Big Ch. 4 - Shake, Wiggle, & Roll

Big Ch. 4

Shake, Wiggle, & Roll

Manny was weathering a bit of a drought. For several weeks he had not had a hook-up with a plus-size lady, neither one he knew or somebody new. It seemed that summer that everybody was busy or elsewhere.

NBD. He wasn't so randy that every second he needed to be humping someone. He wasn't even really hurting for companionship. There was a good crew at work; they all got along, and sometimes hit a bar or a place to eat before heading home to their very different lives. Aaron had three kids all under the age of seven; so that was a thing. Zack was 'maybe gay'; nobody pushed him too much about his 'sleeping arrangements.' Kimmie had a lot of groups and clubs; so on any given night she was scooting off somewhere.

Kimmie was the only one who knew about his 'jones' for big women. She had set him up with big busty Julia. That had been a win. She sometimes asked about Alecia, and whether they still 'surfed together' often. Sometimes with her it was a little bit weird because she'd be pointing at this or that big gal and whispering, "What about that one?" Like maybe she got something out of the idea of him roistering some statuesque dame.

But now she was out of town and so, it seemed was everyone else. So, on a whim, he just went to the maps app on his cell, pulled it out to show most of the county, and punched in 'clubs'.

Not too many. He didn't really want to go into downtown traffic. Maybe more like a roadhouse with cold beer, maybe good steaks and barbecue. Karaoke? Mm, maybe. Live music? Yeah, if they didn't pump up the price of ordinary brews out of sight in order to 'recoup'. Hmm, how about the Longhorn Lounge just out of town on 27? Could be way tacky or rustic and friendly. Worth the drive to find out. Didn't look like a place he had to dress up for. Likely to have a cowboy vibe.

Manny put on the one shirt he owned with mother-of-pearl buttons on the pockets. Stetson? Nah. Even though he had one he wasn't going to pretend he was a cowboy. Maybe his black onyx bolo though. Yeah, that added just a touch of flair.

But his intention was to go and eat and sip a brew, maybe enjoy some music, not so much to try to pick up someone. That was always a bit of a workout. A short guy has to crank up some extra charm; and have something that makes him special. Maybe he races cars, or he started his own tech company, or he's first cousins with somebody famous and has a lot of 'tales out of school'. That wasn't Manny. Oh, he was a nice guy with a good job. But he was getting thin on top and his nose was crooked. So.

The place was pretty busy so they seated him a little too close to the bathrooms. Still, it wasn't too noisy and it wasn't too quiet. The wait staff was young and cute. Lots of 'western' artifacts on the walls. The heads of a couple of real longhorns. Music.

At first he thought it was canned or jukebox because it was mellow, sweet country ballads. But then he got a glimpse of a little stage way at the other end of the barn-like room. (Maybe it actually had been a barn. The beams were right, and there seemed to be stalls that had been repurposed as booths. Yes, and what must have been a hayloft.)

Someone was singing a very convincing cover of Patsy Kline's 'Crazy'. Wow. You could actually hear the pain of being a woman in love with a man who just doesn't care that much. He couldn't see much of her; though she wasn't dressed as a cowgirl. Sparkly body fitting dress. Lots of curves under it. And there was something 'liquid' about the way she moved. Pretty red-gold curls pulled on top of her head. Nice. She probably deserved better than a place like this.

By the time his surf and turf meal arrived he was mellowing out, though the singer's choice of songs was on the melancholy side. Punched it up a little with "Momma's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys." Ended her set with a fine cover of Dolly's "I will Always Love You."

He was cutting into his very rare sirloin when the singer passed on the way to the Ladies'. Fork stopped half-way to his mouth. Holy...! This woman was a giant. Towered over him. Would have towered over him if he was standing on his tiptoes. She could probably reach the rafters if she wanted to.

She headed for the Ladies' and grabbed the door handle. It was locked!

"Motherfur! Come on! Why does the Ladies in this joint have to have one friggin stall? Hey in there! You about done?"

