chapter 2

My fat bottom and thighs got so big I couldn't move easily between the tables anymore. The owners were really nice, and didn't want to fire me, but I was just getting to fat to waitress anymore. They offered me a job in the kitchen, which was about my only option at that point. Well as you can imagine I was now even closer to food than before and I continued to gain. The owners were both pretty heavy so, they were sympathetic to my gaining and didn't give me any grief."

Heather finished the bread sticks and was starting in on the dessert rolls. I had finished the last slice of my pizza and now three beers. Heather was finished with her beer and was eating the dessert rolls and frosting that came with them. I felt like I might burst I was so stuffed and clearly bloated. Heather giggled, "Nat, you look like you're going to pop! Are you okay." I rubbed my bulging belly, "Yes Heather I'm fine, just a bit too much pizza. So what happened, why aren't you still working at the restaurant?'

Heather finished her third dessert roll, licking her fingers, "Nat, the owners sold the restaurant. The new owners, were to say the least, jerks. They wanted to do some "healthy" menu items and fancier cuisines. Well needless to say, all of me didn't fit into the their new plan, so I got "laid-off", really most of the staff did as well, they had their own ideas on how things should run".

I was trying to get comfortable as my belly was really bloated, I was so full. I usually only eat a couple or maybe three slices of pizza, so for me to down a whole pizza was pretty amazing. I was curious how Heather's family reacted to her weight.

"Heather, have you been to see your family lately?" She sighed, "Nat, I visited last Christmas. Of course by then I was already nearly eighty pounds heavier. My Mom was furious with me for "letting myself go", my sisters were total bitches about my weight. It was a pretty bad scene. They wanted me to diet, starting immediately, they didn't want me to eat anything but vegetables and some fruits. So I was starving every minute I was there. I couldn't sleep I was so hungry. After only two days, and before Christmas, I left, I just couldn't take the abuse and humiliation any longer. One of my sisters got married this spring and I didn't receive an invitation. That's how bad my relationship is with my family."

"Nat, I need to use the bathroom." "You know where it is, Heather?" "I do, thank you." I watched her heft herself off the couch and waddle to the bathroom. I was getting turned on, watching Heather's now huge body as she literally waddled across the room and that fact that I hadn't been as stuffed as I was now in ages. It felt pretty good being so full.

Heather came back to the couch. Much to my surprise and delight, she had taken off her tight sweat pants and was now wearing only her bikini style, tight panties. Her thighs were wobbling, as was her amazing belly back and forth as she waddled toward me. "Nat, I hope you don't mind, but I couldn't pull my sweat pants back up." I was startled, "No Heather, I don't mind at all." She giggled, "Somehow, I didn't think you would. Your belly looks really bloated, why don't you take off your jeans, and I will rub your belly." "God would you, Heather, that would be great, I'm so stuffed." I stood up and undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and slide them off revealing my own bikini cut briefs. She giggled again, "Nat those undies of yours really show off your belly and butt. You've put on weight since high school too." "Yeah I have, around forty pounds. I used to be weigh one eighty, but now I'm closed to two twenty." Heather giggled again as she started to rub my taught belly. "Nat I like it, you look good heavier." I laughed, "Thanks Heather, I kind of like being a pudgy."

Heather was massaging my bloated belly. I was having a difficult time trying not to get aroused. As she kneaded my pot belly, her belly, thighs, boobs, arms and booty were all jiggling, which was driving me crazy. I knew she could tell, I was really getting aroused and I think she wanted to take some advantage of me, especially knowing how I felt about heavy girls/women.

"Nat, I want to thank you for inviting me over tonight. I truly don't know what I would have done if you hadn't invited me to stay here." She leaned down on me, her soft belly fat sagged down on my own belly. Well that did it, I was at attention now! Heather giggled, "Nat I'm taking advantage of you, aren't I?" I laughed, sinking my hands into her love handles, "Yes, Heather, you little vixen, you are!"

We hefted ourselves off the couch and went to my bedroom. We pulled off each other's briefs/panties and fell onto the bed. I was surprised how nibble Heather was despite being over one hundred pounds overweight. The feeling of her weight pressing down on me was amazing! We made love for hours, finally falling asleep after midnight.

The next morning I lay in bed on my side, feeling my own pot belly splay onto the sheets. I watched Heather's amazing body wobble and jiggle with each breath as she slept. I knew then I couldn't live without this amazing women/girl in my life. I hadn't had a serious girlfriend before, being too shy in high school and self-conscious in and after college to do more than a casual date. This emotional void for lack of a better term contributed to my bad eating habits. Overeating became the norm, versus, occasional binges. My increasing girth only made me more self-conscious of my appearance.

Heather woke up. "Hi Nat, good morning, how are you?" "I'm fine Heather, How did you sleep?" She giggled, "Very well, especially after all that exercise we got last night." I laughed, "Yes, we did get a pretty good workout. Heather, I would like you to stay here with me." She started crying, "Nat, I'd love to stay here with you!" We kissed and then made love again. Later we showered, then went out to breakfast, ate way too much, came home and made out again. We had a great weekend, overeating, making love, more eating.

On Monday, I had trouble getting into my trousers, much to Heather's delight. She lay in bed, with her awesome belly splayed out on the sheets, making it very hard for me to go to work. I finally dragged myself away from my dream girl and left for the office.
Over the next six months, Heather got her life back in order. She found a job the suited her skills and physique. She put on more weight, and so did I under her tutelage I grew a pretty big belly which to be frank, both of us adored.

One evening Heather and I were slouched on the couch, both stuffed after a huge dinner. She poked my now forty eight inch belly, "Nat, are you happy?" I chuckled, patter my belly, causing a wave of jiggling, poked Heather's belly, causing it to wobble, "Yes, dearest, I'm very fat and happy!"

We were married later that year, and are not losing any weight.