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F(r)at boy 1/5

F(r)at boy

Part I

“Chug, chug, chug, chug” the rowdy crowd chanted from around the man being held upside down, chugging beer from a keg. Like a scene from a movie, music played,  subwoofers shook, and college students danced in the old wooden house, same as last weekend and the weekend before that. Outside the weather was miserable and cold but inside the house was hot with moving bodies and cigarette smoke. The floor was wet with stale beer and a stack of beer cans eclipsed the wall in the living room.  The Delta Chi frat house, in downtown Boston, Massachusetts, wasn’t the biggest or most popular or prestigious frat at Boston U. but they sure knew how to party which drew in the crowds. 

Tommy was not new to Delta or Boston University considering his dad was a major donor to the college and got him admitted. Tommy’s father pledged to Delta back in the 80’s, he met his future wife at BU and had Tommy, his older brother, and older sister. After private schooling, Tommy’s siblings moved to New York to attend college but Tommy wanted to stay close to home so he chose to follow in his dad’s footsteps. Tommy’s dad had made a very comfortable life for his kids. He founded a successful law firm in Boston and made a fortune. Tommy’s family had a house just outside Boston, a condo in Aspen, a beach house in Florida, and several other homes scattered around the globe. Tommy grew up lacking for nothing but despite the wealthy upbringing, he was a good kid. His dad made him work for his money and taught him good values. That didn’t shield him from wanting to let loose and enjoy the privileges he was afforded. 

Tommy was in his early twenties when he decided to rush for Delta Chi fraternity. Tommy was studying business and marketing at BU and he wrestled for his university, which he enjoyed. The thrill of the ground fight really captured his attention. He loved the feeling of the singlet and the raw power of another man under or over him. The dominance and strength it took to subdue an opponent. It was the thrill of the chase. 

Tommy’s dad is a Delta Alumni so his acceptance into the frat was certain but he still had to endure the awkward and embarrassing pledge stage. This week was the last week of his pledge duties before he was an official Delta. He was stoked to finally be a brother but current circumstances had him butt naked in the front yard of the frat house handing out welcome gift bags to the crowds of people as they wandered into the large home, hoping for a raging party that would last all night. The bags were filled with condoms and hand sanitizer, an appropriate party favor for the guests of this evening's event. 

Tommy knew the rules though; he had to stand outside and greet guests until the next pledge was pushed outside to replace him. Then, and only then, would Tommy be allowed inside to party with the brothers. All the pledges were allowed to make an outfit out of one cardboard 30 pack box beforehand. 

Tommy thought strategically about his outfit choice and figured it was smarter to cover his feet and private bits since it was winter so he made some budlight themed shoes and a g-string out of the cardboard. He had enough material left over from the box to make a sailors hat which went over extremely well with the arriving guests. He got a lot of laughs and some looks from a few of the women headed toward the front door of the old Victorian style house. 

Tommy was cute, about 5’10” on a good day and about 190 pounds during his peak wrestling season bulk. He was fair skinned with a nice smile ,blue eyes and a playful demeanor. His best quality was how outgoing he was, his confidence was unmatched and  it seemed to open up a lot of doors for him. Tonight his mostly hairless muscular body shivered and his dirty blonde hair curled out from under the makeshift cardboard hat he was trying to keep on his head. He was a wrestler so the cardboard thong he had fashioned was barely covering his man meat as it struggled to cover his beefy body. He barely got it over his thighs without it ripping and he would have to start over. Tommy knew he was attractive, he knew the outfit would generate talk and impress the guys and that enough it would secure his place in the house for the night. It actually went over so well that the brothers pulled him inside after only 20 minutes and told him he could party all night as long as he kept the outfit on. 

His replacement was a guy named Mike. They rushed at the same time but Tommy barely got to talk to him. He heard Mike was a swimmer on scholarship, word was he was good looking and kinda quiet. Mike was from a lower-middle class fishing family near the coast. He grew up with his dad and older brother but never really got close with them other than working on the boat as a kid and enduring the harsh realities of sea life. Mike was a good student and a great swimmer. He loved to be on the water and swam all through high school, eventually getting himself a scholarship to Boston University. Mike was also studying business and shared a few classes with Tommy, although neither of them knew it yet, they had a ton in common despite the very different upbringings. Tommy was surprised to see the tall, maybe 6’2” man approaching him on the porch of the old house with a handsome smile and a lean but muscular physique. He was good looking in a classic way. His Italian/ Spanish ancestry gave him that dark olive skin, even in the middle of winter. Tommy couldn’t help but notice Mike’s V-line which showcased his thick treasure trail running down to his crotch. 

Mike decided to go a different route with his cardboard outfit. He had abandoned the effort to cover his junk and instead made a pair of glasses and held the rest of the material over his manhood in a not-so-desperate attempt to cover up. It left nothing to the imagination as the two men passed each other. Mike held out his hand for a hi five. 

Mike- “nice thong bro! I can see your balls though” he laughed as the two exchanged their physical greetings. 

Tommy- “you can borrow it anytime! Nice nuts as well brother” Tommy relied as they slapped hands in the air. 

They both laughed and parted ways but this was the night that Tommy and Mike’s story begins. 

Fast forward 3 years and you’ll find that not much has changed at Delta Chi. Same parties, same shenanigans, same house. 

The pledges of 2 years prior were now becoming the seniors of tomorrow. Delta Chi had managed to keep itself out of trouble while also maintaining the outrageous parties off campus. The frat grew to over 100 members by the time Mike and Tommy were Juniors. The two men had become close friends over the years. Sharing classes, working out, and partying hard kept them closer than any of the other brothers. Summer was approaching and the fall semester would be the start of the last year of college for the two men. 

Mike had grown so close to Tommy that he would join Tommy and his family for summer vacations at their various other homes around the country. Last year Mike joined them in Northern California at their cabin in the redwoods. It was the first time he had ever been to California or the West Coast in general. Tommy’s family loved Mike too. They were happy to spoil him when he was around, especially Tommy’s mom. It was no secret she had a little crush on the handsome young Italian. 

Over the last two years, Mike had grown. His obligation to the swim team to maintain his scholarship was first and foremost. The extensive physical workouts really bulked him up. When the two men met, Mike was probably sitting at 190lbs. Today he was at 215lbs. His shoulder and arms and chest had grown thick and beefy. His hairy thighs had gotten plump and muscular and his ass was eating away at the speedos he had to wear to his meets, which Tommy always attended. Mike would go to Tommy’s wrestling matches until Tommy finally quit the team this past semester. He blamed it on the team dynamics but the truth was, it ran right over the same time Mike was home a lot and Tommy would rather hangout with his best friend. He knew it was a major sacrifice but the two worked out together and he wasn’t that serious about wrestling to begin with, he may have been realizing that the physical sensation of grappling with other guys, feeling them thrust and moan under him, even smelling their sweat was what he was chasing but that was not something he was willing to unpack just yet. 

After all the time they spent together, Tommy had discovered some physical trends about Mike. Swimming was an exhaustive sport. Mike would often come home after a meet or practice with bloodshot eyes, wreaking of chlorine and with a few pizzas in hand just for himself. His appetite was astounding. He could eat twice as much as any other guy in the frat or on the swim team. It was like he didn’t have a switch in his brain that told him to be full. He could just eat and eat until he popped it seemed. This appetite was so intriguing to Tommy. He had never seen a guy eat like that before. Such a handsome and polite guy and if you put a few beers and a solid plate of food in front of him, he would go ravenous. The regular swimming season was that exact scenario. Mike would workout intensely for practice and meets but, on the weekends and in his downtime, he would stuff himself and party with his brothers at Delta. The calories would burn off as soon as they entered his system. Come summer when the swim team parted ways until fall semester, Mike would continue to eat the same amount at the same rate. It was stunning to witness but in a month’s time, Mike could pack on 20-30 pounds. He would grow this big beer belly that would roll over his waistband as he sauntered around the frat house, eating and drinking all day and night. The phenomena became so common that Mike had been given the name “Fatboy” by the other brothers in the house. It was a name he didn’t mind actually. They guys would tease him and slap his little hairy gut when they passed him, and he didn’t mind at all. They'd watch him put away thousands of calories in a meal and just be amazed, but none more amazed than Tommy. He had never seen anyone grow so fat so quickly. It made him feel… different, like a feeling he had never felt before, a lusting sensation, something so deep and primal that he couldn’t find words to describe it. He knew it was a different feeling than the other guys had. He knew it was more intimate than any of the other guys felt about Mike but he chose to ignore it as much as he could. He would find excuses to pat Mike's belly or wrestle him for “practice”. The two would roll around on the ground and Tommy would feel his cock, he’d grab ahold of the meaty Italian man and pin him down, feeling the control over him, it was sensational. He swore Mike had felt his hard-on once or twice but didn’t say anything so as to not make it awkward. 

In any case, the two were growing closer by the day and the semester was ending soon. Mike was in his lean state currently, with his season near completion. They boys were prepping for the final rager they were throwing the following evening. They had raised enough money with a few car washes  and a few fundraisers around campus to throw a pretty massive party and were decorating the house with banners and lights. The theme was rave since the weather was hot and humid and the clothing would be light and minimal to avoid overheating. 

Mike- “Tommy! Give me a hand! I need you to hold the ladder for me.” he yelled 

Tommy- “ I’ll be there in a sec” he yelled back from upstairs.

Mike- “ I’m gonna fuckin kill myself on this thing. Come hold it for me!” 

Tommy- “easy fatboy, here I am. Your fine bud” he said sarcastically as he approached the ladder. 

