"UUURRRRPPPP!"

The fat man belched loud and long as he sat back in his chair, shifting his ample rear that filled up the space between the chair arms.

He looked down at the union suit that he was wearing. Little wisps of chest hair peeped out from the gaps where his round pecs pushed the button-front apart. On either side, he could see his large tits pushed up like two little peaks on the cushions that had once been rock hard. Slowly, he let his hand slide down his front, tracing the gaps that got large and larger from the loss of buttons and stretching of paunch, until he reached the tope of his large fleshy dome and fingered his navel that was now the only button that would stay on his belly.... It had been a small indentation in a design of firm trim ab muscles when he had first sat down at this table.

Then he had not been a fat man. Far from it. The man who had raised the first forkful of food to his sensual lips, had been sculpted and muscular, wearing a tailored suit, crisp shirt and had looked as if he stepped out of GQ.

When had that been? Lazily, he scratched his thick mop of hair trying to remember.

But all that came to mind was the endless flow of food that he had eaten as fast as it had come. He no longer could recall how he had come to this table, or the moment when he realized that he couldn't stop eating. The shock he had felt as his carefully ironed shirt began snapping its buttons one after the other because of his bloating torso was nothing now. It was almost impossible to ever think that he had watched in horror as the strain growing belly snapped his belt apart. Did he really cry "IâM FAT!" with his mouth muffled by the food he was shoveling into it? It seemed now that he had always been here growing, and eating...

He could remember the sharp rip of his trousers as the seat gave out, but the relief of feeling his ass push out free from its restraints was an even stronger sensation in his mind. The idea that his legs had once been lean and rigid with muscle seemed impossible now. The thighs jiggled with their layer of blubber at every movement pulling the underwear's inseams -- underwear that had actually been loose on him once -- stitch by stitch, just as he had seen his suit pant once tear to tatters earlier. One by one, each item of his clothing had burst off, unable to contain his fattening body, until he was down to the long underwear that had lost all its bagginess.

More and more he filled the union suit out turning it into smooth tights that erotically outlined every ounce of fat he had put on and were now giving way making him look even more obscene.

But the fat man had still kept eating. There was no horror at the pounds that kept covering his figure anymore. Instead it was replaced by a desire to keep eating more and more, a pleasure at the sensation of feeling full, and felling the jelly-like sluggishness of his body -- especially the belly....

And one other thing...

What was it?

He had to remember THAT!

Suddenly there was a movement under the plate scattered table. The fat man's eyes spotted the face of a man before it darted behind the belly that was so tightly wedged against the table-top.

Ahhhh... NOW he remembered...

A pair of eager hands reached into the shredding seams to massage his massive thighs. He grunted with pleasure as he felt the warm lips kissing the mound of his crotch. The mouth worked on the stretchy cotton that covered his cock and balls. Rolls of fat that flowed over the arms of his chair jiggled as the fat man shifted about in response to feeling his lower half getting tickled and kissed. Seams, already past holding any of his bulk, snapped and popped further.

But his cock was still trapped in the fabric pouch., every kiss, lick and nuzzle making it harder and more erect.

Kiss -- suck -- stroke...

The fat man moaned as the pressure mounted. One of the last fastened buttons popped off of his upper belly as he rocked to the rhythm of the servicing that he was too fat to see anymore...

His tongue ran feverishly over his moist, plump lips...

Larger -- his cock was getting larger as the pressure increased. It was a large fat cock -- had always been fat, even when its owner was slender. Now the rest of the man was fat to match the cock, and he would get even fatter.

Stroke -- kiss -- suck...

He put his heavy hands on his nipples and rubbed and pinched them, the sensations heightening his increasing state of intense arousal...

Outlined by the remains of the union suit, underneath the expanse of his gut and surrounded by the massive legs, his cock was now painfully rigid and straining to be free -- free to stick out and upward against the curve of his huge lower belly.

But it was still under the ribbed cloth.

Suck -- stroke -- kiss...

"OOOOOOHHHH!!!" the fat man moaned and felt his groin surge.

The round head of his cock was in clear outline under the union suit crotch.

A wet spot appeared at its top. The fabric darkened as the pre-come moistened the area...

Kiss -- suck -- stroke...

With a sharp, happy cry, the fat man gave himself to the release of his cock as the thick stream of his come filled the crotch and oozed through the covering. A final surge of his cock sprayed free between his massive thighs and the last bits of worn pouch disintegrated under the pressure and wetness.

His cock was free...

The fat man relaxed with a smile, enjoying the soft final stroking of the man who was under the table. He knew that he would be taking off the union suit now and would be able to sit back without any tight clothes to constrict his body.

He would have room to eat more and get even fatter...

...and fatter...

...and fatter...

And the fatter he got, the better the sex would be....