Matthew Blanche Slob/blob Oneshot

Chapter 1

I groggily awake to the wobbling of my own lard, slowly becoming aware of the latex gloves shaking my blubbery shoulder. I open my eyes to see my caregiver, Angel shaking me awake and yelling my name. I can’t even process whatever else he could be saying but a minute or so later I finally catch on to what he’s saying.

“Matthew, you stopped breathing in your sleep. You nearly suffocated to death with those tits, tubby.” He rubs my belly a bit before heading into my old bathroom to gather bathing supplies.

I rub my eyes with fat hands and look around at myself. I’m covered in crumbs, wrappers, dried smears of condiments, and greasy sweat. I wheeze and gasp through the cannula in my nose, desperately sucking in the sweet enriched oxygen from my tank. I try to sit myself up for my bath by inching my blobby, lymphedema saddled legs to the edge of the bed. I flop onto my back and choke, coughing hard to catch my breath. Just doing this has me dripping with sweat and gasping for air.

The sound of my own wheezing and panting makes my smothered nub throb to life as embarrassment bubbles in my chest. I’ve never been this turned on by my own strained breathing but I’m practically choking for air while my buried dick struggles to get fully stiff against the lard burying it. All the jiggling of my own belly fat that Angel manhandles makes me pant. I swear he smirks at me before disappearing under my overhang to presumably get the folds that’ll never see the light of day again.

From under my hanging gut and between my tree trunk legs I feel Angel prodding at my overgrown fupa. I lost my dick to my lard years ago and haven’t touched nor seen it since but with how massive I’ve gotten, the friction makes me agonizingly wet sometimes. Angel continues prodding around until his fingers slip into my wet cock cave and I whimper. He slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of my fatpad and I can’t help but to dribble pre into my blubber.

Angel manages to dig deep enough to rub my tip and I choke on my tits again as I attempt to buck my hips against his fingers. I wheeze hard when he manages to rub my head again, my dick leaking endlessly. I whine when he removes his fingers, wheezing at him to put them back.

“Please keep fingering me!” Angel moves to straddle one of my blubbery legs and I moan desperately.

“Just *huff* make me *pant* cum already!” I choke out at him as he shoves his fingers into my fupa again.

“God you’re pathetic Matthew, but its so fucking hot.” He says to me in that deep voice and I dribble more pre into my lardpussy.

“You don’t even bother trying to lose weight anymore so you just gorge yourself all day. I bet the pleasure you get from eating has made this little nub of yours hard sometimes.” Angel grunts at me while he struggles to dig around for my clitdick.

After some struggling he finally finds my cock and I whimper. The tip is so fucking sensitive and I’m already getting close just from the little bit of rubbing. The tidal wave that is my body ripples with every thrust and prod of Angel’s fingers. Breathless and choking I weakly reach up to hold my massive tits away from my poor fat neck to catch my breath. My dick hardens to its full length the moment fresh oxygen hits my lungs and I’m suddenly light headed from the rush of blood. I let go of my moobs and start choking again, my dick still near painfully stiff.

“Fuck, I wasn’t expecting you to be this pathetic! Got hard from catching your breath but you’re too fat to keep your tits from choking you out. You’re so fucking hot Matt.” Angel says with a moan, my clitdick threatening to cum from his words. He picks up speed and I start wheezing particularly hard as my tits are now slapping me in the face from how deep Angel has gotten in my fat. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on and try to warn Angel of the impending geyser.

“I-I’m about to-” I choke as my orgasm rocks through my blubbery body, causing every fold and roll imaginable to slap against each other. I gasp and pant for what feels like an eternity until the knot in my groin finally dissipates.

Angel pulls his fingers out of my fupa and changes his gloves to clean me up again. He finishes me off with some lotion and powder before draping me in a fresh sheet. I wobble and jiggle as Angel adjusts my bed for me so that I’m not being choked out by my own fat anymore. His face comes into view as he sits me up and my stomach roars loudly in hunger. Who knew cumming would make me so hungry?