Obe City - Cont

Obe City-1I stood in line outside the walled city in the midst of the vast plain that makes up most of the interior of Winkie Country. Winkie Country is located in the western part of the magical Land of Oz that I call home. Have you heard of Oz? It is a most wonderful country filled with all kinds of the most wonderful and queer folk. Ozma has decreed that everyone is to find the area of her great land that suits the nature of each. That way no one feels disconnected from those of the same interests and way of living and therefore ensuring that none of her subjects is unhappy, for the unhappiness of any of her subject’s tears at Ozma’s gentle heart terribly. Which of course is why she is such a just and gracious ruler.When I was a little boy in Emerald City, for that is where my parents wished to live, I heard of a new town Ozma was founding in the very middle of yellow Winkie Country. Apparently Ozma, in her scrying of the whole world by the means of her magic picture, had found out that in many other lands people who are very fat were persecuted in a myriad of horrible ways. Not even the Gnome King could think of such wickedness. So immediately Ozma set out build a city for any and all in her land to settle with people who were very fat, or who enjoyed living with fat folks. Of course, if you enjoyed waddling around the Emerald City of any part of Oz that was fine by the little Queen, but Ozma designed this city as a place fat folks could call home. She spent many hours sequestered with the Wizard and Glinda in planning out the city, and with great fanfare christened it Obe City. And folks came in droves to live there. Even as a boy in knickers I knew that was where I wanted to live. But there were a few rules. Number one you had to be fat to live there. Not just a little bit, you normally had to weigh at least 300 pounds to become a citizen of that great city. And you could not make the decision to live there until you were out of your parents' house at 18. Exceptions were made for children whose parents lived there. So, to go back to the beginning of this tale, two weeks after my 18th birthday I stood with suitcase in hand at the gates of Obe City. There were about 30 of us spread out in front of the gates clutching our possessions as we waited to be let in. Things seemed to move on a schedule. It was 8:55 a.m., and apparently whoever worked the gates was not going to be rushed by opening them before 9:00 a.m.I was about two-thirds of the way back in the line to get in. Most of us looked like we were fully ready to become citizens of Obe City. The girl directly in front of me looked to weigh at least 400 pounds and apparently only her age had been holding her back from making the trip. She had thought ahead and was in the process of eating a box of éclairs. Unfortunately, I was just short of the requirement, and only weighed 280 pounds at my last weighing. Still, I felt that if I made the journey I would not be turned away by Obe City.Finally the doors started to open. We all filed in. As we entered, it was apparent that we were not entering the city proper but a gatehouse and barracks of some sort. As we all filed into the courtyard, we were greeted by an odd sight. An extremely fat woman sat in a large padded loveseat, which seemed to be pacing back and forth in the courtyard (the loveseat, not the woman, of course). It was clear to us that Wizard had been at work with his Powder of Life, it was also clear to us that the woman before us would have as great a difficulty pacing as her loveseat was having. She wore a smart yellow smock and pants. If I had to guess her weight, I would gauge it in the high 900s. She filled the wide loveseat from edge to edge and her belly had drifted over her knees and rested comfortably in between her calves. As soon as all of us had entered the courtyard she turned to face the group.“Hello,” she said as her mobile chair turned to face us. “I am Emelia and I am here to assist you all in the transition to becoming residents of our great city. I am proud of you all; I remember how nervous I was when I left my parents' farm to make my journey here. Please consider the gatehouse your temporary home. Roselie will have your room assignments inside. Some of you will only be staying here for a few nights as we make arrangements for your home or apartment. Others will need to spend some time being nurtured and tended to by our caring staff to make your transition to living in Obe City. There is a weight restriction, but if you can comply in a reasonable amount of time, we will be happy to help you. Welcome and enjoy our hospitality.”
Then Emelia clapped her hands and a troupe of walking loveseats made their way out of the gatehouse and lined up behind us. The loveseats chose their occupants by capacity, some being sturdier than others.
“Please sit everyone, we need to get you weighed” said Emelia with a chuckle.
I was happy to sit down and sat down carefully. The loveseat was very soft and quite comfortable. If I wasn’t anxious about being turned away because I was a lightweight I probably could have taken a nap. I was still curious about how we were going to be weighed.
Getting weighed was always a bit of a trial for me. I used to always dread how many weights my mother would have to put on the scale to balance. It became an embarrassment to me. My other two brothers were naturally athletic and teased me constantly how fat I was getting. I just hope I was fat enough for Obe City. That would be terrible, to be too skinny for Obe City and too fat for everybody else.
I remember how I first heard of Obe City. Being a chubby boy in a skinny family whenever I needed to get away I would make my way to Madam Maxine’s Ice Cream Emporium. I would sit there and eat my way through her various flavors of ice cream and she would tell me funny stories. Max knew that her shop was ice cream therapy. Some Days I would stay there all day long reading a book, drinking a milkshake and eating cookies. It was more home to me than my real home.
One day after a particularly bad time with my brother’s I made my way to the Ice Cream Shop and found the shop closed. I knocked on the door and found Max packing up the shop for moving. She still had some ice cream left and she made me a huge sundae and broke the news that she was moving to Obe City.
Max was so happy. It was then that I realized that I had a crush on Max. She was so sweet to me and I just loved to sit and talk with her but until that moment I didn’t realize that I was in love. I thought she was wonderful I didn’t think about the fact that Max had to weigh at least 500lbs. Max was Max. She was really looking forward to living in a city filled fat friendly conveniences.
I didn’t want to bring Max down with how much I was going to miss her. I could tell that Max knew what I was thinking as she pressed a piece of paper into my hand with her new address and said “write me.”
Max and I had continued to write to each other through the years and in my pocket was her latest letter; she said she was looking forward to seeing me. So much time had passed since we last met but I knew that Max meant it. I just had to meet the weight requirement to enter Obe City.

