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There is a woman I chat from time to time with who lives about 500 miles away, is a single mom, and weighs almost 400 pounds at 5'3. I sent her some pics of myself, some naked as I am wont to do, and she loved them. I was flattered by her attention. I should say she is very pretty, with doe eyes, carved mouth, long black hair, button nose, nice skin. Just a very attractive fat woman. For me, it was just play, and ego-boosting, and light.

She never asked my name. She called me by my chat name.

I popped into the chat early Monday morning and she texted me, ââ,¬Å"Give me your number so I can call you.ââ,¬Â She was going to visit my town on business. I gave it to her, telling her to call me at 6, after work was done.

She didnââ,¬â,,¢t call me at 6. She called me at midnight. That pissed me off a little, but when a beautiful woman calls you at midnight and wants you to come over, you get over it.

I took a shower, dressed and headed over to her hotel.

I called her from the lobby. She said give her 5 minutes and sheââ,¬â,,¢d get decent and presentable. I called her in 10 and she said come on up.

She opened the door. I was unprepared for how massive she was. Her body filled the doorway. I didnââ,¬â,,¢t look below her eyes, didnââ,¬â,,¢t want to stare out of politeness. She was wearing white cotton pajama-type bottoms and a tube top, her belly spilling over the top.

We talked. I liked her. Not to marry her. But liked ââ,¬â€ intrigued. She thought I was younger than her; I told her the truth, that I was not, and she demanded my driverââ,¬â,,¢s license. I showed her. She still didnââ,¬â,,¢t catch the name. I wasnââ,¬â,,¢t insulted by this or anything else she said or did.

We gabbed, sat next to each other on the same bed, her little feet right next to me, and went through the delicious awkwardness of a new meeting. She asked me to take off my shirt so she could see me; I stood and did it. ââ,¬Å"Youââ,¬â,,¢re skinny!ââ,¬Â she exclaimed. (the perspcective of a 400-pound, 5'3 woman can be unique) Finally, she asked me if Iââ,¬â,,¢d like to touch her belly. So I did. I reached across and put my hand on the massive blubbery appendage that was her stomach, a stomach fed and fed and fed until she was surrounded by fat. On purpose. She'd done this on purpose. I thought about this as I touched her. She was soft as butter, and very, very flabby.

I got up, all turned on, and cooled off on the next bed. ââ,¬Å"Why are you over there?ââ,¬Â she asked.

ââ,¬Å"I donââ,¬â,,¢t know.ââ,¬Â

"Come and sit by me again."

"Ok.

"Rub my belly some more!"

This time I rubbed her belly like she likes to have it rubbed, which is to say rolls of fat grabbed and shaken. For me, it was absolute heaven---just a mountain of sheer blubber, and she loved having it touched and played with. "Don't be shy about shaking it," she said. I used both hands and just kneaded the dough, up and down, up and down, sideways, gathering up all the fat and squishing it together, letting it go and watching it ripple like 100 gallons of jell-o.

She pulled me on top of her. We didnââ,¬â,,¢t kiss and she didnââ,¬â,,¢t take her top off; we were just being close. I marveled at the fact that her body stuck out seemingly ten feet on either side. This was a very, very fat woman.

ââ,¬Å"I want to see your cock,ââ,¬Â she said. She undid my pants, pulled it out and grabbed me, making me moan. She bit my right nipple, hard, then buried my dick in her big belly, where it got delightfully lost.

We didn't have sex, or even spend the night. I don't do that unless I have a heart connection with someone. Prerequisite: Learning my name! But I left, in a little bit, all fired up. My God. That was the biggest girl I had ever touched, and I LOVED it!