Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 7

Eli came to on the couch, his cock throbbing for relief. He looked directly into the eyes of a familiar face. It was Strath, a man he had met at the bath house months ago. Eli’s gaze moved from Strath’s face to the giant greasy bag of Taco Bell on the coffee table. His inner hog growled. Eli grabbed the bag of fast food and ripped it open. 

Piping hot greasy food tumbled across the table. He was ravenous. Eli ripped off the wrappers and shoved the fast food into his mouth. He shoved as much as could possibly fit inside his gullet, chewing it sloppily and grunting. He was breathing so heavily from a heady mix of arousal, hunger, and the physical exertion of being stuffed to the max for days on end. 

Meanwhile Eli’s erection was close to bursting through his threadbare boxer briefs. He was soaking them with precum as he inhaled the food and washed it down with glugs of whole milk. Instinctually his hips grinded back and forth on the couch, a desperate attempt to stimulate his aching pipe against the flab of overhang filling his lap. Eli grunted almost frantically then polished off the last taco, washing it down with milk, and then belching thunderously. 

Eli collapsed back on the couch, more full than before but never satisfied. He looked Strath directly in the eye. The man was aroused but something else distracted his gaze. Eli didn’t care. He wanted sex. Eli stared a hole through the man before him and after several moments passed he patted his thighs, beckoning. The soft thigh fat rippled from the impact while the clap of his palms making contact sounded more padded than ever. 

Eli whipped his cock out from under the boxer briefs. It was rigid and flushed magenta with strands of precum tracing back to the fabric of the underwear. He gripped his manhood in his hand and his eyes turned softer, more desperate. He needed to fuck so bad. He was so pent up. Eli nodded at his erection, pleading with Strath to please take care of him. 

Strath sighed and began to strip naked. Eli watched as the man undressed, admiring his slight pudginess and how much thicker Eli was in contrast. Still, Strath was fat in just the right place: his ass. The man had a plump bubble butt that wobbled as he stripped off his underwear. Eli felt frantic to get inside his hole. Strath grabbed some lube from the table and readied himself before sitting on top of Eli’s pulsing pipe. 

Slowly, Strath wrapped his fat ass around Eli, stimulating every inch of Eli’s shaft. Eli emitted a deep guttural moan of approval. When the cheeks finally landed in Eli’s lap with a soft plop he had to resist a premature ejaculation. The bottom began to ride him, his thighs squeezing Eli’s thigh fat and his hand pulling up wads of thick fat rolls. Eli had become too much of a lazy to pig to put in any work himself, besides he preferred his body to be worshiped. He had turned himself into a monument of unheeded gluttony and had no problem reveling in that fact. 

After several minutes Eli began to lose control. His heart was pounding and he was covered in sweat. The swollen pig needed release. He sat up sharply, oblivious to the fact that his belly obstructed such movements now, and nearly knocked Strath off his dick. Eli grabbed Strath’s waist, his hands sinking into soft burgeoning love handles, and slammed the man’s ass down on his cock. It was a bit of a struggle because he lacked the abdominal strength, but that turned him on even more. 

Eli grunted like an animal as his cock contracted. He pounded, pounded, pounded, erupting like a volcano. His whole body tensed, the fat on his muscle quivering, as a flood of come jettisoned out of him. As soon as the final burst left his body, Eli collapsed backwards onto the couch, exhausted. The room was spinning as he drifted off to sleep.