Winter Pears 4 (Patreon)

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The Artist 2/2

David followed Melanie down the narrow hallway of the studio, his eyes inevitably fixed on her swaying hips as they moved back and forth. Every step made her massive ass sway in the skimpy kilt; the massive cheeks pushed the fabric outward, rising and falling in turn as her thick thighs rubbed together. His mind was a chaos of nervousness and pure, positive excitement. His first tattoo and the pain everyone was always talking about, and then this incredible woman who would soon be so close to him. It was clearly too much all at once for the young man. Just the thought of Melanie’s closeness made his heart beat faster than any anticipation of the ink that was about to go under his skin.

“In here,” Melanie said in a warm, soothing voice, holding a door open. As David walked past her, she cheekily adjusted her large glasses and looked up at him from beneath them. Heat exploded in the young man’s head, and he quickened his pace.

The room was small but bright and clean. An adjustable couch, a rolling stool, a table with all the supplies, and on the walls, more examples of this studio’s art. How much of this was Melanie’s work, he wondered? Many of the images were dark, detailed motifs that would suit her perfectly, David thought.

“Go ahead and sit down and make yourself comfortable. I’ll get everything ready.”

She gestured toward the couch, placed the small leather backpack on a table, and began sorting through her things. David sat down, his hands slightly sweaty with excitement. While Melanie set up the tattoo machine, he couldn’t help but sneak glances at her the whole time. Her ass loomed toward him in all its massive glory as she bent over briefly, the huge cheeks jiggling softly and heavily. Her tits pressed against the tight black shirt, swaying back and forth with every movement like two heavy, soft pillows. Melanie’s thick upper arms swung with every movement, the fat on her forearms always trembling slightly. David swallowed hard and didn’t want to take his eyes off this magnificent figure.

Melanie turned around, noticed his gaze, and grinned mischievously. God, even her full lips were so incredibly cute and sexy.

“Everything okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

David turned bright red and immediately looked away. “N-no, I’m fine. It’s just… it’s my first time. I mean, my first tattoo.”

Melanie giggled sweetly. “Everyone’s nervous the first time. That’s normal. I don’t bite. Well… not right away.” She winked at him and was undoubtedly flirting a little while she laid out the disinfectant and razor. “Just relax. I’ll take good care of you.”

Just then, Mark walked in and handed her the printed stencil for David’s tattoo. “Here, the design for the left forearm. Is everything okay?”

Melanie took the stencil and studied the image closely. A stylized bull’s skull with massive, curved horns, drawn in an aggressive yet elegant style. “Wow, that’s really cool. A really strong design.”

David smiled shyly. “Thanks. Taurus is my zodiac sign. I drew it myself.”

Her eyebrows rose in admiration. “Seriously? You’ve got talent, man. The lines, the shading… that’s damn good. Personally, I’m into all things dark. Skulls, horror, the occult. I’ve got a few of those on my skin myself.”

Mark left the room again and closed the door behind him.

David blinked in surprise. “Really? You don’t have anything visible.”

Melanie grinned cheekily, almost devilishly. “Well… you haven’t seen every part of my body yet.”

She stepped a little closer, playfully pulling the neckline of her shirt down with a chubby finger. As she did so, an enormous amount of soft, white breast flesh spilled out, and in between, a detailed skull became visible, surrounded by dark moths that seemed to flutter out of the cleavage. Sweet, pale flesh had already pushed over the edge of the shirt before, but now her breasts almost leapt out at him. The tattoo was situated exactly where her immense tits began, roughly at the level of her collarbones. David stared speechlessly into the hypnotically deep cleavage, his mouth slightly open. The sight of her soft, heavy breasts and the fantastic design on her pale skin burned itself into his brain.

Melanie laughed heartily and let the fabric snap back into place. “See? Not everything is immediately visible.”

She pulled black latex gloves over her chubby fingers, which stretched tightly over the fat. Then she sank down onto the rolling stool. Her massive ass and wide hips spilled over the seat, spilling down the sides and hanging heavily. Melanie spread her fat, very massive thighs a little so they wouldn’t get in each other’s way; the cellulite and thick rolls were clearly visible. David had to force himself not to stare the whole time, but this woman was pure sex in his eyes.

Melanie shaved his left forearm with practiced, gentle movements. In fact, he thought her fingers glided over his arm a little slower and more tenderly than necessary, but his completely overloaded brain might just be imagining that. Then she thoroughly disinfected the area and applied the stencil. After everything had dried and was peeled off again.

