I was walking to work yesterday when from behind me I heard someone
call out my name. I turned to look thought the morning rush crowd but I didn't
see anyone I knew so I kept on walking. Two blocks later I hear this puffing
sound of a girl almost completely out of breath. "`Gary, wait up." she
huffed. "Didn't you hear me call you?"

       Standing in front of me was a very fat blonde girl with big brown eyes.
I must have had a stupid expression on my face because she started laughing
and that's when I remembered her. She was an ex-class mate from high school.
I hadn't seen her in ten years. Back then she was a cheerleader with all the
jocks running after her, all of them except me. I guess most guys would have
killed for a date with her after all she was gorgeous to say the very least.
Long honey blonde hair, large brown eyes, small patrician nose and a perfect
mouth complete with pouting full lips. She stood five feet five inches tall,
and about 120 pounds. She had smaller breasts than the other girls on the
cheerleading squad so the team called her "Tiny Bubbles."

       "Sandi, I can't believe it! It's been too many years since I've seen
you."

       "You didn't recognize me did you, Gary. I should be offended but under
the circumstances I'll forgive you?" She said with a giggle in her voice.

       "You look unbelievably gordgeous, and I mean every word of that."
I said, with complete sincerity. I didn't want to stare at her but I was
doing just that. I couldn't believe it, here was Sandi just like I had
fantasized about her in High School, in the flesh. She had ballooned up to
about 500 pounds and her breasts weren't so small anymore, I bet each one
weighed about 10 pounds. The pink silk blouse she was wearing was stretched
tight across her chest, straining the buttons. Damn, she looked good! Her
jeans clung to huge round hips. She wore her hair a little differently, a
bit longer and fuller. Her brown eyes flashed as she talked. Sandi had
turned into a real beauty.

       But as fabulous as her full figure was, it was her vivacity that
now held my attention. She was glowing, vibrant and gushing with news.

       "I need to talk to you about the High School class reunion next
 month. You are going aren't you?"

       "Reunion? Wow, I guess it has been ten years. Well I'm not sure,
I didn't known about it so I haven't given it thought. Maybe we can have lunch
later and talk about it. I know a great little corner cafe just around the
corner from here." I said trying not to sound too eager.

       "I know the place, great food. We can meet there about 11:30, would
that be okay?" As she talked she shifted her weight and her whole body
jiggled for a moment or two.

       "Perfect. I'll see you then." I stood there and watch her large
gelatin like body bounce as she walked away from me towards her car. A soft
moan came up from deep inside of me. I was beginning to feel a lustful
yearning that until now I have never experience before.

       After a large lunch we talked about the reunion and I told her I
would go if she went with me, she agreed.  We chatting and caught up on
each others past.

       The night of the reunion came and Sandi was coming to my house for
drink before we went. I was anxious to see what she was going to wear
tonight. We had been seeing each other ever since lunch that one afternoon
but we hadn't had sex yet, but I was hoping that tonight would be the night.

       I had heard her car pull into the driveway so I was standing at the
front door waiting for her. I loved to watch her walk, almost hypnotic. She
was wearing a red satin evening gown that looked like every roll of fat on her
body was fighting for freedom.

       We had killed about twenty minutes making small talk and drinking a
glass of wine when she noticed my old High School Yearbooks on book case. As
she stood up to go over and look at them she stumbled.

       I  caught her, with my hands at her waist. Her cheeks flushed and the
redness was spreading down her neck and throat and into the vee of pale flesh
exposed by the cut of her satin gown.

       She put her hands on either side of my face and kissed me.
Her breath was sweetly laced with the wine and her lips were taut and
urgent. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I had to bend to maintain
the kiss because of her huge breasts.

       I tried to put my arms all the way around her and press her up and
against me but I could only pull her to me by the large rolls on her side.
Her breasts, so huge and full, were crushed against me. I ran my hands up
and down her back, feeling her layers of fat rolls that draped around her.
Then I reached down and caressed her ass, one hand to a cheek. Her hips
were so wide and her butt so warm and soft that I was momentarily taken
aback. it was almost like squeezing a huge marshmellow.

       When she finally broke the kiss, she leaned back in my arms,
otherwise remaining pressed against me and letting me support some of
her weight. Her eyes were closed and there was a small smile on her
flushed face.

      "I have wanted to do that since High School," she said. "and I've
wanted you to do that, too." Her eyes opened. "Did you know that?"

       I shook my head no.

     "One of the things I liked best about you was that you never tried to
come on to me."

       Again, I shook my head.

     "And now I know why." She said with a wicked little grin.

     She brought one hand up and quickly unzipped her gown, it fell to the
ground. The bra she wore wasn't meant to be sexy. It was meant to contain and
support breasts of this magnitude. It wasn't containing them, though. Her tits
swelled up and around the edges of the cotton, creamy swells of billowy pale
flesh that was just tinged with a flush of arousal. And that made it a sexy
damn bra!

       I swallowed.

       Her fingers went to the clasp between the two overflowing cups. Her
fingers moved. The clasp released. The bra slid back partly, unable to
deal with the pressure of her large breasts. She was shimmying her shoulders
and the bra was opening wider and wider. As she shook the cups fell back
from her breasts. They were monumental.

      Then I bent slightly and began kissing and licking her magnificently
excessive tits, I bent and licked her shoulders, then down her arm. I trilled
my tongue in the hollow of her elbow and watched the goosebumps rise and
felt her shiver. Then I went to work on her breasts.

      I licked the underswells of each gorgeously curved mound and then kissed
along the outer edge. Then I moved my tongue around and around, slowly, on
each breast, working closer to each nipple and never ... quite... reaching it.
My saliva had coated the pale flesh of her mountainous breasts and her nipples
swelled huge in response to being left out of the treatment.

      Her aureoles were no larger than twenty-five cent pieces, making them
oddly tiny in proportion to the her tits, but the nipples themselves were
outstanding. They swelled up and out, stretching easily three-quarters of an
inch and as thick as pencil erasers.

      Her hands had come up to either side of my head and she was trying to
force my mouth onto her nipples. I let her -- but my mouth draped over each
one, open, and I withheld my tongue, so no matter how much she pressed my
face into the firm, fragrant abundance, her nipples were untouched.

     She was moaning for me to attend to them, but I had another idea. I
figured with such huge, gorgeous breasts she probably had her nipples
grabbed by every moron who got his digits near them. I also figured that
absence makes the nipple grow harder. So I stayed completely away from
touching her nipples.

  It made her crazy.

  She made me crazy.

    "Put your arms around my neck," I whispered -- mostly because my
voice wasn't working quite right at that moment -- and she complied
willingly.

     "Where's the bedroom?" She breathed and pulled her mouth close to my ear.
Her tongue, wet and serpentine, wriggled into my ear. "Bed?" Her breath was
fire on me.

     "Buh," was all I could say as I led her down the hall and into the
bedroom. She layed in a huge pink mound across my king sized bed. I ripped
off my clothes then climbed on top of her and I vaguely remember a hoarse cry
escape from my lips as we both came in an explosive orgasm.

     Later that night at the reunion when Sandi and I entered together all
eyes were on us. At first the room went silent then one by one everyone
started chatting again.

     I guess the real kicker of the evening was that Sandi and I were
voted "Most happiest couple," if only they knew just how happy we were.

     That was a few years ago not much has changed except Sandi and I
are married now and the fact that I've stopped wishing there were more
guys like me that liked fat women.
 
             If there were, I might not have met Sandi.
 
                                    The End