Chicken wings, cheese fries, maybe a slice of pizza or two... this is where Leah's trouble begins. When she gets on the scale, she realizes her fondness for all things fried, dipped in chocolate, or smothered in cheese has become a hazard to her thighs. It's time to take matters into her own hands and feel the burn, or at the very least find someone who can help her to "find" the burn she can't seem to locate. Leah hires a personal trainer and she's not at all worried about him seeing her flabby thighs, because all personal trainers are gay...or at least that's what she thinks until Erik comes to give her the workout of her lifetime. All four hundred and twenty years of that lifetime, that is. Erik and Leah fall wildly in lust with each other. The chubby vampire is having the romp of the millennium, except for one small problem. She's falling in love with the very human Erik... And Leah's daddy hates humans...