Pornstar hips (1/3) (English)

(BBW, Sex, Feederism)

Dean and LotsofLucy

Dean had been doing this job for quite a while. Things hadn’t always gone smoothly; it hadn’t always been pleasant, and God knew how damn nervous he’d been the first time he was in front of the camera. By now, he knew pretty well how things worked in this business, and he’d long since realized that most performers—whether male or female—didn’t approach the work with much passion, even if it looked completely different afterward. In a way, porn actors were actually damn good actors, in their own way, considering the poorly produced films with outrageous storylines they were forced to appear in. Nonstop faking orgasms and lust, simulating love or arousal with partners they couldn’t stand at all—even though they had to get more intimate with them than any overpaid actor in Hollywood could ever imagine. For these reasons, most performers separated their inner selves from what they performed for the camera. For many, it wasn’t even real sex, but just a mechanical sequence of positions and movements without any genuine desire. Men usually got their money’s worth when they came, unlike women—even if there had probably been a few real orgasms here and there. But even for men, this profession became so damn monotonous so quickly that there was no joy or excitement left when they performed their scenes in front of the camera crew. At least that was true for most…

At a time when everything was freely available and shared online anyway, DVDs had long since died out, and concepts from sites like OnlyFans and Clips4sale were on the rise, poised to take over the entire industry, Dean Strong had maintained a unique approach to his profession. His name was as cringeworthy as it was perfect for this very specific line of work.

Dean had become one of the most sought-after performers in the FA and fat porn scene. Standing 1.97 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a well-toned but not overly muscular body, he drew everyone’s attention and made sure his partners jiggled all over as he thrust into them again and again. But his true trademark was something else: he genuinely loved working with chubby to really fat women. While many colleagues saw these shoots as just a job, Dean felt genuine arousal when he felt soft, jiggly curves beneath his hands. His clips were legendary because the women didn’t just perform for him—they actually came, often multiple times and intensely. That made him one of the few who were true stars in this niche. Many female creators who uploaded their content to sites like OnlyFans or similar platforms also had partners who were presumably genuinely into curves or real, sagging fat, but no one who was honest knew of a performer who made these lovely, overweight women feel like whole women the way Dean did. Producers—and especially female content creators—regularly booked him for their projects, even though Dean himself didn’t run his own platform. He enjoyed the freedom to take only the jobs he really liked.

On this sunny afternoon, he was standing in front of a nice hotel downtown. Lucy had sent him the address in a message. LotsofLucy—her platform name—had been a familiar name to him for quite some time. Her clips, featuring the soft, swaying movements of her body, had turned him on more than once. Personally, Dean wasn’t really into her masturbation content or similar things, but since she’d been active online, Lucy had been steadily gaining weight, posting occasional weigh-in videos. Following her journey of gaining weight had always been what he enjoyed most. Today, he would finally meet her in person.

Two people were already waiting in front of the entrance. The woman was short—no more than 1.60 meters—which stood out particularly well next to Dean’s imposing stature. If he were to fuck her, not only would the contrast between fat and toned be very appealing, but so would the difference in height. Dean loved his women small and wide.

Lucy was wearing a loose summer dress that accentuated her figure without being too revealing. She had a classic pear shape: narrow shoulders, a petite upper body with a distinctly defined waist, and below that, wide, sweeping hips. Her butt was plump and round, her thighs massive, heavy, and wide, rubbing against each other with every step. A small, cute belly bulged out from under the fabric of the dress, soft and sweet. Lucy’s breasts were rather moderate for her weight—a full D-cup that still showed off well. Short black hair framed a cute face with ice-blue eyes and a lip piercing that glistened in the sunlight. She also wore several small rings in her ears.

Standing next to her was Kurt, her assistant and cameraman. When they’d been messaging each other, Lucy had already told Dean about her trusted and capable cameraman—a quiet guy in his mid-thirties with his equipment in a large backpack.

“Dean! So glad you’re here!” Lucy called out cheerfully as she walked toward him. They hugged briefly. Her body felt soft and warm—a perfect sculpture of curves and femininity. Dean immediately felt his pulse quicken.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lucy. Your clips are really awesome. I’ve been really looking forward to today.”

