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Hello there, Just saying hi I am a 26 y/o female BBW new to this site. I would love to chat with people into S&M and sensation play, especially tickling. If there's anyone out there who would like to chat more about this fetish please feel free to send me a message. XO ticklish fatty

What’s your latest fetish?? Mine has been squeezing my belly to cum… NO JUDGEMENT. What’s yours?

Corrupting Holly By Polarisdreamer & Berserker1133 Part 1 Of 2: Even though she’d practically become a fixture of the uppity university’s coffee shop, few who entered the establishment spared so much as a passing glance toward the lonely young lady sitting by one of the front windows. She appeared, as she normally did, lazily dressed in an oversized baggy sweater with some comfy yoga pants adorning her thicker than average legs. Her dark hair was fashioned into a chin-length curled-under bob with long bangs, but one would be hard-pressed to notice considering the pudgy bookworm’s pretty face was currently too far buried in her favorite book. Although, on this particular day she wasn’t reading it, not right now, right now she was using the book to shield herself from the unbelievably hot guy waiting in line that had totally just noticed her checking him out. Holly took a deep breath. It would be okay. The handsome hunk of a man would probably just shrug his shoulders and ignore her like everyone else. Everything would be okay. In a few seconds, she’d peek over her book and see that he’d completely forgotten about her. One…Two…Three… Holly peeked, and sure enough, the broad-shouldered man had turned his back to her. Phew! That had been a close call… Or had it been? Holly often perversely wondered how she’d acquired her uncanny ability to melt into social obscurity everywhere she went. How sad was it that her typical day off looked exactly like this? Coffee shops on college campuses were supposed to be places to meet new people, and make new friends or, as Holly hoped, maybe even a boyfriend. Yet here, instead of becoming her proving ground, this tiny little establishment had become a refuge. This was the one place she could go where she could make believe that society cared about her. Among the noises of people, their scent, their chatter, and their occasional glances, Holly could give her brain a small taste of what it truly craved, to belong to a tribe of other people just like her. Taking a bite of the stale pastry she’d purchased with her coffee half an hour ago, Holly relaxed in her seat and leaned back. She tried to spot where the hottie in the sharp looking suit had gone off to but didn’t see him in line anymore. Biting her lip in disappointment, Holly couldn’t help but disappointingly think to herself, ‘Why don’t guy’s make the first move anymore?’ Before she had time to muse over her question, her attention was drawn to an unexpected shadow that quickly covered her empty table. “Are you a fan of all E. L. James novels? Or are you just jumping on the bandwagon because of the 50 Shades movies?” A charming masculine voice echoed softly into her left ear. Turning around in a frantic motion, Holly’s eyes widened with disbelief at the Greek god of a man who had just invited himself into her personal space. It was the same guy she’d been ogling in line just minutes prior! He had noticed her! Holly could hardly keep her flustered wits about her, her response was a pitifully dumb sounding, “Umm..” Why was she pausing?? Not only had Holly read every single one of E. L. James’ books, she’d read 50 Shades of Grey at least a dozen times! Gathering her composure as best she could, Holly nervously cleared her throat before tersely responding, “I’m a fan.” “Cool. Me too.” The hunky guy smiled, “Mind if I join you?” “Umm..” Holly could hardly breath in this guy’s presence, much less form a complete sentence. He was totally lightyears out of her league, yet he sounded interested in her… This was too good to be true. He was probably pulling some kind of prank on her, some kind of joke. Not wanting to fall into his trap, Holly managed to shakily respond, “I’m actually expecting some friends to meet me here like.. ten minutes ago..” Strange. He didn’t seem dissuaded in any way. In fact, he merely shrugged and countered with a sincere, “Then how about I buy you a coffee tomorrow?” Holly could hardly believe her ears. Was this guy legit interested in her?? He totally was! Holly knew she should play hard to get, but if this guy was seriously interested in her, she was desperate to hold his attention. Engaging