chapter 6

It's been about a month since that second date and our first love making. I still go to the cafe a few times a week after work but often, I stay and go home with Jean-luc. We've spent nearly every night together since that day. I'm sure he has put on a few pounds since I help to keep him stuffed full of rich and fattening foods. On nights that we don't leave the cafe together, I go to my place and cook him a feast. When he arrives, I fill him with food and wine and then I usually let him relax on the couch and I rub his belly while he digests. The waistband of his pants is even tighter now and his round belly hangs just a little. He's getting more perfect with every pound.

I haven't yet told him that I want to stuff him in bed and make love. I guess part of me is afraid that he won't like the idea or he will break up with me. I've fed him dessert after making love several times and he always falls asleep instantly. In the morning, I seem to always wake up with my hands on his belly. Jean-luc teases me that I only like him for his belly. Usually when he says that I will playfully cup one of his flabby pecs in my hand and jiggle it. His chest has softened more and soon he will have full fledged moobs. I love my life right now.

Yesterday was one of the best days I can remember. I woke up next to Jean-luc in my bed. I kissed him and got up to get ready for work. I was fully dressed when he finally dragged himself out of the bed. He said he felt very heavy today. I had a great idea that he should weigh himself. I told him I have a scale if he wants to weigh himself. He nervously laughed and said he hadn't done that in a while! I got it for him and left the bathroom to give him privacy. I heard him step on the scale and I peeked in to see him trying to read it around his belly. Just then he called me. He couldn't see it at all. I came in to help him and there was an error. I told him that I thought my scale might stop at 300. He had a strange look on his face and said, "I weigh more than 300 pounds now?" I rubbed both of my hands down over his chest and his belly. I told him he was gorgeous.

At work I had a great day and I was recognized for my work on a recent project. I didn't go to the cafe after work because I had a dr appointment. My check up went fine and after I left there I went to Target to buy a scale for my fat boyfriend. The biggest one went to 400 pounds. That would do for now. Then I bought a huge load of groceries and headed home. I made lasagna with cheesy garlic bread. The pan of lasagna had to weight 8 pounds. When Jean-luc showed up he said he had a late lunch so he didn't know how much he would eat. I served him a huge portion on the new (larger) dishes that I had picked up. I sat the basket of bread next to him and I poured him a large glass of wine. I knew he couldn't resist my lasagna. He ate his whole serving and about half of the bread. I asked if he could eat just a little more so I didn't have leftovers. He said he would try. I took his plate to the kitchen and put the rest of the lasagna on it. I refreshed the bread bowl. When he started to slow down, I walked over and grabbed his fork. I fed him the rest of his dinner. He leaned back and I could see how tight his clothes were. I told him maybe he should lie down for a little while since he looked tired.

When we went into the bedroom, he sat down to take off his shoes and I heard a loud rrriiiip! He looked shocked and embarrassed he had ripped the side seam out of his shirt. I smiled and said it may be time for some new shirts. We got him out of the shirt and his very tight pants. His belly was the biggest I'd ever seen and it was rock hard. When he settled on the pillows, I rubbed him down with a little massage oil. He fell fast asleep. I cleaned the dinner mess, had some wine and decided to wake him for some fun time.

He was still fast asleep when I started to pull down his boxers and play with him. I couldn't see his face over his belly but I could tell by his moving and his moans that he had woken up. Once he was sufficiently hard, I climbed on top of him. He was huge and I loved to see the ripples move through his fat as I moved. I loved this man so much! When we finished he was hungry. I served him chocolate chip cookie "sandwiches". The filling was homemade vanilla frosting made from tons of sugar and real lard. He ate all 12 Cookie sandwiches and 3 glasses of whole milk.

We each took a shower and got ready to watch a movie in bed. When I got into bed, he told me that this past month had been to good to be true. I snuggled up to him and said I agreed. He looked at me and asked me if I really enjoyed feeding him and I really didn't mind his weight. I kissed him and said I love to feed him and cook for him. I rubbed his belly with my left hand and told him I loved every pound. He said that he wished we lived together so we didn't have to commute between two places and we would spend every night together. I told him that sounds perfect. I would love to wake up and know that I shared a home with the gorgeous Jean-luc.

When the alarm rang today I rolled over and kissed my sleeping man. I mumbled that we should move closer to the city so we could snuggle in bed longer. I was surprised when he said that was a great idea. Were we seriously talking about moving in together? I suppose I have known him for a few years, even if I was just a patron and a woman who watched him gain 150 pounds. I got dressed for work in a fitted black dress and black booties. As I finished putting on my make up Jean-luc came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I love when he does that because I feel his belly pressing up against me. He said that he was serious, we should look at our options to move in together. I turned around and told him we totally should. I mentioned to him that I picked up a better scale if he was interested In weighing himself. He smiled at me and said he was sure last night added a few pounds. He stepped on wearing clothes but no shoes. He asked me to read it and I couldn't believe my eyes. It said 321 pounds. When I looked up and told him, I must have looked excited because he asked me if I liked knowing that. I rubbed his round belly and said of course.

Since he was ready to go, I rode with him. My mind was racing. Would I really take the leap and move in with him? What would it be like if we didn't have to do all of the planning that we do now? He had blown past 300 pounds already and I thought I could feed him even better if we lived together! I made a point to lookup my lease details later. Soon my handsome man dropped me off at my office and as I kissed him good bye, he said he was looking forward to moving forward with our life together. I noticed that his belly was almost touching the steering wheel now! I strutted in to the building confident that I was dating the best man in the whole city!