... on a Northbound train....

Sitting on a northbound train, sharing a two seat opposite two seat grouping with a very substantial gal who must easily weigh at least 450 pounds, perhaps more. Her face has the someone mottled and flushed coloration that some fat folks have, her nose, in a thinner person would be a very substantial aquiline nose, but here it is a straight line surrounded by many curves. When I came, late for the train, most of the two person seats were occupied. And all of the three person seats,.. which are nice for a fat person to sit in with only one other person, because the middle of the three seats is rarely attempted unless the train is REALLY crowded (and I’m not suitable for a middle seat unless I can be fairly certain that the two people on the window and the aisle are together and will likely slide in from the aisle to sit together, giving me the prime aisle spot), were fully occupied by two people. By the doors on this older equipment are two pairs of two person seats facing each other, which is generally less comfortable than the single rows which face the back of the row in front of them.

But this gal was sitting regally in the aisle seat of the pair facing forward and the door, the two seats opposite her untaken. This wasn’t so odd since with her very substantial belly, her trunklike legs were splayed so that they occupied almost ¾ of the width of the seats facing her, her width on her seat even with her arm sticking out beyond the end of the seat on the aisle side extended across better than a third of the adjacent seat without counting her arm. Since the seats have no internal dividers she sat comfortably, occupying seats intended for four when there were virtually no seats available on the train.

Being a big fella myself I had figured out that my choices were limited, either squeeze into a middle seat of a three seater or park myself caddy corner across from her. As I eyeballed my choices, it became clear that the seat with the fat lady was the winner, even if my legs would be squashed and perhaps she would be slightly discomfited by having to try and squeeze her legs closer together.

As there is no rack for bags or coats above the end seats I had to put my case and coat down next to me as I squeezed in.My legs which are also fairly substantial and belly which is rather protuberant, were a bit tight. But the view was well worth the price. Sitting here in the corner, with the side wall biting into my right leg, I see her sitting there, trying to keep herself as snug and compact as possible. A man who must be her husband sits across the aisle from her, comfortably seated. She’s sitting there with her right hand gripping the fingertips of her left hand which is flattened against the top of her broad and deep belly. Her chin is buried in a large band of flesh which continues straight down from her face without any narrowing on the sides and forms a second chin under the main chin. But its not a chin in the sense that it hangs, but rather like her neck has swelled up to fill the space between her shoulders where it starts and her ears where it ends, and the chin has somehow gotten in the way. Whenever she turns her head or looks down the chin digs into the neck band, causing it to spread out and around the chin.

She’s wearing a sleeveless dress of imperial purple over a long sleeved knit shirt of a lighter purple shade. Around her neck is a necklace formed of cubical green and orange stones, perhaps jade and some semiprecious stones. The dress has a rounded front to show perhaps a hint of cleavage, but the long sleeved shirt, which has a turtleneck collar prevents that. The collar is big enough to comfortably contain the massive neck. Her upper arms are large but not particularly so relative to her overall size and her lower arms and hands are relatively small in comparison. Her breasts are quite modest in size and sit on either side of her chest closer to her armpits, pushed there by the top of her belly.

Ah, the belly, it was the first thing my eyes espied when I came down the aisle and it is a thing of beauty and supersized scale. It appears from the view I have to be a single belly without a horizontal break running vertically from the bottoms of her breasts down below her solid thighs in the middle, and squeezed into a roll of substance on either side atop the upper thighs. Across her belly is probably at least six inches wider than her shoulders and her hips are lost below the belly. Now as I take stock she’s shifted her hand and has now moved the left hand over the right hand, which is pointed down and reaches almost her belly button, visible as a small indentation in the taught belly covering fabric. As the train shifts as it rolls on down the tracks I can see the belly shaking and shimmying more than the rest of her.. as the very soft and heavy belly reacts to the shaking of the train. Despite the way in which her belly is tightly encased in the dress like a sausage, the belly will not be stilled. As the train has moved on I have noticed that her legs periodically slide outward and then when she notices it slides herself back against the seat and tries to slide them together. With a small glance I see that her back is also extraordinarily fat, the back of the dress with very huge opening for the arm under the shoulders is pressed out with a mountain of flesh . The back is filled out keeping her shoulders a good six or eight inches from the seat back.

