#023 Natali the Bengali Size Queen (Part 1)
Meet Natali, the average girl next door who is secretly a size queen. She starts off by talking about marriage and what she wants in life, and how it's hard for her to get it.
Note: This is a real story with real events, but the names have been changed and personal identifying information is always redacted in audio recordings and screenshots.
Warning: This is just a kink, and the content is meant for pleasure. If you are distressed, stop reading and seek help.
Note: This SPH story will take some time to set up properly. This first part might not have any elements of kink, but it serves to give an impression of what Natali is like by hearing her talk candidly about mundane stuff. It also serves to show the reader how the topic of penis size was brought up in the conversation, and it is my hope that after you get a sense of what Natali is like, you’ll be well prepared to get your mind blown by what she has to say on the topic of size in the other parts of the story.
Natali is a law student from Bangladesh. I talked to her on a serendipitous Friday night when she was supposed to be doing an assignment that was due the next day. She didn’t feel like studying, but she wasn’t doing anything lively with her Friday evening either. No going out, no socializing, no partying. Instead, Natali sat at home contemplating her condition in life as a single woman in her mid-twenties studying for a law degree.
The procrastination gave way to ruminations on what she wanted in life. She shared some of her thoughts with me. Even though she was going for a law degree, she had no passion for it. It was a pure pragmatic affair: a law degree to secure her future in her home country of Bangladesh. She told me she didn’t really want to study or work, or do anything that required any effort. She idealized women in the 1950s who could just stay home and take care of the household. That was what she aspired to be, although it was more complicated for her nowadays than if she had been born in the 50s.
I told her she could still achieve her goal without necessarily becoming a housewife. She asked me how she could do that, and I gave her the obvious answer: becoming a sugar baby. Although I said it in jest, Natali gave it serious thought. She categorically rejected the idea. I told her jokingly that being a sugar baby and being a housewife were practically the same thing. She countered that sugar babies had no dignity.
I thought about it some more, and I suggested that Natali marry a rich guy to solve all her problems. Her immediate answer was: “Why would a rich guy marry me?” I was struck by how realistic she was about her situation in life. I had expected her, like the majority of girls nowadays, to entertain extravagant fantasies about what kind of men she could get on the dating market, but Natali surprised me with her sober appraisal.
She considered herself “average guy material”, and she didn’t think she had what it took to get a rich guy to be interested in her. I delved deeper into the topic with her, and she eventually confessed to me that she didn’t think she was a “hot girl”, and that only stereotypical hot girls could get rich guys.
I countered that not all rich guys marry supermodels, but Natali wasn’t convinced. She had a whole argument laid out in her mind that she must have come up with through her own ruminations on many a Friday night. She told me that if a rich guy marries a girl who isn’t hot, then the girl would have to be smart enough to intellectually challenge him, hence the appeal. I was about to bring up Natali’s intelligence as an asset, but she already knew what I was going to say. She told me that if she had to work hard even after marriage, then there was no point in it in the first place. Natali conceived of marriage as something that would allow her to take the back seat and avoid not only working, but thinking as well. She wanted the man to do everything for her.
I asked Natali what her plan was. It seemed like she was in a dilemma: she didn’t want to be a sugar baby, yet she couldn’t find a rich guy. She didn’t want to work either, so the only option left was to marry an average guy. An average guy, however, wouldn’t be capable of supporting Natali financially, which defeats the point of getting married in the first place in Natali’s eyes. That’s why she was pursuing her degree: so she could at least support herself in a law career until she retires. She didn’t see a way out.
Although Natali was pained by her condition, she at least had a sense of humor about it. She kept railing against marriage as a pointless endeavor nowadays. I told her jokingly that there was still a point in marriage: getting divorced afterwards and taking half of the guy’s money. She told me it didn’t work that way in her home country, and even if it did, Natali was too much of a good person to do something like that.
I kept making jokes to liven up Natali’s mood: I told her that she just had to find a really rich guy, so that divorce wouldn’t affect him financially, someone like Jeff Bezos. Natali persisted in her utter conviction that rich men didn’t want her. I told her Bezos married a regular woman. Natali hazarded a guess that she must have met Bezos before he was rich, but I corrected her. Eventually, she told me that Bezos’ ex-wife must have had something going on for her, and that Bezos would have never married her if it hadn’t been for that unknown element. That element, Natali lacked and would never have.
I resigned myself to Natali’s position, and tried to convince her instead to at least pursue a career that she’d actually enjoy. I thought we would embark on a conversation about her passions in life, but Natali told me she didn’t want to do anything. I pressed her hard to find something she enjoyed, and the only two activities she could think of were cooking and cleaning, hence her desire to be a housewife. She was utterly uninterested in anything else.
Then it dawned on me: Natali could just become hot! I imagined her dedicating herself to going to the gym and dieting accordingly and going above and beyond to transform herself from an average-looking girl to a hot “rich guy material” type of girl. It would be an investment worth putting time, effort, and resources into. The return on that investment, namely marrying a rich guy, would be life-changing for Natali. I shared my insight with her, but she wasn’t impressed.
Natali told me that even if she undertook such a crazy investment and succeeded in becoming hot, she’d be in her late twenties by the time she’d find a rich guy. Her looks would eventually fade with age, and she feared the guy would simply replace her with a younger, hotter woman because he’d have only married Natali for her looks.
I reminded Natali that if her future rich husband sought to replace her, she’d still have the option to divorce him and take half his wealth, but Natali was still not convinced. She thought those ten or fifteen years would be better spent pursuing a career in law which she could always rely on for financial support, even if it meant overworking herself in the office. I told her it would be miserable, but she thought the alternative was equally miserable. I told her she could always pursue her law degree after getting married, but she didn’t like that idea either.
I asked Natali how much weight she’d have to lose if she decided to become hot. It seemed that Natali felt so hopeless about avoiding a working life that she let herself go and gained a few pounds—thirty pounds to be exact. At her stature of 5' 7", she weighed about 160 lbs. It wasn’t all that bad. She still looked attractive, although in the girl next door kind of way.
I reassured Natali that she could manage to lose the extra 30 lbs over a period of two years, then I started jokingly making a plan for her: lose the weight, then get a BBL (Brazilian butt lift), start making TikTok videos, post thirst traps on Instagram, and start a career as an influencer to make easy money without any hard work. Natali was horrified: she didn’t see herself in that plan at all. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she sexualized herself to men on purpose, especially if she was making a living off of it. I told Natali that men sexualized her either way, and that she should at least profit from it. She joked that men wouldn’t be able to sexualize her if she didn’t leave her house.
I told Natali that there was probably at least one guy out there in the world jerking off thinking about her, sexualizing her. I told her that if she worked as a lawyer, it was inevitable that men would sexualize her. She told me she’d probably work from home and avoid going out, that she would cover all her skin from her neck to her toes, and she even joked about gaining more weight to be even less attractive to men. I told her that weirdos on Zoom calls would still jerk off to her face or voice as a future lawyer. Natali didn’t think her face was anything special, although she did look cute. My point was that men were always going to sexualize her, so why not profit from it at least if she didn’t want to work hard?
Natali told me that making money from her body would just end up driving her into depression. She yearned to have a man provide for her out of true love, and she couldn’t stand the idea that she’d be unworthy of such a thing. I told her she could still have a husband and make money from her looks online, but she didn’t want to have anything to do with the men masturbating to her looks. She didn’t care much if a guy jerked off to her as long as she didn’t know about it and wasn’t participating in it in any capacity (like she would be if she were an influencer).
I could have never predicted where the conversation went with Natali, but what she ended up telling me about her sex life and her preferences blew my mind.