COVID is no fun… I haven’t had the chance or energy to film ..
🕑 Added 2022-10-15 20:38:41 +0000 UTC
COVID is no fun… I haven’t had the chance or energy to film anything. I’ll post later this month, but for now here’s a…
Fat Girl Story-time:
My boyfriend and I went to see the new Batman movie a few months ago. Obviously, I can only go to theaters where the arms lift up on the chairs. I just can’t seem to squeeze my huge jiggly hips into the stationary armed chairs, even though they are “extra wide luxury recliner” seats. Dating a 550lb woman comes with some unspoken rules such as no arms on the chairs, dropping her off at the door, and short distance walking only.
He offered to drop me off at the door, but there was a parking spot a few places away from the main door, so I said I could walk. My little short, fat legs were struggling as I waddled beside him, huffing and puffing inside and to the ticket counter. Thankfully, I could lean on the counter to inconspicuously rest before we began our walk to the auditorium. Once there, we had a bit of a wait for the employees to clean the room after the last movie. There was a bench that would seat around four or so people. I sat down, almost taking the whole bench, and he sat beside me. Together, there was no room left. Thankfully, I was able to rest a bit more. As we waited he went to the concession stand for snacks. Of course I need snacks for the movie. Sugary snacks, popcorn with extra butter, extra large soda. Mmm mmm. I could feel other guys’ eyes on me as I waited for him to get back. Feel them looking my big belly and legs over, up and down. Let them look. I love being this big.
When it was time for the movie, he offered a hand to help me up, and I waddled once more inside. Our seats were dead center in the middle of the theater, so I slowly climbed the stairs. Once there, the seats were “love seat” chairs. Every two seats had the center arm that lifted and stationary arms on either side. There was also a tray that swings in front of you for the beverages and snacks, and a button on the inside of the stationary arm to recline.
Just to see, I attempted to sit down before lifting the arm. My hips refused to squeeze into the chair, so he lifted the center arm, and I moved the tray out of the way. After he lifted the middle arm, I plopped down to rest while trying to hide how out of breath I was from the walk and climb. I tried to pull the tray in front of me, but as you can imagine, my massive lower belly was too large for the tray to come anywhere close to closing in front of me, but I didn’t mind.
My hips and butt overtook my side, the middle section, and part of his seat. I tried to scoot as close to the arm of my chair as I could, but my hip kept hitting the recline button, so I gave up and let my hips fall where they wanted. He had to put all the treats on his tray as I’d reach over and stuff my face for the entirety of the flick.
After the movie, he had to help me up from all the snacks I ate, and I made my way to the stairs. My legs are so fat that most of the time when I step down, I feel it press against the crease of where my leg ends and my heel begins, so I slowly take one step down at a time. Feeling the stair under my cankles. Once at the landing, I regained my breath, and we waddled to the door. I paused before leaving to catch my breath for the parking lot. 550lbs and 77 inch hips are a lot to balance and carry.
We walked to the car, and I made sure the seatbelt was buckled before getting it. It won’t fit around me, so I buckle it and then wrap the upper strap across. It took him a couple of times to shut my door and squeeze me inside. The door kept bouncing off of my hips. I regained my breath again and got comfy while wedged inside. I worked up an appetite again after all of the walking, so I asked if we could get pizza. He of course said yes, and went in to grab a few after I ordered them so that I wouldn’t have to walk anymore.
We got home and relaxed while I undressed from my tight clothes, put on something more comfortable, and stuffed myself with a whole pizza. If I keep eating the way I do, I won’t be able to walk into the theater at all. Pretty soon it’ll be drive-in movies only with me squished inside of my SUV.
