Quitting Time

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I worked in a fast food joint, nothing too extravagant, but it paid well. I had been here for over a year and was growing tired of the same thing day in and day out. My boss was getting on my nerves, and my coworkers more so.

The only reason I stayed was because of this one guy who came in five times a week. He was a slim daddy type, lean with gray hair and beard. I think he was a trucker because he always wore the same type of work jeans, rugged shirts, and the same white and red hat. He also had a slight gut the bulged over his waistline.

He'd always come in just before closing and pay for the biggest thing on the menu chow on. I'd catch a glimpse of him giving his gut a satisfied pat and rub it as he left. Every week I'd swear that he was gaining weight, that his gut looked just slightly bigger than the week before. I often jerked off at home to the thoughts of making him bigger. I thought he was just a guy that enjoyed food, until the day that I saw his profile on grommr, he had labeled himself a gainer and bloater, and he was online. My heart was racing and I couldn't help it. I sent him a message.

Me: "Hey, I recognize you. You come into Flappers all the time. I work there. I'm Tyson."

Within minutes he replied.

Him: "Hey there Tyson. I'm Wade. You got me. I love Flappers. The food is very high in calories, so it's great for gaining. But I'll admit, I don't keep going back for the food."

Me: "Oh? Then why do you if it's not for the food?"

Him: "I like seeing you😅. You're a handsome guy. When I finish up I go back to my truck and imagine you had fed it all to me."

Me: "I'm flattered. I'll admit as well that I often jerk off thinking about feeding you and making you grow."

Him: "Hmm, perhaps we should meet up sometime and have some fun. I'll happily let you rub this old man's belly."

Me: "I'd like that very much."

I paused, an idea forming in my head. I was planning to quit soon anyway. Why not take advantage of it?

Me: "Tell you what. Tomorrow is trash night. At the end of the night we throw out all the food that is going to be outdated by the next morning. It's not that it's bad, we just don't keep anything after 10 days. But it's all still good, and it's a complete waste of food. Why don't you come in close to closing and I'll give it all to you. I'm usually the only closer. You could eat all you want."

Him: "Oh boy! Sounds like a dream come true. I often pump my gut full of air during my free time, so I have a big capacity. But what about cameras? As much as I enjoy someone watching me eat, I don't want to get you in trouble."

Me: "Psh, don't worry. I've been here for over a year, and have done far riskier things than letting a guy eat our throwaways.No one EVER checks the cameras. It'll be fine. Besides, I was planning to quit soon anyway."

Him: "Hmmm, it's very tempting indeed. As long as you think you'll be okay. Sure, why the hell not? I'll see you tomorrow night handsome."

Me: "Awesome, I'll see you then."

We chatted for a little bit longer about his wanting to grow big gut, and my interest in making a guy bigger. We found we had many similar interests, though with different perspectives, Him the gainer and Me the feeder. But eventually we had to go to bed, and I had to jerk out my excitement before eventually falling asleep.

The next day, throughout my entire shift, I couldn't stop smiling. I was working with such a better mood than I had had in such a long time. Everyone could tell the difference and asked what was different about me. I simply said that I met someone who makes me smile. They were all happy for me, but conversations didn't go beyond that.

When it finally came time to prepare for closing, I was of course the last one on shift as usual. I said side the food that was set to be thrown out and put it all into "To go" containers, then began washing the dishes. When the door chimed, my smile widened.

I made my way out to the lobby where I greeted my handsome trucker friend. He was wearing his typical outfit, but this time had a buttoned up plaid shirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulders. A few of the top buttons were undone, showing off his hairy chest and the white hint of a wife beater underneath. The shirt itself looked to be a few sizes too big for him, and hanged loosely on his person. But I didn't say anything about it.

We shared a hug, he was a few inches taller than me, which I found rather enjoyable. Afterwards he pushed his gut into me with a smirk. "You ready to fill this belly, boy?"

