chapter 4

She knew at work their paths would never cross out of coincidence, he worked down in the tech dungeons linked to the warehouse whilst she was upstairs in the office block, always taking different routes in and out of the building. She wanted to get another glimpse at his face, to be sure. But how? Curiosity had her, she needed this after all the misery, her mind clung to this as something healthy for her Rather than self wallowing in pitty.

It was the winter months and the cold air off the sea gave an unnessisary frozen kiss in the air. She preferred these times as she could wrap up warm, her insulated blubbery layers gone. She turned to some comfy thermals, a very sexy thermal onsie she picked up, white, online purchase, one size fits all. Not the kind of attire to wear on the pull. She had dropped to 332lbs, a shadow of her former self, her body was baggy, saggy and deflated. Not the look of a hip 28 year old but the elastic thermals helped to squash all that in and gave her a more appealing shape. It also controlled the giggling to a certain degree. From her thermals, she got dressed as usual on top. Still wearing cloths that showed off her curves, the thermals have her back the shape she had but just in smaller proportions. She loves her curves, it made her happy that she liked the way she looked, to a certain degree. She did miss her huge rear end, occasionally, on certain evenings. She would slip on a pair of her xxxxxl pjs, stuff them full of pillows and a single duvet. Stretching them and walk around the house, reliving her grand times. She'd map the contours of her padded body, arousal naturally came from these moments. Masturbating with something phalic in shape, a cucumber which gave good reach, warmed to room temperature with a condom fitted. It is worth noting at this point, she enjoyed to plan things.

She slid the green length inside, it slipped in silently, saving for a small squirting sound the deeper it went. She was warm and clammy, her juices were tricking down the side of the cucumber as she gently went back and forth. Loving it, she was rubbing her padded self up against anything in her kitchen, the fridge, worktop anything to feel the pressure of her dimensions. The sensations of her sweaty ass, pressing against the inserted pillows. She both loved and resented.

At work she, knew that the dispatch team were having a bit of a clear out and it was advertise on an internal email that grab what you want as its all going in the skip by Friday. She knew this was a perfect excuse to get down there to the same area as where he worked. Hoping to bump into him. Seeing as office staff never went down there, nor did they have the health and safety to do so. Plus she wanted to play it cool. She went down, had a potter and noticed they were throwing out weighing scales. These were large ones which consisted of a big square pressure plated wired to a digital display. They dispatch team used them to calculate consignments for couriers to uplift. These were perfect, for any future scenario that may wishfully unfold. She asked the courier team jestingly if a young lad was available to give her a hand. The team which consisted of middle aged men who were sitting about, doing nothing but complaining about policy. Said all the young team are off on some sort of 'boffin' school day. Their language dated. Disappointed, she was left to carry it to her car all by herself.

She felt silly, like a teenager, trying to manufacture a coinsidental encounter. The week after she was in the kitchen at work waiting for her home made chilli to heat up in the oven. When, this average looking, average, average man walked in asking if he could borrow some milk. She pointed to the fridge and said help yourself without turning round, only seeing the generic workmans uniform, fashioned with an orange high-vis vest. Which completed the number rather well.

He boiled the kettle and made a quite remark about it being cold out, as he made his tea he made a final attempt to get her attention. Saying, 'that smells amazing' she felt happy that someone had complemented her on her cooking, considering a few months ago she was being demonised by her colleagues for eating vast quantities of it. She turned and saw him. It was him! She was sure of it, the man she had an amazing orgasm over, her mind quickly fluttered and meant 'saw online'. Still couldn't quite make it through the safety gear he had on, which puzzled her equally as he was tech based. To which he picked up on and said he was installing something on the roof but he quickly realised she had made him out from the website. He quickly went scarlet, stared at the floor and left the room.

She called out, 'you forgot your tea' to which you heard the hurried footsteps stop for a second and then hurriedly carry on their way. Disappointed, she carried her meal into the toilet cubicle and feasted away. Some habits she still enjoyed.

