Chapter 4 - the picnic

"I think we should look what you have brought in that huge backpack" I told him.




He nodded approvingly and told me to open the picnic basket. Inside I found plates, cutlery, napkins and beautiful flutes as well as a bottle of rosa sparkling wine in a cool pack and mineral water.




"Can you please open now the backpack" he asked me, "I can't reach it"




In it I found a lot of plastic boxes and bowls. Everything was carefully stored, It looked and smelled delicious. Suddenly my stomach started to growl,too.




"Did you prepare all this by yourself?" I asked astonished."When did you get up this morning?"




"Well,it wasn't so bad. And I really enjoy to cook when I know it will be appreciated" he appeased me."I hope you will like it"




"That's for sure", I said by looking over the now outspread dishes. There were little wraps filled with chicken and salad, tomatoes with mozzarella and fresh basil, a pastasalad, little rools filled with feta, vine leaves filled with rice and other antipasti. There was also a fruit salad as well as grapes and slices of melons with smoked ham and some cheese.

In the last box I found dessert. Beautiful decorated muffins.

Tentatively I asked "May I lean against you?"




He blushed and said "I would like that"




So I snuggeled myself against him, just where his belly curved outwards. What a feeling! I relished the warmth of soft pillow behind me, my left arm resting on his outstretching belly. I felt so safe and protected and at home.




We started to savor the result of his cooking spree. He explained to me what spices and herbs he used and encouraged me to try everything, telling me that one of his goals was to use as much fresh and local products as possible.

Then our conversation changed to other themes. I noticed he was not only a good looking cook, but a man with a great humour who could laugh over himself,too. He was interested in many things and very intelligent. I really enjoyed his company.

Suddenly he asked me "Do you see that hotel over there on the other side of the valley? My family owns it. My grandfather started it. I always liked to be in the kitchen and so I decided to learn cooking in order to join the family business. I liked my job very much and I was really good in it. I got several prizes and was working in big houses, even abroad."




I was really surprised to hear that. For me he was a great cook, but I knew how hard it was to make a name in this business.




"But as much as I loved my job I also loved the food. So over the years I gained and gained. The kilos were coming and never going. After several years I decided it was time to go home. As planned I was responsible for the kitchen. Soon we were well-known for our first-class restaurant."

"But now as it was my own kitchen I couldn't resist all the tempting meals surrounding me the whole day. My appetite was insatiable. I had nobody I had to answer to but myself and so I was sampling everything personally. I called it sampling, but in truth it was eating.", he told me.




"As you can imagine I was getting fatter and fatter. I got more and more problems with working in the kitchen. My feet and my back ached, I was constantly sweating because of the heat. Moving around was getting more difficult, as there was not enough space. Bending over was getting difficult, too. I wasn't able too look in the oven or to take something out of a lower shelf."




"So I had to leave the kitchen to my replacement staying responsible for the menu, shopping, developing new recipes, supervising and answering the phone. I was working in the office. But I still visited the kitchen for my so called samples. So I still gained more weight." he continued his story.




"When I broke the heavyload chair in the office for the second time, I started to work from home. It seemed to be the best solution, because I wasn't able to drive any more and it was not easy for me to get to work. And in addittion, at the hotel I had to wear presentable clothes, which I outgrew permanently. So I overtook the telephone and reservation service. I started to cook at home what I liked. Groceries were delivered, so I didn't need to go out."




"As you can imagine, my increasing weight caused constantly new problems. Soon I needed the help of other people in my daily life. It was going so far that I only could walk some feet and mostly lived in a recliner, because I couldn't sleep lying down any more.", he continued.




"I probably weighed more than 800 lbs at my biggest. But it was no real life." he stated.




"But as I wasn't able to cook myself any more or to get up and get something to eat, I started to lose weight.The people who helped me only gave me healthy food which helped me to lose a lot of water. I than started to exercise to strengthen my muscles, so that I could get up again and look for myself. So I lost a lot of weight but also gained some again. That was 2 years ago. Nowadays I try to maintain my weight."

"I don't want to be so dependent from other people ever again. I won't be able to lose more weight, because I still love to cook and to eat and I still need a lot of help, because I can't do things myself, but I get around." he ended his story.




"I'm really impressed", I told him, "I think it needs a lot of strength and willpower to loose such a lot of pounds. You can be really proud of yourself."




"I think I had no choice" he answered. "It was either loosing weight or I would have died in the near future."




"I'm glad that you found a way back to life" I confessed.




Through his whole declaration I was leaning against my soft but strong warming pillow. Then he turned towards me and said excusingly. "I need to lay on my back, my arm is gone dead."




With that he turned around which caused his shirt to ride even higher and his belly, now stuffed with all the picnic to plopp completely off his trousers, showing even more of his adorable body.




He tried again in vain to cover the overflowing mass. But I took once more the opportunity to caress his pale skin. Softly jiggling his ample flesh, creating little waves all over this humungous ocean of flesh. It seemed that he liked the feelings I created as he started again to suspire. Then I started to circle his deep belly button with my finger before putting it in the hole, pulling on it to produce bigger waves until I leant over starting to kiss his belly while my hand was wandering down to that hidden fold beneath the overhanging mass. He groaned even louder and when I put my arm under it to push it up stroking softly along that line he abruptedly sucked in the air, then letting out a loud bearlike growl.




"Thank you so much for the nice afternoon", he said after regaining his breath, "but it's getting fresh. I think we should try the dessert before going back. You have to try them, they are my favourite. They are called Faux waves of the Danube, consisting of chocolate cake with cherries and a filling of vanilla butter cream, topped with chocolate."




"Oh that sounds delicious," was my answer "shall I help you to sit up again?"




So I gave him a hand so that he was able to pull himself in a sitting position.




With his spread legs and his protuding belly resting on the blanket, he really looked like a lucky charm Buddha. I started to think like my lucky charm as I noticed that I was slowly falling in love with this gorgeous man.




So we enjoyed the sweat treat and it was as good as he had announced.




I put everything back in the backpack and the basket. It was much easier now without all the food. When I was finished, he cleared his voice and told me "Now comes the difficult part. That's why I hate to sit on the ground. I don't know if I'm able to get up without something to pull me up. Would you mind to give me a hand?"




Of course I didn't mind at all and so he turned over again until with a lot of momentum he laid on his belly. Then he got on his knees before pulling up one foot in front of him. He pushed his pendulous belly as far as possible out of the way and grabbed both of my hands. I needed all my strength to not topple over, but as I have a lot of counterweight of my own we managed to heave him up. After that tremendous exercise he gasped for air. But when I finished folding up the blanket, putting on the backpack and him rearranging his pants he was able to walk back to the car.




When we were back on the way down to the valley, me again pressed into his body I thanked him for the nice afternoon.




"It was my pleasure" he responded. "It was magical for me and I hope I will see you again."




"That would be nice. I really enjoyed your company", I told him.




"So, maybe you would like to have a tour through our hotel and some coffee later on, tomorrow?" he asked hesitantly.




Of course I was perfectly happy with the prospect of seeing him again so soon, and we agreed that he would pick me up at 2 o'clock.