An Open Love Letter to Lindy West

I don’t normally allow myself to get too heartfelt and emotional on this blog, cause I’m not about that shit. I don’t ever give my love to just one girl. I like to spread it around like red sauce on pizza. Today however, I’m going to share my deepest feelings and desire for a very exceptional BBW. Since this is a very special post it’s only proper that I set the mood with the right music:

Lindy West, I just want you to know that you are the biggest, brightest, and all around most beautiful feminist in the whole wide world. 

Consider this an open love letter.

When I first discovered you on Jezebel, my heart skipped a few beats. I knew it was love at first sight. Your sassy feminist vibe, your rotund, rubenesque frame, it’s spicy yet familiar. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.

I’ll admit I’ve done wrong in the past. All those nights I spent with other big women, feeding them nachos and friend chicken, sleeping with them, break some off in them, but I would give it all up for you.

I need a strong woman like you to set me right once and for all. You’re a big woman, so naturally you deserve a big man with a big heart, and a really big hot dog.

If you’ll be with me, I will always be there for you.

When ever you need help getting into a wheel chair. Girl I got you.

For you, I would delete my account on Craigslist forever.

We could have countless nights together of cuddling in front of my big ass fire place. With your thick ass and thighs, your potbelly, and your giant love-handles, It’s as if God made you for this purpose; there’s so much more to hold on to. More flesh for me to handle and discover. I love discovering new territories, and your body is like a whole new continent, a whole new world baby.

All them hohos and all them tasty cakes I saved all these years, all yours. You can eat me out of house and home, and stuff your face while you sit on mine. My face is your throne.

I know a beach somewhere that we could go to, where we could go on romantic strolls together. I’d bring out the wheel chair of course, a special wheel chair like you’ve never seen. Girl, you’d never have to walk on them heavy ass legs again, I got you baby, all the way! I know how much trouble you have breathing even when you sit still. So just relax. I’ll roll you up to the candle lit dinner on the beach.

We’d crack open the wine and some Cognac, fine ass cheese, candy corn oreos (your favorite) hamhock gravy and mashed potatoes, pizza, and a funnel to help it all go down. We could let ourselves loose in the moment.

You wouldn’t ever have to lift a finger, in fact I don’t even want you to. All you’d have to do is relax, lay back, and open your mouth.

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Daygame: how to sack big ladies in the daytime

The difference between meeting women in the the day vs. at night is some serious shit. First of all, at night it’s harder to comprehend the size and scope of that ass-cavity you plan on drillin’ and fillin’. Women appear more spatially-ambiguous when it’s dark and you’ve got some cognac in your system. That’s why when I go out at night, I always always always bring my night vision goggles (or at least a flash light) with me into the club; but in the daytime that’s not necessary — this is why the ancients worshiped the sun. The day time requires different game, especially when they your targets are out shopping; things move more slowly and they probably have more food in their stomach to slow ’em down.

Before you go out, you got to pick your daytime venue: Where do you find big bitches at? In America it’s good old McDonald’s, Pizza Hut, the grocery store, other fast food joints, the dollar store, etc… But we’re going to focus on the best venue for meeting behemoth pussy in the daytime: Walmart. Why Walmart you ask? Besides the fact that it’s a low-income haven for plus sized mommas, logistically the stores are huge — designed to slowdown big women by strategically fatiguing and entrapping them in between aisles so they spend more time looking at products. All these aisles are an optical illusion, appearing to be large and accommodating for fatties. Combined with Walmart’s extra large shopping carts and a little traffic, fat bitches can get caught or “funneled” in between the aisles. This makes it more convenient for us to force feed them our big day game.

