Are you sure? (2/3)

The cancellation

Unfortunately, the Friday of their first meeting never happened. Joshua was already sitting in his car, fully dressed, when Alina's name flashed up on the display of his smartphone.

“Joshua... please don't be angry with me, I can't make it today. I panic at the thought of it, even though I really want to meet you. I'm not what you imagine me to be. I've had so many bad experiences, even with guys who said they liked heavier women. My God, you must think I'm crazy, but I just can't do it yet.”

Joshua had written back to her immediately, understanding, without reproach. Of course, he had been disappointed in a way, but he didn't blame Alina whatsoever. On the contrary, he felt very sorry for her and would have loved nothing more than to show her that he was really serious. After his reply, there was no response from Alina for hours. Only late at night, when he was already in bed, did another short sentence follow.

“I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad at me.”

He was really disappointed — but not with her. Joshua was disappointed at how much fear she obviously had inside her and was angry at men who didn't appreciate such a pretty, delicate, loving woman, not to mention her body.

They agreed to look for a new date “soon.” But days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Something always came up — exams, work, illness, family obligations — always peppered with an undertone of, “I'm not ready yet. Please be patient with me.”

And yet, the conversation between them never stopped. It even deepened. The topics became more and more private and personal. Even though the two had never met and Alina still kept her body a secret, they both felt they had a deep and genuine connection. Joshua often tried to encourage her and give her confidence, telling her to be less self-conscious about her body. After all, he was on a dating platform for heavier women, just like her, for a reason. He wanted to experience her whole package, with everything that went with it.

More confidence

What began as a casual chat became an integral part of their everyday lives. They greeted each other in the morning and wrote to each other at night before going to sleep. He experienced Alina as someone who thought intelligently, observed keenly, and felt gently. She laughed a lot in her texts and had a way of phrasing things that made Joshua feel understood and secure. Their interests and hobbies matched so well that he sometimes couldn't believe it.

In between, she sent selfies. Face, collarbone, occasionally a little cleavage.

Always beautiful, but always cropped at the crucial points or covered with filters and emojis. By now, Joshua even believed he had fallen honestly in love with the slightly chubby, soft angelic face with the long, blonde hair. If only Alina would finally show herself to him completely and open up. He had almost given up hope that it would ever happen. He would never have broken off contact because of it, but Joshua's mind had already come to terms with the idea of only knowing Alina as a virtual acquaintance and that nothing would ever happen in real life.

But at a certain point, she actually began to become more courageous. Without Joshua pushing her, and that was probably exactly the right way to go, Alina finally took the next step.

First photos in a T-shirt. Then in tops. Then videos of her gaming, cooking, eating, getting ready in front of the mirror, or doing other everyday things. For Joshua, that alone was a reason to celebrate. He liked what he had seen of Alina so far. A petite but thicc beauty with voluptuous hips, a big butt, and very full breasts. A real blonde dream.

And then came the first moment when Joshua paused and wondered if his eyes were working properly.

The confession

It was a clip, barely 3 seconds long: Alina stood sideways in front of a mirror and waved playfully at the camera. He only saw it briefly, but then played the clip back 50 times. Joshua immediately noticed that her hips, which he had only seen sporadically and hidden by clothing until then, looked much wider in this video than in the previous photos. Her upper abdomen also had a curve that had been missing in earlier pictures. In addition, her breasts were visibly straining her top, and her long blonde hair fell over her upper arms, which were clearly more flabby. She was a real beauty, but how could she suddenly show off so much more fantastic, feminine fat? Joshua also noticed that her hair was very long, but still slightly shorter than in the photo she had sent him yesterday.

He asked her about it — cautiously.

“Is the video new? You look a little thicker in it than in your other pictures. I love it, but I just want to ask honestly.”

The answer came after a noticeable pause.

“The video is two years old... the other photos are even older.”

Then, a second message: “I... was afraid to show you how fat I really am.”

Joshua remained calm and replied with what he had been saying repeatedly for the past few months, taking care to ensure that his typed words did not sound annoyed or impatient in any way.

“Alina... I've already told you, there's no such thing as too fat for me. Your weight doesn't make you any less beautiful. Quite the contrary. You're such a great person and your body is simply amazing.”

Finally trust(?)

