BIG IN AMERICA

I couldn't believe how much I was looking forward to seeing Ben again. He'd been in the States for nearly four months. He was a photographer and had been documenting a band called Boomslang's US tour. It was exciting, having a boyfriend who got up close to rock stars and had occasionally won acclaim and even an award for his pictures. We'd been together nearly two years, and this was the longest we'd been apart. He'd been all over the States, snapping the band, and he'd sent me postcards, e-mails, letters and called me often. He sounded like he was having a blast, but also like he was missing me too. He'd also sent me pictures he'd taken. They were shots of the landscapes and landmarks of America. Beautiful pictures. He was really talented.

So I was at Heathrow Airport, terminal 3, eagerly awaiting his return. I kept my eyes peeled for him. He was 6” 1', had spiky black hair, blue eyes. Very good looking. Good physique. Toned. Lean. I used to always go for muscleboys but they were always so self obsessed. A little shallow. And they always criticised me if I put on even a few pounds. Well, sorry! But I'm a woman. I'm meant to be curvy. They would touch me and recoil in horror if they felt the tiniest excess of flesh. They'd look like they were about to throw up. And I'm not even fat! I'm just average, for god's sake! They'd always dump me for some 'Annie Rexic' or another muscleboy. Good riddance. Ben wasn't like that. He went to the gym but not obsessively. Just twice weekly. Just to keep in shape. He wasn't a body fascist.

As the newly arrived travellers came through the gates, I couldn't see Ben anywhere. If he'd missed the flight, surely he'd have called me to let me know. He knew I'd be taking the morning off work to meet him. Where was he? I examined everyone who came through. The only person with Ben's colouring and height was some fat guy. He was looking around for whoever was supposed to be meeting him and his eyes fell on me. Then he started waving and smiling at me. Well, that was a bit forward. I didn't even know him. Maybe he was a relation of Ben's. There was a resemblance. But how would he know me? Maybe Ben had shown him a photo or something. Maybe Ben had brought some fat American cousin back with him. So I smiled back, unsurely. Then I recognised the luggage. And the camera cases. This was Ben. He was hugging me before I had time to process this fully.

“Good to see you, Tara,” he said.

I just stood there, working my mouth, nothing coming out. He took me by the hand and let me to a less busy area, dragging his trolley.

“You've noticed I've put on a bit of weight,” he said smiling.

I nodded. I was just shocked. He should have told me. It's not as though he could pack on 60 or so pounds (that's what it looked like) and not notice. He must have had to buy a whole new wardrobe. He could have mentioned it in a letter. He was unrecognisable. I studied his face. He wasn't any less good looking. He just looked a bit like a totally different person.

“I didn't…really recognise you,” I mumbled.

“Well, sorry. I should have told you, but I didn't think I looked that different. I suppose I've got used to it. There was just so much food out there. And we always ate late at night after the shows. We were eating all the time. But don't worry. It'll be gone as soon as I get back down the gym.”

I didn't want to look like a bitch. Or one of my body-Nazi ex-boyfriends. I smiled and tiptoed to kiss him.

“It's good to have you back, anyway,” I told him.

“You too, baby. You look good enough to eat. I can't wait to get you home.”

I put my arms around his neck and we kissed again. He felt like a different person. It was like cheating on Ben with his fat twin. It was quite thrilling. I could feel his stomach pushing against me. It felt kind of nice. I placed my hands on the sides of his round, prominent belly, sweeping them over the squishy flesh. He smiled and I smiled. He pulled me closer. I reached one hand around and squeezed a handful of love handle, feeling the fabric of his shirt straining to contain his bulk. He kissed me, his body enveloping me, like I was sinking into the softest mattress. I tried to reach both hands around him and they had trouble meeting, my arms fitting perfectly into the valleys above his love handles, previously known as his waist. I would never have believed I could like this. He'd grown enormous. There was just so much of him all around me. I felt so protected. Surrounded by him. I wanted to cry.

“Is it okay?” he asked quietly. His voice was richer and deeper than I remember and I felt it as a rumbling vibration in his chest.

“It's fine,” I replied, grinning.

“It won't be for long. I just need to get back into my routine.”

“You don't have to…worry about losing it. Whatever. Just take me home so we can make up for the months apart. I'm a desperate woman!”

He laughed, causing his chest and belly to quake.

