chapter 2

i have the luxury of coming and going pretty much as i please. i often work from home... i work for two other firms as well. however, i have to admit that after being at this company for two years, watching these guys, including my love/lust interest, ben, get bigger and bigger, is a huge turn on for me. having always been a lover large men, i choose to come into the office more often than i really need to.

ben, being co-founder and owner, was the one that interviewed me. i walked around the block that day before our meeting-at the always busy indian buffet-next to their office. i peeked in and spotted him and two of his junior *up and coming* proteges, just finishing their meals. i'd of course googled him and the company, so i recognized them easily ... i couldn't help but notice that all three of them were very heavyset, with a lot of extra padding. birds of a feather? oh well, it was eye candy for me at the very least.

i was glued to the three of them, still a stranger, watching them heave themselves up from the table, laughing, jackets put on but left undone, bellies prominent and round. the two juniors, both gorgeous bears, were teasing each other--hands all over each other's bloated stomachs--prodding, caressing, giggling.

they must be lovers, i thought. later I found out this was indeed true. they were adorable and hilarious and caustically witty, and became two of my best friends at the firm in short order. i delighted in watching them enjoy their bodies unabashedly. how they flirted and touched each other, a sensual pleasure that most would try to keep secret, but they were like an x-rated movie, right up in my face. i just sat back and enjoyed the show.

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ben had untucked his dress shirt (or it had untucked itself?), which didn't cover his substantial belly anyway-a thick band of soft underbelly was in full view. he undid the bottom two buttons to let his stomach relax and spread out across his thighs. looking very sleepy, he started to cup and massage the fat that hung down below ... the shirt was just not big enough to accommodate [i was soon to find out] the additional 50+ pounds he'd put on in the last, extremely stressful year - a messy break up, his mother's very complicated death and a financial crisis after the profits from his last company were snorted away by his previous business partner-this, and so much more, had all contributed to him throwing himself into his new business full on, and shoving down the overwhelming, negative, lingering feelings with food, and booze.

having a wrestler's barrel-chested, stocky build, he was comfortable with being big--revelled in it even--but going from a solid 280 at 6 feet, to more than 340 in such a short time had taken its toll in many ways.

being a confident man, his logical, health-conscious mind had not yet caught up with the reality of the physical weight that had piled on, mostly on his massive, 60-inch plus standing belly that had started to hang down below his well-tailored shirts, hovering over the waistband of his pants, which he wore under his ballooning, heavy gut. inside he still saw himself as the 280-pound amateur wrestler he'd been, not the morbidly obese, yet wildly successful, professional he'd become.

he moved with a strange mixture of innate grace and natural athletic coordination, combined with the physical challenges of carrying so much extra weight: two seats in planes, extended seat belts (hopefully big enough), never fitting on, and so avoiding all other public transportation, the most extreme case of sleep apnea i've ever witnessed, skyrocketing blood pressure, edema and restless leg syndrome, cardiovascular issues up the yin-yang --- and, a complete lack of interest in changing his lifestyle.

it surprised me, how he could walk across my hardwood floor with barely a squeak-a stealth bomber-whereas i who appeared so small, tromped across the floor like a heard of elephants. his soul was lighter maybe? i still don't know.