The landscape of fat-buried rolls and curves is a staggering sight. You can't resist. Predictably enough, you turn toward the two hulking chunky masses rising up over the woman's back and run for it. The prospect of a BBW giantess is so overwhelming that you have a knot in your throat as you run.
The trip quickly becomes treacherous and grueling. The blazing white ball of the sun glares down relentlessly on the fleshy skin stretching out around you. The porous black flesh is almost glowing red from the heat and you can feel the ground beneah you soaking up the rays and getting hotter. You look around at the love handles and watch sweat squish noisily out of them. The ocean of fat buckles under your legs and quivers with each step, making it hard not to trip and tumble down the side of the sleeping plumper's thigh. You glance over the corpulent slope of the leg, lying squished and flattened on the towel, and gulp. Any misstep might send you falling to certain death when the leg moves and you're buried under 500 tons of pure woman.
The mountain-sized cheeks bulging out of the giant bikini bottom in front of you seem to soak up the most heat of all. The closer you get to them the more the ground jiggles. You finally reach out and touch the soft side with your hand. You lean on it until your wrist aches but your fingers never stop pushing into the ocean of fat. By now the monstrous fat woman had been lying in the sun so long that her entire body is radiating a superheated smell, like cooking meat. Not satisfied, you feel the damp fibers of the bikini wincing against the pull of the vast buttock beside you and decide to climb.
When you get to the top, you hurry over to the buttcrack canyon beyond the cheek and stare into the abyss. The mountains of meat are shimmering with sweat and lined with friction burns. The tight bikini is wedged tightly in the crack, steaming hot with a slightly sweet odor seeping out. The fleshy tip of the crack is exposed from under the swimsuit. You feel the fat creases engulfing it and look beside you; etched into the glistening brown skin just over to her crack is a name tattooed, but the black letters are so grossly distorted you can't read them.
The open pocket of the bikini leads down into the crack. The darkened pit glares at you, daring you to do it. You nervously wipe the sweat from your face and gaze into it. It might be the heat, but the mirage of the soft, juicy crack makes you want to crawl into it. You feel your resistence waning the more you stare at it...
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