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Holly remembered the first time she realized she was attracted to big boys.

And by big boys, she really meant fat boys. Really fat boys.

It was a month before she turned fourteen, and the first day of school was right around the corner. She was gone for most of the summer. Her grandfather had passed away, and she and her mother offered to help her grandmother deal with all the things you have to deal with after someone dies.

It was during homeroom when Holly started noticing how so many of her friends physically changed throughout the summer. Many of the boys grew taller, while many of the girls returned very well-developed. Holly glanced down at her still flat chest, feeling like she had not changed at all. The bell rang just as three more students filed in. She had been friends with Aaron since kindergarten. He had always been a little chubby. Her mother used to say he still had some baby fat, and that he would probably grow out of it once he hit puberty.

He, like many of her friends, seemed to hit puberty all over the summer. Aaron did not lose the baby fat. Quite the opposite, actually. He appeared to actually double in size. Holly thought he looked incredibly round, soft, and jiggly. He slid into his chair, rolls of fat spilling onto the desk in front of him. He looked very uncomfortable, and many of the students laughed at him when he had difficulty getting up after class. Holly was gathering her books when she looked up and listened as Mr. Grady told Aaron he may be more comfortable sitting at the back table. The next day, she waited to enter the room until after Aaron entered. He was sitting, alone, at the table in the back. Her heart beating, she approached.

“Hey, Aaron! Is this seat taken?” she asked, smiling bright. He smiled back and pointed to the chair next to him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked shyly.

“Do what?”

“Sit here. Next to me. I knew I gained a lot of weight this summer, I just didn’t realize how much until I saw everyone else.”

“I don’t understand, Aaron.”

“Aren’t you afraid of being made fun of? Most of the guys I used to sit with at lunch made fun of me pretty bad yesterday. And the ones who didn’t got made fun of just for sitting with me or talking to me.”

“Maybe I should be asking you the same thing. No one was begging to sit next to the nerd at lunch. You may be made fun of for the same thing!” They both started laughing. Holly loved seeing his big belly jiggle with each laugh.

Later that night, she dreamt of what it would be like to hug Aaron’s big belly. Her feelings for him grew as he continued to gain weight throughout the year. They had lunch together every day, and every day he would finish whatever Holly left on her plate. It made her feel all warm inside knowing she was making him happy.

They ended up going to the eighth grade dance together. By that time, everyone was used to seeing them being together, and no one ever made fun of them to their face. They would not have cared anyway. They sat and held hands and talked and laughed. At one point, Holly stood up and held out her hand to him.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” They snuck out of the gymnasium and Holly led him to the library. She helped out two days a week during her free period. It was her most favorite place to hang out. She also knew they would be alone. The library was dark except for a couple of fluorescent lights illuminating the check-out desk and the exits.

“Aaron?”

“Yes, Holly?”

“I like you so much,” she said, and feeling braver, she wrapped her arms around his soft belly. She instantly loved the feeling. At first, Aaron tensed, but after feeling Holly's arms around him, he relaxed and hugged her back.

“Can I kiss you?” Aaron’s chubby cheeks blushed bright red. He nodded and bent his head down, and their lips met in the middle. Holly pushed herself into his softness and internally melted into his arms. When they pulled apart, both were speechless.

“I like you so much, too, Holly.”

“Good!” she gave his belly a little squeeze. “And just so you know, I like ALL of you, Aaron.” He nodded and placed her hand on his belly.

They spent every day that summer together, until two weeks before they were to begin high school.

“Um, Holly? I need to tell you something.”

“Okay. Are you hungry? The pizza rolls will be done soon.”

“That’s great, but that’s not what I was going to say. We are moving. My dad got transferred to Atlanta.”

Holly’s heart sank. “When?”

“Next week. They want to get moved and settled and talk to the high school I’m going to be attending. What am I going to do, Holly? I’m going to have to start a new school, and my girlfriend will not be there. I feel safe here. The jokes don’t seem as bad with you by my side. What am I going to do?”

The tears started to flow freely down Holly’s cheeks. “What am I going to do? I’m not gonna have my teddy bear to hold.”

“We can facetime, I guess?”

“And text every day?”

“I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you, too, Holly.” They sat and held each other and cried together that afternoon. Holly will forever remember that afternoon as the afternoon when she had to say goodbye to her first love.

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Fifteen Years Later

Holly Reilly looked at herself in her full-length mirror one more time before leaving for work. She chose her favorite cream and beige one-piece jumpsuit (with matching jacket) that emphasized her slender frame. Today was the first day at her new job as librarian at the Shelby Public Library. She applied for the position after receiving her Masters in Library studies. Due to funds depleting nationwide, she was very lucky to even find this position. The job was in another state, and that made the move even more exciting. She enjoyed her life very much, and unlike other single women her age, she was not actively looking for anyone to spend her life with. She dated occasionally, and although she did have fun, she felt she could never fully be herself. It turned out that what Holly liked when she was fourteen, carried over into her adulthood. As she grew older, she continued to find fat men incredibly sexy, in fact, the bigger, the better. Unfortunately, whenever she voiced her deepest wants and desires to those men, it tended to scare them off.

Holly arrived a half hour early to meet with the libraries lead advisor, Rhonda Granger. She wanted to explain Holly’s responsibilities and answer any questions she may have before she officially started her work week.

"So, as you are probably well aware, the only way many libraries can survive in this day and age is by maintaining our large digital databases. Of course, we still have actual books, but the majority of your duties will be maintaining and adding to those databases. Technical issues, unfortunately, will take up a lot of your time."

"I figured that, and I will do everything I can to help mitigate those issues."

"I'm glad to hear you say that. You'll be working very closely with Ryan Anderson. He is our lead IT specialist, and he works remotely, but he is here today installing some new computers in the public computer lab. We recently received a large donation, and Ryan suggested we install additional computers since we have quite the waiting list. Now, with the additional computers, there will be additional IT issues. You will have a direct instant messaging line set up with Ryan, as well as zoom capabilities. Once a quarter, we have in person staff meetings, so you will meet all the IT personnel at the next meeting in two and a half months. Any questions?"

"I don't think so. Thank you, Rhonda. I really appreciate this opportunity."

"The pleasure is mine, Holly. I’d like you to meet Ryan, and then we’ll get you set up in your office, okay? Oh, and Holly, about Ryan, um… Never mind. You’ll see…"

Holly followed Rhonda to the computer lab, and Rhonda held the glass door open for her. There were about fifteen computer stations, ten of which were up and running. Five more were being installed. There was a small divider wall separating the new stations, and Holly could hear two IT specialists talking.

“Excuse me, Ryan, Scott? I’d like you to meet our newest staff librarian, Holly Reilly. She will be responsible for procuring and maintaining the digital databases. A tall muscular man wearing a ball cap, T-shirt, and jeans slid out from under a desk and stood up. He wiped his hands on his jeans and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Scott and the man behind the curtain is Ryan. Ry? You gonna come out and say hi?”

“Yep- give me a minute. I’ve almost got this software loaded.” A minute later, a very large man stepped out from behind the partition, his protruding belly rubbing it as he side-stepped out. He was wearing a navy blue Polo shirt tucked into his khakis, the fabric tightest around his midsection. He was clean-shaven, had sandy-blonde wavy hair, and the bluest eyes that Holly had ever seen. She guessed he had to be close to 400 lbs, give or take twenty pounds. Holly felt her cheeks flush.

“Nice to meet you, Holly. I’m sure Rhonda already told you, but I’ll be your main contact for any IT issues.”

Holly walked past Scott and made her way over to Ryan, and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you. I promise not to bother you too much!” she laughed. He held her hand for a moment before letting go, and Holly swore she felt a spark of electricity flow through her entire body.

“Okay guys, we won’t keep you any longer.” As they walked to Holly’s office, Rhonda stopped and turned to face Holly.

“Ryan is one of the nicest guys you could ever meet. I guessed I should have warned you-”

“About what, Rhonda?”

“I know a lot of people have preconceived notions about people who are, well, you know. His size does not prevent him from doing his job. He is probably the best IT specialist I've ever worked with, and we are quite lucky to have him."

“I wouldn’t think it would. And Ryan is fat. I’m pretty sure he already knows it. And I’m not fat-phobic at all. In fact, I, uh, forget it. It's not important. I think we'll work well together." Holly assured her.

“I’m sorry, Holly. I never meant to imply that you would be like that. It's just I’ve had other employees who would not even IM him with issues.”

“You have nothing to worry about.”

It took Holly all day to get her office set up. She spent her lunch break walking throughout the library, inhaling the smell she loved the most, the smell of old books.

The first time her mother took her to the library, she fell in love. She was reading before she was four years old, and always seemed to have a book in her hands. Although she will mostly be dealing with the digital aspects, she was thrilled she would still be surrounded by actual hard-bound books.

She ended up staying well past the time she was supposed to go home. As she was finishing making her to-do list for the next day, her instant messaging icon lit up. The notification said it was RA.

Hello? Holly, right? I see you are still logged on. Is everything all right?

Hi. Yes, everything is fine! I guess I lost track of time. First day and all. Sorry to have bothered you Ryan

Oh, okay. It's not a problem. I just wanted to make sure there were no issues. Welcome to Shelby, by the way. Sorry I didn’t have time to talk more today. I really needed to get those computers ready by tomorrow.

Not a problem at all. If this is anything like the other libraries I've worked at, I'm sure we will become very acquainted with each other.

LOL you've got that right! Well have a nice night, Holly. And get out of there!

I will. Thank you and you do the same!

Holly's cheeks burned. She really hoped she would get the opportunity to get to know him better. Like REALLY get to know him better. She locked up and went home. She ended her evening by watching YouTube videos of men showing off their big, beautiful bellies. She also caught up on her subscribed video blogs of her favorite men eating loads of high caloric food until their stomachs were hard, desperately wishing she could be the one to feed them.

The next five weeks flew by. And Holly was right. She talked to Ryan every day due to one system issue or another.

They seemed to have developed an easy rapport very quickly, and after the first week they exchanged phone numbers and continued their conversations well into the evening, either by texting or by actually talking. They were slowly getting to know each other, and Holly loved every minute of it. So much so, she would make up problems she knew how to fix, just to talk to Ryan. She even gave hints about wanting to see more of Shelby, but he never took the bait.

One day during lunch, Rhonda noticed and said something. "So you and Ryan seem to be hitting it off!"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. He's great. I like him a lot- I mean, he's really good at solving problems before they get too bad…"

Rhonda laughed. "You should ask him out."

Holly blushed. "What are you talking about?"

"He won't ask you. But I know he likes you. Like he really likes you, but he is too afraid you'll turn him down."

"What is this, high school?" Holly teased. "I do like him," Holly confessed quietly.

"Then I think you should do it. And there just happens to be the River Fest Festival this weekend," Rhonda said matter-of-factly.

"I'll think about it." The truth is Holly had been thinking about asking him out every moment since she met him.

The next evening they were face-timing and Holly took a couple of deep breaths.

"So, Ryan. Rhonda told me there is some local event going on this weekend?"

"Uh-huh. It's Shelby's annual River Festival. There is an art fair, local musicians play, and a craft beer and food showcase." Ryan looked down, and an uncomfortable silence filled the space between them.

"Sounds like fun. I'd like to check it out," Holly hinted.

"You should. It's a good way to meet a lot of people."

"Yeah. It would be nice to go with someone, though."

"Why don’t you go with Rhonda and her husband? Or, I can see if Scott wants to go. He's mentioned to me he was thinking about asking you out."

"Really? I had no idea. He really is not my type. And I don’t want to be a third wheel. I was thinking about, um, someone else "

"Oh."

"Oh my God! Ryan, will you go with me to the River Fest?"

"Me?! Why?"

"Because I like you, Ryan. And maybe I'd like to get to know you better, and maybe this festival would be a great way to do that. So what do you say? Will you go with me to the Shelby River Fest?"

"Are you sure?"

"I would not have asked if I wasn't sure, Ryan. But if you don't want to go with me, it's okay. I just thought it may be fun is all…"

"Um, I mean, yes, I would like to go. With you. But, Holly, it's gonna be hard for me. I’m not really the outdoorsy type. Hell, I’m not sure how far I could actually walk, and-"

"Ryan? There will be benches along the Riverwalk. And we can take as many breaks as you'd like. It will be fine. Besides, I like to people watch."

"Um, about that. I don't go out much. And when I do go out, I get stared at. And laughed at."

"How about this, if it gets to be too much for you, we'll leave. Okay?"

"If you are sure about this. I'll do it. For you."

“I am sure about this. Would you like me to drive?” Ryan chuckled. “What? I can drive, I don’t mind!”

“Holly. That is very sweet, but unless you drive a truck or SUV, I most likely will not be very comfortable in your car."

“Oh! God, I’m so sorry! I forgot.”

“Holly?”

“Yeah?”

“That was probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. That being said, I will drive.”

"Great! We'll finalize everything Friday. Good night, Ryan."

"Good night, Holly." And then he signed off, and Holly went to sleep, happy.

Friday night, Holly could barely sleep. She hasn't felt this way about anyone since high school. All day at work, she was having trouble focusing because all she could think about was Ryan. She reached down and stuck a finger into her wet pussy. To think she may be able to feel herself surrounded by all that fat, his fat, was almost too much for her, and before she even realized what was happening, she made herself come just by fantasizing about Ryan.

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They agreed he would pick her up at 11. Holly chose a light-blue floral sundress that brought out her hazel eyes. She pulled her long chestnut brown hair up into a simple ponytail. She just sat down when her doorbell rang. She took a deep breath, grabbed her bag and a light sweater, and opened the door. Her breath hitched when she saw him. Ryan wore a white T-shirt and a navy short-sleeved button-up, opened because she was pretty sure he could not button it, and khakis. Just like the first time she saw him, the T-shirt fabric was tightest along his wide midsection. The T-shirt emphasized his deep belly button. It took every ounce of strength for Holly not to pull that shirt out of his pants so that she could stick one of her fingers in that belly button. She blushed when she noticed he caught her looking at his belly, and he instinctively rubbed his hands along his sides, and chuckled.

“And here I was afraid you forgot what I actually looked like!”

“What? How could I forget that? I’m sorry! You, um, you look great! Ready?”

“I am. And so do you, by the way. Look great.”

He opened the passenger door of his truck for Holly and she hopped in. He grabbed the top of the hood and effortlessly slid into the driver’s seat. Holly noticed the seat belt extender as he buckled himself in. He was able to find a relatively close parking spot near the entrance.

It was a beautiful June day. The cool breeze from the river and low humidity made Holly glad she brought her cardigan. They started out walking around the riverwalk, just taking in the sights. Holly noticed Ryan sweating after ten minutes, and his breathing sounded a bit labored. She spotted a bench and suggested they sit to plan what they wanted to do next. He nodded and pulled out a small towel he kept in his back pocket. He sat down heavily, spreading his legs slightly so that his belly could rest on his legs. He wiped his forehead, and after a few minutes, his breathing appeared to even out.

“Sorry, Holly,” he said, in between breaths, looking down.

“For what? I like to have a game plan, and this was the perfect place to stop and do just that. I’m thirsty. Want a lemonade?” she asked, pointing to the lemonade stand.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” Holly asked.

“Make excuses for me.“

“Ryan.”

“Holly! I couldn't even make it ten minutes before needing to take a break. At this rate, it’s gonna take me all day just to make it around one time! I knew this was a mistake…”

“What was a mistake? Needing to take a break? Or going out on a date with me? I thought we liked each other! And I’m not making excuses for you. You’ve seen my work planner!”

“What did you say?”

“When?”

“Just now. Is that what this is? Are we on… a date?”

“I… Yes. I thought that, um… Oh, God. Ryan I’m sorry I just assumed you liked me, because I like you, and, oh God… We can go.”

“Holly! Stop! I do like you, but I thought you just wanted to be friends. So. You like me?” Holly slid closer to Ryan and placed her hand on his soft chest and looked right into his eyes.

“I do. Ryan. I like you. A lot. And just so there is no confusion, I like all of you. Like all of you,” she said, moving her hand down from his chest to his belly, where she rubbed a large circle.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked, still staring into his bright blue eyes. He nodded. She turned his head slightly so she could whisper into his ear, “I’m very attracted to you, Ryan. You are so damn sexy, it’s all I can do not to kiss you right now.” He turned his head sharply to face her. He cupped her face with both his hands, and Holly moved closer into his massiveness and they kissed, long and deep. Holly felt a fire in her belly rise along her chest and into her cheeks. When she pulled away, she was light-headed.

“It was good?” he asked shyly. Holly responded by kissing him back, harder this time, completely oblivious to the people walking by, a few of whom were snickering.

“My God, Ryan. Yes. Do you believe me now? But seriously, I really would like a lemonade. Would you like one?”

“Yes, please.” Ryan smiled and wiped his neck.

When Holly returned, she was holding two large lemonades and two pretzels. She handed one of each to Ryan.

“Now. I was thinking we would look at some of the art on our way to listen to the first afternoon concert, and then maybe grab a bite. Or two,” she said, winking. She took a bite, waiting for Ryan to answer.

He finished his pretzel and took a long swig of his lemonade. He covered his mouth and turned away from Holly to let out a small burp. She handed him a napkin. She also handed him the rest of her pretzel.

“What are you doing? You had like two bites.”

“I had three and I’m good. If you don’t want it, I’ll just toss it.” His eyes got wide. He held out his hand and Holly laughed.

“I don’t want you to ever hide what you want from me, okay? In fact, if you want to eat more, I’ll go get more. Ryan, I honestly don’t care what or how much you eat, okay? In fact, uh, never mind,” she said quietly.

"What? Tell me."

