I've carved out my corner in this fluorescent hellhole of a hospital, advocating for plus-size patients who get overlooked like yesterday's charts. My curves? They're my armor, thick thighs that carry the weight of every ignored plea, every sidelined voice. No one touches that. No one worships it. Until him.
He started as the ally I needed, the one whose steady hands steady crises and whose voice cuts through chaos. But one locked supply closet changed the script. Sweat beads down my skin, pressing my fullness against cold metal as his palms map my thighs like sacred territory. Reverent. Hungry. I fought it, told myself it was just adrenaline, but God, those fingers parting my trembling flesh under flickering lights undo every denial I've built.
Now he's everywhere, draping a silken scarf over my heaving curves in some hushed stolen glow, whispering how my body is his obsession, his unraveling. Professional lines? They're ash. Our alliance twists into this forbidden blaze, where he exalts every lush inch I’ve hidden, demanding I surrender the control I've bled for. My program hangs in the balance, my integrity a fragile shield against the insecurities he's cracking wide open.
One wrong whisper, and it all crumbles-my legacy, my self-respect, the empire I've forged from isolation. But walking away means denying the worship my body screams for. How do I claim a man who devours me whole without losing everything I've fought to hold?
A full-length curvy BBW body worship erotic romance featuring a defiant curvy advocate and her curve-obsessed devotee.
