Chapter 1

Ellie would always admire from afar... The jiggle, the waddle, the print of their hanging bellies on their grease stained t shirt, tucked or untucked.

Unconsciously fiddling with her bottom lip, as she imagined being the cause of such growth and more. A large gulp, as her polluted mind pictured a suffocated dick and a man who simply could not derive pleasure with such a girth in the way and so much more going on down there as she wondered what it would be like.

To be fucked, to fuck, a disgusting fat ***ing pig.


She also wondered if her clear desire for them could be read.

How embarrassing, she would think to herself as she looked away, terrified that they might consider her a sick fuck for disrobing them with her hungry eyes, for wanting such things.


Unfortunately for her, she would never know...

Society had normalised abs or slightly thick men, Ellie took a sip of her chilled chocolate milkshake.

She wished it were someone else guzzling gallons of it's thickness down their throat while they moaned in fullness, discomfort and pleasure.

She wished there were funnels and ropes involved. No deriving sweet release unless they were completely and utterly done with their calorie intake of the day.

She wished she had someone-


"Ellie" the voice called out.


"Max" she muttered, a shaky whisper as she was greeted by the protruding belly first before he filled out the chair. Clearly not as comfortable in it as she was.


Ellie was here for a "date". Except she hadn't confessed her feelings to the 340lbs giant, neither were they actual friends. School work was just a weird excuse to spend time with him.


Her eyes, she cursed it, unable to keep focus on anything but the little hole around his belly area. It revealed not much, but enough to have her curdling her fingers later on inside her.


"You wanted some help with the homework... Again?" He asked perplexed, wondering several things.

For starters, she had no book before or around her. But a milkshake he himself wished could have one, or two, cups of. It was hot, after all.

Ellie had managed to tear her gaze away from the man who unknowingly infiltrated her fantasies.


"Oh silly me" she had actually forgotten to bring her notes today, too fixed on her appearance, or what NOT to say to him, and wondering just how soft all those mounds of flesh must be.. Against her.

Two belly rolls while seated. A large tight belly which always seemed stuffed in her eyes.

She was so overwhelmed by the meet she had actually forgotten the purpose of it.


"I'm sorry" she apologised, mostly to herself as she wouldn't be able to get closer to him as he explained that which she 'didn't know'.

"It's fine" he huffed, clearly bugged by something. Perhaps, the gaming consoles he'd abandoned or the comfort of his home.


"Can I-" She felt her heart beat out of her chest, swallowing her words before they could leave.

To Ellie , he was way out of her league. She saw him as mounds of beauty, not flesh, that needed to be served to maintain such lustrous form.

"A milkshake?" She uttered silently, for four weeks she had done nothing but to salivate at his form, discreetly brush the back of her palm on his rotund gut though she wished there was a way to discreetly grab hold of it from below, and later touch herself to the way it visibly rose and fell from simply breathing.

Ellie was deranged.


"My treat" Ellie affirmed, knitting her brows so close to each other Max could see how desperate she was to make it up to him for having come all this way, wasted cab money on her.


"I'm sorry Ellie" he was the one who now did the apologizing. "I've got something to do" he vaguely uttered, excusing himself as he made his way out of the fast food joint.


Not even ordering a single thing.