Date with a Gainer
 
I met him online. I didn't even check his name. He had talked to me about gaining and asked what I wanted to be. I told him I wanted to be 400 lbs but I really wanted to not be able to reach around my belly and have it hanging real good.
 
Then, he talked about wanting to have me go down to the town he was at. He'd had me eat all day. So, I met him down at Jack in the Box. We sat there and ordered a meal and got down to talking.
 
"So, how long have you been gaining," He asked.
 
I told him, "I stopped because of health reasons and peer pressure."
 
He said to me, "You should be how I want to be, "So, how do you want to be?"
 
But, I explained to him again in the same way.
 
I wanted to get beyond that. I wanted to go to his place and have him give me belly rubs as I ate food or as he fed me. I got choked up as I explained to him what I did like about gaining. I thought about him giving me belly rubs as I explained. I noticed my voice straining.
 
I looked at him. See, I wanted to hug him and kiss him and cuddle together, really. Feel loved. The gaining stuff and belly rubs was all secondary, like he himself put in his own profile. I liked that phrasing. I felt the same way.
 
We finished Jack in the box and I parted with him just so we could take our seperate cars to the next restaurant, a Mcdonalds. Then, a wendys, cold stone cremery, Q'doba. Red Robin, which I loved, and several other food places, ending up at a pub.
 
It was during this time I dared to caress his hand between the seafood place and Red Robin. I would have dared to ask him if I could rub his ball belly in one of the restaurants, out of view at least. I shied away.
 
He had an older face, he looked a little older than 47. I stared at his face. I grew to like it in a short time. I wanted to rub his hairy tummy more than anything, if he was willing to rub mine.
 
I didn't care what he looked like. I just wished I had enough money to buy more food for him. When I found myself staring into his eyes, his face was round, not flabby. He didn't have any facial hair but had hazel eyes, and head of short black hair.
 
I hoped to talk about my sexual desires to him and hoped they'd sync up. I was trembling at the bar sitting next to him and I got up and went over by the music player. I'd call it a jukebox but modern. It was like a media station that played music for a dollar and had a digital read-out.
 
He gave me a beer, a bud light. I was thankful for all this. If he didn't invite me or meet up with me then I'd have stayed back at my apartment, stuffing my own self on my limited budget and watching anime. It was sensual and dreamy to be there with him.