The fat tattoo artist asked: “Everything cool with you? Position okay? If anything’s wrong, let me know right away, but from now on there’s no turning back.”

David nodded. “Let’s do this.”

The first few seconds hurt, but not as bad as he’d feared. Of course, it still hurt a bit afterward, but David got used to it and everything was fine. After a few minutes, he relaxed completely.

Melanie worked with intense concentration, her beautiful blue-green eyes behind her glasses focused on his skin. Meanwhile, David couldn’t stop looking at her. Her wild white-blonde hair with red tips, her sweet, fair face with freckles, her full lips, which she pressed together slightly in concentration. But above all, Melanie’s body: The heavy breasts that swayed with every movement and sometimes brushed against his hand or arm. The soft flesh on her arms, the huge ass that spilled beautifully over the edge of the stool. Every time she bent over further, her stomach or one of her breasts pressed against him—a warm, soft electric shock that ran through the young man from head to toe. He had to exercise extreme self-control to keep his pants from bulging tellingly in the crotch.

After a good hour, Melanie’s smartphone rang on the small table next to them. She sighed, set the phone aside, and stood up. “Sorry, I have to take this quickly.”

She took off her gloves and grabbed her phone.

“Hi, Mom. What’s up? “I’m at work, it’s not a good time right now,” she said, heading toward the door. Her ass jiggled vigorously as she walked out of the room, and that was the only thing David was paying attention to.

When Melanie returned after about five minutes, she had slipped on a fresh pair of gloves. She sank back down onto the stool, her entire voluptuous pear-shaped body wobbling. Her hips spilled over the edges again. “Where was I… Ah, yes. Let’s continue.”

The rest of the session flew by. The pain remained bearable, mainly because David was far too fascinated by Melanie. She finally struck up some small talk, asking about his job, his hobbies, why he’d chosen this particular design, and whether his zodiac sign meant so much to him. David spoke openly about everything, and soon they were having a really nice, casual conversation. Melanie laughed a lot, telling him about crazy clients, her own tattoos—a large back piece she “hadn’t shown to everyone yet”—her love of dark art and horror movies, and generally everything to do with nerdy stuff and pop culture.

“Somehow, a love for that kind of stuff seems to be in our genes. My siblings and I are fighting hard against the stereotype that only men are real nerds.” Her voice was warm and inviting, her laughter infectious. Every now and then, she would “accidentally” brush against him with her soft curves, and David savored every second of that closeness.

Finally, Melanie leaned back with a sigh, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, and beamed. “Done! You did it, and you did it bravely.”

David sat up and examined his forearm closely. The bull’s head looked incredibly good—sharp, detailed, exactly as he had imagined it. “That’s… awesome! Thank you so much.”

Melanie grinned contentedly. “I’m so glad. You’ve got real talent for drawing, I have to say that again. I just had to get the design under your skin; it looked good right from the start.”

She professionally tended to the fresh tattoo, applied ointment, and covered it with plastic wrap.

“You probably already know the aftercare instructions, but we have flyers about it up front, or you can just Google it.”

Then they both walked back to the front together. David followed her again and saw her black shirt ride up slightly as she walked, thanks to the vibrations from her jiggling love handles and her butt cheeks swaying vigorously up and down. A patch of her soft lower back came into view—pale skin dotted with cute rolls of fat. And that was definitely where a large tattoo began, dark lines stretching upward and likely all the way across her entire back. David wondered, fascinated, what the complete image might look like. As she walked, Melanie tugged her shirt back into place and acted as if she hadn’t noticed a thing.

Mark rang up the total, David paid in cash, and thanked him several times. Melanie handed him the receipt. “Here. And even if you usually throw these away—keep this one as a souvenir.” She smiled meaningfully.

Happy and with a pounding heart, David left the shop. The afternoon sun was still shining brightly, but now everything felt different. He didn’t think the young man had ever been this happy before. David’s whole body seemed to be literally tingling with good cheer. He alternated between looking at his new tattoo under the plastic wrap and staring absently into space, thinking about Melanie’s curvaceous figure—her huge ass, her swaying tits, her sweet face. After walking a few hundred meters toward downtown, he pulled out the receipt again. Below the amount, the pear-shaped beauty had scribbled a phone number in black pen and drawn a small, cheekily grinning skull next to it.

David smiled broadly, his heart beating even faster. He carefully folded the receipt and slipped it into his pants pocket. He certainly wouldn’t throw this memento away.