chapter 3

It had been arranged that I would go pick up Debbie from her apartment, I got there at 6, buzzed up & riding the elevator I started getting an erection thinking about Debbie. How beautiful she is, how fat she is how lucky I was!

The door was open to the only apartment on her floor, she must have heard the lift ping as I heard her voice call 'Come in, nearly ready!'

I walked in saying 'Hi?', 'Won't be a minute' I heard from the next room. I was looking out of the window when I saw her reflection behind me. Turning, my eyes widened & my jaw dropped. 'You look fantastic!' I gasped. Debbie was wearing what I guess was a body-con dress made of what appeared to be dark, dark green velvet. It was high necked so caused her neck fat to overflow seductively, the dress had one long sleeve coming down to mid forearm but was sleeveless on the other side. This gave me my first sight of her big, flabby upper arm uncovered which jiggled sexily as she brushed away a hair. The dress was so tight, so form hugging I could see every bulge, crease & fold of her gorgeous body. The lace pattern of what appeared to be at least 1 size too small a bra could just be discerned. The fat of her shoulders & breasts swelling gently around the bra & straps.

Below her massive boobs, her enormous & sexy belly stretched the fabric so tight the wide oval of her belly button could be seen. The dress came down to just above Debbie's knees. She turned round slowly, raising her arms slightly, bingo wings swinging plumply 'Do you like my dress?'

'I love it! You look beautiful, Debbie!' As she turned her monstrous bum wobbled & I noticed she was wearing stockings & suspenders as fat bulged deliciously around the straps & at the top of the stockings. She appeared to be wearing what must be the biggest available thong by the vpl & lace pattern I could see. She carried on turning in her stockinged feet, 'Does my bum look big in this dress?' she giggled. I laughed and said 'Huge!'

'Glad you like, shall we go', she padded/waddled/wobbled towards the coat rack by the door. I could hear the soft hiss of her fat, stockinged legs rubbing together. Debbie stepped into a delicate pair of backless, black kitten heels & put her coat on. I was, again, mesmerised by her shifting, undulating rolls of blubber. 'I'm starving!' she said, 'but I need a cocktail first, come on.'

I left first so she could lock up, 'You smell amazing' I said leaning into her my hand resting on her back, feeling her back fat quiver as she moved. 'You look pretty good, Paul, look out town here come the beautiful people!' she laughed.


Debbie had ordered a taxi to the bar even though it was only half a dozen streets away, I guessed so she didn't have to waddle the distance & get too hot, sweaty & breathless. Luckily it was a black cab so the doors were big enough to fit the big fat beauty. Even so it was a tight squeeze, her hips having to twist to get through the wide door. I imagined seeing her in her lingerie & had to shake myself. Debbie was slightly breathless with the exertion as she told the driver where to take us.

I sat on a fold down seat although there was some room on the seat beside Debbie not enough to fit me. Plus I got to take in her constant wobbling & jiggling over the bumpy roads. I got out at the bar first & helped Debbie out as she huffed & puffed, flushing a little which I found remarkably sexy. The bar was not very full, a group of 4 girls & 2 couples, music was playing quietly as we walked in. I helped Debbie off with her coat and she dropped heavily onto quite a low but forgivingly wide sofa. When her waves of fat had come to a rest I asked 'What would you like?', 'Long Island Iced Tea', she replied (the most calorific cocktail, I thought) 'and could you get a large portion of their home-made pork crackling, dinner isn't for an hour & I haven't eaten since 5?', (an hour ago, what a healthy appetite!). As I made my way to the bar I overheard 'look at the size of her!', 'blimp', 'blob', 'how could she?', 'how could he?'.

I returned to my beautiful blubbery, goddess with drinks & crackling & squeezed in beside her, pressing up against her soft warm fat I was so turned on. I'd made the mistake of putting the drink on the table in front of us and Debbie tried to reach forward but her massive breasts & belly stopped her being able to, rolls of fat straining the seams of her beautiful dress. 'Sorry' I said and passed her the drink. 'Cheers' we said as we clinked glasses.

