FatLand: The Early Days – 35

“Use the transport feature to lower yourself into the tub,” Loretta said.

Clicking a button, Bill did so.

“Man,” he said, pushing his legs up and down inthe water, “this is great.” Suddenly he realized what had happened. “My God,” he said.  He pushed his legs up and down again. “I haven’t been able to do that in- ”

He worked them up and down yet again.  “I can’t believe this.” He pushed his legs from side to side in the water, then up, then down again.

Loretta looked on approvingly.  “Our hot tub is good for that.”

She took off her clothes, one garment at a time. Bill’s eyes followed her.  She lowered herself slowly into the tub, then looked below the water and grinned. “I think something else is rising besides your legs.”

Bill looked down at that part of himself.  “Geez,” he whispered. “I didn’t think- ” He stopped. “It’s been ten years since- ” 

It continued to grow and rise.

“What do you want to do about it?” Loretta said softly

“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know how long it’s- ”

But his member continued to rise and harden.

“Looks pretty long to me,” Loretta said, working her own long legs up and down slowly.  She swam over to him. “I’ve always liked big men,” she whispered.

“I’ve always liked big women,” Bill said. “You’d be amazing if you had about forty or fifty more pounds on you.”

Loretta’s mouth opened, then shut. “You mean – you mean you’d want me to be fatter?”

“Well, you’re kind of nice now,” Bill said, his member showing no sign of softening.  “But it really turns me on when a woman has big breasts and hips and a lovely round soft tummy. Nice big round bottom.”

“You really prefer that?” Loretta said, her voice soft in disappointment.

“Yes, I do.”

Loretta swam back to the other side of the tub.  “Maybe we should kidnap one of your friends, then.”

Bill laughed.  “Sure, if you let me tell you which one.”

“Don’t bother.” Loretta sighed. “Well, let’s get you to the breakfast room.”

“Lead on,” Bill said as he climbed out using the transport device on the rider. He dried himself with a large white cotton towel, then transported himself  into the seat.  He noticed with some dismay that his legs were no longer moving much on their own.

Oh well, he thought. At least I know they can move in the hot tub. And so can something else.

“You’re a damned nice lady,” he said to Loretta, his spirits still buoyed from what he had discovered.

“Thanks,” she said and turned so that her back faced him as she led him to the breakfast room. 


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