Chapter 1 - Love At First Bite

Every year I’ve enjoyed Thanksgiving, in more ways than one. I’ve known I enjoy bigger girls my whole life, something about their exaggerated feminine forms makes my brain go wild. The fact that there’s a whole day just for eating makes me giddy. I’m sure other fat appreciators know what I’m talking about, especially in a country infamous for its obese population. For a few reasons I’ve kept my fetish to myself. For a culture based on gluttony and lust it sure has some hang-ups about it. It was my ‘secret’ but I always wanted someone to accept it instead of longing for a partner from afar, then I met the love of my life.

I’ve dated a few women but it was never serious, I opened up about my true desires and my relationships flew into death-spirals. I thought I’d be in the closet the rest of my life, always yearning for that special someone who wanted what I did and going all in. I just about gave up, thinking I was doomed to express my love for corpulent women on websites alone. Then, out of the blue, a friend of mine invited me to their Thanksgiving and I thought why not. At the very least I would see some hefty chicks and have something to think about later, little did I know everything would change.

He introduced me to his family, no one stood out as especially fat. It seemed like I wasn’t going to get my wish when suddenly a goddess walked through the front doors. Everything about her was big: her presence, her personality, the way she walked and most definitely her body. She had to easily be over three-hundred pounds of sexiness and I knew she had to be mine. I felt like an idiot not knowing how to talk to her, it was pure luck that I sat right next to her (at least that’s what I thought). I was sweating bullets thinking of all the things to say and their potential consequences, I treated her more like a test than a real person.

It seemed like my brain short-circuited before it went into autopilot, it was like I was having an outer body experience. I introduced myself as Mark’s friend and she said she was a friend of his sister’s. I told her that it was the first time I was away from my family for Thanksgiving (too far away and too broke for a flight). I felt my heart skip a beat when she told me it was the second one she was going to that day and that she would go to a third one that night. I didn’t even know her name and I was already in love, her appetite was insatiable. She called several plates of food ‘a light snack’ before the main course at her parents’ house. I had to go with her if it was the last thing I did, nothing was going to stop me.

Through conversation, I found out her name is Sasha and that she was known as a very bubbly and outgoing person. As awkward as I was, I introduced myself as Alex and it wasn’t said but it was obvious that I had a completely polar personality to her. I had no idea what I was doing, I probably messed in so many ways and didn’t even know it. After everyone ate, I went into Mark’s backyard to breathe and calm my nerves. I would’ve drank but I had to drive myself home so all that anxiety was raw and unfiltered. I thought I was about to have a heart attack when I saw her walk (with a little waddle) to where I was by the pool. Apparently her brother was supposed to pick her up but had too much to drink and no one else was sober enough to take her.

Everyone else was too busy watching football so she thought to ask me, it felt like I was dreaming. I tried to pull it off as being smooth but I knew better, she giggled at my enthusiasm and said she was ready when I was. I told Mark I was leaving and he feigned surprise, said he thought I would stay longer but something told me he knew what I was up to. I would’ve said my goodbyes but the game had everyone too distracted to care or notice. We got in my car and I could feel her weight pull her side down, no one over one-fifty had ever been in before. She gave me the directions and I realized that it’d take about thirty minutes to get there, I had no idea what we’d talk about.

I plugged my phone in. “So, what do you want to listen to on the drive?”

“You don’t have to hide it anymore, shy guys are cute but I want to know the real you.” She said with an unexpected bluntness.

I was exposed but pretended I didn’t know what she meant. “E-excuse me?”

She grazed her soft hand along my thigh. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.”

My brain surged with all kinds of hormones, I couldn’t think straight. “What are you doing?”

“It must be hard to keep your feelings to yourself, I can relate. We have to hide a big part of ourselves so that we can pass off as normal. Well I’m not normal, and neither are you.” She spoke with an empathetic kindness.

I couldn’t keep the act up, sighing with regret. “I didn’t think I was obvious.”

She leaned closer. “Oh you were doing a great job. I’m sure no one else noticed you catching a peek whenever I would grab more food, but I did.”

I felt ashamed, I could’ve at least controlled myself. “Sorry, I-”

She grabbed my head and brought my ear to her lips. “And I loved it.”

A sudden chill coursed down my spine, my brain stopped working. “Huh?”

“I grabbed more than I usually would to see if I was seeing things but I was right, you really do like fat girls.” Her voice oozed with lust as she bit her lip.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, she was excited and I didn’t even have to tell her. I looked her in the eyes. “Yeah, I do. I love big, beautiful women.”

In a flash, we locked lips. Both of us were clearly pent up and horny. “Wanna see me eat more?” She asked rhetorically. “I’m getting very hungry.”

I played along. “But you’ve already had four plates, you’re not full?”

She gripped my shirt to her. “Not even close. I need more, much more.”

I was in heaven and I hadn’t even started the car. “Let’s get going, shall we?”