Big Girls Rule

I was a chubby butterball as a preteen. Puberty came with a rush, sending me into an emotional rollercoaster. I shot up to 5'7", solid is the word my Dad used, good chassis, a Timex girl, can take a beating and keep on ticking. Let's no go into my Dad's observations about child bearing and nursing, no 15 year old wants to be referred to as a made to order baby making machine.

I got drafted onto the softball team and before I knew it I had a reputation for carpet munching. I never touched another girl. I started giving head to prove I wasn't a girl's girl. But a girl, from the 11th grade thought I would be worth a try. At an overnight birthday party she was there because she was a first cousin. She pushed me over the edge, and I went down without a fight. There's a reason why chubby girls go for other girls, because it feels so good.

As a committed LGBT advocate, flaunting my very own chubby girl it caught me by surprise. He went for the gold ring, got on me in a Deliverance fuck squealing like a pig. Not because he asked or told me too, it's because I felt like it, it hurt but because it felt good. By the time I was out of college I was a practicing bisexual, preferring boys but not turning down girls. My Dad kept thinking I was wanting to get married.

Why at 26 I got the urge I don't know. All I wanted for Christmas was a baby bump, I had to find a man for it. Al worked upstairs, not the best looking boy. He wasn't a push over, but I did push him over. My Dad got his wish, I became a baby making machine. As of now I'm living the All American Housewife. Chubby girls aren't afraid of cooking, changing diapers, ironing her husband's shirts. That's why up the street, down the street, my fellow housewives look like me. The more to love, that's the T Shirt we should have made.