tiny, sharp chin.  I could go on, but she was my cousin and was only a kid, then, though she did make an attractive adult later.

In middle school I fawned over the fattest girl in our class.  The one that everyone thought was gross.  I still remember that she wore these ankle-high socks with frills on them which accentuated her really big calves and thighs and the proportinately tiny shoes she wore.  She was a real bitch, that Vanecia (pronounced "Vanessa")-- she was always in a bad mood and scowling.  But it was no wonder.  She got picked on every day, even while I secretly wanted to undress her and feel her huge round face and big arms.  I used to get home from school and jack off thinking about feeling her fat legs and how her big puffy lips would feel on my dick.  But that's what others found so disgusting about her, right?

It took a long time to get over that for me-- having others frown upon the girls I found to be attractive.  As a teenager and even in my early 20's, I struggled with conscientousness  over my taste in women.  I'd sometimes have an unspoken crush on a girl only to have my closest friends rag on her (mostly behing her back, but not always) for her weight or some other physical shortcoming.  This always deterred me from pursuing her.  The one girlfriend I did have in high school was the ugly one, and I got away with that only because she was part of my clique.  Pale skin the same color as her pale hair, messed up teeth.  Her body was thick all over and not too shapely, but she did have a nice broad backside and wore tight jeans all the time.  I'm sure my most judgmental friend (my best friend, conveniently) loved it all.  

Once in college, I was at a friend's apartment.  Because it was a fairly new thing at the time, he had the internet on his PC and I didn't, and I found myself alone in the room with his computer one day.  I looked up fat chick porn on the dial-up connection, sweating all the while because the pages loaded so slowly on the dial-up connection.  Of course my friend walked into the room just as Angel (if you're a BBW porn fan, you may remember the very fair-skinned, very buxom and curvy model Angel who appeared on an old site called hotfat.com) loaded up on my screen.  There she was, kneeling with arms behind her head, displaying her huge fat tits, chunky belly and hips, and big thighs.  My friend got a huge laugh out of seeing me looking at her, much to my humiliation.  If he thought that she was funny, though, he might die laughing at some of the beauties I've been with since!

Looking back, of course, I wish I'd done my thing and told them to all fuck off and gotten with the fat girls let the chips fall where they may.  In my mid-twenties, after my friends and I all drifted away from each other, I ended up living with a girl from high school that all my friends knew from back in the day.  Before I reconnected with her, I had heard stories from them.  "Yeah, she got big lately."  That kinda thing.   When she came to hang out at my place with a mutual friend, I was smitten with her appearance.  White skin lightly freckled across the nose, huge pretty brown eyes, long, brown, well-kept hair because she was a stylist.  Round, white skin emerging sneakily from the waist of jeans that hugged her very wide hips.  She was gorgeous, and I fell in love with that.

But not with her, really.  She was lazy in bed and taciturn everywhere else.  She was beautiful, but uninteresting.

By that time I'd already been addicted to porn, I think, and was looking at a lot of SSBBW and even big men.  She found a folder on the computer one day entitled "Big men, big cocks", much to our mutual horror.  But I digress.   Point is, I wanted more than her...bigger than her...more interesting than her.  We broke up. 

Because she was so bad in bed and I hadn't ever really had great sex with a fat girl, my spirits waned.  Did I want the wrong thing?  It was then that I connected with the raunchiest, most adventurous lover I've ever had, who was also an SSBBW.

I met her online and went to her place for a hookup.  She met me on the corner, and when I first spied her big shelf booty in the tight jeans she wore, I specifically remember saying, "Oh fuck yes," right before she got in the car.  I parked and followed her to her apartment, letting her go first up the stairs.  I still remember her stopping with her big ass right in my face, wiggling it at me, and chuckling at my attempts to hide the fact that my head was swimming.

  When we fucked, it was the first time a woman had ever thrown me down and put me in her herself.  I was going down on her,  and she was so turned on and impatient that she rolled me over and just stuck it right in.  She weighted about 325 or so at that point, I think, and her weight on me and her grinding aggressively on my cock was a revelation to me.  She was perfectly willing to send me home and then maybe hook up again sometime, but I had to go and show my interest in her and make a relationship of it.

  Ultimately, we broke up.  I think the whole thing was a fling born of infatuation, convenience, and pure physical attraction.  But my time with Amy affirmed that I had plenty of good reason to fucking crave fat women.  I never went back to smaller women after that.  Sometimes I wonder that if I weren't committed at this point in my life, if I'd want to fuck a skinny woman just to see what it was like.  I'd have to find just the right one, because compared to big women, I find average women to be pretty fucking boring, to be quite honest.  Just less features to explore, I dunno.

Anyway, my current wife and I have a good sex life.  It's not as good as it was in our honeymoon years, but I think it's the rare couple that can keep the bedroom passion going for so long.  We've been together for eight years now.  Throw a baby into the mix, and life does end up slowing the sex down some.  

  That said, when we're in the zone, we have great sex.  She still weighs about 375, and I still love spreading her big thighs and smashing my cheeks into FUPA.  We sixty-nine often; I bury my nose in her pussy while I tongue-throttle her clit while she sucks me.  She juices up real good when we do that, and the thought and feeling of having such a massive woman's pussy juice all over my face is just intoxicating.

Honestly, it's gross.  But that's why it's so fucking intoxicating sometimes, isn't it? 

  So, to bring things full circle, why do I love big women? 

How big?  My personal upper limit is probably something like six hundred pounds.  The point where there is no shapeliness anymore is a turn-off for me, as  But how can I really know?  My current biggest woman on record is my current wife.  She was close to the big 500 when we met, I think, but she never did divulge the number to me.

Maybe the question is really "How small?"  Of course, I'm only a man and can't help but see a Victoria's Secret model and think she is fucking gorgeous.  But if you put someone twenty pounds heavier and even a little less gorgeous near that same model, I'd probably go for her first.  

To me, an woman requires roundness.  Features to explore.  Broad swaths of skin to touch.  Things to grab.  

She has to have a large presence, even if she is short or shy.  One of my favorite things is just being near a huge woman...  tall, dominating the room, blowing people out of her way as she goes.

I'm not a boob man.  Which isn't to say I don't like them.  But my interest lies in everything being big from the waist down, and also in big arms, including lower arms.

I once connected with a BBW (I think she must have weighed around 350 and was about 5'6") for an online hookup and met her in a bar.  I still remember  touching her forearm as it rested on the bar near me.  Her forearm was so round and swollen-feeling beneath my hand, and her skin was so soft and smooth, I got a stiffy right then and there and asked if we could go back to my place.  On the way out of the door, as I was walking behind her, I noticed that we had caught the eye of an older fellow sitting alone at a table nearby.  I was so drunk with anticipation that I slid my arm around her wide waist, then down her broad hip to cup her ass, all while looking to the older gentleman.  I was showing her off to him without her noticing, sort of saying, "Hey, this is nice, isn't it, buddy?  I'm about to hit this."  He smiled and nodded back to his drink.

The point of that little story was to show that I can be attracted even to the sexy lower arms of a bigger woman, but I guess it proves another point-- showing my fat girl exploit off in public is a far cry from how I used to be.  I never struggle with being seen with my 375-pound wife, and I was proud to bring her home to mama.

  I hope you've identified with some of this as you read it; let me know with some comments if so.  If you can't identify, I hope you at least understand where the chubby chasers come from a little better now.  

If you think it's all gross and still wonder why anyone could find Melissa McCarthy attractive, that's cool, I even invite you to say just that.  Just don't be a dick about it and disparage.