chapter one

"Mmmmmmmm." She knew she was attracting attention, but she couldn't resist holding him anymore than she could resist breathing. She'd never felt this way about anyone before. She'd fallen quickly and completely for the man standing in front of her in line at the Starbucks in the Barnes and Noble bookstore.

He blushed and looked down at her arms, locked around his middle, stretched as they were, as far she could reach.

"So warm", she purred, leaning into him, her large breasts pressing into his back.

"I think people are watching." He turned his head as far around as he could and whispered.

"So let them watch, they can't have you", she said.

He patted her arm and then squeezed. "I love you."

Her stomach flipped over and fell to her knees the way it always did when he said that. He was generous with love proclamations, hugs, kisses, and affection. He was so much more emotionally healthy than she was - all 293 pounds of him, at least that was yesterday's scale reading. He would be weighed and measured, and his rolls measured with an extra large caliper when they got home. She had to make sure her handsome feedee was growing steadily.

"Coffee BEFORE dinner, huh?" he asked, rocking back and forth, and taking her with him.

"I need to wake up. And you need a large mocha Frappuccino with extra whipped cream in your tummy", she whispered hotly.

"You're so bad", he whispered back, and then moved forward to the next cashier.

"Venti mocha frap with extra whip", he said to the cashier.

"And a small..."

"Tall", he corrected.

"Tall means big, I hate this friggin Starbucks vocabulary", she objected.

"Tall-ish", she said, "Nonfat latte."

"Yuck, you know you don't have to eat that diet stuff if you don't want to", he objected.

"I want to", she said, sternly.

"As you wish", he answered, he and the cashier meeting eyes and laughing. He pulled out a twenty and paid.

He picked up her drink from the counter top. "Eww, ewww, I don't even want to touch this, eww", he laughed and handed it to her.

"Oh shut up." She handed him his Frap.

"Mmmm", he said, drinking half in a couple of gulps.

She poked him in the tummy and giggled and blushed.

"Woodranch for BBQ?" she asked.

"Yum..."

They walked hand in hand over to the restaurant. He was a bit younger, and twice her size, and they got a couple of looks, but neither cared, especially not him. He'd been told he "had a great personality" by lots of pretty girls over the years, the perfect personality to be their "best friend". But a lover with a body they craved? No, never that. He had found someone who adored his body, and shared his desire to add pounds on. He was in seventh heaven, and no one would steal it, or her, from him.

They were seated right away. She ordered for him. It was a game they played. He pretended he didn't want to eat that much, and was being forced into it. It worked for them

He got a steak, and a loaded baked potato with extra butter,s our cream, and cheese, a side of mac and cheese, a side of broccoli (for health, she insisted), and started with a cup of creamy soup.

Afterward, he had a piece of cheesecake, then they dropped by Cheesecake Factory and got entire cake to take home, covered with strawberries and sweet strawberry syrup.