It was late. It was cold. We had coats on. She had kept hers on all night at the club I was playing at.
She touched me. I liked her. We were lonely. We went home when the show was over. Took the subway. It was nice to sit next to her.
When she took off her clothes, I saw all her fat. It still turns me on to think of it.
She must have been only 24 but she had a swollen, fatty belly that folded over and hung down.
I shut off the lights and got in bed with her. Both naked. At first I couldn't touch her. That fat belly and flabby body and sweet face lying right next to me, electric. I did not want to have an orgasm. I wanted to savor my first real fat girl.
Finally we kissed, and it was on.
It turns you on when a woman wants you, wants your strength, your youth, your power, your shoulders and, eventually, your cock. I was volcanically aroused, in heaven. No worries about the ol' boy playing games, deflating before you got the condom on, any of that.
I wanted her fat pussy. I'd had the skinny dancers, students, actresses. I wanted the bloated, the flabby, the lazy, the beautiful. Never found the right situation. I don't go home with just anyone. Tonight was the night.
I fucked her three times that night. I just couldn't get enough. Her fat belly underneath me made me super hard, I wanted this blubberpot like food. I kissed her, I inhaled her, I wondered what her story was. Thin til college? Always plump? Everyone treat you all right? Into the kink side? Now was not the time.
K, years later, asked me to call her a "fat fox." She was my SSBBW girlfriend. She was a huge young woman with blobs of hanging, attractive fat hanging off her like flesh popsicles.
But for now, wow, this was the stuff.
I was hooked, boys and girls. Wasn't it H who said "Once you go fat, you never go back?"