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Matthew Hodgson had his rented Ford Explorer on cruise control as he headed south on I-44 with the Texas state line a few miles ahead. It was pancake flat open country with a huge clear blue sky. Late April felt like summer in south Oklahoma and north Texas. A spare day on a business trip and the travelling English businessman had hit the open road. An early start out of Dallas he'd headed two hundred miles north on I-35 to Oklahoma City and then headed back south west on I-44 toward Wichita Falls. Two hours out of Oklahoma City and he was back approaching the Texas state line and into Wichita County.

Why Wichita County of all places? It wasn't exactly a tourist destination. But it was a place that stood out amongst all the many locations Matthew had visited. London, Paris, New York, Beijing, Doha, Dallas, Copenhagen...he'd take a trip to good ol Wichita County any day.

He remembered back to February 2014 at the Wichita Falls Cracker Barrel and a very well rounded woman. It had a special place in his memory. He'd never been able to get that American Fat blonde butterball out of his head (check out this link - ). So here he was again. Most guys like him with a day spare in Dallas visited AT&T Stadium, or the place where JFK got himself shot or bought their wives, girlfriends and families and gifts at the Galleria Mall. But not Matthew. He'd driven miles out into the boondocks in hot pursuit of smoking hot pork chops.

"I guess I am crazy" he chuckled as he passed the Welcome to Texas sign and into Wichita County. Burnett was five miles ahead. 12.30pm and he was starting to feel hungry.

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Debbie Hill took a long slurp of her Big Gulp cola and steered her new Cadillac Escalade onto the I-44 south onramp. With her kids at school she was running an errand for the family business Touchdown Chevrolet. Earlier that day a used car had been delivered from Mullins Auto Plex with the wrong key and Debbie was collecting the right one. Her husband Hank had a buyer lined up and he needed the key. I-44 was never busy around Burnett and Debbie hardly noticed the lone Explorer that moved into the left lane as she joined the interstate. Living in Burnett for most of her life she could drive the fifteen miles south to Wichita Falls with her eyes closed.

Reaching into the center console she took out a handful of peanut M&M's and watched the interstate roll past from behind her Ray Ban aviator sunglasses. Keeping pace with the Explorer she passed a big rig truck, took another slurp of her Big Gulp and listened to Terri Clark on the radio:

"Girls lie, too
We don't care how much money you make
What you drive or what you weigh
Size don't matter anyway
Girls lie, too
Don't think you're the only ones
Who bend it, break it, stretch it some
We learn from you
Girls lie, too

We can't wait to hear about your round of golf
We love to see deer heads hanging on the wall
And we like Hooter's for their hotwings too
Other guys never cross our minds
We don't wonder what it might be like
How could it be any better than it is with you..."

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Ahead Matthew was working out how to play it. Hours solo on the highway and his brain was slow but getting back into gear. He'd clocked the blonde in the Escalade back at the Burnett ramp. Driving past he'd caught a glance of a very sexy, very fat blonde MILF behind the wheel. His instinct had been to jam on the brakes but he knew better. Instead he'd gradually slowed and let her close before accelerating back up to seventy. Now they were in a two car convoy. He kept checking back in his mirror. She was perfect. Big, fat, hot, blonde and drinking a Big Gulp soda. Could it actually be her?

He didn't know but he knew he had to find out. The trick now was to switch positions on the road and follow her. By the time they reached Wichita Falls the interstate would join with Highway 287 and get busier as it passed through town. She'd take her turn and that would be that. But this wasn't Matthew's first rodeo. He knew how to drop past without driving strangely and attracting attention. He reached for his mobile phone and held it to his ear. The thing was turned off but she wouldn't know that. Lots of people slowed when they talked on their phone. It was completely natural.

He let his speed drop and pulled into the right lane as the Terri Clark song on the radio ended and Ward Thomas started singing:

"With the wind at your back and the sun at your side
Take the bull by the horns and ride
You gotta push for the stride
It wins the race every time

So when you're low on steam
but your aim is high
You gotta keep your eye on the prize
You gotta push for of stride
It wins the race every time..."

