today was wild.. i read the new hq chapter and fell in love with miya osamu, finished watching young justice and cried my eyes out, and read the first chapter of robot x laserbeam and fell in love with roboto..
mettaton trying to lift papyrus into the air during a dance but he forgets that papyrus is a skeleton and like 25 pounds soaking wet so mtt overdraws his strength and ends up chucking his bf out of the fucking stratosphere by accident
(Context: A benevolent snake has materialized beds for most of the party, and a hammock for the warlock, who hails from an island and hasn’t seen one in months.)
Warlock: I run STRAIGHT across the room and launch STRAIGHT into that! Cleric: (jokingly, OOC) Roll for that! Me: (dropping OOC) Actuallyyyy, I probably should. I’m rolling Dex. DM: Go for it.
(ONE NATURAL 1 LATER)
DM: Casul is so excited to see the hammock that she runs across the room and leaps into it, but lands so hard that it swings around three times before dumping her out on the stone floor. Warlock: wheeeEEEEeeee… Cleric: I cast Healing Word, and the word is “ouch”.
I slap the huge ass my cock is buried deep in and give one
last final pulse, shoving myself as deep as I can into him with my 9 inch dick.
The fatass lets out a moan and I grope his huge love handles, cumming at the
same time the fat pig in front of me cums. I pull myself out, hit my wet cock
against his jiggly butt, and roll him over. I fall onto his huge belly, not
even sure if he can feel my toned 160lbs resting on his close to flabby 500.
After a few moments of enjoying my personal water bed, I speak up.
“You should probably get going soon, it’s almost 2 am…” I
say, hoping he’ll ask to stay a bit longer. But, as they always do, he takes in
a deep breath and prepares to get his huge body out of bed. I help him clean
off and get dressed, and within a few minutes he’s waddling out my front door.
I watch him go down the apartment hallway, his ass jiggling like it had been in
my bed only minutes before. As he steps in the elevator, his side moob hits the
frame and sends his belly shaking. I give a casual wave and turn around to go
back into my room, but I knock into something sturdy, not really paying
attention this late at night. Instantly, I’m not surprised.
“Oh sorr- Wait! What the hell Carter, let me in my room.” I
assertively say, trying to get passed his tall, almost naked frame. I don’t
have time for his bullshit tonight. Every time I hookup with someone Carter
always pops up right after they leave, like some sort of fucking stalker. He
lives in the apartment opposite mine; I’d be more scared if he weren’t so
literally obsessed with me. I always wonder if he stands there all night
watching the peephole, waiting for me to come out. It’s fucking creepy if you
ask me. Every time I hookup he saunters out in minimal clothing and gives me a
hard time. I barely glance at his disciplined abs and bulging biceps. He’s got
a bubble butt going on, but still not even close to big enough for my tastes.
“I’ll let you go if you answer this:” Carter says, playing
coy. “You’ve had seven guys, that I know of, over in the last semester. All of
them are gigantic whales, but you
won’t even look twice at me.” He drops his voice and leans against the wall
with his dense arm just above my shoulder, trapping me. Our faces almost touch.
Despite his shit personality, he’s definitely not ugly. “What’s up with that,
Josh?” He lets my name linger on his lips. God, I wish he weren’t taller than
me. I wouldn’t consider myself short, standing at 5’10, but he’s 6’4 and all lean
muscle. There’s no way I can escape his beefy trap.
“You’re not my type, Carter. I don’t hookup with assholes.”
I aggressively explain, trying to get him to leave me alone. He smirks and half
“Apparently your ‘type’ is too fat to wipe to his own ass.
Tell me I’m wrong.” He egotistically demands. He knows he’s right, I can see
the victory in his shit colored, piercing eyes. He’s not going to budge.
“So what if I’m not as shallow as you?” I ask. “Maybe I
don’t care about body fat percentages and negative BMI’s.”
“Say it.” He whispers. “Say you like them fat.” A strand of shitty,
medium length, wavy hair falls in his face, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
I’m annoyed. “For christ’s sake Carter, I like fat guys. Not
gym rats who won’t take no for an answer. Now let me in my fucking room.” I shove him
off me, he doesn’t resist. “And stop watching me through your peephole, it’s
creepy as shit.” I tell him as I unlock my door.
