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🕑 Added 2023-12-16 01:31:13 +0000 UTCGreg was excited and overjoyed, not to say completely over the moon. The decision as to whether he should approach the enchanting blonde beauty had been taken out of the young man's hands. He had already seen her several times in the Starbucks where he had a latte almost every day before and after work. It had gone on like this for many days and both had scanned each other with glances, not unnoticed by the other. She was an absolute bombshell in Greg's eyes and as sexy as you could imagine. Every day he'd found her sitting at her laptop in the store and had struggled to suppress a drool as he'd watched her titanic ass cheeks spill over the poor chair she'd chosen, his heart had skipped a beat. The young blonde woman was huge, but only in terms of her width, otherwise she was very short, which Greg found even more appealing. Whenever he had encountered the fat pear there, he had been particularly slow when walking or ordering and had always tried to observe as much of the broad-assed beauty as possible, as unobtrusively as possible. She'd always done the same, smiling furtively and shyly at him as she swelled down from her chair with coffee and a pile of donuts and pastries and at least as many empty plates on the table in front of her, trying to concentrate on working on her laptop. When Greg had received his order and reluctantly turned towards the exit, their eyes had usually met again and each of them had grinned sheepishly. This game had gone on for several weeks during the mild summer, but without either of them addressing the other.
Finally, the beautiful pear had taken the initiative. Greg was by no means a man who lacked self-confidence, not even when it came to approaching women. He was also aware that he was good-looking and tall, quite an eye-catcher as several women in his life had already confirmed. Certainly neither a supermodel nor a bodybuilder, but he was doing well. This overweight beauty, however, turned his thinking completely upside down and almost reduced him to a pubescent teenager who wanted to approach a girl for the first time. She simply appealed to all his deepest desires and most blatant cravings. That monstrous ass and the almost endlessly wide hips made him breathe heavily and get hard immediately every time.
Greg was a real fat lover and liked very obese women. What's more, this woman was so incredibly well shaped by nature and the endless calories she undoubtedly stuffed herself with every free minute of her life. She also looked simply stunning with her otherwise petite upper body, her fat arms, the pendulous belly spreading lazily in her huge lap and, last but not least, the sparkling green eyes that had fascinated him from the very first second. So Greg had behaved contrary to his usual norm and hadn't dared to speak to her. Fortunately, she had plucked up the courage to speak to him at some point and asked about his routine of coming to this very Starbucks twice a day. Greg was almost bursting with happiness when this fat eye candy with the slightly tanned angelic face had finally approached him, somewhat shyly but firmly.
They had had a wonderful chat and talked about all sorts of things until Greg had finally realized with horror that he was already much too late for work. The fat pear, whose name was Amy, by the way, as he had learned earlier, and who was trying to write her first novel in the Starbucks while writing full-time for a plus-size fashion magazine, had said goodbye with a wave and the sweetest smile Greg had ever seen.
"I'll see you later, I hope," she had said hopefully as she left and he had nodded vigorously, beaming from ear to ear. This woman triggered something in Greg that he had never experienced with any of his girlfriends before. Admittedly, none of his previous partners had been as beautifully fat and likeable at first sight as Amy. In the time that they had only smirked at each other, she had constantly spat around in his head with her monstrous ass and he had also masturbated a few times at home to the memories of her. As they had both hoped, they had met again in Starbucks after Greg's shift and had a much more detailed, open conversation this time. Greg had watched in amazement as she had eaten numerous muffins, croissants and other treats alongside lots of sweetened coffee. That ass was no accident, Greg had thought, smiling as he gazed at her full, beautiful lips.
That very day, they had both gone straight from Starbucks to get something to eat. Amy had chosen the Diner, which was just a few doors down, and they had both had an excellent time. They had exchanged numbers and hugged as they said goodbye. Greg had almost burst with excitement when these masses of fat, squeezed into tight leggings and an equally tight blouse, had pressed against him. For his part, his hands had sunk deep into the cute rolls of back fat.
"That was really very nice and super tasty," Amy had said when they had both separated again and she had patted her protruding belly. The woman had eaten twice as much as Greg and he had even had the impression that she had held back on eating so as not to put him off with her gluttony. What nonsense.
