One of the benefits of being fat was a great ability to float on water. He just had a small raft that supported his head, the rest was forced underwater by his body.
After enjoying a good float, Bastien paddled over to the edge of the pool. He remembered how he used to just pull himself out of the pool, but that didn�t� happen any more. Instead, he�d developed a technique he called �beaching�. He would to a big kick, hopefully getting his centre of gravity just high enough to get his bulk over the lip of the pool so he could just pivot out, using his weight as momentum. It was working less and less often these days, he might need to find a new way out of the pool.
As the water beaded and ran down the massive folds of fat covering his body, Bastien slowly made his way over to the deck chair. He was very particular about his deck chairs, and thought about all the ones he had purchased over the years. It was tough to get one that was comfortable, and much more difficult to find one that could keep up with his physique. This last one was a beaut though. It had cost him $15,000 to get it custom designed and built, but he also would get a percentage of profits for any that were sold. It was a very heavy duty construction, with strong fabric that would cradle him, and was tested to hold 800 pounds. So, it should last a little while longer Bastien mused.
He gently lowered himself into it, still not sure it could take his entire weight all at once. He motioned to Georgia, his girlfriend, to come over and slather him up with sunscreen. He liked having a good tan, but getting a sunburn would be murder, he�d probably flake off 100 pounds of skin, who wants to deal with that!?
Bastien loved how Georgia applied the sunscreen on his body. She had worked up a perfect rhythm that lulled him into a pleasant doze. It took her about ten minutes to get him fully covered, but she enjoyed it, and it was a very pleasant massage for him. Just feeling his flesh moving back and forth as her hands moved quickly and firmly to apply the cool cream across his expansive stomach, his wide legs and his soft arms.
After half an hour of snoozing on his back she helped him turn over onto his back where she repeated the process to protect his colossal back and thighs from the sun�s rays.
Another half hour after that and it was time for dinner. Bastien got to his feet and pulled a mammoth robe on as he headed inside.
As per usual, their personal chef had set up a feast fit for a king. Bastien�s mouth watered as Georgia set about preparing a plate for him. She knew full well what would whet his appetite the most, and over the next hour Bastien enjoyed a culinary parade that bespoke volumes about how attuned Georgia and their chef were to his palate. Every evening he swore that was the best meal he�d ever had, and he couldn�t possibly eat any more, despite making the same claim the evening before.
After dinner Bastien and Georgia would sit down on the sofa to watch a movie. Getting a good, comfortable and durable sofa was difficult for Bastien. So he was always careful as he sat down for the evening. Georgia would sit beside him, gently rubbing his stomach, which always felt good as he worked at digesting his massive dinner.
After the movie Georgia would prepare a dessert for Bastien. It was always a surprise, but always a welcome one. Bastien would never cease to be amased that what she picked out for him would be just perfect. Tonight was a New York cheesecake, slathered in cherries and syrup. She snuggled right up to him, almost vanishing in his fleshy folds so she could feed him one delectable bite after another. Soon the cheese cake was finished, and they were ready to go to bed.
Despite being a large house, everything was located on one level. There was a basement, with utility rooms and such, but all the rooms that mattered were on the main floor. So it was a short walk from the rec room to the master bedroom.
Bastien hung up his robe, and slowly waddled to the bed. The frame was strongly reinforced, and lower the floor than normal. The mattress and box-spring were regularly replaced to make sure they were always comfortable. Like many things he did, Bastien slowly climbed into bed.
Georgia became very playful at this time of day. She would always approach the bed from blind spots created by Bastien�s own behemoth body. Tonight she came right up from under him, between his legs she lay her head on his soft flesh and pretended to sleep on her massive tanned pillow.
Because of his size, Bastien was rather limited when it came to sex. He was fat too heavy to be on top of Georgia, and he was far too wide for her to straddle. Although they tried new tricks from time to time tonight was a more normal encounter. She turned around on his body, lying down on his stomach with her legs open towards his head. She arched over his stomach and began to play with him.
At the same time he reached out and began to play with her.
While the encounter was routine for them, it was so well practised that they reached their usual climaxes. Indeed, Bastien would always orgasm first. The shudders of his body, rocked Georgia who still lay on top. These motions, along with the deft use of his hands sent ripples of pleasure through her as well. He loved the feeling of her spasms shaking his blubber as he was coming down.
With satisfied smiles on their faces, Bastien and Georgia would cuddle up for sleep. Georgia always lay between Bastien�s arm and side. It was a soft, cozy place for her, and it made Bastien feel very happy to have her nestled right in with him.