Catfished

Chapter 1 - The Restaurant

I open the door to the restaurant wide enough to make sure my full 362 lb can fit through, which takes substantial effort. After squeezing through I look around for my date. I spot Dave almost straight away. He’s looking in my general direction but doesn’t seem to recognize me. God, he’s good-looking… his face looks like it was sculptured by an artist with those high cheekbones and his bod is so athletic and muscular. He’s the type of guy who used to fawn over me. There were so many of them back when I was a hot, thin, cheerleader. Now those types snigger behind my back (or sometimes even in front of it).

I waddle towards Dave, squeezing past the other patrons. As I do I hear some annoyed sounds from them as they pull in their chairs, maybe even a laugh from a kid or two. I approach the table a little nervously. “Um, yes?” inquires Dave, looking worried.



“Hi, I’m Emma,” I announce with a big smile on my face. I know smiling makes my fat cheeks look bigger and accentuates my large double chin. The thought of looking even fatter makes my groin tingle a little. The look of concern on his face is exchanged for one of disgust, exciting me even more. I pull out the chair and slowly sit down, finding it awkward due to my size. Dave doesn’t even begin to stand up to help. The chair creaks a little under my heft as I plop my huge ass down.



“You look just like your pic,” I say cheerfully, continuing to smile. “You don’t look at anything like yours,” he responds with a scowl. “I guess I’ve put on a few pounds since then. That was a few years ago when I was a cheerleader.” “A few pounds? You must have put on a FEW hundred.” “Heh… I guess I have,” I respond with a flushed face, somewhat embarrassed, and more than a little turned on. “You’re so hot” I add, with my chins resting on my knuckles, elbows on the table. I know full well that Dave won’t return the compliment and I’m not disappointed… “You’re a… you’re a… I dunno, kind of a whale,” he remarks, rolling his eyes. I pretend to be a little upset, even though I’m as excited as ever by having a hot guy insult me like this. “There, there… I’m sure you have a nice personality,” he adds quickly, trying to make things less uncomfortable. “Yeah?” I respond, looking cheered up. “Yeah,” he responds, looking unsure.

“How about I call over the waiter?” Dave suggests. “Sure,” I say gleefully “I’m starving,” I add. “I’m bet you always are,” he remarks under his breath. He calls over the waiter as I glance at the menu.



“Good evening, sir and madam, what may I bring you this evening?” asks the very well-dressed waiter in the most formal tone. Glancing back and forth at the menu I say: “Hmm… I will have the three-cheese French onion soup, with garlic bread, fettuccine Alfredo with chicken schnitzel, and death by chocolate cake for dessert. Oh, and a pitcher of Coke please.” I then hand the waiter the menu with a big smile on my face. Dave looks utterly appalled. “And for you, sir?” “I will just have the rib-eye, medium rare, and mashed potato with salad, please, and a glass of water.” “Very good,” responds the waiter, as he finishes writing. He then heads off to the kitchen.



“Do you really need to eat so much, I mean you’re already so…?” “Well, I’m so hungry but if it’s too expensive…” I suggest, fluttering my eyelids. “No, it’s not that… it’s just… oh whatever. So tell me… how did you get so big?” “Well, with college parties and studying so much, you know, everyone puts on the freshman 15.” Dave chuckles a little. “15? More like 250 from what I saw in your photo. Anyway, I didn’t put on any fat. If anything, I’m fitter than ever.” Gotta say his self-assuredness is hot as hell.



The food arrives and we begin to eat. Dave eats slowly and elegantly. I on the other hand chow down my food like there’s no tomorrow. He stares at my large cleavage pretty much the whole time. I guess he likes that at least or maybe he just doesn’t want to look at my face out of disgust. After I’ve finished making a hog of myself and all the food is gone, I let out a bit of a burp, quite satisfied. I then lean back and the chair creaks a little as I do. “You have food around your mouth,” Dave points out, without even attempting to be tactful. “Oh thanks,” I reply, smiling to show my appreciation. I wipe my mouth clean.

“You wanna come over to mine?” I ask hopefully. “My roommate is out tonight,” I add. “Um, I guess,” Dave answers reluctantly. He pays the check and heads toward the door. I get up slowly and start to shuffle in the same direction. It’s even harder than usual because I’m stuffed to the brim. He doesn’t even think of waiting for me and is walking through the door when I’ve only taken a couple of steps. Once outside, I say seductively: “Follow me to my dorm.” “Yeah, okay,” he replies unenthusiastically. It’s a tight squeeze but I make it into my car, though I have to push the seat back farther.