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Jake stood on the other side of the room, laughing loud enough to be heard over the discordant chorus of voices mingling with music. He had brought his ‘A game’ tonight, and was currently throwing it at some tall drink of water; however, unlike the target of his affections, Jake seemed unaware that his game had been benched. Even with the low lighting and the buzz of alcohol, there was no hiding the fact that Jake had gotten fat.
Jake’s belly strained obviously against a shirt that had ceased to fit twenty pounds ago. The fabric hugged the curve tightly, not only accentuating how much his love handles had swelled over his hips, but drawing a clear indentation of his navel. His chest, formerly tight, blossomed into two beefy mounds topped by pert nipples. The best the shirt did for Jake, and perhaps this explained his choice, was that it clung equally tightly to his arms, showing off his sizeable but less-than-toned triceps.
With each deep laugh his body visibly shook, with one hand always grazing against his belly to tug down the hem of shirt, hoping to make sure it didn’t rise up enough to expose him. His barrel-shaped torso looked positively ripe.
God only knows what they were talking about. Sports? Was he attempting to cajole her? Either way, it didn’t seem to be going well. She seemed distracted, but, I? I was attentive.
The first party Jake was at he stood out–a senior joining a frat with a group of mostly freshmen and sophomores can do that easily. Jake was cool and confident, sociable but not annoying, and fit but not a gym rat–and that laugh? That laugh sealed the deal, like a kiss on a love letter from a sweet heart. It was half honey, and half dark, smooth molasses; all at once deep, silky, and bitter in a way that made everything richer.
It seemed like Jake was suddenly everywhere all at once: he was at Friday night socials, Saturday night parties, Sunday sports socials, and always came by Monday nights for football watch parties. While Jake had started out nervous, he quickly adapted. As we’d all get together, I made sure that he always had a beer in one hand. A snack? Definitely should have a snack–got to prevent that hangover. My generosity–more realistically–our generosity, and Jake’s willing gluttony, made sure that he left every event full of more food than he needed, more drunk that he intended, and if possible, with some girl that he just met.
Inevitably, Jake ballooned. Toward the end of December, just four months since he’d joined, Jake had to have put on close to forty pounds. The frat–boys being boys–teased him about this, but Jake took it in stride. It wasn’t until the latest consequences had begun to manifest that he realized how far he’d gone. The girls which had slaked Jake’s lust had been decreasing in number as his waistline grew outward, and toward the end of the semester regardless of how much he smiled, or how suave his compliments were, nothing could tear their eyes off how much weight he’d gained.
Now, at the first party back from winter break, Jake seemed to have crammed another ten pounds into himself, and himself into an outfit that had run out of room some time ago. I, as I watched this bored girl swirl her drink, knew that this was the moment where he’d hit the bottom–where he’d remember sucking in his gut to button up his pants; where he’d become all too self-conscious about the way his shirt keeps riding up; or where he’d become immediately aware of how every thread was stretched taut around him.
Here, in this moment, I stood across the room–waiting, watching his confidence slip away as easily as his prey, and I tried to calculate how to work the situation to my advantage. She looked up, and seemed to stare into the crowd–assuredly at someone I couldn’t make out. This was my chance–this was the call for backup.
I grabbed another beer, and sure enough, from the crowd stepped a distinct, feminine figure who gracefully stepped in, bowed politely to Jake and took the hand of the girl to whom he had been speaking. Perhaps quietly, perhaps with an excuse, the target of Jake’s affections had vanished back into the throng as easily as mist folds into itself.
Jake’s smile faded quickly, and his gazed turned to his cup. His hand, at first unconsciously, graced the curve of his stomach, before he turned to it consciously, sizing himself up. You could almost read the looks on Jake’s face.
“Yes,” I thought as I melted into the crowd to cross the room, “Fifty pounds in five months is a lot of weight, Jake.” His hand rested on his torso, absorbing the swell of his flesh. “But, we can find something to make you feel better.”
“Hi, Kyle,” he greeted me as I stepped out of the throng of silhouettes.
“Rough night, Jake?”
“A bit.” He looked down at his gut, and his hand had yet to leave.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m fat.” Came his simple reply.
Fat was a good word for it. Up close, he was obviously soft: his tight chest had swelled and softened, and his arms had lost their definition, but up close, his belly was still the most obvious trait. ‘Fat’. I tossed the word in my mind, imagining the feel of it on my tongue. Was ‘fat’ the word I’d use to describe the way his body seemed to have blossomed? Would ‘fat’ describe the bit of stomach that I could see when he stretched, constantly piquing my curiosity? Would ‘fat’ be the best way to describe the way his full chest shook when he laughed?