Obe City – Part Three
Once we were all seated and comfortable in our loveseats Emelia said, “I will go first. 1082 how much do I weigh?”
At that point I saw that there was a brass plaque at the very top of the high backed loveseat which displayed the number 1082. Also there was what looked like a face stitched into the pattern of the loveseat, now that I looked at it. The stitched face was situated underneath the plaque and above Emelia’s chubby head.
In a bold voice the chair said,”932 pounds and 7ounces.”
Emelia smiled with pride as her loveseat announced her weight. Then she motioned for the line of furniture to rattle off how much we all weighed.
Most of the applicants weighed much more than 300 pounds. After each person was weighed Emily would clap and congratulate them on being a suitable candidate to live in Obe City. One very massive boy who weighed in at 729 pounds Emelia’s chair practically danced with delight.
I was blushing with embarrassment when my loveseat announced that I only weighed 278 pounds. I was the first person that weighed in less than 300 pounds. Emelia noticed my chagrin and nodded at me somberly, “there, there we will fatten you up in no time my boy.”
There were four of us that were underweight. None of us were all that far away from the weight goal. The smallest only needed to gain thirty pounds. Emelia pointed to a corner of the courtyard and all four of our chairs walked us over there and situated themselves in a comfortable circle.
The other applicants filed into the gatehouse from heaviest to lightest. Emelia talked with each one before sending them in to see Roselie. It was then that I noticed about 15 Sprites that flew out of a window of the gatehouse. They carried a large book and laid it on the top of Emelia’s spreading belly. Then four Sprites broke off from the group and opened the book up to a page, and one grasped a large quill and started writing the things Emelia dictated into the book.
As we waited for Emelia to finish we introduced ourselves. Emy and Steven were from a small town in Gillikin Country that was situated on the border of Great Impassible Dessert. Jo wore the red dress that declared her a resident of Quadling Country. And I was dressed in the customary green garb of the Emerald City. I know that I was a little nervous about what was in store for us, but I knew that Emelia seemed quite sincere when she said that she could fatten me up in no time.
Emelia wasn’t wasting any time. As we sat chatting with each other I noticed a line of what appeared to be clockwork men carrying tray’s of drink’s and pastries start walking up and down the line waiting to enter the gatehouse plying them with food and drink. A cloud of Sprites exited a window far above us and helped in the distribution effort.
The Land of Oz has many queer residents. I had not seen any of these Sprites before today. They stood about eight to ten inches tall with the women being the taller than the men. Their wingspan was about equal to their height and they were all dressed in form fitting flying clothes. They seemed to enjoy feeding everyone. It was as if it was a favorite game of theirs. A Small cloud of sprites broke off from the main group followed by four clockwork men bearing trays. The food certainly looked good.
“What would you like to drink,” said a small Sprite.
“Coffee please,” said Emy and Steven.
“Cocoa,” said Jo in a quiet voice.
“Do you have any tea?” I asked sheepishly.
With glee the sprites went to work and soon we were all cradling our favorite morning beverage. It was quite amazing to see these magical creatures work together. I felt like I might have entered a bizarre dream.
Then what I call the leader was enquiring what pastry each of us fancied. Soon we all had a team of sprites eagerly thrusting pastries at us as we munched. A couple of sprites could hold large Danish. There was one tray of donut bites and a single sprite could easily carry one.
It was a bit disconcerting because as soon as you opened your mouth these fairies would cram something in it. They worked with assembly line efficiency and soon they had me trained to just relax and let them take care of feeding me.
One would whisper in my ear what I was eating or ask if we would like a drink and the soon I found my eye’s closing and even though I was falling asleep a little fairy would whisper “open up” and I would have to obey or it would start tugging on my ear.
I like sweets as much as anybody but eventually I reached that no more state. My mouth almost seemed conditioned to open after I finished chewing but I pressed it tight as I felt a sticky substance collide with my face and an angry sprite started tugging on my ear.
I cracked open my eyes and asked the sprite that was glaring at me “could I have some real breakfast instead of all this sweet stuff?”
“I have to follow order’s you know,” said the sprite in a worried tone and “and you need to get fatter. Cheese Danish and muffins aren’t that sweet will you eat those?”
“O.K. I won’t throw up eating muffins, thank you.” I said and then opened my mouth like a baby bird again. Soon a blueberry muffin was thrust at my mouth with considerable force making me take a huge bite. Apparently the sprites I had bounced off my fat face were taking their revenge by making sure I didn’t waste any more food.
I felt my little sprite rub my temple as I obediently ate she whispered,” There’s a good piggy we will fatten you up in no time.”