“Like I have time for that,” Carter scoffs, watching me. “I
can hear the fatties’ footsteps from a mile away, genius.” My door won’t
unlock; god this is awkward. He can feel the tension too. “But hey, let me help
you with that, handsome.” His tone changed to something nicer. He comes behind
me, grabbing the key from my hand. He unlocks the door and squeezes my
shoulder. “Goodnight.” He says, sweetly.
“Go change your underwear, I can see the precum starting to
show through.” I say, shutting the door in his face. I bet those puppy dog eyes
would make any other man drop his boxers immediately, but I’m not falling for
it. He’ll have to gain a few hundred pound before I look twice at his twitching
The next day I go to my morning classes on campus, which is
only a few minutes’ drive away from my single bedroom apartment. Everything’s
been pretty stressful this semester, I’m really glad it’s almost over. I’ve
barely gotten to hang out with my friends lately, especially with finals week approaching.
It’s only my sophomore year as an art major, I shouldn’t be spending every
waking moment in the studio or with my head up an art history textbook.
I grab a bite to eat on campus and head over to the student
gym, looking to destress before having to write a monster essay tonight. I
change clothes, put in my earbuds, and get on a vacant treadmill. Running’s
always cleared my head, ever since I started doing cross country in junior
high. I even got pretty good at track throughout high school. I’m zoned out,
thinking about a particular race when I realize my treadmill’s going faster.
I look down and see a large hand turning my speed up. I
follow the hand up a muscled arm and a broad shoulder to a face that could
belong to a model. His soft lips are moving, but my music is too loud to hear.
I shove his hand off my settings and take out an earbud.
“What do you want now, Carter?” I ask, not really caring to
hear the answer. I don’t know if he followed me to the gym or if he just never
leaves this place.
“Besides for you to go out with me tonight? I want you to
turn your speed up, maybe even lift a little with me today. You know I could
get you stronger.” He tells me with that shit eating smile.
I turn off my treadmill. “Look,” I reiterate. “I don’t go
out with beefed up muscle jocks who stalk me. Now please, go bother any other
twink in this gym.”
He’s not giving up. He sighs, “Josh, what do I have to do to
get you to go out with me?”
I sigh. “If you really want me to go out with you, gain 50
lbs of fat. If you can get up to 230 lbs without working out, we have a date.
Until then, you leave me the fuck alone.” He thinks for a moment before opening
his dumb mouth.
“Okay, deal.” He decides, holding out his hand. I shake it,
knowing he’ll never actually go through with this.
Over the next several weeks, I don’t see Carter. Not in our
building, not in between classes, not even at the gym. I don’t hear him, I
don’t smell him, I don’t even think about him. Between trying to balance my
social life and figuring out how I’m going to get through finals, Carter
totally escapes my mind. I even have a 400 pounder come over and, for the first
time, Carter doesn’t show his creepy ass up. Maybe I had been too harsh on him,
maybe he wasn’t actually stalking me. Coincidences can happen, right?
The weather gets colder and classes come to an end. The day
after my last final I pack up a few of my things and get ready to drive home
for the 6-week long break. On my way to my car, a pillow falls out of my box of
stuff and onto the parking lot concrete.
“Here, let me get that for you,” I familiar voice calls. I
turn the other way and see Carter walking over to me. He’s got a sizable greasy
bag of fast food in one hand and a very large soda in the other. That’s really
unusual for him. Where’s his protein powder and vegetable shakes? He puts the
food down and grabs the pillow, now caked in light snow. He dusts it off and
puts it back in my box.
“Hey, thanks.” I say. “… I also wanted to apologize for
before. For being a dick and everything. I’m sure you’re not as bad as I made
you seem, so… Sorry.” I’m not the best with apologies, but I mean what I say.
“Don’t worry about it,” Carter tells me with a shit-eating
smile. “Is our deal still on?”
“What deal? OH, wait.” I remember. “Oh my god Carter, I
can’t believe you took that seriously.” This fucking boy still can only think
“Hey man, we shook on it. That makes it official.” He’s not
fazed by my annoyance. Maybe he’s just joking around. I wish I could see his
frame better, but he’s wearing a thick coat. It’d look better on him if he
gained 50 lbs, but I really hope that’s not his plan.