‘Fat.’ I clicked it against the roof of my mouth, and Jake finally seemed to have devoted his full attention to my presence.
“So?”
“So? I’ve put on fifty pounds since I joined the frat.”
“Yeah, but, big deal, right?”
“Yeah, I guess; it’s just hard to pick up chicks.”
“Well, maybe some?”
“Some? I’m 0 for 6 over the last couple of months–I need to get back to the gym.”
“If that will make you feel better, definitely.”
“Yeah. Hopefully that feeling better kicks in soon. I’m horny, and now I can’t get a chick.”
“Well… you know, I think the extra weight looks good on you.”
“Yeah, I don’t mind it so much, but they do. Thanks.”
“No problem. So… if you don’t mind my asking, how horny are you?”
Jake shrugged his heavy shoulders, “Very. I haven’t got off in a few days, and I was really hoping I could at least score a blowjob from a hot chick, if nothing else.”
“Well.” I toss ‘blunt’ around my head. “You know, I really like the extra weight.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“And, you know, if you are that horny, I wouldn’t mind–”
“What? Dude, I’m not gay. I know about you, and that’s cool, but–”
“Right, yeah, no–no one’s saying you’re gay,” I responded coolly, “I’m just offering you a practical solution. You want to get off; I want to get you off. It’s mutually beneficial. Besides, a blowjob’s a blowjob, right? If it helps, if you want, you can just sit back, close your eyes, and pretend I’m that pretty little thing you were chasing earlier.”
“What?” Jake laughs softly, reminiscent of church bells on Sunday morning. “Dude, that’s fucked up.”
I smile back, “It’s only fucked up if you’re tied down.” Jake smirks, and I hand him the beer I’d intended for him.
“Here. It’s a party; you should at least keep celebrating, if you’re not going to go get some.”
Jake takes a swig. “Yeah. Definitely. So, what’s it like giving a BJ?”
I laugh, “Pretty hot. Easier than oral on a girl, I’d bet.”
“Dude, yes.” Jake nods in agreement, swigging his beer. I count another hundred calories when he finishes that bottle.
“So, uh,” Jake pauses, tongue rolling in his mouth. He swigs the beer again. “You any good?”
I grin. “Good enough, at least. You going to finish that beer?”
Jake nods. “Good. You should. You considering taking me up on that offer?”
He nods again, before issuing a passive shrug. “You like bigger guys, huh?”
“Well, Jake, finish that beer and you can find out.” The cheshire grin I’d been sporting was, at this time, joined by his own.
“I, uh, don’t have to do anything right?”
“Nope. Just sit back and enjoy.”
“And, uh… If I want to?”
“Well… that’d be a pleasant surprise for both of us.”
The little bit of unease I can sense behind his characteristic confidence is noted, but, he seems solid. As much as I’d like to reach out and suggestively reach a finger into the waist of his jeans–just as much to flirt and reassure him as it is for me to find out just how outgrown those jeans are–I need to let him have control.
“So, tell you what. We can go downstairs to my car, find a more isolated spot, and then make this up as we go. Sound like something you can do?”
He hesitates, but nods.
“All right. Finish your beer, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
As I step forward and fade into the ground, I steal a glance back to take in the plump, over-ripe body I will soon get to sample. As he reaches the glass to his lips and tosses it back, I am treated to the simple pleasure of watching his shirt slightly ride up to reveal a trimmed treasure trail.
Delightful.
I separate myself from the crowd, walk out into the brisk night air and down to my car. I don’t know this apartment complex well, but, I can figure something out for us. I pull the car around to the bottom of the steps and park, just as I catch Jake’s full figure sauntering down the stairs–his ass visibly straining the seat of his pants, as much as the lovehandles perched above them.
As Jake arrives at the bottom, I wave him over, and watch every sumptuous pound shift as he walks to the car. I unlock the doors and let Jake take a seat as I flash him a grin. He buckles his seatbelt and I quietly admire the way his stomach rests in his lap, and the way his full chest settles above it.
“Where to?”
“I don’t know. What do you think?”
“Could probably find a dark corner of the apartment parking lot.”
“Better not risk it. Let’s drive around for a bit.”
“Alright.” I pedal the gas, and take us around front. Just across the street, we can see a closed-strip mall. “How about there? We can park in the back. It looks isolated enough.”
Jake nods, and we make our quick trek across the street. Pulling around to the back, I sit us under one of the few lights and put the car in park. Jake takes a deep breath.
“Jake, if you change your mind, we can go back. No hard feelings.”
