Chapter 27 - xxvii: paris and victory

“Paris” the name echoed through my mind for a fraction of a moment. A single millisecond later I found myself blinking. Briefly confused before almost laughing at my confusion. We were at the fundraiser. The large swanky building was thronging with a large populace of revelers. Its modern style and large capacity made it the ideal choice for our little shindig. Especially since they had said that we wouldn’t have to pay for any furniture we broke in the process. They had even provided the large pink banner dangling from the ceiling. It read “Largest Porn Opening” in clear bubbly letters, followed by a silhouette of a burger with a makeup kiss on it. I smiled up at our logo for a little while and basked in our accomplishment. But soon found that I had been finding it far more entertaining ogling the other “actresses”. Picking out girls I had done shoots with the ones who had really been packing on the pounds. Most of them were on the larger size or working on getting themselves there so there was lots of material to work with. It was smart business to at least have a bit of pot belly with how the market was swinging. Though I could tell most of them were more than happy simply to rediscover the joys of junk food and stuffing their faces.

Midway through the inspection I felt a hand slide around my ass. Or rather grab as big a handful as of it could through the razor thin material of my dress. On instinct I backed myself into it, wriggling my hips to get my butt bouncing a little. Behind me I could hear the groper start to breathe a little more heavily, leaving me gratified in fine work. “So, I take it you’re the ass of this operation” the voiced asked feminine and breathy. Knowing I was front loaded enough not to damage their fine view I turned around to face the stranger, taking extra care to push my breasts into there’s. I smiled a flirtatious smirk as I recognized her. She was tall and dusty blonde, not quite middle age and clearly making sure she stayed looking that way. She was the representative of our corporate sponsor “Bang Beer” a company that was about as subtle as its name.

“Oh Honey no, if you think this is a big ass you haven’t been keeping up with our videos like you should be” I teased her bouncing my wide load for extra emphasis. “I’m good for people who are looking for more of middle ground between the other girls, and more old-fashioned scenes” I said running my hands across the silouthe of my skimpily clad body. Making sure the fact it was the more classic hour glass body type clear. Even if it was blown up to ridiculous proportions. “I also like to be the one feeding them...or being tied up...force feeding stuff like that...I’ve got a full video biography...even going back to when I was tiny which might be more your scene” I explained with a suggestive grin. I wasn’t necessarily trying to hit on her, it was just my natural state to flirt and try to get laid. Besides it wasn’t like It could do anything but help our little sponsorship.

“You’re right I’ve been old fashioned about this business up till now, but I must say you’ve piqued my curiosity” she suggested clearly struggling with how attractive she was finding my oversized body. I just raised an eyebrow flirtatiously indicating for her to go on. “Back in my day that would’ve been more than impressive...what...what does a big ass look like nowadays” she said in clear confusion. I just giggled a little at her. “Okay, this is still impressive and it’s certainly plump by industry standards, but it’s like the third nicest rear we’ve got here, though my tits are second to one” I explained wrapping my hands in hers beginning to guide her towards where I knew the real “Ass of our operation” would be waiting.

Dakota was a difficult girl to miss at the best of times. Taking up an entire couch worth of space tends to have that effect on your notability. But at an all you can eat buffet she was like a lighthouse for attention. The way she tore through food like a pig was really something to behold. Even with our plethora of scenes together I still slowed down my approach to admire the view. She was the only one of girls we had actively recruited from fetish porn initially, and it showed in everything about her. In the enormity of her size, the clear aversion she had to society's rules, and the fact she couldn’t stand under own power with how much she had packed on. She didn't even notice us approach, too busy grunting and moaning as she piled through a family's worth of food. As our sponsor watched in perverted hypnosis, I actively took a seat on one of her enormous saddle bags. Her enormity accommodating even my bottom-heavy form in its wideness. Though as I took a seat I couldn’t help but notice her tits had popped free of her little red dress. Wardrobe malfunctions at events like this were common, in fact they were often intentional. But for Dakota it was usually, splitting her dress down the middle or having her panties snap off. “If you don’t stop doing cream pie scenes, we’re going to have to spend this investment on a crane, you know you turn into a whale when you’re pregnant” I pouted playing with her hair. I was just ribbing her a little, I more than enjoyed helping her get to set. And the pregnancy scenes she did sold like hotcakes.

