Chapter 2

My doorbell rang at exactly 8:29, oh my god how I love a prompt man, and there he stood looking so plump and handsome, in his trendy but tight outfit, I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to hold back from leaping on him that very instant. I swear I could hear the buttons on his shirt crying. Fortunately he warmly greeted me with a hello and hug, a deliciously soft, warm and strong hug might I add, and I had regained my composure. I grabbed my jacket and purse and he steered me out the door.

“You… you look… great!” I managed to stammer as we walked together to the bar a block from my place. “Thanks! You look gorgeous as usual” he returned in his typical smooth manner. We were at the bar before and getting seated before we had a chance to say much else. It was pretty packed tonight and the staff must have assumed we were on a date because they sat us in the one of those tiny curved booths that always makes me think of the word “lovers”.

As I was trying to think of something to say and he turns to me and bluntly asks “You said I looked great earlier: did you really mean that or were you just trying to be nice?” “I most definitely meant that!” I assured him; I shot him a flirty look “How could I not?”

His expression grew slightly stern and he launched into his story: “Well like you know I’m engaged, things were going great for the first year or so but after that she began to pressure me, she bullied me into proposing to her for god’s sake! And I made the mistake of telling her about how a beautiful woman came into the bank and asked me out and how I turned that woman down because of my love for her. I thought it would soothe her jealously, but sadly it did the exact opposite. Every night when I got home she would interrogate me about my day and if I had cheated yet. I think she saw her last chance at controlling me when she noticed me sweet tooth, after dinner I just have to have something sweet, I can’t help myself; I’m literally powerless to the call of sugar. And she jumped on that, suddenly there were always cookies, cakes, donuts, ice cream, you name it; it was in our house. She acted like she was just trying to be nice but if I said I was too full for a second or a third she would nag me about how she slaved away over a hot oven for me; until I’d eaten them all. I guess she figured if she fattened me up enough no other women would want me.” He finished in a matter of fact way.

“Wow, just… wow. I can’t believe she would go to such lengths to control you. And I have to tell you, her plan sucks; you’re even harder to resist with those extra pounds she’s got on you.” I gave him a comforting smile and placed my hand into his, which was sitting open and waiting on the table. He squeezed my hand and smiled at me. “I’m glad to hear you say that, 1. You don’t think I’m just crazy; she really is doing this to me intentionally, and 2. You think I’m still attractive with this” and with that he released my hand to lift and drop his large belly.

I watched it bounce for a few moments before answering. “Well since you’ve been so honest with me I feel like I should go ahead and tell you, I have a thing for chubby guys, even fat guys, I don’t know why. But seeing you spill out of those pants makes me almost grateful to your meanie fiancé.” This time we both smiled.

“Well, I’m really glad we decided to do this,” he said, “I now know that I truly want to end things with her and I’ve found a woman who will still want me even if my six pack has become a keg.” We both laughed more and enjoyed lighter more casual conversation as we finished our drinks. I invited him back to my place for dessert and he enthusiastically agreed.

As I unlocked the door he came up behind me and his belly pressed into the small of my back, sending goose bumps down my spine. I turned to face him “None of that mister, I’m ready to tear my clothes of in this hallway with your sexy stomach pressing against me like that!” I whispered into his ear. “We have to save that kind of fun until you have officially ended things with the fiancé. But until then we can have other kinds of fun: I got you a German chocolate cake and I baked you three dozen cookies. No pressure though, I’m not that type of girl.” I laughed and he looked past me into my apartment where the cake was visible over the top of the counter and licked his lips. “I’m sure I’d prefer fun with YOU but this kind of fun is going to hit the spot! She had me eating so much I can’t stop! Thank god you like the fatties!” he laughed and dug into the cake. I brought him a glass of whole milk and I thought he couldn’t be any more right.

The evening went off without a hitch, we had so much chemistry I thought sparks might literally start flying and he finished of all the desserts and the entire gallon of whole milk. When hugged me goodbye I noticed his belly was hard from all he had eaten and roughly the size of a basketball, I had plenty of time to make this observation because he keep my wrapped in those thick arms for quite some time. He promised he would end things with his fiancé tomorrow and then he would take me on a proper date.