chapter 1 - the journey begins

You ever get faced with a decision and have no idea what to do? Like I’m talking about a big decision. One that will change who you are and what you will be. And a decision you can’t go back on. You know one choice is wrong, truly terrible, but it’s the one you want deep down. No point denying it, it's what you want. So, the choice is not between two perfectly valid choices, both of which have rational reasoning behind them. No, not at all, and you know this. It is a choice between the good and bad, reason and madness, logic, and lust. And we humans are driven undoubtedly, undeniably, towards the latter. I am no different.

My name is Freja Dawn. I often get told it’s a pretty name, especially the Dawn part. But it's funny, don’t you think? No, you always said it was beautiful and I’d blush and say thank you. Interestingly Freja comes from the Norse god Freyja, the goddess of beauty, yes, but also of love, fertility, sex, and war. And doesn’t that just sum me up to a tee? Well, all except the war part, still figuring that one out. From maybe when I was 18, I had many romantic relationships. To be honest, looking back, romantic is a generous word. ‘Friends with benefits’ or ‘fuck buddies’ might be more accurate. I loved sex. It was so freeing to explore the pleasures of the body. It helped that I was bi too, the possibilities were endless. I have many fond memories of these little relationships, but I know that time of my life is over.

It never helped that I am a total bombshell. I try to be humble, I really do, but to understand what’s going on, you have to know all the facts. I am now 21, and as sexy as ever. I am about 5’7'' thanks to my long legs. My face is like a painting, smooth creamy skin with delicate features that have only ever received careful attention. My teeth are crystal white – I’ve been told my smile has caused guys to fall in love with me in an instant. And my eyes… oh my eyes. I spent a lot of time just looking in the mirror getting lost in those deep blue eyes. I can’t imagine how they look from your perspective. My jawline is soft and there are cute little simples in my cheeks.

Though, what really grabs people’s attention are my womanly features. My stomach is flat like a board with a slight hint of definition. My thighs are thick but also athletic with muscle. My breasts are what many consider to be the perfect size. They protrude from my chest like two proud mountains, making themselves known to the world. Perky and round, they certainly are a handful at a C cup. I often wear low cut tops to really show off some glorious cleavage. I know you like it; you’ve told me often.

But your favorite feature is my big, juicy ass. Every time I step, a ripple goes through it, like a wave finding its way in the ocean. My butt is disproportionately big compared to the rest of my body. Any shorts I wear struggle to contain it. It’s usually sucked up by my butt, with my ass cheeks peeking out below and my crack visible from above.

My mom tried to make me a model, but I always lacked motivation for it. For some reason, whenever I saw those skinny women up there, I just knew that wasn’t something I wanted to be. Instead, I pursued a high-paying degree, got through college, and now here I am as a secretary for some big businessman at Disney. Though I can’t say too much, confidential and all that.

I gotta say, work life isn’t a lot of fun. Working 9 to 5 everyday, calling stakeholders, scheduling meetings, documenting files, getting hit on by my boss – it all gets pretty dreary. After I fucked my boss once for a healthy bonus (what? I never said he wasn’t attractive), I decided that what I needed was a social life away from work, more specifically, a romantic life.

I tried the dating apps and was like, whatever. Everyone seemed to like me but peoples’ talk was so bad. One guy apparently thought he was a genius when he said, “It’s a shame the sun goes up at dawn, because all I wanna do is see you go down on me.” I don’t recall rolling my eyes as much in my entire life.

I did meet a couple of guys through this and one even made a second date, but it was never real. I never felt excitement nor affection at one of these dates. Now, it wasn’t because they only wanted a piece of my ass, because I wouldn’t blame them. I had sex with several of them, one girl I even rolled in bed with over two weeks. There was just something wrong. Like there was something I wanted that they couldn’t give, but I don’t know what that is.

Then I met you.

I was just at the bar, enjoying a drink after a long day at work, when I saw you across the table. You seemed alone, no one keeping you company. A drink was also in your hand, but it looked a bit stronger than mine. I looked at you, curious of your history and who you were, when you looked up and our eyes met. For what seemed like beautiful eternity, our eyes were fixated, but then your eyes shifted down examining the rest of my body.

I was wearing a tight red crisscross dress. My boobs were bountiful, and a welcoming gift of underboob presenting itself towards your gaze. You seemed to skim right over my stomach, and then stared a while at my ass, evidently blown back by its massive size. I just smiled. For some reason, it felt normal for you to look at me in such a way. It felt familiar. It felt natural.

One thing led to the next and I was in your bed. You liked to take control, squishing your face between my breasts as you furiously rammed your cock into my vagina. You were fucking good (literally and metaphorically). And you were so assertive, so dominant. You ordered me to turn over and I happily obeyed as you began to play with my full butt. God, I was in pure ecstasy. My boobs jumping all over the place as my ass jiggled as you slapped it. I shouted, urging you to keep going, and you did. Your stamina was commendable, you outlasted me for sure. I climaxed relatively quickly, as I moaned in pleasure. You fucked me a bit longer but then finally blew your load over my tits. You then lay there next to me with your eyes closed, listening to my heavy panting.

After a while, you got up, leaving me to wonder what your destination was. Soon after, you returned with an entire box of donuts. You smiled down at me assertively and asked, “hungry?”

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The story become interactive in chapter 3. Choose how I will gain weight and how big I will get!