~BBW, ~BHM - The savannah plains, watching BBWs (and BHMs) wander.
(Author's Note: Let's play a game, you've got to guess what I am actually talking about in this story. Ready, then off we go!)
Hilda waddled down to the edge of the watering hole, her enormous thighs slapping together, every inch of her massive, sensuous body quivering and wobbling with each massive step. As she entered the water, it flowed between her legs, so refreshing, cold, and nice in the baking sun. She moved forward and dived in, her breasts touching the water, going hard. There was always something erotic and wonderful about going back into the cold water, something primeval calling her back. Like most of her group, she had spent most of her life near or in the water, and despite her truly enormous size, she was a very powerful swimmer, probably the best there. With the exception of Chris, of course, but he was rarely around and no one liked him and his family anyhow.
Next to her swam an old acquaintance, Henry. Despite being huge, he was one of the best things about her life. Every time she was horny, he was always there to make her scream in ecstasy, over, and over again, each and every time. Next to him swam Helga, a good friend of theirs. As she dived, Helga revealed her body, blubbery, bloated, yet sleek and sexy as all hell. Her butt stood out as a landmark of achievement, so wide and so thick, every male in the group wanted a piece of it. Hilda's own little highlight were her boobs and belly, both large, powerful and so, so nice to felt.
Hilda noticed the new arrivals at the hole. Elly and her band rolled up, taking long drinks form the water. Hilda gave her a wave, and Elly waved back, in between scooping the water into her mouth. Elly was heavier than Hilda, but not fatter, on account of being taller. She was wider, her hips making her seem like a cross between a fertility goddess and a circle when facing towards her. Her dour partner, Ernest, wandered up, and began to snuggle up against Elly with loving affection. Elly draped herself across him peacefully by the watering hole.
More people came, and Hilda, lying in the water, her breasts and belly breaking the surface, looked on. The tall and gentile Gil and Gretta bent down gracefully, carefully sipping at the water, barely making a splash in its surface, their long slender legs wobbling slightly. The rough, tough and dangerous Randal and Rosie were a little way off, drinking rebelliously apart from the rest of the group, daring anyone to come close to their massive and powerful selves. George and Georgina looked over their shoulders, terrified and tense, before quickly drinking, ready to bound off at any second. Zetta and Zed, gamboling about in merriment, moved their way to slurp in the whole thing, with bubbly personalities in chubby bodies. The slow and patient, but well looked after family of Wilma and Wally wandered up, heads bowed low in humility at their unkempt appearance.
Soon the watering hole was a buzz of activity as others joined. Olga and Otto bounded along, constantly checking who they were, where they were, who you were, sorry for getting in your way, who are we again, hopping from one great leg to another. Karen, another friend, hopped onto Hilda, and began to clean her hair and body whilst she lazed in the water. There was not a sight of Leo, Lance, Chester or Christopher, along with their acolytes of Vince and Harry and Harley.
Hilda looked up at the sky, Today was a good day, and, she sensed, with the touch of Henry on her vast hypnotic bosom, it was bound to get a lot better.
(Who, or what, are these characters? it's up to you to guess!)
The Watering Hole
by Irish Bard
by Irish Bard
(Author's Note: Let's play a game, you've got to guess what I am actually talking about in this story. Ready, then off we go!)
Hilda waddled down to the edge of the watering hole, her enormous thighs slapping together, every inch of her massive, sensuous body quivering and wobbling with each massive step. As she entered the water, it flowed between her legs, so refreshing, cold, and nice in the baking sun. She moved forward and dived in, her breasts touching the water, going hard. There was always something erotic and wonderful about going back into the cold water, something primeval calling her back. Like most of her group, she had spent most of her life near or in the water, and despite her truly enormous size, she was a very powerful swimmer, probably the best there. With the exception of Chris, of course, but he was rarely around and no one liked him and his family anyhow.
Next to her swam an old acquaintance, Henry. Despite being huge, he was one of the best things about her life. Every time she was horny, he was always there to make her scream in ecstasy, over, and over again, each and every time. Next to him swam Helga, a good friend of theirs. As she dived, Helga revealed her body, blubbery, bloated, yet sleek and sexy as all hell. Her butt stood out as a landmark of achievement, so wide and so thick, every male in the group wanted a piece of it. Hilda's own little highlight were her boobs and belly, both large, powerful and so, so nice to felt.
Hilda noticed the new arrivals at the hole. Elly and her band rolled up, taking long drinks form the water. Hilda gave her a wave, and Elly waved back, in between scooping the water into her mouth. Elly was heavier than Hilda, but not fatter, on account of being taller. She was wider, her hips making her seem like a cross between a fertility goddess and a circle when facing towards her. Her dour partner, Ernest, wandered up, and began to snuggle up against Elly with loving affection. Elly draped herself across him peacefully by the watering hole.
More people came, and Hilda, lying in the water, her breasts and belly breaking the surface, looked on. The tall and gentile Gil and Gretta bent down gracefully, carefully sipping at the water, barely making a splash in its surface, their long slender legs wobbling slightly. The rough, tough and dangerous Randal and Rosie were a little way off, drinking rebelliously apart from the rest of the group, daring anyone to come close to their massive and powerful selves. George and Georgina looked over their shoulders, terrified and tense, before quickly drinking, ready to bound off at any second. Zetta and Zed, gamboling about in merriment, moved their way to slurp in the whole thing, with bubbly personalities in chubby bodies. The slow and patient, but well looked after family of Wilma and Wally wandered up, heads bowed low in humility at their unkempt appearance.
Soon the watering hole was a buzz of activity as others joined. Olga and Otto bounded along, constantly checking who they were, where they were, who you were, sorry for getting in your way, who are we again, hopping from one great leg to another. Karen, another friend, hopped onto Hilda, and began to clean her hair and body whilst she lazed in the water. There was not a sight of Leo, Lance, Chester or Christopher, along with their acolytes of Vince and Harry and Harley.
Hilda looked up at the sky, Today was a good day, and, she sensed, with the touch of Henry on her vast hypnotic bosom, it was bound to get a lot better.
(Who, or what, are these characters? it's up to you to guess!)
