"He was huge!" I exclaimed, enjoying another sip from my flirtini at
Joe and Shawn's party. I was reminiscing over a juicy night of passion.
It had been nearly two years since that exquisite night with Adam.
I met Joe and Shawn while moving into our apartment building, right
around the same time I had my lucious liaison with Adam. I had really
loved my old west side apartment, but I had to break free from my
ex-boyfriend, Chad, who wouldn't leave me a peaceful moment alone.
My new apartment on the east side was a little smaller than my old
place, but it was so freeing to have my independence back, and a little
change is usually good. I had graduated from college that summer, and
the fresh start was just what I needed, in addition to getting Chad out
of my life forever.
Joe was quick to offer me a helping hand and when he introduced me to
his very good-looking and very fat boyfriend Shawn, I knew we would
become quick friends.
One night, about a month after I had moved in, Joe and I had a few too
many drinks and we ended up commiserating over ghosts of relationships
past. I told him about fleeing my stalker ex Chad situation just weeks
before. I mentioned that crazy Chad had been a pretty chubby guy, and
that was one of the only things that I actually liked that about him,
Joe got excited and blurted, "Shawn is my Superchub, you know."
From that night on, Joe and I had several heart to heart conversations
about our love of blubber, from the visual thrill of a bouncing
drooping belly to the excitement of feeling flabby rolls between our
fingers. We quickly became FA soul mates and I've become their female
accessory over the last couple of years.
"Honestly, Shawn, he was bigger than you," I laughed and finished my
drink. Shawn was not offended by my teasing, especially because he
knows I think he has a beautifully body. I can never resist giving him
a belly rub or telling him how hot his body is looking.
"And he was gorgeous," I gushed more about Adam.
"Not more gorgeous than Shawn," Joe winked at Shawn. He was proud of
Shawn's extra-large size and extremely good looks. Shawn frowned at me.
"Shawn, you are so gorgeous too, just not as fat as this guy was!" I
laughed more. "It was pure bliss," I reminisced, and got a little warm
between my thighs just thinking about it again. "It was my one and only
one-night stand, but I have never regretted it."
That night with Adam felt like yesterday, and I've replayed it over and
over again in my head for the last couple of years.
I had been working for a creative agency for about six months. It was
my first big job out of college. A co-worker suggested we meet for
drinks at a sports bar not far from her place. I was really ready to
get out and meet new people. I missed my old college network of
friends, but I needed to have a new life too.
As soon as we got in there and sat down at the bar, my colleague saw
some old boyfriend and fled across the place to go talk with him,
leaving me alone with my Mojito. I scanned across the bar when my eyes
landed on a couple of mid-20s-ish men in ties on the opposite side of
the horse-shoe shaped bar. One was tall and slender, the other was also
tall, but looked like he was hiding a whole lot of body behind the bar.
I was instantly intrigued, and eyed the big boy more closely. He was
very nice looking, with short, brown wavy hair, soft features, and cute
dimples. I watched him shift his body, and it seemed likely, by his
slow, careful movement that he was carrying quite a bit of weight.
A couple of minutes passed while I was observing this interestingly
large man, when his thin friend waved to someone, and left the bar area
as well. It didn't take long for his eyes to wander around and land on
mine. I smiled and looked down. I was slightly embarrassed that he
caught me gazing in his direction. When I looked back, I caught his
Well, this won't do, I said to myself with an inner smile and decided
to walk over to him and say hello. I was dying to get a better look at
him anyway, so why not?
I walked around the bar, making my way toward the chair open next to
him. As I approached, I drank in the full extent of his body. He was
much bigger than any guy I had been with before. I was always attracted
to chubby men, but I had never dated a guy more than 250 or 275 pounds.
Yet one look at him and I had no doubt, especially given his fairly
tall height, he had to be at least 400 pounds.
I was mesmerized. He outweighed me by 3 or 4 times. I always had a
secret desire to make love to a man this size. I was not in the closet
about my preference for bulk on a man. My friends had long noticed me
gravitate toward thicker men, but his enormous size could raise many
eyebrows, which excited me all the more.
I sat down in the chair next to him, and boldly said, "As long as our
friends have ditched us, we might as well pass the time talking to each
He smiled, "sure, I'm Adam."