"Yes, that was great. I already knew this place and always found it very tasty," Greg confirmed, but didn't really know what to say. He just didn't wanted to say goodbye yet, this date could have lasted forever for him. Amy really made his heart beat faster.
"So... we'll write to each other later then?" Amy asked shyly, fiddling with the taut hem of her shirt with her chubby, cute fingers.
"Yes, of course!" Greg replied immediately. "I really want to get to know you better. I...would love to go on another date, too."
Amy looked up at him and her green eyes sparkled as she enthusiastically clapped her little hands together in front of her chest and, to Greg's amazement, even managed a little hop of joy. She was so incredibly cute and, despite her enormous size, really girly and incredibly feminine. You couldn't call it a real bounce, but Greg had been delighted by her enthusiasm and had enjoyed watching all the rolls of fat and fat pads on Amy's body bobbing up and down for a few seconds.
"I'd be really happy about that, I thought it was great today too," the fat girl had reiterated and they had both just gazed at each other for a few moments.
"Well then, see you next time. We'll write to each other and arrange something," Greg finally said.
"That's how we'll do it. See you soon."
They both turned and walked off in different directions. However, Greg hadn't been able to resist turning back to look at Amy. The sight was simply amazing. With an extreme waddling gait and tiny steps, the heavily overweight young woman had swung one leg past the other, swinging her fat-covered arms back and forth to keep her balance. Amy's upper body, seen from behind, had only been that of a somewhat plump woman. A slender neck, cute little rolls under her armpits and down her back and a funny wagging ponytail that Greg found extra sexy. The pillows on her upper arms were quite ample and overlapped her elbows as she wobbled around as she walked, but nothing else about the sight would have suggested what Greg estimated with an expert's eye to be a good 550lbs of live weight. Below Amy's narrow waist, of course, her body really took off. Her hips and ass were so wide that the young woman seemed almost wider than she was tall and with every step her ass cheeks, as big as beach balls, rose and fell in turn, while the stacks of fat rolls on the sides wobbled merrily along. Everything was completely covered in heavy cellulite and the dimples were clearly visible in the fabric of the tight leggings. Greg had gazed dreamily at this rhythmically waddling ass and wondered how it was possible to eat oneself almost immobile at such a young age. Then Amy had turned around to look at him again. This had been followed by the usual sheepish grin from both of them and Amy had continued on her way. Greg could have sworn that Amy's tail had swung out a little further as she walked and she had tried to emphasize her divine hip swing a little more. Had she really wanted to put on a show for him? This woman was simply a dream that was too beautiful to be true, the young man had mused as he had been captivated by that departing ass. In any case, he knew what he would think about intensely when he got home.
After several days of chatting back and forth and another few but unfortunately far too brief encounters at Starbucks, Greg and Amy had finally arranged to meet for dinner again for their second date, this time at a good Italian restaurant. The young man had arrived a little earlier than planned and had casually waited outside the restaurant. This had been his good fortune, as he realized immediately afterwards when a cab turned the corner. A panting Amy had then tried to heave herself out of the rear passenger door. Greg had watched this spectacle with his mouth open and his trousers immediately getting tighter. After she had paid, the door of the cab had opened and the immensely fat woman had tried to peel herself out of the vehicle. Her hips covered almost the entire back seat and she couldn't manage to lift herself out of the car. For this date she had chosen an airy and rather skimpy light green summer dress and, as a few times before, Greg was highly surprised by the choice of very revealing clothes and the courage of the otherwise shy-looking woman to show off all her fat pads so bluntly. In fact, Greg's eyes had almost popped out of his head at that moment when all the rolls and bags of fat on Amy's tree-trunk legs had hung out from under the hem of her dress. That piece was just impossibly tight and Greg couldn't for the life of him figure out how Amy came to wear something like that. Almost any woman, even if she only had a few extra pounds on her ribs, would never have even considered showing herself so provocatively.
