Chapter 1

There weren't many places where someone could get a home cooked meal, a strong ass drink, and the opportunity to wine and grind with the finest Georgia had to offer to the best 2000's R&B hits. But, Check's was that place. The perfect place for Trina to let loose. With all her ass and chest? She had to. She worked all week in an office, caging herself to fit into corporate America. But she didn't fit a lot of molds. Couldn't even fit in the straight size section. She was proud to be voluptuous and considered all the weight on her body to be a direct product of love. A small belly sat nestled in her body con dress that gave all her curves a highlight. She would never hold herself back from joy because of calories, and it showed. Truly, she couldn't help herself around good food, and refused to stop making it or seeking it out. Part of her issue was one she didn't tell people freely.

It made her feel hot as hell to think about feeding and caring for a man until he got big big. She didn't think it was even worth speaking out into the world, because where on the planet would she find a man to do that to? It seemed to be a phenomenon that just happened to other people, but it wasn't something on purpose. She always battled with whether when it was on purpose, was that when it was not okay? And who got to decide that? There were plenty of fat people in her family. In fact, you were 100 times more likely to be skinny shamed at the cook out than anything else. How you gonna call someone fat, when your mom and grandma over there looking big? You don't. That's how.

Personally, since she could ever remember her grandma was always sitting in a chair in a tight sundress. The biggest woman she had ever seen was one of her closest loved ones. She had never seen her walk regular her whole life. It was more normal to be fat in her family than to be anything else. One of the rules? Offer a plate when someone tells you something troubling. Double check that everyone ate. And above all, be sure to make a plate to take home, but don't take that catfish. Uncle Sly never played when it came to his fish. All her best memories were wrapped in food.

In reality, she thought fattening up a guy was doing a favor for him. Helping him be the perfect guy, who gives superior hugs by default. She of course had dated many guys, but everytime, they ended up getting thick and complaining about it. She'd walk right away. Like her work was worthless to them. It was hard to find a good guy, and for her taste a perfect guy was nearly impossible. She was loving herself tons, but was growing tired of not having a man to share all her love with. Her kitchen longed for it too. Her passion for cooking elaborate dishes was fading without a place to stuff it. Now, she had not expected Check's to be the spot for the man to fill that opening, but it turned out that there was no spot like it when it came to mythical combinations. Now featuring "Men of your Dreams". Put it on the flyer.

She grabbed a waiter's arms with such a grip as he tried to slip past, leaving the man nearly trembling. He was decently tall, even if Trina was sitting on the couch in the club, she could tell. Dressed in all black with a little bubble butt poking out the back of his pants. Even if her fat perception senses were tingling, she wanted only one thing from him.


"Hey, I didn't get my pulled pork and mac pretzel sandwich." They had a quick back and forth, as the jams were bumping pretty loud. What was he saying exactly? She didn't know. But she was clear. Sand. Which. She had waited a while and was nervous that she wouldn't have it to offer a guy should they attempt to slink by. There was even a rush in getting denied by a guy, because then her mind raced to all the kinky shit they were missing out on. But if the waiter didn't bring her meal, she had no bait for her fantasy, even if it was ridiculous. She was grown and could waste her weekend night pretending she'd snag a thick boy in a feedist fiction way. And she would pay for the booth and bottle service for herself anyway. She never wanted to feel predatory, but found herself running away from it always. As of late, the chase was in her deep and she was ready to catch a bear in the honey pot.

Simon was panicked. He walked nervously to the kitchen's large window. He spotted a visibly seasoned waitress and shuffled up to her. "Excuse me, but there's a customer in the lounge waiting on a pork and mac pretzel. I think she's really mad?" He hardly knew what he was doing and the annoyed expression on the waitresses face made him shrink further. He could now see strands of her hair stuck to her forehead. He should have bothered someone else.

"Here." She shoved a black tray with two of the order and a chocolate cake slice into his chest, his sternum only protected by the soft layer of fat that had started collecting on his chest. He didn't need to think about that, while on a side quest though. He looked at the woman confused. "You said she was pissed off, right?"

