Chapter 1

If I had told me how my life would be changed three years ago I would have never believed it. I’ve been through it all. It’s been an incredible journey of self discovery as well as gluttony, indulgence and downright perversin. I may not have loved every minute of it, but I have enjoyed a lot of it.

My name is Eve and at the start of this I am 34. I was born in Rhode Island and I lived in NYC for a while before moving to the South a few years ago for better weather and a less stressful life. I have a good job and am very good at what I do. Thankfully this allows me to live comfortably even though I am not wealthy.

I love to play golf, but my main activity is working out. I love to work out and sweat. I was chubby the first couple years in college, but it was ok. I had a boyfriend who was pretty chunky himself. We enjoyed each others’ bodies and the sex was fantastic. I didn’t realize it at the time, but sex when both people are at least chubby is just awesome. The sounds of feelings of two people with extra weight is phenomenal. I didn’t realize it until literally a decade and a half later how good that felt. We would frequently be a sweaty mess, arms and legs tangled, after sex.

However we did break up between sophomore and junior year. It was ok, we were young and deciding who we were and I’ll always love him but it just didn’t work. And then the first week of junior year I met Cynthia, or as everyone called her “Sin”. She was a 5’7” knockout blonde with a super fit body, gorgeous face and everything about her was magic.

In short, she was out of my league. I am tall, 5’ 11” but I weighed 180 pounds and was chubby. I decided to get into shape because I wanted a chance with “Sin”. Well, it never happened. I never even got my chance, I only saw her around. Thankfully a couple of times was in the girls locker room at the campus gym. Those images of her naked or nearly naked are forever in my spank bank (is there a name for the female version of a spank bank? I don’t know, just gonna go with it.).

In case that doesn’t say it, I am bi. I’ve known since I was a teenager. If you don’t buy that, then pick something else to read. I like guys and I like girls. And I also happen to like big guys and big girls. I have a thing for fit girls. Ok, a really big thing for fit girls. I love seeing their sweaty bodies working at the gym or running around in the leggings and sports bras that only really fit people can pull off. I am (was) one of them for a long time. And yes, I totally wore that to get attention sometimes. But usually it just was my go to outfit in warmer weather.

The best thing I like about men are big bellies. The bigger the better. I like big ball bellies, big hanger bellies and anything else you can think of. I generally like guys in the 300-350 range, at least big enough to offset my height and make me look more petite. I wish I was a size 2 (or used to) but my height and my frame make me look bigger. As I got into shape junior year I went from 180 to 165 and then senior year I was 150 and I’ve been that ever since until the start of my story. I worked out 6 days a week, with a super long workout on Saturday if I don’t golf. I run, job, light weights and even do hot yoga (a very good workout, try it!). Exercise is my life.

When I was 33 I met Steve. I actually met him at the gym. He was pretty thin and trying to bulk up. I could lift heavier weights than him. He was cute though. He came over to where I was doing free weights but didn’t actually say anything. I did have to do the heavy lifting, but we did swap phone numbers and ended up dating. We were dating for a year when everything started. I still can’t believe how it turned out, but you’ll have to read further to find out what happened