Big Girls Need Love Too

The night after that initial nude massage, Nicole had masturbated for the first time in a long time... and she'd climaxed imagining Yan.

Meanwhile, in the guest bedroom, Yan had fingered herself imagining sucking on Nicole's voluptuous white breasts, eating that perfect big booty and, of course, spreading those thick legs and dining on those fat, enticing pussy lips.

The next time Yan had given her a full body massage, Nicole had again found herself wishing the girl would take the next step and treat her big ass like a sex toy. But she'd also continued to remind herself that it was her fantasy, and a far-fetched one at that, and that her sweet China Doll wasn't feeling the same things.

Over the next six weeks the cycle continued.

Nicole ate healthy.

Yan worked her harder and harder during each workout routine and finished the workout with a lengthy, soothing massage, with each of them completely naked.

Nicole kept losing weight and also building muscle so that she carried her remaining weight more easily and with more of her old grace and sexiness.

At night, Nicole only had fantasies of Yan. She imagined licking that shaved pussy. She imagined a workout where she wore a strap-on and burned calories fucking the tight girl's pussy. She imagined tribbing with the petite beauty. She imagined being bent over and getting hard back shots as Yan put on the strap-on and went back and forth between her pussy and ass.

Meanwhile, Yan had fallen into the obsessed habit of sneaking Nicole's sweaty panties out of her hamper before the maid collected them for the laundry. She sniffed and licked them as she fucked herself to multiple orgasms with a vibrator she bought to get herself off after the lengthy days of temptation. Then the next day she'd swap yesterday's now dry ones for today's 'fresh' dirty panties. She knew it was wrong, but she was secretly in utter lust of her big-boned, beautiful boss and utterly addicted to her sweaty pussy scent and teasing taste.

Also... as time went on, they continued growing emotionally closer.

Nicole shared the entire story of how she got to her greatest weight including the details of her failing business and the eventual, perhaps inevitable, failure of her marriage and its devastating impact on her mentally, including her shattered self-esteem... something she had never struggled with in her younger days. Yan stressed it wasn't her fault her husband was an asshole and real love includes accepting the other through good times and bad.

Yan shared her story of coming over from China at just two years of age and losing her father on the dangerous journey... and then losing her mother just days after she graduated high school. This broke Nicole's heart and made her feel that her problems were trivial after the hardships Yan had experienced.

On the positive side, Nicole shared her hopes for the future: travel, open another bakery, and just be comfortable with who she was.

Yan, in turn, shared her future hopes: also to travel, including to China to meet family she had ever only seen on Skype, opening her own fitness center, and just experiencing new adventures.

When Nicole hit 300 pounds... just 50 from her goal... she decided to celebrate and insisted Yan go out with her.

First, a shopping spree. Nicole didn't buy any new clothes when she won the lottery because what was the point when she was the size she was. Since she'd always been a super-sized woman, even at her most fit, she already knew of the shops and boutiques that catered to larger women. And being rich now, she could also include a few where she only used to window shop. So, she bought a bunch of new dresses, new blouses, new jeans that showcased her back-to-amazing ass, and new shoes (heels, boots, flats and runners). She posed in each new outfit for Yan who was honest with her thoughts... and very complimentary when she liked something. So, it was like a fashion show. Sure, she knew the clothing wouldn't fit for long if she reached her weight loss goal, but she had the money to splurge on herself, even if it was only for a short time period. Plus, she could then donate the near-new items to a woman's shelter and hopefully help other depressed big women present themselves more confidently to the world.

For Yan, her young pussy burned. Each outfit showcased different assets of the much slimmer, yet still voluptuous Nicole.

As Nicole admired the somewhat return of her figure in a red dress that really showcased her body - she always looked best in red - she said, "I think this outfit is missing something."

"It is?" Yan asked, in awe of how amazing she looked in it. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Yan, you're so sweet," Nicole said, oddly sensing that Yan found her physically, even sexually attractive. The look in Yan's eyes was very similar to the men who admired her in her peak days.

"I'm serious," Yan said, her pussy burning and knowing she would be drowning in Nicole's sweet scent tonight while she fucked herself good with her vibrator. "You radiate in that dress."

"Do I?" Nicole said, as she again looked at herself in the mirror. As she did, she couldn't help but notice that Yan was indeed staring at her hungrily. Was there a chance that Yan could be sexually attracted to her? It seemed impossible, yet....

"You must buy this dress," Yan stressed.

