chapter 5 two meat lovers part 2

"Make yourself comfortable," said Bruno. He sat down, his belly bulged. He got some napkins and placed a slice of pizza on it. "Here you go, meat lover."

"That I am," I said with a wink. I sat myself beside him and took the pizza. But I was baffled with what to do with my laptop. Bruno took up so much more space than I did, so I couldn't help but think his expansive lap--as wide as both of my own fat legs together--would be the only place to put it.

Bruno, who was downing two slices decked atop one another, gave a mmm? sound, took the laptop and placed it on his big fat lap. He swallowed.

"We can put it here. Eat your pizza!"

I smiled, leaned forward, and pressed Play.

Obviously, I struggled to pay attention to the movie. Not only for the sheer eroticism of sitting so close to Bruno's enormous body--and I had the pleasure of being extremely close to the fatness of his side pec, for he had placed his left arm out on the shelf behind my head--but also for his periodic movements, his erratic breathing as he continued to fatten himself up on decked slice after decked slice of pizza. I finished mine and remained too horny to eat anymore. But onward Bruno ate and ate. He ate with politeness but restrained relish. No sooner had a double decked slice, sometimes triple decked, been swallowed than he had moved onto another pizza flavor. I saw from the corner of my eye and from the sweet scent that the final two boxes were sweet pizzas, desserts. Bruno demolished these entirely, though he had left two or three slices of the remaining four pizzas, including my own.

Midway through the movie, Bruno slowed. His belly bulged with a full, almost hard roundness, shifting his pillow-pecs upward so that watching the movie must've been harder.

"Great movie, right?" he said, noticing me glancing at him.

I was glad that the white-blue gleam hid my blushing face at being caught.

"Yeah! It is!" I said. "Getting full, there?"

He grinned sleepily at me. He raised both of his chubby arms up in a stretch and arched his upper back.

Rip!

"Oops!" he said.

The stitching just beneath his left armpit, in its overwhelming stretch, tore to accommodate Bruno's massive swelling.

"Looks like I've put on a few since the last time I wore this." He chuckled. And then, unbelievably, he reached for another Hawaiian and meat lover's combo and finished them in two bites.

"How much did you weigh while playing football?" I asked. I brought my fat thigh over my right to turn myself to face him better.
I felt his breath catch a bit at the recurrence of my thickness.

"I was 250 when I started."

"That's it? Dang, you must've been trim."

"Nah," he said. "I was six feet tall then."

"Then you grew?"

"Yep..." He blinked and his eyes remained closed for a second before he opened them a bit again. I felt bad keeping him awake, but I needed to know. I'll reward him, I assured myself. "I grew a few inches, and coach wanted me bigger. So I would be excused from practice early to eat and eat and sleep. Then he made me set up an alarm in the middle of the night so that I'd wake up and eat myself full before heading back to sleep."

His eyes closed again, he turned a bit towards me and rested his right hand on his belly. He began to rub the bloated, fattening chub.
"What would you eat?"

"Snack cakes, mainly. Coach bought me boxes and boxes."

We were quiet for a few seconds while I tried to think of more questions.

I started, "How did it--"

"Oh, and a gainer shake. Coach made them for me too. God, I got so, so big. And it was all so good. Food is so good. But Coach thought I was big enough so I had to return to practice full time. But then I grew again, so it looked like I got thinner. Mmm...so I got to eat more. I love eating."

I silently feasted on the sight of Bruno reaching underneath his poor, stretched wifebeater to rub his massive fingers directly against his smooth pudge.

Then, miraculously, I felt a huge, strong, brown hand grab a chunk of my thigh! Bruno smiled and gave it a playful slap. The sound was satisfying wet, the jiggle almost embarrassing.

"How did that get so fat?" he asked.

My laptop was tilting a bit. I saw that his dick, reawakened, was chubbing up and the head was pushing its way across his massive lap, underneath my computer.

I smiled.

"It started around seventh grade. Before then, I was typically small and skinny. So all my clothes were normal."

"Then?" asked Bruno impatiently.

I rotated fully so that I lay stomach-down, *** up and faintly jiggling.