"I'm Angela," I shook his plump hand. "You look like you just came from
He turned slightly toward me and I tried desperately to keep my eyes
above his neck and on his face. Still, I couldn't miss the way his
belly filled his front and poured over his lap. He had a soft, plush
kind of fat, with a lot of thickness to fill the space. I even caught
the contours of his chest, the soft mounds visible under his button
down shirt. I imagined what he looked like without that shirt and tie,
and nearly melted in my chair.
"Yep, over at TDCharles Financial," he said.
"Trader?" I asked
"Sort of," he smiled, "more like financial planning."
"Ah," I smiled back, "I should talk to you about my lack of financial
planning," she joked.
Another glance down and I drank in the full extent of his adiposity.
The size of his belly forced his legs widely in the chair. I loved that
despite his enormous size, he was still wearing his belt line mostly
below his belly, so the crest and fall of his midsection strained
against his button down shirt. His tie couldn't begin to cover a thing.
It was a marvelous clothing arrangement for a man that rotund.
We chatted back and forth about work for a little while, maybe 15
minutes, when his friend returned. He told Adam that he had to take off
and "get home to the wife," and left quickly. I was happy that he left
Adam alone for me.
About five minutes later, my colleague came over to me, slightly giddy,
"I'm so sorry, but that was my ex-boyfriend Tim, I had to catch up,"
she laughed, and then noticed Adam. I introduced them, but she was kind
I started to ask, "Do you want to sit down...?"
She stopped me mid-sentence, "Actually, Tim wants to have dinner, so
I'm going with him," she paused and looked Adam up and down but didn't
try an introduction, "do you want us to walk you home?"
"No, that's okay, I'm fine here, I just got a new drink, so it's all
good," I half-smiled, annoyed with the way she dismissed him with her
"Okay, see you tomorrow," she sighed and was gone in seconds.
I turned to Adam, "sorry, she's kind of like that at work too," I
shrugged my shoulders.
"That's okay, I'm used to some people treating me like I'm a leper" he
"Well, some people are douchebags," I smiled, feeling a little buzzed
at this point. Adam chuckled, causing a hint of midsection jiggle. I
was totally fixated on the idea of wrapping my arms around as much of
that middle as I could.
"So, speaking of dinner, do you want to get something with me? I mean,
I don't have any plans, and I skipped lunch, so I'm really hungry, and
if I drink any more of these..." holding my glass and realizing I was
He seemed reluctant at first, but I persisted and he agreed. We
finished our drinks and got up to leave. It was nice to see the full
size of him standing, and then walking. He was pretty graceful for his
size, but had the cutest waddle. I enjoyed watching him move as we
walked over to the brewpub restaurant across the street.
And I really enjoyed his company. He was very funny and had a clever,
dry sense of humor. He ordered just a dinner salad, and I devilishly
assumed he was holding back on purpose. I knew that people could get
fat without pigging out, but he was so darn big!
I secretly imagined the kind of eating he did. Was he a secret eater?
Did he just snack too much, or overindulge at meals? Was he always big,
and just grew a little bigger each year? Or did he just start getting
aggressively fatter in college? I even attempted to calculate in my
head how rapidly he must have gained reach such a massive size by age
25. These racing thoughts became highly erotic to me.
We lingered for a little while, while I finished my glass of wine. At
this point I was a little bit past the point of buzz, and was feeling
like I wanted more out of the evening with Adam. I knew I was miles
away from starting any kind of new relationship, but I just wanted him
in that moment, so badly, that I did something I had never done before.
"Adam, I'm having too much fun with you to call it a night. I don't
suppose you would want to come over to my place for some coffee or
something?" I offered, nearly batting my eyes, imagining him filling up
my queen sized bed.
He paused, unsure how to respond.
"I know, you probably have to go to work early tomorrow, but I just
thought," I continued.
"Actually," he stopped me, "I don't, I have a doctor's appointment
later in the morning so I took the morning off," he blurted.
"So, then, coffee?" I was more excited.
"Okay, sure," he answered.
We walked the three blocks up to my apartment. I kept the pace slow
enough for his lumbering gate.
"Sorry, I just moved in a week ago, please ignore the boxes," I
admitted. I must have been mad, I thought. I just freed myself from
crazy Chad, and now I was letting a stranger into my new apartment.
