Izzy’s Transformation

Chapter 1

The bar was alive with neon and laughter, a hundred conversations tangled in the music and the clink of glasses. Timothy sat with his friends in their usual booth, his broad shoulders and sculpted arms drawing glances from every direction. He knew the routine by now. Women whispering to one another, friends nudging each other to take the first step toward the man who looked like he’d been carved from stone.
“Tim,” one of his buddies chuckled, nodding toward a pair of slim blondes eyeing him from across the room. “They’ve been staring at you all night. Go buy them a drink already.”
Timothy only smirked and shook his head. “Not my type.”
The guys groaned. They’d heard it before, a hundred times. They couldn’t understand why someone like him, a man who could have any polished beauty in the place, never took the bait. Timothy wasn’t cruel about it. He’d smile, decline politely, even chat a little. But there was no spark for him in their toned figures and perfect symmetry. His tastes ran richer, softer, fuller. He wanted curves and fullness.
The night dragged on, his friends teasing him for being “too picky,” when Timothy’s eyes landed on her.
She was sitting alone at the far end of the bar, sipping from a glass of red wine. Her dress hugged her generous figure, the fabric stretching lovingly across her curves. Her full belly rested against her lap as she shifted, her wide hips spilling over the sides of the barstool. She was at least 300 pounds. Dark curls framed her round face, her cheeks flushed pink beneath the glow of the neon light. She wasn’t hiding herself. She sat with a quiet confidence, her posture proud, as if she knew her beauty was undeniable.
Timothy’s heart skipped. She was his ideal girl.
He slid out of the booth, ignoring the whistles and nudges from his friends, and walked with purpose through the crowd. Every step closer made his chest tighten. When he reached her, he leaned against the bar, just enough to catch her attention without startling her.
“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, his voice low, warm.
Her eyes flicked to him, surprised. She’d seen the way other women looked at him tonight, no doubt assuming he was headed in their direction. But here he was, focused entirely on her. A slow smile curved her lips. “Sure,” she said, shifting just slightly to make room.
Timothy ordered a drink, then turned toward her fully. “I saw you from across the bar,” he admitted, bold but gentle. “And I just have to say, you’re the most beautiful woman in this bar.”
Her brows lifted, a laugh bubbling out of her, genuine and incredulous. “You’re kidding, right? I’ve seen the parade of little models throwing themselves at you all night.”
Timothy leaned closer, his gaze never wavering. “I’m not kidding. I don’t like skinny. I like a woman who has curves, rolls- someone who isn’t afraid to indulge.”
For the first time that night, her expression softened, curiosity flickering in her eyes. She tilted her head, studying him, as if trying to decide whether to believe him. His steady gaze and the warmth in his voice left no room for doubt.
“Tonight’s your lucky night, I do live to indulge. And I have to have lots of curves and rolls, ” she said with a grin.
Timothy’s lips curved into a smile. “Let me buy you dinner and dessert.”
She rubbed her stomach, “I already had dinner, but there’s always room for more.”
Timothy smiled, “Damn, you have no clue how refreshing that is to hear.”
She smiled, “I’m Izzy.”
“My name is Tim. Nice to meet you.”