"Maybe one day. Now, would you like another pretzel, or not?"

“Okay,” he said in between chews. “If you are sure you don't mind, I will take another one to eat on our way to the concert.” Holly smiled brightly and jumped up to get another lemonade and pretzel. They walked hand in hand after Ryan was finished eating. Every ten minutes or so, Holly would find some place for them to sit and rest. They used that time to talk about types of music they each liked. When they finally arrived at the music pavilion, Holly knew the folding chairs would not be suitable, so they chose a bench in the back. During the first song, Holly slid closer to Ryan, and he draped his arm around her shoulders. She felt like that space was made just for her. Halfway through the concert, she whispered she wanted to leave. As they were walking back to his truck, Ryan asked why she wanted to leave.

"Were you not enjoying yourself?"

“I was, it's just I don't think I could have sat there any longer. And if I wasn’t comfortable, I know you weren't comfortable. So where is a good place to eat around here?”

“I don’t go out much, Holly. But I do have a favorite diner, if you would like to go there.”

“Sounds great. And then maybe we could watch a movie at my place?”

“I’d like that. Very much.” Holly smiled and looked out the window.

The diner was busy. The only seats available were booths. Ryan told the hostess they would like to wait until a table opened up, and she nodded and winked. They sat on the bench by the door and Holly took a menu to look at while they waited.

“I’m sorry. It shouldn’t be too much longer,” Ryan said, his cheeks flushed red.

“Don’t be! And just so you know, I’m going to ignore you every time you do that.”

“Do what?” Holly turned and moved up into his space. She kissed him on his cheek.

“Apologize. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. Got it?” She squeezed his chubby cheek and kissed him again, this time on his lips.

“Okay. You’re the boss.”

“Right this way, guys.”

“Hey Ryan! I’ll be with you in a minute!” An older waitress named Margie said. Ryan nodded and pulled out a chair for Holly.

“I could get used to this,” she sing-songed, still looking at her menu. She looked up and winked at Ryan.

“Who’s your lady-friend, Ry?”

“Margie, this is Holly. We work together. Holly, this is Margie, and she has been taking care of me pretty much since I started coming here.”

“Hello,” Holly smiled, as she reached across the table to give Ryan’s hand a gentle squeeze. He squeezed her back, sending that familiar bolt of electricity from him to her, just from his simple touch.

“Hello to you, dear! What can I get you both this fine day? The usual lunch?” she asked, smiling at Ryan.

“Um, no, I-”

“Ryan,” Holly said quietly, “What did I say? Get what you want.”

“Okay, yes, my usual. Did you decide on anything?”

“The turkey club, no mayo, and a side salad, please.”

“Drinks?” Margie asked.

“Iced tea is fine.”

“Make that 2, Margie.”

“Coming right up!”

Ryan started fiddling with some sugar packets. “Holly, this is all new for me. I’m not used to not having to apologize for my size.”

“Okay. You should never have to feel bad about who you are.”

“Oh, if it was only that easy. You’re only talking about me having to try and put aside years of, you know what, you are right. We can talk about that another day!”

“Works for me!”

After their drinks were brought out, they talked a little about work, and then Margie brought out their lunches. Ryan ordered a double pastrami on rye, onion rings, french fries, and coleslaw. Holly’s mouth went dry when she saw the amount of food on his plates, and she licked her lips. She quickly looked down at her large sandwich, knowing full well she would only be able to eat half. She reached over and stole an onion ring, to which Ryan playfully smacked her hand away.

“Hey, Missy! Those are mine!” he laughed. She pushed her plate away when she was finished, and placed the remaining of her sandwich on his plate, and watched Ryan eat everything in front of him, including the rest of her turkey club. He belched throughout his meal and drank three glasses of tea to help wash everything down. Holly could not help but notice his shirt looking a little tighter against his hard belly.

“Um, maybe we could get some pie to-go and have dessert later?” she squeaked. She wanted to go home so bad so she could massage that growing belly.

“Sure. What do you want?”

“How about the Apple pie? A whole one, please.”

Ryan swallowed. “Are you sure?” Holly nodded.

Ryan huffed getting into the truck, and Holly noticed he took a minute to adjust his seat belt. She reached over and rubbed a small circle on his belly. “Maybe you’ll let me massage you when we get back to my place?”

“Wha- are you sure?”

“I am.”

Holly unlocked the door to her apartment and told Ryan where the bathroom was. She changed into some house pants and a loose blouse. When Ryan came out, his shirt was untucked. She motioned for him to follow her into her bedroom. She sat down and patted the spot beside her. He sat down gently, his belly jiggling as he adjusted himself. She fluffed some pillows for him, and he leaned back, breathing out to allow his belly to fully relax. His shirt slid up slightly, and exposed his wide underbelly. Holly moved to sit beside him. “Relax,” she whispered. “Let me take care of you. Can we take this off?” she asked, pulling at his shirt.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked timidly.

“I am.” She lifted his shirt up and over his head and she finally touched his large, plush, belly. He quivered at her touch and moaned as she traced his deep stretch marks with her finger. She then caressed his fat rolls that wrapped around his sides. She saved the best for last; she kissed and licked his entire swollen belly.

"Do you want to feel what you do to me?" He nodded. She slid her pants down below her slender thighs and guided a fat finger into her pussy. "Do you feel my wetness? You did that, Ryan. You. Oh! God! Please don't stop, Ryan!" She leaned and arched her back, and he grabbed her hip and pressed another finger into her, rubbing her clit as she moaned louder.

"Oh, Holly! You are so fucking beautiful! Kiss me." She pulled his hand out, licked his fingers, and moved closer to kiss him.

"You look so amazing. So big, so full. Now, will you let me massage that incredibly hot belly of yours?"

Ryan nodded and kissed her again before she moved down to lie beside him. His pants were not buttoned, and a decent sized roll of fat hung deliciously over his pants. Holly started massaging circles and applying a little pressure, immediately releasing the trapped air in his gut. He belched long and loud and they both laughed. Fifteen minutes later they were both asleep, Holly's head resting on his soft chest.

Three hours later, Holly woke to Ryan moving some hair behind her ear and softly kissing her on her temple.

"So. This was definitely not the first time you've done something like this. Have you always liked big guys?"

"Yes. But please know I like you more than just for your body!" Ryan laughed hard, his belly raising higher, causing Holly to rise along with it.

"Seriously, though. Yeah, I have. Since I was fourteen years old, actually. I know you probably won't believe this, but I was quite the nerd growing up. And in eighth grade, I fell in love with Aaron. We went to elementary school together. And that summer he gained a lot of weight. I was drawn to him like a magnet. We were inseparable that entire year. He was my first kiss, my first love."

"So what happened?"

"He moved away. We tried to stay in touch. But, you know how it goes. I was very busy, academically, and we grew apart. Plus, we were just kids. A few years ago we reconnected through Facebook. He lost weight and started running. He’s happily married with three kids, from what I remember. And good for him, you know?"

"It is good for him. He was very lucky to have you as his first girlfriend. You probably gave him the confidence to be who was meant to be. I wish I had someone like you growing up."

"I wish you did, too. If nothing else to show you how wonderful you are and that weight has absolutely nothing to do with that. But, in your case, for me, your excess weight is an added bonus! Are you hungry?" Holly asked him as she sat up and tickled his wide underbelly.

He laughed again. "Contrary to what most people believe, not all fat people are hungry all the time. But, in this case, yes, I am. Pie?" Holly covered her face with her hands and giggled. She got up and threw his shirt at him.

"Go get yourself comfortable. We can decide what movie to watch, okay?"

Holly handed Ryan a plate with a little over a third of the pie on it. She cut a quarter of the pie on it for herself. She hoped she could convince him to eat the last small piece, as well as hers.

"Thank you. Is this ice cream on it?"

"I believe they call that a la mode. I'm sorry, I should have asked-"

"Holly it's fine. Sit next to me."

She took two bites and then placed her plate on the coffee table. She started scrolling through movies, when she caught Ryan looking at her plate.

"Please don't tell me you're done."

"Guess I'm still full from lunch," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "You want it?"

"I probably shouldn't. But the ice cream is melting, so, hand it here." She placed the plate on his stomach and went back to her scrolling. After his last bite, she took his plate and moved up closer and kissed the sweet cream from his lips.

"I'm not really in the mood for a movie. I do have to ask you, though. What did you think was happening between us these last five weeks? You really didn't know I liked you?"

Ryan sighed and rested his hand and tapped his fingers on his belly. He pulled at his shirt to try and stretch it.

"I don't know. I wanted to believe what I was feeling, you were feeling, too. But I guess I was afraid I was imagining it, or you were too good to be true. You are so beautiful, so thin, there was no way someone like you could like someone like me. At least, that was what I was led to believe my whole life."

"Oh, Ryan. You are so smart, so funny, and, well, you already know what I think about how you look." Feeling braver, she mounted him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him and licked his lips with her tongue. He opened his mouth slightly, giving her full access to his mouth. She pushed herself into his belly, grinding herself against him. Her hands made their way down to his ample love handles, and she gently squeezed two handfuls of flesh. Ryan slipped his hands under her blouse, caressed her breasts, slid his hands down along her small waist to her hips where he squeezed her gently.

"Holly, I should probably go."

"Stay. Please?"

"I don't have any condoms, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for-"

"Ry- stop. We don't have to do anything. I just want to wake up next to you tomorrow. And maybe kiss you some more."

"I’d like that.”

Ryan took off his pants and covered himself with the sheet. Holly smiled when she saw that mountain of a man laying on her bed. She wore just a t-shirt and her panties and climbed onto her bed. She rolled onto her side to face him, and rested her hand on his belly.

"Goodnight, Ryan."

“Goodnight, Holly.”

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On Monday morning, Holly was busy working on placing the next three months' digital orders when Rhonda came in and shut the door. She sat down and stared at Holly until she looked up from her computer.

“Okay. Spill it.”

“Spill what?”

“What happened with you and Ryan?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Holly could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.

“So I’m at the grocery yesterday and I overheard two women talking. They said they saw the new librarian making out with an extremely fat man at the River Fest.”

“I would hardly say what we were doing was making out. I may have kissed him a few times. Now, maybe, later, at my place we did make out…”

“I knew it!” Rhonda clapped her hands. “I’m so happy for both of you! But he is so shy. How did you even get him to go to the festival?”

“I don’t know. I assured him we could leave anytime and that, for the hundredth time, I did not care about his weight. I think after the third kiss, he started to believe me,” Holly smiled.

“And you really didn’t care about what people saw or thought?”

“Why would I? It’s their problem. Not mine.”

“Damn, Holly! You really do like him, huh?”

“I do. It’s not going to be a problem, is it?”

“I don’t see how. He works remotely. All I ask is that you keep your work and your private life separate. Like no personal chats on your work IM, that sort of thing.”

“We can do that. Thanks, Rhonda. So, everyone knows then?”

“Shelby is a small town. Yes, everyone knows.”

“Good!”

After Rhonda left, Holly texted Ryan.

As if Ryan was testing to see if Holly was for real, he ordered enough Thai food for at least four people. Three different appetizers, two different curries, pad Thai, and dessert. She could only eat half of her pad Thai, partly because she was full, and partly because she was enamored of watching Ryan eat. Holly did not even try to hide her excitement when Ryan finished the last bite. He licked his lips, leaned back, and provocatively rubbed his hard belly, watching as her eyes followed the way his hands grabbed the bottom of his underbelly. He raised it slightly, his chubby cheeks looking rosy and full. “You really do like all of this, huh?” he asked incredulously.

"Mhmm, I do. I really, really do. You are incredible! You ate so much! Now let's make you feel more comfortable." He used the table for support as he eased himself up, arched his back, and waddled over to his extra-large sectional. He sat down heavily and rolled onto his side. Holly kneeled in front of him and applied pressure in all the right places, causing Ryan to belch loudly.

"That's so good, Ryan! Make room for dessert for me!" She placed some pillows on the floor so she could sit near him since there was no room on the sectional for her to lay next to him. She continued to massage and kiss his belly, as he quietly moaned at her gentle touch.

A few hours later, when Ryan was feeling better, they went to his bedroom. Holly took off all her clothes and stood before him. He traced the outline of her slender body, taking his time. He pulled her close so he could kiss her flat stomach and held onto her hips. She removed his shirt and slid his pants and boxers down his thick thighs and threw them on the nearby chair. He pointed to his nightstand at the box of condoms. Ryan lifted his belly so Holly could put the condom on his hard cock. He leaned back and Holly mounted him, her knees digging into his ample love handles. Before he dropped his massiveness on her lap, she rode him until he came. She collapsed on him, as her aftershocks appeared to be absorbed into his belly. She reached down to take the condom off and then kissed her way up his mountain of a belly.

"Holly, you are incredible."

"So are you. You worked up quite the appetite. Ready for dessert?"

"I am. Can you bring me the rest of your pad Thai, as well? And anything else I may have in the fridge?" Holly’s eyes dilated.

"Absolutely! We need to stuff that belly full! Be right back!"

For the next five weeks, they would spend at least four nights together. Ryan continued to eat as much as he wanted, with Holly's encouragement. She brought bags of groceries every day she came to see him, and made sure her pantry was always fully stocked when he stayed at her place. It warmed her heart to see her boyfriend go to sleep with a very full belly.

The next week it was time for their quarterly staff meeting. It was also going to be the first time everyone at work would see them together. When she walked into the conference room, there was only one person already there. He was sitting in the back, typing something on a laptop. He was the most handsome guy Holly has ever seen, and she could not believe he was all hers. She walked slowly over to the table.

"Is this seat taken?" Ryan looked up and smiled.

“Actually, it is. You see, I’m saving it for my extremely hot, sexy girlfriend.” He slid the chair back, his massive belly pushing on the table. He motioned to the seat next to him, and she sat down. She kissed him chaste on the lips and smiled.

“Oh. You left this.” She placed his wallet on the table. His cheeks flushed. “What? What am I missing?”

Ryan leaned over and whispered in her ear. “My pants are too tight. I know I've put on some weight. I couldn’t get my wallet in there. I meant to just carry it, but I forgot.” Holly thought she had noticed a few new fat rolls and stretch marks. He was wearing a tight polo, untucked.

“Okay. How about after the meeting we go shopping?” she whispered back.

Ryan groaned. “The nearest big and tall shop is over an hour away. I just need to get through today, and maybe we’ll go this weekend? Or maybe I can just order some stuff online. I just hate shopping.” Holly raised her eyebrows.

“What are you going to do until then? Today is Monday!”

“I have sweats I’ve stretched out. And a couple of T-shirts. No one is going to see me but you.”

“Babe. You can’t wear sweats and a ratty T-shirt to go shopping. I’ll go. I’m only working a half-day tomorrow. You trust me to pick out clothes for you?”

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad? I’m the one who did this to you.”

“No. Not that. My mom used to get so mad when I needed to size up. I went up three sizes my junior year in high school. It was a bad year.”

“Ugh. The more I hear about your mom, the more I want to scream! Babe, I probably shouldn’t say this, but you look incredible.” She kissed him on his cheek and reached her hand below the table and playfully squeezed a handful of flesh. “I can’t wait to bite this tonight!”

Ryan shook his head. “All right, you. I need to finish getting ready for my presentation.”

“Fine. So this lasts the whole day?"

"Pretty much. We get an hour for lunch, and then come back for about two hours to address any concerns. My presentation is before lunch. I usually just do a PowerPoint from back here. It's just easier than having to move up front, you know? And considering my clothing situation…” Holly giggled.

Ryan stayed in the conference room while Holly went to get lunch for them. Ryan was too afraid people would notice just how tight his clothes really were. Holly was able to distract attention from him when he needed to use the restroom by asking questions about the upcoming events the library had planned. Rhonda gave her a couple questioning looks, but went back to her own presentation. Holly stayed behind to help clean up, and so that she and Ryan could leave together.

"So, are all the meetings that exciting?" Holly teased.

"Pretty much. I'm actually surprised we got done that early. I really liked your ideas. Do you really think you can help us gain traction within the community?"

"I do. With your help, of course. I think everyone has left. Why don’t I swing by the diner and pick up dinner, and you go home and change into something more comfortable?”

“Thanks, Holly,” he said before kissing her goodbye.

Holly unlocked the door to Ryan's apartment. "Babe?" she called out.

"In here!" he shouted from the bedroom. There was a pile of clothes on the bed. Ryan was standing in only his boxers, his very tight boxers. His large belly protruding out front and center, and his ass did look a lot wider, as did his thighs. Holly could tell from that angle, Ryan had indeed gained a lot of weight since they started seeing each other. Her eyes dilated, and her mouth watered at the sight before her.

"Nothing fits," he said, sadly, as he plopped down on the bed. "All my shirts are way too tight and won’t even cover my belly button. I knew a couple of weeks ago, but I ignored it. I actually ripped a shirt that I thought I could stretch out. And last week I tried cutting back, but one week didn’t do anything." He wiggled himself up, struggled slightly, and leaned up against the headboard. He slapped his stomach which caused it to violently jiggly. "But I'm so damn hungry, Holly! Especially before and after sex! What am I gonna do? How soon before I am too big? Even for you? I don’t know what I was thinking."

Holly pushed some of the clothes towards the end of the bed and sat next to her boyfriend. She placed one hand on his belly and one on his cheek. “Hey,” she said softly. “You could never get too big for me. I’m the one who should be sorry. Maybe I wanted you to get bigger, fuller, fatter. It was all I could do today not to take you right there in the conference room!”

“You don’t have to say that. I know what I am, and there is no way you are going to continue to put up with me. Like this, anyway.”

