chapter 15: the motel

The next weekend we hosted another game night/dinner and this time, the men seemed more comfortable to start eating again in front of the others. The dinners soon became a regular thing, every Saturday, and a few results were starting to show. Any effects that the diets, regulated by their wives, might have caused were gone. They often boasted to each other about different ways they were able to sneak in extra food at home. Someone had given them all discounts for shopping at the donut store, and I had a hunch who that person could be. Speaking of Mike, he was going through the biggest changes, as he was still eating by far the most, even more now, that he was getting stuffed every other day by me.

His belly had expanded to resemble a ball even more, jutting out in all directions. He always wore tight shirts, which he tucked in, to accentuate his size even more. Not only his belly was larger, everything else about him got fatter, his face, his moobs, his love handles, even his ass. He was now undoubtedly a fat dad and I loved it.

He loved it as well, looking turned on whenever I touched his fat or fed him, looking pleased every time he couldn't fit into a piece of clothing anymore.

Tim sometimes mentioned how much weight his father had put on, but other than making a few jokes he didn't really care about it.

One day Mike proposed to me the idea of going on a trip together, just the two of us. He wanted to go someplace new, eat new foods, sleep in one bed. So we decided to go on a road trip. I told my parents I'd bee sleeping over at Tim's place, and Mike told Tim that he had to go somewhere work related.

That weekend, we had to tell the other guys that the dinner this week would be cancelled, which upset some of them, but then they got the idea of just going out to eat themselves, at a fast food place. I would have loved to see them pig out in public, but I had my own bear to attend to.

We drove south, Mike as the driver, me with my hand on his thigh. Our first stop was, surprisingly, a restaurant. Mike gorged on his burger with fries, and half of my Riz Casimir. We then went to a Dunkin' Donuts, as we had forgotten to bring some of our own. I spent the next hour of the ride holding up donuts to Mikes mouth and watching him eat. Later in the afternoon, we stopped at a motel where we would be staying the night. The place didn't look to bad, it even had its own swimming pool.

When we arrived in our room, Mike turned to finally give me a kiss.

"Here we are baby"

"Oh you're calling me baby now?"

"Hehe I wanted to try something new"

"That's ok, "daddy", if you want me to call you that"

"It does bring a smile to my face"

We both burst out laughing.

"So, I assume you'd like something to eat?" I asked Mike, poking his newly formed beer gut.

"Of course, I feel like I could eat a horse"

"Well, I don't know about horse but there's a pizza place nearby"

An hour later, Mike was sitting on the bed, clutching his full belly. He had eaten three Large pizzas again, one with sausage, one with tuna, one with pineapple (I know), all with extra cheese. It was a sight to behold, a grown man with a round gut, pants button opened, a hairy roll of fat creeping out under his shirt, crumbs and sauce around his mouth, with a raging boner.

Wait, was he really hard? Normally he just poked around my erection a bit, teasing me. This was the first time he himself had had one though.

He noticed it as well and beckoned me closer. I pulled down his pants as far as possible, and he looked at me hungrily. Taking his cock into my hand, I noticed how warm it was, I could feel the blood pulsating though it. I normally didn't think about anything else other than a mans gut, but I was so horny, and his penis felt so good to hold.

(things happening in this chapter are based off of personal experience and might be a bit stupid to read but oh well)

We switched positions, he was kneeling on top of me, rubbing his belly and his cock. The angle only made him look bigger and I did my best to look at all of him, his muscular but fat arms, his round gut, both covered in hair, his fat face sporting a beautiful double chin, topped off with a good amount of greying stubble.

I am not ashamed to say that I didn't last very long, and neither did Mike.