chapter 2

I took some persuading that this guy was for real - apart from anything, it was a couple of hours' drive to the address he gave, and I didn't want a wild goose chase. However, after a Skype conversation where I 'met' both of them (though her face was still off-camera), and during which the guy even promised to make a very professional job of pixellating my face if I didn't want fancy being an internet porn star, I thought 'what the Hell' and hopped in my car the following weekend.

The flat was in a very respectable-looking, modern block just outside the town centre. I was buzzed through the downstairs security gate and went up to the 3rd floor as instructed, and the guy I'd met on Skype opened the door and greeted me in a friendly fashion. He was average height, well-spoken, intelligent-looking. I don't know what I'd been expecting - some kind of weird S&M dungeon, maybe - but I was taken aback that everything was so normal. As I stepped into the hall, I saw my reflection in the same Ikea mirror I had in my own place.

"Get you a drink? No? OK, she's through here," he said and led the way to one of the two bedrooms. Before turning the door-handle, he turned around with a wink. "She's dressed up for you."

With that he pushed open the door to reveal a well-lit room with large bed of dark wood, the same one on which I'd seen the plump auburn-haired girl posing on the website. Angled towards the mattress were two video cameras on tripods, and on the floor near the left-hand wall there was a set of electronic weighing scales. A bedside table, on which a small camcorder rested, and a black leather easy chair stood against the walls. The girlfriend stood at the foot of the bed, smiling at me shyly. He was right - she had certainly put on some more weight. Her thighs looked more rounded, her breasts fuller as they peeped over the top of the well-stuffed purple corset she was wearing; her stomach bulged out below it, and looked set to burst the silk ties at its front. The protruding roll of belly fat jutted out over purple silk panties, which strained at the hips and gusset. Her full-lipped face, much prettier than I had expected, was framed by the luxurious dark-red curls which hung loose to her shoulders. She ran her hands down her body, trying to be sexy but looking a little nervous.

"God, look at her," interjected her boyfriend. "I don't know how guys like you do it. F*** the fat ones, I mean." He was talking about this beautiful young girl as though she weren't there. "She's just let herself turn into such a pig... I honestly think I'd struggle to get hard for her now. Maybe if I watched some porn and then just got inside her really quickly and shut my eyes..."

Her smile had become fixed, and she was blushing red with shame. I had an urge to hug the poor girl. Presumably, I thought, she gets off on this too - or she wouldn't do it. The guy was still talking to me.

"Sometimes, when I bring girls back here, I record the whole thing and show it to her - just to remind her what an attractive female body looks like, and to remind her what she's missing. But then, she knows exactly what she's got to do if she wants me to f*** her again. It's my firm belief that you shouldn't put your dick inside anything that weighs more than you - and that includes industrial machinery, farm animals, and overfed bitches like her."

He turned and addressed her for the first time - "Hey fatty, what do I weigh?"

"Seventy-eight kilos," she replied immediately, her voice quiet but musical.

"That's right - that one's easy to remember, isn't it?", he said in a teasing tone. "Because my weight hasn't changed, because I don't eat like a f***ing pig. Now, what do you weigh?"

"Ninety-two kilos," she said, even more quietly.
"Sounds about right. Let's check - get on the scales and show our guest what a fat bitch you are."

She obediently stepped across to the weighing scales and got on, her large breasts bouncing in the corset. The device creaked loudly and my host stifled a snigger, then the red display numbers blinked and settled on 92.2kg.

"You kept that extra 0.2kg quiet, didn't you fatty? What are we, embarrassed about our weight?" the boyfriend chuckled. "What does that make your weight in pounds, piggy?"

Again, she knew the answer straight away: "Around two hundred and three pounds."

"Jesus Christ! I still can't believe that this girl, who used to be hot, turned herself into such a f***ing blimp. More than two hundred pounds of slut! So, you fat pig, how much weight does that mean you have to lose, if you ever want me to f*** you again?"

The chubby girl thought for a moment, still standing on the scales, then looked at her feet and replied "fourteen kilograms - that's a bit over thirty pounds".

"Fourteen point two kilograms, fat girl. And ideally, it would be a hell of a lot more - you know, 78kg is still pretty f***ing fat for a girl of your height. Well, good luck with the weight loss anyway - I've seen the way you eat. Hey," he said to me, "did you bring her some food like I suggested?"

I had indeed stopped at a service station on the way over, just in case his email was sincere. Feeling rushed and nervous - even though no-one could have known where I was going - I had grabbed the nearest sweet treats, which happened to be a double pack of jaffa cakes. I pulled them out of my bag, and he laughed again.

"Awesome! No-one ever brings food! I know, let's see what the fat girl wants more - her boyfriend's love, or a jaffa cake! Can you resist, fatty?"

Slightly bemused by this whole scenario, but still turned on by her luscious plump body, I held out a couple of the biscuits in my hand. She bit her lip and looked at the boyfriend, and I thought I detected genuine longing and affection in her gaze - but then, stepping off the scales with an eye-catching jiggle of exposed flesh, she reached out and grabbed the jaffa cakes, cramming both into her mouth together. The chocolate smeared across her plump lips and she pushed the sweet food inside, her eyelids fluttering in what looked like sexual pleasure. She moaned as she chewed and swallowed, then held out her hand to me for more.

With a quick movement, though, her boyfriend grabbed it and twisted it behind her back. Taking the other hand as well, he produced a pair of handcuffs and clicked them onto her wrists.

"Down on your knees, fat girl." Then to me: "Want to feed her? I know you chubby chasers are into that shit - and you'll thank me, believe me. If there's one thing that gets this little glutton hot and wet, it's being fed."