Chapter 5

The diet was a thing of the past. Sean ate whatever he wanted and at first he felt like he wanted to eat everything. He was constantly snacking and every night he ate to the point of burst. Frequently Kiyana came over and cooked supper, then rubbed his belly while they made out. They hadn't slept together yet. The time wasn't right for that yet.

Another buffet night at Golden Joe's came along and his friends whopped as he refilled his plate. Again. He ended up with five helpings of delicious Chinese food in his belly. He felt massive, but instead of feeling repulsive, he felt... sexy.

It wasn't long before Sean's new eating habits began to leave their evidence. He still worked out regularly, but he was starting to look a little chunky, with a definite belly covering his once-washboard abs. His boss at the gym frowned one day and poked him in the chub.

"Lose that flab, O'Carroll," he barked. "You're starting to look like one of our "before" pictures."

"No," said Sean.

"What?"

"No. In fact, you know what? I'm giving you notice. In two weeks, I'm done with this place."

Sean was excited and terrified by this decision. He was unemployed, he was destroying his athletic body and he had no idea what would happen next. Kiyana brought him a sketchbook and some pencils.

"What would you like to draw?" she said.

"You," he replied. "Naked."

She quirked an eyebrow.

'What, like this?" she said, pulling off her dress in one smooth motion. Underneath she was wear a red bra and red panties, striking against her dark skin.

"Nakeder," he said.

She unhooked the bra and pulled off her underwear. She lay down, naked and majestic. Since strating to date Sean, she hadn't lost any more weight. He was in awe of her curves. His pencil flew, sketching a few swift lines, before he set the sketchbook down and went over to the bed. He trailed one hand caressingly down Kiyana's body.

"You're so beautiful," he said in wonder.

"'S not fair," she said, "for me to be naked and you to be fully dressed." She tugged at his shirt and he obligingly pulled it off, revealing his little gut. In the 6 weeks since he'd given up dieting, he'd put on nearly 25 pounds. He pulled off his pants and lay on top of Kiyana, his slight softness pressing into her larger softeness.

"Don't hurt me," he whispered.

"Never," said Kiyana. She looked into his eyes, and then there was kissing and rubbing and stroking and licking and sucking and possibly a "yee-haw!" or two and moaning and quivering and fireworks, fireworks, fireworks.

Without his constant workouts, Sean scarcely knew what to do with himself. He drew and painted and got out his old guitar, dusty from disuse. He had his friends over for a Games Night. He took Kiyana out to the club where Damien DJed and pointed out his friend's other exes in the crowd. He started volunteering at the local seniors' home. He went for slow, lazy rambles hand in hand with Kiyana. He got a job as a clerk at an art supply store. And steadily he grew.

His belly porked outward, becoming big enough to bounce when he walked. His pecs softened and rounded. His arms, legs and face softened. His bum, Kiyana assured him, was becoming round and squeezable. He had stopped weighing himself, letting go of his fear, so he didn't know how big he really was. All he knew was he liked it.

A year later, he moved in with Kiyana. His friends were helping him move. He was standing in the lobby of her building, talking with Peter, when he noticed their reflection in the mirrored wall. He stared, fascinated. The mirror showed him two fat guys. He turned slightly, and yes, he realized, he was definitely the fatter one. He patted his big, bulging belly happily.

Well, he thought, sometimes inside a thin man there's a fat man just screaming to get out.