Two years later I weighed 200 pounds. I had gone off to college and gained the freshman fifteen plus some. I finally felt like I had a presence when I walked into a room. My gut was soft and prominent and nobody seemed to notice or care. Living away from home made it easier too. I could binge late into the night and pass out, bloated and swollen.
I dated a few guys from school, but they were all the lean, muscled type. I longed for the days of my regular after school specials with Mr. Cook. By the time I graduated he was 280 pounds of jiggly, hairy, man and I got to enjoy every inch of it. We never discussed his weight but I’m sure he knew I enjoyed it. After our first time together he gained weight with absolutely no regard. Every week he looked ten pounds heavier. After one of his brightly colored button ups ripped during class while sitting down, he retired his old wardrobe and only wore skin tight polos to school. Unfortunately, after I graduated we just seemed to stop hooking up. Moved on, you know.
The grocery store. One of my favorite places. I walk down my regular aisles piling in fattening food, my gut pushed up against the handle bar of the cart. My parents pay for food so there’s no holding back. As much as I can cram down my throat I buy. The best part is everyone just looks at me like I’m a college student. I’ve yet to get the disapproving glances of a fat ass losing control. I turn into the pasta aisle and hear someone say my name. I look up and to my delight I see a wonderfully round belly facing me.
“Hi. Do I know you?” I say.
“Yeah,” he laughs, “it’s me.. Mr. Cook?”
I know my pupils must have dilated at the sound of those words. This gorgeous fat man in front of me was my Mr. Cook? He had to be over 300 pounds now.
“Oh wow, you look great,” I stuttered.
His eyes were glowing as we exchanged compliments. After an awkward silence he invited me back to his place.
“Hey, you know I’m just picking up some stuff for dinner. Would you like to join me?”
And how could I say no to that?
On the ride over we chatted a bit about school, life, and other things. Although, we both knew what this was really about. I was in awe of Mr. Cooks round, soft abdomen. With every bump in the road it wobbled. I couldn’t help but stare with a hungry look in my eyes. He knew that I was captivated and seemed to show off a little bit.
When we pulled into the driveway he looked at me and smiled. I couldn’t resist and leaned in for a kiss. I put one hand on his fleshy neck and the other on his ample belly. We separated and brought the groceries in.
Once inside, Mr. Cook began to make dinner. As he stood over a pan on the stove I couldn’t wait any longer and moved in for the kill. From behind, I slipped my hands into the fold of his under belly and began to kiss his neck. My own paunch squished firmly into his lower back and my cock was instantly hard. A store bought chocolate cake sat nearby. I flipped off the lid and grabbed a chunk of it in my hands. I crammed it into Mr. Cook’s mouth and he ate it ravenously.
He turned to face me and we made out. My body sank into his massive gut and I could feel a throbbing erection through his pants. I began feeding him whatever was cooked and within arms length: cake, M&Ms, whipped cream, pasta. He sat on the counter with his belly spilling between his legs and resting on the counter top. I reached under it and unzipped his pants. Before long, his belly was smashed against my face as I sucked his dick. I stopped before he came and we moved to the bedroom.