As the train rumbles to the first stop, where I will be getting off, I ask for the train gods to make my stop hers. And, prayers answered, several minutes before we arrive she slowly elevates herself to her feet, her belly shifting and finding its place under the tentlike dress she wears. I notice that she has fat feet, no huge surprise and very large ankles, but the dress comes all the way down blocking any view of her legs above the ankle region. As she stands there and reaches over for her coat, sitting next to her on the seat, I see she is quite tall, perhaps 5’8” or 5’9” and her belly sticks out a good foot or more and is majestically wide and low seated, and I adjust my weight estimate upward to at least 500 and perhaps 550 pounds. After she’s put on and buttoned her coat, she daintily picks up a small bag which seems to have something with almost no weight. The bag is so dwarfed by her size that its almost bizarre. Her husband across the aisle has readied himself and as she shuffles out to the aisle and toward the door he tries to be the gentleman and carry the light bag. She shoos him away and as the train comes to a roaring stop, her belly, even through the dress and coat sways precipitously. But she doesn’t lose her footing or balance and she slowly waddles off the train.

So ends the tale as she turns right toward the elevator and I turn left to the nearest staircase.

The Deep End of the Gene Pool

The deep end of the gene pool

So far in discussing fat people, and primarily women, I’ve discussed those who weigh between about 200 and 550 pounds. These are the people you’d meet on the street or in a restaurant or perhaps in a store. For the most part they are just like everyone else, but fatter. Though, as you approach the over 400 or over 500 pound group, there are significant differences in the ability to move, increasing restrictions which might be called mobility issues.

Mobility issues tend to appear at different weights and ages depending on lots of factors, including genetics, activity level, mental approach, personality, environment, weight gain patterns, weight distribution on the body, etc. However, as weight starts to creep beyond about 550 pounds, except in unusual or exceptional situations, or where people are quite tall, all have significantly reduced mobility. Long walks are a thing of the past, stairs are a hazard and obstacle to be avoided unless absolutely critical, and driving a car becomes either difficult, dangerous or impossible.

However, to move well beyond this weight, to 700, 800, 1000, 1200, 1500 or more pounds, and mobility is measured in different terms. No mobility outside of the house is the first thing to go, then limited mobility between bed and bathroom and perhaps couch/wheelchair/walker. Finally, the body is trapped in a bed except for the intervention of heroic efforts, usually requiring large numbers of people, specialized equipment, significant physical effort on the part of the movers and movee(but not requiring the television cameras of a daytime talk show host to report or show the activity). Soon mobility is defined by the ability to move around within the bed and then by the ability to move parts of the body, such as forearms and hands and feet, even if the lower arms and legs are not movable by the fat person without assistance.

In the past I’ve chatted with folks at all sizes of large on up to more than the weight of Carol Yeager, reputed by Guinness to be the heaviest person ever at about 1600 pounds. Many will say that folks who claim to be so big are lying and frauds. Some are, some aren’t. Over time I’ve developed a sense of what rings true and what has the odor of fish and is likely not true. The clearest evidence that a person is as big as they claim is to see the person with your own eyes. But, in the real world, visiting such a person would be extraordinarily unusual. Anyone who’s grown to a weight so large that it’s shockingly large, say over 700 or 800 pounds, and those who care for them(more about that later) are highly protective of their privacy. There is a significant concern that the “authorities” would step in and take control of the fat person in an effort to bring their weight down to more “normal” levels. In most cases there are either no photographs or a few photographs shared very cautiously, because of the way in which such photographs always seem to appear and spread on the internet, in Yahoo Groups, and other sites, private and commercial, regardless of the absence of permission to share those pictures.

In those chats I’ve learned many things which seem to exist in essentially all of the extraordinarily fat(“X Fat”). First, is that none of them are light eaters. While some are clearly food addicts, others just love to grow fatter, and others are in submissive relationships with one or more people who seek to make the X Fat person keep growing. However, all of them eat significantly more than even a big eater that you would see around eats.

