chapter 4

I decided that he needed some comfort food and made my famous lasagna.

Two hours later I knocked again on his door to wake him up and helped him up again.

His sombre face lit up a bit when he saw what I had cooked.

"That looks and smells really delicious," he told me. "But I don't know if I can eat. There are so many questions running through my head."

"Balderdash" I told him. "Now we are enjoying the food and then you will feel better and we can talk about everything."

His stomach growled affirmatively.

So we sat down and enjoyed the meal. After finishing he admitted that he felt much better with a full belly.

We cleaned the kitchen and sat down in the living room.

"What now?" He asked. "I don't know where to go, but I can't stretch your hospitality more. You did such a lot for me I don't know how I can ever thank you for that."

"Well, I gave some thought to that over the cooking. And I found the perfect solution. I hope you will agree with me." I explained. "I find you a very pleasant roommate. It seems we are getting on very well together. So what if I lend you my guestroom? You need to pay your share on the running costs and for the food too. Of course you can move out as soon as you find a flat. So what do you think?"

Tom looked at me with big eyes. " You would do that for me? Why? I got the impression today that no one wants anything to do with me. And if I break things here?"

"I think you should have noticed by now that my house is furnished with very sturdy furniture, so I doubt that something will break. And as I told you, I like your company. I would like to come home and be able to talk to someone."

"I noticed that everything is made for my needs, so that would really be a good idea if you're sure."

"I'm sure" I affirmed.

"Then I take you on your offer. I'm looking for a flat but I'm grateful to have time to find the right one."

After we cleared that up, I told him that I thought he would have better chances if he could dress up a bit. He agreed with that explaining that there was no need for clothes before and it might get difficult to find something in his size.

So we decided to measure him up and then search the internet for something that fit. It wasn't so easy to get the right measurements, as my tape measure was not long enough. So we took a piece of wool. Eventually we got a number. Standing he was 248 cm round and when he sat down he had a circumference of 292 cm. I found that very impressive.

"Oh" Tom sighed, "I knew I'm really looking massive since I saw my reflection in that window. But to see those numbers...I'm really a whale. No wonder I have so much problem getting around."

Of course the numbers made me very excited. I hoped that my blushing face wouldn't betray me. But Tom was still deep in his self-reflection.

I compared the sizes and the meassurements and finally told him, that he would have go up to a size 15xl. That was the biggest size available and we could only hope that it would be stretchy enough. It took us a long time but eventually we found one German online-shop with clothes so big. But then it was only sweatpants and T-shirts. So he ordered 2 of both.

As it was Sunday I bought two big grilled Knuckles of pork for dinner. I put them in the oven and while preparing the salad and waiting for them to get ready we talked more about the terms of our living arrangement. How much he would be able to pay and what he could do to participate with the chores of the house. Obviously there weren't too much possibilities what he could do, but he offered to cook and put the dishes in and out of the dishwasher.

" I can't promise that I can do more, but I can promise that I will try as much as possible" he assured me.

We discussed what he would cook the next day and made a shopping list for me to get after work.

After dinner we watched again a movie before I bid my good night as I had to get up early the next morning.

Of course I couldn't sleep with the images of my fat guest sitting in my living room swirling around in my mind.

After some time I heard the unmistakeable sounds of him getting up, his groaning and heavy breathing and his heavy steps when he went to the bathroom and then to bed.

Imagining his gigantic swaying belly and finally when it got silent him laying on the side spreading this unbelievable mass of softness beside him I got my release and fell asleep.

The next morning at work I wasn't able to concentrate properly. My thoughts were still at home. During my break I called my doctor and explained to her Tom's situation. She gave me an appointment for the next day. She wanted to make a full check up, so that he should be fasting, which includes a following appointment the next day.

In addition she asked if we possibly could get him weighed before as the scale in her office only went to 200 kilograms, not nearly enough for Tom.

As I couldn't get myself concentrating on work I decided to take the next days free so that we would have enough time for the doctor and other errands.

After work I hurried to get my grocery shopping and to get home. It was so nice to come home and to be greated with a warm smile, a welcoming "Hi Kate, how was your day?" and of course the wonderful view of such a handsome man sitting on my couch, legs spread wide to accomodate his girth. I wanted to hug him and kiss him, but restraint myself to a smile.

I told him a bit about my day and what the doctor said.

"But how can I weigh myself" Tom asked cluelessly, "when even the doctor has no scale that's big enough?"

"I can only think of one possibility." I told him hesitantly. "There is this truck scale in the neighbourhood. We can drive over one time with you and than without you and see what's the difference. It's quite accurate in kilos."

"A truck scale?" Tom was shocked.

"Yes I think there won't be too many people in the morning. It will be less embarassing than on a scale in slaughterhouse or a veterinary clinic or somewhere else which we would have to find first. You will see that it will be really easy going. But the doctor made it clear that it is important to know your weight."

What I didn't want to tell him is how incredibly turned on I was that his weight was so great that he needed to resort to using a truck scale or a livestock scale -- I was aroused just thinking about it! So aroused that I wanted to rip off his sweat pants and take him right there on the floor ...