Daniel was standing in front of the mirror, an attractive young man
with a smooth olive complexion, dressed only in a pair of faded jeans.
His strong arms and solid trunk were lean and well-defined. Daniel
was nicely built, but by no means bulky, weighing anywhere from 140
to 145 pounds. In fact, he was almost too skinny. His shoulders
were square, but not very broad. His firm chest and flat stomach
made him look much more masculine than he actually was. Daniel was
still very much a boy, just under 5 ft 9 in tall, with almost no body
hair
Daniel began to dress himself. He grabbed a white T-shirt and
pulled it over his head, carefully tucking the edges into his jeans.
He then wrapped a black leather belt around his waist, and suddenly
fell to the edge of his mattress, right on top of his clean white
socks. Daniel pulled the socks past his ankles, and quickly reached
for his black "Doc Martin" boots, the pair with twelve loop holes.
He then rose to his feet and walked back to the mirror, combing his
silky black hair which was still wet from the shower. Today was
Daniel's birthday. Today he was 18-years-old.
Outside it was typical day, late June or early July. Two teenage
girls were sitting by the pool, both slender and petite, wearing
bathing suits. One of them was a white girl, tall and blonde with a
freckled nose. The other had dark hair and almond shaped eyes. Her
hair was cut short, but looked adorable against her soft dark skin.
Daniel walked past the girls, holding a bouquet of roses. He paid
little attention either one, although they both were watching him.
Linda's door was just a few feet
way, and that was where Daniel wanted to be, more than anywhere else
in the world.
Linda's apartment was cozy, even from the outside. There was a
welcome mat on the floor, and ceramic butterflies hanging from above.
Daniel rang the doorbell and Linda answered. She was barefoot,
wearing a red tank-top and a denim skirt. Linda was older than
Daniel. She was also bigger, about 5 ft 8 in tall, weighing anywhere
form 185 to 190 pounds. She had chubby arms and a large chest.
Linda was "fat."
"Come in," said Linda as she opened the door. "I was just about to
have some tea." Daniel stumbled into the apartment, as Linda made
her way back to the kitchen. "There's nothing like a cup of tea,"
said Linda as she searched the cupboards, "especially when its warm
outside." "Who told you that?" asked Daniel, as he placed the
flowers on the chestnut coffee table. "I don't remember," replied
Linda, "but its true." "A hot drink is better on a warm day." Linda
continued to clarify her theory as she took a box of orange pekoe
from the shelf. "People drink lots of tea in India," she explained.
"India is a hot country. I mean its close to the equator, but the
people prefer hot beverages. Asians drink tea. South Americans
drink coffee. There is a reason for it, a biological reason. They
need hot drinks. It's a special craving." "They have spicy food in
India," said Daniel as he fell into the living room chair. "Is that
a special craving?" "I love spicy food!," replied Linda. Her eyes
filled with delight. "I could go for some Indian food right now."
Daniel was reluctant to change the subject. He loved to hear Linda
talk about food, but orange pekoe on a summer day just didn't appeal
to him. "Do you have any juice?," he asked abruptly. Linda carefully
opened the refrigerator door. "I have apple juice and cranberry
juice," she answered, as she cautiously peeked inside. "I'll have
some cranberry juice, said Daniel, moving the bouquet of roses to the
edge of the table. Linda peered into the refrigerator, gently biting
down on her lower lip. "Juice sounds good right now," she said, "but
tea has fewer calories. I don't suppose you're worried about that."
Linda poured the juice for Daniel and made her way back to the living
room, holding the tea in one hand and Daniel's glass in the other.
Daniel took two coasters from the end table and carefully placed next
to the flowers. "Are you on a diet?," he thoughtlessly inquired,
with about as much tact as a five year old kid. "I might as well be,
" answered Linda, setting the drinks on the coffee table. "You
wouldn't know by looking at me, but I'm very cautious about what I
eat." "That's too bad," mumbled Daniel. I was going to offer you
some of my birthday cake. Linda sat down and hesitated for a moment.
She was gazing prudently above Daniel's head. "That's right; today's
your birthday," she cheerfully announced. "Happy birthday."