But he wasn't a stranger; at least he didn't feel like a stranger. He
was a magnificently built, yet very sweet man, and my body took over my
mind in his presence. I just knew that having him next to me was the
absolute right thing that night.
He looked around, and looked at my couch. My disposable furniture
wasn't very substantial, and I wondered if he was hesitating. He
shifted his feet uncomfortably, like he wasn't sure what to do. His
shift made his belly shake. I instinctively grabbed his hands and
pulled him toward me. His belly jiggled a bit more, just inches from my
butterfly-filled body, and I felt the warmth coming from his big body.
"Is this okay?" I asked him.
He blushed, "Yeah," cautiously smiling but still looking wary.
"Adam, I need to be honest with you. I swear I don't just go around
picking up guys like this, but I just cannot stop myself from wanting
to spend the night with you."
He was quiet but gave me a bewildered look.
I laid it on the line, explaining to him that I was attracted to large
men and I found him incredibly sexy. I remember that I rambled on and
on for what seemed like an hour, but only about a minute had passed.
"So you're into fat guys?" He asked, like he might have heard of this
"Does that freak you out?" I asked, giggling. At least I didn't have to
convince him that women like me existed and that I wasn't kidding.
Then he kissed me. He didn't even have to move in closer, as the sheer
size of his body reached mine. His plushness was unbelievable, as he
felt even fatter than he looked. Every part of his body I touched was
soft and blubbery.
Sex with an extremely large man was new to me. The movement of his
body, the gracefulness of his fat, flowing with our motion, it was
incredibly exciting. I felt like I was opening up a birthday present
I'd been wanting for a long time. I loved the way his size completely
dominated me, yet up on top of him, he appeared almost helpless. He
looked at me with hunger, and it reminded me of a large appetite, which
only excited me more.
We talked afterwards, sharing fantastic conversation well into the
night. He told me about his chubby childhood and I confessed my
earliest fat loving memories. Very early the next morning, he dressed
and left, and I never heard from him after that night. I had often felt
wistful about our disconnection.
A week after Joe and Shawn's party, I was out with the boys again, at
their favorite nightclub, Envoy. I wasn't sure why I went to these
places with them, and even took the time to try and look sexy. It
seemed like there were never any cute, straight, fat guys at the
annoyingly trendy clubs.
I went up to the bar to get drinks because the tight-dressed waitresses
were too cool to take our order. While I was waiting, a good-looking
himbo came up to me to talk. My defenses were always up in these
places. I had a set "no thanks" routine for the jock-pretty boys that
didn't fit my vision of "Mr. Right."
Then he spoke, "Angela, right?"
His voice was familiar, but I couldn't place him for the life of me.
College? A previous job? Who was he?
"I'm Adam, we met a couple of years ago," he smiled.
A couple of seconds more and it clicked. Now I was shocked. How had
Adam gone from a gloriously rotund guy to this shrunken male model? He
was gorgeous, but without the fat, he wasn't my fantasy Adam anymore.
I snapped out of my shock and lifted my dropped jaw long enough to
greet him, "Oh my God, Adam, Wow!"
"I know, I look a little different," he explained.
"A little? What happened to you?" I was still dumbfounded.
"Surgery," he sighed. "Are you disappointed?"
Yes, of course, I was heartbroken. This was not a condition reversed
with some indulgence or even a lot of hearty meals. "No..." I lied,
"well, I thought you looked good before," I fessed up.
"You were pretty special that way, Angela," he smiled.
"No, I'm not the only girl who appreciates a big handsome man," I
reminded him with a smile.
"Yes, but they never came on to me like you did that night," he laughed
"I was kind of a slut that night, wasn't I?" I joked.
"I was too," he smiled. "But I never forgot you. It was worth all the
sluttiness in the world to spend that night with you."
"I have pleasant memories myself," I agreed, I'm sure a huge smile
glazed over my face. "So, can I ask you how much weight you lost?"
"220 pounds," he grimaced, as if he's told the story a hundred times.
"Oh my... wow...." I was doing the math.
"You're doing the math, aren't you?" he was good. "I was 415 pre-op."
