Chapter 1: january 2013

Hope you enjoy this new original story! I hope to be able to get some more chapters done over the holiday period. Thanks for reading and comments/feedback are welcomed!


It was a bitterly cold winter's night in downtown Minneapolis, but Troy Allen and some friends were going out to celebrate. The twenty-three year old, recent college-grad had just gotten his first promotion at an investment banking firm. The occasion deserved a night out on the town. After a five minute walk from their work, Troy and his friends slipped into a new bar that had been recommended. Once inside, a svelte hostess met them at the door. She was dressed in the bar's revealing, hooters-esque uniform. Although the look was accomplishing its goal of being provocative, it was completely impractical given the ongoing, brutal Minnesota winter. After explaining the counter area was at capacity, the hostess advised that they did have a large booth free in the back corner to accommodate the group for a meal and some drinks.

Troy followed his group over to the booth, but while doing so, someone caught his eye. Leaving the area behind the counter and heading towards the exit door, was an absolute bombshell of a woman. Troy only got a brief look from distance of the heavy-set woman, but she clearly was dressed in the same skimpy uniform the waitress and hostess had on. He estimated she looked to be about 5’4, and about 300 pounds, with most of the weight in her corpulent rear and thick thighs. While heading out the door to the street, her body finally turned to face him, revealing more about her figure. Her face was too far away to get a read on, but it was framed by long blonde hair that complimented her silky, white skin. Even from a distance, Troy could tell she had the best kind of womanly shape; a sort of pear-hourglass combo, who despite having colossal hips and an ass like a shelf, still possessed full breasts whose slight perkiness defied their obviously heavy nature.

The rest of the night was enjoyable, but Troy couldn’t shake the memory of the full-figured employee of the bar. While his friends made comments about their current waiter being attractive, Troy just couldn’t see the appeal of a girl like their waitresses meager proportions. It was another reminder that Troy was still in the closet about his admiration of bigger women.

Generally during college, Troy had dated stereotypically thin, sorority girl’s; the type of girl that looked the part of a finance majors future partner. It was the obvious match, given Troy was 6’1, smart, a student athlete, and from a wealthy, respected family. Still, Troy felt deep dissatisfaction being with the women he was expected to date. This dissatisfaction manifested in the fact that his relationships would always go sour when things in the bedroom didn’t materialize. Then, even though it wasn’t fair to the girls he dated, he often cheated or broke things off to secretly hook up with girls with larger figures.

Near the end of college he had finally worked up the courage to date one girl who was on the chubbier side. Standing at about 5’5 and weighing about 200 pounds, Claire had been kind, down-to-earth, funny, and sexy. Despite being a much smaller size than his truthful preference, Claire represented a step forward in his confidence to date who he really wanted to. Things had been going so well in the first 8 months of the relationship; that was until Thanksgiving of that year. Nervously, Troy had taken Claire home to meet his family for the first time. He knew Claire was not the type that his pretentious family expected him to bring home. Claire didn’t have any ambitious plans for after college. Conversely, she was an art major, with no concrete career plans but to make art. Further, Claire didn’t come from any money, wear fancy clothes, or pretend to be more than she really was. These things had been endearing to Troy, but to his family, they were problems.

In the end, Claire had left dinner in tears and blocked Troy’s number. Troy never found out if the breaking point was his family's comments on her weight, the comments on the amount of food on her plate, or his parents calling her “lacking in the qualities needed to be with my son.” This was followed by a lecture aimed at Troy about needing to be with someone who was actual “wife material,” or in other words, thin. If his family hadn’t been bad enough, when he announced to his friends that he and Claire were done, they’d been relieved. As put by one friend, “You dodged a bullet with that one, Troy. If she was already that size she was in college, she was only gonna fatten up more once she finessed a ring outta you.”

Troy was humiliated by the fallout of his relationship ending. Between society's expectations of him and his family and friend comments, Troy concluded that fat girls were off the table for relationships; at least until he had more separation from his family and current friends. Troy had decided fat girls would just be for hookups and one night stands. The problem was since the end of college a year and a half ago, the influx of parties and gatherings that produced hook-ups was gone. Even on the “wife material” front, things had been dry with how busy work had been. All in all, Troy’s sexual frustrations were at a breaking point. Inside, he just knew that he needed the rotund women he'd seen at the bar to be his, even if only for a night.