“Daddy,” said Lo one morning as I was tying my tie and just about ready to leave for work.
“Yes?”
“Am I free this Friday?”
“Lo, you are always free. Free and easy.”
“I mean, do we have any plans?”
“Not that I know of. Why?”
“I have an admirer.”
“You have many admirers, Lo, and I’m your biggest admirer.”
“Depends on your metric for size,” she said.
“What does that mean?”
“You know that I’ve had bigger, right?”
“I wasn’t speaking of my anatomy,” I said. “I have to go.”
“But Daddy,” she pouted, “I didn’t tell you about Friday yet.”
“Out with it.”
“So bossy. I like it. Rrrrrrrrrr.” She rolled her ‘R’ with her tongue to make a revving sound.
“What is Friday?”
“Well, it seems that your story, ‘A Linguistically Mysterious Voyage into the Unknown’ got the attention of one of my fans.”
“Probably many fans.”
“And this particular fan wants to take me out.”
“On a date?”
“Yes, on a date.”
“Did you vet him first?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“Well, he’s not exactly my type.”
“Lo, everyone who is into you is your type.”
“That’s just what I mean.”
“What?”
“I’m not sure he can get into me.”
“I’m sorry, you lost me.”
“He is morbidly obese and, to make matters worse, he has a tiny penis.”
“You really performed quite the thorough vetting process.”
“Proper research is a must.”
“But you still want to go out with him?”
“He read that story and he said that he has a fetish for feedies.”
“Oh, he’s a chubby chaser.”
“He read about you calling me fat.”
“Is that ‘phat’ with a ‘p-h’ or ‘fat’ with an ‘f’?”
“I don’t know. You wrote it.”
“Just checking.”
“Anyhow, he said he would simply like to get dinner and a movie.”
“He wants to see you eat?”
“Apparently.”
“And how do you feel about it?”
“You know me.”
“Biblically. But I’m afraid I don’t know what that means in this context.”
“I’m a ‘trysexual.’ I’ll try anything at least once.”
“So you are willing to indulge this guy’s fetish for feeding you?”
“It’s rare I meet a kink I don’t like.”
“Well, suit yourself then. Just be safe.”
“OK. Love you!”
“What are you going to do now?”
“Pet the cat.”
“We don’t have a cat.”
“You know what I mean. Pet. The. Cat,” she said as she patted her pussy with her right hand.
“And then what?”
“Feed the kitty.”
“Feed the kitty?”
She grabbed the double-ended dildo out from her nightstand drawer.
Lo and her Toys
“Oh,” I said, comprehending. “No work today?”
“I have a Zoom meeting in fifteen minutes?”
“Do you have enough time before the meeting to both pet the cat and feed the kitty?”
“Who said I have to get all that done before the meeting?”
“You’re certainly not going to do it during the meeting?”
“Oh, Daddy! You have such stodgy standards.”
“Well, just don’t become the next female Jeffry Toobin.”
As I was putting on my shoes, I saw her put on a white, business-attire blouse over her bare breasts. Her breasts could be seen swinging from side-to-side as she moved. She grabbed her suction-cup dildo and affixed it to the work chair she had in her special home work station, and she slid her naked bottom down onto the dildo while setting up her computer for the Zoom meeting.
“Have a good day at work,” she said over her shoulder.
“Enjoy your meeting,” I replied, closing the door behind me.
Lo looked forward to Friday with much anticipation. Her chub-chaser admirer, whom we shall call Mr. Biggs, was quite the control freak. With each passing day he gave Lo ever greater detailed instructions for how she should dress and prepare for their meeting.
All week long, Lola was popping out to the shops to buy this skirt, that top, these heels, those panties, etc. Each day when she received a different instruction, description of an item, or photo of specific piece, she’d tell or show me, then she’d go on her scavenger hunt to find said object, bring it home, and try it on for me. I can’t say that I found any of this objectionable, except that she was taking orders from another man.
Each night she would fantasize about her date while riding me. She’d articulate out loud her vivid imagining of how it would go. I’ll elide over these various fantasies since frequently I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer than, “Then we’d sit down to dinner. . .” before I’d explode inside her and she would have to resort to her Hitachi and her silent imagination to bring herself to a not so silent orgasm.
