The Object of my Desire (story) (mini-GTS, GTS, BBW, 18+)

[Eelskin]

Hey folks! It looks like some of my posts over the past few days were erased in the server transfer today, so I'm reposting the beginning this story.

I finished this story a while ago, but I realised I hadn't posted it here. I had originally uploaded the whole thing as a .doc file, but I was told it might be better received if I posted the individual chapters. So I'm including the complete .doc file at the bottom of this post, which you can download if you feel like skipping ahead to some of the later chapters, but I'll still be updating this story with a new chapter every few days.

This is story will feature slow growth and gentle interactions, and the main character is a BBW. There will be some explicit sex and naughty language, and no violence.

Enjoy!

The Object of my Desire

Part 1

?Desire is a much more powerful force than we imagine. It overcomes our thoughts, it changes our behaviour, and it most certainly has a physical effect on our bodies, our metabolism. When you are overtaken by desire, you surrender control of yourself. Your heartbeat, your breath, your attention and your concentration are all victims of this silly little emotion for which most people have no respect.?

Veronica was listening with rapt attention to what the old man was saying. I was browsing through his collection of old books. I really enjoyed looking through old books for sale at flea markets. Of course, 99 times out of 100, there would be nothing of any value whatsoever, but that wasn?t the reason I looked. There were always amazing curiosities in people?s collections. I glanced up from something that looked like it may have been a 40-year-old Romanian erotic fiction magazine (judging from the pictures) to look at what the vendor was holding in his hands, something which Veronica clearly intended to buy.

?When you desire something, you cannot see anything else. Everything else is secondary. The object of your desire is all-encompassing; it grows until it fills your vision, your thoughts, your memories and your life.?

I craned my neck to see. It was a small ceramic bauble with a chain around it, about the right size to be worn as a bracelet. I folded the smut magazine and listened to Veronica haggle with the fellow. At least, she was trying to haggle.

?I?ll give you $4 for it.?

?Can you put a price on desire? The value of this bracelet cannot be measured in dollars and cents. If you are to be its new owner, you must fully appreciate the gift which you are accepting. Do you understand??

?Um. $5??

The shopkeep frowned and breathed a small sigh of resignation. ?$10.?

?$7.?

He nodded slowly and Veronica reached out to take the bauble. He placed it gently into her palm and closed her pudgy fingers over it. He looked into her eyes, seeming to study her. She took a step back, taking her hand out of his, and he suddenly grinned a wide, toothless grin. ?A pleasure! Always a pleasure to do business with a lovely lady such as yourself! Please, you will always be welcome back here!?

?Thanks?? She smiled, slightly wary, and looked over at me. ?Are you getting that??

?Nope. Let?s keep moving.?

The two of us wandered off, past a few more stalls of junk. ?What was that guy on about??

?I have no idea!? She laughed. ?You know, I was not really looking forward to coming to the flea market. I honestly thought it would just be really tacky and boring. But there?s so much cool stuff! I?m really glad you and Marie-Eve convinced me.?

?That?s it. Just wander and window shop ? without the windows. Seriously, you can find pretty much anything here.?

?Think we?ll be able to find a gypsy selling a magical weight loss potion??

I laughed. ?Babe, if I saw one I would hide it from you.?

?Stop it! You better not!? She punched my arm playfully. ?Where is Marie-Eve??

?I think she?s over there somewhere.? I gestured over to my left.

?Well, let?s find her.?

Veronica was what some would call a big girl. Others called her fat. She occasionally called herself unmentionable things. I just called her sexy. She called me crazy. I usually didn?t press the issue, just smiled and counted my blessings.

In the car on the way home I was admiring her upper arm- one of my favourite parts of her body. I just loved the shape of it- how it seemed to bulge slightly out of the sleeve of her t-shirt. I sat in the passenger seat and pulled my eyes away from her arm long enough to examine the trinket she had bought from the toothless ranting shopkeep, which she was wearing on her right wrist. She had put it on almost immediately after buying it. ?How much did you pay for that?? I asked.

?I think $7??

?I think you may have paid too much.?

She took her eyes off the road and glanced at me. ?Well, yeah. But that $7 isn?t going to break our budget. Besides, I like it.?

Marie-Eve piped in from the back seat. ?Let me see!? Veronica held out her arm to show her. ?V?ro, this is really pretty! I?d pay $7 for this.?

Veronica made eye contact through the rearview mirror. ?Well I?m glad I have someone?s support!?

I spoke up. ?Did you get anything, Marie-Eve??

?Eh, check ?a!? She reached into her bag and pulled out what was quite possibly the ugliest lamp I had ever seen. ?C?est pas mal cool, non??

?Uhm?? I pointed out.

?Buh?? Veronica countered.

?I? where are you going to put that??

She grinned. ?I don?t know. Maybe in the bedroom.?

?Really?? I asked, incredulous.

?Yeah? why? What?s wrong with the bedroom??

?Well? people go in the bedroom.?

Veronica burst out laughing. Marie-Eve scowled. ?Hey, it isn't going in your apartment. You don?t like it, it?s not your problem. Ta gueule.?

?Yeah, yeah, I get it,? laughed Veronica.

Marie-Eve started poking through her bag, examining the other, equally ugly, things she had bought. Veronica put her eyes back on the road. My eyes drifted for a moment and settled back on her arm. I could watch this arm for hours, I thought. After a minute, my gaze moved up and saw that she was looking at me with a strange expression on her face. ?What?? I asked.

She was looking at me with a mixture of confusion and pleasure, as though she were feeling something unfamiliar but really nice. ?Nothing?? She smiled and put her eyes back on the road.