chapter 3: poked

Selene and I went to a nice dinner for our last meal of the trip. She wore a pretty black dress that fit perfectly and accentuated her beautiful curves. I tried to force on a black tank top with my "oversized" shorts, but I looked like I was a stuffed sausage. I remember so distinctly how my gut hung over the waistband so far, my love handles overflowing, and my chubby chest looking ridiculous with my bra fitting tighter than ever. I decided to completely give up trying to hide the evidence of my gluttony. I figured no one but Selene would remember what I looked like, and at this point I was so embarrassed (& turned on) to try to care what I looked like.

When we got to the restaurant, the entire male wait staff was entranced with Selene. They dubbed me their personal translator so they could all flirt with her. Not a single person complimented me or gave me any look - it was all about Selene.

Previously, I had been the one to get the attention. I had been the one with the fit body, perfectly coordinated outfits, hairstyles, etc. But now I was just Selene's fat friend. Even though she weighed more than me, she carried it all in her bust and hips, so her curves were alluring and her clothes complimented them so well. Me, on the other hand, had an oversized gut hanging over my waistband, with two love handles oozing out on either side, back fat over my bra, chubby thighs, and a double chin. I looked ridiculous next to her. I ended up eating the entire entree and appetizer and part of her meal since she was "too distracted by the men" to be hungry.

I hardcore waddled back on the cobblestone roads, completely overstuffed, humiliated, and filled with equal parts regret and arousal. Then, the craziest thing happened. Selene looked at me, looked down at my gut, poked it, then laughed.

I nearly died. It was every fantasy I've ever had come true, except it wasn't with someone who shared the fetish. It was with my friend who was laughing at me for getting fat on our vacation. It was also the hottest moment of my life and I'll never forget it. We never spoke a word of it, and she probably doesn't remember it at all. To her, it was probably just her friend overdoing it on a spring break trip. Nothing sinister, just a little embarrassing, right?