Mike was hanging lights on the molding around the perimeter of the room. He was shirtless and dripping sweat as his meaty arms reached for the ceiling with a strand of LED lights and a roll of tape. His hairy sweaty armpits were clearly visible just over  Tommy’s head, he was struggling to avoid eye contact with Mike. It seemed Mike was getting more attractive by the day and Tommy was having trouble coping with his feelings. Mike's hair was getting long and he was throwing it back to keep it out of his face. He wore a backwards baseball cap and had on some tight blue shorts with a black belt that hugged his meaty, muscular waist. Tommy’s mind drifted off, thinking of how Tommy would look a few pounds fatter in the same outfit. He thought about how his hairy belly would roll over the tight belt and how uh he would be stuffing his face even with all the guys making fun of his beer gut, out and proud. 

Mike was confident, he was so sure of himself that it drove Tommy crazy. He never second guessed himself, it was just easy for him, at least it seemed. Tommy thought about himself gaining weight and how hard he would take it if someone ragged on him for it. Mike couldn’t care less. In fact, it was almost like he liked the attention. The dramatic shifts in weight through the seasons was like a thrill for him. Tommy knew he liked the attention he got from the guys, he would never admit it though. 

Mike- “ bro! Haha you're spacing out again” he joked as he climbed down the ladder. He had dropped the tape and was asking Tommy to grab it but Tommy was daydreaming about Mike getting too fat to button his shorts. His cock was half stiff by the time he snapped out of it. 

Mike- “ you alright buddy? You seem distracted or tired or something.” Mike asked as he climbed down off the final ladder step, picked up the tape and walked over to Tommy. 

He placed his firm hand on Tommy's shoulder and began to dig his fingers into Tommy’s meaty traps to try and loosen him up. It was a friendly gesture and not an abnormal thing to do between the two men but Tommy was unable to fight his arousal. He panicked and pulled back. 

Tommy- “ yeah bro I’m good… I ugh.. I gotta lay down for a bit. I’ll be good in like 30. “ he said as he turned away quickly, heading toward the stairs to go to his room. 

Mike- “aright man. Get your beauty sleep princess.” Well just set up” he teased. 

Tommy sped up to his room. Closed and locked the door and then dropped his pants. His hard cock was swollen as he recounted the images he had saved of Mike just a moment ago. He began to stroke his thick cock in front of his bed. He laid an old workout shirt on his mattress and pulled at his cock harder and harder, thinking of nothing than Mike's sweaty, beefy body. He imagined himself burying his face in Mike’s armpits, he imagined Mike fatter, his big beer gut spilling over his pants as he sat on the couch and stuffed himself with another slice of pizza. How manly and sure of himself he would be, even as his pants busted a seam from his growing body. He remembered all the times he playfully teased his buddy about how big he was getting and how he would add those memories to his spank bank to jerk off to later. It only took a few more memories of the hunky Italian for Tommy to spray his grey shirt with a few strong strings of cum. Tommy moaned quietly as he quivered in ecstasy. These horny scenarios were getting more and more frequent for him, He was having trouble concentrating around Mike, trouble controlling his urges. He was even having trouble touching Mike at all, in any way. The sexual tension for Tommy was so powerful that he had to relieve himself immediately or he might give himself away.. He wanted to spend every waking moment with his friend but when he was with him, he lost his ability to function normally. He just had to make it through these next few weeks and figure out a plan. 

The following night, the party was in fact raging. It seemed like hundreds of people were outside the house waiting to get in and the main rooms were packed tight with people. The sound system was shaking the foundation of the home and the crowd jumping to the beat drop every few minutes was adding to the vibrations. Tommy was dancing shirtless with a pair of light up sunglasses on his face, a bright pink Speedo around his waist and a pair of high top sneakers with white socks on his feet. He was having fun but kept looking into the crowd for Mike, he hadn’t seen him for quite a while actually. 

Another interesting development was a fast approaching beautiful brunette woman headed in Tommy’s direction as he left the dance floor. She introduced herself as Claire and said she really admired the sock Tommy had tucked into his Speedo to obnoxiously beef up his package as part of his costume. Tommy introduced himself as well and complimented her shoe choice because it looked uncomfortable. He followed that statement by calling her “brave” which she found amusing. In all seriousness Tommy was taken by her beauty and even though his mind was roughly 95% focused on finding Mike, he couldn’t deny this girl was stunning, an absolute gem of the party. 

Tommy- “I’m looking for my friend Mike, wanna help me?” He asked drunkenly 

Claire- “ Absolutely, give me a description, let’s find him” 

Tommy- “alright, he is literally tall, dark, and handsome. Probably double fisting beers or eating honestly.” He yelled over the loud music. 

Claire- “kitchen! She screamed and ran off without Tommy. 

Tommy followed promptly, laughing at her dedication to the mission. He rounded the crowded corner to the bright overhead lit kitchen to find Claire chatting with the only “tall, dark and handsome man” that was stuffing his face with pizza. It was Mike. He was hovering over the counter, inhaling slices as Claire leaned into his ear to whisper something. Tommy approached the two and felt his cock twitch looking at Mike's outfit. He was shirtless, covered in body paint and wearing a very tight pair of daisy dukes he made himself from a pair of Levi’s that didn’t fit anymore. He was practically

busting out of them actually. 

Claire- “he matches the description right? Tall, dark and handsome, probably eating.” She yelled.

Tommy- “that’s the one” he chuckled 

Mike turned a little red at the statement. He smiled and 

Mike- “me??? Handsome?? I’m flattered and kinda full honestly” he said as he rubbed his shirtless stomach. 

Mike was wet with sweat and judging by his leaning on the counter, he was pretty good and drunk. Claire started to chat with the two men, exchanging laughs back and forth with a dry but witty sense of humor. The three of them were in their own little world actually, really just hitting it off together. 

Claire- “So if you both live here, and hypothetically, someone wanted to have a threesome with you both, which room would they end up in? Yours or yours?” She asked bluntly, pointing at them both. 

Tommy-“ what!!!? That’s a wild question actually.” He replied nervously 

Mike- “ I just changed my sheets, so probably mine.” He replied before leaning his head back to gulp down the rest of the liquid in his red plastic cup. Again with that confidence. 

Claire- “give us a tour kind sir” she replied, grabbing both the men’s hands and leading them through the crowd to the stairwell. 

Mike positioned himself in the front of the three of them and led them toward the stairs. Tommy nervously held tight to Claire’s hand as he started to pant a bit at the prospect of a threesome with Mike. His heart was pounding and his mind began to race. He felt nauseous and lightheaded but was determined to keep it together for the sake of the experience. He couldn’t believe Mike was so quick to answer. Did he feel the same way Tommy did or was this women just so beautiful he was willing to have Tommy in the room while he fucked her. Tommy was willing to find out. 

Mike pulled a key out of his back pocket and slid it into his bedroom door knob. 

Mike- “ we keep the bedrooms locked so no one fucks on our beds. Like I said, I just changed the sheets!” He mumbled to Claire. The door flung open and the three of them stumbled into the empty room. Mike closed the door behind them. The room was eerily quiet compared to the rest of the house. Claire made her way to the bed and sat on it gently.

Claire- “ these are fresh. You’re a man of your word Mike.” She said flirtatiously. 

Mike- “ beer? Soda? Water, anyone?” He offered as he bent over and opened his mini fridge. In the corner of his room under his desk. Tommy stared daringly at his buddy as he bent over in his right jean shorts. Tommy watched in awe as the right fabric inched its way up Mike’s hairy thighs as he crouched down and reached his hand into the fridge. 

Tommy- “ water please” he responded softly. 

Claire- “ I’ll take a water too. Thank you.” She replied as she started to put her hair in a ponytail. 

Mike walked the water over to Tommy, who despite his provocative outfit was feeling rather insecure at the moment. He was actually freaking out a bit. Mike could tell his friend was nervous, as he approached Tommy he grabbed him by the back of his neck and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Tommy’s knees almost buckled. 

Mike- “ let’s have some fun buddy.” He whispered seductively in Tommy’s ear.

Tommy grabbed the water bottle, gulped down a few sips and headed over to the bed. 

Claire- “ya know, you two are really cute, have you ever slept together?” She asked 

Tommy laughed out loud. 

Tommy- “noo haha no we’re like best buddies but we ugh.. never took it there I guess” he laughed nervously 

Mike- “ I’ve seen his cock like a thousand times though, he’s kinda hung actually” he chuckled casually, tapping Tommy’s crotch with the back of his hand playfully. 

Tommy turned red. His heart started to race again. I was nervous this time. “Where was this coming from??” Tommy thought to himself. Every second was more intense and exciting as he watched this thing progress in front of him. He felt a surge rush through his body. His cock began to stir under the sock stuffed into his Speedo. He was looking Mike up and down. He wanted him bad. 

Claire- “ There's a nice energy between you two. Let’s explore it.” She said as she removed her top and bra. 

She got up from the bed and stripped down naked in front of the two men. Again, she was absolutely stunning, even more so without clothes. Then she ordered them both the strip. 

Mike and Tommy looked at each other. 

Mike- “ You ready buddy?” He chuckled as he unbuttoned his Jean shorts and dropped his underwear to reveal his thick, half chubbed cock. Tommy gazed in amazement at the naked man in front of him. Claire might as well have been a lamp in the room in front of Mike. 

His cock grew toward his left thigh as he stood confidently in front of the two. His meaty torso was bloated from the pizza and beer and his belly stuck out a little as his hairy treasure trail led down to his thick bush which engulfed his large hairy nutsack that hung below. His thick hairy thighs held him high as Tommy looked in awe, frozen in the moment. Tommy watched Mike's cock twitch as he maintained eye contact with Tommy. It swelled up and began to stand firm. Tommy wanted to drop to his knees and worship it forever. He wanted to smell and taste his buddy so bad, burying his face in the hunky Italians sweaty body. Tommy’s cock shot up like a rocket. 

Mike- “ just like the locker room buddy, I’ve seen that thing a few times before, you’ve got nothing to be worried about man” he teased as he walked over to Tommy and placed a warm hand on the back of his neck. Mike slipped his fingers under Tommy’s waistband and third at the fabric until he uncovered Tommy’s massive erection. 

