Nila reached over and grabbed a handful of the rich cheesecake. Glenn opened his 
mouth to receive the treat, licking her fingers dry very slowly. She smirked, rubbing his 
pudgy chest with her free hand. Another handful of cheesecake came to his maw, this 
time covering his lips and whiskers. His long tongue unsuccessfully tried to clean his 
face, and a thin claw came up to skillfully wipe his whiskers, stopping to let him lick her 
finger clean again.
	Glenn smiled, his fat cheeks forming the dimples she loved so much.
	"I don't think I can eat another bite."
	Nila narrowed her eyes, grabbing a large cup with a bendable straw off of the 
coffee table behind her. "It's chocolate."
	Glenn bit his bottom lip. "Sorry, babe. I'll explode."
	She didn't flinch, just put the milkshake back on the table. "Time for your 
massage, deary?"
	Glenn nodded, smiling even wider. He leaned his head back, resting it on the 
thick pad of fat that formed between his neck and the back of the couch.
	Nila thrust both of her hands into his immense round stomach, relishing the 
feeling of his fat spilling over her clawed fingers. Deeper and deeper she pressed, sending 
ripples all over his chubby body. She gritted her teeth, feeling the desire build in her 
blood. Faster and deeper she rubbed.
	"You are so fat. . ." she began. She felt her pulse quicken and her temperature 
rise. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, wetting her lips. "I want you, I want you and 
your tubby, fat, soft, round, body." Her grip tightened; he felt her claws biting into his 
roll of flesh as she continued her now violent massaging. With one fluid motion she 
jumped onto his lap, both legs squeezing his trunk-like flabby thighs with her own. She 
continued her rubbing of his gigantic stomach. The softness of his fat combined with the 
pressure she felt from his overfull digestive system brought her almost to ecstasy.
	At once, he snapped up his head, staring into her eyes. There was no romance in 
her eyes, just pure lust. Instantly their lips locked, their tongues intertwined. Their crazed 
naked fondling suddenly became more. She felt his member against her, and she was 
ready to consummate the act.
	The sound of keys into the door killed the passion in the room. Nila yelped and 
lept behind the couch. Glenn clumsily leaned over, grabbing his clothes. He couldn't do it 
quickly enough, his elephantine gut got in the way. Dan opened the door, swaddled 
heavily against the cold in layer upon layer of thick clothing. Glenn sheepishly pulled the 
clothing over his pudgy naked form. Dan's expression remained the same, narrowed 
eyes, slight frown affixed. 
	"H-h-hey, I thought you didn't get off work until 10" stammered Glenn.
	Dan kept his stare on him. "You know what, you're right. I wasn't supposed to 
home until later. I'm sorry. Continue going at it in your twisted way on my sofa which I 
planned to watch TV on later."
	Glenn stood, the clothes covering his vitals and a tiny portion of his protruding 
gut. Nila poked her head above the back of the couch  "Clothes." She hissed.
	Dan reached down and grabbed the discarded pants, throwing them over the sofa. 
They heard Nila rustling with her clothes.
	Dan wasted no time. He shut of the stereo, grabbing his tape composed solely for 
the purpose of heightening the passion on his dates. He looked at the fire burning in the 
fireplace with disdain, and then stormed off into his room, slamming the door behind 
him. 
	"Glenn?"
	He turned back to Nila, who was still behind the couch. "Can I have my blouse?"
	Glenn gritted his teeth and pulled his cheeks back, tossing her the lavender silk 
blouse he was using to cover his privates.

	Dan heard a knock at his door. He felt guilty for treating them so badly; it wasn't 
their fault. "Come in."
	Glenn entered, fully clothed now. Dan couldn't face him.
	"Look, I'm sorry if we . . ."
	"Don't be. I can't be mad at you for having a romantic morning with Nila. I got 
fired."
	"Aw, shit, that's tough."
	"Yeah, I fell shitty about coming home and taking it out on you two."
	"Hey, look, I'll call Clarise, she can throw your name around. Maybe someone 
will bite."