her rarely used impression of a flirtatious sorority girl, Holly smiled faintly at Mr. Hottie and timidly burst, “How about you buy me a beer, tonight?” “It’s a date. Wanna meet at Pat’s pub down on 30th street? Around 7:30?” Did she hear him correctly? He agreed!? Ha! He agreed! Holly was speechless. This was amazing! This was like striking gold! This was better than winning the freaking lottery! She tried to say, ‘heck yeah,’ but her tongue was so tied she couldn’t make the words come out, so she merely nodded to show her agreement. “Great, I’ll pay for dinner, but please wear something that actually complements your figure. We’ll have a lot of fun tonight.” Mr. mystery hunk commented before making his leave of the preppy coffee shop. Speechless. She’d even forgotten to ask him for his name and number... Why was she so bad at this?? Wait… What did he mean by the last thing he said to her?? Was he saying that what she was wearing right now didn’t compliment her figure?? And what exactly did he mean by ‘figure,’ was he hinting that she was overweight? Holly knew she was a little overweight, she didn’t need some perfect looking guy calling her out for it! And.. and.. fun? Fun… Was he suggesting… No. No way. On a first date? Was he that kind of guy? Holy hell did Holly hope that he was that kind of guy. She’d ignore whatever subtext she’d sensed in his last comment to her. She’d skipped so many possible chances to finally have an earthshattering sexual experience with someone she genuinely found physically attractive because of her fear of rejection. She couldn’t let herself skip this one too. He was way too hot. And he looked so strong. Gosh. The things she’d let him do to her… The rest of Holly’s day was almost a complete blur. Excitement pulsed within her veins. Her imagination fed a steady stream of sufficiently kinky and dirty thoughts into the back of her mind, constantly prodding her and pushing her to recall the impeccable facial structure that had taken her breath away. The real test of her delirious facilities was in the time leading up to her unexpected date. The question of what to wear plagued her mind throughout the day, but now it was almost paralyzing her. He said he wanted her to wear something that complemented her figure. She wasn’t a dummy, she knew that when used as a verb the definition of complement basically meant that he wanted her to wear something that would enhance her figure, but that was exactly the problem. She had an overweight figure. To ‘enhance’ it would mean she would have to show it off and the last time Holly had really done that was three years and 30 unwanted pounds ago. She hoped it was only 30 pounds. Lord knew that she hadn’t hit the gym since she’d graduated college and started working toward getting her PhD in psychology. Had she gained more weight over the summer? She was reluctant to find out, but she knew she had no other choice. 167lbs… F*ck! She’d gained seven whole pounds since graduation! She was only five feet six inches tall, she had to be more careful with her diet, 20 more pounds and she’d officially be classified as obese! At the rate she was going, she’d be obese well before she turned 23! Time was running out, assessing herself honestly in the mirror, Holly took stock of what she was working with. The positives, Holly never really had a big bust, she’d sported a B-cup for most of her adult life, but since she’d started packing on the pounds toward the stressful end of her undergraduate career, her perky little B’s had blossomed into much fuller C’s. She never really dressed to show them off, but it was certainly an area she could try and showcase on her date. The negatives, while her tits had grown modestly, the rest of her had grown more abundantly. Holly had a natural pear-shaped figure, so she always tended to carry more weight around her hips, thighs and chunky rear end, but her rather large weight gain had actually changed the silhouette of her figure. She’d developed a pronounced beer belly. Quite a big one. There was no way of sugar coating it. It was the one thing she’d permanently received from her time in college besides her diploma. Her gut was squishy and round, with most of the weight accumulating around her lower belly. It protruded outward embarrassingly far. She couldn’t suck it in all the way even if she put her best effort into it. While her hips had widened with age, and her legs had thickened, her stomach had grown at a rate that exceeded even her uncommonly cushy butt. She didn’t exactly have a lot of clothing options to ‘enhance’ her