Ex-jock-turned-monster

After returning from some traveling, the big guy has been a food-annihilating homebody for the last 2 weeks. He hasn’t gone out once. He just has been sleeping in an extra few hours, ordering uber eats 3 times a day, and making me run out and buy DOUBLE groceries. I do my best to take care of him, meet his needs, and make sure he’s comfortable.

I came back to the apartment yesterday to the sound of a deep belch from the kitchen. My hands were full of grocery bags and a few burgers from Shake Shack. Everything for him. When I walked into the kitchen his back was to me as he was raiding the freezer, finishing off the last of the ice cream I had bought the day before. I immediate took note of how big his fat ass had grown, and how monumentally thick and muscly his thighs were…his workouts have been thickening him up almost as much as the food. He turned around towards me, tossing the empty ice cream container. His side profile was wide and menacing. Daddy looked angry. He lifted his tight shirt and out came his belly. Big, white, and smooth, with hair around and under his belly button. His belly looked soft yet firm to his touch. I watched as his powerful hands slowly glided over his terrain. I could hear his stomach grumbling, churning up all that food into fat. Making him bigger right in front of me. He stared me down and continued rubbing his belly. I used the grocery bags to hide my rapidly growing and throbbing boner…I could see from the opened fridge and freezer that he had cleared us out in a matter of hours. I arrived with the goods just in time.

“Look at me bud.” His eyes moved down to his belly and we both gazed at it as he continued stroking it with his big veiny hands. “I’m literally starving…URRRP! You need to be quicker when you restock.” He then took two wobbly steps towards me. His belly jiggled and his fat rippled. Being much smaller than him, I looked up at his stern face. His belly was nearly touching my chest as he looked down at me. He snatched the grocery bags from me, put them on the counter and started shuffling through them.

I started to timidly say, “um…one of those box of cookies is mine but all the rest is yours…” as I was saying this, the first thing he happened to whip out of one of the bags was my box of cookies. He aggressively opened the box and started shoving them into his face 3 at a time.

“Hey dude! Not cool! Those are mine. The rest is yours.”

But before I could do anything about it, he put one large hand on my shoulder and squeezed it tight. It hurt…but I kinda loved it. He then grabbed a gallon of milk, looked down at me, and said “it’s what it is bud.” He then threw his neck back and began chugging the milk. Hard. Big gulps. I could hear it going down his throat and chest. The gallon was emptying fast. And then I felt a press against my torso. It was his belly. It was growing. Bloating up. Getting bigger. It was throbbing, pumping up like a water balloon. His hairy belly button pressed deeper into my chest. His big hand squeezed my shoulder tighter, he cocked his head back further, he chugged faster, and his belly grew even bigger. My breathing deepened and my heart began jumping to the moon. I used my hands to cover my throbbing wet dick. He finished off the milk in about 30 seconds. He was bigger than ever. His stomach gurgled and he delivered a low belch above me. He then released my shoulder, gave me a chummy pat on the chest and said “thanks man *hic*…” he then shuffled away, belly jiggling, and proceeded to eat up the rest of the groceries I had just bought…..