OPULENZIA: the Thirteenth Chapter, or when Curves expose the Weaknesses of Youth

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We dropped the groceries at the car. As we moved each bag in, the weight of the bags made my body swing almost out of balance, making me innocently bump into Carmela’s padded volumes. Oops. Bella culona grassa…

Then, instead of jumping back in the car and going home as I expected, Carmela stopped on her feet and declared “Come on, let’s go.”

Eden MorShe led me back to the mall, sort of in a hurry. The very steady pace made her breasts bounce wildly. Her nipples became erected.

We went into the ladies restroom. She took me by the hand and pushed me against the wall. She pulled down my pants in the atrium and she exposed me in front of all the ladies there. Everybody was looking. I caught a beautiful tettona looking at me straight in the eye. Le mangiai le tette con gli occhi, immaginandomi di succhiarle le mammelle gonfie di latte.

In order to draw my attention back, Carmela simply lifted her own skirt and revealed her gigantic hips. That’s all she had to do. They were so fat. All of a sudden nobody could compare. She moved in my direction, slowly, her lard exposed and jiggling everywhere. My penis lifted itself up steadily at the vision of all that cellulite, while the rest of my body was paralyzed in awe. I couldn’t even control it. ‘Twas like I was being transformed into something perversely different, but that I knew intimately.


La zia tettona si avvicinò e mi toccò. Il lardo dei suoi fianchi era evidente.

jiggly ocean

Io le guardai le tette ballonzolare in front of me, come delle borraccie piene di latte. Sgocciolavano, come dei catini che traboccano. Gliele strizzai un poco, e latte copioso ne uscì. “Come sei piena, ziona.”


I reached over to grab her butt. Carmela’s panties were sunk into her hips and I had to dig them out of the blubber. I felt like a sex slave two thousand years ago, exposed to Venus of Willendorf, Queen of Abundance and Goddess of Opulence, in the flesh. With her guidance, a group of women were about to perpetuate the ritual of life. I was a mere tool for their instincts.


Carmela turned around. Her exaggerated curves were even more staggering from behind. Her buttocks painted two massive mountains with a soft yet bulging profile. Her love handles were legendary, full of the most opulent cellulite.

Her maternal pear-glass was right there, at my disposal, as if I was a ship approaching the biggest port. The obesity of her thighs, together with the streaks of water oozing out of her made me feel like I was going to bathe in warm, buttery milk. I cupped her squishy hips, submerging my own hands into her flesh: it was warm, melted butter. She gently pushed herself against me, with the commanding weight of her beauty.

I slipped right in. “Culona, cicciona, fatti montare…”

I felt like a king. Complete. Here was a woman that was afraid of nobody, and happy to seduce anyone she wanted. I had been chosen. She was exposing how much control she had of my body.


I caressed her long fat thighs up and down, savoring the layers of lard that they were made of. I fondled her from above her knees up to the point where the hips meets the belly. That spot right there, between the groin and the full width of her hips was extremely generous in flesh. Carmela and I call those spots the “super-fat gulfs.” It’s there that fat accumulates first and then expands, bulging out with all its opulence. A deposit of meat of the richest texture. Left and right, so wide and squishy, these were the perfect places to rest my hands on as we mated. I think la ziona loved to be taken from behind. That’s why her body was so generous down there. And I loved to hold onto her like that. Feeling her true girth. I fianchi larghissimi, e le tette che ballonzolano sul davanti come una mucca… I could open my hands and squeeze her flesh like a sponge, because there was so much of it.

Pear Bottom n Slim Smack my Ass

The shelf of her ass was bouncing and shaking. It was splashing with big floppy sounds. I loved to feel that squishiness as it bounced. A skinny lady watched speechlessly as I enjoyed Carmela’s opulence: she couldn’t believe her eyes. Was I really super hard for all that fat? Carmela pulled away briefly, showing my grossly indecent erection as bodily juices were dripping everywhere. Amanda, the skinny lady with big boobs, reached over and touched my chest with the palm of her hand. She moved it down, toward my belly. She felt my blood throbbing in. Carmela slowly pushed back, taking me in again and gently smashing Amanda’s hand between my belly and her ass. Oh, the elegance and grace given by softness and weight. Amanda’s whole arm disappeared, submerged by Carmela’s giant buttocks. My penis expanded. Amanda s’illuminò d’immenso. She realized that there was space for everyone. Harmony. She fondled them too, squeezing them, savoring their softness with me. And then her hand touched mine, and I instinctively wrapped mine around it. She looked at me, and we kissed.

Amanda’s butt was much much smaller, but it was still curvy. I explored her body, caressing her here and there, squeezing the fleshiest parts. When I moved my hand away from her body and back on Carmela’s booty, she noticed how my whole body jerked and contracted in pleasure when I touched Carmela’s fat hips.


Carmela in the mean time had remained still, because that’s the power of the endowed, to be able to give pleasure without even moving. Tale era il potere della sua abbondanza.

But now she was starting to tease me, pulling away a bit every once in a while.

“Bella culona da monta, fatti strizzare.”

As she was moving away I tried to reclaim her, to keep her close to me. Like a hungry man to his meat.

She was happy to oblige.

She slowly backed up on me, simply pushing her huge butt against my body. Those very maternal hips looked enormous next to mine. Huge, four times wider. I claimed her. I rested my hands on top of her hips, around her waist. I dipped them into her lard and pulled. I entered her slowly, first making my way inbetween the abundant cellulite, then penetrating her properly. With my whole body. I felt warmth, burning from the inside without fatigue nor sweat.

