Cow Tattoo

Cooper was stupefied as he gazed upon the absolute unit of a man before him. The ribbing of the wife beater the man wore was stretched to capacity, to the point where it was see-through and on the verge of tearing. The thin straps of the tank contrasted with the bottom hem stretched a mile wide over the man’s overhang. It created an almost surreal vision that Cooper struggled to comprehend. The man’s proportions were insane. 

He could tell that athletic shoulders were somewhere, buried beneath layers of dough, holding the blubber up pert so it seemed to defy gravity. Big heavy tits swelled forward with a dusting of auburn chest hair. The fat of his chest sagged luxuriously downward, connecting to the fat of his back. That band of thick chub propped the man’s arms up and outward. Arms that also were rotund like sausages and encased with excess blubber. A strange tattoo of a cow holding a fork and knife was emblazoned across the bicep, stretched and blurring from the man’s expansion. Angry red stretch marks around the shoulders and pits punctuated his upper body mass, telling a history of constant growth and gluttony.

The true marvel was the expansive barrel-like belly encasing his midsection. It completely overwhelmed his frame and looked almost debilitatingly round. Cooper could hardly fathom how this guy lived day to day with such dense chub ballooning outward from his center. At that size, the poor guy couldn’t reasonably do much besides lay around. That was probably why he was panting just from answering the door. 

The belly fat swelled forward so forcefully that it required the man to stand with his shoulders back and his chin melting into the band of fat around his neck. His legs were bowed from holding up all that mass. Thickly padded thighs spilled out of ratty cotton shorts and puffed out around the indentation of his knees. Every inch of this man was overcome with fat, and given the order of food Cooper was holding in his arms it was no wonder. 

“Cooper?” the man said. 

Cooper, confused, blinked twice and then his jaw dropped open. He couldn’t believe it. 

FOUR HOURS EARLIER

Cooper dried himself off in the gym shower and then wrapped the towel around his waist. His girthy dick print pushed against the thin white fabric as he strutted through the locker room. Men glanced at his well-endowed bulge and his freshly pumped muscles. Smaller guys nervously skittered away and the more confident ones tried to make eye contact. 

Cooper was one of the most fit guys at his gym. He’d been training throughout his twenties and had developed an impressive natural build. Each muscle was strongly defined from his shoulders and pecs, to his abs, to his glutes and calves. The gym was Cooper’s haven where he sought refuge from the harsh reality of the outside world. A year ago Cooper was laid off from his tech job and he drained his savings staying afloat while looking for a new position. In an act of desperation, he accepted a position as a delivery boy at his uncle’s Italian restaurant, Giancarlo’s. He found the job humiliating and his supremacy at the gym helped alleviate that insecurity. 

He dropped his towel cockily, inviting stares from the other men around him. Slowly, he slipped his black briefs over the generous curve of his fuzzy ass cheeks and situated his cock lovingly into the pouch of his underwear. Glancing over to his left he noticed a slightly chubby man watching him attentively. The guy had decent arms and chest but a total dad bod jiggling off his navel. Cooper felt a strange swell of arousal looking at the man’s tummy and how the furry happy trail accentuated the rolling bulge of chub. “Fat fuck” he said in his mind, even though his cock was more than interested. 

Cooper stepped into cargo pants that accentuated his glutes and skin tight tee that displayed the glory of his upper body. He slicked his hair back, checked his phone, and then exited the gym. He was heading straight to Giancarlo’s and was filled with dread. Every day he fretted over the possibility that he would find himself delivering food to someone he knew. An old coworker, a college friend, a former lover. “I thought you worked in tech” they would surely ask. Then he imagined them laughing at him for being a delivery boy at thirty years old. 

Clocking in, Cooper got to work. After seven deliveries his back was aching and he was ready to go home for the evening. Unfortunately, one massive order came in just before closing. Even the kitchen was upset as they were forced to stay late making three pizzas, two pastas, breadsticks, and cannolis. Cooper stayed latest of all, scrolling through Grindr while the cooks toiled away and the servers closed up shop. Once the food was finished he carefully loaded the car and zoomed off to the delivery address. 