It goes down like this: I walk on in and grab myself the biggest shopping cart I can find. Then I usually head right and start patrolling the pharmacy section where they sell drugs at. Surprisingly that’s where you will find the thickest concentration of fat bitches; because they’re usually over there looking to buy painkillers. Fat women always have chronic pain in their feet for some reason, and they like to swallow down those white aspirin skittles while they shop. Anyway, when I spot one browsing the aspirin skittles, I roll up on her and use my shopping cart to block off her exit. Think of it as blockading a port. Let’s say the shopping cart is blockading her on the left side, that’s when I slip through to her right side and pretend like I’m looking for the same shit she is. You following me so far homie? This ain’t a football play here, all I gotta do is pretend like I’m heading back to my cart, but bump into her repeatedly several times as if her big ass is in my way. If I blockaded her correctly with the shopping cart, this maneuver is easy to pull off. So I’ll keep bumping into her, and every time be polite and say “excuse me ma’am,” and “my bad.” I usually do this about 10 times for each big momma.

How its done

What I love about this game tactic is how advance it is: It’s plausibly-deniable indirect kino-escalation game combined with a vicious physical neg that will force her to open you up conversationally. The physical neg well cause her to feel insecure about her size, and she’ll use the indirect physical kino-escalation to blame you for running into her. In most situations like this she’d probably scream rapist and you might find yourself getting beat down by Walmart security, but because I neg that bitch at the same time, she’ll be more focused on her size-insecurity first. Before she pulls the creeper card she’s going to try to qualify her self. When she qualifies herself with something like “motherfucker I ain’t fat, you just a clumsy f***…” that is the decisive moment when the Disney magic happens. You gotta quickly comeback with big swag, I usually say, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder; we are all gods children.” At this point there’s usually a small audience watching us, so I raise my voice like a preacher. Now that bitch is on the spot and in my pocket and I’ve got the moral high ground. All I have to do is say “I’m sorry” and offer to buy her a lunch at McDonald’s. Now that’s what I call an insta-date — I’m lovin’ that pussy.

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Now I want to give a much belated shout-out to all the blogs in the manosphere that have finally come around to fat acceptance. Bronanthebarbarian, thank you for helping me out to convert men back to lovin’ real women. Flyfreshandyoung, dangerandplay, donlakapocalypsecomethaaronsleazysocietyofamateurgentlemenlittlepdogtheprivatemanmattforneyscartissue, and all the other blogs that gave me a shout out, thank all y’all! God bless you guys. Holla back sometime.

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Annihilating last minute resistance: one plate at a time.

My brothers, have you ever thought that maybe last minute resistance isn’t some sort of anti-slut defense mechanism at all, but in fact a universal shit test designed to test the steel, courage and alphaness of every man? Have you ever thought that it’s something ancient, instilled in womankind through our human evolution, in order to weed out weak beta male bitches like you? Let me tell you about resistance homie; Oscar Wilde once said it best: Sex is about power. Ya dig nigga?  Of course we all know that women love to be dominated; but it’s not merely a sexual fetish, over-coming resistance is a display of POWER that all women want and expect. Now I know what you’re wondering, “but uncle Nigel, how do you over power a woman twice your size?” Good question my little chubsters. Luckily there is a shortcut to this ancient test, a unique and special way that I discovered to severely weaken a fat bitch’s resistance to your sexual POWER and domination.

Now obviously when I’m talkin’ about power and domination, I don’t mean you should just whip your dills out and slam dunk her trunk on the street (you ain’t even ready for that shit) but that’s why we have game, ya herr. You gotta be gentle with these giants all the way through before you get to demolition that cottage-cheese ass with your wrecking-balls. It’s like stalking a giant animal you want to kill, like a big ass fucking lion or rhino in the African wilderness. That’s why I refer to chubby chasing as “big game” hunting, because if you move too quickly you’re asking for trouble — trust me, you don’t want to startle a 300 pound mammoth bitch and get sumo stomped to the curb. This is what makes chubby chasing so thrilling: trying to kill pussy that can kill you. You’ve got to tranquilize these big ass beasts before you close in for sex, or else her 300 pounds of last minute resistance will leave you in a world of hurt.

Don’t rush in for sex yet, it’s dangerous.

