chapter 3

After searching for my biggest towel which I thought might fit not over his belly, but maybe under it. I took a moment to close my eyes imaging this sexy specimen in my shower. There were pictures coming up, how I was joining him, helping to lather his floppy moobs and enormous rolls of belly fat and then hoisting up his apron. It was really hard to be near such a tempting man!

Then I went back to help him up again. This time I was rewarded with the view of all his mass jiggling around by the attempt to get in a sitting position and finally falling in place. He was still wearing his Boxers. Unnecessarily as there was nothing personal to see, his overfloating paunch was hiding everything.

It took a long time until I heard the bathroom door opening and his heavy breathing again. As intended, the towel was clinged under his belly. Exhausted he plopped down on the bed and panted "Could you please have a look if Carol put my clothes in the suitcases?"

The first suitcase was full of books, but in the second I found beside some games another two pairs of sweatpants, in a worse state than the one he wore the day before, as well as some T-shirts, socks, underwear and the usual bathroom articles, including some lubricant which gave me the reassuring thought that at least he could still reach himself under all that gently rolling flesh!

On my questioning look he explained blushing "I told you that I not left the house, so no need for lots of clothes."

He asked me if I could lotion his feet and calves as it would be really hard doing it himself. Of course I happily agreed.

I noticed that his legs were very thick and swollen by water retention. The skin looked dry and inflamed.

Tom was very surprised when he entered the kitchen and detected the opulent breakfast I had prepared.

"Don't think that I will offer such a breakfast every day," I grinned. "But on the weekend and having a guest I like to show off."

I had pancakes with bacon, scrambled eggs, a small fruitsalad, fresh rolls and big pretzels, cheese, cut cold cuts, different sorts of homemade jam and honey.

We sat a long time eating and talking, making plans what he could do and looked in the newspaper for interesting flats. The offer wasn't too big as he needed one without stairs for little money.

When we finished our meal we changed to the living room where we could sit more comfortably. Tom carefully sat down on my sofa. I was glad that it didn't creak at all. It seemed to be worth the money. After calling every realtor he had three appointments for the next day.

The rest of the day we spent playing some games, watching movies and talking. Tom insisted to help me with the dinner. He chopped everything and I threw it together in the wok, enjoying the perfect company. We finished the evening watching a movie. It was good that I knew it before as my concentration was secretly focused on my guest who draped his overfloating figure so nicely all over my sofa.

The next morning we had again a big breakfast. I mean it was Sunday, is there a better way to start a Sunday than with a nice long and late breakfast?

We decided to leave early so that we wouldn't have to rush.

Tom hesitantly asked "It's really embarrasing to ask a stranger, but do you think you could help me with the socks and shoes?"

He sat on his bed and it was obvious that it would be a hopeless ordeal for him to reach his feet. Although his belly was hanging between his enormous thighs it would still be in the way and his swollen legs made it impossible to bend his knees far enough.

Of course I was glad that I could help. But I took the opportunity to ask him, if he had received any treatment against the water retention.

"No," he admitted, "I haven't seen a doc in the last two years."

"I really think you should see a doctor," I replied. "Would you agree to go, if I make an appointment with my doc?"

"That would be a good idea," admitted Tom. "But I don't know how to get there. I really can't go by bus and with my actual situation I can't afford a taxi."

"That's no Problem. If you like I will accompany you," I offered.

We agreed that I would make a date as soon as possible and left the house. In my opinion Tom didn't make the best impression in his old ill-fitting sweatpants. But as he had nothing else to wear, he had no choice. Another point I wanted to talk about with him later on.

Tom was again very exhausted when he reached the car. With combined efforts we got him in. He found his extra long seatbelt extender in one of his suitcases and I helped him to fasten it. I enjoyed that task a lot as I had to push his big soft overhanging lovehandles out of the way. Of course he was still overflowing the passenger seat, so that I couldn't avoid to bump into his soft mass when shifting the gear. His folded hands were resting on top of his protruding gut. When we drove through an area with cobble stone pavement I became incredibly distracted by it all and it took all of my attention to stay concentrated on the traffic. His whole body was jiggling around like jello! It was fantastic. A dream coming true.

Soon we arrived at the first flat and we both knew at the first glance that that wasn't a possibility. The parking space was too far from the door. He wouldn't be able to walk so far.

So we checked out the second address. That looked much better, with parking space directly in front of the door. So Tom heaved himself out of the car. This flat was on the 3rd floor, but had an escalator. It was a small one and there was no space left with us in it. When we arrived upstairs we were greated by an older lady "Thank god, it's working again. That damned thing was broken for 1 week." With that she entered the escalator and left us quite shocked. We had a short look around, but as soon as the realtor appeared he adressed Tom quite frankly. "I'm sorry, but I have to ask if you can use the stairs as well. If not I'm not allowed to rent you this flat because in case of emergency like a fire you wouldn't be able to get out. Leave me your adress and if I have something similar on first floor I will contact you."

So we were really fast back in the car. Tom was very exhausted and shocked as well. But I told him that a flat with an escalator wouldn't be the right one as we heard about the unreliability.

The next one was in a nice looking neighborhood. First floor, parking space directly in front of the house. The flat looked nice even when the bathroom would be a tight fit to get around the sink. So we talked to the landlord who was present, too. Everything went well until he discovered that we were no couple and Tom wanted to live there on his own.

"No, I won't rent my flat to such a blimp. He won't be able to clean it properly, maybe even break things."

So we were complimented outside and on our way back home. - Tom was very silent. He clearly had to fight with his emotions and his exhaution. So I told him to take a nap and said I would call him for dinner.