Chapter 01 -- In Search for Mrs. Smith
- She is ENORMOUS...
I got more attentive, as I was half participating in a group conversation among fellow students.
Since as long as I can remember I have been attracted to large ladies. Any mention of "enormous", fat, chubby, corpulent, huge, big, voluptuous, rotund, full figure and obese immediately gets my attention. So I was very interested...
- She is enormous, her arms are like my thighs, each of her buttocks is bigger than my own ass; her calves are bigger than my thighs; I couldn't see her thighs hidden by her long dress, but I imagine they were three times the size of mines; and her breasts!!... hidden behind a very respectable lady outfit but that I could feel when she gave me a hug as I left, they are very, very big!
Steve was taking about one of those host ladies. In this little college town, a bunch of nice ladies had decided to invite those who were not going back home on weekends, to a lunch on Sunday. It was the start of the program. Steve had staid this weekend and through the luck of the draw, he had ended with this lady.
- How was it otherwise?...
- Oh it was very nice, said Steve. This lady is a widow and her children are living far away. She is an excellent cook and a good conversationalist; very proper but fun in her own way. The only thing is that I was scared she would suffocate me when she gave me the hug I mentioned before.
... laughs from the crowd...
- So you will not go back?...
did I say.
- Oh yes I will, I don't think any other lady can match up her food...
Then a conversation ensued about the merits and faults of each hostess.
I was actually bumped as I was hoping Steve would give up on her, and I was ready to stay over the next weekend to enjoy meeting Mrs. Smith. It would have been an incredible opportunity for me who was used to spot any "large" ladies and take a reservoir of mental pictures but had never had the chance to actually be longer than five minutes with one.
It was particularly tough as Steve lived far away and was going to be on campus every weekend until Thanksgiving. So I was left with just dreams about Mrs. Smith, going to sleep with her imaginary figure.
Even back then, 40 years ago, it was not really cool to lust after old fat ladies, and I was not about to come out of the closet. So even though I wanted a lot more details, it was difficult to ask questions to give more reality to my dreams. Still whenever the subject came, I was trying to subtly probe Steve.
This way I learned that Mrs Smith was around 5.8; that she weighed in excess of 300lbs but with the information not coming from an expert, it could have been a lot less or a lot more. Still with the basic description he gave, it sounded like Mrs Smith was at least that much. He also estimated that she was in her early fifties.
Steve was the scientific type, observing and reporting on the topic of Mrs. Smith. It was the "Guinness book of records aspect" that interested him. Our other friends didn't have much interest in the topic, so he ended up confiding to me who was so willing to give him an attentive ear.
He told me about her hips overflowing 5 inches on each side of a regular kitchen chair. Her back which was 10 inches from the chair if she was sitting straight because of the space needed for her monstrous ass.
He didn't seemed to be aroused by her except maybe by her breasts. He would try to sneak a peak in her cleavage whenever she wore an open outfit; which didn't happen very often as she was more on the reserved side. He talked about what seemed to be an endless cleavage... chuckles... between two very milky white heavy breasts.
And there I was, taking Mrs. Smith to be with me at night, adding details as they came in, her big thighs, her thick calves, her round shoulders, her huge breasts...
He also told me of the very few wrinkles for a woman that age. That's probably what made him think her just a little bit younger that what she was as I later learned.
I desperately wanted to meet her, and it became my goal to do that. At first I didn't say anything to Steve, and managed to learn where she lived. I took the habit of walking around her place which was about 25 minutes away, but without any luck. I also went to the stores nearby; I saw several full figure ladies but they didn't seem to match Mrs. Smith's description.
Then as Steve kept talking to me about her, I managed to say that I'd love to see her to confirm what he had told me about her. We made it a conspiracy; and looked for a way to do that. There was no easy way which would have seemed natural, like knocking at her door and him saying "Hello Mrs. Smith, here is my friend Mitch who wants to check on the size of your chest and the amplitude of your rear end"... no that would not work!
He told me about the store also, same one I had checked before. We went together, at times when he thought she was there. That didn't work either. We couldn't really camp out in the store.
We had an idea of taking a picture of her. He could tell her that he wanted to take her picture to show her parents the very nice lady who welcomed him into her home and was feeding him great meals on Sundays. We got the camera, and the next weekend he was ready.
When we met again on Monday, I eventually asked him how it went as he was not volunteering any information.
