chapter 8

Reluctantly, Mark agreed to meet us for drinks (he rejected the idea to have dinner). It was almost seven and Steve was having a hard time finding something to wear at 328 sexy pounds. He was such a big man now. I loved him being bigger than me.

He took off the black slacks that couldn't make it past his ass. He picked up some khakis which slipped up his thick thighs much easier. His shirt strained slightly against his soft, round gut.

I tied his shoes because of the struggle it created. His hair was longer than when we first met, but I liked it better now.

I needed to bring out smaller pants because I was down to 249. I couldn't stop losing, but I didn't mind, and neither did Steve. It was hard to keep my weight up when I was focusing on keeping Steve well fed.

We went to that small club from before and found ourselves to be a bit early. We sat in the same booth as before and talked until Mark arrived.

He really was unrecognizable. His hair was down and he had a look of worry on his face. His blue t-shirt and jeans couldn't hide his past two months of gluttony. The shirt kept riding up his round belly causing him to constantly pull it down. We waved him over and he sat down. "Hey Mark," Steve said.

"What's up Steve, Eddie?"

"Nothing, but maybe your weight." Steve's words hit him in the face like a ton of bricks. I sat silently.

"I, uh, might have gained a little bit of weight. I haven't been able to hit the gym."

"Whoa! I guess we're both pigs now. You're quite the tub of lard yourself."

"I deserve that."

"Yes. You do. I'm done now."

"That's it? That's all you have to say?"

"Yeah. I don't want to be a COMPLETE dick like you."

"I gained all this weight for you. I wanted to try it out...to see if it was that enjoyable and I couldn't stop. Eating until it hurt...I loved it. Not starving myself. I understand now, Steve. Just leave him and it could be like before...better than before. I'm sorry. I still love you."

"I could do that," he said. My heart sank to the floor; I tried not to burst into tears. "But I love him more than I ever loved you." Mark stood up quickly, belly exposed.

"It's your mistake! I did this for you and you want to stick with...with that?" He gestured towards me. He was almost crying and I almost felt sorry for him.

Steve put his hand on the back of my head and moved in to kiss me. I felt his lips hit me with their soft touch, and then his tongue explored my mouth. Mark stormed out. I never felt so happy in my entire life. I kissed back and later on that evening we had the greatest sex we have ever had.

I had to remember to go and buy a bigger bed.



The End!