You were shy and insecure, and was completely clueless to why Brandon was with you. You didn't know why he found you attractive; you were a little chubby, with jiggly thighs and a soft, plump belly. He loved that about you though. He liked to gently squeeze and fondle with your figure, no matter how badly embarrassed you were.

It was one of those nights that you stayed over his house. You just got out of the shower, and were putting on some sleep clothes. When you went to slip on your shirt, he stopped you.

"No, ma, leave it off." He requested deeply, his voice low and intimate. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, his hands squeezing the fat of your stomach.