Chapter 11 - Next Chapter

Jason had enjoyed his summer more than he could have imagined. He certainly had not expected to get linked up with a girl like Rosalita. He loved going to work, and getting to be adored daily. Over the past month he had gained another 20lbs, between his newly regular Saturday dinner date at Mrs. Garcia’s and his own mother completely conceding to her son’s apparent demolished metabolism. She baked more than she used to and was no longer dissuading her son from taking seconds. He would even push for thirds if he thought he could shower her in enough compliments. He had been taking an interest in cooking, learning as much as he could from both women.

Rita was competing with most invested in his gains with all their followers. It seemed to exponentially blow up. At first they had some 40 odd followers, but at over a thousand, Jason questioned if there were that many people who cared about his belly. The patreon account said they did. Rita was able to fix her car up, and thankfully got the AC taken care of, with the donations and subs.

Jason leaned against the outdoor counter, waiting for a customer to roll up. Moe came over and smiled at him. “Look who it is. King of the Summer.” Moe had been calling him that recently, after Moe noticed multiple Burger King bags, stuffed in his backseat. Jason was usually better about keeping his car clean, but Rita made the transition from the car far more pressing. He had added something about being chosen by “Queen Rita”, so Jason thought it was in good fun.

“I’m gonna miss hanging out here,” Jason admitted with a sigh.

“It’ll be boring without you. Maybe next summer, I’ll get the new girl.”

“Didn’t you date 5 girls this summer?” Moe appeared to be thinking, and then nodded in realization.

“You’re right. I didn’t do too bad. So what’s the plan with you two?” Jason was caught off guard by the question. Did they need a plan? Cole had walked over, which was surprising because he had been evading a 10 foot radius of Jason since he’d had the dick to try to say something to him.


“I guess we haven’t talked about it.” Jason looked over at Cole, and greeted him with a flick of his brows.

“What’s up? Rita breaking up with hurricane Jason yet?” Jason and Moe shared a look, which made Jason feel like he was officially in the ‘cool guys’ circle. The two had talked multiple times about Cole’s little man energy and clear jealousy.

“Why has she been sneaking you into the mop closet confessing her love for you yet,” Moe said snidely. Cole let it roll off, as he pined for Moe’s approval over his desire to ridicule Jason or cry over Rita.

Cole laughed, “I’m just saying, Jason. The Tarot cards are down. You are definitely getting fatter, the summer is ending, and you’re going back to school. She just got her own wheels too. Does she really need her big boy toy anymore?” Jason turned his brows up at him.

“I don’t know about all that,” Jason retorted.

“Which part?” Cole attempted to belittle him. Jason figured all was true except her not needing him. Moe gave a look that showed he was considering those very facts when he started the conversation.

“Rita and I are doing great. Not that it’s really any of your business,” he sneered at Cole.

“She might want to cut you loose. Maybe you’re starting to be a bad influence on her,” he said. Jason spun his head in the smaller boy's direction. He felt flames swelling behind his eyes. Moe looked crossed up about it too.

“What’s that?” he said. Cole could attempt to roast him everyday, for all the fucks Jason gave, but he wasn’t going to let him openly discuss Rita in any way.

“You’ve done it now,” Moe said, taking a step back to watch from a less messy place. Cole swallowed hard, looking nervous that this was not earning him any points with anyone. Jason pushed his chest firmly.

“I’m just saying, she looks like she’s been-,” he looked into the pits of Jason’s pupil’s and quickly looked over his shoulder at the approaching young woman. “Having a great summer,” he finished. Jason glowered at him and Cole ran off before Rita got there. Jason put an arm around her, pushing her into his body, which brought him some comfort to his disgruntled mood.

“What’s wrong with you,” she said, sensing his tightness. “Are you hungry or something?” she asked. Moe chuckled and Rita smiled, not intending to expose Jason like that.

“Nothing. I’m good.” His thumb ran over her thickening side. Chichos, she called it. She hadn’t gotten fat by any means, but maybe he finally achieved the chubby girlfriend as prophesized. Jason really enjoyed how he could pinch her little roll with his whole hand. She wasn't stuffing as much as he was, but eating irresponsibly for sure. He had no complaints. It made his blood boil to think that Cole felt justified in saying anything about his girlfriend’s body, especially with the attitude he had. Moe walked over to the objective MILF who pulled up. Jason sighed and turned to Rita.

