Thursday, June 12, 2008
Bubbles
Bubbles 556 Words
Tom Chmura
Franky loved women, big women. He loved to look at them. Except for Bubbles , he’d never really had any affairs. He didn’t care for legs or breasts, just big thighs and huge bubble butts. He would always say he loved the swish of big thighs, silk stockings and high heeled shoes as they thumped across a hard wood floor. Well, Bubbles was big. About 6’2” and 245 lbs, about right for a line backer for a football team. Why, one day when she got mad at a dripping faucet , she turned the handle so hard she twisted it right off the sink.
Franky never told her why he called her Bubbles. She thought it was because her personality was so bubbly. Which it was. But mostly it was because her butt was big. Which it was. He loved to see her as she would walk away from him. To see those huge cheeks rolling under her dress like a well oiled piece of machinery, the hem of her dress shifting up and down as her cheeks rose and fell in harmonic symphony and beauty.
Whenever they would go into a bar, Bubbles would take up two bar stools and Franky would use one. Once the bartender made the mistake of asking Franky to sit on Bubbles lay to save space. Lightening quick Bubbles grabbed the bartender by the throat in an iron grip. The plea for mercy was written on the bar tenders red face and bulging eyes.
Franky truly loved Bubbles and her butt. When she hugged Franky, he could hear his ribs crunch in a fond embrace. When their relationship was two years old, Bubbles told Franky that she was going to Europe to visit relatives. Franky became despondant. Since he was a good sculptor, he made a life-size clay sculpture of Bubbles, big bubble butt and all.
After four months of Hell without Bubbles, she was finally returning. Franky went to the airport to pick her up. While the passengers were disembarking, Franky kept looking for Bubbles. He espied a very tall and statuesque blond woman. Was that his Bubbles?
Franky called out, ”Bubbles! Over here!”
She smiled. Franky was aghast. She must be sick. He thought.
“Oh Franky, I didn’t go to Europe. I went to a fat farm. Now look at me!”
She twirled to show off her new figure.
“I’m appalled. You look sick. You only got half the ass as when you left.”
“B-but Franky. I did it for you. I thought you would be pleased.”
“Pleased, Hell! My Bubbles disappearing!”
Then Frankie’s Bubble burst.
“Damn-it. I reduced just for you. I still got twenty to go. Will you hate me even more?”
“Com’n Bubbles let’s get something to eat and get some meat back on your bones.”
“Got to hell, Franky.”
Bubbles grabbed her luggage and sauntered off. Franky stood silently as Bubbles disappeared.
Well, sir. Bubbles went on to a long, happy and passionate marriage, and Franky?
He joined a Shaker colony making furniture. Even though the Shakers practiced celibacy, they let Franky keep his clay statue of Bubbles in a dark corner of his room. He had it glazed and painted. A fair replica of Bubbles, but I think he added more of Bubbles than was really Bubbles.
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We should celebrate the beauty we see in others by sharing what it is we find beautiful.
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Tom Chmura
Franky loved women, big women. He loved to look at them. Except for Bubbles , he’d never really had any affairs. He didn’t care for legs or breasts, just big thighs and huge bubble butts. He would always say he loved the swish of big thighs, silk stockings and high heeled shoes as they thumped across a hard wood floor. Well, Bubbles was big. About 6’2” and 245 lbs, about right for a line backer for a football team. Why, one day when she got mad at a dripping faucet , she turned the handle so hard she twisted it right off the sink.
Franky never told her why he called her Bubbles. She thought it was because her personality was so bubbly. Which it was. But mostly it was because her butt was big. Which it was. He loved to see her as she would walk away from him. To see those huge cheeks rolling under her dress like a well oiled piece of machinery, the hem of her dress shifting up and down as her cheeks rose and fell in harmonic symphony and beauty.
Whenever they would go into a bar, Bubbles would take up two bar stools and Franky would use one. Once the bartender made the mistake of asking Franky to sit on Bubbles lay to save space. Lightening quick Bubbles grabbed the bartender by the throat in an iron grip. The plea for mercy was written on the bar tenders red face and bulging eyes.
Franky truly loved Bubbles and her butt. When she hugged Franky, he could hear his ribs crunch in a fond embrace. When their relationship was two years old, Bubbles told Franky that she was going to Europe to visit relatives. Franky became despondant. Since he was a good sculptor, he made a life-size clay sculpture of Bubbles, big bubble butt and all.
After four months of Hell without Bubbles, she was finally returning. Franky went to the airport to pick her up. While the passengers were disembarking, Franky kept looking for Bubbles. He espied a very tall and statuesque blond woman. Was that his Bubbles?
Franky called out, ”Bubbles! Over here!”
She smiled. Franky was aghast. She must be sick. He thought.
“Oh Franky, I didn’t go to Europe. I went to a fat farm. Now look at me!”
She twirled to show off her new figure.
“I’m appalled. You look sick. You only got half the ass as when you left.”
“B-but Franky. I did it for you. I thought you would be pleased.”
“Pleased, Hell! My Bubbles disappearing!”
Then Frankie’s Bubble burst.
“Damn-it. I reduced just for you. I still got twenty to go. Will you hate me even more?”
“Com’n Bubbles let’s get something to eat and get some meat back on your bones.”
“Got to hell, Franky.”
Bubbles grabbed her luggage and sauntered off. Franky stood silently as Bubbles disappeared.
Well, sir. Bubbles went on to a long, happy and passionate marriage, and Franky?
He joined a Shaker colony making furniture. Even though the Shakers practiced celibacy, they let Franky keep his clay statue of Bubbles in a dark corner of his room. He had it glazed and painted. A fair replica of Bubbles, but I think he added more of Bubbles than was really Bubbles.
END
SandyCarlson has left a new comment on your post "Bubbles ...": Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. Goes to show--people see beauty in us we don't see in ourselves. Poor ol'Franky!
We should celebrate the beauty we see in others by sharing what it is we find beautiful.
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