Becoming Blue (Chubby Chasers, Inc. #1)

by Angie M. Brashears

Nervous sweat trickles between my jutting breasts at his words.

  “What’s in the box, Javi?” I try to keep the tremor out of my voice. It doesn’t work. I’m a bundle of nerves.

  Ignoring my question, he turns, cock in hand and appraises me. “I want to see your tits. Take this,” he snaps my bra strap, “off.” His eyes reveal nothing to me. They’re blue icicles melting on a warm winter’s day. I obey, reaching behind myself to undo it, fumbling, trying. But it’s not fast enough. He flings me around and unclasps the bra himself, sliding the straps down each arm ever so slowly.

  His touch, his smell, his icy look all make me moan. “You like when I touch you, Bonita?” He asks while rubbing his roughened hands all over my freed boobs. “My hands all over you? Does that make you wet? Will you beg for my touch tonight, my Bonita?”

  Nodding my head furiously, I obey. “Yes, Javi, please.”

  He pulls my back to his hard front, using my tits to hold me in place. I shamelessly rub my ass against his cock, I can’t help it. He brings out the kink in me.

  “You will beg for me, my love.” He bends to my shoulder, licking a path from one side of my back to the other. His hot mouth feels blistering against my back while he slowly rolls my nipples between his fingers. I’m a slithering mass of nerves under his touch and his tongue.

  Not caring if he’s batshit crazy, just needing him, I know what he wants to hear. “Please, Javi, please.” He pinches my nipples hard, and I squeal, leaning into his touch, jutting my ass out. He spanks it, almost exactly where Sasha did earlier. I cry out, pulling away, but leaning back into him. Everything feels so good down there.

  Easing his hands down beneath my breasts, he lifts each in a palm and jiggles them up and down. My eyes look at his roughened hands against my milky breasts as he plays with them, and I feel instant heat in my pussy. I throw my head back against his shoulder and moan at the sight.

  He chuckles. “That is how you make me feel, too, with your little kitty licks and pretty kisses to the tip of my cock. Does it feel good, Bonita?” He jams his cock against my ass. “Do you like when I tease you?” No, yes, I’m not sure what to say.

  My head is spinning.

  He moves so he’s in front of me, still juggling my breasts, testing their weight and leans down, eyes on my flushed face. His tongue darts out, licking one hard nipple and then the other. A jerk moves through my body. A cry escapes my lips. “Javi!” A full body jerk takes me and before I can fall to the ground, he moves me to the bed.

  I’m weak from the orgasm rolling through my body, and it only gets worse. I cum harder as he removes my panties, leaving the garters in place. “Just what I need,” he says, and leaves me on the bed. He walks over to the box, reaches in, and using my panties as a napkin, wraps them around a single glazed jelly donut.

  Turning back to me, donut in hand, he says, “These are my new favorite treat. Do you know why, Bonita?” I shake my head. I don’t friggin’ know. My hand slides down between my legs, over my mound, straight to my clit. I tap it lightly as he talks, his eyes never leaving my busy hand. He nods. “Yes, that is allowed. Tap it harder, spank your pretty little clit with your finger.” My finger speeds up at his words.

  He walks to the end of the bed, sniffing my panties and the jelly doughnut.

  The sight of him is scandalous. I feel another orgasm build as he just stands, sniffing, staring at my dirty work going on. Kneeling on the bed between my legs, he pushes them wider, leaning down to watch my indecent display. I’m tapping a beat across my clit, matching the blood pounding in my ears.

  He looks up at me with a devilish smirk. Pointing to the hole where the jelly was inserted in the pastry, he says, “You see this tight little hole? Right here?” He circles the hole with his finger before gently inserting the tip of his pinky. “This looks like your hole, so tight and pink.” He jams his finger inside the hole. Jelly dribbles out the side. My back arches off the bed. His show is so hot. He’s pure naughty boy now. “That’s what yours does when I finger-fuck you.” My head falls back again. I can’t hold it together. His show is driving me crazy! I moan as an orgasm takes me just from his dirty words alone. “Do that to me!” I cry, begging, pushing my pussy off the bed to gyrate in his face. But he doesn’t take the bait.

  “Tsk, tsk. Patience, Bonita. I’m not done with my snack yet.” He winks at me and slides his jelly-covered pinky between his lips, sucking the sauce off.

