A Round Peg: A BBW Stuck Story by SqueezyMcSquashins

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I used to wear baggy clothes to try and hide my weight but sharing my body online has boosted my confidence.

Mel was quiet the whole way home, the other girls as talkative as usual, as if nothing had happened. I spoke to how the need to be “beautiful” derives from a very patriarchal place, and how some of us touch and taste death trying to meet these standards that we were never intended to meet. I cannot be judge and jury for anyone who felt attached to this line, especially because I know what it’s like to need something, ANYTHING, to boost your self-esteem when you just can’t be the one to do it.

As the girls wandered through the front gate, Melissa looked up at the massive array of tubes and slides looping and curling around the park. As she plodded uphill, her entire body wobbled uncontrollably, her excessive movements causing her bikini to become quite uncomfortable.

I also liked the video of him with the girl in the blue romper on stage because he asked her for verbal consent to smack her cheeks.Being the escapist that I was and remain to be, I had only two topics on my hyperactive 17-year old mind: college apps and sex. Mel had noticed her boobs getting softer as she put on more weight, and the flab on her back made bras very uncomfortable. I’m still trying to sort out why I was willing to let someone who genuinely enjoyed Caddyshack enter my body.

In this video I try on some of my favourite outfits and for my surprise, I get all sweaty and out of breath even tho the air conditioning is on. Suddenly, much to Mel's relief, sunlight cut through the darkness of the water slide, as she came out the end of the pipe. Melissa was about halfway down the slide when she realised how much of a tight squeeze this was for her.She still hadn't weighed herself since her recent blimpage, but she was guessing she was around 240 pounds tops. Melissa shivered and kicked her legs, the cold water rushing down the slide was beginning to back up behind the blockage of Melissa's hefty rump. But before anyone can have a slice of pizza, they must step on the scale, see how they measure up and regale the others with a tale of tightness they encountered while home for break. Even if she could struggle into it, she could only cringe at the predicted amount of exposed flesh wobbling about all over the place. It’s why I wanted that close friend to be my first time so that I could have a chance at feeling as seen as the girls who were constantly recognized for their looks by the folks who were interested in them.

As one of three Black girls in my year, and quite literally the largest girl in the student body, I saw it as a testimony to my undesirability.From behind, all that could be seen was Melissa's well-filled lower body, the bottom of her chubby butt cheeks, her thick, creamy thighs and her deep bum crack. Whereas the longer ones might be a car tour which would show how I fit into one and others might be me getting stuck in a doorway. I remember a class discussion during my senior year of college, I brought up how often we derive our worth from whether or not people find us “beautiful” or “attractive. The same friend who, years before, made a comment about my weight that made our short-lived friendship so tumultuous. She awkwardly tried to close her brassiere with her hands behind her back, but it was so tight on her.