Winter Pears 3 (Patreon)

(BBW, SSBBW, Sex, WG, XWG, Feederism))

The Artist 1/2

David squinted against the glare of the afternoon sun as he approached the low-key tattoo parlor, its neon sign flickering in time with his racing heartbeat. Low-key might not have been the right word. It certainly wasn't a new or fancy building, but it definitely looked appealing. The exterior of the building was decorated with vibrant murals, each more detailed than the last, promising the secrets of the artistry hidden within. A large display window showcased various types of piercings and pictures of tattoos from satisfied customers. David smoothed his T-shirt, the fabric sticking slightly to his damp palms. It was his first time, and although anticipation pulsed through his veins like a bass line, a hint of doubt mingled with his excitement. Was he really ready for this? Yes, he definitely was! These thoughts were just nerves because it was his first time. David had known for a long time that he wanted to get a tattoo, and now he was certainly not going to back out.

The bell above the door rang as he entered, and the cool air of the studio enveloped him like a wave of relief. Countless pictures hung on the walls, all depicting a gateway to another world of ink and skin. The entire shop was very modern and clean, in stark contrast to the building's facade. However, the white of the walls was barely visible behind all the pictures. The smell of disinfectant and leather mingled with the faint smell of incense sticks, creating an unexpectedly calming atmosphere. Behind the counter, a heavily tattooed man with a shaved head and a friendly smile looked up from his papers.

“Hey, you must be David,” he began kindly. ”I'm Mark. You're here for your appointment with Melanie, right?”

“Hello, um... I have an appointment, but not with Melanie,” David replied, raising his eyebrows. The first time he had been here and clarified everything he wanted, it wasn't Mark who had been behind the counter, but one of his colleagues. The tattoo artist David had an appointment with today wasn't a woman either.

Mark raised his hands apologetically and said, “Yeah, I'm really sorry, I only got the call this morning, it couldn't have been any shorter notice. One of our employees called in sick, but thankfully Melanie said she could come in. She was actually supposed to have the day off today.”

He looked at David regretfully and took a stack of printed and stapled pictures from the counter.

“I really hope that's okay with you. I'm really sorry. But...” Mark smiled and walked around the counter toward David. ”I can tell you, Melanie is more of an upgrade when it comes to tattooing. She's usually booked a year in advance and constantly gets offers to switch to better-paying shops, either as a guest tattoo artist or a permanent employee.”

Mark glanced behind him at a huge glass bowl on the counter filled with candy for customers. The tattooed bald man chuckled. “Maybe it's the free candy that keeps her here, or maybe it's just that she's attached to her first job.”

“Mmm, okay?” said David, not quite sure what to make of that statement.

Mark turned back to him and held out the sheets to his customer.

“Yeah, sorry. I just assumed it would be fine because Melanie is the best tattoo artist I know. Here, take a look at these, she did them.”

David took the pictures and began to leaf through them. He was actually quite impressed. It was a collection of various motifs and styles, but the almost photorealistic 3D artwork was particularly eye-catching. It was truly the highest level of artistry.

“I hope it's okay if Melanie does it?” Mark asked, rubbing his hands together a little sheepishly.

Even if David hadn't been convinced by these pictures, he would probably have agreed, because he didn't want to back out now.

“Yes, sure, that looks great. I think any of you here would do a great job.”

Mark beamed. “Thank you. Good, then we're all set. Would you like some coffee while you wait, or some water?” He pointed to a coffee machine in the corner of the room.

“No, thank you. Is... Melanie here yet?”

Mark smiled briefly, embarrassed, and went back behind his counter. “Well, she's not here yet. Like I said, it was incredibly short notice, and I really appreciate her cutting her vacation short for this. But don't worry, she'll be here soon. She's really our best artist.”

He paused and looked at David. ”I mean, you've seen her work.”

David nodded again, this time more enthusiastically. He had indeed. Her designs were daring, a mixture of traditional and modern styles that moved him deeply. The decision to get a tattoo had been a long time coming, and he knew she was probably the right person for the job, even though he had never met her and had expected someone completely different.

“Great,” Mark said, his smile back in full force.

“Take a seat, she'll be with you as soon as she's here.

David sank into a chair and let his gaze wander over the walls covered with artwork as he waited. The minutes passed, each one seeming longer than the last. In one of the back rooms, someone seemed to be getting ink under their skin. The buzzing of the tattoo machine mingled with the soft music playing in the shop, which he only noticed now.

When the studio door opened again and David looked toward the entrance, his eyes widened and he could barely keep his jaw from dropping. Even though he couldn't know for sure, he had no doubt that this woman had to be Melanie.

A petite blonde beauty, at least in David's opinion, entered the shop, and the first difficulty was immediately apparent. The woman's fat, enormous hips were so incredibly wide that she had to turn slightly to the side to fit through the doorway without brushing the doorframe.

“Mel!” Mark said cheerfully, coming out from behind the counter as the fat little woman stood in the middle of the tattoo studio. David tried as inconspicuously as possible to memorize every inch of this feast for the eyes.

