Chapter 1 - Whispers of Temptation

Alright, so in the dream, I was strutting down a bustling street in some foreign land. The whole vibe was different from anything I knew back home—warm, dry air, intense sunlight. I felt alive, unburdened, completely at ease. My blonde hair and Nordic features marked me as an outsider, a visitor. But that didn’t matter; people were welcoming everywhere. Tourists were scarce, so locals were curious, almost generous, especially with food. They took immense pride in their cuisine. The women—stunning, dark-haired, delicate, with naturally slender bodies. I hadn’t seen a single overweight person since I arrived, which was remarkable considering the incredible food. Temptation was everywhere, and my appetite seemed to delight the locals. I was having the time of my life, letting my belly lead the way.

I've always maintained a fit physique—hours in the gym, a strict diet. But here, I could finally ease up. It felt liberating. No one knew me, and they didn’t care. Well, maybe a few of the female hotel staff had started to notice. They’d smile and giggle when I came down for breakfast, where I started each day with pastries and a lot of milk. Then a warm bath, followed by brunch and some coffee. After that, I was ready to explore.

This day was no different. I hadn’t walked far before my thoughts started drifting toward food. Then suddenly, there you were, standing out from the crowd. Could it be? Really? Your dark hair blended in with the locals, but those eyes—I recognized them instantly, and they locked onto mine. My body froze, and as you got closer, I tried discreetly loosening my slightly snug t-shirt and sucked my belly in, almost instinctively.

You seemed genuinely delighted to see me.
“You here? What a surprise. I mean, it was unexpected.” You laughed, scanning me from head to toe.
“What brings you here?”

I hesitated for a moment.
“Nothing special. I’ve wanted to come here for a long time, since my early youth, actually, and now I got the chance. And, to be honest, I needed a break from the routine for a while. What about you?”

I glanced back at you, noticing your eyes shining even brighter, as if illuminated by some tremendous inner power—a power beyond good or evil. You laughed again.
“Me too, I needed to escape our ‘usual hometown.’ I have some business here, but I’ll tell you more about that later. Are you enjoying it here? I bet you’re having a great time, right?”

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper,
“You’ve changed, really! I’m not entirely sure what it is, but yeah… Oh! You’ve put on weight, haha, SO much! … And you, who used to be so active and fit. Who would’ve thought that you, of all people, would get so... hefty!”

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, a peculiar mix of embarrassment and attraction. I glanced down, murmuring,
“You’ve changed too.”

“Yes, but in a slightly different way.” You lifted your shirt, revealing those toned abs. I gasped, reaching out to touch them, my voice dropping to a hushed tone.
“So toned! And... hot!”

You chuckled, flexing your abs.
“Thanks! Ha ha…”
Your hand suddenly gripped my belly, shaking it a bit as our eyes locked.
“Come on! Follow me!”

Your eyes had that mischievous glint, enjoying every bit of my embarrassment. We stumbled upon a cozy little restaurant, the delicious scent of food drawing us in. As I hesitated over healthier options, you encouraged me,
“Today’s the day to enjoy! Tomorrow, we switch things up for your fitness journey. Let’s make the most of now.”

Your words had a subtle push, urging me to indulge, revealing my weaknesses. While we talked and laughed, I felt your full attention, but you never took a bite yourself.

I found myself sharing more than I intended.
“Pastries and milk in the morning are my weakness,” I admitted. “Sometimes I switch the milk for heavy cream—it’s all about that creamy texture and the warm, comforting feeling.”

I even confessed how I missed the gym, yearning for those days of relentless workouts.

“Oh, you miss the gym, do you?” you said in that soft, hypnotic tone, your eyes locked onto mine. “But maybe it’s not just the gym you miss. Could it be the allure of watching those fit, attractive women working out? The energy, the movements—they fascinate you, don’t they?” Each word wove a subtle suggestion, coaxing out hidden desires. “Do you really miss working your muscles? Or do you miss watching the fit girls, relaxing while they work those muscles... You like to relax, don’t you? Yes, you do…”

Your voice dripped with a hypnotic allure.
“Here, have some more dessert. I see you like it. You like dessert and fit girls working out… It’s the best combination in your world, isn’t it? Yes, it is, haha. Close your eyes, immerse yourself in the vision of those women working out… Can you see them? Good! Do you like what you see? Haha, how do they make you feel? It’s quite a paradox, isn’t it? They make you feel good, yet self-aware, considering the weight you’ve gained. The shame, the delightful edge of the shame. Feel it, own it… The contrast between you and them is immense now. Keep your eyes shut, keep eating, place your hand on that soft fat roll of yours. Yes, I’ve noticed it—it’s OK, haha, you’re safe with me. Keep eating, think of those gym bunnies…”

My mind danced with these imagined scenes. The vision of those fit women exercising, their gazes on me, mingled with the taste of dessert, played tricks on my psyche. It was a delightful torment, a carefully spun enchantment that made resistance impossible. Her words, laced with mischief, pushed me further, each bite fueling a growing hunger, tinged with embarrassment. The hunger was impossible to deny. I was becoming the embodiment of my desires, an inner piggy I couldn’t hold back.

She pressed on.
“Can you see that the gym bunnies have noticed you? They look at you with surprise, and that surprise intensifies your hunger, right? They start giggling at you, and the struggle not to give in becomes unbearable. You’re on the edge, teetering between embarrassment and ravenous hunger. But can you say no to food? It’s a delightful, insatiable urge that pushes you. The fit girls seem amused by your surrender to your inner piggy, maybe even intrigued by you.”

Her words twisted reality and desire into a mesmerizing dance. The battle between my will and the vision of those fit women fueled an inner fire. It was a game I was unknowingly part of, a puppet in her playful, devious hands.

As the hypnotic spell faded, I found myself back in the bustling restaurant. She shifted to sit beside me, her touch now gentle, almost affectionate as she stroked my stomach.
“You’ve probably stretched your stomach to the max tonight,” she said with a playful tone, mystery still lingering in her words. I didn’t fully grasp what she meant, still lost in the remnants of the enchantment.

She continued, now more congenial,
“I’ve arranged a taxi for you. I’ll follow you to the hotel. Let’s meet again tomorrow, shall we? I’m quite excited about it.”

Her enthusiasm was palpable, contrasting with my dazed state. I felt like I was in a haze, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the evening.

As I headed to my hotel room, the weight of my overindulgence settled in. My stomach felt enormous, a testament to the feast I had consumed. I closed my eyes, trying to shake off the dreamlike trance, yet the scenes from the restaurant replayed in my mind. Her fit physique and the electric energy between us haunted my thoughts, leaving me both bewildered and strangely aroused. I needed rest, to clear my mind and prepare for whatever tomorrow would bring. She had mentioned helping me get fit again, and the new regime was set to begin tomorrow, bringing a mix of apprehension and anticipation.