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Subject: {ASSM} Escape From Thinopolis (MF, BBW, scifi)
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Date: Sat, 03 Jun 2006 02:10:01 -0400
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This week's BBW story is a bit of a scifi fable inspired by some things I've 
read recently about the neo-puritanical attitudes you see these days not 
only toward fat but towards lots of other normal things.  Don't worry, 
cerebral stuff is just crammed in unobtrusively between the old in-out and 
ultraviolence.

Remember, new BBW story every week, watch for them, comment on them in 
alt.sex.stories.d, email me c/o joriskhuysmans com dot mail hot at, nominate 
and vote for them in the Clitorides, leave unmarked bills in the old oak 
tree, etc. etc.

And now journey into a future strangely like our own world in...

E S C A P E   F R O M

T H I N O P O L I S

by Joris K. Huysmans

Jain sat on the floor in front of the telset, sheathed completely in shiny 
purple nylor, bending her head over one spread leg and then the other in 
imitation of the instructor on the screen.  "Doing aerobex again?" her 
husband, Kroll, asked.

"My class was canceled tonight, I can't only do aerobex twice in one day," 
Jain said.  "I've made so much progress this year."

Yeah, progress in turning yourself into a human greyhound, Kroll thought to 
himself.  His wife, like every woman in Thinopolis, now had the body of a 
seventeen-year-old boy track star.  But that was the consequence of a diet 
high in FlavKelp and the exercise regimen followed by every resident of the 
city; body fat had been almost eliminated.  And he was sick to death of it.

He went upstairs and carefully removed the telset panel from the bedroom 
wall.  It was no longer possible to watch old movies which showed women of 
the past-- they contained too much violence, stereotyping, fur-wearing and 
meat-eating and humor at the expense of others, your telset would detect 
violation of the digital human rights ordinances and shut down.  But behind 
it he had wedged an ancient, yellowed magazine he had found at a demolition 
site in Slender City II.

He gazed at the woman on its cover-- Marilyn, they called her.  Apparently 
she had been some kind of sexual idol, back in the mid-20th century, despite 
the fact that she had large round breasts and a soft face and, most 
shockingly, broad hips.  She was nude in many of the pictures, and although 
she seemed to have been considered reasonably thin in her day, now her 
abundant curves and lack of muscle definition made her seem grotesque to 
most male residents of the urbcens, who would be grossed out by the thought 
of her eating hamburgers and, no doubt, enjoying the occasional cocktail.

Kroll thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He was sick of Jain, sick of her toned body, sick of her constant 
aerobexing, sick of her dieting and careful weighing of every protein slab 
and carbonugget.  He wanted a woman like Marilyn or even, dammit, bigger, 
rounder, curvier.  He thought about jacking off, again, to her image, but 
decided he needed the energy for what he was going to do tonight.  He 
carefully slid the magazine back into place and then pressed the telset back 
into its spot on the wall.  After tonight he wouldn't need Marilyn's image 
any more.  Maybe eventually Jain would find it, after he was gone, and 
understand at last why he'd been forced to do what he was about to.

*  *  *

"This is the point where you go back," the slipper said.

"I'm not going back," Kroll said.

"It only gets ugly from here.  First, I dig your transmat out of your neck.  
That's going to hurt like hell.  Once it stops being connected to tissue, 
the chops are alerted.  That gives you about 60 seconds to drop over this 
wall into the perimeter, then scale the perimeter and drop down to the 
exone.  Once you're in the exone, you're gone from Thinopolis forever.  
Nobody knows you, nobody wants you back.  You run and you hide, as fast as 
you can.  That's the story of your life from now on."

"I have to scale the walls myself?  I have to hide myself?  What did I pay 
you all those skinnies for?"

"Because if you hadn't, you'd be jumping over a wall with a fifty-foot drop 
on the other side, instead of a ten-foot one, and there'd be nobody waiting 
for you in the woods on the other side, not that it would matter at that 
point anyway.  But look, I'm gonna say it again, if you're not committed to 
going, don't go.  It's a no-turning-back deal.  I suggest you go back home, 
bang your scrawny aerobexed wife, and consider the skinnies I get to keep as 
the price you paid for some excellent advice about not throwing away a 
perfectly good lifestyle here in Thinopolis."

"I'm not going back," Kroll said again.

"Okay, then bite this towel, because this is going to hurt a lot," the 
slipper said.

*  *  *

Blood running from the bandage on his neck, a fire up and down one shoulder, 
Kroll landed on the foamwalk easily, by now it was impossible to hurt 
yourself in the city itself, Thinopolis took pride in its status as the 
world's first fully risk-free environment.  It was the fall out of 
Thinopolis that might kill him.

