(I am not interested in gaining weigh, but I can 
see how food can be really sexy.) 


CHRISTMAS TREAT

    Indra was a goddess and didn't even know it.
   Mark couldn't stop looking at her as his friend 
introduced her around the room to the other guests 
at the christmas party.  Mark's breath caught in his 
throat as Greg drew her closer to his side of the room.  
She was possibly the most amazing woman he had 
ever seen.  She was huge and as he pulled his eyes 
from her for a moment he could see that many others 
in the room were staring at her as well, but somehow 
Mark doubted they were looking at her for the same 
reason he was.  
    The sight of her was like something out of dream he 
had had once. She was only a few inches shorter then 
Greg so she had to be at least five foot nine and she 
had to weight at least twice  Mark's 170 . 
    Her hips were full and when she turned to talk to 
someone Mark saw that her ass was large and round, 
but she wasn't really a pear shaped woman, her chest 
was to big for that.  Her breasts were amazing, huge 
and round under her white sweater, they brought to 
mind the prow of a pirate ship riding out into the 
waves, dividing the crowd around her.  The material 
of her silky skirt flowed off of her hips like water 
as they swayed 
gently with each step.
    Marks mouth began to go dry as Greg lead Indra 
towards him.  He remembered that Greg had mentioned 
wanting Mark to meet someone he worked with and he
knew that Greg was the only person who knew how 
Mark felt about big women.  It had been after yet 
another break-up with one of the 'pleasently' plump 
girls Mark always seemed to be going out with, Mark 
and Greg had gotten drunk together.  Mark could 
remember telling Greg how he dreamed of being with 
a truly fat woman...a huge woman.  
    Greg had seemed shocked at first and Mark was 
sure that his friend would be like most other guys 
who made comments about the women Mark dated, none 
of whom had ever topped 220.  Greg had only laughed 
and told his friend not to worry, things would work 
out, Greg's final words that night still echoed in 
Marks mind.  "Just believe that what you want is 
the right thing, be proud and who knows, you might 
find the perfect woman."
    Mark's eyes focused to find this goddess before 
him, smiling and offering her hand to him.  Mark 
looked over her shoulder to see Greg grinning like 
a child who had managed to keep a great christmas 
secret.  
    "Indra McCleod I would like you to meet my best 
friend Mark Halloway. Mark is a computer graphics 
designer Indra, I thought you two might have 
something in common.  Indra designs out webpages 
at the office."  
    Mark reached out to take her hand and was 
surprised first at how small and delicate it was 
then at how much strength he could feel in it.  Her 
nails were perfectly polished and just long enough 
to be amazingly sexy without being too much.  Indra's 
smile seemed to light up the whole room, making her 
full face even more radiant, the smile was reflected 
in her green eyes.
    "Greg has shown me some of your work Mark, You
really are good you know.  I saw the freelance stuff 
you did for us last year, are you still interested in 
doing work for us.  I may have the perfect project 
for you."  Indra's voice was husky and smooth and Mark 
couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her mouth.
    "Well you two talk awhile.  I am going to see 
when dinner is going to be ready."  Greg said.
    Greg wandered away and Mark lead Indra to the 
sofa a few feet away.  Indra looked down and around 
quickly then slowly settled herself into the corner 
of the spacious sofa  while arranging her skirts around 
her like royal silks.  
   Only as she gave a soft sigh when she was fully 
seated did Mark realize what the look she had given 
had meant.  Indra had been checking the sofa for 
spindly legs or unsteady looking seats.  Somehow 
this careful observation of her surroundings emphasized 
to Mark the sheer size of the woman he was with and 
it just made him hotter.
    He sat down near her, his thigh nearly touching 
the foot that she had drawn up to the edge of the couch.  
He couldn't seem to understand what he was saying 
about the jobs he had done for Keelson Inc. but she 
was nodding and smiling so he must have been making 
sense.  His mind seemed to be full to breaking with 
the thought of her, his eyes taking in every move she 
made, every gesture of her hands.  Her dainty hands and 
plump forearms seem to dance through the air as she 
spoke, weaving strands of magic and story together.
    He was explaining how he and Greg and a few others 
in college had all lived in one big old house when, 
without taking her eyes from him, her hand snaked out 
and plucked a candy cane from the bowl on the coffeetable 
in front of them.  The movement was smooth and almost
unthinking, she laughed as she unwrapped the candy and 
smiled as he told her how Greg had once fallen asleep 
on the roof of the house after a party.
   Mark felt his breath catch as she held the cane 
carelessly in her hand and asked a question about his 
studies.  He answered her all the time trying not to 
stare at her hands as she lifted the candy cane to 
her luscious mouth.  Mark couldn't believe it, he 
was getting aroused at the sight of the candy cane 
slipping between her lips.
    Indra nearly closed her eyes for a second as she 
pulled the cane out of her mouth and sucked it back in.  