It was quite a sight watching this amazing sight dance with impatience. Then it seemed like she and Manny got the same idea at the same time. He was up and over there in a flash.

"Um... I can guard the door if you want to use the Men's? We're a bunch of slobs, but 'any port in a storm.'"

She stared down at him with a big crooked grin.

"Yeah, please, quick, sorry, let's do that if you don't mine. I shouldn't take long. So, yeah, yeah."

She ducked into the men's room. Literally ducked. The doorframe was too low for her.

Manny stood guard like a good soldier. But he was surprised to hear sobbing coming from within. Three times he almost went in, or called out, "Is everything okay?" But he figured the lady needed her peace and quiet for a bit, even when it meant that he had to wave off a pissed off customer.

"Fag. Make me piss in the street."

Manny shrugged and said nothing. The sobs in the john subsided, and after a few more minutes the giantess emerged.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry, but I heard you crying."

She sniffed and raised a tissue to a cute nose that was a bit red. A sigh.

"I've been better."

"If it helps please know that you sing absolutely beautifully. You made my night. I was feeling a little down in the dumps myself. Even though most of your songs were sad, they picked me up. Funny how that works. So, thanks."

She was studying his face.

"Wow. That's so sweet. Sometimes it seems no one listens at all. My applause is all clinking of forks and knives."

"Well, I mean it. You made my night. And it doesn't hurt that you're beautiful, too."

Now she stopped and bit her lip.

"Hey. Come on. You don't have to lie just to make me feel better. Pretty I ain't. My voice... okay. It's my little superpower. But the rest of this..." She wave an arm down her body, "... don't kid a kidder. And, hey, your dinner's getting cold. You'd better...." She turned to go, clutching her little shiny silver matching bag.

"Um... yeah. But... is there any chance in hell you would join me? Or do you have another set?"

"Huh. Well. Officially I'm supposed to go on again in a few minutes. But that asshole just fired me, so... Double you tee eff. I'll grab my chair. If I sit on that one it's likely to snap like a twig."

He watched as she walked away, amazed at this turn of events. On one level it was flat ludicrous. Here he was, a fireplug of a man 'chatting up' this statue of a woman. On the other hand.... He couldn't believe her body. Inside that shiny dress everything was moving. There were actual ripples up her backside as she took each step. This was repeated in her bosom and belly as she returned with a big sturdy captain's chair.

"Um, I told that asshole I would do another set because there is a customer who really appreciates my music. But first I need some food."

"Thanks...."

"... Marie."

"Marie, I hope you'll let me buy you dinner."

"I couldn't do that."

"Yes, you could. And I want you to know that I don't do the quid pro quo thing."

"Wait, what's the 'squid'... whatever?"

It was Manny's turn to get a little red in the face as the lady seated herself. It was also nice not to be looking up all the time.

"Um, sorry, embarrassing, but... yeah... like a guy buys a lady's dinner and expects...."

"Ah... got it. No, I don't play that game either. But, truth be told, I need the cash I get tonight to pay my rent, so... beggars can't be choosers. Or rather, they can, but tonight I won't because I'm hungry, I'm broke, I just lost this gig, and my boyfriend just said adios."

"Whoa. Well. That's a hard pill to swallow. But your misfortune is my lucky night. So the price of admission to your concert is a little higher. I get to have dinner with the beautiful star."

"There you go again. Please don't do that."

"Hey, I'm not blowing wind. You are a magnificent looking person. I am privileged to be sitting opposite this...." It was his turned to indicate her majestic form.

"Why are you blowing wind up my skirt, Mr....?"

"Manny."

"Manny, you are a little guy who is unlikely to be chatting up big tugboats like me... ever. No insult to your stature. You are fit and looking pretty... dapper. I think that's the best word. Wait. Let me order, and be forewarned, when I eat I eat." She signaled the waitress.

"Jill, I'd like two orders of the fried chicken with baked yams and collard greens. Some french fries on the side. Apple pie a la mode for dessert. And a stein of the Heineken on tap. Got it? Thanks, Jill. Now Manny, where was I? Oh, yeah, I was insulting you because of your size."