	"Thanks, you're a great friend."
	"Take the rest of the day off. You need a break."
	
	Nila was smoothing out her wrinkled blouse when he came back into their room. 
She regarded herself in the mirror for some time after he entered, and he immidiatly 
removed his clothes. As he searched in his closet for something or other, she came up 
behind him and queezed him about his flabby midsection.
	"Not now."
	"Why not, butterball? Dan doesn't have a key to our door." She squeezed a bit 
harder.
	He turned and kissed her. "I've got to be at the mall in an hour."
	She looked down at his body, the landscape of white-furred flesh, forming a large, 
bouncy ball protruding in front of his boxer shorts.
	"You have gained so much weight lately."
	HE smiled. "I think that is your fault. Four months ago I was just a little plump, 
now I am so fat my stomach sits on both armrests on an airplane. You stuff me full of the 
most scrumptious treats and now look at me." He shook his stomach up and down, 
feeling it bounce.
	Nila gave him a peck on the cheek. "You are the tubbiest mouse I have ever 
dated, and I must say, I love it."
	Glenn pushed her away. "I want nothing more than to throw you on that bed and 
ravish you right here. But I have to go to work."
	She looked crushed, but unwrapped her arms from his fat figure and continued 
straightening up her clothes. Glenn removed his Santa suit from the closet and proceeded 
to dress. She watched as he discarded the padding that was supposed to make him look 
fatter. He didn't need it now. She watched with pleasure as he struggled to get the shirt 
closed around his round tummy. Too fat for a Santa costume. Wow, that was sexy. It took 
all the willpower she had not to rip the suit off.
	"How are sales going?" Said the chubby mouse, stepping up next to her. HE was 
too close to the mirror to see his entire reflection.
	Nila brushed her black fur on her head and neck as they talked. "I had a buyer 
who backed out on me. He wanted a very expensive set of china, and I found a good one. 
But he had another dealer who found one faster. So now I'm out a several hundred, 
Christmastime no less.
	"How good are they? Maybe I could use a new set of china."
	"No, Glenn, I am not going to let you absorb my business mistakes. You have 
better things to spend your money on."
	Glenn put his hands on her shoulders and began to massage her muscles. "Why 
don't you ever ask me for help? It's not like I can't afford it."
	"I'm already staying in your duplex. I hate depending on you, you know that."
	"Well, I'm off to play Santa. What time will you be home?"
	"I'm not sure. I need to call some clients, and then I am going shopping for a set 
of wood-block prints. Maybe some other pieces, too. My inventory is down, and 
Christmas is a week away."
	"You talk to Clarise?"
	"No. She deals in apartments that are 'post-modernistic' or some shit like that. 
People that rich don't care about antiques, all they want is something stylish that they can 
jettison when the newest fad comes around. Our clients don't overlap."
	They kissed and parted; he loved playing Santa from the children, one of the few 
things he looked forward to in the winter. Generally his best writing was done deep into 
spring, and he wanted to finish his latest novel by the end of next year. They both knew it 
wasn't his writing that kept his house and car paid for. His father's wealth sat in the bank, 
and the interest was more than enough to support him.
	Nila stepped into the bathroom; Dan was brushing his fur in front of the mirror.
	"Mind if I share the bathroom with you?"
	"Yeah, sure."
	She located her jewelry box, sorting through it for her favorite earrings.
	Dan turned to her. "Mind if I ask you something?"
	"What's on your mind?"
	"When did you first start liking Glenn?"
	Nila smiled. "God, it must have been ten years ago. I had broken my ankle a few 
days before the Valentine's dance, I was a sophomore, he was a junior. I was in my most 
fashionable clothes, and I had a cast on my leg . . ."

	I hated the music, the fog machine, the colored lighting, all of it. I sat in my chair, 
watching all my girlfriends have fun dancing with all the cutest boys.  Over there by the 
bleachers I had a vantage point all through the gym. Everyone was having a good time 
except me. My head hurt from the vibrations of the amplifiers. I wallowed in my misery 
for nearly forty-five minutes.