out of shape and overfed figure. Most of her clothes were a size larger than she needed, stretchy, or far too old to fit. In fact, she really only had three choices for her date. First, she had a skirt and tube top combo that she’d kept as a souvenir from spring break freshman year. The tube top wouldn’t fit her swollen tits, and the skirt didn’t make it halfway up her thighs. Next. Second, Holly owned a sexy black pair of ripped denim jeans that she’d liked to pair with a flowing white button-down blouse senior year. The blouse drew attention to her bust, and concealed her meaty midsection a little bit, but, much to Holly’s horror, while the jeans still managed to contain her chubby thighs and chunky butt, her puffy gut made the pants impossible to zip and button. This outfit had fit last year… Sh*t! Holly only had one clothing option left. Her little black dress. The last time she’d worn it was during senior week a few months ago. Digging through her closet, she eventually found it. Holding it in her hands, the short knee-length, strapless cocktail mini dress appeared distressingly smaller than she remembered. Although, the fabric did have some stretch to it, she was nervous she’d outgrown it like the rest of her date worthy wardrobe. Willing the dress onto her uncooperatively pudgy body, Holly was less than impressed by the reflection she saw in the mirror. The dress fit, barely. It certainly didn’t appear knee-length anymore. The stretchy fabric was so tight across her round potbelly and cushy buttocks that it hardly made it halfway down her pudgy thighs. The strapless nature of the dress accentuated her bust, but the dark color seemed to draw attention to her soft looking upper arms and the chubby features of her formerly angular face. She did the best she could with make-up to try and downplay her burgeoning cheeks and double-chin, but she doubted that her face would be the first thing her mystery man would notice about her tonight. Black was supposed to be a slimming color, but her pudgy body was practically bursting out of this dress. She had to be careful. If she ate or drank too much tonight, there was a real threat that she might just rip the dress around the seams of her gut. Holly was not fully satisfied with her look, but she recognized that she was out of time. She hadn’t even done anything to change her hair. The blunt, chin-grazing chop, of her curled-under bob did not exactly scream sleek and sophisticated… But if she delayed her departure any longer, she’d arrive late to her date and that was the last thing she wanted. Ready or not, Holly departed for the pub. She arrived a few minutes before the agreed time. The bar was crowded, but there were still a few lonely tables in the back, so Holly made herself at home and blended into the background. As the time slowly ticked closer to 7:30, Holly doubted whether the hot stud she’d met at the coffee shop would actually show. Much to her relief, at 7:35, she spotted him finally enter through the front doors. He was still wearing that sophisticated suit. Maybe he was a young entrepreneur or a lawyer. He definitely had money. That Rolex watch didn’t look like a knockoff. Before he noticed her, she watched him reach for his hand. He pulled something off his finger and placed it into the inner pocket of his suit. It couldn’t be… Had he just removed a wedding ring? Was he wearing one at the coffee shop?? Holly couldn’t remember. She certainly would have noticed, right? What did she do!? He’d just made eye contact! Holly didn’t know what her body was doing. Without even thinking she just f*cking waved for him to join her with an excited smile on her face. Was she really doing this?? Was she okay with dating a married man? Could she have sex with a married man?? “You look beautiful.” He warmly said, while approaching her. His posture invited her to rise from her seat to greet him. Was she okay with letting a married man bend her over backward and spank her until she begged for mercy? Umm… yup. “Hey handsome.” Holly deliriously smiled, as she got off her soft tushy and graced her masculine savior with a quick hug. Once they parted, he unexpectedly took her hand, brought it to his lips and gave her a gentlemanly kiss. “Now let me see you.” He gently commanded, while she obeyed without objection. He raised her hand high above her head like they were in the middle of a waltz and used his other hand to get her to do a little slow spin for him. He was checking her out. Holly tried to suck in her doughy tummy, but she knew she’d never be able to hide its full girth from