“Ryan! Stop it! I love you, okay? I love you! I love you fat, now even fatter, and if you get even more fat, I will love that!” Holly froze. She had not meant to say she loved him out loud. But that was exactly what was happening since their first date. Holly Reilly was falling in love with Ryan Anderson.

“I… I love you too. I never thought there would be anyone out there for me. Especially like this,” he said, rubbing his growing belly. “That being said, please tell me you brought home dinner. I really am starving.” She leaned in to kiss his cheek, chest, and belly.

That night they, or more like it, he ate very well. She brought home three fried chicken dinners, three baked potatoes, onion rings, and a grilled chicken breast and side salad. He ate everything except one piece of chicken and half a potato. He moaned happily and rubbed his hard belly when he was finished.

"Uh, Babe, just so I have an idea, what size clothes are you now?" she asked as she cleaned up the kitchen.

"3XL. But these have been tight for a while. So, whatever you think is best. I trust you,” he kissed her gently on her lips, and she melted into his embrace.

The next afternoon, Holly entered the big and tall shop, excited. A sales associate approached her. “Hello! I am guessing you are shopping for someone?”

“I am. My boyfriend. I just need some of the basics. T-shirts, polos, khakis, that sort of thing. Would you happen to know if the 3XLs have been tight for a while, what size I should look for?”

“Well, that depends. How tall is he?”

“Six feet.”

“Do you have an idea of his weight?” Holly flushed.

“Um, maybe 425? We don’t own a scale, or, um, mine only goes to 350, and he is definitely more than that. Should I mention he carries most of his weight in his midsection?”

“Yes, that helps. I would say 5XL for some shirts. And as a back-up, I would get a couple of 6XL, just to have on hand. We do have the holidays coming up.” Holly froze for a moment. As she held up a T-shirt to look at it, she never thought she would ever be with a man who could actually fill out the supersized shirt in her hands. She swallowed hard. She also thought about what it would take for him to outgrow the 6XL…

After an hour, she picked up shirts, pants, and the sales associate also suggested boxers. As she was checking out, she noticed a large mannequin wearing a tuxedo with a patterned vest. For half a minute, she imagined Ryan wearing that tux. Something deep within her heart told her that Ryan was the man she was going to marry.

Maybe someday…

By the time she came home, Ryan had three trash bags full of clothes. Two were for donation, and one was for garbage.

"Hey! I come bringing presents!" Holly called out excitedly holding three large bags. Ryan made his way to the living room, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, with two holes at the seams. He sat down heavily on the couch. She handed him a couple of shirts, he looked at the size and sighed.

"If you don't like anything, I won't be upset. I can exchange it for something else. What is it?"

"I never thought I would ever be this big. 5XL. My mom is gonna have a fit."

"Um, we are not buying for her! Try it on, please." He nodded and pulled the shirt over his head, and it fit perfectly. And by perfectly, it was a loose fit and covered his entire belly. He smiled, pulling at the shirt. Holly clapped her hands and plopped down beside him.

"It looks good! But," she said, sounding serious, "if you want to actively start to lose weight, I will support you. But, I’m telling you that you absolutely do not have to. Not for me, not for your mom, not for anyone but yourself. How do you feel? I, personally, think you’ve never looked better.”

"Honestly," he said, leaning back, "I like being this big. I like feeling full, and I've liked the way my body has changed these last couple of months. I've never felt comfortable in my own skin before. And I have a lot of skin to be comfortable in. So, if you are still okay with all of this," he said, patting his growing waistline, "I don't want to go on any diets, or cut back. I absolutely love eating. And I love you, Holly."

"Ryan! I love you, too. And I am all for you embracing who you are, and if you like who you are, then I love that for you. Now, how about you try on the rest of these, and maybe we can go out to eat. I want to show off my big man!" She squeezed in next to him, and kissed him.

She also patted his large, round belly. The belly she has grown to love so much.

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"You know, I was thinking," Holly called out from the kitchen. She was mixing up a big bowl of peanut butter brownies for Ryan’s snack later. She had been experimenting with different brownie mixes and recipes, and so far all have been winners.

Ryan looked at his girlfriend, his eyes widened at what she could be thinking about. "Okay?"

"Now that is getting a little cooler out, and you were so concerned about the extra weight you gained," she paused to lick the wooden spoon.

"Yes? What about it?" Ryan opened a bag of chips, waiting for Holly to finish.

"How do you feel about trying to build up your stamina and improve your flexibility?" Ryan let out a hearty laugh.

"Babe, out of the two of us, you are the one who has to be physically flexible, and if I do say so myself, you are a physical wonder."

"Thanks. But I'm being serious."

"Me too!"

"Anyway! I was thinking we could start walking in the evenings, maybe go to the River Walk? And, now don't laugh, but I've also been reading about fat yoga. There is actually a studio thirty minutes from here that specializes in that. It basically shows you modified ways to do the poses using support tools. I will go with you, of course. I was thinking that if you do continue to pack on the pounds, and you know that I would totally be okay with that, the walking and yoga could help build up your strength, so your back wouldn't hurt as much, and we could go more places, and-"

"I'll give it a try. If anything, maybe I'll plateau, or something. I don't have any workout clothes, though." Holly ran over to hug her boyfriend.

"Really? You’ll give it a try?”

“I will. I’m gonna need your help, though!”

“Of course! I’ll be with you every step of the way. And, about workout clothes, um, I may have already bought you some? Nothing fancy, I just wanted you to feel comfortable. So just sweatpants and T-shirts. I also thought we would start out slow, like every other day, and then slowly build up to every evening. Yoga maybe just two times a week, and we'll go from there. If you like it, that is."

"I'm in. I want to be healthy, or at least try to be as much as I can, anyway."

"Ryan, that is such bullshit that fat people can't be healthy, you know that, right? And thank you for wanting to give it a try." Holly kissed him on his chubby cheek and placed her hand on his belly and gave it a rub. She then went back into the kitchen. She wanted to bake another pan of brownies to celebrate.

The next evening after dinner, they just walked around the neighborhood.

"Now you don't have to push yourself, understand? I don't have any expectations, and if we have to stop after five minutes, so be it. But I promise you will start to see and feel a difference." She wore a spandex running outfit and was pulling her hair back as she talked. She bent down to tie his shoes as Ryan sat on the bed, watched her, and smiled. Holly looked up and blushed.

"What?"

"You know we are just walking around the neighborhood, right? You look like you are going to run a 5K. Or pose for some fitness magazine."

"It's what I work out in. But I can change, if you want,” she said shyly.

"No! It's great! You look great. I'm just gonna be distracted, that's all." Holly stood up and turned to the door, but not before Ryan softly swatted her on her ass.

"Come on!" She laughed, holding out her hand to help Ryan to his feet.

They only made it ten minutes before Ryan was already huffing and breathing hard. They stopped so he could wipe the perspiration from his face and neck and drink some water. He leaned up against a tree for a few minutes to catch his breath before they headed home.

"This is so stupid," he grumbled. "I can't even walk ten minutes without feeling like I can't breathe!"

“Babe, I know you may be discouraged, but it’s going to take some time. I’m so proud of you!”

“You don’t have to say that.”

“But I am. We just need to go slow. You will see results, I promise. I would never do anything to hurt you or set you up for failure. Now, come on. Let's go home to shower and cool off, okay?” Ryan nodded.

They walked back slowly, and by the time they reached the apartment, Ryan was ready for another break. As soaked as his clothes were, it looked as if he had worked out for hours. Holly was not phased by it at all. She hugged him and kissed his cheek, rubbing his back as he sat on the bed, catching his breath. Holly waited with him until his breaths evened out and went to start the shower.

They have perfected their dance in the shower these last few months. Holly lets Ryan enter first and get wet before she gets in. She stands behind him, washes his back fat and rolls before he turns around to rinse off. She then, very carefully, moves around him in order to get to the water, his wet, slick belly rubbing against her as she washes herself. She cannot get enough of feeling him right behind her. He will then get out so she can wash her hair, since there really was not enough room for her to turn around to take a full shower with Ryan behind her. He then hands her the towels and she gets out.

After their shower they watched a movie and Ryan ate the remaining brownies Holly made for him. She told him again, before they went to sleep for the night, that she was so unbelievably proud of him. He spooned her and Holly felt herself melt into his mountain of flesh, and she could not have been more content.

Two days later, they attempted fat yoga. Surprisingly, Ryan thoroughly enjoyed it. When they arrived, there were already five overweight people there setting up. Holly looked at Ryan and smiled. He was the biggest one there. She took her time looking around the studio and noticed ballet bars, chairs, and large black straps securely fastened to the walls. From what she read, those will be used as support since each person's centers of gravity will vary on each person's size. Ryan went to use the bathroom and Holly signed them in. She saw one woman glare at her from across the room for just a moment before she went back to her spot. She was easily double the size of Holly. Holly nodded to her and found two places for her and Ryan, when the woman spoke up.

“I think you may be in the wrong class, honey. This is a yoga class for people not the same size as you.” Three people glanced in their direction, but quickly looked away.

Holly looked up from her stretching. “You mean this is not the class for fat people?”

“Are you trying to be funny?”

“No. And I knew exactly what this class was when I signed my boyfriend up for it. He's a little shy, and we wanted to do this together. Not that it is any of your business!” Just then, Ryan slowly made his way towards Holly.

“That is your boyfriend?” Holly nodded.

Ryan looked at the woman and then moved protectively near Holly. “Is everything okay?”

“Yep. Apparently I’m too small to take this class with you, even though the instructor told me it was okay if I participate.”

The woman looked down, face red. “I’m sorry. It’s just that sometimes we get certain people here who come just to- you know what? Never mind. I think it’s great you are supporting your boyfriend.” She looked at Ryan. “She really is your girlfriend?”

“We just celebrated four months together.” He grabbed Holly’s hand and kissed it.

“Again, I’m sorry.”

“Holly,” she held out her hand.

“Grace. Nice to meet you and-” she shook Holly’s hand.

“Ryan.”

“Welcome, Holly and Ryan. This really is a great class. Again, I'm sorry I made assumptions. I didn't mean to offend you. Enjoy the class."

“Thanks.” Ryan smiled and squeezed Holly's hand and waited for the instructor to arrive. "You okay?" he whispered.

"Yep," Holly nodded.

After the air was cleared, Ryan and Holly listened intently at what this class was really about. They both found it very informative. Ryan only had to attempt a couple of positions his first day, with the help of the ballet bars. Brian, the instructor, told Ryan he would eventually use some of the chairs and support straps in the upcoming weeks after he explained how they all work to provide the support Ryan would need to perfect the yoga poses. He assured them both Ryan would be safe and the chance of injury was very small. When the class was over, they said goodbye to Grace and told her they would definitely be back.

On the way home, Holly was unusually quiet.

“You okay?” Ryan asked.

“Do you think I made people uncomfortable by being there? I didn’t mean to do that, and if you want to go alone from now on, I’d be okay with that…”

“Holly. If you are talking about Grace, she apologized. I want you there. I love that this is something we can do together. It felt kind of weird, huh?”

“What?”

“I’m always the fattest person in the room, no matter where I go. Tonight, you were the smallest.”

“It did feel a little strange. Is that how you feel all the time?”

“Not all the time. Most of the time, though? Yeah. But I have you by my side, and now, somehow it doesn’t seem to bother me anymore.”

"Oh, Ryan. I'll always be by your side. Always."

"I know. Let's stop for a snack on the way home. I think there is an ice cream parlor nearby."

For the next six weeks, Ryan made significant progress. They were up to walking every night and for longer periods of time. Holly noticed his stamina had increased, and it was getting easier for him to bend and stretch. He had learned how to use his belly to help his center of gravity. His breathing was also getting easier when he walked. Although they did not keep track, he did lose some weight. Holly upped his meal portions on the weekends, and she started baking more throughout the week. She loved baking him brownies and cookies, and made sure he had plenty of snacks for the week.

One night, Ryan, with Holly’s coaching, was brave enough to fuck her being on top. Holly propped herself up on some pillows, and he straddled her, his large belly resting on her flat one. He held up his gut, and thrust his hard cock into her warm, extremely wet pussy.

“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” he huffed, sweat dripping onto her bouncing breasts.

“No!” she screamed. “More! I need more of you, Ryan. Fuck me harder, big boy! Ahh!” She grabbed hold of his soft love handles and pulled him closer. “Oh my God! Ry-an!” He gave one final thrust and held his position as he and Holly came simultaneously. Afraid he was going to smush her, he rolled onto the bed beside her, as her body relaxed from her multiple strong orgasms.

“See?” she gasped. “See how amazing you are? God I love you so much!” Holly rolled on her side to face Ryan and grabbed his chubby cheeks before she planted a wet kiss on his eager lips.

“I never thought I would or could be able to do that, Holly. I was so afraid I was going to hurt you, but you and us, it’s just so good. But, babe?’

“Yeah?”

“I’m starving. Do we have any brownies left?” Holly laughed into his soft chest.

“Come on. I may have baked some more this afternoon!”

The next day, they decided to take their first walk together around the Riverwalk. It was a beautiful clear morning, the air felt crisp, and the sky was a gorgeous shade of blue filled with white clouds.

Ryan’s goal was to walk the 1.5 mile without stopping to take a break. Holly told him not to push it, but she knew he could do it. Before they started their walk, Ryan wanted to refill his water bottle. He told her he would meet her near the fountain. She kissed him and walked to the nearby bench, where she started her stretches. The walks and yoga did wonders to her body, too. She felt leaner, stronger, and more toned.

As she was finishing her warm-up, a tall and muscular man noticed and walked over to her.

“Hi- I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. I’m Dave.”

“Holly. Probably not, today is the first day we’re taking advantage of the cooler weather. I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”

“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean anything. I couldn’t help but notice you- you look so fit!” Holly laughed.

“It’s okay. Well, I see my boyfriend, enjoy your run!” Dave looked in the direction Holly waved, and saw Ryan walking towards them.

“Wait a minute. You’re pulling my leg. He’s not, you’re not serious. You are going out with him?”

“I am. Is there a problem?”

“Um, it’s just you are so fit and thin, and he is so, so-”

“Fat?” Holly interrupted. “Wow, you have eyes. Good for you. Yes, my boyfriend is quite fat, actually. So, if you’ll excuse us.” Holly ran over to Ryan, and planted a deep, lingering kiss on him.

“What’s that for?” Ryan looked over and saw the man staring back at them from the fountain.

“Oh, again?” he laughed. Holly nodded and buried her head in the crook of his soft neck. They were used to men, and some women, hitting on Holly. Sometimes right in front of Ryan. It was during those instances that Holly would make it quite clear to anyone looking that Ryan really was her boyfriend.

“I just got so sick of it. Usually I can laugh it off, but today, for some reason, it got under my skin.”

“Babe, it’s going to continue to happen as long as I look like this,” he said gesturing to his expansive midsection, “and you continue to look like that. So, I say we enjoy our walk, ignore the stares, and then grab lunch at the diner. What do you say?”

"I say, when did you get so confident, Mr. Anderson? It's super hot!" Holly winked.

"It may have something to do with my incredible girlfriend. But don't tell her. She gets pretty jealous. She wants all of me for herself."

“Your secret is safe with me. Lead the way, Mr. Anderson.”

Chapter Text

One of the things Holly and Ryan learned about each other was that their birthdays were within one week of each other in October. Holly was two years older, and that became the subject of many jokes between them.

"Babe?" Holly was laying next to Ryan in bed one Sunday morning, lazily drawing figure eights on his massive belly as he read up on the latest software changes he was getting ready to implement. Holly noticed a few new stretch marks on his stomach, and it made her a little giddy to know she helped to cause them.

"Hmm?" A deep growl signaled Ryan was ready for breakfast. She giggled and leaned in to address his rumbling belly. "You are just gonna have to wait a few more minutes! I haven't even started the pancake batter yet!" she laughed before she kissed his hungry stomach.

"Sorry, you know how the beast gets! You did this and now you have to face the consequences." They started referring to his massive gut as The Beast because it seemed to have a mind of its own recently. And lately, Ryan was eating or snacking every three to four hours just to satisfy his growing hunger. Holly noticed, but didn't say anything, in fact, she tended to have his snack ready before he started to feel hungry. Something inside her just wanted him to feel full ALL of the time. And Ryan never protested.

"Anyways! Our birthdays are coming up, and I'd really like to go somewhere special. Maybe a cabin in the mountains?"

"Would this getaway require any hiking, by chance?"

"Um, maybe? You've been doing so good, I thought a change of scenery might be nice."

The last month and a half, Ryan continued to push himself, and it had proven beneficial in all aspects of their relationship. As if their sex life was not already active enough, the duration and frequency had increased immensely, and it appeared neither one could get enough. So much so, they needed to buy a bigger and stronger bed after one memorable night resulted in a broken bed. Of course, that turned Holly on even more, knowing Ryan’s size helped contribute to their broken bed.

They may have started out slow, but every day he impressed her by pushing himself a little farther, and Holly was right there supporting and encouraging him every step and yoga pose along the way.

"Would this getaway include anything else you've been wanting to try?" Holly blushed deep red.

"Ryan, I swear to God, if you are teasing me, I'll kill you in your sleep!"

Holly confessed all she wanted for her birthday was to hand feed her boyfriend a lot of food.

Like a lot, a lot.

She confessed this after he accidentally stumbled across her browser history. One day, he wanted to install the latest malware software on her laptop, when he caught a glimpse of her saved YouTube videos. He waited until she came home from work before he asked her about it.

"I can't believe I'm going to ask you this, but am I not enough for you?"

"What?! What are you talking about?"

