Chapter 1 - The Discover

As I sit alone in the dimly lit living room, the glow of the laptop screen casts flickering shadows across the walls. My fingers dance across the keyboard, idly scrolling through Ethan's browsing history. My curiosity piqued, I delve deeper, clicking on a link that reveals a world I never knew existed.

Images flash before my eyes, images of women unlike any I've seen before. Their bodies overflow with soft curves, rolls of flesh cascading in waves of abundance. I feel a shiver run down my spine, a mixture of fascination and revulsion coursing through me.

I can't tear my eyes away from the screen, transfixed by the sight of these women who seem to defy all societal norms of beauty. And then it hits me like a punch to the gut - these are Ethan's fantasies. These are the women he desires.

Disgust rises up within me like bile, twisting my stomach into knots. How could he keep such a secret from me? How could he be attracted to something so... so repulsive? My mind races with questions, doubts, and anger.

And as I sit there, surrounded by the glow of the laptop screen, I can't help but wonder if it's time to walk away from him, to leave behind the man whose secrets I can never fully know.


But the longer I gaze upon those voluptuous women, the more I find myself drawn to them in a way I never expected. It's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a new world of desire that I never knew existed within me.

I close my eyes, and in the darkness behind my eyelids, I conjure an image of Ethan with one of those ample women. I can see him, his hands exploring every curve, his lips trailing kisses along the soft expanse of her flesh. And instead of feeling repulsed, I feel a surge of arousal course through me.

But then, the scene shifts, and it's not Ethan with that woman anymore. It's me. I see myself, my body swollen with size, dominating Ethan beneath me. His hands grip my hips, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrors my own.

In my mind's eye, I revel in the power I hold over him, in the way my abundance overwhelms his senses. And as I imagine myself sinking into the depths of that desire, I feel a thrill unlike anything I've ever known.

It's a terrifying realization, one that shakes me to my core. But even as I tremble with uncertainty, a part of me can't help but wonder - is this who I truly am? And if so, what does it mean for my relationship with Ethan?


The evening arrives, and Ethan and I sit across from each other at the dinner table, the air thick with unspoken tension. I pick at my food, my mind still consumed by the images that had invaded my thoughts earlier.

"Is everything okay, babe?" Ethan's voice breaks through my reverie, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, everything's fine," I reply, forcing a smile that feels as fake as a plastic doll's. But even as I speak the words, my mind drifts back to those forbidden desires, to the secret world of indulgence and excess.

"You seem distracted," Ethan observes, his brow furrowing with worry.

I shake my head, dismissing his concern with a wave of my hand. "It's nothing, just had a long day at work." But even as I try to push the thoughts away, they linger like a stubborn stain, refusing to be scrubbed clean.

As the evening wears on, the conversation ebbs and flows, but my mind remains elsewhere, lost in a labyrinth of conflicting emotions. And with each passing moment, the weight of my secret grows heavier, pressing down on me like a leaden anchor dragging me into the depths.


As the night wears on and Ethan drifts off into slumber beside me, I find myself unable to shake the intoxicating allure of those forbidden desires. The image of myself, voluptuous and abundant, lingers in the recesses of my mind, beckoning me into a realm of indulgence and excess.

I close my eyes, allowing myself to succumb to the darkness that swirls within me. And in the depths of that darkness, I find myself once again seated at the dinner table, but this time, I am not the same. No, I am larger, fuller, my body swollen with size and desire.

I watch as my hand reaches out, grasping at the food before me with a voracious hunger that borders on desperation. Each bite is an act of indulgence, a symphony of sensation that ignites a fire within me, fueling my desire to consume and be consumed.

And as I feast, I feel a stirring deep within me, a primal urge that demands to be sated. I can feel Ethan's eyes upon me, his gaze filled with a hunger that mirrors my own. And in that moment, I know that I am not alone in my desires.

With a coy smile, I rise from the table, my body swaying with the weight of my abundance. Ethan follows, his steps hesitant yet filled with longing. And as we come together, our bodies melding in a tangle of flesh and desire, I feel a surge of ecstasy unlike anything I've ever known.

