chapter 2

Matt's whole body was almost shaking and breaking out into a sweat as he drove home. He couldn't ever remember a time in his life feeling like this. Heart racing, his whole face going red hot and he could feel the head of his stiffening cock poke out past his belly and start to pitch a smaller tent than it had in the past.

Grunting from the effort of sucking in as best he could, he undid his belt and pulled down the rest of his pant zipper that his fat hadn't undone for him already. Letting out a belch mid sigh, pats his ball belly and looks down shaking his head. He couldn't believe what had just happened, he knew he had let himself go a bit from how it had gotten harder to get a date with each year and how he'd gone through two sets of bigger sizes but he still never really saw himself as a fat man.

Now was different though, someone who only knew him as a lanky beanpole had seen him now though and completely let him know what she thought. It really was like one of those fantasies he'd been having since being eight years old and stuffing pillows in his shirt but so fucking vivid and real and inescapable now. He kept thinking about how if she was willing to say all that what everyone he encounters must be really thinking. He groaned and blushed thinking about all the times he'd gotten two entrees out in public the past few years and how the waitresses were never really impressed with his appetite but only amused by it in hindsight.

His soft doughnut filled doughball belly began to gurgle as he thought about it all on the drive home. He slapped it firm and told himself no, as fun as it was to eat like this he wasn't going to keep letting his stomach control himself. His phone vibrated then, making an even louder noise as it rattled against the empty Yoohoo bottles and family size bag of Rasinettes he kept on the passenger seat of his Camaro.

"Hey Matt! Just making sure this is really your number hahaha Was really nice seeing you today, so glad to have a familiar face down here, hope you are too!" smiling as he read it he quickly sent back.

"Definitely same here Melissa!" and then, showing off his poor impulse control again followed it up with, "Glad to have helped you pop your cherry ;) ... Krispy Kreme cherry that is :P"

The unsmooth horny chub immediately started to sweat nervously waiting over two minutes for a buzz back from Melissa,
"LOL... okie dokie then, thanks a bunch for going there with me though! It obviously wasn't your first time there but you made sure to make my first time memorable ;P"


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Ever devoid of self control, Matt masturbated to his donut date with Melissa as soon as he got home. Looking at himself jiggling sweaty and panting in the mirror, he felt a combination of lust along with some genuine self disgust and finished within seconds of observing his soft ample chest wobbling in unison with his belly.

Stripping down now and turning on the water in the shower, the chubby horndog can't help but get a semi again right after coming just by looking at his naked body in the bathroom mirror. He shudders feeling a draft and trying to snap himself out of his more and more common horndog state.

Luxuriating in the warm hot water and suds of oatmeal bar soap, he feels his semi stiffen as he pokes a soapy finger into his belly button and shakes his whole fat middle, feeling his chest move with it. He quickly pleasures him self again, his free hand alternating between his soft belly button and big wide nipple to play with.

His healthy new leaf will have to wait until tomorrow he tells himself as he puts on a pair of XL gym shorts with their drawstring completely loosened and places a delivery order for a large sausage and mushroom pizza and 3 cannoli from a place he could easily walk to.

Twenty minutes and one beer and bong rip later his dinner arrives. He blushes answering the door to a slim toned dark haired young man who must be the owners nephew or son, recognizing him all too well from his frequent in person and delivery orders. He smirks at the overfed shirtless man but maintains his composure, knowing customers like this greedy guy will pay for his law school tuition and countless other stuff for his family. Handing off the order to one of his best regular customers he says,

"Put in a couple extra pistachio cream cannoli to go with your usual double chocolate ones bro, they're a new flavor we're trying let us know what you think!"



Matt grunts out a belch while sleeping that wakes himself up from the couch occupying, sprawled out food coma. Getting to a seated position he looks out at the coffee table covered in a big empty pizza box and 4 empty ipa cans shaking his head and looking down at his still somewhat distended gut. He pats the side of the bloated fat orb and grins to himself.

Collecting all the cans inside the pizza box and leading his dog and opening the door with his free hand, Matt heads out to walk his dog and bring his dinner debris to the pails, only after squeezing into an old large sized hoody that his bloated middle distorts the motorcycle brand logo printed on it.

After coming back inside he kicks off his birkenstocks and gives his dog a treat and chugs a couple tall glasses of water. Wanting to prevent any beer hangover and also a little parched from walking for 15 minutes at a brisk pace with a still semi stuffed gut. He turns on some Simpsons re-runs and packs a bong rip and hits it.

Almost without thinking he heads over to the fridge and grabs the quarter full gallon of whole milk and box of half a dozen cannoli and plops himself down on the couch again. He inhales everything before the third act of the episode even starts and peels off his hoody and lays on his side again, setting his alarm to wake him by four a.m. so he can get ready and get to work by five.

The only healthy new leaf he manages to implement this week is eating two or three pieces of fruit at home with his morning coffee before his one mile long walk to work at the radio station. He doesn't even consider that he should skip the two bagel breakfast sandwiches he gets on the group order with the rest of the crew daily at work though. And he's still rationalizing his 'healthy city walking' lifestyle as a reasoning for his two thousand calorie meals and frequent snacks.

While getting stoned and bingeing every night this work week isn't exactly a deviation from his standard routine he's stepped it up but not intentionally, only really overdoing to the point of pain frequently this week because he wants to occupy his time and mind with something other than Melissa and their run-in at the dog park. She setup another doggie date on Tuesday for Saturday. Matt has been thinking and overthinking about it ever since. Without even realizing it though he has managed stretch out his gluttonous appetite and stomach just that bit more this week and he's nearly clocking in at 250lbs now buck-naked and empty, as he realizes Saturday morning after showering.