Upon returning home, she checked her emails to find not only a read receipt of her email but also a response from him. Timed stamped shortly after their encounter. She hurried to the site and logged in, anxiously looking forward to reading his words. He answered nothing in her original reply, except for saying sorry about today and he promised to be embarrassed like a 14 year old when he says hello tomorrow.

The next day, at 3pm there was a little tap on her cubicle. It was him. She was so happy and yet very nervous. He said we are all going out for Anne's retirement after work for a drink, are you coming? She hadn't been invited and in the confusion she said 'yeah' as nonchalant as if she had been invited all along. She hadn't been invited to anything since she ballooned several months ago, many people became annoyed at her, not only at the disgust at her size but also due to the fact that some days she would just sit at her desk, one hand massaging her tits and belly and the other stuffing her face all day long. Some days when she was at her peak size her maternity dress was so stretched it had tiny rips in it, making her pratically visible underneath. The dark colour contrast of her nipples clearly defined and the lengthy crack of her bum cheeks, sucking in whatever material it could find. She was a mess but a big huge, waddling sexy one at that.

At the pub where everyone appeared to be happy to see her but secretly disappointed she turned up, met him, John, another John, of all the names, John at the bar and began to bunny hop from awkward small talk to another. Consuming drink after drink, until the effects of alcohol consumption had evolved the chit chat into a jolly banter. They were so wrapped up in their little world they missed Anne's send of and the departure of many of the attendees. As they left in a moderately drunk state, she waved her arm, aimlessly towards what vaguely resembles a taxi. She hadn't drank for a while let alone been out. John clambered in after her, she gave her address and the taxi sped off. John notified the driver they were about to go passed his flat and to stop. He turned to her and said 'fancy a night cap' slurred of course. She agreed and stumbled out the door.

They got into the flat, she was a little taken in by its small size and displays of geeky trophies of action figures and posters. Shelves and shelves of books. He turned and said all I have is Malibu and Coke, she chuckled and said 'what is a single man doing with Malibu as the single drink in his child's cave' his response was 'I like the taste of the Caribbean'. She struggled to answer at how odd a reply that was I her drunked state. He ushered her into his bedroom where they sat on the bed.

They immediately began drunken kissing one another. No warm up, straight in there. He began to lift her blouse when he felt her thermals underneath. She chucked and told him it was cold outside. She assisted with the undressing of his work trousers and the rest of her blouse. He looked at her onsie and said 'how are we going to work this?' She told him to wait, nursing an erection with the lights off. She gingery unzipped the back and immediately the material snapped back exposing her back fat. She jostled the top half down to her waste with her back to him, lit by the warm glow of the street lights. She bent over to pulled the legs over her feet, the action greatly magnifying the scale of her blessed rump. 'No pants today then' he noticed that she went commando in her onsie, she told him playfully that he wouldn't get anything if he kept that tone. With a swift action, she rolled over on the bed on her back, legs slightly apart inviting him to come closer. Her belly rose, bloated from the drink, her still sizeable breasts dropped to the sides slightly, creating a small valley between them enough to give her a blinkered view of his approach. They were both naked at this point and as he clambered from the bottom of the bed towards her, she arced her legs and let them fall to each side, beconing him in. Rather than feeling intense pleasure of his hands sliding over her thighs, squeezing their fat. Momentary horror struck her, she had not shaved her legs, for several weeks now. She didn't need to, plus she recollected she was rocking a pretty deep 1970's style pubic garden. Being so big earlier, she couldn't groom herself down then and simply left it. With out hesitation, she lunged forward, surprised that she moved so fast grabbed his face, sandwiched them between her breasts and pulled him up her body, in doing so avoided a potentially embarrassing session of oral play but brought his erect penis straight into her wet pussy. He slid right in, a combination of alcohol, being quite attested to him, the kissing, the act of sex and the fact it had been a while meant she was sexually ready for this. He let out a passiote groan from being smothered in her breasts and the warm intense please of being inside her...

To be continued...