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My Big Boss Part 1
It was a Friday afternoon, nearly quitting time, when I got an email from my boss asking me to come see him before the day was out. Excitement welled up within me at the prospect of seeing the object of my fantasies up close before he left for the weekend. My boss, Mark, was an ex-jock who had played as a center in college basketball before having to hang it up after suffering a torn ACL. He was a giant of a man, standing 7’4” and had to, at my best guess, tip the scales at over 400 pounds. I knocked on the door to his office and entered after hearing his greeting. There with his hands behind his head, leaning back in his office chair, he appeared to be the embodiment of every single fantasy that I had dreamed of over the last few years. The t shirt he wore of his favorite pro basketball team looked as if it had stopped fitting him well several months ago, done in by a combination of shrinking from the wash and the continual expansion of his belly. Nearly 4 inches of his hairy stomach was exposed as I made my way into the office. Inwardly, I said a prayer of thanks for casual Friday. |
He quickly sat up straight and pulled his shirt back down over his belly, the fabric straining to cover the hairy beach ball beneath. The chair creaked beneath the frame of my boss’ big body as I made my way and sat at a chair across from him. He sat just a few feet away from me, oblivious to the thoughts that were racing through my mind. His ball belly sat firmly atop his lap, and I did my best to not get caught staring blatantly at his massive gut. Mark was 34, only 2 years older than myself, and had undergone a dramatic physical transformation in the 4 years that he had been my boss.
The stress of dealing with his 2nd divorce and a rebellious teenage daughter had caused him to pack on the pounds in hurry over the last few years. It was apparent that he was drowning his sorrows in a mixture of beer and high fat foods. In addition to his dramatic weight gain, Mark’s hair had started to thin dramatically, his salt and pepper hair giving him a distinguished look that made him appear at least 10 years older than what he was.
"I just wanted to tell you, Chris, that I appreciated the extra work you’ve put in over the last few weeks in order to help make sure that everything’s been completed on time. It’s been a little rough on me here recently, with what’s been going on at home, and I couldn’t have made it through the last few weeks here at work without your extra help”, Mark began.
"Sure, no problem”, I replied. "I do what I can to help out, besides it’s just me at home so I don’t have to worry about being home at a certain time. I can put in a couple of hours extra per day and don’t have hell to pay.”
Mark chuckled, "Smart man never getting married. I’ve done it two times too many! Hey, I wanted to let you know that a few of us guys are going out after work for dinner and drinks, and I wanted to invite you along if you don’t have plans.”
My mind raced momentarily and I tried to hide my excitement before replying, "Sure, I’ve got a few things to finish up here, but that sounds like fun. I don’t drink, so feel free to use me as your designated driver if you’d like.”
"Great! I appreciate that. I just might take you up on that, Chris.”
I stood up to leave to the office, and Mark got to his feet with a slight groan as he hoisted himself out of the chair. He raised to his full height of 7’4”, towering over my 4’10” frame, the top of my head barely coming to the middle of his belly. I shook his hand, feeling it dwarf mine within his firm grasp and I craned my neck to make eye contact with him. My mouth was just about even with where I imagined his belly button to be, and I did my best to not show my excitement by once again being in such close proximity to my enormous boss. I exited the office and made my way back to my desk with a head full of thoughts, anticipating about what the evening might hold.
A few hours later, I met up with Mark and two other co-workers, Jeff and Mike, from the insurance agency where I worked. They had arrived before me, and had chosen a table towards the back of the restaurant where we could set up shop for while for dinner and then drinks. I approached the table and noticed that even seated, I had to glance upwards to make eye contact with my boss. I grabbed a seat opposite of Mark, and placed my order with the waitress. For the next few minutes, small talk ensued with my co-workers talking about their kids and complaining about their spouses. Mark’s size 22 feet were right next to mine, and I kept stealing glances at it next to my own size 4 shoe, amazed at the difference in size between the two. I did my best to maintain some semblance of feigned interest in the conversation while thoughts about Mark raced through my head.
The waitress kept the drinks coming, and I noticed that Mark was getting loosened up considerably. He began to laugh more frequently and made a lot more contact with my legs under the table; he would make contact with my feet underneath the table and not move his foot, seemingly daring me to see if I’d move it. I tried my best to ignore it and tried to make conversation with the other guys until dinner came.
