Chapter 3 - moving out

“I'm enquiring about the room you have going?” Rachel asked, having dialled up a number for a cheap place to stay in someone’s house. It had been advertised online and was already available. It wasn’t ideal, but all Rachel knew was that she needed to get out of the apartment she shared with Daniel as soon as possible. She sighed with relief, hearing the deep masculine voice of the owner explain that he could show her around in hour if she wanted. “Yes please!” Rachel exclaimed, gasping with a new calmness.

The house looked nice enough from the outside; an easy commute to work and far away enough so that she wouldn’t have to bump into Daniel too often. She nodded with approval and strolled up the path to the house to knock on the door. Then she waited a few seconds until the door swung open.

Rachel's jaw practically fell to the floor. There, standing inside the doorway was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Tall, broad and fat-bellied beyond words, it was the owner of the house. Easily over 400lbs! Rachel stared up at the mountainous man in delight, her senses stirring for the first time in weeks. “You here about the room?” the man asked her gruffly. “I’m Peter. We spoke on the phone.”

Rachel nodded, almost lost for words and entered, shaking the big man’s hand in greeting. “I’m Rachel,” she squeaked, before following the large man up the stairs and admiring the size of the wide, monstrous butt practically in her face.

“This is it,” the man gestured, opening the door to the small room and forcing Rachel to squeeze past his huge gut in order to enter the space. Then he stared down the corridor. “Mandy!” he called out. “Come say hey to Rachel. She’s interested in the room.”

Rachel heard the thuds down the corridor before she saw the woman who was making them. Then suddenly, she saw the sight of an almost equally large and fat-bellied girl entering the small room. She was fresh out of the shower, with small towel draped around her middle, exposing her massive chest and thick, buttery thighs. Large, chubby arms seemed to widen her stance and Rachel stared in awe of her, feeling meek and timid in comparison.

“Hey,” Mandy smiled, shaking Rachel’s hand. “I’m Peter’s girlfriend,” she explained, not seeming to care that she was half naked and dripping wet.

Rachel’s heart was beating too fast to count. Peter had floored her senses when she arrived and now his equally large and imposing girlfriend was doing much the same. “I’ll take the room,” she spat impulsively.

“Are you sure?” Mandy asked, looking to her boyfriend. “I know we’re asking for a little more than most places around here, but it’s a decent enough room.”

“It’s fine,” Rachel dismissed. “When can I move in?”