/lit/ - Literature

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Dating sites are shit. You mean the ones where you have to make a profile or some shit, right? Fuck those, they're worthless. You're better off trying your luck with something like Bumble or Tinder. Or, going entirely the other direction, you could try to go out and meet them in the real world. All my girlfriends have been women I've actually met IRL as opposed to using a site.

As far as how to land a big girl, obviously they're everywhere, so just find a bar and be on the lookout. If you can strike up a conversation with her and wring a date out of her, take her to a good restaurant. Not necessarily a NICE restaurant, but one where you know the food is good. If she's fat she clearly likes to eat and likes good food. And if she sees you eating she'll be encouraged to eat too, which will get her out of her shell. Hell, even offer to get dessert at the end. She'll probably go for it if you suggest it and it will make her more comfortable with you.

Also ask her about her hobbies and the movies she likes, standard date stuff.

I knew I was attracted to fat girls when I was 13 years old and stumbled on message boards about it for the first time. But if there was ever any doubt in my mind, it was removed when I was 16-17 and taking AP US History as a junior in high school.

Our teacher was a very pretty redhead who was also extremely fat. She was extraordinarily bottom-heavy, and she would waddle around the classroom, her huge, broad buttocks bouncing back and forth, up and down as she moved. She must have weighed close to 300 pounds just at the start of the year. And then, on top of that, a month into the semester she found out she was pregnant, so over the course of both the fall and the spring semesters she got even bigger, getting wider in the ass and the hips and of course growing a big round belly. Well, rounder.

I can only attempt to describe what it was like to sit in her classroom. I think I spent every single hour of that class with an erection. I would pointedly follow her with my eyes as she moved around the classroom, my dick constantly on the verge of bursting out of my pants. Of course my extreme arousal was mixed with a terror that she would catch me looking. I tried to be discrete, as best I could. She probably caught me more than once, though, she was quite intelligent and perceptive. She was a genuinely good teacher, too. But I look back on it and wonder why I never just flat-out ejaculated in my pants, I was so hard each day of the week.

It's a miracle I did as well in the class as I did, given how distracted I was. But I did wind up making an 'A', and I passed the AP US History test, too.