And for the First Date - Dinner and... more dinner!

i couldn't believe my luck. saw him standing on a corner the friday before. he was obviously waiting for someone. it was august and it was hot. i felt a bit sorry for him as, being so fat, he was suffering more than most in the heat. he had a folded newspaper in one hand and was leaning up against the wall, his other hand languidly rubbing his massive belly, which was straining against his tight blue dress shirt. he was perspiring, dark patches visible under his thick, fat arms. i couldn't take my eyes off him, and ended up walking around the block about 5 times just so i could stare at his incredible girth and watch him touch himself.

i couldn't get the image out of my mind. all week i thought about his big, round gut. i imagined him rubbing it, slowly, enjoying the feel of its roundness, its solid yet soft mass. reaching underneath and lifting it up gently, feeling the weight of it...

so i wrote a note in one of those 'i saw you' sections of the local alternative paper. never done it before. but i had to do something. i couldn't get my mind off him. and much to my relief and surprise, a few days later i got an e-mail back from him.

and so we decided to meet. we met on the same corner i had saw him the week before. by this time he knew i loved fat men and so was confident that i was already hopelessly turned on by him. i told him i was toned, average size, but with large breasts. not huge, but big for my size. he seemed quite pleased with this and said he preferred an average sized women who loved feeding fat men.

it had cooled down a bit by the time we met and he was wearing jeans - in a very large size, but still tight - and a long sleeve black t-shirt that was just a bit too small. i think he did this on purpose, as his belly hung down a bit below his shirt in a most tantalizing manner. when we met and were chatting he kept pulling it down over his massive gut, but it kept riding up again, showing a large expanse of his soft, white flesh. i had a hard time concentrating on what he was saying. he was about 5'10" and said he weighed about 350 and wouldn't mind being fatter. after some small talk we headed to the restaurant we had decided on. i could see that his walking was a bit labored... carrying that huge heavy belly around was a lot of work.

he was a bit winded when we arrived at the restaurant. and he was hungry, even though he'd eaten just a couple hours earlier. the restaurant was italian and he ordered a huge plate of lasagna, then a plate of linguini, meanwhile eating several baskets of bread. but that still wasn't enough. pushing his chair out from the table to make room for his expanding belly, he picked up the menu in one hand, belching quietly, and starting running his other hand around the widest part of his soft stomach. he groaned as he did this, 'god i'm stuffed, but the food is so good here i think i need to order one last entree.' i was dying to touch his big belly, and was very slightly tipsy by this time from the wine and i couldn't wait any more. 'i want to touch your belly' i said 'let me touch it' he reached under the table and motioned for me to give him my foot. i slipped it out of my sandal and lifted it up. he took it and slipped it under his shirt, which was now riding halfway up his stuffed, white belly. i rubbed my foot all over the warm softness, pressing it gently into his flesh, feeling how full his belly was. 'i think you should definitely eat some more' i said, unbelievably turned on. 'but hurry up, because i want to take you back to my place. like, now.' he ordered a fragrant penne dish and ate it as quickly as he could, while still savoring the wonderful smell and flavor. i watched in silence, both my feet now pushing up against his stuffed gut, one on either side of it, massaging it as best i could in such an awkward position.

we got up to leave. i had to help him up. he groaned, pushing himself up with his fat arms. when he got up he put both hands under his heavy belly, lifting it up and showing it to me 'look how big and heavy it is' he said. other people in the restaurant turned to look at him. his shirt was much tighter now and had ridden up a good 6 inches, his distended belly hanging out the bottom, falling over his belt. he straightened up and stuck it out, rubbing the massive expanse of flesh and groaning loudly. some of the people close to us gave a look of disgust, so i smiled and reached over, rubbing the palm of my hand over his soft, deep belly button and looking at him lustily. they looked away. we both laughed and walked slowly out towards the door.

my car was parked a couple blocks away. he waddled down the sidewalk, his massive belly swaying heavily from side to side as he walked. he was really having a hard time walking, so we stopped and rested for a few minutes. i could see he was breathing heavily, so i said i'd go get the car and bring it around.

my car was fairly small and i had to put the seat all the way back in order for him to fit in the passenger side. even then it was tight. i helped him tilt back the seat. he leaned back and pulled his shirt down over his gorged gut as far it would go, then he just rested his hands on top of his fat, stuffed belly, which had rounded out quite a bit. sitting down his belly almost reached his knees, the soft flab laying on top of his thick thighs.