He made a jump at the wall and just managed to get his hands up on the top.  
Years of mandatory aerobex had made him superbly fit, despite his own 
wishes, and so he was able to quickly get one leg up and pull himself onto 
the wall.  In the distance he heard the whine of the chops, getting closer.  
This was it.  It was jump down or do ten years-- after being degaussed.  He 
jumped.

The instant he hit the ground the forest seemed to come at him.  Figures 
covered in leaves and camouflage came out, grabbed him, and pulled him with 
them.  It was as if the forest had swallowed him up.

*  *  *

They ran at almost breakneck speed through the forest, crunching sticks 
underfoot, barely missing low-hanging branches.  The pain in his neck 
started to subside thanks to some strong liquid they forced down his throat 
once they were under protection of cover.  They stopped just long enough for 
that, and then they ran and kept running.

He could barely keep up with his own feet, making sure they didn't trip and 
send him sprawling, but even so he couldn't help but begin to look at the 
group that had rescued him at the edges of Thinopolis.  Big, sturdy people, 
rough-edged and red-faced and sweating, their muscle looked like it was 
worked for, not toned and shaped.  Once he tumbled down and landed on one of 
the women and she had a sweet smell, a smell he remembered from childhood, 
not the grassy, chemical smell of FlavKelp and Soymulate eaters.  His mother 
loved a good steak, bacon, fried chicken; that was how she had smelled.

Suddenly a cluster of wooden buildings appeared, and at the same moment 
Kroll realized that he heard an unfamiliar, disturbing sound: animals.  Pigs 
rooted and squeaked in a pen, dogs barked in excitement at their masters' 
return, chickens fussed and scratched.  Zoos and pets had been outlawed not 
long after meat, it was demeaning speciesism they said, so Kroll had never 
seen most of these animals (and, indeed, many pet species-- gerbils, 
parakeets, goldfish-- had quickly gone extinct).  But of course these were 
not merely pets; they were livestock.  Living creatures kept alive to be fed 
upon.  Even Kroll could not resist a certain revulsion at the thought.

The leader, a tall bearded fellow, stopped him and said "You're going with 
Sarah.  She'll get you something to eat while we wait to see if the chops 
are going to try anything."  He looked to see who Sarah was; a round-faced 
woman with reddish curls looked at him and smiled, dimples forming in her 
cheeks as she did.  He noticed that her jawline was impossible to make out 
under the softness of her flesh, so different from his wife with her face 
like a blade.  Kroll was happy at the choice.

*  *  *

Inside the wooden frame house Sarah led him to a table and he sat down, 
exhausted.  She took off her parka and he got his first chance to look at 
her.  The word that popped into his head, an archaic word, was womanly.  Her 
rough peasant blouse held two large round breasts; under her skirt swayed 
broad hips.  She wasn't fat, she was just filled out, well-upholstered.  She 
was real.  She caught him staring at him and she smiled.  "It's okay," she 
said.  "You can look, I know you haven't seen a woman like me in a long 
time."

She squeezed some apple juice for him, working an old metal juicer by hand, 
and then lit a fire in the stove.  She opened the ice box and he gasped at 
what she pulled out.  It was... it must be the slab of meat from which bacon 
came, fat and reddish meat stripes.  She sliced off a half dozen slices and 
put them in an iron pan.  Within a few moments the smell, the lushly greasy 
and meaty smell, had filled the house.  Kroll was almost ready to swoon.

She came over to him while the bacon cooked and gently cleaned the wound in 
his neck as well as a few other scratches he'd picked up along the way.  Her 
hand glistened with the bacon grease where she'd held it while slicing, and 
he instantly loved the smell.  Woman and bacon.  Heaven.

*  *  *

He was finishing the eggs and bacon and toast in a state of near-delirium, 
just gazing at Sarah's pale round face and fiery red curls in wonder, she 
smiling back at him like a nurse glad to see a patient starting to recover, 
when suddenly she jumped up.  "They've tranked the dogs," she said.

He realized then that the constant low-level activity of the dogs had 
stopped.  She pulled him up and out of the kitchen, pausing only a second to 
press a button on the wall.  "Dammit, they cut the alarms," she said when 
nothing happened.  She raced out the back and he could do nothing but follow 
as fast as she went.

She saw the pigs were still alert, so she opened their gate and started 
rushing them out through it, grabbing a couple of farm tools along the way.  
"The chops always freak out at the sight of animals running loose, this'll 
slow them down," she said.  "We're going to the river."

