Ruby Ripples

I woke up the morning after the McDonalds/Ribs escapade, feeling absolutely ravenously hungry!! I got ready and found Lorna getting ready too. It was a beautiful day and Lorna offered to take me on a drive in the country and along the coast, a lovely offer as she knew I’d been stuck indoors for a long time with my sore back and couldn’t really get out and about. She’s such a kind and thoughtful friend. We had for breakfast two slices of toast each with butter, peanut butter and banana on them, and lovely hot tea. So, set up for the day, off we set in the car for…. Girvan, a little town on the coast with a great fish and chip shop LOL!!! First though we drove though some beautiful countryside near where lorna lives, and I admired a windfarm, I really don’t think they are blots on the landscape, I think they are actually very aesthetically pleasing and rather, add something to the scenery. I stopped and took a few snaps and lorna kindly photographed a pair of sheep for me… Within an hour of the toast, we were sitting in the car in the sunshine almost on the sandy beach, watching the sea and tucking into deliciously aromatic fish and chips, the batter on the fish golden and crisp, the fish white and tenderly flaky, and the chips mouthwatering with their salt n vinegar aroma. We would have sat out of the car but for the gigantic and hungry-looking seagulls which are so cheeky they would steal the food from our hands… and I’d hate for a child to see me throttle a dumb animal… After finishing our food and drinks we had a lovely drive down the coast, admiring the scenery. We stopped at a beach and Lorna walked the dog while I snoozed, then we drove back a slightly different route which just happened to take us to a lovely little Farm shop muahaha. Something tells me Lorna knew we would happen by this place as her eyes lit up with an evil twinkle as she said “There’s a lovely farm restaurant here, fancy tea and cakes?” Well…. suffice to say that if we were Bill and Ted, we would have done the Wyld Stallyns sign lol. I had the biggest slice of rhubarb pie I’ve ever seen and a pot of tea for one, while Lorna had a coffee and a huge fresh cream meringue. It’s just as well they tasted as good as they looked, since it came to £10 - $20!!! just for the cakes and drinks! After recovering from that shock we regained our composure by hitting the farm shop and buying up lots of nice goodies, yay! We then half staggered, half waddled back to the car for Lorna to take me home. I have no idea how I managed to fasten my seatbelt.. what I do know is that if I was with Lorna every day I’d be approximately twice the size I am just now!! I could feel every bump in the road on the journey home, and my lower belly wobbled and jiggled the whole way, trapped as it was under the lower part of the seatbelt. My side rolls being somewhat less constricted jiggled and vibrated so much that I felt the ripples running up and down my sides, mmm! By the time I got home I was tired, stuffed and very very happy! Hooray for foodie weekends, and hooray for lovely feedee friends!

My good friend Lorna had invited me to go see her friend’s 70’s glam rock tribute band, so how could I refuse?  lol.   Off we set in her trusty car at teatime Saturday… I was ravenous, having not had anything to eat yet that day, and told her we would have to stop at a takeaway en-route for some food.  Well of course Lorna wasn’t averse to that idea and soon we were queued up at a McDonald’s drive-thru. When she asked me what I wanted to eat I suddenly realised that I could have as much as I wanted and not worry, as she would likely have even more!  So, giggling, I asked her to order me a LARGE Big Mac meal with coke and barbecue sauce,  a filet-o-fish sandwich, and a hot fudge sundae.  She was giggling while trying to place the order too!  Unfortunately the ice cream machine was off so I got applie pie instead.  She, I think got two double quarterpoundery things with bacon and cheese… something like that anyway, a big bit of cow at least! and a strawberry chemical shake (ugh I hate them).  The guy behind the till was kinda peering into the back of the car trying to find the other two occupants who were eating with us, heehee!      We got our food after me getting lorna to check the bbq sauce (why do they ALWAYS forget the sauce) then we parked up and got tore into our food. Now, I really do mean tore into…. the sound of ripping cardboard and the “ptooi” of spat out straw papers filled the car, to be followed by ten minutes of silence apart from happy chewing noises and the occasional  “mmmmmmmm”.  I had my fries first, they were hot fresh and crisp, wonderful dipped into the sauce. Then I had my filet o fish, nice but too much tartare as always. Then my big mac, fine but a little dry.   Then my apple pie.  Now… I don’t quite know whether to laugh or cry at the fact that after that little lot I could still have happily eaten a box of chicken nuggets !!  We packed the papers all into a bag then sighing happily, did up our seatbelts… or at least Lorna did.  Mine wouldn’t fasten, and after some hilarity Lorna managed to shove it in place with me hardly able to breathe, my belly was so constricted!   We arrived an hour later at the pub where the band were playing and managed to grab a seat right next to where they were.   It was a fun night, what with the bands silly wigs and 70s style glam rock clothes, and the audience members who appeared to lack the “self-consciousness” gene… or as a friend put it… “no, they were just very drunk”  lol. Anyway, they were dancing round like looneys, having a whale of a time - wish I had the confidence to do that!!  After two hours the band finished and we started driving back to Lorna’s for the night. I smelled a lovely chip shop smell and suddenly felt really hungry and told Lorna. She laughed and said did I fancy some chips and curry sauce…oooh silly question!  Next thing we were parked outside a late night Chinese Takeaway  (hey we aren’t the most obese nation in Europe by having places close before midnight!).   I was a bit disappointed as I don’t like Chinese takeaway chips, so to cheer myself up I decided to have Chinese spare ribs instead , hehehe!   Off Lorna trotted while I dozed in the car, then when she came back, we drove down to the shore and sat in the dark in her car eating Chinese food, with the noise of the sea beside us…ah… bliss!  I’m still a little confused as to how I was so hungry given that under three hours earlier Id had a huge Mcdonald’s! I know that by bed time my top was stretched tight as a drum skin over my fat belly.   Oh well, ours is not to reason why…

