Chapter 3

The next morning he met Kiyana at the gym. He had promised to show her around the equipment and help her work out a routine. He smiled as she came in. She carried a lot of her weight in her hips and thighs, and her sweatpants and t-shirt really showed that off. Her long braided hair was tied up. The time flew by. Kiyana was a lot of fun to talk to. She had a great laugh, the kind that makes people laugh along with her even if they hadn't heard the joke.

"It's not so much that I want to be tiny," she confessed. "It's just that I'm tired of feeling like I ran a marathon after climbing the stairs at work, you know?"

"Damien-" said Sean.

"Oh, Damien," said Kiyana dismissively. "He doesn't enter into it. I know all about his fetish thing, whatever he thinks. I know I'm just another big beautiful woman to him."

"You are a beautiful woman," said Sean. "I mean, uh, I, I have go clean the elliptical..."

Kiyana was smiling.

"Thanks," she said. "For showing me around and... everything."

After that, Sean saw Kiyana at the gym frequently. He was there the day she weighed in at 255.

"Congratulations," he said, as they walked through the gym lobby. His shift was just coincidentally ending at the same time as she had finished her session.

"I know I could be losing faster, but then I see chocolate," she said. "It's my tragic flaw, an inability to resist chocolate."

"I don't eat chocolate," said Sean.

"What?" Kiyana gasped. "Never?"

Sean shook his head.

"Damn, man, do you have any idea what you're missing?" She grabbed his arm. "Look, come with me, it's a sign!"

There was a sign in front on them. It said 2-for-1 gelato chocolate brownie treats. Kiyana pulled him into the shop and ordered two, made with double chocolate fudge gelato. She plunked one on the table in front of Sean and kept the other for herself.

"Here, try this," she ordered.

Sean looked down. There was chocolate sauce streaming down a generous scoop of gelato that rested on top of a big brownie, all nestled in a bowl made from chocolate dipped wafer cone. Sean wanted to eat it, badly. He looked up. Kiyana had taken a bite and had her eyes closed, a look of bliss on her face. Sean picked up his spoon. What could it hurt?

He dug in. The sweet, chocolately, creaminess was so good, he couldn't stop himself from eating the whole thing in five minutes. It was so tasty. He found himself up at the counter ordering a banana split. He ate that more slowly, talking and laughing with Kiyana.

He walked her home afterwards. They parted awkwardly. Sean wanted to kiss her, to find out if her lips tasted of chocolate. It took all his considerable willpower to hold himself back.

At home, Sean opened all the cupboards. All his food was either fat free or bran-based. There was nothing delicious and he wanted something delicious and filling. Trying not to think too hard about what he was doing, he pulled down the phone book and flipped open to the menu section. Then he did something he had not done in years. He ordered a pizza.

When it came, it was hot and fresh and covered in greasy cheese and pepperoni. Sean felt stffed after three slices, but forced himself to keep going. He ate the whole medium pizza. He lay on the couch, feeling stuffed and erotic. He imagined Kiyana were there, rubbing his swollen gut. God, he was so hard...

A few hours later Sean decided to go for a midnight jog to burn off the calories from the Forbidden Pizza and the ice cream. He went a few block, but jogging while full made him feel sick, so he stpped for a rest. Right in front of a late night donair shop. He peered in the window. The day was a write-off, diet-wise, anyway, he thought. Maybe he could have just a litlle one.

Donair in hand, he ate the fattening treat on the sidewalk as he strolled home. He went to bed feeling fully satisfied for the first time in a long while.