The Admirer

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. Jeff was glancing at my belly every couple of minutes. As much as I jerked off to fantasies of people being shocked at my weight gain, the reality of that situation had me on edge. It wasn’t surprising, of course. I had gained sixty pounds in the past year alone and the last time I saw Jeff was when I was on the college swim team. A lot had changed since then, least of all my waistline.

It didn’t help that I had already eaten McDonald’s before meeting him for lunch, so I was bloating up considerably before his eyes. Plus, I wore a shirt that was straining at the buttons. I must’ve looked like such a pig. Who am I kidding? I wanted to look like a pig in front of him but now that I was living out the scenario I had second thoughts.

“You’ve really put on some weight, Aaron,” he finally said.

“Well,” my face turned red, “what can I say? There’s no hiding it, is there?”

“Yeah man, you’re looking pretty big. You still swim?”

“No way,” I chuckled. “With this gut? I’d sink!”

We both laughed and the conversation moved on. As the meal progressed I was beginning to get very full and self-conscious. I knew my skin was probably showing between the buttons straining against my belly and Jeff couldn’t seem to look away. I was ready to go home, get naked, and shoot a load across my bloated gut.

“Saw you have a boyfriend on Instagram,” Jeff said out of the blue. “Never knew you like dudes, not that it matters.”

“Oh, we actually broke up a year ago…”

“Oh I’m sorry, man.” An awkward silence hung over the table. “I thought he might be the reason for the, uh, for you looking so porky these days.”

“No, not really. Put this belly on last year after we broke up.”

Jeff’s eyes widened, “Wow, just last year. What are you? Two hundred pounds now?”

“Two fifteen.”

“Shoot. What have you been eating?”

“Mm whatever I want. Burger, pizza, that sorta thing…”

As we finished up and paid the check I could tell that Jeff was holding back from saying something. I was afraid of what that might be so I didn’t prod. When we stood up to leave his eyes remained fixed on my stomach. He looked lean and buff next to me and I wondered what he was thinking. Our hug goodbye was awkward and I looked forward to getting home.

The next day I received a text message from Jeff: “Hey man, was good catching up with you. Let’s do it again and maybe hit the buffet.” I was amused by the buffet comment and replied in the affirmative. The thought crossed my mind that maybe he was a closet chaser, but that seemed far fetched. Besides, I could have sworn Jeff had a girlfriend, though I suppose I never asked him.

Three months passed before I heard from Jeff again. In that time, I put on fifteen more pounds. Most of it landed in my lower belly which had finally rounded out into a proper overhang. My fat pad was also announcing itself with a pert roll of dough I couldn’t keep my hands off of. My wardrobe was once again hitting a breaking point. I had one pair of pants and three shirts that were suitable to wear in public. In fact, I was trying on the shirt I had last worn to lunch with Jeff when I received his text message: “Hey man, up for Buffalo Wild Wings tomorrow night?” A button on the shirt popped off and shot across the room. I took that as a sign to say “yes.”

I arrived at Buffalo in my flowiest T-shirt with a flannel slung over it. Jeff was already seated and waved at me from across the room. As I got closer I saw he was wearing the tightest baby blue tee imaginable. His biceps looked bulbous at the sleeves, and as I sat down I noticed something. Jeff had just the slightest bit of paunch puffing out at the base of his abs. Was that there the last time? I couldn’t be sure but I suspected not. He greeted me warmly and already seemed a bit drunk. Again, he wasted no time glancing at my belly.

“You look good,” Jeff grinned. “Hope you’re hungry.”

I was, in fact, hungry. So hungry that I think I surprised Jeff by the size of my order. If he was so curious about this belly I figured I should show him how it’s done. When the food arrived I chowed down and gulped beer with gusto, and for the most part he kept pace. By the end of the meal I could tell he was struggling. I excused myself to the restroom and felt his eyes on me as I made my way across the room.

As I began to piss I heard the door open behind me. The bathroom was otherwise empty and this person chose the urinal directly next to mine. I looked over and it was Jeff. An odd energy hung in the air.

“Gotta love this place.”

“Yeah, it’s solid I said,” and finished up.

I washed my hands and in the reflection of the mirror I got a good view of Jeff’s ass. He had excellent glutes, big and round and perky. His back was wide and muscled with just the slightest bulge of burgeoning love handles at his hips. My dick twitched a bit as he turned around and joined me at the sink.

“Gotta say,” Jeff continued, “I admire your appetite man. You don’t hold back.”

A flood of desire rushed my crotch at that comment.

“Why would I?” I replied. “Holding back is no fun.”