Finally, the meal came and I was amazed at the amount of food that Mark had ordered.. On his plate before him was a steak that covered nearly half his plate, a baked potato drenched in cheese and sour cream. In addition, he ordered a side order of onion rings and cheesy fries as well. Seeing me eye his food, he spoke up and told us that we could all share in the onion rings and fries. Seeing the amount of food before Jeff, Mike, and myself, I knew that none of us would be touching those appetizers except for Mark. The conversation slowed dramatically as we all dove into our food. Across the table, I was amazed to see the speed at which Mark was downing his food. Before I had even finished my cheeseburger, he had nearly devoured his entire steak and half of his baked potato. I began to see where his massive weight gain originated, if this was any indication of how he normally eats.
Throughout the meal, the waitress kept Mark’s glass full of beer. With a man of his size, it would take a lot of alcohol to get him drunk, and it was plain to see with the amount he was ingesting that was indeed his goal. Within a few minutes, I become stuffed to the point that I pushed my plate away, leaving half of my fries on my plate. Mark was still working on his cheesy fries and asked me if I was going to eat what was on my plate. I told him no and offered them to him, which he quickly accepted.
Thirty minutes later, Jeff and Mike were on their way out the door to spend the rest of the evening with their families. This left Mark and I alone at the table, something I had been waiting for all evening.
"Chris, do you want any dessert?” Mark asked.
"No, I don’t, but it sure does look good! I just don’t have any room left. Go ahead and get you something good! ", I offered. I was hoping that I would get to see my colossal boss gulp down a big dessert while he was at it.
Moments later, Mark had ordered the house specialty for dessert: a mammoth portion of cheesecake smothered in chocolate sauce with a side helping of vanilla ice cream. I was amazed at the man’s ability to put away food. It was then that he spoke up.
"God, I can’t seem to help myself anymore when it comes to food, Chris. I’ve been eating whatever is in front of me ever since Denise left. I never thought that she would leave me, but I guess I should have known better than to marry someone after only knowing her for a few months. I guess I’ve just been drowning my sorrows in good food and good beer whenever I get the chance, which is pretty often here recently.”
Mark reached down and slowly massaged his swollen belly in an effort to relieve some of the cramping and to make room for the dessert that was soon to follow. My eyes followed his hands as they made lazy circles across the giant ball belly sitting in his lap. Seconds later, our eyes met as he caught me watching what he was doing.
"This gut is pretty big, eh?” Mark said with a smile. "I think I’ve just about outgrown all my clothes that I have now. Last time I weighed myself a month ago I was up to 470. My playing weight in college was 250. I can’t believe that I’m nearly double what I was then!”
"Yeah, you’re a big guy alright,” I agreed. "It looks good on you, though. You carry it well.”
Thankfully at that moment, the waitress came and brought the dessert to give Mark something else to focus on other than what I had just said. Inwardly, I was kicking myself at being too obvious by making such a statement. He seemed oblivious, though, as he tore into the heaping portion of dessert in front of him. I watched in amazement as he consumed the high calorie sweet in just a few minutes, barely pausing between bites.
After finishing his dessert, Mark asked the waitress to bring him a pitcher of beer. Mark smiled at me and asked if my offer to be his designated driver still stood. Quickly, I agreed. The chance to see where the object of my fantasies lived is one that I could not pass up. Besides, I didn’t have any plans for later tonight anyways. We made small talk for the next half hour before deciding to call it a night at the restaurant.
After settling our tabs, I stood up first to leave. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine as I realized that Mark was still looking down at me, even though I was standing beside him. I felt like a mere child beside him. He pushed his chair back and braced himself to stand, exhaling deeply as he did so. The family at the table next to us gasped audibly as they saw Mark rise to his full height. He must have been used to such things, though, for he said not a word. We must have made quite the spectacle, considering the size difference between the two us. We made our way our way out of the restaurant, with Mark leading the way. I was enjoying the view from behind, amazed at the fact that his butt came to about the midpoint of my chest. Patron after patron turned to watch us leave, some even openly pointing at the two of us as we walked by.
Once outside in the cool night air, Mark inhaled deeply, pushing his belly out farther as he stretched. I stood close by in amazement at the sheer size of my boss. As he stretched, his t-shirt again rode up his belly, exposing his hairy belly right before my eyes. If I were so brave, I could have reached out and kissed his belly button. I longed to wrap my arms around his belly and plant my face into his enormous belly, to feel what it would be like to explore his belly button with my tongue as I stood before this giant of a man.
