Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 1

How did we get here? Check out the prequel story 'Addicted.'

One week off work, not going outside, absolute gluttony 24/7. Local feeders stop by. Bring me food and watch me feast. DM for address.

Eli Bone blasted the message across all of his gainer-centric socials. Even as he typed out the words he had a large glass of mass gainer next to him and a hard on between his legs. He shut his laptop and chugged the shake while stroking himself. He belched, looked at his phone, and felt a sense of pride to see the DMs already rolling in. He skimmed through the previews. Most of the guys were his usual suspects. He responded to the messages with his address, though none of the men were able to stop by today. 

With nothing else to do he fetched the box of donuts from the kitchen and the carton of heavy cream from the fridge. Returning to his bedroom, he opened his laptop back up and turned on the webcam. With a ring light set up behind his computer, he adjusted the computer until it was framed properly. He could see his face, somewhat tired with overgrown scruff, broad shoulders, and the star of the show resting in his lap: his belly. 

The hoodie he was wearing obviously wouldn’t work for this video so he rummaged around in his closet and fished out one of his old gym tees from college. He shimmied his way into it, the threads groaning and snapping under the pressure of his mass. The shirt barely covered his belly button and clung so tightly to his chest that it accentuated how his pecs had begun to sag with fat. 

“They’ll like this,” he thought to himself. “Fucking faggots.” 

Next he stripped off his sweats and underwear, then sat in the chair. At the very bottom of the screen you could see just a hint of bush and nothing more. It was just enough, a slight tease. He planned on launching an OnlyFans soon, but was waiting until he reached ten thousand followers. Eli turned on the camera. 

“I’m already at three thousand calories today, but I’m still starving. Can you believe it? Maybe some donuts and heavy cream will help.” 

Eli held the box of donuts and the carton of cream up for the camera, then dug in. As he shoved the donuts in his mouth, usually half at a time, he rubbed the circumference of his belly. He pinched the four inches of fat beneath his belly button between his thumb and pointer finger. It was especially soft right there and for some reason sensitive to the touch. His cock sprung to attention as he jiggled the fat for the camera. 

It took about fifteen minutes for him to eat a dozen donuts and chug all the cream, and when he was done he was actually quite full. He didn’t tell his audience this but you could read it on his face. His cheeks were flushed and he breathed heavily through his mouth. His eyes were dazed. He turned off the camera while stroking himself.