[Story] Chance Meeting
“Zach, it’s good to see you!”
He turned around. “Oh my god—Mark, how are you?”
Zach hugged Mark, his mind still processing what he had just seen. Back in his church days, Zach had been acquainted with Mark, a quiet, skinny kid barely cool enough to join Zach’s circle of friends. Zach remembered him being well-proportioned and not terrible looking, if not one of guys he’d had a crush back when he was a closeted church boy. But Mark had changed since Zach had last seen him: Mark’s gaunt frame had swelled in every direction with soft, velvety excess, leaving only the faintest traces of the teenager evident in the almost unrecognizable Dionysian figure Zach embraced. Mark hadn’t just filled out, he had perhaps doubled in size, his scrawny waistline enveloped by a bulging gut that hung over almost enough to hide his belt. He had totally let himself go. He transformed from an awkward twink to an eye-catchingly fat man. Zach’s instinct was to say, “Holy shit, you got big,” but he caught himself, instead exchanging the polite small talk in which an old acquaintances should indulge.
“Yeah, I saw you while I was shopping and wanted to say hi.” Mark said. “We should hang out some time. It’s been forever.”
“My shift ends in fifteen minutes if you’re around now.”
“Yeah, that would be great.” Mark pointed out the store he’d wait at, and he trundled off. His legs were so thick, and his butt had gone from barely worth notice to filling out his jeans like twin balloons. Zach had to tear his eyes away. Was he feeling—attracted to Mark? No, that was crazy, but boners don’t lie. He passed the last minutes of his shift in a haze, unable to get Mark’s face out of his head, and how much it had rounded out. It was cute to think about his chubby dimples popping with a charming smile.
After he clocked out, Zach walked into the nearby store where he saw Mark’s bulk roaming in the back. His resplendent belly and doughy chest contorted the horizontal stripes on his skin-tight t-shirt. The lean contours of his stubble-adorned face had mostly vanished under a layer of fat, though his cheeks were still marked with those characteristic dimples. His chin doubled as he smiled to acknowledge Zach approaching.
“Oh, you’re just in time. Do you think these would look okay on me?”
He held up a striped t-shirt and a red tank top.
“I mean, yeah—I don’t see why not.”
“Okay if we stop by the fitting room real quick?” Mark asked.
Zach sat on the bench and watched as Mark took off his t-shirt. His belly popped out with a tantalizing bounce. Zach felt desperate—he had to say something, or he wouldn’t forgive himself.
“Hey, uh, Mark, I remember you being…skinnier.”
Mark’s face reddened. “Wait, have we not hung out since high school?”
Zach shook his head.
“Oh my god, no wonder you looked so surprised when you saw me.” Mark’s belly jiggled as he laughed. “Damn, I was so tiny, wasn’t I? Easily under 140 pounds.”
“Yeah, you were probably the skinniest one of us.”
“Well, not anymore.” He placed his hands on his belly. “I filled out a little bit.”
Zach wanted to touch Mark’s mysteriously mesmerizing torso, but instead he merely asked: “What happened?”
“College, I guess.” Mark played with his belly absentmindedly. “There was always food around, so I just ate constantly. I probably gained like 60 pounds during college.”
“Well, 200 pounds isn’t that big.”
“In hindsight, yeah…”
Mark’s belly bounced back into shape as he took his hands off it to don the red tank top. It was obvious now that Zach considered it: Mark was definitely a good bit bigger than 200 pounds. He wasn’t sure it was polite to go further with the conversation, but now was the only opportunity.
“How much do you weigh now, if it’s okay to ask?”
“It’s okay: I know I need to slim down.” Mark paused. “I’m about 280 pounds.”
“Wow, that’s…kind of amazing.”
Mark chuckled. “What, gaining 140 pounds?”
“Yeah, it’s…impressive.” Zach said quietly as he stood up. “I don’t know if I could do that.”
Zach’s mind raced—what was he saying? This was insane. It wasn’t supposed to be impressive, it was supposed to be horrible. Nobody should be overweight. But he looked into Mark’s handsome face and his heart melted.
“Oh, I’m sure you get big too if you tried.” Mark said as he placed his hand on Zach’s flat stomach. “And I’m sure I’ve got some great pointers.”