The solution to eliminating resistance is through her stomach: get her to eat, and eat a whole lot. This is why I was trained in the culinary arts. I cook up things in advance like macaroni and ham salads, fried pizza bagels with extra meat, hog grease fries topped with sugar, hand made beef lasagna, and funnel cakes (also with extra sugar). To keep it simple and easy, I always make these same meals, and I always cook extra shit so I don’t run out. To turn things up a notch, I often use my own bodily fluids to make it creamier or add extra spice; like the juice I serve with every meal “you want lemonade with dinner baby? I got you covered, literally.”  My goal with all of this food and drink is to shut her system down — getting her to over eat her way to chronic fatigue, until she’s too lethargic to resist sex and physical domination.

How I destroy last minute resistance.

How it’s done: I roll her in on a wheelchair to the dining table. After bringing her the first dish, I put my hand around her as she eats, petting her hair and inner thighs until she gets comfortable with my kino escalation. In between meals I run off into the kitchen to get the next meal, there’s a special peep hole in there that I can use to watch her while she eats, and masturbate if I want. Several meals later she might say she is full, however thanks to experience I know this line is bullshit. I mean, how often does a fat woman say she’s full? Once she says this line or starts to slow down her intake, this is when I take my feeding program to the next level. I start by saying shit like, “baby, try this next dish. It’s so good. Just one more bite for Nigel. Open wide” and sometimes I’m literally spoon feeding her. Once that fails, I strangle her, tie her up with rope, and throw her to the ground to await further punishment. Time to whip out the funnel, shove it in her mouth and pour down some liquefied beef jerky into that bitch, as well as vodka to get her drunk.

Now the fun begins: I roll her up in my carpet (piggy in a blanket style) and call over my boys Billy and Omar. What demonstrates POWER more than the ability to completely submit a giant fat slut? And by inviting my home boys over, I demonstrate higher value, flipping the leader-of-men switch in her brain. Being the Alpha male of the group, I get all the men to huddle as we plan her next meal: a huge cream pie for dessert.

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The Food Truck Experiment

Fat acceptance on wheels baby. Are you hungry now?

Check out my new ride. I had to finance that bitch, and use my house as collateral, but fuck that place. This is better than a house, it’s a fornication fortress on wheels. It was worth all the trouble. Since I’ve purchased this foodtruck and acquired my business license, I’ve seen my notch count go up and way out the ball park. It’s the perfect bait to get the whales out of the ocean. From feedin’ to breedin’, I left them fatties bleedin’. Every step of the way my man, got the right plan. Let me lay it out.

After getting a business loan from the bank, I walked out like a boss. I could hear Rick Ross music playing in the background, I knew I had it made. After getting that squared away, I went to my friend and bought the truck, got the windows tinted, and bought industrial grade cooking supplies, appliances, and lots of food. Also had to get extra suspension and support beams welded on the bottom of the truck to support extra weight (you should know why).

Now I know what you’re thinking, “Nigel, why didn’t you just get an ice cream truck? Wouldn’t that be easier and cheaper?” The problem with the ice cream truck is that it attracts more kids, and I’m not running Michael Jackson game here, so fuck that idea. Kids just get in the way. Also, try fucking a big girl in an ice cream truck: all the ice cream would melt at the very least, and my accountant would beat my ass for something like that. I chose the food truck because It allows me show off my gourmet cooking prowess, which really reels in the big game bitches. Finally, foodtrucks are bigger than ice cream trucks, so there’s more room to fuck.

So the point of the food truck is not merely to fatten my wallet by feeding hoes, no. It is about that next level, 2.0 game and logistics. It’s attraction and seduction (feeding and breeding) all in one place, on wheels, and in my control as the owner. Everywhere I stop I pop (ass) like you put poptarts in a toaster. It feels like cheating actually. Some locations I park at and serve ’em up: in front of the the dollar store, Rent-A-Center, Walmart parking lot, in front of first-cash-advance/checks cashed locations, and in front of grocery stores. The latter is one of the absolute best places to set up shop because when fat women go grocery shopping, they get hungry looking at all that food. They can’t eat the groceries until they buy them and get back home. That’s where chef Nigel comes in with the food truck and facilitates their need to feed. Oink Oink baby.

