Devon and his fatboy

chapter 4

Realizing that it was lunchtime, Cory asked if he wanted something to eat as he had a refrigerator full of food that people had been bringing. He was feeling ravenous. Looking through the various containers he spied a big sheet pan of lasagna. He proceeded to heat the pan and invited Devon to join him, but Devon preferred to watch him eat instead. Chatting with Devon somehow was giving him an incredible appetite, and Devon urged him to have more and more of it until Cory realized that he had eaten the entire pan of food.

He then sat on the couch and rubbed his rather bloated belly. Devon reached over and gave it a rub, then a squeeze, grabbing handfuls of Cory's fat to help aid in digestion. His shirt which was tight on him to begin with was clinging to his belly and moobs. Devon suggested that he'd feel more comfortable if he took his shirt off. A little shy to expose his fleshy body in front of this rather muscular guy, Devon thought it might put him more at ease if he removed his shirt as well. Cory's mouth dropped at the sight of Devon's six pack and pecs and he couldn't help but stare at him. He put Cory's hands on his extremely well-developed pecs and started to do a pec bounce making Cory giggle. He hadn't had much to laugh about lately or even smile about in a long time. Devon reached over grabbing Cory's man boobs and shaking them duplicating the effect of his pec dance. Cory couldn't help chuckling. Suddenly Cory got a craving for some ice cream and went to get the giant container out of the freezer and two spoons. Once again, Devon begged off preferring to see Cory indulge alone. Cory commented that it appeared that Devon wanted him fatter, and as he managed to make quite a dent in that container of ice cream, that was going to be very likely. Cory found himself drifting off and when he woke, Devon was gone.

Cory logged on to the computer and went onto the chub and chaser site again. Hoping to find "Musclestud" in the chat room, he was in luck and immediately sent him a request for a private chat. He didn't respond at first, but then accepted his request.

Cory typed: "Hi Devon".

"Devon? Who the hell is Devon? My name is John."

"We chatted yesterday and then we spoke and today you came over to see me."

"You must have me mixed up with someone else. We did chat for a few minutes but then you asked to call me. I was sorry to hear that your mom died but I told you I don't "do phone" nor do I hook up with someone I just met on here who doesn't have any information in their profile."

"But you did, Devon. You were here. You watched me eat a whole tray of lasagna and a huge container of ice cream."

"Musclestud" abruptly left the chat room. Cory stared at the screen and tears rolled down his face. He then felt two strong hands on his shoulder. Devon had returned as he did in times of great stress and loneliness and let him know he was there for him as he was years ago and as long as he needed him to be. He also reminded him that there was a still an uneaten chocolate cake in the refrigerator that had his name on it. He got it out, took two forks but knew that he would only need the one and dug in with large forkfuls.