“Maybe I could, but I doubt I’d look as handsome as you do.”
“What? That’s—you don’t have to say that.”
Of course he did have to say anything, but this was bizarre. How often did you see a skinny guy get so fat and look so good while doing it? To Zach, it was unheard of.
“I really mean it. You’re rocking it, man.”
“Thank you—that…” Mark almost seemed to be getting choked up. “That’s the nicest thing someone’s said about how I look.” Zach didn’t know what to say to that, so he waited until Mark continued: “Intellectually, I know I need to lose weight, but on an emotional level, I just don’t care. Sure, it would be great to be thin again, I guess, but that would require, you know, not eating.” He went silent.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s no one’s body but yours.” With only a shrug from Mark as a reply, Zach continued: “If you lived on a deserted island with everything you needed, would you still think you needed to lose weight?”
“No. Definitely not.”
“I know that’s not a realistic scenario, but…” Zach trailed off.
“No, you’re onto something. And this is all so—wow, I’ve never talked to someone about this.” Mark laughed nervously. “But I really don’t hate my body. It’s more…I hate that other people might hate my body.”
“I don’t hate it. Quite the contrary.”
“Well, you’re probably the exception.”
“Sounds like we’re both an exception.” Zach stepped closer. They looked into each other’s eyes. Zach slipped his hands around Mark’s sides and let his fingers sink into Mark’s exquisitely rounded love handles. He leaned in and kissed Mark. “To me, you’re perfect the way you are.”
“How can that be?” Mark said. “How is this happening?”
“I don’t know.” Zach said. “Maybe it surprises you—maybe it surprises me too—but it’s the truth: you’re so handsome.”
“Zach—” Mark pulled him into an embrace. A wave of pleasure washed over Zach as his thin body pressed softly, gently into Mark’s fat one. “I haven’t felt like this since I was skinny. Thank you.”
“Feel like what?” Zach asked, genuinely unsure of what he meant.
“Felt…like…attractive.” His brow furrowed. “That’s not exactly right. I feel attractive when I’m by myself, but to feel attractive when I’m around an attractive guy like you is…great.”
Zach’s mind felt like it was on fire—Mark found him attractive! He wanted to sing. But he kept his mind on the conversation at hand.
“You’re easily handsomer than me.” Zach said.
“Nonsense—you’re adorable.”
“Thank you.”
They kissed again, this time softly and deeply.
“I guess I should try the shirt on too.” Mark observed.
“Yeah—go ahead.”
Mark peeled off the skin-tight tank top while Zach drank in the sight of Mark’s cushioned torso. He was suddenly possessed by the desire to put his face between his doughy pecs, but propriety held him back—this time. The shirt fit better than the tank top, with just the right hint of strain across his navel.
After the shirt was purchased and they were heading out of the store, Zach asked, “Hey, want to grab some food?”
“Yeah, I’d like that. As long as we can do some more shopping after.” Mark pulled at the bottom of his original shirt. “Things are getting a bit snug.”
“Always glad to help a man in need.” Zach pushed against Mark’s lower belly and watched it sink inward.
“A regular knight in shining armor,” Mark said with a laugh.
For their meal, Zach made a point of ordering after Mark so he could order the same thing. He wanted to do everything he could to make Mark feel comfortable around him. He was pleasantly surprised that, despite the meal being much bigger than he would normally eat, he was able to eat it all without feeling uncomfortable. Their amiable conversation continued as they shopped for Mark, but even that had to eventually end, as Mark had plans to meet a friend.
They reached the parking lot, where their paths separated.
“Guess I’ll see you around.”
“Zach, I’d like to spend more time with you.”
“I want that too.” Zach smiled. “That was the best date I’ve had in a long time.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
They hugged briefly and departed. As he trotted to his car, Zach’s mind buzzed with possibility. What if there could be something lasting between them? If he could date a guy as attractive as Mark—well, that would be incredible. He imagined what that future could look like. A slide-show of photos passed through his mind, showing Zach growing to look more and more like Mark with each picture. Something about turning into the image of the man one loved sent a shudder of pleasure down Zach’s spine. That night, his mind, warmly ensconced in the vision of Mark’s glowingly chubby aura, dreamed of the gentle ecstasy of understanding, the ineffable pleasure of unexpected attraction.
