Chapter 2: Building Tension
My name is Ian Walker and I love fat women. Growing up, I, like many others, was exposed to societal standards of beauty that often glorified a specific body type. However, as I navigated through life, my heart led me to a different path, one where I found myself embracing a genuine love for women with bigger bones. I don’t have anything against skinny women, it’s just that if you asked me what I’d prefer, I’d probably tell you that I’m into fat chicks.
If you’d asked me where I got it from, I would say that I got it from my parents. Let’s start with my dad, Chris Walker. The type of women that my dad liked were definitely on the curvier side, heck if you took one look at my mom you’d see that was definitely the case. Speaking of my mom, I may have been underselling her when I said she had curves, oh she had them and then some. Weighting around 500lbs she was definitely a sight to behold, with her round face, triple chin, turkey arms, tree trunk legs, sofa filling butt and a belly that could contain enough food to feed a village. Her appearance was one thing, her personality was another, as far as I remember she was just the kindest, sweetest woman she could possibly be, she’s was the perfect mom.
I remember a story my dad telling me about the night I was born. Apparently mom was so huge that she was having trouble giving birth to me, according to him one of the nurses had to get on top of her belly and push down on it to help squeeze me out of there and it worked. Although to be fair my dad is known for the occasional embellishment to make whatever story he’s telling a bit more interesting, so take that with a grain of salt.
Now as you’ve probably noticed I’ve been referring to my mom in the past tense. That’s because she died when I was 4 years old. From what I learned it had something to do with health problems regarding her obesity. My dad and me mourned her and could do nothing but keep living our lives. A year later after her passing, my dad asked me to come to the living room. Like a good son I came to the living room where he asks me to sit down, he wanted to talk to me about something.
“Ian, you know it’s been a year since your mother’s passing. Her passing was a difficult blow for us both, me especially. Before I continue, I just want to say, I loved and will always love your mom, she’ll always be in my heart” my dad said.
“Why are you saying this?” I asked.
“I’m seeing someone, Ian. We’ve been dating for six months and we’ve grown to love each other very much and today I thought it was time that you meet her. Her name is Sandy and she should be here any minute now” my dad said.
We waited for three minutes until we heard the doorbell ring, my dad got up to answer the door while I was still sitting in the living room. The news of my dad dating someone after my mom's passing was unexpected, to say the least. I didn't quite know how to process it all. But before I could think about it further the house was trembling all of a sudden, as if an earthquake was about to start. The tremors stopped and then my father came into the living room.
“Ian, I’d like to introduce you to Sandy” my dad said.
The tremors started again as Sandy entered the living room. Remember when I talked about how huge my mom was? Well Sandy had her beat. Her face was round with cheeks that made her look like a chipmunk stuffing nuts in its mouth, her arms are like if you stick the two biggest hams together, imagine the biggest thickest tree and you got the size of her legs, her butt was so huge that I didn’t think it could fit the biggest couch we had, her biggest feature was her belly, round and perfectly spherical as well as looking like it could hold enough enough food to feed half a city.
If you asked me how much she weighed, I’d estimate she’d be above 700lbs. Sandy then started walking towards me and with every step she took, the house shook, I realized then and there where the tremors were coming from. When Sandy came near me, she knelt down and it was then I noticed how tall she was. Even as she knelt, her bellybutton was at eye level with me. She then spoke.
“So you’re the Ian that Chris has been telling me about, it’s nice to meet you buddy” Sandy said with a warm smile, extending her hand for a handshake. I took a moment to process her words before extending my own hand to shake hers.
“H-H-Hello” I stammered, my shyness apparent as I greeted her.
Meeting new people had always made me a bit nervous, and this encounter was no exception. I guess she picked up on my shyness, cause the next thing I knew she picked me up and put me on her belly for better eye contact. I gotta admit, it did work. The sensation was unexpected, yet oddly comforting. My nerves seemed to fade a bit as I found myself looking directly into her eyes.
“There’s no need to be shy around me. Oh sure, on the outside I may look intimidating, but on the inside I’m a teddy bear” Sandy said.
“So what do you say, Ian? Want to give Sandy a chance?” my dad asked.