“Fine, you got me.” I confess. “The deal is official. I’ve
got to get going, though. Got a long drive ahead of me.” We say goodbye and he
hugs me. It wasn’t the worst hug in the world, he’s just so… stiff.
I put my things in my car and look in my rearview. I see
Carter struggling to enter our building with so much food in his beefy hands.
6 weeks later. I really needed that break. I missed a lot of
my friends and family back home, and it was great seeing all of them again. I
really enjoyed myself, not thinking about school, stress, Carter, or anything
else that’s awful.
Saying that, it all came flooding back as soon as I entered
my old apartment room. As soon as I set my stuff down on the living room floor,
I notice a photo in front of my door, as if someone had slid it under while I
was away. It’s a picture of someone looking down on a scale reading “230.2lbs”.
On the back is written “Let me know when we’re on, -Carter”. Fuck. Instantly I
feel terrible for so many reasons. This can’t be real, right? I decide to just
ignore it until it comes up again. Classes start up again tomorrow and I’m
hardly ready, anyway.
Tonight in bed I mentally go through the timeline of
everything that’s happened since we made that deal. It’s been at least two
months. Can someone even gain 50 lbs in that short of a time period? This has
to be a joke. No guy in their right mind would actually put on 50 lbs just for
some random guy like me. It just doesn’t happen. At least, I don’t think it
On Tuesday evening I’m woken from a nap by a knock on my
front door. I get off my couch and go look through the peephole to see who it
is. The guy’s tall and standing kind of close, so all I can really see is his
slight double chin and pudgy chest. I open the door, wanting to see who the
cute pudge belongs to.
“Hey there handsome, did you see the picture?” Carter asks
when I open the door.
Holy shit, though. This is definitely not the same Carter I
left behind weeks and weeks ago. This man is changed, suddenly I want to
impress him. I always knew that he’s a few years older than me, but I’ve never
felt so young. He’s still Carter, just fatter and cute as hell. Is it bulking
season, or did he do all of this for me? I’m not sure what to do in this
situation, this isn’t something they teach you to deal with in college.
“Uhhhh.. Um, yea,” I stutter. “I just didn’t believe it
until now. Here, come in.” I move to the side, welcoming him in. “Have a seat.”
I gesture towards the couch, trying not to stare.
Trying not to stare at what? Trying not to stare at his
beginner gut. It’s absolutely gorgeous in his tight blue workout tank. The
smallest sliver is poking out; I can see just a hint of a stretched out happy
trail. He may be 230lbs, but he’s also 6’4. Despite his height to fat ratio, he
carries the weight well. He heavily walks passed me and I see his beautiful ass
through his painted on light grey sweatpants. So plump, so round, so in my
living room. I can’t believe this just happened. He takes a seat and sinks into
the couch cushion, you can tell he’s not used to being chunky just yet. He puts
a stocky arm around the back of the couch and looks back at me.
“You gonna si?” He asks with those eyes that stare into my
soul. Without saying anything, I sit on the opposite end of the couch, facing
him. “So…” Carter starts, awkwardly. I realize I’m just staring at him, but I
don’t know what to say. How can you put words into your mouth when all you can
think about is putting his dick there instead?
“Soo…” I try to start. “About the date.” He’s face goes
down, like he thinks his work was all for nothing. I can tell his heart is
beating as fast as mine. Do I feel like how I make him feel? Is this always how
it’s been for him? “How about right now?” I ask, nervously. I can’t stop
glancing down as that sliver of belly peeking out at me.
“Hmm, right now?” He’s smiling. “I dunno, I’m kind of
hungry..” He puts a hand on his modest gut and sends it shaking. Two months ago
there were thick abs there.
“Oh yea? Hungry for what?” I ask, ready for whatever he has
“Mmmm, I dunno. Maybe some cookies, maybe some pizza… maybe
some cock.” He explains, sending shivers down my spine. I think this is how
every other man on earth reacted to him when he was nothing but muscle. I
definitely see the appeal of him now, it’s obvious why he was so full of
himself. I wonder if his sharp jawline brought the same reaction out of others
that his now almost double chin is bringing out of me.
“I’ll order you a pizza,” I barter, scooting close to him.
“If I get to take this off of you,” I say, pulling at his shirt. “It’s getting
a little tight, don’t you think?”