"Not at all. I'm pretty used to being the short guy in the bunch. And, truth be told, you and I play for different leagues, but, that said, I kind of like big ladies. So I figured I lucked out big time tonight. Pardon the pun."

"Pardoned. And if it isn't too personal, what do you mean by 'like'?"

"Hmm. Well, maybe the simple way to put it is that I have enjoyed dating some plus-size women. And no, no complaints on their part. But, as you might imagine, we don't 'go out' a lot together. People can be cruel, even just in the way they look at you. But, to be candid, I'm sure you have known the feeling...."

"Bigtime, yuck yuck. With the accent on the yuck."

"So there we are. I assume your regular guy... or regular gal, if that's your bent, Is an 'elevated' individual like yourself."

"Guy. Was. Done. Ripped me up one side and down the other about my 'physical phatness'. And he's no slim jim himself, so.... Anyway, we're done."

"Recent?"

"Couple nights ago."

"And he meant something. I can hear it in the way you sing 'Crazy.'"

"Yeah, well. I thought it was going somewhere. More the fool me. I figure I'm fated to make a specialty of the 'lonesome highway' songs."

"Who knows, Marie? You got a lot going for you."

"I got a lot, that's for sure. But I come from big people. You should see my brothers. Aaand here's my food. So I am going to get a little bigger. You done?"

"I still got a bite or two. And I could fancy some dessert. I saw a peach cobbler and a volcano cake. So."

"Go for it, if that's your 'druthers.'"

"Just think I may."

Marie made short work of her chicken and they enjoyed their desserts together.

"O... K. My soon to be ex boss man is kind of dancing over there, like I gotta do my last set or else my pay check may forget to leave his wallet. I'd blow him off, but I can use the dough. So... thanks for the eats. Any song you'd like to hear?"

"Can you do Bonnie Raitt's "I Can't Make You Love Me."? Or maybe Susan Tedeschi's "Just Won't Burn"?

"You got it, dude. Coming right up, like they say in the kitchen when they see me coming."

Manny settled in and Marie was true to her word. Sure, she could do some good work on a Patsy Cline number, but she tore the ears off the numbers requested, and then some. Manny couldn't be feeling more mellow, even as the place emptied out and Marie was singing to a few loyal fans. She wrapped the night with "Just Won't Burn." Manny stood to applaud and she looked up from her piano a bit in surprise.

After a while she headed back to where he was nursing his third beer.

"Sunovagun, you are still here."

"Had to hear you singe the songs I requested... and then some. Best evening I've had in an elephant's age."

"Really?"

"Gospel."

"I sing that too."

"I know you do."

"Hey... Manny? You wanna come home with me?"

"Um... you mean it? I'm just the random guy, and not much of one at that."

"Disagree. You have a big... heart. And I am so at ease chatting with you. C'mon. At my place we can get nicely drunk and not worry about going off the road."

"You have a comfortable couch?"

"I do. And it's big, because I like it that way."

"Okay. We router here."

Manny was a bit buzzed, but he figured he could easy follow Marie's vintage Caddy convertible, only she insisted on driving him. Happy to drop him back at the roadhouse later. So there they were, cruising along Route 9 with the top down in the '76 Eldorado, a warm autumn breeze wafting around them. Marie had changed into a casual pair of loose shorts and a stretchy top, very different from her shiny, form-fitting, 'snakeskin' singing outfit. Now, instead of this enormous, otherworldly, glistening creature she seemed like a jolly over-sized girl, her haired tugged up in a knot, barely any makeup.

The only thing that was disconcerting was that they were clearly of two different 'scales'. He could kind of tuck himself down into the cream-colored worn leather seats, while she spread out on them with ease and clearly enjoying motoring down the highway in her Eldorado. He was eager to cuddle up against her side, but the mental image of this immense lady with her great arm around a shrimp of a man held him back. But he was grateful when she put her hand on his and went on down the road, whistling.

