Chapter 4 - "i'm being visceral"

"What?"

"They're both fun to ride until your friends find out"

I laughed, but I also felt a little ashamed. In all my years of being a fat admirer, I never had the nerve to tell anyone. This evening with Paul was like some kind of dream. It was late at night, we were both pretty loaded from all the beer we drank at the reunion, and suddenly here he is telling me how much he loves to eat. I was in heaven. In an effort to keep the dream alive, I changed the subject until the food arrived.

I couldn't believe how much Paul ate. He devoured his three breakfasts with complete nonchalance. Then he ordered an omelet with a side of French toast. I sighed and moaned a little.

"Hey, I'm being visceral," he said, mistaking my arousal for surprise.

"Paul, I don't think you understand. In your whole life, I doubt you'll ever find a person more in favor of people who are pleasure seekers. We only get a short time on this earth. Why not enjoy the joys this life has to offer to the fullest!"

"Fullest is what I'm about to become", he said as his omelet arrived. "Fortunately, I have plenty of room in this suit for this food. Most of my clothes are too loose now. I always knew that I'd be gaining the weight back. In truth, I was looking forward to this stupid reunion so that when it was over, I could pig out."

As he was finishing the last of his French toast, I could hear deep little moans as each bite went down. My panties were getting a bit wet, as I dripped with each manly moan. I was getting very hot imagining how every bite was stretching his belly to the limit.

"I'm stuffed," he finally declared, "You're going to have to roll me out of here. I don't know if I can walk."

I told him stay there while I paid the bill. When I came back to the table, Paul had a glazed over smile on his face. I helped him out of his chair, and we slowly walked out of the diner. He took little waddling steps, and once again I heard him moaning with each step.

As I walked him towards his car, a small gust of wind came up, pressing his against his body. In the moonlight, I saw the effects of his overindulgence. His belly was protruding well beyond the rest of his body, beyond those meaty man-boobs I imagined wobbling beneath his shirt. Paul's belly was so full it didn't bounce, it defied gravity and stuck out like a little round ball. I had no choice but to openly stare at its marvelous beauty.

Paul must have caught me staring, because the next thing I knew he was rubbing his tummy and moaning louder. Then he leaned down, grabbed me around my waist, lifting me up in his arms. He pulled me in for a long electrifying kiss. I could feel his huge Buddha belly jam between my legs as droplets of sensual juices were making my crotch damp.

Coyly he stared at me with bedroom eyes and said breathily, "Do you like motor scooters?"

"I love them!"

"Do you wanna take me for a ride?"

"More than you could possibly know!"

With that, he simply pointed to a sign a quarter-mile down the road. The sign said, "Motel," and I felt myself flush with heat.

(to be continued)