Ron McLean Junior parked his small crossover SUV in front of Sandra's house. He took a deep breath and got out.
It had been nearly two months since they'd seen each other in person. They'd met in high school and had been officially dating now for almost three years. Then things had changed. Ron had gone to college but Sandra hadn't. She'd stayed home to help care for her father, he was massively obese, with dozens of health problems that had left him bed confined. Sandra's entire family was fat. Her older brother had moved out but Ron understood he was more or less housebound. Her younger sister was still in high school but had already developed a pronounced waddle. Sandra's mother, while fat as well, was actually the thinnest of the bunch, but she was still morbidly obese, with a drooping apron belly and wide flat ass.
Ron mused on his own mom, she was also mostly confined to bed by her weight nowadays. In fact, Ron reflected as he rang the doorbell, he hadn't seen her get out of bed since he'd before he'd left home for college. She'd just laid there in bed, massive belly sprawled out between her legs, reading her book or surfing the internet on her iPad. She'd even had his father come in and help her change out her pure wick catheter, something Ron had no idea she had.
The door opened and there was Sandra. She was dressed up in a modest
black dress. Black leggings covered her legs. She had earrings but no
makeup. Her parents were very particular and conservative about what
clothes she could wear, according to Sandra. Which
Ron thought was a strange policy for a father to prescribe when he was so massively
obese he could only wear a bed sheet for modesty. Ron didn't mind.
Despite the conservative getup there was no hiding her size, especially
her hips and butt. In fact, Ron guessed, she was fatter then
her own mother. He was right. Sandra was 467lbs, exactly 60lbs heavier
then her mom, although she didn't know it. She didn't really pay much
attention to her the exact number of her weight.
Ron wasn't too sure which side of the family she got her body from since her Dad was a massively round man, his head swallowed in his fat chest, and her mother's fat was mostly in her belly. Since Ron had last seen her he could tell Sandra had added weight to her hips and legs. Her belly had also grown too, the slight bulging pot belly turning into a sort of saggy sack that was starting to droop towards her waist. As Ron let her precede him down the sidewalk to his car he watched her walk. Or rather, waddle. Her ass rose and fell heavily with each step and she'd gone from the suggestion of a waddle to a rather obvious one.
She slid into Ron's car and pulled the door shut, the car leaning down towards that side. Ron got into the driver's seat. "So..." She said. She was breathing heavily, but she'd always gotten out of breath very easily. She'd always been out of shape. "Where are we going to dinner?" Her eyes were shining, the way they always did when she was thinking about food, or it was mentioned.
The restaurant was crowded, because of course it was. The hostess took a look at the two of them, hesitated a second and said "We have a table prepared for you up in the balcony." Ron couldn't be sure but he thought the hostess almost stammered on balcony looking at Sandra.
Sandra nodded and smiled at her. "Thank you." She said. Sandra gripped the railing, and then, one foot in front of the other, started to power her way up the stairs. Ron followed behind. Sandra was slow, but determined, fighting her way up the steps all without a break. Which was very impressive, especially as she got out of breath with the first three or four steps. Ron followed slowly behind her, trying not to look at her ass as it wobbled in her dress. But looking at her flabby legs wasn't much better and he had to look away to avoid a reaction happening inside his dress pants.
Sandra made it to the top. She was out of breath and panting but she squeezed down the aisle to their table. It was the third down. Ron noted she had to press her hip against the railing so her other hip didn't hit anyone's table, but it still came close a couple times.
Ron grabbed the chair out for Sandra when they got to the table. Mostly because he didn't know how she'd turn around to get into the one facing the way they'd come. She slid into it gratefully. Ron moved to face her and the hostess gave them the menus and vanished.
They ordered and Ron settled in for their date. It was almost too easy. He suggested 'appetizers to share' and she went for it. She got a big main course too, and he caught her eying the dessert selection too.
The problems started before their drinks even arrived. And it continued through the whole meal. People stared at her, some even glowered, hostile towards her because of her size. And every time someone tried to pass, they either shied away from her obviously, or they brushed past her hips. Sandra tried to adjust, but she was squeezed between the wall and the aisle. It was warm up there, and soon Ron could faintly smell Sandra. Not the perfume she'd covered herself in before they left, it was the unmistakable sweaty fat fold smell. Sandra knew she was sweaty, and knew she smelled and it was embarrassing.
Sandra wasn't a very public person and the attention started to make her uncomfortable. She tried to push through the discomfort. At first it worked. Their Server of course didn't say anything, and everyone else soon got over it. The appetizers had been finished. The main course delivered. Then a woman slid past her and her husband brushed into her. Sandra glanced up and met the woman's eyes. "Honestly" She almost snapped, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the faint odor of Sandra's B.O. "People like you should be ashamed of yourself. The least you could do is be considerate and ask to be seated on the ground floor." And she turned and swept away along the balcony. Sandra looked at her plate and started to eat to hide the tears.
Ron tried to make things better, but Sandra just didn't respond. She finished the whole thing and when Ron asked about dessert she just shook her head. The first time ever - to Ron's knowledge - she'd turned it down. Ron supposed he should have confronted the woman or something, but he'd been caught by surprise. Now he didn't know how to broach the subject.
When it was time to go, Sandra managed to get up okay, but turning around was a challenge. Her right ass cheek caught the table and it bumped into the wall. Everyone looked at them because of the sound. Sandra made an effort to get down the narrow balcony without bumping into people, but she was flustered, and that made it inevitable. She apologized several times. Then she had to grip the railing and slowly navigate the stairs, while the next party waited for her to get down so they could come up to their seats, this time a man had a sneer on his face. A teenager whispered something to his brother and they giggled. Sandra looked down, ashamed.
Ron drove them home in silence, the smell of Sandra's sweat filled the small car. Sandra sniffed a few times but was otherwise motionless. Ron's heart ached for Sandra, and he felt like it was all his fault.
He helped her out of the car when they got back. She turned away, her eyes wet, and started for the house.
"Goodnight." Ron said to her back. "Happy Valentines Day."
Sandra spun around, her butt and belly jiggling and bouncing from the movement. "DON'T YOU GET IT!?" She almost screamed at Ron. "I'M TOO FUCKING FAT!"
Ron shied back against the car. His eyes met her's. Those beautiful eyes shrouded in that fleshy face and he could see the humiliation and the pain. "Don't you get it?" He asked her quietly. "I like it. I love your size."
Her eyes widened. "What?" Ron repeated himself. "But... I... I'm... I mean, I stink, I'm fat..."
Ron crossed to her. He took her in his arms, her flab pressing against him. He felt himself getting hard. "I love it." He said. "I love it all. I love you."
The tears started to run down Sandra's face. "I love you too." She said, and Ron pulled her against his chest. He felt like a million dollars, and in his mind he could already see her getting bigger, him bringing her food... "Ron" Sandra said and pulled back a little. "Just... I mean... you know this is me right? This isn't going to change."
Ron pulled her to him again, her flesh starting to swallow him. "Good."
