Chapter 1

Hi my name is Freddy. I live in a small town, outside of Leeds England... and, for most of my time on earth, I've lived a comfortable but rather unremarkable life. As a university graduate with multiple degrees in computer graphics design. However, after Brexit, much of my hopes of going off to Berlin or Paris faded pretty quickly not to mention a pullback in our own local markets. To make a long story longer, all of my advanced degrees were rather worthless to me in Leeds at the time, so I was forced to improvise taking a job as a physical trainer. It was an easy transition for me as I was addicted to the weights and practically lived in the gym. As a result, my once fit and trim body was transformed into that of a Greek god, chiseled out of marble with every muscle grouping well defined.

My daring life was.., okay... with me dating other fit hotties from the gym, but there was something lacking, no spark. This is because, deep down inside it's not what I wanted or was deeply attracted to. That's because deep down inside I'd always been attracted to big girls and fantasized about them getting even bigger. I'd even dated a few bigger girls, somewhere in the 200 pound range, but regretfully my gym life and well regulated caloric and fat intakes inevitably seemed to wear off on them. And sadly to say, as the pounds, bulges, and curves slowly disappeared, so did my sexual interests.

This stale pattern continued for years, throughout my mid to late twenties, and even into my early thirties until the day an interesting job offer came across my email. It was for a job in my university trained field of expertise in graphic scaling... the only thing... it wasn't in the UK or even Europe but in the United States of America. The idea of going to the world's fattest country, absolutely intrigued me. In my mind I pictured fat girls everywhere, with me feeding them greasy cheeseburgers and milkshakes. After only a few minutes of thinking, I sent an email back accepting the offer, and within a few short weeks, my visa was approved, and I was off to the land of fattening... only I never realized the impact the states would have upon my own waist.