Melanie was a very small woman, David estimated her to be no more than 5'3”. She had wild, unkempt, white-blonde hair that fell around her shoulders. At the back of her head, she had tied some of it into a messy bun. The tips of her blonde mane were dyed dark red. Melanie's face was simply beautiful to David. The very overweight woman had large blue-green eyes and wore round glasses with thick frames. A few freckles gathered on her cheeks and under her eyes, which were thickly lined with eyeliner, to the left and right of her cute little nose. Her mouth was small but had very full, thick lips.

A kind of thin black collar lay around Melanie's neck, which was quite slim for her weight. Her ears were pierced with numerous rings and studs.

She wore only a black T-shirt with no print, which was visibly stretched over her immense fat deposits. With every movement she made, a huge, voluminous bust swayed back and forth in front of her chest. Two mountains full of pudding tried to escape from the top of the shirt. White, wobbly breast flesh spilled out of the cleavage in masses and jiggled like jelly with every step she took. David also saw that Melanie's upper arms were very fat cushions with flab hanging down. Her elbows were already disappearing under the fat. Her forearms were also round and fleshy with small, cute hands with chubby fingers. Her nails were painted black and there was a black band around each wrist. What surprised David was that Melanie's arms were completely free of color. All you could see was beautiful white flab. There probably weren't many tattoo artists who weren't completely covered in ink themselves. The sleeves of her top were almost tearing, so fat were her upper arms.

Melanie had a very striking hourglass figure. David would have described it as pear-shaped, due to her unspeakably wide hips and the enormous, jiggling buttocks she carried behind her, but this beauty's breasts offered a not inconsiderable contrast to her lower half.

The blonde wore a skirt that would have required many X's to cover her bottom. The fabric was stretched wide by Melanie's fantastic hips as she swayed back and forth. Beneath it, tree-trunk thighs with enormous rolls of fat and sagging saddle bags came into view. Her knees were only recognizable as dimples, and everything was so riddled with cellulite that David could hardly believe his eyes. Her calves were so fat and swollen that her cute feet in the old, gray sneakers were almost rolled over by the light-skinned flab. Some people had smaller bust sizes than this woman's thighs. However, there were no tattoos to be found on the fat womans legs either.

A small black leather backpack dangled over her right shoulder and she held a large Burger King cola cup in her hand. David also noticed when he saw the cup that Melanie had placed her other hand on the slight curve of her upper abdomen. She had probably eaten a hearty meal before coming here. Perhaps the size of her order was the reason for her delay. Those insanely hot curves didn't form themselves, David thought, continuing to admire Melanie's figure as he unconsciously sank deeper into his chair.

The tattoo artist's waist was very narrow for her weight due to her body shape. Of course, a small belly was visible under her enormous tits, but most of her paunch was hidden under the waistband of her skirt and couldn't be seen.

She spread her thick arms with the hanging rolls of fat and briefly hugged Mark, who had come over to her.

“Thank you so much for being here. You're the best.”

Melanie took a step back after pressing her overflowing udders against Mark's chest and shrugged her shoulders, which were quite petite for her weight.

“Yes, I know, darling. I know,” she replied, sighing theatrically and then beaming with a wink.

David thought he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that this was a movie quote or something along those lines, but he couldn't place it. His brain quickly concluded that it was more than irrelevant and that he'd better focus on Melanie's overflowing curves again.

“This is David. Thanks for stepping in and not letting him down,” Mark said, pointing apologetically at the young man on the chair.

Melanie turned to him and looked him up and down with her bright eyes while noisily sucking the last of her Coke through her straw.

When the cup was empty, she beamed and revealed small, white teeth.

“I would never let someone like that down,” she said, winking at David, who immediately blushed.

She threw the cup in a trash can and put her backpack on the counter, giving David another breathtaking view of Melanie's enormous buttocks and ridiculously wide, cartoon-like hips. Now he could see that her thighs were so fat that they hung down behind her and spilled over her knees and slightly over her fat calves. The skirt was probably supposed to reach her knees, and because of her short stature, maybe even longer, but her butt was so big that the material was pushed out in all directions by the mass of fat. There wasn't really much fabric left to hang down. The thing was so short that you could almost see the bottom of her enormous buttocks. Finally, she turned around and, with her cute hands on her enormous hips, looked her customer in the eye.

To say that she walked toward him would not be accurate; she waddled. Her hips were not only wide, they were enormous for her weight. Her thighs were so thick and large that even hidden under her skirt, it was clear that most of her weight was carried on her lower half. The drastic pear shape or hourglass figure, depending on how one weighted her not inconsiderable bust, almost drove David crazy right there and then. In fact, he felt a growing erection swelling in his jeans. Since he was not exactly poorly endowed, his panic grew at the thought of having to get up from his chair. If this goddess came any closer, there would soon be nothing left for him to hide.

Melanie waddled through the studio, her hips swaying with every step, her short skirt riding up slightly and revealing the soft folds of her thighs. With every step, one of her buttocks swayed up and down.

In fact, Melanie moved with a confidence that David had to admire. You could tell how proud and happy she was with her body and her curves. Then she stood in front of him, small but extremely wide and fat and incredibly sexy. David took in her scent. Fresh, light, young, and he thought he could detect the lingering scent of an e-cigarette. Apple, he thought, although pear would have been more fitting.