chapter 1 - him

**** More chapters to come****




It had never been difficult for me to get a guy. All I had to do was put my mind to it and my body would do the rest. They were suckers I could see from a mile away, unable to resist the girl next door image I used to bring them to their knees.

I had all the bits to make an average guy drool: long blonde hair that curled a little and fell to just cover my pink nipples, perky D cup tits, classic hourglass figure and a face that was sweet and unassuming. My look begged any guy to find the wild, naughty girl underneath that would fuck them like no one else.

My first fat victim I will always remember, Jarred. He was the perfect target and made my mouth water before I even got my claws into him. He was big, muscled all over with a decent layer of fat on him that gave him that look like he definitely worked out, but if he gave in to his hunger he would be a big boy indeed.

I wanted him so bad from the start it almost hurt. I would spend hours daydreaming about what he could become and how big I would make him. I had to have him, I needed him and he didn’t know it yet but he would need and want me all day, every day soon enough.

By the end of our relationship, he was twice as big as when he met me. His chest was flabby and sagged to the side of his gigantic belly that was incredibly firm and round, jutting out in front of him like a pregnant woman ready to pop. With all the extra fat my encouraging and cooking had accumulated on him in the 18 months we were together, he went from gym junkie to sloth who struggled to bend over and put his socks on due to his gigantic gut getting in the way.

Love handles protruded from his sides and spilled over his work pants. Every time he walked by me in the kitchen I pinched his juicy fat folds between my fingers and slapped his piggy ass. Before he got fat, Jarred loved to go down to the river in his Speedos and enjoy the sun. Now I doubt he could get one chunky thigh into his old swimming costume. The last time he wore them was in front of our full-length bedroom mirror before summer started last year. He had a bubble butt that spilled out from the material and jiggled every time he turned to look at himself in all his chubbed-up glory.

The relationship didn’t last, unfortunately. I became unsatisfied and restless and he began to feel uncomfortable in his new, fat body. But our time together was absolute heaven.