Physical Confessions Chapter 1



That's what she posted on whisper. It wasn't long before she was flooded with messages. Most of them were the same: “I'll make you feel good” “I have a big dick” “I'll make sure you're not alone on your birthday night.”

She clicked in the message, and saw his username: “Fifth Circle of Hell”

She let out a small laugh at the reply, but she felt better than earlier. In fact, she felt that tinge of pain slowly fade for a few seconds before it came back.


She basically wanted to yell, but kept quiet.

Tears ran down her chubby, full cheeks as she kept questioning herself. She was afraid. Anxiety washed over her. What could she do if he simply saw a whale like everyone else?

‘I'm his princess… his princess…’ She thought as she touched herself. ‘I'm someone's princess…’ Her hand sped up as she inserted two fingers inside of her pussy. Soft moans escaped her lips as she continued to touch herself. Her legs spread out wide as she bucked her hips up and down before reaching an early climax.

“Hi baby,” Hannah said to Jack as he was getting ready for work.

“Do you know what today is?”


Jack… he didn't care. He isn't doing anything nice. He… he left for work without kissing me, holding me, or anything. I'm feeling so empty and alone. Please… take me out tonight. I want to feel wanted today. I need to.

Hannah immediately went to take a bath. Then, as the tub filled with water, she looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw was a puffy eyed woman.


“Mmm that's it. How do my big, fat titties feel? That big cock can always fuck them. They are yours.”


Hannah pushed all the doubt out of her head and just continued to clean herself. It was already five thirty when she finished washing herself. There was barely anything she needed to do. She was already shaved since last week, she tried to appear sexy for her fiance, but he was barely interested. He only accepted a handjob and it was that once. Nothing else.


It took her twenty minutes, but she did her make up. It wasn't a lot, but just a bit of makeup: mascara, light eyeshadow and lip gloss. She really felt so attractive.

“H-hi…” She stuttered. “It's me…”

‘OH MY GOD!’ Hannah screamed in her mind as she heard his voice. It was deep, smooth, yet so rough and manly. She almost threw herself on him.

He chuckled. “I'm surprised. Not many actually know what my name means. Call me Tyrone.”

“Let's go in. And order whatever you want. I got paid a big bonus.”

“What can I get the lovely couple?” A waiter asked.



But one stuck out to her. “I'm sorry you're going through that. Is there anything I can do to help?”




Hannah paused. Was she even going to appear attractive to him? He was nice enough to compliment her and tell her that he found her body weight hot. But was she going to simply send an image to him? ‘What if he thinks I'm ugly? What if he is making fun of me? I'm not attractive. If I was… Jack would still love me.’


“I'm… a slut.” She said softly. Tears ran down her face as she could only think of how she masturbated and climaxed to a guy who gave her a small amount of attention and found her attractive. Hannah, feeling empty, cried as she realized that the first guy to actually treat her nicely and make her feel attractive isn't her fiance.

The next two days went by as Hannah had known for the past few months: Jack “working late” until two in the morning and sleeping without any attention to Hannah at all. She felt worthless. But today's her birthday. She's excited, because Jack would have to AT LEAST care for her today.

“Hi,” He replied in an annoyed, but friendly enough voice.

“Uh… your birthday? Happy birthday. I'm working late tonight. Don't wait up.”



Her dark brown, almost black hair ran past her shoulders while her plump lips just remained quivering. She was still sad. But she didn't want to cry in front of him. So, she slapped herself. She needed to be confident and happy. This day is for her.

“You like what you see baby? These are for you. You made me feel sexy on my birthday. It's time to make you feel good.” She grabbed her toothbrush, and pushing it between her breasts, she slowly gave it a titjob, imagining her new friend as the object and how he would enjoy the titfuck.


It was over an hour of soaking in the tub before she started to get clean. She really cleaned off her body in different areas, mainly focusing around her breasts and pussy. Did she expect them to be shown tonight? Why? He wouldn't love big breasts…




Hannah finally made it to the restaurant before eight. And there outside, she saw him. He was just as handsome as his photo looked. The black and gray suit he wore sent some of the most pleasurable chills down her back. His dark skin almost shined under the lights of street light and restaurant lighted signs. He was looking at his phone before he looked up and saw Hannah making her way to him.

A smile formed on his face and it was if Hannah saw the definition of beauty. “Hey there. Happy birthday, princess.”

“Hi… and thank you. What's your name? I don't want to just call you anger.”

“Hannah is my name, ba- I mean Tyrone.” She blushed as she almost called him baby.


Before Hannah could say anything, Tyrone began to speak. “A margarita for me and… give me a moment to check the menu. Hannah, since it's your birthday, order first. Ladies first, after all. And please, don’t be afraid to eat whatever. I won’t judge.”