Chapter 13

When we got home I could see Donnie t-shirt was feeling the strain of his pig out and he tried to peel it off and got stuck. There he was in the middle of the hall with both arms above his head and a t-shirt stuck, covering his face and upper body.

‘Wish I had my camera. I would take a picture and sell it to the media!’ ‘No fair, you are picking on a defenceless fatty!’

‘Yes I am,’ I said as I went behind him, bent down and bit him on the arse! Donnie let out a yelp and then laughed.

‘So, that is the way you are wanting to play is it? Fighting dirty.’ ‘Yeap!’ I replied.

Moving around to the front and still on all fours I began to nip at his belly flesh. When I got to his navel I pushed my tongue into it and started to play. I licked the fur around it and made it matted and wet. Donnie instantly got hard and I could see his dick tenting in his joggers. I then started to lick the rest of his hugely fat gut, kissing and licking every inch, enjoying the taste of him.

‘Get me out of this t-shirt’ he said. ‘Nope, I like you the way you are.’

I pulled down his joggers and released his dick. I would tell he was really enjoying what I was doing as a drop of precum hung onto the tip of it. When he entered my mouth Donnie let out the deep growl. I played my tongue around the head and teased him. I could hear Donnie giving out moans and grunts. I loved that when we made love he was almost animal. I knelt before him and put my arms around his back and grabbed his meaty buttocks. Using my hands to steady myself I moved backwards and forwards taking in more of his dick, getting faster and faster, sucking harder and harder. Images of my fattened man played in my head. His huge gut, thick thighs, meaty ass and sagging moobs burned into my mind. He was perfection, he was beautiful and he was mine! It didn’t take Donnie long to cum. After we both got our breath back I removed his t-shirt and we kissed. I could never imagine living without this man.

The day of the taping of Oprah arrived rather quickly. Donnie had eaten himself up to 340lb and his suit was looking snug. He said he didn’t mind as he made him look even fatter. I had a thought Francois wouldn’t be too pleased as it looked like he had made the suit too small. Donnie wore a crisp white shirt and blue pinstriped braces. His gut look amazing, the overhang was so full and heavy. The braces just made his gut look so much meatier. I looked at him and smiled. He was a handsome man. I was so proud of him. Looking back I called it my Jewish mother moment. If I had a handkerchief I would have tried to wipe schmutz off his face! Donnie wanted me to come along and had a suit made for me too. We looked quite the dapper pair. The car collected us and took us to the airport. We were glad we were in first class as Donnie filled his seat rather too well. If we had been in couch his fat would have overflowed and caused a problem. We landed in Chicago and a limo was waiting for us to take us to the studio. We were taken to the back of the studio as not to arouse any suspicion. Donnie wanted his appearance on Oprah to be a total shock to anyone watching and didn’t want the surprise ruined by waiting paparazzi.