Life class

Chapter 1 - life class

Life Class

One

I was the oldest student in my year of Art Foundation at 20 years old. I’d worked a year before starting instead of going straight from school like the rest of my class. Today was the the first time we’d be drawing a life model. Everyone was a little giddy & excited to see a naked person, we didn’t know whether it would be a man or a woman.

Bill our tutor said ‘morning everyone, this is Hazel’ and indicated the woman coming out of his office that adjoined the life room. The class was silent and the murmurs started as she made her way to the chair in the middle of the room. Hazel was a massive woman, her body was covered in a beautiful richly coloured kimono that she held closed. Her long brown hair was loosely pinned up, thick wavy strands escaped from either side of her head.

She smiled as she waddled to the centre of the room. She was about 5 foot 6 inches tall and I guessed in her mid twenties and though difficult to tell shrouded in silk as she was I guessed she was nearly 30 stone (420 pounds). I was sat at the front just to her right and in squirmed on my bench trying to hide my erection.

I saw what looked like curiosity mixed with disgust on my classmates faces, some smirked. I hadn’t made my preference for enormous women known to anyone there but I stared nearly open mouthed as this huge model shrugged off her kimono and sat in front of me.

Her pretty face was without makeup but her big green eyes had long dark lashes that needed no enhancement. Her tiny nose looked lost in the centre of her big round face, cheeks merging with the thick roll of fat around her neck. She had no discernible jawline and the merest crease showed where her chin was. Her dark red rosebud lips appeared constantly pursed when she wasn’t smiling.

She wiggled on the chair trying to get comfortable. Her skin was light olive as though she’d spent a few days in the sun. I dragged my eyes away from the biggest belly I’d ever seen, a navel deep and dark was like a slit in dough, just above the merest vertical crease at the bottom of her gut. A thick roll of blubber merged with her belly and her large tits oozed over it’s sides. Her nipples were erect surrounded by dark areoles.

She rested one chubby hand on her belly and leaned the other on the back of the chair. I nearly gasped watching the massive plush flab of her upper arm jiggle and settle. Bill pushed a padded footstool towards the mountainous model and said ‘could you put one foot on here Hazel’. She smiled and raised her left leg. Her huge thick thigh, covered in dimpled cellulite wobbled, and she slightly lifted her massive belly to raise her leg. She dropped it with a soft slap.

I gulped as I noticed a small roll of blubber crease at the back of her thigh above a thick rounded calf, that itself creased at her ankle. She had tiny feet and toes, fat creasing gently over each. ‘That’s great Hazel, keep that pose. Ok class off your go, half an hour then we’ll change the pose’.












Two

My classmate, John, on my left nudged me and whispered. ‘Ew!’ I shook my head and started drawing. I was inspired, my eyes greedily drinking in the curves, folds, bulges and creases of the most glorious woman I’d ever seen. My pencil and Conte crayons lovingly making an impression of my adoration on paper.

Every so often my eyes met Hazel’s and we smiled at each other, I felt my cheeks flush. ‘Good’ said Bill behind me ‘you show her inner beauty’. I blushed again as Hazel smiled at me. ‘Looks like you’re the opposite’ he said to John ‘like you’re drawing a monster’. Other students sniggered and it was Hazel’s turn to blush. ‘Are you warm enough? I can turn up that heater? Bill asked Hazel. ‘I’m fine, we’ll insulated’ said Hazel, her voice soft and high with a slight lisp. Her comment again drew sniggers from some.

‘OK!’ said Bill ‘new pose! Have a stretch Hazel’ he went round collecting our drawings. I was agog at Hazel as she stood, her thick apron of blubber slapped against her thighs as she stood with a soft grunt. She twisted her head, the fat around her neck bulging and creasing. She raised her arms and waggled her plush, pillowy bingo wings. I’d never seen bigger upper arms. While an FA from as early as I became aware of sexual attraction I’d never imagined being so aroused at the sight of massive flabby arms. Hazel’s were as thick as all the female students waists and her thighs thicker than their hips.

‘How long have you been modelling’ asked Carol one of the curvier female students. ‘Only about 6 months’ said Hazel, her voice making butterflies flutter on my stomach ‘this is only the second time’. ‘And you’re doing great’ said Bill, ‘could you stand like this? Only a short pose this one, I promise’. Bill forward putting both his hands on the back of the chair. ‘Not for long?’ said Hazel. ‘I promise’. Hazel assumed the pose.

‘Ok class, quick 10 minutes. Look for the shapes, imagine her skeleton under there, see what effect gravity has’. My god! Was he doing this just to turn me on? Hazel’s belly and boobs hung heavily down, swaying gently as the momentum of her movement ceased. Her upper arms folded flabbily over the dimples of her elbows.