Obe City- Part Four
My stomach felt incredibly full as I relaxed and let my team of sprites feed me. I could tell that I was about to burst but kept on chewing and swallowing and drinking tea now and then to wash down the sweet muffins. I was about to say something to the sprite that had been coaxing me to eat when I heard Emelia’s voice.
“That’s enough of that dears, can’t have these newcomers so stuffed before breakfast that they can’t eat anymore, they are not used to our ways. We have to break them in slowly.”
We all sat up in our chairs and looked like we were more alert and less comatose from eating.
Emelia looked us over and sighed, “you all look like skin N’ bones but I will fix that. Follow me”
I started to lever myself out of my chair forgetting that the chair’s do the walking here in Obe City. I sat back down when my chair started moving and followed Emelia. I noticed all the other applicants had already entered the gatehouse and the clockwork men were busy gathering their belongings to move them to their rooms. The rest of the sprites had flown back in the window but my eating coach still sat right by my ear. I could not see my friends but knew that they probably had a sprite assigned to them as well.
We entered the wide doorway of the gatehouse and saw that the rest of the applicants were sitting in a large room to the right of the stairs that appeared to be a dining hall and by the look of the clockwork men leaving the kitchen bearing full trays full of flapjacks, sausage, bacon, eggs, grits, fruit and anything else you can imagine it looked like breakfast was just starting.
Emelia’s oversized chair kept walking and went straight up the stairs, and our chair’s followed hers in a line. I was nervous but apparently the stairs were built to our chair’s specification with shallow but deep risers and I soon found myself on a second level and instead of continuing upward our chairs followed Emelia into a very plush and nice office.
Apparently there are perk’s in gate keeping.
“Breakfast smells good doesn’t it?”said Emelia with a smile. She apparently noticed our stunned faces.
“What you’re not hungry? Are you four sure you want to become residents of Obe City?”
I was full to bursting but I piped up and said “It smells delicious, even though I don’t know how I will eat a single bite more. I really want to enter your city maam.” Emy, Steven and Jo also said that breakfast looked really good but they were also full after eating all the donuts.
My sprite sitting so close to my ear whispered just so I could hear, “good job pork chop.”
Emelia looked at the four of us with a gleam of determination in her eye.
“Just what I would expect of applicants of Obe City, you four have some choices to make. You can gain the old fashioned way and you might be ready to enter Obe City in a month or two or we could speed things up a bit and you should be eligible to enter in days or weeks. The only thing about the fast track system I use is it has a side effect. Often those that choose this route in gaining entrance to Obe City never stop using my system. They tend to be some of our fattest citizens. So which method would you like to use?
I remembered the letter in my pocket to Max and thought about how much I was looking forward to seeing her. I did not know what I thought about perhaps getting fatter than Max but I knew that I didn’t want to wait any longer. A month would be too long.
“I don’t know about this side effect but I want to try the fast method,” I said in a quiet thoughtful voice. My sprite started giggling in my ear when she heard the answer.
The other applicants also took some time to think about the choice before them and they all decided to gain the old fashioned way.
“Well if that’s your decision then you three can speak to Roselie and enjoy breakfast or rest in your room. We will have plenty of time to get to know one another during your stay,” said Emelia with a wave.
My companion’s chairs started filling out of Emelia’s office. “What’s so funny,” I whispered to my companion by my ear.
“Nothing, nothing,” said the laughing voice in my ear.
Before I could inquire further Emelia had brought her chair right in front of mine. She was a huge mountain of a woman at 932 pounds. Her happy smiling face was wreathed in layers of bulging chins. She looked at me with a very serious but happy expression on her face.
“I knew you would decide to use the fast gaining method in order to become a citizen of Obe City,” said Emelia with a smile. “Professor Wogglebug and I perfected this weight gain formula. I have only used it on a few people. You in fact will be my third recipient of the new formula. It is quite effective and I do believe that you will love the fat you will gain. I should have you out of here in less than a week.”
As Emelia continued to talk she sent a few sprites to pick up a few large bottles on her desk. Emelia opened two of the bottles and her sprites flew over with two large pills. One was yellow and the second was green and pink.
I swallowed both and washed them down with a glass of water another sprite provided.
“How did you know I would not gain the old fashioned way?”
Emelia laughed and her whole body shook, “you kept looking taking out that letter that was in your pocket. I figure you have a girl on the inside and are eager to see her again.”
My face turned red with embarrassment and I heard the tinkling sound of laughter as my sprite started laughing again.
I would have asked Emelia a few more questions but much to my embarrassment my stomach took that moment to start growling. I did not see how I could possibly be hungry but apparently with a little help from Professor Wogglebug I was immediately hungry again.
Emelia laughed at my growling stomach and instructed me, “Go eat, every time you start to feel too full just ask your sprite for another one of my appetite pills. They are the green and pink ones. If your arms get too tired ask the sprite assigned to you to have a feeding crew help you. There’s no shame in it that is what our sprites are here for. It’s quite nice to just sit back and eat without even having to lift a fork to your mouth. I know my arms are getting so heavy I would starve if I had to feed myself like I used to. And Gorden, after lunch you should take a long nap, that way all the calories you eat this morning should go straight into fat. This evening please come to my office and we will continue your treatment after dinner.”

Obe City- Part Five
Wonderful breakfast smells assaulted me as my chair left Emelia’s office and started making its way down the stairs towards the dining hall.
Breakfast had been going on for a while, and there were a few vacant seats. My Chair knew where it was going and brought me right between Jo and the very large boy that had weighed in at 729 pounds this morning. I was about to introduce myself to my neighbor to the right who nodded to me as he took a large bite of his biscuits and gravy, when a flour covered sprite with an apron and pen and paper approached.
“What don’t ye like to eat for breakfast son,” she said in a slightly archaic accent.
“What don’t I like to eat?”
“Yes cook often makes what strikes her fancy or what she feels will bulk you underweights up the best. So often it’s easier to just ask what you don’t like to eat.”
“Ohh well I’ve never been that fond of Oatmeal.”
“Do you like fish?”
“Yes I do.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“Coffee and Orange Juice”
And with that she made her notes and flew back to the controlled chaos that was the kitchen.
It looked like Jo was eating a plateful of crepes filled with sausage and cheese and covered with a thick creamy sauce. The boy to my right introduced himself breathlessly as Michael between bites of fluffy biscuits covered in rich sausage gravy. Both Jo and Michael were not very talkative as they were enjoying their breakfast and their mouths were otherwise occupied.
In fact as I studied the rest of the room I realized that there was not a whole lot of conversation going on. We were food people. We were fairly spread out because of our chairs but it was a beautiful picture of bulging bellies, double chins, and jiggling arms as we all quietly stuffed themselves with a very evident pleasure. Michael although the heaviest did not look the fattest, there was a short girl across the table from me that had to be the fattest of us. She winked at me when she caught me looking at her. My face reddened in embarrassment when I was saved a moment of awkwardness by a plate of eggs Benedict and fried potatoes.
My breakfast began.
And what a breakfast it was. My eggs Benedict were followed up by the sausage and cheese filled crepes that Jo was eating. They were so rich, filling and creamy I savored every bite. Soon I was enjoying the last few drabs of the creamy sauce and my plate was empty. Normally I would have been full at this point but appetite stimulant seemed to still be working and I was still quite hungry.
A platter of fried fish and buttered grits took the place of my empty platter. I had never had fish for breakfast before but I loved grits so I dug in to the next selection after shaking a little salt and pepper over my grits. It looked like there were seven large pieces of fried fish and after eating the grits and four of the fish fillets I was slowing down.
Michael was eating a huge sausage casserole and looked down at me and said through a mouthful of egg, “slowing down already.”
“Yeah it’s very good but really rich.”
The sprite next to my ear whispered violently, “that’s enough of that keep eating. Finish your fish and then you can take another green and pink pill. You can’t let this guy out eat you.”
“It’s not a contest and I am getting kind of full.”
“Gorden, I know that you finish this plate, be a good boy for me. You don’t want to get me fired do you? Just eat the rest of your fish and then you can rest for a bit,” said my sprite in a pleading voice.
Call me a sucker but I my sprite sounded so sincere. I answered her by continuing eating and soon I was eating the last forkful of fish. My stomach felt so full it almost hurt me. My pants seemed to bite painfully into my swollen stomach. I surreptitiously undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I felt partially better and sighed and closed my eyes and unconsciously started rubbing my bloated stomach.
I opened my eyes to find Jo looking at me. As soon as she saw me looking back she blushed and turned back to her half eaten omelet. I didn’t say anything to Jo because a huge platter of blueberry pancakes was set before me. I was going to mention that I couldn’t possibly eat anymore but another sprite flew down and deposited another pink and green pill next to my plate.