  Rolling my eyes with need, I plead, “Please finish. But for the love of everything holy, would you please touch me?” He chuckles and holds up one finger. “Yes, please.” I groan. I can’t take much more.

  He slides it into me, and I clench down around it, causing him to moan. “So tight, Bonita, so warm.”

  “Better than that damn jelly doughnut,” I grunt as I fuck his index finger.

  “Let’s see.” He pulls his finger from me and sucks it to his lips. “Yes, so much sweeter.”

  “Bring it back, Javi, please.” I feel my juices trickling down between my ass cheeks, and I wiggle, trying to get some relief. My body wants to cum again, needs it, but he’s taking his time with his before-bed snack.

  “You feel so soft and doughy inside,” he groans and kneels on the bed between my legs, his gorgeous penis erect, pointing at me, making jerking movements. “Just like this donut.” I watch disbelievingly as he pushes the hole to the tip of his cock. “But just like your unfucked pussy, I must be careful with this.” I watch as he carefully pushes his cock into the donut, so friggin’ hot. I can’t look, but I can’t look away. He slides in an inch and slides back out, so slow. I’m dripping just watching his crazy antics. “You want this in your mouth,” he says, delicately fucking the breakfast pastry. I nod with enthusiasm, reaching my hands out like a greedy child. “Is that what you want?”

  His hips piston, sliding in and out, in and out. Pieces of dough start to flake off the donut, sugar sprinkling my thighs. He’s so fucking perverted. I join in.

  “Fuck that jelly donut, Javi. Get it.”

  “Yes,” he groans, and moves a little faster.

  “Do it, Javi. Make your monkey eat that donut.” I’ve officially joined the dark side. “Get it, Javi. Tear that tight hole up.” He pushes hard, more than half his cock covered in pastry, and jelly dripping down his shaft...

  “Oh, Bonita.” His eyes beckon to me. I spring to my knees, cupping his sticky balls, and wait till his cock peeks out from the other side of the ruined flaky crust. I take it into my mouth— jelly filling, crumbled donut and all. Three quick pumps in my mouth and he shoves in, down my throat. All I can taste is donut and man, and then he’s cumming, gushing down my throat. I feel his hand between my legs, using his fingers, thrusting them inside me. I seat myself hard on his hand, feeling his fingers deep inside, and I moan around his shaft as I cum.

  Shuddering, he puts the sticky fingers dripping with my juices to his mouth and sucks, watching me the whole time. I lean with him, licking and tasting him.

  “Bonita, that was so delicious.”

  I nod, still kissing and licking him. I lie down on my stomach, leisurely licking sugar and cum from him. I eat every last piece of the donut without him even telling me to finish my food. I’m so proud of myself.

  Chapter 30

  I’m blissfully fulfilled, lying across his chest after the donut debacle. “That was out of this world hot, Javi.” I’m so lost in my admiration of his beautiful chest, I don’t realize he’s not responding to me, touching me, or hugging me back. His body has gone rigid.

  I look up into his eyes, hoping he’s asleep and not catatonic. “Javi?” No answer. “Javi!”

  Tears threaten as he just moves his eyes to look into mine. He sits up. “This doesn’t change the facts. I hurt you. Me. I did bad things to you, Blue. There’s something in me that is out of control. Will do anything to have you.” I can feel him distancing himself from me, pulling his soul away from mine.

  “But you do,” I say, sitting right alongside him.
“Let’s face it, you do. You got me, I’m here. I’ve been taken the same as if you had thrown me in the trunk, mouth duct-taped, hands tied behind my back. Granted, this was a nice kidnapping.” I wink to lighten the mood. “But it still worked out the same. My life is here now. With you and the other ladies.”

  He thinks about what I’ve said while I continue.

  “I’ve never even been on a date, Javi. I’ve been kept on a shelf, wrapped in cellophane, waiting for you.” This is the most truth I’ve ever spoken. “Then you come in, with those eyes, those hands, those lips. Saying things I’ve only dreamed of having said to me. It’s like I chose you out of a catalog. Maybe Fetish Weekly.”

  He grins and flashes me a wink. “Or Feeder’s Anonymous,” he jokes, and I’m so relieved to have him back, I give him a quick hug.

  We’re quiet for a bit. Both thinking about what to say next, I guess.

