Field Research - Chapter 1

Introduction

Hello, everyone!

...I'm realizing that I really ought to go back and add an introduction to Chapter 1 of Give Yourself to Me.

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Chapter 1

“Hey! HEY!” Plunger still in hand, I charged out of the bathroom, throwing myself between the two drunk frat bros wrestling with each other in the middle of the bar. They were big guys, but also drunk as hell, so wrangling both of them was challenging but manageable, even holding the plunger; the one on my left was sober enough to not want to touch the end of it, which made him a little easier to control. I forcefully corralled the two of them to the door and dragged them through it, shoving them out onto the sidewalk. Kevin, the bouncer, barely mustered enough interest to look up from his phone.

“If you wanna beat the shit out of each other, fine, but you’re not doing it in my bar! And if I see either of you in here again, I’m gonna be taking a long, hard look at your IDs, so they better be immaculate.”

The two slinked off into the night and I took a moment to catch my breath, sweating a little from the exertion. After a moment, I turned back to Kevin and shot him my best “what the hell” look.

“You couldn’t hear them fighting in here?”

He just shrugged and turned back to his phone.

Unbelievable.

Annoyed with Kevin and still feeling the adrenaline from the scuffle, I stormed inside and slammed the door a little harder than I needed to. Some light applause broke out from the crowd, which snapped me out of it. I offered a smile and a small wave in return.

“Alright everyone, all good. Go back to enjoying your evening. Oh, and the women’s toilet is flushing again.” Another wave of applause.

I tossed the plunger into the janitor’s closet, stepped back behind the bar, and leaned forward onto my elbows, closing my eyes and covering my face with my hands.

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Alright, nap-time’s over.

This weekend was kicking my ass; Friday was the last day of midterms, which meant everyone wanted to celebrate. The place was usually a little slower on Sunday nights, but tonight it was jam-packed. The collective body heat of the crowd alone was enough to turn the bar into a sauna, and the rickety old A/C in this building was struggling to keep up. My boss was probably gonna want me to take another look at it this week; the whole thing was covered in rust and no one can remember the last time it got new coolant, but he remained convinced that I just needed to find the right screws to tighten to get it running smoothly again.

I’m a bit of a jack of all trades. By which I mean, my parents taught me what I always thought were basic life skills: how to change a tire, how to fix a clogged sink, how to do some basic electrical work, y’know, that kind of thing. On top of all of that, I’m a pretty big guy, and strong too; I wouldn’t say I like manual labor, but I’m certainly more capable of it than most. Apparently, those skills were in short supply in a college town full of spoiled rich kids. Suits me just fine; I can walk into basically any business around here and walk out with a job. Not always a well-paying job… but I get by well enough. Mostly.

That’s why I jumped on this bartending gig when I noticed it opening up a few months back. The base pay was nothing to get excited over, but every night I was serving a room full of drunk college kids who were spending their parents’ money; the tips were crazy. I was actually ahead on my rent for the first time in I don’t remember how long!

Still… I had to admit, I was starting to question whether it was worth it. I wasn’t really just the bartender; with Kevin at the door, I was basically the bouncer, too. And the barback. And the repairman. And, and, and. It was a lot to juggle, and busy weekends like this one were just this side of “too much.”

I smiled as a group of girls approached the bar, pouring their drinks and deflating again as they turned away, my exhaustion catching up to me. I swear, once this shift was over, I was going to go home, turn my phone off, peel off my sweat-soaked clothes, and sleep for twelve hours straight.

…Yeah, I hadn’t noticed, but I guess at some point I’d reached the other side of “too much.”

Maybe now that I had some experience with this, I could get hired at a nicer place, one that wasn’t coming apart at the seams. Like a classy cocktail bar or something. Spend a little less time babysitting rowdy college kids and a little more time fixing Manhattans for sophisticated, flirtatious English professors…

I was shaken out of my daydreaming by the sound of the front door opening. I immediately turned, plastering my best service smile onto my face. As I saw who’d just walked in, my eyes widened slightly, and after a moment, my artificial smile melted into an authentic one.

“Jenny?!”

Her eyes shot toward me as she heard her name, and my grin widened to match her own.

“Oh my god, Sean?!”

Jenny Miller was my ex-girlfriend from back in high school. I hadn’t seen her in… God, eight years? I’d been completely crazy about her, and for a while, I was convinced that I was going to marry her. But… she was a year behind me in school, and the more we thought about what a relationship might be like with me away at college, the more it started to feel like it just wasn’t going to work out. 

I told myself that, sure, Jenny was amazing, brilliant and beautiful and a joy to be around… but I was only 18. I hadn’t dated that many girls, and you seem to always hear about things going bad for high school sweethearts that get married, right? I was going off to college, it was supposed to be a time for having new experiences and meeting new people, so, I convinced myself that staying together would be bad for both of us, and I managed to convince her, too. Our goodbye had been tearful, but amicable. We’d initially stayed in touch online, but you know how it is. Over the years we just sort of got preoccupied with our own lives and gradually drifted further and further apart.