Obe City- Part Six

I opened my eyes groggily. Apparently I made it back up to my room. I vaguely remember rolling out of my chair and into bed. I had eaten so much I was almost in pain when I lay on my side and tried to go to sleep. Breakfast lasted into lunch and every time I begged my sprite that I was too full and could not eat another bite she would have another one of those infernal appetite pills laid by my hand. As soon as I swallowed the pill I would feel my apetite return even though my stomach finally felt close to bursting.
Finally after I ate a huge platter of meatloaf and mashed potatoes, I heard Emelia tell the sprites to give me dessert and send me up to my room to nap.

Update- Finally and Links to more Stories

Donut Girls Part 1-8

http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/forums/showthread.php?t=9836

Donut Girls Part 9-13

http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15142


Hogswatch Part Part 1-9

http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/forums/showthread.php?t=27000


With the whole switch to Google accounts I just plain forgot about this blog. Here is some more Story stuff.

Donut Girls - A Story I Wrote SSBBW, Eating,XWG

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Donut Girls


Tracy Jones and Angela Anderson leaned close together as they worked on Homework during study hall. They really weren’t working on their homework but discussing the possibility of working together over the summer. Both girls were 16 and needed that most important item of Insurance and Gas Money for their cars, that their parents helped them Purchase.

If you were to walk by Tracy and Angela as they were leaning together whispering you would notice that they fell into that lowest social class for the brutal High School Years. Fat Girls!

Tracy was the fatter one of the two. She had to be close to knocking on the 300lbs mark. She wore glasses and had frizzy blond hair. She had very light completion and was prone to having freckles. She had steel gray blue eyes and had no feature beyond her weight that would make her stand out in a crowd. She had a very large tummy but her weight was mostly distributed on her flaring hips and butt.

Angela while not Tracy’s size had a very full figure. She was taller than Tracy, taller than most girls. Her weight was evenly distributed but her most prominent feature was her tummy that was quite the prominent compared to Tracy’s backside. Angela had her Greek Ancestry flowing thru and had dark hair and skin that tended to be closer to olive than Tracy’s pale skin. Angela’s hair was cut short in a spunky hairdo and wore much more fashionable clothes than her friend who favored the bulky sweatshirt. Angela probably weighed as much as Tracy but due to her height looked smaller.

Both girls had been friends from about the third grade and they suffered together through the school years being persecuted by their slimmer piers. Angela seemed to gain confidence despite her weight, but Tracy always struggled with her self-image. Together they made it through and now their thoughts also ran towards college where than could leave the high school mentality behind and enjoy their freedom.

“Trace how about we work together at my Aunt’s place, Jake Brothers. They are looking for a couple of counter girls to work evenings. My Aunt Christina practically begged me to come and join the family business. She’s pretty persuasive; do you want to come to her house this Friday to meet Her? It’s better than flippin burgers, at least my Aunt let’s you sit down occasionally.”

“That sounds Great Angela, my folks will be so pleased that I will be getting a job. I love your family, so I’m sure I will love your Aunt. The only problem is if I start working at Jake Brothers I’m worried about gaining weight. You know being around all that marvelous food.”

Jake Brothers was a community institution. It originally started out as a corner donut shop back in the late 40’s. Greek Immigrant Jake Bezos and his brother Alex originally owned it. Alex moved away but Jake decided to keep the name. Known as Jake Brothers Donuts it had cornered the early morning donut and coffee market. Jake Brother’s made every possible donut you can imagine. All the normal ones you can think of, plus the seasonal ones like pumpkin spice donut, and ones you would never think of like their peanut butter and jelly and banana crème donut.

Jake was an amazing entrepreneur and added a premium bakeshop to his little donut stand. Every possible Cake, Pie, Pastry and cookie was available, and of course his signature baklava. He had to expand his shop for it’s growing section of comestibles. When Jake’s daughter Christina took over running the business she added an old-fashioned ice cream parlor featuring gourmet ice creams and a gourmet Chocolate shop. Her next idea was to start a line of gourmet cheesecakes that could be ordered by catalogue. Another expansion became necessary.

Jake Brothers final reincarnation took place in the mid 90’s. Christina had bought some surrounding properties and tore down the old store, which looked old, and not uniform. She built the new Jake Brothers store, which incorporated a coffee shop and small café as its centerpiece. It had all the same sections as the old store but everything was new and fit together in a way that worked. She also set up the seating for the café in a lounge type setting. People would come in for a coffee any time of day or night and enjoy the donuts, pastries, ice cream, cheesecake and chocolate. Also there was warehouse space in the back where Christina started the mail order goodie business
“Don’t worry about that Tracy. If we gain a little weight at least we will be enjoying ourselves, and because of this job we will be able to put Gas in our cars and pay our insurance. We will probably have enough money left over to go the movies, buy some clothes, and start saving towards college. Besides you look fine, especially if you would wear something other than those baggy sweatshirts and strechpants.”

“Your right Angela, I’m going to have fun working with you. I’ll meet you at your house around 5:30p.m. on Friday and we can go over and meet your Aunt Christina.”





Donut Girls- Part Two

Tracy Jones opened the passenger door and slid herself into the front passenger seat of Angela’s aged Honda Civic. The suspension of the car dipped as Tracy placed her weight in the small car. Angela surveyed her best friend to decide if she was suitably attired to go see the Matriarch of the family. Mrs. Christina Dandalos was the only daughter of Jake Bezos. Even though Jake had two boys as well as Christina (Alex and Jake II) it was Christina that was chosen to be Jake’s successor to the sweet shop.

Tracy was wearing a jean’s skirt with a white turtleneck. The Jean skirt totally emphasized her wide hips and large butt, and the turtleneck tucked into her skirt showed the large tummy that Tracy was carrying.

“You look Okay Tracy, at least you aren’t wearing a sweatshirt!”

“I know better than that Angela, after all this is a job interview isn’t it? I am nervous though do you have anything I could munch on; I would kill for a candy bar. Interviews always stress me out, and when I get stressed out I just want to munch.”

“You will have plenty to eat when you go to the Dandalos house trust me on this. You will love my Aunt Christiana and her family. You won’t go home hungry that’s for sure. Whenever I go and visit it always seems to me like my Aunt Christina and Uncle Greg are trying to stuff me with food. I always end up eating twice what I normally do because their food is just so delicious. I think we are going to have roast leg of lamb tonight, and maybe lasagna for you in case you did not like lamb. You do like lamb don’t you?”