Finally the Friday date night arrived and Lola put on exactly what Mr. Biggs had ordered – black, patent leather strappy heels, nylon stockings, a short black leather skirt, a white, transparent top, no bra, and a short black leather jacket. She spent a good amount of time blowing out her silky, shiny black hair, doing her makeup and making sure her manicure and pedicure were perfect. I was somewhat suspicious of all this preparation. I mean, she was doing this date as a sort of whimsical frolic – to be another man’s feedie for a night. But Lo took her role seriously and, no matter the paramour, she aimed to impress. Was she trying to impress her date, those in the restaurant, or to make me jealous? She was probably going for all three and I had no doubt she’d succeed.
Lola’s Date Night Outfit, A.I.
Mr. Biggs also aimed to impress. He spared no expense on his date. He chose one of the finest restaurants in town – one which had a commanding view of the city’s skyline. A perk of remaining anonymous as a writer is that when Lo goes on these dates, I am able to keep tabs on her by sitting at the bar without concern that her part-time lover will suspect anything since there is no way I could be recognized as the man on whom Lo is cheating.
I went up the elevator up to the restaurant on the 29th floor first and I walked into the full, but oddly quiet, even staid establishment and took a seat at the bar. This was an expensive, fancy restaurant where people spoke quietly and politely. Most of the patrons were over fifty, dressed formally, and not one of them looked like they were having a good time. It seemed more of a duty or a chore to go through the motions of eating dinner than having a fun night out with one’s partner, or paramour, however the case may be.
I was situated on a stool at the corner of the bar, the better to see wherever my Lo and her date were seated. I looked around the room and didn’t see Mr. Biggs, whom I would have recognized from his photos that Lo insisted he send prior to agreeing to the date. He was at least 300 pounds and there was no way he would have simply blended in with the crowd if he was already in the restaurant. I became worried however, because none of the tables for two were empty or had the little “reserved” card on them. Where would they sit? Would I be able to see them? I saw the elevator doors open and Lola walk up to the hostess, telling her the name for the reservation.
The hostess walked Lola over to a four-top and seated her, saying the rest of her party should be there soon. Lola looked very much out of place in this stuffy dining room with its fancy China and white linen tablecloths. Her black leather skirt and matching leather jacket, contrasting with her see-through white t-shirt (no bra), caused her to look like she had walked in from a Harley Davidson biker gang. I was actually afraid the hostess would turn her away due to the dress code of the joint. But she didn’t.
Lola sat alone at the table for four. She was facing me and gave me a little, discrete wink. I think she was just as confused by the table for four as I was.
Then, all of a sudden, a man shaped like a boulder entered the room. He was one of the largest humans I had ever set eyes on! He was dressed nicely – it must have been custom-made clothes – in black pants, a white pressed shirt, and a small blue and pink bow tie. He wore no jacket over the shirt. His waste line must have been 60 inches, at least! He was probably just under six feet tall, with unusually small feet, at least compared with the size of the rest of him. He looked down at Lola and smiled, politely. From across the room, I could see that he was sweating on the brow of his bald head. He sat down. Now I understood why Lola was seated at a table for four. He took up nearly the entire side of the table. He had to move the second chair to the side in order to fit awkwardly. I thought to myself, how does this guy ever fly on an airplane? Or any public transport for that matter? There is not a chair large enough for him! As it was, I was worried about the structural integrity of the chair he was currently occupying.
A waitress came by and, after a word with Mr. Biggs, she removed the two extra place settings. She then brought over a bottle of champagne. At least the guy did his homework and knew Lo’s beverage of choice. They clinked glasses. Lola smiled coquettishly at him. They opened their menus and a brief discussion ensued before he ordered for the two of them. Lola seemed charmed by him. Or, at least, she was laying on the charm – smiling seductively with a twinkle in her eye. She must have found him to be endearing or else she wouldn’t be trying to hard to impress him.
From my vantage point, I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the words hardly mattered. All the communication was exchanged between glances. Lo allowed her leather jacket to flap open, revealing her hard nipples through the thin, transparent fabric of her blouse.
