She noticed Bastien was moving towards the edge of the pool. This was her favourite part. While it was en vogue to cruelly compare fat people to whales, it was hard to come up with any other way to describe his egress from the pool. Bastien was a whale beaching himself in order to get out of the water! She watched as he made a few attempts to raise his massive stomach high enough to get it over the lip of the pool. She lamented that this technique wouldn�t last much longer. But she watched his flab jump around as he flopped up onto the deck, a tidal wave of water running back to the pool behind him.
She took in the sight of him gently strolling over to his own deck chair. It had cost them a lot of money, but it should hold him for at least another 200 pounds. He was slow on his feet, but she loved it. The deliberate strides he took just added to his gravity. God, who couldn�t love a figure like that?
He slowly lowered into the lounge chair. She loved seeing his fat poke through the bands of rubber. It always left marks on his back, but his massive girth was spread enough that that it didn�t hurt him, that he ever let on. When he was ready she came over with the sunscreen.
She couldn�t imagine what he�d look like if he didn�t tan. That much flesh would be hard on the eyes if it was a pale white instead of the pleasant brownish he had acquired. Rubbing on the sunscreen was one of the many pleasures she was afforded throughout a typical day with Bastien. It took about 10 minutes to completely cover him. She could have gone faster, but she enjoyed taking her time, kneading the cool cream into every inch of his gigantic stomach, huge thighs and wide arms. After � hour she got to repeat this process slathering cream over his massive back and thighs.
With his daily swim and tanning complete, Georgia knew it was time for dinner. Every day was a series of treats for Georgia. She loved Bastien absolutely. And anything that brought Bastien great pleasure also brought Georgia great pleasure. There was very little that brought Bastien more pleasure than dinner!
They had a personal chef who worked hard every day to ensure a great variety was available for dinner, and yet not to prepare more food than was necessary. It was upto Georgia to prepare plate after plate for Bastien to enjoy. Her challenge was to put together the right foods on each plate that Bastien would enjoy it most, and be ready for more when she had the next plate ready. Dinner that night took a full hour. It was hard to tell for sure, but Georgia suspected that Bastien ate just a little more every night. The raw glee on his face as another delicacy came into view was absolutely priceless to Georgia. Bastien lived for dinner, and Georgia lived to watch him eat it.
After dinner they would enjoy a movie in the living room. This was Georgia�s play time. While Bastien digested his considerable dinner, she would gently massage his stomach. This helped his stomach churn the food and digest easier, but she loved the feeling of plunging her fingers deep into the layers of far that covered his body.
With the movie finished, it was time for Bastien�s dessert. Again, this was Georgia�s responsibility, and she took it very seriously. They had an excellent stock kept in freezers, fridges and pantries. Tonight she pulled out a large New York style cheesecake. She knew that he�d never eaten one this big, but once she had slathered it in cherries, she was pretty sure he was ready for it.
She snuggled right into his fleshy folds, serving him bite after bite of the rich, creamy, sweet confection. She smiled as he groaned and said �no more�, not knowing she had given him the last bite!
With dessert securely within Bastien�s cavernous gut, it was time for bed. Georgia ran ahead to make sure everything was ready. Because of the strain his mass put on the bed, they�d had to get a heavily reinforced one that was low enough for him to easily get into. They also replaces mattresses frequently so that they were always comfortable.
Ready for bed, Georgia hid in a corner while Bastien entered the room. He was the personification of poetry in motion. Each stately step sent quakes up his body, folds of flesh shivering and quivering with each step. After hanging up his robe he moved to the bed like a majestic ocean liner cutting across the sea. He slowly lowered himself into bed, Georgia watching in absolute awe as rolls of fat lay against the mattress, spreading themselves out as they bore his incredible size.
She snuck up on him, using his own body to hide. She leapt up between his legs, resting her entire body on top of his voluminous stomach. After arousing him with kisses, she turned around, pulled his stomach back and began to play with him.
At the same time he began stimulating her. Some may regret the lack of creativity allowed by Bastien�s size. However, just the thought of his enormous body was a major turn on for her. It was well worth the sacrifice. Besides, they had been doing this long enough that he knew exactly what she loved.
She worked him up to orgasm first. This was the part she loved the best. His entire body shook with an incredible force. She rode the waves of fat, gyrating in perfect rhythm. At this point he finished her off, her own spasms adding to the ripples of his huge body.
With satisfied smiles on their faces they drifted off to sleep. Georgia always cuddled up between Bastien�s arm and his side. In this perfect, warm, safe, soft cocoon she slept a perfect sleep, and dreamt of the days when Bastien wouldn�t be this skinny.