Chapter 1

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Elena adjusted her sleek black dress in the hotel lobby mirror where the upscale Italian restaurant was, her heart fluttering with a mix of nerves and secret excitement. Mutual friends had sworn up and down that Marcus was “exactly her type”—tall, kind, with a presence that filled a room. She hadn’t pressed for details, but the way they smirked made her wonder. At 5’7” with curves in all the right places—full breasts accentuating her slim frame—she carried herself with elegant poise. But deep down, she harbored a fantasy she’d never voiced to anyone: the allure of a truly big man, soft and immense, someone she could lavish with attention in ways that made her pulse race.

Across the dining area, Marcus shifted in the booth, the seat creaking under his 300+ pound frame. He was sturdy, broad-shouldered, with a plush belly that strained against his button-up shirt, hinting at the soft, body beneath. Actively gaining by design—his ravenous appetite a deliberate indulgence—he felt a shy twinge about it all, yet the arousal from his growing size kept him resolute.

Tonight, he’d try to restrain himself, order light, play it cool. No one needed to know his secrets. Their eyes met as she approached, and he stood with some difficulty—politely, if a bit awkwardly—to greet her. “Elena? Hi, I’m Marcus. Our friends weren’t kidding—you look stunning.” His voice was warm, a deep rumble that matched his size, but there was a shy hesitation in his smile. She blushed, taking in his thickness up close—the way his shirt hugged his plush midsection, his arms thick and strong. “Marcus, pleasure to meet you. And thank you. You… you’re even more impressive in person than they described.”

She slid into the booth, her slim form a stark contrast to his expansive one. They ordered drinks—wine for her, a craft beer for him. Small talk flowed: jobs, hobbies, likes, dislikes. But as the menus arrived, the air thickened. “I’m starving,” Marcus admitted with a guilty chuckle, his hand unconsciously rubbing his belly. “But I’ll try to behave. Maybe just the pasta for me?”

Elena tilted her head, her eyes lingering on his hand’s movement. “Behave? Why hold back? This place is known for their portions. Go for what you want—I won’t judge.”

“Yeah, well, I have a… healthy appetite. Friends say it’s part of my charm.” He scanned the menu again, tempted by the family-style platters. “Charm?” She leaned in, her full breasts brushing the table edge. “I like a man who enjoys himself. Order the carbonara—it’s rich, indulgent and add the meatballs. Live a little.” Marcus felt a stir—her encouragement was subtle, but it tugged at his resolve. “You twisted my arm. Carbonara it is, with extra cheese. And maybe some bread to start?”

Which arrived warm and buttery. He tore into one, then another, his bites hearty. Elena watched, sipping her wine, her foot accidentally brushing his under the table. “You weren’t kidding about that appetite. It’s refreshing—most guys pick at salads on dates.” He paused mid-bite, cheeks flushing. “Guilty as charged. I try to rein it in sometimes, but… food’s my weakness. Makes me feel… alive.” His voice dropped, shy about the implication.

She bit her lip, her secret fantasy bubbling up. “Tell me more. I mean, there’s something sexy about a man who doesn’t hold back. Confidence in indulgence.” Breaking her train of thought heir mains arrived—his plate piled high, hers a modest salad with grilled chicken. But as he dug in, sauce dripping, he let out a contented sigh. “This is heaven. Sorry if I’m… enthusiastic.”

“Don’t apologize,” Elena said, her voice huskier. She reached across, wiping a smudge of sauce from his chin with her napkin, her fingers lingering. She blushed, “It’s turning me on, actually. Watching you enjoy it like that.” Marcus froze, fork halfway to his mouth. He felt warmer under her gaze. “Turning you on? Really? I mean, I’m not exactly… svelte.” She laughed, her eyes sparkled with heat. “Svelte is overrated. You’re… substantial, soft in all the right areas. Our friends said you’re my type, but they didn’t know how right they were. I’ve always wondered what it would be like being with someone like you—big, unapologetic.”