Yikes, how time flies! Sorry I haven’t written for a while, I really didn’t think it was so long! Well first things first. I had a birthday on 5 March - hooray for birthdays, and boo!! for getting older. My phone rang just after midnight and I was treated to a sexy Italian-accented version of “Happy Birthday to you” from my friend Stefano in Rome, lol. Turns out Lorna had told him it was my birthday and he wanted to be first to wish me Happy Birthday, lol like there was a queue of people waiting! Stefano is typical charming Italian Stallion type and is busy “building a terrific body” (his words) for the Las Vegas BBW Bash this August, to woo all the BBWs, particularly the pear-shaped ones. If you are pearshaped, single bbw going to Vegas or even not, give me your email and I’ll pass it onto him! Anyway… later the day of my birthday, Lorna came up to visit me and brought me two lovely pairs of earrings and a real birthday cake with sparkly Barbie candles in it!! I was so tickled, she just knows me so well! We had a laugh and ate cake and lemon meringue pie she brought too, and also a large Indian takeaway, yay!

The following weekend a friend came over and brought me a lovely big box of chocolates, and lovely flowers, I was so touched!
I have no idea what this year will hold for me, but it would be nice if it featured my fantasy FA!!!

I had dressed in a tight black top and slinky black pants for a reason.  I was taking a photo of myself for a thread on a forum which was asking for “your skinniest and fattest photos”.    I didn’t have a picture suitable for posting lol or one that was full length and showed my shape properly.   So I chose these as they are the clingiest whilst still being fairly respectable, looking items I own!   I have to admit that when I put them on,  I really liked how the clothes draped on my body, the lycra in them made them cling in a very comfortable and yes.. very sexy way.  Every movement I made, I was extra aware of, the sensation of silky fabric over lots of my body, hugging my curves.. and the top gradually sliding up my round belly. Because the top isn’t very long , the hem of it sat towards my upper belly meaning it crept up all the time, til it sat comfortably hugging under my breasts, looking like a bra top, exposing my midriff!    I also loved the feeling of wearing clothes yet having my belly on display, covered by flimsy material, but which almost looked sprayed on, so really leaving nothing to the imagination! It was obvious that my belly hung, there was no disguising it.   When I looked in the mirror I noticed that the sheer tightness of the clothes on me had stretched them so much that I could see a shimmery line down them, showing the strain they were under.  You can see it on the photo above!  By the time I had taken the belly photo then a few others, I was very turned on!  When I eventually took the clothes off that night, I was even more aware of my bigger body, set free from the tight embrace of the tight clothing.  With each naked footstep I took in my bedroom, I could feel my body jiggle.  My lower belly of course was jiggling and moving against my upper thighs, my butt and upper thighs at the back were rippling too. My breasts swaying freely as I moved about, I was even aware that the butter soft fat under my upper arms wobbled as I lifted them.  I looked in the mirror, raised my arms and put my hands behind my head then I wiggled a little.  I was intrigued by a newish little roll of fat on each side, under my arms.  It wobbled as I moved, and stopped when I touched it with just one finger. It was so soft and white and …nice!   It was as though my fat was celebrating being freed from captivity, and letting me know how good it could feel!     I loved the feeling of the tight clinging clothes and I adored the sensations of cool air on my body which always has some part in motion!   I’m not sure which I liked more…. but by the time I went to bed I was extremely turned on with a day of being ultra aware of every slight movement of my changing body. 