After regaining his composure, Greg had rushed to the rescue of the helpless, embarrassed, gasping Amy. After gratefully grasping his hand with hers, she had finally managed to move ponderously, clumsily and awkwardly sideways out of the cab. It would never have worked any other way, because Amy's hips were about twice as wide as the door of the car. Greg had watched in fascination as these enormous buttocks had freed themselves from their prison. Of course, every woman of this weight probably had problems walking and doing everyday things, not to mention getting in and out of cars, but with this unusual concentration of fat on Amy's lower body, she had even more obstacles in her way than other ladies of this size. Now she was finally standing there, in her wonderful summer dress and a handbag over her shoulder. Panting a little, but smiling happily and looking expectantly at Greg. Her dress was so tight that it looked like it had been painted on, it was skin-tight. Her full breasts and every dimple, curve and fold of her belly were clearly visible. However, Greg had become dizzy when his gaze had lowered and even when Amy had tugged the hem of the dress as it was apparently meant to be, it had only reached just above her knees. It had been incredibly lascivious and provocative, the way all the white flesh of her cellulite-covered thighs had pushed against each other. Amy's legs had been a feast for the eyes and incredibly sexy. Greg had imagined how incredibly soft those flabby thighs must be.
"Shall we go in?" Amy asked with a smile and Greg immediately looked up into her pretty face and cleared his throat.
"Yes, of course." He had pointed to the entrance with his hand to let her go first like a gentleman. In passing, he had been pleased to be able to admire Amy's huge buttocks swaying back and forth. The young man had seriously wondered how many books or bottles could have been placed on the derriere of his companion as she waddled to the restaurant.
The date itself had been even better than the first and they had had another wonderful conversation. Greg had been glad that, despite all the wonderfully pale and only slightly tanned skin Amy had so openly shown, he had still been able to maintain a nice, interesting conversation. He had also been quite amazed by the portions that the fat pear had ordered and then eaten. This woman had simply been an incredible sight, shoving forkful after forkful of pasta into her sweet mouth, looking as cute and innocent as could be, while her colossal hips and ass had hung off the chair towards the floor.
By the time they'd reached dessert and Amy had been in the process of squeezing a sumptuous sundae into her already bulging belly, their conversation had turned to Amy's work as a writer. She had told Greg about her work for a plus-size magazine for which she wrote all kinds of recommendations, articles and descriptions.
"Have you ever thought about modeling for that magazine? I mean with your figure, that would be amazing," Greg had asked and Amy had blushed a little and looked down into her ice cream dish. She had slid around a bit in her chair, which had made her titanic ass cheeks behind her and the very far hanging hips in the tight dress wobble slightly. Probably everyone present in the restaurant had stared at the extremely fat woman throughout the evening, more or less obviously, either fascinated or shocked. For the umpteenth time, Greg had wondered how such a style of dress with such a body could be reconciled with Amy's shy personality, but what did he care? He had simply enjoyed every aspect of this woman to the full.
"Well... I've actually done that. Back when I was 18, I started doing it alongside my writing to earn some extra money. But there was a lot less to me then than there is now," she had said with a giggle, leaning back as far as her huge bottom would allow and rubbing a hand over her overflowing belly. Then she had looked up and glanced intently at Greg.
"That must have looked great, you in those clothes," he had said appreciatively.
Amy had then bitten her lower lip slightly and continued to look at him impassively.
"I thought so too and...it was mostly underwear and swimwear," she had added and a blush had risen on Greg's face. She had leaned forward again to take another spoonful of ice cream and had said: "I miss posing and showing off a bit too, I must confess, but I had to stop."
"Why is that?"
"Well, I got too fat for them," Amy had replied, smirking as she shrugged her slim but fleshy, soft shoulders. "Sounds completely stupid, I know, but at some point I ran out of clothes that would still fit me and besides... well, whether it's men or women, even with plus sizes there's a limit beyond which you're simply no longer considered attractive," she said a little sadly and licked the cream off her spoon. Greg had noticed the tongue piercing that his counterpart was wearing for the first time, but he hadn't said anything about it, the actual topic had been far too interesting and exciting.
"'Unattractive'?" he had repeated with disdain, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"A magazine for plus-size female clothing should be ashamed of itself. That makes no sense at all. How can you get too fat to advertise something like that. You look fantastic, simply stunning. Every magazine or agency should hire you directly as a model."
