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OPULENZIA: Fourteen cows in the Alps, and Carmela’s dowry

October 23, 2017

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Zia Carmela decided we should spend the rest of the summer in the mountains. She loved nature, its slow sounds, its openness as well as its laws, and she loved being free, feeling the crisp breeze on her bare skin.

She especially loved the Alps, the tall chain of Italian mountains that defines the upper border of the Peninsula. She really loved going in a remote malga in Trentino, surrounded only by cows and the silence of nature.

So that’s where we went.

As we were walking toward the refuge, the brisk air became noticeable, like a caress from the goddesses. The calm and quietness of everything around us revealed itself. For a moment, I stood there in awe at the earthy beauty of all.

To participate in this moment, Carmela, at peace with the honesty all around us, showed the full volumes of her breasts. The girth of her curves was radiant in the summer light. Her decolletè, absolutely gorgeous.

“How you doing, my dear?”

Having been there never before in my life, it was all new to me. But Carmela knew more what to expect, and actually looked like she was at home. She took off her jacket and walked the path in just her low-cut summer dress and skimpy semi-transparent skirt. The fresh breeze swept through her hair down to her thighs, as a lover full of desire.

Occasionally she’d stop to sit down and rest. Sometimes, I swear, I thought she was stopping just to expose her very generous cleavage. That lush valley between two jiggly mountains of flesh, bursting at the seams and thick like a bed of pillows.

Zia Carmela knew I was always staring but she always let me look. During the walk a couple times she smiled and opened her arms to me, leading my face into her maternal bosoms.

“Come here dear, come to auntie, let me hug you a little,” she said knowing what I coveted.

“Che belle le tue tettone, zia, che morbide…”

“Fatti spupazzare, caro, spupazza i miei seni…” The softness of her boobs was infinite. She was offering them to me just like that. I just hoped I had what she was looking for.

One tease after the other, finally we arrived. We settled in and soon went back outside to continue to enjoy the sunshine. She took out cheeses of various kinds, bread, lard, wine. We set everything up on the patio table, Zia Carmela occasionally directing me, while I wasn’t able to stop looking at her.


The copious opulence of Scarlett’s hips

September 24, 2016
i fianchi larghissimi di zia Carmela

Just like Aunt Carmela’s hips

I love how wide Scarlett is. I think she is three times as wide as myself. Her hips are so generous that she could revive the deads. Can you imagine hugging her? Her soft waist would welcome you and put you at ease. Then you’ll feel the bulging expanse below, so wide you can rest your arms on it. It must be like resting your arms on the softest pillows.

I would love to kiss her on her neck while my hands hold her on the largest points of her hips. Assuming I can reach that far! I’d love to squeeze her gently there, sinking my fingers into her flesh. I bet I would NOT be able to find her hipbone beneath all that fat! Oh, how beautiful that is. A paradise of opulence.

I love her soft belly and the giant waterfalls of lard that descend down from the mountainous hips. And then the obese thighs, loaded with the softest cellulite. I think I could make love to even just one of her thighs! They are so big. Look at how big and fluffy they are in the photo below. Layers and layers of cellulite. Plus the opulent, overflowing breasts on top.

Oh Scarlett, what I’d do to even just squeeze the magnificence of your curves!

Scarlett's giant thighs

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)

Il cuscino di carne di Sadie

July 13, 2016


Appoggiati sul mio cuscino di carne
tutto caldo, tutto morbido
tutta cellulite, pura
acquosa come il latte
ma più burrosa

bury your face in my hip
grab it from both sides
and squeeze it, suckle it
savor it
so warm, so soft

E’ tutto grasso, caro
Ti piace il culone della zia?
Immergiti nelle onde della mia carne, sono un mare
di grasso, stringimi, baciami
Mi voglio ingrassare i fianchi

ancora di più

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

May 21, 2016

Curve a non finire

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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.


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