Chapter 1

Authors Note: A one-off story made possible by support from my P*a*t*r*e*o*n. Enjoy!



‘What the hell happened last night..’ Chris thought to himself the moment he awoke from his inebriated slumber.


His head pounded with a skull-cracking headache. He was hungover, no doubt a symptom of all those shots he’d taken while pregaming with his teammates. He’d went out to a club afterwards with his bros, but that’s about all he remembered. Frankly most of spring break had been like that. One party after another. It was exhausting.


Rolling over in bed to try and find a more comfortable position for his aching head, Chris suddenly realized he wasn’t alone. To his surprise, a woman was sharing his bed. Her face jogged something in his brain, because suddenly he remembered. He’d seen her at the club, lusted at her from across the dance floor, from what he remembered he’d lacked the courage to approach such a perfect specimen, but apparently all the alcohol must have forced him to ignore any fear of rejection.


With his brain slowly piecing together what must have happened last night to end up in the same bed as this golden-haired goddess, one thought remained in Chris’s mind, ‘What do I do now?’


Panicking internally, Chris knew full well this woman was physically perfect in every way, clearly out of his league. In that tight little dress, she’d had on last night, he’d been able to clearly see her tall and lean body possessed six-pack abs, a rock-solid bubble butt, alluring hips, powerful thighs, firm perky tits, and lean muscular definition all over her delightful body. In comparison, he was an average-sized baseball player with decent arms but an obvious beer belly. What if she woke up and realized she’d made a huge mistake??


Chris lifted up his arm and quickly smelled his pits. He reeked of sweat. He had to take a shower right now. He didn’t want the first thing this goddess of a girl woke up to, to be his body odor.


‘F*ck! What the hell was her name again??’ Chris fearfully wondered.


Why couldn’t he remember!? What if she woke up and didn’t tell him? Or worse yet, what if he offended her in some way by not knowing her name? It was odd, he would have bet money that he could have picked this girl’s flawless face out of a police lineup, but he couldn’t remember her name!?


“Ugh..” Chris hummed, as he rolled sloppily off the bed. He staggered himself over to the bathroom, but had to correct himself because, somehow, the bathroom was on the other side of the room now.


Sh*t.


This wasn’t his room after all.


Looking around, it soon became obvious to Chris that this didn’t even look like a hotel; this was a beach house!


Without wasting another moment, Chris stumbled into the bathroom. In doing so he attempted to throw off his boxers only to realize he was naked. Not dwelling on it, he foolishly stepped into the shower before turning the water on and shuttered at how cold it was when the water hit him. It woke him up in an instant, but the soothing warmth of the shower soon followed.


Relaxing, Chris let the stress fall off his shoulders. He tended to tense up when he was nervous. It was always a problem when he was at bat for his university’s baseball team. He let out a deep breath, as he felt his racing heart begin to calm.


The soap. He needed the soap.


Chris quickly reached for the bar of soup in the corner of the shower and began washing his armpits. His arms and shoulders were rather strong from his time spent conditioning them for baseball. Chris only wished his stomach reflected a similar level of fitness. He had a great work ethic on the field, but never the discipline to resist bar food with his friends. It showed on his gut. He had a classic college athlete beer belly. And to top it all off he was feeling bloated from everything he had to drink the night before. In fact, his stomach was feeling like trash. He was probably going to let the shower run and sit on the toilet while he waited for this stomachache to go away.


After basking in the warmth of the shower for a few more minutes, that’s exactly what Chris did. He was really banking on the fact that the girl he had been sleeping with was just as trashed as he was. Hopefully she was still asleep. Otherwise, he’d been in the bathroom a bit too long to easily explain.


Feeling better Chris wrapped himself in a towel and tried to exit the bathroom quietly enough to not wake his mystery dream girl. However, he could tell something was amiss when an appetizing scent caught his attention. It smelled like bacon.


Poking his head outside of the bathroom, Chris peered toward the bed apprehensively. It was empty.