"You bet I am, big guy." I said as I got him seated at one of the bigger tables. "I bring you out a few things to start, it's still warm and ready for you. I just need to finish the dishes before I can come out here with you. I expect you to keep eating during all that time."

"Mmm," he growled with anticipation, his fingers drumming on the curve of his paunch. "You can trust I will. Gotta make my boy proud."

"That's what I like to hear," I said with a smile. I rushed to the back and brought out the first 5 boxes. Each was full of a variety of beef, pork, chicken, steak, rice, and noodles. His eyes widened when I opened the boxes and showed that they were packed full.

"Damn, that's a lot of food being thrown out. But is that all?" He smirked. "I told you I have a big capacity."

"That's just five of the many boxes in the back." I shrugged. "I'll bring out more throughout my closing."

"Good," he leaned back and rubbed his gut. "Because this gut is going be huge by the time I leave."

"Trust me, it will be." I gave another smile before I rushed to the back and began washing dishes.

Throughout my washing I would glance out to watch him eat a bit. When I saw his glass of soda was empty, or he was on the last box of food, I'd grab him a refill and bring out a few more boxes of food.

Believe me when I tell you that he wasn't kidding about his capacity. He was on his 8th container of food, and 8th soda, and I was still had several more in the back. His gut had swollen beyond my amazement, rounding out and pushing into his lap. He had gone from having a handful of extra flab on his middle, to looking like he had swallowed a pumpkin. His shirt even looked to be fitting him properly. I couldn't believe it. The food I had brought him was enough to feed 12 people, and he was putting it away rapidly, and wasn't showing signs of stopping.

"Damn, you weren't kidding," I said as I leaned down and gave his gut a rub. It full but still had some give to it. "You look like you're carrying a child in that gut."

His reply was, "UUUUURRRRP! Just keep the food coming, boy. You haven't seen anything yet."

I couldn't help it. I leaned in and planted a big kiss on his greasy lips. He didn't hesitate to begin kissing me back, his through gray beard tickling my nose as our tongues danced together, my hand rubbing around his gut all the while. When we eventually parted my cock was throbbing in my pants, I could feel that I was already dripping precum.

"Damn boy, you're a great kisser. Got this is man hard as a rock." He said as he reached under his gut and adjusted himself. He then spotted the bulge in my jeans and smiled as he wrapped his fingers around it and rubbed a little. "Looks like you are enjoying yourself just as much as I am. That's good. Now why don't you get the big papa bear another refill and more food."

"Happily," I said before kissing him again. "I'm going to make you massive, Wade." He just growled with anticipation.

I continued to rush about, grabbing him refills and more food, while washing dishes. I even brought him out some bread to dip into the soup, knowing that the bread and rice would expand inside his hungry gut and give him a nice big bloat.

His gut kept growing. Having been eating nothing but steak, pork, beef, chicken, rice, noodles, meatballs, bread, an assortment of soups, beans, veggies, and mashed potatoes and gravy. His gut had expanded to make him look as though he were full term with twins growing inside his belly. His shirt has reached the point of being a size or two too small for him by this point. Buttons stretching, leaving gaps to see his white undershirt and exposed hairy flesh on the bottom of his gut. His tank had swelled far enough into his lap that it reached half way down his thighs. I couldn't believe how much he could pack away.

When I finally finished dishes and came out to the lobby with more boxes of food, he was working on his 18th box. He had turned sideways, so his belly could keep expanding without pushing the table away. I got full view of his round swollen gut, buttons were stretched beyond belief, holding on for dear life. He was groaning and rubbing his gut in big circles with his head lulled back, releasing massive burps every few seconds. I set the containers down on the table, his gut was so close to reaching his knees.

I stood behind him, using one hand to scratch through his beard, while my other hand rubbed his bulging swollen gut. This was a hot view, I couldn't even see his knees from this angle. I kissed his forehead. "You okay big guy?"