She lived in a house, not an apartment. Small and big at the same time. Craftsman style with natural stone pillars on the porch, low swooping eaves, a generous porch swing, a yard with lots of colorful flowers catching the glow from the porch. But inside she had renovated; opening the place up so everything connected with everything. A small back yard through French doors with even more happy flowers.

"Marie, you either have a green thumb or a very well-paid gardener. Look at this place!"

"Why, thank you. It is my happy spot. Ready for that drink?"

"So ready."

"Bourbon, vodka, tequila? And shut up. This girl can drink and damn little happens to her head. All this just absorbs the alcohol. How about you?"

"For a dwarf I can hold my liquor. Uh, tequila, I think. I don't do that much."

"Marguerita?"

"That would be magic, if you don't mind all that mixing?"

"Naw, fun. Okay, one... or three of Marie's special marguerita's coming up. And hey, did I say anything 'size-shaming'? Frankly, Manny, I think everything on your bod kind of 'fits'. And you are clearly pretty sturdy. Work out, right?"

"Yeah, well, I'm not exactly a gym rat. I need to go there regularly to get the yayas out of my head and move some weight around."

The rattle of the ice and the blender and the shaker were very comforting sounds.

"Manny, would you believe / work out a bunch, too? No, it's okay if you don't believe me, but it's true. I especially love to swim. But, boo hoo, I go during off hours because I want to dodge the looks and the snickers. So I blew all my savings on a 'personal solution.' But, even though I swim a lot, food pretty much sticks to me. Here you go. Down the hatch."

"Mmm, tasty. Secret ingredient?"

"Yeah I like to spike it with a little calvados or peach brandy. Something fruity. Yes, I have a sweet tooth. Sadly, or for better or worse that has been practically since birth. Genes too. My parents were big and chubby, my sister too, and always me. Got some bullying. But I also got big like this, so I didn't take a lot of crap sitting down."

They were quiet for a while, each pushing away memories of size related sadnesses.

"You know what, Manny, I think I'm going for a swim."

"Right now? Kind of late."

"Uh uh. I have my own pool now. It's a little guy, but it goes on forever because it has a current."

"One of those Endless Pools?"

"That's it. Fits over there behind that handy privacy hedge so I can.... You know I can never find a bathing suit that really fits. So...."

"So...?"

"So, do you swim?"

"Yep, I surf... so yeah, love swimming. But I didn't bring a suit. I could swim in my briefs...."

"Or...?"

"Yeah, you're the host."

"Mm hm."

She took his hand and led him out into the warm night. Crickets or peepers were making a racket in the trees. Half a moon, disguised, drifted in the trees. Marie flipped a switch and the station that had been playing "Go Where You Wanna Go" by the Mammas and Pappas inside was now heard near the pool beyond the tree hedge, Soft lights gently illuminating the area.

The pool looked like a gigantic bathtub, surrounded by handsome redwood decking. That is until Marie turned a knob and turbulent water began churning from one end of the pool to the other.

"Time to buck this current." Marie pulled her top over her head. No bra, just acres of pale glowing white flesh. It all moved. Two giant half-moons with tiny pink buttons at the center. She pulled the drawstring on her pants and they fell to the deck. Everything Manny saw was smooth and rolling; wiggling delightfully when she took a step. Rippling. And when she turned away there were two more moons, surfaces flowing like cream when she walked on remarkably delicate feet.

She slowly lowered herself into the bubbling water and stretched out as she grabbed the bar at one end. Though she was submerged she had no problem floating, her generous curves allowing the water to flow off and around her. She filled up much of the pool and when she let go of the bar and started to swim it was a sight to behold. Her pretty feet kicked up a lively splash and her delicate hands and thick arms neatly carved the water.

The current was designed to push her back toward the tail of the pool; but she was strong and could stay in one spot, swimming 'upstream' in this tiny patch of river.

She tried several strokes. Breast stroke had her fingertips almost touching the sides of the pool. The frog kick worked those amazing buttocks, sending shivers from her hipbones to her heels. During the sidestroke she seemed to be massaging her own great breasts.

