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I wasn't too keen on the move, but the boss said I had to. The end

of the fat-and-happy 90's left our company scrambling to

consolidate facilities and trim costs wherever possible. This meant

that my 20 minute commute was about to become an hour. Well,

the fat-and happy 90's had also left me fat-and-happy. I'd given up

trying to find a workout partner at the gym, heck, I only went to look

at the other people there anyway.

 

I had discovered gaining chat rooms and found that these fantasies

I'd had since childhood weren't weird at all, and spent a year trying

to find someone in the area to fatten up. Finally I just gave up and

started on myself. It was really fun exploring my scientific curiosity.

I tried gainer shakes, heavy cream, [that stuff is gross, but it

works!], and I found all of the all-you-can-eat places within close

driving distance of the office. I would take a newspaper with me, or

something I'd printed out from the web, get a remote table and just

eat.

 

Slowly, methodically, cleaning one plate, reaching a stopping place

in my reading, and loading up another, I loved the feeling of eating

till it absolutely hurt. I got really horny each time I would notice that

my shirt was spreading between buttons, while it had fit fine when I

came in. I also spent a lot of time glancing over my paper to watch

the really big guys loading up at the buffet. I loved seeing them lean

way in to get to something in the back, while their bellies totally

enveloped the tray table in soft blubber. Some of those guys must

have been well over 400 pounds, and it looked like they all wore the

same size shirt! I couldn't take my eyes off the big wobbly bellies

that took the shape of the skin-tight polo shirts, and I imagined what

the struggle must look like to get the shirt tucked in. I tried to

picture what they must look like with the shirt off, big huge tits

resting atop a soft bloated belly with its cavernous belly button.

God, I'm in heaven!

 

I also loved seeing the young construction workers, the guys who

had been the big tough jocks in high school. Now they wore their

shirts untucked in the hopes that no one would see what a year or

two of food, beer and inactivity can do. In a year and a half I had

gone from 210 pounds of mostly muscle to 260 pounds of mostly

fat, and on my 6-foot frame, it was really starting to show. My belly

was rounding out nicely, and it turned me on just to walk down the

hall. It had grown out so that there was a nice round paunch

hanging beyond my belt, and each step I took would cause it to pull

downward. I could get a rhythm going if I didn't think anyone was

looking, and by the time I got to the end of the hall my cock was

raging hard and demanding attention.

 

My goal was to see what 300 to 350 pounds was like. I mean, this

was all just scientific curiosity. If it started to affect my health, or if

I didn't like it, I could always lose it again. Losing weight had never

really been tough for me. Now I was discovering how fucking hot it

felt to get fat. I had never been so horny in all my life. Every night I

would finish a huge dinner and jerk off rubbing my belly and fall

asleep.

 

And now the move. I hated having to pack up books and prototype

parts from my shelves and desk, hated having to finally sort through

the stacks of papers I had kept for some reason, now unknown. I

scavenged boxes from all over, and loaded as much as I could into

the truck. It was amazing how quickly I'd get out of breath just

walking up and down the stairs a couple of times to load the boxes.

I also discovered that it felt the most comfortable to carry the boxes

under my belly, letting it rest on top. Unloading the truck meant

doing it all again, this time for a new audience.

 

I recognized a few faces at my new building, as I'd seen them in

meetings, but most of the faces were new. I could feel eyes on me

every second, being the new guy.

 

"You're Scott, aren't you?" came a voice from behind me as I bent

to put a box down in my cube. I turned around to greet quite

possibly the biggest, most muscular man I'd ever seen in person.

"I'm Dave, Dave Parker? I know we've e-mailed a bunch for the

U152 program, but I don't think we've ever met. Welcome to the

neighborhood."

 

This guy was fucking HUGE. . . I don't even know the names for all

the muscles that were bulging grotesquely beneath his baggy

business-casual attire. His head was propped between monstrous

delts, his shoulders went out past the sleeve seams of his shirt, and

the muscles connecting his shoulders to his pecs formed a shelf

beneath his chin that I could have stood my books on. His arms

stuck out from his sides to accommodate the enormous lats that

grew there, and his biceps rested like huge slabs of meat, actually

hanging a bit under their own weight. Anything from the edge of his

chest-shelf to his waist was a mystery, as the baggy shirt was

pulled down into his pants. He was obviously wearing pants that

were much bigger than his waist, to make room for his massive

legs. A belt cinched the pants so tight that it left folds in the

waistband. His voice was normal, even soft, not like the bass I

would have expected from this cartoon of a man.

 

"You look like you could use some help there. " His words shook

me out of my trance, and I blushed as I wondered how long I'd

been gawking.

 

"Uhhh. . . yeah. . . sure could." My mental engines start up slowly.

As I stood up, I noticed his eyes dart down to my belly and back up

again. It's something I have become aware of only after putting on

a gut, and I now understand what women with large breasts

endure.

 

He smiled warmly as I extended my hand, and his engulfed mine in

a warm handshake. "I've got a few more boxes down in the truck. "

 

"Oh, a pickup man. . . What do you drive?"

 

"Dodge Ram. It's my baby."

 

"Cool. I'll have to show you mine sometime. It's at home today

'cause it was too damn nice out to leave my bike at home."

 

I tried making polite conversation while not letting on too much that I

was totally fascinated with this guy's physique. If I'd met him two

years ago, I might have never gotten so damn fat. We brought the

last boxes in, and I got to follow him up the stairs, this mountain of

man gliding gracefully in front of me. I hurried to keep up and ended

up panting at the top of the stairs. As much as I wanted to stare at

him all day, I really wished that Dave would go away so I could

start hunting local buffets.

