Posts Tagged ‘big fat thighs’

BigCutie Kennedy cosciona culona

September 6, 2016


Madonna, Bit Cutie Kennedy misura 147-127-172 cm, con delle cosce grosse 96 cm!! E i fianchi gravidi di lardo… Nice and meaty, come dice lei stessa. Tutta da strizzare. Una donna felliniana portata all’eccesso.

The lust of Nibutani Shinka

August 3, 2016

(art by Candlebars)

Since the beginning of her freshman year of high school, Shinka Nibutani had always been a beauty queen. Most men dreamed about her long thick legs, that were always exposed during the day. Not counting the ordinance cheerleading duties she had taken for herself. Her sweet personality and openness made her beauty shine even more, like a fresh new leaf under the morning sun.

Being naturally slim yet pretty curvy for her age, at the end of her freshman year she decided she wanted to gain some pounds to accentuate her features. She loved the looks of the boys and the sense of power behind that. She intensified her workouts to make herself stronger and at the same time she doubled the amount of food she ate.

It ended up being no effort at all to eat a lot! She just ate what she loved, indulging on beans, bread and cheese, pasta, meatballs, carnitas enchiladas and all sorts of sweets to top it off.

In no time her boobs became very full, claiming the attention of every boy — and girl! — that saw her walking down the street. There was a lot of jiggling going on, and it became hard for her school girl outfit to contain all of her growing breasts. Thank god for that nice, heavy duty button!

Her hips went through an even bigger, if not staggering transformation. They got so large that one chair was barely able to support her properly. Her thighs got engorged with cellulite and every step was a mass jiggling fest. She knew immediately that her next cheerleading season was going to be interesting.

After a whole summer of fattening up, when she got back to school people were stunned. Her figure changed so dramatically that people — especially guys — did not know what to say beside ogling and smiling with googly eyes. So dumb.

Nibu especially loved the guys that were unable to hide their erection in front of her. She smiled and waved, fully acknowledging their “reaction”, and with the most embarrassed ones she even stopped by and said hi, starting a conversation when it was clear they were super horny and utterly incapable of controlling their bodies and dirty stares.

“Do you want to touch my hips, dear?”

“Hm… yeah…”

“Put your hands here, on my waist… now squeeze my lard…”

That’s how she met Togashi Yuuta. Yuuta was one of those shy guys that just couldn’t take his eyes off her. The fat bulges on Nibu’s thighs were too much for his teenage hormones to handle. After saying hi she shook his hand and instinctively hugged him. His hardness felt wonderfully at home against her softness. He hugged her back, admiring the sweet fragrance of her perfume and the softness of her body.

The first training session with the other cheerleaders became a highly anticipated event. Many guys wanted to see Nibu’s curves in motion. When she walked on the pitch a roar welcomed her, and her skimpy outfit did not disappoint her new fans.

Her thighs were so fat that they jiggled like buckets full of cream after every step. Her skirt was so small that in conjunction with all the movement, it was continuously jumping everywhere, doing a really bad job at covering her mountainous ass. Which in fact bounced and jiggled like crazy.

Yuuta dreamed about her every night, imagining to bring her flowers every day, or treats or gifts or anything that he thought she might enjoy, in the secret hope that she smiled and hugged him again, letting him feel the girth of her butt. And so in anticipation of seeing her he would get really excited, and inevitably when he did get around her, his body would react with a raging hard-on. It was a beautiful thing, really. The most divine feeling he ever felt, and it was spontaneous; he couldn’t even control it but for once it was magical.

One day she hugged him tighter and she noticed that he poked her so much that she decided to do something about it.

She led him to her house after school and then into her room. She closed the door and confronted him, standing up in front of him. She asked him to reveal himself, and show his real excitement. He stripped naked and stood there in front of her. His level of excitement was indeed very evident as Nibutani kept walking in front of him, her flesh jiggling and bouncing everywhere.

She got completely naked in front of him too. She watched him as he was throbbing with passion. They were kids but they had just discovered the true meaning of love. His instinct guided him to mate with her from behind, like the animals in heat that they were. They both knew innately that this was good and beautiful. He gave her his virginity and he took hers.

Throughout the year Nibutani continued to eat like a piggie. She wanted to get bigger and bigger, and bigger she got. She kept eating stacks of pancakes for breakfast, dozens of glasses of (whole) milk throughout the day, short-ribs, fatty fish, beans cooked in copious lard, bread and tons of butter, and mead every time she could get her hands on it. She ate tons and tons of vegetables, but her burgers always had cheese and lots of mayo. She indulged in the most decadent pastries and cakes, always choosing the ones with more cream. And she kept growing. And growing. And growing. And the pleasure she was getting from Yuuta grew proportionally.