"Really?" I smiled. Every pound was still wonderfully clear in my
"Don't look so satisfied," he laughed, "but that's pretty accurate to
when we were together, I had the surgery two weeks later."
"You mean, you already had it planned and never said anything? Even
after our fat discussion?"
"I wasn't entirely comfortable with talking to strangers about it, and
when I found out you liked me heavier, I didn't want to go there at
all," he explained.
I understood and nodded. "So, now you have a million girlfriends who
like hot, athletic guys, right?
"No, I hate those shallow girls. I never realized how cruel this
experience would be to my dating prospects," he sighed.
"How do you mean? You're a great looking guy," I responded.
"I mean that I never expected to feel this way. When I was fat, I
wanted to find a woman who would find me attractive, not just see me as
the nice guy, or a friend. Now I can't find a woman who sees anything
but my looks. It's as if they like someone else, and the guy in the
mirror isn't me," he poured his heart out like he had been waiting to
talk to someone who didn't believe that fat was evil.
"I know, I understand, Adam. But welcome to the wonderful world of
dating, where your looks get you judged regardless of your size," I
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't
suppose I still have a chance with you?" He smiled.
I smiled back, and looked down. I really liked him, and he was
gorgeous, I wouldn't have to force myself to kiss a face that
beautiful. But he wasn't fat, and he wasn't going to get fat anytime
soon. "You know my preference, Adam, I don't think you'd ever get over
knowing that I'd have a wandering eye for boys twice your size."
"I know," he winked, "just thought I'd take a shot," he laughed.
Joe and Shawn came up at that moment to find out who this strange man
was I was talking to. "So, Angela, are you going to stand here and talk
all night or introduce us?" Joe asked.
"And we are still thirsty," Shawn chimed in.
Adam looked Shawn up and down, and I figured he initially thought Shawn
could be mine.
"Adam, these are my friends Joe and Shawn," they shook hands.
"So, how do we know Adam?" Shawn asked, intrigued by my handsome friend.
"Well, I met Adam a couple of years ago, we had kind of a ‘thing.'" I
explained, not exactly wanting Adam to know that I had gone on and on
to them about our one night affair and his extremely large size.
"Oh," Joe was confused. My ex-boyfriends were all at least a little
"Do they know?" Adam whispered in my ear, seeing the confusion on their
faces, "you know, about your... uh... tendency?" he asked.
I laughed, and nodded.
"Okay," he said, turning to Joe and Shawn, "I used to be fat."
Joe's eyes bugged out of his head and Shawn looked Adam up and down,
both gasping in unison, "Really?"
"Remember the guy I told you about at your party?" I asked them.
"But you said he was bigger than me," Shawn blurted.
"I was," Adam chuckled. "I was over 400 pounds a couple of years ago."
Joe was upset by his transformation, "Did you, like, get sick or
"No. Surgery," he explained.
They both nodded. I know Joe was thinking, What a shame, and Shawn was
thinking, What if I could lose weight like that? As they always each
reacted when the WLS topic came up.
Joe and Shawn got their drinks, and said their ‘nice to meet yous,'
leaving Adam and I to our strange reunion. He blushed and looked down,
then looked back up at me, "I'm still pretty confused about women, you
know, I hadn't had much experience besides you."
"You know, just because we are at different places in our lives now
doesn't mean we cannot be friends. I'm going to give you my number, and
I want you to call me any time you want to talk or get coffee or
something," I grabbed a pen from my purse and a business card, writing
my cell number on the back. "At least you know I won't judge that fat
guy who's still inside you."
"So, you won't get creeped out if I do call?" he laughed.
"No, I want you to, I've had almost nothing to drink tonight, I'm
totally sober," I laughed. "We shared something... special, I guess," I
admitted, blushing, "and I don't want to just run into you once every
The following Wednesday I was talking to my best friend, Sarah, on the
phone. She was clearly sick of men. Sarah had been through a rough
patch with a guy who played it hot and cold, and was ready to give up
on dating altogether. Then I realized she might make a perfect match
Sarah had always been a bit heavier. She was never exceptionally big,
but she was beyond a little curvy. She had auburn curly hair and
flawless fair skin. I always thought she was stunning. She had quite a
few admirers too, but never much luck in relationships.
