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This is a few years ago, just came to mind, two transportation-oriented encounters in the same short vacation:
I took my mom to New Orleans for her 75th birthday. I ordered a Lyft from the airport and went to the rideshare parking area where the driver was waiting outside the car, a big SUV. She's a megapear — short (5'2"), 500 lbs easy, 3/4 of it in her hips, ass, thighs, and belly. Not the fattest woman I've ever encountered but the closest to Sadie, peak Jenni, etc I've seen in the wild.
Not a beauty but not bad either, white, 40ish, very short dark hair. Kind of trashy but in a fun way, overdone makeup, unfortunate tattoos, tight shiny leggings and an old white t-shirt. Of course I was losing my mind but my fucking mom was there so I had to keep it cool... yet I can't squander this sightseeing opportunity lol.
I jump into the passenger side of the back seat for a better view, which makes sense anyway as my mom is tiny and the driver's seat is pushed all the way back (for obvious reasons). I get there in time to watch this behemoth climb in, and her gigantic, lycra-encased ass is sloshing around all over the place, shaking the car as well as she situates herself.
Once settled, her ass overflowed the seat 6" either side, her hips squished between the door and center console. Her t-shirt has rolled up so I'm looking at a thick roll of stretchmarked midriff fat as well. We start driving and NOLA roads suck so she's bouncing and sliding around on this gigantic water balloon of an ass as we bump along.
She's super-friendly, as Southerners usually are, and we get into a three-way conversation about NOLA itself. She's giving us recommendations; I'd been several times before but nice to hear from a local. Also it's NOLA so a lot of the reccos are logically about food, but coming from her it really hits. At one point she addresses the elephant in the room (so to speak) something self-deprecating like, "And you KNOW I know good food."
Side note, my mom is thin and fatphobic though she's toned it down over the past few years as BoPo became a thing. Also stuff got a little tense between her and my wife with passive-aggressive "advice" and such and I had to intervene.
Anyway there's this little crypto-incestuous thrill as my mom reacted to the drivers' self-deprecation in a really embarassed way. Like, her impulse would be to say "Oh, you're not fat" but that would be absurd, so she was just tongue-tied. People that size don't exist where she or I live, at least not in public.
She drops us at the Airbnb and I figure that's the end of the story. If I take my dick out of the situation, it was a nice conversation and it's a great intro to NOLA and Southern hospitality for my mom. But then she gives me her card and says she's available for the ride back to the airport for less than Lyft would charge. Both mom and I say we'll definitely call her, say goodbye, good luck, etc.
We settle in, go walk around, get something to eat, etc. Card has her full name on it, so later when I'm alone back at the house I look her up, as stalky perverts do. There she is on Insta, a few cheesecake shots in a teddy and such from when she was a few years younger and 150± lbs smaller. I spend at least an hour but nothing but head shots.
And that was the extent of it — no hookup, and we didn't wind up hiring her to go back to the airport. But a fun memory. I wonder how big she is now.
Second incident, same trip: We booked a plantation tour, it's April but this is NOLA so it's like late summer in more rational climates. Long process getting out of the city as the guide picks us up in a van. We're first but then we hit 5 hotels picking up other guests. Jackpot is at the last hotel, where a 350-400ish blonde Midwestern MILF type joins us.
This is a regular-sized van, like an Econoline, with three rows of seats for like 12 people. There's no way she's fitting into the available space, so there's this big reshuffle as we make room for her. By the time we're finished she's soaked with sweat and huffing and puffing so hard it's the loudest thing in the van.
We get to the first plantation and I get a face full of MegaMILF ass as she slowly, awkwardly extracts herself. It's self-tour with headsets, mostly outside. Mom and I go off and do the circuit, and back at the visitor center the giant MILF is sitting with the guide, talking, eating some kind of snack out of a bag (pralines?).
While we wait for everyone else to come back I get the drift that that the woman basically tapped out less than halfway through the tour and her husband continued. It was getting very hot, with blazing sun; my mom is elderly but in good shape and she was pretty spent by the end, too. Still, listening to this huge woman cope while feeding her face is pure FA manna.
Second plantation is mostly a house tour, which means climbing a bunch of stairs. House was built in the 18th century, in Louisiana, so ceilings are high and the staircases are long, steep, and narrow. MILF doesn't even try, just plops herself down on a picnic bench out back under a tree and announces her legs hurt. Hubby goes by himself again. At one point we're on a balcony and I look down and see her there, looking immense from that angle. Sad but hot at the same time.
All this on top of the usual BBW/SSBBW eye candy one sees in the Big Easy just walking around. Mom had a great birthday, so did I despite not being able to party like I would otherwise.