"I didn't mean to, but I came across some YouTube videos you saved. I wasn't spying, I swear, but then I started thinking maybe you need more, I don't know…"

"Oh my God! Ryan, did you happen to see when the last time I logged on to any of those? Yes, I admit, I used to watch those videos and I wished I was the one feeding those guys. But after you and I made it official, I didn't have to watch those anymore. And, you are bigger than some of the men in those videos, so…" Holly said quietly.

"Do you ever wish you could feed me like that?"

"If we are being honest? Maybe? But I would only want to do it if you were on board. I think it would be incredibly sexy to hand feed the man I love all his favorite foods. And if he happened to gain some weight as a result? I would not be upset by that at all. In fact, I love every new stretch mark and fat roll you've added to that already impressive belly," she said, as she slid her hands under his shirt to get both of her hands on him.

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course!" And that was how the conversation ended.

Until this morning. He looked at her and caressed her cheek.

"For both of our birthdays, Holly, I want you to feed me until I am so stuffed that I cannot move. I want to feel so full that I need to beg you to stop, and you will be forced to soothe my overstuffed and overfed beast of a gut. Do you think you can do that for us?"

Holly swallowed hard. "I can try. Are you sure? Because I never wanted to pressure you into doing something you do not want to do."

"Babe. Look at me!" He lifted his heavy gut and then dropped it. "I am finally at a place in my life where I like what I see. And what I want is the woman I love to feed me and make me feel fuller than I ever had before."

"Oh, babe! This is going to take our relationship up to a whole new level!" Holly squealed.

"Or, out to a whole new level!" he laughed, rubbing the soft belly he has grown to love.

"Well, we can only hope! Now, how about I get breakfast started. I don't want to upset the beast."

When Rhonda learned Holly and Ryan wanted to take a weekend trip to the mountains, she happily offered her and her husband's cabin for them to use. It was on a private piece of land three and a half hours away. She said there were many hiking trails, and they even had a hot tub they were more than welcome to use.

After Ryan and Holly brought in the last of their luggage and groceries, Holly walked outside to take in the view, while Ryan explored the cabin.

"Uh, babe? You might want to take a look at this!" Ryan yelled out to her.

Holly met him in the bathroom. Her eyes focused on the small walk-in shower, and then back to her boyfriend.

"Did you try to walk in?" she asked, tentatively.

"No. I did not. Because look."

He stepped closer to the shower door and stepped one foot forward. The glass opening barely made it to the midpoint of his waist before he stepped out. He was simply too wide to fit through the door. "It will be worse if I try to go in sideways, especially with the beast sticking out as far as it does. I never thought I’d be too big for a door before!"

"Okay, one, it is a shower door, not a door door. And two, these small walk-ins would be too small for anyone over 300 lbs. Don't even worry about it. I plan on us using the hot tub, anyways. Hey, you okay?" Holly rubbed his arm and kissed his cheek.

"I guess. Are you sure you are still okay with this?" he asked for the hundredth time. Holly moved into her spot, melting into him.

"I am. And no offense, but I'm kind of turned on right now. Want to mess around?" Ryan laughed.

"You can't be serious. It turns you on knowing I am too fat to fit into the shower!" Holly blushed and nodded. She would never tell Ryan, but she has had dreams of him being too big to walk through doors before, as well as being too big for other things.

He shook his head and grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and she lowered his pants and boxers. She got on her knees and began stroking his cock. With just a couple of strokes, he was hard. He leaned back on his arms, arching his belly high above Holly's head. She looked up and only saw his wide, wide underbelly. She could not help herself; she playfully bit the soft flesh as Ryan moaned.

"I need you to hold the beast up so I can give you the best bj of your life. She opened her mouth and swallowed as much as she could until she felt his head touch her throat. Ryan slowly began thrusting his hips, pushing himself down just a little further as she sucked and swallowed. She played with his dick with tongue, teasing him until he could not take it anymore.

"I'm coming Holly! I'm-" a quick thrust and Holly swallowed all that Ryan had. She held onto his love handles as he recovered from his orgasm before she wiped her mouth and pushed Ryan down on the bed, and then she quite literally climbed on top of him.

"My turn," she purred as she leaned herself back on his shelf of a belly. She wrapped her legs around his neck, and he grabbed her thighs and pulled her pussy to his mouth. He licked her wetness and ran his tongue along her clit. She squealed and arched her back and felt her toes curl. She didn't mean to, but she pushed her entire body weight onto his belly.

He turned his head and groaned. "Baby! Not so hard!" As if she was slapped back into consciousness, she rolled herself off him.

"I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"Honey, no! I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting that, is all. And no offense, but sometimes your bony hips and elbows are sharp!"

Holly covered her face and laughed. She slid under his arm and kissed him deeply. And then they napped for two hours.

Holly woke up to the beast growling. She yawned.

"Babe? You hungry?"

"Always," he mumbled. They decided on just frozen pizza for the first night. The real fun will begin tomorrow.

Holly set her alarm for six. She wanted to start the day off with homemade muffins and mini-quiches. By eight, she was preparing the platter. She made a fruit tray with fresh strawberries, apple slices, and bananas with cups of chocolate, caramel, and peanut butter for dipping to start. The bacon was almost done when Ryan met her in the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers, and hugged her from behind. “Happy Birthday, baby.” She turned around and hugged him back.

“Thank you! I’m almost done. Go get settled. I want to feed you in bed.”

“Ooh! I don’t think I’ve eaten in bed before!”

“I figure it will be easiest for you, that way you can nap before the big meal this evening!”

“Sounds good, babe. Hurry, though. The beast is very, very hungry!”

Holly placed a bath towel on Ryan like a bib, and smoothed it out. She carefully placed the large platter next to Ryan, and she sat next to him.

“Okay, this is how this is going to work. Your hands cannot leave your side, unless it is to rub your belly. No grabbing for any food, no wiping your mouth, no feeding yourself. You have to tell me when to stop, otherwise I will feed you this entire tray. If you need a drink, or to burp, or for me to apply pressure, you need to tell me. Got it?” Ryan nodded as Holly pulled her hair into a ponytail. Her heart started beating fast. This had been her fantasy for so long, and now, on her birthday, she was going to hand feed the man she loved.

She started out slow, almost teasing Ryan until he could not take it any longer. Ryan did not make a move until after he ate over half of the fruit, five mini-quiches, the plate of bacon, and four muffins. Holly wiped his mouth and held the straw of an orange juice to his lips. He slowly moved his hands to his hard belly, and rubbed a large circle. He breathed in deeply.

“Okay- we may need to stop. I don’t think I can eat one more thing.”

“One more muffin, please?” Holly asked after she kissed him. She gently applied some pressure until she felt his gut shift slightly. “I think you can fit one more, open, please?” Ryan belched and then dutifully did what he was told. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Holly tore the muffin into bite-sized pieces and fed all of it to him.

“Oh, babe! That was amazing! What a good little piggy you are!" Ryan smiled and patted his belly. Holly blushed a deep shade of red. "Ryan- I'm sorry- that just slipped out! I didn't mean anything bad. I-"

"Holly. It's fine. I kind of liked it. I want to be your good little piggy!"

"Really? Well, in that case, how do you feel about becoming my big, very big piggy?" Holly rubbed a big circle on his bloated upper belly.

"If you continue to do what we just did, I won't really have a choice, huh?" Holly giggled.

"But, seriously, how do you feel?”

“Full. Fuller than I have in a long time. I do feel stuffed.” Holly removed one of the pillows behind his head. “Turn onto your left side, to relieve the pressure.” He slid down, grabbing the very bottom of his soft underbelly. He burped again and passed gas.

“Sorry, babe.”

“It’s all good. Give me a minute to clean up, and I’ll be back to massage the beast.” She kissed him on his chubby cheek and ran to the kitchen to quickly put the leftovers away. By the time she returned, Ryan was snoring softly, and Holly felt like her heart was going to burst right out of her chest.

She quietly shut the door behind her and returned to the kitchen to prepare their dinner feast. She decided on simpler the better, and so she planned on an appetizer spread of mammoth proportions. Bite-sized would be much easier to feed her hungry, hungry boyfriend.

Sausage and cheese stuffed mushrooms, chicken and veggie kabobs, Hawaiian meatballs, and potato bombs could be all made ahead and kept warm in the oven. Ryan slept for over two hours and Holly still had the mushrooms to make.

“How are you feeling? Sleep well?” Holly asked. She was hand-mixing the sausage mixture for the mushrooms.

Ryan sat down after getting water from the fridge. “Actually, not too bad. Still full, but not as uncomfortable as I was earlier. The cabin smells amazing, babe. I can’t believe you are spoiling me this much.”

“You are the one spoiling me. I never thought I would ever be able to do this. I can’t tell you how happy I was that you enjoyed it. I’m really glad I brought your bigger clothes this weekend! I'm thinking you will need them!"

“Me too. Hey, when you are done here, want to go for a walk? I think it may help if I work up an appetite,” he teased.

“Yes! It’s so beautiful here. And I like how you are thinking ahead! Go get changed and give me twenty minutes.”

Holly helped get his hiking shoes on, and soon they were breathing in the fresh mountain air. It was chilly, but not cold. Holly wore one of her form fitting running outfits. Ryan wore his usual sweats and T-shirt. He has built his stamina to where he can walk a full forty-five minutes before needing to take a break.

“I think it’s working,” Ryan huffed.

“What is?” Holly asked coyly.

“The walk, the mountain air, I don’t know. The beast is rumbling, I can feel it. God, you look so hot right now.” Ryan placed his hands around her tiny waist and she kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, since it was the only way she could clasp her hands together. A couple of bikers rode by and whistled. Holly only squeezed him harder. She looked at her watch.

“Oh my God! Ry! We walked for over an hour! Are you good to walk home?”

“I feel great, Holly. But, the sooner we can get back, the sooner we can fool around before dinner, and maybe take a quick soak in the hot tub?”

“Race ya?” she laughed. He grabbed her hand.

“Nope. I want to hold my birthday girl’s hand and take our time."

Since Ryan's back was a little sore, Holly went straight to the hot tub. Ryan looked at the steps up to the jacuzzi, and then looked at his girlfriend.

“They’ll hold. Just hang on to the bar here.” He nodded, and slowly stepped up. He placed one foot in, and then the other, and then sat down, water splashing out as he did. The upper part of his belly rose above the water, and he splashed the warm water over him. Holly put on her two piece swimsuit and climbed in.

“Room for one more?” Ryan nodded. She sat facing him and slid her legs on top of Ryan’s and moved as close as she could before his belly prevented her from moving any closer. She splashed water on his chest and upper belly before she began rubbing below the water. Ryan leaned his head back.

“This feels so good. I can’t get enough of you, Holly Reilly.”

“And I can’t get enough of all this,” she whispered as she rubbed the fat rolls that ran along Ryan’s belly. “I can’t believe all this is mine, and mine alone.”

“I can’t believe you like them.”

“Ryan, please. I thought we were past this. If you need me to tell you every day that I love you, then I will do just that. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now. I’m going to start heating everything up. I need to fatten up my already extremely fat, sexy boyfriend. It is my birthday, after all.” Ryan kissed Holly when she stood up, and he gripped the side of the hot tub for support. He sat on the edge and turned himself around, and carefully stepped onto the floor below him. Holly handed him two extra large beach towels and went in to change.

Ryan put on his stretchiest sweatpants and pulled out the 6XL T-shirt. He wiggled his wide ass up the bed and placed a couple of pillows behind his head and neck. He laid back and leaned against the headboard. He already draped the bath towel on his chest and belly, and patiently waited for Holly to begin their feast. He liked how in charge she was, and he was hoping she would do it the same way.

But she didn't.

"It's almost ready, but first I have one thing I need to do, to get you ready. Ryan cocked his head to one side. Holly was swinging a black blindfold.

"Same rules as this morning, but with one exception. You are not allowed to see what I'm feeding you. I want your other senses to be enhanced so that you'll enjoy the experience even more, and hopefully you'll eat even more."

"You do love your research, huh?"

"Maybe. Now close your eyes. I need you to be deprived of your sense of sight for a few minutes before we begin." Holly kissed him gently on his lips, and he could have sworn her lips tasted of strawberries.

He leaned his head back and took some deep breaths in, and out. He tapped his fingers on his belly, waiting for the food to arrive. His mouth started watering as soon as smelled the flavors wafting into the room. He heard Holly setting everything up, and the beast growled loudly. Holly giggled, and Ryan felt her move closer to him.

"Open, please, piggy." Ryan opened his mouth slightly. He immediately tasted the pineapple teriyaki as soon as it hit his tongue. He chewed the meatball, swallowed, and opened his mouth again. Holly placed two meatballs this time, loving the way he licked his lips, waiting for more. After he ate a dozen meatballs, Holly gave him a sip of water. She then fed him a piece of a warm buttered dinner roll. If Ryan's eyes weren't already closed, he would have closed them in delight. The yeasty goodness melted in his mouth.

Without saying a word, Holly fed him a sausage and cheese stuffed mushroom.

"Mmm. More. Holly, I need more." He demanded and made grabby hands at his sides.

"Patience. I promise you, you will not starve!"

Next were the chicken kabobs. Holly skewered the marinated chicken, grape tomatoes, zucchini, and red onion. She fed him piece by piece by piece. Between skewers, she fed him potato bombs. These were shredded potatoes, cheese, and bacon, shaped together to look like an oversized tater tot. She fried them to make them crispy. When Ryan tasted the first one, he actually moaned. Halfway through the potatoes and kebabs, Ryan finally reached up to rub his belly. They had been feeding for over an hour, and Holly gasped when she saw how much he was able to put away. She applied a little pressure, but his stomach was hard as a rock, and his breathing was becoming labored.

"Babe- talk to me. You okay?"

"I know I said I couldn't move this morning, but, I don't think I can move, Holly." She reached over and took the blindfold off.

"Here. I think we need to try to get you to stand. Roll onto your side, and then I'll help pull you up." Ryan laid there for a moment, and then heaved himself up. The moment he stood, he belched so loud and so hard Holly teased it came from his toes.

"Ahhh…sweet relief!"

"I wasn't paying attention to what was happening. I just got caught up in the moment. And you looked so happy…"

"Holly, Holly, Holly. I'm fine, really. And you were right. I could taste every flavor and it was divine. Thank you. I hate to ask this, but can you help me to the bathroom? I think I may need your help walking."

Holly nodded and took his arm, and together they took their time as he waddled to the bathroom. His gut was so solid, so heavy, that he had to stop every few feet to catch his breath. Holly waited outside the bathroom for him, and then helped him back to the bed.

“I”m gonna make you some mint tea to sip, and then I’m gonna massage that big, beautiful belly of yours!”

Later, as Holly continued to draw big circles on her boyfriend’s belly, and he caressed her arm, she looked him into his eyes. “Thank you for making this the best birthday ever, Ryan.”

“This was for my birthday, too, you know. Holly?”

“Yeah?”

“I do have one more thing I would like for my birthday, but there is no pressure…”

“Okay? What is it?”

“Move in with me. You’re at my place almost every night, anyway. I miss you when you are not there. What do you say?”

“I say, Happy Birthday, Ryan. Yes, I will move in with you!”

“Happy Birthday, Holly. Cake tomorrow?”

“You bet.”

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“Okay, Dad. I can’t wait for you to meet him, too. I know, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come back since I’ve moved here. Yes, it may have something to do with Ryan. And Dad, about Ryan… You know he is a big guy. No, bigger. Um, I don’t really know. We don’t care about that. I love him, Dad. Like a lot. Okay, tell Mom I’ll call her closer to Thanksgiving. I’ll call Chloe, too. I know- I can't wait! Love you, too, Dad!”

“So, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but, um, Holly?”

“Yeah?”

“Your family is definitely coming for Thanksgiving, then?”

“Yep- my cousin’s husband is overseas, so she will be coming with my folks, with her three-year-old twins. I think it’s going to be fun. You are going to love my mom’s cooking!”

“About that, you didn’t tell your dad just how big I am…”

“Um, that is not entirely true. I told him you were bigger than the last guy I went out with, so, he kind of has an idea.”

“Oh? So I’m bigger than anyone else you’ve gone out with? How big was the last guy?”

“Yes, Ryan, you are the biggest guy I’ve gone out with. My parents know the type of man I like. So it will not shock them, okay? And they are going to love you because I love you, and just so you will stop asking, I think Ed was over 300, okay?” Just then there was a knock at the door. Holly clapped her hands. “Yay! It’s here!”

Holly opened the door and explained to the delivery men what she needed. She had one more gift for Ryan’s birthday, but it could not be delivered until the week before Thanksgiving. After she moved in, she noticed Ryan was not sitting in his recliner. At first, she thought it was because he wanted to sit next to her on the sectional. After a week, she said something.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?” Ryan called out from his office. Holly walked in carrying a plate of warm cookies fresh out of the oven. “Um, it may be nothing, but, you don’t sit in your recliner anymore.” Ryan blushed as he took a bite of his cookie.

“Yeah… about that. Um, maybe, it’s become a little uncomfortable for me? Apparently, not only has the beast gotten bigger, but, uh, my hips may have widened?” Holly’s jaw dropped.

“What do you mean?” she asked, but she already knew what he meant. His ass has widened, and his love handles have grown in relation to his massive gut. And she loved every bit of it. “Show me.”

“No!” Ryan laughed. “I barely was able to get up the last time I sat down. And that was weeks ago! I’m probably bigger now!”

“Please, Ryan? I need to see. Please? For me?” Holly was practically begging. “I”ll help you up, I promise. I won’t let you get stuck, I promise. But I’ve got to see.” Her heart was beating so fast in anticipation of what she was about to see. Another fantasy come to life?

