Big Rig

It was a slow day in December and I was ready to go home as soon as my shift started. My back hurt with the extra weight I was carrying around since starting this job. I was horny, tired, and yearned for my bed. Thankfully, things started to turn around once I laid my eyes on a beast of a man walking through the door.

He was probably about six feet tall and upwards of 250 pounds. His rig was in the lot. I was used to serving truckers but this guy stood out. He was fat, just how I liked them, but a bit more well kept than the other men. He had dark salt and pepper hair that was close cropped and a well groomed beard. A snug flannel was wrapped around his barrel-like midsection and tucked into worn Wranglers. His belly, practically dripping from his waistline, was framed by suspenders.

I greeted him and sat him at a table. After ordering a coffee with extra cream and sugar he winked at me as I stepped away. I was already horny and now my libido was kicked into overdrive. It didn’t help when he ordered enough food to choke a horse. So much so in fact, that it took me two trips from the kitchen just to serve everything. Afterwards, I spied on him from across the room.

He inhaled the food with gusto. His belly pressed against the table as he wiped his beard down in between voracious bites. Before I knew it, all the food was gone and he was flagging me down. He ordered another stack of pancakes along with cinnamon rolls. I was fighting a hard on as I took the order down.

Like magic, the food was devoured within minutes and he was flagging me down once more.

“You reckon I can fit more in this thing?” He said while gripping his gut and maintaining eye contact with me. “Come on, don’t be shy. I know you like watching me eat.”

I awkwardly cleared my throat, “I have full faith you can make room.”

“That’s what I like to hear! Bring me three of your favorite desserts. Looks like you got good taste,” he said and cupped my belly with one hand and slapped it with the other.

“Sure thing,” I blushed and headed to the kitchen with a massive erection.

I brought him five desserts- on the house. Before delivering them I chugged a soda and tightened my belt so my belly would protrude more. As I walked the plates out I stepped heavily so that I could feel my belly fat wobble with the impact of my gait. He thanked me and encouraged me to join him. With no other customers around, I obliged.

We dug into the chocolate cake first. We killed it with three bites each. I studied his face as we made small talk. He had strong features that were softened by fat and facial hair. I admired the way his belly, so much bigger than mine, sat with a solid heaviness in his lap. I could see it had expanded since he first arrived. The suspenders cut into the sides of his girth more than they had before and I surmised that the buttons at the base of his flannel were probably straining at this point.

He asked about my life and interests. He asked if I had a girlfriend and my response was met with a knowing grin. He even asked if I’d always been chubby or if this job was making me fat. I told him it was the latter which he seemed pleased to hear. He complimented my weight and said he thinks it's unnatural for a man to be skinny. Finishing our last bites of pie, he leaned back with a sigh.

“That was a good one. You really filled me up kid, thank you.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills, counted a few and left them on the table. “Keep the change bubba, it’s a tip. Eat something good in my honor.”

He stood up from the table with a groan. I was right, not only had his buttons become strained but some had popped open revealing the soft hairy flesh of his succulent underbelly. He patted his gut lovingly.

“You want a feel? I can tell you do, kid.”

I stood up and gently patted the crest of his belly.

“C’mon you can do better than that. Get in there, give it a feel. This could be you one day.”

My cock rising to attention once again, I gripped his overhang with two hands and gave it a sumptuous squeeze. I could feel his fat ooze outward from my grip. I couldn’t stop as my hands moved upward and gave his overstuffed gut a slight jiggle. I could hear the contents inside slosh around as I stepped closer and reached for his love handles.

“Hold your horses there, let’s not get carried away, huh? I’ll tell you what, when do you get off work?”

Flustered, I struggled to get out, “8pm.”

“Perfect, why don’t you say I give you a ride in my rig when you’re off?”

“Uh, yeah sure,” I tried not to sound too eager.

“Perfect, nice to meet you Tim,” he said after glancing at my nametag, “they call me Shooter.”

With that, he waddled out the door and into the snow.

I was so overcome with lust I felt frantic. Thankfully, my break was in five minutes during which I ordered a mountain of food from the kitchen and inhaled it at record speed. I had stuffed my stomach to it’s maximum capacity and washed everything down with soda. Unable to control myself, I locked myself in the bathroom and shot a load in a few seconds flat. Even after coming, with my bloated gut and anticipation of Shooter, I was still wildly horny.

Years seemed to pass before it was 8pm and I was rushing outside to see the object of my desire. Shooter was nowhere to be found. My heart dropped. I was kicking myself for having any expectations. As I headed towards my bus stop as the headlights of a big rig pulled into the parking lot. I tried to play it cool but found myself grinning from ear to ear.

I sauntered up to the driver’s side. Standing on the street and looking up at Shooter, he appeared almost larger than life. His love handles eclipsed the waist of his pants in their rotundity. His belly slightly pressed against the steering wheel and completely filled his lap. I could even make out two thick side rolls clinging beneath his armpit.

“Hop on in!”

I climbed up the passenger side and took in the environment. It was pretty clean save for a trash can overflowing with junk food wrappers. I made eye contact with Shooter and he grinned.

“Did you eat good after I left?” he queried.

I nodded sheepishly.

“Good, I can tell,” he reached over and patted my little belly. “Oh, it feels tight- you weren’t lying!”

