Thick thighs save lives. My sister has it emblazoned on a t-shirt. But I'm not convinced until her curvy best friend walks into my gym, looking for a personal trainer. Haley's got my attention with her lush lips and shy eyes. I want to wear her thick thighs like ear muffs, and if that's wrong, I don't wanna be right. When my heart pounds at her nearness, I know the truth immediately... I'm a thigh guy. She wants to feel more comfortable in her skin. I know exactly how to make that happen. And it has nothing to do with lifting weights. I'm going to show her what it's like to be utterly adored. Worshipped. I plan to kiss every sumptuous curve, every hill and valley until I make Haley mine forever.

Big buns mean more fun. I know it’s true because I spent summers with my best friend and his sister as a teen. Kimmi and I shared enough laughs to make me realize, even then, that she was meant for me. But our family got in the way, and over the years I lost hope that I’d ever have a chance with my big booty cutie. Except now, her brother is married and finally minding his own business. Or at least distracted with his own love story. If I can get Kimmi to remember how good we can be together, I can win her. I know it. She thinks I don’t notice her. What she doesn’t realize is I’ve been dreaming of her lush curves. Of kissing that sweet grin from her lips. Of keeping her forever. I like buns, hun. After all these years, I’m going to show her who I really am: The man who can handle all that junk in her trunk… and her tender heart.

This pudge won’t budge. Trust me, I’ve tried. Curvy, quiet Shay Parson won’t give me the time of day, even though I’ve been working with her for weeks. I’ve never met a babe who can resist my charms, but that’s not why I want her so bad. There’s something about this dark-haired beauty that makes me want to push her. Test her. Bring her out of her comfort zone, and into my bed where I can show her the only pounds that matter are the ones I give her with my hips. She doesn’t know it, but… I wanna nudge that pudge. When I get a peek into her big heart, I realize Shay could be the one I’ve been waiting for. The one I want to spend forever with. Now, I just need to make her see me for who I really am. Not the flirty, care-for-nothing, meathead she thinks me to be. But I got a plan. It will take a little pizza, lots of listening, and a match-making grandma to help me convince my curvy cutie that I’m her happily-ever-after.

Chubby wants a hubby. At least, I hope she does. Because I’m ready to settle down and I’ve got my eyes set on sassy, sumptuous Mischa. She’s stunning in every way, even if she doesn’t think so. She says “birthing hips”. I say “perfect to grip”. Tomato, tomahto. She’s my happily-ever-after, and I can prove it. But only if I can get the adorable little chatterbox to stop talking long enough to ask her out… I’ll show her I’m husband material. Except I’m not the only one with marriage on the mind. Her strict parents want her wedded. The sooner the better. When the pressure builds, she does the unthinkable. One tiny white lie, and suddenly, I’m her fake fiancé. Now I have one week to make curvy Mischa mine for real.