Chapter 5 - his usual

It seemed like hours had passed since she and Daniel had gotten to the Coldstone. Not because they weren’t enjoying each others company - they very much were. In fact, they were hitting it off wonderfully. But internally, Julianne was still too lost in her nagging thoughts to let it register. What also didn’t sink in was the fact that Daniel really seemed to enjoy his size; he had no apparent inhibitions about his fat, and he eagerly overate. It was all staring her in the face, but she just wouldn’t let herself trust it. She thought about Theo, and how Theo seemed to enjoy his fat, too, as well as all her fat admirations and encouragement. But Theo was lying – to himself, to her, to everyone. And then he was mean. And it still hurt. She wanted so badly to tell Daniel how big and handsome he was, but anytime the urge to flirt struck, her doubts would rise up and strangle it. Her joyously pro-fat self was trapped, stymied by her own rioting emotions. Their conversation carried on, of course, just like any friendly, stumbling, and eager first time, but God, she wanted to say so much more.

Daniel finished his big sundae with one last bowl-scraping spoonful of caramel, then sat back and muffled a belch with his napkin. He smiled a sheepish grin at her.

“‘Scuse me,” he said.

Her heart leapt; she giggled, and out slipped: “So what’s next, big man?” She laughed immediately, loud and nervous, and more than a little horrified at herself. But Daniel just chuckled, his belly a big bouncing delight. She wanted to pat it and laugh with him, but couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d offended him – something that she simultaneously knew just wasn’t true. She was really starting to piss herself off.

Daniel glanced up at the menu, and Julianne nearly gasped. Is there really something coming next? In the short time she’d been with him he’d already eaten enough for three people. Was he really going to have more?

The fat-lover inside her just couldn’t take it anymore; she had to say something. Daniel read the menu with a gluttonous gleam in his eye, and Julianne’s insides screamed, Tell him! Just tell him--

“I love--” was as far as she got before she choked and looked away.

She could feel Daniel look at her and she blushed. Great, she grimaced. You’re in it now, Jules; the rope is strung, might as well hang yourself.

Fine. I will.

“I love that you eat so much.” Once it was out, she looked up at him.

He was looking back at her, his eyes happy and warm. “I’m glad for that,” he grinned, “I love it too.”

Julianne’s smile zipped big across her face. “Oh... Oh, good,” her head tingled and buzzed; she shook it quickly, her smile strong as ever. “You’re so…” her hand brought the rest of her cone up to her mouth, as if in a last-ditch attempt to shut her up. “You’re just so--” She popped the end of the cone in her mouth and got caught up crunching; this time she really did lose the words. Her hands started to gesture while she chewed, and she realized they were grabbing at the air as if kneading flab. She blushed and yanked her hands back. Daniel laughed again, and his whole body shook.

“You’re adorable,” he said. She smiled through her cheeks, finished chewing, and swallowed. Finally, she spoke again.

“No fair. I was going to say that to you.”

“Oh, okay.” He leaned in over his huge belly, “Then you’re delicious.”

Julianne gulped. She’d never been flirted with so brazenly - not by a fat guy, anyway. Most fat guys had an obstacle course of defenses when it came to any kind of flirtation, and she’d usually have to spend their first couple of dates just convincing them she was sincere. This was way better.

“So then,” she gave him a coy look, “what are you having next?”

“Oh, not much,” he shrugged, “a shake maybe.”

“Just to top things off.”

“Sure. Something chocolaty, maybe cheesecakey… or peanut butter, caramel…”

“Uh huh. Nothing big.”

“Well, nothing too big,” he winked.

She bit her lip and sprang from her chair. “Be right back.”


Julianne stood at the counter, bouncing on her heels, her fingers tapping eagerly on the smooth butcher block. The server appeared from the back, carrying with her a fresh five-gallon drum of ice cream; she carried it before her like a belly, and waddled slightly from its weight. Julianne smiled to herself. She saw fat everywhere, obesity always foremost in her mind. The server replaced the empty drum in the freezer, then came to the counter.