As you can see from the picture, I specialize in gourmet soulfood, but with a modern twist: like fried chicken sandwiches (in between cornbread-waffles), fried cornbread biscuits with secret sauce, fried corn on the cobs, fried chicken with beer batter, popcorn shrimp gumbo, and pizza. As you can see, I love cooking. I love serving food to fat women, seeing the look on their eyes — It’s like Christmas. Little do they know how much blood and sweat, and love I put into their food. It gives each dish extra flavor, that secret sauce. That’s when I wink back at them as I see them get all that food, that secret sauce all up in their mouth. A tent pops up in my pants. Once they get a taste of my flavor, my spice, they’re immediately hungry for more: all I have to do is shift gears.That’s when I serve dessert, “baby, that cornbread-waffle fried chicken sandwich was heavy, you should wash it down with some dick.”

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How to turn a fat woman into your personal sex slave, in 7 easy steps

One of the things that I love about being a Fat Accepting chubby chaser is how much abuse and domination fat hoes are willing to tolerate for love and acceptance. First off, let me tell you, I’m all about Fat Acceptance because I worship equality, but that doesn’t mean fat bitches shouldn’t have to earn their acceptance by fulfilling all of our deepest, darkest sexual fantasies. Hell no. This trick revolves around using Fat Acceptance as her reward for being a slave.

1. You have to be selective with your prey, like a hunter. Look for fatties that are alone. If you see a fat girl with fat friends at McDonald’s, you can still game her, but she won’t be as inclined to become your fat sexslave because she gets enough fat acceptance through the emotional support of her big fat friends. Fatties that are alone and have no friends are emotionally more vulnerable. You have to take advantage. For the promise of true Fat Acceptance, she will happily reciprocate by giving her self up for abuse, humiliation, and all other forms of sexual slavery.

2. Run your standard game, then tell her how beautiful you think she is, how you love girls her size — wait until later to tell her that you want to violate her flaps. Give her a few fat hugs. Let her cry on your shoulder. Be her temporary emotional tampon — you only have to tolerate this bullshit for 5 minutes, so man up. That’s it. Just give her that 5 minute sample of your fat acceptance. Any more than that and she will ask you to buy her food, as she’ll think you are wife-ing her up.

3. At this point she is hungry for dick. So feed it to her. Get her phone number, fuck her in the face and then dump her off at the bus station like a whale making its way to the beach. After you dump her off, text her telling her how big and beautiful she is — mentally and physically beautiful. This will further establish the emotional connection, and the mental loop of servitude and reward which we’ll use to exploit her in the next few steps.

4. In this step, wait for her to text you back the next day to gauge for emotional investment. If she texts you back, you have a slave in the making. Tell that hoe that if she is serious, then she’ll come over to your place so you can take things further.

5. Then tell her that the sex you had with her last time was terrible, and that you have a feeding fetish. Easy enough for any fattie to fulfill. Turn it up a notch by telling her she should sit in a cage because you like it when things have a more S&M feel.

6. This is the most critical step: Get her to consume LSD. I think the best way to do this is by the force feeding method. I like using a beer bong to force feed lard smoothies infused with LSD powder. After she starts tripping out and losing her mind, ramp up the abuse! Call her a fat slut, slap her, get her to eat french fries from a dog bowl, shove cornbread up her ass and make her eat it, or whatever else you like. The trick here is to make her first experience as a slave as awful as possible, combined with the LSD trip. I turn it up a notch by inviting my blogger buddies Omar and Billy over to help me run the train on her.

7. After you leave her lying, unconscious, in a wading pool of bukkake, blood, and her own vomit, give her a fat hug and remind her of your allegiance to fat acceptance. Remind her how much you love her for accepting her body, and being so confident about her size.

It’s that simple. Once she gets emotionally caught in a loop of chasing your fat acceptance (combined with LSD) she is your slave. Congratulations! Now you can feel free to throw food at her, force feed her, shock her with your cattle prod until she vomits shit — but only as long as you end each session of torture with a fat hug and a kind reminder of your acceptance of her fattiness.