It’s hard to really remember how the decision to break up could’ve possibly made sense at the time, because I’ve never stopped regretting it. I’ve never met another woman like Jenny Miller.

I quickly stepped out from behind the bar as she rushed to me from the front door. I let out a small “oof” and staggered backward as she slammed into me at full speed, throwing her arms around me and squeezing tightly. I hugged her back, eyes closing and a sigh escaping out of me. God I’d missed this.

Jenny had always been a big girl. At 5’9”, she was fairly tall, and she was deceptively strong; back in the day, she could probably lift more than at least half the boys we’d gone to school with. She had some considerable muscle, but you’d never really know that to look at her, because when I say she was big, I’m mostly talking about her weight. Every inch of her was deliciously, irresistibly plump. I was a good four inches taller than her, but back in high school she actually outweighed me, and I’m a little on the bigger side myself.

I’ve never really understood the stigma against thicker women. Guys will go on and on about how they love big tits, wide hips, a big ass, thick thighs… but as soon as you add a big belly to the equation, they start complaining. It never really made sense to me, and it made even less sense after Jenny and I made out for the first time. Her voluptuous body was so soft to the touch, so plush, so pleasantly heavy in my lap. As she hugged me in that shitty dive bar, it struck me that she must have put on even more weight since I’d last seen her, because her embrace felt even softer and more enveloping than I remembered it. I slowly broke off from her, worried that any more prolonged contact might lead to an awkward situation; an erection poking her in the belly wouldn’t be the most winsome hello.

Besides, taking a few steps back let me get a better look at her, and it was truly an astonishing view. I was right about the weight gain; her belly bulged a little further out than it used to, and her breasts had grown considerably; you could get lost in the cleavage rising up from the neckline of her blouse. 

I realized I was staring, and snapped my attention back to her face. Lucky for me, that was an equally breathtaking sight. Her lips were as big and inviting as ever, her eyes large and round, a shade of emerald green that practically seemed to glow in the right light. Her nose and cheeks were lightly dusted with freckles, and her round face and warm smile were framed by dark, lustrous, curly hair. If she’d registered my leering, she wasn’t showing it; she just seemed happy to see me.

I knew I’d missed that smile, but I didn’t realize just how much.

“It is so good to see you! What are you doing here?” She asked me, a slight squeal of excitement in her voice. Her elation was amplifying my own.

“I work here! What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m a grad student! I moved here over Christmas and just started my PhD program back in January!”

“Oh, that’s incredible, Jenny! I mean, of course that’s what you’re up to these days, you were always so smart. The most gorgeous genius I’ve ever known.”

She blushed, smiling as she broke eye contact. “And you were always good at flattering a lady.” She stepped past me to take a seat at the bar, and I’ll admit, I took the opportunity to check out her ass. It was… I don’t know if I have the right word to describe it. “Incredible?” “Astonishing?” “Inspiring?” Nothing I can think of captures the depth of feeling, the intense yearning I felt as I saw just how huge it was. Memories of her sitting on my face flooded my mind.

This time, she caught me staring, looking at me coquettishly from over her shoulder.

“What do I have to do to get some service around here?”

“Oh! God, yes, right, sorry.” I scrambled back behind the bar and leaned in close to her.

“What’ll it be, ma’am?” I asked her, dropping my voice a little deeper than normal and flashing her a smile.

“Whiskey, neat. In fact, make it a double.”

I raised my brow, but grabbed a bottle off the shelf and filled a tumbler in front of her. In one motion, she threw it back, setting the glass back on the bar, showing no sign whatsoever that the drink had stung going down.

“Damn.”

She grinned at my reaction. “I have about four hours of free time each week. If I’m gonna drink, I gotta make it count.”

Time seemed to disappear as we talked. We fell immediately back into our old rhythms, picking up where we’d left off as if we'd only just seen each other yesterday. She was studying molecular biology; she tried to explain what she was researching in more detail, something about hormones, but it was entirely over my head. I didn’t mind. I would’ve been content to stand there and listen to her speak pure gibberish.

“You know, I gotta say, Sean. You’re kind of a shitty bartender.”

I burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. I’d been ignoring every other patron ever since she showed up, serving drinks only when they were practically shouting for my attention.

“Fuck it,” I said with a shrug. “To tell you the truth, right before you walked in here I was thinking about quitting.”

“Well then,” she said as she slid a hand across the bar, resting it on top of my own. “I’m glad I made it here in time to see you.”

I felt a fluttering in my chest, and wondered if I should kiss her. God knows I wanted to. The look on her face… was she expecting me to? Or would that be too forward? Too much, too fast? Was she even available? It sure seemed like she was giving me signals… but what if I was just seeing what I wanted to see?

