Atlas Chubbed: Chapter 5

Atlas startled himself awake with a belch so thunderous his fat reverberated. He was disoriented. He appeared to be in Ricky’s room, his mouth tasted like… buffalo sauce? Was that what was sticking to his face as well? What time was it? He felt full and horny. He looked down and saw his belly slightly wobbling up and down, then he realized: Ricky was stroking him.

“You fell asleep while eating,” Ricky muttered. “But this dick won’t quit.”

Atlas grunted and reached for the water on the nightstand. It was just out of reach and he felt too full and hungover to lean over and grab it.

“I gotchu.”

Ricky grabbed the glass and handed it Atlas who slurped down the entire glass in one go.

“Fuuuuck,” Atlas moaned. “I’m so fucking fuuuulllll.”

“As you should be papa, fat and happy. And look at this cock,” Ricky was still stroking. “Most big guys got a small one, but not you. Goddamn.”

“I’m getting pretty swollen though,” Atlas patted his gut. “Nearly three fifty these days. Sometimes I get nervous I’m losing control… I mean, I can hardly fit up your fucking stairwell let alone touch my toes.”

“You got some new stretchies too, did you see that?”

“Where?”

“On them big ol’ titties. Look,” Ricky squeezed Atlas’ left tit and turned it upward so the man could see the little red stretch marks. “They really getting juicy huh. I noticed they bounce when you fuck.”

“Oh fuck!” Atlas interjected, giving in to Ricky’s persistent stroking. The sight of his own growth caused his balls to tighten in arousal.

Ricky rubbed the large man’s nipple a bit and then popped it in his mouth. Atlas was breathing heavy, his mass expanding and contracting, as Ricky lapped up the fleshy boob. Ricky could tell Atlas was close so he released his grip and patted the man’s underbelly. It had grown particularly supple recently. The recent gains were softer than the dense fat Atlas had stacked on thus far. Ricky rubbed the crease beneath Atlas’ overhang, then gripped the wad of pubic fat below.

Desperate for release, Atlas shifted his right shoulder and arm so he could reach under his heft and grip his own cock. It pulsed beneath his grip as he fantasized about the next fifty pounds, pushing him to four hundred and likely making it difficult to even reach his own manhood. He could still feel the transformation from three hundred to three fifty, and that made it easy to imagine growing even larger, becoming subsumed with thick slabs of chub across his entire body.

“Fuuuuck!” Atlas groaned and began shooting his load.

It erupted upwards into the air above him and splattered down across his belly like an abstract painting. Ricky looked at the messy overstuffed chub amorously while quickly stroking himself to completion. He lapped up some of Atlas’ cum and then nuzzled his face into the smelly crease under Atlas’ left pec. He pressed his own sizable belly against the side of Atlas’ and shot out an orgasm of his own across Atlas’ underbelly.

The two snuggled for a bit before Atlas decided it was time for him to leave. He struggled to his feet, swollen and sticky with cum, then plodded to the bathroom. He hated Ricky’s shower. It was narrow as the man’s stairwell and his body was constantly brushing against the dirty tile and shower curtain. He looked at the scum on the tile and decided against it, returning to the bedroom to get dressed. His shirt was completely unwearable. The arm was nearly ripped off and two buttons were missing from the front.

“Can I borrow a shirt?” Atlas asked.

“Of course baby. All my big ones are in the wash but you can try what I was wearing last night.”

Atlas threw on the cropped muscle tee Ricky had been wearing. His tits sagged out from the sides and a good three inches of belly hung out from the bottom. Paired with his overly snug dress pants he looked laughably fat and sartorially confused. It would have to do. He kissed Ricky goodbye and wobbled down the precarious stairwell of the apartment building. Going down was even worse than going up when you couldn’t see the stairs past your own gut.

When he finally made it outside the fresh air overwhelmed his senses. He took a deep breath and began walking towards the train station. On the way, he passed a mirror leaned against a pile of trash bags and caught his reflection. He still had buffalo sauce smudged on his face, his stretch marked chest falling out from the sides of the shirt, and his cum-encrusted belly bouncing freely in the fresh air. Despite looking a mess he felt amazing. He let out a belch and watched as his fat reverberated. A twink across the street stared at him curiously. Atlas rubbed his exposed belly, lovingly fingering the rubberiness of his overhang, as the twink’s eyes widened in shock and possibly arousal.

Atlas approached the subway entrance, gripping the bars as he stepped carefully down the staircase, slender hurried New Yorkers rushing past him. He tapped his phone at the entrance and let his belly push the turnstall. He was breathing heavily from the walk as beads of sweat accumulated on his brow. Conveniently, he was just in time for the train. He waddled on board, the other passengers moving aside when they saw his exposed gut coming. Atlas lowered himself down onto the bench, wedged between two unhappy skinny people. He took up a seat and a half, his belly sagging between his thighs. The train got moving and Atlas felt the familiar reverberation through his excess blubber. He smiled contentedly.

In that moment, Atlas knew he was exactly where he was supposed to be.