Then the two men shook hands as well.

They chatted for a few minutes. Lucy talked about her latest uploads and how much her fans had been clamoring for a real boy/girl scene. Then, speaking a bit more quietly and with a mischievous grin, she said, “By the way, I currently weigh 109 kilos. Is that okay with you?”

Dean smiled broadly. “Perfect. Just my type. More is always better—or did you expect something else from me?”

“No, of course not,” Lucy said with a smile, casually running her fingers through her black hair as she took a good look at Dean’s well-built body.

They walked together to the hotel room on the third floor. It was a spacious room with a large bed, good lighting, and enough space for the shoot. Kurt immediately began setting up the camera and softboxes. Lucy disappeared briefly into the bathroom to freshen up, while Dean chatted with Kurt a bit as they prepared. The assistant was professional and discreet—exactly the kind of team Dean appreciated. Furthermore, he didn’t seem to be either repulsed by Lucy’s figure or brimming with lust. He simply took his place in the neutral middle and viewed the whole thing as just a small side job he didn’t give much thought to.

When everything was ready, Lucy came out of the bathroom. She was now wearing nothing but a tight black lace set that showed off her wide hips and plump butt especially well.

They both stood in front of the camera, and Kurt gave them the signal to start. There was no lengthy intro or a lot of small talk, because both performers had agreed to get straight to the point. Today’s clip would be about just one thing. Dean undressed as well. His long, thick cock hung heavily between his legs and was already half-erect from Lucy’s hot appearance.

The scene began slowly. Dean and Lucy knelt on the bed, kissing passionately. His large hands glided over her soft belly and kneaded the soft rolls on her sides. Lucy moaned softly into his mouth.

“Fuck, I love how you touch my fat,” she whispered seductively. The foreplay grew more intense, and Dean made sure to give each of Lucy’s lovely rolls of fat plenty of attention.

“Your fat ass and your hips are really damn hot. No one could resist that,” Dean replied, letting his hands wander lower, grabbing Lucy’s wide hips, and pulling her close to him. Her little belly pressed against his hard midsection. He kissed her neck, briefly sucked on her full lower lip with the piercing, and then moved lower toward her breasts. When he took her pierced nipples between his fingers and squeezed them lightly, Lucy flinched and moaned loudly.

“Oh God, yes… play with them. That’s driving me totally crazy.”

The camera was rolling, and Kurt discreetly filmed the whole steamy scene from various angles. Finally, Dean began to pull what little clothing remained off his sex partner’s plump body, admiring her massive, jiggling thighs and her wonderful ass in all its glory.

Dean then gently pushed the naked and aroused Lucy down onto all fours into the doggy position. Her plump butt jutted out toward him, her thick thighs spread wide. Her soft butt cheeks jiggled at the slightest movement. He ran his hands over them, kneaded them firmly, spread them apart, and admired her wet, smooth opening.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, positioning his thick cock at her opening. Lucy was tight, but thanks to her arousal, he slid deep inside her immediately, without any resistance. Her body took him in, centimeter by centimeter, until his hips bumped against her jiggling ass.

“Fuuuuck… it’s so thick and long,” Lucy gasped. “Just right. Come on, fuck me!”

Dean began thrusting rhythmically. With every thrust, her whole body shook. Lucy’s plump ass slapped loudly against his loins, and waves of pleasure ran through her buttocks, her back, and her belly, which hung heavily even though it wasn’t particularly large yet. Her massive thighs trembled with every forceful thrust. Lucy pressed herself against Dean, begging for more of his cock.

“Harder! Take me really hard, Dean. I want to feel it.”

He gripped her wide hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and thrust deeper and faster. The bed creaked loudly beneath their movements. Lucy’s petite body was pushed forward with every hard thrust, only to wobble back again. Her pierced nipples rubbed against the sheets. She screamed with pleasure as he slid a hand forward and massaged her clitoris while he continued to pound into her.

