Some Men Like Rubenesque Girls, Believe Me

I went through emotional hell and it affected my state of mind and my health. I was literally thrown out of my living space by my partner without notice, locks changed and my belongings in trash bags on the ground outside the complex. On foot, I lost one of the bags while trying to board a bus, and the other bag was stolen when I fell asleep in a hall way of another building.

I was broke, homeless and hurt. I wandered around and a 'friend' gave me refuge for a couple of days and I had to call my parents and ask for help. I went home, became a chain smoker, was depressed and could not hold onto a job, I lost weight until I was so skinny I could count the ribs on my chest, no amount of outside help did anything for me.

A man came along, brought by mother, who offered me help, only if I wanted to help myself. Stand on my feet, and get my life again. It was the proverbial 'tough love', my parents threw me out and I had to go to this man's place. I later found out that my parents were paying him.

He put me to 'work', forced labor doing dishes, laundry, and all the other menial chores around the house. I slept in a garage apartment with a small bathroom and spent the days chopping wood. I blistered my hands with a mop. I cut my finger learning how to cut vegetables. I learned there is something about folding a towel inside out. I heard his voice and my insides curled. He took to whistling at me. I was given a set of clothes, a uniform to wear and I was his 'maid' to any nosy neighbor.

In case you are asking yourself, did he fuck me? Yes but not till later. I got to the point that I had gained twenty pounds and I was able to hold down a part time job. Nothing great, I was working as a clerk at a small store. I gained another twenty pounds before I started working out. He told me he liked me chubby like that, some meat on the bone, something to put his arms around and hold down. Nice hip structure to take the pounding, that sort of thing. Oh, and nice boobs.

I had by then transferred all my belonging to him. You can become a 'slave' to your feelings. I could not understand why he didn't want me physically. I went as far as asking him, 'why don't you want me'. He would answer 'when you are old enough you will understand'. Shit I was 25, how much older did I have to get, didn't he like me chubby.

I got pounded, and took the pounding quite well. He told me 'you are now ready to come to my bed'. Man I could take a pounding, I was proud of myself. My tits jiggled when he was pounding me and I had to keep a laugh from getting out. I loved watching my tits jiggle under him. Shit I was crawling over him, with his erection under me, leaning my tits into his face, before settling onto his erection and running it all the way in. I had orgasms, some triggered intentionally, but many just came on. I had discovered my clit in a way I had never before. I even went so far as using an old clothes pin I found on my clit. I never told him that one.

I had entered the second stage of recovery, wonton sexual feelings, that could not be put down. I threw myself at him, I cooked hot meals, I cleaned up. I wanted him to see how much I wanted to the woman he described to me. For months I had sex as often as I could, and it wasn't beneath me to adopt certain submissive behaviors. I laughed at myself, being silly like that. To me, I was in love. To him I was one other girl who needed to be serviced to bring her back to life.

He was recommended to my parents by a friend whose daughter had gone off the rails while studying abroad. It angered me that he had had sex with her. And angered me even more at the thought that he was going to have another girl to train. Didn't I have the hips he wanted, to take a pounding (what had he said, baby making hips, what about that). I let my tits jiggle in his face, showed him my big baby making ass, I served him with pleasure.

I was back, I had a full time job and I got a promotion. Leaving him was out of the question. It's my parents fault giving me to him like that. I like my tits and big ass and my thighs and I like him looking at me like that. I was always chubby, Rubenesque. He likes that.