chapter 2

"The owner has stocked it for us for the weekend, way more food and alcohol than we can possibly use. And I know some spots where we can just cruise through or anchor and take swims this weekend."

She stared at him with tears in her eyes. She had never sailed before but she knew enough how special this boat was. It was flawless. Brass gleaming, the rigging looked new.

"Aye aye captain. Where to and what heading?"

She did as she was bid and watched him untie the front and move to the helm to start the motor. She was again surprised how graceful he was despite his new heaviness and the great belly he carried in front. The sight gave her a warm pulse in her loins.

She sat next to him as they got underway and noticed he was a little out of breath. "Take over first mate, steer toward Angel Island and let me catch my breath. I'm still getting used to carrying this belly around I carefully enlarged for you. We'll stay under power for a couple minutes until we get out of harbor traffic."

She smiled and saluted mockingly. "Well, I think you look great and honestly I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you.

"I love this boat! How did you find this and when did you plan it?"

He took a deep breath and rolled to his feet, working around her loosening the rigging in the cleets and getting ready to raise the mainsail.

"I've been thinking about it for awhile and when I learned you were coming out again, i searched the internet for one that was comfortable enough and most importantly roomy enough for me and pretty enough for you...did I do good?"

He felt a wave of pleasure as he saw her delight, her eyes darting between him and the gleaming expanse of boat she was now piloting.

Out of the harbor he powered up the winch raising the mainsail and leaned over her to shut off the motor. He felt his soft hanging belly brush against her briefly and felt an arousing tingle like a small electrical shock as she responded by leaning her shoulder into the soft heaviness of his gut, magnifying and prolonging the contact.

He tried to concentrate on his tasks. They were heeling nicely in the breeze coming in from under the Golden Gate with only the sound of the hull slicing through the water and the slap of the rigging.

She laughed out loud barely containing her joy...at the boat, the day and the size and feel of this amazing man.

"I never dreamed I would be doing much with you because of your size, but with this boat on a scale of 1 to 10, you got an 11.5"

He smiled, loving the pleasure he was giving her. He tied off the last sheet, and sitting next to her slipped his arm around her and felt her snuggle into his soft side.

She looked up at him and asked "Are you comfortable?"

"Not really, I'm a little big to be dancing around a slippery deck and I'd hate to be a fat man overboard. You're so small you'd never get me back on deck."

She laughed and pressed her free hand into his softness "At least you'd float." Seeing the blush on his face she tried to hide her giggles and muttered "Sorry."

"Haha, that's ok...yes, I have my own floatation device." He looked look up at the set of the sail and rubbed her neck. "You handle her beautifully."

She smiled, kissed his cheek and asked, "Thanks captain. Are you going to be comfortable in the cabin?"

"Oh yes...its huge. A full stateroom, full bath and shower, huge galley. Let me take the wheel for a minute while you go below and look around."

She nodded taking the opportunity to put both her hands on the great round sphere of his abdomen to help push herself up off the soft cushions. She quickly pressed her lips to his, stifling his surprised grunt.

He rubbed his belly, still tingling from the pressure of her hands as he watched her delightful shaped rear end disappear down the hatchway. She was so tiny, almost doll like and at least a third his size. And young enough to be his daughter...he felt his manhood throb as he remembered their last intimacy, how she had delighted in his size, his fatness and her whispered desire that she wished he was even larger.