I am one of those women who are designated by others as being "pleasingly plump." I have just passed my twentieth birthday, my name is Allison Porter, and I live in Destin, Florida. My parents are normal, wonderful people who live in Texas and who I thought to be the dumbest inhabitants of the planet until I had an opportunity to get out in the world and discover what real flakes and nuts are like.
Early on, that being the seventh grade, I had to face the fact that genes had more impact on my appearance than anything else. At that stage in life no matter how attractive anyone is, all your friends grab that one thing that's odd or different about you and play on it till they drive you away or make you crack. Mine was being heavier or 'plump.'
Well, I didn't break under peer pressure. As I stare at myself in the mirror I see a young woman five feet and seven inches tall, weighing around 150 pounds, with short, curly black hair and living inside what they call an hourglass figure. Once I hated this body; now I love it. I'm not really fat anywhere, just nice and...well...plump. My arms are full but not pudgy, my hips are broad and sexy, and my legs are big but again, not outsized. My thighs are pretty, firm, and my calves are curved and shapely, coordinated with the rest of my body. You could say that I've got really powerful legs.
I really have fun with my breasts. I'm what they call a BBW, a big-breasted woman. Yeah...I love 'em, too! My boobs don't stand out high on my chest like I once wished they did. They're big and heavy and full; I've got pretty cleavage because my boobs are close together, but they round out to the side so that they touch my arms. My nipples are large and very dark brown. Details? Okay, my bra size is a 34EE. Happy now?
Guess I'm a little bit odd, too, since I have facial hair that starts its growth about halfway between my mouth and my ears and grows longer until it pretty much covers my ears. I really enjoy it. It creates a different and intriguing appearance to my face. And you might as well know, too, that about three years ago I started letting the hair grow under my arms. Just wanted to see what it looked and felt like.
I'm glad I did. It feels and looks so sexy to me. It's long and dark black and heavy like the fur on my face, and since I have good posture it shows in front of my arms when I wear sleeveless blouses and sweaters. I did have trouble in high school, but I just covered it whenever possible. I had an okay dating schedule, and there were some boys who liked it. When I went out with them on dates I let them play with it...and with other things. Who would ever have thought that would make my dates happy? The underarm foliage, I mean. Still, I thought I resembled a hog and whatever enjoyment I could have had during those years...well, I had conned myself out of it.
Yes, to answer your questions ahead of time, now I look good in shorts and I wear them often. Yes, I have shaved my bush partially, sorta like a crew cut down there; the fur on my lips is short and I manicure it in the same fashion to about three inches above my pussy. And yes, I do have what my dates have called a "delicious little roll" around my middle when I wear a cut-off blouse and jeans or short shorts.
My navel has that plump look around its edges, and that gets me excited, too. Since last year when I had it pierced and a ring inserted, I usually wear a pendant there. I like the feel of the pendant swinging across my skin, and on dates I enjoy having my friends play with it if they want to.
But this is out of order. Here I am happy and enjoying me when that's so different from how I once was. And you don't even know what happened.
My mother and dad understood my unhappiness and realized two things: I needed a dose of reality about myself, and that couldn't happen around our home in Galveston. Mom had a sister, Jeannette Wilder who is about ten years younger than she at fifty. She and her husband Adrian live here in Destin, they are really neat people, and she and Dad thought that I needed to come live here. My aunt and uncle had been urging me to come visit, anyhow, so they talked and I was shipped off to Destin here.
Best thing that could have happened to me.
My aunt and uncle are not exactly your average pair of wings, if you get what I mean. I had always liked them, but when I got here I was testy and acting as if they were going to offer me up as a sacrifice to some odd sun-and-sand god.
When I arrived at the Mobile airport Jeannette was the first one I saw, and I thought I'd fall over. She wasn't nude or anything... actually, she was wearing a sleeveless blue denim blouse and tight white jeans with black high-heel western boots. She had no bra on and had fastened only the two shirt buttons just above her belt; she had rather small breasts but her blouse kept opening and I could see her tanned curves and pretty nipples. Uncle Adrian wore a golf shirt and walking shorts, and it was obvious that he exercised regularly. He had a pretty body.
I was acting like I had a case of the hives, so after a few efforts to make me feel at home Adrian smiled at her, then me, and started in on my reverse training.
"'Nette," he said, addressing my aunt, "Allison obviously has a case of the red ass. Best thing for us to do is head on out. Allison," he said sort of absentmindedly, "you follow along if you want to. Here's our address if you get lost before we get to the car."
He smiled at me as if he'd discovered a secret he could not wait to see on the 5 o'clock news. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"You oughta know, however, that taxis are very expensive here. It's going to be cheaper if you ride with us."
With that, he turned toward Jeannette, they giggled as if somebody'd told a joke, he stuck his hand inside her blouse and cupped her breast right there on the concourse, she kissed him, and......they walked off.
As if I was a potted plant!
I trailed along through the airport hating every second of this and absolutely certain that before I could find a way to get back home I would be dead. Life, I was certain, is that unjust.
The short version of this is that they showed me my room where I thought I'd be sentenced to serve out the coming three months of summer. Was I ever wrong, and I'm hardly ever wrong! It was a lovely room opening onto a broad deck that stepped down to a large swimming pool.
My aunt and uncle were already outside getting undressed for the afternoon. And nobody said anything to me. I was really mad. Then in a blaze of intellectual glory I realized that so far being mad had gotten me exactly nothing. I still felt rotten about myself, I still felt like an inflated turkey and they were outside having fun while I was inside having none.
I put on a pair of shorts, a tank top and flip-flops, grabbed a towel and went outside. They waved at me as if nothing had happened and they'd been expecting me.
"Come on in," Jeannette shouted.
"Hasten, O beautiful woman," followed Adrian.