“You know I have never had lamb Angela but if the food sounds as good as you are describing I know I will love it. Do your Aunt and Uncle have any kids?”

“Have I never told you about my cousin Alexandria?”

“Nope”

“You’ll like her, she’s 18 and she will be working with us this summer before she goes off to college. She’s really the one that talked me into working at Jake Brothers. I think she wants someone working there that she likes.”

“She sounds really nice what is she like?”

“Tracy, when you meet my Aunt Christina and Alexandria I don’t want you to act weird or anything.”

“Why would I act weird?”

“I probably should have told you this before now but my Aunt Christina probably weighs close to 700lbs. She can be quite a shock for someone who doesn’t know her. Also Alexandria weighs about 450lbs. I think you will really like them, but I had to warn you because you get freaked out about things and I just wanted you to know.”

“700lbs that’s really big, how does your Aunt get around? Well, I am not skinny myself so I don’t know why I would be freaked out. Yes, I worry that if I start working at Jake Brothers I will end up weighing as much as Alexandria. But, at this point I need the money for gas, insurance, and saving for college so if I gain some weight that’s Okay.”

“Wow, I am glad you are so cool about everything Tracy. I always get nervous when I bring friends over to see my Aunt’s Family. You know I am looking forward to working at Jake Brothers. I have always liked eating as much as I want and truthfully I can’t resist my tummy much longer.”
“Well Here we are”, announced Angela.

Angela had pulled her Civic into a wide parking circle right out front of a huge house. Both Angela and Tracy could see lights sparkling in the windows of the house. They both got out of the car and walked up to the front door.

Tracy noticed that there was a wide ramp that also went up to the front porch as well as a set of stairs. As Angela rang the doorbell, Tracy saw that instead of a normal front door the entrance to Christina Dandalos’s Home was a French door that could be opened twice as wide as a normal door.

Soon she knew the reason why.


Donut Girls – Part Three

The front door was opened slowly. A tall slim Greek man greeted them and asked them to come inside. He was Mr. Dandalos. Mr. Dandalos guided them into the back of the house where the dining room and kitchen was located. He took them back to the Kitchen and that is where Tracy met Christina Dandalos.

Christina Dandalos, if you could find a scale that would read her weight, weighed 723 pounds. That is a considerable amount to weigh and some would even think it was sickening. But for Christina she cherished every pound. Christina, even as a little girl, had a special relationship with food. She loved to eat; even past the point when her body was telling her she was as stuffed as she could be.

As a little girl her Father caught her stealing racks of leftover Donuts and working her way through many a rack when her father’s back was turned. It became a little game between them and Jake enjoyed making extra batches of Donuts for his little “Mouse” to eat. For Jake Bezos it was a harmless game, after all he was not skinny himself. He enjoyed giving Christina her many treats. After all it was Suspicious if people in the Donut business were skinny.



Christina continued to snack on Donuts as she pleased, and she started helping her father as she could after school. She started telling Jake what she liked about different Donuts as she munched along. This in-shop critic probably was one of the main reasons of Jake Brother’s success. In fact it was at Christina’s original suggestion that Jake added the Bakery to the Donut Shop in the first place. Probably because Christina desired to work her way thru other delectable treats instead of just donuts. It was Christina who ate batch after batch of different baked goods until the perfect recipes were invented. Christina herself was the perfect R&D department for the goodie shop. The results of all this munching started to show on young Christina.

Christina was never a thin girl. She was tall but always very chubby. As she had been “helping” more and more at the Donut Shop she was growing outwards much faster than she was growing up. During Middle School is when Christina started gaining weight rapidly. She was in the mid 200lbs during her 6th grade. By the time she was a senior in High School she was knocking on 400lbs. At first she had been concerned about how fat she was getting. After all, she got out of breath easily and her peers would often tease and make fun of her. But she found that the joy of food, and working with her kind Father far outweighed the problems of her escalating weight. Christina got an immense sense of accomplishment when she would craft the perfect Chocolate Chip Cookie, or Apple Pie.

It was the summer before Christina’s senior year when Greg Dandalos joined the Jake Brothers staff as a Bookkeeper. Greg was a cousin of a long time friend of the Bezos family and was vouched for. Jake Bezos was a busy man as his business had expanded he could not do everything himself and that is why he hired Greg. Greg was a slender serious looking young Greek man and Christina was smitten at once. Christina did not hold out any hope for her interest to be returned.

Greg started working later in the evenings and would sometimes come into the Donut Shop on Saturday’s. Greg told Christina that there was a great deal to sort out in relation to the Bookkeeping and Christina was glad to have someone helping her father. Even though Greg had to work late and work some on the weekends he always had time to stop by and visit Christina in her little corner office in the Bakery Kitchen.

Christina’s job had evolved from being a “Mouse” munching on left over donut’s, to quality control and Research & Development of new products for the Donut Shop, till finally she was starting to take on some of Jake’s responsibity of making Donuts and Baking the various items on the shop’s Menu. Because Christina was starting her last year in High School the only time’s she could fill in at the Donut Shop were nights and weekends. It did not give Christina much of a social life, but she enjoyed the Donut life so much more than High School banality. That is why “Christina” always enjoyed Greg’s little visits.

Greg when he was tired of setting up the new bookkeeping and filing system would often go and visit Christina in the Kitchen. Sometimes Christina would be wearing her “Baking Clothes” as she called her white T-shirt, stretch pants and ohh so classy hair net. Christina would always feel frumpy and worried that she was off putting to the handsome Greg. Greg however flour covered Christina was, would shake her hand and invite her for a cup of coffee in her corner of the Kitchen. Sometimes Christina would have to finish whatever she was working on before she could talk to Greg. Then Greg would sit and sip his coffee as he watched Christina work.

Donut Girls- Part Four

Christina was not a fast mover. She tended to waddle around the Kitchen. Her Cooking style involved a great deal of sampling and tweaking as she went along. When Christina had started filling in for Jake on evenings and weekends her weight spiked due to the new input, as she tended to graze all day as she cooked. She and Jake always teased each other that it was suspicious to be skinny in the Donut business. Christina was anything but skinny. Christina weighed just over 400lbs.