Ryan sighed. He knew there was no use fighting her on this. After the shower door incident in the mountains, he knew for some reason, one that he will never fully understand, his girlfriend loved to see just how massive he’s become. He took another bite of the cookie, and centered himself to stand. He walked slowly to the living room. He carefully sat down in the recliner. His fat rolls bunched together on his stomach as he tried unsuccessfully to adjust himself.

But it was his love handles that made Holly’s mouth water. He could only sit at a slant because there was no way he could fit his wide thighs flush with the seat. There just was not enough room to accommodate his larger size. He attempted to push himself up to no avail. Holly walked towards him, and massaged the hip that was out.

“Does it hurt?” she asked, her eyes squarely focused on his hips.

“No. But only because I’m not forcing myself.”

“Oh my God! Is that where that bruise came from a couple of weeks ago? You told me you bumped into the counter.”

“Maybe? I was too embarrassed to call you at work. What was I supposed to say? Hey, babe? Can you see if Rhonda will let you come home because your fat-ass of a boyfriend is stuck in a chair?” Ryan tried again to adjust himself, but he still ended up wedged in pretty tight.

“I would have come in a heartbeat, you know. Here, grab my hand.” After three failed attempts, Ryan finally stood up. He arched his back and rubbed his hips.

“I know you would have, and I love that about you. I do. It’s just a lot to process, you know? I mean, I feel good, but I have to realize things are going to keep getting more difficult if I keep getting bigger. We may have a harder time going out to eat. We won’t be able to go to the community playhouse because I can’t fit in the seats. When we find a house, we will probably have to make it a super-sized house-”

“And so, we will do just that, okay? I’m going to start shopping around for a new chair. Me moving in with you was not really a birthday present. Will you let me get you a new chair, Ry? Please?”

“You don’t have to do that. Christmas is coming up. I can wait until then.”

“How about it will be your birthday and Christmas present? I want to do this. I feel it’s kind of my fault-”

“Oh, it’s your fault, all right!” he laughed. “You wanted a fat piggy for your boyfriend, and now you need to face the consequences!” He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her into his soft belly, and planted a wet kiss on her cheek. “Come on.”

“What are we doing?” she asked, as she took his hand.

“Don’t you want to fuck me now? Knowing I outgrew a fucking chair? I can’t even imagine how turned on you are.”

“Maybe,” she giggled and blushed. He then proceeded to fuck her until she came.

Multiple times.

And it was all because he grew too fat for his chair.

Ron, the delivery guy, gladly moved the old chair into Ryan's office, and within thirty minutes the new chair was set up and ready to go. Holly tipped them generously and thanked them for setting everything up.

“Okay! Try it!” she squealed. Ryan smiled and eased himself into the chair. He had ample room for his hips, and he took a minute to get settled, wiggling his fat ass into the chair.

“Hey! This is nice!” He pressed a button on the side so that he could adjust how far back he wanted to recline. He leaned his head back. “This is just like at the movies! I love it, Holly! Thank you!!” After he adjusted the chair to its regular setting, Holly jumped on his lap and hugged his neck.

“I’m so happy you like it. My king-sized man deserves a king-sized throne! Now, I think we both deserve some brownies!”

Fran and Donald Reilly arrived the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. Ryan had a blow-up mattress that the kids could sleep on. Holly’s parents were going to sleep in Ryan’s office since he had a bed in there. Chloe was going to sleep on the sofa-bed.

Ryan was nervously tapping his fingers on his belly, as Holly did her final walk-through of their apartment. She gave Ryan a hug and kiss before she opened the door, and whispered, “Oh! My cousin really loves the movie, Titanic, just FYI. I love you!” He looked at her confused, and hoisted himself up, making sure his shirt was tucked in.

“Mom! Dad! I’m so glad you’re here! Chloe!” They each took turns hugging and laughing before they walked in.

Holly opened the door, motioning for them to enter. She walked over to stand next to Ryan. She grabbed his arm and rubbed his back. “Mom, Dad, Chloe, this is Ryan. Ryan, these are my folks, Fran and Don, and my cousin, Chloe.”

Don walked over and held his hand out, Ryan shook it. “Nice to meet you, son. Holly has told us a lot about you. Did you have any trouble getting that latest malware prevention installed?”

“Don! Please! I’m sure the last thing Ryan wants to do is talk about work! Holly tells me you like peanut butter cookies, and I just happened to have brought some with me!”

Ryan blushed and folded his hands on top of his belly. “I do, but you didn’t have to-”

“She wanted to, Ryan! I’m sure the kids will want some too.”

“Jack! Rose! You want some of Nana’s cookies?” Ryan looked at Holly and stifled a laugh. All of a sudden, the front door opened, and two little whirlwinds ran in. They stopped when they saw Ryan.

“Whoa! Mommy! Look how fat that man is!” Jack exclaimed. Ryan and Holly burst out laughing, as Chloe turned a deep shade of red.

“I’m sorry, Ryan.”

“For what? For Jack telling the truth? I am fat. Very fat, in fact!” And as if to prove it, he grabbed a handful of soft belly and jiggled it, causing Jack and Rose to burst into a fit of laughter. Holly patted his belly and kissed his cheek.

“Maybe so, but still-”

“But nothing. Kids are way more honest than adults, and they mean no harm behind what they say. It’s fine. Jack? Rose? Would you like to have some milk and cookies with me?”

“Yes! Can we Mommy? Can we have some milk and cookies with… with.. Um, what’s your name?”

“Ryan.”

“With Ryan?” Rose asked, she moved to stand by Ryan and grabbed his hand. Holly looked at her boyfriend, and at that moment felt so much love for him, she thought her heart was going to burst out of her chest.

“I guess. I hope you know you’ve made two friends for life, now!” Fran followed Holly into the kitchen and got the kids their cups. They brought the milk and cookies to the dining room table, and soon the tiny apartment was filled with giggles. Fran took her daughter’s arm, and they went to talk in the bedroom while Fran unpacked.

“You look happy, sweetie. He seems really sweet. And you weren’t joking. He is quite, um, a big boy. A very big boy. Definitely the biggest you’ve ever dated.”

“Mom!” Holly blushed and looked down at the bed. “He is incredibly sweet. And kind and thoughtful. If he seems shy, it’s because he doesn’t have a good relationship with his mother. We are going to see her for Christmas, and I’m not sure how I’m going to keep my mouth shut.”

“About what?”

“She has been on him his entire life about his weight. And he has gained more since we’ve been together. He’s guessing he has gained at least 75 to 100 lbs since he last saw her. He likes who he is now, Mom. These last few months he has blossomed so much. And not just physically. He is more confident, self-assured, and he is so smart.”

“Honey, You don’t have to sell me on him. If he can make you smile like the way you are right now, I’m sold. Anyone with half a brain can see how happy you two are. So, if you want my advice, do not hold back. If that woman cannot see what a great man her son is, or cannot see past his weight, she does not deserve him. But he will have to come to that conclusion for himself. We all want our parent’s approval, but if it is toxic for him, you will have to guide him to do what is best for him. Make sense?” Holly wiped a tear from her cheek and nodded.

“Thank you, Mom. I love you!” Fran opened her arms and hugged her daughter.

“I love you, baby girl. So, what do you think your father is doing right now?”

“Probably grilling Ryan on that new software, or angling for some free tech advice!”

The next morning, Fran shooed Don and Ryan out of the kitchen after breakfast while she, Holly, and Chloe started prepping for Thursday. They talked and laughed while Fran caught Holly up on all the gossip from her hometown.

“Ryan, if the kids are bothering you too much, I can find something for them to do,” Chloe called out to him.

“We’re fine. I think they are having fun playing on the beast.”

“What is he talking about? Is that a new game or something?” Holly shook her head and motioned them to the living room.

Ryan was sitting in his large recliner as Jack and Rose took turns climbing up Ryan’s mountain of a belly, giggling the entire time. They would sit on him and then slide down to his lap. Holly whispered, her cheeks flushed red, “We, um, we call his belly the beast.” Chloe snickered.

“Jack! Rose! That is not okay! You just can’t climb on a man like that! Ryan, I am so sorry.” Rose looked at her mother, her large blue eyes bright. She was hugging Ryan’s neck tight.

“But he said it was okay, Mommy.” She slid down and jumped off of him.

“It’s fine. Really.”

“Yay! My turn!” Jack squealed and he hopped on Ryan’s lap. Ryan shrugged his shoulders.

Later that night in bed, he confessed to Holly he liked playing with them.

“My dad left when I was seven. My sister was only four. My brother was thirteen and stayed at his friend’s house a lot during that time. That was when I started gaining weight. Mom was dealing with having to raise three kids by herself, and I had access to a full kitchen. I ate all the time. I had outgrown all my clothes by Christmas that year. I was too big for my brother’s clothes. And because money was tight, I got clothes from Santa that were already too small, by the way, while my brother and sister all got fun stuff.” Holly was facing Ryan and massaging his side belly as he talked.

“Babe. That is horrible. You’ve never told me that. I’m so, so sorry. I promise to never buy you clothes for Christmas or your birthday!” She kissed him gently on the lips.

He smiled. “Anyway, I had fun with the kids today. Have you thought about having kids?”

“Not really. It’s not that I don’t want them. I guess I never really thought I’d find someone who would marry me. But, now… Have you?”

“God, no! My mom made it pretty clear no woman would ever want to be with me if I continued to stay fat or get fatter. But everything is different now. I don’t want to scare you, but I could see us being parents together. One day, that is. You make me feel like I can do anything, Holly. Even be a dad someday.”

“Really? Oh, Ryan!” Holly moved as close as she could and buried her head into his soft chest. “I love you so much.”

Holly was up early to prepare breakfast before the real cooking began. She slipped back into the bedroom with a breakfast sandwich she prepared for her boyfriend. He was sitting up, and smiled when he saw Holly.

“What’s this?”

“We usually eat around three, and just graze in the morning. But I know the beast needs something a little more substantial, so I made you a sandwich. Oh! And please don’t be upset, but I bought you a pair of jean shorts with an expanding waistband, one size up. I wanted you to feel comfortable today. And I pulled out the 6XL shirts for you, as well.”

“Thank you. I was afraid of how this weekend may go,” he said, resting his arms on the beast. “I had planned on trying to eat like a normal person today!” he laughed.

“Good luck with that. My mom loves feeding people, so be prepared to never have an empty plate in front of you! I need to get back. Love you!”

“I love you, too, babe. And the beast thanks you for this amazing sandwich!”

Ryan and the kids played all morning and watched movies. Don read and tried to help when he could. Holly loved every moment cooking for the man she loved, as well as spending time with her family.

A little after three, they sat down to feast. Holly prepared her plate and the first of three plates for Ryan. Holly was right, as soon as Ryan ate the last bite, Fran was up to grab his plate.

“More, Ryan?”

“Yes, ma’am, please. Thank you.”

“My pleasure! You know some of these recipes have been in the family for years.”

“Everything is delicious.” Holly reached under the table, and applied some pressure to Ryan’s low abdomen. He belched into his napkin, and Jack and Rose giggled. After Ryan finished his second plate, Holly silently asked if he wanted more. He wiped his lips, and nodded shyly. He whispered something in her ear, and she returned with more cranberries, mashed potatoes, and dressing. Don got up to get seconds, while Fran, Holly, and Chloe drank their wine. At one point, Ryan had to push his chair back and readjust himself to allow his gut to shift. He discreetly unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his shirt. Holly could see he was just about done.

“Babe, why don’t you and Dad get settled in the living room.” She stood up and held out her hand to help him balance himself up. He arched his back and his belly touched the top of the table. He patted his hard belly and waddled to his chair, where he sat down, his heavy gut weighing him down. Holly handed him a towel, and he wiped his forehead and neck, and then he pulled her down onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“Get a room!” Chloe yelled from the dining room. Holly blushed and got up to join her mother in the kitchen to help clean up.

Around seven, dessert was served. Everyone agreed it was a great Thanksgiving. Before Fran and Don turned in for the evening, she sat next to Ryan on the sectional. She patted his leg and smiled warmly.

“Did you like everything, Ryan?”

“I did. It was probably the best Thanksgiving I’ve ever had. This was the first time I did not have to watch what I eat, or see the disapproving looks if I wanted seconds. Or thirds.”

“I can assure you, that will never happen with us. Did Holly tell you her dad gained fifty pounds after he retired?” Ryan shook his head. Don was not overweight at all, except for his small belly.

“It was my fault. I cooked for him all day, every day. I’m glad you had a good day. See you in the morning, Ryan.”

“Good night, Mrs. Reilly. And thank you again. For everything.”

“Please, call me Fran. And you don’t have to thank us. Sleep well, dear.”

At two in the morning, Holly rolled over to find Ryan’s side of the bed empty. She got up and saw the kitchen light was on. She smiled to herself knowing he was making himself a snack.

“Mind if I join you?” Don asked Ryan. He was just about to take a bite of the turkey sandwich he just made. He looked up, startled.

“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t wake you,” he whispered.

“Not at all. Great minds!” Don laughed. “Hey- you think you could make me one of those?” he asked, looking at Ryan’s double-decker sandwich.

“Sure! Single or double?”

“Single, please. Fran is gonna kill me if she knew I was up eating this late!” Ryan stood up to make the sandwich that consisted of turkey, cranberry, and dressing.

“Holly is used to it. I swear, sometimes I feel like a baby. I’m eating every three to four hours some days. I know I need to cut back, but this is a special occasion, so…”

“And, let me guess, Holly does not discourage you? Oh, Ryan, this is amazing!” Don wiped his mouth and Ryan laughed.

“Thank you! And, no, she actually encourages me to literally feed my urges! But we have agreed I need to reign it back some. Don, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, son. What’s on your mind?”

“Some days I find it hard to believe Holly is okay with all this,” he said, gesturing to his expansive girth. “I feel like one day she is going to wake up to this and realize she made a huge mistake.”

“Ryan, did she tell you about Aaron?” He nodded, taking a bite. “That boy was at our house every day the summer before he moved. She baked him cookies, brownies, and cakes. She didn’t care what people thought; she liked that boy so much. I guess what I’m trying to say, Ryan, is that Holly is not swayed by what other people think. I’ve never seen her so happy, and you did that, Ryan. You.” Ryan blushed.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me. I’m not sure when, yet. But I am. Are you okay with having me as a son-in-law?”

“Ryan, I have only wanted my daughter to be happy. Does it matter to me that you are big? No. It does not matter to me or her mother. Do you love my daughter?”

“More than anything, Sir. I still cannot believe she walked into my life, or that I wasted so much of my life believing the lies that I would never find anyone who would want to be with me.”

“That’s all I needed to hear. Say, do you have room for pie?” he asked, winking. Ryan pushed his chair back and patted his belly.

“What do you think, Don? One piece of pumpkin and one piece of apple. And don’t skimp on the whipped cream!”

Chapter Text

"Holly, please! There literally is no one else who can do it."

"No, Rhonda. If you want him to do it, you ask him. He's already feeling self-conscious enough about the extra weight he's gained."

"But it's for the kids! You're the one who told me how much he loved playing with your cousins! I've got the suit right here. And it's only for two weeks. You know I would not ask if I had any other choice. Nate is recovering from the flu, and I can’t risk him getting the kids sick. Please, Holly. I don't want to cancel the Read with Santa event," Rhonda begged.

"Fine! But if he says no, you'll have to find someone else."

"Babe- you don't have to do this, if you don't want to…" Holly called out to her boyfriend. She was sitting in his recliner, wringing her hands.

"I want to do it! But we may have a problem, though." Ryan walked out of the bedroom wearing the Santa suit.

And it was too small.

His belly was too big to get the coat zipped. Holly's breath hitched, and she licked her lips.

Ryan tried sucking in his massive gut and stretching the jacket to no avail. He still had at least a two-inch gap where the zipper did not meet. "I can't believe I'm too fat to be Santa!" he laughed, his belly shaking like a big bowl of jelly. A very big bowl.

"Um, okay. I can probably order one from Amazon, or, we can get Scott or someone else to do it. They'll have to use pillows, of course!"

"No! I want to do it. But if I do this, I want to really look the part. A realistic beard and wig, the whole nine yards!" Holly jumped up and hugged and kissed him. She started rubbing her hands all over his exposed belly.

"Really, Holly? You want to fuck Santa that bad?" Holly giggled.

"I can't help it! You look amazing!"

Ryan took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She told him to keep the Santa suit on, to which he did, happily.

Holly was able to find a Santa suit that fit like a glove (7XL) and a beard and wig that looked so realistic, kids from all over the county came just to sit on Ryan's lap.

And they brought cookies.

Lots and lots of cookies, that Ryan dutifully ate with glee. He claims it was because he did not want to let the kids down, but Holly knew he loved every cookie he ate. Every night for those two weeks he came home stuffed, but he never complained. Mostly because Holly would massage his ever-growing belly until he felt better. By the end of the second week, the coat was visibly tighter.

After Ryan read to the kids, each one took a turn sitting on his lap or on the chair next to him. Holly lost count how many pictures he took.

“He really is so good at this, Holly. I’m so glad he decided to do it. This is turning out to be the largest turn-out we’ve ever had. And, donations are up over 60% from last year!” Rhonda said on the last day of the event. They were watching from him behind the check-out desk.

“I know. And the kids absolutely love him,” Holly whispered. She had been thinking about them having kids again, and the thought made her all warm inside.

“You know,” Rhonda began, “he has to be our Santa from now on. There is no way we will ever get anyone as good as him. Or look as good as him.”

“We’ve already talked about next year, actually. We were thinking of extending the event, maybe. Begin it the day after Thanksgiving and make it an entire month. We have a whole year to plan it.” Holly looked over at her boyfriend just as he winked and waved at her. His chubby cheeks were rosy, his belly jiggled with every laugh, and Holly did not think it was possible, but she fell more in love with him at that moment.

