Man of the House

“Oof I really overdid it tonight,” Drew Birch, man of the house, object of my desire, uttered while patting his distended paunch.

“Well, you insisted on dessert,” Allie Birch, his wife, said with an undertone of judgment.

“Where did you guys go?” I chimed in.

“Arlin’s Steakhouse, that new place downtown. I can confirm the reviews are on point, that place could clog an artery in one sitting. Ten out of ten,” Drew boasted.

“I’ll have to try it sometime,” I grinned and tried to keep my eyes above his shoulders.

Drew was wearing a faded denim button-up shirt and the bottom three buttons were straining from the pressure of his beginner belly. When the couple had first left this evening his shirt was merely snug, evoking a middle aged weight gain that hit most married men in the suburbs. Now it was looking a little absurd. He must have gone hog wild at dinner because this shirt was about to bust open at any moment. I could sense he was ready for me to leave so he could strip off his restricting clothes and kick back.

The couple paid me and I drove back to my dormitory on campus. I’d been babysitting for the Birch’s for two semesters and over that span of time I watched Drew Birch slowly stack on pound after pound. Little did he know he was personifying all my kinks right before my very eyes. He was a middle aged attractive father, putting on weight that gathered into a thick belly and thighs, growing more disheveled and scruffy as time went on-- what more could I ask for?

When I first met Drew he was freshly promoted from a managerial to an executive role with an advertising agency. He dressed tastefully in clothes that were well-tailored to his physique. Sporting broad shoulders and a narrow waist, finely groomed scruff, and a salt and pepper coif, Drew was a total looker. With a happy marriage, an adorable child, a new home in the suburbs, and a big promotion, Drew Birch was ostensibly living the American Dream. Naturally though, cracks began to appear in the facade.

Allie was re-entering the job market, hence my presence as the babysitter, which I sensed was a point of contention between the couple. Additionally, Drew seemed to be increasingly stressed in his new role. As a result, his once trim physique began to soften along the waistline. I first noticed when Drew pivoted from tucking in his crisp and tight shirts to letting them blouse out at the waist a bit. It lent him a more disheveled look than I was accustomed and it didn’t take long for me to discern that he was trying to hide a little pooch that was collecting at his navel.

A few weeks went by and that pooch was noticeably filling the extra fabric in his shirt. Drew was developing a genuine paunch that lent his once svelte silhouette a now convex curvature. At this point it was becoming harder for him to conceal the weight for not only was his midsection swelling but so was his lower half. I noticed his butt began to fill out and eventually strain the seat of his trousers and his thighs were following suit. Straight leg pants began fitting like skinny jeans as Drew evolved into a certifiably stocky man.

Eventually he got to the point he was that night. That is, unable to conceal his chub. His belly rounded out comfortably, pressing against his shirts and pants with gusto. Love handles developed that disrupted his sharp V-shape and tugged at his too-tight shirts. Meanwhile, his thighs were becoming undeniably husky as they rubbed together with every step. And me? I was mesmerized.

I wasn’t contacted by the Birch’s for nearly two months after that evening Drew went all in at the steak house and I began to assume I had been replaced. I was proven wrong when I received a call from Allie Birch inquiring if I was available on a Friday night. She would be out of town the entire weekend and Drew had a gala to attend. I eagerly accepted as my imagination began running in circles conjuring images of an overfed Drew Birch two months thicker.

I wasn’t disappointed when I arrived at the house. Drew had to have gained at least thirty pounds since I saw him last and he was squeezing all of that into a snug three piece suit. My eyes surely dilated as I observed his chunkier rushing to get out the door. For the first time I noticed that his severe jawline and cheekbones had softened with a fluffiness that bulged slightly over the crisp collar of his shirt. This was a sign that he could no longer pass as a trim guy with a bit of extra weight. Drew Birch looked fat.

Most noticeably, his vest was about to burst. The buttons were straining and the fabric was pulled tight against his hefty beer gut. It looked uncomfortable and he must've noticed my staring because he relayed that it was fitted only two weeks ago. I reassured him he looked great and he said something to the effect of: “Tell Allie that” while patting his gut.