“Nothing is never nothing Jacey.”

“Should we be talking about what’s going to happen when I go back to school?” Jason asked, rubbing his belly, realizing he was a little hungry and clocking Rita’s gaze on his hand.

“What do you mean?” she said shiftily. He looked at her a little funny, not sure what that look was about.

“I’m gonna be away. I don’t know if you're into a long distance relationship. It can be a killer, I hear.”

“Let’s figure this out later. I don’t want to stress that right now,” she said quickly. He respected her wish to table the topic, but did not stop stressing it. He was in fact more stressed than before. Rita later shared that she was going to have to skip their hang out after work, she had some non specific stuff to do. He was a little disappointed, as he was looking forward to stuffing himself as the “King of Summer” and enjoying a belly rub from her. He decided to go by himself anyway, as his hunger was not something he could freely ignore anymore. He had felt a little embarrassed when he noticed Moe was following him into the drive thru. Jason hoped it wasn’t obvious how much he was ordering at the window, and blushed when they handed him more than one bag. He pulled into the side of the parking lot. If Moe was on his way out from the window he might not even notice Jason parked. Unfortunately, Moe circled the building and pulled right up to Jason’s car and began rolling the window down.

“Great minds, huh?” Moe said, cheersing his whopper towards Jason, who returned the gesture.

“I didn’t even think you ate fast food,” Jason admitted, feeling a little uncomfortable with the quantity that sat next to him. He wasn’t going to be able to go in on the items like he’d normally do, not with Moe around.

“I’m just a regular guy,” Moe stated, like a famous person might. “I’m happy to have run into you. I was wondering how that conversation with you and Rita ended up.”

“Why, you planning your snipe?” Jason half joked.

“King? This is Maurice,” he called to him. “No. I just heard her on the phone with her mom. Sounded kind of intense.” Jason had been there, but Rita conveniently had the conversation in Spanish. The only information she gave him was that Maribel was annoying.

“What were they saying?” Jason asked, eagerly. Moe sucked on his lip a second.

“She didn’t tell you?” he hesitated. Jason shook his head. A smile snuck onto Moe’s face, which confused Jason even more.

“Listen dude. I’m sure everything will turn out fine.”

“Glad for you. I had been thinking the same until you brought something up this morning.” Moe shrugged guiltily. He finished his burger and tossed the crumpled wrapper at Jason’s head.

“You gotta stress less. Just enjoy your BK buffet. Chill out and call her later.” Jason offered his least worried smile, only slightly red from his friend’s acknowledgement of his intended overindulgence. “I gotta take a girl out,” he said with a wink, and coolly pulled off, signaling peace with a careless hand.

Jason proceeded to binge eat the food sitting next to him. All throughout, he was running himself through a cycle of Rita was planning to break it off with him, followed by insistence that it couldn’t happen. Maybe they were just a summer fling. He would be so disappointed if that were the case. He was excited to tell his dormmate that he’d gotten a girlfriend over the summer. But he obviously couldn’t have more of Rita’s time than she was willing to give him. He couldn’t imagine she would let down all their fans like that. He didn’t doubt that there would be some other fat guy that could slide into his spot, probably filling it out more. Jason sighed. He wasn’t even sure what he’d do with himself without her. Would he keep gaining? He thought without Rita, fawning over him, it could get a little depressing. He continued to cram food into his mouth, even though he was getting uncomfortably full. He felt up until he was tossed out, any gains he made were for Rita. Was that too simpy? Probably. He chugged the large drink and let a massive belch grog out of him. He felt himself vibrating, and thought he had just been turned on, but he realized his phone had been ringing. It was Rita. He swallowed and picked up.

“Hey,” he said, nervous and practically too full to speak.

“You wanna come over?” she asked. He could hear her positive mood and was half put at ease. The other half of him wondered if she could truly be so cunning to be so cheery before decapitating him. He agreed and headed over.

He pulled up in front of her house and uneasily turned the engine off. “Good luck Chub,” he muttered to himself. He adjusted his shorts and t-shirt. Maybe she’d let him go just before he had to go up to a 2x. That was nice of her at least. He tried not to assume the worst, but was feeling his inner doomer resurface. Clearly she was an anomaly. He hadn’t even known girls into fat guys rolled so deep. He really thought this girl just fell into his lap and was about his body, hardcore? Not only that, her literal fetish was what he just so happened to be exploring on his own. In his life story, getting an education would be the exact demise he’d face.