I took too long to make up my mind. If the opportunity had ever been real, its moment had passed. That was alright. For now, I was content to just share her company, to chat with her the way we always used to. I’d loved this woman so much, and as we continued to laugh and catch up, as we told each other old stories we already knew but delighted in hearing again, it occurred to me that she wasn’t just the best girlfriend I’d ever had, she’d been my best friend, period. I’d been so exhausted, but spending this time with her had been more rejuvenating than a full night’s rest.

Which was good, because I didn’t notice the time until 3 AM. I hadn’t even noticed that the crowd had completely dissipated, between the late hour and the bad service.

“Oh, shit!” I immediately grabbed a tray and ran out from behind the bar, collecting glasses and trash off of tables. “I was supposed to close an hour ago. I completely lost track of time.”

She just watched with a smile and a raised eyebrow as I scurried about the bar, cleaning up and seeing to my other closing duties. As I ran back behind the bar to start putting things away back there, she moved to stand.

“I should get out of your hair. It was really amazing to see you again, though!”

I immediately dropped what I was doing and rushed over to her.

“Hey! Uh… listen, um. Yeah. It was great to see you, too. Um…” Oh my God, just ask her, dummy! “Are you, uh… seeing anyone right now?”

She grinned. “No, I am not.”

“Then… then in that case. Would you like to get dinner sometime?”

Her smile widened, and then, in one swift motion, she hooked her fingers under the collar of my shirt and jerked me downward, mashing her lips into mine, wrapping her other hand around the back of my head to keep me from pulling away.

Not that I ever would.

“Mmph!” I cried enthusiastically as her tongue forced its way into my mouth, probing and exploring my own.

The kiss had completely caught me off-guard, so much so that when she finally broke it off, I was out of breath. She didn’t release my head or my collar. Instead, she just pressed her forehead into mine, smiling devilishly.

“I was starting to worry you weren’t going to ask. I’d love to let you take me out… but are you sure you can handle me, little guy? You could barely keep up with me before, and I’m an even bigger girl now than I used to be.”

I suppose it was silly to think she’d forgotten about my… interests.

I loved Jenny’s body, its endless curves and tantalizing softness, in and of itself. But there was a second layer to my attraction. I have been taller, bigger, stronger than just about everyone I’ve ever met. Certainly every woman I’ve ever dated. But Jenny… Jenny came the closest to being the exception to that rule. I was taller than her, sure, and stronger than her… by less than you might think. But the fact that she outweighed me, that there was literally more of her than there was of me… I don’t quite know how to explain it, but it was just about the most erotic thing I could imagine. In fact, I often couldn’t help but fantasize about what it would’ve been like if she were even bigger, if she was taller and stronger than me, if my own strength paled in comparison to hers.

Jenny had a lot of positive qualities; she was basically the perfect woman, something I’d intuitively understood as a teenager and re-learned the hard way in the ensuing years. One of those positive qualities was that she was extremely open-minded and accepting. I’d felt completely comfortable sharing with her my… well, I guess “fetish” is the right word for it. It didn’t weird her out or upset her that I was into how big she was.

No, in fact, she loved it. Because another thing about Jenny is that she’s a relentless tease, and when I told her that, I’d given her all the cannon fodder she could ever hope for. For the rest of our relationship, she would constantly look for ways to indulge my kink. Texts of nude selfies taken from low angles, her massive body looming threateningly over the lens; constant short jokes, even though I’m 6’1”; pinning me down on her bed and whispering in my ear about how, someday, she was going to grow big enough to swallow me whole.

“That’s what I’ve missed most about you, Sean. That face you’re making. That look you get when a fuse blows in your brain. I’ve been with a lot of guys, but none of them have been as fun to tease as you.”

I laughed nervously. “I’ve missed you, too.”

She leaned in and kissed me again, more tenderly this time. Then, she released me, grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

“Oh!” I called out. “So, when…?”

“Next Sunday, 10 PM. We’ll have to pick a place that’s open late.”

My heart sank a little. “A whole week from now?”

She turned back to me, grinning. “Down, boy. It’s been eight years, you can wait another 7 days. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve only got about four hours of free time each week. You’re not the only one who lost track of time tonight.”

I sighed wistfully as she walked out the door, hypnotized by the sway of her enormous ass. As soon as she was gone, I snapped myself out of it and went back to work cleaning and locking up.

It was nearly 5 AM by the time I got home, and my exhaustion was once again catching up to me. I threw myself onto my bed, too tired to even undress, and was instantly dropping into a deep sleep… until a ding from my phone woke me up.

It was a text from Jenny; like an idiot, I’d completely forgotten to ask for her number, but I guess she must have swiped my phone when I wasn’t looking and added herself as a contact.

The message was a photo of her taken from the floor, her head stretching out of frame as her hand reached for the camera. She’d added a caption to it:

You’re so small that it’s hard to see you down there! I’m so glad I managed to find you.

As I looked at it, a second photo came in. her hands were cupped around the lens, her face mostly cut off from the frame save for her plump, smiling lips. The caption on this one read:

Don’t even think about trying to escape again.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel so tired anymore.