“Oh, God!”

“What? What is it?” Holly came running into the bedroom. Ryan was sitting on his bed.

“The last two and a half months,” he said sadly as he held a shirt up to his chest.

“What about the last two and a half months?” Holly had an idea what Ryan was referring to. He had some shirts and pants on the bed. Shirts he had not worn in over two months. He tapped his fingers on his recently expanded belly, and looked up at Holly.

“The 6XL fits perfectly, but they are tight around my waist. Like very tight and there is no way I can tuck them in my pants. Look.” Holly noticed the shirt he had on riding up his belly, and all she wanted to do at that moment was grab a handful of his soft flesh.

“My mom is going to kill me. But those cookies were so good. I could lose 50 lbs, and I’d still be huge!”

“Ryan, we don’t have to go. We could have a nice quiet Christmas just the two of us. And yes, we definitely overdid it the last two months. And yes, all those cookies didn't help, for sure. How much do you think you’ve gained since you last saw her?”

“I honestly don’t know. I was still in the 3XLs when they weren't that tight. I think I want to know, Holly. I haven’t weighed myself in over a year. But, I feel I need to know.”

“Well I don’t!” Holly does not remember the last time she was this mad. And she could count on one hand how many times her and Ryan have had a real argument or disagreement.

“Holly. Please. I have an electronic scale under my sink. Batteries are in the kitchen. Please.”

Holly stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door. She splashed some water on her face, hoping it would calm her down. She walked out holding the scale.

“Babe. This scale only goes to 400 lbs. I’m pretty sure you are more than that. We don’t need to know, okay? I'll run to the store tomorrow and get you some bigger clothes, okay? Can we just forget about this?" she pleaded, waving the scale. He nodded, and Holly thought it was the end of it, until it wasn’t.

Two days before they were to leave for his mom's, Holly stopped to bring dinner home. She walked into their apartment and it was quiet. She walked into the bedroom and the bathroom door was shut.

“Ryan? I brought home dinner,” she said.

“Be right out.”

She had just set the table when Ryan walked out holding a scale. A new, bigger scale.

“What is that?” she asked sharply. She felt her cheeks get hot.

“A scale.”

“I can see that, Ryan! What are you doing with it? I thought we agreed we didn’t care what you weighed?”

“You agreed to that. I did not. I need to know, Holly. You don’t know my mom. She’s gonna ask, and…”

“And what? It's none of her damn business! Jesus, Ryan! The woman does not need more fuel for her to burn you to the ground!”

“Maybe I wanted to know for myself? Okay? Am I allowed to know, or do I need to ask for your permission!”

“Of course not! I just don't see the point. It's not like you can lose 50 lbs in two days, you know!"

"I do know that, babe. That's not the point. I need to know. We may be doing things or going places that have weight limits, so I, no, we, need to know," Ryan said quietly.

"Well? What is it, then? How much do you weigh, Ryan?”

“I don’t know. I wanted you to be here,” he said. “Why are you so against this? It’s my body, Holly, and I want to know what I weigh. What about that do you not understand?”

Holly started crying. “Because you are going to see how truly huge you are, and you are going to blame me, and then you're going to leave me! Just like everyone else!”

“What are you even talking about?”

“Every time I mentioned to the person I was seeing that I liked seeing them gain weight, they got scared and left me. Or, the minute they needed to size up, they immediately went on a diet. And I’m not stupid, Ryan. You have gained a lot since in the last six months we’ve been together, and it’s all my fault!” She punched his belly a few times and then collapsed into his arms, sobbing.

Ryan smoothed her hair and tried to calm her down. They moved over to the sectional, and he guided her to sit down. She buried her face into his larger, soft chest and continued to cry.

“Holly. I’m not going to leave you because I’ve gained a significant amount of weight. I want to know because I need to know how much since I’ve seen my mom. I’m happy with how I am, you know that. I feel good. I actually feel physically better than I have in years, and that’s because of you, the walking, and the yoga. I am bigger, that is a fact. But I have no plans on dieting, okay? Now, will you help me? Please, Holly? I can’t do this by myself.”

“How long has it been since you’ve seen her?” Holly sat up and wiped her eyes.

“Almost two years. I was a little over 350 the last time I saw her. When she reached out for my birthday, she seemed different. She said she missed me. I told her about you, and she wanted to meet you. That is why I agreed to visit for Christmas. But then I needed to wear the back-up clothes you bought me, and those were beginning to feel tight, and the beast has gotten even bigger because of those damn cookies, and now I’m rethinking everything… But the bottom line is I need to know. And then I can make the decision if we should go or not.”

“Okay. I love you, and I don’t want you to get hurt. You do know that, right?”

“With you by my side, nothing will hurt as much.”

“Ryan, I will always be by your side. Always.” Ryan smiled, and stood up.

“I know you will, baby. Is it ready?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ll have to tell me what it says. I can’t see it.”

“Okay. Step on.”

Ryan took a breath, and stepped on the scale. Holly looked down at the number.

“Well? What does it say?”

“473.”

“Okay. Yes, that is more than I thought. Um, really? 473? Really?"

“Yes. If it makes you feel any better, I think you look incredibly soft and sexy. And every day you look more handsome to me."

“I believe you. Okay, so. Since I last saw my mom, I am over 100 lbs heavier. I’m going to call and tell her, and then, depending on her reaction, I’ll decide on whether we should go or not. Babe? We good?”

“Yeah, I guess. Can you wait and call her after dinner, though? I hope you’re hungry.”

“Of course, I’m hungry. It’s been over four hours since I ate!” Holly smiled and hugged Ryan again before heading to the kitchen.

Halfway into the three-hour drive, Holly finally spoke. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and they were on the way to Sharon Anderson’s house for Christmas.

“All I’m going to say is that at any time you want to go, we can, I won’t even care if it is two minutes or two hours after we get there.”

“Thanks, Holly. She admitted she wasn’t sure what her reaction was going to be, but she thanked me for giving her a heads-up.” Holly snorted and shook her head.

“A heads-up. Whatever that means,” she mumbled, looking out the window. She looked back at her boyfriend, admiring how sharp he looked in his new navy blue button-up and black khakis. She knows he chose it because it looks more slimming, Whatever that means when you are knocking at the door of 500 lbs. She reached over and squeezed his knee gently. “You look really good, babe.”

“Thanks. And thanks for picking these out for me.”

An hour and a half later, they were pulling into his mother’s driveway. Holly saw a woman peek out the window, and then she closed the curtain.

“I love you, Holly.”

“I love you, too.”

“And Ryan?”

“Yeah?”

“Whatever happens or whatever is said, you are so much more than that number on the scale, okay?”

“I know. All right. Let’s do this.” Ryan slid out of the truck and walked over to open Holly’s door. She got out and kissed him on his cheek. He got their luggage out and walked slowly to the door. Sharon walked out and joined them on the sidewalk. Her eyes went straight to Ryan’s protruding stomach, and then quickly looked at Holly and smiled, and then back to her son.

“Ryan! Give your mother a hug!” Ryan wrapped his arms around his mom. "You certainly weren’t kidding, were you? Wow." He stepped back and folded his arms across his belly.

“Mom? This is my girlfriend, Holly.”

“Hello,” Holly said, extending her hand. Sharon looked confused, but shook it.

“Come in, come in! I’m sure you’re hungry after the drive!”

“Actually, Mom, we’re good. We had a small bite on the way.” Sharon laughed.

“A small bite, okay, if you say so. I'd love to see what you consider a small bite is! Just put your stuff in the spare room. I hope the bed will be big enough. And strong enough,” she said, her voice trailing off.

“What the hell does that mean?” Holly whispered.

“It’s a double bed. I guess we’ll just have to sleep cuddled up close!” he winked and slapped her on her ass. She rolled her eyes and giggled.

After freshening up, they joined Sharon in the living room. Ryan sat on the couch because a quick glance told him he would not fit into either of her small recliners. Holly joined him, interlacing her slim fingers with his.

“So, Holly. You are so pretty! I don’t understand how or why you- what I mean is, how did you two meet again?”

“I told you this, Mom. We work together at the Shelby Public Library. Holly is our digital literature specialist. And she is-”

“Your sister will be arriving tomorrow with Rob and the kids, and Aunt Sue and Uncle Bob will be there too.” Holly looked at Ryan when Sharon interrupted.

“Aunt Sue is Mom’s sister. Us kids used to stay with them sometimes, especially after Mikey, you know,” he whispered. Holly knew Ryan’s seventeen-year-old brother was killed in a car accident when Ryan was eleven.

“How about something to drink?” Sharon asked, standing up.

“Water will be fine, Mom.”

“Since when do you drink water? I swear you used to live on Coke or Pepsi!”

“I don’t know? Maybe six months?”

“Okay. Be right back.”

“Are you doing okay?” Holly asked, rubbing his arm.

“Yeah. Anytime anyone brings up Mikey, she changes the subject.”

“I get that. I’ve got a little headache. I think I’ll turn in. Why don’t you catch up with your mom. I’ll keep the bed warm for you.” She kissed him gently on the lips, and he caressed her face with his hand.

An hour later, Holly turned to see Ryan open the bedroom door. He undressed and put on a T-shirt and pajama bottoms, and carefully sat on the bed. It creaked as Ryan wiggled himself up. Holly moved over, so Ryan could lay down, and then she slid in close. They cuddled and kissed, and within twenty minutes, they both were asleep.

"You okay?" Holly woke up, startled. She glanced at her phone and saw it was two in the morning. Ryan stood up.

"Yeah. Just hungry. I'm gonna get a snack. Do you want anything while I’m up?"

"No, babe, I’m good. Thanks, though."

Around eight, Holly awoke to an empty bed. She figured Ryan was in the kitchen. She did not mean to eavesdrop, but she did not want to interrupt when she heard him and his mother talking.

“Just like when you were a boy, first one up, first one to get the cereal.” Ryan laughed.

“No cereal today, Mom. I made coffee, you want a cup?”

“Sure. I also see you had yourself a little snack last night. And by little I mean you ate half a loaf of bread and over a half pound of cheese and turkey. I also saw you found the chips, dip, and cookies. My God, Ryan! You ate an entire meal for two in the middle of the night? The amount of calories you consumed at that hour! Do you even care one little bit what you are doing to yourself?"

"Mom, please. Yes, I woke up hungry. Yes, I made myself a sandwich and had some snacks at two in the morning. You won't understand, and I’m not going to explain to you why I made myself a sandwich."

"It was more than one sandwich, Ryan, and you are right, I do not understand. I do not understand how you have let yourself get to almost 500 lbs. 500! My God, Ryan. How are you able to carry that much weight around without every bone in your body hurting? Just how much bigger are you planning to get?"

"It's not like I've planned this! It just, uh, happened."

"Okay, getting to 500 lbs doesn't just happen, Ryan. That is a hell of a lotta food you would have had to eat every day to not only maintain the size you are, but then to gain on top of that! You would literally have to be eating all day long! I’m not gonna lie to you, Ryan, or make you think any of this is okay. This," she said, gesturing to his enormous belly, “is not okay. I held my tongue yesterday, but I can’t any longer. Someone needs to tell you enough! You need help!”

“Mom! I don’t need any help!”

“You know Holly is not going to stay if you keep gaining weight. No woman could ever be okay with that! When you told me you were a hundred pounds heavier, I was shocked, Ryan. Shocked! And then when I saw you get out of the truck! How are you able to drive? It's truly disgusting. Trust me, she may seem okay with you now, but what about six months from now? How much fatter will you be then? Will she still be there when you can't get your fat ass off the couch or out of bed? Or when you need help washing yourself?”

“I don’t know! If I get bigger, I get bigger! You don’t have to worry about Holly, Mom. Most of this I’ve gained since we’ve been together. She loves me, Mom, for me, and she doesn't care what I weigh."

“How is that even possible? I just don’t see how any woman could possibly be okay with this. With you like this! I know you make good money, but, oh my God. Is she a chubby chaser?”

“Mom! What? No!”

“All I’m saying is that if she is, it's not going to last. There has to be a limit, for God's sake! No woman would ever be okay with-”

Holly stood there, fuming. She finally had enough. She counted to ten before she walked into the kitchen, clearing her throat. “Morning!” she sang, interrupting Sharon in mid-sentence. She walked past her and hugged Ryan from behind, kissing his neck. “I smell coffee!”

“The mugs are in that left cabinet,” Sharon said. “I’m going to get ready. We’ll talk about this later, Ryan. We are not done talking about this. Make yourself at home, Holly.”

Holly sat down and held her hand out. Ryan took it and kissed her knuckles. “How much did you hear?” he asked, quietly, looking down.

“Enough. Ryan, I will not sit by and let her talk to you like that. I simply will not. She has no right to berate you like that-"

“Holly, please. In her own way, she thinks she’s helping me. And it is Christmas. I just don’t want to get into it with her. She won’t let up, you don’t know how she can be.”

“All the more reason to not put up with it! And it being Christmas does not give her a free pass to say those horrible things to you. No mother should ever talk to her child like that. It’s toxic, cruel, and unfair. She doesn’t know us, and she most certainly does not know me! What we do in the privacy of our own home is none of her damn business! And one more thing. You are far from disgusting. You are the sexiest and most handsome man I’ve ever met," she whispered. "And if you happen to hit 500 lbs, I will love every pound of that 500."

“I know you will. Try to let it go, for me? At least for today?” She kissed him on his lips, and nodded.

"I will. For you. Now how about some breakfast? It's been over six hours. I'm sure the beast is hungry," she said as she slipped her hand up under his shirt to rub his rumbling belly.

Holly made them breakfast and then they both got ready for the day. Holly attempted to make small talk with Sharon, but every topic ended awkwardly. Olivia, Ryan’s sister, arrived at one.

Ryan met them outside as Holly watched from the window. Olivia hugged him, and he shook her husband’s hand. Ethan and Lucy finally hopped out of the SUV, and they all came inside. Olivia ran up to Holly and gave her a hug, practically knocking her down.

“Oh!” Holly laughed. "Hello!"

“Thank you!” Olivia whispered.

“For what?” Holly pulled away to look at her.

“Taking such good care of my brother. I’ve never seen him so happy, or smile like he is. So, thank you!”

“You don’t have to thank me. I think he’s pretty great.”

“I’m sorry if my mom was, well, you know. I know he was worried about coming back. Especially after he told me he has gotten bigger. I hope she hasn’t been too hard on him.”

“He’s fine. He's handling it way better than me, actually."

"Well, the sad fact is, he is used to being talked to that way. After Mikey died, his weight gain really went into overdrive, and he was already pretty big at that point. He was eleven years old and had to shop in the men’s department. He was the biggest kid in his class, and every year he got even bigger. Mom just couldn't take it. The more she got on him, the more he ate. I know it's not an excuse, but…"

"I get it. I do. But Ryan is in a much better place now."

“Holly? I want you to meet Rob, my brother-in-law, and Ethan and Lucy, my nephew and niece.” Ryan reached his hand out to her.

“Hi. I’m so happy to finally meet you all!” Just as everyone was finishing saying their hellos, Sharon joined them in the living room.

“Hi Mom!” Sharon hugged her daughter and hugged everyone else.

“I’ve got all the snacks out, go on and help yourselves.” Ethan and Lucy were the first ones in the kitchen. “Go now, kids, there may not be much left after Uncle Ryan makes his plate!” she laughed. Olivia looked at Holly and her brother before waiting for her husband to join her in the kitchen. Holly bit her lip and grabbed Ryan’s hand. It was like she needed for him to be her anchor in order to calm herself down.

Ryan looked at Holly. “Go on. I’ll save you a seat.” He sat down and nervously tapped his fingers on his belly. Holly soon joined him, holding two plates. He smiled and took one, knowing full well both plates were for him.

Sharon returned looking sullen. “Sue is sick, so I guess it's just going to be us for Christmas."

"It's okay, Mom. I can't remember the last time it was just the three of us," Olivia said, quietly.

"So, Ryan, tell us what you've been up to, besides adding to your waistline." Sharon said. She opened a bottle of wine but did not offer anyone any.

"Mom, is it okay if Luce and I go out for a walk?" The fifteen-year-old and his thirteen-year-old sister seemed to feel the tension in the room. Olivia nodded, and the two grabbed their coats and went outside.

Holly raised her eyes at Ryan, but he silently told her to stay quiet. Holly pursed her lips together and played with the crackers on her plate.

"Mom, please. Ryan, tell us about you and Holly!" Ryan’s blue eyes brightened, he smiled, and rubbed his girlfriend's leg.

"We went away for our birthdays. A friend had a cabin in the mountains that she let us stay in and it was so peaceful and beautiful. Every day we hiked a new trail, and-"

"Wait a minute," Sharon interrupted. "You hiked? You?"

Holly could not hold her tongue any longer. "Yes, Sharon. We hiked. We also do yoga together-" Sharon burst out laughing.

"Okay, now you are pulling my leg! There is no way in hell, that," she said pointing to Ryan, "does yoga!"

"Mom, please! Ryan, I think that is awesome. You really do yoga?"

"I do. Of course, there are modifications, but it's something I really enjoy. It was Holly's idea and I was skeptical. But she goes with me every week, and she's been my biggest cheerleader. The prettiest cheerleader, actually" Ryan said, looking at Holly. Holly blushed and rubbed his arm.

"And he is so good, too! I'm so proud of him!" Holly kissed him on his cheek. “Oh! Tell them about you playing Santa at the library and how happy all the kids were!”

“Wait a minute- I’m not done with this yet. You couldn’t even pass your gym class, and now you’re telling me you actually hike and do yoga. I don't believe it. Especially considering-”

“Considering what, Sharon?” Holly interrupted. “That your son is fat? Fat people can have very productive and normal lives and relationships, just so you know. Why can't you see he is so much more than his weight!"

