Silence of the Hams

Recently a very clever brother I know, we’ll call him JW, came up with a very interesting tactic that I decided to borrow (thanks brother). I’m sure he won’t mind since he’s left the game to live an ascetic existence in the Caribbean. Anyway, I’ve already successfully incorporated this method into my own chubby chasing arsenal. Let me break it down for you.

The idea behind this: Instead of going to Walmart all the time, why not get these mammoth-walrus sluts to waddle there way to my place? Ahah, light bulbs lit up and then exploded in my head like fireworks when I figured out how to do this shit. It’s simple: just pretend you are some kind of talent scout for a beauty pageant or modeling agency. I started putting out flyers and ads on craigslist for a BBW beauty pageant promoting fat acceptance. Here’s the flyer I used:

The results were off the chain. It was like something out of Hansel and Gretel, and I was the witch with the gingerbread house; but instead it’s made of pizza and cornbread too. In fact, the auditions were held at my house, and I laid out trails of cornbread covered with nutella from the front door to my bedroom. When each BBW entered through the front door for the audition, she knew this is the place to show off her fat acceptance, where she can comfortably embrace her lack of willpower.

When a fattie approaches, I leave my door unlocked and open it just a crack, so it swings open when she knocks. As she enters, the BBW sees the trail of food and hears the voice “Come on in baby. Treat-yo self.” It’s my voice coming from the bedroom, as I lie in wait for the impending ambush. She starts eating the food that leads to my bedroom, as I put on my ski mask and turn up some R&B music. As she follows the trail of food into the hallway, getting closer, the tension thickens.

The sound of her chewing gets louder and louder as she gets closer, and my dick gets harder and harder as I hear her grunting like a hog while she eats. My body starts sweating, as I become more impetuous. Finally (this is where my experience in Mixed Martial Arts comes in handy) I leap out of the bedroom and judo throw her extra-large ass to the ground, then hogtie her up. Now the pipe laying commences. My joint is harder than wood in wintertime when I plunge it into that pussy, balls deep. It goes in so hard sparks fly out because of all the friction. She squeals in pain with the nutella and cornbread still stuck in her mouth, while I’m throwing up her flabs like a pizza chef tosses dough in the air. Finally smoke starts coming out that pussy — time to switch holes! After I break off a nut or two in that ass, I turn up some James Brown and bust a move, woooo. That’s how I celebrate a fine day. After beaten that fat pussy up, time to put some ice cream on that ass to cool it down; open a few windows to let the tension out, and hear the birds sing.

If she is still around, I let her have some cookie dough as a treat. BBWs get hungry after sex. Plus It definitely ain’t rape if she licks cookie dough off my balls.

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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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