They ran through the trees and then scooted down a riverbed to a hiding 
place.  There was shouting up above, and he could hear horses thundering.  
"They'll charge them with the horses," she said.  "The chops aren't allowed 
to harm animals, so we can usually chase them off that way."  She looked at 
him and saw the dread in his eyes.  "They usually only make one or two tries 
to get somebody back.  If they don't get you the first week, you should be 
safe."

He looked at her, crouching in the river bed, a woman at home in the natural 
world, strong and resilient and-- kind.  There was legally mandated gender 
respect in Thinopolis, but little kindness between the sexes.  The thought 
came to him-- even if they get me, it will have been worth it just for these 
few moments with a woman like her.

*  *  *

They got up when the noise seemed to be over, and climbed back up the 
riverbed to start rounding up the pigs-- when a chop appeared from between 
the trees with his electroprod pointed straight at Sarah.  "You can't hide 
from us, you fat cow," the chop leered, and gave her a short burst of 
electropulse which knocked her backwards like a fist to the face.  Kroll 
didn't even think; he swung the hoe he had been carrying at the chop, 
cracking his helmet and sending him to the ground.  Sinking to his knees, 
the chop tried to point his electroprod at them again and Kroll swung the 
blade end of the toward the base of his helmet.  It tore through his throat, 
spraying blood onto the grass, and a little of it spilled onto Sarah's skirt 
and Kroll's hands, as well.  He fell backwards, the blood streaming from his 
wound.  In a moment he was dead.

Sarah was shaken, but more than that, amazed.  "You killed for me," she 
said.

Kroll tried to think of something to say, but words didn't come for a moment 
as what he had done sank in.  "You cooked for me," he finally croaked at 
her.

*  *  *

They rolled the body into the river, keeping the electroprod, and the dead 
chop quickly disappeared downstream; then they rounded up the pigs without 
speaking about it, about any of it.  Kroll wasn't sure if he was still 
welcome in her house or if he was an outcast now, a criminal too dangerous 
to keep around.  If that was how it was to be, he didn't regret it.

But when she went inside she seemed to expect him to follow and so he did.  
She closed and bolted the door-- and then she was on him, pushing him 
against the door with her curvy body, covering his mouth with her hot 
kisses.  He took her head in his hands and savored the feeling of her 
flowing curly hair as it cascaded over his arms.  Her tongue darted in and 
out of his mouth as her thigh rubbed against his crotch.  She smiled when 
she felt the reaction she was prompting.

He let his hand lift her skirt and travel up her leg and thigh.  Her legs 
were a revelation-- soft and round, not muscular, yet thick and strong at 
the same time.  He felt her hip, sliding his hand under the band of her 
panties and then around her hip to her round ass.  Another revelation-- big 
and pliable, he squeezed it and it moved, it molded around his hand.  So 
different from the tight flanks of his wife-- his old wife.  His ex-wife, as 
soon as he was declared dead to Thinopolis.  Time to forget about her and 
the miserable existence they had lived.  All that mattered now was Sarah, 
Sarah of the warmth and softness in his hands this very minute.

He rubbed both of her buttocks with his hands as she unbuttoned his shirt, 
pausing to marvel at the blood spattered across his front, the thing he had 
done without hesitation for her.  She nuzzled her face in his chest, rubbing 
his cock in his trousers at the same time.  He pushed her away from the door 
and she led him into her bedroom, closing another door behind them.  Now 
they stood facing each other in the bedroom, savoring the moment before they 
dove in with all their passion and energy.  He kissed her again, now feeling 
her breasts for the first time under the cotton blouse.  Soft, nurturing, he 
dreamed of what they must be like under the cotton, but was in no hurry to 
get there.

She had other ideas, though, and lifted the blouse over her head.  A bra 
restrained them and below them there was a stripe of soft belly above the 
skirt.  As she reached back to unclasp the bra he knelt down and kissed her 
belly-- then two round, hanging breasts tumbled out over him, releasing a 
sweet smell of sweat from their captivity.  He licked the thick nipples and 
buried his face in the space between them, rubbing them together with him in 
between.  Her big, hanging boobs seemed to have a life of their own as he 
mashed them against his face, nipple tickling his ear, the inside slope of 
her cleavage pressing up against his lips, his hands caressing the roundness 
of the outer curve, pushing them up and then letting them relax against his 
face again.