“Holly,” Ryan whispered. “It’s fine, really. Just let it go, please." Ryan sighed and looked down.

“No! No, Ryan, it most certainly is not fine. She has done nothing but belittle you since we walked in the door yesterday. And I will not sit by and listen to another word!” Olivia looked at Rob, and then looked at her mother.

“Mom? Holly is right. Ryan is happy. Can’t you just be okay with that?”

“Be okay with it? You want me to be okay with my morbidly obese son getting fatter and fatter? And you!” Sharon pointed to Holly. “You are going to sit there and actually tell me you are okay with the way my son has let himself go? What is your angle, anyway? What could you possibly be getting out of this?"

“My angle? I have no angle, Sharon. Your son is fat. It’s not contagious and it is not a dirty word. It is a fact. Just like I am thin, or Olivia is tall. Your son is very, very fat. And I love him. Simple as that. So to answer your question, I have no angle. I think the real question here is, why can't you let your son live his life the way he wants to? He is happy. He makes me happy. Happier than I've ever been in my life." Ryan rubbed Holly’s back and pulled her closer to him.

“I can’t lose another son! Especially to something he can control!”

“Mom. Listen to me. I like me the way I am. This is my choice. And if you lose me, it won’t be because I got too fat. It will be because I won’t want to have you in my life anymore if you can’t accept me the way I am. So, what will it be, Mom?” Holly gripped his thigh and squeezed it gently. Olivia looked at her mother, tears in her eyes.

“Mom, please. This is the happiest I’ve seen Ryan, like, ever. Just let him be. You don't have to understand it, and if I'm being truthful, I may not fully understand it either. But Holly is right. It is his life."

“I don’t know if I’ll ever accept or understand why you want to do this to yourself, or even be okay with it. I can’t help it, Ryan. I know I wasn’t the mother you and sister needed me to be after Michael died. I know it is probably too late to have any say in your lives now, but I do worry about you and your sister, and I’ll continue to worry about you both. This cannot be good for your health, but I also know that I don’t want to go another two years without seeing you, Ryan."

“I don’t want that, either. But if you want me and Holly in your life, you will have to accept the fact that I am a very fat man who is comfortable in my own skin. And that is something Holly helped me to do. She has shown me I am so much more than that number on the scale or the size of my shirt. I know I will never be normal-sized. I will admit that when I was younger I ate to escape.

But, now, I've come to realize I like to eat. And I like to eat a lot. So, Mom, this is who I am, and I’m not going to change what or how I eat anytime soon. Also, I'm not going anywhere. I know you did the best you could. This is who I am. I am a fat man. I love you, Mom, and I would like you to be a part of my life. But if you are going to do that, I will not let you talk to me the way that you do. You will have to keep those thoughts to yourself, because I will not listen to it anymore.” Ryan centered himself and slowly stood up. He walked over to his mother, and she stood up and hugged him. She was the first to pull away so that she could wipe her eyes.

“Okay. I can’t say I will ever be okay with this, and I can't accept this, but I am willing to do my best. And I want to get to know you, Holly, I do. Just because I can't understand the relationship you two have, doesn't mean I am not happy for you both. You obviously care a great deal for my son."

"I do, Sharon. More than you could ever know. I love your son," Holly joined her boyfriend and wrapped her arm around his arm.

"So tell me about you playing Santa. Holly? Do you have any pictures?” Holly smiled brightly and pulled out her phone.

“I do!"

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After Ryan and his mother talked things out, and since the library was closed until after the New Year, Ryan and Holly spent two extra days at his mother’s house. Olivia left the day after Christmas, and Holly was pleasantly surprised that Sharon did behave herself, for the most part.

She only gave him one disappointing look, and that was because Holly made a third plate of Christmas leftovers for Ryan, to which he gladly ate every last bite. She finally relented, saying it was Christmas, after all. The only other incident was when Holly was walking by the bathroom. Sharon was in there when she found one of Ryan's T-shirts laying on top of the dirty clothes hamper. Holly watched her hold the shirt up and gasp. Holly was about to say something, but Sharon just folded the shirt and continued about her cleaning up.

The day they left, Sharon promised she would come to Shelby for a visit. The trip may have started out rocky, but ended on a good note. Ryan was relieved and happy, and thanked Holly for being there.

"I don't know if I could have done that without you. Thank you," he told her on the drive home.

Holly looked over at her boyfriend. "I think you could have. But I am glad I was there, too. And you don’t have to thank me. You never have to thank me for that."

The remaining week the two resumed their nightly walks and Holly baked the remaining cookie dough she had in the freezer, and, of course, Ryan’s favorite brownies. They watched movies and cuddled. It really could not be more perfect.

“Hol?” Ryan called Holly from the living room. He did not like to be in the way when she was baking.

“Yeah?”

“What do you want to do for New Years?”

“I hadn’t thought much about it, why?”

“There is going to be a big New Year's Eve event complete with fireworks at the River Walk. I thought it might be nice to go there and see them. What do you think?”

Holly ran into the living room and jumped on his lap, effectively pushing herself into his larger belly, courtesy of all the additional cookies she had baked him the last few weeks.

“Really? I think that sounds wonderful. As long as I get to spend it with you by my side, I don’t care where we ring in the New Year!” She squeezed his neck tight and planted a wet kiss on his lips.

“Mmm. You taste like sugar cookies. Gimme more! And by more, I mean your kisses. I can have the cookies later!” Holly playfully slapped his large belly. They just stared at each for a minute before the temptation became too much for Holly, and she reached up underneath his shirt and began rubbing his belly.

“I can’t believe how big you are now. I’d say we had a very successful holiday!” she said in between kisses. “So big. So very soft. So massive,” she breathed along his neck.

“Babe. About that. I think I may need to size up again. I can’t button my pants. And we only got me a couple of outfits for Christmas, so…."

Holly noticed since they returned home, he had been wearing nothing but his stretch waist ones. She secretly hoped he grew out of the others. Just the thought made her wet.

“Okay, you cannot just say stuff like that and not expect me to rip your clothes off right here. In the middle of the living room, in the middle of the day. Lemme finish this last batch. You, Mister, go get into bed. Naked. Give me fifteen minutes.” Ryan slid his hand up under her shirt, kissed her neck, and caressed her breasts.

“God, you are so fucking gorgeous. And you are all mine.”

Twenty minutes later, Holly joined Ryan. Her heart started beating just as fast as the first time she saw him seven months ago. He was laying in the middle of their bed, his massive gut almost touching the bed between his legs. It was so large, so round, so soft, it was all Holly could do not to jump on him like a little kid. She took her clothes off, and lifted his belly with both her hands and massaged his rolls one by one. Ryan leaned his head back and moaned loudly. He leaned over to grab a condom before he heaved himself back into a sitting position, all the while his girth jiggling on Holly’s legs. She arched her back and pressed her knees into his generous love handles. He handed her the condom and she slid off him, briefly thinking to herself how this was going to work. His stomach has grown so much in the last month, she was not sure what she was going to do, or how they were going to fuck.

But then she had an idea.

“Babe, I’m going to need your help. Turn around and grab the headboard and get on your knees. I’m gonna slide in from the side and guide your beautiful cock inside me, and then I want you fuck me like you never have before. Think you can do that? I’m gonna need your belly to lie on its side, or else I don’t think you’ll be able to enter me. Got it?”

“So basically you want me to do the modified lizard, but using the headboard instead of the ballet pole?” he asked, already moving into position. The bed shook slightly when he got himself where he needed to be, as Holly watched, mesmerized by the pendulum movement of his low gut. She could not wait to get underneath that.

“Exactly!” Holly carefully slid in underneath, lifting and moving his belly out of the way. Within minutes, she was stroking him with her fingers and guiding his hard cock into her, when she let out a moan signaling to Ryan he could start thrusting. He carefully lowered himself on his knees to begin.

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes, Ryan. Harder! You won’t hurt me- this feels so good!” The more Holly moaned, the harder Ryan pushed. His massive belly folded on top of itself, pressing into Holly's flat stomach. There was no way he would have lasted this long three months ago. And, yet, here he was, pleasuring his girlfriend longer and better than he ever thought was possible, all the while bigger than he ever had been before.

“Holly! I’m ready! I’m gonna co-” One last push, and Ryan’s cum filled the condom. Holly came seconds after him. She quickly slid out from under him before he crashed head first down on the bed, beads of perspiration dripping down the rolls of his neck. Both were out of breath. Holly rolled onto her back, looked up at the ceiling fan, and waited for her multiple orgasms to subside. Ryan slowly turned his head, face flushed red. “Hey- you okay?” Holly nodded, tears in her eyes.

“That was amazing. I’ve never felt as close to you as I did right now. This. This, babe, was a whole other level,” she was still breathing hard. “I need water. Be right back.” She hopped off the bed and left Ryan to allow his own breathing to return to normal.

She returned, fluffed his pillow, gave him a water, and laid on her side, facing him, and wiping him down with the towel she kept nearby. “How was that even possible? I never thought sex with you could be even better than it already was. But since you’ve gotten so much bigger, somehow, it has. I love you so much, Ryan. Oh! You are never stopping yoga, just FYI!” Ryan laughed hard and deep, spitting out a little water as he did. He slapped his belly and sighed.

“Agreed. You are truly amazing, Holly. And so beautiful. I can't get enough of feeling you next to me. Now, how about some of those cookies?” Holly giggled and enthusiastically fed her boyfriend a dozen sugar cookies.

On New Year’s Eve, they made reservations at their favorite Greek restaurant. It was close enough to the River Walk they could walk. The night air was crisp, and the sky was clear. The fireworks were being touted as one of the biggest in the tri-county area.

They walked hand in hand around the river, talking and laughing. Ten minutes before midnight, they found a spot near the benches they sat at seven months earlier. Holly sat down and motioned for Ryan to sit next to her.

“I need to do something first,” he said as he got down on one knee. Another position he could not have attempted seven months ago. He pulled out a ring box from his coat pocket.

“Ryan? What’s going on?” Holly’s voice cracked as tears filled her eyes.

“Holly Francine Reilly, I never in a million years would have thought the moment I met you seven months ago, that my life was going to change. But it did. I never knew life could be as wonderful as it is since meeting you. For so much of my life, I was convinced I was destined to live my life alone, fat, and miserable. But with you in my life, I am not alone, I am far from miserable, and I am actually fatter,” he laughed. Holly wiped the tears from her eyes.

He continued, “I don’t want to end this amazing year without asking you to be my wife.” Ryan opened the ring box. “Will you marry me, Holly, and make me the happiest fat man in all of Shelby?”

“Yes! Yes, I will marry you, Ryan! I love you so much!” She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him, totally oblivious to the fact that the fireworks had begun. Everyone standing nearby clapped and cheered, but all Holly could focus on was the big, shy man she met seven months ago, who was now her fiancé, and whom she loved with her entire being.

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Ten years later

Holly looked out the window of their four bedroom, two-bathroom house, and smiled to herself when she saw her seven-year-old son attempting to drag a duffle bag to his father. Ryan squatted down to pick up the bag. If it wasn't for the yoga he does twice a week, Holly is pretty sure he would not be able to do that, especially with his most recent weight gain. She eased herself down on the couch and took a deep breath. She was 34 weeks pregnant with her and Ryan’s second child, and they were planning a long weekend away, just the two of them, before the baby arrived. She rubbed her growing belly, and felt the baby kick.

Don and Fran gladly volunteered to stay with their grandson, and Holly could not be more grateful. She and Ryan had not been away, alone together, since before Michael was born. They were going to meet her parents halfway so that she and Ryan could drive straight to the cabin from there. To say this baby was a surprise would be an understatement.

It took three years into their marriage before Holly got pregnant with their son. Michael Donald Anderson arrived a month premature, but was strong and healthy and that first year he had a very healthy appetite like his father. Holly could not get enough of his rosy, chubby cheeks and chubby arms and legs. But once he learned to walk, all his little rolls of fat disappeared.

After two years, Holly and Ryan tried for a second baby, but after numerous attempts, and still no baby, Holly and Ryan pretty much gave up, accepting the fact Michael was going to be an only child. That, and Holly did some research that shed two blaring factors that could be contributing to their infertility: Holly's age (she was over 35), and Ryan's obesity.

But then eight months ago, when they both were not expecting it, Holly was sick for a week straight, dehydrated, and exhausted. Ryan finally convinced her to go to the doctor, and that was when the doctor told her she was not sick, but pregnant. After the shock wore off, she told her husband after a very large dinner, they were going to have another baby. Ryan was thrilled.

Holly loved being pregnant. She loved watching her body change, and Ryan especially liked it. She also loved that Ryan gained sympathy weight with her. Throughout their marriage, Ryan's weight fluctuated between 425 and 480. He never got above 500.

Until this pregnancy.

At 525 lbs, Ryan was at his heaviest, and they still had six weeks to go. Three months ago he hit 500. Holly had just hopped out of the shower when she saw Ryan had pulled out the scale. They were going shopping for maternity clothes, and she convinced Ryan to go with her so they could get some clothes for him, too. She had been watching his belly grow for the last month, and she knew it was time for him to size up. He had not gained this much in over two years, and she was quite giddy to put it mildly.

"Hol? When you get a minute, I need you to tell me what the scale says?"

"Why?"

"Because I've outgrown my old clothes when I was at my heaviest. I need to see if it is what I think it is."

"And just what do you think it is?" Holly hung her towel up and turned to face her husband.

"The number we talked about. Or, the number you talked about me getting to…"

Holly's eyes widened. "No. Really?"

"Calm down! I don't know, but I'm pretty sure."

"Well, hurry up, then!" Ryan stepped on the scale, and as soon as he heard Holly squeal, he knew.

He hit the magic 500 mark.

"Oh my God, Ryan! 506! You did it! You did it!" Holly clapped.

Ryan shook his head. "You really are unbelievable!" He stepped off the scale and sat on the bed. Holly followed and sat next to him, pushing herself into his larger, softer belly.

"Do you hate me?" Holly asked softly.

"What? Why would you ask me that? I could never hate you!"

"Because maybe I've been secretly wishing you'd get to 500. I just can't get enough of you, and the bigger you are, the more I just want to feel you envelop me. I've loved watching you expand this year, and…"

"I know what you like, what turns you on. I guess I was just scared if I got too big, we'd not be able to do all the things families do. And, I didn't want to be so big that you would be forced to take care of me and two kids. But that has not been the case. I love seeing and making you happy, Holly. And if me weighing 500 lbs is something you are okay with, of course I am okay with it." Holly buried her face into his chest, and wrapped her arms around as far as she could and gave him a squeeze."

"Mommy! Daddy! I'm hungry!"

Ryan looked at Holly and laughed. "That kid has the best of both worlds! He has my appetite but your metabolism! You relax, I'll take care of him."

"And get something for yourself, too?" And as if on cue, the beast rumbled.

Ryan patted his belly. "You know me so well!" He kissed Holly on the top of her head, and hoisted himself up to take care of their son.

Holly was still reveling in that memory when she heard the back door open and Michael came running into the living room, followed by her husband. Michael jumped on the couch and gently touched and kissed Holly’s belly before he jumped down to play with his trains.

"Mommy? Daddy said the beast is getting hungry. And I am too!"

"Okay. Maybe Daddy can make you both a snack before we meet Grandma and Grandpa."

Ryan sat down heavily beside her and took his turn to rub her belly. As soon as he touched her, the baby started kicking. Ryan smiled warmly at his wife. “She knows when her Daddy’s here!”

“She does. Is the car ready?”

“I think so. You sure you’re going to be okay for the four-hour drive?”

“Yes. What about you?” Holly asked, pointing to his protruding belly.

“I adjusted the steering wheel, and it’s going to be tight, but it’s fine.” Holly leaned in for a kiss from her husband. "I sliced up some apples for Michael. And I think there are some muffins left if you two want to grab a quick bite before we head out."

"You sure? I'm sure we can wait two hours."

"Babe. If Michael heard the beast, and I know it's been at least three hours since you ate something, go on. The last thing I want is to hear a seven-year old screaming how hungry he is for two hours!"

"Thanks, honey. I am pretty hungry. I guess loading the car worked up quite an appetite! Give us 20 minutes and we can get on the road. Do you want anything?"

"No, thanks. I had something when you were loading the car." Ryan kissed Holly on her temple, centered himself, and then stood up to take care of his growling beast of a belly and their hungry son.

Holly knew it had nothing to do with loading the car. The bigger Ryan has become, his appetite has known no limits. It was now taking longer for him to feel full, which means his snacking occurred every two to three hours, instead of four. Three portions at mealtime was now the norm. Holly watched with utter glee as Ryan appeared to be eating all the time. One day, she made two chicken casseroles, thinking she was going to have enough for leftovers. Ryan ate one entire casserole himself at dinner. Both had not even realized it, until they were cleaning up. It was that night, she made the mental note to double whatever she made for dinner. At least until the baby arrived. She wanted to make sure her husband never went hungry, that, and she could not get enough of watching him eat. Watching himself push himself to eat more and more at each sitting never failed to excite her. Even after ten years.

Five hours later, Ryan was bringing the last of the groceries into the cabin. Groceries that looked to be enough for a week, instead of for the weekend, and if Holly had her way, everything would be eaten. She helped unpack, and then they decided to take a short walk.

"Hey-" Ryan nudged Holly gently with his thick hip, "this bathroom has a shower curtain!" he laughed.

"Thank God, because I can't use the hot tub!" Holly squeezed his arm. They could definitely tell that Ryan's 40 lb weight gain, and Holly being in her third trimester, significantly affected how long they could walk. After twenty minutes, they both decided to turn back and take a nap.

