chapter 1

Darren was nervous as he walked down the long corridor toward her doorway. Pausing for a moment, he looked at her photo in his phone one more time before ringing the bell. When he finally rang it and she came to the door, he was pleasantly surprised to see that she was just as pretty as she was in her photo — and a whole lot fatter!

“Hi — Kelley?” he spoke awkwardly.

“You must be Darren,” she said cordially, reaching out to give him a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you, thanks for picking me up.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Darren responded. “Are you all ready to go?”

“Just about,” she answered. “I just need a minute to finish doing my make up. Come in and have a seat.”

Stepping to the side, Kelley gestured toward a sofa in her living area just inside the door. Darren quietly slipped inside and took a seat as the young woman excused herself from the room.

“You look just as pretty as you do in your picture,” he said, seeming to be unsure of what else to say. “Even prettier!”

“Aww, you’re so sweet,” he heard her voice coming from the other room. “You’re a real cutie yourself!”

As the young man sat there waiting with his palms pressed tightly against one another, twiddling his thumbs nervously, he felt a stirring inside of him — a building excitement. She was gorgeous, everything he ever dreamed of. Long dark hair, big pretty brown eyes, a warm smile sandwiched between two full and rosy cheeks; her face was like something out of a dream.

Her body was what had him mesmerized though. All those curves, all those rolls — so plump and round. She was of a medium hight, maybe around 5’6” give or take an inch. He had to figure she must have weighed in at at least 350 lbs, or maybe more. Whatever the case, she was gorgeous and she was huge!

“There,” she said, emerging from whence she came. “How do I look?”

“Beautiful,” the gentleman answered. “Simply stunning!”

She quickly turned and gave a playful little pose, sticking her massive ass way out and wiggling it side to side, and making a cute kissy-face with her cherry-red lips. It was an unusually warm evening in early spring, and she wore a tight and revealing outfit that really showed off her plumpness and her lightly-tanned skin.

“Come on, let’s go,” she said, grabbing her purse from a small table in the corner of the room. Darren got up from the couch and followed her back towards the door, and then they were off — leaving for their first date.

The two of them met online several weeks prior, and had only exchanged a small handful of photos and messages with one another before deciding to meet in person. They were both a bit nervous, but excited as well.

“Hey, let me ask you something,” the woman said as she closed and locked the door behind her. “Do you think I look fatter in person?”

Darren hesitated for a moment; he didn’t want to say the wrong thing. Even though he dated BBWs exclusively and most of the women he met were secure in their size and self image, there were still some that he met who were not exactly cool with the idea of being called “fat.” The dreaded “f-word!” After thinking about it for a moment, he decided that she probably wouldn’t have used the word herself and asked such a provocative question if she was at all uncomfortable with it.

“Definitely,” he said. “You’re everything I was hoping for times ten!”

She giggled girlishly, sticking her tongue through the space between her front teeth and crinkling her nose, and the two of them began walking down the corridor toward the elevator.

“A lot of people say that,” she confessed. “I don’t know why. It’s not as if I go out of my way to try and hide how big I am. I guess photography just can’t do justice to all of this,” and she waved her free hand up and down in front of her plushness, gesturing as a magician might toward some miraculous feat she’d just performed.

“Some things you just have to see in person to really appreciate them,” Darren answered.

“I like that,” she said.