Bella cosciona, bella cosciona da carne…” I could hardly breathe, the pleasure was so intense.

“He likes fat, my dear, look at how he’s enjoying my hips,” said Carmela talking to Amanda. She could be cruel when she wanted to.

But Amanda was getting visibly horny. She kept biting her lips and suckling on her own lips. She ran her hands along her hips, looking at me. She was almost dancing, as in a slow, controlled trance. Her panties dropped down and her blouse opened up.

“Impregnate me,” she whispered, showing off her large breasts.

Carmela quickly reacted. She pulled out and turned around to hug Amanda. They kissed passionately, running their tongues in circles and exploring their bodies. Carmela fingered her while Amanda was squeezing Carmela’s flesh. Such lust. It was like she never saw flesh before, and to some extent it was true: she never saw that much flesh. My hands spooned Amanda’s pendulous boobs, admiring the beautiful curves of her hourglass figure. In the background, Carmela’s “peared hourglass” provided an amplified backdrop of magnificence.

Amanda soon understood that I was ready to give her what she wanted. She put her hands around Carmela’s neck. Carmela — from her towering seven plus feet — lifted her up a bit with ease. Amanda invited me to take her from behind, primordially, like an animal. I grabbed her by her waist. She was a river.

As I was mating with her, I felt Carmela’s flesh jiggling all around me. Amanda was sandwiched between me and Carmela. It was a tight, three-way embrace. She was smashed against Carmela’s soft front, her head resting above her giant udders. I fondled her love handles as I pushed myself into her. My thrusts made Carmela’s boobs bounce and splash like crazy, submerging Amanda’s face.

She moaned and kissed Carmela’s breasts. “Come inside, I beg you! Come…. fill me up!” She was possessed.

I was just an instrument. A pawn that was there to provide semen. Not much more, but complete nonetheless.


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12 Responses to “OPULENZIA: the Thirteenth Chapter, or when Curves expose the Weaknesses of Youth”

  1. Femsup Says:

    The opulence and abundance and symbol of prosperity needs to be enjoyed universally by both men and women. Women have the same right to worship such divinity of fat. That she is not as abundant as the one she worships can often be changed when she herself takes on the responsibility of divinity.

    The world is big enough for the fattest woman.

  2. fatcurvystories Says:

    Yes indeed, dear Femsup, the divinity of fat can be worshipped by anyone. When a woman chooses to become fatter, as a male I feel in awe and in love, wanting to care and provide for her. So that her hips can be bigger.

  3. Femsup Says:

    It is so profound when women choose to go against the tenets of society and decide to intentionally get much fatter. They must be supported and admired and worshipped.

  4. fatcurvystories Says:

    Most definitely. Seeing thighs as fat as Carmela’s can cause a FA’s heart to stop and faint. But it’s also beautiful to have other people get accustomed to such opulence, to the difference in softness and squishiness compared to your average centerfold girl. I could massage her thighs for hours.

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  6. Opulenzia Fan Says:

    Best story ever!! Is there a chance for a new chapter? I love Carmela

  7. fatcurvystories Says:

    Thank you. Yes, I’m writing Chapter 14 and 15, I’m such a slow writer…

    What’s the part of the story you enjoyed the most if i may ask?

    • Opulenzia Fan Says:

      Honestly,there are many points.
      First of, the taboo fruit between an aunt and a nephew. This is the first time that I see that and I love it!

      Second, the description of Carmela. I love the way she’s described as a love, powerful fertile Goddess how she kept putting her massive thighs on the couch right next to him, how she has HEAVY stomps each time she walks, but mostly how you compare her fat like water or and ocean of cellulite which is extremely sensual. How his face was “splashed by her thighs, how her boobs were ingulfing him while he was getting fed or how he disapeared under theme. How he is flooded by her fat. That was the most sensual description for me.

      Also, the fat talk is great. How she’s teasing us by saying that she isn’t fat enough, how she says “touch my fat and how you describe her cellulite and ass. More importantly, her maternal aura (Directly referring to chapter 10).

      Basically, my favorite part is Carmela’s personallity and body.
      If there are more focus on her ass and maybe on facesitting, that would be the most perfect and sexy story for me (but that’s a personal preference).

      Anyway, keep up the excellent job, take your time and like I said…
      This is by far the best erotic bbw story I’ve read in my life.

      • fatcurvystories Says:

        Yes, I think taboo is full of sex. Thank you much for the kind words. I think we have similar taste 😉

        To me the wateriness and jiggliness is one of the most sensual parts of the beauty that big girls possess. I can talk about that forever– until i bore everyone with endless repetitions. Repeating, endless beauty is the best. And I mean endless in a spacial sense, but then in vastity space becomes time. Ah, ssbbws…

        I’m surprised the fat talk is good, I always thought i was horrible at it. Glad you find it decent!

        Working on the final touches for chapter 14…

    • Opulenzia Fan Says:

      Great I cannot wait to read it!! I also happen to have bunch of content from Top Heavy Selene that I could give you in case you needed inspiration 😉 I could email you a link to download the file if you want?

  8. Opulenzia Fan Says:

    I must also say that it is fascinating to see a woman going against the standard of society by gaining weight. We should really encourage woman to do the same as Carmela and worship their abundance.

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