‘Sh*t…’ Chris gulped, as he began searching the bedroom for his clothes. His t-shirt was missing and so were his boxers. Glancing down upon his bloated belly, Chris tugged the towel he’d wrapped around himself upward to cover his plushy love-handles. He wasn’t feeling very confident about his appearance, but at this point there was nothing he could do. Deciding to bite the bullet, he exited the bedroom and entered the kitchen area of this beach house.


In response, an assertive feminine voice echoed, “Hello Handsome! Breakfast is ready!”


Turning his eyes toward the alluring voice, Chris saw his dream girl seasoning scrambled eggs on the kitchen counter. Her back was to him, but it was apparent at once that she was wearing his missing t-shirt and boxers. The t-shirt looked hilariously oversized on her fit frame, but his boxers hugged her fit and curvy bottom rather well. Trying to be coy, Chris muttered, “Ha-have you seen my clothes?”


“I borrowed them.” She hummed knowingly, as she finished up at the counter and brought a big bowl of eggs and bacon to the kitchen table.


“Why?” Chris couldn’t resist asking.


“Thought it might encourage you to stay for breakfast.” The beautiful blonde explained, as she sat down and motioned for Chris to sit across from her. She was shorter than Chris remembered, but still at least an inch or two taller than he was.


She must have been wearing high heels last night. High heels were Chris’s weakness.


“Eggs and bacon?” Chris observed, while he tried to suck in his slight gut.

“And sausage. Gotta go all out for the most important meal of the day! So, are you staying?” She purred, as her eyes gazed upon Chris’ doughy midsection.


“You bet.” Chris smiled trying to sound cool. Sitting down, the old wooden chair creaked something fierce, but Chris tried to pay no mind to it. Instead, he picked up a fork and started to dig in. “Aren’t you having any?”


“No, I’m not hungry.” The dream girl smirked, as she planted her elbows on the table and rested her beautiful chin on the palm of her hands.


“But this is a lot of food.” Chris acknowledged, feeling like this girl must have thrown at least a dozen eggs in the pan and an equal amount of bacon and sausage.


“Eat as much as you want.” The lovely girl encouraged, “I’m Daisy by the way.”


“Pleased to meet you, Daisy. I’m Chris.” Chris explained, as he held out his hand and his new female friend shook it earnestly. She had a firm handshake, real firm. Even her arms were toned.


“Your momma clearly taught you manners. I like that.” Daisy seemed to blush, as Chris picked up a hint of a southern accent on this beauty.


“She did. She did. Haha...” Chris muttered feeling awkward for some reason. It was the way that Daisy was watching him eat. Her eyes seemed so… intent.


“So, last night…” Daisy began, as Chris munched on his third piece of bacon.


“I’m sorry.. I.. drank a ton.. I really don’t even remember what happened.. Please forgi..” Chris began apologizing, before Daisy cut him off.


“Woah woah woah Chris! I was gonna say last night rocked.” She explained quite appreciatively.


“Oh?” Chris hummed in relief.


“Yeah, you really blew my mind.” Daisy sheepishly grinned.


“I did?” Chris raised an eyebrow unable to understand why this beauty of a girl was so clearly fawning over him.


“You really don’t remember much of last night, do you?” Daisy questioned earnestly. In fact, she seemed almost offended.


“Yeah, I think I might have drank too much…” Chris admitted, while he gobbled down a throatful of eggs. He wasn’t trying to make a pig of himself, but the second he started eating his body felt starving, and the breakfast Daisy had cooked was quite simply perfection for healing a hangover.


“Well, after you finish your breakfast.. How about we go back to the bedroom, and I can refresh your memory?” Daisy teased with a sexy wink.


“*Cough* *cough* Yeah, that’s a great idea!” Chris nodded, nearly choking on his meal, as he tried to stand up.


“Eh-eh-eh!” Daisy quickly chastised, as she rapidly reached over the table and coaxed Chris back into his seat, “Finish that for me, will you? I don’t want any to go to waste.”


“All this?” Chris motioned to the massive amount of food in front of him in disbelief.


“Umm-hmm.” Daisy nodded whilst subtly biting her lower lip. It was quite the lusty expression.