The apartment was on the second floor of a small building and Cooper wondered how big of a family was crammed into this one apartment. Judging by the food it had to at least be a family of four, maybe six. He rang the doorbell. Thirty seconds passed and he rang it again, tired and frustrated. He rang it a third time and finally heard slow heavy footsteps nearing from inside. The door swung open. 

A hugely obese man stood before him. He wore barely anything. A grease stained wife beater, hopelessly too small, was stretched over the wide convex plane of his gut. Hairy tits sagged beyond the straps and a sagging overhang beyond the bottom hem. Threadbare cotton shorts were gobbled up by his thigh dough and a wet dot marked where the tip of his cock was perched. He looked disgustingly overweight and Cooper couldn’t help but sneer in judgment. 

Then he noticed an oddly familiar image on the man’s arm. A tattoo of a cow holding a fork and knife, but it was warped and hard to decipher likely from his skin stretching. 

“Cooper?” the man said and then everything clicked. 

Cooper’s jaw dropped. He was stupefied. 

“Roger Durop?”

The man nodded. The two men stared in disbelief at one another for a moment. 

“Is this…” Cooper held up the food, “all for you?” 

“What do you think?” 

It was Roger’s voice indeed, but slightly different. It had that low garble punctuated by short breaths that fat people develop. Cooper couldn’t believe his eyes. The Roger he knew from school looked completely different. Sure, he was always a little heavy as a rugby and wrestling jock. But the man who stood before him was enormous, probably three hundred pounds heavier than when Cooper had last seen Roger. 

“Come on in,” Roger said. 

Cooper stepped inside. The apartment was small and unkempt. The trash can was overflowing with takeout containers and two empty six packs sat next to the recycling, a fresh one was on the counter. It smelled of food and body odor. Cooper set the food on the kitchen table as Roger lowered his mass into an extra wide chair nearby. It creaked beneath his weight. Roger motioned for Cooper to take a seat as well. 

Cooper sat down slowly, still gazing upon Roger’s mass in complete shock. The muscle bro felt tiny compared to Roger. His trim waist was no bigger around than one of Roger’s thighs. The tiny roll of skin at Cooper’s midsection that frustrated him beyond belief was nothing in comparison to the billowing mattress of fat completely covering Roger’s lap and hanging between his legs. As Roger began to unpack the food, Cooper realized he rarely saw people so immensely fat let alone someone he knew personally. His cock stirred curiously at this thought. 

“You’re probably a bit surprised to see me like this,” Roger said and shoved one of the pizzas towards Cooper. “Help yourself.” He folded a slice of pizza and consumed half of it in one bite. “Injured my back a few years ago and couldn’t stay active. One thing led to another…” 

“I’m sorry to hear that man.” 

Roger shoved the rest of the pizza slice in his mouth. “Don’t be sorry,” he said with his mouth full. “It’s kinda sick, but part of me enjoys it.”

“Enjoys… being fat?” Cooper said incredulously as his cock began to stiffen inside his cargo pants.

Roger belched and folded up another slice and dunked it in a cup of ranch. “Yeah,” he bit into the pizza and ranch dripped from his mouth, “I love food so much and it’s liberating to eat anything and everything you want. And the weight isn’t so bad. It feels good to be big. It’s kind of… sensuous.” 

Cooper’s eyes scanned Roger’s abundant folds of chub, especially the visibly stretch marked underbelly hanging between the man’s legs. His cock fully stiffened into an erection as he imagined what Roger’s body must feel like to hold. Cooper took a bite of pizza nervously, unsure why he was consumed with lust as well as what to do about it. Powerless, he simply watched Roger stuff himself in silence. The man inhaled the pizza casually not bothering to maintain conversation. 

Eventually, Roger finished the pizza and leaned forward for a slice from the pie near Cooper. Only, he couldn’t reach that far. Roger grunted and lurched forward, his fat rolls wobbling, but he still couldn’t reach. Cooper was hard as a rock watching the scene unfold. 