I deliberately scanned his body from the bulge in his pants to his eyes as I said this. He seemed surprised by my lack of inhibition and sort of froze, as though he was holding something back. I left the tension in the bathroom and headed back to our table where we each dropped some cash and then headed home.

The next week I got a text from Jeff. He wanted to hang out at Buffalo Wild Wings again. Admittedly, this was not my favorite chain restaurant. I would have much rather gone to the Cheesecake Factory or California Pizza Kitchen, but if Buffalo provided the veneer of masculinity Jeff needed then I was fine with it.

Unsurprisingly, we pigged out and made small talk while Jeff made glances at my belly. This time he did not comment on my appearance or my appetite but I assumed he was thinking it. I went home with a stuffed gut and a beer buzz and somewhat of a crush on Jeff. He was a charming guy and I couldn’t deny the allure of his all-American good looks. He was easygoing and I imagined good in bed. Nevertheless, I tried not to overthink it.

We then fell into a very natural rhythm of weekly hangouts. Buffalo was our main spot, but sometimes we’d try a different sports bar in town or if I was lucky a more intimate restaurant. After a couple months of regular hangouts we were developing a good rapport. I learned that Jeff was single despite occasionally hooking up with an on and off again girlfriend. I opened up about my ex, and we shared our hopes and fears of the future.

Of course, our meals were growing bigger week by week as were our waistlines. I put on ten pounds in those two months so that I was sitting at an even 240. The weight continued to land in my belly leaving me pleasantly surprised at the shape I was developing. I had an undeniable “beer gut” that announced itself from beneath even the baggiest of clothing. It jiggled when I walked and filled my lap when I sat down. I was finally becoming the sort of fat guy I’d been masturbating to all my life.

Much to my enjoyment, Jeff was also beginning to pork up. Most noticeable was the baby paunch framed by his beefy pecs and strong arms. However, I detected other slight changes. His face looked puffier, more bloated, likely from all the beer. The thighs of his pants were straining a bit too, causing his usually prodigious bulge to appear restricted by the fabric. His muscle definition was ever so slightly softer now as well. Most of these changes were probably imperceptible to anyone else, but my libido pinpointed them quickly.

One day, unexpectedly, Jeff switched things up. He invited me over to his apartment. Despite how close we were becoming, neither of us had visited the other’s home. I was nervous to cross this bridge but eagerly accepted.

Typically, I dressed conservatively around Jeff, but I had a feeling that a visit to his apartment warranted something different. I fished an old white tee from the back of my closet. I knew it would be snug and it was. It covered me up but just barely, any bit of movement was sure to expose some flesh. I paired it with some joggers that weren’t snug but draped well across my cock and ass and thighs. I ate some leftover pizza and then headed to Jeff’s.

He lived in a nice complex on the outskirts of town. The development was large and modern and I nearly got lost trying to find my way in. When I finally made it to his unit my senses were assaulted. Music thumped, a game flashed on the massive flatscreen, and the air was thick with the smell of nachos and wings. Trays of food sat on a dining table with 30-pack of beer and a bottle of whiskey. It looked as though he was throwing a party.

“Whiskey?” I said, and looked over at Jeff. I noticed he was wearing that snug baby blue tee and became completely sidetracked when I noticed how the thick the the soft roll of fat bulging out above his jeans had become.

Jeff grinned, “Why not?” He then poured two shots and passed me a beer, as though he were daring me. “Bottoms up.”

I threw the shot back and chased it with the beer. “So give me a tour,” I said casually.

He showed me around the immaculate apartment. The decor was masculine and minimal in tones of blue and gray. Unlike the rest of the apartment, the curtains in the bedroom were drawn and the room was messy. The bedsheets were roughed up, a pile of clothes lay nearby including a jock strap, the trash was filled with chip and candy wrappers, and a bottle of lube sat on the nightstand. Jeff acted casual. I wondered if he wanted me to see it like this.

We returned to the living room and dug into the behemoth trays of food he had ordered. At this point in time we were used to pigging out together. Neither of us held back as we stuffed our faces in silence. There was an unspoken agreement that we didn’t need conversation while we were feeding. It was a lot of food and after half an hour of non-stop munching I began to tire. My belly was packed tight and I felt a stirring in my pants.

“I need a break,” I said and stood from the table.

I took a beer to the couch and plopped down, the food in my stomach sloshing. I was feeling especially thick in my tiny little tee and it felt good to spread my legs and arms wide and let my belly fill my lap. Jeff shoved another handful of nachos into his mouth and then joined me. His gut had bloated up considerably from the food, so much so that his blue tee was riding up to reveal his happy trail.