Amy had blushed then and had shown cute dimples when she smiled. Her emerald green eyes had then focused on Greg's face again.
"Thanks Greg, that's really sweet of you. Maybe if I ever manage to lose some weight I can start again."
Greg had shaken his head and raised his eyebrows. Then he had taken a sip of his beer and said: "Of course you should do what you feel good about, but I think you're perfect like this. As far as I'm concerned, you wouldn't have to lose an ounce and anyone who doesn't think you're wonderful like this doesn't deserve you."
Amy seemed to have been hoping for exactly this answer, but she had wanted to test him a little further. Despite her generally very pronounced self-confidence with regard to her overweight luxury body, she was always hard to convince that a person in her personal environment was honestly taken with her overflowing curves.
"Thank you for saying that, but don't you really think it's a bit to much? And I mean I need help with so many things, like with the cab earlier, and walking is getting pretty difficult." At this, the fat pear had leaned back again and patted her sprawling hips with her small, plump hands, which had made everything about her shake like jelly. She had clearly wanted to tease him so that she could watch his reaction.
Greg had pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders. "As I said, you need to feel comfortable, but visually you're a gorgeous sight."
Amy had blushed even more at this answer but was also visibly pleased that he didn't seem to have a problem with her body at all. That should have been clear to her on their second date, but she was very hesitant about it and there was still some residual doubt, that was just the way she was wired.
There had been silence for a while after that while Greg drank his beer and Amy finished her sundae. Finally, she had been the first to speak again.
"You know... there was some lingerie in the pictures I took back then." She had looked at him again with that look that meant something like: I wonder if he's a real fat lover and likes that sort of thing too.
Greg had been more than into it and sucked in his breath sharply at the words. The thought immediately made his pants tight again.
"Wow, that must have looked stunning."
However, he hadn't dared to go any further into this juicy topic. So the second date had come to an end and they had both said a heartfelt goodbye before Greg had helped his date into the cab he had ordered for her. At home, he had immediately searched for the magazine on the Internet and after a short time, he had found the photos of Amy.
"Wow," was all he had said. In the pictures, an even younger, sexy, light blonde woman had held her at least 300lbs lighter, but still beautiful body up to the camera, wearing different clothes and changing poses. When Greg had finally arrived at the lingerie and had seen this beauty with the big ass lolling around in sexy lingerie, it had been time to take a hand at himself.
Finally the third date had come, at another Italian restaurant that was at least as good. While they had been eating and talking, Greg had repeated several times how great he thought Amy was and how fascinated he was by her curves. Slowly she seemed to be satisfied with these statements and had simply enjoyed the meeting. To prove his love of fat to her and to emphasize his absolute acceptance of her body, Greg had even managed to persuade his date to have dessert, which she hadn't originally ordered.
The subsequent walk to his apartment building, climbing the stairs and finally squeezing through his front door had been a real celebration for Greg. He had honestly felt sorry for how hard the fat girl had strained herself during all of this, but it had been a damn sexy sight nonetheless.
Now Amy was sitting exhausted on his couch and her ass was spreading like rising dough over the entire seat. By the time all her fat had pooled as she sat down, Amy's denim shorts had almost completely disappeared between all the rolls and folds.
"So, here we are. My humble home," Greg said with a laugh and gestured around the room.
"Oh, it's nice. A little cramped, maybe," Amy admitted, having regained her breath and they both laughed. "Thank you for inviting me to your house. You know... I'm always pretty insecure about dating. I can never imagine that someone who seems interested in me is really interested in all of THAT," she added, placing her hands on her hips. If Amy had stretched her flabby arms as far as she could have, she wouldn't have been able to reach the fringes of her fat pads, Greg realized with growing excitement. Unbelievable that someone of Amy's height, weight and figure could still walk at all.