From that day on, she began to be more honest. Gradually, but nevertheless, she finally seemed to trust Joshua in the most important thing. The young man was incredibly happy. Firstly, because it spoke in favor of their great relationship, and he wanted Alina to know that she could show herself and open up to him completely, and secondly, because in Joshua's eyes, the young, fat woman was simply a picture-perfect stunner. He couldn't get enough of her pictures and videos, especially the ones in which she finally showed off all the lovely fat she was carrying around with her. At least, Joshua believed that this was the amount of fat Alina was “currently” carrying around with her.

She retroactively marked the pictures he had already seen with timestamps. She also added short comments to most of the clips and pictures.

“That was three years ago.”

“That was after my diet phase, when I was 30 kg lighter.”

“That's when I was still trying to lose weight.”

Between the lines lay shame — apparently no longer about her body itself, but about the fact that she had kept it from him for so long. Joshua took every explanation in stride and was just overjoyed that things were now so great and open between them.

One night, she wrote to him when he was already in bed.

"I told you that those were all older pictures of me. I've always been heavier, sometimes diets worked, but in the end, I always gained at least as much weight back. But you know, I actually like my body and that it's curvier. I just have such complexes about what others think of me, but who am I telling this to, after all, you've put up with my crap all these months. And you never asked for more after the last video, thank you for your patience. When I show you what I look like NOW... you have to promise me you won't disappear.“

His answer came without hesitation.

”I promise."

The picture

It took a few seconds, during which Joshua stared at the glowing screen of his smartphone, spellbound and excited like never before in his life. His heart was pounding wildly and his fingers, holding the phone right in front of his face, were sweaty.

Then it came.

A photo of Alina in front of the large mirror in her bedroom, which Joshua already knew. Only in her underwear. No filter. Without concealment.

Joshua instinctively held his breath — not out of shock, but out of sheer, overwhelming fascination.

Alina wasn't just chubby, and she wasn't just fat. She was obese, really obese. She had gained several pounds more than in all her previous photos. Alina's figure was an overfed, breathtakingly beautiful sight. A completely exaggerated collection of feminine charms.

She was a massive, soft, fully grown BBW — a woman whose body no longer possessed any trace of slimness or restraint. She displayed nothing but lust, pleasure, and gluttony. As a passionate FA, Joshua had dated several fat women and watched many more online. He tried to compare Alina with others and estimate her weight. Presumably, the beautiful blonde he was now looking at ranked at the upper end of the BBW scale. She would probably be just under 200 kg, which made her even cuter, more voluptuous, and more beautiful given her modest height of 1.64 m. With a considerable erection under the covers, Joshua silently devoured the image on his smartphone.

Alina's belly didn't just protrude, it bulged massively and sluggishly over the waistband of her black panties, hanging in a soft, heavy fold far beyond her crotch. This apron of fat covered a good third of her dimpled thighs. A large, wonderfully deep belly button adorned the wide, sluggish, and flabby potbelly. Her hips curved outward in a wide, broad arc, massive and dominant, so wide that the frame of the mirror could barely contain them. Alina was an extreme pear shape with incredibly fat saddle bags below her comparatively narrow waist. Her thighs were dense, touching each other from the very top down to her knees, which were buried under rolls of fat, wobbly and heavy. Her back showed distinct, soft rolls of fat that lay on top of each other like layers of dough and were also clearly visible from the front at her sides. Alina's breasts were large, sagging, but full and heavy. Like swollen udders, they swung over the mighty belly below, and her fat also flowed out of the top of her somewhat too tight bra.

With one chubby hand on her mega-wide hip and the other holding her cell phone, Alina stood shyly but also seductively smiling in front of the mirror.

She was fat all over, marked by stretch marks and cellulite, and she was by far the most beautiful woman Joshua had ever seen.

Before he could reply to the picture, another message from Alina arrived hastily.

“I'm sorry. I know this is a lot. A LOT.”

He typed faster than he had ever typed in his life.

“Alina. You are beautiful. Just the way you are. I couldn't have imagined anything more gorgeous. You are absolutely stunning, your hips, oh my God, and I couldn't even see your butt, but when I think about how you're shaped, it must be huge. I've never seen a woman more beautiful. I want to meet you. More than ever.“

”Really? Are you sure?"