Chapter 2 - looking for my next boyfriend

But did he enjoy getting fat!

No, I don't think so. My heart is breaking because he is gone now.

I tried to teach him to enjoy getting fat, but it did not seem to do any good.

What a fool he is! He had the chance to live a perfectly wonderful life, and he turned his back on it.

And why? Just because of a little fat. I tell you that is no reason to leave a girlfriend like me. Sometimes I fantasize about finding him again and kidnapping him and forcing him to grow fatter and fatter until he finally gives up. Maybe if I could just make him so fat that he could never become thin again, he would stay with me.

What a fool he is to let me go! So many men would die for such a chance as he had.

There are men who would do whatever I wished them to do. I am young -- just 21 now -- and voluptuous, and I am very convincing. I will make my next boyfriend do everything I desire of him.

He will eat and eat and eat, as much as I put in front of him, whatever goodies I cook him. And when I forbid him to go to the gym or to go jogging, he will listen, not like my ex-boyfriend who was always sneaking off and trying to lose the weight I was working so hard to make him gain.

My next boyfriend will find that his gym membership has been cancelled if he tries such a thing.

I will cook for him, I will spoil him, and all he has to do in return is get nice and fat for me.

I will give him my huge breasts to suck upon, and such a voluptuous body to enjoy, as he feels my hands upon his growing belly. My love will overpower him.

Oh, and he will lower his weight upon me in bed, so his softness can spread over me and warm me all the night long....

Where is my new love? I must find him? Maybe there are some older men playing at the tennis courts today. It's worth a chance.

What I would love to find is another of those aging ex-jocks, some athletic ex-jock who thinks he can beat the odds on middle-age spread. This time, though, I am going to make sure that I slow his metabolism to a crawl, so I can get him so fat he will never get away from me.

I know I can do it with my womanly charms -- with my beauty and delicious cooking, plus my pouty lips between which will pass these words: "Oh, you can go for a run later. Stay in bed with me now, please, please, please..."

He will never know what hit him.

I definitely won't see my ex-boyfriend at the tennis courts today. I gave his cute little tennis outfit to the Goodwill when he could no longer get his shorts up over his thick thighs. And his Small-sized tennis shirt would not stay down over his belly. I doubt he could even get a Small on these days.

Besides, he is going to have to lose a lot of weight before he plays tennis again. If he ever does, haha! I have read that losing belly fat after the age of 35 is nearly impossible, and he is now pushing 40.

He may never lose the weight I put on him. It serves him right for leaving me over such a little thing as getting fat.