Tommy watched in amazement as Mike pulled his thong down to his shoes. His thick meaty cock bounced as Mike  lifted himself back up, brushing against it on the way back to eye level with his friend. Tommy’s bush was trimmed and his balls smooth. Tommy was so hard it hurt and he watched Mike smile hard as he took in his friend's body. 

Claire walked over to Tommy and placed a hand on his prick, she leaned in and began to kiss him as he moaned from the soft touch. Mike came up behind her and reached around the two to grab Tommy’s thick meaty butt. All those years of wrestling and squatting were paying off. 

The three became mangled in kisses and groping. Claire pulled herself to the side, grabbed the two men’s faces and pushed them toward each other. Tommy made eye contact with Mike and after a moment of pause, leaned in. The two men began to share saliva. Tommy moved closer, wrapping his strong arms around Mike’s meaty torso. He got more and more comfortable and after a few more moments of passionate kissing, he felt a hand gripping his cock. It was Mike, he giggled as he started stroking his friend. Tommy moaned in ecstasy. 

Mike- “ does that feel good buddy?” He teased 

Tommy- “ so good bro. Don’t stop” he whimpered 

Just as he thought Mike was pulling away, Claire moved herself between the two, dropped to her knees and began to suck Tommy off. She moved slowly, taking his head into her mouth, then the shaft and then all the way down to his nuts. Tommy moaned loudly as she deep throated him. He reached out to Mike and grabbed his hips, pulling him in close. He grabbed Mike hairy prick and fondled his big hairy nuts in his hand. Mike's cock was dripping pre cum and Tommy felt it dripping down the head of his cock. He rubbed his thumb along Mike's slit, collecting his sweet man nectar and stuck his thumb in Mike's mouth, making him taste his own stuff. Mike let out a deep sigh of passion as Tommy got comfortable and took a bit more charge. He continued to play with Mike, feeling his cock pulsate in his hands as he stroked him and fondled his nuts. All the while, Clair has her lips wrapped around Tommy’s big cock, Tommy is reaching under Mike's nuts to massage the hairy man’s taint. 

Tommy- “you’re so hot bro” he whispered to Mike. The two locked eyes and Tommy watched Mike's eyes roll in the back of his head as he continued playing with his friend.

Mike leaned in and passionately kissed Tommy once again. 

The room reeked of sex and lust at this point. Tommy was holding on with everything he had not to cum as Claire was still putting in work on his cock. Eventually she stopped and got up. 

Claire- “heads or tails” she whispered to Tommy. 

Tommy- “Heads”  he said out loud. 

Claire glided to the bed, laid on the corner and motioned for the two to join her. She reached into their bag, grabbed a condom and threw it at Mike. 

Claire- “ I want you both” she said seductively. 

Tommy couldn’t take his eyes off Mike as he wrapped his cock in the rubber and planted it in Claire. 

Tommy put his cock in her mouth and the two shared her as they stared at each other. Tommy watched Mike thrust as sweat beaded down his thick torso. He watched him moan and pump and grunt. It was explosive to witness. Tommy couldn’t take it anymore, he had to cum. Holding off any longer would result in a medical emergency. He pulled out of Claire’s mouth, leaned over to grab Mike's hair and pull him in for one more kiss. His cock aimed toward Mike’s chest, Tommy busted all over his friend's hairy torso, spraying his hot load over and over again. Mike pulled out and kissed Tommy passionately, he grunted like an animal as he filled the condom with his seed. It was so much that it started to overflow out the sides onto his bedsheets. 

The two men collapsed on the bed, laying side by side with Claire, naked, trying to catch their breath. 

Claire- “ I fucking love bi dudes.” she said as she got up and began to dress herself again. “You two have a solid chemistry, you should explore that.” She said without hesitation as she straightened up, leaned into Mike’s mirror to reapply her lipstick and headed out the door. She closed it behind her and left the two sweaty men to ruminant in the hot, cum covered bed. 

Mike- “damn bro. That was… so hot”

Tommy- “can we… keep that between us for now” he said. 

Mike- “totally bro. Yeah totally”. He replied as he got up and began to clean himself up. 

Mike left the room and Tommy followed shortly after cleaning himself up as well. The party continued and oddly enough, it wasn’t that weird for the rest of the night. It was like both of them agreed to just think about it in the morning. Tonight was just no worries. 

The final days in the house for the semester were a bit awkward for Mike and Tommy. They just chose to not discuss it and act as if nothing had happened. The morning after, Tommy woke up in his own bed and could smell Mike on his hands still. His cock grew so hard that he came within 30 seconds from the thought of what had happened the night before. He wanted to go suck Mike off right then and there but he knew he had to play it cool. Didn’t want to get ahead of himself and ruin the whole thing. 

Tommy knew Mike was going to go stay with his dad to help him with the business and that they wouldn’t see each other until fall so he invited him to tag along to the gap tons with his family. Mike was hesitant this time but ultimately agreed. 

They drove up together and still didn’t mention that night at all, it had been weeks since the threesome and Mike was acting like absolutely nothing happened. Tommy on the other hand was driving himself crazy on the inside. He had never been more attracted to Mike. He couldn’t get him out of his mind. It’s all Tony thought about all day, everyday. They made it up to the massive ocean front property and unloaded Tommy’s pickup. They got settled, Mike caught up with Tommy’s family and they all ate dinner together. 

The two men had separate rooms that were connected by a bathroom. For a few nights, Tommy would lay awake, hoping Mike would slowly wander through the door and join him in bed, not even to mess around, just to hold each other. Tommy had never felt like this before. He felt physically sick from the idea of not having Mike all summer. 

One morning, the family had gone out to eat and Tommy stayed behind to sleep in. Tommy presumed Mike had gone on a walk perhaps or maybe had gone out to eat with the family. He was fresh out of the shower and noticed Mike's door to his room was open. His laundry was thrown across the room and the bed unmade. Tommy slowly crept into the room, towel around his waist, dripping with water still. He saw a basket in the corner of the room, beyond the big king bed, it had Mike's dirty laundry in it. Sitting on top was a pair of boxer briefs, used. Tommy checked to make sure he couldn’t hear anything, walked over to the pair of undies and grabbed them. He rushed off to his room. He brought the underwear up to his nose and inhaled gently, his sense was overwhelmed with the pungent musk of his best friend. Tommy’s cock grew thick. His towel fell to the ground and he started to stroke himself as he leaned onto the bed. 

What Tommy didn’t hear was that Mike was approaching Tommy’s room. He wasn’t sneaking up but his headphones were in and he wasn’t wearing shoes so he was relatively silent. 

Mike pushed Tommy’s door open and caught him dead center, holding his underwear to his face, cock in hand. 

Mike- “ bro” he chuckled. His hair wet from mid morning rain that had turned him around on his walk. 

Tommy’s eyes grew wide. His chest tightened and his face turned bright red. He grabbed his towel and threw the underwear behind him almost as if he was going to hide the evidence. 

Tommy- “bro.. I.. I can explain. I ugh I just was getting out of the sh” he tried to blurt out. 

Mike just held his hand out and motioned for Tommy to stop talking. He looked down at his feet and smiled sheepishly. 

Mike- “ you want the real thing?” He asked as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. 

Tommy- “ please” he whispered desperately. 

Mike quickly ripped his shirt off and walked over to Tommy, he grabbed him by his face and planted a big fat kiss right on Tommy’s lips. Tommy just about fainted. It was like a dream. He kissed him back and began to undress Mike. Tommy couldn’t wait anymore. He dropped to his knees, pulling Mike’s underwear down to his ankles and leaned into his crotch. He opened his mouth and took Mike’s swelling head onto his tongue. He began to suck and lick the top of Mike’s cock. He could hear Mike moan and grunt as he went deeper and deeper and deeper until he was able to swallow almost the entirety of Mike’s cock. 

Mike still hadn’t shaved and Tommy was feral for the fur. The smell of his musk, the way he thrusted his hips forward when Tommy got down to the base of his penis, made Tommy gag and heave a bit. Tommy started stroking himself off, lifted Mike’s cock and started screwing his big hairy nuts with his tongue, he buried his face into Mike’s crotch, feeling his cock pulsate as he sucked both his big nuts into his mouth. 

Mike suddenly pulled Tommy up to his feet and threw him on the bed. He climbed up and dropped his mouth down on Tommy’s big veiny prick. Tommy was a good few inches bigger than Mike and although he did his best to get Tommy’s cock down his throat, it was a challenge. Mike gagged hard and finally resorted to just jerking Tommy off. Both of the men were so close to cumming it hurt. Tommy wanted Mike’s cum in him. He pushed Mike against the backboard, dropped his face down onto his cock and began to suck, he bobbed up and down faster and after until Mike started to grunt and moan and yell. 

Mike- “ bro!! Bro! I’m… I’m gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum. Oh fuck!! Oh fuck me” he yelled and then he went silent. 

Tommy had little experience with men but he figured from his own experience that he had to put Mike’s cock as deep in his throat as he could and start swallowing. That’s just what he did. Mike spazzed out in a silent and body shaking orgasm. Tommy gulped and gulped and gulped until he figured the flow had ended. He leaned back and stroked his cock only a few times and busted all over Mike's hairy chest once again. 

Tommy collapsed next to his friend. 

The two sat in Spence for a minute just breathing. Mike reached his hand out and grabbed Tommy’s and held it. They stayed like that for several minutes until Mike said 

Mike- “I’m glad I caught you sniffing my undies. I was wondering when you were gonna make a move. I was getting scared that you and I weren't going to get to do this again before I left.” He said, chuckling. He was being vulnerable though and Tommy could feel it. 

Tommy- “ I was scared of that too. Like really scared. I was hoping you’d sneak into my room the past few nights but I was too scared to even think of coming into your room. Honestly I’m still a little nervous bro.” 

Mike- “ me too, this is new for me” he explained 

Tommy- “same” he said, turning to stare at Mike, gazing in his brown eyes. 

The two kissed passionately. Mike got up and went to shower off and the two went to go get food, enjoying the last few days they had together before the split off for the summer. 