Greg’s eyes watched Christina as she finished her current batch of donuts before they could chat. Greg had always secretly desired fat women and he was entranced and ensnared by Christina’s jiggling movements. Everything from Christina’s fat upper arms to her fat feet and ankles was intriguing to Greg. Most of all Greg admired Christina’s large swaying hips and her large belly that hung down to her thighs. Greg could just make out where Christina’s lower belly ended, when Christina caught Greg looking at her. She looked away quickly with a slightly red face. Greg took out of his pocket a gift he had long thought over for Christina. It was a box of gourmet Belgian chocolates that Greg thought Christina would find interesting.
Christina finished her task and took out the old donuts from the case and replaced them with the first of her fresh batch of Honey Dipped Donuts. They were just hot from the grease and glaze. Christina grabbed a dozen for herself and set them in a spare box for her and Greg. Eating a thirteenth as she accomplished this. Then she grabbed a cup of coffee from Shirley the weekend counter girl and waddled slowly over to her corner of the Kitchen, donuts in hand, to chat with Greg.

Christina was covered with the some of the glaze from the donuts. She had been sipping the hot glaze to check the taste before she glazed her perfect donuts. Also she had been unconsciously been nibbling on donuts as she did her work. Glaze was encrusted around the corners of her mouth and was on her chin. Greg thought Christina looked beautiful this way. He wanted nothing else but to watch as Christina worked and munched.

Greg stood up as Christina neared and gathered up the box of donuts so Christina could relax in her usual armless chair.

“That looks like hard work I bet you are ready for a sit down.” Said Greg.

“Hsshh, yeah it’s nice to sit down. My feet have been hurtin, I have been working since 4:30 this morning. Mmph what have you got over there?” asked Christina.

“Something I hope you will like,” answered Greg.

Greg handed the gold colored box over to Christina. Christina wiped her hands on her apron and opened the box gently. Christina inhaled sharply as she realized that she had a box of chocolates to enjoy. She picked out a promising treat and then brought it to her greedy lips. As she tasted the wonderful rich flavors of the truffle she had selected, a look of rapture crossed her face.

“These are wonderful Greg,” announced Christina as she picked another dainty morsel for herself. Soon Christina was working her way through the whole box of chocolates. Each time she selected a new treat a little moan would escape her lips, as she was flooded with the wonderful tasting chocolates. Christina soon found much to her surprise that she had devoured the whole box. A look of sadness crossed Christina’s face as she realized she had consumed the last of the marvelous truffles.

Greg had been gazing with desire as Christina stuffed Chocolate after Chocolate in her eager mouth. Christina’s obvious desire and pleasure as she tasted each truffle turned on Greg even more. Here was Greg’s perfect woman.

“Those chocolates were so delicious Greg. I cannot believe that you just sat here quietly and did not say anything as I ate them all. Sometimes I just loose myself in the pleasure,” said Christina.

“Don’t worry about me, it’s just nice to take a brake from the bookwork. How have you been?”

“Ohh just the usual. School’s a snap I’m doing well in all my classes, but I get tired of walking up and down stairs from class to class. It’s exhausting. I really don’t have that many friends at school and I am always happy when it’s over and I can come over here and work with Dad. Also there’s never anything good to eat, the cafeteria food is awful. So I stop here first and load up on things I like. Like those giant peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies, they make good snacks between classes. So at least I am not starving all the time.”

As Christina said this she patted her bountiful tummy.

“Where did you get those delicious chocolates Greg, I have an idea for a special cheesecake that could incorporate some of those truffles?”

“I got the Chocolates from a mail order premium chocolate catalog, those chocolates came from Belgium. Here’s the catalog if you want to look at it,” answered Greg.

Greg handed the catalogue over to Christina. Christina started eating her way through the dozen fresh honey dipped donuts as she flipped through the catalogue.

“You don’t mind if I keep this do you?” asked Christina.

“Not at all, I thought you would enjoy their chocolates. Take Care I have to head back to the accounts,” answered Greg

Greg glanced at Christina as he was leaving the Kitchen. Greg saw that Christina was gazing intently at an item in the Catalogue, while she absentmindedly ate donut after donut from the box before her. Greg smiled at the scene and he knew that Christina was going to be his wife.


Donut Girls- Part Five

“What are your intentions regarding my daughter,” asked a very grim looking and stern sounding Jake Bezos.

Although Christina had no idea about Greg’s interest in her, others were not so naïve. Many of the Jake Brother employees (who either were or were treated like family) had noticed the growing relationship between Greg and Christina. With concern they alerted Jake of this turn of events. No one wanted to see the kind hearted Christina have her love shattered and her hopes dashed. Each employee thought of Christina as the shop’s good luck charm, Christina was the one who had designed so many of their best selling recipes. With each extra pound Christina gained the employees felt prouder of their Christina, the last thing they wanted to see was a lovesick girl who would not eat and would ruin their luck. So Jake Bezos put on his sternest face, and while Christina was not at the shop, he asked Greg Dandalos to come into his office.

“Wha What do you mean,” stammered a nervous Greg.

“I mean what I said,” shouted Jake. “What are your intentions regarding my daughter. If you are playing with her feelings you will be limping out of here Mr. Dandalos.”

“I like her,” blurted out a now slightly terrified Greg.

“What’s that supposed to mean? What are your intentions Greg Dandalos? My Daughter is still a minor and I will have you charged with corrupting a minor if you have been playing around with my daughter,” said Jake Bezos in a steely voice.

“Nothing like that,” shouted Greg.

“So what is it? You really have two choices. Choice number one is that you stop sneaking in to visit my daughter and cut off your relationship with her. No more visits, no more gifts. Nothing. And if I find you sneaking in to corrupt my daughter there will be serious consequences. Choice number two is to do things the old fashioned way. If you decide Choice number two you will declare your intention to marry my daughter. You will court Christina under strict supervision. Christina will be able to go on dates with you if you like, as long as a chaperone I choose accompanies you. At the end of the year Christina will be of age and will have graduated High School. Then Christina can decide if she wants to marry you or not. If not you will have to treat her with respect and leave her alone. If She chooses to marry you I will grant you my blessing, and will pay for the wedding. So what is your decision, son?”

“Mr. Bezos may I court your daughter sir?” asked Greg

“Good answer Greg. Why don’t we go ask Christine if she will join us and you can make your proposal? Then we can all go out to Dinner and celebrate,” said Jake.

“I don’t even have a ring!”