Mark look down at me, and I could only imagine the thoughts running though his head as he saw me staring so adoringly up at him. He winked at me and asked me if I was ready to be his designated driver and take him home. I quickly agreed and we made our way together to his vehicle, a newer model Dodge truck. He had had the seats customized to fit his massive frame, and as I climbed into the driver’s seat, I had to laugh inwardly at how far back the seat was to where it should be for a man of my stature. I must have looked like a child behind the wheel of this vehicle. Mark eased his big frame into the passenger seat and adjusted the seat to give him the necessary leg room. After cracking a joke at my expense at how I’d need a booster seat to drive his truck, Mark showed where to adjust the seat to ensure that I could operate the vehicle safely. I looked over at Mark and smiled, quietly taking in the sight of seeing my giant boss reclined in his seat with his swollen belly sitting on his lap. Even with the amount of room in the truck, his knees were still nearly touching the dashboard of the truck.
I started the engine and made my way out of the parking lot of the restaurant. Mark gave me directions as I drove to his home, about 15 minutes away. I pulled into the driveway of a modern 2-story home, and turned the engine off. I looked over at Mark, who looked like he was half asleep. He was breathing heavily, as if he was in some pain from the amount of food he had consumed at dinner. Mark looked at me and smiled, his crooked smile giving him a boyish charm despite his massive size.
"Would you like to come in for some coffee?” Mark asked. "I just rented that movie we were all talking about last week as well that none of us had seen. It sounds pretty good.”
Not wanting to appear too eager, I paused a moment before accepting his offer. Mark smiled at me and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that I was getting ready to spend the evening in the company of my boss, the man who had been the subject of countless fantasies of mine over the last 4 years. Mark led the way to his front door, his long strides quickly outpacing my relatively short ones. He stood before me at the door, his back turned to me as he unlocked the door. I stood behind him as close as I dared, drinking in the masculine aroma of cologne and alcohol. I gazed upwards at his massive back and beyond that to the back of his head, knowing that I couldn’t even touch his face from where I stood due to the incredible height difference between the two of us.
Mark walked inside and stepped to the side to let me in. He looked down at me and smiled as I walked by him. Just as I did, Mark went to close the door and we bumped into one another in the entryway. As we did so, my face grazed his belly as it protruded out into the space between us. I was amazed at how solid it felt as my head recoiled from the contact.
"I’m so sorry, Chris! Are you okay?” Mark quickly asked me, as he stepped back and looked down at me with a look of concern. "This monster belly of mine keeps getting bigger, and I keep forgetting where it is sometimes!” he chuckled. I looked up at him and laughed as well, hoping he would not see how red my face had become at the close contact with his belly.
Mark led the way into the massive living room. Against one wall was a stone fireplace that dominated the room. Against the other wall was a massive entertainment unit anchored by a television that had to be bigger than I was tall. A comfortable sectional sofa was the main seating in this room, and it look to be long enough for Mark to stretch out on and easily have enough room. After asking me what I’d like to drink, Mark entered the living room with my bottle of water and a large bottle of beer for himself.
We both sat on the same couch, separated by less than a couple of feet. I was amazed at how small Mark made me feel, even while seated. His long legs were crossed at the heels, his shoes still covering his enormous feet. Mark flipped the television on to the last few minutes of a basketball game that was underway. I got light headed when Mark leaned back on the sofa and put his hands his head, exposing to me again his massive hairy gut. He seemed oblivious to my presence as he began to knead his belly with his long fingers. I tried to act as nonchalantly as possible and kept sipping my water in an effort to avoid detection.
Then to my great surprise, Mark turned away from the television screen and caught my eye. "Would you like to give this a try, Chris?” he asked with a hint of a devilish grin playing across his face. "I’ve seen how you look at me at work, but I’ve always been too scared to try anything with you before. Since my wife left me, I’ve been curious about what it’d be like to be with a man, especially one as small as you are. You’re, what, about 5’1” and 130?” he asked me.
Despite the lump in my throat that threatened to steal my voice and my disbelief at what was transpiring before my very eyes, I was able to softly respond with "4’10”, 110 pounds.”
"Damn, you’re tiny, Chris!” Mark chuckled softly, "I’m over 4 times heavier than you are! God, that’s hot…” Mark’s voice trailed off softly, and it dawned on me that maybe I wasn’t the only one who had been having fantasies.
I slowly raised myself off the couch and stood in front of Mark, looking down at this giant of a man as he sat before me. Unexpectedly, Mark began to shift his massive frame forward off of the couch until he was on his knees in front of me. Even so, I had to look upwards a few inches into the soft brown eyes of the object of my fantasies. Mark grinned down at me, and it became evident to me from the growing member in his pants that he was aroused at the sudden turn of events.
"You’re still looking up at me, even with me on my knees. That’s so hot!” Mark whispered softly.