Daniel's heart began to race, as he pictured Linda eating a big hunk
of his birthday cake, licking the frosting from the base of the fork,
slowly indulging in those extra calories. "The cake is homemade," he
said eagerly. "You know my mother. She loves to bake." Linda
lifted her eyebrows, creating a desperate yet sneaky expression, a
look that would remain in Daniel's thoughts for years to come. "Well,
I guess I should at least taste it," she humbly admitted. "After
all, its a special occasion." Linda gave a charming laugh, then
quickly changed the subject, noticing the bouquet of roses that was
lying next to the drinks. "What's with the flowers?," she asked. "I
bet they're a birthday gift. They must have come from one of your
girlfriends." Linda lifted her head, peeking though the blinds on
the other end of the room. "Did you see those two girls?," she asked.
"They're sitting out by the pool. You should swing by and say
hello. They're really cute." "Actually, these are for you,"
explained Daniel as he handed the bouquet to Linda. Linda was
confused, but accepted the gift graciously. "Thanks," she said with
mild suspicion, "but why are you giving me flowers?" Daniel was more
than happy to answer Linda's question, and did so with honest
certainty. "You're beautiful," he said. "I've waited a long time to
tell you that." Linda was speechless. She pretended to acknowledge
Daniel's remark, giving him a heedless grin. She then rose from the
sofa and returned to the kitchen, grabbing a large vase from
underneath the sink. Linda began to arrange the flowers on the
dinning room table. Daniel was standing in the middle of the room,
gazing at her from behind. "Will you make love to me?," he asked,
folding his hands in front of him.
Linda immediately turned to the boy with a look of
disbelief. "I think you better go home," she said, trying to
maintain her composure. "I want to make love to you," repeated
Daniel. A lump began to swell in his throat. "Is this a joke?,"
inquired Linda. "Are you making fun of me?" She was not impressed
by Daniel's persistence. Daniel uttered his confession a third time.
"I want to make love to you," he pleaded. It was all he could think
to say. "How dare you!," shouted Linda. What makes you
think you can just walk into my apartment and proposition me? What
do I look like, the town whore? Besides, I'm twice your age." "But
you're sexy," exclaimed Daniel. "You're the sexiest woman I know.
You always have been, and you always will be. Don't ask me why. I
couldn't begin to tell you. All I know is that I really want to make
love to you." "And when did you realize this?," asked Linda, mocking
Daniel with bold maturity. "It was back when we all lived together,"
he replied. "I was 13-years-old."
Daniel's answer came easily, almost as if rehearsed. Linda
continued to quiz the boy, as thoughtful curiosity replaced her anger.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked with mild concern. "Was it
something I said to you?" Daniel's head fell to the carpet. He
wanted Linda's approval, and knew that his explanation had to make
sense. At the same time, he wanted to be as sincere as possible.
Daniel carefully explained himself, hoping that is would all come
together. "I watched you make your way across the hall," he said.
"Then I watched you step into the kitchen. There you were standing
barefoot in the kitchen, resting your thick flat arches upon the cold
kitchen tile, your insteps melting gradually into the thrust of your
chubby toes. You quietly opened the refrigerator door and took a cup
of yogurt from the shelf. I watched you grab a spoon from the drawer,
and listened carefully as you stumbled past me. You thought I was
asleep." "What were you listening for?," asked Linda, nearly
intrigued by Daniel's story. Daniel continued to expose himself,
almost without shame. "I was listening for the sound you make when
you walk. There's nothing like it. There's nothing like the shuffle
of your naked feet on the cold kitchen floor, or the way you crush
the living room carpet. I could hear you thumping toward me with the
full force of your weight. I was seconds from being trampled,
resting dangerously close to your mighty step. I closed my eyes, and
for a moment I could feel you standing over me. When I opened my
eyes you were sitting in the recliner, licking yogurt from the inside
of the lid. There was no question about it. I wanted you." "This
is weird," declared Linda. She was gradually letting down her
defenses. Daniel slid back into the living room chair, where he
continued to make his bold confession. "I used to sit in the back
seat of your car and watch you eat," he explained. "I know all about
you. I know all your secrets. I know how much you love Reece's
Peanut Butter Cups, and how you always hold them between your thumb
and index finger, carefully nibbling around the edges. I love the
way you glance around and giggle, shamelessly licking your finger
tips. And you always have some lame excuse: 'I Shouldn't be doing
this, but its Saturday. I've been good all week. Two little peanut
butter cups aren't going to hurt me.' Fifteen minutes later you're
eating a Nestle Crunch Bar. An hour after that you're munching on a
bag of potato chips. Then you spot a donut shop. You have a sudden
craving for glaze, better take two; they're small. Before long its
dinner time. Thirty minutes go by, and you're trying to decide
whether you want peach or raspberry ice-cream."
