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"How did I get talked into this?" you think to yourself, as your oxygen tank leaks slowly before your eyes. On vacation in the Caribbean with your friends, you got talked into scuba diving. Always slightly afraid of deep waters, you protested for several days before they finally convinced you. Now you're sinking slowly into an abyss that no one has heard of. Your oxygen tank is nearing empty and your radio malfunctioned several minutes ago. You fight the unconsciousness, but it will overwhelm you soon. You see a light in the distance, but you take it as an illusion of a fevered, dying mind. Something brushes against your arm, and your eyes open slowly. Clownfish and leafy seadragons have surrounded you and are gently pushing you towards that light. Too weak to move, you let them push you on. The light in the bottom of the abyss moves closer and you realize that it is a rare pocket of air, reinforced by a strange gel material that blocks out the water, but allows creatures to move in and out. Chinese lanterns hang from the top and pillows and books are scattered along the bottom. The leafy sea dragons give you a final shove and you sink into the pocket of air, softly landing on a pile of pillows. You realize that the pocket of air is much larger than you thought, and is divided into three rooms. The room you are currently in looks like a library and a sitting room in one. Peering into the other doorways, you see that one is a brightly lit kitchen, while the other is a dark bedroom. Shivering, you go back into the library to find some clothes folded neatly on top of a particularly large pillow. Quickly, you strip off your wetsuit and scuba gear and change into the dry clothes which fit you perfectly. Turning around, you see a figure emerge from the dark bedroom. It's a girl, with short black hair and gray eyes. What's truly strange about her, however, is the fish gills behind her ears and her slightly webbed hands. Her skin is almost scale like in color, but she looks perfectly human otherwise. She smiles when she sees you. "Why, hello. I believe you have somehow stumbled into my little corner of the abyss. Welcome."

-_- I want out of my school.... It's so... bleh!! And my dad went to this happy school seminar thingy and came back saying I'm supposed to be nice to people who call me a b***h... Yeah right rolleyes I'd love to ignore them, but... you know... temper ness.... Yeah... I tripped over a desk today trying to get to this kid in the hallway and the teacher was about to send me to the counsler.. This is the first day I've completely snapped, although yesterday two people had to hold me back from racing after an annoying person who has been wearing my nerves down... Rants!

The woman was on the chubby side. Young and beautiful and all that went with it, but chubby. Now a young, beautiful woman who is, shall we say, plump, seems a bit off. Walking behind her, I fixated on her body.

Around young, beautiful, fat women, I am generally thrown into confusion. I don't know why. Maybe it's because an image of their dietary habits naturally congeals in my mind. When I see a goodly sized woman, I have visions of her mopping up that last drop of cream sauce with her bread, wolfing down that final sprig of watercress garnish from her plate. And once that happens, it's like acid corroding metal: scenes of her eating spread through my head and I lose control.

Your plain fat woman is fine. Fat women are like clouds in the sky. They're just floating there, nothing to do with me. But your young, beautiful, fat woman is another story. I am demanded to assume a posture toward her. I could end up sleeping with her. That is probably where all the confusion comes in.

Which is not to say I have anything against fat women. Confusion and repulsion are two different things. I've slept with fat women before and on the whole the experience wasn't bad. If your confusion leads you in the right direction, the results may be uncommonly rewarding. But of course, things don't always take the right course. Sex is an extremely subtle undertaking, unlike going to the department store on Sunday to buy a thermos. Even among young, beautiful, fat women, there are distinctions to be made. Fleshed out one way, they'll lead you in the right direction; fleshed out another way, they'll leave you lost, trivial, confused.

In this sense, sleeping with fat women can be a challenge. There must be as many paths of human fat as there are ways of human death.