Chapter 4 - healing even for fat shamer

That Thanksgiving was a life-changer for me - and actually a life-saver. I stayed in touch with Amanda through Skype and visits home. We spent Christmas holiday together, going to the mall, baking cookies together and watching "It's a Wonderful Life" as she fed me a Christmas feast of ham with pineapples, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes and all manner of desserts.

By the end of the year, I was outgrowing all my clothes, so we went on a shopping spree with our Christmas money to buy new wardrobes. Yes, Amanda needed a new wardrobe as well. She had gained maybe 9 pounds since Thanksgiving, nothing like the 22 pounds of new me!

When school started again in January, I continued to have a long-distance relationship with her. That summer, we spent all our free time together, and my weight ballooned to nearly 300 pounds. Amanda did not gain nearly as much, telling me that she needed to keep her girlish figure and some fitness, so she could serve me all the food and all the loving that I deserved. Still, her breasts now weighed heavy upon her belly, and her belly actually touched her thighs when she sat down.

In the fall, Amanda started attending State so we could be together. She helped me with my studies, and she helped me feel so much better about myself than I had a year before.

One of the first days back at college, we ran into Emily. She looked no longer like the cheerleader she once was. And she no longer acted like she had toward me. She had gone to Europe and enjoyed all of that continent's cuisine.

"The food there is soooo good," she said, patting her belly. Beside her was Antonio, an Italian exchange student she had met. He too sported a bit of a belly.

"Looks like the two of you have been having tons of fun," Amanda said smiling warmly at Emily, then reaching out and grabbing a handful of her soft flab sticking out over top of her way-too-tight skinny jeans.

"Yes, and . . . " Emily paused, choking up some, a tear starting to form in the corner of her eye. Then she looked straight at me. ". . . And I just wish I had not treated you so badly last year. I was a class-A bitch to you, and I am sorry. I left you so cold and with such a broken heart. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Of course, he does," Amanda jumped in, and I nodded my head, patting Emily on the shoulder then pulling her in for a hug, feeling the new warmth and softness of her gut and bigger breasts against my own flabby belly.

"It looks like you got the one who got away," Emily said to Amanda over my shoulder as she released her hug on me.

"Yes, I did, but it looks like you have done well anyway in the area of love," Amanda said, nodding toward Antonio who was beaming a big toothy smile beneath his Roman nose.

"How about the two of you come over to dinner tonight?" Emily asked. "Antonio is a fantastic cook. He can make such delicious lasagna, that it will put love handles on your love handles. His food has healed me and made me what I am today - happy for the first time ever." She smiled in a way I had never seen her smile before, so full of love and sincerity and caring.

"I know all about healing," I said. "Amanda's love and acceptance and even her fattening of me have helped heal my broken heart."

"There is nothing like the enjoyment of a good meal between lovers," Amanda said. She looked at Emily, then Antonio. "Now, what time is that dinner? All of a sudden, I'm feeling kind of hungry."

Just then, my belly growled loudly.

Then, Emily reached over and patted my belly, chuckling, "Sounds like you're not the only one."