chapter 1 - my name was kelsey blake

© 2020 SLDB

My name was Kelsey Blake, and it’s hard to say how much time has passed since I was fully in control of my own life.

I was so young and naïve when everything changed; so totally oblivious to the forces around me. In hindsight, it’s no surprise that I allowed my fate to slip away, to be determined by someone else. If you were to see me in my current form, you would never believe the story I am about to tell you. The woman I am today is so unlike who I once was that I often find myself doubting my own sanity, but deep down I know it’s the truth. I know that I wasn’t always like this, but I fear my memories are growing weaker, fading further away until the old me is forever lost. There’s nothing you can do to save me now as my fate was sealed long ago, but I hope that when you read this story you will remember me not as the creature you see today, but as the young and beautiful girl I once was.

It all started with a business trip to a remote civilization hidden far away from the rest of modern society. I was a rising journalist for one of America’s top female pop culture websites and had even started doing some professional modeling work as a side hustle. At 5’5”, my 120-pound hourglass frame and perky c cup breasts were more than enough to catch the eyes of any male suitor that I wanted, and soon I had every agency in Southern California calling me. With an angelic face, beautiful blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, my modeling career accelerated so quickly that the money I was making far exceeded my income as a writer, and I was faced with the reality that it no longer made sense for me to write for a living. In fact, the discrepancy was so vast that I was working up the nerve to quit my job, or at least that was the plan until the day my manager assigned me to a story unlike anything I had ever hear of.

My manager at the time was a fat bitch tasked with building out our plus-size content. Our target demo had become quite overweight and the CEO wanted us to cover more body positive topics. I couldn’t stand it. Obese women needed a diet, not a cultural acceptance movement.

I avoided covering body positive topics as best I could, but when the fat hog pitched an opportunity as if it were a cushy vacation, I impulsively accepted. I mean, it seemed easy enough. The company would pay for me to fly to a tropical island and spend a week relaxing while occasionally interviewing people in some primitive society named Bellysia. The Bellysians were one of only a few known societies on earth that preferred their women to be morbidly obese, but not much else was known about them. I remember thinking to myself that she just wanted to force me to write another one of her disgusting fat acceptance pieces where I’m supposed to tell our readers that being fat is perfectly OK. Of course, I didn’t believe that, but I didn’t mind getting paid to spend a week in a beautiful paradise. I figured I would fuck around in some podunk village for a few days and then quit when I got back.

The trip involved spending nearly 10 hours in the air just to get to the island, but the tropical paradise was just as beautiful from the sky as I had imagined. As we neared the small landing strip consisting of nothing more than a barren stretch of dirt, there appeared to be little more than a few buildings on the entire land mass.

“Where’s this civilization supposed to be? All I see is a few rickety buildings and a stretch of dirt.”

The trip would’ve been brutal if it were not for Jacob, an attractive senior manager that had been tasked with accompanying me. While I would focus on interviewing the women, he was in charge of interviewing the men for their perspective. It seemed like a silly reason to send two writers for a one writer job, but I wasn't complaining. Jacob was hot, and I was going to make my moves on him while enjoying this little vacation. Too much work and no play was making me thirsty for just about any piece of ass, and my sights were set on the man in the seat beside me.

“This isn’t the place,” Jacob joked. "This was a small community founded by missionaries long ago. After years of failure, many left the island. Only a few remain now.”

An old worn-down Jeep was waiting for us when we landed, gassed up and ready to take us to the real city, a supposedly beautiful place home to only a few thousand citizens. The air on the island was unbearably hot and beyond humid, and I found myself sweating in no time as we rode through miles of twisting dirt roads, surrounded by nothing but dense green forests.

“It’s no wonder these natives don’t wear clothes, I’m burning up and all I have on is this tank top and shorts. My poor pale skin is going to get so burnt in the next few days.”