Her thighs acquired a second (and third) layer of cellulite, drooping over the knees and bulging from the sides. Her hips became gargantuan, and she often had to squeeze them through those “tiny” doors to let herself thru. Her shelf booty became more like a table booty, because a whole family could have dinner on top of it. Except that it was so jiggly and squishy that it was more like an ocean than a table.

It will remain memorable to all the students that year the final performance of the cheerleaders. Nibutani was at her fattest, and despite her size she was still able to dance with incredible grace. She had never stopped working out. She was able to exploit and somehow control the incredible jiggling of her Venusian body.

Being in the middle of the heat of summer, the cheerleader outfits consisted of a sort of bikini. The top covered more than a normal bikini top, while the bottom was a slip that was able to cover enough on all girls, and pretty much nothing for Nibutani. In fact, the slip sank deep into her hips, thighs and belly. Si vedeva tutto, il grasso di quella cosciona da monta. Normal cheerleaders were also wearing tights, however, because Nibutani’s thighs were too fat she had not to wear any tights whatsoever.

And now, when the dancing routine begins, Yuuta can’t stop watching Nibu’s bottom. It’s a giant balloon of lard, bouncing heavy and splashing her buckets of fat across those tiny slips. How can they sustain all that weight? How can they hold them in? She keeps twerking and shaking her giant mass of lard. The bikini stretches and bends. What people don’t see is that its fabric is slowly tearing under the mass of fat pushing against it. String after string it breaks, and plop! it finally snaps, unable to contain all of her. She is much too much. E’ troppo tanta. She smiles and continues, totally confident. She looks at her fat hips, they are jiggling like crazy, totally free. Her front private parts are still covered, because the bulging thighs and her double belly somehow manage to hold in her broken bikini bottom. But her gargantuan hips are free to bounce everywhere. She taps them with her pon-pons, making the sound of hands splashing in the water.

When the routing ends, a roaring applause erupts from the crowd and congratulates Nibutani, who looks as victorious and radiant as the sun.

Yuuta is convinced that he was hearing the splashing sounds resounding in the arena as she jumped and twerked her giant derriere in front of everyone.

From the following day, restaurants registered a sudden increase in their business. Women were coming in droves, always accompanied by their men, who always and I mean always paid for everything.

(art by Candlebars)

OPULENZIA: the Twelfth chapter, or a Leap of Faith into the Heavenly Ocean

February 18, 2016


Previous Chapter

After the unexpected but very pleasurable “breakfast,” we finally got our act together and left the house.

Zia Carmela dressed in a way that emphasized the abundance of her body. Her long wavy hair was unrestrained: it was so long and thick that it covered most of her back, barely touching the top of her butt. If you looked at her from the front, often times you’d be able to admire a shiny lock gently resting on her breasts. And behind such lush hair, you could still see the suppleness of her shoulders.

She wore dark red lipstick, and some mascara to show people who’s boss. Although with boobs like that she really didn’t need to. Her sleeve-less summer dress was low-cut both in the front and in the back, making her warm complexion stand out against the long luscious hair. Her bra was the biggest shelf bra ever, building a somewhat decent support for the very prosperous breasts.

“I love to wear this kind of bra, it makes my boobs jiggle the most…”

Sì, come una mucca…” Mi riempii le mani con le sue tette. Le piaceva farsi strizzare le mammelle.

“Pronta per essere munta,” mi rispose, sporgendosi in avanti un po’. Voleva proprio farmi vedere quanto era mucca.

The dress continued vaporous toward her hips, outlining their magnificent girth.

“Che bella grassona che sei, zia!”

She smiled, pleased and compiaciuta of herself. Le diedi una manata sul culone sguignolo, and we walked out the door.


Le Belle Coscione della Zia

November 18, 2015


“Ciao zia! Come stai bene con quel costume!”

“Ciao caro, tu sei tanto gentile, ma cosa vuoi, fa così caldo qua alle Hawaii…” Eravamo in vacanza da qualche giorno.

“Infatti,” ribattei io, “ho visto molte ragazze in bikini lungo la strada, quindi non sei l’unica ad alleggerire il vestiario.”

“Ma dici che sono un po’ troppo scosciata?”

“Ma no, ma no, assolutamente. E poi con quelle coscione, cosa vuoi… chi può non gradire le coscione della zia?” Dissi io, ammiccando.


The immensity of BigCutie Eve

November 16, 2015




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