"Hey, I have to thank YOU for wanting to come with me. And I'm telling you, I'm definitely interested in all of that," he said, letting his eyes wander over the masses of white flesh that Amy called her thighs. Greg froze briefly as he realized what he had just said, but then he thought about Amy's looks, her questions and her provocative style of dress. Perhaps it was better to show his dominant side a little more openly and take a more direct approach. One look up at Amy's face was enough to let him know that he would hit the bull's eye with this, or had already hit the nail on the head. Amy looked up at him with sparkling eyes and nibbled lightly on her lower lip. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed and she had her hands folded in her fat lap, a huge contrast to the otherwise ample display of bare skin in her shorts and tank top.
"I'll go and get you something to drink first. It's probably still a bit warm for coffee, but that always works, doesn't it? Or would you prefer some water?"
"Do you have anything flavored? Any lemonade or something?" she asked, looking at him impassively. Amy's green eyes were simply mesmerizing.
"Sure, I'll get it for you right away," Greg replied, blown away by the fact that such a mountain of a woman wanted something with sugar again after such a sumptuous meal. No wonder Amy was almost unable to walk and her ass was almost bursting her shorts or the fat of her calves was already slightly overrunning her little feet.
Greg quickly hurried out of the living room and took a bottle of Coke from the fridge. As he was about to return with the bottle and two glasses, he paused again. He could probably do better than that, after all Amy was an absolute dream woman. He quickly fetched ice cubes from the freezer compartment of his fridge and poured them into the glasses. Too bad he didn't have any lemons to add slices to the cubes, but it would be fine. As he refilled the empty form with water and put it back in the freezer, he heard muffled groans and the creaking of his couch from the living room. Amy seemed to have gotten up. Maybe she wanted to have a look around his apartment. When he stepped back into the living room with the glasses full of ice cubes and the bottle of Coke in his arms, he froze instantly. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. He almost dropped everything he was carrying.
Amy, this beautiful, fantastically fat, insanely broad, incredibly feminine young goddess was standing completely naked in the middle of Greg's living room. Although that wasn't entirely correct, because the blonde was still wearing her white socks. It was probably not possible to take them off quickly with her stunning legs and fat belly. In any case, Greg hardly noticed and walked slowly towards the phenomenon in front of him. He carefully placed the glasses and bottle on the living room table without taking his eyes off Amy's overflowing beauty for a second. It just had to be a dream or the plot of one of his favorite porn movies. The young, fat-loving man could hardly believe the luck he had just had.
"Oh my God," he breathed.
Amy stood there, her hands in a cute position behind her back, with the fat woman practically having to rest them on her derriere because she couldn't reach that far behind herself, her ass was sticking out too far. Amy's beautiful breasts swayed back and forth like full, thick drops, her nipples already erect and hard. Positioned further apart than three ordinary women, the blonde's hips spread out to the sides. Endless rolls of pudding-soft fat hung down all sides of her colossal legs which she rubbed lightly together, apparently quite aroused. Greg let his gaze wander over this wonderful work of art, which had been created with endless calories and immense gluttony as well as non-stop stuffing. Over the sluggish, stretchy belly that almost completely covered Amy's crotch, the knees buried under countless rolls of fat, the simply insanely wide hips and, last but not least, over the young woman's pussy. It was also well decorated with fat and the fat pads on the inside of her thighs were pushed to the side so that nothing of her sweet vagina could actually be seen.
"Do you like me?" she asked with a shy smile and turned around once. This gave Greg a wonderful view of the cute rolls of fat on her back and what was probably the biggest bottom the world had ever seen.
"You look like a dream. You are... wow. I'm... speechless. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met."
Amy smiled contentedly and bit her lower lip lasciviously again as she put her hands on her overflowing hips.
"I think you're really cute, you know that? And I told you that I always find it hard to believe that someone I go out with thinks I'm really hot. I mean, after our third date, I was pretty sure you were serious. So by now at the latest..." and she looked down past her full breasts and well-filled, flabby paunch. "Should be clear whether you like it or not. I figured we could just get down to business, right? Well, if that's what you really want," she continued with a mixture of uncertainty and desire. Greg was now standing in front of her and she looked up at him with her emerald green eyes.
"You're just awesome Amy, I want nothing more than you."
