I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to reveal my date for the night: Alex!
He had told me in our on-line discussions that he was a "Big Boy" - about my age, and about my weight. From his descriptions of his favourite foods, I had hopes he would have about my appetite, too, but it's hard to judge on-line. The massive mound of man-meat at my door certainly met the age and weight description - he was huge, and handsome! His polo shirt covered all of his gut, and looked neat and tidy even as it stretched around a gut bigger than mine - though I hoped the khakis below had a stretch rugby waist, not a belt (couldn't tell, gut overhang, you know). His shoulders were much broader than mine, and his arms ditto - and my arms are impressively big and fat! His face - well, it was handsome, big cheeks, nice nose, big mouth, broad smile, warm twinkly eyes - and he had clearly spent some time on his hair, too.
"Mel?" he asked, standing there, looking delicious.
"You must be Alex?" I replied. "Ready to show a big girl a good time?"
"If that big girl is ready for a big boy to take her out!"
"I'm ready; let's go!"
I waddled my massive self out the door - putting on the fat girl slow strut for my hunky date - and looked to see
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