He’s smiling like a dork- his cheeks have the slightest
amount of fat in them. “I’ve got Pizza Hut on speed dial, I’ll take care of the
pizza if you take care of the rest.” He negotiates. I nod in agreement.
After he’s done ordering a large meat-lovers and a two
liter, I tug his shirt off. He’s flabby as all hell. I run my hands over him as
I press my face against his. His tongue plays with mine, like he knows he’s
wanted this for so long. I fee his flab, all of it. I make sure that not a
single pound goes unnoticed. Before long the pizza’s here, and I send Carter
off to the bedroom. When I step in the room, he’s naked with his chubby legs
crossed. Saving the best for last, I guess. I take my clothes off and get on
top of him, my hard cock pressing into his fat gut. I feed him slice after
slice of greasy pizza, making sure he eats the crust. No calories wasted, not
when you’ve got someone this beautiful to feed. His greedy mouth opens for each
bite, waiting to have food shoved in him. He’s too good at this, I know he has
to be into it too. When he’s eaten all of the pizza and drunken most of the
soda, I pick up stray pizza sausage and throw the last bits into his mouth and
kiss him long and hard. He tastes like grease; he tastes like greed. I sit back
on his lap and feel his boner poking at my defined ass. I lay down next to him,
feeling his fatter sides already starting to mold into my thin frame. I grab
his cock and go to work, and he does the same for me. I can feel his whole body
jiggling with each stroke. I kiss him, feeling his thick neck shake from the
movement below. Soon, we cum at the same time.
Half an hour later we’re still in bed, my head laying on his
puffy chest. We haven’t said a word. It’s not late, and I’m not tired, but I am
dozing in and out of sleep. I decide to ask before he decides to leave.
“So…” I start, awkwardly. “You actually did it. You actually
Carter takes a beat. “If you can even call me fat yet, yea I
guess. I just knew that I wanted you, and that I was tired of going to the gym
all the time. I was thinking about becoming a personal trainer, but I hated the
thought of making other people fit all the time when I want to look like… Well,
like this.” He lets his hand fall on his gut and my head bobs on his chest. “If
you weren’t into it, I was just going to play it off as a hardcore bulk.”
“I definitely am into it.” I tell him, genuinely. “Also, if
you ever want to go on an actual date, I think I might like that.” I don’t
usually fall for guys, but this fat boy is getting to me. Maybe it’s just
pillow talk, but I think I might like him.
“Yeah, I think I might like that too.” He says, and pulls me
We spend the rest of the night together, not saying much.
It’s nice to just be with him. Before bed I feed him some oreos and milk, which
he happily devours. The tubby man can eat like a horse. I don’t ask him to stay
the night, but I don’t need to. I fall asleep in his still strong arms.
That Friday, we have our first
date. I haven’t seen him since that night we spent together. It’s only been a
few days, but being away from him has given me some clarity. As much as I hate
to admit it: I have a crush. It’s official. I can’t get him out of my mind. Not
when I’m in class, not when I’m working out, not even when I’m with my friends.
It goes without saying that I’ve been looking forward to this date since the
second he left my apartment.
It’s Friday and I haven’t seen Josh in days. After months of
chasing after him, giving him my all, and gaining 55lbs, we finally fucked.
Four times. In one night. I’ve never chased after someone like how I chased
after him. No matter what I tried, though, he always got pissed off at me for
no real reason. I never cared though, I just tried to show him that I’m not as horrible
as he thinks. I wish I knew why he always thought I was stalking him. We live
right across from each other, went to the same university, and worked out at the
same gym. I didn’t think it was a crime to say hello.
Maybe I did go overboard, though. Sometimes, he’d hookup
with these gargantuan men. My temper would get the best of me, especially when
it was late. Not gonna lie, I was always jealous of those men. They don’t care
what size they are, they’re fat and getting fucked by Josh. There’s not more
that you could want. At least, there’s not more that I could want. I don’t like
to talk about it, but I’ve always wanted to let go and be fat. I fucking love
My friends have been concerned, but I tell them I’m just
doing a long bulk. I think they see through the bullshit. I used to work out
seven days a week, and that’s completely stopped. Before the deal, I can’t
remember the last time I had eaten more than 2000 calories in a day. Small
portions of grilled chicken salads were replaced with double quarter pounders
and dozens of donuts. I think the last time I drank water was a few weeks ago.