Second, none of these people have reached their X Fat sizes without the assistance of others. No such person can manage their lives to take care of even the food procurement side of their lives, not to mention the obtaining and maintaining of housing, heating, cooling, clothing(to the extent they wear any), bathing, bathrooming, etc. As folks grow into X Fat sizes, they develop a need to be supported in all of their activities, often even the eating. This support can be needed in stages and over time, or it can be needed all of a sudden in the event of an injury or illness.

Third, not everyone can grow to X Fat size, no matter how much they eat. Genetics clearly play a significant role in how fat any person is or can become. Many fat people tend not to eat as much or much more than “normal weight” people, but are somewhat or much heavier than their skinnier brethren. In some ways their genes have made their bodies more efficient in extracting all the chemical energy(calories) from the food they eat and in retaining that energy, stored in natures favorite energy storehouse, fat.

Fourth, none of the X Fat folks went to sleep one night weighing 200 or 250 pounds and awoke the next morning weighing 750 or 1000 pounds. Contrary to the weight gain fiction which posits a magical formula or spells which make the weight pour on impossibly quickly and without limit, this doesn’t work in the real world. Their bodies have to grow to adopt the new fat and size, by expanding the area of the skin, growing new blood vessels to support the newly added fat, and additional muscle to move the new weight around while they’re moving. Unlike an ice sculpture which melts in perfect proportion, retaining the exact same shape as the ice melts, people gaining weight don’t just scale up in size, retaining the same proportionate shape. Similarly, when they lose weight it’s not in the same order as its gained. In addition, when questioning how a person could get so fat that they weigh 1200 pounds, the answer is by weighing 400, 500, 600, 700, 800, 900, 1000 and 1100 pounds, and all the pounds between these numbers first. Which sort of leads to the question that most folks really mean to ask.. which is I can understand how you got really really fat… but how did you get to 1200, didn’t you know at 500, 800, 1000 pounds that you had to stop and lose weight?

Fifth, X Fat size people are generally not either mentally retarded, incoherent or uneducated. While this may seem gratuitiously sensational, I’ve put it in because many folks talking about such people assume they must be stupid, doing something which they have no idea of the consequences of, or are misinformed about what they’re doing because they haven’t read any thousand of stories and reports of the dangers of obesity. While the X Fat size people I’ve spoken with have varying levels of formal and informal education, sophistication of mental approach and spelling skills, I’ve never chatted for very long with any X Fat size person, who I’ve believed is actually that fat, who isn’t well informed, mentally active and part philosopher. They know what they’ve become, have seen it happening to them and generally, have either encouraged the development or been sanguine and comfortable with the process and result.

Sixth, sexual relations with and by X Fat size people are possible and the X Fat size people and those close to them in a sexual sense always seem to find a way to satisfy themselves.

The level of support required by the X Fat person is extraordinary both in terms of cost, time and physical activity. The support team, and generally it isn’t just a single person, has to acquire, prepare and deliver food in sufficient quantity and with sufficient regularity to try to satisfy the needs/desires/wants of the X Fat person(and the support team which often seeks to continually ramp up the quantities of food being eaten). They need to take care of the bathroom needs and bathing of the X Fat person, which are, well, beyond the scope of this post. As many SSBBW’s know the skin is a very finicky organ which requires constant monitoring and special care to avoid problems resulting from skin on skin areas, like under the pannus, breasts, in fat folds, etc. Such needs and cares are multiplied in the X Fat person because of their even bigger size and plethora of folds. This exceptionally large size results in their skin becoming even more fragile because it has to cover a much larger surface area (its not unusual for a person over 1000 pounds to have dimensions well into the triple digits, with waist/hip measurements approaching or exceeding 200 inches and thighs approaching 100 inches around).