As Ethan's hands explore the soft expanse of my body, I feel a wave of anticipation wash over me. His touch is electric, sending shivers of pleasure racing along my skin. With each caress, each whispered word of desire, I feel myself growing more and more intoxicated by the heat of the moment.

I reach out, my fingers tracing the contours of my own curves, reveling in the abundance of flesh that surrounds me. The sensation is overwhelming, a heady mixture of pleasure and desire that threatens to consume me whole.

And then, with a hungry growl, Ethan pulls me close, his lips crashing against mine in a frenzy of passion. I moan into his mouth, my body arching against his as he presses me down onto the bed.

With trembling hands, he guides himself inside me, filling me with a delicious ache that sets my nerves on fire. I gasp at the sensation, my nails digging into his back as he sets a rhythm that drives us both to the brink of ecstasy.

And as the tension builds, spiraling higher and higher with each thrust, I feel myself teetering on the edge of oblivion. With one final, desperate cry, I surrender to the pleasure, my body convulsing in the throes of ecstasy.

And then, in the blink of an eye, I am jolted awake, my body drenched in sweat, my heart racing in my chest. I glance over at Ethan, still lost in slumber beside me, unaware of the tempest that rages within me. It takes me a moment to gather my bearings, to separate the lingering echoes of the dream from the harsh reality of waking life. But even as I lie there, panting and spent, I can't shake the feeling that something fundamental has shifted within me, that I have glimpsed a truth about myself that can never be unseen.


With Ethan out for the day, I find myself drawn to the sight of his loose-fitting tracksuit hanging in the wardrobe. A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of my lips as an idea takes root in my mind. Without hesitation, I pluck the tracksuit from its hanger and lay it out on the bed.

As I smooth out the fabric, I can feel a surge of anticipation coursing through me. This is it - the moment to explore those forbidden desires that have been simmering beneath the surface. With trembling hands, I gather an armful of pillows and cushions, my heart pounding in my chest with each breath.

I arrange the pillows strategically, shaping them into curves and swells that mimic the abundant form of the women from Ethan's fantasies. With each pillow placed just so, I feel a thrill of excitement ripple through me, a delicious anticipation of what is to come.

And then, with a final flourish, I step back to admire my handiwork. The tracksuit is now filled with pillows, each one a testament to the depths of my desires. I can feel a flush of heat spreading across my cheeks as I take in the sight before me, my pulse quickening with each passing moment.

With eager anticipation coursing through my veins, I reach out to caress the soft curves of the tracksuit, my fingers tracing the outlines of the pillows nestled within. Each touch sends a shiver of excitement rippling through me, igniting a fire that burns hot and bright within the depths of my being.

With a breathless sigh, I begin to slip into the tracksuit, the fabric clinging tightly to my skin as the pillows protest their confinement. With each movement, I can feel the shape of my body shifting, transforming from slender to voluptuous before my very eyes.

As I pull the tracksuit up over my legs, I can feel the resistance of the pillows, their soft bulk pressing against me from all sides. It's a tight fit, almost uncomfortably so, but the sensation only serves to fuel the fire of my desire.

With a determined effort, I ease my arms into the sleeves, feeling the fabric stretch and strain against the swell of the pillows beneath. And then, with one final tug, I pull the tracksuit up over my chest, the pillows molding to the curves of my body like a second skin.

And in that moment, as I stand there clad in Ethan's tracksuit, I feel a sense of liberation wash over me. No longer bound by the constraints of societal expectations or my own self-imposed limitations, I am free to embrace the fullness of my desires, to revel in the abundance of my own flesh.

With a coy smile, I turn to admire my reflection in the mirror, the sight of my newly transformed figure sending a thrill of excitement racing through me. In that moment, I am not Mia anymore. I am something more - something powerful and untamed, free to explore the depths of my own desires without fear or shame. And as I stand there, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun, I know that this is only the beginning of a journey that promises to be as thrilling as it is unpredictable.