  I smile up at him and say, “It doesn’t matter how I got here. I’m here in a place I love with people I care about. Let me experience this, all of it. I’m not looking for ‘normal.’ I’m just looking for me.” I stare into his eyes, willing him to see my thoughts. “I’m not even that pissed about you drugging me anymore, but I’ve never even smoked pot, Javi, for God’s sakes. Now I’ve been rolling? Next time, baby steps, try Nyquil first.” I smile to lighten the mood, but I’ve lost him.

  I’m not pissed yet, but I’m getting there. Niceties won’t get his attention, maybe giving crazy a taste of his own medicine will.

  “After what just happened, and what has been happening between us, you just want me for one thing!” Which doesn’t even make sense, since he won’t even do that one thing with me till we’re married! Ugh, I need to pull these fake eyelashes off and get some sleep, pronto, before I’m admitted to the room next door.

  He takes my hand as I go to stand.

  “Don’t leave like this, Blue.” Finally, he looks at me, his eyes heavy with sadness.

  “I want us to talk, really, but I’m so afraid. I’m ashamed of some things I’ve done, and things that I still want to do to you, honestly, it hurts just to think this way about you.” He leans down and places a kiss on my hand, before dropping it.

  I run my hand through his hair and lift his head up to face me.

  “Do you have a shirt and some boxers I can change into? I’m not comfortable having any type of serious conversation in garters and nothing else.”

  “Why? You’re beautiful like this. My walking dream come true.” He grabs both my hips, holding handfuls of me, and kisses my soft belly, right above my belly button.

  I have to hold myself still not to pull away from him. I know he loves big girls, and I’m of that tribe, but this somehow seems more intimate when I’m standing before him like this, than lying spread eagle on the bed.

  “Please, Javi.” His eyebrow quirks up.

  “How can I refuse you, Bonita, when you ask so nicely?” He grins and jumps up, grabbing two new white shirts, one for each of us, and a couple of black fitted boxers. I shake my head at his mood swings. I never know which Javi I’m going to get.

  “Where is your bathroom? I’d like to wash up.” He motions to the door on the right, saying, “I’ll call in sick to the bosses for you. You’re staying with me tonight.”

  One nuthouse or the other, does it really matter? I almost ask, but keep it zipped and go and get changed.

  When I come out, the lights are low in the room. There’s a tuna sandwich on the table, and I know it’s mine. I wonder if he’s eaten yet. I reach for the plate. Dinner seems so long ago. I grab the Diet Coke next to it.

  “Stop!”

  I almost drop the plate. “What? Is this yours?” Jeez, settle it down, food police.

  “No, it’s for you. I would just like to feed you if you’ll allow me.” He looks down when he says this, like feeding me would be the worst thing in the world.

  “There is nothing that I would like better than for you to feed me.” I give him a full-watt smile and open wide.

  “Really?” This excites him for some reason, and he runs to the table, grabbing the food.

  “Wider,” he says. “I want to show you what I like. It’s weird, I know, but just bear with me.” I do. I’m very interested to see where he wants to put this sandwich.

  He picks up a half, folds it in half, and shoves it into my mouth. I’m so surprised, it almost falls out. “Chew it, but keep your mouth open so I can watch.” I can hear the arousal in his voice, and see it as his cock stiffens. I chew, open-mouthed, using my tongue to move the food around while he watches my teeth grind it up. He’s openly rubbing his hard cock while he takes in my show.

  Once I get it down, I take a huge sip of the Diet Coke. Bread feels stuck in my throat, so I gulp about half the can down. Before I know it, a huge burp escapes me. I’m mortified. Eyes wide, I look to Javi, wanting to excuse myself. But he does it for me.

  “Excuse me.” He says, before he jumps up and runs to the bathroom.

  I don’t know what I did, but it’s late, I’m delirious, and the giggles start.

  Holding my hand against my mouth, I try to stop just as Javi comes back into the room, a sheepish grin on his face. “I don’t know why you’re embarrassed, I’m the belcher.” I say as another round of giggles escapes. I’m going to be so screwed. Once I start, I can’t stop laughing. “I’m so sorry,” I manage to get out.

  “Why?” he asks, honestly puzzled. “That was the sexiest thing I ever heard. Made me cum in my pants like a schoolboy. Wish I’d brought your jack-off kit here.” He winks and turns back to the drawer.

  Amazed, I look down just as he’s changing into new boxers, and I see the wet spot. A giggle escapes before I clap my hand to my mouth. Shaking his head, he pulls them up and pulls me into a hug.

