Emily's stomach rumbled as she glanced into the refrigerator. She turned her nose up, scanning the different healthy foods, leafy greens, and an outrageous amount of tofu staring back at her. She flipped her hair to the side and groaned. Growing up, her mother, Karen, usually kept chips, cookies, and other treats around the house. Since marrying her husband Roy, Karen had stopped and switched to a healthy diet. It had worked for her mother. She had lost over forty pounds while Emily was away at college gaining weight.
19-year-old Emily was suffering under the pressure of her mother's new lifestyle. She had attempted to try a few of their healthy recipes. What else was she going to eat? And Roy and her mother had invited her to hike some of their favorite trails. The two enjoyed walking a few miles daily and tracking their steps with their Facebook group online. Karen had mentioned her celebrated group dozens of times over the phone. Roy was the group's moderator. It was how the couple met. Her mother was fit, fun, and fabulous, and she was happy for her. But Emily would still rather lounge in front of the TV and eat snacks.
Emily was slightly overweight, but she saw nothing wrong with it. The extra pounds were attached to her bottom, blessing her with sharp curves and a jiggly round ass. Plump breasts sat high on her chest, and her soft thick thighs received many compliments. Groping her thick thighs and perky tits was about as far as she let any of those college guys get, but it was enough to keep most coming back for more.
Grabbing a shiny red apple from the fruit basket, Emily scrolled through her doordash app, hoping someone would deliver her favorite fast food. Her part-time job was coming in handy for emergencies like this. This summer, she had plans to save enough to purchase a car to drive back to University in the fall but splurging on a little treat on her day off, she felt was worth it.
Roy Williams stood by the door, watching her with his laptop at his side. His 6'3 bulky frame filled in the small opening to the den. Emily's back was turned, but he knew he was looking at a gorgeous woman. She resembled her mother, but her features were slightly fresher.
Roy scanned her 5-foot thick physique. Emily had slim arms and narrow shoulders but a chubby waist and short, powerful legs. Her plump ass caused her shirt to lift slightly, and he could see her panties were stuck in the crack of her ass, two thick cheeks taunting him. Yellow panties covered her wide bottom, two large eyes on each cheek, depicting some cartoon character Roy couldn't recognize. Regardless, he didn't try to reject the fact his cock was growing at the sight of his stepdaughter.
He took a deep breath before stepping into the kitchen and clearing his throat. The minor noise did not deter Emily from whatever had her attention on the phone. Completely unaware of his sexual gaze, she walked mindlessly toward the hallway. As her hips swayed, those eyes watched him, each cheek moving to and fro with each step she took.
Ignoring his swollen cock, Roy sat at the kitchen table and opened his laptop to begin work. Covid had brought his 9 to 5 home but had introduced new opportunities for achievement. His successfully run Facebook fan page was one of those creations and finding an incredible woman online who he had upgraded to perfection. He found love again at age 45, but it didn't stop him from being curious about what lay underneath his stepdaughter's bright panties
Emily walked out of her room, her eyes on her phone and her mind on chicken nuggets.
"Hello, Emily."
She gasped and held her heart, noticing her stepfather. Mr. Roy was a big muscular man. His solid biceps flexed, and his chest was puffed out. His whole aura made her nervous. Not only was he powerful, but Roy also had a dominant voice. She hoped the man never raised his voice at her or her mother. Roy worked out constantly, and he had a fierce, assertive face that she found threatening, along with his intimidating body.
"Hey, Mister Roy," she waved, giving him a sweet smile.
Roy looked concernedly toward her, "Where are you going dressed like that?"
"Oh, I am only going to the door, Roy. I got a package," she fibbed.
Emily wasn't embarrassed about her immodest behavior but felt guilty for ordering takeout.
After going to the door to grab her food, Emily tried to return to her room, but his deep voice stopped her.
"You're too old for SpongeBob," Roy announced, giving her a harsh attitude.
Embarrassment painted her face, blushing her cheeks.
Emily giggled nervously, "It's just a gag, Roy. My friend has the Patrick ones."
"I'm sure your friend has good taste in cartoons, but it's a bit immature, and they are too tight on you. They made those for children, not grown husky women, Emily."
Emily held the bag at her side and swallowed hard to find the courage to say something about his body-shaming opinions.
"It's just a joke, Roy. I've got others, I assure you." Emily rolled her eyes.
"Your mother mentioned your PMS symptoms."
"Excuse me? I-"
"Listen, Emily. I don't want to argue with you. I understand I'm infringing on your turf, and I apologize. Your mother is determined for us to get along, and I...." Roy held his head in his hand, "I just want us to get along well, for her sake."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to get snappy, Roy. I'm so glad you and my mom have found each other or whatever." Emily smiled as Roy nodded at her statement, keeping his worried expression.
"Come here, Emily. I want to show you something."
Before stepping forward, Emily moved the bag behind her back. Her nerves were getting the best of her, and she broke her stride.
"What is it?" Emily asked.
Roy closed his laptop and gazed at her yellow-covered crotch, noticing the bag behind her back.
"Emily. What is that?"
"Um, McDonald's, I got hungry."
Roy shook his head in disappointment, "What did you get?"
"Uh, just a salad."
"I find that hard to believe. You can tell me the truth."
Emily dropped her head as she confessed, "Chicken nuggets."
Roy groaned, "Do you know how many preservatives there are in just one of those little nuggets? It's not even real chicken."
"I know, I just...."
Emily shifted her feet around, wanting to go to her room.
"Come here," Roy adjusted himself and turned toward her in the chair.
Emily hesitated to move, but Roy waved his hand, giving her a calming smile, "I am not going to hurt you. I want to show you your problem areas."
When she got close enough, his large forearm caught her, jerking her near. Emily gasped in his embrace. His body was hard as a rock and unsettling.
"Uh, I should go back to my room. I'm hungry."
"My, my, my," Roy sighed, spreading his palm over her soft stomach, rubbing gently, causing her shirt to come up and show more of her yellow-covered plump mound. He grabbed her small gut in one hand, wiggling it around, causing her to giggle."
When she looked down, his face was stern, "What's so funny? Do you know this is extra weight you need to eliminate, Emily? Health is not a laughable matter, young lady. "
Her eyes rolled, and she stepped away, pulling her shirt down.
"You are a big-"
"I know," Emily whined.
Roy gave her a fierce look, "Do not interrupt me while I am speaking."
His rising voice caused her to back away. But Roy quickly snatched her closer, bringing her D cups inches from his face. Roy smiled, detecting two hardened nipples poking out of the thin fabric.
"Mr. Roy, you don't have to do this," Emily explained, becoming uncomfortable.
"You are so plump and round, Emily. It's a problem not for me but yourself."
Emily kept her eyes on the wall behind his head as his hand roamed her waist.
She could hear him taking ragged breaths before speaking, "Listen to what I have to say. Um, look at your mother. She's happy and healthy now. It's more than healthy eating, you know? You need to move your body." He shook her waist, marveling at how her thighs shook with ease.
"Look at that," he murmured.
