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I’ve always had a thing for bigger girls. In my teens I kept my crushes secret from my friends, because nobody went for the girls I liked, the plumper, curvier girls at school. The slim, conventionally pretty girls were fine but I liked a girl who was thicker.
As I got older I got more confident about my love of voluptuous women. I lost my virginity to a curvier girl and most of my sexual partners were thick girls.
So when my editor asked me if I knew who Whitney Thore was, the answer was of course “yes”. I’d liked her video and appreciated the confidence she had, I even watched some of her show. She was a little bigger than the normal girl I went for, but she was fun, cute and quite pretty.
Interviewing her was a big deal and it was arranged that I’d meet her at a dance class she was taking. This seemed cool but the day before I flew out it was dropped on me that I had to take part myself. This was not something I was happy about, most of my dancing is done in private or when I’m too drunk to care, dancing with other people, sober, was not my idea of fun. However, the boss felt it would be a good angle for the story.
I threw a pair of shorts and a vest into my bag, my only exercise clothes which I used to jog as part of my attempts to lose weight myself.
Telling my friends about the dancing part was met with howls of laughter and this echoed in my mind as I flew out to North Carolina to meet her. Due to a prior engagement I wasn’t getting any prep time with Thore and the lesson would be the first time I met her.
The following morning I caught a cab to the centre that hosted her lessons and nervously entered the building. Asking at reception I was told where to go and on arrival found four women waiting, all of them on the plumper side and all wearing exercise clothing.
“Hi, um, I’m here to for the Big Girl’s dance class?” I asked sheepishly.
“Well, y’all is in the right place!” Said a curvacious black woman with big, melon like breasts which strained against a spandex top.
“Um, okay, is Whitney here yet?” I tried to avoid ogling the bodies of the four voluptuous women around me, their workout clothes clinging to every curve of their bodies. I was in big girl lover heaven.
“She out the back, getting ready.”
I thanked the black girl, let my eyes take one last glance at those barely contained breasts and headed the way she had indicated. I knocked on the door and received a “Yes?”
Misinterpreting this I pushed the door open and was confronted with a barely dressed reality star.
“OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL?!” Whitney screeched but I didn’t react.
I was far too busy gawping at her half naked body, clearly getting changed, she was just in her underwear. A pair of pink, heart covered knickers were stretched across her large, wide arse and a matching bra kept her surprisingly small breasts covered. Between the two was a large white belly which I just wanted to kiss and squeeze.
“He-llo?!” She said in a sing song voice.
“I’m hear to cover you.” I blurted. “Sorry, I mean, I’m the journalist covering the lesson.”
“Chris, right?” She asked, smiling.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Well it’s nice meeting you, Chris,” before adding, with a giggle “You’re cuter in person!”
I blushed a little.
“So are you” I added without thinking.
“I did get the impression that you liked the view, but if you don’t mind stepping out so I can change? Or is this going to be a very in depth interview?”
“Oh, sorry. I’ll leave you to it.” And with that I ducked out of the room.
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A few minutes later my cheeks had just about stopped burning as Whitney emerged in tight leggings and an exercise top that clung snuggly to her curves. To me, she looked pretty damn good.