Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Fatty J

My best friend, Kitty, called me early in the morning to ask if I would accompany her to a photo shoot at a photographer's house later that evening.

"What? Why so random?" I grumbled over the phone, still groggy from a lack of sleep after working long hours at an event. Sleep is important to a woman, and even if it’s a call from my BFF, I would still scold her upside down.

"You won't regret it! This guy is a total pro! Many popular models have shot with him," Kitty said excitedly. She then sent me some pictures taken by the photographer via WhatsApp.

I recognized one of the girls in the pictures; she was quite popular at events. In the photo, she had a high-energy expression and appeared topless. One common thing I noticed was that all the girls in the pictures were showing off plenty of cleavage.

I laughed, thinking about how Kitty didn’t have much cleavage to show, and I wondered how the guy agreed to shoot her. This made me eager to meet this guy, whom I dubbed Fatty J, to see what magic he had. Soon, in the evening, after taking the train all the way to the North, we arrived at Fatty J's house.

He opened the door for us and greeted us warmly. It was a two-room HDB flat with minimal furniture. According to Kitty, Fatty J was divorced and had only recently started doing sensual shoots. This made me wonder if shooting pretty women had led to his divorce.

Fatty J was average-looking, big in size, and had a friendly smile. However, I didn’t like him at first impression, as he kept mentioning cleavage and breasts during our conversation.

While he was shooting Kitty in a boyfriend tee theme, he kept asking her to give more expression and adjust her Nubra to make her breasts appear bigger and firmer. I couldn’t help but notice that Fatty J kept stealing glances at me.

During break time, Kitty went down to buy dinner for everyone while I wore a similar boyfriend tee for the shoot. Fatty J suddenly became more talkative.

"Wow, finally your turn! I'm very happy to shoot you. Your figure is so perfect, especially your breasts. I’m sure many guys are chasing you," Fatty J praised me with a cheeky smile.

"Thanks," I replied, trying to focus on posing. Fatty J seemed to get the hint and returned to shooting. He was using a ring light, and when I checked the pictures, I was quite impressed with the results.

"Beautiful!" I smiled at the pictures. Fatty J seemed surprised by my sudden change of attitude towards him. He then started to boast about how he learned his skills from a Japanese photographer who shot porn stars and that he had many certificates in photography.

Soon, Kitty returned with dinner, and we ate together in one corner. After dinner, we did some minor touch-ups on our makeup and had some BFF-themed shoots. After about 30 minutes, both Kitty and I were feeling extremely tired and decided to call it a night. Fatty J seemed disappointed that we were leaving so soon.

Just as I was about to leave, Fatty J discreetly passed me a note, "This is my number, XXXX XXXX. WhatsApp me when you get home. We can discuss a one-on-one shoot."

Two days after the shoot, I was on my way home from shopping in JB when I suddenly remembered that Fatty J lived nearby. I texted him to say hello and ask how the photos turned out.

"Wow, chiobu, so busy now and finally messaged me! I thought you had forgotten about me. I’ve been emo for the past two days," Fatty J replied just a minute after my message.

Knowing I was nearby, Fatty J invited me over for an impromptu shoot, and I agreed since I was in a good mood after buying some lovely lingerie at a bargain. When I arrived, Fatty J greeted me like an oversized puppy, wagging his tail to welcome me.

I stifled a laugh, realizing it would be quite bad if he knew I was imagining him as a puppy. The shoot started quickly after I touched up my makeup. It was a lingerie shoot, and Fatty J was, as usual, cheeky and talkative.

"Wow, your breasts are so big and bouncy! When I post your pictures on my Facebook page, I’m sure there will be many likes, and a lot of guys will die of nosebleeds!" Fatty J laughed.

"But your face looks a bit tired, and your shoulders are still quite stiff. You need to relax your shoulders to look more awesome," he continued.

"I guess I carried too many bags while shopping, so I have a bit of muscle ache," I pointed to my three bags of victory on the floor.

