chapter 2

Roger's wife was a socialite, tennis playing, country club shrew - not attractive to him - but a necessity in his circles. He longed for sloppy fat women and could not get enough of Sam. But he was like a shark looking for fat wherever he went - looking for women with back fat rolls, heavy upper arms, tight jeans with saddlebag thighs, muffin tops, double chins, but most of all, belly rolls. Rolls in sweaters, rolls peeking out from tight shirts, big rolls lolling around in loose sweat pants, rolls folding over waistlines, always leering and searching. Was the woman fat enough? Would he do her? Was the roll enough to pinch? get off on? Winter was more difficult, but the "obesity crisis" had made it easier to see fat everywhere which made him very happy.

And so he found perfection at the local gas station when a twenty-something clerk leaned over to grab a Snickers, her massive belly folding over her waistline on the tight Gas Mart uniform pants. She was truly a fat woman, with fat cheeks, elephantine thighs and a massive azz. Her name tag said "Candy" and clearly she loved to eat. Double chin quivering as she selected the huge candy bar. She blushed when Roger began talking to her and was swept away by his powerful demeanor, lean hot body and Mercedes.

Several nights followed at the local Hilton and Candy, barely able to fit in her panties after massive dinners from Roger thought she had a real boyfriend. She cupped her belly apron and almost came while thinking about the massive payment Roger had given her for "whatever she wanted." She knew - He loved her fat, and she took the pill for him. He picked her up in the Mercedes and she went for her stuffings at Mexican buffets, steak houses, etc., her belly full to bursting with excess calories. Waitresses were disgusted by Roger's cajoling and her constant eating. Candy piled on the pounds almost all the weight seemed to gather at her belly - it softened and hug lower and lower. Trips for new clothes followed.. Others at the gas station seemed jealous.