Do you mean that?!", I say, shocked. "You really want little ol' me to be your date?" Who you talkin' about little?", she asks comically. We both laug...."But you really want me to go with you to the prom?", I ask."Yes. I've been battling in my mind for a long time if I believed you were the one person for me to be a soulmate", she says."Kacey?!", I say, still shocked. I'm very surprised by this."Can I finish?" Sure." I want you know this wasn't, and isn't, easy. But you know for the longest. That evening I gave her a massage, methodically working those folds of flesh, only avoiding her breasts and groin. She sighed with pleasure as I worked.“Don’t you mind? I mean, surely you don’t like handling all that fat?”“I don’t mind. Actually, you have lovely skin, soft and smooth.”That, more or less, was the pattern. The eighth day of our relationship I weighed her, first thing in the morning. She was elated to have lost five pounds.“Don’t get too excited, Simone. That’s partly because it’s. I can't help but feel good about two guys talking about who wants to fuck me first. I feel sexy :). Guy B says he wants to go first, so he rubbers up and lubes everything that needs lubing and fucks me missionary. It felt so good. He fucked me really hard but coz he wasn't too big I was able to take it comfortably. Also while this is going on I'm sucking guy A's cock and looking up at him. His chubby body really turned me on and I couldn't keep my hands off him. After about 10 mins it was guy. Forced to accept Jessica as an entry the judge began to pinch her arm meat for thickness and quality, the same as he would do to any pig fit for slaughter, he then moved to her breast squeezing each in succession, not so much for sake of judgment but rather to cop a cheap feel of a lovely young lady.After several minute's of adding up the contestants score’s the judge returned to announce the winner, walking over to the microphone on the stage he began to read out the score announcing "Pig.