“If I eat all this, I’m not going to be much use in the bedroom.” Chris warned unsure of this girl’s almost obsessive interest in him.


“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, you won’t have to lift a finger.” Daisy assured him, as she placed her hand gently upon his own across the table, “If I’m being honest, I have a thing for bigger guys. You’re the first one I’ve ever done it with. A big appetite is actually a big turn on for me.”


Dropping his fork, Chris blabbed in disbelief, “Are you kidding?”


“Nope.” Daisy honestly shook her head.


“So, if I make a pig of myself, that will turn you on?” Chris tried to clarify.


“Umm-hmm.” Daisy nodded, biting down on her lip again in excitement. Clearly, she’d observed that Chris hadn’t been completely put off.


Thinking to himself for a moment, Chris recalled a common expression his friend Trent loved to make: “The hotter the girl the crazier she tends to be.”


Daisy was the hottest woman Chris had ever come across, and by the sound of it she had a screw loose. While his instincts were to cut his losses and run, he couldn’t resist.


“Alright, whatever.” Chris shrugged, as he decided to dig in and eat however much was necessary to bed this beautiful crazy blonde at least one more time. After all, what was the harm in indulging this beauty’s fantasies just this once?


…

Two Years Later…

…


Dating Daisy was mostly a dream come true. The lovebirds even took the plunge and moved in together after college graduation. A lot had changed in two years. Food remained irrevocably linked to Daisy’s sex drive, but over the last year of their relationship it had also become a mainstay of their bedroom antics. Simply put, Daisy loved watching him eat, but she loved feeding him even more. It was easy to adjust to a new kink in the bedroom but adjusting to the consequences of so much unrestrained eating was more difficult for Chris.


Far from his glory days, if you want to call them that, weighing close to 220lbs when he met Daisy, Chris now weighed nearly 320lbs. The bigger he got, the more obsessive the affection he received from Daisy. It was a mixed bag, but overall, the benefits outweighed the costs. Banging Daisy every night, having her satisfy his every want and desire never got old.


Still, gaining 100lbs in two years was rather significant. At first, Chris attributed his gain to Daisy’s constant encouragement and some offseason atrophy. However, Daisy soon was clear about wanting him to grow fatter for her. Going along with her wishes, Chris quit baseball, and from then on out every month he was a little fatter than the last.


For her part, Daisy intentionally left fattening snacks within easy reach of her boyfriend 24/7. When they went out to eat, which was often, she would order him no less than three appetizers, alcohol, and entrée’s rich in carbs and calories. Dessert was something usually reserved for nighttime bedroom antics, but Daisy made sure her man enjoyed plenty of cake when they were eating out too.


On one notable night out for their second anniversary, Chris managed to stuff himself with ravioli, bread, fried rice balls, and calamari followed by a giant bowl of pasta, a slice of tiramisu, cream brûlée and chocolate cake. After eating all that, Chris was nearly immobilized. Daisy had to unbutton his pants to help relieve some of the pressure in his gut. His button-down shirt had grown so tight that there was visible tension on each button, threatening to burst off at any second, and they did after Daisy had successfully rolled him to the car and started giving him the most enthusiastic blowjob of his life.


In contrast to his crazy girlfriend, her family and friends were surprisingly normal. Around other people Daisy largely turned into a far more reserved and quiet person. When they were alone, that’s when she turned into a crazy feeder control freak. The fact that Daisy literally got off to him stuffing his face and gaining weight was a hard pill to swallow, but Daisy always found a way to make it go down smooth. Well, almost always…


“Come on, do it for me.” Daisy pleaded, as Chris dug through his drawer to model some of his bathing suits for his horny girlfriend, “You're not going to wear those baggy board shorts to my mom's pool party.”


“Yes I am! Are you serious?” Chris grunted with embarrassment. He’d already agreed to go shirtless and let his big belly hang out for all to see, but now she wanted him to wear a speedo??? It was a step too far. A little social embarrassment for Daisy’s enjoyment was one thing, but he didn’t want to humiliate himself just for the sake of getting his girlfriend’s rocks off. So, he emphasized, “I don’t want to wear nothing but a speedo in front of your family!”

