Fat Cats: Chapter 4

Joe and Justin orgasmed in unison, shooting their loads onto one another’s swollen bellies. Both were still full from the night before when they ordered take out twice in a row, having not been satiated with their first meal. Both men laid on their back staring at the ceiling until their alarm clock went off again. Joe turned it off and grabbed a nearby towel.

He wiped the jism from his dadbod before leaning over to clean up his partner. In doing so he noticed the full squishiness of Justin’s middle and started to get hard again. In the early morning light he could see the crease formed above and below Justin’s navel from the expanding rolls of fat at his waist. It looked good on him. Joe took a deep breath. Summer had rolled in and the apartment was muggy with the sweat of chubby gay boys. He was intoxicated.

“You’re looking plump, my love. As am I,” Joe said. Indeed, his own belly was resting partially on the expanse of his thigh as he sat up in bed. “I can’t say I’m not enjoying it either. What about you?”

“It’s fun,” Justin offered up. “You’re becoming a bit bearish, I must say. Obviously I enjoy it, you know that.”

Joe felt satisfied by the use of the term “bear” to describe himself. It caught him off guard and he absentmindedly rubbed his belly with satisfaction while the word flitted around his head.

“You know some of the partners… You kinda have to respect how big they are. It takes a lot of work to maintain that and it comes with its fair share of difficulties. It’s also so commanding. When you’re in a room with a man of that size… I don’t know, it’s like he owns the space. Especially Guy, he has such a magnetism about him,” Joe stared off dreamily.

“Alright,” Justin gruffly interjected and leapt off the bed. “I’m gonna shower.”

Joe was getting pretty hard again and lumbered to the kitchen, his half chubbed cock bobbing beneath his belly. He went straight for the fridge, where he gazed at the offerings while squeezing his overhang. The fat around his stomach had finally given in to gravity and formed a solid overhang that he couldn’t keep his hands off of. He shoveled some leftover chow mein into his mouth and washed it down with whole milk. There were some cookies he’d squirreled away from the office that he polished off too. He was so hard that he couldn’t help but stroke himself while stuffing his face.

He heard the shower turn off and snapped back to reality. An hour later and the men were dressed and heading out the door. The mugginess of summer hit them like a wall as soon as they stepped outside. The couple found the weather grueling, especially with their newly beefed up physiques.

The air of the subway was thick and uncomfortable. Joe was regretting that they didn’t call a car to the office. Sure, it was only a short ride away, but an air conditioned vehicle would spare them the pain of sweating alongside the masses. Besides, all of the partners arrived to work in a car. When you’re that big, walking to and from the subway is barely worth it. Hell, you probably break a sweat even in the dead of winter.

Standing in the subway car, Joe leaned over and subtly cupped his husband’s ass cheek as it bounced in the rattling train. He was still horny and never got his second wank. Justin seemed a bit moody this morning but that didn’t deter Joe. In fact, he could faintly whiff his husband’s musk on the car and it was making him hard again. He turned to face Justin and then leaned against the smaller man so that his partner could feel the strength of his loins.

“Calm down,” Justin whispered and giggled.

By the time they arrived at the office both men were drenched in sweat. The chub rub was killing them, especially Justin, whose swamp ass was unparalleled. Joe’s arms and chest were bulkier than ever and creating big circles of sweat stains. At the very least, all the bulky men of the office were struggling alongside them.

That afternoon Joe was excited to receive another lunch invitation from Guy. He knew these lunches were important to his career. Heading out of the office trailing behind Guy’s slow waddle, Joe waved to Justin who had a sour look on his face. Joe redirected his attention back to Guy. The man had hulking shoulders that supported an immense amount of weight. From behind, he was a series of solid rolls that quivered with each powerful step. Joe couldn’t help but feel enamored.

They took a car to a Mexican restaurant nearby. As per usual, Guy ordered for the both of them and it was an inordinate amount of food. Joe was getting nervous as Guy’s order filled up the entirety of the waiter’s notepad. It almost seemed as though he was requesting one of everything on the menu. It was not Joe’s first time at this rodeo and he knew that Guy would not allow them to leave until every plate was empty. He readied himself for a gluttonous afternoon.

As the dishes began to emerge from the kitchen, Joe’s hunger was piqued. One by one the waiter filled nearly every inch of the table with food while Joe and Guy valiantly stuffed their faces. Conversation often languished whilst Guy was chowing down. The constant stream from fork to mouth didn’t allow room for gabbing.

Their combined gluttony was hard to ignore and attracted stares and glances from nearby patrons. Even the waiter struggled to maintain composure over his genuine shock at the unbridled gluttony of the two patrons. Men of Guy’s size often attracted attention but it was rare to see such a porker eat in public with complete abandon. He did nothing to hide his obesity and instead reveled in it. Joe was more than a couple hundred pounds away from such mass, but did his best to keep up.

This amount of food took time to consume and nearly forty minutes later both men were still going to town. Sure enough, Joe was the first to slow, but every time he sighed or sat back Guy nodded at the plates egging him on. After a while Joe’s stomach was becoming uncomfortably stretched. It felt like a distended balloon on the verge of popping. Still, he persisted as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Once every plate was polished clean, Guy leaned back with a satisfied glint in his eyes.

“Well done, Joseph,” he said.

Guy only referred to Joe as Joseph on occasion, usually accompanied with praise, and Joe sensed something coming.

“I know it’s only been six or seven months,” Guy continued, “but you’ve been doing an outstanding job. I want to congratulate you.”

“Thank you,” Joe said and belched into his fist.

“To demonstrate my appreciation, a bonus will be hitting your account soon. I think you’ll find it generous, or at least I hope so. I also hope it goes straight to you and your husband’s waistlines,” Guy said with a wink.