I stand against the door frame, trying to look sexy for my man. He’s lying in bed, watching me. To be more precise, he’s looking down at my fuzzy tummy. I mean, I don’t mind. He grew it, so he can look at it all he wants.
We met at the mall food court. I was gorging down on Charlie’s and he was eating Taco Bell. We were sitting on the same side of the booth, a few tables apart. I felt him glancing at my then small tummy, pressing against my shirt. I looked over at him, and watched him stuff his big belly with Taco Bell. A few minutes later we were pressed up against each other in a bathroom stall. I rubbed his warm belly while sucking on a hard nipple. It was almost love at first sight. His name was Kevin, and I’m Lenny.
It wasn’t long before I moved into his apartment. After all, it is easier to get fatter when you’re living with the person who wants you to grow. After some experimenting, we learned that I’m not a big fan of being fed, but fuck do I love to be encouraged to eat more until I think my gut will explode.
Kevin is a big man. He used to play football in college, and once he graduated, an athlete’s diet and no work-out regimen equals quite a big weight gain. He stands at 300 pounds of fat round belly, thick thighs, powerful chest, and a big bubble ass, which he lets me eat for dessert. When he comes home from work, I watch him remove his dress shirt (the buttons are straining more and more on it) and he removes his pants to expose his jockstrap clad ass to the world. Then we cuddle and discuss our days. From there we eat, and eat, and eat, until our guts stand tall and firm. Needless to say by that point, we are both sporting hardons and want release.
Not too long after I moved in, I started to notice my belly grow. It wasn’t anything like you read in gainer fiction. It was a lot of work to stuff this gut with extra calories. I honestly thought I would never grow. After a few weeks, one pound turned into two, then five, and in October I managed to gain ten pounds! It was amazing. Once I hit 220, Kevin called out of work and spent the whole day pampering me. He bought me whatever food I wanted, we watched movies, and he even blew me several times that day. It was a great reward for all of the hard work I had put in.
And here we are: me striping for him, showing off my 235-pound gut, while he fights passed his big man belly to stroke his dick. Mine starts to grow in my boxers as I jiggle and bounce my fat, teasing him as I move closer. He watches my belly move and shake as I walk closer and closer, before I start to crawl my blubbery body up the bed and lick the length of his dick. This proves too much for Kevin as he forces me on my back with my legs in the air. He looks like such a man from this position. His gut and chest pound forward as he takes me and fucks me. I watch his body move as he thrusts in me, and I know he’s watching my fat bounce as he fucks me harder.
Once we are both spent, and my head rests on his chest, I trace the curvy outlines of his body, truly in love with my big man. As I’m about to drift off to sleep on his warm body, his deep voice wakes me up.
“Do you want some cake?”
I smile as my belly rumbles.
“Of course I do.”