Chapter 2 - a date with mark

I'm a hell of a lot better at this now, Lynn reflected, tugging slightly on her tight outfit as she walked towards the bar. Indeed, a lot more had changed about Lynn in the past three years than just an additional 100 lbs. She had perfected getting fat-shamed on Tinder dates to an art, setting a new personal best last month at -6 hours when her date had cancelled on her, claiming a friend of his recognized her photos and told him what a fat cow she had turned into (Lynn ordered a large pizza to celebrate and ate the entire thing while reading his text over and over, and she still hasn't found any porn hotter than that screenshot). But even though she spent nearly every weekend getting mocked and degraded, Lynn was now a far more confident and assertive person the rest of time. This had proven to be very useful too in helping deal with criticism from her friends and parents and snide comments from her coworkers. The old Lynn might have balked at all the negative remarks she was receiving from everyone, but Fat Lynn just brushed them aside and memorized their faces for future masturbation/binge sessions.
Ok Mark, how are you going to shame me tonight? Lynn let her eyes wander around the bar, pleased to see that it was busy but not crowded. She had found that it was best to have a large enough audience to get a lot reactions, but not so large that she wouldn't be noticed. Oh there you are. Wow, you're cuter than I expected. Lynn walked toward him, smiling and watching his face intently. He glanced at her, seemingly amazed that someone would choose to go out in a shirt they could barely button, then his eyes snapped back to her, finding Lynn's old face underneath chubby cheeks and a double chin. He continued to gawk as she came up to him but managed to recover in time to give her a smile and a hug. "Hi Lynn! It's great to meet you," Mark said, eyes flickering from her face to her stomach to her cleavage and back up again to her face. "And it's great to meet you! You're cuter in person," Lynn beamed. "Thank you, you, you look amazing. Y-your pictures don't do you justice," Mark stammered, blushing a bit. Very impressive, Lynn thought, well done Mark. And not a hint of disgust or even embarrassment, although you couldn't hide your surprise. That's okay though, I like a challenge.
They were mostly done with their first beers when Lynn made her next move. Grabbing a menu, she said "Do you want to order an appetizer or something? I didn't eat a very big dinner" (a lie of course, Lynn had actually stuffed herself at McDonalds just a few hours ago, but she was in fact a bit hungry again). "Of course! I'm a bit hungry myself, maybe we should get two things?" Oh big mistake Lynn thought. "Yeah that's a good idea. I've heard the onion rings are really good here, can we get those?" "Sure thing. How about some jalapeno poppers too?" Mark replied. "I'd love some."
Their food came with their second round of beers, and Lynn dug in without a word, greedily pulling the rings towards her but still grabbing some poppers. She had initially started eating like this just to seem piggish, but soon discovered it also meant she got a lot more food, annoying her date and making her fatter. It was a win-win! She snuck glances at Mark while she shoved food into her face, getting grease on her chin and dropping crumbs into her cleavage, but, even though he was staring intently at her, she still couldn't detect any embarrassment or disgust on his face. Lynn was so surprised she actually stopped eating for a second, allowing Mark to grab some onion rings. "Damn, these are good!" he exclaimed, smiling. Unable to help herself, she smiled back. No dammit, don't have a good time! There's nothing shameful about that, how will I get off tonight? That's it, it's time.
"It's a little hot in here, mind if I take this flannel off?" "Only if you've got something else on underneath it!" joked Mark. Oh I do Lynn thought, getting down from her chair. She started unbuttoning the shirt, feeling her body expand slightly, free from its confinement. As she undid the bottom button and draped the flannel over the back of her chair, she saw someone at the neighboring table nudge his friend and gesture towards her, grinning horribly, and behind the bar their waitress couldn't conceal her disgust.
She could feel the straps of her gray tank top sinking into her shoulder fat and the fabric squeezing her EE breasts into some remarkable cleavage. But Lynn knew without looking that everyone's eyes had moved below those, along the fabric of her top stretched out over her plump gut and stopping, staring, at the solid inch of exposed skin below the bottom of her tank top, where a beautiful roll of fat curled over the tight waistband of her jeans, ending on either hip with a thick love handle. They were her pride and joy, and Lynn would often play with them, grabbing one in each hand and relishing how much there still was to grab.
Now that's what I'm talking about, Lynn thought, heart pumping as she glanced from the table of giggling bros over to their disgusted waitress and several others seated at the bar, some looking similarly sickened but others just pitying. She felt a rush of shame and excitement at all the negative attention. But what does my date think? Lynn turned towards him as she hopped back up on her stool, pulling uselessly at the hem of her tank top in case anyone had missed her exposed roll. Mark had froze, beer halfway to his agape mouth, but still not a trace of disgust crossed his face, or a suppressed giggle, or even pity! I clearly shocked him at least, Lynn thought triumphantly, but this guy's a pro! But then Mark unfroze, and, taking a big gulp of beer, leaned over and quickly stammered, "w-would you like to go back to my place?"