chapter 4

I had been avoiding Danny all week, but I didn't think I was avoiding him. Honestly, it was his answer that I didn't want to face.

I would probably feel better if he wasn't eating all the time. I'd see him eating candy in the hallways, huge portions at lunch, and potato chips in his truck after school. I had no idea how you could find the way someone ate to be attractive, but when he chewed, it would drive me crazy.

I just wanted him to say that he loved me, but you couldn't force someone to say that. I was on my bed reading a magazine and it was a Sunday. "Hey ***, someone's at the door for you." Robbie.

"I'm not a ***, ***, and who is it?" I didn't know why I was asking; I knew who it was. Only one person ever came to see me at home.

"Yeah, you are," he retorted.

"I'm not!"

"Yeah you are, ***." He really was such a jerk. He went into his room. I went to the door; it was cracked open a bit.

"Hey, can we talk?" he asked.

"Okay." I went outside. He wasn't that much taller than I was, but he always seemed so much bigger. His shoulders were broader, his feet bigger, and I felt small when I was around him. I felt safe around him.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I...I haven't..."

"It doesn't matter," he said seriously. "I've wanted to tell you that I love you too and it...it might sound really shallow, but...but I'd leave him for you."

"But..." I wanted to protest for Sampson. I was an idiot.

"That's why I invited him to stay next weekend."

"You what?" I nearly shouted, terrified at the idea of Sampson being close to him again.

"I invited him here so I could break up with him in person." I was so happy, but confused. I felt bad for taking him away from somebody else. What right did I have to make him my boyfriend?

"I love you." He stepped closer to me. I could smell his strong scent. He stepped closer. I could feel the heat from his body. He kissed me. I felt his surprisingly soft lips and his even softer belly press against me.

It must have gotten bigger since he had gotten home. All of him seemed bigger since he had gotten home, his chest, arms, belly, legs, and his...butt. His ass was already one of his best and biggest features, but now, it had gotten even larger and sexier. "I don't think your diet is working," I said after we had finished.

"....I know. Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" It was his mom banning junk food in the house and only cooking healthy dishes. She didn't know he ate twice as much away from home to compensate.

"I mean, Sampson got me when I looked good, so why should you get any less?"

"I doubt I'm getting less..."

"I can lose it." I couldn't lose his size. I really enjoyed it. It added to his appeal and the safe, warm feeling I got when I was around him.

"No!" I sort of hollered in distress "I...I like it." I ran my fingers through my hair. My face was red. I just knew it had to be.

"But if I don't lose it now, I'll just end up getting fatter," he started. "When I go to the gym I only lift weights. That's not going to help me with this." He shook his belly with both hands.

"I wouldn't mind," I said. "Ugh, this is so weird. I...I like that you've...you've gotten bigger, fatter."

"That is weird." I could have died. "But I guess I'm weird too...I like it, getting bigger."

"You do?" I felt serious relief.

"Yeah," he said. He kissed me again. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye Danny." He smiled at me before walking off to his truck, perfect ass shifting in his too tight jeans.