“Say friend, could you help me out and bring some of that over here?”

Cooper looked at the pizza. He stood up cautiously, trying to conceal his erection but it was no use. He brought the box closer to Roger who looked at the pizza and then to the tent Cooper had pitched. Roger’s brows raised slightly. 

“Oh,” the fat man said as Cooper awkwardly rushed to sit back down. “No wait, come here. Show me something, would ya? Do you still have a six pack?”

“Yeah…” Cooper trailed off. 

“Well, show me. I haven’t seen abs in a long time.” 

Cooper stood awkwardly, his dick bobbing in front of him. Roger nodded at him as if to say “go ahead.” With one hand, Cooper lifted his shirt. He had more of a four pack at this moment in time, but the bottom row of abdominals were sure to pop after a few more weeks of cutting. Cooper flexed. Roger cocked his head beckoning Cooper to come closer. Roger reached forward until his fingers met the happy trail tracing down Cooper’s defined abdomen. 

“I always had a bit of a crush on you, Cooper.” 

Cooper blushed. 

“You want to feel mine?” Roger rubbed his belly. “It’s the total opposite. Pure dough.”

Cooper slowly reached out and rubbed his hand over the outer crest of Roger’s stomach. A spot of precum soaked through his cargo pants accentuating his erection. 

“Go on,” Roger said in a low tone, “give it a squeeze.”

Cooper hunched down to grab two handfuls of lower belly fat. Their faces were now inches apart, their hot pizza breath taunting one another. Up close, Cooper could see how the contours of Roger’s face had succumbed to fat. The man’s once pronounced jawline and cheekbones were now submerged, his nose remained the only strong line on his face. Roger bit his cherry red lip in anticipation and Cooper lost all control. He went in for a kiss and simultaneously pressed his hard on against the sheet of blubber filling Roger’s lap. 

The kiss was surprisingly long and intimate, but when they pulled back things quickly escalated. Cooper pulled his shirt over his head and flexed his pecs cockily, accentuating the hardness of his body in contrast to Roger’s abundant fleshiness. He then pushed up the threadbare wife beater barely covering Roger, and grabbed the man’s tits. They filled his hands and were soft as a woman’s, only hairier. Cooper thumbed the nipples and pushed the breasts together so they looked round and perky, driving his face into the crease between them. Roger smelled musky and manly. 

Cooper dropped the tits back into place and let his hands trace the crease that connected them to the fat of Roger’s back. The fold was deep and warm and slightly slick with sweat. Cooper was entranced by the magnitude of this man’s body. He licked at the right nipple before picking up the breast curiously and exploring the underboob with his mouth. When he pulled back he had a crazed look in his eyes fueled by testosterone and lust. 

On his knees, Cooper scooped the massive expanse of Roger’s belly into his arms and hoisted it up. There was an enticing irony to how plush and yielding the fat was, yet simultaneously heavy and dense. Cooper examined how the crease of Roger’s underbelly gobbled up the waistband of his shorts and separated the bulging fat pad and thigh fat barely contained by the tattered fabric. It was less hairy in there, or the hair was more spread out. Maybe because of the fat? He couldn’t tell and his arms were getting tired so he dropped the belly with a plop back onto Roger’s lap. 

“Stand up,” Cooper demanded. 

Roger grunted as he pushed himself up from the chair. He tried to remove his shorts but struggled. Cooper slipped behind him and tore down the fabric to reveal Roger’s ass. It looked better than Cooper anticipated. In the gym locker room, all the fat guys had puny disgusting asses composed of two softballs of cellulite. Roger, on the other hand, had bulbous ass cheeks hanging like softened melons, likely thanks to his rugby days. A bit of cellulite dotted his thighs and ass, as well as stretch marks, but he was still shapely. 

“Fuck,” Cooper purred. 

The jock placed a palm on each cheek and pushed them together so the fat wobbled beneath his strength. He did this a few more times and then picked them up from the base and let them drop. Cooper loved ass. He then took a firm grip of the right cheek and shook it vigorously so that fat bounced to and fro. Cooper dropped his pants and stroked his cock while looking at Roger’s full moon. He softly ran his hands against the fuzzy surface of the left cheek while pleasuring himself. 