Medical needs of such folks are an entirely different issue. Many require constant oxygen to get sufficient amounts for breathing, and apnea requiring BiPap machines because the pressure required to allow breathing are too great for them to breathe out against. And, ironically, it often requires a serious health emergency before outside medical assistance is called for. Surprisingly, many of the X Fat are surprisingly healthy in conventional terms. Their blood pressures are in the normal range, their sugar levels normal and many are rarely or ever sick. Of course this isn’t always the case and many times a simple illness can be life threatening in an X Fat person and diseases like cellulites and lymphedema are not uncommon. When the X Fat person has a condition, disease, or problem it is generally attempted to be treated in situ by the support team. The two main reasons for this are that it is so difficult to move the X Fat person that it is safer to treat them where they are if possible. The other reason is the fear that the X Fat person and the support team have about making the outside world aware of the size of the X Fat person. There is a tremendous fear that once the outside world gets its hands on the X Fat person they won’t let go unless and until very substantial weight loss is undertaken. Treatment by medical professionals often requires transportation to a hospital facility, and the ability of an ambulance corps to transport X Fat people is spotty and generally totally inadequate. Even 700 pound folks who are marginally able to move with assistance are regularly dropped or injured in being moved. The trauma and injury from the moving is often the cause of more serious problems in the X Fat person beyond the original reason for medical attention. Those who are unable to move themselves at all are even tougher to move without the proper equipment, vehicles and practiced teams of X Fat People Movers. The effect of this is that the X Fat and those around them enabling the growth to X Fat size tend to resist being moved for treatment until their situations are often critical and there is no time for proper planning and securing a safe transport. Not a pretty picture.


But, like the Yeti and the Loch Ness Monster, the X Fat people are figures of such privacy and public rarity(not really sure how common such folks are, but everyone I’ve spoken to on this subject, primarily FA’s attracted to the biggest of the big, assumes that there are many more than most people would guess, and they’re getting bigger and bigger), that for FA’s there is a special surge of interest in such folks even if there is no realistic interest in forming a physical relationship with them. Like the big game hunter in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s in deepest darkest Africa, there is a certain cachet in FA circles associated with knowing folks who are bigger and fatter than anyone else has ever seen. People who are often twice as big as the biggest fat ladies in the circus.

For me, my dealings with the X Fat people has always been about trust, not sharing any aspect, picture, story about a friend who is an X Fat person with anyone else unless and until the X Fat person has told me its okay to share. I always assume, unless hearing otherwise, that what I’ve shared withan X Fat person, or SSBBW or BBW or any other friend, or they've shared with me, is private and not to be repeated and shared without their permission. The X Fat people are exceptionally careful about who they interact with and what they share about themselves, apart from their real concerns about the "authorities", since there are some FA’s who are absolutely fanatical in their efforts to actually meet the X Fat women of their dreams. I’ve heard a number of stories of police becoming involved due to stalking type activity. While this has always sounded rather bizarre to me, I’ve heard it enough to sense that it’s likely true.

So, I’m curious if any of the readers of the blog are interested in hearing more about X Fat folks, are attracted to them, repulsed by them, both attracted and repulsed by them, have stories they'd like to share, or just bored by the discussion. I also wonder if any of the X Fat are readers of this blog.

The Fat Woman on the Sopranos

The Fat Woman on the Sopranos

Ginny Sack, Johnny Sack’s wife, a very supersized woman with very big hair was a welcome addition to the cast of the Soprano’s last season(which was two years ago in real life). She was picked after an open casting call(amusingly called a cattle call), and had a very small role. Except, everyone seemed to really enjoy her acting and the interplay between the very fat woman and the fastidiously skinny Johnny Sack, and so they added additional scenes for her, including one in which her “dieting” which was very unsuccessful was found out by her husband. Rather than just screaming at her about why she was so fat, his response was along the lines that he loved her, and she didn’t have to lose weight for him. The first real SSBBW FA on mainstream, if cable, television?

Tonight, the first episode of the next season, Ginny Sack is back, though it was a bit tough on the first watching to see if she’s gained weight, stayed the same or lost weight, though it's clear that she’s still a SSBBW. She had two scenes and it looks like she will be involved in a number of the story lines with several of the characters, including her husband who’s in jail and Carmela Soprano(Tony’s wife).

Curious if any of you BBW’s, SSBBWs or FA’s have any thoughts on Ginny Sack.

Spring Has Sprung!!!

Spring has Sprung!!!

Today the weather in the city reached into the low 70s and an entire city emerged from the Chrysalis of Winter. Coats, jackets, heavy sweaters were shed and bare blouses, shirts and dresses were on display.

