Chapter 1

Yoav lived a quiet life in a small town. He had always been incredibly thin, to the point where he sometimes joked that he didn’t need any extra weight to feel good about himself. His body was slim, almost frail, and he often felt that the women around him saw him as lacking something—something that wasn’t attractive or inviting. He had trouble connecting with women, mostly because he didn’t feel confident in his appearance.

One summer day, everything changed when he met Miriam. She was young, beautiful, and full of life, radiating confidence wherever she went. But what drew Yoav to her the most was something unique—she had a deep love for fat men. She often talked about how she found bigger men attractive, how she loved their roundness and softness, and how she believed that was the ideal form of masculinity.

It wasn’t long before she asked him directly, "Don’t you think it would be interesting if you were fat? It would give you something new, something better."

At first, Yoav didn’t know how to respond. But there was something in the way she spoke, something sincere. She truly wanted to see him transform.

And so, she decided to help him. She constantly offered him food—heavy meals, rich dishes, endless sweets. At first, he hesitated, but he eventually gave in. It was just a little more food, just a few more bites.

The process started slowly. At first, he barely noticed any changes. But as the days passed, he could feel his body beginning to soften. His stomach, once flat, now had a noticeable curve. His thighs grew thicker, his waist wider…

Miriam was delighted. She constantly encouraged him, feeding him more, making sure he never went hungry. His body continued to change—his arms thickened, his belly expanded further, and his movements became heavier.

Soon, his clothes no longer fit. His old t-shirts were stretched to their limits, his jeans refused to close around his growing waist. He switched to larger, looser clothes, but even those became snug over time.

"You're perfect," Miriam whispered, her hands caressing his round belly.

Every day, his routine was the same: eating, resting, eating again. Walking even short distances made him breathless. He felt heavier, slower, but also strangely content.

One evening, after another massive meal, Yoav tried to get up from the couch. But he hesitated.

It was difficult. It wasn’t just the weight—it was something else. His body had reached a point where even basic movement was a struggle.

Miriam watched him, her smile widening. She approached him, gently supporting him, whispering, "You’re perfect."

He looked at her, realizing that there was no turning back. His body now belonged to her vision.