As he licked and sucked those big, wonderful, life-giving tits, he felt up 
her inner thighs into the warmth and steaminess deep inside her skirt.  She 
backed up onto the bed and spread her legs and he pushed the skirt up.  Now 
he couldn't see her face or her breasts; she was just a pair of legs 
attached to a big round ass, and it was his, all his.  He pulled down the 
panties to reveal-- so beautiful-- curly red hair there, too, and she let 
her thighs relax a bit and open to show the bright purple slit, a slight 
hint of dampness making a line which slowly opened the petals of her pussy.  
He kissed his way up the big soft thighs until he reached her pussy, and 
then he began to lick, slowly and carefully, around the outside of her lips. 
  She squirmed, ticklish, and so he grabbed her meaty thighs and spread them 
wider, then touched tongue to slit for the first time.

She squealed and shivered-- he was delighted at the way her belly and thighs 
kept jiggling for a moment after.  "You liked that?" he whispered.

"I thought for a second you shot me with the electroprod again," she said, 
and then her lower half seemed to call him back to his work.  Get on with 
it!

He licked up the slit, tasting the metallic tang of her pussy, and then let 
his tongue slide inside, smearing her on his lips.  He grabbed onto her big 
meaty thighs as she began to buck her hips on his face, as his nose and 
tongue alternated over her clit.  He dug his chin into the crack of her ass 
and squeezed his head with her big thighs.  There was so much of her, it was 
marvelous to be lost in her volume, in her womanly curviness.

She grunted a demand and he knew what it had to mean.  At last he pulled his 
own pants off and climbed on top of her, and the tip of his cock felt her 
warm wetness for the first time.  He slid inside and lost himself in the 
vastness of her wide hips, her broad belly, her big jiggling breasts... and 
in her smile, the look of pleasure that had overtaken her as she felt him 
enter her.  They kissed again as he rode in and out of her for the first 
time, her legs clasped around his, her ass grinding into the fourpost bed as 
he drew out and plunged back in, over and over and the whole bed shook with 
her big body.  It wasn't long before he sighed and arched like a cat, then 
came, again and again, inside her.

They lay together, under the covers, and he couldn't stop touching her, 
caressing her, marveling at the softness and the curves of her.  It seemed 
like what he had always wanted, what his hands had always expected to feel, 
and instead he'd had the bony sinews of an aerobexing, FlavKelp-eating 
Thinopolis female.  There were so many little pleasures to be had from 
different places on her body-- the soft spongy place between her breasts 
(marked by a bruise from that bastard's electroprod), the velvety feel of 
her inner thigh, the broad, pillow-like cheeks of her ass, the little toes 
which played with his at the end of the bed.

He was caressing her butt and she rolled over onto her stomach; he climbed 
on top of her, letting his half-erect cock drag in the crack of her ass.  He 
kissed her broad back and worked his way down until he was face to face with 
her big round ass; he buried himself in it, rubbing his face against her 
soft cheeks, then spreading them apart and letting his tongue dart toward 
her wrinkly brown hole.

She squirmed with delight and he dove in deeper, his tongue tickling her 
asshole, trying to force its way inside.  After a moment she could take no 
more and she turned around and grabbed his cock, then started licking the 
head while caressing his balls.  She kissed up and down the shaft, then 
licked his balls, one hand under his ass.  She looked up at him and said, 
huskily, "Take my ass, now."

"I need something to lube with," he said, breathlessly.

"Just a minute," she said, and hopped out of the bed.  As she left he was 
still wowed at the idea that a figure like hers was his, at long last.  That 
those curves were his to be pleasured by, and give pleasure to.

She came back in a moment with a big glob of something white on her fingers. 
  Bacon grease, he realized from the smell.  She smeared it on the head of 
his cock, then kissed the head, licking a little of it off the top.  "Mmm 
good," she said.  He took a little of it off her fingers and smeared it on 
one of her nipples, then sucked it; the taste of bacon fat and sexy woman 
was instantly arousing.

She saw that he was ready and eager, so she turned around and put her face 
down, ass in the air.  He rubbed the bacon grease from his fingers onto her 
ass, then slowly pressed the head of his cock against it.  She squirmed 
against it until the head popped past her ring, moaning loudly.  Slowly he 
worked it back and forth until he was deeply inside her, the bacon grease 
warming in her hole as he slid back and forth, pressing his loins against 
her big broad ass, watching her red curls and big dangling tits sway back 
and forth with each thrust deep into her abdomen, smelling the wonderful, 
unforgettable combination of bacon grease and her sweat and sex juices and-- 
and her.  The smell of a healthy, happy, meat-eating woman, unafraid to be 
the size she was.

He had done it, he thought.  He had escaped Thinopolis.  As he pounded his 
cock into Sarah's big ass and she moaned with delight, he thought: I'm home.

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