Airport Chub: Chapter 3

The image of that curvy couple didn’t leave my head the whole two weeks I was staying with family. They served as inspiration to continually stuff myself to max capacity. Whenever I was full I conjured the memory of the pup and his keeper inhaling massive bites of burrito and washing it down with frothy drinks from Starbucks. This kept me eating nonstop.

Growing up, I was always on the leaner side without much of an appetite to speak of. Sure, I’d wanted to gain weight, hell I jerked off to the idea of it nearly every night, but it wasn’t so easy with a fast metabolism and living with my parents.Once I moved out I had more control over my diet but it wasn’t until the last year or so when my metabolism slowed down enough that I was finally able to start gaining weight.

I hadn’t seen my family in about ten months and during those ten months I had been eating big. It may not sound like a lot, but I packed on a solid fifteen pounds of pure pudge. This was significant for me, especially on my shorter frame. My thighs had filled out, my ass had a nice round curve, and my belly was getting paunchy. In fact, it was paunchy enough that it pressed out against most of my shirts and was on the verge of outgrowing my favorite pair of jeans.

When I arrived home with my new fuller figure I received mostly compliments about looking “healthier” or what have you, but I don’t think they were prepared to see my appetite in action. I ate beyond capacity at every meal, taking full advantage of all the free food. Christmas dinner was particularly a pig show. I went three rounds on the main course and packed away so many desserts I lost count. I basically ate the entire day and into the night, my stomach growing obscenely swollen. At that point, my father said: “You’ve really put on an appetite there. Watch it or you’ll get fat.” I hoped that was a promise rather than a warning.

After two weeks at home I had gained another ten pounds, which was truly remarkable. I’d never grown so fast in my life. Sure, I could button my pants, but were they comfortable? Hell no. For the flight home I fastened them closed with a rubber band to allow some give. I also wore my tightest knit sweater that barely covered the freshly expanded wad of fat dripping over the waistband of my pants. I wanted everyone to see what holiday eating could do to a young guy. I wanted to be on display like that overstuffed couple I saw on the flight in.

As I walked through the airport, my thighs rubbing together, my shoulders back, and my gut proudly forward, I found a burrito spot where I got in line. I ordered a big one with all the fixings, and then stopped at starbucks for a couple pastries and a venti drink that was all cream and sugar. Back at my gate I dug into my mini-feast, savoring every bite like a true glutton. My stomach stretched outward beneath the layer of fat that encased it. Full and content I leaned back dramatically to stretch, knowing full well that the skin of my belly would slip out from my sweater tempting curious eyes.

As I boarded the plane the contents of my stomach sloshed with each step. With a full belly I was ready for a long nap.  I planned on ordering a pizza when I arrived home and passing out immediately after consuming it. As I slowly shuffled into the plane as part of a long line of passengers I noticed something. Were my eyes deceiving me? As I got closer to my assigned seat I realized it was true. The couple I had spotted on the flight in had once again appeared. In fact, they were sitting in the aisle directly across from mine. My heart skipped a beat.

It looked as though both men had, like myself, been eating quite well over the holidays. The pup was still wearing his worn-in hoodie, only this time he didn’t have it zipped up. His rounded out gut was clad in a thermal shirt that clung to his curvature. I wagered he had about ten or fifteen pounds on me. His partner on the other hand, looked absolutely bloated and spherical. He breathed heavily while eyeing me up and down.

With a stroke of genius, I hoisted my duffle above where they were sitting so that my belly was in the younger one’s face. As I lifted the luggage over my head I knew that my stomach would flop out for some fresh air in the same manner that the young cub’s did on the flight in. I could feel the cold airplane vents bristle the happy trail leading from my fattened paunch down to my cock that was stiffening by the second. I shoved in my bag and shuffled into the aisle seat.

When I sat down they were both staring in my direction.