chapter 1

Ellie Skinner was never a skinny girl not even back when she was a kid. Naturally thick and chunky, in high school, she wasn't fat, but she was definitely one to be described as a "big girl" by the boys. Ellie didn't care though, she quickly found out in college that lots of the boys liked bigger girls.

Ellie also discovered her party gene, focusing more on her after hour activities than on her studies. As a result, Ellie's weight went up while her grades simultaneously took a sharp dive downward. The freshman 15 quickly morphed into the freshman 50.
By the time her freshman year was completed, the once "thin fat" Ellie blossomed from a mere 160lbs to over 210lbs.

A slow learner, Ellie kept up the same bad habits for the next two years. She couldn't have cared less about her classes. Constantly on academic probation, Ellie spent the overwhelming majority of her time partying, eating, and fucking, when she should have been studying.

By the time Ellie eventually failed out in her Junior year, she'd ballooned to a little over 300lbs. Fat, young, and with only a rudimentary education, Ellie's prospects seemed pretty bleak.

Her parents were pissed off that she'd blown her academic scholarships, partying away her future. She knew she could always return home. Her parents would never turn her away, but Ellie also didn't want to be read the riot act over and over again either.

With only the clothes on her chubby body and a small duffle bag full of some clothes, personal items, and makeup, Ellie scrolled through her contacts, searching for an old boyfriend with whom she could crash, at least for a few days.

To her chagrin, as she went through the names, Ellie sadly slashed away each successful candidate. Either they had been ***s, or she was. Either way, each contact and each relationship proved to be beyond repair. Ellie was about to give up when she looked down at the last name in her contact list, "Zanetti".

Then she remembered, her was cute Italian boy that she'd flirted with several times at various different parties. They'd never actually went out or anything, but Ellie remembered feeling an instant connection between them two. She also recalled that the chubby Italian student was constantly checking her out, and not just her knockers like most of the boys. No, if Ellie was right, he was constantly ogling her thick and creamy belly as well as her meaty thighs.

"Oh, what the hell", said Ellie, punching in her number.

"Ciao, Ellie", greeted Francisco through a pretty heavy Italian accent.

Ellie then told him her harrowing story and asked Francisco if she could stay with him a few days. "I'll pay you rent, no problem", said Ellie trying desperately to sell her case.

"Nessun problema. Come on over. Here, I'll send you the directions. You don't need to pay me. I'm sure we can work something out, right?"

"Sure!", said Ellie estatctly, "Whatever you want, no problem. Thanks, I'll be right over", she finished and hung up the line.