I don't know if it was the time apart or what, but the sex was magnificent. Ben had always been a good lover, but that afternoon…

We fell kissing on the bed, which creaked under Ben's new heft. For some reason, I found that quite exciting. I straddled his lap, balanced on his thick, powerful thighs. I leant forward against his monumental belly. I liked the way it gave beneath me, cushioned me, yet thrust itself against me. He played his hands up my spine, making me tingle and shiver with pleasure, making me arch my back. He pulled my top off and rid me of my bra. He took my breasts in his hands, brushing the pads of his thumbs over the nipples until they were hard and standing to attention. I started to unbutton his shirt, kissing each newly exposed patch of flesh as it was revealed. His belly was soft, but with a firmness to it, like a gigantic, perfectly ripe fruit. I kissed his deep, disappeared belly button that was surrounded by dark hair, which was soft on my lips. I pulled his shirt off completely and undid the top button on his jeans, my hands almost getting lost in the overhang from his middle. With the release of the fastening, his belly seemed to expand, pushing out and popping open the next button too. He was huge. It was like a different man. Everything was new…and the novelty was exhilarating. He was like a supreme being. So big.

I felt like I was the mere mortal who was lucky enough to have been chosen by a great and mighty god. A giant. I wanted to worship him. I pushed him down so he was lying flat and removed his jeans and underwear. His cock sprang out, pointing out from the axis made by his thighs and belly. I couldn't wait to ride it. I fixed my eyes on his and licked my lips. I got on it, his thighs pushing my arse forwards, propelling me towards his belly. He was deeper in me than ever before, it felt, filling me to bursting point. And all around me, I could feel his body. I was fitting into him, his flesh welcoming me, pressing towards me, hugging me and keeping me in place. I felt safe. I had to make the most of this before he lost the weight. It would be like a vacation – enjoyable while it lasted, but good to get back from.

Three days later, Boomslang played one more date on their return to the UK and then they had an end-of-tour party. It was exciting. Ben was taking me. I would get to meet the band, plus Rich, the journalist whose article would accompany Ben's pictures. Ben bought a new shirt. None of his old smart shirts had a hope of fitting him at the moment. I treated myself to a new dress. I felt great. One good thing about Ben's gain was that it made me seem slimmer! Always a bonus!

Everyone greeted Ben's arrival with warmth and they extended their welcome to me. Rich was as tall as Ben with scruffy, sand-coloured hair. He was reed thin.

Apparently, he'd troughed out as much as Ben in America but had only put on about 5 pounds. He patted Ben's belly affectionately, as did everyone, the band included. They told me how much they'd enjoyed having 'Big Ben' along for the American leg of the tour. Praised his work and attitude and said his sense of humour had saved their sanity on more than one occasion. They had such genuine affection for him I began to feel quite emotional. He was holding my hand and I gave him a big hug. No-one minded that he was fat, even if they mentioned it; it was in a friendly and fond way and always with a chummy pat or rub of his bulging tummy. He glowed. He looked handsome and sexy. Plenty of women were checking him out. I held his hand tighter and shot them daggers. It was kind of hot though. All these gorgeous girls eyeing up my man, but I would be the one he would take home.

There were nibbles all around and Ben was shovelling them in, even though we'd had a light dinner before we came out, just in case there wouldn't be food at the party, to line our stomachs so we wouldn't get too rancidly drunk. Ben didn't seem to notice he was close to clearing every plate. I supposed he was still in his USA state of mind. He was wolfing it down. Pigs in blankets. Tiny salmon tarts. Cheese puffs. Little strawberry tarts. Yellow, pink and white iced cakes. He ate it all. When he went to reach for more and found an empty tray, he blushed and turned to me.

“God, I've got to stop making such a pig of myself. Sorry, Tara.”

“It's alright honey, here…”. I led him to a quiet corner. I spooned up a good mouthful of the miniature cheesecake I had in my hand and offered it to Ben who ate it with relish. He groaned deeply with pleasure. I was tingling as I fed him the dessert. I teased him with it. He wanted more. I brushed his bottom lip with the full spoon but pulled it back before he could close his eager mouth around it.

“Give it to me, baby,” he breathed. “Please…”

“This?” I asked, brandishing the spoon.

He nodded his head and licked his plump pink lips. I let him have it. Then I threw the spoon over my shoulder and scooped up the rest of the cake with my hand. Ben sucked the creamy remains from my fingers, his tongue pulsing against my skin. I pulled out my fingers and he kissed me with an intense ferocity, crushing me to the wall. I loved it. I wanted him so much. I had to have him. Right there. I reached down, around his fleshy belly to feel his dick. He was hard. I loved the thought of his rock hard dick among all the soft flesh. We found our way to a leather couch, still kissing. We sank into it, him bending over me. I wanted to feel all his weight on me. He was so huge. I had my hands under his shirt, stroking and kneading the soft fat on his back, pulling him onto me.

“I might be too heavy…” he whispered with a worried expression.

“I want to feel all of you. I can take it.”

Before he could protest again, I mustered all my strength and gently hauled his massive bulk onto myself. I immediately felt myself get wet. He ran his hands all over me. He reached around under my waist and lifted me smoothly as he rolled onto his back so that I ended up on top of him. He let out a sexy growl. He could do what he wanted with me, he was so powerful and strong. I was on my way to explosion. I knew if we didn't stop soon, we'd be arrested for public indecency. I had to take him home. I had to have this huge god of a man fuck me senseless.