He tried to shake it off. He could be wrong. Right? Maybe Rita didn’t care about distance. He could come home on the weekends. They could keep making content. He could at least reach his goal. But then he started worrying that she had tired of him. Maybe he wasn’t carrying the weight the way she’d expected, or he wasn’t reaching some unspoken mile markers and goals. He didn’t know what went on in her head sometimes. He expected she held back some of her deepest and darkest desires. He didn’t dare to start imagining those. Diving off that island made easier by Mrs. Garcia opening her door, inviting him inside. He’d assumed Rita had been inside but found she wasn’t. He had become reminded of how full his stomach already was when he saw an array of fried foods on racks, fresh out the oil.

“It is my precious Jason,” she sang, returning to her stove.

“Hey, Mrs. Garcia. How have you been?”

“Not this good all day,” she said with a wink. “I saw you pull up and knew you’d love to try some of what I’m cooking up.” Jason sighed and prepared his denial of her offer. “And I know you would never go out of your way to offend me by saying no,” she said sweetly but firmly.

“I can do super small samples. I did just eat plenty,” he shared. She fanned his protest to the side, as if someone his size couldn’t reach a state of fullness. He was willing to let the sentiment go, but made a quick face at the back of her head. “Empanadia, beef and pizza, and papas rellenas." Jason found chewing was a great way to put his stress aside. She was continuing to fry more, playing her loud music. He subtly burped under the sounds in the room, feeling super packed by the time the empanadas were gone, which the ‘dia’ implied a smaller size of which was not present. He managed to relocate the needed room to try the newest of the items to him. He was surprised to find a mashed potato-like inside, stuffed with beef and cheese. The closest thing he could compare it to was a pierogi, but that was so far off. He groaned at the greasy ball, complimenting her enthusiastically.

“You want another one,” she said boastfully planting the thought in his head. He felt like he’d be pushing the limit, and even if she didn’t know he was beyond stuffed, he was. Yet, he did want to try that again.

“Would it offend you if I took it to go. I just need some time.” He put an attending hand to his belly, trying to make it clear he was not in a state to eat it presently. He wondered if she was noticing how he was filling his shirt out more. Her sharp eyes seemed to notice.

“I will make you a container,” she said, smiling warmly.

Jason thanked her deeply and walked out with his container pushing into his gut. He prepared to open the door to Rita's apartment, but felt an earth shaking burp coming. He put his fist to his lips, and the door swung open. Rita appeared impressed by his hoggishness. Jason couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the display. She stepped out the way and he straggled inside.

“What? They send pigs pre stuffed now?” she said, laughing and hugging him, pulling away with her hands still on his big belly. He oozed into her touch, despite his anxieties. “Let’s get you horizontal.” She ushered him upstairs, whisking the container to the kitchen and pinching at his thick butt as he slowly lumbered up. He laid down and looked over at Rita, who observed him, beyond astounded. “What happened to you, Jacey,” her words fluttered against all the worrying he’d done.

“I went to Burger King. A little crazily,” he said, meeting her eyes. She licked her lips. “Then I didn’t make it here without stopping next door first.” She grimaced on his behalf.

“Poor belly’s probably killing you,” she purred. “Kind of perfect that you’re here now though.” She started rubbing his bloated gut and pushing the gas out of him.

“I’m so stuffed,” he groaned. “Wasn’t exactly, grwaaap, the plan,” he said, with a whimper. Rita twitched. The sounds Jason made drove her wild. “I’ve been a little worried about us?” The glee on Rita’s face drained instantly.

“What do you mean ‘us’?” Rita’s hand stopped grazing his belly, and he wished it hadn’t.

“We never finished talking at work. I just have been freaking out about it.”

“Oh no. You were stress eating over that. I didn’t want to send you into a frenzy. I mean, I’d be lying if I wasn’t into the results,” she said, resuming her caress. He sighed. He was feeling so loved and cared for that he couldn’t imagine that his concerns had been rational. “I wanted to be sure everything was squared away, before I told you.” Jason stared at her curiously. What was she talking about? She lovingly kissed his belly, and momentarily shook with excitement. “I’m going!”

“Where?”

“Southern State, with you. I got accepted into their nursing program. My credits are transferring and everything.” Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You’re going to school with me? Like, this semester?”

