Connor watched in awe as the parade of bulging, plump, curvaceous flesh jiggled, flexed and strutted down the runway. There were big, beautiful women in glimmering dresses, shiny leather, body hugging latex and softest satin. Their glamorous outfits showed off their
dummy thicc
bodies to all in attendance.
Many were BBWs with extra pounds in all the right places. Some were exceptionally tall women who were rail thin, like most models. Then there were the bodybuilder types. Those were the ones Connor was into, especially when they had
something extra
.
Several of the muscular Futa models he followed on social media were taking part in the event tonight. That's why Connor didn't mind paying the ridiculous coverage charge to get into the show. When would he get another chance to be this close to such devastating beauties?
His mouth hung open as he watched Liana Hale stalk down the stage. Her strong arms and powerful thighs extended from the skimpy, scarlet, spaghetti-strap dress she was wearing. Liana's hair was dyed azure blue and her face was painted to match. She wore a steely gray rubber choker and glossy gray latex gloves that trailed all the way up her forearms.
White, thigh-high leather boots drew all eyes to Liana's amazon legs. The shiny material crept a few inches above her knees, barely containing the bottoms of her massive thighs. Between that and the bulge she was proudly sporting in the front of her dress, Connor's mouth was watering.
Right behind her was Melanie Walker; a stunning red-head and another well-built Goddess. Her shoulders, back and leg muscles rippled around her strapless purple dress. Her statuesque legs were framed by silky stockings, flowing down into black high heels. Her bulge was equally prominent, stubbornly sticking out at her crotch despite the effort she'd gone to tuck her massive cock into a thong below her eveningwear.
Next to a lovely Giantess like Liana or Melanie, Connor felt completely overwhelmed and helpless. That was the appeal, of course. He'd long admired women who were as tall and strong as they were beautiful. In recent years, the emergence of Futanari and the growing popularity of women joining their ranks only added to the mystique of what was, in his mind, the perfect female dominant.
Both women towered over his five foot, eight inch height. Was that the primary reason he'd developed a fascination with larger women? The almost comedic taboo of a large-and-in-charge female with a smaller man? Was it the stark contrast between their burly feminine frames and his thin male body?
Or was it something in his past? The domineering demeanor of a loving, but overbearing mother. The early experiences of puberty when a certain bigger female classmate, unable to manage her budding feelings, resorted to expressing her affection through bullying. Whatever the reasons, Connor's predilections were now set in stone.
He was handsome enough; a young man with thick blonde hair and a fit body. He had a well toned physique from a youth and early adulthood spent learning a valuable trade. Any woman would be lucky to land someone so cordial and hard working. But most women wanted a taller man. And he could hardly blame them, since he desired a taller and stronger woman, himself.
Connor knew that Liana and Melanie were friends from their interactions online. They often appeared at plus size fashion shows like this one together. They regularly attended fetish parties and kink themed strong-woman events. Wherever they went, they raised awareness for Futa empowerment, encouraging women to follow their example and men to grovel at their feet.
He watched with rapt attention as the twin, gloriously hung she-hulks proceeded down the aisle, posed, then turned and strutted back behind the curtain. Once they and the other bulky shemales had their turn, he quickly lost interest. The other women were nice, but he hadn't bought a ticket to see them. The musical acts, product demos and hors d'oeuvres didn't entice him either.
Connor exhaled a wistful sigh before getting up and heading to the bar.
* * * * *
"Something else, sir?"
"I'll have another."
It was an open bar. Might as well take advantage of it. The dark skinned man in the white dress shirt and snazzy red vest re-filled his mug and placed it in front of him. Connor nodded in thanks before lifting it to his lips and taking a sip.
The man behind the counter was the only person he'd spoken to all night. Connor knew he didn't fit in here. He was wearing a simple button down shirt and slacks. That was as fancy as his clothes got unless he was going to a wedding, in which case he rented something. Everyone else was dressed in expensive suits and elegant dresses. He'd gotten more than a few odd looks from fashionistas who were probably wondering what he was doing there.
"Good evening, sir."
A voice cut in from the right, rising over the din of chatter in the background. Connor glanced over to see a man in one of those dapper suits leaning against the bar and looking directly at him.
"Hey" Connor responded, nodding in acknowledgment.
"If you don't mind, I was hoping I could have a word." The tall, fit, medium build man had deep blue eyes and slicked back hair of deepest black.
"You already are" Connor pointed out before taking another drink from his thick, glass mug.
The man chuckled as he reached into his suit. "Alright, I'll skip to the point." He pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Connor. "Spencer Owens. I represent Miss Hale and Miss Walker."
Connor half-coughed as the drink caught in his throat. He set down the glass and turned to Spencer, his interest piqued. He took the business card and studied it briefly. Spencer was a talent agent and manager who offered a variety of professional services.
"No kidding? Lucky you! Though it must be hard getting work done around such gorgeous women."
"It might be if I was into women" Spencer replied with a grin. "What's your name?"
"Connor."
"And your profession?"
"I'm a pipe fitter" he answered proudly.
"Wow" Spencer replied with a snort. "That's a little on the nose."
Connor's brow furrowed in confusion. "What's your interest in me?"
The Rod Serling look-alike held up his hands defensively. "Relax, I'm not hitting on you. On the contrary, I'm here because I noticed you enjoyed a very specific part of the show."
The young man's cheeks turned a slight shade of red and he turned away from the talent agent. He looked at the rows of booze lining the wall as he responded. "Yeah... so?"
"It's obvious they're your type and that's why we're talking right now. Managing power lifting Futa models is no easy task. I don't just book their gigs and keep them on schedule. I see to their
recreational
needs as well. Liana and Mel are busy women. They're also, for lack of a better word,
insatiable
. At the end of a busy day, they like some companionship."
Connor could barely believe this conversation was real, though he certainly liked where it was going. He turned to Spencer again, his curiosity as aroused as his loins had been during the show. "Don't women as popular as Liana and Melanie have boyfriends?"
Spencer laughed, amused by his old fashion sensibilities. "Mel does, but her guy is out of town and it's an open relationship. Liana did until a couple days ago, but her man broke up with her. I hope this isn't too presumptuous of me to say, since I don't know you personally, but not
every