“Fine. See what I care.” Daisy grunted suddenly very displeased, “Just don’t expect any sexual favors when we find ourselves alone in the hot tub after everyone goes to bed.”


Chris knew from the look on her face that she wasn’t bluffing.


“Okay, I’ll wear it.” Chris gave in immediately, unable to resist his girlfriend’s womanly wiles.


“Yay!” Daisy cheered suddenly giddy as giddy could be.


Finding the speedo Daisy had purchased for him a few weeks ago, Chris packed it along with the rest of his clothes. This was going to be a 4th of July to remember….

A few hours later, they arrived at Daisy’s parent’s house around lunch time. It was a hot day without a cloud in the sky. There was already a group of a half dozen people by the pool when they walked in. Daisy’s mom, Darlene, greeted them with a loud, “Hi Daisy! Hi Chris! Come on over!”


Daisy’s dad was standing behind her mom, without a word he simply raised a cozied beer in greeting. Chris could plainly see his big belly hanging low over his baggy swim trunks. Those were exactly the kind of swimming trunks he’d wanted to wear. Instead, he’d have to change into a speedo before getting into the pool to make Daisy happy.


Chris couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed about his predicament. The only things that made it better were the facts that he wasn’t the only overweight guy here and that he’d already met Daisy’s family last summer and they already knew he was pretty darn overweight.



“We’re gonna change first! What’s a pool party without bathing suits?” Daisy cheerfully replied, as she slapped her boyfriend’s chunky rear and nudged him toward the house.

Inside, Chris headed into the downstairs bathroom to change into his speedo, while Daisy raced upstairs to change out of her baggy sweats and into her bikini. Getting naked, Chris tried not to glance too quickly at himself in the mirror. At his elevated weight, he hardly recognized himself. Instead, he tried to focus on getting the blue and white stripped speedo on. It was a tight fit, and it didn’t take too long to get on, but Chris lingered in the bathroom until he could get over his embarrassment. Daisy loved seeing him this way, and that was all that mattered.


Upon exiting the bathroom, he heard his lover’s voice purring, “Verrrrrry nice!”


Turning to view Daisy, she looked immaculate as always. Her beautiful blonde locks of hair were thrown into a messy high bun, her smile was radiant. Her bright blue bikini matched the color of her eyes and was slightly shrouded by a see-through lace bikini cover up, but Chris could spy that his darling’s bikini top was a little too small for her ample breasts. Seeing him staring, she looked down at her deep cleavage and smiled. Her large breasts jiggled with every step, she took closer to him, and the smallest amount of excess boob kept creeping over her bikini top.


“You like what you see?” Daisy purred, as she reached her lover and bent down to whisper in his ear.


It was at this moment that Chris realized Daisy had on a pair of high-heels. She normally stood only about two inches taller than him, but in heels, it was closer to five. She knew he found her in heels irresistible. Stumbling with his words to formulate a response, Chris eventually settled on, “Of course.”


“Good, because I'll be honest with you... That tiny little speedo is driving me crazy right now. Everyone’s outside, how about you follow me to my bedroom?” Daisy grinned as she walked ahead of her slow lover and strutted like a bikini model for a moment or two.


Chris watched how Daisy’s round ass jiggled in response, her booty was barely contained by the string bottoms of her bikini. She looked irresistibly sexy, but Chris never remembered Daisy’s bottom having that much jiggle to it before or her hips having quite that much sway to them. Waddling in her wake, Chris did his best to keep up with his curvy lover.


Once they reached her room, the clothes came off and the sex started earnestly. Daisy sat him against the bed, pushed him over on his back, and went down on him to quickly get him moist and hard. Once that mission had been accomplished, she stood up, turned around, and sat her booty right down upon his crotch. Teasing him with a little lap dance before ridding him reverse cowgirl style, Chris could tell that Daisy felt a little heavier than he remembered.


Had he been blinded by love goggles or had Daisy put on a bit of love chub these last few months??