Dinner Visit

I had just gotten home from work, fresh out of the shower and dressed when the doorbell rang. My mother's voice resonated up the stairs as she called out to me, "Jake, will you get that please?"

I was 19, old enough to get out on my own, but my job was barely paying me enough to even afford my monthly car payment and insurance. I wasn't going to let my parents pay them for me, but they are kind enough to let me keep living with them while I figured out what to do next in my life.

I ran down the steps and pulled over the front door. There standing in front of me was a man that I had not seen in almost a year. My grandfather. He was in his late 60s, standing just over 5'10", right around my own height. The wrinkles growing on his face showing his age and weariness, behind his glasses his eyes were a deep hazel, and he sprouted neatly trimmed thick white hair with a thick trimmed white beard to go with it. He wore a white and pink striped buttons shirt, with the top button at his thickening neck undone. His pants were tan colored slacks, with his brown Oxfords for his shoes. I gazed at his middle, a large gut sprouted over his leather belt that almost seemed to creak under its weight, even the buttons on his shirt were at their beginnings of stretching to contain his bulbous mass.

"Hey there, Jake, did you miss me." His deep voice rumbling over me as he grinned.

"Hey grandpa, of course I missed you," I said as I gave him a hug, he almost seemed to pull me into him with extra force, and I could feel his big gut give slightly as it pressed against me. I loved the feeling, and I couldn't resist. As I pulled back I chuckled as I gave his gut a pat. "You look like you've been eating well."

He chuckled in return as he took his gut in both hands and gave it a slight bounce. "Yeah, every since your grandmother passed away last year I haven't been making dinner, I've been eating out most nights. Guess it's catching up with me."

I couldn't control the twitch of my cock in my pants, but spoke before I could get lost in the view. I stepped back and ushered him in. "Come in. Mom is in the kitchen, dad should be home soon."

"Good, good. Thank you boy. I think I'll go check in with your mother. I'm starving" He said as he slipped inside. As he walked past I couldn't help but watch the sway of his backside, his pants only seemed to hug his rear. I couldn't believe how much weight he had put on since I last saw him, and his swollen backside had become another a victim along the journey.

I closed the door and waited for him to vanish into the kitchen before I raced upstairs to me room and closed and locked the door. I had always found my grandfather very handsome in the past, but I had always been into bigger guys and their bellies. But now, with my grandpa's handsome features and his now swollen gut, I was hard as a rock. I spent the next bit of time stroking my cock, rubbing one out to the way my grandpa had felt against me during the hug. I could imagine how he would feel on top of me, his full weight pressing down on me. But I lost it when I pictured the way he had taken his gut in both hands and gave it a bounce. The way his shirt hugged its rotund surface, the way one opening in the buttons had widened just enough for me to catch a glimpse of his hairy flesh and deep belly button. The expression he had on his face, as if to show he was pleased with himself.

It wasn't until after I had climaxed and cleaned up the splatter that I was able to clear my head. He was my grandfather, my dad's dad. I shouldn't be thinking of him like this. But then, it was pretty hot the way he had played to one of my fantasies without even knowing. I'd also be lying if I said I hadn't thought of my dad like that since he had gained weight over the years too. I chalked it up to teenage hormones and finished cleaning up before I opened my door to head downstairs.

But I almost walked directly into my grandpa. Was it my imagination, or did his hand just come away from rubbing his crotch?

"Oh, geez, you startled me, kiddo," he chuckled. "I was just about to knock. Your father is home and we are all ready to eat. Just waiting for you."

Of course he hadn't been rubbing himself, I was stupid to even think that. He was about to knock and I had caught him in the middle of raising his hand. "Oh, sorry. I'm coming down now. Lead the way."

He turned and made his way down the hall and down the steps to the kitchen, with me close on his heals while doing my absolute best not to look at his plump behind. Once in the kitchen I saw the table was set with more food than I had initially expected mom to make. There was a large bowl of mashed potatoes, a plate of an entire ham, bowls of corn, beans, mushrooms, turkey, heavy, and even beats (gross). It was way too much for a family of four to eat, practically enough for a small army.

"Son, grab the plates," dad said from his seat at the table as I enter. His 260 lb frame nearly hiding the chair he sat on. Though grandpa had him beat, practically making his own chair vanish completely behind his girth, the chair creaking loudly as he sat. I did as I was asked and rushed for the plates, even having the silverware and serving utensils, before sitting down and we all dug in.

I was skeptical of what we would do with all the left overs, but my thoughts began to change the longer we ate. Mom being a mom, put a scoop and slice of everything onto my plate, even though I was fully capable of serving myself, but she wanted to make sure I grew up big and strong like my father. Although I didn't have any plans to grow as fat as he had.

In the time it took me to eat one plate, both grandpa and dad had demolished two. Swigging back beers in between mouthfuls or talking about how they used to go fishing and camping when my father was young. Grandpa must have seen the way I was avoiding my beats and sliding them around me plate, because when mom left the table to clean her own dish, he reached across, grabbed my plate, shoveled my beats onto his own plate, before laying mine back down in front of me with a smirk before mom came back in wearing her jacket.

