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Three days had gone by before Eric finally came to conciousness.He vaguely remembered the storm that had suddenly come upon the deep-sea fishing expedition. They had left Pago-Pago early in the morning, despite the Samoan elder's warning to wait. Eric had been really enjoying his vacation, the Samoans being a friendly people, and the island was as near a tropical paradise as he had ever seen. But he also had an alterior motive - Eric was looking for a wife. A big wife. Not just any woman would do. Eric wanted to marry the BIGGEST woman he could possibly find. He had long ago stopped trying to deny his attraction for extremely large women. Instead, he spent his time chasing his elusive dream, but so far all thewomen that had interested him ended up being married, engaged, or somehow it just didn't work out. He had heard that the Samoans, including the women were very large as a rule, rather than an exception. So it was with that in mind that he had decided to check it out first hand. He was not misled. Many of the women were 300 - 400 lbs. and more than a few stood 6 foot or better. But as always, most of the really large girls he found attractive were already spoken for. He still had a week's vacation left, so he decided to take a charter boat and do some fishing to take his mind off his dissapointment. They had been warned. Despite the clear beautiful sky, the old Samoan at the dock had recommended that they not stay out long. But by the time the sky began to look threatening, they could not outrun the storm. The boat was tossed about for hours until it was dashed upon a hidden reef and quickly sank. Eric had on his life-vest and managed to cling to some wreckage. Suddenly a wave surged over him, striking his head against the wood, and all was darkness.. He awoke in the darkness of a windowless hut. "I'm blind!" Eric thought with alarm, but as his eyes adjusted he could make out the vague outline of light surrounding the loosely hung door. His head was pounding, but the smell of cooking made his stomach growl. He staggered to his feet and opened the door. What he saw took his breath away. Everywhere he looked were brilliant flowers, and a not more than a few yards away, a trickling waterfall cascaded down the side of a cliff whose top was lost in the thick vegetation. An eerily haunting song echoed from the trees above. Eric stumbled out of the hut and tried to follow the smell of the cooking food. There was a trail at the edge of the thick vegetation so he followed it. He started to consider turning around after walking for nearly 20 minutes. He felt dizzy and disoriented and wanted desperately to lay back down. Suddenly the jungle cleared and he stood outside a lone hut. Some kind of animal was roasting on a spit over an open fire just outside the hut. Desperately he approached the roasting beast, his hunger overwhelming him. Before he could reach it, his legs gave out and he collapsed into darkness... Eric was awash in fever dreams. He saw a woman at the edge of the shadows, and he tried to call to her but could not move or speak. In his mind he saw the image of a woman unlike any he had ever seen, incredibly tall and immensely obese. She held him pressed to her incredible softness, and sang haunting songs of indescribeable beauty. He found himself soundlessly crying, and drifted off into a blissfull sleep. Feeling unbelievably well, Eric awoke with a start. He could see the pale orange sky of early dawn outside. "Where am I?" he thought. "Have I died?" He tried to recollect everything that had happened to him, but everything was fuzzy, like waking from a dream. He looked around the hut and tried to make sense of what he saw. Against one wall was a very tall piece of furniture that looked almost like a combination of a small sofa and a throne. He climbed into it and his legs dangled off the floor. Eric was overcome by curiousity. Who could this place belong to? His stomach growled and his throat was dry, and despite the fact he was nude, he ventured outside. He heard the sound of rushing water and he carefully pushed through the brush. He tripped over a root and fell out into the open. Eric looked up and heard a soft, startled cry. Ahead of him was a pool of water, and just above the waterline was the head of an enchantingly beautiful woman. Her eyes were the piercing blue of a clear summer sky, but her hair was the endless dark of a starless night. As Eric had a chance to take in what he was seeing, his heart leapt at the realization this was the face he had seen in his dreams. He was stunned by her angelic beauty. Her pouty lips were full and voluptuous, her cheeks and face extremely chubby, and her triple chin shook with every syllable as she uttered a worried rapid fire of words in a language he had never heard. "What? Who are you?" Eric managed to choke out. "Your