chapter 2

Despite the mild flirting and a lot of wine, they didn't end up in bed that night. But they did on their next date, the following Friday. They had dinner and went to a movie, and from there back to Tammy's apartment. One thing led to another and they ended up in Tammy's bedroom. Paul explored all of her, and Tammy could tell that he genuinely enjoyed each and every curve, fold, and bulge. After an appropriate amount of foreplay, they coupled, her on top if you must know, and came together. Afterwards they lay, resting.

"I guess you really are okay with me being fat," said Tammy, matter of factly.

"I'm not going to pretend," answered Paul. "I was interested in you in the coffee shop because you have a nicely padded body."

Tammy laughed out loud. "Nicely padded? I hadn't heard that one before. Nicely padded. You get points for creativity."

"Well, it's true. I like it that you're nice and round and soft and cushy and..." he cuddled up to her with his hand resting on her plump belly. With them both on their backs, Tammy had her hand on his flat belly.

"Well, maybe it's time someone fattened you up, Paul. Here I am all fat and round, and here you are, with no belly at all!"

Now it was Paul's turn to laugh. "Good luck with that. I eat pretty much whatever I want, but I've got a fast metabolism."

"Maybe I should take that as a challenge."

They spent the night together, which meant another round of love making in the morning. Then Tammy fixed a hearty breakfast of hash browns, bacon, toast, and scrambled eggs. Paul cleaned his plate, as it was very, very good, and then Tammy refilled it. "Wow, I guess you are trying to fatten me up," Paul joked.

Tammy smiled, "Well just maybe I am," as she refilled her own plate.

After breakfast was yet another round of lovemaking. As they lay there in the glow of sex gone well, Tammy asked, "Hey want to go to a party? It's Memorial Day weekend, and a friend of mine is having a barbeque this afternoon." Paul agreed that it sounded like a great idea. Besides, he was interested in meeting Tammy's friends. He went home to change, came back and picked up Tammy at four. They drove to her friend's house, name of Diane and Mark. It was nice house with a big patio, a big back yard and a pool. Tammy had told Paul to bring a swimsuit, which he did. When they arrived, Diane opened the door. The first thing Paul noticed was that Diane was also fat, maybe a little shorter than Tammy, and maybe a little heavier. Diane welcomed them inside and introduced Paul around. Everyone he met ranged from chubby to downright huge. The first wave was mostly the women, either wives or girlfriends, that were hanging around the kitchen, munching on snacks. They were all various degrees of fat. Paul was in chubby chaser heaven. They were all very nice, and obviously curious about Tammy's date. Paul got hit with a couple of nosy questions about how long they had been dating ("we're just getting started") and a couple of comments ("oh, Tammy, he's a skinny one!") but still he enjoyed meeting them. Eventually they made it to the back yard where most of the husbands and boyfriends were. It was definitely a pool party, as they were all in swimsuits, and all had bellies hanging out. Paul guessed them at carrying anywhere from thirty extra pounds to a hundred and thirty extra. No one seemed the least embarrassed about their weight. They all either had their shirts open, or no shirts at all, leaving their big bellies hanging out for everyone to see. Everyone was drinking beer and snacking seemed to be continuous. There were platters of chips, dips, cheeses, crackers, meats, you name it everywhere, and everyone was in a non-stop cycle of eating, drinking and talking. Paul was impressed.