Backstroke lifted those great white globes dripping out of the water, one and then the other, little waves washing around them. A glimpse of a tiny triangle of soaked golden hair at the apex of those massive thighs.

After a time she paused and let herself drift until her feet rested against the bottom edge of the pool, water bubbling happily around her. No problem just lying there and floating.

She beckoned. "Are you coming in?"

Manny had been comfortable just watching the sight of this amazing creamy sea creature. Did he want to spoil the view? Ah, but to actually touch this amazing person....

"Sure." He quickly stripped, not too self-conscious about his nakedness, since his host was already showing off all of hers magnificently. Still, Having his schlong at 'half-mast' as he walked and slid into the water.... And the lady wasn't being coy about scoping it out.

He paddled over to the grab-bar and hung on for a bit, getting a feel for how strong the current was. Kicked his feet to see how much he could push against it.

"I'm going to try a few strokes."

"Be my guest. I'll stand here to give you some room."

Manny let go of the bar and launched into a vigorous crawl or 'freestyle'. Whoa, the current was stronger than he thought. (Which meant that Marie was stronger than he thought.) He had to kick hard and pull hard with his arms to stay in one position. And he worked at it because he didn't want to kick the lady in the face. Still, he must have lost steam at some point because he felt himself drifting backward. And he couldn't grab the bar. And before he knew it he was bumping back against Marie's chest.

When he let his feet sink she wrapped her arms around him and he was suddenly cushion in great pillows of Marie, the warm current bubbling around them. It was so good he did nothing, happy to feel his back softly crushing against her breasts, his ass buried in her belly, her chin on his shoulder.

She let a familiar hand slide down his body and take a soft grip on his growing member.

"Ooh, this is nice. Manny, Quite a happy handful. Would you mind turning around and pressing it against me?"

"Great idea. Your wish is my command."

It was so easy just to pivot in her arms, kind of nestling between her huge boobs, delightfully floating on their own. Her belly was so soft that all his stiffness could nestle nicely in it. And then they could kiss.

Head to head they were equals and Manny was happy to taste the saline of the pool on her wet lips, and spend a little time kissing cheeks and eyes and chin and then getting lost in the kiss again. For a very big lady her mouth was quite petite. But she was a strong kisser.

They spent the better part of the next hour playing in the water, dodging around each other, splashing, trying to duck one another, swimming beside each other in the current; which was hard because the pool was only just wide enough for the two of them, but, on the other hand, it was perfect for sliding up and down each other, wrestling and tussling and squeezing anything that came to hand.

Manny was in heaven because he could just get lost in all that Marie soft flesh.

But after a while her cheeks were getting pink.

"Manny, Manny, I'm getting too heated up. I'm getting out and maybe you can help cool me off."

"Do I really want to do that?" Manny was nibbling the back of her neck, his hands and arms roaming all around her voluminous chest.

"Oh yes. Oh you do. It's a special treat I give myself, and I think you will enjoy giving it to me this time. See, I'm going to haul myself out and stretch out on the deck. And I want you to unwind the hose, which is over there. And adjust the nozzle so it is pretty strong, but not too too strong. I'll let you know. And then I want you to hose me down with the cool water. Hose me down all over, okay? All over."

Marie hoisted herself out onto the deck, panting a little with the effort and flopped face down next to the pool. Manny scrambled out and got the hose, adjusting the jet of water so it was firm but not a blast.

"Okay, Manny, hit me; back, butt, top of my head, down my leg, between my legs, soles of my feet. Go ahead, get it!"

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This was different; quite a sight, watching the brisk water flow over all that soft skin. Marie was making strange sounds, but when Manny paused to check out if anything was wrong she cried out, "Please don't stop."

