Close Encounter

This was only my second experience meeting up with someone from Grommr and I didn’t know entirely what to expect. The first time I met someone from the app it was incredibly awkward and didn’t go exactly as planned. It turned out the other guy was into kinkier stuff than myself and we simply weren’t on the same page. For this reason, I tried to keep my expectations low this time around.

I was meeting Smith at a local pizzeria. We chose three o’clock because it was an odd time where it would be less likely for other people to be there. Smith was thirty years old, so he had a good seven years on me. At six foot he was a stocky 230 pounds. From what I could tell by looking at his profile pictures, he seemed like your average thirty year old whose metabolism slowed down enough that he packed on around forty pounds of extra weight.

Most of it hung in his doughy midsection. He was probably fairly fit with broad shoulders and a flat stomach in his youth, with the new fat primarily accumulating in his middle. He rocked the “dadbod” look of an average joe with a swelling beer gut. Still, his arms, legs, and ass were meaty too. I suspected those areas to have a base of solid muscle supporting his recent chub. To top it off he was a fairly hairy guy with a fuzzy belly, impressive chest hair, and dense scruff. Overall, he gave the impression of a “guys guy.”

After we had chatted for a bit he unlocked his photos, which really drove me wild. His nudes were even better than his shirtless pictures. His dick was large and uncut, framed by low hanging balls. The tip of his cock pressed into his squishy underbelly when erect. Of particular prominence was his fat pad, which was pretty big in comparison to his gut and protruded nearly as much as his underbelly. I was salivating over the fluffy roundness of it as well as a few bright red stretch marks across the sides. This was surprising to me because, at least from what I could tell, he didn’t have stretch marks anywhere else on his body.

Naturally, I jerked off to his photos. There was a particular one that always made me come. In the photo, he stood in his bathroom with the phone resting on the counter. In his right arm he cupped his belly making it appear larger as it softly spilled over his hairy forearm. In his left hand he gripped his erect cock, but his fat pad was so thick that his thumb was completely lost under it. Needless to say, these images floated through my mind as I waited outside the pizzeria for Smith to arrive.

From a distance, I saw him park his car and head over. He wore a black coat and jeans that lent him a slimmer appearance than I imagined, disappointingly. As he got closer I could catch glimpses of his belly in a white tee underneath the coat. I also sensed a nervous energy from him and was relieved I wasn’t the only one.

“Will?” He said.

“Yeah, nice to meet you,” I replied and we awkwardly hugged.

As we embraced I could feel the dense girth of his stomach press against mine. It felt heavy and solid against my waist, causing my cock to quiver with anticipation. As we stepped back I looked southward towards his belly but couldn’t see much as the coat occluded his roundness.

Over message we had agreed that I would order him a large pizza, eat only one slice, and watch him eat the rest. So, we went inside, ordered the pizza, and found a table. Luckily, the place was almost empty outside of one other couple. Before he sat down, he removed his coat and I got to see just how big he actually was.

To my delight he was in fact bigger than I imagined. His white shirt was so comically small that I almost wanted to laugh despite being aroused. A good three inches of his belly was exposed to the air and it was quite clear no amount of tugging could make that shirt fully cover him. It looked as though it were a relic from his college days that he had fished out from the back of his wardrobe. The shirt itself was skin tight and so threadbare that I could not only see his exposed underbelly, but every ripple and curve of fat that composed his body. I could even make out his nipples and dark body hair from behind the nearly sheer fabric. He might as well have been naked.

Nervous but horny I said, “I don’t think that shirt has fit you for about twenty pounds.”

“Barely anything fits anymore,” Smith replied, “but I thought you might like this one best.”

“I do like it, but I think it should be even more snug. I’ll get you some of those cookies while we wait.”

I got three of the pizzeria’s extra large cookies and watched as Smith devoured them. At first we made awkward small talk that eventually evolved into how long Smith had been gaining, what he likes about the weight, and other gainer related things. My suspicions were confirmed that he had been a fit guy most of his life. About a year ago the first twenty pounds snuck up on him out of nowhere as his metabolism slowed. He found that he enjoyed the weight and after a conversation with a Grindr hookup he discovered the gainer community. Since then he began eating to his heart’s content as the weight piled on with ease.

He asked if I ever wanted to gain, mentioning that I could stand to put on a few just so that I’m less bony. I was unsure how to take this. I sometimes thought about gaining weight myself, but it seemed easier to find other chubby guys. I replied that I felt indifferent about gaining myself, and steered the conversation back to him.