The Escalade passed. Matthew stole another glance. She was a big one. The SUV's window's were tinted but he could make out her swollen figure filling out the drivers seat. Her big golden blonde hair crowned a sexy, well made up and definitely chubby face. She didn't look at him. Instead she had one hand rested on the wheel and a vacant somewhat bored expression whilst she slurped her cola and drove south on I-44.

From behind his sunglasses Matthew tried to make out if it was the butterball from a year before. She looked fatter than he remembered. But he recalled the way she'd demolished her Cracker Barrel breakfast. It kind of figured she'd be bigger. The SUV slowly passed him. Matthew put the phone back down and followed on as Wichita Falls approached.

His heart was beating strong and he felt like Jack Reacher rolling into some Heartland town in hot pursuit...

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Debbie wasn't paying attention to the Explorer or its driver. Instead she was letting her mind wander as the interstate rolled on. Still rolling on automatic she drove on into Wichita Falls taking the raised highway around downtown and then took the exit for Mullins Auto Plex. A small used car lot between a car wash and a vacant strip mall and Mullins catered for the lower end of the Wichita County market. The sign above the entrance declared:

"NO CREDIT? NO PROBLEM!"

and:

"WE BUY YOUR CLUNKER - CASH!"

Rolling her SUV to a stop next to the faded lot office Debbie took a final drink of soda before lowering herself down. Her cowboy boots balancing on the asphalt she tugged her t-shirt down to make sure it covered her belly and waddled toward the office. Her jeans were skin tight around thick thighs, swollen hips and a badonkadonk butt that rocked like a rolling stone with every step. With lycra mixed in with the denim the jeans were taught and tight as the material stretched around the Texan MILF's well rounded figure. Her walk was a steady casual waddle.

"Hi there Debbie" said a broad shouldered man wearing jeans and a polo shirt with the Mullins logo stitched on it.

"Hey Jimmie, you got our key?"

"Yeah, its in the office. Must have loaded it on the trailer with the wrong one..."

Debbie followed on into the office.

Meanwhile Matthew watched from over in the vacant strip mall's lot. It was her. She'd piled the weight on over the past year or so. He was terrible at guessing weights but this MILFy butterball had to have hit the three hundred pound mark. Everything about was hot, fat and sexy. She had an amazing shape to her curves and held her weight perfectly. Like something out of every fat admirers best dream. In her t-shirt, skin tight jeans and cowboy boots she had the look of a seriously over fed cowgirl. A cowgirl who'd gotten way too fat for her horse.

Gawking Matthew watched her wiggle waddle into the used car lots office. He took a moment and debated what to do. He'd wait. His mind wandered as he wondered what she was doing at Mullins Auto Plex. A woman driving a brand new Cadillac SUV hardly seemed likely to be a customer at this place. Maybe...

"Oh shit."

Looking into his rear view mirror Matthew saw the blue lights. A Wichita Falls Police Department cruiser rolled to a stop behind him. A big pitbull like cop with a crew cut stepped out and was walking to him. Pushing the MILF out of his head Matthew thought of a good reason what he was doing sat in a vacant mall lot in Wichita Falls, Texas. His eyes rested on the realtor sign. He'd always been a good bullshitter.

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Debbie glanced at the cop car and the Explorer as she pulled out of the Mullins lot. Then her eyes rested on the dashboard clock. 1.17pm. Her belly rumbled in protest. Debbie loved to eat and her mind explored all the different restaurant options in The Falls. She had a spare half hour. Her mind explored the options. She fancied a Chilis but at her size she didn't like eating their alone. The booths were too small for her and she always ended up talking with some douche bag at the bar. She might have been fat but Debbie Hill still attracted male attention.

There was, however, another option. She could order Chilis to Go takeout. Then get a sandwich at McAlester's Deli finished off with a Starbucks frappuccino for the drive back to Burnett. Debbie liked that plan; she could eat a hunger satisfying amount without anybody seeing just how much she ate.

Reaching for her iphone the hungry momma searched for the Chilis number on speed dial...

