There is a bunch of east european slavic erotic folktales about fatties, of physiological and hedonistic kind. E.g.
1. The Lad and the Priestâs Daughter
There was a lad who took a fancy to a priestâs daughter. He invited her for a walk, keeping it secret from the priest and his wife. She agreed to go. She was beautiful, plump, and heavy-set, and after walking just a little way with him, she grew tired. He said to her, âSit on my shoulders, and Iâll carry you.â The priestâs daughter replied, âOh, come now, you wonât be able to carry meâI weigh seven poods [about 250 pounds].â He said, âThatâs nothing, Iâve carried heavier.â
âBut how am I supposed to climb onto you? I canât lift myself up there,â she said. He replied, âWhy should you? Iâll get under you myself.â He squatted down and said, âCome on, sit on me.â She hitched up her skirt, pulling it over her privates so her bare flesh wouldnât press against him, and sat on his shoulders. With her perched there, he stood up from his squat and started walking.
As he walked, carrying her, her round, soft privates rubbed against him through the skirt, and he held her thighs with his hands to keep her from falling. It started to arouse herâit was both embarrassing and pleasurableâand she pressed herself tighter against him with those very lips and slit, letting out so much juice that it soaked through her skirt and wet his neck. He felt it on himself and said, âIs it sweet for you, riding me, beauty?â
She blushed and said, âYes, itâs sweet, Vanyusha.â He replied, âThank you. And if you rode me another way, itâd be even sweeter.â Then he began to wiggle his neck and shoulders, rubbing her privates with the back of his neck. She grew shy and said, âVanyusha, what are you doing?â He answered, âYouâve surely seen how horses carrying heavy loads twitch their manes? Well, Iâm doing the same.â She started breathing heavily and climaxed on him. He acted as if he didnât notice a thing.
After walking about half a verst [around 500 meters], he got tired and set her down to rest. Heâd jostled her belly and body so much that she felt the urge to relieve herself fully. She looked around, but there wasnât a single tree or place to step away to. Too embarrassed to say what she needed, she said, âVanyusha, donât you want to walk ahead without me for a bit?â He replied, âHow could I want to step away and not look at your beauty?â She was flattered but didnât know what else to say. She stood there silently, squirming, clutching her stomach, the pressure down below so strong she could hardly bear it. Blushing as red as a poppy, she whispered to him, âVanyushenka, I need to shit.â
He said, âWhy didnât you say so? Donât hold it in, darling. Shit if you need to. Iâll step away if you want, or Iâll help you if youâd rather. If it were up to me, Iâd feast my eyes on you.â She lowered her eyes completely and murmured even softer, âStay, Vanyushenka. I canât manage without you.â He understood and said, âWhy should you have to sit and strain yourself? Iâll help you.â
He took off his shirt, laid it on the ground, and gently lowered her onto it on her back. He lifted her skirt, took her legs, and raised them up, so everything below was fully exposed. Lying there, she whispered, âVanechka, you can see all my privates, and my whole ass.â He said, âI bow low to you for letting me. I could gaze at them my whole life, and if youâd allow it, I wouldnât just look.â At that moment, she let go from both places. She whispered, âVanya, Iâve shat.â He replied, âGood, darling, itâs good you shat wellâyouâll eat better now.â He tore off the hem of his shirt and wiped her clean, spotless. She said, âVanechka, wash me. At home, they always wash me after I go.â But there was no water anywhere. So he licked his hand and began rubbing and stroking her down there with it, and by the time heâd âwashedâ her like that, she came in his hand.
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