chapter 2

1 April 2014


Phase 1 wasn’t as easy as first imagined, maybe it was my own fault because I’m a little fussy but I didn’t want to just settle with anybody. I figured if I want to make my future gainer so massive and dependent on me I’ll have to be attracted physically and mentally. I don’t want to be running around after someone 24/7 if I can’t stand them.



The first person I thought would be ideal was a complete tool. He was a regular at the gym, big and shredded, I thought he’d be perfect. Turns out I was incredibly wrong, he seemed nice at first bland we went on a few dates, he was a very fussy eaten which rang a few alarm bells but I persisted. We even went back to his place after our 3rd date.



I soon learnt why he was so obsessed with his body, he wasn’t packing much in the trouser department if you know what I mean! Plus he was awful in bed, so selfish and rough. I even caught him looking at his muscles in his bedroom mirror a few times. It’s safe to say I didn’t call him again.



The second guy was more or less the same, far to into himself, far to picky with food, I didn’t even go on a 3rd date with him.



I soon realised that most of the guys at my gym were all the same. I decided to change gyms and train at a different time, 4pm - 7pm is just full of the same type of people, people that want to show off their muscles.



I started working out early morning at my new gym, on a normal day I’d get there between 6:30am and 7am. I scouted the regulars and no of them interested me…except for one.



The man in question caught my interest the first time I laid eyes on him, purely because I was instantly drawn to the bulging package in the front of his gym shorts! Damn it looked big! Next thing I noticed that he wasn’t one of these big steroid looking gym enthusiast, he looked muscular but more lean than bulky. He was good looking to, average height, about 5’10, fairly pale skin, nicely shaped bit of stubble, thick black hair slicked back nearly with a comb…yeah he definitely caught my attention.



I approached him how I did with most men and the gym, pretend I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing! The animal alpha-male instinct tends to kick in when I pretend to be a innocent little girl in need of help.


‘Excuse me…’ I said sweetly


‘Yeah?’ He replied in a deep but quite voice


‘I was just wondering if you could show me how this machine thingy works?’ I asked pointing to the lateral pull down machine



‘You don’t know how it works?’ I sniggered sarcastically


‘No…’


‘Are you just asking me to break the ice or do you genuinely not know? Because I’ve been watching you all morning and you seem pretty clued up..’ he chuckled nervously


‘Well..urm..it’s…wait…you’ve been watching me?’ I asked raising my eyebrows curiously


‘Yeah, I’ve been trying to think of a way to introduce myself to be honest’ he laughed awkwardly


‘Guess we’re on the same page then…I’m Emma’


‘Guess we are. Pleased to meet you Emma…I’m Jackson but please call me Jax’



And that was how I met Jackson, we hit it off at the gym and I had a good feeling about him. Later that day I tried to find him on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter but to no avail, he obviously keep himself fairly private.


Fast forward to the weekend and we was on our first date. Again he was very nice, I like that he didn’t try to hard to impress me or lie just to get me naked. He was very sarcastic but I find sarcasm extremely funny, even if they say it’s the lowest form of wit.


One thing I did notice is that he didn’t shy away from a good meal! He wasn’t fussy and cleaned his plate! I asked what he did for a living and it turns out he’s a very successful Amazon FBA, basically he’s buys in bulk from China or wherever and sells the items individual through Amazon, plus he dabbled with stocks and shares. Th most intriguing part is that he does this all from the comfort of his own home.



We got on so well that I ended up at his place at the end of the date, his house was beautiful, it was a new build on a new little estate on the outskirts of town, it was a 3 bedroom but the 3rd downstairs bedroom was converted into his office, complete with an en-suite. He told me that he saved so much money when he lived at home that he actually bought the place outright!


The sex was…okish, definitely not bad, I think his big dick helped but our rhythms just wasn’t in sync, it’s something we can work on I suppose, plus as I fatten him it’s going to get a lot better anyway. He’s definitely far to skinny for me at the moment, he’s so lean and muscular, his six pack was a big distraction! I need to squeeze a big fat hanging gut as it slaps again my tiny body! Sorry got a bit carried away again!


Anyway, now it’s safe to say I’ve finally found my man, phase 1 complete! Phase 2 is going to be even harder though! Somehow I’ve got to convince this skinny lean gym freak to over eat, not exercise and allow his body to become soft, or as I like to call it, baby fat!