Chapter 4

“How do you know exactly what to say to make me feel totally smitten?” he wondered aloud.



“It’s called ‘flirting’, silly. You’re not so bad at it either. I wish you would tell me more.”



“More, like what?”



She began rubbing his belly again, delicately squeezing thick handfuls of fat and whispering into his ear precisely what it was that she wanted to hear. His smile, which had never disappeared entirely, grew much wider as he processed her request.



“You want to hear how fat I can get?”



She shook her head in spirited disagreement.



“No? Oh, I know! You want me to tell you how fat I am going to get?”



This time she nodded vigorously with enthusiasm.



“I’m going to get so big and fat, baby,” he told her between kisses. “But I need you to help me. I need you to keep feeding me and making me eat and eat so that I can become the big, fat man of your dreams.”



As he gradually slid a finger between her legs, he was greeted with a breathy moan of pleasure and he could feel how wet and ready she was. He wanted to taste her. He wanted desperately to feel what it was like inside of her. He imagined it would be a smooth and silky piece of heaven, a sensual slice of red-velvet cake. Did everything relate back to food in his mind, he pondered internally. Yes, it did, he decided. He was done with pretending otherwise.



“Will you take care of me, Heather, when I am so obese that I can’t get out of bed anymore?”



She let out another sexy little shriek and began digging beneath the bloated orb of his stomach in search of the button of his pants. “I will, baby. I want to be your feeder girl sex slave.”



“I want it so bad. I want to always be full and to always be growing fatter and fatter. I want to be your fat hog of a man.”



“Oh, you are going to be,” she said, finally grasping his hard dick and tugging at it methodically. “I’m going to make you my fat little piggy.”



He threw his head back and let out a substantial sigh. She was about to make him cum. He wasn’t sure he was ready for that yet. The hesitation in the air became palpable.



“What’s wrong?” she asked, sounding equal parts confused and panicked.



He weighed his words carefully. “I want to make love to you so badly right now.”



“Then what is stopping you?”



“This is only our first date. I want to treat you with respect and not try to jump your bones on the first day we met.”



She laughed. “I believe I am the one that is attempting the bone jumping. Or, in this case, fat jumping.” She laughed harder, even though it was kind of a lame joke.



“It’s just that… I probably sound like a prude, but I want it to be special. I really like you, Heather. I feel like we have the potential to have something really special between us, and I don’t want to ruin it because we let things move too fast. We have had way too much to drink tonight. It may be clouding your judgment. ”



“Believe me when I say that I meant every last word I said to you tonight. I am not drunk. I want all of those things and more. I would love to have sex with you too right now, but we don’t have to. We can wait. It is actually very sweet that you to care more about our future together than any late night, drunken tryst we might have in the present.”



“I thought you weren’t drunk,” he said, throwing her a side-eyed glance.



“Damn it, I just said that, didn’t I? Maybe I am drunk a little. I am tired too. Being so charming really takes it out of me.”



She flashed him her bright, winning smile, instigating amorous feelings within him for about the thousandth time that night. He wasn’t ready to take their physical relationship to the next level yet, but he wasn’t exactly ready for their enchanting evening to end either.

“I am tired too, and I have to get up early in the morning to open the bakery. Do you want to go back to my place and sleep with me?”

“I thought we weren’t doing that.”

“I don’t mean it that way. I mean to just go to sleep together. I have a king-sized bed. I would imagine waking up next to you would be the best feeling in the world.”

“That is so sweet,” she said, hopping off of him and snatching up her dress from where it had fallen on the floor. “You are the most thoughtful guy. The more I get to know you, it just seems unbelievable to me that you are single. Any woman would be so lucky to have you.”

“That’s just it, though. Women never take the time to get to know me. They see the exterior and run screaming in the other direction.” He began gathering his clothes and readying himself for the short trip to his house.

“I doubt it is as bad as all that.”

“You really are drunk, aren’t you?”

“Stop harassing the drunk girl,” she warned and teasingly punched his arm.

“I just find it hard to believe that you don’t understand how women, shit, how most people feel about people like me. If you love fat men so much, surely you have dated a few of us and know how cruel people can be.”

“I do. My boyfriend in high school weighed over 400 pounds. He had it pretty rough. It was hard on me too, though. We couldn’t even hold hands or kiss without some jackass yelling ‘fat lover’ or ‘don’t you know how fat he is’. My parents still think something is wrong with me.”

“That is good to know. I am sure they will love me.”

“They’ll learn to. They don’t have a choice in the matter.”

When they were both fully clothed once again, Peter led the way back outside. It was still very chilly out, but they decided to walk the short distance to his place hand-in-hand. Thankfully, no jackasses were present to jeer at the blossoming romance between the beautiful young woman and her beautifully fat man.

When they got back to Peter’s brownstone, they both stripped down to their underwear and cuddled up together underneath his white cotton sheets. Heather clung close to his enormous body, rubbing her tiny hands over each ample curve in a fluid motion. It was so relaxing that he almost immediately drifted off into the best night’s sleep of his life.

“Thank you so much, Heather,” he mumbled from somewhere between sleep and awake.

“For what?”

“For the best night of my life.” With that, he kissed her once on the forehead and proceeded to sleep like a baby until the next morning. He was right, too. Waking up next to her was the best feeling in the world.