Chapter 1 - Introduction

Allow me to introduce myself, I'm a woman of wealth and taste.

My name is nor important nor known to many, my artistic name is Kiki, I'm a model, a weightlifter, and a body builder.

Also a personal trainer.

Gym is my life, my art, my passion. But I hide a dark, secret desire.

I like contrast, domination, impose my intimidating physique to weaker boys is one of my secret hobbies and kink.

My body is beautiful, sculpted chiseled muscles, an imposing stature, wide hips and plump lips.

I like to keep my long hair in a pony tail and wear sport clothing.

My six pack shows in my tiny crop top. Women envy my desirable body, men drool over me. I'm unreachable, I know I'm above this simple tubby men.

I'm a goddess on earth, a mean, lean, fighting machine.

In the gym circuit, everybody knows my name. Kiki is the best. I'M THE BEST. And I'm a beast. Empowered and smart.

I was doing my gym routine when I saw him.

A glimpse.

A sweaty belly in a too tight clothes, trying to lift some weights.

He was cute.

Plump butt, thigh belly and potential to be my next project.

I grin to him, I even wink. I see how he lowers his gaze. Hes intimidated. Good boy...

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I had to invite him, he's so shy. Here we are at the coffee shop. His wide hips engulfing the tiny chair. I bring him a couple cupcakes and a milkshake. He jokes he should not eat like this, he's trying to lose weight.

- I can help you with your weight, I say, while flexing my toned bicep slowly, just to make a point.

The conversation goes great. We kiss under the cold rain. I'm so wet, and is not just the rain.

We go home. I wanna ride this fat boy. I do all the work, he's so lazy, must be above 250 pounds of jiggly lard. His frame his short and wide. The perfect fat boy.

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I twist his nipple. He moans, and drools. A little burp escapes. He turns his head, his belly doesn't want more. Doesn't matter. I want more, his desire is meaningless. I put the funnel and start dropping more milkshake. His eyes meet mine, with terror. But hes getting hard again. The fat bastard is enjoying this.

- You like this, don't you?

He denies it frenetically, terror gaze and moving his head side to side as much as he can.

Hes lying. I know he likes it, I pour more. He sweats, burps, tries to get out of the ropes, but is useless. Hes too weak and full to resist an amazon like myself.

- Have some more, fat boy. You look undernourished.

I lie, his massive belly towers over him. Looks tight as a drum, shiny and round, a perfect orb full of gainer shake.

I'm converting him into a storage tank of lard, always full, always round, just digesting more and more calories into a massive hog. I want him immobile, round, full, helpless. My plaything. My obese pet toy.

Hes full. Hes done for tonight. I let him sleep. I can hear his stomach digesting all that food into luscious fatness. Sleep well my piggy, tomorrow we start again.