Lardfill story ideas part 12

Lard

He was full of it, jiggling and swaying heavily with so much of it that Frank's mouth watered at the sight of it.   The young man had be be close to six hundred pounds of very soft lard, and he was a true vision of gluttony as he waddled out of the supermarket with his fat fingers already tearing into a bag of candy from his over-loaded cart.   Frank had followed him around the entire store, watching every ounce of the blubber dance and jiggle with every tired, laborous step.   The young man's belly had been hanging out the entire time as he leaned on his cart, clumsily tossing boxes and bags of junk food into his cart.   He seemed focused and determined to get in and out of the store as quickly as possible, and Frank knew his swollen ankles and knees must have been getting more and more sore with every small step he took.    Now he was hobbling to his car, eating handfuls of colorful chocolate candies with one hand and digging in his low-hanging light grey sweatpants pocket for his car keys with the other, sweating and panting as he waddled.

Frank followed from a safe distance and watched as people in the parking lot reacted the way they had in the store - a varied range of laughs, shock, pity, and disgust.  The poor young man must hate going out in that circus everytime he wanted to stuff his fat face, and Frank knew this must be a weekly venture.   His clothes were long outgrown and must have been the only things left that he owned that still technically fit.   Frank's erection was blocked by his one shopping bag - he had bailed on doing his own grocery shopping to make sure he could slip through the busy check out lines quickly.  He was not going to miss his chance to follow this hog. 

The blob got to his car, an old minivan with the seats removed in the back, and quickly began placing the bags in the back through the large sliding door.   He filled the doorway with his body, and his enormous aasscrack was becoming more uncovered every time he bent over.   The soft pale skin of his massive bum was beautiful, and Frank had to restrain himself from simply walking over and sliding his cock in that deep crack.   He was sure his cock was wet with pre-cum and knew it would just slide in with ease as all that soft fat would love to swallow up his long, slightly curved cock.    He pictured his moans with his pig mouth full of chocolates, his resistance at first and then his submission as he realized how much he wants it.    Frank hopped into his own car and waited, instead.    He had to control himself better, but seeing a sight as perfect as this was certainly testing.   

When he was done loading the groceries into his van, he pushed the cart into the cart corral that he parked right next to and lumbered over to the driver side door.   Frank got a good look at his red, sweating face for the first time and fell in love with his boyish looks that had the slightest bit of facial hair that just seemed to excentuate how fat his face was.   He was handsome, even if other people didn't see it anymore, but there was a very attractive face buried in all that fat.   Frank had a knack for seeing an obese person's thin frame hiding deep in all the blubber, and this was guy who was probably a jock at some point who had recently let go entirely.   He had a confidence to his waddle, but a former confidence... he had the swagger of an athlete like a football player or a wrestler, but he was partly shy about his size.    Frank was nearly to the point of cumming just imagining up this fat slob's life story...  picturing him as a linebacker who stopped playing after graduating, but couldn't turn off the heavy eating that his training had created.

To Frank's delight, the fat boy pulled up his huge but tiny sweatshirt that matched his sweatpants and wiped his face clean of sweat.   The warm weather was probably torture when his only clothes were so insulating, Frank thought on the verge of cumming when he got a good look at the boy's giant fat chest, big nipples, flabby underarms and enormous belly.   Stretchmarks covered it all.   This pig was a hungry, greedy ball of fat, and Frank started his engine, fully prepared to step things up to the next level.   

He followed the van as it to four different fast food places.   Frank would pull in and wait in the parking lot as he watched each place hand him multiple bags of greasy food.   Fried chicken, and three different burger places.   Frank wanted to cum so badly but restrained himself.   He needed to focus and plan, not get sloppy.   

The pig drove home, stuffing his face with hot fast food.   Frank followed and was surprised to find that the pig lived outside of town nearly ten minutes on a tiny property at a rural intersection.   It was a cottage, basically.   One story, half the size of a mobile home, probably a tiny bedroom and living space with a bathroom.   The lawn wasn't mowed, and the place didn't even look lived in.   Frank had to loop back around on the road and find a spot to watch that was just out of sight, so he parked the car in a little lane that was used by farm equipment for entering the many fields around the area.   The fat pig had gathered his ten bags of fast food and was waddling into the house, leaving the van door open part way after grabbing a bottle of pop from the back of the van.   Frank saw an opportunity.

While the pig feasted on his fast food inside, Frank casually walked up the driveway and hide behind the van, sliding open the side door silently and inspecting the insides of the van.   It was a wasteland of fast food and junk food wrappers.   It smelled like stale ketchup and beef fat.   Frank thought it was an extoxicating aroma, he could smell the pig's recent addition of sweat, deodorant and food.   He looked in the front seat and saw his wallet laying on the dash and quickly snatched it to look at the driver's license.    