“Yeees! Just like that! Your cock fills me up perfectly…”

After a few minutes, they switched to the cowgirl position. Dean lay on his back and Lucy climbed on top of him, her cute little belly and wide hips towering over him. She reached for his hard, wet cock and guided it inside her. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his pelvis. The young woman’s face contorted with pleasure as he filled her completely.

Immediately, she began riding him. Her massive thighs tensed, muscles working hard beneath her layer of fat with dimples of cellulite, and her plump butt slapped against his hips with every downward stroke. Everything about Lucy jiggled and wobbled delightfully with every movement. Dean reached up, grabbed her nipples, and tugged gently on them. Lucy threw her head back and screamed.

“Squeeze my nipples harder! Yes… that makes me so horny!”

She picked up the pace, riding him wildly and with animalistic pleasure. Dean grabbed her hips and helped her drop down harder onto his big cock. Then, at her request, he slid a hand up toward her neck. He wrapped his fingers around it gently but firmly, applying light pressure. Lucy’s ice-blue eyes widened with excitement. Her face flushed slightly, and she became even more uninhibited and horny.

“Yes… fuck, yes!” she gasped as she felt his strong fingers on her soft, delicate neck

Her movements grew increasingly uncontrolled, and her whole small, plump body trembled. The first orgasm hit her like a brutal wave. Her whole body shook, her inner muscles spasmed around Dean’s thick cock, and her heavy thighs clamped together. She screamed loudly, and her small body tensed as she came.

But Lucy didn’t stop there. She kept riding him and demanded more. Dean thrust up from below, hard and deep. Her second orgasm came just minutes later, even more intense than the first. She dug her nails into his chest, her entire soft body wobbling uncontrollably.

Finally, completely exhausted, Lucy pulled away from him. The petite, plump woman was completely out of breath; after all, for such an otherwise very lazy, decadent, untrained, plump beauty, riding that magnificent cock had been truly hard work.

She knelt between Dean’s legs, taking his long, thick cock—glistening with her juices—in both hands.

“I love blowjobs. My fans don’t really know that,” she whispered with a mischievous smile. “And with you, I really want to swallow.”

She took him deep into her mouth, sucking, licking, and massaging his balls. Her short black hair bounced with every movement. Dean moaned loudly. The camera captured everything—how Lucy’s full lips closed around the shaft and how the young woman struggled to make the entire, massive cock disappear into her mouth.

Dean couldn’t hold back any longer. With a deep moan, he finally came. Lucy held his throbbing penis deep in her mouth, swallowing every drop until he was completely empty. She licked him clean, smiled contentedly at the camera, and gave the tip one last kiss.

“Perfect,” she whispered.

Kurt turned off the cameras. The room smelled of sex and sweat. Lucy flopped down next to Dean on the bed, her soft body snuggling up against him.

“That was really good,” she said softly. “Not just for the content. You really made me come. Several times.”

Dean ran his hand over her stomach and her wide hips. “That’s exactly why I do this. I really enjoyed it, too.”

Lucy got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. They chatted for a while afterward while Kurt packed up the equipment. Lucy told him about her plans for more clips, maybe even a series with Dean. He was very open to the idea. The chemistry between them was just right, and Lucy was damn sexy.

Later, as they said goodbye, Lucy hugged him tightly one last time. Her petite body pressed against him.

“I suggest you follow my content over the next few months. I’ve decided to really go all out with gaining weight now and want to gain as much as possible as quickly as I can. I’ll be announcing this to my fans in a video soon.” Lucy grinned and gave Dean a seductive look. “Who knows, if we set up another shoot, there might already be a lot more of me there to ride you. Maybe…” She paused for a moment. “We could see today’s shoot as a sort of ‘before’ shot, and we’ll see just how turned on you’ll be by the time we get to the ‘after’ shoot. I’m totally into it, and I’ve finally decided to eat without holding back at all—just to bloat up and get fatter and fatter. God, I love this so much, and I even get paid for it.”

Dean was pretty amazed, and his milked cock twitched in his jeans. “Get as fat as possible? But surely you have a limit?”

Lucy grinned even wider and ran a hand over the sweeping curve of her hip. “Oh, I definitely don’t—believe me, Dean.”