“As I’m sure is quite visible, she’s our booty, and she’s up for pretty much anything so long as she gets off at some point” I explained shifting my pose a little to avoid getting any food spray on it. As sexy as it would’ve been to have an excuse to peel myself out of it, I didn't want to give our representative too much of the goods, at least not immediately. “But we both know the girl you’re looking to see, we can even sit with our manager” I said sliding off of Dakota’s lard. Giving an affectionate slap on the ass before sashaying over to the representative. The poor girl was clearly shell shocked as I wrapped my arm in hers. Though I was fairly certain it was a sexy sort of shell shock rather than the traumatized kind. It was relatively easy to find our manager. She had the seat closest to the stage we had set up for the big event. But even if she was the backrow, she would’ve been easy to find.

Tahiti had started off a fairly classic case for porn. Young sexy woman from a rich family releases sex tape to get daddy’s attention, fails but finds a career waiting for her in the performing arts. She had a decent run. Passionate but decidedly vanilla. Then daddy passed away leaving his immense fortune. While most girls would’ve retired, she moved diagonally. Using his money to start up her own porn company, having spotted an interesting market trend. She bagged the biggest star possible, and the rest soon followed. It was at this point the wealth started to really affect her. A classic case of CEO spread taken to the next level. Seeming gaining a pound for every ten dollars. It was barely a couple of years before she was immobilized by her own greedy hedonism. Ironically it made her the biggest woman in any given building. Even amongst her stable of fetish stars. And even while she claimed to be done filming scenes, her enormous body kept finding its way into them. Occasionally vocalized as her showing us how it was done.

We took her seat across from her and the duo exchanged pleasantries. I wound up standing due to lack of seating space. Though Tahiti’s belly looked decidedly comfortable as an alternative I had to remind myself we weren’t filming, and that she was also my boss. But before they could fully get to chatter the lights dimmed around the room. It was finally time for the big event. Spot lights switched on hovering on the banner for a little while, Tahiti giving a speech into a mic tucked into her cleavage. Then the spot lights switched to the stripper pole, bolted and reinforced into the stage. The curtain parted behind it, to reveal the woman the crowd had been waiting for.

Paris waddled her way out onto the stage. The tanned sexual girl’s belly jiggling like a boulder of lard, propping up two smaller boulders that were her tits. Her outfit was certifiably nonexistent. But that was only to emphasis the brand logo painted on her signature gut. Paris had been a porn sensation even back when she was skinny. Her thick curves and beautiful face made her a sex symbol. Adored and worshiped it seemed at some points like the entire planet had seen her nude. Of course, she was also quite the party girl. Beer and alcohol made empty calories, and her famous curves started widening. And yet somehow even to those not into it usually they couldn’t deny she was getting sexier. Her beautiful form was so sensual I could swear it bent society to her will. She led the charge for a society more open in its love for the girls they jacked off too. And in its love for a girl with serious meat on her bones.

She started her strip tease and literal moans left everybody in the crowd. The blonde nuclear sex bomb seemed more like a hedonistic goddess than anything mortal as she danced. Even the traditionalist representative started to groan, toying with the waistband of her skirt before stuffing her hand down. It was fine, seemingly half the room couldn’t quite control their urges. When the porn empress started losing clothes I did too. Offering her a hand too boot which she accepted. The woman was so sexy she had redefined the term and the way people saw it by sheer force of attraction. “Fuck....you should put on more weight” she groaned under her breath and I giggled. “You first” I whispered back, making it clear it was a somewhat serious offer. But as she opened her mouth to moan a response, I didn't hear it. I blinked a little in confusion till I noticed my sight dimming. Falling back into shadows, and then blinding light.