Remy and cyrus

Chapter 4

He pushed back an empty plate that had held a large piece of apple pie and two scoops of ice cream. I had asked Cara for a cup of coffee. It wasn’t as good as the cup I got at Coffee Connection, but I drank it anyway.

He looked up from the table at me. He made me feel nervous. It was hard to get a sense of what his thoughts were. I was used to being in control and he didn’t let me read what he was thinking.

“What secret were you talking about?” He asked me. I took a sip from the cup of coffee and set it back down. I cleared my throat and looked at him.

“I like you because you’re fat.” He looked at me with an expression of shock. “Well, uh, I guess you’re not fat per se, just a bit chubby…”

“Well…” He started. “I…I guess that’s makes my secret a little less surprising.” I waited for him to finish. I had told him what I needed to, so now I wanted to hear what he had to tell me. “I wasn’t always this size. I started putting on a few pounds freshman year, but I didn’t think much about it. I mean, it was just the typical freshman 15.”

“Uh huh.” I could understand that. But I think 15 pounds was not enough to make him look this overweight.

“And, you see, I liked it. I liked the extra weight. That’s when I decided to actually try and put on more weight.”

I had never heard of something like that before. But to be honest, it made sense. I liked exercising and having a muscular body, why should it be different for someone who wanted to be fatter?

“Okay…” I said.

“I started eating more and exercising less. I eat here everyday….that’s how I know Cara.” He sighed. He also wasn’t looking directly at me. I guess this was hard for him to say, but I guess my confession of adoration of his fat body made it a bit easier. “I really like the way my body feels. I like that I’m fat.”

“Then I guess we’re meant for each other.” He smiled. “So, can we go out again?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He sighed. “The reason I didn’t want to go out with you is because I figured you’d eventually notice I was getting bigger and lose interest. It would’ve been like setting myself up for heartbreak.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that.” He smiled. I paid Cara and we went to my apartment.

I wanted to have sex, but I could wait. I asked how much he had weighed and what he weighed now. Freshman year he was 170, but now he’s 225. It really fills out his 6’0 frame nicely.

With all the food from dinner his gorgeous tummy looks even rounder. He took off his sweatshirt and I saw he was wearing a t-shirt from our university that was too small. It was from freshman year. I found it strange that I enjoyed the idea of him getting even bigger.

Wouldn’t it be something if that shirt got even smaller? If he couldn’t wear those jeans anymore? I felt my face go hot and sat on the chair facing him on the sofa. He shifted his weight so that his belly rested on his lap and the t-shirt rode up even further. The button on his jeans popped open and the zipper unfastened all the way.

He could tell this was tuning me on. That made me feel even more embarrassed and aroused. I was used to the turning someone on. I was supposed to be in control. My penis was begging me to do something. But, I ignored it. When he finally went home I must’ve masturbated for hours.