He sighs again. “Yeah, just nervous. Also kind of depressing. No offense.”
“None taken.”
“Hey, uh, can we talk a bit.”
I tried to make sure I didn’t hesitate, “Yeah, you bet.”
“Since we’re doing this. You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Jake. You’re not the first.”
“Oh, so–”
“Nope. No one will know. All you have to do is get in the back of the car, close your eyes, and enjoy the ride while I take care of the rest.”
“Okay.” Came Jake’s firm, if nervous, reply. He stepped out and into the back of the car. Settling into the seat, he casually turned so that his back rested against the door with one foot splayed across the row of seats, while another rested on the floor. His belly scrunched up bigger in this slouched position, dominating his shape just as the gluttony and laziness had dominated him. From this view, I couldn’t help remember watching as each pound poured into his body, and settled beautifully, lazily, into a round, hedonistic gut.
As I exited the car and got into the back, I counted the blessings of my fortune. Luck had led him to the frat, had set tonight as the night he caved, but it was patience that found this treat both ripe and willing.
Making myself comfortable in the small space of the seat his leg and left unoccupied, I looked to him directly. “So, are you ready?”
Jake hesitated again before nodding affirmatively.
“Alright, Jake. Close your eyes.”
His eyes shut, and for the moment I took him in again. Visibly apprehensive, I wasn’t sure how much more I could do to calm him down besides getting started and giving him something to enjoy.
I slinked carefully into what space lay between him and the front seats, eyeing the way he had already spread eagle. Obviously not his first time receiving in a car. Looking up at him, and coming eye-level with the tempting sphere of his stomach, I could feel my own arousal growing, even as I tried to measure my actions with caution.
I slid closer to him, eyes level with the outline of the navel pressing into the shirt. I took a breath and reached out, placing both hands on the largest swell of his gut and gave a gentle squeeze.
“Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to unbutton your pants.”
“Okay.”
Moving both hands down the contour of his shape, I slithered both hands into the waist, feeling the pliable give of his fattened form. Without hesitation, Jake sucked in–clearly aware how his belly piled above the waist–and with a little effort, released the button and unzipped his pants. Jake relaxed and exhaled heavily, almost gladly, as his gut expanded back into the extra space and the him of the shirt delicate slipped up, exposing extra flesh.
As I admired the way his gut pooled at his hips, I reached into the opening in his plaid boxers and delicately brought out his soft, uncut cock. I swallowed in anticipation, feeling my mouth already begin to salivate.
“You ready, Jake?”
He nodded, keeping his eyes shut tight. I found myself hoping that the alcohol would help him relax enough to enjoy himself, otherwise this would take too much time.
I leaned in and licked my lips, feeling my own erection pulse as I drew closer to his soft member and his exquisite gut. As I carefully began to kiss up the short length of his member, I savored how the soft flesh of his belly pressed up against my face. Even as I took the soft cock in my mouth, tasting the familiarity of flesh, I realized he had put on enough weight that there was simply no way I was going to avoid contact with the curve of his stomach.
Jake inhaled sharply at first, and I noticed one of his hands grip the back of the seat. Whether it was from pleasure, fear, or a combination of both I remained uncertain, but I continued to slowly suck at the soft cock. As Jake seem to relax around me, I felt what I knew was the beginning of blood flow into the savory morsel.
I swirled the swelling member with my tongue, teasing it to grow, as my own erection pushed hard against my jeans. I placed both of my hands on Jake’s thighs, feeling him begin to relax into me even further. As Jake’s cock began to swell in my mouth, I grew more comfortable getting closer to him. I’d lick its entire length from base to tip, then back down again, each time, my face bumping the fattened gut he’d spent months growing.
I fixated on that contact, even as Jake seemed to be reaching full erection, and I swallowed what extra saliva I’d worked up. What had been a soft, plump cock had swelled into a delightfully average six inches of rigid, delicious manhood. I slid one hand from his thigh onto his base and squeezed firmly as I sucked harder at the tip, eliciting a soft ‘Mmm’ from Jake.
I grew more liberal with my free hand and carefully slid it onto his gut, even as I continued to suck along the length of his member. I tightened my grip and began to slowly pump the base of Jake’s cock, savoring its flavor and the sounds of his rushed breathing. My free hand began to explore the full contours of his gut as the intensity of my sucking increased; it plumbed the depths of his belly, grabbing full handfuls of delicious flab and sliding erotically from love handle to love handle.