There weren’t any images of the locals online, but historical accounts from past expeditions depicted a society of caramel skinned men and women without a single shred of clothing. Having to mostly work with their hands, many of the men were tall, muscular, and chiseled, which only made it more bizarre to read about their women. Described as short, round, and lazy, the female Bellysians were described as sloth-like, devoid of any sort of desire to do anything other than lay around and eat. I spent hours searching for pictures of this place, but the locals were skeptical of modern technology and the kingdom was surrounded by several well-guarded walls. Jacob and I had been instructed to leave all electronics in town and use a notepad to write. Not even an hour had passed before my anxiety levels began to spike as I found myself constantly reaching for a phone that wasn’t there.

I remember thinking to myself as I peered into the expansive forests, how could such supposedly gorgeous men desire such grotesque butterballs? It made no sense to me. Fat women are lazy, unkempt slobs, utterly useless to a society. Why would anyone tolerate them, let alone encourage their gluttony?

When our jeep came to a stop, we found ourselves in front of a large stone gate, the beige stone walls rising more than 50 feet above the earth and mostly hidden behind a veil of thick trees, vines, and bushes. A pair of naked guards spoke to the driver while Jacob and I sat in the vehicle, and after a grueling wait, the gates opened and a group of men came out to meet us.

“Greetings, and welcome to my lovely kingdom,” the tallest of the group said as he approached. “I am King Obezos, the leader of this glorious civilization.”

I wanted to speak, but I found myself struggling to form words at the scene before me. I knew ahead of time that the locals didn’t wear clothes, but it didn’t truly hit me until I was standing only five feet away from one of the most attractive men I had ever seen. At 6’5”, the caramel-skinned male had the physique of a professional football player, the soft facial features of a movie star, and the most angelic voice I had ever heard. His hair was jet black, much like the other men in his entourage, but his eyes were a sparkling crystal blue where theirs were a plain brown.

To be blunt, I was stunned by how fucking hot he was, and even more surprised by how young he looked. Judging by his looks, this king should have only been a prince. He couldn’t have been much older than 30.

And then there was the appendage swinging between his legs, a beast of proportions I had never seen before in my life. It took all my willpower to not gawk at the sight before me, but even with my eyes looking elsewhere, my mind could think of nothing else.

“Your grace, I present to you the woman who wishes to understand your culture,” the driver said meekly with a bow.

All eyes suddenly fell upon me and I cracked a nervous smile before awkwardly bowing myself.

“My friend here spoke of your beauty, but his words truly failed to capture your heavenly features. Thank you for coming to my kingdom, I am certain you will soon fall in love with what we have to offer.”

My cheeks flushed red as the temperature of the tropical air suddenly felt fifteen degrees warmer.

“Well... I, umm,” I stammered. I had been expecting the king to be an older male and had been completely taken off guard by his looks and confident demeanor.

“Thank you,” I finally managed to say. “I’ve heard wonderful things about your home, and I look forward to seeing your kingdom’s beauty firsthand.”

We exchanged courtesies and spoke casually for a few more minutes before the king signaled to the guards on the wall. With a loud crack, kingdom gates opened once again and the king gestured to follow, but when Jacob took a step forward, the guards blocked his advancement.

“I am afraid that your friend was not part of the arrangement. I can have my friend here drive him back to his town, but we do not allow male outsiders into our land.”

Jacob gave an indignant look towards the king, trying his best to not offend him in a land where he held all the power. “I was told specifically by my manager to accompany Kelsey on this trip. This must be a mistake.”

The guards suddenly lifted their spears towards Jacob, and the anger on his face quickly faded, replaced with vivid fear.

“I am sorry, friend. It is my nation’s custom. I cannot bring you with us.”

Jacob and I exchanged a concerned look before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Kelsey, you go on ahead. I’ll go to town and get in contact with HQ and figure out what’s going on.”

My stomach was twisting in knocks. I was going in alone, into a walled country with no way of communicating with the outside world. I had no idea if I could trust these people, but I stood silent.

“Then it is settled. Come, Kelsey, a new world of unimaginable beauty awaits.”

The king’s men turned back towards the gates and I exchanged one final glance with Jacob before turning to follow.

I had no idea what I was getting into, but my life would never be the same again.