Pleasures of the Flesh

Chapter 1

August felt a familiar jolt of anticipation in his gut as he heard a key turn in the door downstairs. He had woken late this morning to an empty house and a big greasy breakfast, and after licking up every crumb and drop of oil, had fallen back into a full, heavy slumber. He woke for the second time to strong late afternoon sunlight piercing through the blinds. He was sticky with sweat and the remnants of fried food. After a cool bedside milkshake, he had made the slow waddle to the shower.
There he sat in his sturdy shower chair, meticulously cleaning every fold and roll, enjoying his own vastness and soft flesh that yielded to the slightest touch. This was his daily ritual, and though it had become harder as he grew, he loved it no less. With hot water pounding down his back and steam filling his lungs he felt refreshed, renewed.
And ready.
Now back in bed he lay, duvet clumsily half pulled over, covering one massive thigh and lower belly. He was still panting softly from the heat and the exertion. He felt a subtle shiver of pleasure as he heard the door click shut, and rapidly approaching footsteps on the stairs.
Jonah paused in the doorway to drink in the sight of his enormous lover. A couple hundred pounds ago anyone would have called August beautiful. He was crowned with thick blonde locks, with trusting doe eyes and a button nose. Chubby cheeks and a small blossoming double chin betrayed his gluttony, but even these told nothing of the quivering ocean of blubber beneath. Each puffy tit was half the size of Jonah's head, underscored by deep thick side rolls that flanked a mountain of gut.
Jonah reached the bed and leaned down into a long hungry kiss. August sucked and bit his lip, his tongue searching aggressively for purchase. Jonah pulled away and they both gasped for air. No sooner had he slipped off his belt than August's hand came rooting in his jeans, stiffening him to a semi in a few strokes. Jeans and shirt flew onto the floor and Jonah mounted him, thighs gripping August's squishy chest, thrusting into his wet waiting mouth.