The class drew furiously, my drawing exaggerated Hazel’s abundant curves in swirls of charcoal and conte, I drew her eyes big and sexy and staring right at me. ‘Wow! Dramatic!’ said Bill over my shoulder, he walked around the room offering criticism. ‘More! Look how her belly hangs! Look at those folds, deep creases, darker deeper!’ Hazel blushed I smiled at her and she smiled back and winked at me. ‘Hey!’ said John noticing ‘looks like hefty Hazel might fancy you!’ ‘Shut up!’ I said grinning. Hazel gave a soft chuckle.

‘And relax Hazel! Good! Ok last pose before lunch. Lying on the sofa please Hazel’ ‘Phew!’ she said and we all giggled. The old leather sofa creaked with the weight of the huge woman settling down. ‘One arm over the back, the other anywhere. Can I drape this over your legs?’ he said picking up the kimono, ‘sure’ she replied.

Hazel’s enormous belly spread over her lap and she rested her hand on the upper roll. ‘Great ok, half an hour, try some colour this time’. Using oil pastels my drawing was nearly an abstract of pinks and whites and ochre. The thickness of the pastel matched the succulent thickness of Hazel ‘s thick rolls of blubber. ‘Yes! I want to grab that drawing! Good!’ said Bill as I layered on more pastel. ‘OK! Lunch everyone, back in an hour!’

Most of the class scrambled off their benches, grabbed bags and headed for lunch. I said ‘I can collect all these Bill’ picking up drawings ‘great, Hazel if you get your things together I’ll show you where you can have lunch’ ‘lovely’ the obese model said and grunted heaving herself up. I glanced at her furtively, seeing her pull on her kimono and waddle towards Bill’s office. As she shut the door ‘eyes back in head’ Bill said making me jump. He was laughing as I stammered ‘sorry, no, I just, I was…’ ‘Go on now, off to lunch, she’ll be back later’ he laughed as I grabbed my bag and scurried out of the Life Room.


Three

Damn! Was I that obvious, I thought as I made my way to the lunch room. I saw a few of my classmates around a table eating lunch and talking. I grabbed a chair and pulled it up to the table ‘are you sure you want that biscuit Carol?’ said Jill a tall slender girl ‘you’ll end up as big as Hefty Hazel!’ I raised an eyebrow and a few chuckled ‘can you imagine letting yourself get that fat?’ Jill continued ‘disgusting! She must eat like a pig!’ Another girl add ‘did you see her thighs! They’re bigger than my hips! Huge!’ ‘And that belly! All that blubber!’ said another. ‘Can’t imagine she’s seen her fanny for years! Imagine fucking her! Like making love to a waterbed!’ ‘Hey!’ I said above their laughter.

They all looked at me still giggling. Carol said ‘he’s right, don’t be so nasty. Bet she can’t help being so fat, I’m sure she must be on a diet, trying to lose weight’. I shook my head ‘Carol’s right about being nasty but enough body shaming. I’m sure Hazel is happy with how she looks or she wouldn’t be modelling. There’s nothing wrong with a few curves’.

‘A few curves!’ said another skinny girl, Kay, ‘she’s more than curvy, she’s massive, obese!’ ‘Ok’ I said blushing and taking out a sandwich ‘eye of the beholder and all that’. ‘Wow! You coming out as a chubby chaser? An FA?’ said Jill. I swallowed a mouthful of sandwich and took a sip of water ‘what if I am?’ I said. They all laughed and sniggered, Carol frowned smiling and John just shook his head. ‘I can understand a guy liking curvy even plump girls but someone as fat as Hazel? That’s just weird!’ said Jill. Most nodded and Janet added ‘freaky! How can anyone find all that flab a turn on? Yuck!’ Jill gagged ‘all that wobbly blubber! Ew!’

I got up and left leaving them all retching and sniggering. ‘See you in there mate’ said John looking sad. As I walked away I thought ***, I’m not weird or freaky because I like fat women. And I don’t need or want pity. I sat in reception to finish my lunch. Hazel was gorgeous whatever my classmates thought, screw their prejudices. She was a sweet, sexy woman, sure 2 or 3 times the weight of my female classmates but 10 times more attractive!

No wonder FAs keep their preference quiet if that’s the reaction. Not everyone would react like that, I thought, people would see her beauty. Most people are live and let live aren’t they? I know I am. I remembered I had to let Bill know I had a dental appointment next week so I finished off my lunch quickly and headed off for the staff lunch room.

I heard laughing as I approached down the corridor and as I looked in through the open door was surprised to see Hazel sat with Bill and Arthur the ceramics tutor. Our eyes locked ‘oh, hi, I just, I need to….’ ‘You need to….. speak?’ said Arthur smirking always the one to have a friendly dig at his students. ‘Just erm Dentist next week Bill’. ‘Yes,yes fine’ he said. ‘Could I ask you a favour?’ he added. ‘Arthur and I just need to adjust our timetables. Would you show Hazel the way back to the Life Room? You ok to go back and get ready Hazel?’

