Chunky Charlene's Counter

The finale to the Charlene Trilogy. I'm kinda excited I finished something. Usually these weight gain stories can just go on and on, or they are just one part and then done. This was a nice little three parter, told from an unusual perspective, that of a letter. I'd love any feedback you Patrons might have. Did you like the style? Or do you prefer just a more in the moment perspective, or a narration? I'd be curious to know. Either way, I hope you all enjoyed these stories. Plenty more to come from me.

Chunky Charlene's Counter: 

Dear Charlene,

It’s taken me some time to send you this letter, but finally feel like I’m in a place where I can send this and get what I wanted to say off my chest. When I first got your letter I planned to write you back right away. I really didn’t understand what you were going on about, and I felt disturbed by some of the things you put in there. I was glad you were happy, but I didn’t think it was possible for you to keep going on like you had been. To my surprise you only upped your game it had seemed.

It had been six months since our break up, and I was moving on with my life. Right after I received your letter though I saw online that you and Michael had gotten engaged. I still wanted to reply to you, and it wasn’t your engagement that stopped me, it was what followed. You quickly followed up posts with your ring, with goals about you wanting to be the biggest bride in America, and with a wedding date only set a year out. After seeing this start to unfold, I felt it best to hold back my reply to you. It wasn’t my place to judge you, and that was exactly what I was doing, so it wasn’t fair to burden you with that.

So I had decided I actually wasn’t going to send one at all. You were living your new life and I needed to do the same. The only problem was I only continued to see your developments over the course of that year. You kept everyone updated online with your progress, and I’m sure unbenounced to you, that group included me. 782 pounds, I even was familiar with your goal. 

I couldn’t help but reflect and think about how you got like this or how it all started. You were so small before, I couldn’t believe it was possible for you to get so big, or I guess there is no use dancing around it, FAT. But here you were, rounder and rounder after each passing month. When we finally got up the courage to split ways you were already a big girl, but it was nothing like this. Needing to span over three chairs at restaurants, getting so wide that you had to squeeze into your own loveseat. It was all unbelievable, but the proof was right on my computer screen.

After that year though you had done it, met your goal as being the biggest bride in America. If I recall correctly you actually pushed the bar quite a bit higher, around 805 pounds on your wedding day if I remember correctly. I can’t imagine how that dress was made or how you managed down the aisle at that size, but hell you made it. You’re pictures looked great, even though you were several times larger than most of your guests. Well except your bridesmaids, you were probably only at most double what most of them weighed. You must have had made a few new friends in your new social circles, since I didn’t recognize a single one of them. The walking whale who caught your bouquet might give you a run for that title you just nabbed though.

The wedding was only the beginning though I would soon learn. What shocked me most was your decree that you were not stopping there. You had a new goal now, biggest woman in the country, or possibly even the world. I was oblivious to how your quality of life was, but I couldn't imagine it was easy to get around at your size.

After seeing the wedding pictures, and your resolve to gain even more, it really got me thinking about that letter you had sent me. You had gotten so passionate about gaining weight and being so fat, it was apparent now more than ever. Very rarely had I met someone so passionate about something in their life. At this point it clicks in my head that this is what you were trying to tell me in your letter. I needed to go search out what make me passionate in my own life. The dream is to find something you are so passionate about you can spend all your time indulging in it, and it's obvious to tell you have been non-stop indulging for years now. 

And so now I’m on a quest to find that thing for me, the thing that will keep me happy for the rest of my life. I’ve been searching in so many places, and enjoying the quest so much, you might even say the quest has become my passion in life. I’m holding out hope though that one day I’ll find the one thing that I can settle down with. And if I’m lucky enough like you, I’ll find someone who I can share that passion with.

I hope I do find what I’m looking for, just as much as I hope you achieve all the goals and dreams you set for yourself. I know you are shooting for 1,200 lbs, which seems astronomical, but after the goals you have accomplished there is no doubt in my mind that you will reach and exceed that goal.

It was also about the time of your wedding that I had starting seeing someone else for the first time, and it was starting to get serious. You’d laugh because she’s actually a little chubby, just don’t tell her I said that. I guess after our time together I got kind of used to having a little extra “cusion or the pushin.”

Charlene I wish you all the best,

Charles