Chapter 3

He fell asleep on the couch taking a well-earned digestion nap. His belly was gurgling sedulously turning all the food into more soft fat. It was already past noon on this Sunday, and they agreed to explore the city together, so she gently stroked his puffy cheek:" Hey, big boy. Time to wake up. It's already past 12." "Hmmm...?", he looked at her still drunk on sleep and too much food. She kissed his sleepy face, then straddled him. "Is everything in there digesting well?", she asked while carefully rubbing circles over his broad midsection. "Yeah, I'm still pretty bloated, but I like the feeling. My tummy is so round and full, I love it", he smiled. She climbed from his lap again to let him get up, but he didn't make it on the first attempt. With a:" Oooff, my gut is so heavy, it's pulling me down" he fell back onto the couch. She stretched out her hands to help him up:" Come on, let's try again. I'm sure you can do it". He grabbed onto her wrists tightly. She tumbled towards him at first, but then steadied herself and pulled him up with all her strength. Phew, luckily, she worked out. He was still a bit wobbly on his legs. One hand held onto his massy belly while the other grabbed her shoulder for support. Leaning onto his lover he waddled to his room in hope of finding something that still fit well enough for him to wear outside.

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She impatiently knocked on his door. What was taking him so long? Wasn't it the women who were supposed to take forever to find out what they wanted to wear? "Heyy! Are you alright in there? What is taking you so long?", she shouted. "I... ummm... just can't find anything to wear", he stumbled in reply. "Can't find anything to wear?? Didn't you bring a whole suitcase of clothing with you? Should the fashion expert herself help you out?", she grinned. "Uhh yeah maybe", he stumbled and hesitantly opened the door. She couldn't believe her eyes when she entered his room. Not only were his clothes scattered all over the room, but her colleague was stuck in a way too small outfit. His shirt was buttoned, but that didn't mean it covered him. The big man's lower belly was lazily hanging out. His deep belly button and dark red stretch marks were screaming gluttony. The pants weren't fitting any better. They were clinging to his wide legs and fattening ass. There was absolutely no way of buttoning them. His fat pad was spilling out of the open fly. He sheepishly avoided her gaze:" This is the biggest clothing I brought with me. The other shirt I ripped yesterday". "Oh my, what a glutton you are. Eating yourself out of your own wardrobe", she giggled while shaking his soft lower belly. His belly reacted with indignant gurgles to the sudden jiggle. "Ugh, stop that", he clearly wasn't in the mood for teasing now. "I really don't know what to do. I can't go out like that, can I? And what am I even gonna wear tomorrow for work?", his voice was cracking, he seemed to be holding back tears of frustration. As she noticed his distress, she hugged him tightly:" Don't worry, I'm sure we can find you something to wear! For now, at least. And then we go shopping for something new. How does that sound?" "... Good", he slumped onto the bed clearly still upset. "Do you mind if I dig through your suitcase?", she asked. "Nah, go ahead", he replied. After she rummaged through his wardrobe for a bit she came up with a plain gray pair of sweatpants and a cozy blue pullover. She held the pieces of clothing up to his face:" How do you like this? They look stretchy." He looked at her quizzically:" I've never seen anyone wear sweatpants on the streets here. Everyone is dressed so fancy." "Yeah, that's true. But don't forget about your Gaijin Bonus. You're the weird foreigner anyway, so why would you care?", she answered. He had to laugh at that:" Yeah, I guess you're right, haha. I'll give the outfit a try." She watched him wriggle himself into his attire with big interest. The way his fat body shook and wobbled was just mesmerizing to her. "How do you like it?", he asked with a bit of insecurity in his voice. "Oh, I like it very much. It's cute. I love how the pants are fitting on you. They're real booty sweatpants now. The pullover is also hugging your belly very nicely." "Really?", he pulled woolen sweater down, "I'm a little afraid this might ride up if I move too much". "Then just don't move so much", she was already pulling him out of the door.