The two promised to call and text often. Mile wrapped his long arms around Tommy and held him for a little longer than friends hold each other. 

Mike- “ love you buddy, I’ll see you in a few months” he said as he got in his crappy beater, started it and drove out of the frat parking lot behind the house. Tommy felt a bit numb watching his lover leave. He knew it wouldn’t be forever but it really started to make him think about the future, at least consider what it would look like to be near Mike for as long as he could. 

The summer went by fast for the two men. Mike kept in close contact with Tommy and vice versa. They missed each other a lot but were still a bit too timid to tell each other that. They FaceTimed several times a week and talked at least once a day on Snapchat or text. Mike would send pictures of him and his dad in their commercial fishing boat, pulling inna catch or Mike holding a squid or something. Tommy was off with his parents living it up in whatever rich town they had real estate. He couldn’t wait to see his friend again though. 

Late august came and it was finally time to see all the guys again at Delta Chi. Tommy was so stoked to reunite with them but none more than Mike. He was barely able to sleep the night before just thinking of Mike, hoping he put on his summer weight and would come back with a big beer gut like the previous years. Just as Tommy was coming down the stairs, the front door swung open and there was Mike, standing in the doorway with his bags. He was wearing a baseball cap with the NY Yankees logo on it, he had on a tight plain white t-shirt and a pair of tight shorts that were hugging his freshly fattened body beautifully. His small round stomach was protruding out in front of him, hanging slightly over his tight pants waistband. Tommy could see the outline of his belly button under the shirt. His heart fluttered. 

Tommy- “ Fatboy is back!!” he screamed, leaping down the stairs to greet his friend. Tommy tackled Mike to the ground on the porch, making him drop his bags. He put him in a body lock wrestling move and held him there as the two squirmed around. 

Tommy- “ I missed you big guy” he whispered in Mike's ear and Mike grunted trying to escape his hold. 

He finally let go and the two laid there laughing for a bit before getting up and grabbing Mike's stuff to take to his room. The other guys greeted Mike with the iconic belly pats telling “Fatboy” as he strolled through the halls. Tommy figured Mike wore that shirt on purpose for attention. 

Over the summer, Mike and Tommy had talked about how it would be too suspicious to hook up in the house too often and that the best strategy to avoid detection was to do it during parties since no one would be coherent enough to find them in their locked rooms. Tommy knew he couldn’t jump Mike's bones but he was struggling to keep himself contained as they made their way to Mike's door. He unlocked it and the two made their way inside. For just a moment, Tommy leaped toward Mike, grabbed his face and kissed him hard. Mike returned the love and stuck his tongue down Tommy’s throat. 

They both pulled away and laughed as they stared at each other.

Tommy- “never looked better buddy, the belly looks great on you.” 

Mike- “you think so??” He teased, lifting his shirt, grabbing a roll of fat and jiggling it in front of Tommy. He knew it would seem Tommy into another world of horny but he just had to. 

Tommy had shared his love for the “Fatboy” version of Mike over the summer. The two would frequently steal a few minutes to jerk off over FaceTime and it just kinda slipped out of Tommy when they were talking dirty. He mentioned how he fantasized about fattening him up even bigger and teased him about his gut as he grew bigger through August. Mike started sending Tommy pics of his growing belly which, to Tommy, was the hottest thing that could grace his phone screen. No porn could compare to a fattened up Mike. 

The first party was a few days away and the boys were back for the final year. They decorated and got the house ready for the chaos. The crowds showed, music played and it was finally time for Mike and Tommy to have at least an hour of alone time. 

At about 11pm, Mike caught Tommy’s eyes and motioned for the two to go up to his room. Mike went first and Tommy followed behind him a few minutes later. As Tommy entered Mike's room and closed the door he turned to see Mike totally naked except for his skin tight Speedo that he had outgrown several pounds ago, squeezing his chubby frame. Mike's love handles spilled out over the side and his hairy stomach pushed the waistband of the Speedo to curl over itself as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

Tommy- “fuck me” he yelled a he rushed toward Mike and tackled him onto the mattress. They started making out and feeling each other up. Tommy couldn’t believe how good Mike felt with more weight on him. He was a whole new man, round and soft but still so bulky and meaty. It was enough to make Tommy so horny that his dick was leaking enough pre cum to drip onto Mike's leg as he wrestled around on the bed. 

Tommy pushed Mike to the headboard, having him sit up and face him. He dropped to his stomach and planted his face right on Mike's hairy belly, he felt his chubby friend's stomach and explored his curves as Mike's stomach spilled over his little speedo, which was barely hiding his enormous erection. 

Mike-“ enjoying yourself down there bud?” He asked as he grabbed Tommy’s hair and thrusted his face into his crotch. 

Tommy moaned an audible “uh huh” approval as he suffocated himself in Mike's hairy crotch. He loved his smell, he couldn’t get enough of Mike's musk. He wanted to have it on his lips, face and hands all the time. It would drive Tommy crazy. 

Tommy got up and hovered over Mike as he sat against the bed frame. Mike pulled Tommy in close and massaged his meaty ass cheeks while kissing his muscular abs, working his way down to Tommy’s big fat cock. Tommy still had his balls nicely groomed and his thick slightly curved cock was wet with anticipation. It throbbed in Mike's face as he smiled and looked up at Tommy who was nearly shaking from excitement. Mike opened his mouth and took Tommy’s cock down his throat as best he could. Tommy grunted, grabbing Mike's hair and pushing his head deeper and deeper until he could hear the fatboy gag. 

Mike- “fuck bro, you’re so big. It’s so fucking hot” he said as he whipped the drool from his chin. He dove back down for more until Tommy pulled away, indicating he was close to busting. 

Tommy leaned down and started stroking Mike's cock. He gripped Mike's cock harder and dug his knuckles under Mike's little beer gut, watching it jiggle as he pumped his cock up and down. 

Tommy- “fuck bro, that guy is so hot. Look how chubby you look. Should have brought a pizza up here to stuff you with.” He teased

Mike- “oh fuck dude that’s so hot. I want you to fatten me up. Make me your pig.” He moaned as he thrusted his hips forward. 

Tommy smiled and started jerking his own cock. They both began to squirm and Mike began to squirt thick strands of cum well over his head. Band after band of hot semen ejected his cock and splattered against Mike's neck and the backboard. Tommy followed seconds after and painted Mike's hairy gut with his own cum. The two were in ecstasy. They laid there for a moment, hearing the music and people yell and party just outside the door, just holding each other. They knew how good they had it in their own little oasis at the moment, immersed in the greatest pleasure they’ve ever known. 

Weeks later, the two had started their classes and were busy with school. They found secret spots to fuck around throughout the campus. Private bathrooms and such. Mike would suck Tommy’s cock as they drove to get food in his truck sometimes too. Tommy was trying his hardest to keep Mike nice and plump but the summing season had started and Mike was heeding weight fast. Tommy was stuffing him as often as he could but the weight was still starting to melt away. It was disappointing for them both but Tommy didn’t care, he would take Mike at any size and be happy, but he definitely preferred him chubby. 

One afternoon, Tommy was waiting for Mike to get home from practice so they could go get lunch but Mike was late. An hour went by and then two hours and Tommy got a little worried. 

Tommy-"Have you guys seen or heard from Mike?” He asked around the house but none had heard or seen him. 

Tommy decided to check his location and saw that his phone was last at the city hospital down the road. He didn’t even bother to tell anymore he just grabbed his coat and ran out the door. Tommy jumped in his pickup and peeled out of the lot toward the hospital. He got into an accident getting there but he parked and rushed inside toward the front desk. 

Tommy- “ please, my friend, he’s… his phone is here. His name is Michael Amato. Please you’ve gotta tell me if he’s alright” he begged the nurse at the front desk. He was frantic and had a million thoughts running through his mind. His heart was in his stomachs 

Nurse- “sir please, take a deep breath and let me check for you. It's okay” 

Tommy- “Michael Amato is his name. Please tell me he is okay.” He said desperately. 

Nurse-“ I found him, it looks like he was admitted about an hour ago. He was stable when he arrived, so he should be okay” 

Tommy- “omg what happened? Where is he??” 

Nurse-“ looks like he was involved in a car accident. The police report is here but that’s all I can share unless you’re family. He’s in room 413 but check with the.. sir.. Sir! She shouted as Tommy ran toward the elevators. 

Tommy watched the button turn red and he waited and waited but the place was busy and the elevator car was still on floor 15. He found the staircase and sprinted up toward the fourth floor. He was out of breath and sweaty by the time he found Mike's room. 

Doctor- “are you a family member of Mr. Amato sir?” The woman asked kindly. 

Tommy- “Well.. no but I’m his best friend, please you’ve gotta let me in I need to make sure he is okay.” He pleaded frantically 

Doctor-“ I can’t let you in unless you’re family, sir. He is still unconscious, he was T-boned at an interaction by a driver that ran a red light. The paramedics were able to get him out of the car and rushed him here. He is totally stable and when he wakes up, we will run a couple of tests to make sure his brain is healthy. He did break his left forearm. We casted him and he is fine and stable. Do you know anyone we need to contact? We cannot open his phone and he doesn’t have his emergency contacts anywhere in his wallet.”

Tommy- “Yeah I can unlock his phone” he said as he pressed “0000” on the keypad to unlock it. He went to his energy by contact info in his health app and discovered that his own phone number was listed. His heart fluttered a bit.

Tommy- “ what if I’m his emergency contact!?” He exclaimed as he showed the doctor Mike's phone. He pulled out his ID to verify his name for the doctor. 

Doctor- “I’m gonna let you sit with him but please don’t touch him or try to wake him. When he wakes up let us know immediately, okay?” She said looking around to make sure no one could see. 