Every move he made looked difficult in the rigid suit. His newly rounded form was not made for such hard lines but he was determined to make it work. Before heading out the door he sat down to put on his shoes. As he bent over the sound of threads straining filled him with fear and he returned upright. He slowly bent over once more testing the waters. His belly was increasingly in the way these days and he found that he could not comfortably reach his feet in such restricting clothes.

“Hey, uh, Danny,” he addressed me. “This is embarrassing but I, uh… I can’t reach my feet in this damn suit. Do you think you could do my shoes up?”

Of course, I obliged him, perhaps over eagerly.

“I’ve really gotten big haven’t I?” Drew said wistfully. “Allie’s not happy about it. She says she’s only concerned about my health but we never have sex anymore. I think she might be cheating.”

I was stunned into awkward silence.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” he sounded bewildered.

“Don’t worry about it. And for what it’s worth I think you look great with some extra weight. It suits you actually…”

“Perhaps, but there’s no denying this suit is about to bust.”

I stood from tying his shoes and looked in his dark brown eyes. He seemed sad and kind. I wanted to kiss him.

“You’re a sweet guy, Danny,” he said and patted my hip, his hand lingering for a second longer than seemed appropriate. “I’ll see you in a few hours. Wish me luck, I’m up for an award.”

I was asleep when Drew arrived home around 1am. I was startled awake from him drunkenly stumbling through the front door. His face was red and puffy from drinking as he eagerly grinned and surveyed my supine body on the couch. In one hand he held a gold plated award and in the other he wiped sweat from his brow.

“I did it,” he grinned and hoisted up his award. “I won!”

Drew’s tie was loosened and the top several buttons on his shirt had been undone, revealing dense chest hair that curled outward. The snug vest he had left wearing was nowhere to be seen allowing his gut to hang more comfortably in the thin white fabric of his button up. It wobbled as he held up his award and I couldn’t help but stare. It looked so supple. Drew stumbled to the kitchen and began rummaging around.

“Danny, my boy. Sweet Danny. Share a drink with me will you? I’m celebrating.”

I stood and followed him to the kitchen, trying to quell my excitement as well as the growing hard on in my jeans. I leaned on the counter island and watched as he retrieved a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“How old are you? You can drink, right?”

I laughed, “I’m twenty-four.”

“Ah to be young again. I was such a looker at your age. You are too, you must get tons of girls. Or boys, or whatever… forgive me for assuming.”

“It’s alright. And I don’t get as many guys as you might expect in this town.”

Drew popped the champagne and began waxing poetic on what it means to be young and to live life to the fullest while I can.

“Have sex with all the men before you’re tied down and eat all the food before your metabolism dissipates into thin air! I never believed my father when he said I’d grow a belly like his and now now look at my fat ass, hah!” We cheersed and he continued talking. “You probably won’t be surprised to learn that vest split right up the back the second I sat down. I had to ditch it in the bathroom and pretend like nothing happened!”

I watched him as he spoke, admiring the firm puffiness of his face and exposed chest. He was so self conscious of his age and weight yet he looked absolutely beautiful from my vantage point. He looked warm and masculine, like I wanted to melt under his strong hands. He continually made references to his stomach, sometimes slapping it and jiggling it. It was clear this was a significant change that was also impacting his marriage and sex life. We finished our glasses and he poured another.

“Ah Mr. Birch, I have to drive…” I trailed off.

“Call me Drew,” he said and placed his hand on my forearm. “And you can’t leave me with this full bottle, it’ll go flat. Besides, I’ll call you a car or you can sleep here. We have plenty of beds.”

His large brown eyes wooed me into saying, not that I needed much persuading.

“You have some sturdy arms,” he said while squeezing my forearm. “You workout?”

“Uh… yeah, a few times a week.”

“You look good, don’t quit on it. I should really get back in the gym,” he said wistfully while absentmindedly squeezing his overhang.”

I patted the belly that rested so bountifully in his lap.

“Don’t hate on the thickness,” I smiled. “A lot of guys would kill to be built like you.”

“Yeah right,” he scoffed.

“I’m serious.”

We held eye contact for several moments as the air filled with sexual tension. His hand returned to my forearm and then slid further up to my biceps which he squeezed. I let my hand travel from the crest of his gut to his firm love handles.

“You’re pretty solid,” Drew purred.

“So are you,” I said and squeezed the fat at his hip.