	I did notice him sit next to me. He was a tall mouse, and quite a bit pudgy. He 
smiled at me  briefly, but didn't dare retain eye contact for very long. I returned the smile. 
As I tried to look away, my crutch toppled over. He scooped it up for me.
	"Thanks."
	He still didn't say anything. It was up to me to break the ice.
	"Aren't you in my Algebra class?"
	"Yes, I am."
	"Well, I'm Nila."
	"I know who you are. Its hard not to."
	I smiled; I was very popular back then. "And what is your name?"
	"Glenn."
	I extended my hand; palm downward, a ladylike fashion. He shook it politely, his 
hand nervously shaking. I struck up a conversation. I knew he was cute, and I wanted to 
ask him out more than anything. But something inside screamed at me that I would never 
hear the end of this. So I played it cool, sticking to the polite casual conversation I had 
had so many times before with other guys. He seemed terrified of bringing up a new 
subject. I did most of the talking. For twenty minutes I talked about myself. He was a 
very good listener, nodding in agreement whenever I brought up a new point. But my 
headache was getting worse in the light of the disgusting noise the others were dancing 
to. I finally stood up, quite a task because of my ankle.
	"It was very nice to meet you, Glenn, but I believe I will be heading home. I have 
developed a headache." It felt very odd acting so polite, it was not the usual M/O in high 
school.
	"Do you need a ride?"
	I stopped for a minute. I was only fifteen; I couldn't drive yet. I had originally 
planned to go home with a friend, but it was only 8:30. To get home I would have to call 
my mother and wait for her outside.
	"That's very nice of you, but I live quite a ways from here."
	"It's okay. I'm not exactly having a great tie here. I've got nothing better to do."
	Part of me wanted to say no. And part of me wanted to say yes. It wouldn't have 
been the first time a guy had given me a ride only to stop and want to make out. Glenn 
seemed different.
	"Okay, but I warned you."
	He patiently walked me to his car, an ancient American model. It took quite a 
while, considering I had to take the wheelchair ramps and hobble along slowly. Glenn 
never showed the slightest hint of annoyance. He open the door for me, grabbing some 
trash off of the passenger seat.  I pretended not to notice that the overwhelming majority 
of it was candy and fast food wrappers. He settled me into the seat, and walked over to 
the driver's side, and away we went.
	All through the drive, he constantly asked if I was comfortable. He left the radio 
up to my discretion, adjusted the A/C to whatever I wanted. I could tell he was hot, yet he 
kept it warm for me. He never seemed to care about his own comfort, only mine. I did not 
know my way around town, and twice I sent him down long stretches by way of a wrong 
turn. I felt incredibly stupid, yet he didn't notice.
	Finally, we arrived at my house. He walked me to the door, and I said a thank 
you. He smiled and went back to his car and drove away.
	I went upstairs and began to read a book I had been trying to finish for weeks. I 
thought about my friends, they would want to know what happened to me. I went 
downstairs to get my cell phone in case they called.
	Went I checked the kitchen counter for my purse, my heart skipped a beat. I had 
left it in his car. I didn't have his phone number or even his last name. I felt wretched. I 
sat on the couch and wondered when I might see him again. It was a long weekend, we 
wouldn't have class together until Tuesday. For nearly an hour I wondered what to do 
about my friends who still thought I was at the dance.
	And then there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and there was Glenn. He had 
changed his clothes, so he had obviously made it home. He held my purse out for me.
	"You left this in my car."
	"That's. . ." I stammered. It was the nicest thing any boy my age had ever done 
for me. They all loved to flirt, but when it came down to real deeds of affection, they 
always came up short. "Thank you Glenn. I was just worrying about this."
	We stood there in the heat for a few seconds. I wanted to kiss him, and at the 
same time I felt the barbs of my superficial friends opinions.
	"Good night, then." He said, and he turned to go home. I realize now I should 
have stopped him, told him to come inside and have some coffee. But I didn't.