Tommy- “thank you so much he said, whipping a tear from his cheek as he opened the door to the small room. Mike was off to the left side of the room, there were other beds but he was the only one there at the moment. He was knocked out, sleeping on the pillows they stacked under him to keep him upright. His arm was in a sling and wrapped in cast. His forehead had a big gash on it. But a few small stitches were placed over the wound to close it up. 

Tommy sat and stared at his lover. He was shocked and terrified but so relieved to see him there, safe in a bed. Tommy waited and waited and waited. Hours had gone by, his stomach rumbled but he couldn’t leave Mike's side, he wouldn’t. 

Night came and Tommy had passed out in the small chair next to the gurney Mike was laying on. The lights were dimmed in the hallway and the hospital fell quiet. A nurse checked in the two every few hours. Around 3am Mike started to rustle around in bed. He opened his eyes and looked around in disbelief. Not knowing where he was or what had happened. He began to panic as he looked down to see his arm in a sling. His head hurt a bit and he was a little dizzy but he looked to his right and saw Tommy, curled up in a ball, sleeping on the small chair. Tommy couldn’t believe he was there, waiting for him. He smiled and began to cry a bit. 

Mike got out of bed and went to wake Tommy up. He stood over him and ran his fingers through Tommy’s hair. Tommy opened his eyes and jumped out of his chair. Wrapping his arms around Mike in his little white medical gown. He started to cry a bit seeing as he pressed his face into his neck. 

Mike-“ it’s alright, I’m alright” Mike said as the two embraced for another few seconds. 

Tommy- “I’m so glad you’re okay. You got hit from the side by a car. I’m so happy you’re alive. I… I don't know what I would do if something happened to you.” He said, still pushing his face against Mike’s body, trying to hide the tears. 

Mike- “come here” he said as he pulled Tommy’s face toward him and kissed him slowly and gently. “Thanks for coming to stay with me.” He said, smiling down at Tommy. Both their eyes bloodshot from tearing up. 

Tommy pulled away and whipped his eyes with his coat sleeve. 

Tommy-“ you have to get back in bed.. the ugh. I have to let the nurse know you woke up. So… ya know just lay back down and I’ll go get them.” I’ll be right back. 

Mike got back into bed and Tommy returned with a nurse within a minute or so. 

The nurse greeted Mike and explained what had happened. She shared the police report with Mike, which explained that his car was totaled and that the other driver was also treated at the hospital for minor injuries. The report indicated that the other driver  ran a red light and he was insured so that was good for replacing his car. His arm however was broken and he needed to do a car scan to make sure the concussion wasn’t more serious. 

After about an hour or so, Mike returned from his tests and got back into bed. Tommy was waiting in the room still, scrolling in his phone, exhausted. 

Tommy-"Are you hungry?” He asked as he got up and patted Mike on his belly. 

Mike-“ I’m fucking starving bro. Can you go find us some food?” 

Tommy-“ I’ll be back in no time okay. Any preferences??” He asked as he walked toward the door. 

Mike-“ a lot of food whatever it is.” 

Tommy ran down to the food court. It actually had a few options but most of the storefronts were closed because it was about 4:30 am at this point and there was a Taco Bell right outside across the street that was open. Tommy ordered about $75 worth and returned with two massive bags of food to Mike’s room. 

Mike-“ Jesus bro, you really heard me huh?” He joked as he grabbed a bag and started to dig around. 

The two absolutely inhaled the fast food in silence. They stiffed themselves until they both felt ill actually. Tommy threw in the towel much earlier than Mike but eventually he too was too full to continue. 

Mike-“ thanks man, I really really cannot tell you how much it means for you to be here” he said earnestly. 

Tommy-“ nothing would stop me from being here.” He said as he got up and ran his fingers through Mike’s chlorine crusted hair. “You still stick to chlorine” he teased as he continued to okay with Mike’s hair. 

Mike-“ fuck! The team. I’m.. I’m not going to be able to swim. My scholarship will be suspended. Bro… what am I going to do.” He said frantically 

Tommy-“ hey hey, easy! We will figure it out. We can talk to the dean and the coaches I’m sure they will understand and who knows, you might heal up quick! He said reassuringly 

The doctor came in sometime after and explained that his tests came back fine and he can be released immediately. He was advised to stay away from loud noise and bright lights for a few days and that his arm would be much slower to heal. About two months with physical therapy until he could swim again. 

Mike was heartbroken. That scholarship was getting him through school with minimal loans. He didn’t know what he was going to do if he got dropped. He’d have to take out much more money to pay tuition and to live off until graduation. There was also the issue of insurance. The crappy school insurance he had only covered 80% of the cost of the hospital visit. Tommy offered to pay for the rest and insisted that it was not an option for Mike to say no. They left the hospital exhausted and saddened by the news of Mike’s possible termination from the team. 

Mike returned to school and talked to his coaches. They agreed to keep him on the team for the rest of the semester as an assistant to the team but in the spring semester they would have to replace him. That would mean he would lose his scholarship for the last semester he had before graduation. He was devastated. He barely talked to Tommy for a week afterward. Since the semester was midway through, his dues for the following semester were coming up any week now. He researched loans but the interest rates were horrendous for someone with almost no credit. 

Tommy had talked to his dad to do something and he said he would try to pull some strings. A few weeks later, Tommy got a call from his father. “Your friend's tuition is no longer an issue,” he said. “The financial office should send a letter soon letting him know that it will not be an issue.” He said. Tommy thanked him generously. 

Tommy didn't mention it to Mike. He wanted him to read it for himself. Mike got the email a few days later that his tuition and fees were all taken care of until his graduation at the end of the spring semesters 

Mike-“ did you do this?? How did you do this??” He yelled as he barged into Tommy’s room. Tommy was laying on his bed but shot up and walked over to Mike who was holding up his computer. 

Tommy-“ I don’t know what you’re talking about bro? I have no idea how that could have happened.” He said with a smirk on his face. 

Mike-“ did you pay it?  I can’t let you pay it Tommy!” 

Tommy-“ no dude I swear I didn’t pay it! I may have ya know… mentioned it to my dad who is a major donor to this school, I don’t know.” He shrugged as he got back onto his bed. 

Mike ran over and jumped on him, pinning him down with his weight, his arm still in a cast. 

Mike-“ I fucking love you bro” he said as he planted a fat wet kiss on Tommy’s lips. 

Tommy-“ someone’s going to catch us” he said smiling back at Mike. 

Mike- “ fuckem” 

[piggy761]

Padded with an inflatable belly (but hardly inflated) this is how I need to look

[piggy761]

F(r)at boy 4/5

F(r)at boy

Part IV

The final days of the semester came and went quickly, it was like a tornado, just chaos everywhere. The ceremony drew big crowds from parents and friends. Mikeʻs dad attended and Tommyʻs parents were there too. It was an emotional goodbye to the other brothers in Delta Chi as the graduating seniors passed the reins to the next arriving seniors, a tale as old as the college itself. Mike was sad to see all his friends go but he could not keep his mind from wandering as he imagined what he and Tommy would be getting into on their little vacation together. And after, the two would hopefully get an apartment together and he would probably watch himself expand as Tommy stuffed him fat, unabated by lurking roommates or family. 

It made Mike's heart flutter to think of how they would grow together, how close they would become, how their love would bloom and change and hopefully bring them to places they had never been before. Maybe it would even lead to them coming out together as a couple, officially. 

The two decided to take a road trip from Boston to Miami after saying goodbye to family and friends post graduation. Tommy insisted that Mike grow out his thick dark mustache for the trip, he said it made Mike look like a daddy. Mike reluctantly obliged since he had always kept a clean trimmed face, his little double chin plus the thick bushy mustache turned out to be the perfect combination to make Tommyʻs heart and cock throb. Mike had gotten plump from the immense amount of partying and eating he had participated in over the last few weeks. He had to buy a whole new wardrobe as he gave up on the prospect that he would ever be skinny enough to fit into 34ʻs again, or even 36ʻs for that matter. Tommy had saved a few of Mikeʻs old shirts from when he wasn't so plump. He had a big surprise packed away for his expanding boyfriend. 

Tommy drove the first half and the two were so tired by the time they got to South Carolina that they called it a night in a little chain hotel and got up early to finish the drive. Tommy had arranged the hotel beforehand and was stunned as they arrived at their resort in hot and humid Miami. Mike stepped out of Tommyʻs truck and was immediately covered in sweat, his shirt beginning to cling to his round pot belly and muscular/ fatty man tits as they walked to the beach side cottage. It wasn't too far from a major tourist hub but what they really wanted was quiet privacy to explore their sexual deviancies. Wrestle around like pigs and make eachother cum endlessly as Tommy forced Mike to fatten up bigger and bigger with each passing day.

Mike- “ I hope this place has AC, i'm gonna be a mess if not” he laughed, pulling his shirt off his wet body. 

Tommy- “we're gonna get sweaty anyway fatboy.” he said, grabbing Mike's fat love handle spilling over his tight shorts as he swayed toward the door. The place was sweet, it was right on the ocean with a big king bed and a few small amenities. Like a large studio apartment on the beach. Mike entered the air conditioned bungalow and stripped down to his underwear. He stood in front of the AC vent, closing his eyes to enjoy the freezing cold air. Tommy could barely contain himself. He ran over to Mike and grabbed him around the waist. 

Tommy- “ I'm going to pack you with food until you're ready to burst. By the end of this week, you're going to be huge.” grabbing his wet furry stomach spilling a few inches over his stretchy underwear. His cock began to swell as he felt his lover's round belly jiggle and bounce as he played with Mike’s tubby body.

Mike- “ fuck bro, look how big youʻve already made me, im busting out of my 36ʻs. How big do you want me?” he moaned as he placed his hands over Tommyʻs as the two men waddled backward toward the bed. Tommy threw Mike on the bed, watching his fat ripple through him. 

Tommy- “ I have a surprise for you, fatboy” he said as he pulled over his heavy suitcase and began to unzip it. He pulled out two cases of Boost and a mask like contraption with a funnel attached to the top. 

Mike- “The fuck is that thing? It looks like a medieval torture device.” he blurted out. 

