>>31579Weird that I forgot all about this, though it was part of an eventful trip with a shitload of SSBBW sightings and such:
I went on a tour of two plantations upriver from New Orleans, where fatties are everywhere, natives and tourists. I was first to be picked up and by Hotel #4 all of us on the tour were at best a bit overweight. Made some sense as so far none of us were from the South or Midwest lol.
Then we get to Hotel #5 and there's a middle aged couple from Missouri, the guy moderately overweight, like 5'7", 200, with a HUGE wife — 5'3" 350-400*. I confess she wasn't hot, even in a MILFy way. She had short hair and whatever face, with a big-all-over figure though overall bottom-heavy. She was dressed like a typical fat American tourist, comfort-first/style-nonexistent, baggy shorts and t-shirt, sneakers.
(* For those of you who've only seen fat women in pics/videos, and/or who believe the exaggerations of BBW webmodels, trust me that up close and personal this is FAT.)
Mind you this was in April, and it's hot as fuck in NOLA — mid-80s, 80% humidity, sun blazing. It was 10AM, already heating up, and I could see she was suffering, red-faced and sweating as she waddled towards the van. We had one pickup left but the van was already fairly crowded. No one said anything all kind of held our breath as we looked around, like, "How is this gonna work?"
The driver knew his stuff and got out to help the husband help her up and in, and it was quite a commotion as she climbed inside. Just a lot of woman in a small space, fussing and huffing and puffing. She (and we) realized quickly there were no double spaces left but then a thin woman around her age graciously offered up her seat, separating herself from her (thin) husband but thus allowing her most of a 3-person bench seat to herself — that she needed. She thanked the skinny woman so many times it was embarrassing.
She was right behind me and grabbed onto my seat as she sat down, so hard I thought it was going to break Once she was settled I could feel the heat radiating off her, and hear her breathing. It took til the next hotel for her to breathe normally again. A thin Spanish family got on and fit themselves in where they could.
So we drive an hour or so to the first plantation, the driver has some good stories and info and has everyone talking about where they're from, how many times they'd been to NOLA, etc. We park and the fat woman lets everyone out first, which makes sense. The driver was kind of into me — draw your own conclusions — and perv that I am, I led him on a little, hanging back to chat while hubby extracted his wife from the van.
Finally myself, hubby, and the driver escorted the woman from the lot to the museum/admissions area, maybe a 200 yard walk but no shade. Suffice it to say, she was dying by the time we got there. Worse, as we got our badges and such, she got the drift this specific plantation was mostly outside, more about the life of the slaves and such than seeing an old house. She was like Nope, and told the hubby to have fun while she stayed behind.
It was a really interesting, impactful tour (not that you guys care lol) but I was pretty sun-struck and dehydrated by the time I got back. The fat woman would have died, I'm sure. When we got back she was — I swear I'm not shitting you — eating candied popcorn from a big bag with an iced tea next to her. (And for you Yankees and foreigners, iced tea in the South is always loaded with sugar.)
Then it was onto the next plantation, just up the road. It started with another walk and she started to wilt before we even reached the house. The driver graciously found her a shady bench and stayed with her the whole time, again allowing the husband to actually get something out of the $280 they'd spent. The house had some steep stairs so she'd have been SOL anyway.
We piled back in, her first this time, and headed back to NOLA. I had dinner plans near the first drop off so I didn't get to watch her disembark, but I felt like I'd had enough fantasy fodder for the day. As mentioned, NOLA is FA Disneyland, eye candy anywhere you look, at any hour.