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I am 5 ft 11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed(i have very large breasts) i can even carry a few extra pounds without looking tubby. I am 42 year old heterosexual married woman. My husband and I have been married for 14 years and have a 13 year old daughter! . I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. I am big woman. I am 5 ft 11 and being well endowed well built and curvy always on high heels makes me HUGE! But I love my height and my curvy stature. About a year ago I was at Costco with my daughter and this little boy pointed at me and said something like: "Gush mom, look at her, she is giant!!!" I don’t intend to dress in any particular ‘way’ for anyone. I just wear what I like. I wear clothes that fit me properly. Most of my outfit are pant and skirt suits, satin coats and satin and silk blouses. I am always on high heels and full make up on. If you are curvy, tall and busty, many clothes tend to look sexier on you than on a thin person. So things that fit properly that are relatively conservative can be suddenly too revealing and sexy when you put it on. This happens to me a lot. I wear almost always my blouses fully buttoned to the top combined with a pencil skirt or satin pants. I don’t wear anything vulgar but because of my body type anything i wear looks tight on me. Being tall and curvy draws attention on its own. This can be both positive and negative. I tower over plenty of men and women. I was sexualised from a very early age, and shamed for the way my body looks – something I have no control over. I can’t help how wide my hips grow or how big my breasts get. My mother used to shame me for the way my body looked. If I wanted to wear a skirt or dress, she always discouraged it, she always thought my skirt was ‘too short’ or ‘too tight’, or there was something wrong with my dress-sense. There’s always guys flirting or asking me for my number. When I go out in public guys start talking to me and subtly try to ask me out. I have trouble being mean so i cant get them to leave me alone. I end up getting stressed by it. The irony is that all this time I’ve been afraid of men, perceiving any touch as a sexual advance that I should fear – when really, it was a short, skinny older women I should have feared.. . About four months ago i was driving home from this women entrepreneurs conference . I was wearing my long black fur coat, a purple long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top,black satin pencil skirt, sheer black pantyhose and 5 inch heels purple shoes. I had full make up on. it was snowing really hard. It was basically white out conditions. The wind was blowing so hard that it was coming through the door sills of my car, and with the heater running full blast it couldn't keep up with the snow on the windows and windshield.I began to panic. . As if by some good fortune, I saw this sign that read "Bed and Breakfast. It was 18.00 pm, by this point, there was probably close to 10" of snow on the road, My heavy eyes pleaded with me to stop. So I did. A single lamp outside lit the building. It was a two storey house. The front door was something that wouldn't look out of place in a row of terraced houses. I banged on the door and waited. The door creaked open and I was greeted by this skinny really short like 5ft3 tall wrinkled face thin lips green eyes gray haired masculine ugly woman in her mid 50s. . "Come in "she said, "you must be cold. I am the innkeeper" "Thank you," I replied, , "I hope I'm not intruding? "I really hope you have a room," I said. "Yes," she said smiling, "we have a room ." I went inside. There was a kitchen and a living room. Three women were sitting in the living room. One chubby red haired woman in her mid 40s, one older woman in her late 70s and this really short like 5 ft 2 ugly pale face creepy green eyes thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut masculine woman in her mid 50s. This innkeeper woman said to me " Wow. You are such a big woman. Standing next to you i look like a midget. " She was in flat shoes and i was on high heels, i am 5ft11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed , i was really like a giant standing beside this woman. ." She said to me. "You look tired. Let me show you to your room." "You have no idea how grateful I am," I said. "Follow me," she said, as she ascended the stairs. "Would you like me to make you a sandwich? I have eggs and ham?" "I don't want to put you out," I said, staying close behind her. "Nonsense, you are such big woman. You need to eat." " She opened the bedroom. "Please make yourself at home. None of the rooms have actual locks on them, but you are safe here. There is no heating . but we have this small space heater. I'll go make that sandwich. I'll see you downstairs whenever you're ready." "Thank you," I said. The bed smelled as though a homeless person slept in it for days. The bathroom had no towels, no soap, a half roll of toilet paper, and the wastepaper basket was lined with a supermarket shopping bag. Wallpaper was peeling off the ceiling the walls were dirty, and the sink was filthy. The bathtub was equally as dirty, and had some kind of rubber mat in it which was obviously moldy. Many of the light fixtures were missing