The Home Depot Hookup: Chapter 3

I was sitting in front of my computer watching some fat guy jiggle his gut for the camera. With one hand I stroked my hard on and with the other I alternated between squeezing my own belly and gulping down a gainer shake. It was a fairly average evening for me. Nearby my phone lit up with a message from you know who.

It had been a month since my stalker moment in the Home Depot, and while that was a very sexy experience, I did feel a bit creepy about it. I pulled back from our messages a bit so that I didn’t develop too much of an obsession. I figured if it was meant to happen he would come to me. Sure enough…

The message I received was a bit jumbled, but what I gleaned was that he was at work, beyond horny, and needed to be serviced as soon as possible. I couldn’t quite believe my eyes. I asked him if he wanted to come to my car or something, but he refused. He said he wanted to hook up inside the store. I should have been nervous about the legal ramifications, but I already had my erection in one hand and a belly full of gainer shake in the other. I was ready to fucking go. He gave me fairly explicit directions to follow which I read over and over.

I stood up and closed my laptop. I polished off the gainer shake, and headed to my closet. I threw on a snug T-shirt and sweater that showed off every curve of my upper body. And let me tell you, it was curvier than ever. I was up seven more pounds in the last month, pure muscle and chub. I was on a roll. I was developing rolls.

My shoulders and arms were beefier than ever and framed my distended belly. I was undeniably stocky. My belly touched my thighs when I sat down. It was finally big enough to press against the dinner table. It wobbled when I walked. A couple colleagues had even given it a pat and sly comment in the last few pounds. People were assuming I was doing a winter bulk. Which, I suppose was true, but what they didn’t know is there would be no cutting in the summer. This bulk was going to be never ending.

Lower down, I was plumper than ever. The ass was assing after all the work in the gym. The plush layer of fat on my glutes hung pert atop swollen muscles. I had enough meat to twerk and throw it back like it was nobody's business. The down side was that it was impossible to find pants that fit. My only option was Dickie’s with an elastic waist. These pants also accentuated my body in all the right places, so it was a no-brainer for my Home Depot date.

I hopped in my car and sped to the Home Depot with an insatiable lust permeating every fiber of my being. I did as I was told and parked as close to the entrance as possible then proceeded to the outdoor garden section. Sure enough, there was the object of my desire. As I approached, nervousness flooded my chest. He saw me coming yet his expression barely changed. I didn’t know what I expected but I expected something. It took an eternity for me to reach him and once I did I could smell his aura of musk and arousal.

I asked about a type of tree, as he had instructed over text. He grinned devilishly and nodded. Perhaps he didn’t recognize me until I uttered the code word. He led me to the trees I had asked about. Up close he looked even bigger. He was one of those guys whose arms sort of stuck out from his sides due to his girth. He was wearing a denim button up that looked uncomfortably small with pit stains spreading beneath his arms.

Stopping at the trees, he turned toward me. Despite maintaining a veneer of professionalism, I could sense the hunger in the air. He began explaining what sort of environment the tree liked. He stood close to me. At one point he stepped closer to motion towards the leaves. Doing so our bellies were nearly touching. I could feel the warmth emanating from his body and my dick was already half chubbed.

I then asked about fertilizer. He led me inside the store where the fertilizer was displayed; right next to the bathrooms and break room. When reaching for one of them his belly brushed against mine and I nearly lost my breath. God knows what he was even saying, but he leaned in close to point out something on the packaging. His heft was now fully pressed into me and I could barely focus.

“Wait thirty seconds and then take the last door on the right,” he whispered and disappeared.

My head was spinning. There was no chance I could keep track of time at this moment so I headed down the hallway a few moments after him. I shut the door and he immediately locked it and then shoved me against the wall. He held my throat with an authoritative grip while leaning his mass against me, pinning me to the wall. We made out sloppily. He tasted like cigarettes and a sub sandwich.

He pulled back only to whip off his orange apron. Beneath the apron, the shirt he was wearing had come unbuttoned in the center allowing fuzzy chub to bulge out. He was crazy to even be wearing an article of clothing so small. I unbuttoned the remaining buttons so that the magnitude of his hirsute beer gut hung before me. I gave it a slap and grinned.

He whisked off my sweater and undershirt and we continued making out whilst pawing at each other’s excess chub. This man was such a solid hunk of beef that I felt small next to him. My forty plus new pounds couldn’t compare to his massive physique. His pecs bounced and flexed as he gripped at my body, scooping up handfuls of swollen ass.

I could feel his cock throbbing beneath his pants and with an aggressive impulse he snapped the button right off my Dickie’s and stripped them off. He pulled me away from the wall and pushed me towards the table at the center of the room. He yanked off my underwear and muttered “fuck yeah” upon seeing my ass wobbling in the air.

He rubbed my cheeks with his rough and calloused hands, massaging the buttery chub I had intentionally packed on. He gave them a few slaps and jiggles, parting them and letting them clap back together. As he began to finger me I heard the sound of his own jeans unbuttoning. I hadn’t expected to bottom, figuring I’d suck him off and be on my way, but I wasn’t complaining.

With a fair amount of spit, I felt the head of his cock poking at my hole. It felt large and I was afraid of what was coming. I breathed deeply trying to relax and open myself up. He was gentle but moving quickly. My hole was stretching and I began to lose control of my limbs. Luckily, he pinned me down against the table, otherwise I may have slid off in a sweaty pile of arousal. I could barely keep from moaning as he slid a mile of cock inside of me. Finally he began pumping, all the while jiggling my ass and marveling at its plumpness. This continued for a couple of minutes before I couldn’t take it anymore and had to flip onto my back.

From this position atop the table his formidable gut pinned me down while my own beginner’s belly bounced to and fro from the force of his fucking. He held my stretch mark laden thighs up with an impressive grip and seemed to enjoy how they clapped and jiggled. I could barely take it any longer and reached to my cock for some relief.

He pushed my hand away and continued to rail me. I was almost seeing stars when he had me hold back my own legs, which was not so easy to accomplish since putting on weight. Still, I persevered as he pounded away and leaned forward to wrap his hand around my neck. Nearly the full weight of his oversized body was atop me and I struggled to breath.

Sensing he was close to orgasm, I let one leg drop so I could stroke myself. The only problem was that my cock was completely sandwiched between our chubby bodies and I couldn’t reach it. His muscles began to tighten and flex beneath the fluorescent light as his cock sputtered and ejected a fat load inside my ass. The friction of his belly atop my cock had me close to orgasm and the second he pulled back an inch I got myself across the finish line with two quick pumps that had me writhing in ecstasy.

When he finally stepped back I didn’t have the wherewithal to lift myself from the table. He had to help me to my feet. Completely disoriented, I clothed myself and headed for the door. Alarmed, he grabbed my arm gruffly and held me back.

“Exit through the back,” he said and pointed to a door.

I did as I was told, without a kiss goodbye or any pleasantries, and exited. I found myself in the loading lot in the back of the store. A few of the other men, straight and hefty employees, stared at me curiously. I’m sure it was obvious what had just happened. My messy hair, my sweater awkwardly thrown on and riding up, my pants with no working button, my stomach still flushed red and bouncing exposed in the air… I wondered if his coworkers were prone to this. Maybe they saw hookups leaving the break room a lot. Maybe they wanted a piece of it for themselves. Some of them were pretty sexy actually. I certainly wouldn’t say no…