Best of the Big Boys

About 20 minutes before 8:00 (the start of the workday), I was still the only one in the office. I checked my emails and scrolled through social media. (In truth, I was trying to find Jonah's online presence, but no luck.)

And then a random customer walked into the office. I'd never seen him before. He had a friendly face and a morbidly obese body. Very pear-shaped. His chest was thick enough to jiggle and his hips were wide enough to brush against our narrow doorframe.

The guy was massive, but he carried himself with profound confidence.

I greeted him in the lobby. "Sorry, sir. But we're not open for another 20 minutes."

How did he even get inside? The doors were still locked.

"Eugene? Hey, it's me! Jonah!"

I stumbled backward. Lost my breath.

And I stared at the soft, enormous man in front of me. This really was Jonah. Outside of a neck that had gotten thicker than his head, he had the same handsome face. His wavy blond hair was a bit shorter, too. And the rest of him... It was like his muscular body had been inflated to double its size.

He laughed at my expression. "Yup. I'm a little different now. The modeling life. What can I tell ya?"

The confidence in his deep, familiar voice sapped away some of my shock. Even though his entire body had been absolutely destroyed, he didn't sound upset about it.

When I didn't say anything, he glanced around the office. "Looks different. Mind if you give me a tour?"

"Wh-what kind of modeling d-did you do?" I stuttered.

He looked down at his gut, as if reminding himself that it was there. It was big enough to droop well past his crotch, but he'd tucked the overhang into his dress pants, so I couldn't tell how much it truly sloped off of him.

Then his pudgy hands rubbed the top of his belly. There was pride on his face. "Plus-sized," he explained. "The agency specialized in exclusive clientele. I coulda gone the traditional route, but there's a lot more money in gaining. Big bonuses for every 30 pounds."

"Oh," I mumbled. What did he want me to say?

"But I missed this company," he continued. "And the people." He stepped closer when he said that last part. His belly wasn't touching me, but it was close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin. The guy was a furnace.

My heart pounded. Even though he was hundreds of pounds past his former, perfect body, that small bit of flirtation really got to me.

"W-well, we're glad to have you back." I shook his hand. Even his hand felt wonderfully warm.

Stop that, I told myself. Stop being so nervous.

The way my pulse was racing, it was like I was attracted to him. But of course that wasn't the case. I was still picturing the old Jonah, the one I'd inflated in my memory. The fact that he had the same charisma (and the same handsome face) didn't take away all the obvious reasons why he wasn't hot anymore.

"Let me show you around."

I was a bit more composed as I led him through the building, pointing out all the changes since the last time he was here. I showed him his new cubicle, which was directly in front of my personal office.

He laughed when he saw the cubicle. "Tight squeeze, huh?"

"I can, um, order a bigger chair if you need it."

He looked at me with profound gratitude, causing my pulse to speed up again. "Thank you!"

There was one more stop to the tour: our break room. That area hadn't changed since he left. He led him toward the small room and told him all the rules. (Mark all your food with a Sharpie. Stuff like that.)

He stood in the doorway. For the first time, his confidence was gone.

It took me a second to realize why. The room was too narrow for him to squeeze through. He'd had to walk sideways or his hips were get stuck between the counter and the table.

I scooted the table to the side.

Once again, he smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Eugene! These guys are the reason I had to quit modeling." His hands were on his wide, lumpy hips. "In the last 50 pounds, I'd gotten a bit too pear-shaped for a lot of our clients."

It was... I don't know, unnerving how matter-of-factly he spoke about his weight gain. His old career made him fat, and he was treating it like some another job requirement.

"Sorry to hear that," I said.

He walked toward me. Even with the extra room, his side brushed against the counter. Then he reached me. Got closer. "No worries. I kinda prefer this shape. More cushion for the pushin', right?"

I didn't respond.

He flinched. "I shouldn't have... Pretend I didn't say that. We're coworkers."

"It's okay. You know this office. We're all friends here."

"I remember." Then his eyes took me in. All of me. He liked what he saw.

And for the first time, I remembered how my own body had softened since he last saw me. It was barely anything compared to him, obviously. But I still looked bigger.

"You probably barely remember me from back then," he said. "But... I'm glad you're still here."

I didn't know how to interpret that.

His eyes were still on my stomach as he started to smile.

No. Not on my stomach. Lower.

Fuck!

Fuck fuck fuck!

There was a bulge in my pants. He just got me hard.

I raced around the table to hide myself.

"It's okay. I get that a lot." He patted the lump of belly fat that he'd tucked into his pants. "Not everyone has natural cover like me."

"I'm not... I mean..."

Jonah glanced over his shoulder at the open door. We were still the only ones in the building.

"I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better before I left," he said. "But second chances, right?" He waddled past the edge of the table. Got close enough to press his belly against me. I didn't have any room to back away. Not like I wanted to. "So what's the company policy on office dating?"

"It's... allowed," I sputtered.

He shifted on his feet just so his belly rubbed against me. "Good to know."

At that moment, our boss entered the office. I could hear his thudding footsteps. I didn't know how he'd react to Jonah's new body. (Jonah didn't do any interviews before he was rehired.) I didn't know how anyone else would react to our office hottie's supersized new look.

But I knew how I felt. I loved it. I loved every beautiful roll packed into his tight work clothes. I loved his size. And his warmth. And the way that his personality was exactly the same under all that softness.

He was unapproachably hot before, but now... He was gorgeous.

He stepped back, his hip accidentally knocking over a water bottle. "We'll talk later. I wanna see the rest of the crew!"

I watched his swaying hips as he walked out of the room.

Would I be this attracted to other guys this size? Probably not. But Jonah was special. I finally accepted that.

The End

I loved writing this character, so I'll probably return to him in the future.