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BHM Teddy Bear with the Spiked Collar (~Romance, ~BHM, ~WG)

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wow42

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(Modern romance between a lonely BHM and a heart broken FFA)

Teddy Bear with the Spiked Collar
By wow42



He grimaced trying to take a new selfie. Dating was hard. Dating in upstate New York was harder. Dating in upstate New York when you’re a big man was a raging boner. The local women preferred the toned farmers that littered the countryside. No one wanted the large beer bellied country boy, or shall we say keg bellied boy. Being that he was far from toned made physical connections difficult let alone the emotional desires he craved. These poor connections made Apollo’s self esteem hit an even further low.

Even though he disliked his appearance, Apollo was far from ugly. He was actually very handsome with his soft brown eyes and full lips that longed to fancy someone. Dark brown locks feathered his forehead while he fashioned a gingery beard and stash….but he wouldn’t be giving any mustache rides any time soon. His legs and arms were very thick and strong from all his heft that sat on in his large belly and ass. His family all had wide hips which is where Apollo’s love handles accentuates.

Apollo sighed flipping through the filters to hopefully disguise his round chin and cheeks. With a light blue filter doing the trick he added the photo to all seven of his dating profiles including tinder.

The next morning Apollo flipped through tinder profiles while splayed out on his couch, his large hairy belly textured with goosebumps while a fan oscillated in front of his naked body. Sipping his morning brew he stumbled upon what appeared to be an absolute gem. 40 Miles away, Name: Fay, 22 years old, works for: Real Estate. A short, curvy, dark haired, pale skinned beauty smiled up at him in her first photo. He smiled to himself flipping to the next photo of the same doll faced beauty standing barricade at a concert with a fist in the air, mouth poised to be screaming lyrics up at the performer. She’s a punk girl! The next photo stopped the air in Apollo’s lungs. It was a full mirror picture of the same beauty with a skin tight formal dress that clung to every beautiful curve on her body.

He sighed to himself, he could never even be in the presence of a belle like her. Her beauty was timeless, classy, and mesmerizing. The curves on her body led him to believe she wasn’t thin but wasn’t fat. With her beauty and what appeared to be a spunky, fast-paced personality, Apollo could never keep up! He looked down at his large pale belly that sat in his lap. Why would a goddess like her want a blob like me? He set aside his phone and self hatred to get dressed to distract his mind.

An hour later he returned to the app flipping between her photos. This is an online dating app, the worst that she can do to you is swipe left he thought to himself. He swiped right and her profile disappeared from the screen. He sighed at the lack of “You’ve matched” notification. He put his phone down and decided to go for a walk. If he wants a goddess he needs to work for one he thought walking down his drive away.

Later that evening with a failed attempt of a walk under his belt, Apollo plopped on the couch with his TV dinner. Sometimes, when he thought about the frozen food in his fridge, he grew sad wishing he could cook meals for a partner. The loneliness clung to him worse than the pounds on his waist. Apollo shook out of his self pity and grabbed his phone. “You have a match!” Yelled up at him next to a fire symbol notification. Apollo’s heart stopped as he opened the app and Fay’s profile popped up in his matches.

Apollo’s perception of time was nonexistent as that Labor Day weekend dissolved into the work week. He sat in his office chair smiling down at the good morning text he had written out for Fay. The long weekend had cushioned him in joy texting back and forth with the potential sweetheart. She had texted him everyday since he made the first move and the pings on his phone haven’t slowed down. The conversations held between the two were the most enjoyable interactions Apollo had had with a female in a while. He wondered if she knew of his bulk (it was noted on his tinder profile for the warning) having not mentioned it since they matched. What if she didn’t read his profile? The pictures on his tinder hid the chubbiness on his face which made him wonder if his large frame would scare her away.

Large was the nicer way of describing the abundant body that sat in the office chair. Since starting at the dispatch center Apollo had gone up three shirt sizes, 12 inches in the waist, and has needed at least 20 new belts. The need for so many belts was because of the cheap material the prongs were made out of. When the director stretched a little too far he could hear them bending under the weight of his large belly. After being bent to their limits they would snap forcing the faux leather apart which made his gut plop down since it was no longer contained.

Being a 911 dispatcher was mentally tiring but did nothing for the physique. When he started 8 years ago, Apollo weighed 180 pounds. After 6 years of being under the headset and 2 years as director, he now weighed 350. With little to no love life, the lonely man found himself constantly ordering out and eating junk food. At least three times a week he would stuff his belly with one or two family sized calzones from the local pizzeria and every time he finished he would sit back to massage the pressure in his swollen belly. Apollo’s self esteem sat in the “I don’t care” column when it came to food. Growing up, his family denied him fast food and take out but with independence and money, Apollo made up for all the years lacking. His monthly fees for take out usually sat around 300-400 dollars. And at the rate Apollo was going he was also looking to be sitting around 400.