P.S. Don’t worry about your fat slave turning on you and reporting you to the authorities. Fat women lie and pretend they get raped all the time because they couldn’t get most guys to fuck them, even if they paid (the men) for it. No one ever believes them.

Letting my sex slaves take a cleansing bath once in a while helps remove the dried semen hidden underneath their slabs.

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Prerequisites for chubby chasing, part 2

Extra Beef. Can you handle it?

In my last post I talked about how important it is to have the wherewithal to spear a fat mammoth hoe like the one above; however there is another bare necessity for chubby chasing I forgot to mention: physical fitness. You have got to be able to handle the intense weight of a big woman, otherwise you will be squashed like the pancakes she ate for breakfast, period. Just imagine having sex with a fattie, and all the sudden she wants to be on top. If you’re serious about chubby chasing, it’s important to train like an Olympic weight lifter. Fat girls love guys with big hard bodies for sure, but more importantly it is for the practicality, for being able to handle that big business. I train hard at the gym, and that’s why I’m like a forklift lifting heavy cargo.

First, for your safety, the most important exercises are chest exercises, especially bench presses. You’ve got to protect your chest and face from heavy weight or you will suffocate. I can bench 400 pounds no problem, and I do lots of dumbbell flies and pushups regularly. If you’re a smaller guy, forget it. You’ve got to settle for the less chunky, just slightly overweight semi-fatties.

Secondly, you also need strong quads, glutes and hamstrings for maximal thrusting power. You’ve got to knock that pussy out of the ballpark with the power of a jack hammer. That’s why it’s important to do squats with heavy ass weights (350+) and deadlifts. Remember, the battle is won in the gym.

You also gotta work on your grip strength too. Sometimes when I’m on top it’s like riding a bull at a rodeo. You’ve got to hold on hard. Forearm exercises and those grip strength thangs work great.

Good music also helps with the workout. I listen to Stic, it pumps me up whether I’m pumpin’ in the gym or in yo momma’s fat pussy.

You gotta be big as hell to slay big pussy, and I thank god every day for giving me that strength and perseverance to go hard at it. In fact last week I intercepted a huge BBW in a dark alley. I propped her ass up against a dumpster and sent her pussy to the dump. It sounded like a train getting wrecked. I don’t even think a garbage truck could have crushed that pussy, it was huge. I was killin’ it so hard, vultures were circling us. Haha amen.

P.S. Remember, the battle is won in the gym, and what you will find is that fucking fat bitches is a workout in and of itself.

 

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The main Prerequisite for Chubby Chasing

One thing people often overlook about game and pickup is that there are certain requisites — the first one that comes to my mind is living in or near a Major City. Many Americans do not live in or near a major city or urban area, many live in the sticks, the country, the boonies. Because they lack this basic requisite, they are unable to truly practice and sharpen their skills with women on a consistent enough basis to become competent at Game. They’re fucked basically.

Then you have prerequisites (or in layman’s terms, pre-requirements). These prerequisites are so essential, they are assumed, such as having all the normal characteristics of a human being — obviously you cannot spit game if you’re born without a voice, or you might be at an overwhelming disadvantage if you were born severely disfigured. However, with chubby chasing, there is one prerequisite that is out of the ordinary, and it’s not merely the sexual appetite for obese, fat hogs to fuck. No, the essential prerequisite for hunting big game, for chubby chasing, is a larger caliber bullet: a huge cock of exponentially greater length and width.

I’m not going to lay out my dimensions here in this post, but when I’ve got a fattie bent over, it’s like William Wallace getting ready to attack with his Claymore sword. A mere dagger just won’t slay the beast. It won’t do the trick. I don’t need to explain to you the laws of physics: when you have to drill through multiple exploding layers of flab, you’ve got to drill deep, balls deep. You need maximum penetration, the kind that would impale a “normal sized woman.” That’s why it has to be long.