As an FA, the first day of warmth as winter wanes is like my Birthday, Christmas, New Year, Mardi Gras and St. Patrick’s Day all rolled into one, with nothing but gifts and grins all over the place. All those mysteriously large women bundled into shapeless outerwear have emerged. And each year I am convinced that many of the women have gained a substantial amount of weight over the winter because much of the clothing is deliciously snug and curve hugging.

Hips, Thighs, butts, boobs, bellies are all on display. Too short shirts fail to meet the overly burdened pants with the resulting bellies and love handles curvaceously presented like pristine plump oysters on the half shell.

I had the good fortune to have a luncheon across town, a walk of about half a mile each way. Leaving an extra few minutes so I wouldn’t work up too much of a sweat, since I am a fat man, I paraded to the luncheon like the proverbial kid in a candy shop with a roll of nickels(old proverb… new proverb, with his mother’s Platinum Amex card). I saw such sights that it was almost more than I could handle to continue walking diligently along my path and not slowing and stopping and turning … too much… as I saw wave after wave after wave of abundantly amusing eye candy. Women all sizes of large, from those with slender bodies but some serious booty, or average sized women with newly formed rolls of belly cascading over her pants’ waistline, to borderline ssbbws with thunderous thighs and boulder sized butts, to amazingly ample apples, pears and hourglass shaped ssbbws provocatively sashaying down the street, confidently proclaiming their power of positive self-adoration, to a few women of such size that the majestic stateliness of their liner-like passages made my knees weaken and my own gait stumble to match their regal strides.

After a rather delicious lunch… a prodigious prime rib, cooked to perfection on the edge between rare and medium rare, side orders of mushrooms, hash brown potatoes and creamed spinach, which followed a decadent caesar salad, and preceded a delightful selection of berries clinging defiantly to the whipped cream, I truly needed and enjoyed the ability to walk back to my desk. The prime rib was cooked to my liking and in addition to the succulence of the main chop portion of the prime rib, had substantial amounts of particularly tender and juicy meat hugging the foot long bone, the meat and fat along the bone crisped to a peak of flavor. The amazing selection of rolls, including an ethereal saltstick roll(a long torpedo shaped roll with a crisp exterior studded with salt and some other seeds like caraway along it carapace), rounded out the food. A bottomless supply of delicious iced tea and a double espresso with dessert made the entire experience complete.

On the walk back the internal warmth and satisfaction was matched and complemented by the passing kaleidoscope of humanity, including tourists, office workers and others. All manner of women in sizes were on display from anorexic on up to SSBBW like the diverse mass of life descending from Noah’s ark after the great flood receded. After three solid months of cold it really reinforced the miracle of rebirth which is exhibited each year as the Earth comes back to life after an extended period of apparent slumber. My eyes and brain were unable to separately catalog all the beauty on display, merely taking it all in…(reminds me of a line from Jungleland, a Bruce Springsteen song…

…Between flesh and what’s fantasy and the poets down here
Don’t write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be…

Bruce had it in a negative sense… but for me it was an overwhelming input of a positive type…

[Today]…. in …..Jung…le…..land…..(bring up the sax and guitar….)..

Breasts

Breasts

Known as breasts, tits, boobs, titties, chest meat, casabas, jugs, bosoms, bazooms, boobies, the girls, the boys, udders, flopdoodles, gazongas, hooters, headlights and thousands more(found at http://www.ariannaonline.com/forums/archive/index.php/t-14567.html), the female breasts have been and continue to be the source of more depressed IQ’s in guys than any other body part.

Also, apparently the source of a woman’s intelligence, since us guys tend to speak directly to the breasts, with our attention and bulging eyeballs anchored there as well. Never have I felt so stupid as when I have met an attractive woman with 4 sigma breasts and my usually lucid, crackling wit abandons me, my mouth suddenly feels like its been in the Sahara for a few weeks and my nimble tongue suddenly turns to lead.(4 sigma refers to the concept of standard deviation, which sigma is used to represent and 4 sigma refers to a woman who is four standard deviations larger than the mean. Okay, we’re talking a woman with some serious hooters who is bigger than all but maybe 5 gals in 10,000).