“Don’t worry.” Jake opened his top desk drawer and pulled out an old faded leather ring box. Jake handed the box to Greg. “It was Christina’s mother’s engagement ring. I remember how much I scraped together so I could buy it. You may give this token to Christina with your pledge, her mom would have been so proud,” said a very choked up Jake Bezos.

Jake and Greg left the office and went into the kitchen area. Christina was making another large batch of honey-dipped donuts for the evening rush. She was just about to start glazing the donuts. She had a long handled cup that she dipped into the vat of glaze and she drank down the hot sticky mixture to see if the combination of sugar and flavors was correct. She was not sipping the mixture but drinking the sweet glaze with pleasure. Apparently the mixture was correct because she added nothing more to the glaze but cued the stuff to spray the donuts as they came down the conveyor from the grease. Her Job at this point was done until she had to start filling racks and boxes with the fresh new donuts. She grabbed a couple of donuts for herself and turned toward the door.

“Mhhmp Hello Dad, hello Greg. Let me finish getting these donuts glazed and then I will have time to talk to you.”

“That’s fine Honey. Finish your work. I am going to the counter and see how Shirley is doing. Greg here will be going to dinner with us and he wanted to talk to you about something,” said Jake as he walked out of the Kitchen towards the counter.

“Greg can you wait until I finish this batch,” asked Christina.

“Certainly, I will be waiting for you over in our usual spot.”

Christina waddled back to the conveyor and started stacking the fresh donuts in rack’s for the counter and boxes for the customers. As she distributed the donuts that were coming down the conveyor belt she frequently grabbed a donut popped it in her mouth almost unconsciously. Also since she was getting thirsty as she worked she dipped the long handled cup in the glaze and drank down more of the sweet stuff as she worked.

What Greg did not know was that Christina was stress eating. She was in love with Greg and did not know how he felt about her. Did he think she was disgusting because of her weight and just talked to her to butter up her father, she just didn’t know? She was terribly afraid that Greg was leaving and going to work somewhere else. So in her stress she started eating more and more donuts as she worked.

Greg staring at the process wondered whether more donuts were going to the customers or more donuts were going into Christina’s continually fattening body. Greg was in love and was practically swooning in lust. Finally the conveyor shut down as the machine had run out of batter.
Christina ate the last few donuts from off of the conveyor and started scooping up chunks of glaze and popping them in her mouth. She was so worried about what Greg was going to say to her. Then she scooped up the last of the glaze that was in the vat with the cup and drank it down before she started removing everything for washing and cleaned up the donut machine. Finally after she finished this task she waddled over to her corner of the Kitchen and started cleaning her hands and face from the excess glaze that had gotten everywhere. She took off her apron and soon was sitting beside Greg in her favorite chair panting from her exertions.

“How are you doing Christina,” asked Greg.

“I-M f-I-ne. whew. Give me a moment to catch my breath. What did you want to talk to me about?” asked Christina

Greg got up out of his chair and kneeled before Christina on the kitchen floor. Greg stared up into Christina eyes, and her chubby face. Greg held the old ring box open before him and he asked Christina.

“Will you consent to be courted by me, and would you marry me my most beautiful Christina?”

When Greg proposed Christina was in shock. She had no idea that Greg liked her, she had no idea that Greg even thought she was beautiful. True, he had been bringing her little “treats” but Christina just assumed that he was being kind to her as the daughter of his employer.

“You are not playing some joke on me,” asked Christina.

“No my love, I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world and I want to seek for your hand in marriage,” answered Greg.

“Don’t you think I am disgusting because of how fat I am,” asked Christina.

“ I love your fat body and how you look Christina,” answered Greg.

Christina loved the donut life and reveled in the experience of gluttony but she never thought that there would be anyone who could love her body as well as her heart. As Christina looked down at Greg holding the ring and patiently kneeling on the floor, she realized that he meant every word. All those times Greg stopped to visit her and watched her as she was working came to mind. All of his covert glances were because he found her beautiful not repulsive. As Christina looked into Greg’s eyes she realized that her love was returned.

“Yes, Greg I consent to your courtship,” declared Christina
At that she reached down and pulled Greg into a pillowy soft embrace. Greg, still clutching the ring, kissed his dream woman as he lost himself in her arms.

“Hhmm,” coughed Jake Bezos. “I see you kid’s have talked. Now I am going to have to think about who I can find to keep you kids apart till next summer.”

Hearing her daddy’s voice Christina parted from her love, and squealed and ran over and hugged her father.

“You had a hand in this father.”

“Just making sure things are done right and moving things along. Now let’s all go out and eat dinner I’m starving,” announced Jake.


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Donut Girls- Part 6

Jake Bezos had to think hard about who would be the chaperone for Christina and Greg. Jake did not want anyone too old and strict or someone too young and lenient. Jake also knew that with Christina otherwise occupied by Greg, he might need to be training someone in the Kitchen. Jake finally decided to ask his new daughter-in-law if she would want to join Jake Brothers as an additional baker. After all Nikki Bezos was looking for a job right now, and with the additional products the store was starting to sell it made sense to add another Baker. This was the perfect solution to both Jake’s need for a chaperone and his need for an additional baker.

So the first time Greg looked into the kitchen to see Christina, he saw Christina training Nikki Bezos in how to operate the donut machine. Greg quickly realized that this was probably his chaperone. Nikki was a few years older than Greg, but Greg recognized her from school. Nikki was 27 years old compared to Greg’s 22. Nikki was not skinny but was nowhere near Christina’s size. Nikki probably weighed somewhere in the 260lb range but was looking to soon gain more as Christina had her sampling various donuts.

As Greg entered the kitchen Christina saw him and started waddling over to give him a hug and a kiss. Greg soon found himself immersed in Christina’s pillowy soft embrace. They quickly broke off their embrace as they heard Jake’s cough in the background.

“Greg, I want to introduce you to my Daughter in Law Nikki Bezos. She will be your chaperone while you are courting. She will go with you on any dates to make sure no funny business occurs, and she will be working with Christina during work hours. What will be allowed during the time of courtship is talking, holding hands, sitting close together, hugging, kissing on the cheek or hand and nothing else. Nikki has strict instructions to report to me any violations of our agreement. Nikki’s a good sport, and I think you will both like her as a chaperone. Any questions?” announced Jake.

“No, sir” answered Greg

At that answer Jake smiled and walked through the door into the counter area.