Tommy- “ it's a strap on funnel, it goes in your mouth and straps to your head. I'm gonna turn you into a human balloon with this thing.” he said devilishly. 

Tommy had also packed a douche, some lube and some bondage cord that he had been practicing with so he knew what he was doing when the time came to tie up his hog and fatten him until he was ready to burst. 

Mike- “fuck bro, thatʻs so fucking hot. Should we get to it?” he asked enthusiastically, putting his hands in front of him like he was being arrested. 

Mike- “tie me up and make me your pig” he begged. 

Tommy- “I have one more surprise, fatboy” as he reached into his luggage and pulled out the shirt Mike had worn on his birthday dinner, the one he was bursting out of about 20 lbs ago. “I'm gonna stuff you into this thing and fatten you out of it”

Mike- “ fuck. That is not going to fit around this tank bro.” Grabbing at his round belly and shaking it in Tommy’s face. 

Tommy- “we will see, big guy.” grabbing Mikeʻs hairy stomach, pulling his underwear and stripping his pig naked. 

Tommy wrapped his mouth around Mike’s cock and began to suck him off, burying his face in Mike’s healthy bush. It didn't take long for them to both empty their nuts on eachother. They opted to save the feeding and fucking for a later day. They were rather hungry after their quick hookup and went to the main resort area to find food. Tommy was determined to make sure Mike was stuffed like a sausage the entire trip. They found a beach side bar, ordered beers and a ridiculous amount of food. Tommy made sure Mike ate every crumb as he teased, poked and prodded his sexy man at the tiki style tropical bar. They stayed there until dinner, enjoying beers, some more food and each other's company in the warm, humid air. Mike looked inflated by the time they got up to leave. Tommy was impressed by Mike's capacity but he knew he would be testing the fat man's limits this week. They got back to their private little cottage, decided to strip down naked and jump in the ocean. It was dark and the calm warm water was barely splashing on the white sand beach. Tommy watched Mike run toward the water of their private little oasis by the water, he threw his heavy body in the water and swam around for a while. Tommy quickly followed, He caught up with his beefy lover, pulling him close in the shallows of the sea. The two men started passionately exchanging kisses, feeling each other's bodies in the salty, sandy beach break. Eventually they tired themselves out, headed back inside and washed off together, jerking off to each other in the large tiled stand up shower. Mike busted a huge load that splattered on Tommyʻs thick thighs. They laid down, Mike still firmly plump from dinner, and watched a movie in bed as Tommy caressed Mike's large, hairy body. 

The next day they woke up and did it all over again. They were so horny for each other that if they stayed in the cottage too long, they would end up emptying their balls on or in each other so they decided to head into town and explore. Tommy drove the two down to Maimi to see all the tourist attractions, they got a huge breakfast, walked around, got drinks, walked around some more and eventually ate lunch and returned home. Mike watched Tommy strip down to enter the bathroom and shower.

Mike- “Hey bro, I want to put my penis in your ass today. You down?”

Tommy- “ let's do it! I gotta clean out though. I've never ugh... never done this before so give me some time.” he explained, grabbing the douche from his luggage and scurrying off to the bathroom. 

After a good 15 minutes, Tommy emerged from the bathroom, ready to go. 

Tommy- “ let's do this big boy.” Jumping on Mike who was laying on his back, watching the tv in bed. 

Mike- “were going to take this nice and slow, really slow. Okay?” 

Tommy- “yes please! Don't pound my ass in the first minute of it being in. I read you gotta go super slow on the way in. ”

Mike- “This is my first time fucking a guy too so were just gonna talk and work through it together. And if you're done, we will be done.”

Tommy- “okay, yeah lets do it.” he said before kissing his big bear. 

Mike flipped naked Tommy on his back, his cock already semi chubbed from the view. Mike pulled Tommy toward the edge of the bed and grabbed the lube from the end table. He smiled at Tommy before lifting his thick muscular legs and getting a good view of Tommyʻs meaty ass and hole. His thighs were pressed into his torso, making him look even thicker than he already was. Tommy puckered his bright pink starfish, he had shaved most of his balls and taint but his hole had some hair surrounding it, Mike squirted a liberal amount of lube on his hands and began to massage it into his fingers. 

Mike- “I am going to loosen you up first, for a while actually. Let me know how it feels, alright?” 

Tommy- “Did you trim your fingernails??!!” he yelled nervously. “I read online that you want to trim your nails really well before, ya know.” 

Mike- “Yes, yes they are trimmed. “ he said chuckling with his bushy dark mustache. 

Mike started to rim Tommy with his index finger, just around his hole, playing with the idea of entering him. He then started to press on it, barely breaching Tommyʻs tight orifice. Tommy moaned slightly from the light ass play. Mike began to very slowly and gently insert his finger into Tommy, causing Tommy to squirm a bit and moan louder. 

Mike- “You okay bro? How's this feel?” 

Tommy- “It's good, ahhh it feels... good its just, I feel so vulnerable in this position, like an animal at the vet or something.” he said, barely able to complete the sentence before breaking into hard laughter

The two cackled from the comment, Mike eventually gathered himself and continued inserting himself into Tommy until he was at his knuckle.He started storks his own cock as he felt Tommy’s warmth on his finger. He stayed there for a bit, feeling Tommy’s hole pucker around his knuckle like a chinese finger trap. Mikeʻs cock began to stiffen and leak pre cum. He watched Tommy squirm a bit and liked the power he held over his lover. He enjoyed the vulnerability, the dominance he possessed in the action of penetrating another man. 

Mike decided to test out a second finger, he pulled his index out slowly and applied more lube, warming it up before attempting to insert his index and ring finger into Tommy. Mike pushed and watched Tommyʻs eyes go wide.

Tommy- “ fuck!! Oh fuck thats. WOW! That feels big.” he said loudly.

Mike- “ I'm trying out two fingers, want me to drop back down to one??”

Tommy- “No, no just go slow! Really slow.” grabbing his knees and pulling his thick thighs close. His cock was still hard and sticky with precum that was smearing over his little treasure trail and lean stomach. 

Mike returned his fingers to their positions, he pushed super slowly into Tommy with both his fingers, watching the muscular man release his legs and grab at the sheets. He forced himself deeper and deeper into Tommy for a few minutes, increasing his depth just a centimeter or two per minute, He could feel Tommy begin to loosen up. He heard Tommy moan, the way he moaned when he was nearly ready to cum. He could see Tommy was growing harder too, the site of his dick swelling made Mike feral as he pressed on until he had two fingers into the knuckle. He sat there for a bit, playing around wiggling his appendages inside Tommy to stimulate his prostate which he read online was supposed to “feel like your massaging an eyeball over the eyelid just inside the anus”. He felt it, and began to slowly pull out his two fingers and reinsert them, out and in, out and in. He continued this, seeing Tommy enjoying it and decided it was time. 

Mike- “Okay buddy, i'm gonna put on a condom and lube up, are you ready.” he asked, slowly pulling himself out of Tommy

Tommy- “Fuck me, fatboy.”

Mike- Alright, i'm coming in” he said, as he rubbed a generous amount of lube on his stiff rubber wrapped cock. He positioned himself on the bed above Tommy, pushing Tommyʻs thick muscular legs back toward his chest as he leaned over. Tommy watched Mikeʻs big hairy stomach swell forward as he leaned toward him. Tommy felt Mike's hard prick meet his tight hole. He gasped as the head began to stretch him, forcing its way deeper. Mikeʻs eyes moved from Tommyʻs puckered asshole to his beet red face as he inserted himself very, very slowly. 

Tommy- “ FUCK, oh my god, fuck Mike. You feel so fucking big” he yelled, as he grabbed for Mikeʻs arms.

Mike- ʻYou okay babe?” he blurted out. 

Tommy- “I know you're going slow but holy fuck it feels like you sticking a soda can in me.” 

Mike laughed and reached down to caress Tommyʻs hard, wet cock, he gripped it and began to stroke it as he continued his advancement into his beefy lover. 

Tommy- “Fuck, oh FUCK, oh wow, fuck me that feels... so good.” he moaned as Mike inserted himself about half way in. 

Mike began to drop his weight on Tommy, forcing his cock down further and further until his hairy pubes met Tommyʻs ass cheeks. He stopped and waited for a minute, leaning down to meet Tommyʻs face.

Mike- “That's all of me” he whispered 

Tommy- “Fuck me, your fat gut is pressing on my cock, bro. It feel so fucking good. I feel like I'm close to cuming” he whimpered. 

Mike pressed his lips together with Tommyʻs, driving his tongue into Tommyʻs mouth. His rugged mustache tickled Tommyʻs face as the two became lost in one another. 

Tommy- “Fuck me, big boy. Fuck me” he demanded

Mike grabbed Tommy by the back of his thighs, spread his legs out to the side and began to slowly pull out.

Tommy- “ FUUUUCK, oh my fucking god bro, oh fuck. fuck, fuck” he yelled. 

Mike- “ what?! Are you good?” he asked, concerned a bit.

Tommy- “It feels like youʻre sucking my organs out of me, it feels so good but go slower!” he chuckled in pain and pleasure.

Mike laughed and slowly inserted himself, then out slowly, then in slowly and repeated this for a few revolutions until it became a constant stroke. Tommy was gripping the sheets with white fists, his chest and face were blushed, his eyes closed as Mike slowly fucked him. 

Mike- “Babe, look at me” he demanded

Tommy looked up, he saw Mike, slightly sweaty, buried in his ass. His big round belly positioned between Tommy’s spread thighs. Mike smiled down at him with the 70ʻs porn stache as he thrust himself into his beefy lover. Tommy could feel every vein on Mikeʻs cock as he slid in and out of him. It was like a fucking dream. 

Tommy- “Fuck, oh fuuuuck. This so fucking hot, bro” he moaned, grabbing at Mikeʻs hairy stomach and giving it a slap. 

Mike leaned forward, allowing his big belly to spread over Tommyʻs crotch. 

