Chapter 7

Micah was great in bed and, as much as my body made me feel self-conscious, I enjoyed the sex like crazy. I didn’t know Micah well, but he used a condom and we must’ve done it for hours. I needed it. I really needed it.

The weirdest part was how he touched my body. He’d cup my chest or slap my belly. I had never had anything happen to me before like that. I enjoyed it actually, but I tried to ignore the part of me that liked being fat.

We were going for round four when my bedroom door opened. I hadn’t noticed anybody come into the apartment. Micah stopped and I looked around at my door to see Tony leaning in the door frame. He looked pissed.

“Tony!” I shouted as I tried to get out of the bed. My belly slapped against my thighs and my moobs slapped against my belly. I really was fat, but I grabbed for my robe and tossed Micah his clothes.

“What the fuck man, you didn’t say anything about a boyfriend.” He looked over at Tony as he pulled up his sweatpants. “Hey, dude, listen I didn’t know he wasn’t single…Tony Ruff? Holy shit!”

“Yeah.” Said Tony, at the exact same time I said, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Tony showed Micah the door and he left. I sat on my bed, upset my first night of fun was over…because of Tony. He…he was the reason everything wrong was going on in my life. It was like he was sabotaging my life. Like he didn’t want me to succeed.

“You bringing strange guys into my house?” He said angrily, like I had done something wrong. I was confused, to say the least. “What if he was a thief or something?” He said, his voice raising.

“I live here too, Tony.” I spat angrily as well. “I deserve my privacy, so why don’t you fucking knock next time.”

“You don’t pay for anything. I take care of YOU. You don’t pay rent, or bills, or for groceries, which would cost millions, hell, you don’t even buy your own clothes anymore.” He was seething. Why was he so mad? It’s not like he owned me. “So I make the rules in this house!”

“Tony…I didn’t know you didn’t want me here.” I said glumly. I didn’t know I was a burden. I told Tony living together was a bad idea from a start. I’m surprised we lasted this long without such a huge argument.

“I never said that.” He said sternly. “I love taking care of you Bobby.” He walked over to me, his tux looked nice. I went with him when he picked it out for tonight. “Bobby, I’ve been trying to show you how I felt for what, at least two years now. I wanted you to know how much I appreciated what you do.”

I sat with my mouth open, gazing at him as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Tony…wh…what are you talking…?”

“I mean, c’mon Bobby. I fed you so you’d put on a few pounds, then I could feel confident enough to tell you how I feel, then I start to like the belly,” He was hovering above me as I sat on the bed. His hand wandered to the white dough I call a stomach. “I wanted you to see how much I loved you.” He leaned down and kissed me, the force of it knocked me back slightly. His legs were on the side of me and he sat on top of my gut. I could feel his stiff penis press into me.

“Tone…” I started.

“Just give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me.” He put his hand into my robe and pinched my round nipple. “Cause you mean an awful lot.” He smiled. “How about after this, we order a pizza or two and watch The Little Mermaid?”

“O…okay.”

The End!