He turned around. “Oh my god—Mark, how are you?”
Zach hugged Mark, his mind still processing what he had just seen. Back in his church days, Zach had been acquainted with Mark, a quiet, skinny kid barely cool enough to join Zach’s circle of friends. Zach remembered him being well-proportioned and not terrible looking, if not one of guys he’d had a crush back when he was a closeted church boy. But Mark had changed since Zach had last seen him: Mark’s gaunt frame had swelled in every direction with soft, velvety excess, leaving only the faintest traces of the teenager evident in the almost unrecognizable Dionysian figure Zach embraced. Mark hadn’t just filled out, he had perhaps doubled in size, his scrawny waistline enveloped by a bulging gut that hung over almost enough to hide his belt. He had totally let himself go. He transformed from an awkward twink to an eye-catchingly fat man. Zach’s instinct was to say, “Holy shit, you got big,” but he caught himself, instead exchanging the polite small talk in which an old acquaintances should indulge.
“Yeah, I saw you while I was shopping and wanted to say hi.” Mark said. “We should hang out some time. It’s been forever.”
“My shift ends in fifteen minutes if you’re around now.”
“Yeah, that would be great.” Mark pointed out the store he’d wait at, and he trundled off. His legs were so thick, and his butt had gone from barely worth notice to filling out his jeans like twin balloons. Zach had to tear his eyes away. Was he feeling—attracted to Mark? No, that was crazy, but boners don’t lie. He passed the last minutes of his shift in a haze, unable to get Mark’s face out of his head, and how much it had rounded out. It was cute to think about his chubby dimples popping with a charming smile.
After he clocked out, Zach walked into the nearby store where he saw Mark’s bulk roaming in the back. His resplendent belly and doughy chest contorted the horizontal stripes on his skin-tight t-shirt. The lean contours of his stubble-adorned face had mostly vanished under a layer of fat, though his cheeks were still marked with those characteristic dimples. His chin doubled as he smiled to acknowledge Zach approaching.
“Oh, you’re just in time. Do you think these would look okay on me?”
He held up a striped t-shirt and a red tank top.
“I mean, yeah—I don’t see why not.”
“Okay if we stop by the fitting room real quick?” Mark asked.
Zach sat on the bench and watched as Mark took off his t-shirt. His belly popped out with a tantalizing bounce. Zach felt desperate—he had to say something, or he wouldn’t forgive himself.
“Hey, uh, Mark, I remember you being…skinnier.”
Mark’s face reddened. “Wait, have we not hung out since high school?”
Zach shook his head.
“Oh my god, no wonder you looked so surprised when you saw me.” Mark’s belly jiggled as he laughed. “Damn, I was so tiny, wasn’t I? Easily under 140 pounds.”
“Yeah, you were probably the skinniest one of us.”
“Well, not anymore.” He placed his hands on his belly. “I filled out a little bit.”
Zach wanted to touch Mark’s mysteriously mesmerizing torso, but instead he merely asked: “What happened?”
“College, I guess.” Mark played with his belly absentmindedly. “There was always food around, so I just ate constantly. I probably gained like 60 pounds during college.”
“Well, 200 pounds isn’t that big.”
“In hindsight, yeah…”
Mark’s belly bounced back into shape as he took his hands off it to don the red tank top. It was obvious now that Zach considered it: Mark was definitely a good bit bigger than 200 pounds. He wasn’t sure it was polite to go further with the conversation, but now was the only opportunity.
“How much do you weigh now, if it’s okay to ask?”
“It’s okay: I know I need to slim down.” Mark paused. “I’m about 280 pounds.”
“Wow, that’s…kind of amazing.”
Mark chuckled. “What, gaining 140 pounds?”
“Yeah, it’s…impressive.” Zach said quietly as he stood up. “I don’t know if I could do that.”
Zach’s mind raced—what was he saying? This was insane. It wasn’t supposed to be impressive, it was supposed to be horrible. Nobody should be overweight. But he looked into Mark’s handsome face and his heart melted.
“Oh, I’m sure you get big too if you tried.” Mark said as he placed his hand on Zach’s flat stomach. “And I’m sure I’ve got some great pointers.”
“Maybe I could, but I doubt I’d look as handsome as you do.”