Tommy- “fuck me fatboy, youre getting so big. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. You look so fucking good. Fuck youʻre gonna make me cum.”

Mike- “fuck thats so hot, im close too.”

Tommy- “ dont stop, fuck, whatever you do, donʻt stop. Fuck me big boy” he grunted as Mike leaned forward and began to thrust his hips into Tommyʻs big cheeks. The two moaned as Mike slowly pounded his lover. Mikeʻs belly was sandwiching Tommyʻs cock between the two men's torsos. He could feel Tommyʻs pre cum on his hairy gut as he moved up and down with each stroke, which created a suction on Tommyʻs wet prick.

Tommy- “I'm gonna cum, bro. Fuck, oh fuck me, dont stop! I'm gonna cum!!” He yelled as Mike leaned back and watched Tommyʻs cock spew what seemed like a gallon of hot semen all over his abs and beefy chest. Tommy cried out in ecstasy as he emptied himself on his torso while Mike continued to thrust into his tight hole. Mike slowly pulled himself out of Tommy, he ripped the condom off and began to jerk off over his cum covered lover. He felt his fat stomach jiggle as he violently pulled at his wet, sensitive prick for a few seconds before spraying Tommy with another wave of hot, wet liquid. Mike grunted loudly as the last spurt of cum dripped out of his head and onto tommyʻs still hard cock. 

Tommy- “Fuckme, that was ... the hottest thing I have ever done, in my life” he said, panting under Mike. 

Mike- “ I made you cum without even touching your cock. That was so fucking hot.” he said, pulling himself off the bed and grabbing a towel to wipe Tommy off.

The two sat on the bed next to each other in silence for a moment, taking it all in. Tommy grabbed Mikeʻs hand and leaned over to kiss him. He felt his legs shaking a bit. His hole was sore and his cock was still stiff. He was in ecstacy. 

Tommy- “fuck me like that everyday for the rest of my fucking life, fatboy” he whispered jokingly. 

Mike- “ gladly” he responded, returning to his buddies face to plant a fat kiss on Tommy’s lips.

The two barely had enough energy to shower and just passed out naked on the bed next to each other. After a few hours of sleeping they got up and decided to go get dinner and some drinks. Mike had found a bear bar nearby and wanted to try it out, Tommy was happy to oblige. They got washed up and dressed and made their way into an Uber toward the city. They decided to eat first at a nice Mexican restaurant, Tommy made Mike order two entrees and made sure he ate every bite. Mike was wearing a loose fitting Hawaiian shirt that was unbuttoned down to the top of his round belly, the night was warm and a shimmer of sweat glistened on Mikeʻs chest as Tommy watched his man stuff himself full from across the table. The bar was just a few blocks away and the two walked through the busy streets of Miami. They entered and Tommy knew immediately that Mike was in trouble. Every pair of eyes in the bar were glued to Mike and his beefy form. 

They sat down at the bar, Mikeʻs tight shorts and round stomach made his love handles look big and plump from the back as his shirt hugged his torso tight. Tommy kept his hand on Tommyʻs thigh all night, men approached and introduced themselves, they flirted and touched but Mike just accepted the free drinks and stayed close by. His shirt was tight around his full stomach even when he stood up, even with an XL on, Mike was a big boy now, there was no hiding his girth. The two got drunk and laughed and teased each other, Mike questioned him about who he thought was hot in the dark, loud bar. They sized up other guys for fun and eventually, Tommy got Mike on the crowded dance floor, they grinded and rubbed up on each other. Tommy unbuttoned Mikeʻs shirt, revealing his lover's fat, full belly to the dancefloor. It felt good to be out and open in public with Mike, to show him off a bit, let the world see what he was taking home that night. 

They got drunk and hornier as the night went on, Tommy was admiring Mike's sweaty torso and noticed his cock was half chubbed in the tight blue shorts he had on. His big round belly bounced as he danced in front of Tommy, leaning in for a drunken smooch. It was time to head home so they paid the tab, got an Uber, and headed back to the beach cottage. The driver attempted to convince them that Miami doesnt sleep and that there were clubs the two of them could go to that would be “open all night”, but Tommy had very specific plans when they got home. 

The two arrived at their rental, stumbled in the door and Mike immediately threw his heavy body on the bed. Tommy went for the mini fridge, cracking a beer and bringing Mike some leftovers they had taken home earlier that morning from the resort bar. The cold to go box contained some french toast, bacon and a big helping of old hashbrowns. 

Mike- “fuck yes!  I'm starving bro”

Tommy- “sit on the chair for me” he ordered.

Mike got up and moved the lazy boy chair in the corner of the room. He started stuffing his face with the leftovers, not even bothering to grab a fork. Tommy dropped to his knees in front of Mike and began to unbutton the shirt that covered his meaty torso.utton by button, Tommy revealed Mike’s fat body. His stomach spilled wildly over his waistband as he shoved fistfulls of food into his greedy mouth.  

Mike- “bro, im so nasty and sweaty right now, shouldn’t I shower?.” he asked with a mouth full of food, some of which was stuck in his bushy facial hair. 

Tommy- “keep eating fatboy, don’t forget to was it down with this beer” he ordered. 

Tommy rubbed Mikeʻs tight gut, he admired the heft as it spilled over his tight shorts and black leather belt. Tommy tugged at the fabric and got his fingers under Mikeʻs heavy belly to undo the belt and unbutton the pants. Mike leaned back in the chair, pieces of Hash Brown and powdered sugar littered his mustache as he slapped his belly and burped loudly.

Mike- “fuck, im getting fat. You’re a bad influence.” he said drunkenly as he reached for the beer, chugged a few gulps and burped loudly. 

Tommy pulled Mike’s shorts down to his thighs and began to tug at Mikeʻs semi hard cock. He watched Mike’s eyes glaze over as the fatboy began to submit to his true himbo form. Tommy dropped his head toward Mike’s crotch and buried his face in Mike's sweaty crotch, taking in his musk and teasing the pigs manhood as it swelled under his hairy gut. Tommy began to suck his lover off. Mike leaned his head back in ecstasy as he went to put down the half full box of leftovers. 

Tommy- “There's more left in there, keep eating” he demanded as he lifted Mikeʻs heavy stomach just to drop it and watch it bounce in his lap. 

Mike- “fuck bro, im full” he whined

Tommy- “Keep eating and I'll keep sucking, big boy.” 

Mike picked the box back up and began to grab the food with his fingers and shove it into his greedy mouth. Tommy dropped his mouth back into Mikeʻs prick and began to suck. Crumbs of shredded potato escaped Mikeʻs fingers on the way to his mouth and fell on the belly shelf that had formed as he grew fatter. Mike ate and Tommy sucked. 

Mike- “ fuck bro, im... BUUURP.. done” he said as he put the box down. “ I'm getting close babe” he whimpered as Tommy began to quicken his pace. Tommy buried his face into the man's crotch, taking his scent into his nostrils as Mike unloaded into his throat. Tommy struggled not to gag as he felt the hot cum pour down his digestive track. 

Mike- “fuuuuuck baby, I gotta lay down.” Mike said as Tommy wiped his mouth.

Tommy- “sleep it off fatboy” as he got up, slapping Mikeʻs tight stomach and helping him undress and get into bed. 

The two woke up the next morning pretty hungover, Tommy woke up first and could still smell Mikeʻs musk on his face and hands. It made him so horny that he jerked himself off right next to Mike who was still asleep. 

Tommy got up and showered, his head a little sore but nothing he wasnʻt used to. He got dressed without waking Mike and left to get breakfast for them both. He decided to get a massive order of scrambled eggs, bacon and hashbrowns since they went down so well last night. He also stopped at a nearby bakery on the way home and got two coffees and a dozen donuts which he was looking forward to stuffing into his hot boytoy.

Tommy pulled up at the cottage, hopped out of the truck and entered the door to find Mike awake, scrolling on his phone. His belly was defying gravity as it rose and fall with each breathe. He looked over at Tommy with tired, hungover eyes which panned down to the massive bag of food. 

Mike- “food!?” he asked enthusiastically 

Tommy- “Oof course,a fucking pile of it too. I figured we could lounge around all day, I could stuff you like a pig and swim and tan.” 

Mike- “that sounds like heaven.” 

Tommy served Mike in bed, making sure he barely had to lift a finger. He layed out all the foods and the donuts and let Mike go at it. He watched Mike devour most of it. Tommy got a donut, a few slices of bacon and some hashbrowns and Mike ate the rest in a disgusting and beautiful display of gluttony. He finished everything with the exception of a few donuts. He leaned back and patted his distended stomach. 

Mike- “bro, im going to be a fucking blimp leaving here. I can feel myself getting bigger day by day. You're a bad influence man.” he said, holding his round stomach in his arms. 

Tommy grabbed the box of donuts and set it on his lap and he moved closer to Mike. He picked one up and held it up to Mikeʻs plump lips. 

Tommy- “I have no idea what youʻre talking about, bro” he teased as Mike opened his mouth reluctantly. Tommy forced the donut into him bite by bite until nothing was left but the sugar on Tommyʻs fingers. Mike moaned a bit and leaned his head back on the head board. 

Tommy- “I'm gonna go for a swim, come join me when you're ready, big guy.” patting his lover's big gut before getting up, setting the leftover donuts on the nightstand and stripping down to change into his swim trunks. Tommy somehow had maintained his beefy and muscular figure this entire relationship which both of them were astonished by. He filled out the tight pink shorts perfectly and his big thick ass ate up the back of them like a sportswear ad. 

Mike- “ fuck Tommy, you look so fucking good.” 

Tommy- “ thanks big guy, right back at ya.”

Tommy went for a dip in the ocean just a few yards from their little cottage. It really was a private beach, it felt like they were totally alone. Mike eventually got himself out of bed, cleaned himself up and joined Tommy outside. They lathered up in sunscreen and listened to music as they tanned and swam and repeated. It was divine to just fuck off and sit in the sun.