Once the pizza arrived conversation died down a bit while I watched him fold slices in half and consume them in only four bites. He was definitely showing off, but it was undeniable that this man was an eating machine with a hearty appetite. He wasn’t inhaling the pizza solely for our shared kink, he was enjoying the food. I was still working on my one slice when he was on his third. By the time I finished my one he was starting his fifth and the pizza was almost gone. This was clearly too easy for him so I ordered another pizza for the table. The old man at the register seemed shocked when I asked for another round.

By the time Smith was on the second pizza he was starting to look noticeably bloated in the face and belly. His pace also slowed down a bit and he began rubbing his gut and softly grunting as he ate. It was getting difficult for him to make room. Halfway through his second pizza he was beginning to sweat and get sloppy. The white shirt was collecting marinara stains as pools of sweat grew around his pits. With each greedy bite his belly swelled further outward from his waist, his shirt riding up inch after inch. He looked obscenely piggish. After polishing off the last slice he let out a burp and gripped his belly.

“Why don’t we uh, head to the bathroom and assess the damage?” he said.

As he struggled to stand from his chair I was shocked by just how swollen he had become. The three inches that hung out of his shirt had swelled to at least five or six. His skin was flushing red from the intensity of his gluttony. As he walked belly forward to the bathroom I admired how his love handles wobbled with each step and the manner in which his jeans cinched them at the base. I was fighting back a boner as the few people in the restaurant stared at Smith with shock and disgust. Once inside the single occupancy bathroom I locked the door and we faced each other.

Smith stepped forward until his belly had me pressed against the wall. It felt uncomfortably swollen yet still soft with pudge. I gripped his firm love handles and pushed him back a bit so that I could peel the pointless T-shirt squeezing his body. He felt warm and slick with sweat, smelling of garlic and red sauce. As I lifted the shirt over his head I got a glimpse of soft white stretch marks by his pits as I breathed in his heavy musk.

I slapped his stuffed gut and watched it wobble, then slipped behind him so I could grip it with both hands. I was dripping with desire after grabbing two overflowing handfuls of his meaty gut and wobbling it around. For several minutes I sensually massaged the hairy adipose encasing his midsection, occasionally slapping it and admiring the reverberation. Everytime I did so he let out a soft moan and we both got harder.

When I finally reached lower to undo his pants I found they were already unbuttoned. The fat slob couldn’t even close the button on his jeans. I unzipped the crotch and pulled down the denim to discover he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His solid cock sprung free and slapped against his stuffed belly with a smack. Precum oozed from the tip and I licked my lips in anticipation.

I began by placing my mouth first on his fleshy pec, flicking it gently with my tongue. The dense fur tickled my face as his nipple grew harder. I then moved lower. My mouth traversed his body from the crease under his chest, to the crest of his gut, and down his fuzzy happy trail to the soft skin of his underbelly. Once there I lingered, gripping his cock tightly in my hand to move it out of my way. His warm prick pulsated under my fingers but I refused to stroke it. I devoted my full attention to the soft skin bulging with fat at his waistline.

He tried to push my head lower to suck him off but I refused. I was going to enjoy every inch of his underbelly and fat pad first. I pushed his belly up and dug my face deep into the crease between his gut and fat pad, caressing it with my tongue and breathing in his sweat. I explored its full diameter before moving inches lower to his plump fat pad. His pubic hair was trimmed short revealing his burning stretch marks. I took a mouthful, rubbery and dense with fat, and pressed my face into his plush chub hanging above. I luxuriated there for a while before finally moving to his cock.

I first licked the precum from the tip and slowly peeled back his foreskin. I licked and sucked the sides of his shaft before taking the whole thing in my mouth, at which point he groaned so loudly that I thought he was about to come. As my pace increased he began to thrust into my mouth. His motions became more frantic the closer he got to orgasm, causing his belly to smash into my face with each forward movement. I relished the manner in which his furry fat completely  encumbered my senses as I stroked myself through my pants.

Buckets of sweat descended from his pores making his body slick to the touch. I struggled to keep my grip on any one part of him as he was so curvaceous, slippery, and round. My face became coated in his musk as he finally neared orgasm. His legs trembled from the intensity of his load, causing his thigh fat to jiggle wildly with the tremendous pressure of his orgasm. I deep throated his cock, my nose and eyes buried deep in his bulging fat pad, as he pumped loads of come down my throat. Simultaneously I began to come, my pants getting soaked from the orgasm.

After finishing, we stared at each other for a moment in silence. It was clear we both felt satisfied and full, him of pizza and myself with jizz. In silence, Smith struggled to pull his shirt down over his wet and bulging body. It had transformed into a veritable crop top, now completely see through with sweat. I didn’t even bother cleaning the load out of my pants.

As though nothing had happened, we casually walked out of the bathroom. Completely drenched in sweat and come and grease, we exited the pizzeria as patrons and employees watched with utter shock.