Chapter 2 - the thirst

It was early when Sid woke up. Zayla was already awake and scrambling around, picking up their empty clothes; her sexy underwear back on to her statuesque body. Sid turned over to face her. “Morning,” he offered quietly.

“Morning,” she shot back quickly and took a deep breath before she spoke again. “Look,” she began seriously. “I’ve never done that before. I don’t bring guys home – ever! I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to anyone.”

“Oh, I won’t tell a soul,” Sid nodded, still brimming with confidence and realising that he was, even now, a little drunk.

Zayla seemed to pick up on the tone and she stared questioningly at Sid. “What’s that look for?” she asked.

Sid smirked. “I’m just admiring how hot you are!” he smiled, gazing at the incredibly fit girl in front of him.

Zayla rolled her eyes. “Yeah,” she sighed dismissively and turned back. “I’ve put some coffee on for you to have before you leave.”

“And I’m just picturing it…” Sid continued. He now knew more about Zayla Ricks than probably anyone else in the world. She had a little gainer fetish, and Sid was more than willing to play it to his advantage. “How cute that fat butt is going to look on you.”

Zayla stopped and turned, looking sceptically back at him. But she was silent and listening, waiting for more from Sid.

“You can wave goodbye to that tight, cute little ass yours!” he smirked, getting up and crawling along to the end of the bed so that he was within reach of the pumped-up babe. He pulled at the waistband of Zayla’s underwear and let them snap back with a crack. “You’re going to be far too fat for little panties like these!” he teased.

“And what makes you think that I want that?” Zayla asked back, doing her best to hold it together.

“Maybe your agent doesn't - but your heart certainly does…” Sid smiled, slipping his hand over Zayla’s underwear. He reached inside and started stroking, watching as Zayla’s face relaxed and she took deep, sighing breaths. “What do you think people are going to say when they see you turning into a fat pig, like Danielle did?”

Zayla’s moaned at the thought. “They’re going to be so mean!” she breathed excitedly.

“What do you think they’ll call you? Greedy? Gluttonous? Fat-Girl? Pig? Super-PIg?” Sid asked seductively.

Unable to fight her resolve any more, Zayla threw down her underwear and pushed Sid back into the bed, where they made love a further three times that morning.