Description

Matthew Hodgson had his rented Ford Explorer on cruise control as he headed south on I-44 with the Texas state line a few miles ahead. It was pancake flat open country with a huge clear blue sky. Late April felt like summer in south Oklahoma and north Texas. A spare day on a business trip and the travelling English businessman had hit the open road. An early start out of Dallas he'd headed two hundred miles north on I-35 to Oklahoma City and then headed back south west on I-44 toward Wichita Falls. Two hours out of Oklahoma City and he was back approaching the Texas state line and into Wichita County.

Why Wichita County of all places? It wasn't exactly a tourist destination. But it was a place that stood out amongst all the many locations Matthew had visited. London, Paris, New York, Beijing, Doha, Dallas, Copenhagen...he'd take a trip to good ol Wichita County any day.

He remembered back to February 2014 at the Wichita Falls Cracker Barrel and a very well rounded woman. It had a special place in his memory. He'd never been able to get that American Fat blonde butterball out of his head (check out this link - ). So here he was again. Most guys like him with a day spare in Dallas visited AT&T Stadium, or the place where JFK got himself shot or bought their wives, girlfriends and families and gifts at the Galleria Mall. But not Matthew. He'd driven miles out into the boondocks in hot pursuit of smoking hot pork chops.

"I guess I am crazy" he chuckled as he passed the Welcome to Texas sign and into Wichita County. Burnett was five miles ahead. 12.30pm and he was starting to feel hungry.

----------------

Debbie Hill took a long slurp of her Big Gulp cola and steered her new Cadillac Escalade onto the I-44 south onramp. With her kids at school she was running an errand for the family business Touchdown Chevrolet. Earlier that day a used car had been delivered from Mullins Auto Plex with the wrong key and Debbie was collecting the right one. Her husband Hank had a buyer lined up and he needed the key. I-44 was never busy around Burnett and Debbie hardly noticed the lone Explorer that moved into the left lane as she joined the interstate. Living in Burnett for most of her life she could drive the fifteen miles south to Wichita Falls with her eyes closed.

Reaching into the center console she took out a handful of peanut M&M's and watched the interstate roll past from behind her Ray Ban aviator sunglasses. Keeping pace with the Explorer she passed a big rig truck, took another slurp of her Big Gulp and listened to Terri Clark on the radio:

"Girls lie, too
We don't care how much money you make
What you drive or what you weigh
Size don't matter anyway
Girls lie, too
Don't think you're the only ones
Who bend it, break it, stretch it some
We learn from you
Girls lie, too

We can't wait to hear about your round of golf
We love to see deer heads hanging on the wall
And we like Hooter's for their hotwings too
Other guys never cross our minds
We don't wonder what it might be like
How could it be any better than it is with you..."

--------------------------

Ahead Matthew was working out how to play it. Hours solo on the highway and his brain was slow but getting back into gear. He'd clocked the blonde in the Escalade back at the Burnett ramp. Driving past he'd caught a glance of a very sexy, very fat blonde MILF behind the wheel. His instinct had been to jam on the brakes but he knew better. Instead he'd gradually slowed and let her close before accelerating back up to seventy. Now they were in a two car convoy. He kept checking back in his mirror. She was perfect. Big, fat, hot, blonde and drinking a Big Gulp soda. Could it actually be her?

He didn't know but he knew he had to find out. The trick now was to switch positions on the road and follow her. By the time they reached Wichita Falls the interstate would join with Highway 287 and get busier as it passed through town. She'd take her turn and that would be that. But this wasn't Matthew's first rodeo. He knew how to drop past without driving strangely and attracting attention. He reached for his mobile phone and held it to his ear. The thing was turned off but she wouldn't know that. Lots of people slowed when they talked on their phone. It was completely natural.

He let his speed drop and pulled into the right lane as the Terri Clark song on the radio ended and Ward Thomas started singing:

"With the wind at your back and the sun at your side
Take the bull by the horns and ride
You gotta push for the stride
It wins the race every time

So when you're low on steam
but your aim is high
You gotta keep your eye on the prize
You gotta push for of stride
It wins the race every time..."

