Held Captive Chapter 1

This is a fan request. It will evolve into what they were asking for

Someone actually said yes to a date with me.

I had been on the apps for forever and was at this point dream swiping. A blonde woman looking for six feet and six figures? I met absolutely zero of her requirements, but I swiped right. A tall woman looking for an athletic man that liked sports and wanted to take her out dancing? Not at all, but I swiped right. Basically anybody that even looked doable got the old right swipe from me. When you’re a short and skinny nerd, it’s slim pickings in the dating universe, even if the women weren’t peaches either.

And yes, I could go to the supermarket and try picking up the ladies at the fruit department. But let’s be real; nobody was going to say yes. I wasn’t charming enough. I didn’t have IT. There wasn’t a scenario that existed that put me in an advantageous situation with a woman. Even if a girl was literally going to pass out and I rescued her from certain death, catching her after she fainted, she would probably turn me down for the first douchebag that gave her a look. I wasn’t anyone’s type.

But someone said yes.

Victoria was a decent looking girl. Who was I to judge? She had a little extra meat on her, but I wouldn’t call her fat. She had rosy cheeks and big, brown eyes. Her picture showed medium length hair. She was… cute. She had a face I could really learn to love. I was willing to learn to love it. Not ugly, not beautiful.

We had spoken only a small amount.

HER: hey cutie, any plans for tonight?

ME: Nothing for me, how about you?

It’s worth noting, when I wrote that, I had just fallen out of my chair. A woman had actually made contact with me and I couldn’t lose her. She was a fish at the end of the pole, and she could swim away with the bait at any moment.

HER: I think you’re really cute. I like that you like the Avenged Animals.

Wow, a girl that appreciates the anime I like. I must have lucked out. I examined her pictures as much as I could. She had great… eyes?

ME: You have beautiful eyes.

HER: omg. That is so sweet.

Time to pull the trigger.

ME: Did you want to get something to eat tonight?

HER: You mean like a date?

I had to be courageous.

ME: Yes

HER: I would LOVE to!

We figured out the details from there. I was on cloud nine. I was actually going on a date. It was very close, too. Walking distance. That was the benefit of being in a big city. Getting ready was so exciting. I felt like a woman, stressing out about what to wear. All of my clothes were so lame. I figured I’d wear my Avenged Animals shirt, it would be cool to talk about it. Anything to give me something to talk about was a plus. Some jeans completed the ensemble. I hoped she wasn’t going to dress up too much. The restaurant was pretty casual, and she recommended it, so I figured she knew the milieu.

When it was time, I left my apartment and walked over to the restaurant. I got a text message from Victoria on the way over.

HER: So… just FYI, I hurt my leg and gained a little bit of weight since those pictures.

ME: Oh, it’s okay, we all go through things.

HER: Thanks for being understanding, just don’t want you to run away when you see me.

ME: I’m sure you’re fine!

Women were always so self conscious. That was something I was going to have to get used to if I was going to enter the dating world. They needed to be complimented often and for different things. I would have to pay attention to any changes or new outfits they had. It sounded hard, but it would be worth it.

I rounded the corner and opened the door. I was looking for a girl in a pink dress with brown eyes and those rosy cheeks. Hmm… didn’t see anything yet.

“One?” asked the host.

“One what?” I asked absentmindedly.

“Table for one?” he asked again, pulling out a menu.

“Oh… um… no, two,” I said. “Table for two, please, she’s still coming.”

I was sat at the table, and I looked around. Maybe I was missing her? I didn’t see anyone in a pink dress. It wasn’t even that crowded here. She was most likely late, another thing I was going to have to get used to. I decided not to make a big deal about it and remain cool. Girls don’t like a hothead. They want someone suave. They want someone who’s always composed.

So I waited. Long enough that the waiter even came by and asked what we were having to drink. I told him water for both of us. I couldn’t tell if he was making a face, or judging me, but it felt like he was. As if to think I was really a loser and nobody was actually coming. Or even worse yet, he pitied me, since my date would NEVER show up.

Just as I was starting to feel like giving up, the door opened. I looked up, but I couldn’t believe my eyes.

