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The taste of luck

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Aug 17, 2014
A hot romance between a SBHM and a BBW. It starts slowly. I hope you like it.

The Taste of Luck
by searcher

Chapter 1

I was back on a visit at my parents. They live on the countryside in a beautiful little valley. The village is well-known for the relaxing atmosphere and the great variety of very good restaurants. Most people like to hike there, but of course not me...
I was looking forward to a wellness vacation..

It was exactly the right timing, as the leaves were beautifully colored. So on my first day I decided to enjoy the sight, before the magnificient play of colours would be gone. I drove to the valley station of a chairlift to get up to a cabin with a great view over the surrounding hills and valleys.

I felt a little uncomfortable in the chair as it was hanging considerably to my side and I was relieved when I arrived on the top. You have to know that I'm not ashamed of my 350 lbs. But it must have been quite a sight.
Luckily I was able to get a seat where I had a free view. So I spent my afternoon sitting in the warm fall sun enjoying a nice cup of coffee and a delicious piece of Black Forest cake.

It was nearly five o'clock when the waitress approached me.

"I'm sorry, but we are closing soon. And the last ride with the lift will be at 5,"she appologized. "But if you like you can stay." she informed me." Every Saturday evening we have a special event. It is always outbooked as we only have 16 places inside. The owner himself is cooking. It's always a 5-course surprise menu. Unfortunately we just got a call, that 2 of our guests had an accident. Nothing bad happened, but they won't be able to get here in time, so they had to cancel. But on such short notice we are not able to get a substitute."

"As you are the only one - person party today, I can offer you to participate. You have to pay only the half prize, but otherwise the food would be wasted.", she declared.

" But how will I get down later" I asked her, thinking about the long way through the dark forest.

"Don't worry. We are allowed to drive and you will get a ride", she appeased me.

"Oh, and I forgot to say, wine and mineral water are included"

It still was a bit more than I usually would pay for a meal, but when the people payed double for it every weekend , I thought it has to be something special. So I happily agreed and was invited inside.

It was smelling delicious and I noticed that I was getting hungry.
Soon the other guests were arriving and I was quite surprised to learn that they were driving 1-2 hours to take part in this event. They seemed to know each other very well,but were very kindly to me and congratulated me on my decision. So my anticipation was increasing.

The waitress was bringing baskets with fresh bread and 3 different toppings to each table. It was seasoned butter, curd with herbs and one pot with crackling fat.

As the others started with the bread and the different spreads I followed them. Everything tasted wonderful. But I still was sitting all alone at my table.

Then the door opened and everybody greeted joyfully the newcomer.

" Hello Jon, you'll join us tonight? That's a nice surprise" I was able to understand.

The man was in his early forties and quite round. In fact he was really fat. He must be at least 650 lbs.
He's really enormous, exactly how I like it. I've never met somebody of this size by chance, I thought to myself, when he approached my table. It was then that it dawned on me, that he has to be my companion for the evening. Every other seat was occupied.
I think I started to blush deeply, because the room was suddenly getting too hot for me, as this gorgeous specimen approached my table.

His black hair, dark eyes and the well groomed beard fit just fine with his impish smile. He was clad casual. Black jeans, which he was wearing over his belly, and a black polo-shirt tugged in. I asked myself, where on earth do they sell jeans in this size? The trousers were hold up by a pair of broad, bright red suspenders. He looked very self confident, what made him very attractive to me.

"May I sit with you this evening?" he asked me with a deep voice, which made me shuddering with delight."I'm sorry if I disturb you" he added politely.

Luckily I was seated in the corner of the room, so that he could sit on the bench, too. I doubted that it would have been comfortable for him to sit on the chair the whole time. The waitress was following him and pulled the table away so that he had enough place to sit.

When he lowered his bulk on the bench it cracked noticeably, but he seemed to trust the furniture.

But I didn't trust myself. I didn't know where to look, avoiding to stare at his beautiful belly like I was hypnotized. It was all rolls over rolls spreading forward to his knees, looking so soft that I needed all my self control to not reach out and touch it. How should I get through this evening without embarrassing myself totally? I 'd already forgotten my good manners while I was mesmerized by the sight.

"You're welcome. My name is Kate", I introduced myself. Adding "you have to try the bread, it's still warm"

"I'm Jon," he answered, still a little breathless, "and I know the bread. It's always the starter."

With this he took some bread himself. We ate silently. I tried to hide my secret stares and was really glad when the first course was served. He took a tiny clothespin out of his pocket and secured the big white napkin at his collar. It made him look even bigger as the cloth accentuated his belly. So my eyes were glued to his vast belly, before I got my composure back and was able to concentrate on the plate before me.

"Venison terrine with satéed mushrooms and Cumberland sauce" announced the server.

I was really surprised. There wasn't only a tiny sample, it was really a thick slice of the terrine accompagnied by a good serving of mushrooms, nicely decorated by blossoms of Indian cress. The sauce was delivered in an extra sauce boat and the bread basket refilled.

When I took the first bite I was softly moaning. It tasted delicious. Every flavour was only increasing the combined savor.

"You like it?" my neighbor asked me.

As I agreed we slowly started a conversation. He explained that he was from the village, too and we were surprised to learn that we went to the same school. He seemed to be a bit younger than me , what explained that I couldn't remember him. Soon we were sharing stories about teachers.

But when we finished he excused himself, heaved up his bulk and waddled over to another table. I felt free to enjoy the impressive picture he gave when he sat down on a chair he was offered. The owner of the chair had to stand , but I think it was obvious to everybody that Jon wouldn't be able to stand for a longer chat. So I could watch him longingly, his mass widly overflowing the chair on every side. He was joking with them and laughing heartily. So that his whole body was shaking.