As obsessed as many men, and I include myself in this group, are with women’s breasts, I often think that women are as obsessed with their own breasts and those of other women as the men are. Of course they don’t react like the boys, with the blood leaving the big head on top and making a beeline for the smaller head on the bottom, but they clearly do react. In my experience I’ve never met a woman who is satisfied with her breasts. And this experience encompasses women from relatively small and flat chested on up through the alphabet of B, C, D, DD, G, K, MM and bigger. This includes women who are traditionally busty, super busty, bbw’s with average/proportional breasts and very large breasts and ssbbws from relatively tiny on up to mountainous breasts. The litany of complaints from the women runs the gamut of size(too small, too big), firmness(too firm, too wobbly, too soft, spongy), hang(too droopy, hangs to the center, hangs to the sides), shape(too long, too wide, too thin, too fat, too uneven), the size, shape and location of the areolae and nipples, and the difficulty of getting a good fitting bra.

I must confess that I’ve never met a breast I didn’t really enjoy. If given my preference I would opt for a woman with enormous breasts that require two hands to properly handle even one of the breasts, and in my experiences with such exceptional breasts I have truly considered myself blessed to be in the presence of such pulchritude. The memories cause my hands to twitch, replaying the rapturous events in the theater of the mind.

But, I have been enchanted and completely satisfied, with all breast neurons stimulated with women with more modest sized breasts, from very soft B’s through C’s, D’s, DD’s on up. And on a ssbbw, even a relatively flat chested gal still has lots of breast to fill one’s fingers and hands and mouth with joy.

I’ve heard so many people talk about the ideal breast, but I find this sort of a discussion of little interest to me. First, because I revel in so many different types of sizes, shapes, etc. Second, and more importantly, if taken as part of a real relationship(as composed to copping a feel in a public place… not something recommended), we’re talking about something which may be eye candy to attract one into the relationship, and when one gets to the point of actually enjoying a sexual event, only part of the mix. Third and most important.. we’re talking about breasts which are a part of a woman’s body, not some detachable item that one can discuss and grapple with apart from the bearer of the breasts. When talking in general about breasts this third point is generally ignored.. but in the real world it is the most important point … the breasts are one (or perhaps two) components of a full package. And, if one’s focus is only getting one’s hands and mouth all over just the breasts and ignoring the rest of the package, that’s okay for fantasy and discussion, but not okay when one attempts to convert the fantasy to reality.

To further muddle the picture… no discussion of breasts could be complete without discussing the nipples and the areolae which surround the nipples. Nipples are so often like a hotline to the Oval Office, with a flick or lick the ship of state is geared for action. The diversity in size, shape, textural feel and responsiveness and growth when stimulated of nipples is truly astounding. And, wiling away the time watching the rings of the areolae stiffen and rise as ones fingers orbit the nipple is both arousing for the lady and for the man watching the boob biology in action. Those fingers are twitching yet again, remembering past pleasures.

So, I lift my cup(cups?) and say a toast to one of the great creations in this world… two hearty cheers for breasts.

Bellies

Oh to revel in the glory of a bountifully buxom belly. A tremendously tumescent tummy. A mountainously magnificent midsection. A gloriously gigantic gut. A supernaturally significant stomach. A prodigiously pronounced paunch. A galaxially ginormous girth. A world-class wonderful waist. An alp-sized amazing apron. Okay... you get the alliterative and assonant sense that I enjoy a big belly.

But bellies more so than most body parts can vary in size, shape and type more so than most body parts. The small little pot belly of a girl who is otherwise relatively slender, peeking out from above the waistband of her pants, perhaps only when she sits and it pooches out over her pants. The prodigious great single hanging belly apron proclaiming its presence up and down the front from under the breasts to the knees or beyond, and wider than the back at points so that from the rear its rounded sides can be seen extending wider than the back or even hips and legs. The double belly, having a horizontal crease at some spot, defining an upper belly projecting outwardly and the lower belly hanging out and down. The split lower belly, seemingly struck by lightning and divided vertically below the belly button into two monumental sections. The multi-rolled belly creating a sea of rolls of varying size and thickness. The super six pack, that upper belly, starting right at the lower portion of the breasts, seemingly growing ontop of the belly itself because there is more of her body that wants in on being belly. The belly apron, taking on a variety of shapes and sizes, often growing downwardly more on one side than the other.