“What? That’s—you don’t have to say that.”
Of course he did have to say anything, but this was bizarre. How often did you see a skinny guy get so fat and look so good while doing it? To Zach, it was unheard of.
“I really mean it. You’re rocking it, man.”
“Thank you—that…” Mark almost seemed to be getting choked up. “That’s the nicest thing someone’s said about how I look.” Zach didn’t know what to say to that, so he waited until Mark continued: “Intellectually, I know I need to lose weight, but on an emotional level, I just don’t care. Sure, it would be great to be thin again, I guess, but that would require, you know, not eating.” He went silent.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s no one’s body but yours.” With only a shrug from Mark as a reply, Zach continued: “If you lived on a deserted island with everything you needed, would you still think you needed to lose weight?”
“No. Definitely not.”
“I know that’s not a realistic scenario, but…” Zach trailed off.
“No, you’re onto something. And this is all so—wow, I’ve never talked to someone about this.” Mark laughed nervously. “But I really don’t hate my body. It’s more…I hate that other people might hate my body.”
“I don’t hate it. Quite the contrary.”
“Well, you’re probably the exception.”
“Sounds like we’re both an exception.” Zach stepped closer. They looked into each other’s eyes. Zach slipped his hands around Mark’s sides and let his fingers sink into Mark’s exquisitely rounded love handles. He leaned in and kissed Mark. “To me, you’re perfect the way you are.”
“How can that be?” Mark said. “How is this happening?”
“I don’t know.” Zach said. “Maybe it surprises you—maybe it surprises me too—but it’s the truth: you’re so handsome.”
“Zach—” Mark pulled him into an embrace. A wave of pleasure washed over Zach as his thin body pressed softly, gently into Mark’s fat one. “I haven’t felt like this since I was skinny. Thank you.”
“Feel like what?” Zach asked, genuinely unsure of what he meant.
“Felt…like…attractive.” His brow furrowed. “That’s not exactly right. I feel attractive when I’m by myself, but to feel attractive when I’m around an attractive guy like you is…great.”
Zach’s mind felt like it was on fire—Mark found him attractive! He wanted to sing. But he kept his mind on the conversation at hand.
“You’re easily handsomer than me.” Zach said.
“Nonsense—you’re adorable.”
“Thank you.”
They kissed again, this time softly and deeply.
“I guess I should try the shirt on too.” Mark observed.
“Yeah—go ahead.”
Mark peeled off the skin-tight tank top while Zach drank in the sight of Mark’s cushioned torso. He was suddenly possessed by the desire to put his face between his doughy pecs, but propriety held him back—this time. The shirt fit better than the tank top, with just the right hint of strain across his navel.
After the shirt was purchased and they were heading out of the store, Zach asked, “Hey, want to grab some food?”
“Yeah, I’d like that. As long as we can do some more shopping after.” Mark pulled at the bottom of his original shirt. “Things are getting a bit snug.”
“Always glad to help a man in need.” Zach pushed against Mark’s lower belly and watched it sink inward.
“A regular knight in shining armor,” Mark said with a laugh.
For their meal, Zach made a point of ordering after Mark so he could order the same thing. He wanted to do everything he could to make Mark feel comfortable around him. He was pleasantly surprised that, despite the meal being much bigger than he would normally eat, he was able to eat it all without feeling uncomfortable. Their amiable conversation continued as they shopped for Mark, but even that had to eventually end, as Mark had plans to meet a friend.
They reached the parking lot, where their paths separated.
“Guess I’ll see you around.”
“Zach, I’d like to spend more time with you.”
“I want that too.” Zach smiled. “That was the best date I’ve had in a long time.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
They hugged briefly and departed. As he trotted to his car, Zach’s mind buzzed with possibility. What if there could be something lasting between them? If he could date a guy as attractive as Mark—well, that would be incredible. He imagined what that future could look like. A slide-show of photos passed through his mind, showing Zach growing to look more and more like Mark with each picture. Something about turning into the image of the man one loved sent a shudder of pleasure down Zach’s spine. That night, his mind, warmly ensconced in the vision of Mark’s glowingly chubby aura, dreamed of the gentle ecstasy of understanding, the ineffable pleasure of unexpected attraction.
sweet and sexy tale
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