Frank laughed to himself as the driver's license picture confirmed his thoughts - this was a jock a few years ago.   He looked strong and beefy, but no where near being the massive blob he was today.   His name was Wade and he looked about 300lbs from the ID photo, which was issued just three years ago.   Wade was twenty one years old and had already doubled his weight since graduating.  He was perfect.

Frank stayed around after Wade had finished being a pig with his fast food and watched from a safe distance as the giant slob wandered out to retrieve his groceries with no shirt on and his big belly swollen up huge with the ridiculously sized meal he'd just packed into it.   Frank watched with a big grin as Wade brought a wheelbarrow out to the van, loading it up, and then wheeling the whole thing right into the house.    Wade was lazy.   He was incredibly lazy and it was what made Frank continue watching - and at night, he knew he could get a good view through the windows of the pig's tiny house.

It was a moonless, cloudy night.   Pitch black.   Perfect.    

Frank watched through the glass as the obese boy laid out naked on a mattress on the floor in the living room, bathed in the blue glow of the television.  He was surrounded by food - bags of chips, pretzels, dips and big bowls of nacho cheese, a plate with big pieces of cheese on them that he would simply take big bites from, a big bag of honey roasted peanuts, a jar of peanut butter, boxes of crackers, a cake... he was literally surrounded by food.   HE even had the fridge moved out from the kitchen and next to his mattress so he could easily lean over, grab a bottle of pop, milk, or beer without having to get up.     

He was naked, but nothing was showing.  The boy's penis was long buried in soft, silky fat.   It was probably an issue for him now, Frank thought.    He pictured himself pushing all that lard back, and locking his lips around the tiny little dick and suck like mad until he tasted the pig and made him happy.    He wanted to go in the house and make his stand.   He just wanted to see him be sexual, and get a glimpse into what this butterball would find attractive.   He hoped Wade was gay, but he could work with him even if he wasn't.   Someone this fat was obviously eating to escape something, and hopefully this jock was eating to bury his sexual urges.

Sure enough, at 3AM, Frank's patience paid off.    Wade had eaten for hours and napped once, and now he was awake and on the internet.   The laptop lit up only Wade's fat face and tits as he laid alone in the now-dark house.    Frank changed windows and found one that allowed just a little glimpse of the screen - and it was a video of a muscular black man with an enormous cock buttfucking a muscular white guy.   He then watched a a video of a man cumming on food.   It was all Frank needed.

Wade was just starting surfing for porn on the internet when he heard the back door open and close.   Before he knew what was happening, an older but very in-shape man was standing naked in front of him with a throbbing erection.    He was looking at Wade with a look that was intense and aggressive, and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.   Fear took over his mind, but the sight of such a thick, long penis pointing at him was the only thing that Wade could focus on.   The man had abs, a powerful chest, thick neck, strong arms and legs, but his big balls and banana-like cock were hypnotizing.   Wade couldn't even think of what to say.

"Do you want to have some fun, Piggy?" Frank said without a smile.   

Wade didn't say anything.  He felt his eyes watering up.  He wasn't sure what to think what would happen next.    He feared for his life, but he also felt his tiny dick stiffen deep in his fat.    

"I want you, Fat Boy," Frank said through clentched teeth as he began strocking his big cock.  "I want you so bad."

Wade was speechless.  

"I love watching you eat and be so fucking fat,"  Frank said, slapping Wade in the fat face with his cock playfully as he stroked.   "I want you as my pig, Pig."

Wade moaned out loud when the cock slapped his cheek.   He pinched his own arm discreetly, sure that he was dreaming this.  There was no way this man was standing in front of him with such an amazing body and cock, saying that he wanted him.

"Do you want me?" Frank asked seriously.

"Yes," Wade said meekly, his voice barely audible.   He was focused on the banana cock bouncing in front of him.    

"Are you sure you want me, fatty?   I'm going to make sure you keep growing, because you'll be my piggy and I fatten piggies,"  Frank said calmly, slapping Wade lightly again with his cock.    Wade's mouth opened automatically with the hopes of catching the big mushroom head in his hungry mouth.   Frank slapped him hard with his cock and added sternly,  "Answer me, you fat pig!"

"Yes.   I want it," Wade said, not really paying attention to anything but the perfect cock that kept slapping his face.

"Are you really sure?  You really want to get enormously obese for me, Piggy?"  Frank asked again.

"Uh huh..." Wade said, still not listening.

"Good boy,"  Frank said calmly before