There she was, the girl from the picture, only some devil had pumped air into her, inflating her to impossible proportions. Those rosy cheeks were there, but they looked like each had a mouthful of food puffing them out. Her body was incredibly wide, almost as wide as it was tall. And she was taller than me, not by much, but I could. Her pink dress was barely clinging on to her body, and it was already probably a 5XL. Her breasts looked primed to explode out of her top, I wasn’t even going to hazard a guess as to their size. Her ass looked like it could block out the sun.

This was a big girl.

The closer she was led over to me, the more nervous I was, but I could also tell the more nervous SHE was. Her eyes darted back and forth, once at me, once to her left, once to her right, back again. She gave me a weak smile, but she clearly had a hard time making eye contact. I guess I couldn’t blame her; at that size, she was probably afraid she might step on something, or bump into something. And whatever something that was, it wasn’t going to last long.

After what felt like a century, she finally arrived, but she whispered something to the host, who turned bright red and walked away quickly.

“H-Hi Max,” she said weakly.

“Hi Victoria,” I said, trying to sound more confident. I really didn’t want her to think I was rude or didn’t like her. I realized the polite thing to do would be to pull out her chair for her. I stood up and began walking over.

“Um… hold on…” she said.

I sat down, confused.

The host returned, holding a bigger chair with no arm rests. Now it was clear. She was far too big for the chairs the rest of us sat in. I could see the embarrassment on her face, and, as bad as I felt for her, I was feeling embarrassed too. And that made me feel worse. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to even be seen with a monster like this. What would people think? And here she was, trying to be a trooper, stepping out of her comfort zone. This made me feel terrible.

I decided to be positive. Let’s make the most out of this and be a gentleman. All I had to do was survive this date. Clearly, she had lured me in under false pretenses, and that was unquestionably wrong. But I could tell she felt bad. And it’s not like I had any other plans. I decided to do my best to be the best date I could be.

“I love that dress,” I said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Thanks…” she said, still struggling to maintain eye contact with me. I let the moment sit, but I wasn’t about to let it remain awkward.

“Have you been here before?”

“Yeah…” she said. “A long time ago…”

“This place is really great,” I said, now looking at the menu and fearing eye contact. I was REALLY trying to make this work, but she was not helping. “I really like their sandwiches, especially the BLT.”

And then we sat, mostly in silence. Probably for thirty seconds, but it felt like an hour. Me, a tiny guy, and her, a monstrously large, fat girl. Neither one of us able to maintain eye contact for longer than a second. We both tried to talk at the same time, but we interrupted each other. She smiled politely at me, and I motioned that she can go ahead.

“I’m sorry… it’s just… well you’re really cute… and I’m…”

“I think you look great,” I said, lying but being as sincere as I could be. If we were on a seesaw, she would be in China, and I’d be exploring space.

“That’s very kind of you, but I know how I look. I almost didn’t want to leave the house, even after we talked about our date. I’m trying to change, I really am, but it’s just been so hard, and I’m-”

“You look fine,” I said. I did my best to put on a calming expression. I looked deep into her eyes, and she looked into mine. I felt like she was going to melt right there. Did I really have this effect on people? That was amazing. I wish I knew sooner. I could have done that before, to some lucky girl.

We eased back into conversation, and she seemed to loosen up. Once we got past the early speed bump, conversation flowed easily. We talked about all manner of things, work, education, where we were from. It was like a crash course in dating, and I was killing it. She was engaged, as was I. I almost forgot she was a whale of a human that could sit on me and kill me in one motion.

Almost.

When the dinner wrapped up, I walked her outside. It was me and a massive woman four times my size. I was a little embarrassed, but I wasn’t going to be rude. When we got outside, we had a brief pause.

“I had a really good time,” she said.

“Me too,” I said.

“Should we um… should we go out again?”

How was I going to do this? I had to let her down easily. Or maybe not at all. Hmm… there was a way people did this that removed the awkwardness.

“You know what… I’m a little busy the rest of the week,” I said. “But let me call you when I’m free.”

I could see the excitement in her eyes disappear. She may have heard that one before. But she remained strong.

“Okay,” she said politely.

We said our goodbyes, and I could sense a melancholy, but there wasn’t a full blown… blow up, so that was good. Just a goodbye, and we went our separate ways. I rounded the corner. Maybe that did the trick. I had a date, it wasn’t a good one, but I handled it like a gentleman. I gained some experience, some wisdom, some-

I felt a crack on the back of my head, and then I was out.