She continued to suck on it unconsciously as he talked.  
She pulled it from her mouth and it was like a magic 
wand in her hand as she gestured, then slipped back 
between her lips between sentences.
    Mark asked her about her name and laughed as she 
recounted tales of her hippy parents.  He was dyeing 
to see  her eat something else, something decadent, so 
he reached over to the coffee table and picked up the 
open box of chocolates there.  He sat them in his lap 
and watched as Indra's eyes seemed to be drawn there.  
He reached down while still talking and chose a candy 
then popped it in to his mouth.
    He then reached down and picked out a silver 
wrapped chocolate and handed it to Indra with a smile.  
Her warm hand brushed his as she took the candy, and he 
watched every move as she gently unwrapped the candy.  
    Marks heart beat faster as she sunk her teeth 
delicately into the candy and began to slowly eat 
half of it, savoring every bite.  Before taking the 
other half into her mouth she sighed and licked her 
lips then popped the rest of it in her mouth and licked 
the chocolate from her fingers.
    Mark was glad that the box on his lap hid his 
erection, an erection from the sight of a woman eating.  
He couldn't figure out how he was still able to carry 
on his conversation while his mind and body were in 
such turmoil.  He nearly lost control when Indra's 
hand plucked another chocolate from the box causing it 
to brush against him.  Again the ritual of savoring 
the candy nearly drove him mad.
    He picked one out and offered it directly to her 
mouth, "Here try this one, these are my favorite I 
think."  Her lips brushed his fingers as she leaned 
forward and took a bite of the chocolate, and he 
popped the other half into his mouth just to share 
something with her.
    "Dinner is on everyone, come and get it." 
Greg's wife called from the dining room.  Mark stood 
up and offered Indra his hand, she took it but he 
could tell she was bracing most of her weight on 
her other arm.  Mark wondered what it would be like 
to use his strength to lift her up, to have her trust 
him to support her weight.  As he walked behind her 
into the dining room Mark thought about how it would 
feel to have her sit on his lap or straddle him.  How 
would it feel to have that soft weight on top of him?
    He watched her hips sway as if they were moving to 
some primitive beat, her hands flowing beside her.  
He imagined what it would be like to wrap his arms 
around her waist and feel those hips under his hands. 
He pulled back a chair on the corner of the table and 
then sat beside her so he could see her face while 
they ate.
    Greg and his wife brought out huge platters of 
food, setting them around the table.  Like some ancient 
feast platters of everything were spread around the 
table so that every few seats had their own food.   
    The woman next to Indra was a painfully thin 
blond who dished up a salad and half of a small 
piece of roasted chicken and began to pick at it, 
so they had an entire platter before them. Mark 
and Indra both began to pick food off of the 
platter and filled their plates full.  
    The food was amazing, jumbo shrimp in creole 
sauce, roasted chicken, seasoned with garlic and 
herbs, stir-fried vegetables, bright and crisp, 
fresh crusty bread and herb butter.  A bottle of 
wine was before them and after confirming that the 
blond didn't want any they began pouring it in to 
the large wine glasses to wash down the pasta 
prima vera and the seasoned fried potatoes.
    Indra ate with a relish, the fork dancing between 
bites, they laughed and talked he whole time.  Mark 
tried not to stare as Indra bit into jumbo shrimp, 
pulling them out of their shells with her teeth, 
then as she sunk those perfect pearly teeth into 
the crusty bread slathered in butter.  She offered
him a fork full of potatoes and grinned as he ate 
them, he dipped an extra large shrimp into the herb 
butter and offered it to her.  Her eyes stared deep 
into his as she leaned forward and took the shrimp 
between her teeth.
    Her hands looked so perfect wrapped around the 
long stemmed glass as she drank down her wine.   
"Oh I feel so very full." she said rubbing her huge 
belly, but when the desserts were brought out she 
didn't hesitate to take some of the pastries Mark 
had piled on a plate for them.  She licked her lips 
as she looked at the cream horn in Marks hand and 
opened her mouth to take a bite.  Cream coated
her lips and Mark nearly went insane as she licked 
it off. 
    They split a piece a pecan pie with heavy cream 
and two large and decadent pastries, both of them 
relishing every bite.  Indra didn't seem to notice 
that she had two bite for his every one, she just 
didn't seem to care who saw her eat.  
    Finally the last bite of cream horn was on the 
plate and Mark held it out to her.
    "Oh I think I am too full." she said, looking 
him in the eye.
    Mark leaned forward, offering the cream covered 
chocolatemorsel like a gift, he couldn't believe the 
seductive tone in his voice as he said, "I adore a 
woman with a hardy appetite."
    Indra leaned forward and licked her lips, her 
hand snaked under the table and on to his crotch as 
she took the last bitebetween her teeth and darted 
her tongue out to lick the cream from his fingers.  
Feeling the hardness there she smiled and licked her 
lips.
"I can tell that you do."