We stopped mentioning him losing the weight. In fact, he'd gained more. A month after his return, he got on the scales in the bathroom while I was in the bath. His weight had been 16 stones 8 lbs (232 lbs) when he'd got back, an increase from the 12 stones (168 lbs) he'd left home at. He gasped when he saw the number the gauge was now indicating.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Oh dear,” he said with a bit of a grin.

He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It was easy to see that he had grown even bigger. His belly was a massive, swollen spherical bulge, which hung over his waistband considerably. His love handles did the same to the sides and back. His face looked chubbier, his thighs, backside and arms, bigger. He'd been going to the gym, and I could see that everything had lifted and that the muscles in his arms were reforming. But he hadn't put the brakes on his newfound appetite. And I hadn't stopped him because…I liked him eating. I liked feeding him. I loved spooning out a huge portion for him, knowing he'd inhale it happily and ask if there was any more. We'd both started cooking more to accommodate his capacity. After yet another gigantic meal, Ben would lean back, undo the button on his jeans, which would be about to pop and rub his big round belly contentedly. And sometimes I would rub it for him. All this wasn't conducive to weight loss, but I didn't think he could get much bigger. I sat up in the bath and looked over the side at the scale. From where I was it looked like it was reading 18 stones 4 lbs (256 lbs). That meant an increase of 24 lbs in 4 weeks. I don't know why, but I was kind of turned on by it.

“Is that right?” I asked.

“I think so.”

“Get off and on again,” I said. I just wanted to see it again. He got off and the gauge whizzed back down to zero. Then he stepped back on and the gauge spun the other way, eventually resting back on 256. I felt excited. I felt my vagina contract and twitch with anticipation.

“How do you feel?” I asked, hoping he wasn't upset.

He smiled at me. “I feel okay.”

“Good,” I said, returning the smile.

“In fact,” he was saying as he pulled up his t-shirt and stroked his rotund full moon belly, “I feel great.”

“Come here,” I beckoned, “Get in here with me and let me get my hands on you. That's if you can still fit.”

He looked at me intensely, blue eyes flashing naughtily, accepting the challenge. He undressed and stood watching me watching him. His belly was solid looking and projecting straight out in front of him. I could clearly see his erect dick. His chest was fleshy. He had boobs, which rested either side of the first swell of his stomach. I wanted to squeeze them. I wanted to squeeze all of him. I couldn't wait to get his flesh wet. To slide against it. I knelt up. My nipples were like bullets, pointed at him. He climbed in and knelt too. The water rose up and cascaded over the sides. His sides touched the edges of the bathtub. Seeing the tight fit of him squeezing into the bath made me even more inflamed. I could tell he liked it too. I could tell we both wanted the same thing. We didn't care if he got fatter. He would keep satisfying his enormous appetite and if he grew, then we'd both be happy.

In just over four months after that, Ben reached 21 stones 8 lbs (302 lbs). Our scale only went up to 19 stones (266 lbs), but the scale at the gym went up to 25 stones (350 lbs) so he was still able to see his progress. We celebrated with a restaurant crawl around all our favourite restaurants.

He didn't gain much more after that. His job kept him on his toes. His job's also important to him, and we decided that he shouldn't get too big to do it. He needed to be able to manoeuvre himself into tight spaces and awkward positions, to travel easily and run about a bit. He kept up the gym and the muscles were evident beneath the layer of fat. He had beefy, strong arms, his boobs became more like pecs again, and his legs were thick and muscular. He still had his gorgeous big firm belly though, which stuck out proudly before him. Everyone liked to get their hands on it, both men and women, and he loved the attention. Whenever he had to work away from home, he always tried to come back bigger. The extra weight would always eventually go through his activity, but I loved the initial thrill of seeing him even fatter. He even managed to get up to 25 stones (350 lbs) when he went back to America. He always slowly got back down to around 22 stones 2 lbs (310 lbs), which seemed to be his normal weight.

“Ben…” I started one night as I was feeding him pan after pan of home made chocolate fudge brownies in bed. “Soon you won't be the only one with a belly like this,” I said, giving it an affectionate rub.

“What do you mean?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“We're having a baby.”

He yelled with joy and hugged me tight. He was ecstatic and I was equally overjoyed. These last months had shown me that I truly loved, respected and admired Ben and he's make a fantastic father. I'd never been so in love with him, as well as in lust, and I was determined to spend the rest of my life with him. I was ready to have our child and our baby would be lucky to have such a wonderful, talented, lovely, happy man as their dad.

I never thought I'd find happiness with a 310 lb man, but I'm glad I did.

God bless America!