Eeek always something going on, sorry for not posting again for several days! I got round to taking a few pics two days ago and as you can see from the above, my belly has definitely got bigger, lol. And as you can see, my belly button is no longer a suprised little O, but is definitely now a () ! I conducted an experiement to see why this should be. I sat down in my poor broken dressing chair *blush* and my belly button appeared almost boat shaped as it was squashed between my breasts and my thighs, then I stood up and back to the (). Hmmm, I decided to lift my belly and see if that changed the shape of it… only to discover that I now cannot get both of my hands right under the bottom of my belly at the one time!! I lifted my belly the best I could, with a large quantity of the bottom of it hanging between my poor overworked hands, soft lower belly fat fat spilling out all over the place! I couldn’t even concentrate enough to examine my belly button from that situation, as I was too involved with holding my belly up. I was amazed at how heavy it has become. It also made me realise that it must be hanging lower than it was, and that is why I couldn’t reach right under it. Puffing with the exertion of holding up the weight of my belly, i gently dropped it down and watched as a very nice jiggle rippled its way up right from the bottom of my belly to the top, sending deliciously sexy shivers to a place that will remain nameless .

So… the conclusion to my scientific belly button investigation is that… my belly has got somewhat larger and so is hanging more than it did, pulling it down somewhat, and so changing the shape of the belly button. At this rate it will look like a | before much longer!

Yay look what I got!!! Okay, so it wasn’t exactly chosen for me, but a nice online friend who I chat to occasionally said it was time he bought me another fattening treat (he bought me the steak dinner and chocs at Christmas). He asked what I would like, and of course i just HAD to show him these! They arrived in the post about four days later, last Saturday. I am ashamed to say that I ate them in two days . (Okay, actually I am NOT ashamed in the least!!). My son had two (vanilla, I don’t like vanilla), I had the other 26 and thoroughly enjoyed everyone last one. But really, its the box that I love. I’ll use it for keeping cards or something in, til it fall aparts and has to be thrown out.

Completely unrelated…. I was looking in the mirror at how my belly just jiggles all the time now when I walk, and I noticed something completely new. My belly button now goes up and down the way!! It used to be round, like O, now its definitely like () or nearly even I ! Hmmm I feel a photo coming on. Watch this space - tomorrow most likely! I have to go examine this new phenomenon and decide what I think about it.

I remember being a child and seeing love heart shaped boxes of chocolates on American movies on TV, to me it was just the ultimate in luxury and decadence… well I still think it is really! Do any men really in real life buy these for women though?  Most men round here I think would be too embarrassed to be seen buying something so sweetly romantic. But some must buy them, or the shops wouldn’t sell them I suppose.   I think the actual chocolates in the box are very secondary to the gift, its the fact its so obviously Valentine’s and rather sexily shaped, that makes it appealing to me anyway.  Truth be told, if there was such a thing as a love heart shaped box of sushi, I’d choose that first .      Actually….anything I got for Valentine’s day would make me so excited Id probably keel over in surprise, lol.   I got two valentine’s cards when I was 15 yrs old… since then… nothing til this year!  I got two lovely cards from friends on the Dimensions Forums, I was so surprised and very touched, hooray!!   I usually mutter under my breath about Valentine’s Day, whilst secretly making puppy dog eyes at the expanse of pink and red plushness, chubby Cupids and chocolate hearts. This year though, since I actually got cards, I think it’s all wonderful again 

So guys if there is a lady you like, believe me, a simple card, a single flower, any small token will be appreciated more than you could ever know… just DO it!   I know you don’t understand this stuff, but just believe me!!  If you give her a love-heart shaped box of chocolates, she’ll probably be putty in your hands! (disclaimer:  there are always exceptions to the rule, so if she takes the chocolates and then shuts the door in your face, it’s not my fault ).

I think I will spend my Valentine’s evening having a lovely bubble bath.  The only problem is, because Ive got so big for the bath, my belly is almost completely out of the water even when the water is filling the bath, so I have to scoop up bubbles and pat them all over my belly and breasts, til I look like some fat bubble monster…. kinda takes away somehow from the candlelit, scented delight of the scenario…   I also noticed just last week that when Im sitting up in the bath now my belly has got to the stage where its totally crammed and I have to lean back slightly to be comfortable… another new development in my ever-evolving body shape.

I was invited out for dinner a few weeks ago, and had sushi for the first time - it was wonderful!  After the food, we went to a pub for a few drinks.   While sitting chatting, I moved slightly in my chair and suddenly felt a riiiiiiiip! on my side.  I put my hand down to the side of my top and .. yes.. a hole of about two and a half inches wide had burst open on the side seam, near the hem…  I shouldn’t have been surprised, as the top was pulled skin tight over my belly and butt, so sitting down in it was adding untold pressure to the poor seams. They had put up a valiant fight, but at some point my fat just had to win!   It was the same top as I am wearing in the above photo, but in black.  As I’ve mentioned before, last July when I first had these tops, they were very loose on me… if you look back to a buffet blog entry from last July, you can see me wearing the same top but in pink, and it is hanging very loose on me, eek  lol!   I have to say that although I liked the tops back then, i much prefer how they look on me now, tight over my breasts belly and butt, particularly as the top is fringed around the hem and the fringes now dance nicely when I walk, as my butt jiggles!