Lo, flaunting it. A.I.
The first course was served. It was a creamy, thick soup. It was only served to Lo. Mr. Biggs sipped his champagne and intently watched Lo eat. She brought the spoon up to her lips and daintily downed the soup. She could see how enticed Mr. Biggs was by her polite performance and she relished in pushing the envelope. She took a spoonful of soup and then, after eating it, she licked the spoon with her tongue very erotically. Mr. Biggs’ eyes opened wide. I do believe he was salivating at the sight. I had to remind myself, he’s a feeder. This is porn to him.
The next course came. It was arancini balls, with a drizzle of cheese sauce on top.
I didn’t have to hear Lo to be able to read her lovely, lush, red lips saying, “Mmmmm, I love balls.”
Mr. Biggs watched as Lo slowly, indulgently took a bite of each ball from between her index finger and thumb as she used her hands to eat them. Lo seemed to enjoy putting on the performance.
The third course was the main course – a beautifully creamy beurre blanc sauce over a filet of sole. I could see by the look on Lo’s face that she was beginning to feel full. But, nevertheless, she self-sacrificed for her friend’s food fetish fantasy. Lola ate slowly, “accidentally” (on purpose) dripping a little of the white sauce on her chin. She had Mr. Biggs eating out of the palm of her hand, even though she was the one doing the eating and mesmerizing him in the process.
She tried to make some small-talk, but he was too enraptured by her ingestion too converse. Lo gave up on the conversation and continued to seduce by taking satisfaction in the sole.
Mr. Biggs’ abstention from partaking in the meal and his careful observation of Lola didn’t go without notice by the other patrons and the waitress, but that didn’t impinge upon his or Lola’s delight in the scenario.
Lo cleaned her plate, as she felt was the expectation. This provided a brief interlude before dessert for her to get to know her dinner companion a little better.
“Tell me about you,” said Lo.
“What would you like to know?”
“Well, single, dating, married?”
“Married.”
“Oh, does Mrs. Biggs know you’re on a date with me?”
He chuckled and said, “Absolutely not!”
“Why not? We’re just having dinner together. How’s the sex-life?”
“Nonexistent,” he said with a frown.
“Oh no! Why?”
“Look at me.”
That comment broke Lo’s compassionate heart.
“I’m diabetic, I have high-blood pressure, my circulation is terrible, and, if you haven’t noticed, I’m morbidly obese.”
Lo wanted to say, “And why don’t you have sex?” but she refrained.
“Also,” he continued, “she just gave birth – our first baby – and she’s exhausted, stressed, and has zero libido now.”
“Well, at least you did it once,” said Lo, lighting up.
“It was artificial insemination.”
“No!” The exclamation escaped Lo’s lips before she knew what she was saying.
“Yes,” he said. “We just aren’t, well, physically compatible. I’m over three-hundred pounds and she’s a petite buck-ten.”
“There has to be a way.”
“Nope. I mean, there was when we first got together. But then when we wanted to get pregnant, over a year ago, I was already too large for her. So we got professional help and, actually, that’s how I found you.”
“How’s that?” asked Lo, lighting up now that the topic of conversation had turned towards her.
“I was doing some research on-line about the process and I came across your story, ‘The Master,’ I think it was called.”
“Yeah,” said Lo. “You came across it?” she asked for clarification.
“Not in that sense. Well, I mean, later in that sense.”
“Good,” said Lo.
“But I found that story and then I found you and I was like, ‘Wow! She’s hot!’ And then I saw a post about, what was it? – ‘A Wet Workout and a Wank.’ Was that it?”
“Maybe.”
“Yeah, and you were so sexy in that photo that I knew I had to contact you!”
“I see.”
Just then the waitress brought the dessert for Lola. But it was also the dessert for Mr. Biggs’ eyes. They were beaming at the melted chocolate lava cake à la mode that the waitress set between the two of them with two spoons.
“Aren’t you going to have some?” asked Lo, pouting cutely. She asked not only out of concern for her date, who hadn’t eaten a thing all night, but also because she was beyond full. She couldn’t imagine eating that entire portion herself!
“Oh no,” he said, “watching you eat is pleasure enough for me.”
