Thanksgiving Leftovers

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up on the couch. I grabbed my phone to check the time. It was four o’clock. I wondered how long I’d been asleep. I must have passed out after all that Chinese take out. My phone had several notifications, mostly OnlyFans, Twitter, and Tumblr. My gaining content was finally catching on. I had a couple thousand followers on Twitter and maybe a third of that on OnlyFans. The photo I posted of all my take out was apparently performing well.

I stood up and stretched. At five foot ten inches and two hundred and twenty pounds my belly was finally rounding out. It hung shirtless and greasy from all the Chinese food, bulging over my intentionally snug gray sweatpants. I gave it a loving squeeze. Yesterday one tiny red stretch mark appeared on each love handle. They were my first stretch marks besides the ones on my ass. I was proud, and my followers liked it too. I headed to the kitchen to towel off the slop stains across my chest and stomach.

Without a thought I pulled a Boost VHC from the fridge and swallowed it down with a few gulps. I still had a dozen in the fridge that I needed to polish them off before my parents returned in a couple days. They were at my grandparents for the Thanksgiving holiday. I was invited too but I claimed I had a huge midterm paper I had to work on. This was a flat out lie. I just wanted to lay around their house and grow fat, which is exactly what I was doing.

A knock at the door startled me. I grabbed my old high school hoodie from the couch and threw it on. It clung like a second skin and showed just a flash of underbelly. I peeked through the peephole at the front door. It was Arthur Daniels from next door holding what looked like a bag of food. I used to hang out with his son when I was young but I hadn’t spoken to the man in years. All I knew was that he was a looker with a dad bod. I opened the door.

“Grayson!” He exclaimed. “My wife heard you were home alone for Thanksgiving so I brought some leftovers.”

“Hey, Mr Daniels. That’s so sweet of you, I appreciate it.”

I reached for the bags which looked absolutely stuffed with food, but he didn’t hand them over.

“Let me put them inside for you,” he said confidently.

I followed him into the kitchen, appreciating his ass in a pair of snug Wrangler jeans. He set the groceries on the countertop and then turned towards me with a smile. He looked older than when we were kids yet still handsome. His belly was larger too, muffin topping over the waistline of his jeans in a faded plaid button up. Standing face to face I had the startling realization that we were nearly the same size now.

“How are you, Grayson? You’re looking healthy these days.”

Arthur began to unpack the groceries, distracting me.

“Oh I’m alright. Just focusing on school and stuff.”

He proceeded to pull out a jug of eggnog, several tupperware, and then a stack of brownies and an entire pie.

“You had a whole pie leftover?” I couldn’t help but ask.

The man got a wide grin and then looked down at the belly hanging out of my sweater. I flare of uncertainty and insecurity rushed over me. He then traced his eyes upward before locking with mine. He had an odd expression I couldn’t quite place.

“You’re a growing boy, aren’t you?”

“Well, I…” I struggled to find the words, but when he reached to open the fridge I startled. I didn’t want him to see all the Boost in there. “Wait!”

He swung the door open anyway and raised an eyebrow at what he saw. He grabbed two Boosts from the fridge and handed one to me.

“Mind if I join?”

I shook my head “yes” in stunned silence.

“This egg nog will help too,” he said and loaded it into the fridge. “It’s the highest calorie count egg nog at the WalMart. Not bad in protein too, considering.”

I sucked down the Boost nervously, emptying it quicker than I intended.

“You’re not slowing down, are you?” he said.

“I’m not sure I understand…”

“Listen, Grayson,” he turned to me and paused. “I’ve seen your page.”

My face either flushed red or turned ghostly white, I have no idea.

“It’s hot. You’re hot,” he reached under my sweater and squeezed a wad of belly fat. “Try this,” he handed me a brownie. “Made with heavy cream and high calorie fudge. A couple squares is nearly a thousand calories.”

“You won’t, uh, tell my parents?” I stammered.

“No, I won’t tell them. Your secret is safe with me, but I do want to help you out. If you’re game?”

“Help me out?”

“Fatten you up, Grayson.” He took a step closer so that our bellies were touching. “I want that belly dripping even further out of your hoodie. I want to make you fat. Here, eat.” He held the brownie to my lips.

I took a bite as we held eye contact. He grabbed the egg nog from the fridge and cracked it open, then poured it into my mouth. I gulped it down obediently. I hardly had time to process what was happening.