‘Happy to’ I said, ‘sure’ said Hazel ‘thanks for the coffee’. She stood up holding her kimono closed and picked up her handbag. ‘Follow me’ I said as she shimmied sideways through the door her hips being too wide to fit through. ‘You’re a bit older than your classmates aren’t you?’ Hazel asked. I’d noticed a slight panting as we walked down the corridor, that and the soft hiss of her huge thighs rubbing together had me aroused without even seeing her as she waddled behind me. ‘Only a year or two’ I said ‘I’m 20, you can’t be much older?’ ‘That’s nice of you I’m 25. That’s years not stones’ she whispered and prodded me in the ribs.

Oh shit! She’s flirting with me! I giggled ‘I never… I didn’t…’ ‘I known I know’ she said ‘I’m only teasing. It’s just that guys who like a girl like me generally are very interested in my weight.’ ‘I’m not…, I don’t….’ I stammered. ‘You are and you do!’ I laughed ‘ok you got me, am I that obvious?!’ ‘Oh no, just the way you looked at me, almost licking your lips. Other guys can barely bring themselves to glance but you like all this. Does everyone know?’ ‘They didn’t, they do now!’ We both laughed. ‘Bet that was fun!’ she said. ‘Oh nothing’.

‘Would you like to get a drink after class?’ she asked. ‘Love to!’ ‘Great, somewhere local or do you want to keep it quiet, let none of your friends see us?’ ‘Everyone can see us, there’s a pub not far from the back gates.’ ‘Lovely, not too far me to waddle! And 28 by the way’. I frowned ‘28 what?’ ‘Stone’ she whispered and slapped my bum.

Four

After leaving Hazel at Bill’s office I went into the Life Room and took a seat. The rest of the class slowly drifted back from lunch. The girls sniggered and shook their heads at me, I grinned and shrugged. John took his seat next to me looking a bit sheepish. ‘You don’t really fancy her do you mate?’ he said quietly. I shook my head ‘I do really fancy her, mate’ I replied sarcastically. ‘Sorry it’s just Carol said if she knew you were desperate she could have set you up with one of her friends’. ‘

Jeez! John! I’m not desperate, I prefer big girls because I prefer big girls, not out of desperation. You prefer blondes don’t you?’ ‘Yeah, well that’s different’, ‘no, why, it’s not, it’s just a preference’. ‘But mate she’s fucking huge!’ ‘And?’ At that moment Bill came out of his office followed by Hazel. She smiled and winked at me, I smiled back. Jill saw us and pulled her face in showy disgust, I tried to ignore her.

‘Just one pose this afternoon then we’ll have a look what we’ve done. If you could just get comfy on the couch and leave your kimono on Hazel, let it drape anywhere it falls’. I watch Hazel sit, still in awe at how her fat creased and bulged, how aware she must be of all those extra inches and pounds, swinging, hanging belly, puffed up, flabby upper arms, massive blubbery thighs chafing against each other and vast fat arse lifting her up off and keeping her back away from any seat.

‘Ok class! Take your time, we have an hour. Look for contrast in texture, colour and form. We’ll have a break in 30 Hazel so you can stretch.’ As enamoured with her gorgeous body as I was my drawings of Hazel all had really striking faces. Her face was truly beautiful, I expected she’d had a lot of ‘oh such a pretty face (for a fat girl)’ type comments growing up.

This drawing seemed to really idealise her, eyes bigger, lips pouty, curves even curvier. Using light and shade I expressed the size & softness of her body. Made rolls and folds of blubber appear succulent, making the viewer want to touch & feel. ‘Lovely’ muttered Bill as he passed behind me. I exaggerated the difference between the folds of diaphanous, colourful silk of the kimono and Hazel’s thick, heavy rolls of flab.

At the half hour Hazel stood up and stretched her arms, I was hypnotised as her kimono sleeves rolled up over her arms exposing those delicious pillows of flab, I loved how they jiggle like balloons full jelly. She took a few steps to stretch her legs. Most of my classmates either chatted or stretched their own legs but I could not take my eyes off Hazel, especially when she moved.

As she turned there was so much movement all over her body. Her jowls/double chin/neck fat jiggled constantly, her arms pushed out from her body by their own fatness and the thick roll of blubber that circled from back to front. She wiggled her little fat fingers in the air. Her vast belly wobbled and undulated. Her thick fat covering her thighs quivered. Under the thin silk kimono I could see thick rolls of fat on her back jiggle and occasionally trap the silk between the lower roll and a deep butt shelf. I hadn’t had sight of Hazel’s naked bum yet due to where I was sat but under the silk I could tell it was beautifully round and absolutely huge.

