To Watch Him Eat

Sequel to "When He Breathes"

***

You sit, listening to the subtle creak of Anton's desk. First the creaking increases in pitch as he inhales; his breath inflating his soft belly, and then the rhythmic creaking repeats in reverse, pitch going down, as he exhales.

You can't take your mind off of it, the sound, and its rhythmic nature almost like an ASMR video. You amuse yourself for a moment by imagining him whispering softly about what foods he likes, steadily gulping down snacks in that somehow ravenous and still polite way that is (as far as you're concerned) uniquely Anton. All the while with that subtle creaking underpining his words and the sound of his eating.  

You shiver slightly, gooseflesh creeping up your back as you realize you completely spaced out. Someone's behind you, asking you a question. Their tone is concerned as they repeat.

"Uhm...I was just asking if your lunch hour was about to start." A soft, but deep, voice said behind and above you. Your eyes widen, and your already flushed cheeks go redder. You've only just noticed that you don't hear that subtle creaking rhythm anymore. "Are you okay?" The voice adds a moment later.  

You swallow, wishing your cheeks would stop burning, and slowly spin your chair to face the speaker. You're unsurprised to be greeted by a veritable wall of a man. Or perhaps...you think, as you look upward...and upward, Anton is more of a mountain. Despite expecting to see him there, you're still wholly unprepared for it.  

Anton is wider than the opening to your cubicle. His hips, and his incredibly thick lovehandles continue past the edges of your work-station's entrance by several inches on both sides. His shirt is, as always, nearly perfectly tailored...or would have been a dozen or so pounds ago. His chest, with those plump prominent pillowy moobs that you've fantasized about laying your head on so many times, is outlined by the burgundy fabric of his button up. The divot in his shirt at his navel is clearly noticeable...and his belt, you find yourself wondering if it's a custom piece, is clearly stressed at the buckle, and the three holes behind it.  

You realize you're staring again, your jaw slightly slack, and you shake your head. "Oh, uh...hi...um...Anton. S-sorry!" The huge man's expression shifts to that easy smile dimpling his pudgy cheeks, though some concern remains in his features.  

You feel your heart flutter, but manage to catch yourself before you lapse into staring again. "I'm okay...heh, just a little muddled. I missed breakfast, and only had the one donut when I got here...plus coffee." You offer, by way of explanation.

Anton's brow furrows slightly and his expression shifts further back towards concern. "Well, then you need to eat something soon. You should come to lunch with me."  

Your eyes widen and you feel your cheeks blush so furiously that you're momentarily concerned your face might catch fire. "Oh, uh...ye-yeah! Sure." You say, the words tumbling out very fast again. "I was just finishing up some reports, and yes my lunch hour is starting now, I just need to save these reports, and then I'll go with you for lunch hour!"  

Embarrassment adds to your blushing then. But Anton is smiling, clearly pleased that you've accepted his invitation. "Well, meet me in the lobby when you've finished up. I'll wait for you down by the fountain." He smiles that handsome sunny smile again, his cheeks curve upward and squint his eyes slightly as the dimples that so melted your heart form in them again.  

He turns to go, and you can't help watching his enormous  rump wobbling back and forth. You marvel again at how...wonderfully form fitting all of his clothing seems to be. His entire body in suble motion under his clothing as he heads for the elevators. You can even feel very faint vibrations in the floor coinciding with his receding footsteps.  

You let out a long breath that you hadn't realized you'd been holding, and then remember the work you'd been finishing up.  

***

You're almost running as you come out of the elevators, the finish line of your one-person race the office building's huge and ostentatious fountain in the lobby.  

You remember groaning and thinking the fountain was the tackiest possible addition to the lobby when construction on it was started. But now, it could be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Like a symbol of your feelings of euphoria at being asked to lunch by the very person you had been hoping to ask out.  

You force your pace to slow as you make it around the fountain. Your heart is fluttering both due to your sprint from the elevators, and excitement. But as you look around...and don't see the towering and expansive form of Anton, you're crestfallen.  

You look back across the lobby, it's about five minutes after lunch hour started so most of your work cohort is milling around or heading out to the sidewalk. You could have missed him, it's unlikely as he's both the tallest and fattest of your coworkers, but it's possible. You scan back and forth a few times, but you don't spot anyone nearly the size he is.  

As you can feel all of your excitement and elation preparing to crash in on itself someone calls to you. Your mood immediately upsurges again as you turn to see the outstandingly obese form of Anton lumbering toward you from the direction of a break area on the other side of the fountain.  

"Hiya, sorry, you took a little longer than I expected...so I got a snack from the vending machines." His expression is sheepish as he holds up a half eaten honeybun.  

Your cheeks are flushed again but when you speak this time it's steadier, and not nearly so rushed. "That's alright. So, shall we?"

You offer him your arm, and are thrilled when he loops his pudgy pillowy arm around yours. Heart fluttering, you find yourself settling in against his side. His body is as soft as you'd always imagined.