Chapter 2 - "he totally porked out"

High school ended, and I went away to college. I dated some chubby college guys and enjoyed the wonder of their soft bodies. All of them were nice, but they seemed so insecure about their bodies. I still had told no one about my obsession with potbellies, but I was enjoying them nonetheless. When I was between boyfriends, I would masturbate while dreaming of entire worlds of fat boys all trying to gain more weight for me to admire. It had become a definite thing: I was a female fat admirer although I didn't know there were more people out there just like me.

I came home for Christmas my junior year and met with some old girlfriends from high school. I asked how everyone was and got the old "so and so is in jail and so and so got married."

When I asked about Paul, someone said, "I saw him last month at the grocery store, and you won't believe it, but he's gotten kinda fat."

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying not too sound eager or too interested.

"He's got a big old beer gut"

"No way!" I added hoping she would go on.

"Yeah, he really let himself go"

"Too bad", I said lying. "He was hot."

"And now he's gone to pot", my friend threw in, giggling at her rhyme.

That night I fantasized about what Paul looked like now. How big his beer belly was. What it would feel like to touch it. I came so hard my clit ached with the pain of too much pleasure.

The next day I called Paul's house. His mom answered and told me Paul was still sleeping, so I left a message. That night Paul called back and I asked him if he wanted to go have a drink or something before I had leave for school. He said he would love to, but he was leaving in the morning for a study program in Europe. I told him to have fun, and to keep in touch and hung up, rather disappointed.

Then, I imagined him eating his way across Europe, drinking German beer and eating fattening Italian fare. I felt my body begin to warm up.

The thought of his weight gain gave me masturbation material for months. As the years went by, my thoughts would often drift back to Paul. I'd ask around, but it seemed nobody had seen or heard from him. He was not at the five-year reunion to my profound disappointment. I did manage to find out that he was back in the States, but no one had seen him or knew how to reach him. I tried to call his mom, but the number had been changed to an unlisted number, so I gave up.

I got a job that ate up most of my time, which was good because I had been having poor luck with my love life. It seemed that every chubby guy I would date would be on a diet or talked about wanting to lose weight. This did nothing for me. As a consequence, I just worked and dreamed of that Mister Perfect who would let me feed his and watch as his belly outgrew his clothing.

The years passed without much happening. I went to my ten-year high school reunion, once again hoping to see Paul. The night moved on and no sight of him. It was not a total loss, however, because some of the guys who I went to school with had gotten quite chubby in the ten years after high school. It was very exciting for me to watch as they tried to hide their fat from their former classmates. Most of them seemed ashamed of their bodies, which was so ironic when I found them much more attractive than I ever had before.

I was talking with Randy, one of the old basketball players, when Paul walked up to the table. He was wearing a three-piece suit that was quite loose so I couldn't get an accurate picture of what he was hiding underneath those pinstripes. He had a cute double chin, and his chiseled good looks had softened quite a bit. His wider face and chubby cheeks offset his pouty mouth perfectly. The bottom line was simply that he was quite a bit heavier than the last time I saw him and that was a good start. We got to talking and I offered to buy him a drink.

"Sure," he replied, the word making his lips appear so beautiful as they moved

"How about a beer?" I asked. "You still like beer, don't you?"

"Better make it a light beer, I've put on a little weight since high school." He patted his tummy beneath his vest to emphasize the point. The sight of this made me almost cum right then and there. I felt myself start to drip in my panties. I immediately hoped I might someday be able to pat that tummy and know for myself just how much weight he had added. I went over to get our drinks.

While I was waiting at the bar, I overheard Kathy talking to some of the ex-cheerleaders about her old high school boyfriend. They were all sitting at the bar drinking wine coolers and bonding in that strange girly way that was always a bit foreign to me. While I had been a fellow cheerleader, I had never fit into the inner circle. I looked them up and down. The funny thing was that while I had maintained pretty much the same slender physique that I had in high school, these ex-cheerleaders had grown pretty respectable girl guts.

"Hey, did you check out Paul?" Kathy asked.

"No, why?" her empty-headed friend Linda responded.

"He totally porked out. It looks like a lot of guys here have gained weight, but I'm surprised to see Paul all pudgy like that," she said as she downed her wine cooler and reached for some chips.

I took this opening and walked over to her.

"Hi Kathy, I couldn't help but overhear you talking about Paul."

"Yeah, I guess that without me around he stopped caring about how he looked," she said, looking for approval from her gal pals as she filled her mouth with chips.

I reached out and patted her stomach and said, "So what explains your expanded midsection?"

(to be continued)