>>72515
tldr: fat girl smell good
Intoxicating is the right word to be sure. You can literally get high off of it. Addicting. No one fat girl has the same smell; more unique than the range of their body shapes. Their own little ecosystem. I feel like I'm the only one into this part of fat admiration sometimes, but it's good to hear it's not just me. Doesn't make sense that you would be into super sized women and not like at least a little subtle faint musk.
I guess if you are a forever alone chronically online gooner you wouldn't have a chance to develop a taste for it. And It makes sense that fat women shy away from it, since fat people smelling bad is such a heavily bullied stereotype. Many of the fat women I've dated or been friends with have developed an obsessive compulsive tendency to shower multiple times a day and have no smell.
But for real, fat girl smell is the top aphrodisiac on this earth and I will die on that hill. Nothing more intimate than convincing your fat girl you love their smell and them letting go and getting ripe for you... carrying their permafold smell with you on your hands as you go about your day. They heavily lift their belly up, you rest your head on their uncovered lap, and drop it on you sealing you away in their warm moist world breathing in fresh air from the sweaty creases.
In the spirit of OP, I’ll list my first few fat girl smell experiences here:
1. I was in elementary school, and as would be the theme for the rest of my life, I had a crush on the fattest girl in school. An apple shape, big belly that covered her lap, with a funny looking face but was still cute. And she carried a swampy smell to her. Had a happiness to her like no amount of bullying could ever extinguish. Unlike just about any other fat girl in the school. Even that phrase itself kind of gets me going to this day.
The fattest girl was in my class, which almost never happened. A group of boys I sat near dared someone to touch her butt, and I volunteered. I remember my finger pressing and kind of disappearing into her backside. And the boys laughing at me but being thrilled about it. At this time I wasn’t sexually into fat girls, I thought I wanted to be fat. Which I am not and have never been fat. I thought if I sat close enough to her she would absorb me into her fat or something. Never happened. Anyway, she was sister to one of my friends, and I remember one day for whatever reason she was at my house with some other friends and we sat next to each other on a couch in my room as we played Super Buster Bros on the SNES. Her smell kind of lingered on the couch for a little while after she left.
Years later a little after high school I messaged her on Facebook and said I had a kid crush on her and she said she had one on me, so we watched two Harry Potter movies together at the local theater. She had just had a bad break up and wasn't interested in dating, and we never talked again, but she let me put my arm around her. It fell asleep. She made gassy burpy noises the whole movie and I could smell her just as much as I remembered her. Core memory.
2 This massive big bellied teacher who was shaped like old school Big Cutie Summer, her stomach drooping. I never had her as a teacher. But one day I did go to her class for a reason I can’t remember and it smelled like something pickled. I would see her walking around the hallways sometimes. She would host the bingo nights at the school. This was back when I still thought I wanted to be absorbed into someone’s fat, and I imagined myself going under her belly on all fours and launching my head up and disappearing in front of everyone playing bingo.
3. one time I was looking for a video game to rent at hollywood video, and I was backing up to see more of the games and I accidentally bumped into this super obese woman who was standing away from me who must have been like 500 or 600 pounds. And most of it was in her big squishy butt and back thighs and the rest in her low hanging droopy belly. I almost disappeared into that thing. It was cavernous. Closest I ever got as a kid to actually being absorbed by fat. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone with a fatter ass in public before or since. And she had a really nice fat girl butt smell that seeped through her blue sweatpants at the exact moment of impact as trapped air got squished out from her deep buttcrack.
4. Through middle and high school I had an extreme attraction to the fattest girl in school. She was just massive. Had a shape like Jae but with squishier fat. Just as pretty. A smell that was forbidden, freakish, forever. But I never had any classes with her. We were in band together, but she played at a different time period. She was massive. I was completely obsessed about her. But at this point was too shy to make an approach like I would have when I was younger. I dreamed about her. I obsessed about her for hours before school. Any time I saw her would be a core memory. But we never really talked. People talked about her though. Comparing her ass to the size of a planet, fears of being sucked into orbit. She was friends with this friend of a family I was all friends with who I knew from my playmate days. But she told me she had to stop inviting her over because her smell would stick to everything. She happened to be in the middle school project group I was in, but she was never there, always skipping it. Only came a few times.
She never graduated high school. High school passed, and I never said a word to her. I was in my first year of college now, and Myspace was still a thing, so I messaged her on there. We dated for 8 months. It was an awful, awful relationship. She was mean, dumb, uncurious, full of trauma. Maybe as crazy as the real Jae, lol. But she was just as gorgeous. A her smell! I’m telling you now, gentlemen, this was the most potent smelling fat girl who ever lived. It was truly freakish. Possibly even a medical condition. A strong thick yeast smell, sweat, some sort of bacteria and extra fungus, cheese. Completely embarrassing to stand next to. She showered often but it persisted. I’ve never met anyone since where it worked like this. At once legitimately disgusting but equal parts exhilarating, and intimate. It would live on whatever surface she touched. Like a liquor vs a beer. Still potent even after multiple hand washings. The bed sheets would smell like her even after they were laundered. The whole house was bathed in it. My parents wouldn’t visit, friends wouldn’t come over, people I’d meet when she wasn’t with me could still smell her. The isolation almost became part of the intimacy and thrill. One time she said that one day she will get really fat for me. When we watched TV together she would unzip her jeans and her body would explode out and she would make eye contact with me with her jowly face and then flop her lower double belly out and point her finger at it, tapping. Which meant she wanted my hand under there. Oh my God, do I miss that….
That was forever ago.
We broke up, hooked up a few times, never got back together. But I tried. For years. Like some sort of pathetically desperate crack addict coming back to his fix. Even though she was horrible, her smell always brought me back.
I’ve been married now for 10 years, my wife is almost supersized and I love her to death. She's tiny boobs, a lower belly down to her knees, massive legs that can never fully close, and an ass that disappears half my torso. She has learned to be just as turned on by her fat girl smell as I am. But even after years of only showering once every week or two when she gets rashes, her smell doesn’t linger and live on in her surroundings like that high school girl. It kind of goes away after like 5 or 10 minutes once its dry. Not days, or weeks, sometimes months. And I dated around pretty often for a while before meeting my wife, some of the girls having smells, some not, some accepting my tastes, most not, but none ever had the potency of the high school girl. Truly singular.
My life would have basically been a never ending Jerry Springier episode, but there’s nights when I miss being an active slave to that high school girl’s fat smell so much that if I had a button I could press to blow up my whole life and still be with her, I would. It possessed me. Haunted me. And it still does.