His shyness cracked. His arousal from his size, his gaining, surged. “Wondered? Like… fantasized?” Stunned he set down his fork, leaning forward, his thick frame dominating the booth. Elena’s breath quickened. “Yes. I know this is very forward of me but it seems we’ve known each other for years. Privately, I’m dying to see a man like you naked. To feed you until you’re stuffed, distended, and then explore every inch.” The words hung there, explosive, his mind blown. She watched for his reaction…she thought nothing ventured, nothing gained except this magnificent man.

Marcus’s eyes widened as her words sunk in, then darkened with desire. “God, Elena. I confess I’ve been gaining on purpose—love how it feels, how massive I gotten. But I’m shy about admitting it. If you’re into that… I fail at restraining myself all the time. Especially if encouraged.”

She grinned, her elegance giving way to mischief. “Then let’s not restrain. Dessert menu? Or better—my place is nearby. I have a kitchen stocked for… indulgence.” He nodded, ravenous now in more ways than one. “Lead the way.”

At her apartment, sleek and modern, Elena wasted no time. She pulled out leftovers, snacks—cheeses, pastries, a gallon of ice cream from the freezer. “Sit,” she commanded playfully, patting the couch. “Let me spoil you.” Marcus settled, his plush body sinking in, shirt untucked to reveal the soft swell of his belly. “You’re serious? This is… hot. But I might not stop once I start.” “That’s the point.” She handed him a succulent treat, watching him devour it. “Eat for me. Let me see that belly grow.”

He groaned in pleasure, bites coming faster. “Tease me, then. Tell me what you like about it.” She straddled his lap carefully, her slim form against his thickness, hands tracing his soft chest—almost feminine in its plushness. “Your man breasts here? So full, sensitive.” She squeezed gently, eliciting a moan. “And this belly—magnificent, but I’d like it bigger, distended from me feeding you.”

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll balloon right here in your hands,” he panted, finishing another piece. She continued to feed him, her fingers lingering on his lips. “More, he whispered softly burping. Encourage me—I’m weak for it.”

“You’re not weak—you’re powerful.” She unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his softly rounded body, thick and plush all over. Her hands roamed his belly, kneading the fat, fingers teasing his deep navel. “Gorge yourself. For me.” He obeyed, eating ravenously—pastries, cheese, until his belly was clearly distended, round and taut under the plushness. “Feels so good… aroused as hell. Touch me more.”

Elena explored, her full breasts pressing against him as she kissed his neck. “Your body’s a dream—soft, inviting. I could play with these all night.” She teased his nipples, making him arch.

“Tease away,” he growled, pulling her closer. “But now I need you. All of you.” They tumbled in to the bedroom, clothes shedded. Naked, the contrast was intoxicating—her elegant slimness against his immense, soft form. She pushed him onto the bed, his distended belly rising like a plush mountain.

“Look at you,” she whispered, straddling him again, hands worshipping his belly. “Stuffed, so massive.” He pulled her down, his strong arms enveloping her.

“And you’re perfect—elegant, obviously mad for this. Make love to me while you play with my fat.” Their bodies intertwined sensually, slow at first. She rode him, hands never leaving his belly—kneading, slapping, lightly squeezing then lifting the soft overhang. “Feel that? How full you are because of me.”

“Yes… God, yes. Your hands on my belly, you make me feel every pound.” His voice was husky, arousal peaking from the play. She obliged, her movements building—teasing his sensitive chest, tracing the curves that almost mirrored her own full breasts. “You’re so soft, like a teddy bear I want to hug forever”

He thrust up, sturdy frame responding, their rhythm explosive yet tender. Kisses trailed his belly, her tongue dipping into folds. “This is gorgeous… keep gaining for me. Promise?”

“Only if you keep encouraging,” he moaned, deep inside her, hands on her hips. “This is heaven—your body on mine, exploring me like this.”

Climax built, then waves of pleasure crashing. She collapsed onto his plush chest, fingers still teasing. “That was… everything I’ve fantasized.”

“And more,” he whispered, holding her close. “Round two? With more food?”

She laughed, nuzzling his belly.

“Absolutely. We’re just getting started.”