The woman helping them agreed. "Yes, ma'am, your friend is right, you radiate in that dress."

"Radiate," Nicole mused, feeling sensual and sexy for the first time in forever. "But, it does need something."

"Jewelry?" The saleswoman asked.

"Okay, it needs two things," Nicole corrected, mentally adding jewelry store to her list of splurges today.

"What else does it need, Nicole?" Yan asked.

"Nylons," Nicole answered.

"Pantyhose?" Yan asked, finding them impractical and a male fetish and something she had not once ever wore.

"Well, pantyhose would work too," Nicole nodded, "but I think a pair of mocha coloured thigh high stockings would work even better."

"They would indeed," the saleswoman nodded, "unfortunately we only sell pantyhose here."

"Unfortunate," Nicole agreed, although she did love the feelings of hands on her big bottom when she was in a pair of sheer pantyhose, and pantyhose really showcased her ass... especially when she wore a thong or went commando.

"Can you get me a pair, please?" Nicole requested.

"Of course," the saleswoman replied, leaving the two alone.

"I'm not sure pantyhose will enhance this outfit," Yan said.

"You're not a nylon girl?"

"Never wore them once," Yan said. "They just seem very inconvenient and unpractical."

"On the contrary, my dear," Nicole said. "They are the ultimate accessory, especially for a white woman like me who doesn't tan."

"Are they not uncomfortable, awkward and hot?"

"Well, they can be hot in this weather," Nicole acknowledged, "but if you buy quality hosiery they are not at all uncomfortable, and instead they accentuate the legs and enhance any outfit."

"How?" Yan asked, still not seeing the practical purpose of it.

"Well, first, while your legs are naturally darker, mine are as white as snow," Nicole explained, admiring the slim, golden-toned legs of Yan. "But for me, nylons of different colours will not only transform my legs into a completely different look, it also will work together with whatever outfit I am wearing."

"I guess," Yan said, not at all convinced.

"Plus, they are sexy as fuck," Nicole added, just as the pretty saleswoman returned with a few packages.

"Here you go, ma'am," the saleswoman said with a sly smile, handing the packages to Nicole. "I gave you a few colour options, though I think a black pair may really make you pop in that dress."

"Why, thank you. Um, what is your name, I'm afraid I missed it." Nicole asked.

"Miranda," the saleswoman replied, knowing who this woman was and hoping to really rack in the commissions on this sale.

"Thank you, Miranda," Nicole warmly said, taking the packages and returning to the large change room.

Nicole chose the black ones, thinking Miranda might be correct, and started to put them on when a naughty little idea popped into her head. She got the pantyhose on both legs to her thighs and then, pretending she couldn't pull them up and over her big ass, she called out, "Yan, this is embarrassing but can you come and help me for a moment?"

"Of course," Yan said, going to the door.

"It's unlocked," Nicole said.

Yan walked in, closed the door, locked it, and immediately saw the problem.

"This is so embarrassing," Nicole feigned shame, "but apparently my ass is bigger than I thought it was."

"Your ass is perfect," Yan said, nearly swooning when she discovered Nicole wasn't wearing any panties.

"You really are so sweet," Nicole said. "Can you be a dear and help me pull the pantyhose over my big ass."

"Sure," Yan agreed, but stressed, "but what have I told you about criticizing yourself?"

"Don't do it."

"And?"

"I'm beautiful as I am."

"Correct," Yan said, as she moved her hands to try and help.

Together they pulled them up and on.

"Thanks," Nicole said.

"My pleasure," Yan said, dry-mouthed, as she looked at Nicole's amazing ass which in the sheer, shiny pantyhose somehow looked... not better, but great in a different way.

Nicole noticed her staring and got a rush of adrenaline as she said, "See, don't they help accentuate my legs?"

"Um, yeah, they do," Yan said, breaking her stare at Nicole's amazing ass and looking to her legs and realizing they did indeed change the look.

"They also feel so nice," Nicole said, as she put one foot on the bench and moved her hands up and down her legs.

"They do really enhance your legs," Yan agreed, finding pantyhose sexy for the first time ever.

"Come feel," Nicole offered.

"Okay," Yan said, slightly curious if they were as soft as they looked. As she put her hands on Nicole's legs she was shocked by how soft and silky they were. She said, "Oh, my."

"I know, right?" Nicole said. "But you have to buy the right kinds."

"I didn't even know there were kinds," Yan said, as she continued to move her hands up and down the silky sheer fabric... a little entranced by it.

