Chapter 3

Two days later he had been true to his word and we were now on our way to a restaurant, he wouldn’t tell me where we were going, but he said I would like the show. I couldn’t think of any local dinner theatre and I was feeling quite puzzled until he pulled into the Golden Corral. I began to giggle a little when I realized what he had in mind; this was one show I couldn’t wait to watch.

We sat down and he ordered the buffet for two, I picked a little but we both knew it was to ward off any complaining from the staff. He ate plate after plate, each overflowing with fried chicken and mashed potatoes, fatty steaks, cheesy pasta dishes, and anything else fried. After what I believe was his tenth plate he began to slow, his basketball belly was resting on his lap and I thought he was finished. He pushed his last empty plate away and said “dinner was great” and I thought we were leaving. Then he stood up and beamed “now it’s time for dessert!” and headed back to the buffet. His dessert intake actually beat that of his dinner, he had eleven plates brimming with sweets. His basketball had been inflated to a small beach ball by this point.

“Okay now it’s really time to go, I’ve eaten more than my fill” he laughed. Despite the heavy meal weighing him down he came around and pulled out my chair for me and walked me to the car, even shutting my door for me. Did I just find a man with manners who doesn’t mind getting fat? This can’t get any better I thought.

And then we got back to his place. He offered me a drink and I had reached my breaking point; I threw my purse and coat on a chair and lunged at him. It was our first kiss, it was really very sweet, for about thirty seconds; but by then I was so turned on I pushed him down onto the couch and straddled him. My hands groped his love handles, making their way around to his massive belly, I wanted to be closer to him; I lifted it and scooted in, letting it drop on my thighs. I could feel his heat and warmth all around me, our hands were everywhere. I’d torn off every stitch of clothing I had on and was now hastily unbuttoning his skin tight button-up. In my haste and his fullness a button flew off and across the room. In seconds there he was right before my eyes, there of more of him than I imagined, he’s put on over fifty pounds since I met him. I mounted his rock hard member and rode my sexy fatty until we both came. As I was lying on his chest after he told me I looked a little overheated and that he would cool me off, he quickly went off the kitchen and returned with a bottle of whip cream; which he proceeded to cover me in and lick off. As the whipped cream made its way into his stomach and my flesh was again visible he informed me that I now looked cold and returned with a huge bowl of hot fudge, I was again covered and licked clean. Now totally sticky I suggested we get in the shower together, I was dying to see that belly all wet after all. We climbed into the steaming hot shower and lathered each other up, my hands all over his body had brought his member to full attention and I got down on my knees to taste him. He exploded in my mouth and I could literally taste all the sweets he’d been eating.

That was our first night together and that has pretty much been every night since, we’ve been dating for three years and his weight climbed steadily during that time finally leveling off around three hundred and twenty pounds, about a hundred pound gain from me and about thirty from the dreaded ex.

Speaking of the ex, we ran into her in the grocery store and she was shocked to her former fiancé so heavy and that little bitch from the bank, me, on his arm. You could literally see her realize her plan had the exact opposite effect she had intended and the avocado she was holding turned to guacamole in here enraged fist.