He sat close to me on the couch, our knees slightly grazing against one another. He belched loudly and sighed. I could tell he wanted to say something but it took him a few beats to get it out.

“Sure feels good to get a big meal down.”

I could feel him staring at me and so I looked over. Our faces weren’t far apart, maybe two feet or so. We held eye contact for a moment without saying anything. Jeff’s gaze was powerfully intense yet I couldn’t quite read his intention. Without breaking eye contact he reached over and gripped my underbelly surprisingly tight, giving it one sharp jiggle.

“You’re looking bigger.”

I was taken aback. “So are you.”

Jeff grinned and softly traced his hand across his own belly. “Honestly, you inspired me.”

“Inspired you?”

“To grow a belly. Yours just looks so… good. Heavy. Can I give it a squeeze?”

“I didn’t stop you a moment ago.”

Jeff scooted closer so that now our thighs were in full contact. He put his left arm around my shoulders, then sunk his right hand into the top of my gut giving it a slow deep squeeze. He smirked and leaned in until our lips met. We held the kiss for a few moments before Jeff pulled back and looked me in the eyes. His face had grown wild with lust and there was no denying what was ahead.

We kissed again, this time more intimately. Tongue entered the picture as his hands slowly explored my heft and I felt up his muscular thigh. There was a bit of squeezable fat near the inner knee and as I worked my way up I felt his cock pulsing against his thigh. He was hard as a rock. I squeezed his erection through his pants, causing him to emit a soft grunt into my mouth.

Unexpectedly, he swung himself on top of me. Straddling my hips, he pulled the small T-shirt over my head and mumbled “fuck” as my belly spread out before him. He stared at my mass as though he were unsure where to start, and then went for my tits. My chest had become fleshier with the last fifteen pounds, and with that came an increased sensitivity. His lips circling around my nipple sent jolts of pleasure through my body. He gripped my chest with his thumb underneath the bottom crease and the rest of his fingers atop my hairy pec. He couldn’t get enough.

Eventually he pulled back, his eyes crazy with desire, and wrapped his hand around the rolls of fat connecting to my back. He gave me a shake. My belly jiggled magnificently to his obvious delight. He then slipped down to the floor so he was eye level with my navel.

He simply pressed his whole face into stomach, slow and luxuriously. He breathed me in and moved his head back and forth. He took a wad of the fat in his mouth and jiggled it back and forth, then lapped up my happy trail from my belly button to my navel. He had lost all inhibition and was losing himself in my blubber. With my underbelly lifted, he sunk his face into that dark sensitive crease above my groin and let the fat smother him.

I could hardly contain my pleasure from the sensation. My cock was oozing precum and I wanted nothing more than to stroke it. Still, he took his time, swiping his nose and tongue all across my lower belly and pubic region. Even with my pants down and my cock bobbing next to his face, he seemed more interested in the plushness of my chub.

He lapped up the area between my balls and thighs, and then patted my thigh meat so it jiggled against his face. I was overstimulated and losing patience so I grabbed my cock and tapped it against the side of his face. That was the only direction he needed. He took my whole erection down his throat in one swift gulp. I was impressed. For a straight guy he sure was talented. He bobbed his head up and down on my cock. I was so worked up I had to push him back or else I would lose it.

At some point his own pants had dropped so that he could stroke himself. He stood up and then stepped closer so that his hard on was poking into my belly. He thrust his hips back and forth against my fat. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it against my body. He moaned affirmatively. I reached back and grabbed an ass cheek. It was fatter than I expected so I bounced it around a bit and then gave it a slap. This seemed to awaken something in him.

He pushed me onto my back, causing my belly to quiver from the motion. He then knelt over me and shoved his face back under my underbelly. We both fervently jerked off. I was ready to come in an instant and then accidentally lost control. I began to shoot my load all over his chest. This seemed to surprise him. He sat up with a look of amazement as I squirted everywhere. He continued to pump himself and then began to quiver. His orgasm was close.

I grabbed one of his hands and pulled it close, placing it on my left pec. This brought his cock close to my belly, and he intuitively mashed his erection into my belly fat, finding a warm crease on my side. “Oh FUCK” he let out as his hips began to convulse and he fucked my heft. His orgasm erupted in four massive loads that shot from my belly to my face in long gooey spumes of jizz. Animal-like noises escaped his throat as his shoulders pitched forward and he looked down at the mess we had made.

We were both speechless and breathing heavily. Finally, Jeff slouched backwards onto the couch. Our meaty legs still somewhat touching, now cold with sweat. Where was there to go from here?

“Whoa,” was all Jeff managed to say.