"How about I give you a massage to help you feel better so you can do better for the shoot?" Fatty J suddenly asked.

Without thinking too much, I agreed. Fatty J led me to his black sofa and asked me to sit down. He started to massage my shoulders, and it felt amazing. His hands were huge and strong, making me feel like I was at a massage parlor. Minutes passed, and Fatty J asked if I would like a body massage as well.

"Wow... are you working as a masseur?" I laughed at his suggestion.

Fatty J: No, I’m a blue-collar guy. But I used to massage my ex-wife, so I have a lot of experience. Try my skills; I guarantee you’ll be asking for more later!

So I agreed again to the free body massage. This time, Fatty J brought me to his room and asked me to lie flat on the bed while resting my chin on the pillow. He asked me to take off my bra to feel more comfortable. I took off my bra and lay on the bed obediently. Fatty J started to massage my legs and back, applying just the right amount of pressure, making me feel like dough being kneaded.

"Your skin is so smooth and fair. You must take good care of it," Fatty J said as he massaged my back.

Just as I was closing my eyes to enjoy the moment, I felt his hands moving closer to my chest. Before I realized what was happening, Fatty J was already pressing and squeezing my left breast. I was taken by surprise and immediately turned to look at him. I didn’t know what to do at that moment. Fatty J suddenly climbed on top of me.

"Don’t do that..." I tried to push him away, but he was too heavy for me.

"Let me make you feel good..." Fatty J continued to squeeze my breasts, this time using both hands.

He started to lick my breasts and kissed around my neck. I tried to push him away, but his body was too heavy. Fatty J became rougher, biting my right breast as he fingered me quickly through my panties. Somehow, his fingers hit my G-spot, driving me wild.

I knew I couldn’t escape from this hungry bear. It wasn’t long before he took off his clothes and pulled down my panties. Since it wasn’t quite a safe period for me, I stopped him from entering raw at the critical moment. But Fatty J was quick and well-prepared. He grabbed a box of condoms from somewhere near the bed and put one on without my help.

I let out a loud moan as his thick, fat cock entered my pussy. It felt like a bear hunting for food in a pitch-dark cave. Fatty J thrust harder and harder inside me, making me all wet and horny. I felt breathless under his weight, so I asked for a change of position to catch my breath.

This time, we switched to doggy style. Using his firm hands, he grabbed and squeezed my breasts as he entered me from behind. It was the second condom, as the first one had already broken due to his roughness. It was a bad choice, as he was even rougher in this position. I moaned in pain as he happily dug into me.

After tiring of doggy style, he pushed me onto the bed again. He moved to sit on top of me, took off the condom, and began to breastfuck me.

"My cock feels so good between your breasts!" Fatty J exclaimed with joy. The breastfucking got him so high that he ejaculated all over my breasts.

He handed me some tissues and then lay down on the bed. I cleaned off the sticky cum and headed straight for the toilet to wash up. Afterward, I put on my clothes and hinted that I wanted to go home. Fatty J seemed eager for a second round, persuading me to stay.

But in the end, I managed to leave his house when I received a call from Kitty. She was asking where I was, and Fatty J seemed worried that I might tell her I was at his place.

While I was in the taxi, I received cheeky messages from Fatty J. "I had a wonderful time with you. So shiok! Next time, let’s try other positions or role-play," he messaged. I didn’t reply. I ignored his calls and messages. I didn’t tell Kitty what happened between us, even though she continued to do sensual shoots with him.

A few months later, Kitty told me she wouldn’t go to Fatty J's house anymore, as he had been exposed by an unknown model for bedding her during a shoot and asking an underage girl to masturbate. This created quite a stir for a short period.

In the end, he lost his job after being forced to admit his mistakes on Facebook by several well-known photographers. He stopped shooting altogether.

"I’m sure he’ll be back one day," I told Kitty plainly while pretending to do my nails.

"After all, he’s a hungry bear who will never be satisfied," I thought to myself.