Linda stared at Daniel, amazed by his insight. At the same time she
was hurt, almost frightened. She never realized how closely he had
been watching her. After all, he was just a kid. She quickly sat
down on the edge of the sofa. "I only do that once or twice a year,"
she said, trying to defend herself from Daniel's sharp intuition.
"If I ate like that every day, I'd be as big as a house." "You're
not as big as a house," replied Daniel, "but you're big." "You're a
big woman." "I weigh 185 pounds," proclaimed Linda. "I'm really
not that big." "The hell you aren't," insisted Daniel. "You weigh
40 pounds more than me, but you weren't always fat. I remember when
you weighed a lot less. I always wondered how much less." "What's
with you?," asked Linda. She was frustrated and thoroughly confused.
"I'm just curious," answered Daniel. He really didn't want to make
her mad. Linda took a deep breath and shook her head. The topic was
strange and inappropriate, but for some reason Linda felt obligated
to discuss it. "I weighed 125 pounds when I moved in with your
family," she explained. "By the end of sixth months I was heavier,
much heavier." "Wow!," shouted Daniel with bizarre excitement.
"You gained 60 pounds in 6 months. "I didn't gain sixty pounds in
sixth months," insisted Linda. "That's absurd." "How much did you
gain?," asked Daniel with harsh confidence. Linda remained silent.
It was true. She really had gained 60 pounds in six months. A
terrible sense of weakness overcame her. Linda's heart fell to her
knees. "I want you," said Daniel, as he sat there watching her
cheerless expression, almost indifferent to Linda's pain. "And I
want you," replied Linda as tears began to form in her eyes.
Linda rose to her feet and stood at the other end of the room.
Daniel was in shock. This couldn't be happening. He suspected it
was true, but he never thought she would admit it. He always figured
that when he made his move, nothing would be said. She would let him
do what he wanted to do, and that would be it. At last his
persistence had paid off. Daniel rose from his chair and took a few
steps in Linda's direction. "I'm lonely," explained Linda. "I
haven't had sex in a long time." Linda paused for a moment, allowing
Daniel to come closer. She stood there as Daniel carefully slipped
his arms around her waist, kissing her tenderly on the lips. "Wow!,"
exclaimed Daniel as he began to giggle. "I just felt you breath.
When you breath I can feel your tummy get big. Do it again." Linda
broke away from Daniel with devastating anger. "Didn't you hear what
I just said?," she announced, nearly scolding the boy. "I want to
make love to you!" "I know," replied Daniel. "I realize that."
"Then why are you talking about my fat belly?," asked Linda. "I'm
sixty pounds overweight. You don't have to keep reminding me." "I
like your belly," said Daniel. "I think its sexy."
Daniel's remark was so ridiculous. Linda felt like laughing, but
she secretly realized that he was telling the truth. "I'm a fat pig,
" said Linda with a doubtful smirk. "How is that sexy?" "You don't
think you're sexy?," replied Daniel. "That's unbelievable. Look at
the way you're dressed. I love they way you dress. Your denim
skirts are always too tight around the waist. They cuff just above
the knees, revealing your strong calves and gorgeous ankles. Your
sturdy hips pull the denim across
your rear, while a snug tank top shirt adheres to your breasts. You
always wear tank top shirts in the summer. Your bare arms and
freckled shoulders are soft and thoroughly padded. Your face is nice
and round.
"Are you sure you want to make love to me?," asked Linda. "Maybe
you're confused. Maybe you're looking for a mother figure. This
isn't normal." Linda crossed over to the sofa, taking a seat with
quick authority. "You never finished the story," she said, abruptly
changing the topic. "What happens next?" Daniel was completely lost.
