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Not so Tiny Bubbles
by Carolyn Owens

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 gorgeous, 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 marshmallow.

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 boobies 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 nozzles 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 mad 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 laid 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

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