his view. “Beautiful.” He concluded, while Holly’s heart melted a little. He’d said it so sincerely. She felt weak at the knees. As if sensing her weakness, he continued, “Sit down. Let’s order. You look famished.” Famished she was. In her nervous jitters today, she hadn’t so much as eaten a single piece of anything since the coffee shop. She felt like she could eat a horse. But she knew she couldn’t let him know that. She didn’t want this guy thinking she was a fatty. Obediently sitting down across from him, Holly said, “I’m actually not really that hungry.” “Well I’m not eating alone. Mind if I order you something?” He promptly responded, while his eyes scrutinized a menu instead of her dress. Holly was aghast with how to respond. Nobody ordered for her! Especially not someone she was on a date with! The last time someone ordered for her at a restaurant was her father, he used to do it as punishment for when she was being a naughty child! What did she do? Did she object? She didn’t want to sound ungrateful. He’d probably just order her a salad. That was fine. No big deal. She was starving anyway. Clearing her throat nervously, Holly responded, “Umm, no. I don’t mind.” “Good.” He responded. His eyes were still glued to the menu. “So umm…” Holly began with a shaky tone, “I’m Holly.” “That’s a pretty name.” The handsome man smiled. Holly gulped. Why wasn’t he giving her his name? Oh god, did he not want her to know who he really was? That would make sense if he was married… “So, uhh…” She mused. Was it a good idea to ask him about it? She didn’t know, but it was the only thing she could think about. The suspense was killing her, and he seemed so unconcerned. Holly could hardly breath. She had to ask. She had to know, “Umm, are you married?” He put down the menu, “And what if I was? Would you bail on me?” “Umm..” Holly panicked. F*ck… This was insane. She wanted to think about her response, but the conviction in his voice caused her to answer prematurely, “Uhh, no I guess.” “Then I guess we are on the same page.” Were they? Did that mean what she thought it meant? “You wanna have a one-night stand? With me?” Holly hoped beyond all hope. “No names, no strings attached. If things go well, maybe we can make a habit of it.” He rationalized, while Holly felt her chubby stomach fluttering with butterflies. It was like a dream come true. This was happening! Before she could respond, he grabbed a waitress walking by and asked if they could order. The waitress said ‘yes,’ and took out a pen and paper. “We’ll have the mac and cheese bites as an appetizer. Two pitchers of Budweiser. And what’s your biggest burger?” He inquired gracefully. He had such a commanding presence. Even the waitress seemed smitten. “It’s not on the regular menu, but we are offering a 1-pounds burger as a special. Comes with fries and one additional side.” The waitress explained with a pleasant smile at the handsome man who was now consuming her full attention. “Great.” He smiled, while turning his eyes to Holly’s, “She’ll have the one-pound burger, well-done, with fries and a side of onion rings. I’ll have the house salad please.” “I’ll put it in right away.” The giddy waitress hummed before sending Holly a jealous look and subsequently leaving the table. So much was happening so fast. Holly could hardly process everything. Her date was a gorgeous married man offering her a one-night stand. And he’d just ordered her the very thing she’d probably order for herself as take-out on Valentine’s Day. She needed someone to pinch her, she severely feared that she was dreaming. The pinch never came, but eventually, after some flirtatious banter, the food and drinks did. Holly tried not to make a pig of herself in front of such a stud, but it was hard. She smothered her gigantic one-pound burger in ketchup and was making a noticeable mess on her plate. She felt a little embarrassed indulging in such a massive quantity of comfort food, while her far fitter counterpart merely nibbled on a salad. However, he never seemed to judge her for her slightly sloppy etiquette. If anything, guzzling more than a few beers with their meal and conversation had done wonders towards calming Holly’s nerves. It was getting close to 8:30 when the river of frantic flirtatious conversation started to die down. He’d finished his salad. She’d finished the mac and cheese bites, her fries and her onion rings. She had about half of her burger remaining, but she didn’t want to look like a fatty by finishing the whole thing. Even though her doughy stomach ached for her to keep indulging. Trying