At first my body rejected soda, but now I can’t start my day without a bottle
or two of coke. I received a glass dessert display for a Christmas gift a few
years ago, but it hadn’t seen much action until the past few months. I forgot I
had a sweet tooth. I know if I want to stuff more in me, I can always handle
more sweet shit.
As I shower, I think about the way Josh smiles. I think
about how one side of his face lifts slightly higher than the other and how I
fall for it every time. I can’t stop playing the moment of when he first saw me
after break, dozens of pounds heavier. The shock in his dark eyes, the obvious
hard-on in his shorts. I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him like never before.
As I lather my body, I realize how utterly fat I’ve gotten over the past two
months. Instantly my cock gets hard, but it doesn’t reach the height that it
used to reach. There’s too much fat blocking it. I run my hands over my chest
and feel it bounce. Deep down I know I want it bigger, I want all of it bigger.
I’ve been stuffing myself since the day Josh and I made that deal. I haven’t
even worked out, and it shows. My legs aren’t toned, my arms are getting
flabby, and my chest is looking more feminine every day.
I dry off and grab a pair of jeans. 36’s and they’re skin
tight. I suck in my gut to button them, and it hurts when they finally latch. I
put on a white undershirt, knowing that my fat is going to strain the buttons
on the size large black button up I’m putting on. Should I wear a bowtie? No,
that worked when I was slim, but not anymore. I grab my belt and put it on, but
realize I can’t it to reach where it’ll fasten. Fuck. I knew I should’ve bought
a bigger one, but I was too busy jerking off and eating Burger King. What about
suspenders? No, there’s no way I can tuck in this shirt. Maybe soon my belly
will hide my straining pant button, but not yet. I’ll just have to deal with
it. I do my hair casually messy in the mirror. I’m still hot as fuck, if you
ask me. Just chubby now. Hopefully Josh will be impressed with the tight
clothes, I think to myself. I can’t lose him this early in.
At 7pm I make the short walk to his door, wishing that it
were colder out tonight. Maybe I could wear a jacket and hide the tight shirt,
but that’s not really an option. I knock on the door and Josh quickly answers.
He looks adorable in a well-fitting cardigan and black skinny jeans, the kind
of jeans I used to wear. As soon as he sees me he pushes his cute glasses up
and takes a moment. “Hey,” I say with a smile. I want him to feel comfortable
“Hey.” He says, like he’s not
sure what to do. He’s eying me up and down and trying to hold back a smile. He
bites his lip, I step closer.
Carter steps closer to me and I basically lose control. I
swear he looks fatter than he did days ago, but maybe it’s just the tight shirt
he’s wearing. I wish he weren’t wearing an undershirt, though. Belly peeking
through buttons is always a plus. Not to mention that he’s not wearing a belt.
I can’t tell if it’s because his jeans are so tight that he doesn’t need one,
or if he outgrew his biggest. Despite that, and despite my horniness, I really
am glad to see him. That’s why as soon as things get awkward I wrap my arms
around him and hug him like a child. I don’t want him to see how he makes me
smile an idiot’s smile.
He takes me out to his car, a big truck. I don’t know much
about cars, but I know that this is a very douchy truck. Not surprising, but I’m
trying to not be judgmental. Conversation with him gets a lot more comfortable
as he drives, we actually have a lot in common. Apparently he started out as an
art major, too, before his parents pressured him to switch to finance. It
surprises me that (ex) Big Dumb Muscle Jock Carter from across the hall
actually has a personality, completed with actual emotions.
We arrive at this fancy Brazilian meat restaurant. Carter
says that you pay at the beginning and servers walk around you all night
offering you different meats. I can’t eat that much but it sounds like the
perfect place for him.
Carter pays for me at the beginning, and I’m so thankful.
This place is expensive as hell. I ask him if he’d rather go somewhere more
affordable, but he says he doesn’t mind. Over dinner, Carter makes sure to say
yes to whatever sample of meat is brought to him. 20 minutes in and he’s
already covered in exotic barbeque sauce and straining his shirt beyond its
“You might wanna slow down there,” I tell him. “It looks
like that shirt might burst.”