Strange to see the spray splattering off the top of her head, making her wriggle as he trained it on the back of her neck. And as he gunned her shoulders she spread her arms, a huge white angel. Then down her huge ass, insisting that he pump up the force a little as he jetted each monumental buttock. And he was going to be discreet about the more tender flesh hidden in the valley between those liquid mounds. But she spread her legs inviting hime to shoot the water right there. Those intimate parts were pretty well hidden by the mountains of Marie surrounding them, but he did his best and the lady began making some unusual sounds. So he moved the jet to her thighs and down her monumental legs to her pretty little feet. If anything, water-massaging these lovelies had her whole body stirred.

And then she flipped over.

"Don't blast me in the face please. But you can pretty much spray everywhere else. I'm still too hot."

"Ain't that the truth."

"You say the sweetest things."

"'When the shoe fits', on the naked lady. Here goes."

It was fun pushing the rippling flesh of her gigantic boobs around with the firm stream of water, watching her wiggle and giggle and squirm. She lifted her great boobs and laughed as the stream delighted the underside of them that so rarely saw the light of day. And he let the water sneak up on the pink marshmallows at their center. But she wouldn't let him ignore these; taking the soft boob-flesh in each hand and squeezing so her areola spread shiny.

"Hit 'em, Manny. Make me feel it. Oh, that's great. Keep it jus there. Oh that's.... that's...." She was moaning like she was a little bit hurt; but she wouldn't let him stop.

"Oh, dial it up a little, Manny Yes! When you do that I can feel it in my pussy. Keep going, keep going."

He must have triggered something because her cheeks glowed bright pink and her whole body shook and shivered from neck to knees. He had never seen anything like it. He felt a little guilty at the power of taking this amazing creature to a place where every inch of her body lost control.

After he let her calm down a bit he surprised her by blasting the soles of her feet; which had her squealing and kicking and agitating the smooth folds of her thighs.

And she looked him in the eye as she let her thighs fall open to the sides revealing a tiny pink hollow in the middle of the great pale valley. He took his time, weaving the water back and forth across the rippling thighs, bouncing it off the soft folds of her belly. Closer. closer.

He twisted the nozzle to reduce the force, remembering a video scene of a woman getting herself well and truly off just by letting the natural flow of water flow onto her tender bud. And so he kept his bubbling stream slowly circling the pink target. A little splash here, and little squirt there and she was beginning to squeak, crushing the palms of her delicate hands into the hard buttons of her nips.

When he dared to direct the stream right where he knew it would do the most good Marie began to rock and roll, her cheeks lighting up again and the blush spreading out in an amazing pattern all over her bosom. Soon her great hips were heaving upward. She stared Manny down, an impish smile growing, small nods.

"Yes... yes, that's it. Oh, you devil. Oh lick me with that water. A little harder. So good. Now more. Yes. Even more. Just keep it... keep it... keep it... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Marie fucked the sky. And curled up in a great soft ball. And spread out like an enormous starfish, panting.

She reached up her arms and invited Manny in. And he lowered himself into the soft valley of her body. And his substantial stiffness pushed firmly into that pink rosebud. It was remarkably tight and he clenched down on his urge to let go so he would have some time to ride this amazing soft beast. He was deep in her puss and his face could push up deep in her chest, and her hips and thighs surrounded his own with a valley of softness. And she was able to rock his whole body. And he could thrust hard and deep and all that rose against him and up around him and moved and shivered and caressed and stroked. It was a cradle built for a grown man and he could rock and roll in it to his heart's content, until that need in his groin grew uncontrollable. And he had to ask.

"May I come in you?"

"Oh come, come deep in me. Push, Manny. Thrust hard and fast. Yes! That's got it. I'm coming too!"

She did. And all of that magnificent Marie moved everywhere around him until all that needed release was out and gone.

Manny lay panting on Marie's heaving chest.

And he slid up and gave her a long, sweet kiss.

And together they rolled back into the pool and slid against each other until they were very satisfied.

And Manny found himself seated on the side of the pool while Marie's small mouth made him big again.

When they returned to the house they both ate a lot. First very hungry, then very satisfied. And after dinner Marie gave Manny a lovely private concert. And all the songs were heartfelt... but happy.