Last winter her sister became engaged and asked Sarah to be her maid of
honor. Wanting to look thin in the wedding pictures, Sarah went on a
rampage of diet and exercise and lost about 75 pounds over the course
of several months. Much to her dismay, despite her new size 6 figure,
she was still having bad luck with men.
She said something in the phone conversation that reminded me of Adam's
dilemma, "These guys are all so shallow, what made me think I'd want
the attention from them?"
I knew she should meet Adam, and I was hoping he'd call. The next day,
We made some small talk, when I asked him, "How would you feel about
"Oh no, a set up?" He asked, sounding scared.
"No! I was thinking more like a planned run-in... When I'm with her, so
you can decide if you'd like to get to know her more? You know, without
her realizing what we're up to? No pressure then. Besides, she's
"Really..." Adam sounded more interested. "Well, since you brought it
up, my wheels are turning too," he had intrigue in his voice.
"What do you mean?" I said cautiously.
"There's this guy, I think you could like," he explained.
"Why do you think I might like him?" I asked, knowing what the response
was going to be.
"‘Cause he's fat," Adam responded, knowing I knew it.
"You know Adam, I'm not just automatically attracted to a fat guy
because he's fat," I protested, "You were really cute and so sweet, and
well dressed, and I loved your sense of humor," I gushed.
"And now I'm an unattractive jerk?" He laughed more.
"Oh no, you still have it all, just not those sexy extra 220 pounds," I
"Well, I think you might find him attractive. I met him in a WLS
counseling group. He hasn't had the surgery yet, he's not sure he wants
to do it," Adam explained.
"So... should I rescue him?" I joked, but I was intrigued.
"If you bring your friend, I'll bring mine, and then what happens,
We agreed to "run into" each other at a Borders bookstore on the corner
of Jackson and Monroe Street, around 2pm that coming Saturday.
Saturday rolled around and I convinced Sarah to come with me shopping.
I mentioned that I had to pick a book up at Borders after lunch. We
went in and began to browse. I was on high alert for Adam. We were
scoping around the ‘"Biographies" section when I felt a finger on my
shoulder. It was Adam, but he was alone.
"Hey! Adam!" I hugged him, acting surprised to see him. I introduced
him to Sarah. I could tell right away he was attracted to her. He
seemed very interested in what she had to say, and didn't focus too
much more on me.
Within a minute of our introduction chat, I felt someone behind me and
turned around to see a gorgeous set of eyes looking right into my own.
"Angela, this is my friend Ryan," Adam introduced us.
I honestly believe that I stuttered for a second, "Good to meet you
Ryan," my face was hot and I shook his hand.
Ryan was really wonderful to look at. Of course, he was fat, just as
Adam had promised, but he melted me with his eyes, a striking light
shade of green. He had dark hair, almost black, and his face was quite
chubby and very masculine with a strong chin. I think there was more
introduction conversation, but I was too intoxicated with lust in the
moment to remember.
Adam sobered me up, "I'm in the mood for an iced latte. Do you ladies
want to go to the coffee shop next door?"
I looked at Sarah and she nodded, "Sure," I said, looking at Ryan, he
smiled in agreement.
As we walked to the next block, I checked out more of Ryan. He wore a
soft, navy blue sweatshirt with loose khakis and seemed comfortable for
his size. He wasn't nearly as big as Adam had been, but I figured he
was well over 300 pounds on a height just shy of six feet. He had a
soft, lush shape and a wide, love-handled frame. He carried his weight
so well that I immediately fantasized about slipping my hand underneath
his sweatshirt to caress his buoyant, full, hanging belly.
We all ordered and grabbed the empty couch in the far corner of the
shop. We talked about the crisp weather, coffee flavors and college
football. I was impatient to find out what Sarah thought of Adam so I
excused myself to the ladies room and thankfully she came with me.
"So, what do you think of Adam?" I asked her, smiling.
"Um," she paused, "for you or for me?" she was smiling back.
"For you, Silly," I teased her.
"I was wondering, he seems a little thin for your tastes," she teased
back. "So what about Ryan? He's a pretty cute guy, and in your size
range," she giggled.
"He really is," I gushed, "do you want to suggest we meet them for a
drink tonight? I think Adam is pretty into you."