“How about you?” I asked and leaned over to rub his chub. “Have anything good post-Denny’s?”

“I haven’t stopped eating since I left. McDonald’s, KFC, gas station snacks. This thing is a bottomless pit if you couldn’t tell. Say, why don’t we head to that lookout point up the highway?”

It didn’t take long for us to arrive. I had no idea what to anticipate. I hoped for sex, but for all I knew he was about to sacrifice me to some obesity cult. Once there, we looked at each other expectantly. What was the next move? The decision was up to him.

“Ever seen the inside of a rig?”

I shook my head no.

“It ain’t much but it’s mine.”

As he shuffled to the back his flannel came untucked in the back and I glimpsed his doughy lower back. With some difficulty he shifted around and plopped down on the bed. With all the moving around his shirt had come fully untucked and a few inches of thick belly fat drooped out, fully exposed from his flannel.

I looked around then stepped closer to him. We eyed each other and I took another step closer so that my belly was mere inches from his face. Without saying a word he pulled up my Denny’s polo letting my belly flop free in front of him. He admired the pudge hanging in front of him for several moments before opening his mouth and licking from my sensitive overhang all the way up my navel. My nerve endings exploded in erotic anticipation.

He looked at me with a hungry gaze, gripped my belly with both hands, and sunk his mouth into my fat all while holding eye contact. Jiggling his face in my pudge, he growled hungrily. My cock was noticeably throbbing beneath my denim. He let my belly drop and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down. My briefs followed. He put me in his mouth and my whole body felt electric.

After a few minutes he guided me down to his bed where he removed my clothes and then kneeled in front of me. Once he had my full attention he began to slowly undress. First, he undid his suspenders, allowing his belly and tits to subtly relax and droop out further. Then he undid the buttons on his flannel revealing a tight white undershirt so small that it didn’t even cover his belly button.

I now had a full view of his overhang in all it’s hairy glory. His fat was robust, not too soft but also not a muscle gut. It gently wobbled with every move. He pulled off the undershirt revealing the true fullness of his mass, slowly heaving as he breathed. His chest hair was much more dense than his belly hair and I noticed small stretch marks around his arm pits. He leaned in close to me.

“Dig in, boy. Taste it, I know you want to,” he purred.

I shoved my body against his as we began to make out. Leaning over me his girth pinned me to the bed. It felt heavy and supple beneath my hands that squeezed mound after mound of delicious undulating roll. His mouth had several layers of savory taste from all the fast food. Within minutes he began sweating profusely as did I soon after.

I pulled my lips from his and scooted lower to submerge my face in his expansive chub. It was warm and dense. I slapped and jiggled his stomach with aggression, marvelling how it remained inert despite the impact of my hands or mouth or cock. He could tell I enjoyed this and leaned heavily upon me so that I was overcome with his magnitude.

Still, I wanted more. I pushed him back so that he was resting and yanked down his pants. He had a sizable cock but you couldn’t tell beneath the fat pad and pillowy thighs. My mouth explored every inch of his lower half: the bulbousness of his love handles, the savory crease of their overhang, the plush ripeness of his fat pad, the squishy expanse of his thighs.

I could tell he wanted to enjoy my body as well, but there was too much fat in the way for him to reach around. Occasionally he’d get a handful of my belly or side rolls. He seemed particularly keen on my ass fat, though.

Once my face was coated in his sweat and musk I crawled back on top of him, my belly mashed against his much larger one, and our lips met. Our cocks were on the verge of exploding and in a fit of desire I sat forcefully upon his erection. The combination of spit and precome and sweat functioned as an easy lube.

I slowly rode his cock, my own cock mashed between my belly and his. He struggled to sit up as much as possible so that he could grab two healthy handfuls of my ass. As I pumped his cock with my hole he’d occasionally slap my ass or thigh sending waves of kinetic energy jiggling across our fat bodies. The chub encasing us was like a cushion that slipped and slapped sumptuously together as we writhed in pleasure.

I could tell Shooter was losing stamina so I picked up the speed. The friction of all the fluffy fat around my cock was bringing me close to orgasm and I sensed he was nearly there as well. I plopped my ass up and down on his cock, making a slap-suction noise as we jiggled in ecstasy.

In unison, our grunts evolved into moans as his cock began shooting loads of frothy come inside my wobbling body. With one hand around my cock I brought myself to orgasm along with him. My vision went white as my body convulsed uncontrollably until we were both drained of come.

I collapsed atop him. The bed was too small for both of our large bodies so we laid like this for about an hour. The back of his truck was covered in splatterings of my jizz. The air smelled like butt sex and Denny’s. To my chagrin, he lifted me to his feet and offered to drop me at home. I didn’t want to leave him, I wanted to cuddle all night and fuck again in the morning after we’d stuffed ourselves silly on fast food.

Sadly, I was told this was not an option. He had to hit the road bright and early. He was only halfway through his haul.

“I’ll stop here on my way back, I promise,” Shooter said. “It’ll be a few weeks but I won’t miss this stop.”

“Yeah, okay…” I replied.

“I said I promise,” he replied sternly. “But you need to promise me something too, okay?”

“What’s that?”

“I want this gut,” he lifted up my swollen belly, “I want to see it twenty pounds heavier. You think you can do that for me?”

I grinned.

“Oh yeah. I can do that.”