Chapter 3

“Why don’t you come over to my place for coffee?” said Marina. “It’s just around the corner from here.”

At Marina’s apartment, Jeff decided to tempt fate. He unbuttoned the button on his pants and sighed in relief as Marina watched in fascination. He walked across the room, pulled her close and kissed her firmly. She relaxed, her tongue probing between his teeth and her hands squeezing his plump behind.

“Marina,” he said. “You like me, don’t you?”

“Quite a lot,” she laughed. “Or I wouldn’t be doing this, would I?”

“No, I mean, you like my jelly rolls.”

“That,” she said, kissing his soft chin. “Yes, as it happens. I like big men.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I were even bigger?”

“Mind?” She laughed again. “Jeff, I’d adore it.”

He thought about this for a moment.

“You might even be willing to…. help me gain weight?”

She was caressing and squeezing his belly now, but broke off when he said this. She had an odd look on her face.

“Wait here,” she said and left the room.

Oh shit, oh shit, thought Jeff, I’ve blown it now. No woman could want to fatten up a fatty.

Marina returned carrying a carton of double fudge chunk ice cream.

“Here. Sit down, big boy,” she purred. He sat abruptly. “I bet you think you can’t eat anymore. But you’re wrong, little piggy. I’ll show you how.”

She spooned up a little ice cream and popped it in her own mouth.

“Mmmm, that’s good. Do you want some, my nice fat man? Here, open your mouth, that’s a good roly-poly lover boy.”

She fed him a bite, then gave him the spoon and the carton.

“Here, keep eating. Don’t rush yourself. Enjoy it. I’m going to be busy for a little while.”

She unbuttoned his shirt slowly and kissed her way downward. She paused to tease his manboobs with her tongue, then lingered over the curve of his belly. Jeff ate bite after bite of the cold, creamy dessert as Marina teased him with the prospect of pleasure. Sometimes her fingers brushed his erect cock, but it took her a long time to reach it. Finally she helped him heave himself off the sofa and pulled down his pants and his boxers.

She looked at him with delight and reached for his penis, but he stopped her.

“Wait,” he said. “I want you to be naked as well. I want to see you, feast on you.”

He burped as he said this. She laughed and pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a black bra holding in her sizeable breasts. There was a fold of soft flesh at her belly, though she had a relatively narrow waist that swelled outward to round hips. She pulled of her jeans with a sexy shimmy. He caught his breath.

“Just one second,” she said and ran to the bedroom, returning quickly with a condom. He pulled it on and then she was on top on him on the couch, he was sliding into her, filling her up just as she had filled him up. He was too stuffed to move so she took the active role, writhing and pumping until they both came in a screaming burst. Panting, she kissed his forehead.

“Wow,” said Jeff. “I don’t remember it being like that with us, back in the day.”

“It wasn’t,” she said as she pulled him out. “I didn’t know what I wanted and you were a skinny little shrimp. I liked your personality but your body never really did it for me. I didn’t know why, then.”

“And now you know? How about this?”

He brought up a hand teasingly to her vulva, gently searching for her clitoris. With soft, gentle tapping and rougher rubbing, he brought her to the edge of ecstasy again and again, rubbing his belly with his other hand as she squirmed, sighed and screamed with delight.

“Ha ha,” she said at last. “You certainly didn’t know how to do that at twenty.”



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Marina and Jeff saw each other often over the months and weeks that followed. Though Jeff had gained deliberately in the past, he had never had someone encourage him the way Marina did. She helped him push past his limits. Their time together was a blur of food and sex, laughter and loving.

It was no surprise to either of them when Jeff put on more than a few pounds, much more swiftly than ever before. Each added inch or fold was a cause for celebration to them. Jeff developed purple streaks as his belly grew by the day.

For their one year anniversary, Jeff decided to take Marina back to Soho, where they had had their first official date. He tried to put on the same clothes, but the pants no longer fit over his plump thighs and none of the buttons would meet on his blue shirt. It was no wonder, he though, standing in front of his mirror again, as he had gained over sixty pounds in the past year. He now clocked in at 308 pounds, which on his 5’9’ frame was substantial. He chuckled. The view of his feet was definitely a thing of the past. But every day Marina made sure he knew how gorgeous and sexy she found him. He pulled on a pair of dress pants and chose a new, larger shirt. He fished out the little box he had hidden in his bedside table. Tonight was the night he would ask Marina to join him for a lifetime of fat love. He smiled. He would never have believed when he started out the door to that reunion that he would be so very fat and happy a year later.