“Let’s meet up this weekend, I’ve had enough of texting,” Fay said over the phone that evening. Apollo flushed at the thought of her seeing his body but agreed. He caved and called her that evening after day dreaming about her all day at the office but he would have never pushed for their physical meeting. With all his nerves, Apollo still kept positive about Fay because of how bad he wanted things to work out.

“I know this beautiful park at the capital that has a cute pond with ducks and fish.” She chimed through the phone. Apollo could hear the smile in her voice. Fay enjoyed some of the simple things in life. She had told Apollo about how excited she got that the full moon landed on her birthday and that the leaves on the trees were starting to turn yellow. Fall was her favorite season which Apollo made sure to take note of.

“Saturday at noon sound good?” She asked.

“I’m seeing you, of course it’s good!” He replied getting a giggle out of Fay.
~~~~~~~~~~~
That Saturday......

So let’s play a game
I’m a master at hide and go seek. This park is huge and I bet you won’t be able to find me :)
Fay typed to Apollo<33

I will have you know I am the three time reigning champion of our neighborhoods manhunt.
-Apollo<33

But you have to give me a hint. She texted back as she sat anxiously at the stop light before the park. She received a photo of a red plaid shirt.

That’s all you get missy!

Pulling into the parking lot Fay felt her nerves hop around like grasshoppers in her stomach. Her toes tingled thinking about how she planned on tackling Apollo in a huge embrace. It had been a week and she already felt a connection with the man she hardly knew. Fay’s heart was still fragile after her two year engagement had dissolved her concept of love. In desperate need of a dick appointment she accidentally started connecting with Apollo on tinder who she couldn’t resist. She had read in his bio that he was a larger gentleman but with no picture evidence, she had to use her imagination.

Fay was an FFA all her life but it wasn’t until she was 18 and in college where she found her understanding of her desires. It was orientation day she was partnered up with a particularly large freshman boy. They were working through ice breakers and the task was to see if you could rub someone else’s tummy while patting their head. When her hand met the round, soft, giggly flesh on that boys belly she blushed and felt her self crossing her legs. The virgin 18 year old didn’t understand the feeling but she loved it. She lusted after big bellied men from that day on to the point where it ruined her.

Although her lust was one entity, her love was another. All her past loves had dad bods or lacked fluff all together. This had made pillow talk difficult for Fay, so much so she started to wonder if she had physical issues and went to a gynecologist. It wasn’t until her private moments of self pleasure that she realized what her body craved.

Fay made her way down the paved path that circled the pond in the middle of the park. Hundreds of geese, ducks, and birds played in the water teasing the gigantic koi fish that splashed about. Scanning through the trees she saw no traces of plaid. The anxious 22 year old whipped out her phone and simply sent the white flag emoji to Apollo.

Making her way back to the entrance of the park she continued scanning but still no sign of her date. She looked down at her phone to see that Apollo read her surrender. Leaning on the railing at the pavilion that sat half on the water she glanced around again. She caught sight of the flannel and then sight of-
Fay felt her legs automatically cross and cheeks flush. Apollo lumbered past the tree line with a huge smile on his face. Apollo was truly a god. His large thighs flexed under his jeans as he walked towards her, his chubby face beamed while his double chin jiggled slightly with every step. But what made Fay squirm was the huge belly that bounced up and down with every step Apollo made towards her. His belly was perfect which made her squeal.

Fay charged and met Apollo with a huge embrace, wrapping her arms around his tummy and burying her face into his chest. She felt his big Santa-like belly move as he laughed hugging her back. She didn’t want to let go and didn’t care if he thought the extra moments were awkward. Apollo shifted his weight but hugged her tighter welcoming her closer to his soft body. She pulled away and met his warm brown eyes. She sensed his nervousness and stretched our her hand.

“Fay McEntire, the first, the last and the only” she chimed getting a giggle out of the big boy.

“Apollo Wesley, the terrible” His deep voice replied meeting her hand. She felt an obnoxious giggle erupt from her throat as she covered her grin with her free hand.

They made small talk walking towards a bench close to the pond. Fay felt the nerves drain from her stomach as she held Apollo’s large paw which was warm and soft. He paused before sitting down to unbutton the plaid shirt which his large fingers fumbled with. She watched in amazement as he gave up and lifted the long sleeve over his head and his belly peaked out. He panicked to pull down his shirt but she already caught sight of the boys sagging hairy underbelly. She gulped as she felt her legs twitch. Brushing off the belly reveal Apollo sat next to her smiling.

“So tell me your life story?” Fay asked trying to distract her racing imagination.

“Oh boy…. Where do I begin….”
 
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