Chapter 1

Bryant tried to surreptitiously adjust his belt below his little paunch. He'd eaten too much at the picnic, nervous about talking to Jess. She'd pointed out tasty morsels to try, loading up his plate. This was their first date, though they'd been flirting since the day they'd met.

Now Bryant was overfull and huffing through the woods after Jess. He allowed his eyes to linger on her round bottom, flaring out from a narrow waist.

"Here, here it is," Jess called to him as she scrambled out of the woods. Bryant followed her onto the bank of a pool. At the far end of the glen, a small waterfall splashed into the pool.

"Come on," said Jess, flashing him a smile before pulling off her t-shirt. Bryant sucked in a breath at the sight of her jiggling breasts, the small fold of flesh at her belly as she bent to shuck off her shorts. Then she plunged into the water.

"Ooh," she called as her head bobbed back above water. "It's lovely! Get in here, big man!"

Bryant reluctantly peeled off his clothes to reveal his 223 pound body. Chubby face, thick chest, soft little belly, plump thighs. Jess wolf whistled at him and he blushed. Surely she didn't want to see him like this. He jumped into the pool, covering himself in water.

Jess was swimming away from him, towards the falls. She waited on the shallow rocks for him to catch up, panting.

"Look," she said, plunging under the waterfall, "there's a cave back here!"

Bryant followed her lead.

Under the falls, the light was dim. Jess pressed against him, one hand on his love handle and one around his neck.

"Hello, gorgeous," she murmured. "I've been waiting so long to do this." And she kissed him.

Bryant felt a tingling, starting in his lips and spreading through his whole body. He tried to open his eyes and couldn't. Couldn't breathe. Everything was spinning, cold. Bryant stumbled, fell, opened his eyes. It was still dark.

"Jess?" he croaked.

Silence.

Bryant wriggled his naked body. He didn't seem to be lying on hard rock at all. In fact, he was sunk into the softness of something like a... feather mattress? He rolled gingerly onto his hands and knees and crawled forward. His mind refused to accept what was happening. He couldn't be on a bed because he was kissing Jess under a waterfall. He couldn't be on a bed because this soft surface stretched too impossibly far.

He bumped his head gently against a wall, patted it with hand, thumped at it. "Hey! Hey!" he called "What's going on?"

A bright light clicked on, blinding Bryant for a moment. He blinked at a slight young man, jaw hanging open, gawping at him before spewing out a stream of incomprehensible syllables.

"Wait!" Bryant bawled as the door slammed shut again. The light stayed on, at least. He was in a large room with the floor completely covered in a plush, mattress-like surface. His stomach rumbled and he rubbed it absently.