What is it about a belly that’s so attractive? I have no idea, but I’ve found that my pleasure centers are wired to focus on a belly and the outwardly curving belly seems to trigger pleasure neurons and/or hard-ons with seemingly effortless ease.

I’ve found that my pleasure in the viewing is substantial regardless the size of the belly or the way in which it is presented.

Sometimes, a belly which is outlined with clarity by the tight fitting nature of the shirt or pants or dress can bring tears of joy to my eyes and similar emotions to the smaller head down below. Other times, the way in which a belly of some size is artfully camouflaged by its bearer in loose fitting pants with a long shirt can be equally exciting.

In the hidden case I can see through my intense concentration and application of my fertile imagination(as well as deep reserves of memory banks of other bellies of all sizes and shapes), the belly’s essence, though teased out by seeing only a scattering of points of reference. Often, the belly can only be seen in full stride, as the extension of the legs causes the belly to reach the limits of the pants’ size and its shape is briefly highlighted by the fabric. Often, it can be the way in which the woman walks, suggesting a very large, heavy and voluminous belly hanging downward though unseen.

In some ways I see myself as an explorer of inner space… finding hidden bellies of size and merit in much the same way that astronomers find black holes and new planets by the effects they exert on objects around them. When I find such new, hidden wonders I often am of several states of mind: happy that I’ve discovered a new belly worthy and wonderful to view; curious if I’m the only one who’s espied this hidden beauty; curiosity why its owner has gone to such lengths to hide her abundant charms; and sadness that she’s felt it necessary to hide that which I find so attractive.

Now, apart from the relatively small bellies which can be hidden with an overhanging shirt, in most cases no one is really fooled that the possessor doesn’t have a substantial belly, the only thing that is really hidden from view to the casual observer is the actual shape and positioning of the belly.

As is almost certainly true of many FA’s(I’d like to say all or almost all, but I just don’t know enough FA’s to go that far… suffice it to say I’ve never met a male FA and also never met any female FA’s who didn’t have a similar fascination with sightings), the catalog of sightings is one of the most wonderful things about being a FA in the wild (yet another reason to avoid immobility and confine oneself’s ability to see new people). Every time you venture out there is an opportunity that you will see an example of beauty. A new belly, an amazingly broad, round and enormous derriere, breasts of such size and shape and heft that they will linger in one’s memory banks for years, or, will keep for only a few hours or days.

As improbable as it may seem, I have a recollection of a belly sighting dating to the mid sixties when I was less than ten years old, of a woman who appeared at the time and in my memory as being impossibly huge bellied. In Colonial Williamsburg I recall seeing her first on the grounds where her belly was so big that it hung below her knees and I recall being mesmerized by the way it swayed as she walked. I saw her again the next morning at a restaurant where she was with her family, and my recollection was that she had three or four children and a husband and each of them passed any remaining food on their plates to her where she finished it off. When she got up from the banquette I recalled that they moved the table so she could get up and she waddled out with that belly again swaying as she moved. At the time my reaction clearly wasn’t sexual, but presaged my later interest in SSBBW’s. At this time, more than 35 years later my only recollection of the woman is her belly and a full multi-chinned face with blonde hair, but the impression made on me at that tender age was indeed quite significant.

Without much effort I can summon a variety of monumental sightings, though some are of much more recent vintage and are more completely filled in with details. I wonder if any of our readers can summon the biggest belly sighting any of them have had, and comment about it in as much detail as they can muster.

The Thighs Have It

The Thighs have it

I love women with fat thighs. Everything from thighs which are slightly plump in a way that when the gal walks away I can watch a small portion of her upper thighs in pants rubbing as she walks on up to a magnificently fat thighed woman who needs to walk with a wide waddle, her thighs all the way down to her knees, and perhaps beyond in permanent contact and apparently violating the law of physics which prohibits two bodies from occupying the same space at the same time.