"Oh, there are different brands and quality," Nicole said. For the first time in forever feeling sexy and sensing someone was attracted to her, she asked, "And doesn't my ass look great in the nylon fabric?"

"It really does," Yan agreed, staring at the amazing ass as Nicole literally posed for her.

"Marco used to love to massage my ass in pantyhose before he ripped them open and fucked me," Nicole said purposefully and then feigned embarrassment. "Oops, I'm so sorry, that was likely a little too much information."

"No, no, you can tell me anything," Yan said, a little distracted, as she admired Nicole's ass in the pantyhose. As she took a mental picture to keep in her subconscious, she said, her pussy actually leaking a little into her panties, "I imagine no one could resist you in these pantyhose."

"Yeah, well, he eventually could," Nicole said.

"He's a fucking moron," Yan said.

"Yeah, he was," she agreed, although she did miss his dick deep in her pussy or ass. Marco had been a big guy himself, who loved BBWs. He had a dominant persona in the bedroom and knew exactly how to really give it to her like she needed. Hard. Deep. Fast. She wasn't a woman who wanted to be made love to, she wanted to be fucked and pounded.

"Once you get back in the dating game you'll have a long list of suitors," Yan said.

"Suitors," Nicole laughed at Yan's word choice.

"You know what I mean," Yan said, still admiring that pantyhose-clad ass.

Nicole stood straight up and allowed the dress to drop down, hiding her butt. "Do the pantyhose help enhance the dress?"

"They do," Yan agreed, although secretly she was sad to no longer see Nicole's ass. God, she was becoming completely infatuated.

"I know you've only seen me in a progression of sweatsuits and yoga shorts," Nicole said ruefully, "but back in the day I had a pretty good sense of fashion. And now, because of you, I'm back to where I can put it to use." Nicole looked gratefully at her trainer and savior, who blushed under her golden skin from the compliment. The BBW also made note of Yan's one flaw - her own lack of fashion sense. Well, that was something Nicole could help with.

"It really doesn't take all that much to find ways to accentuate a girl's assets," she said.

"Yeah, not really my forte," Yan said.

"I can help you," Nicole offered.

"That would be great," Yan said, really enjoying this intimate day... well, at least it was intimate for her.

"Here, help me out of these pantyhose," Nicole said.

"You're not keeping them on?" Yan asked.

"You think I should?" She asked, loving the look of intrigue and maybe even lust in Yan's eyes.

"They definitely enhance your look," Yan said, glancing down to admire Nicole's thick legs in the sheer hosiery, "and are quite sexy."

"Well then, I'll keep them on for you," Nicole smiled.

"Um, okay," Yan said, unsure what Nicole meant by that.

"Now it's your turn," Nicole said.

"My turn?" Yan asked.

"We need to get you some new outfits too," Nicole said.

"We do?"

"Yes, if I'm getting back out there in the real world, I am going to need someone to go with me," Nicole said, having been invited to a couple of movie premiers and a variety of other events, particularly high-profile fundraisers... having money opened a lot of doors.

"Oh, okay," Yan said, surprised by this, but she had been suggesting for a while that Nicole had to get out of the house and start living.

"Let's go pay for these items and then we can go to a shop that caters to women of your size," Nicole said, not in an, I'm-ashamed-of-my-size-way, but merely acknowledging the reality of their very different body types.

Fifteen minutes later, in a trendy shop, Nicole parked Yan in a comfortable armchair and said, "I'm going to go and get you some outfits to try on."

"Okay," Yan said.

"We definitely need a nice dress for tonight's dinner," Nicole said, as they were celebrating hitting 300 pounds by going to a five-star exclusive restaurant that took weeks to get into... unless you had millions of dollars... then it was very easy. Money, she was learning, solved a lot of problems.

"Okay," Yan repeated, a little overwhelmed as Nicole scurried off.

Yan looked around, shocked at the prices that were all at least three digits and sometimes four until her employer and now benefactor returned to the stunned girl with a dozen dresses and outfits.

Nicole made Yan try on each outfit, come out and model it as she wanted to see the hot young girl in as many sexy dresses as possible... her pussy burning since she'd noticed Yan giving her looks and then doubling when Yan had her hands on Nicole's nylon-clad legs and was undoubtably admiring her ass.

For Yan, trying on expensive designer dresses, while being served wine and other delicacies was the ultimate rush, the staff here was as attentive as Miranda had been at the last boutique. Plus, she couldn't help but sense that Nicole was admiring her... the same way she had been admiring Nicole... she couldn't help but feel things she had only felt one other time.