Jake, thankfully, didn’t seem to mind. He moaned softly in response as I continued to work the length of his shaft, swallowing as much of him as I could without eliciting a gagging response. As I slowly bobbed my head up and down the length of his cock along with my hand, the free one roamed his body. I grew brave–or forgetful, I cannot be sure–and slid a hand up to his chest to feel the bounty of his flesh further billow into my hand. I massaged his softened pecs, feeling the fleshy give of each as I continued to suck the length of his cock.
As my free hand squeezed a nipple, Jake bucked his hips and moaned in response, thrusting himself deeper into my mouth. I caught it just in time to avoid gagging, but, now, I had found something else to play with. Timid at first, I was emboldened. I slipped my free hand into the waist of his jeans at his side and pulled down, tugging the fattened straight boy closer to me. Jake ‘hmmphed’ as he slid down, but kept his eyes closed and I temporarily took his cock out of my mouth.
This was the vision I wanted to savour. Spread eagle before me was a fat, overfed frat boy, whose throbbing dick stood at attention, in contrast to the mound of belly that threatened to overshadow it. His belly exposed as my efforts had ridden up his shirt; I could see way the curve of it rose up above his hips, and took in the way his soft, puffy chest, looked overfilled instead of simply fat. Each sumptuous nipple stood erect at the effort of my ministrations, and his cock pulsed with each excited heartbeat.
Jake’s breathing had accelerated, and I watched as the swells of his body rose and fell with each breath. The cock pulsed and I salivated, feeling mine own pulse angrily against my own pants, desperate for attention. Jake’s body closer to me, prone, I knew was the exact moment I had been waiting for.
I positioned my mouth over his dick and took it whole, eliciting a moan from him as he bucked up into me to reciprocate. My face made contact with the outermost curve of his belly, and I indulged in the soft give of his fattened flesh. Up and down I bobbed my head, dragging my tongue along the full length and working the base of the shaft with my left hand. Each time, I’d bump his belly; each time, I’d feel the yield of his gluttony and the soft billow of his flesh.
My free hand explored the exposed gut to the fullest potential, even as I continued to work the length of his shaft. Jake was moaning now, almost every other time he exhaled, and I knew he was getting close–and I was initially worried it’d take too long. I grabbed fistfuls of his gut, and explored its prodigious adipose as well as I could, enjoying the way the forced perspective accentuated the swell of his size.
I drifted my hand up to his chest and began to play with each nipple, causing Jake to rhythmically buck his hips. I followed suit, sucking and licking along, even as one hand continued to work the base. The familiar taste of salt was beginning to fill my mouth and I swallowed, continuing to tease his nipples. My own cock continued to throb, and I couldn’t help but occasionally reach down to deal with it.
Jake remained my main focus. His soft moans came more frequently, and the intensity of the salty flavor remained even after I insistently swallowed. Jake’s eyes were squinting hard, well past the point of trying to imagine something else, and wholly indicative of what was about to come next.
Jake moaned loudly as I tugged firmly on one of his nipples and firmly squeezed the base of cock; his member tensed and swelled in my mouth as Jake spilled into it. He took heavy breaths, trying to catch up with his heart as I swallowed. I slid both hands off of him, even as I released the still gorged cock from my mouth.
I swallowed again, to finish removing the taste from my mouth, and surveyed my fattened frat-boy. His chest heaved, his dick pulsed even as it began to calm, and Jake issued the only comment he had on the matter: “Fuck. Wow.” I smiled, but less for the compliment and more for a new realization: Jake, flushed cheeks looking almost cherubic in the afterglow, jiggled every so slightly with each heady exhalation.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” I informed him, patting my own erection while his eyes were diverted. I’d have to wait till later to enjoy myself, though.
“Tell you what, wanna go back to that party?”
I slid back to the other side and sat next to him, as Jake began to slide the half-hard member back into his pants. Jake seemed to puzzle over it for a bit as he sucked in his gut and strained to button his pants back up again. Alas, he succeeded.
“Not really. I am kind of hungry, though?”
Hungry? This was my specialty.
“I know of a 24 hour place around the corner?”
“Thanks, dude. You’ve been great.”
I delighted in my minor victory as I returned to the front seat. Checking out my prize in the rear view mirror before he rejoined me, I couldn’t help but be pleased. As he sat next to me and buckled his seatbelt, I again admired the way his gut spilled into his lap.
“Tell you what, dinner’s on me–as a further pick-me-up. You can start that diet tomorrow.”
“Fuckin’ sweet, dude, thanks!” Jake grinned and laughed to himself quietly, filling the silence with the sound of blackened honey.
“Hey, the pleasure’s all mine.” I grinned back, knowing that next time he’d be in my car, that belly would have swollen just the slightest bit more.
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