"Right, sorry." Simon didn't have the chance to thank her for her help, or to ask where to bring the tray back to, because she was gone before he could open his eyes from blinking. He at least knew exactly where the woman had been sitting. The jolt he received from her grasp was a feeling he couldn't forget. When he looked down at her, he could feel himself sucked into her eyes. A brown so deep he almost fell in. He wanted to cater to the woman, for no reason beyond the fact that she was beautiful and assertive, therefore super hot. Of course, ignoring the fact she grabbed him and demanded he do it, despite failing to explain himself. He didn't know what a guy like him could do to pull her interest, and he figured fulfilling her request above and beyond might help.

He didn't know what to say when he walked up to her, so he just stood there and waited for her to look up. She looked at him a little funny when she discovered him standing there. Her eyebrows moved in a way that sent knives into his self consciousness and excited him. Maybe it was just proof she was looking at him. "Thank you," she said, slowly, like it was a prompt. He put the tray down on the low table and looked at the sandwiches he had been babysitting for the past couple minutes and let the pang of not eating them dissipate. "Oh Lord. they need to get you a little pin that says 'in training'. First day, baby?"

Simon cleared his throat, trying to project over the music while seeming cool and chill still. He just felt like he hacked up a lung to be not heard. He finally sat down next to her after repeating himself three times. "I don't work here."

Trina stared back at him, like he had to be joking. "But you went and got the food." He shrugged at her.

"I'd do anything for a pretty girl." Trina couldn't help being impressed. She did like to have that level of attention and control. She introduced herself, and in his hand shake she finally could actively detect the extra heft he was carrying under his larger polo shirt. She wasn't so good at hiding the blaze behind her eyes when she saw a man with some weight to him, but if a guy didn't know that was what it was, it always seemed to read as scrutinizing. In some ways yes. But in the best of ways. She caught Simon receiving it the wrong way, but figured there was nothing to lose in shooting her shot. She had already seen the worst. Walked out on by insecure fat boys. Sworn at. Reported to management for harassment. That guy was a self conscious nut, but so handsomely fat. She was having a hard time finding a guy who didn't hate her guts for liking his own. She was trying to really focus on finding a too willing participant in her activities. She didn't want to be assumptive, but something in Simon said he would grow at will for her after their brief meeting. She couldn't stop herself from chasing that feeling. It was making her sweat. It was the look in his eye as he respectfully looked into her eyes, but desperately flicking to the food he'd delivered.

"Anything, you say?" She wished she could report that she gave a long dramatic pause, but she could pause only long enough to swallow. "I can't eat it all. Maybe," she said, pausing only long enough to notice his eyes transfixed on the tray, "you could do it."

"You mean help?" he said, already drooling at the potential to have even a bite. He was so greedy when it came to food. He was mildly embarrassed to hold the evidence on his body, and so much on his ass and thighs to boot. However great the discomfort in shopping for one pair of decent pants could be, he still liked stuffing his face more. And if there were even times that he didn't like it as much, he couldn't help it.

Those in his circle watched on, eerily silent, as he slowly puffed up over the years while attempting to mask his gains with bigger darker clothes. It was typically colder where he had lived and the layers helped too. He hoped. He had sort of a reputation to be a ravenous pit back home. Garbage disposal. All of them. The positive to that was people tended to lean into the bit and offer him their food. At a hang out with some of his friends, he hadn't been sure if they were doing it to test him, but in the end he was sure he had won.

Trina cleared her throat, and when Simon focused on her, she was giving a sharp look that made him freeze. He didn't want to mess it up before he could even try. He didn't have the best finesse when it came to flirting. "Did I ask you to help me?" He felt a flirty tinge to her words, but was nervous nonetheless.

"What are you asking me to do?"

Trina smiled at him. She could practically hear him begging her for it. "Eat it all for me, Simon." Saying it out loud and proud was so thrilling to her, and his reception of her words was all too perfect. He grabbed at a sandwich and started devouring it, simultaneously taking time to appreciate it, which Trina always liked in a big boy. Especially if she was going to cook for someone, she had no interest in a guy without joy for food and flavor. Sure there were people who ate just to gain, but it was more than that for her. She wanted to make Simon so much fatter, part because he was really not pushing anything too major, but also she wanted him to need it as much as her. She needed him so much fatter that people would be confronted head on with the results of her presence every time they laid eyes on him. Her love, equated to a thick layer of blubber. And she had a lot of love to give.

