Chapter 1 - "freddy, you are a fat stud tonight!"

The clock says 7 pm. I'm anxiously awaiting my blind date's arrival. Only one hour left until Nancy's here. I talked to her on the phone a little, and I can't wait to meet her face to face. Still, I'm nervous. I shuffle over to my 25-gallon aquarium and gaze at the colorful tropical fish, calming myself by watching them swim about in their little bright shiny world in this dimly lit room.

I take a deep breath, feeling my distended gut pressing against the confines of my waistband. I wonder what Nancy will think of me. I know from talking with her that she prefers big men. Still, I have been disappointed before by so-called "chubby chasers" on internet chat groups. I have never met any of them in person.

I light candles around the room, creating a romantic ambiance for Nancy's arrival. I walk over to my 1970s classic stereo and choose some jazz albums. I place a stack of discs on the turntable, and soon, the sounds of Chuck Mangione are calming me even more.

I go to the dining table, double-checking to make sure everything is in place. The plates, beautiful with art deco patterns seem very cool and inviting. I get excited anticipating what's to come. I know these plates will soon be filled with fattening foods, all of my favorites, chicken seasoned just right and fried to perfection, creamy mashed potatoes with a stick of butter melting in the middle of them, green beans cooked with onions and bacon, country pepper flaked gravy, and slightly browned dinner rolls brushed with butter. The aroma of all this cooking excites me so much!

It's now 7:30, and I go to the full-length mirror to make a final check. I take a glance and think how handsome my reflection is, my hair is fierce and long, shining black as coal. My face is quite round but still masculine with the soft dark mustache above my full lips. I think about how much delicious food will pass between my lips in the next few hours, and I feel myself grow hot. I unbutton my top two shirt buttons to cool a little. I note my double chin with delight, wondering what Nancy will think of it. Nancy said she finds double chins wonderfully sexy.

As I look down, it appears my moobs are bigger than they ever have been. They look full and soft, straining against my best denim shirt, straining so much that the shirt gaps a bit between the buttons. A bit of deep cleavage peeks out between them buttons. It turns me on to think about my man-boobs getting bigger, and I grab them and hold them, a delighted look upon my face.

My eyes venture downward, and I smile at the sight of my massive mountain belly. I collect the bulk of flesh in my hands and tightly squeeze. Mmm, it is so erotic. I lift my belly and it falls with a thud against my thighs, then bounces back to its normal sagging position. As I look further down my body in the mirror, I notice my shoes, not something I can see when I look down - because of my belly being in the way. I step away from the mirror, and my shoes sink into the plush carpet due to my excessive weight.

My friend Mike had told Nancy all about me, and she seemed fascinated with the idea of such a big man that Mike arranged the blind date. I look in the mirror, wondering what Nancy will think, then say to my reflection, "Freddy, you are a fat stud tonight!"

Just then the phone rings. It's Mike wishing me a good time tonight. "Nancy is so excited to meet you, especially once you said you were going to cook a meal fit for a king," Mike says. We chat for a few minutes, then I hang up.