to keep the charming man talking, Holly posed another innocent question, “So we already talked about my failure of an athletic career, did you play any sports in college?” “I played basketball.” He nodded. She would have bet money that he was an athlete. “Is that how you broke your nose?” Holly inquired. She wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to ask about, but all the beer had loosened her lips and his nose was a little bent. She hadn’t noticed it until she really got to studying his face over dinner. It made him look distinguished. It was sexy! “No. I broke my nose in a fight over spring break, junior year.” He clarified seeming to grow tired of this conversation. Holly was desperate to hold his attention, “Did you win the fight?” “Nobody ever wins a fight.” He reasoned, as he couldn’t hold in his smile, “But yeah, I did.” “Haha, cool.” Holly hummed in awe. “How you feeling?” He wondered. Her mouth chuckled, the beer was talking, “Haha, groovy.” But her eyes were saying, ‘Please f*ck me now!’ Reading the writing on the wall, he decided it was time to get things moving, “How about you finish your food and we take this conversation to your apartment?” “Oh?” Holly chirped with excitement, “I’m finished. Let’s go!” But oddly, he didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm, “Woah-woah-woah, you’re not finished. I paid for your meal, don’t be wasteful.” Holly looked on her plate. She still had half of that one-pound burger to gobble down if she wanted to truly finish her meal. “I’m worried might rip my dress if I eat anymore…” Holly self-consciously reasoned, while her arms sought to sooth her swollen belly against her noticeably strained dress. “You won’t need your dress where we’re going.” He suggestively hinted with a wink to motivate her. It worked. “Come on. Finish up. I don’t have all night.” He beckoned, as Holly obediently grabbed her burger and took her first of many large hasty bites. “Okay.” She mumbled with her mouth full. At this point she wouldn’t be beyond doing anything this guy asked to get him in bed with her. The walk to her apartment was slow. She’d eaten so much that it actually pained her to stand up straight and, apart from that, the alcohol she’d consumed had robbed her of her balance. Wobbling along the streets of the city and cradling her descended belly with both hands, Holly’s only saving grace was that at the end of her arduous journey a man unlike any she’d ever seen would see to it that she was pleasured to the extreme. The second she’d unlocked the door to her apartment, her head was swimming from the scent of his cologne. She couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. She welcomed a spontaneous open-mouthed make-out session with her tall athletic partner. While they sloppily swapped spit, she hoped he liked the taste of her baby pink lipstick, because she was definitely loving the feel of his sexy lips against hers. It was so good. She wanted more. Her hands fumbled trying to take his belt off. “Woah, eager there? Slow down.” He commanded, as he halted her progress and she looked at him worriedly. He seemed as confident as ever. With a breath, he told her, “Tell me, exactly what you want. And I’ll give it to you.” Exactly what she wanted was probably a little too weird and kinky for a first date… But this wasn’t a normal first date was it? This was a one-night stand with a married man. She might never see this Greek god of a guy ever again. What the hell did she have to lose by not being honest? “Do you think you could uh…” Holly hesitated, she couldn’t believe she was about to say this, but he had said to tell him ‘exactly’ what she wanted. Clearing her throat, she nervously continued her thought, “Do you think you could throw me over your lap and… spank me?” “I could do that.” He wickedly smiled. His eyes seemed to sharpen ever more deviously with his next intoxicating statement, “Do you want me to finger you during?” Holly was practically drooling when she gushed, “Yes please.” She stood frozen in place, while her partner in crime slowly lifted up the sides of her tight dress and grabbed hold of her panties. It only took him one assertive motion to tug them off her pudgy frame so the garment could drop down to her ankles. Not wasting any time, he removed her snug dress by lifting it clean up and over her head. She could feel with a pang of embarrassment that her exposed potbelly was jiggling as a result. Almost completely nude, her bra didn’t stand a chance. Once she was completely exposed, her man spontaneously grabbed her long bangs and