chapter 2

While lumbering for the door, I Light up a cigarette. Most smokers I knew in college liked to smoke while drinking, or perhaps after a hefty meal, but I've surpassed a pack a day, and don't seem to be putting the Turkish Royals down any time soon. I reach the door and expect Ignacio, the usual delivery man to simply leave my bags on my porch. He's been delivering for me for a year or two now, I lose track of time. I guess he's grown increasingly tired of seeing my expanding body, and
since my orders always paid for theres no need to chat with the whale of a man who orders enough for several families. Today though, I'm suprised. There's a girl here today, a tiny, short, and skinnylittle thing who looks like shes in college. She's surrounded by bags from my gigantic order, and looks a bit bored, texting on her iphone. I open the door, and the second she looks up from the tiny screen it hits her, and her jaw drops. "Oh my...I mean good afternoon sir! I had a delivery for Evan?" she said hesitantly, her voice shaking, trying not to stare at the vast expanse of my belly, and at my gigantic man boobs that make her small, perky breasts look like mosquito bites."yes, that's me! Thank you" I say with a warm smile, "Would you mind helping me bring the order in? I'll slip you a tip".While she looked unsure, the prospect of money seemed to perk her up a little bit, and she picked up some bags and handed them to me, while she took the bruntof thelabor and took the last 6 bags.Heaving my fat body 30 feet back to the couch is a lot of work for me, so I walked very slowly and heavily. Graced slowed up, to keep pace. Walking into my living room, you seethe simplicity of my living quarters. My house is a decent one, sparesely decorated, with only a few posters and paintings gracing the walls, a large tv with gamingconsoles, a couch, coffee table, and two end tables. My maid keeps it clean whenshe comes in every couple days, and I'm better about keeping trash contained than I was in my youth, so nobody would expect a near-600 pound glutton to live here. Strewn about my table are a few things you'd expect for an average bachelor to have, a couple empty beer bottles, a few old wrappers from cigarillos, an ashtray withbutts, and several mason jars of different extremely strong strains of weed. About halfway there, I wanted the silence to end so, I tried making a little conversation. "I was expecting Ignacio, I've never seen you before. How long have you been with munchies?""I just started last week" the skinny delivery girl said, "My names Grace". I look at her, and notice her deep blue eyes. Pretty, and a great compliment to her auburn hair, "A pleasure to meet you, Grace"A half smile escaped from her lips, then for once she stopped avoided making eyecontact with me, and looked at me dead in the eyes and asked; "Umm, sir?"I interrupted her and said "There's no need for that" with a chuckle, that probably sent my midsection jiggling like mad.A small chuckle escaped from her, before returning to her serious demeanor and again, she locked eyes with me and said "Evan, is this all...I mean...are you?"A louder chuckle followed, from me, and I interrupted her again. "Yes, Grace. All this food, every single bit of it, is for me".Keeping her eyes locked on me, she got a look on her face, I couldn't place it, as it looked a little like the usual "shock" reaction that I get when I go out. Gone, though, was the usual disgusted aspect. Supreme curiousity, was it? Or perhaps
she thought it made sense that this manatee in front of her would eat so much. At leastthat's what most people think. "Ohh, I mean okay! I was just wondering.." Grace replied, nervously. I bet she thinks she's offended me.After plopping down on my couch, I reach next to me on the end table, and grab a$100 dollar bill, and a rolled joint. Grace is distributing the bags aroud me, and onmy table. For the first time, I paid attention to her body, and saw her huge, shapely butt. All the fat on her must have been in this glorious ass, that stuckout inchesbehind her, and jiggled lightly with every step. I then noticed her looking intently at the jars of weed on my table, and then at the joint in my hand. Or maybe it was the bill. Did she want the cash? Or the green?"Thank you again Grace, I appreciate the help" I said to her again, voice full of honey and warmth. It wasn't sarcastic, it was sincere. She looks like a college kid,who needs money, and a break from everything once in a while. I was one not too long ago.I continued, "Are you in college, by chance?" Grace said, "I'm at Dayton Community College right now..." she said with a twinge of regret, "But I want to transfer soon, maybe University of Colorado at Boulder".That was my alma mater "I went there!" I said to her enthusiastically, "What areyou studying?"She looked at me and broke another cute half smile, maybe this was even a smirk?"Communication Arts. It's a really general degree, I want to learn about alot ofdifferent things, and maybe even be a news anchor or actress some day.""That's cool!" I said, as i held out the hundred. "I hope this helps you out a little bit". Her eyes lit up seeing me do that."Oh, thank you so much Evan! this really will help me out". I smiled, and went to light my joint, holding the lighter delicately to it before taking a huge first puff. After a second hit, I held it out towards Grace"If it wont keep you too long". If I thought her eyes lit up before, that was nothing compared to the joy I saw in her eyes when I offered her that joint.