My name is Nicole O’Bannon. I’m a six-foot-tall, busty and big-bottomed, kind of heavyset young Canadian woman of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I’ve been big my whole life. At twenty eight, I weigh two hundred and eighty pounds. Men have never found me attractive. Some lesbians liked me but I am one hundred percent heterosexual. I waited for the man of my dreams. That’s why I was a virgin up until a couple of months ago. That’s when I met Jeffrey Jean-Pierre, a tall, burly and extremely handsome young Black man from the Republic of Haiti in the Caribbean. He’s a second-year student at Carleton University, where I’m working as a teacher’s assistant while earning my MBA at nearby Ottawa University. For me, it was love at first sight.
A lot of people think fat chicks like myself are invisible. Being big and tall in a world that worships skinny chicks is hell. Luckily, I found someone who accepts me for what I am. If you’re a fat white chick, you only appeal to Black men from foreign countries. That’s okay because white guys never interested me. I’ve always liked Black men but mostly they went after skinny white chicks. Once again I found myself feeling invisible. Luckily, Jeffrey wasn’t like other men. Given a choice between a skinny chick and a fat one, he’d actually go after the fat chick. You see, in his culture, fat women are considered beautiful. I need to move down there!
Jeffrey Jean-Pierre was hot as hell. Five feet eleven inches tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, with dark brown skin and pale bronze eyes. He had long black hair braided into neat cornrows. He’s only twenty years old. He majors in engineering at Carleton University and the chicks over there absolutely love him. And why shouldn’t they? He’s tall, good-looking and educated. He’s hot as hell. On campus, he could have just about anyone he wanted. He’s the star of the men’s Rugby squad for crying out loud. So many women wanted a piece of him. Black women. White women. Asian women. Hispanic women. Arab women. All women want a piece of a sexy Black man. Well, I’m the one who caught his attention. The tall, plain-faced white chick with the huge tits, chubby body, wide hips and gigantic white ass. The fat chick got the pretty guy and left all the pretty girls standing around feeling foolish. How’s that? I love it!
Jeffrey was the one who introduced me to the world of sex. He taught me how to feel good while naked. To him, a big woman like me was the epitome of beauty. He liked my big tits, chunky body, wide hips and big ass. He liked me the way I am. When Jeffrey looked at me, I actually felt sexy. How about that? I felt sexy for the first time in my life. Jeffrey made me want to do things. He’s so charming and sexy. I wanted to do things for him, and to him. Jeffrey took me out in public and treated me like a lady. He took me to fine restaurants and cool night clubs. He bought me presents and sent me flowers at work. All the things skinny women take for granted. My man was sexy, smart and he showered me with attention. I was one happy fat chick!
You’ve got no idea what it’s like to feel loved when you’ve been told you’re ugly and worthless your whole life. When I attended Saint William Academy, I actually got stood up by my prom date, an Irish guy named Sean Patterson. In college, I was invisible to the sexy hockey players and handsome basketball studs whom I lusted after. And here comes Jeffrey, a guy who seems to genuinely like me. He came from a nice family too. His father Adam Jean-Pierre is a police officer in the city of Toronto. His mother Jeannette Jean-Pierre works as a teacher at one of the local high schools. His older brother Wilson is an accountant and his sister Alexandra is a corrections officer. I met all of them at a nice Caribbean restaurant which Jeffrey took me. Jeffrey’s family were really nice to me. They didn’t seem to mind that their favourite son was dating a fat white chick. I assured his mother and sister that I loved him and would never do anything to hurt him.
A lot of Black women don’t like it when their sons or brothers date outside the race. I understood Jeffrey’s mom’s fears. A lot of crazy white women have been known to get innocent Black men into trouble. Look what nearly happened to NBA superstar Kobe Bryant a few years ago. Jeffrey’s mom was right to beware of crazy white sluts. The lady did not want her son to get hurt. I just wanted her to see that I was different. I sat with her and we talked inside the restaurant. I assured her that I wasn’t a drama queen or a jealous hussy. I wasn’t a violent psycho. And I wasn’t a gold digger either. I work hard for a living. I have my own money. I actually own the house where I live. I meet my mortgage payments every month. I do alright for myself. I’m very much a modern woman. My only issue was with love. I’m approaching thirty and no guy has ever kissed me or held my hand. No guy has ever made love to me or told me I was pretty. At least not until I met Jeffrey. He meant the world to me. I’d be foolish to do anything that could ruin my relationship with him. I made sure Jeff’s mom and I understood each other. When we were done she smiled at me and gave us her blessing. I was so happy I almost cried.