Anna Nicole Smith: My First BBW Crush

My college roommate Freshman year had a subscription to Playboy.  It was fun to have around and made our room quite popular whenever the latest issue appeared.  I looked at it too, of course, though not for the reason most dudes in our guys-only dormitory did.  As a BBW and weight-gain enthusiast, I really did read it for the articles.

Oh sure, there were a few cuties that caught more than just my eye's attention, but my staff remained mostly half-mast until the March 1992 issue arrived.  That was the month Vicki Lynn Smith from Mexia, TX appeared on the cover.

She was dressed demurely (at least by Playboy's standards) in an elegant blue dress with a plunging neckline, gold evening gloves, and a pearl necklace.  She was stunning.  I had never looked-up a cover girl's name before, but I distinctly remember scouring the magazine's fine print for the photo credit.  I just had to know who this goddess was.

I wasn't the only one.  Two months later, Vicki Lynn was Playmate of the month, and by the end of the year, virtually everyone knew her name.  Of course, they knew her by a new moniker:

Anna Nicole Smith. 

It's hard to quantify why Anna Nicole Smith was so popular.  She was pretty and had big boobs (store bought, apparently, though they looked natural enough for me), but that could be said about many models.  Why did she capture the fancy of so many people, including me--a guy who normally wouldn't give centerfolds a second glance?  Was she bigger and curvier than the average model?  Yes.  Did she set off my "gain-dar"?  https://www.patreon.com/posts/gain-dar-31515606   Probably.  But that doesn't explain her International allure.  

I suppose the simple answer is sex-appeal.  Some girls have it, some girls don't.  Anna Nicole Smith, like her idol, Marilyn Monroe, oozed it.  When we launched our Patreon, Riptoryx referenced the inherent storytelling power of photography:  https://www.patreon.com/posts/about-that-image-30555368.  Those early Anna Nicole Smith shoots wove a mesmerizing narrative that began and ended with sex.  Yet unlike Pamela Anderson, Anna's closest rival at the time, she never came across as slutty to me (initially).  Her enjoyment of life's pleasures seemed pure.  She wasn't posing, pretending, or prostituting--she was merely letting you watch her life and inviting you to partake.    

Of course, her bodacious body--built for debauchery in the bedroom--bore evidence of other forbidden activities, especially in the shadow of the "you can never be too rich or too thin" 1980s.  Anna was neither.  She wasn't tight and toned.  She wasn't dressed for success.  She was hot and horny...and made every warm-blooded American male feel the same.  

I was more of an ANS disciple than most.  I bought her videos (taking advantage of my new DVD player's "loop" feature for a particularly erotic pie-eating scene), her calendars, and defaced nearly every magazine, newspaper, and tabloid she appeared in--keeping the various pictures and articles in a scrapbook.  My obsession hit its peak circa 1995-1996, when her weight began its noticeable upwards creep.  Much of my time in my university's computer lab, such as it was back then, was spent scouring a new thing called the Internet for unseen pics.  And a recorded Inside Edition TV segment on her weight-gain from 1996, which shows footage of Anna frolicking in a park for plus-sized clothing retailer Lane Bryant, replaced Jaws as my most-played videotape.     

I lost interest soon after, however.  Some of that was natural--I had a serious girlfriend and was leaving behind the semi-serious academic world for the very serious corporate one--but it was largely because Anna had lost her spark.  I'm not exactly sure when it happened, but sometime between the lawsuits stemming from her marriage to octogenarian millionaire Howard J. Marshall and her ridiculously exploitative TV show, the Anna that I loved disappeared.  From that point on, I only paid loose attention--like a passerby stealing glances at an accident scene.  It was just too painful.  In the world of fiction, I would find a beauty queen's descent from heaven-sent hottie to slovenly sow erotic, but I found no joy in watching such a vibrant country girl eaten up and spit-out by the Hollywood machine.  

It's not hyperbole to call Anna Nicole Smith revolutionary, so it's a shame most people remember her as the incomprehensible train-wreck she ended up.  She ushered in a new direction in form and fashion, and made men like me question what sexy was supposed to be.  (Can you imagine Ashley Graham appearing on the cover of SI without Anna Nicole Smith?)  

So, take a moment and bask in the tremendous beauty of many a BBW lovers first crush, Anna Nicole Smith.  Meanwhile, I think I'll dig-out that old Inside Edition videotape...

Maverick