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Lo splendore di Airabella

May 29, 2016

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La meraviglia del grasso di Airabella
Le mammelle gravide di latte
Le cosce trapuntate di cellulite
L’ampiezza dei suoi fianchi, accoglienti come un letto matrimoniale
Il lardo, ovunque, florido e abbondante

Parliamo di cosce…

November 9, 2014

Parliamo di cosce… non ho mai discusso della bellezza della coscia femminile, specie quando esaltata da grassi volumi di cellulite. Una bellezza fatta di carne e abbondanza, perchè la coscia è una delle aree del corpo dedicata interamente alla carne, sia essa muscolo o grasso opulento. Una bellezza che ha la libertà di smodare, di essere smodata, ma anche di s-moda-re, di andare oltre le apparenze e i sentimenti passeggeri per coinvolgere la passione in modo eterno, di più e oltre.

Prendete Farrah Foxx, per esempio.

La bellissima Farrah continua a ingrassarsi. Le sue cosce sono spessissime. Sono grasse e obese e trasudano cellulite, con tutti quei gnocchi e quei crateri. Se toccate l’immagine dovreste vederne una ad alta risoluzione, che mostra la grassezza delle sue gambone. Poi e’ pure alta, quindi quelli sono veri e propri letti di carne. La pienezza delle forme è confermata dai suoi fianchi molto alti e ricolmi.


Parlando di altezza, come si fa a non nominare SuperDome, già eletta Fat Curvy Queen qualche tempo fa. Una donna il cui punto piu’ carnoso sono proprio le cosce, lunghissime e grassissime. Una gigantessa felliniana, dalla carnagione vellutata e le curve infinite, la cui altezza (piú di un metro e novanta) nasconde nelle foto la sua vera stazza.


OPULENZIA: the Seventh Obscene Chapter

May 22, 2011

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I quickly got rid of my pants and plunged back on the couch. Carmela removed her robe, standing in front of me in just her bra-top and panties. My aunt is a curvy matron, with the boobs of a cow and the hips of Venus. Big, fat bubbles of cellulite all over her legs and buttocks, softer than marshmallows. Yes, she is big, and she is proud of her very pronounced curves. She is a vision of lust and maternity, forbidden pleasure, and home at the same time.

Carmela slowly pulled down her panties, that kept getting buried into the giant pools of fat on her sides. “Tua zia à grassa come una vitella,” used to say my uncle, while caressing her all over. My uncle loved her a lot. I remember him often reaching over to squeeze her thighs and hug her all the time. She always laughed, letting him do whatever he wanted on her body, while often looking at me when his hands were full. To me they were an example of pure joy: one being, with a male and a (very) female part, living life to the fullest.

Her hips were extremely wide: if I stretched my arms as wide as possible, I would barely be able to reach around them. Some months earlier, fantasizing about her, I had estimated she was 110 inches around: fact is, since then she gained weight again! And now that I was seeing her curves in the naked, I know she was much more than that. As I said, she literally had to dig her panties out of her own flesh. Aveva due cosce inzuppate di lardo, tempestate di bolle di pura cellulite.

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“My hips are so fatty,” she added with content, justifying with some pride the effort she had to undertake in order to remove her slips. Even if the fabric was soft and stretchy, it just couldn’t help to fall into the creaminess of her wide hips. Or thighs, actually. Where did the hips end and thighs begin anyway? Her derriere must have been twenty five inches tall. Such a huge mountain of cellulite.

“Zia, do you have any muscles on your hips?” I asked her, taking all the courage I had left in me.

Pear Bottoms, la zia che s’e’ ingrassata

May 10, 2011

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La zia Pear Bottoms sembra dire, “Mi sono ingrassata troppo, non sto piu’ dentro la poltrona! Ma sai una cosa, ho ancora fame… mi porti un’altra fetta di cheesecake, per piacere? Ci tengo alla mia figura…” has a fat set with Pear Bottom in white and blue, showing her massive hips squeezing down into that chair. It’s a big chair…

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Asshley gained… 81 inches hips! 363 pounds! New site!

September 1, 2010

That’s right, it’s official. She is juicier. If you followed Asshley recently, you could have probably said that her last known hips measures — 75 inches — were old. Old as in too small, even if 75″ is not exactly “small”.

But if you looked at her updates in the past year, you noticed a constant increase in the opulence of her body. Her arms and face look softer and sweeter. Her waist was always been full with nutrients, but now it’s fuller. Her breasts, oh, they are all the more and more succulent, to the point that now you have to admit she qualifies as a big breasted model too. I wonder what cup she is now. And then the vastness of her ass, and the tallness of her buttocks. Beauty keeps piling up down there.

Her thighs are now oceans of pure cellulite. There’s so much of it that it has to emerge and bump up in wonderful chunky dimples of completely untoned beauty. Look at her thighs, they are a pool of heavy whipping cream. Her legs are outrageously fat. I wonder what is the measure around the fattest point.

And then her hips, authentic pillows of homegrown lard, wider and wider for the neediest lover. In ten years she grew them from 66 inches up to 81 inches, gaining 148 pounds (67 Kg!), if you can believe that. That’s more than 2 meters: 206 cm to be exact. A lot of hips. Your own hips are likely more narrow than just one of her legs. You could have a dinner on top of her booty, or sleep comfortably laying on her big thighs.

She brings a lot of meat to the table.

I keep thinking of Asshley visiting the Vatican during summer, in a short, tight summer dress. Or maybe wearing tight shorts, just like many other girls, but hers are obviously pretty tight around her hips, so that big bumps of cellulite emerge from beneath it. As she walks with confidence, her ocean of cellulite jiggles and wobbles beyond control. As a wonderful song to the Lord. The splashes of her fat turn many heads, but she doesn’t seem to care. Many men have never seen so much opulence on a woman before. Some stare shamelessly, boys walk behind her to look at the jiggling, and an old man, recently declared impotent, has a raging erection as she walks by the bench he was sitting on.

Noticing the hard-on and the sweetness of the distinct gentleman, she sits next to him for a while, smashing a balloon of flesh against his hips. As she caresses her gigantic thighs, he has the nerve of inviting her to dinner, in a local place that he knows. While looking at her legs, he reassures her that this place is good, and they serve very rich foods in abundant servings. Before accepting, Asshley demands that he squeezes her thighs openly in front of every rich, uptight couple that passes by them. She wants him to show everyone his appreciation for her curves and soft volumes. On the other side, he has a new, simple dream: after dinner, to invite Asshley to lay on a couch, and then rub himself against the soft pillows of lard on her gargantuan buttocks.

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