I looked at both my dad and Sandy, took a deep breath and I nodded yes. They both smiled and sighed in relief to my answer. After I gave my answer, my dad took us to a baseball game. We arrived, we took got our snacks and took our seats. It was great game and in the stadium had a good time from the sound of the cheering, except for the people who were unfortunate enough to sit behind Sandy, also dad had to get up every five minutes to get her snack, missing half the game, although he didn’t seem to mind.
The next few months was spent with me getting used to Sandy in our lives, as her visits to the house became more frequent as well as having dinner with me and my dad almost every night. She eventually moved in with us but by that time I’ve gotten more comfortable with Sandy. When she moved in, my dad and her just couldn’t keep themselves off each other. They were almost always hugging, kissing each other every night.
I also got to know her better. I learned that her favourite ice cream is cotton candy, she’s a fan of baseball, she doesn’t like scary movies and she loves cartoons. I remember us sitting on the couch, well actually she would sit on the couch and I would either sit on the floor or on her belly and we would watch cartoons together, laughing and crying as we did.
Then after one year of Sandy dating my dad, everything changed. It all started one night when Sandy and dad went out on a date night, leaving me with a babysitter. They came back sometime after I went to bed, the next morning I woke up and found them in the dining room and big smiles on their face.
“Oh! Ian, you’re up. Good, we need to tell you something” dad said with some excitement in his voice.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Well after your father and I have been dating for a year now, we’ve decided to take the next step in our relationship” Sandy said, also with some excitement in her voice.
“What do you mean?” I asked, still confused by what was going on.
“Last night I popped the question to her and she said yes!” Dad said.
“We’re going to get married” Sandy said, showing off the ring dad used to propose to her.
The realization hit me like a wave, washing away the fog of sleepiness. I stood there as I processed what dad and Sandy just told me. The way I reacted to the news is something that I’m not proud of.
“No! No, no, no, no! You’re not my mom! YOU’RE! NOT! MY! MOM!!!” I yelled, specifically at Sandy.
Dad and Sandy looked at me with shocked expressions on their faces, Sandy’s in particular looked like she was hurt by my words. I then bolted straight into my room, crying the whole time. I’m not a psychology major, but if I had to guess, I’d say that I wasn’t completely over my mom and I was fine with dad dating Sandy, but the fact that my dad was now engaged to her felt like he was betraying my mom.
So there I was in my room, on my bed and bawling my eyes out. I crying for, honestly I don’t know, it could have been five minutes, could have been 10 seconds, either way it felt like forever, when all of a sudden I felt the familiar trembling footsteps of Sandy as she stopped in front of my room and knocked on my door.
“Ian? Buddy? Can I come in?” She asked.
I didn’t answer back, to which she replied that she would come in anyway and opened the door. A thing I forgot to mention was that our doorways were too small for her to enter horizontally, so she had to enter them vertically, but even then she had trouble thanks to her humongous belly. Eventually she got in my room and started to talk.
“Hey buddy, I just want to say that I get it, you think me marrying your dad means that I want to replace her, but that’s not it at all” she said as she caressed my head.
“*sniff* It’s not?” I asked, still shedding tears.
“No, of course not. The reason we’re getting married is because we’ve grown to love each other very much and we want to spend the rest of our lives together. Also, just because he’s grown to love me doesn’t mean that loves your mom or even you less” Sandy said.
“He doesn’t?” I asked, wiping my tears away.
“No and who knows? Maybe one day you’ll call me mom or if you want you can still call me Sandy when me and your dad get married, that’s perfectly fine. So what do say? Are we still friends?” She asked.
She then spread out her arms, expecting or hoping that I’ll hug her. I got up, ran to her, hugged her belly and she proceeded to hug back, making sink into her fat a bit.
After we hugged, we came downstairs where I apologized to dad, he told me he appreciated it but that he deserved some of the blame as he should have discussed it with me before he proposed to Sandy. The next three months when we weren’t spending the time going to work or going to school in my case, was spent with them preparing for the wedding. Like making an appointment with the church, making reservations for the wedding reception, I was given the job of ring bearer and attending the rehearsals. Sandy in particular had to be measured for the wedding dress six times, as every time she would try it on, she had outgrown it.