  “Did you want the other half?”

  I shake my head, still trying to hold myself together. At this point I’d probably laugh mid-open-mouth chew and choke. I bend over, belly laughing from the thought, and he just stands watching me with a thoughtful look on his face.

  “I’m not laughing at you,” I say when I can say anything coherent. “I’m just so embarrassed that man-belch came from me.”

  He nods, smiling, waiting for my giggle fit to subside. When I’m calm enough, Javi pulls the covers back and invites me to bed. “Javi, is this okay? I mean, I don’t want you to get kicked out.”

  He waves these thoughts away. “I’m here voluntarily, Bonita. I can come and go as I please, and guests are allowed.”

  It still feels foreign to me. I’m so not looking forward to the walk of shame in the morning, so I ask, “Do you have a car?”

  Chapter 31

  We get to the motel by the beach an hour later. Everything I’m wearing belongs to Javi, or the hospital we just left, from the sweats to the padded slippers. What a treat, I think.

  The room is not as nice as the one we left, but I’m so much more comfortable here. No cameras, nurses, or prying eyes. Our plan: sleep till noon, drop him off, and I take the truck back home. It seemed fine on the drive over, but actually getting here, we’re both too keyed up to sleep.

  “Turn the lights off and come here.” Javi’s laid out on the bed. The bedspread, which everyone knows is the dirtiest part, is lying on the floor. He’s abandoned his own jeans, flip flops and shirt. I do as he says and strip off the sweats and slippers, feeling more and more comfortable in my own skin. I crawl in beside him.

  “You looked so beautiful today, Bonita. You’re really living up to your name. I would like to brush your hair to help you relax.”

  I nod, grabbing my oversized bag. Rifling past my dress and garters, I find my brush on the bottom and hand it to him.

  He starts long soft strokes as he speaks. “My mother used to let me brush her beautiful hair before I eliminated her.” He doesn’t break stride. He continues brushing while I’m hyperventilating. He continues, “She never had time for me. Never noticed me. Never loved me, ever. So I destroyed her.
” His strokes become harder, to the point where I move my head away so he stops. But I will not look at his face. If he sees the look of horror plastered on mine, he’ll lock himself away and get rid of the key.

  After a deep breath, he pulls me closer and continues the soft brushing again. “I was no one to her my whole life. Until one day, one of her many boyfriends took an interest in me and she fed me to the wolves.” The tears I hear in his voice make my heart squeeze for him. Not trusting my voice to speak, I reach over and caress his thigh. “She never had the mothering gene. My father would often tell me that. But my love for her was strong enough for the both of us. I covered for her, cooked and cleaned for her, with nothing in return but sexual advances. I was made to be part of her daily routine with random men.” A sob escapes from him. “And even with her.”

  We both sit quietly, lost in our thoughts. I have to know. “Javi, what happened to her?” Was it an axe? Drowning? Gunshot? And why isn’t he in jail?

  “I fattened her up day by day until she couldn’t leave her bed. She would beg me to stop, but every day I brought the meals in, forcing her to eat. When she would no longer eat, I shoved a tube into her stomach and poured melted ice cream straight down her gullet. I looked at my handiwork as we shared our last meal. Pleased with my efforts. I didn’t even recognize the blob of skin on the bed. There was nothing left of the beautiful woman who made men crave her.”

  “Is that what you want to do to me?” I whisper, officially freaked out.

  He pulls me to his chest, hugging me tight to him. “Sometimes,” he answers truthfully. “But in a different way. I’d love to have you so big that you couldn’t leave me, but in truth, that’s just a fantasy of mine. I love your sensuous womanly curves, but I love your spirit and independence more. You are not her.” He repeats this last line, maybe trying to convince himself.

  “I still don’t understand. How did you get away with it?”

  He shrugs. “Everyone thought she wanted what was happening to her. After my father died, I was furious with her. Livid that he worked himself into an early grave, enraged at her for her apathy, and fuming mad at her for the abuse. I wanted it to stop. I no longer wanted to be a sex toy for her amusement and for her suitors, so I made it stop.” This last part comes out like a curse. “But I know you wouldn’t hurt me so I’ve made peace with the fact that I can’t kidnap you and hold you prisoner in a body I’ve grown with food. But knowing that doesn’t stop me from wanting to have that hold over you.” He expels a big breath. There, it’s out.