 

I also didn't think my cock could stay still for much more of this.

Every move he made caused waves of muscle to dance beneath his

shirt.

 

"Hey, it's gettin' close to lunch time. You wanna go grab something?

I'm starved!"

 

Crap. I'm stuck with Schwartzenegger for sprouts and garbanzo

beans. I hope this doesn't become a habit. "Yeah, sure. . . what's

around here?"

 

"I was thinkin' we could hit a buffet, that way we can both get

whatever we want," said Dave. I hope I didn't smile too quickly, but

this guy probably didn't realize how much he was helping me out.

 

Dave arranged himself a tiny salad and I fell into my old habit,

loading a plate as high as I could with pasta, meatballs, pizza, beef,

mashed potatoes and gravy, and an assortment of chicken wings.

 

"Dude, you're allowed to go back again," Dave joked as we sat

down. We started talking and I started eating. We talked about

work, cars, where we'd gone to school, and I went back for plate

after plate while Dave nursed his salad. He was pleasant and fun to

talk to, and I just totally let myself pig out.

 

After the fourth heaping plate of food, I tossed my napkin onto the

table and said "Oof, I think I overdid it." My belly was stuffed tight

and was just beginning to feel sore. I was breathing in short quick

breaths that I tried to keep silent so as not to embarrass myself

further.

 

"What? you didn't even hit the dessert bar yet!" Dave smiled and

got up. God, he was hot and I just wanted to watch him walk away.

He was sexy as hell from any angle.

 

"Come on," he said, and I got up and followed slowly. Dave loaded

up a dinner plate with desserts, short cake, cheesecake, cookies,

brownies, and he also got a bowl of soft-serve ice cream with

sprinkles. Was this guy nuts? I followed suit, showing clearly that I

knew my way around a dessert bar. The trip gave my belly time to

stretch out some, and we sat down and dove in. I totally outpaced

Dave, and he finished the ice cream and a brownie and one piece

of cake and stopped.

 

I was just scooping up the last of a brownie slathered in chocolate

syrup when he belched and said "Ugh. I don't think I can eat any

more. God it's a shame to take food and then not eat it. . . You

want these? I haven't touched them or nothing. "

 

He gestured to the plate still heaped with desserts and I felt my

belly tighten a bit. What was this guy thinking? I can't eat all that!

He shoved the plate over to me and went back to talking about

trucks. I started to eat again, totally hypnotized by his enthusiasm.

 

"Oh shit," he said as he checked his watch. "We better get back. "

 

I grabbed the last cookie, threw a big tip, and we headed out. Man

my gut was fucking killing me as I flopped into the truck. I had never

noticed before, but my belly was just barely brushing the steering

wheel. . . Had that ever happened before? Holy shit!

 

I parked next to Dave when I got back, and he got out and waited

for me. There was no amount of slouching or sucking-in that would

hide my belly now. I was so damn full that the only way to keep my

belly from hurting was to arch my back a bit and actually push it

out.

 

"Man, we almost put that place outta business," Dave laughed as

he laid a hand on my belly. "I think there's enough food in there to

feed a starving nation." His fingers massaged it a bit, as though to

get a sense of its softness. "There's a couple other places like that

around here we can hit if you're interested. Some are a bit cheaper

than that one, but they're not as close."

 

Man was I close. . . close to shooting a huge load! Did he just say

what I think he just said? He took his hand away, totally oblivious as

to whether I liked being touched or not, and we walked back to the

building.

 

I have met guys like him before, guys who were so comfortable in

their body and their sexuality that they could touch anyone

anywhere and think nothing of it. I had been becoming increasingly

shy about being touched as I gained, but for some reason I felt at

ease with this guy, like any chance to get him to touch me put me

one step closer to touching him back.

 

Hitting the buffets soon became our routine, and Dave became my

lunch buddy. I was too timid to ask him about his physique, and too

timid to ask what he thought of mine. All I knew was that I was

pigging out every day to the gentle encouragement of a man that

my greatest fantasies could never create. Each day I pushed

myself to eat more than the day before, and though Dave never

said it directly, I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. Like

a good typist can type without looking at the keyboard, I could eat

without thinking, just absorbed in conversation with Dave. And like

most bodybuilders, he had a habit of unconsciously flexing and

feeling himself while talking to me, which only made me eat more.

 

Two weeks after moving to the new office I had to buy new shirts,

and I placed an order for new 42" waist pants. . . even though I

was still comfortable in 38's. Wishful thinking, I guess. A month

after our first lunch outing, I weighed myself fresh out of the

shower. I had to lean way forward to see over my belly, which

seemed to be growing almost straight out. 290?! Jesus Christ! My

cock was at attention and throbbing, so I headed for my recliner

with a box of tissues and a head full of images of Dave. My belly

rose up high when I slouched down, and rocking fast with my foot

would make it slosh up and down. Fuck I want more!!! I'm gonna

blow by 300 so fucking fast, 350's gonna happen in two more

months! Then what?? My belly was already more erotic than I could

have ever imagined. . . it stood straight out like I was 9 months

pregnant. Lathering it up in the shower was enough to get my cock

throbbing, and now I wanted to see just how sexy this could get!


Part 2



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Category: realistic | Added by: existimator (2012-08-12) | Author: IN_bigOaf
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1 big0af   (2014-04-13 15:00:23)
I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. wink

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