chapter 2

2 hours later I gently knocked at the door. I made a big pot of my chicken soup with noodles and small dumplings, so that he would be able to fill up his belly but still be able to sleep afterwards. It wouldn't be good for him to lay in bed thinking about everything over and over again.


After an inviting "Come in!" I opened the door and was immediatedly mesmerized be the view. Tom was still laying on the bed, but he had turned on the side so that his enormous belly was spreading beside him like a big sack of flesh. I moaned unintentionally and tried to hide it by telling him that dinner was ready.

He started to push himself into a sitting position which looked like quite a difficult exercise. So I asked if I could help him. He blushed and panted "That would be very kind of you. I can get up myself, but it's much easier with some help."

With my arm he had no problems pulling himself up into a standing position. Of course it was good that I could offer a lot of counterweight myself.

I showed him the way and watched him making his way to the bathroom. It was only through the door and a turn left, but he was breathing heavily and turned sideways when he went through the door.


Sighing I went into the kitchen to lay the table. Some minutes later he entered the kitchen wheezing. I asked him to sit down. He looked at the chair, smiled and sat down, again spreading his thick legs as far as posible to let his belly rest between them. It still covered his lap completely.


"Oh you cooked," he said. "I haven't eaten a homemade meal in years." he exclaimed.

Quite shocked I asked "Why not?"


So he told me his story during the meal.


"I met Carol 6 years ago when I was weighing around 200 kg. After a short time I moved in with her. I liked to cook and to eat, so it was no wonder that I gained a lot during the next years. After two years I lost my job and didn't find a new one. Probably because of my size. The job agency sent me to a doctor who declared me disabled. I then weighed 280 kg and it was getting difficult to walk around or to stand. So I cooked less and less, because it was so exhausting and because Carol didn't like to go shopping. She bought the meals on her way home or we ordered. We didn't go out any more because I couldn't invite her and she said it was much cheaper to eat at home. In the end I didn't leave the house for nearly a year. That's why I was really shocked how out of shape I am. I saw me mirrored in the glass door when I entered the shop. I didn't realize how big I am. We had no full mirror at home. Carol is right to leave me."


"Oh no!" I denied, "she should have said something earlier and you could have both worked on that. Leaving you like this is the worst she could do. She had no right to do that."


Meanwhile he had emptied several plates with soup and complimented me on my cooking skills. He leaned back on his chair, folded his hands over his belly and asked "What shall I do now?"


"You will go to sleep now," I told him. "I think that was a very exhausting day for you. Tomorrow you can start searching for a flat. Everything will look better then."


He agreed and heaved himself up. He bade me good night and went to bed. I quickly cleaned up the kitchen to get to bed myself.

I had to recapture every picture I memorized over the day. The feeling of his soft belly when I hit him first, him leaning at the counter, waddling towards me, sitting in front of me, sitting beside me in the car....I felt so aroused the whole time that I really needed some release.


Before I took my vibrator I put on my alarm clock, because I wanted to go shopping in the morning to be able to prepare a big breakfast for my guest.

The next morning I got up early and went shopping. Then I started to prepare the breakfast. I wondered when Tom would get up. When everything was ready, I put the pancakes and the bacon in the oven and layed out the table before I knocked again gently at the door to see if Tom was awake.


A firm "Please come in!" was the answer. When I opened the door I was greated by Tom with a big smile and an enthusiatic "Good Morning"

He was laying again on his side, but this time only covered by the blanket as I could see two giant watermelon like breasts piling up beside him. The blanket was drapped over the rest of his enormous body, but couldn't of course hide how much space it needed.


It took all my strength to avoid staring and I asked him if he slept well which he affirmed "Surprisingly well. I must have been really exhausted. Your bed helped, too. It is really comfortable. But now I 'd like to take a shower if possible. Your shower looks fantastic. Big enough for me and with a bench too."


I assured him that he could of course take a shower and started then to stumble over my words as I didn't want to be too intimidating. "Ahm, do you ...ahm can I .."

Tom laughed "You mean if I need help?" I felt how I blushed and was only able to nod. "No thank you for asking but with your comfortable shower I am able to take care of myself. It is a bit difficult and it takes its time but it's doable."


"Ok, then I will lay out a towel for you and come back to help you up if you want. And please promise to call if you need any help."


"That would be great and I think I could use some help after the shower," he repllied.