Chunky Charlene's Commitment

Here is that follow up to Chunky Charlene's Confession I had teased when I posted the first one. I'm not sure where the idea for either of these came from, but I enjoyed telling Charlene's tale. After the first part, I just couldn't leave things how they were, we needed to see where things went with her new relationship. 

I tried to make it sound like she wasn't boasting or just telling her ex about how fat she got, so I tried to lay this groundwork for a reason behind the letter, but I'm not sure how well I executed on that. I'm not unhappy with it, but it certainly could be better I think.

This train can't stop here though, well all know Charlene is up to more antics, so a third part is in the works as well. It's currently a bit shorter than the first two, so I'll see what I can do about that, but hopefully I can use that to finish off this mini series. Hopefully you all have enjoyed it. 

Chunky Charlene's Commitment

Dear Charles,

I know it’s been about six months since our split, but I wanted open up the lines of communication again. I feel bad that things had to end between us, but I know now more than ever that it was for the best. Neither of us were truly happy, and I know it’s because of actions that I’m responsible for. I hope that through all of this both of us will end up our happiest selves, and that’s why I’m writing you.

I want to start by thank you for telling me how you really felt, I’m sure it couldn’t have been easy. I knew how much weight I had gained, but I never fully knew how you felt about it until the end. But I'm glad you came forward like you did, because we both deserve to be happy, and it wasn’t my intention to put you in that position.

After our break up I reached out to Michael, you should remember meeting him in college before we started dating. I knew he liked fat chicks and I really needed find some support at that time. Michael was really nice and helped me get back on my feet. My eating was out of control, and with Michael's help I've learned my limits. We quickly fell in together after that 

I’m not sending you this letter to gloat, but more to try and make you see what sort of happiness is open to you when you find it. That is the biggest thing I took from our split (besides myself of course!) I still care about you enough to want you to find your own happiness. The only way I know how to show you this is to share with you how I've been and how I've been finding happiness. I’m sure you think a lot of it has to do with my new boyfriend, but I hope I can show you that it more about being open and honest with oneself more than anything.

You see it all started at the Country Town Buffet. I had been eating there alot, and I asked Michael to find me there. It took a few days for him to get the letter I sent him, but he met me the same night he got it. I had gone early that night since I was feeling a little more peckish than normal, and I was already three large plates in by the time he spotted me. I was in the back, my large rear hanging over the sides of one of their small chairs. He greeted me with a hug and I could feel my soft body almost absorb his.

We chatted while I tossed back plate after plate of food, and before I realized it the kitchen was closing and there was a wasteland of dishes on the table. I have to be honest, I couldn't wipe the smile from my face that night. Over our years together it was easy to tell that my appetite increased greatly, but I was always ashamed to eat too much in front of you. This was different, it felt like Mike was actually encouraging and helping my endeavor.

We tried to take it slowly at first, but each of us was having too much fun to slow things down. Mike always took me out for dinner, or cooked an exquisite meal at his place. I was a girl who liked to eat, so he knew the way to my heart and my happiness. With all of his pampering I really swooned hard for him. It was maybe a month before I decided to move in with him. It was an easy decision because I felt like I wasn't holding anything back anymore. I had a new outlook on life after what had happened between us and if I wanted to do something I did. And if I wanted to eat something I did.

After we started living together was when I started to gain weight like nobody's business. Mike made sure I was well fed everyday. The house was always loaded with snacks, and we had the number for all the delivery places right on the fridge. I was able to eat as much as I wanted, and with Mike's help I was able to push myself to the limit. Night after night he would stuff me full until I couldn't fit anything more. Then overnight all those calories would mold into more beautiful rolls on my body.

My curves have grown far and wide, and I’ve become much flabbier than I imagined possible. We’ve been special ordering clothes online and they’re tight on me but the time they arrive. A part of me though thinks Mike gets a chuckle out of that though. My chest has developed into two prize winning watermelons. I know I was chesty before, but these zeppelins have not stopped growing. 

Mike and I play a fun game where we see how long I can fit in furniture. My ass is getting so wide I usually need two chairs in most places we go out. I was trying to out grow the recliner at first, but I've recently bested it. Now I've moved on to the love seat, that is when I'm not lounging on the couch with Mike. It’s not just my tits and my ass though, my belly has reached epic proportions too. Mike calls it his pride and joy. I never knew he was a belly guy, or even that sort of thing existed, but he's infatuated with my gut. I told Mike I wanted it to fill my lap, and it really has started to. It still has a ways to go before it fills my whole lap, but after that we’ll see how long it takes to reach my knees. At this rate it’s bound to happen sooner or later.

All day it's either donuts, or cookies, or frozen pizzas, or jugs of soda, or cups of pudding. Mike always gets all my favorites and I can't help myself but eat them as soon as possible. He bought every box of Twinkies at a store once. Also all the delivery drivers know our house, we’re pretty much their best customer.

Once I had gotten pretty fat I realized you weren’t really a fan of taking me out in public, but Mike loves taking me out and showing me off. I'm a little slow moving some times, but feeling all my fat jiggle and thinking about how large and hot I am makes it all worth it. Plus whenever we go out we always hit the most amazing restaurants. The chefs all want to know the woman who's in love with their food, so I doubt they are surprised when they come out of the back and see me sprawled across two of the dining chairs.

We still make it a habit to have dinner at Country Town Buffet at least once a week, the place where it all started. We spend hours there, and Mike makes numerous trips up to the buffet for me, getting all the staples. At this point the staff all know me and are happy to see me, but know just how much food I can eat.

I hope with all this you can see the point I’m trying to make. Happiness comes in six billion different ways. I’m glad for the time we had together, but we obviously were not our most happy selves. I hope you can find the sort of happiness that I have found. And it’s not just the endless high caloric food, or Michael, or the hundreds of pounds I’ve come to love, it’s the combination of everything that culminates in ones happiness. 

Could I have been happy with you carrying on the way I have, filling out to over 600 lbs? Maybe, but you would have not been happy, and I would not have been as happy as I could have been. So I hope by us separating I’m setting you up to be your most happy self. I pray that you’re able to find the kind of happiness that I was able to. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help you on your journey to happiness, because you have been instrumental in my journey even if you don’t realize it.

With love,

Charlene