He nodded his head. "UUUURRRRRRRP! I've never... eaten this much... before. BrwOORP! I'm so full. UUURRP!"

"Now? You haven't even popped any buttons yet." I moved around and knelt in front of him. I pressed my face against his gut, rubbing my fingers between the straining buttons to touch his exposed flesh. This only made him groan moan and release another massive belch. "Come on, just a little more. For me? You've still got plenty of lap left."

I rubbed my hands across his knees. I then moved one hand up his thigh, pushing under his warm straining gut, until I found what I was looking for. His cock was rock hard and constrained inside his jeans. I could feel the massive wet spot he had created. He moaned as I continued rubbing his cock through his jeans. He reached over and grabbed a slice of bread and began eating it slowly while taking deep breaths.

"That's it," I said with a smile as I rubbed my face against his gut some more. I could hear the fabric of his shirt straining and stretching. The buttons wanted to give so badly, and I wanted it to happen. I stood and stepped behind him. I grabbed a tray of food and held it help to his nose as I whispered in his ear. "Beef noodles with fattening creamy chowder sauce. I made it myself. Surely you can eat more. For me? Those buttons are about to go. Psh yourself for me. Make those buttons pop."

He hesitated, looking down at the tray of food in his face, a hand roaming over his gut. It only lasted a moment, and that was all he needed to convince himself. He took the tray from me and began using his hands to shovel the food into his mouth, feeding his hunger to grow, to expand. I grabbed another tray, fried rice, and began shoveling it into his mouth as well. Soon he let his arms drop and rubbed his gut, smearing cream sauce all over his shirt, while I shoved food down his gullet.

Within moments it was as if we shared the same unspoken language. I'd shovel food into his mouth, and he chew and swallow as fast as he could. When he'd pause and give and nod of his head I would reach over and give him a drink of his soda. This only went on for three boxes of food before he stopped opening his mouth and clenched his eyes shut.

His moans of pleasure became groans of pain, growing louder and louder until POW-POW-POW-POW-POW! The front his shirt burst open as the five buttons holding his shirt together snapped and shot about the lobby, clacking and snapping as they went. No longer restrained, his gut surged into the new available space. With his buttons gone his gut now reached my only to his knees, but past them by a good two or three inches. This also gave me full view of his massive hairy gut, his white tank top having risen above his navel by at least a foot and had stretched tight. His gut was extremely hairy, and I could only imagine that with how much he had swelled and remained this hairy, how hairy was he without being this big.

I leaned down and rested my face on its furry surface. Wade looked to be nearly in a food coma as he just eyed me with satisfaction. I kissed his swollen gut as I buried my middle finger into his deep navel. This caused Wade to gasp and convulse. I was worried at first, until I heard the sound of dripping. I looked underneath him and smiled when I saw he had been so turned on that my finger in his haven had driven him over the edge. He belched as he came and came. His thick creamy spunk seeped through his jeans and dripped to the floor, making a large puddle the size of my hand.

When he calmed down he gave me a weak smile. "That was amazing boy. UUUURRRRRPPP!"

It was tricky, but I managed to help him stand. His gut swayed, looking like an exercise ball hanging off his middle. It was amazing, like something out of a dream. It looked so disproportionate to his lean figure. A massive hairy sphere sticking out a good three feet off his person.

I did a quick clean up before helping him to his truck. It was difficult to get him through both doors, but we managed to do so, with a few belches being forced out of him. Now his gut was wedged behind his steering wheel. He thanked me and was about to drive away before I stopped him.

"No, you're not going anywhere." I said as I scribbled a note down and handed it to him. "You're mine now. This is my address. Follow me home. You still have food left to eat, and I plan to plow that gut and ass all night long."

"Yours huh?" His smile widened and he growled in anticipation. He put a hand on the back of my head and looked me in the eyes. "I like the sound of that."

He pulled me in for another long passionate kiss. My cock sprang back to life. I was going to make this man huge.