chapter 3

He’d never been to a county fair before. Born and raised a city boy, he’d never thought much of living - or even visiting - anywhere else. The city was easy to get around, and everything was close by, especially food. He was always a good eater, and when he turned thirty his metabolism slowed down and his appetite ramped up. He had a good job that was finally paying well, and he’d regularly burn up his paycheck on meal after meal at the city’s best eateries. The upgrade in the quality inspired an uptick in quantity; and when the increase in calories started increasing his waistline he took it in stride, figuring it was just the price one paid for eating like he was. And he was not about to give that up.

It was expensive, but it was delicious. He had favorite dishes at every restaurant around. He struggled with distraction at work, craving something from somewhere every hour it seemed throughout the day. He got fat pretty quickly, and as people noticed and the comments began, he never once thought about letting up on his caloric new hobby. He’d always had a laid-back confidence, and readily copped to how much he liked to eat and how big he was getting. Pretty soon he grew from the office snacker, to the office fatty, to being the guy who needs bigger chairs.

His social life never really flagged, though he did notice that the women he dated were giving less and less attention to his body - really just putting up with his fat. Not exactly a turn-on. So he cut back his dating and started exploring the BHM and FFA content online. He'd never anticipated how good fat would feel, and as he fattened he welcomed more and more. Brave new world he was eating himself into. Fattening food, fatter body, fat life: he liked it - a lot - and he wanted to find someone who would embrace it too.

He reached and passed 400 pounds, and every day the city seemed to present something new for him not to fit into. For the first time in his life he thought about relocating. His company had a few branches around the country, with a couple in smaller and more rural communities. More space to live, money goes farther, good country cookin’: sausage gravy, pies, cobbler, chicken-fried everything. He started researching his relocation options with an eye toward fat-friendliness, and applied for transfer that same week.


The county fair flyer greeted him from the restaurant window. He’d arrived in town the night before and spotted the breakfast place on his way in. The flyer crowed about the fair's food contests and fried treats, and had pictures of livestock in competition, including a gigantically fat pig. He smiled at the hog's porcine grin. Then the diner door unlocked and a sweet matronly waitress gave him a smile.

“Good morning, big man. You looking for some breakfast?”

“Yes, please,” he laughed, and ambled in. She didn’t bother to ask booth or table, just led him to a roomier section equipped with sturdy armless chairs. He loved this: no one here knew him as anything other than fat. He was clearly someone who loved to eat and needed extra space, and was being treated as such. It was exciting, and whetted his morning hunger even more.

She went to get coffee and he looked over the menu. Then he saw the little “Desserts and Shakes” list tented on the table, and pulled it toward him. From now on, every breakfast would have a dessert course.


The fair certainly delivered, food-wise. He’d meant to go straight to the livestock (he really wanted to see that huge pig), but was seduced as soon as he entered the grounds by the incredible array of edibles. It must have been forty-five minutes before he had eaten himself deep enough into the fair to even see the livestock area. Once he saw it, he of course remembered his mission and, after finishing his last deep-fried candy bar and wiping the chocolate smears from his lips, rolled his way toward the hogs. His belly was full and bounced before him as he kept a slow steady pace.

She saw him the moment he entered. He was fat and he was handsome, and sat himself immediately at the benches inside the entryway. She smirked at how much he seemed to be needing that rest. A quick glimpse was it, though, before another visitor (or colleague, or client) grabbed back her attention. She’d gotten kind of famous at the fairs, and though it wasn’t yet official, it was obvious to everyone that her hog Luciano was the fattest pig there.

The bench sat against a wall, which let him lean back and give his packed belly all the room it needed. As he caught his breath and his sweat dried he thought about how great this day had been so far. New town, fat life, and a day full of food and friendly faces. The fair was a nice surprise; it hadn’t been on his radar, just luck of the moving date. And now, at the start of a life change that was intended to facilitate his obesity, he was about to see the fattest thing he’d probably ever seen in his life. And that’s when he saw her.

The crowd around the pen thinned, and he suddenly got a clear view of her. She stood proudly smiling by her hog, greeting people, chatting… wow was she pretty. The crowd blocked her again, and he got up to walk himself closer. Lots of people to navigate, though they didn’t really ever totally block sight of the hog: its rolls of porcine blubber rolled on at an impossible width, and when he couldn’t see her there was always a mass of hog fat to draw him in.

She saw him move closer, and when he got up front and took in all of Luciano’s fatness, his eyes betrayed to her a rare but thrilling look. It was a look that simultaneously asked “How can anything be so fat?” and “How can I get that fat?” She hoped her intuition wasn’t wrong.

He was amazed at, enamored with, envious of Luciano’s size. It almost surprised him how much his heart would leap now at the thought of greater and greater obesity, and this pig was by far the greatest pile of serene and satisfied obesity he’d ever encountered.

“You’re a new face,” she was right next to him and smiling, he suddenly realized. Man, this day just keeps getting better. He smiled back.

“My first fair. Just moved to town. He’s really impressive — ‘he’, right?”

“Yep; that’s Luciano.”

He laughed, and felt his double chin wobble - did she just glance at it? “That’s almost regal. What made you think of it?”

“Oh, when he was a hungry piglet his oinking was just operatic! He was always hollering for food. I knew from the start he’d turn out like this.” She smirked and her eyes sparkled. “With a little help, of course.”

His heart skipped, but he held his cool, “Well, you’re quite the helper.”

She sized him up. “You’re an eater too, huh? I mean…” She gestured toward his stuffed gut.

He laughed, a little shocked and a lot thrilled that she was so direct. He patted his belly, “I am. I love to eat - a lot.”

This time her heart skipped. They shared a silent nanosecond, each astounded at the perfection of the universe.

“I’m Tess,” she held out her hand.

He shook it, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

“Yes please.”