But long alone isn’t good enough, you need some good width. A skinny dick is a dick that’s gonna snap. I know some of you skinny dicks out there think that this doesn’t apply to you. You think you’re a musketeer with your rapier, no fool; You gotta have that extra support. It’s gotta be like a two by four. It’s gotta hold up the weight.

Listen, I’m not trying to stroke my ego here; I’m just telling you the truth. I know this is going to hurt some of you, but not all of you reading this are chubby chasing material. Your equipment is designed for petite girls, for smaller game, not hammering down mammoths. Let the whale hunters do their jobs please. Thank you.

That being said, as a chubby chaser, being a black man helped me with this.

Want to increase your notches? Become a chubby chaser

One of the unknown benefits of being a chubby chaser in America is the severely high volume of “chubbies” waddling around everywhere. It’s not a surprise then that many seasoned chubby chasers (like myself) are able to rack up huge notch counts annually. If you’re from the pickup community, then you automatically understand that a high notch count equals serious game; and there’s no doubt my notch count is epic. If I kept count of every notch, I’d need the talent of a professional accountant to help me organize the spreadsheet. Here’s a picture from my current excel spreadsheet in progress:

excel

Check the image above, do you see it? Column C is weight. I have a special industrial grade scale, normally used for construction, built into my bed that allows me to weigh every fattie I fuck — It’s quite the piece of DIY engineering on my part. How does it work? Easy, when no one is in the bed it is zero; when I bring a fattie on my bed, I just subtract my weight and BAM, got her weight. Anyway, not to get off track…

Thanks to the rising obesity rate among women, which is already high as shit, I don’t have to put much thought into venue selection when I want to get my game on. I don’t even go out of my way to shop at Walmart as much anymore. They’re everywhere. Thank you HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP, thank you Koolaid, Thank you McDonald’s and Burger King. Thank you for indirectly making it easier for me to maximize my notch count. At roughly 850 notches under my belt, you should be worshiping me mother fuckers.

All I can say to you wannabes, if you see me heading toward a fattie, you better step aside fast. I’m on that ass like a homing missile. WATCH OUT!

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Solid chubby chasing player? Or beta male?

Recently, I came across this article about a woman trying to set a guinness world record for her size: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2117319/Mothers-bid-fattest-human-115-stone—shes-marrying-chef-help-her.html

Susanne Eman is a very, very big BBW. She is trying to become the biggest woman in the world. That’s not the focus of this article however. What’s more interesting is her chubby chasing fiance. This guy has got some serious black-belt game, so why in the hell is he settling down? Alpha chubby chaser suddenly wifing it up and turning beta? Something is not right here. One thing about chubby chasing, variety is the spice of life.

Parker Clack is his name, and check out his game. First off, he’s a professional chef (just like your highness over here) and he goes all out with it. Check it out:

And here’s the breakdown: seasoned chubby chasers worldwide know that pancakes are a favorite. Also, making strong eye-contact while feeding your BBW is a hypnotic NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming/hypnotizing bitches) maneuver (thanks Ross Jeffries) that I’ve employed over the past several years. Works like a charm. Sometimes to set the mood for a quicker bang, I’ll turn it up a notch by force feeding my BBW. However, this Parker Clack player guy seems to display more grace in his seduction strategy by avoiding this tactic altogether. It builds more sexual tension when you don’t rush shit.

Next we see another NLP trick:

Did you spot it?

Did you?

Are you looking at it?

If you didn’t, look closely. Stare if you have to. He strategically places the plate of food near his crotch. This is something that takes years of experience in the game to discover. Just look at that woman’s face, she sees her plate, thinks of dick. At this point it’s clear that this guy is pulling top notch alpha-male chubby chaser game. If this isn’t evidence that he’s a seasoned chubby chaser with top notch game, then nothing else is; which also leads us to conclude that this guy has been around the block, feeding big girls around the clock.

So what happened? All of the sudden he’s settled down with one BBW? Something isn’t right here. This guy could be servin’ up new fatties every week like your girl gets french fries at McDonald’s.