chapter 2

He stretched and groaned with pleasure at her touch and smiled guiltily, "Yes, I guess I have overdone it since we last met, it certainly shows doesn't it, and I'm afraid it has made things a bit harder for me to do. But I'm glad you're finally here to help, and by the way that's a gorgeous print you're wearing, it suits you."

He watched her blush prettily, "And speaking of help, give me a hand, sweetheart, it's getting close to dinner time if you hadn't noticed from the noise this belly is making. Let's put together one or two or three of those giant colorado bacon omlettes to tide us over. We can sit on the porch and watch the sun set...ok?"

He grasped her hand and used it to lever himself up out of the cradling hammock, smiling at her gasp as his somewhat larger belly spilled forward into her hands.

He saw her smile and nod, and not without giving one last squeeze of his underbelly fat, tugged him to his feet. Her strength surprised him, "Somebody has been working out I see," he commented dryly, "and I also see some hard corners here and there pushing through that thin fabric. Looks like it's your turn to relax and allow me to reline and repad that upholstery of yours over these next several weeks."

She blushed again and smiled to herself, touched that he had noticed the effects of all her hard work at the gym recently. His offer to help her relax and unwind coupled with the implication that she had become almost too thin warmed her heart and sent a subtle wave of joy through her chest. It was a surprise to hear someone say that, considering she'd spent so long thinking of herself as the chubby girl. However, she also had to admit that the blush and the smile were somewhat related to the soft mound of man that had fallen into her hands as she helped him up. He was irresistible in this way.

They headed into the cottage to get started on dinner, she was starving from her long trip. She noticed almost immediately that he was right when he claimed that his previous overindulgence made it a bit harder for him to do things. He moved gingerly around the kitchen chopping onions and peppers for their meal while she darted around him, spry and light on her feet, helping to fry bacon and grate cheese. She delighted in running her small hand across his wide back and around the creased side of his waist as she brushed past him, and having him accidentally lumber into her round backside as she was running to get a beer from the back fridge. She called back to him, "Want anything?" to which he replied, "Whatever you're having my beautiful island girl."

Lucky for her his size hadn't impaired his cooking ability and the omelets turned out fluffy and delicious. They sat together on the porch quietly enjoying their dinner while the breeze floated past them, the exact temperature of their skin. "So what have you been up to the past six months?" she asked.

He replied, "Oh, this and that...you know me. Tinkering with my bike, not that there's pavement anywhere close, reading, and of course enjoying my own cooking." She smiled at him, amused by his endearing talents.

"So what have you been doing back on the mainland without me to pamper you?" he asked.

"Oh, this and that..." she replied with a wink, "although, I've been working entirely too much. We keep having people quit on us and they refuse to fill behind them. I've been so stressed, working out was the best way to relax and take my mind off things."

"Well that's just unacceptable," he replied. "I'm sure we can find ways other than working yourself to death and wasting away in the process to relieve your stress." Her one dimpled smile shown brightly as she looked at one of her favorite people on earth. She was so glad to be back here with him.

"And let's start by you finishing that omelette I slaved over for you...I've already eaten two and you've barely touched yours. You're way too slim baby, and you know how I hate those sharp edges you get whenever you are out of my sight for any length of time."

He stood and stretched, burping softly as he gently massaged the sides of his naked belly. He moved behind her and quickly caught her, pushing down on her shoulders as she started to rise. "No you don't, I said finish it. You're going to sit right here, get the rest of that omelet inside that tiny shrunken belly and enjoy this special sunset I preordered especially for you as I massage this beautiful stubborn neck and shoulders that I've been missing these months."

He frowned at the tenseness he felt as he worked her over, gently massaging her neck as she swallowed and then her shoulders as she took the each bite and chewed, loving the soft moans coming from her. He knew she was experiencing pleasure inside and out. Seeing she was finishing the last couple bites, he pressed his belly into her back, and slid his hands down and under her arms, then her sides, clucking to himself as he felt her muscular thinness and gymnast caliber abdomen.

"Oh babe, we have to do something about this, and these as well," he whispered as he leaned over her kissing her neck and cupping her firm breasts, feeling her nipples perk through the thin colorful fabric and harden between his gentle fingers.

"We are going to let go together and going to have a marvelous time doing it."