used them to drag her over to the couch. She was aghast with excitement. She’d never been handled like this before and the prospect of what was to come served as a pit of endless stimulation for the pudgy girl. Taking a seat, he pulled her down, and quite literally threw her across his lap. Her stuffed belly felt like blob of warm dough pressed against his legs. He maneuvered her bulk over his knees, one finger found her slit and began teasing her clit. She was wet. The other hand readied itself above her. Before giving her what she wanted, he couldn’t resist commenting, “You’re a heavy girl, aren’t you?” “S-sorry..” Holly blushed fiercely, as a wave of embarrassment overcame her senses. She knew making such a pig of herself at dinner wasn’t a good idea. “Can’t help yourself around food, can you? Hog.” He continued to tease her, while she squirmed slightly in response. His talk was getting her hot and bothered in all the right ways. Holly was about to make excuses for her shabby shape, but, before she could, her butt was met with a sudden firm; *Slap!* “Ahh!” Holly gushed. The pain caused a rush of endorphins to spike within her. She knew this feeling to be quite pleasurable. The physical effect of the firm slap began to cause blood to rush to her pelvic region, bolstering her already piqued sexual arousal. However, the psychological effect of apparently being punished for her poor eating habits was something else entirely. The contrast was an intoxicating cocktail that she’d never experienced before. She was being shamed by someone wholly superior to her physically and conventionally far more socially desirable than she was. He was out of her league and he was forcefully reminding her of it. She hardly deserved his attention, yet she readily yearned for his punishment. “I asked you a question.” He reminded her, asserting that he was in charge, “You can’t control your sweet tooth, can you?” *Slap!* “Ooh! No, I can’t!” Holly bellowed, while a shrill joy overcame the thrilled tone of her voice. He was punishing her for the eating habits that had led to her unsightly weight gain, and she was loving it! She wanted to be punished, she loved being punished! She’d commit the crime 1,000 times if it meant receiving more punishment from him! “You’ve been a lazy girl, haven’t you? When’s the last time you’ve been to the gym?” He sternly questioned, as Holly readied herself for the wave pleasure about to hit her again. *Slap!* “Ahh!! Months! I am a lazy girl!” Holly admitted absorbing the shame and all the glorious sting that came with it. They’d only just begun, but the force of his strikes and the rotation of his finger against her clit was already bringing her to the cusp of a tremendous orgasm. She wanted more. She needed more. She prayed he’d power on with dominating her, but just when she was on the brink, he pulled back. “How does that feel?” He softly asked taking a moment to prod and squeeze her cheeks where the outline of his palmprint was evident, “Do you want it harder?” “Holy sh*t! I want as much as you’re willing to give me daddy!” Holly burst unable to keep herself under control. Her whole life, sex had merely been a side dish to the more absorbing entrée of the spanking itself, yet this foreplay had her yearning for more of everything. She wanted to submit. She wanted to give him everything he wanted out of her. Being handled like this was causing her to voice her fantasies outright, she’d never been this engrossed with someone before. This guy was checking all her boxes. He was perfect! If only he would keep going! “Haha, okay. Daddy’s girl huh?” He paused appearing to enjoy her surrender. “Umhm!?” Holly hummed trying to catch her breath from the excitement. *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* “Oooohhh!!” Holly moaned, while a lone tear fell from her cheek and landed on her partner’s pants. She was back on the brink again! One more slap and she’d be thrown over the edge for sure! But the slap didn’t come. What? Did he not want her to orgasm?? “Are you reaching your limit?” He checked clearly noticing her tear. “God no! Keep going foreverrrrr!” Holly begged, as she perked her chunky butt upward and awaited more addicting punishment. “Alright Kitten, you’ve asked, and you shall receive.” He bellowed lustfully, while raising his palm, “But you can only cum when daddy says so.” *Smack!* So, that’s what he was doing. *Slap!* He was edging her. *Smack!* Like a mindless plaything he’d bring her crushingly to the point of orgasm and then back off before she could reach her peak. Amidst the pain of every blissful slap, he was toying with her. *Slap!