“Oh what? You mean like this?” He asks playfully and sits
up. He leans over a bit and the second to bottom black button flies off and slides
under a table across from us. A few of the men look at us before realizing what
happened. I can’t help but laugh. His gut shook for a solid 5 seconds after the
button pop. I don’t think this kind of thing usually happens at upscale places,
but nobody seems to care.
Conversation continues, and I
find out that Carter actually just graduated a semester early with a degree in
finance. He recently got a job as an accountant at a law firm, which I guess
explains how he can afford this dinner. It’s actually nice getting to know the
man behind the musc- well, fat. There’s a lot more to him than I thought. He
even compliments the paintings he’s seen in my apartment. I don’t tell him that
I painted them, but I do note that he likes them.
I’m getting painfully full as I finish telling Josh about my
new job. He really is everything I thought he’d be. He even laughed when I
accidentally popped a shirt button from stuffing myself too much.
Speaking of stuffing myself, my pants are really tight. I
can’t go on much longer, and I just grabbed a large plate of lamb. I wipe my
hands off and, while Josh is talking, subtly reach down under my gut and play
with my button until it pops open. My stuffed gut releases itself and I let out
a deep breath of relief. Josh looks at me and then looks to the side. He
casually covers his mouth, but I know he’s grinning. I think he thinks he hides
it well, but his eyes give his smile away. Just for him, I grab a plate of
thick sausages from a passing waiter.
That date ended in a lot more food, and a lot of fucking. The
entire weekend went the same way. Pretty much every weekend since then has,
which hasn’t been the best for work. I try to find a good balance between
hanging with my new coworkers and being with Josh, but my appetite always
pushed me towards Josh. It shows, too. It’s only been a couple more months but
damn I’m getting big. I actually have an overhang now, and a real double chin.
I get so fucking out of breath, though. We only live on the second floor but I haven’t
taken the stairs in so long. Not to mention that it’s getting hot outside. I
didn’t know I could sweat this much. Did you know that fat guys sweat under their
moobs? Also in between our fat rolls. It’s fucking ridiculous. I can’t tell if
267lbs is worth all this effort. It’s getting hard motivating myself to get up
and go to work now, when all I really want to do is eat, fuck, jerk off, and
I had to buy all new clothes when I hit 240. None of the
larges were even close to buttoning, and neither were my pants. I’m glad nobody
at work knows that 6 months ago I was body building, but they have noticed that
I’ve put on some weight. One day, after a particularly big company lunch, I sat
down in my office chair and my ass seam ripped all the way down. I had one of
my buddies who, lives in my apartments, bring me another pair, which were
equally as tight. I’m just glad I can hide my unbuttoned pants with my belly
now. There’s not much I can do about shirts that always fucking ride up,
though. I feel like a bloated balloon. A really fat balloon that can’t stop
eating and is scared he’s gonna break his desk chair.
Josh fucking loves it though. He eats this shit up like how
I eat cake. It’s like I’m getting addicted to fat and sugar, and I think I like
it. Sometimes, especially when I’m really full, I’ll just eat more instead of
fucking. I’ve been getting more fun out of it, and I can eat so much. I’ve been
tracking my calories and usually I don’t eat less than 5,500 a day. I’m used to
it; I’ve gotten used to the feeling of always wanting more. I think Josh is
getting used to it, too. His favorite thing to do lately is to shove my man
boobs together and try to fuck them. They’re not there yet, but I think they
will be soon. He’ll fuck any part of me, any part that’s fat. Especially my
ass. The other day he told me that my ass cheeks are getting to the size of my
belly when I was 230. I almost came right there.
I’ve been gaining really fucking
fast. I don’t know if I like it, and last night I brought it up with Josh
before we went to get food. I told him I wanted to slow it down, but it was
obvious he wanted the opposite. He told me that if I gain 40 more pounds by the
end of his semester he’ll be my boyfriend. We never became official, and
usually I don’t give a shit about that, but this is different. I’ve told him
what I want before, but he has commitment issues. If I ever want this to turn
into something other than weekend stuffings, I know what I gotta do.
It’ll be a lot easier now,
considering what happened after that conversation.