He hadn't the slightest idea what Linda was talking about, and just
stood there looking at her with a blank expression. "I'm sitting in
the chair eating yogurt," explained Linda. "What happens next?"
Daniel hesitated for a moment, studying the smooth surface of the
coffee table. "I glanced down at your feet," he said with caution.
"Then I saw your toes wiggle. It was some sort of reflex, as if you
were being tickled by a feather. Its like that cup of yogurt was
sending impulses through your body, tickling nerves at the bottom of
your feet. I had an impulse of my own, but I never followed through
with it. The rest is fantasy. "What was your fantasy," asked Linda.
"Go ahead, tell the story the way you want it to be told" "I
reached under the coffee table," said Daniel. "I placed my hand on
your foot, and began to run my fingers across you instep. I waited
for you to say something, but you never did. You continued to eat.
Occasionally you glanced down at me, but you never said anything
about me touching you. In fact you never even spoke, not until you
were finished. That's when you handed me the empty container, and
told me to take it back to the kitchen. You wanted me to bring you
some strawberries. I did what you told me. I went to the kitchen,
opened the refrigerator, and got the strawberries. I even put them
on a plate. Then I brought them out to you. You were delighted, and
quickly started to feed yourself. You fed yourself a strawberry, a
single strawberry. Then you sat back, closed your eyes, and savored
it. I slowly ran my fingers across your chin, until I reached your
lips. I started to trace the outline of your mouth. Your lips began
to move. You weren't even aware you were moving them. It was
another one of those impulses. You started kissing my fingers, but
you were getting frustrated. You couldn't get enough. Your
breathing was getting heavier and heavier. You started to bring your
teeth together. You did it again and again, until you were nibbling
at my finger tips. I quickly fed you another strawberry. You sat
back and smiled. I could tell you were satisfied, and I started to
kiss you. That's when I noticed your shoulders.
I grabbed a bottle of lotion from the bathroom sink, and began to
message them. I was amazed at how will you carried your weight. Its
was almost as if you were designed to be heavy. Your body was plump,
but it was plump all over. It was soft, but firm, especially your
upper body. You had a lot of padding in your arms. I could tell
just by looking at you that your shoulders were broader than mine.
After a while, you invited me into your room. I continued to moisten
your naked shoulders, packing your flesh into my palms, caressing
your smooth skin. Before I knew it you were lying flat on your
stomach, and I was sitting on your rear end. You had no trouble
holding me up. Your rear was like a big cushion. I sat there
messaging you, working my way down your arms, and back up the base of
your neck. Finally you said something. You asked me to lie on your
back. I did what you told me. There I was lying on top of you, my
delicate frame against your massive body. I started to kiss your ear
lobes. You began to giggle. I could feel you trembling underneath me.
I held on tight. I didn't want to fall off."
Linda rose to her feet one more time, crossing over to Daniel. She
stood comfortably in front of him, taking his hands into her open
palms. "I'm not that big." demanded Linda. "I'm really not. You're
exaggerating. You make me sound like a circus freak." "You weigh
185 pounds," said Daniel. I was only 13. I was smaller, much
smaller than I am now. You could have knocked me on my ass with the
slightest nudge, but you were a girl. Girls are supposed to be small.
Girls are supposed to be weak.
you weren't. You were big. You were big and you were beautiful, and
I was in love with you." "I was a full-grown woman," replied Linda.
"You were a boy." Daniel placed his hands on Linda's shoulders as
she wrapped her arms around his waist. "You're perfect," said Daniel.
"You're the ideal woman. That's the way I feel. It's the way I've
always felt. I look at other women, then I look at you. You're so
much better. You have so much more to offer. You're so much more
attractive." "Come here," said Linda as she pulled Daniel closer.
"Can you feel my belly?" "I sure can," replied Daniel as he kissed
the corner of her mouth. "I have some strawberries in the
refrigerator, said Linda, bringing her teeth together. "I thought
you were watching your weight," insisted Daniel with joyful surprise.
"Well," smiled Linda, "just this once." "After all, It's a special
occasion."