chapter 5

He struggled to awareness, at once cold and warm. The most curious sensations he was experiencing as his mind flitted in the confines of his aching skull. He felt his head cradled, surrounded by a curious warmth and a delicious herbal, musky scent filled his nostrils. Where am I, why am i so cold elsewhere. He tried to move and felt his fat body slide against the cool wet tiles, the familiar tug of his huge belly pooling, pulling away from his torso as it does when he lay on his side.

Something is holding his head, no something. He hears her voice...good freaking blazes he realized, his heart suddenly pounding in crushing embarrassment...oh my freaking god it's her, it's Cloe.

""Oh dear god," he moaned struggling, trying to sit, blushing crimson in abject fear of being seen as he really was...grossly obese, hugely fat his worst fears realized, "please go," he sobbed. "Oh god I am so embarrassed. Please leave me alone, I will understand if you are offended, disgusted. I didn't..." With a huge effort he got to his knees, his head throbbing intensely and tried futilely to hide his nakedness. She was even more beautiful up close and his breath caught, His face still flaming red in his shame, he found her deep liquid eyes and where he expected to see revulsion and disgust he saw only compassion.

"Offended? Because you hit your head? Shhhhh....don't move so fast. Let me help you". She honestly looked confused by his reaction. "I'm sorry to barge in on you while you're naked. I was worried."

Now that she was close and her voice not muffled by electronics, he could hear the soft country twang to her words. He was vaguely aware, through the pain in his head, of her getting to her feet and reaching out her hands to help steady him. "Let's get you in the bed. You hit your head pretty hard and I want to get a closer look at it."

He managed to stand, shakily, with one hand on the counter. He felt her slide under one arm, get up close to him, and with one arm around his side she started to guide him carefully across the wet floor. She had to turn sideways to get out the door with him but she managed to help him find his way to the bed. She sat him down on the edge of the bed and stood between his legs to get better access to his head. His belly pressed against her front as she paid close attention to his bruises. She loved how it molded against her as he breathed, but she hid her excitement well. She barely knew this man and there were bigger issues to worry about.

His head hurt so bad and he was so dizzy he almost threw up, tasting the bile in the back of his throat. Never before in his memory had he felt so terrible, so hurt and so mortified. Realizing he was no longer in control he allowed himself to be guided into his master suite. Extremely aware of her contact, her amazing strength as she held him, the feel of her fingers sinking into his soft naked fat. His skin was still slick from his bathing and the cool air on it sent a shuddering chill through his body as she helped him to sit on the edge of the bed. Quickly she pulled a comforter over his shoulders and he sighed, still dazed, his had spinning.

"Thank you, god Cloe I'm so sorry, please leave me alone, I'll be ok..." he felt another wave of dizziness sweep through his body and only her holding his shoulders kept him from toppling helplessly forward.

"Be still..." he heard her whisper, then felt her thighs pushing his apart so she could move closer into him, her entire concentration on the walnut sized bump on his head. He felt the rough denim of her work jeans moving against his naked inner thighs and then as his great belly sagged between.... oh god...her body pressing into him as she explored his scalp. Struggling against a wave of threatening blackness, he tried to say something but could not.

"I don't think you have a concussion but if you want I can call the doctor for a quick home visit." She made him open his eyes and follow a finger she trailed in front of his face. His focus was good. He followed the finger before letting his eyes come to a stop on hers. She smiled at him, "Now stop telling me to leave, I'm not going to just let you sit here like this. I'm going to get you comfortable while you decide if you want me to call the doctor or not. Then we can go from there."