Chapter 2

It wasn't that he wasn't full. In fact, he felt fuller than usual. It was just that he missed that feeling of being stuffed to bursting, that he used to get in the early days at Golden Joe's.

The fact was, Sean hadn't always been thin. He'd arrived at university an average 180. Almost right away he'd met Lisa. She was a dancer, slim, with an Audrey Hepburn sort of beauty. She'd somehow gotten past his shyness and his awkwardness and they'd started dating. Sean had been really happy. He had a girlfiend, and new friends, and he could eat whatever he wanted without his parents saying anything. And Sean loved to eat. He'd put on 50 pounds in his first year, and another 30 in his second. That was when Lisa had drawn the line. She told him he had become disguting and gross and his naked body didn't turn her on anymore. She was leaving him, she said, going for a year abroad in France.

That night, heart broken, Sean had looked down at his 250 pound body and felt, for the first time, revulsion. He vowed to change, swearing that when Lisa returned she would find him slim and trim. Agonizingly, through killer workout sessions and restrictive dieting, he had made it happen. He had lost a hundred pounds. Of course, Lisa had come back engaged to a guy she met in France, and had barely had time to see Sean before moving back to that country to be with her fiance. She had smiled approvingly at him and told him he would have girls lining up for him now.

But it wasn't like that, Sean mused as he walked home. Oh, there had definitely been women who were interested in him. But he was never interested in them. What's wrong with me?, he thought, as he unlocked his small apartment. He flipped on the light. The place was quiet.

Sean went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of a fat-free, sugar-free carbonated drink. It tasted terrible but it would do the trick. He didn't bother with a glass, just drank straight from the bottle. And drnk, and drank, until his stomach was full, stretched the way he desires. It bulged out a tiny bit, straining at his tight t-shirt. He stripped off his clothes and lay down on his bed, rubbing his drum-tight belly. He imagined there was a woman on top of him, riding his erect cock. Lisa's face flashed into his mind, but he pushed it away. He slid one hand down to his member, stroking himself as he caressed his swollen mid-section with the other. Eyes closed, he cycled through the faces of women he'd crushed on over the years. Panting, he involuntarily imaged the sweet, dark face of Kiyana, his hands on her ample thighs...Oh yeah. He came, and opened his eyes, thinking where the hell did that come from? Damien's the one who likes fat girls, that's why she's his girlfriend.