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Aaron Matthew MacCarsten, a very wealthy Scottish businessman living in the Chicago area and Tacey Ryan, his personal chef. Aaron comes from an ancient Scots clan that has the very unfortunate trait of gaining weight VERY easily. Aaron had starved himself on a 1200 calorie a day diet, but when his third fiancée left him standing at the altar, he decided to quit starving himself and become as he was made to be: a big, fat MacCarsten. Tacey notices he's becoming more plush, but doesn't mind it in the least.

Excerpt:

Aaron stared outside at the thin glaze of ice on the walk and drive. Wanting to remain active, even as his size increased, he decided to lay down de-icer himself. Aaron slid as his feet hit the icy drive. He windmilled a bit, then spread out the ice melter, shoveling as he went. He noticed Tacey coming up with an armful of groceries, unable to see the ice. “Tacey! Be careful! There’s ice on the walk!”

She slipped as her boots hit the ice and began to fall. He dived for her, pulling her and preventing her from going backwards. His own feet slid out from under him and they both went down. Tacey landed on him in a heap.

Something was different, Tacey noticed, as she lay in his arms. His form beneath the trench coat was much softer than it should have been and he was decidedly broader than he was before. He even had a bit of a double chin that he hadn’t had before. He was gaining weight … but why was he so shy about it?

She caught a deep breath of his cologne and sighed. He smelled wonderful. His angular face was no more, filled out and rounded. His bright green eyes were filled with worry and fear. My God! She knows! She can feel me … she can feel how fat I’m becoming! Oh my God! Oh my God! She’s going to leave me!

Tacey looked deep into his eyes, wide and panicked. My goodness! He’s afraid! But why? Because he’s getting heavier? Does he … my gosh! Can he … he … I think he loves me! And he thinks I’ll run away like those other bimbos? Oh, Aaron! “Thanks, Aaron! I’d have cracked my head open if you hadn’t pulled me down.”

She put her arms around his neck, holding onto him for a few moments. His hands wrapped around her shoulders and he pulled her to him, savoring her sweet cologne. She felt so good and right in his arms, her lean body pressed against his soft, rounding— “I-I’m sorry, Tacey,” he said, softly, his words catching in his throat. “It was improper of me to—”

“Aaron … don’t be shy. I’m not some fragile thing. I’m not timid either. Come on. It’s cold out here. I’m fixing chili tonight. Want to help?”

She gave him such a brilliant smile that his fears were pushed back somewhat. “I … I’m not much of a cook myself.”

“Then I’ll teach you!” Her bright azure eyes regarded him warmly. “I made a promise, Aaron. I’m not going to leave you. It’s too nice here.”

Aaron nodded as he pulled himself up from the ground. Her smile was warm and inviting, and if she knew about his growth, she wasn’t commenting on it. She began picking up the groceries that had gone astray as she’d fallen. Aaron bent down to help, the waistband of his trousers cutting deeply into his belly. He knew a few more pounds and he’d have split out of them before her. Time to break out a larger pair. She has to know … but why isn’t she saying anything about it? C’mon, Tacey! Say it! Aaron, you’re getting fat, aren’t you? You’re a pig, Aaron. Say it! Why have you gone and gotten so fat? For the love of God, Tacey Ryan! SAY IT!!

“You like chili, don’t you?”

“I can’t help myself!” he blurted.

Tacey stared at him for a moment, then giggled. “Great! I’ll be sure to make plenty! I just can’t seem to get enough chili when it’s wintertime. There’s something I noticed that’s different about you, Aaron. I couldn’t place my finger on it until now.”

The color drained from his face. “Tacey … let me explain to you.”

“You got your hair cut.”

“Huh?”

“You got your hair cut. It looks nice. I liked it longer ok, but it frames your face nicer when it’s shorter.”

Aaron sighed in relief and smiled at her. “Thank you. My … the woman I was going to marry liked me to keep it long. I prefer it like this though myself.”