The day of wedding came and the church was filled with people who were friends and family of ours. The ceremony was about to begin and I was given a pillow that had both my dad’s and Sandy’s ring. Once the ceremony did begin I came down the aisle after the maid of honor and the bridemaids, to join my dad and his best man on the altar. Then came Sandy’s big moment, ‘here comes the bride’ started playing and Sandy made her way down the aisle, shaking the church with every footstep she took. The priest was doing his thing and honestly the only part I remembered about this was me struggling not to fall asleep because of how bored I was.
The priest asked for the rings, I handed them to dad and Sandy, they put theirs on, they said they’re vows, then they said their ‘I do’s’ and then the priest told dad that he could kiss the bride, which proved difficult due to Sandy’s belly, to which she had to bend down in order for him to kiss her. There was applause, they got into the limo they were renting, everyone went to the reception where there was much celebration, speeches and dancing.
After the wedding, dad and Sandy went out on their honeymoon to Japan while I stayed at a friend’s place. When they got back they told me stories about their trip to Japan, like how Sandy was confused numerous times for a female sumo wrestler and some of the people even asked for pictures and autographs. They still enjoyed their trip regardless.
Things pretty much went back to normal, with Sandy taking her role as a wife very seriously. Cooking diner, doing laundry and even preparing a school lunch for me. Things were going pretty good. Until one day, a whole year after dad and her got married. Sandy began to experience fatigue, moments of nausea, and bouts of breathlessness during even the simplest tasks.
Dad called a babysitter to look after me and as soon as she arrived he took Sandy to the hospital. With the memories of my mom in the hospital, I was fearing the worst. After spending hours worrying about Sandy, they finally came back from the hospital. After the babysitter left, they asked me to come to the living room to talk to me and since I was already anxious, this didn’t help. I sat down and they began to talk.
“So we’re back from the hospital and we have some big news” dad said.
“It’s not bad, is it?” I asked with a worrisome tone.
“No, in fact this is some good news. When the doctor was examining me, he found a baby in my tummy” Sandy said, rubbing her belly and crying tears of joy.
“Huh?” I asked confused.
“You’re going to be a big brother Ian!” Dad said, his voice filled with joy.
As the reality of their words settled in, I couldn't help but smile. The worries and anxieties I felt pushed aside as we embraced this new chapter in our lives. At around eight weeks into her pregnancy Sandy went in for an ultrasound and discovered that her baby would be a girl, or should I say girls? Yep, in nine months she was going to give birth to twins. This made her and my dad nervous, but excited. In the six months during the pregnancy, we remodeled a room in house that was usually used to put worthless junk in and turned it to a new room for my future sisters.
Dad began to work overtime to earn some extra cash, Sandy went on maternal leave, seventeen weeks before her due date, eleven weeks later she held a baby shower with some of her friends and two weeks later she and I were in the living watching cartoons when she suddenly gasped sharply.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine Ian, it’s just that your sisters have one heck of a kick” Sandy said as she rubbed the part of her belly that I presumed one of the babies kicked.
“Hey Sandy, can I try to listen for the babies?” I asked.
“Of course buddy. Let me give you a hand there” Sandy said as she lifted me up and carefully placed me on her belly.
I settled onto Sandy's rounded belly and I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath beneath me as I laid my head against Sandy’s belly, which if I’m completely honest, didn’t change much. You’d think with two babies growing inside her, her belly would grow too, but it didn’t, it was always enormous but throughout the pregnancy it just remained the same size the whole way through.
So I leaned my head in, sinking a bit into her belly and as I listened for those precious signs of life, time seemed to stand still. Even with Sandy’s thick layers of blubber, I could hear my sisters full of life and ready to be born. All of a sudden one of them kicked, which surprised me. The kick was so strong that I nearly fell from Sandy’s belly, luckily she caught me before I did.
“Wow!” I exclaimed.
“I told ya they had one heck of a kick” Sandy said.
Four weeks later, Sandy’s due date had come. It started out like any other day, when suddenly there was a huge tremor that shook the entire house. Me and dad went to the kitchen and found Sandy, on the floor and clutching her belly with both hands.