With a strong hand on the shoulder, Cooper bent Roger over across the table. He then dropped to his knees so he was facing the mega chub’s posterior. With an even stronger grip, Cooper parted the cheeks and examined Roger’s furry ass crack. He looked and smelled surprisingly clean for a man of such size. His ass hair was a bit matted with sweat but somehow that added to the appeal for Cooper. He dove his face in. 

Cooper lapped up Roger’s puckered hole while kneading the ass cheeks like dough, sometimes pressing them together so he suffocated a bit beneath their heft. Cooper kept at this for a good while, fully entranced with eating the fatter man out. Once he couldn’t take it any longer he sprung to his feet and sunk his dripping erection inside of Roger. 

He went balls deep and then paused, letting his hard body rest atop Roger’s fleshy mass for several moments. This may have looked like a loving embrace from afar, but the truth was that Cooper was already on the verge of orgasm and he had to collect himself. Any friction would have sent him over the edge. Roger, perplexed by the moment of silence, opened the box of pasta in front of him and began eating out of boredom. As soon as he got three bites down Cooper was back at it. 

He thrust himself hard against the obese bottom, nearly expecting the give from all that fat to send him shooting backwards across the room. Instead, it clapped loudly against his controlled musculature. It was a lovely sensation that left Cooper mesmerized. He looked down to watch as the fat molded around his hard body upon impact. Meanwhile he gripped the man’s love handles to steady himself before moving his hands upward to grasp two smaller rolls of chub in the middle of his back. 

Cooper couldn’t get over how gooey the man was. He could remember the college jock from his youth and imagined that man buried under all of this lard. That image sent him teetering to the edge of orgasm. Roger’s body undulated like waves of the ocean concealed inside a man as Cooper pounded away. The bottom tried to awkwardly reach under his belly for something, and so Cooper slowed down. Perhaps the table was jutting into his mass uncomfortably. As Cooper massaged the wads of blubber on Roger’s sides he realized that Roger was in fact reaching for his own dick, but struggling to fully make contact. 

Cooper nearly lost it. The man looked like such a pathetic fat fuck struggling to reach his buried pecker. Cooper drove his cock deep inside of Roger with a precise thrust. The wood of the dining table cracked from the force as Cooper unleashed his load. An animalistic groan escaped from his chest as his body convulsed from the intensity of the orgasm. Still ravenously horny and frantically trying to maintain his desperate need for sex, Cooper yanked Roger up and off the table. Though he had underestimated just how heavy the man was, and they both tumbled onto the floor causing every piece of furniture in the apartment to rattle. 

Roger lay completely splayed face up on the floor as his sloshing belly pinned him down. Cooper flipped onto all fours and pushed the man’s belly back with one hand so he could wrap his mouth around his cock. It was small and easy to take with so much fat in the way. Cooper could recall that Roger used to be impressively endowed with an intimidating bulge inside his wrestling singlet. Now all those inches were buried and inaccessible except for the pink throbbing head poking out. 

Cooper stroked himself as Roger orgasmed fairly quickly into his mouth. Even once the fat man was finished coming, Cooper kept his face buried in the man’s blubber stroking his own cock until an immense second orgasm left him convulsing on the floor. 

Cooper felt dizzy. He hardly knew what had just happened or what had come over him. His body twitched on the floor. Roger wheezed nearby. The sound of wood cracking nearby caught his attention, and as he turned to look at the table half of it collapsed. Food spread across the floor and dishes shattered, yet both men were too exasperated to react. 

Ten minutes later Cooper struggled to his feet. Roger rolled onto his side, his belly pooling in front of him like some other entity that had attached itself to him. He was clearly too fat to stand back up without any help. 

Cooper, naked, his cock still swollen and dangling between his legs, pointed at the mess on the ground. Roger looked at it knowingly. 

“Eat.” Cooper demanded.