Lola wanted this culinary cumfest to be as hot as possible. She excused herself and went to the bathroom where she removed her t-shirt and returned with only her leather jacket on, unzipped, so that when she moved in just the right way, you could catch a glimpse of her naked breasts.
Flash and feed.
She sat back down at the table, moving in just the right way for Mr. Biggs.
She dug into the lava cake with her spoon and seductively licked the chocolate off of it. Accidentally, a little of the chocolate lava dripped on her chin. She went to wipe it off, but he said, “Please – that looks so good.” Her hand holding the napkin froze midway to her mouth. She realized that this turned Mr. Biggs on like nothing so far. Lola put her napkin back on her lap and picked up the spoon. Slowly, keenly spying Mr. Biggs’ reaction, Lola descended the spoon into the soft cake. She got a little cake, a little lava, and a little vanilla ice cream on the spoon and raised it to her open mouth where her tongue was prominently placed to receive the helping. But, at the very last moment as her hand made its slow-motion trajectory toward her parted lips, she diverted the delivery and smeared a large splotch of the sloppy serving around her lips.
Mr. Biggs’ eyes nearly popped right out of his face. Lola repeated the performance, this time getting it on her chin.
Soon she sat with a goatee of chocolate and vanilla dripping down her neck.
The waitress came over and asked if everything was ok. Lola looked up at her and smiled, saying, “Just fine.” She caught the waitress gazing down at Lo’s bare chest.
Mr. Biggs, looking to prolong Lola’s humiliation, politely asked for a cup of tea. Neither Lo nor Mr. Biggs acknowledged the obvious – Lo’s messy mug. The waitress was confused. Soon other patrons in the restaurant were staring. Lo, aware that this was a performance that pleased her paramour, played along, smiling back seductively at the guests who were embarrassed on her behalf.
She continued to smear cake on her face as Mr. Biggs sipped his tea patiently. Soon it was spread from ear-to-ear. Mr. Biggs could take no more. He asked for the check. He paid and soon the two of them were in the elevator going down.
Lo still wore her dessert on her face and Mr. Biggs said, “May I kiss you?” once the doors of the elevator shut.
“Yes.”
He didn’t so much kiss Lo as greedily lick what he could from her face. He was in an ecstasy of culinary concupiscent rapture. As he kissed her face, Lo reached down, under his substantial stomach, and grabbed his crotch. To her amazement, she felt nothing. She recalled his comment about high blood pressure. The elevators arrived at the lobby and the two of them got out. Both of them had chocolate on their faces now. They walked through the crowded arcade of shops and restaurants on the ground level until they were in the parking garage. It was an empty garage and Lola could spot Mr. Biggs’ car right away. It was the SUV parked in the handicapped spot to the right of the doors. He clicked the remote and it lit up. Lola stepped up onto the elevated footstep and hoisted herself in. Mr. Biggs got into the driver’s side and turned to Lo. He was breathing heavily. He continued to kiss her face.
She pulled back. “You said dinner and a movie. What movie?”
“Well, we can’t go to my house. My wife is there. And I would like to go to a movie with you, but I also want so much more.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I would love a blowjob. I haven’t had one in ages.”
Lo unzipped his fly and pulled out the little pud that she found hidden in there. How could this outsized giant have such a below average cock?
“Do you mind if I watch a movie?” he asked.
Lo’s lips were already wrapped around his pud. She didn’t reply. He took out his phone. He began watching all sorts of BBW (Big Beautiful Women) and SSBBW (Super Sized Big Beautiful Women) porn. Lo’s thick mane was between Mr. Biggs’ legs as he held his phone on the steering wheel and watched the porn in the largely vacant parking garage. Every once in a while Lo would come up for air, look at the porn, give him a kiss, and then go back down for more.
This continued for quite a while, until, in fact, Lo’s jaw began to get tired. And then Lo began to get tired. She had had a full bottle of champagne all to herself at dinner. Gradually, Lo’s sucking and bobbing slowed until she was merely lying in Mr. Biggs’ lap, reduced to nothing but a cock-warmer as he continued to gluttonously engorge on porn of large women.