"Hormones kicked in I guess. Suddenly my uniform was uncomfortable. Seams were beginning to rip. My ass just swelled each day or so. All my little underwear was torn to shreds. My balance was a bit off. Kids tried to balance stuff on my *** while I stood. Guys smacked it all the time, which caused even more rips! My doctor told me to do lower leg workouts so I'd be able to run normally and adjust."

"Damn, your ass was so big that you'd lose your ***ing balance?"

Bruno's hand moved up toward his wide nipple and began to tweak it. His dick began to rise as it bloated itself with lust. His lap was so huge that instead of toppling over, my laptop just slid to the remaining left side of his lap.

"Yep. So I did gymnastics, hip hop, and lo-and-behold, my ass firmed up like it was ripe for picking." (Bruno released a big sigh, removed his hand from underneath his shirt to get another two pizzas, and began chewing.) "Which is good because all my fat goes to my legs too. So I trimmed up a bit when I started doing those sports."

"Trim?"

I laughed softly. My ass's fatness hid the meaning of that word as applied to me.

"Watch." I took his hand, and it felt like I was guiding a bear. So huge but willing to be led. I patted it against my ass so that Bruno could feel the jelly, fleshy, light brown, shiny thickness. But I clenched, my ass hardened, and Bruno involuntarily gripped it so hard that I let out a sexually-charged whimper. His log twitched, extended itself fully and tugged his basketball shorts upward. I looked at it with wonder and horror. A string of saliva wet my lower lip and began to drool. My back arched, relaxed, and Bruno was left squeezing the malleable fleshy fatness of my balloons.

He gazed at it with hunger. He admired the way the fat swelled between the ridges his enormous fingers made. How his hand, his massive palm was able to cup only one cheek fully. His dick, his monster though he had never known how big it could be compared to another person's full body, needed attention, and his only thought was feeling Adrien's globes push against his fat wondrous length from the left and the right, swallowing it, hiding it from view, the head dribbling precum against Adrien's impossibly small and tight lower back, perhaps higher because Adrien was so short and Bruno so heavily endowed with girth and length.

He sighed again. He needed to distract himself.

"You're right," he said in a husky voice, like distant thunder. He gave a fare-well squeeze and retrieved the remaining pizzas, which he shoved in his mouth and chewed.

I watched him finish off the pizza. He swallowed and very comfortably reached into his shorts to grab his monster dick.

"Excuse me," he said, laughing nervously.
He had to lower his shorts considerably to shift the huge slab of meat to the other side. And though it settled for a fantastically stretching bulge, it softened from its full hardness. I turned again to face forward and rebalanced the laptop.

About twenty minutes in, Bruno began to softly snore. I felt bad, so I closed my laptop and stood to clean up a bit. Bruno woke from the rustling and shifted himself so that he properly reclined on his bed. Almost forgetting I was there, Bruno removed his shirt and shorts.

Enough moonlight streamed in for me to see it all. His pecs were godlike. Positively swollen and wide with smooth dimpled nipples. His arms, relaxed, expanded beyond of the impossible broadness of his shoulders and fattened in sacs of flesh that collided with his pec's side fat. His belly was indeed bloated and smooth. His belly button a deep hole. All around it were more tire-like sized deposits of fat and muscle that rounded out at his lovehandles. A slight trail of hair dove underneath the grey boxer-briefs he wore, which struggled to contain the wideness of his hips and the immensity of his package, the outline of a beer can tube of more brown hugeness, covering the pillow of his thick sac behind it, all pressed against the fabric because of his monstrously beefy thighs.

Never before had I seen so much flesh on one person. And he loved it. And he wanted more. I wanted more.

I lay on my bed, *** skyward, bare except for the strip of white fabric over my upper thighs. I thought about it all, his big dick pressed against my ass. And I felt myself clenching and unclenching. Bruno shifted a bit and I turned to give him one last glance.

One arm folded against his nipple. The other beside his hip. But this time, I saw the bulge had lengthened. I clenched again, making my balloons twitch and wobble. Bruno's dick lengthened aggressively until the head began to peek out. Satisfied, I clenched and clenched myself to sleep, noting the puddle of precum forming on Bruno's huge lap and the regular, patient, smooth runs of fabric between enormous hand and throbbing monster cock.