"Alright, twist my arm," she agreed, with a devilish look in her eye,
"sounds better than staying home and eating fat-free popcorn."
We met Adam and Ryan at Hoops, a sports bar hangout with the usual
downtown crowd. Ryan had changed into a pale green button-down oxford
shirt which he thankfully tucked in so I could see his round shape more
After getting us a couple of beers, Adam asked us, "You play pool?"
"I don't, but Sarah's a shark," I offered her up.
Adam and Sarah left to go play pool, leaving Ryan with me alone at our
"So, how do you know Adam?" Ryan asked me.
"We had kind of a thing..." I trailed off. I wasn't sure what Adam had
told him. I was feeling a little self-conscious anyway because I had
such a big crush on Ryan already.
"Oh," he nodded.
We sat in silence for five very long seconds.
Before I could think about pulling the words back, I countered, "What
about you? How do you know Adam?" Of course I knew the answer. This was
probably too personal. I took a big gulp of beer.
"Actually," he smiled, "you know Adam had weight loss surgery, right?"
he set it up.
"Yeah," I nodded, feeling stupid for bringing it up and knocked back
"Well, I'm a candidate for it right now," he said, matter-of-factly.
"Oh," I didn't know what else to say. I drank another sip, to conceal
my contempt for WLS and my fluttered feelings about discussing anything
weight related with a fat guy I'm interested in.
"It's okay, I'm not embarrassed or anything," he smiled. What an
"Well, you shouldn't be," I was trying to be sympathetic without taking
a stand. "I mean, you do what you feel is right for you." I quickly
changed the subject, "I need another beer, you want one?"
He nodded, "let me pay," and left the table to get us a couple of more
Adam and Sarah came back to the table.
"So," Adam asked, "how is it going?"
"Fine," I felt warm.
"What do you think of Ryan?" he pressed.
I smiled and turned pink.
"I know that look," Sarah giggled.
"Did you tell him anything, you know, about me? Does he know about me?"
I asked, in a high, quick tone, sounding like a 13 year old girl.
"Does he know what?" I heard Ryan's voice over my shoulder.
I froze and looked at Ryan. I couldn't think of a word to say.
"Time for us to come clean," Adam announced.
"Huh?" Sarah and Ryan said in unison.
Adam kept going, "Angela and I planned to run into each other today,"
"So you two are still more than friends?" Ryan asked.
"No," I stopped him, "Adam and I hadn't seen each other in two years..."
"Before last weekend," Adam finished my sentence. More confused faces.
"But I thought you dated him? That long ago?" Ryan pressed.
"I'm so confused," Sarah pleaded.
I was getting confused too, still unsure how to untangle this little
web we had woven. Adam jumped back in, turning to Sarah, "I used to be
"Oh," she said, "is that all? So was I," she laughed.
Adam paused "Really?"
"Sarah, you were never fat, just a little curvier," I reasoned
"I was supersized," he explained. Then he turned to me, "Is that why
you wanted us to meet? Because we're both weight watchers?"
"Well not totally," I explained, "It's just that you both complained
about the same relationship problem to me and it just seemed like fate."
Ryan jumped in, "I'm still confused."
Adam and Sarah both looked at me and each other and laughed. "I'm not
done with the coming clean." Adam continued, "I ran into Angela last
weekend at Envoy. She did not recognize me at all. She hadn't seen me
in two years, back when I was 400 pounds," Adam explained, exasperated.
Sarah's eyes were momentarily shocked.
"I believe it was 415 pounds," I pointed out to Adam, with a wink
"So you guys had a thing before the surgery," Ryan said, with
uncertainty in his voice.
"Yes," I looked sheepishly at Ryan. "It wasn't like we carried on or
anything, we just had a moment in time that we clicked and that was it."
Ryan looked at me like I was the craziest yet sweetest person on the
Adam took Sarah's arm, "let's go play another round." And they left us
Then Ryan looked at me like he knew exactly what I was about to say.
"So, yes, I was attracted to Adam when he was heavy," I just blurted,
cutting to the chase, "in case you were confused about that part."
"Yeah, I kind of figured that out," he laughed. "Does that mean you
consider yourself an FFA?"
