Fat & loving it!

chapter 2

When the drinks came he said 'Have you eaten?', 'Not for nearly an hour' I said and his smile showed me he got the insinuation. 'How about some of these hand made potato chips?' he said pointing to the menu.'Mmmm' I said 'Get a sharing platter for 6, I'm really peckish' I said. While we ate & drank we carried on flirting and we were soon touching. Me putting my pudgy hand on his hard thigh, him gently resting his hand on my forearm or behind the roll of of fat where my upper arm folded onto my elbow. I knew it was nearly time to ask him back to my apartment when I started coughing after a potato chip got stuck in my throat, he patted my back and I felt him brush & gently squeeze a roll or two of my ample backfat.

'I live close by why don't we go back to mine where it'll be less noisy and we can talk?' That wasn't all I wanted to do and I could tell it wasn't all he wanted to do. He nearly jumped off his stool and when he saw I was having difficulty helped me off mine. I felt his fingers brush my back rolls again and he playfully squeezed my massive bum! 'Cheeky!' I whispered, 'Sorry' he said 'but you have the most magnificent body Gail', I smiled at him and grabbed his strong hand in mine and led him to the elevator.

'When you said you don't live far you meant it didn't you?', 'Top floor' I said. 'That's a shame, I thought I might get to follow you up a long staircase' he joked lasciviously. I giggled and said 'You wish!' When the lift doors closed it was like a switch had flipped in us both, we simultaneously leant into each other our mouths finding the others hungrily. I grabbed his meaty bum and pulled him into me, I felt his erection through his jeans pressing into my protruding belly. I felt his arms reach as far as they could around me, he squeezed the rolls of fat at my sides & above my massive bum, he tickled the fat squeezed around my bra straps and eventually rested his big strong hands on my quivering fat arse.

When we broke for air he said 'My god Gail you're amazing!'. 'I think you are too Grant but when we're on our own I want you to call me Fatty. Will you do that? Do you mind? It turns me on, I love being fat and being called fat, especially by a guy who fancies me and you do fancy me don't you Grant?' I blurted, suddenly feeling shy. 'I really, really fancy you' he paused and smiled, 'Fatty'. We kissed again and he squeezed my quivering arse harder, moved a hand up and held & felt the weight and size of a roll of fat above my hip. 'You're so gorgeous, Fatty, so fat and gorgeous!'.

The lift pinged to a stop, 'this is us' I said. He motioned for me to go first, I tottered down the short hall from the lift to my front door exaggerating the sway of my hips to make the blubber of my bum wobble even more knowing he was watching. I looked over my shoulder and saw his eyes fixed on my massive arse. When I got to my front door I fished my keys out of my bag and dropped them, on purpose, on the mat. 'Oops!' I squealed. When I'd been a couple of stone heavier last year and my belly was bigger than now, I couldn't pick up anything off the floor, I'd have to get down on my hands & knees and struggle back up. Weighing 344lbs and my belly being a good 6 inches less I could just about pick the keys up. I bent over slowly knowing my bum looked even more massive in this position wanting him to see how fat I was. I'm not sure he heard it but I felt & heard the fabric of my dress start to tear just a little and thought I might not be able to wear it again, especially not if I put on a couple of pounds, but it had been worth it so far.


'Wow' I heard him say quietly, then more loudly, 'Wow! What an amazing bum you have Fatty. It's one of, if not the biggest I've ever seen!' 'Thank You' I said, 'Glad you like it, I put a lot of effort to get it this fat.' ' I think it's one of my best features' I giggled. I opened the door and went in. 'What a fantastic place' he said following me. 'I like it.' 'Have you lived here long?' 'About 18 months' I said, kicking off my shoes. 'Drink? I've got a nice rose in the fridge'. 'Sure that'd be nice.''Sit down, relax' I said padding barefoot to the fridge. This was going to be a night to savour, may be I'd found Mr Right!?