After some time he stood up and vanished in the back.

He reappeared just when the second course was delivered. Baked goat cheese with honey and garlic on a bed of field salad with again Indian cress.I was still trying to make a good impression on this interesting man and remembered the advice of a big friend of mine: 'If you ever meet a very fat man anywhere, tell him that you like his look. He will appreciate it.'

So I took all my courage and told him that I was very happy to spend the evening in such a charming and handsome company.
"Sorry", he nearly choked. "You don't need to make jokes on my expense-"

"But I didn't joke.", I stuttered wanting desperately to disappear. So much about the advice of my friend...

After an uncomfortable silence I tried to change the subject asking loudly "I wonder what's in that vinaigrette? It really has a unique taste."

I didn't expect any answer and was quite surprised to hear a soft "If you really like to know. It's sherry, rasberry vinegar, maple syrup, a very good olive oil, raisins and pink peppercorn."

"Can you taste this?" I doubted.

"No, I know it", he seemed to tease me.

"How.. ?" I started cluelessly.

"I made it," he explained, clearly enjoying my astonishment.

"So you are....?"

"Yes I'm the cook" he finished my sentence. "As there was a free place this evening I decided to join the party. I seldom have the possibility to eat in company. And as you can see I like to try my creations." he said while patting his belly.

I praised his cooking skills and when we had finished the 2nd course he stated "I'm sorry, but I have to go back to the kitchen. The main course needs my attention."

My eyes dreamingly followed him, as he slowly made his way across the room. He looked so cute and I had noticed that he wasn't wearing a ring. How I wished I could have such a man in my life.

Soon my thoughts were distracted by the other patrons. They wanted to know where I lived and so on. So it was kind of diverting and it seemed as no time until Jon returned, followed by the waitress with the main course.

He was panting and sighed when he sat down. "It's really exhausting when you're at my size" he answered to my questioning look.
Without thinking I stated "I 'm really impressed that you're able to stand in the kitchen so long."."That's meant to be a compliment" I quickly added, remembering his earlier reaction.

"Oh no, I'm not standing, I wasn't able to do that for a long time. I'm sitting. A friend of mine built a nice sturdy, but comfortable chair for me and put it on wheels, so I don't have to get up in the kitchen."

The plates were set in front of us and he told me "It's lamb fillet roasted with a coating of mustard, fresh herbs and spiced crumbs on a bed of blackberry sauce."

There were bowls with pommes dauphinoise and green beans on the table to serve ourselves. We silently enjoyed the first bites of the dish until I praised again his creation. It was truely perfect.

Suddenly he asked hesitantly, "Did you honestly mean what you said before?" I didn't knew what he meant so he explained "About me being handsome?"

"Of course I meant it. I would never make jokes about that." I declared, relieved that I got the chance to clear up everything.

"Because I had the impression that you were shocked and disgusted by my size" he told me. "You were either staring at my belly or looking in another direction."

I was really embarrassed that he had noticed my futile attempt to hide my attraction to him. So I confessed. "On the contrary, I tried to hide that I was so impressed with your look. You see. I have a faible for very big men."

"You have to mean very fat men, if you speak about me" was his dry response.

"If you say so.Yes, but I didn't want to sound disrespectful" I affirmed.

After a short silence he added "I was really disappointed when I thought you were disgusted like every other woman I ever met. Because I found you very attractive, too. I would be glad to know more about you."

So we continued our conversation until he had to take care of the dessert.

"I really have a sweet tooth, So dessert is my favorite dish," he confided to me before he pushed himself up with the help of the table.

"Me too," I said, patting my not so small tummy.

"I can tell" Jon said, "but your appetite pales next to mine!"

"Not if I keep enjoying your big meals," I said with a wink of my eye and Jon winked back at me, sending my heart aflutter.

It took him not long to come back. As he had explained earlier he had a help in the kitchen, so that he only had to put a last touch to the different courses he had prepared as far as possible during the day.

Dessert was a variety of chocolate and vanilla, consisting of a warm chocolate muffin with a heart of melted chocolate, a small form with creme brulée, as well as some white and black mousse au chocolat.

I couldn't resist to watch his belly when he leaned back after polishing of his plate. It seems as if his trousers were getting a little bit tight around his middle. They were starting to cut into the soft flesh.

"You're doing it again", he stated with a soft smile.

"Hmm" I uttered still distracted seeing him slowly stroking his belly.

"You're staring at my belly" he teased me "Would you like to touch?"

"I take you by your word" I declared and before loosing my courage I leaned over and softly rubbed his belly. "You know that it's said to bring luck, if you rub a Buddha belly" I joked, whilst enjoying the feeling of his vastness.

I thought I heard him moaning silently when we were suddenly interupted by the calls of the other patrons. It seemed that it was usual practice to put all the tables together to relish the last course in a big round.

The last course was a big plate of all kind of different cheeses decoratively arranged with grapes and slices of cantaloupe melons. I was quite full after the opulent meal, but I noticed that the others, especially Jon, seemed to have greater capacities than me.
It was a nice end to a beautiful evening and I really didn't want to leave. So me and Jon were the last ones to leave. When we get to the car he asked me to take a seat in the back and to my great surprise squeezed himself besides me, while the driver took us back down the mountain. It was a big car, but still it was a tight fit. I was in heaven. Even more when the car slowly started to rock over the bumpy way throwing us around in the back. I was constantly smashed into his soft mass until he put his arm around me to steady me.

Out of the blue he asked me "Would you like to have a picnic with me tomorrow?"

I happily agreed and he asked to meet him at the station at 1 o'clock.

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