Chapter 1 - The big guy

She was sitting in small cafe enjoing well flavoured capuchino. Before her layed thick book of arts history that she really should be reading and that she hadnt even touched. She couldnt force herself to study much at the dormitory, she had to change places. And she had to change the blood in her vains into coffee.
She took another sip, inhaling the smell. She leaned into her seat eyeing the scenery of almost IKEA furniture around her. It wasnt the cosiest place ever, but with some work… she rolled her deep brown eyes, there were other things she should be focusing on at the moment. – like the man who entered the door.
He. Was. Huge. Like huge huge, huge filling the entire door huge. She was sure as hell that she wasnt the only one staring. His body was completly covered with thick layer of fat, from his swalloved ankles to neck/chins/puffy face. He waddled to the seat, jiggling his large belly in front of him.
She had to force to look in front of her again as he sat behind her. She could hear the chair squiking under him, it had to be completly burried under his ass. She lusted to look at him sitting. He was good ball while standing, he had to look marvelous having his belly laying on his thights – oh damn, she hadnt got good look at them while she had the chance.
It didnt take long and the only waiter appeared with large tray filled with cakes, scones, sweets and much more stuff and brought it to the fattys table. He didnt even take the order. She chuckled, maybe seeing someone as large already meant they want to try everything from the menu, put it in their greedy mouth and fill their large belly. She shouldnt be thinking about it she felt even stronger desire to look over her shoulder and see how hes stuffing his face.
She had to come up with something it wasnt as if people like him appeared from every courner. She standed up to go to the toilet. He already dug into the large meal that suddenly looked a lot smaller. She waiter few moments at the toilet and as she camed back, she casualy sitted on the oposite chair so she had better look at him. She picked up her book and looked over the pages.
He had to be over 450 pounds. His legs were clearly spread so his gut has enought room to spread to. It made him look even wider, not to mention how deeply the armrests were digging into his sides. He practicaly covered them. His moobs, which were way bigger then hers, and she was rather gifted girl, layed on top of the dome of his stomag squished occasionaly by his arms. His arms that were practicaly as thick as her legs. He was so insanely huge.
She met his eyes, blushing furiously as it was obvious she stared at him. But unlike other occasions when she was cought – was it smile on his face? Had he actualy smirked at the fact that she was eyeing him from head to toe, taking in every detail in his way over obese body?
And then he continued with his feast. She had to be imagining things. There was no way he could be pleased by someone staring at him. Nobody could be. Nobody as large as he was. She bitted her lip. His tray was almost cleaned, he sure ate fast. He leaned back into the chair causing another cry from the poor wood. Putting his hand on his round belly he once again looked at her.
This time she looked into the book fast enought. It had to look like she was reading. But she wanted to look again. She wanted to see him. She wanted to see him finish the tray. He had to be full already.
When she flipped the page, she saw that he was eating again. Slower this time, but still, he was putting more and more sweet stuff into his plumb lips – oh those lips. She wondered what it would feel like to feel them on hers. What it would feel like to touch him. Her breathing got a bit quicker. She had to calm herself down, she had to study.