chapter 4

Later that afternoon, Josh sat on the couch, zipped up in his light windbreaker and a pair of jeans. Car keys in one hand, remote in the other, he looked to Dani as she walked into the living room, fiddling with her earring, wearing only a towel on her head and panties hugging her hard body.

“Babe?” she asked, “can you check that I added flaxseed meal to the list, please? I ran out earlier this week and think I forgot to put it on our list.”

“Dan, I can just go myself if you’d like.”

“You’re getting annoyed with how long I take to get readyyyy.” she grabbed him by the face and leaned over to give him a kiss.

“I just want to get our groceries and come back so we can cuddle for the rest of the night!”

“You’re probably just hangry…” Dani teased as she walked away.

Josh pulled out his phone to add to their grocery list. He smirked as he read the top two items on his list.

“Maybe I am. Whose fault is that? You call yourself a feeder?” he joked.

“Watch your mouth, piggy!” she shouted back.

He scrolled to the bottom and added Dani’s latest request to the list. After a few moments scrolling through Instagram, he pulled up Messenger and typed up a text to Dani.

‘This little piggy’s going to market in 10 minutes whether you’re ready or not’ it read.

“Ass.” Josh heard Dani mumble down the hall a few short moments later.

Flicking through the channels, Josh settled on an episode of The Office. Watching for the eightieth time as Michael Scott lectured his employees on workplace safety from the roof of the building, Josh’s thoughts began to drift.

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Josh sat reclined in his chair, sunglasses fending off the rays which beat down on his tanned, fattened body which glistened with a mixture of sunscreen and sweat. A soft warm breeze pushed through his hair as crystal waters rhythmically climbed upshore and receded again. Josh slowly scanned the shoreline from left to right and was surprised to see himself alone on his own little piece of pristine paradise.

He looked down at his porky sandy toes, which just barely poked out from underneath his massive gut. His full, puffy breasts fell slightly to each side, unable to slope directly downward due to the endless swell of his belly. He looked to his side and pulled a handful of his lovehandle up just to remind himself what color his bathing suit was.

With a meaty paw, he smacked his belly and watched how his belly button looked like an inflatable tube floating over a wave as it rolled by. He wondered how an average beach chair could possibly be holding his overfed body, and decided it would be smart not to make any sudden movements.

He ran his thick fingers through his hair as he noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye. Off in the distance, a woman approached, walking slowly through the white sand with a large plastic bag in her hand. The ocean breeze pushed her long dark hair behind her as she sauntered closer. As she drew near, it became clear she was not a passerby, but was approaching Josh with intent. Her blinding white bikini contrasted sharply against her deeply tanned skin and dark brown hair. Josh watched her quads fire like pistons as she effortlessly powered through the loose, uneven sands. He scanned upward across her sharp hips and toned abs, all the way up to a familiar wide smile.

“Did you have a nice nap in the sun, my chubby little piggy?” Dani asked.

“I wish I knew where my phone was, you looked so damn hot walking down the beach just now.”

“Oh? Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying the view.” She pulled her chair up closer to Josh’s and sat by his side. “YOU look like a sexy hog, lying there glistening, pinned down by that belly of yours. So I got you a little snack!” she continued, pulling out two styrofoam boxes from the bag. “Just a couple of quesadillas. You haven’t eaten in almost 3 hours now!”

“Oh babe, I don’t know if I could eat another bi--well, actually,” Josh interrupted himself, “I’m actually not full at all. I’m pretty hungry, really…”

“You should be! All you had this morning was that omelette, those 3 waffles, hashbrowns, and a few strips of bacon. It’s already a little past noon.” She ripped off a piece of the first quesadilla and scooped a generous dollop of sour cream on top. “Eat up, baby,” she said, lifting it to Josh’s mouth. She giggled as she pressed it into his mouth.

“This is the life,” Josh said as he chewed, “beautiful beach, impossibly hot girl, impossibly fat gut, and I’m only getting fatter.”

“Ohhh, I don’t know about ‘impossibly fat.’ You’re definitely getting a little chubby. But you have so much more to go for me, baby,” she teased, lifting another bite to his mouth, overflowing with gooey cheese and sour cream. “We’re so close to 400. I bet we’ll be there by the time we get home in a few days. And we’re not stopping there.”

“Seems a lot more than just ‘a little chubby,’ you gotta admit.” he replied.

“Not to me…” she denied, gently rubbing his massive gut before locking eyes. “Not to me.”