chapter 4

Andre would come over in the evening, gradually staying later and later, but always heading back to his place by nine so that he could be there for when Sid called to check-up on things. One night, as the deadline approached, Andre and Martine were so deep in conversation, that Andre insisted that she come back with him to his place above the garage so that they could continue their conversation whilst he dealt with emails from Sid. Martine accepted, grunting awkwardly as she lifted her bloated body off the couch from yet another evening of overeating. She barely even noticed how much she overate as the conversation flowed with Andre. She had never had a guy friend she could talk to so freely before. She'd just chat and laugh, then, before she knew it, the take out boxes were empty.

Martine entered Andre's apartment for only the second time, amazed once again by how organised and clean the place was. Andre was clearly an ex-army guy. He warmly greeted her, seeing her at the door. Then he guided her inside and plumped up cushions as Martine walked in to sit herself down on the only small sofa in there. He genuinely seemed delighted to have her in his pad. Andre apologised that he only had beer in his fridge, but Martine accepted one and sat there watching him on his computer at the small, round kitchen table, sorting errands for Sid over in China. It seemed strange to see Andre tinkering away over the small laptop; a hulking man with huge biceps, looming large over a tiny keyboard with only his delicate fingers having to do any work. He was too big for the small table and chairs, sitting back from the table and spreading his muscular thighs impossibly wide and filling the small kitchenette.

Being in Andre's space felt strange to Martine. As she had got over Sid, she had come to appreciate the fine fit of Andre's clothes across his hunky frame. She looked across to Andre's bed and felt turned on imagining Andre lying there each night completely naked. She began to imagine, not for the first time, what the massive stud might look like without any clothes on; how it might feel to have his huge, muscular hands on her breasts; his pretty lips kissing her down below...

Andre finished on the computer and came to sit down next to Martine on the small sofa. It was a tight squeeze with Martine's extra padding and Andre's hulking frame; their legs touching as they had to share the small sofa. 'I ordered you some pizza whilst I was online,' he nodded, passing Martine another beer. 'Extra cheese, right?' he asked, as if Martine had asked him to order it.

'Thanks,' laughed Martine, bemused. But nevertheless, the conversation soon flowed, as it always did with Andre.

An hour later, Martine and Andre had had a few more beers and Martine was coming to the end of her pizza. Andre looked at her from across the sofa. 'You know,' he began, smiling, 'I've met so many guys with big appetites in my time. Proper weight trainers and everything, and I've never met anyone who can eat as much as you can.' Martine smiled, it felt like a compliment. 'It's so impressive!' nodded Andre, passing her the final slice, before resting his hand over the back of the couch. 'Look at you go!' he chuckled as Martine stuffed the last slice in like it was her first and then smiled proudly at Andre. 'How do you fit it all in?' he asked, looking at her body.

'Well, I'm not exactly skinny anymore,' laughed Martine, holding her soft, bloated belly. Last time she weighed in a few weeks ago, she saw she had gained a fair amount since Sid had left for China, and it had formed a rather round belly on her, alongside her wider, chubbier hips and ass. Her boobs had also blossomed as well and she could no longer wear any of her old bras. Some days she just went without altogether.

'Sid is going to pleased,' laughed Andre, sarcastically.

'I was thinking of wearing my old bathing suit when he comes home,' Martine joined in, lifting up her shirt and letting the new rolls of belly fat fall out. 'Really let him see how well I have been keeping myself in shape for him!' laughed Martine, pinching each roll in turn. Andre looked entranced by it and Martine smiled, knowing her body was getting so much attention from the beefed up hunk. 'What do you think?' she asked boldly.

Andre seemed momentarily lost for words. He nodded, as if he were about to stutter. 'Good,' he answered simply, placing a cushion over his crotch.