Warning: this story contains scenes of urolagnia, particularly that of drinking urine: if this does not appeal to you, stop reading now!
My name's Axil, I'm 54-years old, and everything about me is pretty much average, except for the fact that my sexual preference is for fat women, oh, and I'm Autistic, but as with most of us, you probably wouldn't realize if I didn't say anything about it...
As fate would serve me that day, when I saw the nail, it was too late: I stepped on it and knew I had better go to the emergency room to get a tetanus shot!
I hadn't seen her in something like 15-years, but I recognized the nurse who gave me the booster shot: she was 38 and her name was Marta, she was originally from Poland. She was at one time married to someone I had been very close to, except at 36, he got remarried to a very insecure 20-year-old woman that was jealous of my friendship with him.
Marta was never a small lady, but she had put on more weight since the last time I'd seen her: she had gained some 200 lbs., making her about 5' 4" (163 cm), 350 lbs. (159 Kg): I found her body incredibly thrilling!
I wanted to say something, but she was clearly ashamed of her current size, and I think she also assumed that I was still friends with her ex, so she hurried out of the room just as soon as she was done.
Anyway, I was at the grocery store the next time I saw her: she was wearing a pair of jeans that showed off the way her superfluous belly hung over her ample thighs.
"Marta!"
She pretended not to hear me and started heading in the other direction.
Ditching my shopping cart, I hurried over to her, "Hey, please don't go..."
"Why, so you can tell Jeremy about how fat I've gotten?" she hissed.
"He's an asshole: I don't talk to him anymore..."
"Why not?"
"It's a long story, but I can't stand the precious little princess he just married..." I couldn't help noticing that she flinched at those words.
"Yeah, whatever!"
I took her hand, "I've really missed you... Can I take you to lunch?"
"Oh, sure..." she rolled her eyes and turned away.
"No, seriously..."
"But I've gotten so ugly an' fat..."
"To be quite honest, I like you better like this--a lot better!"
"You, you do?"
"You're either gunna believe me or not, but..." we were still holding hands, "I... well, ya see... Damnit Marta, I always thought you were cute, but now... Well, I've suddenly realized I'm totally smitten with you!" I get this way sometimes, but I was now obsessed with everything about her, as if someone had thrown a switch and activated it.
With her classic dark Slavic features, her eyes in particular, she was reminding me of the Moët & Chandon, Dry Impérial Champagne poster created by Alphonse Mucha in 1899. Her slight double chin, pouty little mouth and aquiline nose were so ideal, that, before I knew it, I had a raging hard-on for her.
She never said anything, but a blush came over her face when she saw the tent-pole that had sprouted up in my pants, this in turn, made me glow red as well.
Trying to play it off, she then asked, "So, where'd you like to have lunch?"
It was after we'd been dating about three months one hot summer night while listening to Brazilian jazz from the 1930's, the crickets outside her living room window were chirping happily as I brushed then braided her long brown hair into a ponytail.
She was wearing a thin gauzy white tee shirt, and I found myself becoming overly fascinated by the sweat that was trickling down her expansive back and arms. The thought of tasting its saltiness was becoming an obsession, so finally, after deliberating about it for over two weeks, I worked up the nerve to admit, "I love you Marta..."
"I love you too..."
"Can I make love to you?" I asked, first kissing then licking her neck and ears.
"But..."
"How much longer do we have to wait?"
"W'll?" she started hemming and hawing, "But, you, I..."
"I want to see your body..." I slid my hand up under her shirt to caress her damp back and sides, "All this fat of yours excites me little girl..."
"It does?"
"Please baby?"
"I've wanted you for so long Axil..." she murmured reaching around to my groin, "My god, you're so hard!"
"Well," I chuckled, "wha'ja think I was gunna be?"
Turning around, she pulled my face down to hers and stared into my eyes a long time before kissing me using her tongue. We had kissed before, but nothing quite like this: my chest felt heavy with a great longing to be with her forever. Every inch of my body felt electrified with a cool tingly sensation that danced over my skin.
"YIKES!" I winced: she had made me so hard that I had to readjust myself; my erection was pulling a few pubic hairs.
"Sorry... but I always had to really work to ever get 'asshole' to stay hard..."
"I not compainin', but if ya haven't noticed, I ain't him..."
"Sorry... I just... well... I've never really enjoyed sex..."
"Ever?"
"I like my vibrator..." she tittered nervously.
"Well, hopefully I can give you a better experience!" I winked with a devilish smirk, quickly shedding my clothes.
"Oh, my... you..." she giggled "you're dripping!" the tip of my cock stood some six inches from her chin, "Is, is that nor-normal?" she asked, then sucked the oozing gob of semen into her mouth.
"It is for me..." I nodded with a shiver of delight before peeling her blouse over her head.
She tried to shield herself from my lascivious gaze by crossing her arms over her chest.
"Don't do that, I want see your body!" I smiled, standing her up and pulling her arms down so that I could unfasten the hooks that were in the front of her bra. Her beasts were probably a C-cup, which is kind of small for such a large woman: mind you, I'm not complaining at all, because I like what I saw--a lot!
I let her skirt fall to the floor but left her panties on for a time because I found myself entranced by the way the fabric was stretched so tightly around her bulging stomach, hips, and bottom.
