chapter 1 - enthralled

She worked at a card and gift shop that she owned with her mother. She was beautiful and exotic with an exquisite face, thick black hair and a devastatingly curvaceous figure especially in the hips, thighs and ass department. She put herself together very well with very complimentary dress and perfect makeup that enhanced rather than masked her gorgeous face and figure.

We started dating with nice dinners out and nice-enough ones in where I usually cooked. Every time she came over for dinner or not, she brought terrific pastries from a bakery near her home. I became very fond of the Napoleons.

One hot autumn day in October we attended an outdoor jazz concert that with two of her friends. She brought along a container of lemon vodka that helped us deal with the heat. She also fed me hot dogs, ice cream and funnel cakes from the vendor trucks, casually announcing to her friends that she was fattening me up. I ended up very stuffed and drunk.

That evening, after a large meal and more alcohol, I asked her if she really intended to fatten me up.

"Maybe," she replied smiling as she massaged my stuffed belly, "why?"

"Well, uh..." I said trying to process all that might mean, "that would like, kind of, be a turn on."

"Really!" she said, a little surprised but with an 'I gotcha' kind of grin. She came closer and pressed against me, whispering in my ear, "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

I suddenly felt very vulnerable, no longer sure about making this fantasy reality. She must have read it on my face and diverted my attention by kissing me and placing my hands on her round hips while suggesting we finish dessert and go to bed. So after another Napoleon or two, we ended up in bed where she masterfully, or rather 'mistressfully,' brought me to an excruciatingly intense orgasm.

I recall that just prior to our first night together - as we were practically tearing each other's clothes off - she told me she was a "bitch." I didn't think much of it beyond a warning she was demanding in bed or maybe that she could be moody and picky - I didn't give that much thought until about one year later when I looked at what she had turned me into.