I exhaled deeply, in disbelief that this god of a man was on his knees before me. I inched my way closer to him, my throbbing penis grinding into his rock hard belly as wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace. I felt so safe in his arms, yet strangely excited that this giant man could squeeze the life out of me if he so desired. I inhaled deeply his masculine scent as he held me close to his torso, the intoxicating musk of his aroma better than what I ever imagined it could be.
"Are you okay with this?” Mark spoke softly in my ear. "I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want to.”
"You’ve got to be kidding me,” I giggled. "I’ve only dreamed of this everyday for nearly the last 4 years.” I heard Mark exhale in a sigh of relief. "If you don’t mind, though, Mark, I’d like to do this in the way that I had always imagined it, if it’s okay with you.”
"Anything you want, little man, anything you want”, Mark quickly replied.
I instructed Mark to sit back down on the couch. I kneeled before him, and asked him to stretch out his long legs. I began to unlace his brown casual shoes, starting with his left, feeling the weight of his foot in my hands. I took my time untying and loosening the laces of this massive shoe, reveling in the fact that my long desired fantasy was playing out in real time. I slowly pulled the shoe off, revealing a foot nearly 15 inches in length. I lifted his foot to my face and breathed in deeply, the pungent aroma of sweat and leather mixing into an intoxicating blend that was better than I could have imagined. I looked up at Mark and saw a look of bewildered amusement on his face.
"You like my big feet too, eh?” he slyly smiled. "Take off my other shoe now” he ordered.
I quickly obeyed my massive boss and removed his other shoe, my excitement growing at being told what to do. With his feet free from the confines of his shoe, he twirled his foot about in front of my face, comparing the size of his foot with my face.
"Do you realize that my foot is almost twice as long as your head is?” he asked teasingly. I plunged my nose into his foot, feeling its warmth radiate against my skin, loving the way it made me feel so insignificant. "Lay down on the floor for a minute, Chris”, he ordered.
I lay down on the floor before Mark. He lifted his right foot and placed in gingerly on top of my face, pushing down ever so slightly to let me know that he was in control of the situation. I breathed in deeply as my face was nestled in the sole of his giant foot; I relished the feelings of inferiority that welled up within me as I was pressed beneath this size 22 foot.
As much as I was enjoying it, I could see that Mark was enjoying having someone to truly feel inferior next to his massive size. "Take my socks off now, Chris.”
I pulled off his dark brown socks, amazed at their size; it seemed to me that I could fit most of my arm up his giant sock. I buried my nose into his toes, enjoying the feeling of his long toes squirming and pressing into my face. Mark squeezed his toes together around my nostrils, momentarily cutting off my air supply. I felt a stab of panic well up within me as I realized just how truly powerless I was at this moment. I was completely at my boss’ mercy as his enormous foot sat atop my face.
"How do you like my feet now, little guy?” Mark teased, knowing that I was enjoying every second of his domination. He lifted his foot up and allowed me to breathe deeply once again. I sat up and held Mark’s foot in my lap, massaging its great length with slow and careful tenderness. I was, amazed at the size of it and, especially, at the length of his toes. They seemed to be nearly as long as my fingers and covered in dark hair. I gently intertwined my fingers between his toes, loving the size comparison of his toes to my fingers. Suddenly, Mark lifted his big toe to my mouth and instructed me to open my mouth. His big toe was longer and thicker than many of the penises that I had encountered in my life. "Suck on it, Chris”, he urged. I did my best to oblige him, but I found it nearly impossible to wrap my mouth around his toe, which caused Mark to laugh,” Too big for you, am I?”
I let my facial expression do my talking for me, as I struggled for breath with his big toe inside my mouth. I breathed in deeply though my nose, still inhaling the musky scent of his mammoth feet, his giant toe completely filling up my mouth prevented me from talking. I squirmed slightly at the feet of my gargantuan boss, enjoying the feeling of helplessness I felt as I lay before him. I wondered at that moment how it must feel for Mark to have his employee at his complete disposal, knowing that I was powerless against anything he would wish to do to me.
Suddenly Mark withdrew his foot from off my torso, removing his toe from my mouth. "Okay, little man, now it’s time for some real fun.” Judging from the twinkle in his eye and the excited tone in his voice, I anxiously awaited what was to come. "Stand up now, Chris.”
I slowly rose to my feet in front of Mark. He sat himself on the edge of the couch and looked up slightly at me and grinned. Mark pushed himself up off the couch, exhaling loudly as he did so, his nearly 500 pound frame rising quickly before my eyes. In a moment’s notice, Mark stood before me, all 7’4” of muscle and belly looming like a wall before me.
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