chapter 9

We stroked each other, still feeling the bliss of the evening, but he soon fell asleep. Snoring loudly. I cuddled against him feeling like I was in heaven. After an hour Tom started to stir and when he awoke he greated me with a smile.

"That was fantastic" he whispered. "But I feel bad that you didn't get your share."


"Don't worry" I grinned, "I'm happy to have you near me and you can reciprocate next time."

"So there will be a next time?" he asked.

"Why not? I hope so. I thought you liked it..."

Tom beamed "Of course I liked it. But I thought you might have enough after having had your fat guy experience."

"Didn't you notice how much I liked it too?"

Tom acknowledged "I got the impression, but wasn't sure."

He started to wiggle himself to the edge "I'm going to bed now. You will have to get up early tomorrow."

"I'd like you to stay here," I begged, "but of course, if you like to sleep alone...."

" Are you sure that I won't disturb you?" Tom doubted. "I need my c-pap and that might be too loud."

"No problem, I'll get it for you". I jumped out of bed, before he changed his mind.

I knew that he couldn't sleep without it. He wasn't able to get enough air into his lungs and his interrupted snoring was much louder than the light humming of the c-pap.

"Would you mind if I cuddle against you", I asked him before he put the mask on.

He smirked. "I'd like that." and stretched his arm out for me to use like a pillow.

The C-pap made a low soothing noise which combined with feeling him beside me lulled me soon into deep sleep.

After that night we got into a daily routine.

I got up in the morning to go to work. He did all the little chores in the household he could do and made his walks around the house until I came back. Then we cooked, talked and played games or watched a movie. He still got his treatments and once a week we went swimming.

We usually went early to bed to enjoy each other's company so to speak. Of course, due to his size the possibilities were somewhat restricted, but I never tired of playing with his enormous belly and all the soft rolls all over his body. And those moobs ... now I know why men like playing with a woman's breasts as I could play with Tom's all night long, sucking, nibbling, and jiggling, among other things. They are so big and soft they just beg my complete attention!

Of course he did his best to bring me as much pleasure as possible too. There was not a lot he could do at his size but what he could do he did pretty well. Granted, it required me to bring myself into positions where Tom could reach all my different parts, with some of the positions requiring some gymnastic-like feats on my part, not always easy for a big girl like me!

Probably you're asking now, that can't be enough for a woman like me, but it's really been a dream come true. I had the most caring and perfect man at my side. I got wonderful sex whenever I wanted. And it's so amazing when I climb on top of him, my not inconsiderable bulk just sinking into his, being consumed within all his flesh. It's like body surfing on ocean waves feeling the ebb and flow of his belly and moobs rocking back and forth! So, in spite of the extra effort, I'll answer you with a question of my own -- why would I ever want to go back to "normal sex" with a boring old lightweight? It is so much more fun with Tom.

After the first 2 months Tom had lost 30 kg. Naturally most of it was water. But it made life much easier for him. As his feet and legs weren't so swollen any more he could walk much better and his breathing increased a lot. He tried to make 3 walks around the house now and each time a double tour. The first round he could do now in one go. Still gulping for air but it was a fantastic success in that short time.

On the weekends we started to make short trips by car so he could see a bit more than my house and garden. Normally we headed to a nice country restaurant with a great view.

We enjoyed those trips a lot. Tom, because we always choose a nice route and I because I could share the moments with him. And of course I enjoyed to see him clad in his new pants and a gigantic polo shirt, flesh still jiggling with every move he made.

I always had a bit of a bad conscience, enjoying Tom's little struggles, but he didn't mind. He told me to enjoy it as long as I want, "You help me so much to lose weight, you should have some fun out of it. And it is not your fault, that I got so fat." was his opinion.

So I enjoyed his struggle with the car, the jiggling along, the swaying of his prodigious belly when he laboriously made his way through staring crowds. For me it was a major turn on to see him wobbling around. When we got home he was rewarded with a lot of extra attention.

He didn't like to be the main attraction for the people but he stated "I know that I'm extremely fat, and they probably never will see someone so fat ever again, so I understand that they are gawking. And with you holding my hand I feel loved and bodypositive. I am who I am."

After 4 months the weight loss slowed down a bit, but due to his exercises it didn't stop. His body got much softer and one could notice that he really got smaller. Albeit no one who didn't knew him before would believe that!

The first months I was really busy with all the driving around and taking care of Tom, so I had neglected my friends a bit. So nearing the 6 month anniversary of his move in, we decided to throw a big BBQ and to introduce Tom. He wasn't so fond of that idea, but he understood that he couldn't hide forever and that I had a life besides him too.

Of course my friends knew that there was a new man at my side and that he was the cause of my retreating habit. So they were very curious to learn to know him. Tom and I debated if I should inform them beforehand about him being so big. I won by telling him, that that shouldn't be something that needed to be warned of. And I had the confidence that my friends wouldn't make that a point, especially as I'm quite big myself.

And indeed, when they arrived they looked a bit baffled, but after getting to know Tom they accepted him fully. Understanding that he was still restricted by his size and couldn't help as much as he wanted.


Of course the women whispered to me when we were alone in the kitchen "Oh he is big, but really a great guy. So if you don't mind, good luck to you." And I think a couple of my kinkier friends even wondered what it would be like with a man of Tom's size!

It was a great party and Tom was very relieved that everything went so well. By that time he had lost around 60 kg in 7 months. That put him under the magical number of 300 kg. I was so proud of him.

Nobody who didn't knew him before would have believed that as he still looked very very fat. And he still was.

But now we tried to improve his radius. That he could walk more than just from the car to the shop or the restaurant.

Yes we were shopping together. It was still very strenuous for him, but leaning on the shopping cart helped a lot to take the weight off his feet. When it was getting to exhausting he waited at the cafe for me.

So he steadily improved his fitness and after 8 months he was able to walk up to 200m without taking a break on a good day. And, it probably goes without saying that this was not the only area where his stamina improved, but that is a story for another day!