Lo had no idea how much time elapsed as she was snoozing in Mr. Biggs’ lap, but the next thing she remembers was feeling his large hands in her hair, gently pushing her face down on his diminutive dick as his hips pushed up. Up-and-down, in-and-out, he was manipulating her to face-fuck his cock. Perhaps he found just the right video to engage his libidinous desires. Perhaps he needed to cum and wanted to bring the night to its ultimate conclusion. Maybe he found her unconsciously covering his cock to be a real turn-on. Who knows? Lo was roused from her slumbers and, though surprised at first, she eventually engaged enthusiastically in the effort until, with much wheezing, quick thrusts, and a few grunts, Mr. Biggs unloaded into Lo’s mouth as she lapped up every stray drop from his small pud.
Lo sat up, her hair disheveled, her mouth dripping with cum and her face covered still in drying chocolate, and she looked at Mr. Biggs. He did not look well. He pulled out an inhaler and took a few quick puffs. He was perspiring. Lo actually asked if she should call for help. He assured her he would be ok.
When he finally caught his breath he looked at the clock and said, “Thanks Lo, but I have to be going. Will we see each other again?”
“I had a good time. When would you like to get together?”
Lo actually had no intention of seeing him again, but she is always polite.
“Halloween is coming up in two weeks and I have an invite to a very special party. Perhaps then?”
“Sure,” said Lo as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She popped out of the car and pulled out her phone, texting me. She knew I wasn’t far. I told her where I was and soon she was in the car with me and she relayed the blow-by-blow to me as we drove home.
Lola was receiving detailed instructions from her paramour who grew more perverted by the pound. The special Halloween party, he informed Lo, was to be for kinksters only. All invitees were expected to arrive in an outfit that would be outlandish and sexy at the same time.
Perhaps this does not come as such a great surprise, but Mr. Biggs, in addition to being a chub chaser, was also a total nerd who had a thing for Star Wars. As a result, the costume he had fixated on for him and Lo was Jabba the Hutt and Princess Leia respectively. But there would be an interesting twist on the costume. Instead of it being a pairing of ginormously fat and rail thin, it was ginormously fat and Lo, in the sex slave outfit, proudly parading her prominently rounded rolls.
Lola was worried about this since she was self-conscious of the weight she had gained in the past couple of years.
“Lo,” I said, reassuringly, “you are gorgeous.”
“But. . .”
“No but. I mean, beautiful butt! Beautiful big butt – I cannot lie. Besides, beauty, sex-appeal, the feminine mystique, it’s all about the mind, attitude, confidence, and persona anyway.”
“Slut is a state of mind.”
“Exactly! I mean, just look at our friend, what’s-her-name.”
“Oh, funloving BBW?”
Funloving BB@
“Yeah, her. By conventional standards. . .”
“Conventional standards of beauty constructed by men,” Lo interrupted.
“That’s what I was about to say. By conventional standards she would not be beautiful.”
“Beauty is such a malleable thing. I mean she might be just what Rubens considered the ideal of femininity.”
“Of course, but I’m not talking about Rubens. I’m talking about Hugh Hefner, Bob Guccione, Larry Flynt.”
“They defined beauty for a few generations.”
“But look at what’s happening now,” I said, “with content creators like Faye Daniels, Dirty Little Diva Nicole, Chelle Silverstein, and even people like our friends, Samantha Massie, Sara Anne, Jennifer Kincade, and Karla Mott Nowak – they’re all so beautiful in their own ways and people appreciate that today.”
She gave me a sidelong look, revealing her jealousy. She can sometimes behave just like Tinkerbell with that razor edge of possessiveness. I knew I was in trouble.
“I mean, no one compares to you, of course.”
Funloving BBW
Believe
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Moo
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Faye Daniels
Faye Daniels
Faye Daniles
Faye Daniels
Faye Daniels
The glamorous Faye Daniels in Rose Shaped Sunglasses
Faye Daniels and friend
Faye Daniels and friend
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Chelle Silverstein
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Hotwife Sara Anne
Hotwife Sara Anne
Sara Anne
Samantha Massie
Samantha Massie
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Jennifer Kincade
Jennifer Kincade
Karla Mott Nowak
Karla Mott Nowak
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