“That is what you want, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“You’ve already come a long way,” he continued. “I remember that swimmer’s body freshman year. You’ve softened up since then, but you want to be completely buried don’t you? You want to be waddling, huh?”

I nodded as he shoved another brownie into my mouth.

“Good boy. Sit on the counter for me while I fill that gut.”

I did as I was told. He began swigging the egg nog himself, in between shoving brownie and then pie into my face. While I was chomping away he fixed a bowl full of stuffing and heated it in the microwave. It smelled delicious. I could see his hard on straining inside his Wrangler’s as he kept an eager eye on my progress. He yanked the sweatshirt off my body and his eyes opened wide.

“Look at that belly,” he muttered. “So swollen, especially for a guy your age.”

He softly sunk both hands into my plush belly fat, kneading and rubbing the excess weight. He then yanked off my sweatpants so I sat atop the counter in only my underwear. My thighs spread out beneath me, my cock soaking through the cotton fabric of my white briefs. He rubbed my thighs as he did my belly, giving them a jiggle too.

“Eat up,” he held the stuffing to my chest. “Get stuffed like holiday turkey, like the main fucking course.”

With that he pressed his scruffy face into my underbelly, rotating back and forth and breathing it in. He bit softly at the flab, groaning a bit, and rubbing the hard on inside his jeans. He pulled back flustered and undid his pants, shimmying them off his thighs. He also wore white briefs soaked through with pre-cum. He then unbuttoned his shirt, letting his own pot belly bounce before him.

We did look to be about the same weight, but Arthur carried it more in his belly than I did. He had a deep overhang that eclipsed half the view of his crotch when standing. It swayed with his movements but appeared firmer than my own. My gut was rivaled by my thighs and my ass and lately even my tits. It was one softening area amongst others, swelling with fat day after day as I lazed around playing video games and jacking off for the internet. Arthur Daniels, on the other hand, had developed a stereotypical dad bod over years of beer drinking and going back for seconds. It was true what he said, my belly was impressive for someone my age.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.

I walked to my room with Arthur following behind, his arms full of food, Boost, and eggnog. I opened the door and realized it smelled musty and dank. He placed the food and drink on my dresser and we made out a bit. I tasted whiskey on his tongue and felt up his erection. His cock felt large, bigger than mine, with the tip nuzzled beneath his overhang in a manner I found intoxicating. He gripped my ass from beneath the cheek, bouncing it up and down behind me.

“You smoke?” he asked, nodding towards my bong. “Why don’t you take a rip?”

I did as he said, offering him the same but he declined. As the weed high encroached he pushed me onto the bed and continued feeding me. It was dark so I couldn’t really see what was going into my mouth. I only found out once I tasted it. He massaged my belly all the while and gripped at my other bulges and curves. I was so overwhelmed with sensation that I mostly just lay there, ingesting as much as I could while he manhandled me. Occasionally I’d reach for my cock but I was too full and stoned to do much.

Finally, he began stroking me and sniffing my junk. He sucked on my boner for a while and then flipped me onto my knees. He ate me out for a long time while I mostly just lay there, occasionally drinking some Boost. He was getting slow and lazy too. Somehow in my weed haze we progressed to grinding our bodies against one another and I remember being so fascinated by how my fat felt pressing against his fat. It was cold on the surface but also warm, our bodies touching yet separated far apart with blubber.

He ended up on his back and I crawled atop his lap, uncharacteristically eager to bottom. With a generous amount of spit I slid his cock inside of me. My thighs and ass encumbered his lower body with a gelatinous plop. I gripped his belly as I lazily rocked up and down, back and forth on his cock. He moaned sensuously, occasionally thrusting a heap of food from somewhere nearby into my face.

As I got closer to orgasm my pace quickened and I bounced on his dick eagerly. My whole body jiggled and sloshed around from the movement, both of us moaning in pleasure. With unexpected strength he rolled me onto my back and sprung to his knees, desperately thrusting. He gripped my chest with one hand and gruffly shook my belly fat with the other as he pounded his orgasm deep inside of me. I frantically yanked at my own erection, almost instantly splattering a load across my body and face.

When he pulled out my head was spinning. I was too stoned and full to make sense of what just happened and so I allowed myself to drift off to sleep. When I awoke he was gone.