"How did you know?" Simon asked, attempting casual, but coming off self-conscious.

"You almost ate my plate with your thoughts. It wasn't hard to notice. You got the munchies real bad. And I bet you don't even smoke." She was already cackling, correctly assuming the truth. "Also up close, it's easier to tell how chunky you are." He blushed and smiled at her.

"I take it that's something you like?" She nodded. He knew better than to assume it was okay to say he liked the same, but would let his body language tell her how he felt about the weight she was carrying at every corner in need of comfort.

"But I couldn't be satisfied for long with this little build you got." His body hummed from the scrutiny. He had definitely been told he was too fat for some girls and he understood that, but it felt completely different to be too skinny. He could fix that for her, with the lightest of pushes.

It was honestly suspiciously too good of a deal, and Simon wasn't the kind of guy who had those kinds of moments falling into his lap. He would take the gamble of it all being a mean prank, because there was room in his kink for that to be enjoyable too. He took a break from chewing desperately, and gave her his eyes. "You're crazy, aren't you?" He smiled shyly and took another huge hunk out of the sandwich.

"We'll have to see about that. You just might be yourself, to be stuffing yourself in a club at a strangers request."

"You are a smoking hot stranger Trina. I couldn't say no." She felt her face go warm, more thankful than ever that she wasn't one to blush out loud.

"It's more than that. Plenty of guys have said no," she said, trialing off a bit. Simon looked at her, detecting her hurt and the non-existent wall of his she was testing. As a 'nice guy', he hoped, he always tried to be perceptive of the women around him. He saw a beautiful woman in need and the ever growing pit that had developed in his stomach answered the call. Perhaps a different pull in his pants helped too.

"I could be plenty of guy in no time. If that's what you want." He continued to cram the food into his mouth, completely ignoring any of the other patrons of the club, besides Trina. She was easy to look at. Gorgeous brown skin that warmed him on sight. She possessed the curves he'd dreamed of since his youth. No woman had proportions like her, yet there she was. And above all, her confidence was pouring off of her. Simon could kill for an ounce. He'd do better than that. He'd gain thousands of ounces for her.

"It's exactly what I want. Huge guys with appetites, tits and asses to match." He stuffed his mouth again, running from her eyes.

She was beside herself. Truly. Simon's freckled cheeks stretched out and on a mission. It was too loud to really carry a conversation, but she still felt like they were communicating. It wasn't echolocation or sonar, but something similar. The unspoken language their community could only understand. Even if he came off very timid and shy, Trina suspected he was more seasoned than she initially thought. On sight, he was looking very fresh out the box. But, She had no doubts he was going to finish the second sandwich faster than the first. She was hot as fck for it. She wasn't sure if reaching out and rubbing his belly would be alright with him, but she was confident she needed it to release the building pressure in her brain. The curiosity of it all was getting to her. Not to mention her desperate need to be on the ground and in the field.

"Go on," she could hear from outside her tunnel vision. She had a split second where she was worried it was perhaps a lyric in the song pumping out the speakers and not Simon inviting her to reach out and grab him. The way he was sitting made his belly area look like it could either be the billowy nature of poorly fitting clothes or a sizable ball of thick boy dough. She very quickly found it to be the latter.

"I apologize for minimizing your progress. This is like getting a puppy already everything trained. You get this fluffy on your own Simon?" She leaned in closer to him, maybe attempting some semblance of privacy. Was it also hiding? Whatever. She didn't need the whole world knowing her business. Just one hot stranger.

"Lots of help along the way. But it was mostly me."

"So, you came out here looking for what?" She was more than grateful, but found the fact that she got exactly what she had hoped for when going out that night wild. She couldn't imagine it was Simon's mission when he laced up his shoes on stepped out club bound.

"Just wanted to try my hand at club life. Is it always like this around here?" He had done a work transfer to Georgia and hadn't done much of anything besides setting up the house he was renting and eating truck loads of food. Instantaneously. Any influence his family's glances had on him keeping his hunger and cravings at bay were null and void. If Trina was into him gorging himself and the impact that would have on his gut, that was all he could ask for. The exact level of understanding he needed.

"Oh Simon," Trina said. She jostled his side roll, fingers pressing against his hips that slouched out onto the seat of the booth. "It is now. Promise you that."