New Employee - Short Story

[this one is a bit more erotic than most of my work]

I finish up my lunch break and head for the door when Lupe, the manager tonight, swings in holding a few boxes from the bakery. He places them on the counter and starts to open them.

“Where are you going?” He says, turning and gesturing me back into the room. “I got you some donuts, here.” Lupe picks up a box and hands it to me. I take one out and put the box back down, turning back towards him. He pushes the doorstop out of the way and lets the door close, taking his keys and locking us in.

“Uhh, what are you doing?” I ask, mouth full.  

“I’m makin’ sure you eat all those. I got them just for you.” Lupe smiles wide and gets close, pushing me against the wall and groping my bulge.

“Oh. Oh my.” I grunt, swallowing just as he shoves my hand back up to my mouth to finish the remainder of the donut.

“Eat.” he whispers, grabbing another and bringing it to my lips, hand still around my bulge. I quickly get turned on, causing him to start stroking the front of my jeans. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?” He teases, forcing the second donut into my mouth. “You want to get fat?” he asks, picking up a third donut. Fuck. Hearing him say that in his thick accent is so hot.

“Mhm.” I nod, staring into his eyes, not sure if I should be afraid.

“Then you’re going to eat all 3 boxes of donuts for me. Got it?” I softly moan a response, being fed another donut, followed by another, barely giving me time to breathe. He continues stroking my bulge, pushing his own against it every so often, feeding me, stuffing me. “That’s right, get nice and fat.” He starts to rub my belly, lifting my shirt and giving it a nice smack. I moan, so wishing he’d unzip my jeans and reach in with his fat hairy hands. As he rubs my swollen belly, his hand occasionally pokes at my jeans, almost as if it’s going to slide right under the waistband.

Before I know it I’ve eaten 6 donuts and I’m feeling incredibly full. I’d just had lunch so this was really pushing it.

I moan, holding my mouth shut as Lupe attempts to keep feeding me.

“I thought you wanted to get fat.” he smiles.

“I’m so full. I can’t-” he shoves the donut in as I’m talking, the other hand now unbuttoning my jeans and reaching right in, groping my underwear bulge. I put a hand on his shirt, lifting it and looking at the chubby hairy belly beneath.

“You’ll be bigger than me one day.” Lupe says softly, leaning in close. “A lot bigger.” I grunt and close my eyes, enjoying this fantasy scenario. I’ve always wanted this to happen, have Lupe force feed me and make me fat. Stroking me off as he teases me. I unzip his jeans and pull out his cock, underwear still containing it. He pushes his weight on me and starts to hump my bulge with his, grunting and feeding me more donuts. He slides down my underwear and goes back to stroking my cock, my bare ass against the cold wall. Every so often he’ll rub my cock with his, followed by another donut.

“I’m gonna get fat.” I moan, hands on my own belly.

“Oh yeah? How fat?” Lupe asks, biting his lip, cramming a donut into my mouth.

“As fat as you make me.” I say, groaning in fullness. “I can… barely… eat another bite.”

“Oh I can make you really fat. So fat you can’t even work here anymore.” Lupe strokes faster, getting me closer to finishing. “So fat you can’t even walk. So fat you can’t even get up anymore.” Lupe strokes faster and moans, our sweaty bodies pressed together.

“Please.” I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine myself three times my current size with Lupe feeding me and stroking me off because I can’t reach.

“Eat. Eat! Get fat for me. Get really fat for me. I want you fat.” he slaps my round belly and strokes, shoving in one final donut. As I chew and swallow, Lupe pushes his belly against my cock and starts to rub on it, getting me off on his hairy soft fat. Within seconds I begin to moan, groping his love handles and letting out an even louder moan as I cum all over his belly.

“That’s right, good pig.” He gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Same time tomorrow? And bring your appetite. I want you to eat twice as much.” Lupe wipes his hands off and starts closing up the boxes. This is going to be fun.