Cautiously, he leaned forward and our lips met. I could taste the savoriness of his dinner on his lips, mixed with bitter champagne. We leaned closer and my leg brushed against his belly as we began to make out. I was instantly erect and felt slightly embarrassed until he gripped me closer and I could feel that he was just as hard. His hands explored the muscles of my back aggressively as our kissing intensified. I squeezed at one of his thighs and he responded with a grunt and pelvic thrust.

Drew pulled off my shirt and hoisted me onto the counter top. He stood and began to explore my upper body with his tongue. The sensation of his scruff against my skin drove me wild. I could feel the precum sticking to my legs as he expertly stimulated my body. This man was skilled and while I was completely in heaven I still yearned to be pinned under his freshly grown barrel of a belly.

I unbuttoned his shirt and admired his girth and body hair. He was deliciously plump and sweating from the alcohol and food and sexual tension. I ran my hands through the hair on his belly and noticed the smallest red stretch marks, two on each side of his belly button, their indentations subtle but significant. I traced my fingers over them and down around his meaty underbelly.

“You like this gorilla belly, huh?” His hooded eyes had transformed from sadness and insecurity into a confident hungry glare. “Let’s get to the bedroom.”

It was strange laying on Allie’s bed, her belongings still on the nightstand. A photo of the couple hung on the wall and watched over us as we removed the rest of our clothes, our cocks throbbing and wet. Mine was a bit bigger, perhaps only because of the fat pad growing around his, which seemed to surprise and entice him. He sucked my cock briefly before flipping me on my back, my ass jiggling in his face.

“Fuck,” he muttered and slapped my right cheek.

He grabbed both cheeks with a strong grip and wobbled them. He must’ve been pleased because for several moments he simply stared and played with my ass before spreading me open and diving in. By the time his tongue was inside of me I was beyond turned on. I didn’t even touch my cock because I was afraid I would blow at any moment. All I wanted was for Drew Birch to be inside of me.

After wetting my hole significantly with his tongue, he asked if he could break out the lube. I nodded with a higher level of desperation than I would’ve liked to let on. After lubing me up he began to insert himself with a surprising level of gentleness for a straight man. Had he done this before? I could barely entertain this thought before he was fully inside of me and I was completely absorbed with pleasure.

In doggy style, he slowly and sensually began to pump into me. The fullness of his belly rested on my lower back as he hunched over me. His gut was heavy and warm, soft with fur but threatening to crush me if he were to lose his footing. I backed up as far against him as I could hungry for more. He gripped and slapped at my ass, rubbed my back and shoulders, and seemed completely transfixed by having a masculine body underneath him.

As he began hitting my prostate I couldn’t help but moan like a bitch. The entire experience was overwhelming and I felt like I could orgasm at any moment. After only a few minutes he was building momentum and then abruptly stopped.

“I’m so close,” he gasped.

“Me too,” I could barely form words.

“I want to see your face when I come,” he flipped me into missionary.

Holding my legs back, his strong gelatinous belly hung before my eyes and bounced heavily as he thrust into me. I could tell his stamina was low and the weight of his gut was wearing on him. I reached under him to yank at his balls and like a light switch he was once again on the verge of orgasm. I thrust myself into him and gripped a handful of supple belly fat. This was too much for him and he bent over so that his fat completely encumbered me. His belly oozed over mine, pinning me down while he thrust into me.

I gripped my cock underneath his weight and instantly began to shoot buckets of come between our torsos. His eyes widened and a few seconds later he was unleashing his load. He watched my face as he filled me with jizz, his body fat quivering with intensity and dripping sweat onto me.

He collapsed to my side as his come dripped out of my ass and onto his wife’s bedlinen. Both of us were speechless, our bodies numb and still trembling. As life slowly returned to me I rolled over and cuddled up next to his comfy padded body. His new curves and rolls were still bright red and hot to the touch from the intense activity. With great affection, my hand gently massaged his gut. I couldn’t believe this had happened and I hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Drew wrapped his arm around me lovingly and caressed my biceps.

“You’ve really done a number on me, Danny. Wow.”

“I hope that’s a good thing?”

“It’s a good thing… I just, wow…”

Apprehension settled over me. I did not want to be a homewrecker. But I wanted Drew. I wanted every last juicy part of him.

“Why don’t we order a pizza?” Drew said and kissed me on the forehead.