The Escalade passed. Matthew stole another glance. She was a big one. The SUV's window's were tinted but he could make out her swollen figure filling out the drivers seat. Her big golden blonde hair crowned a sexy, well made up and definitely chubby face. She didn't look at him. Instead she had one hand rested on the wheel and a vacant somewhat bored expression whilst she slurped her cola and drove south on I-44.

From behind his sunglasses Matthew tried to make out if it was the butterball from a year before. She looked fatter than he remembered. But he recalled the way she'd demolished her Cracker Barrel breakfast. It kind of figured she'd be bigger. The SUV slowly passed him. Matthew put the phone back down and followed on as Wichita Falls approached.

His heart was beating strong and he felt like Jack Reacher rolling into some Heartland town in hot pursuit...

----------------

Debbie wasn't paying attention to the Explorer or its driver. Instead she was letting her mind wander as the interstate rolled on. Still rolling on automatic she drove on into Wichita Falls taking the raised highway around downtown and then took the exit for Mullins Auto Plex. A small used car lot between a car wash and a vacant strip mall and Mullins catered for the lower end of the Wichita County market. The sign above the entrance declared:

"NO CREDIT? NO PROBLEM!"

and:

"WE BUY YOUR CLUNKER - CASH!"

Rolling her SUV to a stop next to the faded lot office Debbie took a final drink of soda before lowering herself down. Her cowboy boots balancing on the asphalt she tugged her t-shirt down to make sure it covered her belly and waddled toward the office. Her jeans were skin tight around thick thighs, swollen hips and a badonkadonk butt that rocked like a rolling stone with every step. With lycra mixed in with the denim the jeans were taught and tight as the material stretched around the Texan MILF's well rounded figure. Her walk was a steady casual waddle.

"Hi there Debbie" said a broad shouldered man wearing jeans and a polo shirt with the Mullins logo stitched on it.

"Hey Jimmie, you got our key?"

"Yeah, its in the office. Must have loaded it on the trailer with the wrong one..."

Debbie followed on into the office.

Meanwhile Matthew watched from over in the vacant strip mall's lot. It was her. She'd piled the weight on over the past year or so. He was terrible at guessing weights but this MILFy butterball had to have hit the three hundred pound mark. Everything about was hot, fat and sexy. She had an amazing shape to her curves and held her weight perfectly. Like something out of every fat admirers best dream. In her t-shirt, skin tight jeans and cowboy boots she had the look of a seriously over fed cowgirl. A cowgirl who'd gotten way too fat for her horse.

Gawking Matthew watched her wiggle waddle into the used car lots office. He took a moment and debated what to do. He'd wait. His mind wandered as he wondered what she was doing at Mullins Auto Plex. A woman driving a brand new Cadillac SUV hardly seemed likely to be a customer at this place. Maybe...

"Oh shit."

Looking into his rear view mirror Matthew saw the blue lights. A Wichita Falls Police Department cruiser rolled to a stop behind him. A big pitbull like cop with a crew cut stepped out and was walking to him. Pushing the MILF out of his head Matthew thought of a good reason what he was doing sat in a vacant mall lot in Wichita Falls, Texas. His eyes rested on the realtor sign. He'd always been a good bullshitter.

----------------------------

Debbie glanced at the cop car and the Explorer as she pulled out of the Mullins lot. Then her eyes rested on the dashboard clock. 1.17pm. Her belly rumbled in protest. Debbie loved to eat and her mind explored all the different restaurant options in The Falls. She had a spare half hour. Her mind explored the options. She fancied a Chilis but at her size she didn't like eating their alone. The booths were too small for her and she always ended up talking with some douche bag at the bar. She might have been fat but Debbie Hill still attracted male attention.

There was, however, another option. She could order Chilis to Go takeout. Then get a sandwich at McAlester's Deli finished off with a Starbucks frappuccino for the drive back to Burnett. Debbie liked that plan; she could eat a hunger satisfying amount without anybody seeing just how much she ate.

Reaching for her iphone the hungry momma searched for the Chilis number on speed dial...