chapter 4 two meat lovers part 1

We made it back without further embarrassment. Once the door closed, I stepped toward the mirror and evaluated the damage.

"Damn, so much for the tailoring."

My ass was impatiently struggling to be free. Bruno's repeated collisions had opened the rip so that the top half of the bubble shone cleanly out of the shorts.

"You get your shorts tailored?" Bruno asked as he walked from the door and sat on his bed, bringing a pillow over his crotch to lower the tent his dick would've made. He whipped out his phone. "When do the dining halls open?"

"In a few days I think."

Bruno moaned and brought one hand over his abdomen, which looked only very slightly rounder. "I can't wait that long. I'm hungry now!"

I was astonished. "But you just ate all those tarts, the cookies from the previous booth, and the pizza!"

Bruno looked at me with a playful skepticism, as if we had been friends for years, and said, "Bruh, tell that to my belly. I'm gonna order some pizzas. You hungry?"

I look down at my own narrow waist and said, "You know, I think I am."

"Great, I'll order you one. Any toppings?"

"Meat lover's," I answered, shrugging at him sheepishly.

He gave me a sleepy, affectionate smile and said, "Hey, me too. So two meat lover's, a Hawaiian for the vitamin C, and standard cheese?"

I placed my hands on my hips like he had before, subtly drawing as much fabric into my grip as possible so the lines of my abs and marble pecs stood out. Bruno's eyes flicked there once and again.

"Bruh," I said half-ironically, half-intending to say, "that's too much."

"Bruh," he repeated back at me with the same affect, then slapped his big arm against his belly, which jiggled a bit and gave his massive pecs a healthy shake. "Besides, I'm paying."

"Oh no!" I said. "No, no, no. You've been way too kind for me not to at least help you contribute!"

I spun and headed for the lower drawer of my desk, where I kept some cash. I retrieved a 10-dollar bill, heard Bruno mutter, "Holy hell," and turned to give it to him.

"'Holy hell' nothing, Bruno," I said, inserting the bill into the slack giant's hand and briefly grazing his smooth abdomen. "Bruno?"

Bruno's eyes look glazed, though he was blinking rapidly. He stared at something just behind me. Fearing a spider or rat--yeah, whatever, I am unnerved by both--I spun around.

"My God, look at that."

"What!" I hissed.

"Adrien, your ass."

I ran to the mirror. Because we were inside and there was no cool breeze, I had not noticed that reaching down to get the cash had liberated both of my globes entirely. Fabric still stretch across my thighs but the balloons of fat and muscle jiggled freely and obscenely. I could see in the mirror that Bruno was still gazing at them and his free hand was moving up and down underneath the pillow.

"Goddamn it," I said. Without any regret, I squatted hard until my shorts gave up and tore off completely. My jock was in full view. I faced Bruno and gave my ass a wet smack! "Well, now you see what I go to sleep in."

He laughed distractedly, casually withdrawing his massive hand from stroking his even bigger dick.

"You sleep without pants?" he asked.

"Yeah, because, honestly, my ass is so fat it overheats." I knew my choice of words was preserving his erection. "But I usually have to wear a sweater or have an awesome comforter because my torso gets so cold."

"I know the feeling," he said. "I hope you don't mind me sleeping shirtless and in my underwear. I overheat too."

"Me mind? As I walk around in my jock? I'm good," I replied, laughing. Then I got adventurous again and asked, "Do you mind if I stay like this for the night?"

"N-no, man," he sputtered. "Whatever makes you c-comfortable."

"Sweet." I lay down on my stomach on my bed and took out my phone to pass the time. I knew full well that my thin waist plunged before soaring mountainous heights when my back met my ass. And that its smoothness jiggled with every movement. I made sure to move slightly. A lot.

Bruno couldn't help but glance from his phone to my ass.

"Sorry about this, by the way," he said after a few seconds. Bruno indicated the pillow, which he now had to physically hold down.

As much as I was aroused myself, he needed sympathy.

"No, it's cool. I'm actually pretty flattered," I laughed. "And it sort of reinforces my confidence when I'm out and about, ya know? Hunting for my big spoon."

Bruno laughed. "I'm glad I could help. Sorry if it looks like I'm a bit uncomfortable. Being in football doesn't really expose you to anything like this. I mean, asses yeah, but I mean...uh...meeting people comfortable with who they are. So I know I have to adjust."

My brow furrowed. "No, but I don't want to make you uncom--"

Bruno shook his head with a smile. "Nah, nah. It's all me. Don't worry, I'll get used to the sight." He granted a full two seconds to another view of my bubble ass.

I smiled. This was a nice moment.

We chatted a bit more about where we were from, our interests, and had just settled on wanting to see the same movie online before Bruno's phone rang and he stepped out to retrieve the pizza. He returned with not four boxes, but six. Why question it? I stood to help, but he shook his head.

"We'll watch the movie on my bed so I don't dirty up yours. Here, get the movie set up, while I change. I'm overheating a bit myself."

I got my laptop, one of those lightweight tiny ones, and prepared the movie, making sure to preserve a view of Bruno changing. Bruno placed the six boxes on the edge of his bed, opened up a box, and slid out a single slice of meat lover's. He slid the entire thing into his mouth and chewed as he went to his drawers. He turned away from me and removed his shirt.

He seemed even bigger without a shirt. His smooth, light-brown back seemed to swell before me. Shoulders smooth and broad like a shield of flesh. A slight tapering before his love handles demanded more space and widened his waist, noticeably squeezed into the basketball short's elastic. I couldn't see his massive pecs, but I didn't care. As he unfolded a white wifebeater, I could see the hints of his muscled fat move with his motions. But I could also make out the beefed up contours of his own muscle, his own potential to be brutal and strong.

He turned around.

"Are we all set up? God, I can't wait to eat!"

"Um," I said. The wifebeater was much more snug and much more revealing. His pecs were so huge, and indeed his nipples were wide and dark beneath the cloth. He had a swell of an upper belly that fattened up gradually to just his waist, which was naturally as wide as his shoulders. He had no overhang, but there was most definitely chub. Chub that sustained itself on the massive six pack underneath that kept it from hanging. "Yep, let me head on over."