Where's my Michelin Girl?

I know when it started and I know how it started, but admitting it took awhile. I had a desire for BigGirls. A strong, unyielding and all-encompassing urge to merge with thick, chubby, pudgy, fat, phat, stocky or what ever else society wants to call it when a woman isn't skinny. Worse if she has a big, juicy butt and some thick thighs. I like to feel her skin and feel softness.

When I was little, I had a teacher named Mrs. Jones who would always give me a big hug when I did well on my homework or up at the blackboard. She had big arms and a huge bust and when she would hug me, it felt like the attack of the pillow people. She had a nice perfume that wasn't strong, so you'd have to be real close to smell it. I think she must have put it in her cleavage cause even now when I think of it, I feel weak. Inside her bosom, the smell of her cachet and her breasts muffling out all the sound around me made me want to Ace every test and complete every assignment. So being wrapped up in a BigGirls arms or nuzzling between her thighs is just what I need to get me off and feel like I've accomplished something.

But most of all is when she has a brain to go along with all that juicy goodness
and a sweet or sultry voice. Man-o-man...

So put on your glasses and don't hide your smarts, but by all means don't be shy to be a BigGirl. You are loved and desired more than you'll ever know...