"Thank you for eating your beats sweetie," she said as she kissed the top of my head. Grandpa, dad, and I all hid our smirks of laughter. "Now then, you boys enjoy yourselves, I need to head to the office. I'll be back late. Just clean up when you're done."

"Yes ma'am," dad said, stifling a belch. I nodded.

Grandpa stood and gave mom a hug, "thank you for dinner Sharleen, it's delicious. I'll probably be gone by the time you get home. Be safe."

"Thank you, Grant. I hope to see you again soon."

"With your cooking, you definitely will." Grandpa gave a smile, which only caused mom to smile in return, before she left to work. After hearing the door click shut, Grandpa groaned as he sat back down. "Oooo-UURRP! Now then, son." He said, turning to my dad, "tell me about how your work is going."

I stopped listening before dad even began. I had heard hundreds of times about how his days of being a lawyer were getting on his nerves, all the stupid cases he had to deal on a regular basis, all the blah blah blah and yadda yadda yadda. Instead is listening, I did my best eye Grandpa and his gut. He seemed so interested in what my father was saying, looking his way as he listened. That was when I took my chance to eye Grandpa's handsome features of his face, the scruff of his beard, his double chin that had begun to grow over the last year, especially the way his gut rolled over his waistline and into his lap. At some point his shirt had come untucked, and I could see a sliver of flesh from his hip.

Every now and then grandpa would nod and then glance my way. Of course I did my best to his my staring, and I don't think he caught me looking. But the more they talked, the more they drank and the more they ate. I had stopped eating a while ago, and was now just sitting there for the view. Every now and again, Grandpa would reach back and lift his shirt to scratch his swollen love handle that had been bulging since he sat down. He'd also run a hand across his gut, or even give it a loud pat when he and dad laughed. He was getting so bloated, and I loved it. Especially my cock. I had to do my best to subtly adjust under the table ever so often.

Even dad was showing signs of bloating. Throughout dinner his midnight blue t-shirt had grown more and more taut over his bulging middle. With his shirt being an older one he had bought a year ago, it has shrunk not only in the machine after the first wash, but with his added weight it was now unable to prevent the sliver his of dark haired gut from peeking. At this point dad had drank so much beer that he was now slurring his words so heavily that I knew it was only a matter of time before- clunk!

Dad passed out in his chair mid laugh, his head lulled back, his mouth hanging over as a subtle "UUUURRRrrrpp" escaped him. The bottle he had been holding cluttered to the floor, empty.

Grandpa reached over and shook my father violently, then snapped his fingers in front of my dad's face. No response. I had seen my dad drink like this on many occasions, and I knew that once he reached the stage of passing out, he could sleep through practically anything. He'd be out a while.

"Now," grandpa's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I turned to see him smiling at me over his glasses, and he was undoing his shirt.

"What are you doing, grandpa?" I was startled by this change of events. But I couldn't move.

"Well, I've seen the way you look at me, boy, and I have to tell you something." He leaned back in his chair, his shirt open and exposing his strong and extremely hairy chest, and his amazingly plump, swollen, round, hairy belly. He took his gut in both hands and gave it a bounce, then two, then three. "You like this gut of mine?"

I didn't know what to say. This couldn't be real. Was I drunk? No, but he definitely was. "You're just drunk, grandpa."

"No, I'm not. You think a few beers could affect me? I'm the one that taught your father here how to drink." He reached over a lifted my father's shirt and gave my dad's hairy belly a rub and squeeze. Dad didn't effed stir. Grandpa looked back at me. "I noticed your attraction to bigger guys a few years ago. Tricked you old man into gaining weight, so that you'd have a view. But my ultimate goal was to be the big man you looked up to and would have your fantasies about, and by the moan I heard in your room earlier, I'd say I succeeded. I couldn't help but get turned on by it."

I watched as he continued to rub his own bulging gut with one hand and used his free hand to reach under his gut and rub the tent now forming in his pants. I couldn't help it. My heart was racing. He had figured me out. Knew me secret. And my cock was throbbing in my pants.

"Now, tell me Jake." He stood with a grunt, took his belly in both hands and dropped it onto the table with a resounding thud and small slap as his gut met the cool wood. His gut was so round, so plump, his navel so deep and inviting, my cock was dripping. He began to pinch his left nipple while his other hand caressed his hairy gut and even slipped a finger into his belly button. "Do you like my big belly?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I reached forward and began to rub his gut with both my hands. He smiled and gave a growl of enjoyment. "Yes, grandpa. Very much."

"Good. 'Cuz I want it bigger. I want it massive for you. Would you like that, Jake?"

"Yes grandpa, I would like that very much."

He reached his hand into the half empty bowl of mashed potatoes, and used his fingers to shove the potatoes into his mouth with a groan. He then grasped his gut with both hands, smearing remnants of potatoes into his belly hair. With his mouth still full he belched once more. "BBUURROOP- Then feed me, Jake. Fatten me up. Make me bigger."

"Happily," I grinned. My dream about to come true.