“Sandy! Are you alright?” dad asked.
“Oh God! Chris, I think it’s time!” Sandy said.
Dad immediately knew what she meant, especially after seeing the wet spot on the floor. With much difficulty we helped Sandy up on her feet, got her things , got into the car and we drove straight to the hospital.
When we arrived, Sandy was immediately taken to the labor room. Dad and Sandy entered, but I was forced to wait outside, luckily before we left dad made sure to call a family friend to stay with me until I was ready to see them again. We waited for twelve hours, although it felt like an eternity. Finally after waiting for so long, dad came out to talk to me.
“Would you like to meet your sisters, Ian?” Dad asked.
I nodded yes and he led me to a private room in the hospital. When I entered I saw Sandy holding two babies in her arms.
“Hey buddy. I’d like you to meet Mary and Rachel” she said.
As I gazed upon my sisters Sandy asked if I wanted to hold them, I said yes and she handed them over to me one by one, my dad making sure I held them right. As I looked down at Mary and Rachel, my heart swelled with a newfound sense of love and responsibility. When Mary and Rachel opened their eyes and looked straight at me, I was expecting them to start crying, but instead they smiled and started laughing, almost as if they were telling me that they were happy to be part of our lives, Sandy and dad couldn’t help but find that adorable.
It was getting late so our family friend brought me back home and stayed with me until Sandy, Mary and Rachel were ready to come home too. After a week in the hospital they finally came home and held a party for friends and family to meet my sisters. The party was filled with congratulations and stories, like the one dad told about Mary and Rachel’s birth. According to him there were complications with the birth, in that there was a moment where they stopped coming, so two nurses had to get on top of Sandy’s belly and push on it to keep Mary and Rachel coming in. Of course if you remember me telling you about my dad’s quirk of embellishing stories, you should take that with a grain of salt.
It took over a year until Sandy was ready to get back to work and things quickly went back to normal, with Mary and Rachel now part of the equation. The two certainly got a lot of attention from dad and Sandy, but I couldn’t complain since I was giving them attention too. You know what the funny thing was? Every time they would cry, they would take one look at me and stop. I couldn’t tell you why, it’s just that they wouldn’t stop until they saw me, I’m just good with babies I guess.
So it’s no surprise that they grew pretty attached to me as they got older. Whether it was watching tv, playing games, going to the park, whatever they wanted to do they always wanted to do with me, I didn’t mind though, because we always had fun. Whenever I would come back from school or from a friends house, the first thing I would feel is those two hugging me and telling me how much they miss me, even if I was gone for just five minutes. They did eventually make friends of their own, but the bond the three of us had never went away.
Aside from me, the one thing that Mary and Rachel loved most of all was food. Whenever I wasn’t around dad or Sandy would always give them something to eat and that seemed to calm them down. They grew up to be quite the porkers, in fact by the time they were 8 they both weighed about 300lbs, whenever they’d hugged me I would always be in the middle of a belly sandwich. Despite their size and weight, they were still surprisingly active and still full of energy, trust me I would know.
They were also really into sports, Mary joined the elementary school soccer team, while Rachel joined the basketball team. Mary couldn’t run fast or kick the ball into the net but she was pretty skilled as a goalie and Rachel similarly couldn’t run without tiring herself out, but she did have pretty good aim. I remember going to their games, cheering them on, watching Mary stopping the ball from entering the net, as well as watching Rachel shooting the winning basket for her team.
Life was pretty good, then I went to college. I’ll never forget that day. Dad was telling me how proud he was of me, Sandy was getting all emotional, tears in her eyes and everything, like a mom would, which by that point she was to me. Mary and Rachel were probably the most emotional out of everyone, crying their eyes out, saying things like “We’re going to miss you”, “Why do you have to go?”, “Promise you’ll call” and “Waiting till Christmas is going to take forever”.
Naturally as they were saying these things I was in between them in the middle of a belly sandwich. They were hugging me so tight I didn’t think they’d ever let me go. Sandy forced them to separate from me and I was off to college, ready for another exciting chapter in my life, but that’s a story for another day.