“Yes Jason,” she said, swatting his chest. “What did you think was going to happen?” He shook his head not wanting to relive it.

“A bunch of dumb shit,” he said.

Rose did not miss the opportunity to give her Chub a gentle and soothing belly rub, and to share the moments with her fans in an impromptu live. Jason did not need to act, as the sounds he was making were all his natural response to Rose’s prodding fingers.

“Chub is really starting to look, act, and sound like a real pig these days.” She patted his belly, shifting out a low burp. “His belly is getting so big and extra jiggly. I could never compete,” she said, pinching her tummy. “Look how much more it hangs over.” She lifted his gut, eliciting a moan from Jason. “Did that hurt,” she checked in, concerned.

“No. It feels great. I’m absolutely packed.” A smile flashed on her face and he grinned back. “What?”

“Let’s get you up on the scale.” Jason protested, feeling like he’d just started to feel comfortably uncomfortable. But when he saw her pouting lips and the hope in her eyes, he found the energy contagious.

“Fine.” Rose ran and returned with the instrument. She was so excited she couldn’t even MC the event. She zeroed the scale and stepped back, giving his belly a little squeeze for good luck. Jason almost held his breath, not sure what to expect. It had been maybe a week or two since he had last checked. He uselessly glanced over his belly, as he was not really in the state to be maneuvering around himself like that. Instead he looked at Rose’s face, and felt himself get very excited. “What does it say?” She was kissing his lips, hard. After a brief dispensing of steam, she pulled away.

“Chub you are 277,” she announced, beaming. Jason was struck by the number. He had done it? Like it was absolutely nothing. He was surprised by how proud he felt.

“Do I look it?” he teased. Rita purred.

“You are beyond sexy chub.”

“You wouldn’t be turned on by a huge fat pig like me,” he jested.

“I think I gotta go prove a hog wrong, everyone. Catch you in the next one!” she snorted, and cut the feed, throwing the phone across the room.

She pushed him onto his back, desperate, but gentle. She lay beside him and nipped at his neck, then chest, and finally his belly. He felt himself surge with arousal. Rita began stroking his fully erect cock, nuzzling her nose into his belly and her other hand tracing the stretch marks on his side. Jason writhed under all her touches. Her fingers danced over him and he felt entirely worshiped. He couldn’t help but notice her face pushing into the top of his belly. Something about it felt amazing to him. It made him feel a little extra powerful. He shifted his weight and his lower belly was pressing firmly onto her face. He heard her moan into his soft body and felt her grip on him tighten. Where had her hand gone? She shifted her hips and he was sure she was touching herself. He was enjoying how amazing everything felt, Just laying back like a fat blob. He was surely a fat lazy pig, even in the sack. That thought should not have made him hotter, but it did. Jason’s head was swarming. He was absolutely stuffed, and on the brink of finishing, with his fat obsessed girlfriend's face digging into his belly. He felt her nuzzle deeper into him and couldn’t stop his hand from grabbing the back of her head. Through gritted teeth and urgent breaths he said, “You like this fat belly so much. You’re such a dirty girl for this big pig huh?” He couldn’t stop himself from finishing onto his thigh. Rita was right behind him screaming into his flabby belly, air bubbles flubbering out from the pocket she had been in. She pulled her face out of him when her multiple orgasms had finished, gasping. Jason cleaned himself up and staggered back to her bed.

“Holy fuck,” she exclaimed.

“Right back at you,” he said, still trying to get his faculties back. She curled up to him and sighed, fully satisfied.

“Well you know what this means don’t you?” She looked at him with those large innocent but devious eyes. The same eyes that had flirted with him so persistently just months ago. The brown eyes that flashed in his mind after he dropped her off, pulling him to the drive through, just by making one comment on their first day of meeting. “Don’t eat too much.” He’d eaten beyond too much, many evenings this summer, and the damage was apparent. He’d need to go back to school shopping and was sure Rita would want to be part of that. He savored the feelings of her delicate fingers on his protruding belly, wondering if he’d ever be so light again in his life. “Hmm?” she pressed.

“Sorry,” he murmured, dreamily. “What does this mean?”

“I’m going to need a new screen name,” she said, giving him a pinch. “Chub.” As usual she was right.

“What do you think of RoselikesRolls375?” he suggested.

“We’ve got work to do,” she said, with a wink.