Chapter 3

She shook titteringly with glee, and he had no doubt in his mind that she was envisioning the bountiful mounds of fat that would be awaiting her when she returned from selecting his cake. He had never felt so wanted or desired in all of his life. Surely he had been missing out, although he couldn’t help but acknowledge that if he had fallen in love with a normal girl a long time ago he probably never would have met a woman who shared his secret desires. It was hard to imagine any romantic relationship developing between himself and a member of the opposite sex without this newfound enlightenment playing a major part in it. Now that he knew how mind-blowing it truly was, he didn’t think he could ever go without it again.



He finished unbuttoning his dress shirt and stood to remove it and his undershirt just as she scampered back into the room in her sexy underwear bearing a marbled New York cheesecake. It was one of his rich and decadent favorites, with sinful swirls of vanilla and chocolate that at the moment were screaming his name. He couldn’t believe that he wasn’t still full from the sheer enormity of the dinner that she had fed him. Then again, maybe he could. He always had room for dessert.

The moment she caught sight of him, her jaw dropped open and her eyes glossed over with carnal, wanton desire.

“Peter,” she mumbled in awe. “Your body is beautiful.”

He crossed his arms in front of himself briefly, feeling the usual shame for only a fleeting second, and then he let his hands fall to his side and looked down at himself. It was strange, and perhaps a little conceited, but he had always thought the exact same thing. Each soft, fat curve only became more alluring as it grew and expanded. He really did love being fat and almost everything else that went along with it. Heather had enabled him to finally accept that, and he would be forever in her debt for such a special gift.



“Thank you. Is that one of my world famous cheesecakes?”



“World famous?” she blurted sarcastically.



“Famous enough. Now get over here and feed me, woman,” he replied, continuing their playful banter. He reached for her hand and pulled her into his plump and welcoming bare upper body. The twin layers of hanging fat from his chest traced deep lines around his side, ending abruptly as they reached his back. She gently caressed him with her free hand, savoring the exquisite feeling.



The cheesecake was already pre-cut into twelve slices separated by wax paper. Lacking any cutlery, she pulled out the first piece and proceeded to hand feed it to him, followed by another and another. The creamy dessert settled in his already stuffed belly, but for some reason he only craved more.



“You make me so hungry,” he murmured between bites. “I feel like I can’t control myself at all.”



“That is like, no lie, the sexiest thing I have ever heard in my life.”



“I just want to keep eating and eating all night. You’ll probably have to wheel me out of here tomorrow…”



She stopped feeding him for a moment, biting her lower lip pensively. “You can’t keep saying those things to me, Peter. I’m going to lose it.”



“Lose what?” impatiently grabbing another slice of the cheesecake and proceeding to feed himself.



“This is just happening so fast. I don’t want to get too overzealous.”



“Do you want me to not be able to control myself?”



“Yes, but it makes me feel guilty.”



“Don’t feel that way. I’m just being myself,” he said before he swallowed the last bite of the last piece of cheesecake.



“You know, Peter, you’ve eaten so much tonight. I bet you are going to be so much heavier tomorrow.”



“I can feel it already,” he conceded. “My pants are tighter. The shirt was too before you commanded me to remove it.”



“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you. I’ve been dreaming about your big, naked body all day.”



“Did I live up to your expectations?”



“Oh, you greatly exceeded all of them, handsome.”



A warm smile settled across his lips. He was pleasantly possessed with the same feeling that overcame him during their huge dinner together. He was certain of its authenticity this time. He was definitely, without a doubt falling in love.