bulbs. Ceiling, walls in the bedroom were cracked, and dirty.Anger filled me, I stormed down the stairs and realised I didn't know where to go. "In here, big woman," innkeeper woman said. I followed the voice, into a kitchen. "Almost finished," she said as she placed meat in between the pieces of bread. She finished placing the piece of bread on the top of the sandwich and turned around. She put the plate on this wooden table. She offered to take my coat. I handed her my coat, she hung it on a coat hanger. I sat on the kitchen table, but i changed my mind and i said to this innkeeper woman "I prefer to eat in my room", but this innkeeper woman insisted that I eat at the kitchen table . When I got up to go an get my bottled water she kept pushing me down to sit like if I was a naughty child trying to run away. After she saw that I just wanted to get the bottled water, she calmed down a bit. Then after i finished eating she came up close to me and put her both hands on my stomach and said "Big woman it was good wasn't it?" "Yes. It was good" I answered but I felt very uncomfortable when she touched me and got so close to me. It felt wrong. So i stepped back from this small old innkeeper woman. I turned my back on her and walked into the living room. I introduced myself to these three women there. This chubby red haired woman in her mid 40s asked me" Why are you so overdressed? You look so glammed up ". " I like dressing well, and looking presentable. I ’d rather be wearing something i feel good in than look like i just rolled out of bed.I wear high heels every day too.All the time." I answered to her. Then i sat on this indoor bench next to this really short like 5 ft 2 ugly pale face creepy green eyes thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut masculine woman in her early 50s and started talking to these women about the weather. That was a big mistake. At one point, as she was sitting next to me on my left side this weird small pale woman just started stroking my back with her right hand and said to me "You have a beautiful blouse. you are so shiney. I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. I love this feel . The softness, the way that my hands and slips and slides on the fabric is out of this world. It is not sexual at all. I don't like to wear silk or satin clothes but I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing." She rubbed my back with her right hand while the four of us had a conversation for a FULL TEN MINUTES, just slowly rubbing all over it including the top of my butt. . That bothered me but I didn't know how to say to her don't touch me with out sounding rude. So this small creepy pale woman just kept rubbing my back with her right hand for like 10 minutes. It was awkward, i felt uncomfortable, so i finally got up and said "i just need to stretch my legs." This chubby red haired woman in her mid 40s said to me" Just take your shoes off. I wonder how can you walk on those 6inch shoes all the time ". " They are 5 inch. I don't want to take my shoes off. I love my shoes.I wear high heels every day too.All the time." I answered to her. I started circling the room.. TO BE CONTINUED

Please bear in mind that it is my first attempt on writing and English is not my native tongue. I l love Natasha Henstridge. She is soo hot. She also carries that chubbiness well. Never thought she would evolve into such a curvy women from where she was in her species days. She seems happy and confident which makes a woman that much more sexy. I am really enjoying Natasha's transformation into a massive giantess, she is stunning. I want to write this story with her as a character. I was heavily inspired by Marcella 1978 true story July 2021. Natasha Henstridge received a call from this woman feminist group president. The woman invited Natasha to their 50s themed costume feminist party. The woman said that they would be honored to have her as a celebrity guest at their party. The woman suggested Natasha to wear her Marilyn Monroe white dress costume from her 2013 photoshoot at the Edinburgh royal commonwealth pool.https://michaelschofield.photoshelter.com/gallery/Darius-and-Natasha/G0000EMijz6v7zQo/ , The woman explained that Marilyn Monroe is considered a feminist icon by their feminist group. Natasha gladly accepted the invite. She even agreed to wear that costume. She still had that costume in her closet. She needed publicity. Her serious acting career never really took off after the two 'Species' films. The films that she's been in aren't the Oscar winning types so she was not considered a serious actor. She was frustrated. Also the media would report from that party. Natasha always wanted to support feminist movement's. So attending a Feminist party as a special guest would be good for her career. She even became excited. She couldn't wait for the day of the party. On that day Natasha got up early and took a shower. She had breakfast. She put on the Marilyn Monroe outfit. She put on full make up. She was dressed exactly like on that 2013 photoshoot. She was not ashamed of her body. She called an uber. She got herself ready and waited for her lift. This woman uber driver showed on time, and was very friendly and talkative. The woman was excited that she is driving a celebrity. It was a two hours long drive. TO BE CONTINUED