Chapter 4 - Summer’s Crush

(Summer's pov)

I'd always liked chubby guys.

It took me a while to fully accept this. When I was younger, my friends would swoon over pictures of Chris Hemsworth and Tom Holland. I'd play along. At first, I exclusively dated skinny, fit guys. It's what made sense, since I was always thin and athletic.

I dated my first fat guy when I was 16. Everyone in our shallow little high school judged us but I didn't care. It was liberating to finally be with someone I was really attracted to. With that, I started exploring porn; fat porn.

I fell down a rabbit hole that lead me to something that would change my sexual life forever: feederism.

Originally, it was just porn; a secret fetish that I never planned to act on. I dated more chubby guys with a few skinny ones sprinkled in.

By the time I was 20, I wanted more. I wanted nothing more than to dominate a guy and make him mine with all the fat I put on him.

My most recent boyfriend was 200lbs when I met him. After six months with me he was 230.

I felt guilty at times but I really never did anything wrong. I offered the food, and he happily took it.

Though I had fun fattening him up, my last boyfriend was a cheating, abusive asshole. He made it hard for me to trust anyone; and because of this I stayed single for a long time.

Then, I met Shane. I was immediately charmed by how pretty he was. He was short and pale. He had long, unruly, hair. Gorgeous eyes, round glasses, and a well groomed mustache. But what attracted me most to him was his body. He had perfect fat distribution; short guys usually do. He was an ideal starting size, chubby but probably no bigger than 200.

When I saw him at orientation, I tried to stay away. Under all that chub he's probably just another asshole, I told myself.

But when I actually spoke to him, I fell hard. Shane was sweet and genuine and funny. He was also quiet and but so incredibly smart. Ever since that party it was safe to say I had a crush on Shane.

I knew he liked me too. He was always nervous and flustered when I was around. (Luckily, I like my men a little nervous)

I wanted to be with Shane but I wasn't sure how to initiate it.

Troy and I sat in the living space of our shared dorm. He'd known about my crush on Shane all along; he was supportive, of course, but that support came with lighthearted teasing.

"It's almost 11." My brother began with a wide smile, "You should go to bed! You don't want to be tired when you see Shaaane in class tomorrow."

"I'll be fine." I said annoyedly.

"How's that going anyway?” Troy asked and sat next to me.

"Fuck, I don't know... We almost kissed in his dorm yesterday."

"Excuse me?!" He jumped up, "Thats a huge development! How haven't I heard about this?"

"I'm sorry! To be honest I haven't even said it out loud yet... Im not entirely sure thats how it happened but it felt... intense."

"Summer, you just need to do it. He's obviously so into you."

"I know! I dont want it to happen wrong and scare him away. I'm pretty sure hes never had a legit girlfriend before and it freaks me out."

"Thats kinda kinky tho... You're gonna pop his cherry." He teased.

"Shut up."

"Pluck his rose!"

"You're so weird!" I lightheartedly pushed him.

For a few moments there was only laughter between us, then my brother spoke again, "Seriously, you should just make a move."

"Alright. Soon. Just... not tomorrow."

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The next day, I arrived at visual arts early. I'd never in my life gotten to class early, but I wanted to maximize my time with Shane.

Just minutes after I sat down, he walked in.

"You're here early!" He called out with a smile.

"Yeah! Accidentally woke up before my alarm." I lied.

"Ah." Shane was smiling but I could see he was struggling to think of what to say next.

Though I found him very charismatic and fun to talk to, he tended to be more quiet in conversation. Usually, this worked out perfectly, as i'm more talkative. But today, I was having trouble finding words.

I assumed it was the added pressure from our last encounter. I swore, I could still feel his breath brushing against my lips with his gentle words. And I could still feel the intensity of his eyes focused into mine.

He could feel it too. It was obvious from his nervous mannerisms and the way his gaze darted between me and his easel. Neither of us wanted to discuss it but I knew I never wanted to forget it.

"I- I like your outfit." I said to break the silence and also to excuse the way I was looking over his body.

His soft frame was very apparent through his tight t-shirt; even more so when he sat down.

"Thanks." Shane began, "I'm glad you like it but I probably need new clothes. Nothing fits anymore." He laughed shyly.

"Oh." I said absently.

He was implying he'd gained weight. This, of course, teased at my secret fetish.

I wanted to ask questions or make him talk more about it. However, I held my tongue. As this desire was purely out of self indulgence, and i'm sure it would be very uncomfortable from his perspective.

I quickly crafted a neutral response, "Well, that fits you great."

Despite my best efforts he still shied in a way that got me so horny.

"Aha... Thanks." He smiled with flushed cheeks.

Soon after, our friend, Ash, came into class. After the first day, Ash moved desks to be closer to me and Shane.

"Hey, guys." Ash greeted us as they sat their bag next to the desk.

"Hey, Ash." I said, recovering myself.

Ash was about to turn to their easel but they quickly spun around to the two of us, "Shit! I almost forgot. I need a favor! I need to borrow one of your dorms."

"What for?" Shane asked.

"I have this project where I have to record myself singing tonight." Ash was majoring in music, so this project was not out of the ordinary. "The only issue is, my roommate is having friends over. I asked her if they all could go elsewhere to hangout but, she's a bitch... Anyway, could I use one of your apartments tonight to record?"

"Sure!" I answered, "Troy's out tonight so it'll just be you and me."

"Thanks... But um... I don't know. I get embarrassed singing in front of my friends. I was kinda hoping I could have an apartment to myself."

"Oh..." I thought, "I guess I could leave, but I was really hoping to get some housework done tonight."

Shane cut in, "You can use mine. I'll find somewhere to hang out."

"You're sure?" Ash asked.

"Yeah. I'll just go... um... I don't know. Summer? Could I go over there?" He asked me.

I got both nervous and excited, I knew Tory was never gonna let me hear the end of this. "Yeah... Of course, that's fine."

"Great!" Ash cheered, "It'll only be for a few hours, i'll text you when I leave and everything."