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Their shopping trip hadn't been very successful so far. It was characterized by clothes that were stretching at the seams. The shirts rode up to reveal a helplessly overfed belly that jiggled with every breath. It didn't look much better for pants. Even though their fabric got stretched out brutally, there was no way they could contain his fat ass and meaty thighs. The pair he was just trying on at least went over his butt fully. That was a little improvement. He tried sucking his belly in to button it, but even then, his wobbly gut was still in the way. Maybe his lover could help:" Hey, can you come in here for a minute? I might need some assistance". She energetically swiped the curtain away as if she had already waited to be invited inside. "Uhh, those pants look good on you. They're so tight. Almost like leggings", she slapped his fat ass. "Yeahh, this pair fits best until now. Do you think you could help me button them?", he asked a little embarrassed. "Oh, what exactly would you need my help with?", she teasingly shook his juicy love handle. He blushed with shame:" Umm... Well, my tummy is kinda in the way, so I was wondering if you could lift it up for me while I try to close the pants." She enthusiastically grabbed his lower belly. It felt good to have some hold his gut. It made him feel a little lighter. His belly growled happily at the touch. Now her small fingers started gently kneading his soft flab. He couldn't help but moan quietly. Her touch made him feel so warm inside. She giggled:" I doubt you will be able to button your pants with your cock hard." She playfully squeezed the tip of his penis. Despite what she said he stubbornly tried to insert the button into the buttonhole. He wriggled and groaned trying to suck in his still achingly full belly as much as possible. But to no avail. He gave up with a resigned sigh:" I guess I have gotten too fat for trousers". She suddenly took his hand and shoved it under her skirt:" It's so hot to see you struggle like that. Tell me more, fat boy." Her pussy was hot with desire. He carefully started massaging her clit through her panties:" My clothes just can't contain my insatiable grith anymore. Even my underpants got tight. They're digging into my sensitive belly hang and my doughty thighs". She pressed herself into him eagerly waiting for more. He slipped his chubby fingers under her underwear. Her juices were all over his hand now. "Ugh, I've become such a pathetic pig. All I can think about is shoveling more greasy food into my mouth until my stomach is all swollen and bloated. Just look at all those stretch marks on my bulging tummy. I just can't control myself", he went on. His words combined with his skilled movements dancing over her womanhood drove her crazy. Her knees buckled. She tried to hold back the orgasm to enjoy the sensation for a bit longer. "And you're not making it any better. Instead of telling me to lose weight so I'll fit into my already big clothing again, you force a gigantic breakfast down my throat and reward me with an amazing blow job.", he went on. She lovingly kneaded his love handles in return:" Yeah, my big sexy man deserves all the food and sex he can get. Just let me take care of you." His fingers started to rub her more furiously. The pressure on her sex made her squirm. With a naughty smile on his lips, he kept the sexy talk going: "But I can still feel my tummy struggling to digest all that fat and sugar. I'm so bloated, no wonder nothing fits me. If you keep spoiling me like that my belly is gonna hang down to my knees soon. I'll be the biggest man in Japan". That idea was too much for her. Her muscles tensed and she had to hold back a muffled scream as she came. Taking her hand away from her mouth she said:" Ugh, you're so sexy. That felt incredibly." He smiled and licked his fingers clean:" Thanks. You taste great by the way. I guess you could say I'm snacking again, haha." She patted his belly:" I don't think this is gonna put a lot of calories into you. Are you feeling hungry again though? I can get you some food if you like". "Nahh.", he let his head hang down in a gloomy fashion, "I really need to find something to wear first". He paused for a second:" You know, I really like all this eating and teasing stuff, but the fact that I still don't have anything to wear for work tomorrow makes me so self-conscious. I can't show up in a way too small suit. That's too humiliating." She gave his shoulder an encouraging pat:" Let's get you a specially made suit then. It's gonna sit perfectly on you." He liked the idea and responded with an excited smile:" Let's go find a tailor shop then."

Author's note: I'm already working on the next chapter and will try to publish weekly from now on. Hopefully you're as excited about it as I am! ✨️