Walking in the city, as a part of my daily commute and at lunch time I often see women of all sizes and shapes on the street and in the train station. And, unless its the dead of winter and they're wearing an ankle length fur coat or parka style jacket below the knees, walking behind a woman going my way is often like heaven on earth.

The sexy woman with very full hips and thighs, wearing those lovely blue jeans, the inner portions worn white from the rubbing on each step, the full inner thighs, like twin crescent moons, caressing each other and sliding on by. A hypnotic, mesmerizing show in two part harmony. Often, as I cruise on by this wonderful sight or some other I will see a woman who's face and body, apart from the view from behind, is pedestrian and not worth a second look... but oh that amazing thigh dance.

The enormously huge woman, wearing the stretch leggings, her thighs a serious multidimensional explosion waiting to happen, each thigh 50 inches or more around, with a collection of hugely enlarged bulges, like a treasure sack filled with nothing but enormous golden eggs, each thigh bigger around than a strong man's chest. Her pace slowed to accommodate the substantial effort each stride requires can be a moment of Eden in the land of Cain. Of course a woman with thighs this large is generally also the possessor of other ssbbw delights. However, its not unusual for a woman to be much much bigger in her thighs and legs than in the rest of her body. Of course, a woman of this shape often also includes hips and butt which jut out and move in a fashion which can mesmerize an FA on its own. There have been days when I've seen such a vision of loveliness ambling along either alone or with a friend or significant other and try to imagine myself alongside her, slowing my walk to match her deliberate pace, perhaps a hand resting lightly on her shelf or around her waist(unless her size and pace require such significant side to side movement that contact would interfere with her gait). There have been days when I've walked with women of this size and shape and those days are burned deeply into my memory banks, always available for idle replay in the theater of the mind. Those replays never cease to bring back the sense of wonder, joy and arousal that the original event created.

However, a woman's thighs need not be that large, objectively, to make the attraction sizzle. One of my earliest FA memories after seeing a collection of proud fat women together at a Naafa event, some of whom were wearing pantyhose in sizes made for their ample legs, was a fellow FA confiding in me that the slight buzzing sound we heard as several passed was known as "hose hum", a sound which is anything but ho-hum to me. Now, whenever I hear this sound, of the layers of pantyhose from each leg rubbing against the other, I smile back to that time and wish I had someone to share that happy thought with. Now I do!!!

The saddest sight for me, in recent times was seeing a woman walking along and recognizing that her two legs never touched at any point, all the way to their point of connection with the hips. A woman who was not by any means anorexic or concentration camp thin, this woman had toothpicks rather than legs. I grieved for her at the emptiness of her shape.

This touches on another point.. probably not directly related to thighs, but it struck me now. There are many women, primarily very slender women, who in my eyes almost certainly look much better in clothing than out of it. This experience has been acquired several times over the years either when I have been subjected to viewing such a woman as she removed her clothing(usually when a male friend felt the need to show me pictures of some female acquaintance of his in a bathing suit or nude pics--you might ask why a man would share naked pics of someone he cares about with another.. and I agree with you.. its pretty repulsive, but in the cases where it happened it snuck up on me before I realized that the pictures were actually nudes and not just bikini type pics) or when I try to imagine what a particularly skinny woman would look like without clothing. The first times it was really shocking to me how model type women who actually looked pretty okay in clothing looked uncomfortably gaunt, skeletal and bony without clothing.

The shocking thing for me is how I've never found this to be the case with fat women. Many fat women look incredible in clothing, particularly if the clothing emphasizes or highlights some attractive feature of their bodies. I've never seen a picture of a fat woman sans clothing look repulsive or uncomfortable. I might not be particularly attracted to the woman, but the body is attractive nevertheless. The presence of sagging flesh, stretch marks or odd folds and creases represent real life and while perhaps not something that someone would want to share with the general public, it in no way diminishes or takes away from a fat woman's physical beauty.

I wonder if any other FAs have found the same sort of repugnance in skinny women, who look palatable in clothing, but offensively unattractive without clothing. I also wonder if this sort of reaction is what many fat women experience when dating non-FAs who are able to tolerate their bodies when appropriately attired, but not when they are undressed. Hmmmm this sounds like something requiring further thought.

Enuf for now.