chapter 11

As Marian went about her business, she saw plenty of me. She saw me eating giant breakfasts. She saw me trying out some new recipes for chef as well as eating hunger lunches and dinners. She saw me struggle to get to my feet some days because I had eaten so much I could not bend in the middle. She saw me breathless and hot after the effort of waddling to the bar and back.
She never mentioned my size, how much I ate or anything like that, yet she must have noticed. A blind man in the dark would have noticed!
Some days she would sit down and talk about how the planning was going, or about refining the colour schemes. When she did this, she would not let me get up. She was perfectly capable of going to the bar herself. She would return with a soft drink for herself and a pint for me... oh and some snacks from behind the bar if I wasn't already eating.
She'd open the snacks when she got back to my table, in a way so that we could both reach them, but she never touched any of them.
I do not know if it was by accident or design, but whenever she got close to me the top button of her blouse would slide open and I got an eyeful of her breasts inside.
I loved to watch her tiny, firm arse in her snug, paint splashed dungarees as she walked away from me.
Sometimes, I was sure what she was deliberate flirting. But how could she be? I was nothing but a solid lump of lard while she was one of the most beautiful freckly redheads I had ever seen!
Eventually, the barman had to tell me straight one day, "she fancies you," he said.
I could not believe it, but the more the barman mentioned it, it made sense.
Scott agreed. I think I was the last person to realise it. I thought about the other day when she dropped her pencil on the floor and bent down to pick it up. She could have crouched down to get it, but no she had bent over and at such an angle that her round arse was in touching distance. I loved the way she pushed the stray hairs out of her eyes.
I asked Scott what I should do. It was not as if we could go out on a date. I was her client. And besides that I was incapable of going very far.
He said there was the perfect venue right here! If I chose a quiet evening I could take her into the conservatory. Chef would cook us something from his extra special menu.

So I asked her...

She accepted with a kiss on the cheek and a smile then she asked me why it had taken me so long!
I made up an excuse along the lines of still getting over my divorce. I didn't want to admit that I had not picked up on her rather obvious signals! I'd simply been enjoying them too much!

The only suit I had was at least ten sizes too small. Scott had to help me with some measurements and some internet shopping. I was astonished at some of the figures he was reading out to me, from the tape measure. My waist was fifty two inches in circumference! Fifty two! Did they make trousers that big? I might have to wait for the date until they shipped my suit over from America! Fifty two! That did not account for my belly which was hanging down over my genitals, nor did it allow for my belly to stretch full.
I decided to try a size fifty four trouser and wear a belt that I could loosen off. Of course I had to buy one of those as well. Two of my old ones buckled together would have done the job, but would not look so neat. I had to buy everything from a 'big and tall' specialist because ordinary shops simply did not cater for my size. It came as a bit of a shock!

When the suit came, it looked so massive that I thought it was bound to swamp me, but it didn't. It fit! I should have been horrified I was that big, but I wasn't. I was hungry. I needed to get out of my suit quickly and find some food!