the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," He said before he realized spoken. The face in the pool sat in stunned silence, before speaking in a voice as soft as the rush of the wind. "I am Hani-Lua" she said in English, "I am the healer. You are not well and must rest." She began to emerge from the pool and Eric gasped. Hani-Lua began to hesitate until she saw his uncontrollable erection and flushed face. She broke into a smile and climbed the stairway of rocks that raised her out of the water. In that moment Eric felt as if every elusive dream in his life had come true. He remembered the songs, the love, the desire to live she had given his soul. He knew he had nearly died, but she had given him the gift of life. Hani-Lua helped hin to his feet and for the first time he saw her as she really was. Eric's eyes barely reached her chest! His heart raced at the notion that this woman was at least 6'8" tall. His mind was having trouble accepting what his eyes were seeing. He looked at her calves and drew a breath in at how shapely and large they were, nearly as big around as his 36" waist. Her thighs were like huge tree trunks, cellulite laden and jiggling as she shifted her weight, yet powerful enough to carry her easily. Eric briefly wondered if he would be able to lock his hands around one of them.... Hani-Lua's hips were easily 40 inches wide. Each butt-cheek was the size and shape of a fully inflated beach-ball, but soft and blubbery and violently shaking with each heavy step. Her soft flabby belly hung more than halfway to her knees, while protruding out in the kind of distended glory only an extreme glutton can achieve. Her breasts were huge by anyone elses standards, but looked like an after-thought perched atop her rotund stomach. She was easily the most obese, gigantic amazon he had ever seen. "Rolls on top of rolls" thought Eric, who thought he would pass out in excitement. "You are the woman of my dreams," Eric said to her in a daze. Hani looked at him, half in amazement, half in amusement. "You are not well, maybe when you sleep we talk." Eric caught a glimpse of her eyes watering. " Please don't go Hani-Lua" he grabbed her enormous hand and kissed it. He looked up into those sky blue eyes and saw a lifetime of pain behind an incredible beauty. "I love you...I have always loved you. I would never hurt you. I would give my life for you." Eric was shocked at the words he had spoken. For the first time in his life he had spoken straight from the heart, without hesitation. Hani-Lua burst into tears and Eric's heart sank. Suddenly she started laughing and brought him to her. Every fiber of his being sang in joy as she spoke, her voice like butterflies on the wind. "The healer's creed, the very same words you heard me say in the old language when you appeared from the forest. Your eyes tell the truth that words can conceal." Hani-Lua sat down on her throne-chair and a tear trickled down her cheek. They looked in each other's eyes for a long moment and Eric approached her. "May I kiss you Hani-Lua?" She looked startled, and Eric seized her head in his hands, abandoning all thought of restraint as he passionately kissed her on the lips. He could feel the luxurious softness of her huge rolls of fat as he struggled to put his arms around her. They would not reach even halfway around her as he sunk into the yielding immensity of her flabby body. He felt a shiver down his spine as he realized she must weigh over 800lbs. She stood up and waddled to the mat on the floor, her massive, blubbery body quivering furiously as she lay down heavily. Eric went to her, shaking with a desire so intense he could not contain himself, and pulling apart her unbelievably huge thighs, entering her with a strength and passion that he never knew he could feel. "It is decided." Hani-Lua stood up after they lay together in a tight embrace for what seemed like eternity. "I will love you, Eric. But first you must take the vow of the life-partner. For I am the healer, and the healer must wed the man who bonds with her. Do you wish to learn the ways of healing, to spend your life here with me?" Eric felt weak at the knees. "It is all i could ever want Hani-Lua." Hani placed a necklace of feather and silver arond his neck. "It is done," She pulled him into her massive arms and held him tightly. "In the morning, we shall announce our marriage to the village. But for now I hunger. I require a great deal to eat, quite often, and your first duty is to fulfill my desires. ALL of them," she said softly as she kissed Eric on the forehead, and watched him with a happy sigh as he went to retrieve the well-done beast. Weeks later the New York Times Obituaries ran a small article that read "Eric Kneram, prominent psychiatrist,perished during Tropical Storm." But for Eric life was just beginning.   Do you like this story? We've got more for you. 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