* As the minutes passed, she could feel the blood flow increasing to her pelvic area. The sensitivity she was experiencing as a result was like nothing she’d ever felt before. To say his methods dramatically excited her would be a colossal understatement. As they continued into the night, she was actually thankful for the excess chub she’d accumulated around her cushy butt cheeks, without it, she never would have lasted as long as she did. She’d fallen off the cliff into sexual climax, and he didn’t let her stop falling all night long. Her blood curdling organisms produced such a number of primal cathartic screams that the very foundation of her apartment building probably appeared shaken by the time they were done. It was the most intense f*cking she’d ever had. She’d both welcomed and encouraged his passion, inhibition and spontaneity, while he’d played the role of the dominant partner in the bedroom masterfully. She loved every minute of it! When it was all said and done, it was nearly midnight. The two had very little to say to each other that hadn’t already been said during their passionate session of intense sexual escapades. Yet still, this man of Mount Olympus found something to say to break the silence. “I liked the way you sucked on my fingers when I was f*cking you.” “I liked, *pant* everything…” Holly huffed still trying to catch her breath. She was experiencing some mixed feelings. On the one hand. This night was the most amazing night of her life. On the other hand, this was it. This was the high point of her life. She knew it would never again be this good with anyone else. She’d found her soulmate. And he was married. Channeling an innocent optimism, Holly decided to stick with the honesty that had gotten her through the night, “Uhh.. I wouldn’t mind making this *Pant* a regular thing. If you’d like that.” The pause before his response nearly caused her heart to burst out of its chest cavity. “I would like that.” “Really?!” She yelped in joy. Turning to her and looking her dead in the eyes, he clarified, “But I have some conditions.” “Name them.” Holly blurted without a moment’s hesitation. “How much do you weight?” “Umm..” She blushed. This wasn’t something she wanted to share. Why did he want to know that? It was embarrassing. “You can tell me, or we can weigh you.” He concluded, as she gave in. “167 pounds…” Holly admitted, while her face revealed her vulnerable insecurity over her inflated bodyweight, “I know it’s probably more than you expected, but I promise I’ll stop eating at McDonalds so much. I’ll make healthier choices! I’ll get a gym membership and…” “No, no, no. You misunderstand. I like that you’re thick, but if we are going to do this again, I want some assurances that you’re going put on some more cushion for me.” “What do you mean?” Holly wondered completely not following what this guy was saying. “Alright. I’ll be clear. I want you to gain a pound of extra weight before every subsequent night we share together.” “Huh?” Holly’s eyes widened with disbelief. Did he actually like that she was kind of chubby? He’d just spent the last few hours ridiculing her for her weight. Admittedly, he’d done it in a way she found unbelievably pleasurable, but she’d thought it’d just been fantasy talk. She couldn’t gain weight on purpose. What would her cohort say? What would the professors she TA’d for say? What would her family say the next time they saw her? She had a life outside the bedroom she had to maintain! “You gotta gain one pound per every one-night stand. That’s my price.” He firmly responded despite the reservations apparent on her pretty face. “Are you kidding? You want me to get even fatter?” Holly muttered in disbelief. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, “No way! I can’t do that!” “Then it’s been fun. See you later kitten.” He sighed before getting up from bed and gathering his clothes. “Wait, don’t go!” Holly complained. “Did you change your mind?” He paused. “No, but..” Holly began. “Then I gotta go.” He concluded before hastily making his leave of her apartment. ‘Sh*t…’ Holly thought to herself. She was dealing with some mixed feelings from this truly spectacular night. He was gone and she had no way of contacting him. She didn’t even have his number. Part of her perversely wondered if she’d just blown the best chance she had of being happy with her life. Alone in the silence of her apartment. Holly came to realize with a hint of regret, that only time would tell…

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