Hazel was the first woman of anywhere near her size I’d ever seen. I’d had one girlfriend before but it only lasted a year, she was chubby and constantly dieting and though pretty with a sexy body and knew my attraction would wane if she lost any weight and I would not be being true to myself if I ‘settled’ for a chubby girl instead of looking for the huge fat girl I really wanted to be with.

The second half hour passed quickly and after Bill thanked her Hazel went into his office to get dressed and we went on a short break. Bill had stuck our drawings on the wall while we were out and was studying them. He went through them picking out elements and whole drawings he liked, offering tips and such. ‘Hazel’ he said, we hadn’t noticed her come back in the room ‘which do you like? Come closer’.

She made her way forward wide hips bouncing off and brushing against furniture and students. Hard to believe but she looked even bigger in clothes. She wore what I guessed was a sleeveless cotton dress, salmon pink with black pattern. It only reached just below the crest of her belly and flared out slightly. The dress was over what must have been the biggest size of black leggings stretched so tautly over her gut, thighs & bum. Stretched so thin that every crease and dimple could be seen. On her feet were gold ballet pumps.

She took a while to look over the drawings and pointing said ‘those two and that one’. There was a few giggles and a murmur, she’d picked two of mine & one of Jill’s. ‘Yes I can see why’ said Bill ‘those two really capture your being and that one is so light and abstract. Good, good! Thanks again Hazel. Right off you go, Hazel if you could just hang on I’ll sort out your fee’.


Four

‘I’ll see you there!’ I said to John & Carol (were they a couple? We never found out) as they left for the pub. Hazel was only a few minutes, she’d pulled on a denim jacket. I guessed it must have been stretch denim the way her massive upper arms stretched it out. She’d let her hair down too, shoulder length wavy chestnut brown with gold blonde streaks. ‘Recognise me fully clothed?’ she said with a grin. I must have blushed because she dug me in the ribs gently and said ‘joking!’

I grinned and said ‘ok then’. ‘Did you say it’s not far?’ ‘Only a couple of hundred yards past the back gates’. ‘Let’s go then, I’m thirsty!’ She set off down the corridor at a much slower pace than I usually walk but I was enjoying the view. Her massive hips nearly brushing the sides of the narrow corridor, her blubbery buttocks jiggling and the soft swish of her huge Lycra covered thighs rubbing against each other with every short step.

‘Sorry’ she panted, ‘what for?’ ‘Slowing you down. I bet you walk really fast with those long legs. How tall are you?’ ‘6,3 no it’s fine there’s no rush’. ‘Wow 6,3!’ We’d arrived at the back door, ‘oh!’ Hazel said ‘I didn’t come in this way’. I suddenly caught on the doors at the front of the building were double doors, the back was a single door. ‘Er shall we go back?’ I asked. ‘No, no. It’l be further to the pub then won’t it?’ ‘I guess so’. ‘We’ll manage, hold that for me will you?’ she said giving me her bag.

‘This is going to be tight’ she said and after opening the door outwards she moved sideways to the door. ‘You look like you’ve done this before’ I said trying to hide my excitement of being with a girl too big to fit through doorways. She looked at me grinning ‘I’m getting used to it. And try to seem like you’re not enjoying this too much!’ I smiled, ‘can I do anything, help?’ She grunted softly as she pulled in her belly with her hands and turned slightly to squeeze one buttock past the doorframe. She leaned slightly outwards using gravity on her bulk to slide her second enormous buttock over the doorframe.

‘Whoof!’ she grunted on the other side of the door ‘if you’re going to go out with me you better get used to that happening.’ Was I really going out with a 28 stone woman? An obese woman of my dreams? I passed her bag to her as she straightened her clothes. ‘I can tell you’ve never been close to a girl as big as me have you?’ ‘No but I always wanted to, dreamed of’. ‘Woah! Big guy not ready for ‘dream date’ just yet. We’ve only just met’ she smiled however and took my hand in hers.

‘Sorry I’m just a bit…’ I said, ‘stop saying sorry, we’re only going for a drink. Look, you obviously are attracted to me and I admit I’m attracted to you but let’s take it easy. What happens happens, ok?’ ‘Sure’ I replied and squeezed her fat hand. ‘How did you know which drawings were mine by the way?’ I asked. ‘I didn’t but I could see two of the drawings I picked were drawn by someone who appreciated this’ she replied slapping her belly. ‘I do think you have a gorgeous body, so voluptuous & super curvy.’ She squeezed my hand and smiled, blushing.





It felt so easy to talk to her about her body because I’d seen it in all it’s blubbery quivering glory. ‘Have been modelling long?’ ‘Only a few months, since