Scene 1: The Final Weekend
It took time to get used to having a nearly six-hundred-pound boyfriend.
But after seven months together (and three months actually living together), Mia pretty much had it all figured out. Sometimes she’d even forget, she’d gotten so used to looking at Scott that the novelty of his weight had worn off. Most of the time now, she didn’t consciously see how big he was, he just looked like himself.
But then every so often, she’d catch him at a certain angle or in a room she hadn’t seen him in before, or interacting with someone new, and it would be like seeing him for the first time all over again.
In those moments, Scott’s size honestly still shocked her. Like yesterday morning for instance, she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth, looking at herself in the mirror, when he walked in to grab his hair gel. She watched as he stepped through the door, having to angle himself sideways to avoid smacking his absurdly wide torso against the doorframe. As his reflection filled up the mirror, it became glaring how mismatched they looked. In the context of standing beside her, he looked impossibly large, like to the point where it almost amazed her that he was still able to stand upright. And in moments like those, she’d feel turned on with such an urgency, she didn’t even try to contain herself. As he walked out the bathroom, she immediately spit her toothpaste into the sink, though she wasn’t finished yet, and darted to their bedroom.
If he’d been a normal sized person, she would’ve grabbed him in a hug and flirtatiously pushed him into the bed. But as is, she only managed to push herself into him with such a lack of force, he was able to continue gelling his hair as if she’d only lightly touched him.
He had raised his eyebrows, while continuing to look at his reflection and said, “Um excuse me, can I help you ma’am?”
“Yeah, you can stop what you’re doing and take off your clothes,” she’d said mischievously.
He had laughed, one of those scoffing quiet laughs where it just sounds like a quick exhale, but it still lit up his face. He pretended to check his watch, “Oh so sorry, I can’t, I’m just way too busy.”
He was teasing her, he had nowhere to go for another two hours. But he loved it when she got desperate for him. He put down the gel and started walking towards the living room. So, she moved her arm in front of him, squeezing herself into his massive bulging belly as hard as she could muster, as if she could stop him from leaving the room.
“Ma’am! What are you doing! You can’t physically accost someone like this! This is assault!” He’d begun to do some sort of goofy falsetto fancy voice, like an impression of an old woman.
She laughed, sliding her hand down his belly, trailing the underside of his overhang, then slipping her hand into his boxers. Lucky he wasn’t dressed yet, this would’ve been impossible if he was wearing jeans and a belt. Lately he had taken to wearing his pants over his belly instead of under, which she didn’t love because you could no longer see the full outline of his lower belly. It was still kinda hot in its own way though, since the pants cut right through his mid-section making his fat swell outwards on either side. It always looked like he was on the verge of bursting out of his clothes.
“Now it’s sexual assault! Am I going to have to perform a citizen’s arrest?”
At that point he swooped her up and plopped her onto the bed, taking his shirt off and following into the bed.
She remembered how long it had taken her to get him to relax about taking his shirt off in front of her. The first time she ever saw him shirtless was after they’d already had sex like three times. Back then, a few things surprised her about the way he had looked shirtless. For one, his man tits were far bigger than they had looked when he was clothed. The moment she saw them she just wanted to sink her face in them and play with them. They were so full and pert almost like woman’s breasts, they didn’t sag all the way to the side like so many other obese men’s did. Really it was only the size of his stomach that had prevented her from noticing them for that long, because in a shirt his big belly forced the fabric to skim over him chest. She was also treated to the look of his naked shoulders and arms. They looked firmer than she had expected, despite how puffy and rounded they were. His arms were covered in stretch marks, at the time she didn’t even know before that arms could even have stretch marks. His chin fat sat right on top of his chest area; she didn’t think there’d be that much contact between his skin there. There had been so much to look at, she was completely overwhelmed.
But fortunately for her, she’s gotten to look at his naked form again and again over the course of months, admiring all those same observations from the first time, as well as new ones as she’s gotten to see him in different lights and different positions, as he’s gained and lost and re-gained weight.
There was always something new to enjoy when it came to looking at Scott naked.
Unfortunately for her though, he was on another weight loss kick, and had been for the past few months. He’d been going on about it even more than usually recently, since it was the final week before they moved to Chicago for him to go to law school.
He’d made a goal of getting down to under 550 pounds before they moved. Even though it was a pretty unambitious goal, in fact his original goal had been to get under 500, but he’d revised after realizing he wouldn’t make it. Still she hadn’t expected him to get this far. He’d been hovering around 560 for the past two weeks but had been going especially hard for their final week living in Dallas.
Today was the day he was supposed to check back in again and weigh himself.
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