Nikki smiled ruefully as Jake outlined her responsibility as chaperone, it looked like she might have been on the other end of the situation not too long ago.

“Why don’t you two lovebirds take a break while I finish making this batch of honey dipped donuts,” suggested Nikki.

“Do you think you can handle getting the glaze mixed by yourself?” asked Christina.

“There’s no time like the present to try, Besides I will have you come over and taste it before I start the machine. Take your time,” answered Nikki

At that Christina took the chance and grabbed Greg’s hand and took him back to her little corner of the kitchen. Greg followed his love willingly and soon was sitting at their little table drinking coffee. Christina liked to snack while she drank her coffee. She had three different goodies before her. One was a Belgium chocolate cheesecake, one a frosted pecan coffee cake, and one was a box of fresh baklava. Christina’s arm jiggled as she started cutting a piece of the cheesecake and the coffeecake. She cut a very generous slice of both and put them on the plate in front of her.
“Do you want any?” inquired Christina

“No Thanks, I just want one piece of this wonderful baklava you make. Help yourself, I enjoy watching you eat,” answered Greg

“That makes me think of a question I have for you. Greg what would reaction be if my weight does not level off? I feel like the more I eat the hungrier I get. Good food gives me such pleasure that I doubt I will be able to stay the size I am. I just love food, I think about food all the time. I want to be able to share my creations with you and the world. But my obsession with food might be something that could turn you off. After all will you still love me if I am 500, 600, 700 or even 800lbs.”

“Christina I think you are beautiful the way you are. Food is one of your loves, and I think that you are amazing when you are cooking and eating. You give joy to people when you create your wonderful sweets. Keep eating, keep cooking, and keep enjoying yourself. One of the things that originally attracted me to you was your love of food and life. If you gain weight my love will grow with you.”

“Really,” asked Christina with doubt in her eyes.

“Really, It would be your greatest gift to me if you were 500lbs by the time we wed. It could be our little secret to see how much you could gain by the time you walk down the aisle,” answered Greg.

Christina gazed at Greg in amazement. She knew that he loved her but she could not believe that he wanted her to gain weight. She thought he might try to talk her into to loosing weight before the wedding, but he was trying to encourage her to gain. All her life Christina had wanted to lose herself in complete abandonment to gluttony. Even though it looked the opposite Christina tried to curb her excesses as her weight escalated. Now she was in love with someone that wanted that hidden appetite released. The thought scared Christina a little. Once she released her amazing desire for food she wondered if she could ever stop, then she realized looking into Greg’s eyes that she really didn’t want to.

With a breath of a whisper Christina asked Greg, “Would you feed me my love?”

As an answer Greg took a fork and brought a huge bite of the rich chocolate cheesecake to Christina’s mouth. Christina’s chins jiggled as she ate. Bite after calorie laden bite Greg fed Christina until nothing remained of the treats in front of her.

“More,” moaned Christina gently as she closed her eyes and rubbed her full tummy.
The beast had awakened!

Tumbleweed Booty

I was in at our local Tumbleweed chain restaurant. Well known for it's accommodating seating for larger patrons. Or at least those fat people I know. As I was walking out of the restaurant I could not help noticing a certain patron. Her back was to me but I was entranced by the fact her butt was too large for the very ample chair. She could have easily used two chairs and not had much space to spare. Her rearend extended by at least a half a foot on either side of her chair.

She was a big butt beauty!

Why I Hate Carnie Wilson!

Why I Hate Carnie Wilson!


Last Night my wife was watching a show I hate. Celebrity Fit Club.

When they make the Fat People step on the large scale that lights up I am just waiting for them to drop them into a pit of alligators. My opinion is you really have to hate yourself to be a part of such a discriminatory show. Why my wife watches it I have no idea.

Anyway, much to my surprise one of the people on the show was Carnie Wilson. Yes the Carnie Wilson that lost gobs of weight from Weight Loss Surgery and was the poster child for Bariatric Surgery.

She was about 226lbs if I remember correctly. I wonder if people magazine will put her on the cover now?

I'm guessing they won't.

I don't have a problem with folks getting WLS if they feel they have too. I just think folks should be given all the facts. The Fact is WLS like any other diet has a great possibility of harm to the body and a great chance of weight re-gain. People need to see both sides before they make a decision and not just the "Thin" propaganda.

Wal-Mart Women

One of the best things about shopping at Wal-mart is checking out all the Fat Women as you stroll down the isle.

Last Week I stopped buy to buy a few groceries. As I was walking thru the store there was a woman walking in front of me. I tried not to ogle but she was so incredibly beautiful. What I could see of her anyway. She was walking in front of me. She probably was a size 22/24. Somewhere around that size. She might not have been 300lbs but she was knocking on the door.

She was wearing a very tight pair of blue jeans that showed off her beautiful pear shaped booty. She was maybe wearing a belly shirt. So there was a little flash of flesh you could glimpse at the top of her jeans. And Ohh how she filled out those jeans.

That's a Woman!

I saw several other specimens of Faticus Americanus but all the others were swathed in large baggy tshirts and strech pants.

:sigh:

I Love Wal-Mart!

Bob Evans Beauty

Not to even compete with http://www.hugehugefan.blogspot.com descriptive sightings I thought I would mention a lady that struck my eye today.

I was going into a Bob Evans to meet a friend of mine. As I scanned the room for my buddy I noticed a beautiful lady sitting oposite the window I was glacing through. What struck me immediatly was her beautiful round Butt and flaring hips. Her butt was nice and rounded and her bottom was at least 3 inches closer to the chair than the small of her back. Her hips had to hang over the meager seat by at least 4inches a side.

She was very tall, I would guess at least close to 6ft. Although seated perhaps there was an optical illusion because the extra padding in her bodacious butt. She was well proportioned all over. In other words she had the large arms and elbow dimples that FA's love so well. Also she had a nice sized tummy. She was dressed in buisness attire and was very stylish. I had to see what this vision of beauty looked like from up front, so I circled the dining room looking for my friend but secretly to catch a glimpse of this visions face.

She was not bad looking at all but about 15years older than I mentally pictured her. That was a little shock to my brain because when I glanced at her from the rear I had a mental picture of someone in their late 20's early 30's.

She was a beauty that stood out as if in color compared to a monochrome background. She had to be somewhere around 375-400lbs range. I don't often see women who are beyond 250lbs that often. The fact that she was pear shaped was a special bonus.