chapter 4

One night, about a week after he first saw Sydney, she showed up on his doorstep. He has just finished his dinner of lasagna and was lounging in front of the TV, feeling bloated and huge.

"Hi," she said shyly, "I just wanted to thank you for helping me out the other night. I should have thanked you sooner. That was really nice of you. I appreciate it." She then handed him a plate full of fudge. She was wearing all black with bright red lipstick, and looked incredible.

Carter's heart was jumping at the sight of the her, and also at the sight of the fudge. Sweets were his favorite. "You made this?" he asked.

"Yeap. I love cooking. I especially like making sweets."

Carter felt oddly put on the spot. "Well," he laughed and patted his soft belly, "as you may have detected, I especially like eating sweets."

Sydney laughed and came in. I wonder how long I can pull the playfully self-depreciative thing before it starts to seem messed-up and sad, he thought, well at least I have someone to visit with.

They visited for a while, watching TV. Carter couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts about Sydney.

She noticed he didn't have any of the fudge. "Hey aren't you going to at least try some of that?"

"Oh, yeah of course," he grabbed a couple pieces and chewed them while they were watching Jeopardy. They tasted so good to him that he had five more pieces without even thinking about it.

He saw that Sydney was watching him out of the corner of her eyes. She chuckled. "You like it, huh? Good. I thought a guy like you might need some chocolate fudge." She got up and stretched. "I gotta go. It's getting late. But do you think it's okay if I come back soon? Like maybe tomorrow even? You're an interesting guy to be around. I think I could use your company."

"I could use yours too Sydney, I mean, I enjoy my alone time during the day writing, but I didn't realize how much I missed some simple human interaction. And thanks for the fudge. It's dangerous to my waistline but I'll enjoy it nonetheless."

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During the next day, Carter could barely keep his mind off of Sydney. He wasn't even able to write. The only thing that helped was food. He stuffed his face with breakfast, and then instead of writing, went and masturbated. Then he napped for a while, before he woke up again and stuffed on the fudge for a while. He had some left over pasta, then three sodas, and then a hot pocket. But eating only made him hornier. He went into the bathroom and checked himself out in the mirror.

Carter rarely examined his body closely, but today seemed like an okay day to do so. He had a slight double-chin which was masked by a short beard stubble. His shoulders were soft; his muscle mass wasn't significant when compared to his fat ratio. He had moobs that stuck out a bit into pointy nipples. Under this, his sides dipped in and then suddenly jutted out into large, doughy love handles, which gave way to his wide, pear-shaped hips. His gut was incredibly soft and hung down into an overhang that now bounced around with any kind of movements. He patted this and grabbed it, and even slapped it a little. Was this what kept him scared? Was this the reason he refused to even attempt dating? Was this the reason he kept to himself and wrote and assumed he was inferior to everyone else?

Well he didn't feel like that today. Instead, he got in the shower and lathered up with soap, feeling every roll of his own thickness and dimple of his fat, making himself so aroused he had no other choice but to jerk off. If fatness is what life handed to him, he thought, why not enjoy it?

Carter cleaned the house and trimmed his beard in preparation for Sydney's hopeful visit. He made sure to put on real clothes instead of sweats and a tee. His pants felt a little tighter than usual, but he thought that must be his imagination. He wondered if they'd be eating dinner together. He figured he might as well find out how she felt about his size. Any girl who got grossed out by the amount he ate was bound to be doubly grossed out by the hugeness of his body.

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Around 6 she called and asked if she could come over, and if he'd mind if she cooked them dinner. Carter's heart fluttered. And his stomach growled. He could hardly wait.