"Yes, I do," I grinned big. I didn't have to explain more, he knew the
"Wow, I've been wanting to meet one of you for a while," he admitted,
smiling. He had such a great smile.
"Really," I was completely absorbed into this line of conversation,
"Why is that?"
"Well, obviously, I'm a fat guy, but I didn't get this way by
He intrigued me all the more. "Go on," I smiled.
"I kind of gained on purpose, for a while. It got a little out of hand,
and when I went to the doctor last winter for strep throat, he started
pushing me towards weight loss surgery. Then I kind of got sucked into
the idea, but now I'm not so sure," Ryan reasoned, "it just seems too
radical and permanent."
"So, you like being a big guy?" I asked, excitedly.
"Yep," he smiled and patted his sexy belly.
I was beside myself, a great looking fat guy who liked being big and
had gainer tendencies? Jackpot. "I don't know if ‘thin' would work for
you anyway," I grinned.
"I was actually heavier six months ago but I started eating better and
getting more active, for health reasons. I've lost about 40 pounds. Too
much you think?" he tested me.
"Eating better and exercise are great, but dieting would be
inexcusable," I grinned. "At this point you've gotten healthier without
dangerous surgery, so why not reconsider?" My heart broke at the idea
of Ryan as a thin waif of a man.
We continued to flirt all night, and I asked him to walk me home. Sara
and Adam went out for coffee, but I had sexy thoughts of taking Ryan
back to my place for a night cap so I invited him up. It had been a
long time since I had done this... well... since Adam came up two years
We stood in my kitchen while I fished a beer out of the fridge for him.
He took a gulp and looked at me intently. I looked down, and back up at
him. I was so intrigued by this dazzling boy that I blurted, "So you
gained on purpose?"
"How do you feel about that?" He stepped closer to me, I looked him up
"I think it's pretty sexy," I giggled and leaned against the wall.
He stepped closer, "you do," he said knowingly. I didn't have to
"Yes, very" I choked out, feeling like my secret desires were being
ripped right out of the proverbial closet.
He stepped even closer, his sumptuous belly now brushing against me,
"Really," he smiled, with lasers-on-me confidence.
"Yes," I forced out again. He had me surrounded. I licked my lips in
He pressed me against the wall with his body, his belly engulfing my
waist. He took my face in his hands and kissed me softly, and then
intensely. I melted.
His hands roamed down my body, mine down his. His contours felt
amazing. His back rolls, side rolls and love handles all felt even
bigger than they looked.
When he kissed me, he made an "mmmmm" sound, as if I were a tasty meal
he was indulging in, which turned me on even more. Mid-kiss, he grabbed
me around the waist, twirled me around and set me back down, displaying
his easy strength and body confidence.
I smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him to my bedroom. He followed
behind me with a devilish grin. He lifted me onto my bed and crawled
along my body, his fingers following up my inner thigh, up my middle,
my breasts and then through my hair. "You are so beautiful Angela," he
whispered in my ear, "you are the girl I gained weight for," he knew
just what to say to turn me on more.
For the first time, I felt like prey. With my previous sexual
experiences, I was always the aggressor, always reassuring, always
worried that I would offend if I touched him the wrong way. But with
Ryan, it was different. He let me caress his rolls and found the same
pleasure from it that I did. He didn't worry about his weight falling
on me, or his belly getting in the way. He enveloped me with his size
and was not afraid of the power his body wielded.
We both knew we loved his fat. His mind was clear to lavish attention
and pleasure on my body because his brain wasn't clouded with
insecurities. He moved and maneuvered inside of me with the agility
usually expected from a smaller man, but with a potency and command
becoming a man his size.
Waves of pleasure crashed over me in unison with the ebb and flow of
his blubber. Afterwards, he curled himself around me, allowing me to
dance my fingers all over his sweaty flesh.
"This is the first time in a long time," he admitted.
"You seem like a pro to me," I giggled. "Did you take a class in how to
please a woman?"
"No, it's the belly. Without it, I lose my sex powers," he joked. I was
falling in love.
The next day, Ryan cancelled his surgery and switched doctors. The day
after that, he took me to dinner. And the day after that, I made him
breakfast in bed; no plates, no forks. Just a heaping pile of French
toast, with lots of butter and sticky sweet syrup.
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