chapter 5

Claire chirped at his request, leaning forward obediently and opening the bag. So far, Rory had shoveled down a carton of Mallomars and a box of donuts, and she had no doubt the rest of this food would end up in his cavernous stomach by the time the fireworks were over. She handed the bag up to Rory, who rested it on his gut and began pulling the cookies out, one by one, and stuffing them into his mouth. Claire let her fingers travel across his midsection, tracing its wide, voluptuous outline in the fabric. The jersey stopped at his deep, soft navel, and from then on was a sprawling, low curve of skin, cradled between Rory’s enormous thighs. She ran her hand downwards, pressing in, feeling the heft of his belly. Over six hundred fucking pounds of man. Rory moaned between bites, inhaling sharply through his nostrils, and pulled Claire closer into him. He put the half-empty bag of cookies down and, with both hand, took off his jersey.

Rory’s shirts had never been big enough to hide details, but the expanse of fuzzy, monstrously obese belly was almost overwhelming. On his sides, hugging his hips, were two enormous rolls of fat, far too vast to wrap a single paw around. Stacked on top, like donuts, encircling his back, were smaller rolls, rotund hills of adipose that creased in deep furrows of skin. Under his arms was another swell of fat, which spilled out from his immense chest, which itself bulged into a crease around the front, making a full blubbery ring around his upper body. His belly spilled, gravid, flabby, onto the space between his legs, which were spread out sideways to give it space, and it brushed the blanket on the floor of the truck bed.

Her heart pounding, Claire ran her hand against the expanse of his skin, through his body hair, and realized she could barely get her arm a third of the way across his midsection. She pressed her fingers in, feeling the soft, warm depth, seemingly endless, and unconsciously let out another moan of delight. Upon hearing her, Rory squeezed her close, running his fat fingers against her slender body, and Claire did nothing to stop him as he reached down her lower back. Slowly and confidently, he slipped off her t-shirt revealing her taut, petite frame. It was the first time she had allowed herself to be this vulnerable around him, her bra hugging her small breasts, shadows cast over the skin on her abdomen. Rory let out a low growl as he ran his fingers up Claire’s side, and pulled her, firmly, into his huge, soft, fuzzy body. He leaned back, pulling the smaller woman on top, sprawling her on his mountain of crumb-covered belly. Laying on his back, Rory’s neck roll bulged even further; his cheeks appeared plumper, his chest bunched up around his face, and his jaw was restricted.

“You’re so fucking small. Holy shit,” Rory muttered, eliciting another happy squeak from Claire. As if to demonstrate, he wrapped his hands around her waist and squeezed, his fingers easily able to touch each other. Claire had never felt so appreciated and desired in all her life, and she relished the contrast between their bodies. “I don’t think I’ve been with a chick as skinny as you before.”

Claire bent forward on all fours and made her way up to Rory’s head, feeling herself sink into him as she did. Her breasts dangling above his own ponderous chest, and she planted a kiss on the side of his neck.

“You’re only saying that because everyone looks small compared to you,” she whispered, close to his ear. H whined beneath her and licked his lips. “You are so huge, Rory. I can’t believe how much you’ve grown.”

“I don’t wanna stop. I… I don’t think I can.”

Rory put his hand on Claire’s back, pulling her into his belly, forcing her forward, kissing her, strong, passionate. His fingers slid down her back, wrapping around her butt, squeezing. Claire felt herself become wet between her thighs, and without a second thought, she pressed her hips against the mass of Rory’s belly, pushing her paws into the bottomless rolls. She felt Rory’s tubby fingers slip under the waist of her jeans, and she slid her own arm up, undoing the button, and she pulled off the denim, leaving her in just her panties. She scooted backwards, kneeling on his pelvis, following the massive curve of his midsection. His trunk-like thighs were stuffed into a pair of tight basketball shorts, and she slid her hand up under his gut, so warm and heavy, finding the ragged waistband, and tugging on them, pulling them down, and with them his underwear, revealing Rory’s shaft, hard, buried in a mound of blubbery fat. She lightly pressed her slender fingers into it, and he groaned, a deep, satisfied rumbling sound that echoed through his chest and up his throat.

Her whole body shoved into him, against the fat of his lower belly; a hot, intense pressure between her thighs, her hips tensing up. Tenderly, breathing against his skin, she pressed her face into Rory’s navel, licking it with her tongue feeling how endless and plush his belly was, massive and wide, this mammoth gut, the result of so many months of junk food, of fattening, greasy burgers and donuts and towering plates of barbecue and fried chicken. With her ear on his belly, she could hear the distant thud of his heartbeat, quick, excited, this man so big, so obese, so astonishingly overstuffed and overgrown and overfed that he could hardly make it from the porch of the party back to his own truck without needing a break, without leaning on the hood and huffing and wheezing. She heard the gurgling of his stomach, the thousands of calories melting away, sloshing, churning, digested by the rhythmic movements of his muscles that had processed countless meals before, and her hips bucked into his in reaction. She slid her left hand up the swell of his gut, and let her other one down to his shaft, which was currently throbbing against her torso; clasping her fingers around it, pressing them into his fat pad, stroking it, feeling him twitch, his belly swaying, one huge, heavy leg wrapping around her small thigh. Another satisfied groan and a bigger throb, and suddenly Rory’s hand took her own, shoving it into the doughy mass of his belly, and suddenly he rolled her over, and in one hauling, heaving move, was on top of her, all six hundred and forty-five pounds of him, his substantial gut hanging down, spread out across the bed of the truck, across Claire’s lithe chest and torso, pinning her with its enormous weight, so dangerously heavy and yet so marshmallow-soft.

Rory wasted no time in sliding his hand around Claire’s back and unclasping her bra, tossing the garment aside like another wrapper. Grunting, he leaned in to kiss her, his humid breath still smelling of dessert as his stubble brushed against her exposed breasts. She inhaled sharply, feeling her lower body become numb as it was crushed beneath his weight, conscious only of the truck’s movements as Rory instinctively bucked his hips against the floor. With her arms pinned beneath his chest, she was helpless to his whims as he thrust into his fat pad, growling, wheezing, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Claire squirmed against his immensity, to no avail; all Claire could do was sink her hands into his expanse, into the crevices of his rolls, feel the waves of the his gut jiggling on top her, feel his paw wrapped around her chest, his thumb on her nipple, roughly grabbing, rhythmically thrusting, the pressure on her pelvis, the warm, hot intensity spreading down her legs, arching her back, her breath stuttered and strained.

“Feed me,” he muttered breathlessly, letting another belch roll out from his throat as the food in his stomach sloshed and stirred. He leaned in to kiss her again. “Make me fucking huge.”

Claire nodded weakly. Feed him, she thought, increasingly light-headed and dizzy. Feed the fat guy. Feed this huge fat guy, this six hundred and fifty pound beast, feed this massive fuzzy gut, my god, feed him until he can’t stand up on his own, feed him until he’s so enormous he fills a bed, until his belly spreads across the mattress, wide and soft and huge, so huge, this man, this gigantic overweight overstuffed man wants me to feed him, feed this belly-

She came, suddenly, forcefully, against the skin of Rory’s belly, a tingling that surged forward from her womanhood, and she whimpered, pleasure rising up her spine, down her legs, exploding within her, a force of release, and suddenly he was kissing her again, smothering her, his belly pushing her down, so big, so much of him, and Claire felt her hips bucking into the immense plushness of his gut, the waves of pleasure slowly diminishing, fading, leaving behind a soft, murmuring buzz, and she felt himself go limp, on the verge of passing out completely, her breaths rapid and shallow and short.