	After that, I would see him in the halls and give him a polite smile. I watched him 
starve himself as he sat alone at lunch, and a week later he would pig out for solace.  I 
always watched him, but I never dared talk to him in a friendly way again. After high 
school, I got married to a real son-of-a-bitch, and when it was over, I felt miserable. I 
remembered him, and I wanted to know why I had been so stupid to let him be alone all 
that time.

	"And then, one day, I saw him on the street. I pulled him aside and chatted him 
up. As he turned to go, I told myself I wouldn't let him sulk away again."
	"That's it?" Dan said sarcastically. "Is that the best way to get a girl? Bring them 
a lost handbag?"
	Nila shook her head. Dan was never serious about anything. "Oh, shit, you made 
me waste so much time reminiscing. I have to hurry." With that, she walked out of the 
bathroom.

	Dan met Glenn again that night, this time in his favorite hole in the wall (and in 
the food) restaurant. He had changed out of his Santa suit, now bundled even more 
closely against te cold. He sat at a table in the back of the shop, going throw a platter of at 
least a dozen assorted donuts, with a tall glass of chocolate milk besides. Glenn waved 
Dan over.
	"I made some calls." He said with his mouth full.
	"Thanks, buddy. Hey, that stud is really fattening. Maybe you should lighten up. 
A bit." Dan said as he sat down.
	"Why would I want to do that?"
	"Well, I'm a bit worried about how fat you've gotten lately."
	Glenn swallowed. "Really? That's not the vibe I'm getting from you."
	"And what, pray tell, is that?"
	"Do you remember when we used to go out all the time?"
	Dan did. They were quite busy back in their college days. Every weekend they 
would hit clubs, bars, coffee shops, or karaoke bars. As he remembered, it was quite a 
time.
	Glenn continued. "I was always your fat, self-conscious, low self-esteem friend. I 
would cheer you on as you chatted up mice, I would stand at the bar at the clubs. I liked 
hanging out with you, but you were always the charming one. You were the cute one. 
Countless times there would be three people in the car on the way home, and I would 
spend a nice celibate night with Ben & Jerry my room while I listened to you go at it like 
crazed rabbits. Now, I have found a mouse who loves me. You can't understand why 
someone like me could find love before you could. You miss being the sexy one, the one 
who makes heads turn. You miss being so much happier in comparison to me."
	Dan was flabbergasted. He never expected Glenn to talk to him like this. He 
stared, slack-jawed, as Glenn grabbed three donuts and left some money on the table to 
cover the check.
	"Look, maybe I was a little to harsh. Let's talk again later."
	Dan couldn't meet his eyes. He was busy wondering if that was what he was 
worried about.

	Glenn came in the back door and gave Nila a kiss on her neck. She modestly 
raised her shoulder as he did. She was slaving away in the kitchen again, doubtlessly 
preparing another feast.
	"What is it this time?"
	"Chicken parmesan."
	Glenn licked his lips. The thirty minutes it had been since he had consumed his 
last donut were suddenly elongated to days. He felt hungry again.
	"Are we going to finish what we started this morning?"
	"You bet, tubbo." Nila squeaked as she removed two large portions and put them 
on a plate. "Go get undressed."
	Glenn smiled and did as she asked. He lay unclothed on the bed, and in a few 
minutes, she joined him. She lay propped up on one elbow, carrying forkfuls of the 
fattening treat to his mouth. He savored several bites for a long time.
	"If we keep this up, I will be too fat for my Santa costume soon."
	"I saw you trying to squeeze into that thing this morning. You are already too fat 
for it. Besides, I called Richard and told him to work on a costume that is five inches 
bigger around the waist."
	Glenn raised his head and grabbed his mountain of fat. "Five inches! I can't get 
that much fatter very quickly!"
	"You can do it by the morning if your would shut up and eat." She climbed 
astride his astronomically proportioned tummy, squeezing her thighs together. She felt 
him begin to overlap her legs. He opened his mouth, wanting more. Instead, she leaned 
over and inserted her tongue into it.