Last night I went over to Carter’s place, as I usually do,
but he seemed down. Laying on his bed, shirtless and rubbing his basketball
sized gut, I assumed he was hungry. But he actually said that he’s been wanting
to gain slower, or even stop. He looked so cute and innocent laying on the bed
with those fat cheeks that I almost said okay, but in all honesty he’s still
pretty skinny in my book. If he wants to be with me, like for real, he’ll have
to be bigger. I think he’ll like it, I really do. I’m just not really into relationships.
I’ve got way too much other stuff on my plate, and he’s still pressuring me to
be with him full time. At the same time, though, he has gained a lot for me.
Not to mention we do have fun when we’re together. We’ve only argued once since
we’ve been together, and that was over which fried chicken place we should go
I told him that if he really wants to be with me, he’d have
to gain 40 lbs in two months. If he can do it, I think I’ll know he’s worth
getting tied down for. We even shook on it.
After that conversation, shit hit the fan.
We were in Carter’s truck on our way to this new Korean buffet
his work friends told him about. He looked really good, at least by my
standards. I’ve gotten so used to seeing him in tight, stained old shirts and
small sweatpants he’s too lazy to get rid of, that him wearing pants and a
dress shirt was basically shocking. He did look really handsome, his thick neck
taking up his collar, the way his fat ass and thighs filled out those pants. It’s
hard to believe that he almost became a personal trainer. I love the chubby,
studly Carter much more than the muscled up asshole I once knew him to be.
We were having our usual conversation, talking about what he’s
going to eat for me after the Korean buffet, when we passed a four-way
intersection. Some drunk asshole ran his light and Carter, preoccupied with
thinking about food, didn’t notice. Luckily he’s okay, kind of. His hip was
shattered in the wreck and has been in and out of surgery since. He’s stable
now, but everyone is still on edge. Carter’s dad came to see him in the
hospital for their first time in months. He barely recognized Carter at first.
One of the doctors told him that I’m Carter’s friend, and his dad came to talk
to me. He looks a lot like how Carter did when he was fit, just an older
version. He asked about the weight gain and the accident, and I lied my ass
off. Hopefully it’ll all get sorted out soon.
It’s been a long 24 hours.
I hope you all liked part 1! If this gets over 160 notes I’ll write a part 2. And, as usual, feel free to message me with any suggestions, comments, or questions!
You studied Draco’s face as he carefully opened your gift. His beautiful blue eyes, his pale skin, his soft blonde hair, his pink lips. Everything about him was beautiful. “Thanks dear, it’s a beautiful watch. Now it’s time for my present.” He said with a smirk. Confused you started unwrapping the package. A laugh escaped your lips as you saw what was inside. “Why don’t you go try it on, love?” He winked. “Alright, give me five minutes.” You quickly ran upstairs and put on the green and silver lingerie he had given you. Just as you laid down on the bed the door opened to reveal an already shirtless Draco. “Someone’s eager.” He bit his lip as he crawled on top of you, trailing soft kisses up your body. “I’m always eager for you baby. But you know, I don’t really like the lingerie that much you should probably take it of.” You connected your lips, feeling his growing bulge against your leg. He quickly removed your bra, his fingers slightly pinching your nipple as his other hand went down to the hem of your panties. You lifted your hips so he could take them of. Without warning you felt one of his long fingers enter you while he rubbed your clit with his thumb. You moaned at the sudden pleasure, arching your back. He added a second finger and you could already feel your orgasm getting near. You whined as he suddenly pulled his hand back. “Draco why’d you do that?” He laughed at the anger in your voice. “Patience, my love.” He said as he quickly got rid of his trousers and boxers. He slowly ran his tip between your folds. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.” He instantly slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust. He groaned, feeling your tight pussy around his long cock. “F-faster Draco, p-please.” You moaned as he picked up his pace. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room. You buckled your hips to meet his thrusts. One of his hands was on your breast, the other next to your head, supporting him while your hands were tangled in his hair and scratching at his back. Your walls clenched around him as you felt your high approaching. “Oh that feels so good.” Draco grunted. Seconds later you gripped his arm, releasing on his dick. He looked down, seeing his cock moving in and out of you, covered in your juices, sent him over the edge as he spilled his seed into you. He thrusted a few more times before he collapsed on top of your body, the both of you breathing heavily, his penis still inside of you. You softly played with the ends of his hair as he drew small circles on your hip. “Good thing I wrote Christmas eve sex on my wish list.” He said, rolling of off you and pulling you close.