"Very well, let's go and see if that's true," she replied and licked her lips, making her piercing flash. Then she stepped very close to Greg and pressed her fat against her body. Without further hesitation, he reached into her swelling rolls of fat, which were wonderfully pale almost everywhere. Amy moaned eagerly and full of arousal and fiddled frantically with his pants. Meanwhile, Greg's hands slid over her incredible hips and then up to her soft, voluminous tits and then to her face. He gently grabbed her by the discreet double chin and kissed her passionately, which she immediately reciprocated using her nimble tongue. Then he quickly took off his shirt while she finally got his pants and boxers down.
"Mmmh, that's how I like it. I want to be yours. Take me!" she demanded and grabbed his big, hard cock, which immediately sprang towards her.
Greg took her by the hand and led Amy to his bedroom. It was the only room in his apartment with a large double door, through which the fat woman could easily move her monstrous proportions. As they stood in front of the bed, the fat woman didn't waste a second and Greg instinctively knew what was going on. His bed was very large, king size, but not particularly high. Still, he had to grab the overflowing rolls of fat on Amy's leg and give it a good push to help her hoist it onto the sheets. Once that was done, Amy rolled further onto the bed and managed to pull her second leg up. Greg marveled at how the blonde's rolls of fat immediately expanded on the bed and changed shape as she moved. As she lay there, she covered two thirds of the mattress.
Amy got onto all fours, panting and moaning, and aligned her buttocks with to the man behind her. Her belly and breasts hung heavily on the bed, while the ample fat of her upper arms sagged downwards. Greg, who was standing in front of this gorgeous woman's ass, which was beyond all dimensions, stepped closer and pressed his body and hard cock against Amy's fat.
"Please, please take me Greg! I need your cock inside me, please!" she begged, excited to the extreme. The man grabbed both sides of her colossal fat ass, which her owner swayed back and forth seductively, making everything about her ripple. She also pressed her gigantic fat rear end directly towards him. When he stretched his arms out completely, Greg could barely reach the outer edges to the left and right of Amy's bottom with his fingertips. It was simply unbelievably hot and all he could see of Amy, apart from her wiggling buttocks, was a little of her back, the back of her head with her cute ponytail and of course her fat lower legs and tiny-looking feet, on which her gigantic ass cheeks hung down. However, he got to grab more than enough rolls of fat and gripped hard, making the woman in front of him moan again. Then he finally thrust his cock between the overflowing fat in front of him. He was perfectly built for women like this, reaching her dripping wet, hot vagina as he pressed himself as tightly as he could into Amy's fat pad. When his hard penis finally penetrated Amy, she let out a stifled scream followed by a heavy moan. Greg began to take her from behind as hard and firmly as he could and watched as the mass of ass rhythmically swayed back and forth to his thrusts. Again and again he rammed his member as deep as he could into her fat-covered vagina, eliciting loud, lustful moans from her owner. At some point he grabbed her ponytail and pulled it a little, causing Amy to scream with lust, claw into the blanket and bend her back further. This caused him to penetrate her a little deeper and after just a few more thrusts an overwhelming, fantastic orgasm exploded in Amy's brain and her insides contracted around her lover's hard, perfectly formed cock. A prolonged scream dripping with pleasure, which ended in a moan, escaped from the young woman. She slumped forward onto the comforter and lay there, breathing heavily. Greg was extremely satisfied with the orgasm he had just given this beauty and was surprised that he had not yet cum himself, given the wet dream he was experiencing in reality.
Amy had regained her composure and crawled forward a little, allowing his still rock-hard cock to slide out of her. With extreme difficulty, slowly and with her backside swaying back and forth, she turned her bloated body and now knelt in front of Greg.
"That was incredible. Your cock is just perfect for me," she moaned and took hold of the piece in question. Then she started to give him a blowjob, and a damn good one at that. The pierced tongue did its job with flying colors and the young woman sucked greedily on his long cock, which she was also able to swallow almost whole. Amy seemed to be a real pro, Greg thought shortly before he orgasmed with an overjoyed moan and cummed in the fat woman's mouth. Amy swallowed his semen and sucked on his penis just as greedily as she had blown him before. Full of lust and desire, those beautiful green eyes looked up at him.
