chapter 2

A small gasp escaped my lips as I saw him there, standing nearly-naked in the hallway. He towered over me, like some sort of behemoth. He must have been at least six-foot-five, if not more, and I felt miniscule in comparison standing at barely five feet. His arms were thick and strong, each of them as wide as my entire waist, like tree trunks covered in a healthy layer of fat. The sheer amount of fat on his body forced them out to the sides, his hands resting on your bulging hips. His face was rugged and handsome, and I'd been dreaming about running my hands through his bushy beard since the moment I'd laid eyes on him. His neck was as thick as his head, like a champion weightlifter's, and even those hundreds of pounds of fat on his body couldn't disguise his impressive strength and clout.

But his belly stood out from all else. His gut alone looked to be twice my size, spilling out over his waistband, wider than the doorframe I stood in. His chest, powerful and soft, was covered in hair that trailed down your belly. His sides cascaded outwards in thick, doughy rolls.

Without warning he pressed forwards into me. His hands moved to my body with surprising speed, leaning over to slide them down my hips, squeezing my torso. I felt nearly six hundred pounds of sheer masculine bulk against my body, his fat engulfing me, spilling over me. He cupped your hand around my head, running his fingers through my hair before pulling me into his chest. I let out a moan as I was smothered by his body, listening to his heart thud in your chest, his powerful lungs inhaling, the occasional sound of gurgling coming from his overworked stomach.

Not even thinking, I wrapped my arms around him, pleasantly surprised to find that I couldn't even reach all the way to his back. The way his fat covered me, blanketing my arms with warmth, drove me wild, and I struggled to contain myself from bursting right then and there. We stood like that for what must've only been a minute but felt like a lifetime, our bodies pressed together, hearing only the sounds of each other's breathing and the occasional deep grunt as he leaned into me.

"God, you're so fucking tiny," he said, pulling my head back and looking at me. You stroked the soft skin of my cheeks gently. "I've never met a girl like you who was into guys as big as me."

I blushed instantly, stammering, struggling to find the words to express how attracted I felt to the man in front of me. I wanted every inch of him, and I wanted it now. Blood pumped through my veins as I felt my arousal grow, and I nearly burst out how badly I wanted him to fuck me. But I restrained myself for now. I could hardly believe that he was into me, and some part of me was still in denial. But in that moment I knew I had fallen for him, and I prayed that he felt the same way towards me.

"You ever been with a guy as big as me before?" he grunted, placing a hand on his gut to emphasize his point, keeping the other around my back and pulled into him.

"C-can't say that I have, actually," I said, smiling, trying to be cute but doing a poor job at hiding my lust. Without realizing it my hands had been exploring his body the entire time, and he grinned as they wandered down beneath his belly. I was still in shock at how massive he was, how I could barely managed to lift his belly.

"C'mon," he said. "Let's go somewhere a little more comfortable."