Two hours later, Holly woke up to her husband whispering to their baby girl. He kissed and massaged her belly.

"I absolutely do not think I was this big with Michael," Holly said as she moved to lay on her side. Ryan placed her body pillow between her legs and slid over to try to give her more room, but his massive gut still touched her baby bump.

"You definitely are bigger. But Michael came early, and you are all baby! I don't see any excess fat anywhere except here!" Ryan slapped his large, soft belly, causing a ripple of waves to flow underneath the sheet. Holly covered her face with her hands and giggled. She hugged his belly and proceeded to play with his large, deep belly button and his newest fat rolls that appeared within the last month.

"God, I want you so bad right now. I'll be counting the weeks after this little girl arrives so I can show you just how much I want you." Holly was already fantasizing about how to celebrate with her husband.

"I'm content just laying next to you for now. Hey, you know what I was thinking before you woke up?"

"That you wished we brought some diner food to-go? Because that is what I am thinking."

"Ha ha. No. I was thinking how much our lives had changed in the last ten years. I never in a million years ever thought I would be married to the most kind, generous, beautiful woman in the world and that you would make me a father. Twice. I love you so much." Ryan felt the hot tears roll down his mountain of a belly. “Now give me a minute. I have something for you. Well, for the baby, but you know.” Ryan rolled over to get up. Holly sat herself up and fluffed a pillow behind her back. Ryan returned carrying a tray with some water, strawberries, and a gift wrapped in a plain brown, paper wrapping. He placed the tray down next to Holly before he shimmied himself into a seating position beside her. She could not help but notice his heavy gut now rested comfortably on the bed between his legs. Another fantasy come to life.

Holly smiled. She knew it was a first edition hardcover book. She just did not know which one. For Christmas, Ryan found a first edition copy of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe after Holly told him it was her favorite book growing up. Every Christmas since that first one, Ryan managed to find first or limited editions of all the classics. Before Michael was born, he found a copy of The Little Prince. Holly had never been with a man who truly saw the real her before. He knew her love of old books knew no bounds.

“Well? Are you going to open it?” Ryan asked. Holly looked up at her husband, tears already filling her eyes. She nodded and slowly opened the package. She gasped when she saw what it was. The Velveteen Rabbit.

“Oh, Ryan. Thank you!” She leaned over and hugged him. He kissed the top of her head and smoothed out her hair.

“So you like it then?”

"Of course I do! And she and Michael will love it, too. Ryan, you've made me so happy. I still remember how my heart wanted to burst out of my chest seeing you at the end of the aisle in your custom-made tux on our wedding day. You looked so incredibly handsome and all I could think was that that big, beautiful man was mine."

"You were the one who looked incredible. And I think you look even more beautiful today. I know you are feeling uncomfortable, honey, but it won't be long now." Holly took his hand, and together they massaged her bump. “Michael is so excited. He is going to be such a good big brother.”

Holly smiled. “I know he will be. And babe, you are an incredible father, just so you know. I know how worried you were before Michael was born. Even my dad said you are a natural.”

“I guess I just want him and our daughter to have everything I didn't have. I still worry about how they will be treated in school. Kids can be so cruel."

“I think that is one benefit of living in a small town. It seems everyone knows everyone. Plus, we've been talking to him about this, and we will do the same thing with this little one. You are their father, and you love them and are here for them, and that is what is important. You have nothing to worry about. Remember his little story he wrote this year? He loves you so much!” Ryan laughed.

“You mean his My Daddy is the biggest and fattest Daddy ever? I still can’t believe he told everybody that I can eat a whole tray of brownies! Or what about in Kindergarten when he brought in one of my shirts for show and tell!" Holly giggled.

"Remember him climbing up you like Jack and Rose used to? He loved sitting on his moumtin!"

"God yes! He got so mad when I told him he had to stop. I thought those bruises would never go away!" he laughed. He grabbed his belly and pulled it up. "I can't wait for Baby Girl to climb this. Hope she likes mountains, because this is the biggest one yet!"

“I have no doubt she will, babe!” Holly rubbed her bump. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it six more weeks.”

“Like I said, not much longer.”

It turned out they only had to wait three more weeks before their daughter decided to make her grand entrance. The morning Holly went into labor, she was finishing setting up the baby's room. Her back hurt, but she figured it was from the two loads of laundry she completed before nine that morning. At eleven her water broke, and from there everything went into overdrive. They called Holly's parents, but it was going to be over six hours before they would be there. Ryan called Rhonda, and she happily came over to watch Michael.

Ryan dropped her off at the hospital entrance, where there was a nurse waiting for her. The nurse pointed to the valet, so Ryan would not have to walk from the parking garage to the hospital. Holly leaned in to kiss her husband. "Hurry, babe. I don't want to do this without you!" Ryan laughed.

"Be there soon. I love you."

"Love you too," Holly grimaced as her strong contraction made her entire body shake.

"Go." Holly opened the car door and the nurse guided her to the wheelchair. By the time Ryan met her, she was already in a gown, her large belly contracting.

In between breaths, Holly told Ryan she was at six centimeters, and that the anesthesiologist was on her way to give her an epidural. He stood by, holding her hand as another contraction racked her body.

Thirty minutes later Holly was a different person. A little high from the medicine, she was serene. Ryan could not help but laugh when she talked with the nurses. She looked up at Ryan, her eyes wide, and she smiled.

"Isn't my husband magnificent?"

"Yes, honey, he sure is."

"And he is fat, too. Like, really, really fat, and so soft! I just love his big ol' belly so much! We call it the beast because it is so, so big!" They snickered as Ryan just shrugged his shoulders.

"And you know what else? I know you won't believe this, but this very, very large man can do yoga! It's been very helpful in the bedroom, if you know what I mean! Just look at him! ALL of him? And you know what? He's mine! All 530 lbs of him are all mine!"

"Holly, baby, I'm pretty sure the nurses can see how big I am. You don't need to tell them," he whispered in her ear. She started to cry.

"I'm sorry! I just want everyone to know how wonderful you are! SO BIG and so, so wonderful! Hey! After the baby comes, can we celebrate? And by "celebrate”, I mean eat?" she whispered, very loudly.

As if on cue, the beast rumbled.

"Oh! You're missing lunch! I'm so sorry!"

"I'm fine! I'll eat later, okay? Let's focus on our baby, okay?" Holly nodded and rested her head back on her pillow.

Four hours later, 10 lb 8 oz Francine Olivia Anderson made her debut. Fran and Don drove straight to the hospital. When they entered the room, Holly was sitting up, gazing at her husband holding their daughter. Her head was resting in the crook of his chubby elbow, and she was laying on his belly, sound asleep. Ryan looked up and smiled at his in-laws.

"Mom, Dad? Meet Francine Olivia Anderson. We're going to call her Frannie." Fran rushed over to Ryan and made grabby hands.

"Gimme, gimme!" Ryan held out his daughter, and Fran cautiously cradled her in her arms. She kissed her forehead and smiled.

"Did you call your mom, Ryan?" Don asked. Ryan shook his head.

"I wanted to wait until after Frannie arrived. I can only take so much, you know? But I will. Soon. My sister is on her way." Ryan nervously tapped his fingers on his belly.

"We won't stay long. You need your rest, sweetie." Don kissed his daughter on her head. "Plus, I know your mother wants to see Michael."

"Thanks Dad. I know Michael can't wait to see you, too. I'll make sure we call Sharon. She has been a little better, but she hasn't seen Ryan since before I found out I was pregnant. I know he's worried about how she'll react to the sympathy weight he gained. And, well, you already know how I feel about that, so…"

"Honey, you need to focus on yourself and Frannie. Ryan is a grown man. He knows what he's doing. Fran? Ready to go see Michael?"

"Yes, of course." She handed Frannie to Holly and they said their goodbyes.

Ryan hoisted himself up and moved to stand near his wife and daughter.

"You don't think she'll be embarrassed of me?" Ryan asked the same thing after Michael was born.

"No! She is gonna love you. Just like your son loves you, and just like your wife loves you. And, just so know, you are totally stuck with us! For life!" Holly leaned into his soft chest and belly that was encroaching her bed.

"Same goes for you, Mrs. Anderson." Holly smiled into his chest.

Ryan wrapped his arm around his wife, and she looked up and kissed his lips gently, feeling that familiar warm feeling that filled her with so much happiness, she could barely take it some days. She closed her eyes and melted into that massive softness that was her husband.

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Seven Weeks Later

It’s not as if Holly was counting the days, but she kind of was.

Her doctor recommended they wait at least six weeks before engaging in any kind of vaginal sexual activity after she gave birth. Holly was itching to fuck her gloriously corpulent 540 lb husband, and Ryan was, of course, looking forward to feeling his wife's slender body next to his. The night before, there were some last minute planning Holly needed to finish.

“Now, if you feel this will be humiliating, or you simply do not want to do it, we don’t have to. I'm sure we will figure something out. We always do…" Holly said timidly, as she fed Ryan another piece of cherry cheesecake. They had just put Michael to bed and Frannie had been asleep for over an hour. They figured they had a little over an hour before she woke up. Holly pulled out the dessert as Ryan settled into his recliner. She squeezed herself onto his lap after he lifted his expansive gut and covered her slender legs with it like a blanket. She rested the cheesecake on his shelf of a belly and began her feeding. He closed his eyes and savored the creamy cheesecake. Holly knew he would be eating the entire dessert by the way he kept signaling for more. He rubbed the sides of his belly, moaning after each bite. Holly kissed and licked the remnants of cherry sauce that pooled in the corner of his mouth. She took three bites for herself, and then happily fed him the remainder. She silently kicked herself for not making a second cheesecake.

“Holly, I actually think it is a good idea,” Ryan said after he swallowed his last bite. She moved the empty plate to the arm of the chair so that she could begin applying pressure before she began kissing and massaging the beast. He turned his head to belch and wiped his lips. “Otherwise, I’m not really sure how we will be able to, you know, especially with this extra 60 lbs I’m carrying here.” Ryan pointed to his wide, wide midsection and thick thighs.

In the last month, Ryan’s weight had appeared to redistribute. His already chubby cheeks seemed even chubbier, and his double chin appeared rounder and fuller. His chest and shoulders seemed to widen, his thighs were thicker and flabbier, and his ass and love handles had expanded. The majority of his weight settled into the belly of the beast. So much so, Ryan could not lay on his back for very long before he had trouble breathing. He started using Holly’s maternity body pillow to help take some of the weight off him when turned onto his side. So when Holly suggested her idea, he was all for it. Anything to help alleviate the added pressure and weight.

It was pretty obvious how Ryan gained all his excess weight during the last few months of her pregnancy. Holly upped his meal portions, increased his snacking (and the time between the snacking), and then there were the celebratory snacks and meals. And they found reasons to celebrate often throughout the pregnancy.

They celebrated after every doctor's visit.

They celebrated that the pregnancy was going smoothly, and that the baby was thriving and there were no abnormalities.

They celebrated that they were having a little girl.

They celebrated the fact they were going to be a family of four.

If there was a celebration, there was food.

Lots and lots of food.

And it was all that celebrating that contributed to Ryan’s 50 lb weight gain in eight months. And then the additional ten after she gave birth. Holly could not get enough watching her husband’s body expand faster and larger than her own.

The morning of their planned reconnection, Rhonda offered to watch the kids for the day. Frannie had regulated herself to a very concise schedule of eating and napping. And she was eating very well. She was in the top percentile in terms of her growth. She gained a full five pounds at her six-week check-up, just like her brother did. People joked she looked like a real-life cabbage patch doll with her full cheeks, and little fat rolls on her arms and legs. Holly had no doubt that when she learned to walk, all those will be gone, and it made Holly a little sad to think about that.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll bring them back all in one piece! Have fun, which I know you will!” Rhonda winked and Holly’s cheeks flushed a deep red, as Ryan laughed from his recliner in the living room. Holly kissed Frannie and Michael goodbye and shooed Rhonda out. As soon as she saw Rhonda’s car drive away, she approached her husband, and held out her hand.

“Ready, big boy?” Ryan took her hand and stood up and stretched, and pulled her close to him.

“What do you think?” he whispered in her ear, sending a bolt of electricity down Holly’s back. She almost came right there in the living room.

As Ryan undressed and centered himself on the bed, Holly took a deep breath. To her, with his large, round belly resting between his legs, he looked like a Buddha. He smiled and placed a couple of pillows behind his head. She didn’t know if this was going to work, but she had to try,

They had to try.

She walked over to her dresser and took out the long swathe of purple silk she purchased three weeks ago. They had never attempted anything like this before, so she did one final check-in with Ryan.

“You’ll have to tell me if it is too tight. I don't want to hurt you or for you to feel weird or anything, okay?”

“It will be fine. Now tell me, what do you need from me?” he asked as Holly tied one end of the silk to the left bedpost.

Holly swallowed hard. “Lift your belly up.” He did as he was told and used both hands to lift his heavy gut. She then cradled his belly with the silk and moved over to the right side of the bed, and pulled the silk, effectively taking over the lifting. He let go, and looked down and watched as Holly wrapped the cloth around the bedpost, tightening and lifting his belly up. She kept looking at Ryan, waiting for him to tell her it was enough. He leaned back slightly and breathed out, watching his belly raise slightly higher. He nodded to signal he was good. She tied a knot and stood back. His belly lowered slightly, but looked exactly how she imagined. His big, beautiful belly rested in what looked like a large silk hammock. And the best part was that she had clear access to his cock, which was now hiding below a new fat pad. She licked her lips.

“You good?”

“I am. I feel great, actually,” Ryan lifted his arms and hands and rested them behind his head.

“You look so massive, babe. I cannot wait to be surrounded by all that fat. God, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen. So, so handsome.” Holly said as she quickly undressed, exposing the last remnants of her pregnancy belly. Just like with Michael, her body seemed to snap back to her weight prior to getting pregnant. Holly never thought in a million years that she would ever be with a man over 500 lbs, yet here she was, and about to bring another one of her fantasies to life.

She was visibly shaking as she placed a towel on the bed. She was nervous, excited, and so turned on. She was also a little worried because they both were not sure how long Ryan would be able to maintain the position. She climbed up, spread her legs and straddled her husband. She leaned into him and kissed him deeply while caressing his belly that was swaddled in the smooth silk. She slowly kissed all of his bunched up fat rolls, and then made her way down caressing his thick thighs, rubbing her hands up and down and his legs. She made her way even lower to lick his wide underbelly and fat pad below the silk cloth. Ryan’s cock sprang to life as soon as her tongue licked the tip of it.

"Oh, my God, Holly. Yes, please don't stop!" he begged, as she began stroking him, slow at first and then a little faster. The harder he got, the wetter she became. With the help of that silk cloth holding up his belly, she was able to slowly lower herself down onto his hard cock without having to lift his belly up. She moaned as she settled down, allowing him to go deeper within her wetness. The sensation of him inside her after so many months immediately caused her to have her first of three orgasms that afternoon.

As soon as Ryan felt himself surrounded by her warm, inviting wetness, he began to lift himself slightly, and together they moved in tandem as she rode him. His heavy, rotund belly swayed in its silken hammock, and for a brief moment Holly was momentarily transfixed watching it swing up and down, ripples of fat and silk flowing in front of her. Ryan knew he was not going to that last long, and after only a few minutes, he came hard and fast, screaming out her name as his hot cum filled her welcoming pussy. She arched her back and moaned as her second and third orgasms began, one right after the other. Ryan slowly pulled out and Holly rolled onto the bed, waiting for her body to relax.

By slightly lifting himself up, he was able to release his belly from its cradle. He spread his thighs slightly and exhaled as his massive gut settled into its spot on the bed between his legs. He tossed the silk cloth above his head, where it rested on top of the bed frame. They thought ahead and brought two glasses of water with them. Ryan rolled onto his side and drank one of the glasses in three big gulps.

“You okay, baby?” Holly opened her eyes, removed the towel she was laying on, and slowly moved up to lie face to face with her husband, but not before he handed her a glass of water. She drank half and handed it back to Ryan. He finished it before placing it back on the nightstand. He turned back and kissed her forehead. They both were wet with perspiration, and the ceiling fan provided the air flow they both desperately needed.

“I am. That. Was. Amazing. What about you?”

“I think until I’m able to lose fifty pounds, we can definitely do that again.” Holly giggled. “In fact, if we keep doing that, I don’t think I’ll have any trouble losing those fifty pounds!”

“Yeah? I didn't hurt you, and you're not sore?" She sat up and performed a quick perfunctory check of his belly, and lifted it to check for any marks underneath. He was clear.

"I'm great. Better than great, actually. My wife is a genius, and so fucking sexy. Think we’ll have time to do that again before the kids get back?” he asked.

“I think we might be able to try again. And, you, mister, you are the one who is so fucking sexy,” Holly murmured as she rubbed his chest and began kissing her way up to his chubby cheek, before french kissing him, all the while massaging his belly.

The last thing Holly thought about before drifting off to sleep was that sometimes she wished she could have told her fourteen-year-old self that she would find and marry the 400 lb man of dreams. And that man of her dreams would not only get to 500 lbs, but actually be well over 500 lbs. None of that would matter, though, because that man would be her soulmate and he would love and cherish her with his whole heart.

But if she had been able to do that, she may not have enjoyed the last eleven years as much as she had. After spending years feeling like they were destined to be alone, Holly and Ryan found each other, effectively proving the right person was indeed out there for them. Holly closed her eyes and felt Ryan caress her cheek and kiss her temple before she rolled over so that he could spoon her. She needed to feel that big, soft belly against the small of her back. Holly felt herself melt into her husband's blanket of fat and she smiled. 

God, she loved that man. ALL of him.