'I like it here' she said looking round, her fat neck quivering as she did. 'I'm not sure about the clientèle' I replied. 'Why?' 'Did you hear any of what they said when you sat down?' She smiled and raised an eyebrow 'Of course I did, I get it all the time. It doesn't bother me, in fact' she lowered her voice to a whisper, 'it sort of turns me on. I like hearing people comment on my size, how big I am, how fat I am. I even like hearing names like blimp, lard-ass, whale and especially fatty.' I looked at her quizzically, 'Actually I'd really like it if, when we alone, you'd call me fatty. I'd like you to tell me how big & fat I am as well, maybe describe my body. It would really turn me on.' I gulped & smiled, is there a more perfect woman on earth, I thought. 'I'll do anything you want', whispering, 'fatty'. She blushed a little & giggled sexily. 'How about some pig fat?' she motioned to the crackling, I passed her the bowl. I'd ordered 4 portions of the crackling & ended up eating about half a dozen pieces before this gorgeous, gluttonous girl polished off the rest. I was loving watching her eat, her pudgy fingers stuffing the fatty, salty snacks into her mouth. She teased me, licking her fingers often & seductively the cocktail obviously having an effect.

I finished my Old-Fashioned & she was finishing her cocktail so I said, 'Another?' 'I'll get these' she said. I felt the mass of flesh next to me begin to shudder, Debbie was holding out her arms to try to lever her massive bulk up off the sofa. Her fat bulged & folded with her movement & her face was getting redder with exertion. I probably left it too long, relishing the sight of her bloated body in motion so jumped up saying ' These sofas are so low'. I helped her up with both of us gasping & laughing & sat back down. Her bag was by the sofa on the floor so she had to turn her back to me to get it. At the sight of her bending over, her immense bottom bulging inches from my face I nearly exploded! The way she looked at me as she turned to the bar told me she knew exactly what she had just done.


I could not take my eyes off her as she waddled to the bar, it was still quiet enough to hear her heels clack & her fat thighs hiss against each other. I adored the way her rolls of back fat continued to wobble & quiver after she had stood still. The bar was getting fuller & a young woman was stood next to Debbie and the comparison was fantastic. While about the same height & definitely not skinny the woman's hips were narrower than one of Debbie's thighs. Debbie was probably 2 or 3 times the weight of the other woman. I was so happy to be with this gigantic, fat woman!

Watching her return to the sofa was equally as sexy. Her big round boobs bouncing with each short step, her immense double belly swinging & quivering. She held out the drinks for me to take & dropped heavily onto the sofa next to me. As we drank I gently stroked her soft, fat, bare upper arm & we talked about what we had done since we last met until it was time to go for our dinner.

The restaurant was on the same street so no taxi this time. I would be treated to Debbie's little, breathless gasps of exertion from the sort walk. We walked hand in hand down the street, quite obviously in love with each other.

I guessed Debbie came here often as the waitress knew Debbie by name & showed us to table at the rear of the restaurant with a bench seat against the wall so this great big fat babe could seat her ample bum. It was a buffet style restaurant so after ordering wine we both got up for a plate of food.

Debbie had of course managed to pile twice as much as me onto her plate and I commented on this which made her giggle, 'Got to maintain this figure don't I?' On our second bottle of wine, my third plate of food & Debbie's fourth I asked 'Can I ask you a personal question?' Debbie wrinkled her cute little nose, giddily, 'OK?!' she said cautiously. 'Does being so......cause you any......problems?' She snorted, 'Oh Paul, you are my kind of guy!' Her fat hand squeezed my thigh. 'Just let me get a refill' she said, unsteadily getting up. She came back to the table with her fifth plate of food, no smaller than the first. 'Last one' she said, 'must leave room for pudding!'

'Being so big, being so fat does have.....issues. My arse is so big, so wide I haven't found a chair with arms I can fit in for years! My girth, the size of my big fat belly, the width of my gigantic hips does make me have to squeeze through some doorways. Oh and sexy, modern clothes are a bitch to find. I can get American clothing online & I do get some made but I do love to shop for clothes & it's so limited. But I love outgrowing clothes, the tightness on my fat body. On the up side I am so aware of my body, I love the feeling of my fat wobbling & quivering with every little movement. I love the feeling of being stuck in chair, in a doorway. The way I'm looked at. I love the breathlessness I get from mild exercise'.

She stopped & looked at me. In that moment we knew we would be together forever, we kissed passionately, tongues wrestling. My hand went up to her heaving gut, feeling the soft fat wobble as we kissed. We came up for air both a bit dazed. 'Time to go?' I said hopefully. 'Just a small dessert please?' she implored. 'OK', whispering 'fatty'. She smiled beautifully & waddled off for more food.