chapter 4

I picked up the heavy blender and began to chug the thick heavy mixture. Not even halfway through I had to undo the belt. I sighed with relief as my belly rushed forward putting more pressure on my poor button. It felt so good as it put some pressure on my already very sensitive dick. Pulsing with anticipation of more of the fattening filling drink. There was more than a bit of precum as I tried to adjust myself. A little more went down my throat and I felt the button pop. My belly spilled further onto my dick and I moaned. I drank faster and fumbled with my boxers only to cause contact between the soft underbelly and the head of my dick. The sensation was orgasmic. So soft and so heavy. I almost choked. The more I drank the heavier my belly became. I was shaking with pleasure as I began to masturbate. I kept chugging, filling myself to the absolute limit. I was in a haze as I moaned and gulped and finally came almost dropping the empty blender as I came all over my fat belly. I was too tired to get up and get a towel. I tried to button my pants but I was spent. I leaned back and slept.

“Jesus!”

Surrounded by fast food wrappers and a huge blender empty sitting beside him on the couch. He was snoring loudly cum on his belly the button had popped off his jeans. His shirt was pulled up showing him in all his glory. He looked pregnant. So swollen and stuffed full. The flaps of his jeans were so far apart it’s hard to believe he had them buttoned earlier.

I slapped his gut. I cringed at how much it jiggled even with all that food in there. I mean he wasn’t that fat yet but jeez he was so soft and squishy. I missed his abs. My throat was dry as I squeezed his chubby gut. It was definitely real. I had always been ashamed of my feelings towards this kind of thing. And right now I felt that familiar feeling of shame and anger. Why was he doing this?

I slapped his gut again. He grunted but stayed sleeping. I sighed and wiped his belly with a napkin and cleaned up everything. It wobbled as I wiped it clean. The open flaps of his jeans and unbuckled belt were too tempting to resist. I smiled to myself as I grabbed both flaps and buttoned them. They zipped too. I watched his soft fat ooze eagerly over the waistband. I poked at it. He was very plump. How did his muscles atrophy so fast? I saw his belt and buckled it on the tightest setting. I pulled his shirt down, it took more effort than I thought it would. His belly button was visible through it. The tiniest bit of underbelly could be seen still.

I thought of all the porn I had gotten off to over the years. I grabbed his fat and shook it. Here it was happening right before my eyes and it made me mad. This was not supposed to happen. I grabbed his belly. He had clearly stopped working out. It was blubber. I felt myself get a little wet. I smacked his gut again.

“Oww hey, I didn’t know you were back.”

He tried to sit up but the belt prevented him from doing so. He seemed confused. He tried again then looked down trying to see past his belly. He went red. He finally managed to sit up completely. I tried not to bite my lip as his belly spilled further over the tight belt.

“You have a good nap?”

“Uh yeah. Urrrp. I think I overdid it tonight.”

I walked up to him and grabbed his belly hard. I let my fingers sink into his doughy middle. He gulped. I shook it.

“You think?”

“I mean yeah I’m super bloated.”