Like, seriously, I'm usually not one to openly oogle someone, but it's hard not to when what you're looking at is about 260 pounds of perfectly sculptured Adonis. But I admit, I was staring quite a bit.
Alex was easily a head taller than I was, handsome, with a short-ish beard, and a body that would make The Rock feel jealous. Shoulders almost as wide as my hips to which arms as thick and strong like a redwood tree were attached, and which lead to a perfectly V shaped upper body. His pectoral muscles had me feeling weak in the knees, and his abs had me salivating.
Alex's legs weren't anything to scoff at either, as even I, who hadn't worked out a day in my life, could clearly see that he put hours upon hours into training his quadriceps and other leg muscles.
He was dressed casually, a white, skin tight shirt that emphasized his sheer bulk, and shorts. He made the look work somehow.
"Hey Mel, it's nice to finally get to meet you." He spoke in a deep baritone, that sent shivers down my spine, and stuck out his hand for a handshake. Deciding to be a little more forward, I instead opted for a hug, feeling my huge belly and breasts mush against him. "It's nice to meet you too, Alex!"
All in all, he was a total hunk, and best of all, he was into fat chicks. We'd talked about both our fetish for quite a while online, and finally decided to go out on a date. And what other perfect first date for a feedee/feeder couple than...
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