“Can I help you?” She was plump, not quite middle-aged, with a calm, experienced look.

“I need a big milkshake.” Her heart raced just saying the words.

The server darted a quick glance at Daniel, then asked, “You want his usual?”

“Uh... What?”

“Oh, sorry. Is the shake for you or for him?” She nodded toward Daniel, and Julianne blushed a little.

“It’s for him—uh, is he a regular?”

The server shrugged. “Off and on, since we opened. But yeah, pretty regular the last fifty pounds or so.” She chuckled, and Julianne joined in with her goofy, grinning guffaw.

“Really? What does he get?”

“Oh, he goes right for the top. PB&C - peanut butter and chocolate. We call it the twenty-ten.”

Julianne looked up at the menu. Jesus, she meant calories: the largest PB&C boasted two-thousand and ten of them. “Okay then.”

She rang it up, “O-kay; and then he’ll play the field for the second one.”

“The second?”

“He gets two milkshakes.”

“Wow. Then let’s get...” She looked at the menu and tried to sort through the numbers, but her brain was too busy picturing Daniel just filling and filling his belly. “Whatever the next one, you know, the next highest, uh, calorie...”

“That’d be the Oh Fudge.”

“Awesome. And load ‘em up.”

The server smiled. “You’re cute. He’s a lucky man.”

“You kidding? I’m the one hit the jackpot here.”

“Ha! Then you’d better get to know our menu.” She handed Julianne a folded menu with the calorie counts proudly displayed. “My name’s Polly. You just give a call when you need something whipped up.”

It’s funny how quickly things can turn around, Julianne thought. Just a couple of hours ago she was grumbling and alone. Now, her spirits were soaring; and all because of a great gluttonous fat man. She smiled back at Polly, and took the menu.

“Absolutely I will.”


God she was hot, Daniel thought as he watched Julianne chat with Polly. Wicked eyes, killer smile, goofy laugh, and a dynamite body to fill out those jeans. He sure did something right today. He shifted in his seat, planting his feet wider apart to accommodate his fuller belly, and licked his lips as he stared at her nice round ass. He tasted traces of ice cream and syrup, and gave his belly a loving pat. Yep, he’d been doing a lot of things right lately.

He looked around the Coldstone. Used to be a big and tall store, way back before he really needed it (and back when they called it a “Fat Men’s Shop”). He remembered the giant overalls that used to hang in the window. This window in fact, he thought as he scanned the glass next to him. Those things had an eighty-inch waist; they were enthralling, and terrifying, and he wished they were still there. You didn’t see things like that around much anymore, he thought; the really big sizes seem to have migrated online. Couldn’t get too bummed about it, though, when years later the place becomes an ice cream shop. Still, he wondered how easy it would be to find eighty-inch waistlines, even online. And what about beyond that? Would he have to go custom? That would be a pretty major expense, custom-made clothes. Wow; was he seriously thinking about growing his belly past eighty inches?

Then Julianne returned; his mind snapped back to the present. There she was, this beautiful girl, smiling in front of him and holding out a milkshake.

“I’m back.”

“Thanks.” He grinned and took the shake, then noticed the bag in her hands. “What’s that?”

“Your second.”

“Two shakes?” He asked as he sipped the first.

“Yep. You have a fan.” Julianne nodded back toward the counter, and Daniel smiled: Polly. The second shake was Polly’s idea on a particularly greedy afternoon some months ago, and had since become routine. Daniel thought for a moment to be embarrassed about his excess, but then just as quickly thought, why bother? This was all too good; if he didn’t have it like this, he would wish that he did. He stood, paused for a moment for balance, and then Julianne took his arm and the two of them started for the door.

“Thanks, Polly!” Daniel waved to her, Julianne beaming beside him.

“Any time, Danny boy!” Polly called cheerfully back.