Soft fat & horny

chapter 1 fat & slutty

Roxanne had long ago passed from chubby to fat girl status, and most people would have her on the upper end of BBW scale, perhaps even SSBBW. She had decided to become a gainer two years ago and her relentless efforts, including constant snacking, an extra meal everyday, heavy drinking and totally sedentary lifestyle, pushed her weight upwards to 320 pounds on her 5'6" frame.

She worked in an office all day, stuffing candy and pretzels in her face, most of which were brought by the guys who peeked at her belly. She lured them in by letting her shirt slide up, asking them if it looked like she had lost weight or by getting real close to them. She had seduced them all. In the office, in hotels, etc. They leered and longed for her pounds and rolls. And she made them pay if they were married or had a girlfriend. They banged her once a week and bought gooey, greasy pizza, or she would tell. She loved sex.

Her fat was soft and hanging, and her meaty belly roll folded nicely over her panties hiding her kitty. No pot belly with Roxanne, just soft, supple, squeezable rolls. A scond upper roll had recently formed after she began eating a carton of ice cream a day. She always made it a point to wear small bras so her side and back fat rolls bulged nicely. Her breasts were not big for a fatty, and this highlighted her belly, which she had orally sculpted into a soft pile of suet. And tight jeans which cut deeply into her hanging bag, leaving a noticable belly bulge below the waistline. Her thighs were soft and outsized as was her bulging rear.

It was a warm summer Friday night as a freshly showered and powdered Roxanne stood before her floor length mirror admiring her fattened, ballooned body. Her knee dimples were new, as was the growing belly fat split below her belly button - gravity loves fat she thought. And so do some of those men over at the club in Hainesville, she added. A quick glance at her thigh rolls made her smile- those legs would be spread wide open tonite she knew- and she would get pounded- a little chill ran through her kitty. A final douche and dressing began.

All her clothes were tight now, and she picked the most revealing. 2 sizes too small bra, a clinging red top just short enough to expose her pale gut, skin tight jeans and no panties. Blonde hair perfectly done, thick ruby red lipstick and just too much eye shadow....topped off by a near bath in cheap perfume. She grinned - completely satisfied- grabbed her leather jacket (it barely fit) and headed to her car, the sound of jeans rubbing together loud in the early twilight. She knew those boys didn't stand a chance tonite- one of them would have it bad for fat girls and would sink it deep inside her tonight. She shuddered and smiled as she envisioned the pounding she would take as the man would squeeze and knead her belly fat pile.