"Morning, Cory!" Penelope beamed as she sat next to him in Social Studies. A large blush was creeping to her cheeks.
"Hey," Cory said absent-mindlessly.
Sure, Penelope was his closest friend since fourth grade, and it wasn't that he hated her or anything, but he had "bigger" plans on his mind. Cory had only recently come to terms with the fact that he liked bigger women, really liked them. More importantly, he didn't just like big girls, but wanted to be the one to make them bigger. Nothing thrilled him more than feeding a girl until she was too stuffed to move, rubbing and caring for their round belly as if they were pregnant, and if he got his way, he'd stuff them until they looked it. The thought of making a girl develop roll upon roll of love-handles drove him wild. And he couldn't even begin to express how a woman with large hips made him feel.
Today, he had decided he was sick of just looking at pictures and videos online. He needed to be a part of the real action. His plan was foolproof. He had all the money to engage in his new pet project, so there would be no problems there. He would find some poor girl to fatten to his liking. Of course, what would make it all the more fun would be that they wouldn't know about it. The fantasy was always so much better when they were blissfully unaware of how big they were getting. But, who would be his first "victim?"
Looking around the classroom, he saw a lot of good candidates. There were a few girls who were already pretty fat to begin with. They wouldn't be that hard to work with; a good starting out project, he thought. Plus, while they might catch on to his plan sooner, they wouldn't care. There were some others who were on the chubby side, too. They would be fun. They were probably self-conscious of their bodies, and he could bank on their insecurities to get them to eat. Then there were the super-thin girls. They were all bitches in class anyway who looked down their noses at everybody. It could serve them right to be taken down a peg. Plus, they'd be so into his money, they'd do anything for him.
No, while all these choices seemed great, he wanted something special. "So, I was wondering," Penelope continued. Apparently, she had been carrying an entire conversation with him hardly listening. "Want to hang out or something this weekend."
"Look, Penelope, I-"
But as he turned to face her, he saw it; the perfect match. Why hadn't he seen it before? Penelope would be the perfect candidate. She was incredibly thin, which made his fantasies go wild. He liked the idea of a real challenge; bringing a girl from a twig to a blimp. It was no secret that she had a crush on him, and that she did keep herself so thin to try and impress him. Oh, how wrong she was. That would mean she might put up some resistance, but it was the chase, not so much the end goal that mattered, and a little resistance would make it fun. So much potential with her. Better yet, she was sweet and innocent, and would hardly catch on to what was really going on. And in the grand scheme of things, while he wasn't looking for love out of this, he did want someone who was at least tolerable. Penelope was perfect. An evil, Grinch-like smile spread across his face. Time to set the plan in motion.
"Actually, Penny," he said, "I was thinking, or actually hoping, would you like to go out on a date?"
Her eyes lit up. "Oh yes! Yes, that would be...uh, well, that's fine I suppose," she said, trying to play it cool.
Oh this would be too easy. "Great! How about, Saturday night, my place? We'll try cooking together."
Penelope was turning beet-red. "That sounds really romantic, I mean fun."
"It's a date then."
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