I was just thinking that someone should invent some ssbbw-proof thread for clothes, but then… I think that would spoil the fun for the FA guys who enjoy clothes bursting, and us large ladies don’t want to be party poopers!   The other problem could be that the garment might split elsewhere if the seam is too strong…. perhaps just bursting right over the belly area, argh how embarrassing that would have been in the pub!   My belly trying to burst out of a rip in the front of my top!

My good friend Lorna has been back from the US for a little while now, so we decided to head out for another buffet experience, this time taking my son along with us.  Well, Lorna came up to my house first as usual and to my delight, she had with her…. a weighing scale!! She had been in a supermarket and noticed that this scale weighs up to 390lbs, more than enough to weigh us (one at a time lol). She had just bought it, so hadn’t yet had a chance to try it - I was to christen the scale, yay!  I was so excited, not having been weighed on a scale that worked for me, for about two years.  I set the scale, put it on the floor, handed Lorna my camera, and I stepped on. I have to say at this point, that it was uncomfortable standing on the little scale, for a few reasons….1) It is made of glass and even though it weighs to nearly 400lbs, it still feels as though it must break!…  2) Cramming my thighs so tight together so my feet fit on such a small space was difficult indeed, and…3) However I bent forward, even squashing my belly with my hands, I could not read the display!   So, Lorna got down on the floor to read the digital display, having to look very closely, as the shadow cast by my body made it very dark to read…. like a huge mountain looming over a little…. thing  :~ .  Being the trouper she is, she took photos of me there, and of the read out, before scrambling back up to her feet.   I wasn’t surprised to discover my weight, as I did think I was probably between 350 and 360lbs    You can see below exactly what I weigh.

Lorna brought me a large size packet of my very favourite Teriyaki flavour beef jerky, from the US - I have to admit that I ate it in one sitting, lol. It is sooo delicious and moreish - you just can’t stop til you’ve eaten the lot - ok I can’t, hehe!!

I was listing some things on Ebay to sell, PS2 and games… so I was bored and got distracted.. started looking at Ruby - type things instead, lovely make up, perfumes, pictures… lotions and potions.. when I came across something I’ve never seen before - false toenails!  I was quite intrigued by them, how funny, to put false toenails on!  I mean.. nobody wants long toenails so why bother buying these little strange looking things on your feet… ohhh wait a minute!!  Perhaps you may recall a previous post of mine where I explained the trouble I have when doing my pedicure.  In case you haven’t read that, my belly has got so fat that I cant reach my right hand over to my left foot to cut my nails, paint them, etc, and it’s even difficult to reach with my left hand.  My left foot usually ends up with blotchy nail polish. When I last attempted this two weeks ago, I was really puffing and panting hard with the exertion. I gave up and finished the following day!  It doesn’t help if I have just eaten, in fact it makes the job impossible, as I physically CANNOT reach to even do my right foot then, lol.   Best time would be in the morning before breakfast, when my stomach is empty so I can squash my belly harder as I try to reach over!

Anyway, I just thought that actually those false toenails are probably a really good idea for people like me, its got to be easier just sticking a nail over my own than trimming, filing, removing old polish, applying new… which can take two hours now, with all the breaks I have to take!   I might just try them and see how they look!    My ideal of course would be to go to a beauty salon for a pedicure… and a manicure…eyebrow shape, eyelash tint,  hair tint… leg wax…  LOL  but as that is all a pipe dream, I shall continue to do it all myself.  It’s hard work being a woman!!

I can of course manage to do manicures for myself, but the problem there is that my nails won’t grow long, grrrrr. I think they truly are the only thin part of me!  I’ve tried all my life, but my nails are weak and they just break, no matter how much nail hardener, conditioner, etc I use.  So I buy false nails and give myself a pretty manicure with those! I can’t tell you just HOW much better I feel when I have some nice long nails! They turn my hands from fat toddler hands with dimples instead of knuckles into….. fat toddler hands with dimples instead of knuckles, but with long nails!  I think they look very feminine and give a well-groomed appearance.  It’s not easy to do some things when wearing them though, typing takes twice as long and my son goes mad with the constant click-clicking sound of the nails hitting the keys.  It’s also difficult putting underwear on when wearing long nails, particularly reaching down under my belly to pull my panties up. I have scratched myself untold times trying to do that, or pulling up tights (pantyhose)! I have even put my nails through tights, trying to yank them up!    Ahh but it’s worth it to have glamorous fingers and they are good for other things….All the better to stroke (or scratch) you with my dear …..