I've always had a thing for bigger girls. In my teens I kept my crushes secret from my friends, because nobody went for the girls I liked, the plumper, curvier girls at school. The slim, conventionally pretty girls were fine but I liked a girl who was thicker.
As I got older I got more confident about my love of voluptuous women. I lost my virginity to a curvier girl and most of my sexual partners were thick girls.
So when my editor asked me if I knew who Whitney Thore was, the answer was of course "yes". I'd liked her video and appreciated the confidence she had, I even watched some of her show. She was a little bigger than the normal girl I went for, but she was fun, cute and quite pretty.
Interviewing her was a big deal and it was arranged that I'd meet her at a dance class she was taking. This seemed cool but the day before I flew out it was dropped on me that I had to take part myself. This was not something I was happy about, most of my dancing is done in private or when I'm too drunk to care, dancing with other people, sober, was not my idea of fun. However, the boss felt it would be a good angle for the story.
I threw a pair of shorts and a vest into my bag, my only exercise clothes which I used to jog as part of my attempts to lose weight myself.
Telling my friends about the dancing part was met with howls of laughter and this echoed in my mind as I flew out to North Carolina to meet her. Due to a prior engagement I wasn't getting any prep time with Thore and the lesson would be the first time I met her.
The following morning I caught a cab to the centre that hosted her lessons and nervously entered the building. Asking at reception I was told where to go and on arrival found four women waiting, all of them on the plumper side and all wearing exercise clothing.
"Hi, um, I'm here to for the Big Girl's dance class?" I asked sheepishly.
"Well, y'all is in the right place!" Said a curvacious black woman with big, melon like breasts which strained against a spandex top.
"Um, okay, is Whitney here yet?" I tried to avoid ogling the bodies of the four voluptuous women around me, their workout clothes clinging to every curve of their bodies. I was in big girl lover heaven.
"She out the back, getting ready."
I thanked the black girl, let my eyes take one last glance at those barely contained breasts and headed the way she had indicated. I knocked on the door and received a "Yes?"
Misinterpreting this I pushed the door open and was confronted with a barely dressed reality star.
"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL?!" Whitney screeched but I didn't react.
I was far too busy gawping at her half naked body, clearly getting changed, she was just in her underwear. A pair of pink, heart covered knickers were stretched across her large, wide arse and a matching bra kept her surprisingly small breasts covered. Between the two was a large white belly which I just wanted to kiss and squeeze.
"He-llo?!" She said in a sing song voice.
"I'm hear to cover you." I blurted. "Sorry, I mean, I'm the journalist covering the lesson."
"Chris, right?" She asked, smiling.
"Uh, yeah."
"Well it's nice meeting you, Chris," before adding, with a giggle "You're cuter in person!"
I blushed a little.
"So are you" I added without thinking.
"I did get the impression that you liked the view, but if you don't mind stepping out so I can change? Or is this going to be a very in depth interview?"
"Oh, sorry. I'll leave you to it." And with that I ducked out of the room.
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A few minutes later my cheeks had just about stopped burning as Whitney emerged in tight leggings and an exercise top that clung snuggly to her curves. To me, she looked pretty damn good.
"I am so sorry, I thought when you said 'yes' you meant come in, not asking a question." I was babbling a little, but she understood what I meant.
"It's fine, sweetie." She said with a big smile. "Just a misunderstanding."
I smiled, hoping we could put this behind us.
"So, I thought I'd join you for a session and then we could go grab a bite after, then do the interview?"
"That sounds good. I'm always hungry after a good workout!" She nodded to the room she'd just left. "This is the only real changing room, so why don't you hop in and change? I'll talk to the girls and get stuff ready to go!"
With that she bounded off, I was impressed by the energy she had and the grace of her movements. Despite her size she bounced across the room and I watched that mammoth arse jiggle with every move.
Inside the changing room my mood took a turn. It had been a while since I'd last worn this stuff and since then I'd somehow shrunk them, or else I'd never noticed how snug they were. The waistline was fine, but the crotch was ridiculously tight and looking at myself in the mirror I was all too aware of the bulge in the front of my shorts.
The vest was a little too tight too, clinging to my beer belly and cut low enough to show a small patch of chest hair. My arms were far from toned and staring at myself I felt ugly and fat. I was petrified of embarrassing myself and imagined the girls laughing at me as I huffed and puffed my way through the session. I jogged, but this was a whole other thing. I was miles out of my comfort zone.
I couldn't put it off anymore though and joined the session. As I walked out the girls were warming up, Whitney was stretching, bent forward her wide arse aimed right at me, it made for an appealing sight and I took the chance to enjoy it. Obviously the other girls noticed as there was quite a bit of giggling.
"Ladies, this is Chris." Whitney said straightening and turning to me. Her eyes dropped over my body, lingering on my crotch for a few seconds. "He's gonna join us, so make sure you make him welcome. Chris, allow me to introduce the girls-"
She took my arm and lead me to each girl in turn, starting with the black girl I'd spoken to before.
"This is Tywanda." I smiled and found my eyes drawn, irresistibly, to Tywanda's cleavage. Her large dark tits looked so inviting and I found myself picturing them free of the tight, restricting clothes.
"Nice to meet you."
Next was Ashley, a chubby blonde and the smallest of the group. She had rather large arse and a bit of a belly, but like Tywanda her major asset were her gigantic, heavy breasts. Maria was a hispanic girl with wide hips, small and rather perky tits, and a gorgeous arse that seemed to be crying out to be squeezed.
Last of the group was Gabrielle, who was easily the most attractive. She was taller than the others, and apart from Ashley the smallest. She had wide hips and a fat, juicy arse and while her tits were smaller than Tywanda's she still boasted an impressive set and I used her chest tattoo as an excuse to take a longer look.
I would have felt guilty, but I was all too aware that as every girl was introduced they all took a long look at my crotch, and everyone appeared to like what they saw.
After this we started warming up, doing stretches and getting loosened up. The wall at the front was mirrored and this allowed me new angles to watch the girls. As we leant forward my eyes found Tywanda's canyon like cleavage but then Whitney's arse, a few feet in front of me stole my attention.
God, it was huge! I wondered if she could even fuck doggystyle due to how much it stuck out, and knew I wouldn't mind testing it out to see if it was possible. I could imagine that when bare and infront of you that arse was even better and I yearned to squeeze, slap and kiss that fat arse.