Chapter 1

Dolly Madison Malone was a big girl.

Now it is one thing to be a big girl and know it is all due to genetics because your whole family is a bit plump and you fit in perfectly. However, in poor Dolly's case, her entire family was as slender and fit as could be and she stuck out like a sore thumb when they all went to church on Sunday.

Dolly never really thought anything about her lack of a fashionable hour-glass figure because her happiness with eating all kinds of food was her greatest joy in the whole wide world. She was addicted to sweets and that was the downfall of her many diets that never seemed to work properly. Sometimes, she was certain that the less she ate the more weight she gained and when she looked in the mirror she was so discouraged that her only recourse was to put all the mirrors in the closet.

Being heavy was not an impediment to losing her cherry because the boys in school relieved her of that problem in her senior year when a lot of them just wanted to see how it felt to climb on board the "Dolly Express" and bounce her hard and fast under the football stands. They all joked about taking a "ride" on the Dolly special and making her moan with the stretching from their huge football player cocks.

Dolly didn't realize that her popularity depended more on her submissive nature and her reluctance to refuse any boy because she enjoyed the way they worked so hard to make her tingle down deep inside. Some of the more svelte graduating girls with a picky attitude called her a "slut" behind her back and accused her of stealing their boyfriends' right out from under their noses. It didn't bother Dolly very much because she would rather have the attention the boys gave her when she was feeling lonely.

After school was finished, Dolly elected not to go to college because she was not happy at being the butt of so many jokes all day long and being used for fun and games simply because she was being friendly. Her mother who had been a prom queen in her day and still had plenty of male admirers gave her a coupon to go to a "Big and Beautiful" dance at the church on Friday night hoping that her daughter might find a partner interested in that sort of body style.

Her mum had plenty of male friends buzzing around looking for her honey including the butcher and the landlord who both begged her for favors of a carnal nature when her husband was working down deep in the mine. Dolly knew her mum did her best not to be "easy pickings" for the persistent males but that sometimes she would let them bend her over the washing machine or the kitchen sink with her dress pushed up in the back. She loved to watch her mum taking it like that because it stirred her up enough to make her more inclined to be generous with the boys that wanted to go on board the "Dolly Express".

Dolly was not very happy about the term "Big and Beautiful" because it seemed a bit patronizing to her even though she would probably be the biggest and most beautiful girl at the dance.

Her primary problem was the fact that she was unable to get undies in her size from the local stores and the female clerks took great delight in stating in loud voices that,

"I am sorry madam; we don't carry kickers in that size anymore."

It was so embarrassing that she just gave up and pinned two baby diapers together and wrapped them around her thunder thighs and plump curved buttocks.

Her evening gown was loose enough to hide the fact she was wearing diapers and she didn't expect any boy or man to be doing much exploring in that region since it was the first time she had gone to one of the special dances.

One of the things she noticed right away was that most of the other heavyset girls had one or both of their parents with them and she had simply not seen any reason for the need to have a support system of that nature at a dance. It was easy for her to deduce it was because she was well versed in carnal relations with males and most of those girls had lived a sheltered existence and did not have social skills with the opposite sex.

In a way, Dolly was well-adjusted to her role as a big girl and she didn't really care if one of the boys wanted her for a friend or not. In fact, she was the only girl that actually took two plates for her snacks not worried about what anybody thought because she had skipped dinner and was ready to eat a horse.

A tall handsome slender man with glasses came over to her and sat next to her.

"Hello, I am Mister Johnson and that is my daughter Belinda over there in the corner."

Dolly saw the shy looking girl that looked actually bigger than she tapping her foot to the music and looking upset that no boy had asked her to dance yet. She looked around and saw a lot of boys sitting on their hands. They were certainly no prizes so she didn't understand their reluctance to meet a pretty girl like that even though she did have a disconcerting double chin.

"She looks nice and pretty, Mister Johnson. You must be proud of your daughter."

The man looked sharply at her to make certain she was not making fun of him.

"Well, I certainly think she is pretty and I hope one of these young fools asks her to dance real soon."

They started talking and she found out that Mister Johnson was a widower and had a business downtown supplying swimming and diving equipment to sports-minded students and adults. She told him about her love of swimming and he pulled his chair a little closer making her suddenly feel a little tingle of anticipation that he might be interested in what she was hiding under her loose-fitting clothing.

"I do the back-stroke best of all and I love to swim underwater for a long time because I can hold my breath so long."