Nicole ended up buying Yan six dresses including a beautiful gold cocktail dress for the evening that the Chinese beauty still had on. She said, "Of course, these need nylons."

"They do?"

"Yes," Nicole said, as she waved over a saleswoman dressed in a very fashionable business suit.

The woman walked over and asked, "What can I do for you, ma'am?"

Nicole asked, "And what is your name?"

"Miranda," she answered.

Really?" Nicole asked.

"Yes, is that odd?"

"Our last saleswoman was also named Miranda," Nicole said. "Rather serendipitous."

"Yes, it's not a very common name," Miranda said.

"But a very sexy one," Nicole said, and Yan felt a pang of jealousy that Nicole seemed to be flirting with this pretty woman.

"Miranda, could you be a darling and bring a pair of mocha coloured pantyhose for my petite friend here."

"Of course," Miranda said, "that would be the perfect colour for that dress and her complexion."

"Agreed," Nicole said to the saleswoman, who then left on her errand. Turning to her sexy, young fashion project, and drinking her in, Nicole said, "You look amazing in that dress."

"Thanks," Yan said. "I would never have thought of this colour for me."

"I imagine you look good in anything," Nicole said, pouring on the praise and meaning every word of it.

"Thanks," Yan repeated, getting flustered by the compliments.

"You're not used to compliments either," Nicole said.

"Yeah, I've always found them awkward," Yan said, as they were also usually superficial... just as were looks.

"Well, trust me, enjoy them when you can get them," Nicole said.

"I definitely enjoy them coming from you," Yan said, then wished she hadn't been so blunt. She didn't want her growing lust for her employer to become obvious and make their relationship awkward.

"Here you go," Miranda said, unknowingly interrupting the conversation.

"Thank you," Yan said, taking the package.

"I will be right back if you need anything."

"Thank you," replied Nicole cheerfully. Once Miranda was out of ear shot, Nicole turned to Yan, "Do you know how to put those on?"

"No, but it can't be that hard," Yan said, not immediately catching on to Nicole's sly, subtle offer to help.

"Oh, the first time it can be harder than you could imagine," Nicole said. "Let me show you."

Nicole then took Yan's hand and led her into the changing room.

Yan felt a jolt of electricity at having Nicole's hand in hers.

Once inside, Nicole said, "The dress is too tight to pull up and put the pantyhose on, so you will have to get out of the dress."

"Okay," Yan said, as Nicole moved around and unzipped her and helped slide the dress down the tiny, perfect body... making both women tremble.

"Sit down on the bench," Nicole instructed, feeling a bit of a rush at her sly attempt at seduction.

"Okay," Yan said, sitting down, even as she felt a little more wetness leak into her panties... enjoying doing what she was told... just as she'd done during her best sex with Yolanda and other older BBWs who had read and led her correctly.

"Lift your right foot up." Nicole said, as she opened up the package.

"Okay," Yan said, feeling more wetness leak out of her... she was hoping it wasn't going to be obvious.

"You need a pedicure," Nicole said.

"Oh?" Yan said, being introduced to yet another fine detail of femininity.

"Your toenails painted red will really work with this dress and this shade of nylons," Nicole said, as she rolled up the first leg.

"I've never done that," Yan said. Of course, she kept her toenails neatly trimmed, mostly to avoid damage while doing aerobics and such in close-fitting athletic shoes, and sure, she painted her fingernails on occasion, but never was one to get into the cosmetics side of things. For example, she almost never wore make-up.

"Well, that is our next stop," Nicole said, as she moved the nylon to Yan's foot. She unrolled it up to her knee and then did the same to her other foot.

Yan watched and trembled as Nicole touched her, caressing her feet and calves as she put on each leg of the hose.

Nicole then said, "Stand up."

"Okay," Yan said as she did... realizing her pussy was now directly in front of Nicole's face... and worried her scent would be obvious... she knew she had a strong scent... something Yolanda said really drew her in... and something other women had raved about when they were in between her legs.

Nicole couldn't help but look at Yan's panty-covered crotch. Sure, she had seen Yan's naked pussy many times now, yet somehow this was different. She also noticed a wet spot that made her smile slightly as she moved her hands to the pantyhose and slowly, ever so slowly, began to work each leg over the smooth, toned skin and muscle... her eyes continued devouring the pussy lips protruding through the panties, while her nose drew in a slightly exotic scent... which made her mouth water.