Several hours had passed and Mike was getting hungry again. 

Mike- “I'm gettin kinda hungry man. Are you hungry?” 

Tommy- “I'm okay for now... but I wanna try something.” he said with an evil grin.

Mike- “What’s that look for??”he said, smiling back. 

Tommy- “I want to tie you up and stuff you. You in?”

Mike- “Fuck yeah, that sounds hot!” 

The two made their way inside, Tommy motioning for Mike to sit in one of the two dining room chairs that was across the room next to the front door. Tommy threw an old towel down on the floor, just in case it got messy.

Tommy- “Aright, strip fatboy!” he demanded. Mike followed directions and dropped his shorts to the ground. “Put this one, carefully because you've gained a lot of weight since it was last worn,” he said, handing him the shirt he wore on his birthday several months ago. 

Mike shook his head with doubt as he pulled the shirt over his head and attempted to slide his arms into their respective holes. Just this task was troubling. Mikeʻs arms had gotten much larger with muscle and fat, he got the shirt on but it looked like he was going to rip the sleeves. Tommy pulled the ends of the shirt toward the center of Mike's beefy torso. He began by pulling the shirt up to his meaty pecs and buttoning the ends together from the bottom up. It didnʻt make sense to Mike until the whole thing was buttoned and Tommy asked Mike to suck it in. He slide the buttoned blouse down the fat man's torso until it nearly reached his waist.

Tommy- “Now let your belly out slowly, fatboy. We don't want to pop these buttons just yet” he teased. 

Mike exhaled slowly, looking down as his big round belly pushed further and further out until every button on the short was intensely strained. His chest was the most likely to burst but the bottom three buttons surrounding his chubby stomach were not safe either.

Tommy- “ Now sit down slowly, try not to lean forward too much so the shirt stays intact... for now.” he said as he pulled the bondage rope from the bag. 

Mike followed commands and did as he was told. He managed to sit his fat ass down on the chair, looking like 10 pounds of sausage stuffed into a 5 pound casing. 

Mike- “fuck bro, this is so tight. Itʻs gonna bust soon” 

Tommy was getting hard watching Mike sit there, stuffed into a tight shirt with his hairy dick and balls resting on the wooden seat. He wanted to just drop to his knees and take Mike right there but this was going to be a slow burn for them both. Tommy ordered Mike to put his hands behind his back and walked behind him. He began to bind Mike up, just like he had rehearsed back at home, in private. Mike grew hard as he felt Tommy tighten the soft ropes around his wrists. Tommy secured Mike's hands and ran the roped down, under the seat and back up around Mikeʻs hairy thighs. He wrapped them tight once and then ran the remainder of the rope up to Mikeʻs beefy chest. The thick red cordage crossed Mike's torso right under his perky man breasts and up to his shoulders where Tommy tied it behind Mikeʻs shoulder blades.

Tommy- “ how's that feeling, everything tight but comfy?” he questioned as he inspected his bound pig.  He noticed Mike was hard as a rock now, his prick trying to escape his fat underbelly and furry fupa of chub and hair. 

Mike- “ yeah it feels good. Bro, this is so hot already”

Tommy- “someone is excited” he teased as he leaned down and grabbed Mike's dickhead, making him jolt forward but the restraint had him nicely bound to the back of the chair.  “Ohhhhh this is gonna be fun” he said with a smile, walking back to his bag to grab the mask. 

Tommy pulled the black plastic mask from the bag and took it in the bathroom to give it  a rinse. He tried it on himself in the mirror, turning himself on a bit. He washed it again and brought it out to his bound friend. 

Tommy- “ Now, you're probably not going to be able to talk to me while this thing is one. Let's play safe and establish some rules. Shake your head to the left and right like you're saying no and the mask comes off immediately, no questions. If and when you're done and want to be untied, I will free you. I put a quick release knot near your hands so you can tug at it and it will free you if for some reason I suddenly drop dead or something. You got it?” 

Mike- “yeah, got it.” he laughed as he smiled and chuckled a bit “ nice presentation bro, now stuff me until I bust this shirt open” 

Tommy installed the mask on Mike, he strapped it on and walked over to his suitcase to unpack the case of Boost. Tommy cracked the lids of a few of them, staring and his hard captive. 

Tommy- “You ready, fatboy?” he asked, patting Mikeʻs big belly and giving it a good grab and shake. 

Mike nodded yes and Tommy began to pour the thick, milky liquid into the funnel. He watched it fill and saw Mike start to chug. The funnel emptied and a loud gasp of air escaped and he could hear his fat pig catch his breath. Mike was dripping pre cum from the head of his dick down his shaft at this point. Tommy had positioned his naked erect cock right in front of Mike so he had a nice view as he chugged the fattening gainer shake. Tommy added another shake and watched it go down with ease. 

Tommy- “good boy” he teased, patting Mike on the side of his fat gut. He watched Mike's cock jump from the words of affirmation and heavy petting.

It really turned Tommy on to hear Mike sort of gasp for air in between the shakes, he moaned a bit as the third and fourth shake made their way into his expanding stomach. After the last of the liquid made its way down Mikeʻs throat, he went to adjust himself and the button around his chest burst off, hitting the floor with *ping* sound. Breathe heavily as he moaned a bit. He picked the button up of the floor and showed Mike

Tommy- “One down, four more to go, fatboy. Feeling full yet?” he asked innocently. 

Mike moaned and shook his head yes.

Tommy- “good, lets keep them coming, shall we?” he teased, cracking another four boosts and placing them on the table. There were only four more shakes left after these. He began to pour two at a time, watching it drain into his beefy loverʻs belly. Mike chugged loudly as Tommy poked and prodded him like a county fair pig. 

Tommy- “youʻre swelling up big boy. I can see you getting bigger. You feel tight, like a balloon.” he teased.

Mike whimpered as he finished off those and was immediately met with two more. They went down slower this time. Tommy was watching the gaps between Mikeʻs buttons grow bigger, revealing his hairy treasure trail down to his wet prick. As the last few gulps were spiraling in the funnel, Tommy watched the middle button that was just above Mikeʻs deepening belly button burst off and go flying across the room, it started a chain reaction that led to the button right above that one to burst just seconds later. Mike whimpered a bit as he struggled to consume the final gulp. He moaned loudly as his gut surged forward to accommodate the new space. 

Tommy- “Holy fuck that was so hot, I could fucking cum right now fatboy, youre like a balloon! You're doing great piggy.  Can I pack a few more in??” he asked, rubbing Mikeʻs distended gut in circles. Mike whimpered loudly, taking a moment to answer. Tommy dropped to his knees to worship his expanding lover. His cock was red with frustration. Tommy was afraid that if he wrapped his lips around it, or even touched it at, all, Mike would cum. So he kissed his tight stomach gently, and played with Mike's hairy nuts, trying his best to avoid his sensitive dick head. He did get some of Mike's gooey pre cum on his hand and began to lick it off.

Tommy- “mhmmm you taste sweet, big boy. Ready for more??” 

Mikeʻs eyes grew tired, he reluctantly nodded yes as Tommy cracked just one more shake, he was only going to try and get maybe this one and another one at most into the pig, he could tell he was reaching his limit. Tommy poured the thick shake down and watched Mikeʻs Adam's apple bob up and down as he slowly, painfully chugged and chugged and chugged. The last button holding the shirt together on Mike’s belly was aiming downward as it hugged Mikeʻs furry underbelly which was sitting nicely in Mikeʻs lap. It was so close to popping it looked like it could make a creaking noise. As the last of the shake was forced into Mikeʻs tight gut, the funnel cleared and Mike let out a massive gasp for air. He burped loudly through the tube connected to his mouth and the sudden jolt made his belly surge forward a bit forcing the last button to burst off the shirt in a dramatic final act. 

Tommy- “Good boy, such an obedient fatty.” he teased, grabbing Mikeʻs hairy underbelly with his whole palm, lifting it to feel its mass and dropping it back down a few times. 

Mike moaned and groaned, hiccups had taken over and he did his best to lean back to accommodate his heft. 

Tommy- “have you had your fill?” 

Mike nodded yes and Tommy removed the funnel. 

Mike- “ ughhhh bro. *BUURP*” he could barely talk. He let out a few words here and there but most of his communication at this point was with burps and hiccups. His eyes were low and his head heavy. 

Tommy -” I want to suck your cock so hard right now but you look like you're ready to bust at any second.” 

Mike- Ughh, Iʻm so close bro, if you touch it I will unload” 

Tommy- “fuck, youʻre so fucking hot man. I can't get enough of you.” 

Mike- “I feel like I'm going to pop. I look huge!” he gasped, looking down at his massive round ball gut. 

Tommy- “You know, you never finished those donuts from earlier, iIl bet you got some room left in that tank.” he said, grabbing the box and bringing the remaining two donuts to Mike. 

Mike- “ fuck, man! *BUUURP* how much bigger are you gonna make me?? Im tgoo stuffed, bro.” he moaned

Tommy- “I want you much bigger” he teased. Rubbing his thumb on Mike's wet dickhead, making Mike gasp in pleasure. Tommy used the opportunity to shove one of the two remaining donuts into his fat friend's mouth. 

Mike grunted and cried out as Tommy pushed the whole sugary treat into his bound pig's mouth, he watched it fill his chubby cheeks as Mike slowly but surely began to chew.

Tommy- “That's it fatboy, chew and swallow, that's all you have to do. Just chew and swallow for me”. Tommy placed his hand over Mike’s mouth to keep the digary treat continued until Mike swallowed. 

Mike- “ughhh it hurts, babe. Ughh im.. So full” he moaned as he licked his sugar coated lips. 

Tommy- “make me happy, eat the last one and i'll let you cum.” 

Tommy brought the last donut to Mikeʻs sugar coated lips. His mustache had bits of the  pink frosting donut stuck in it. Mikeʻs breathing was short and shallow. He moaned with every breath, looking up at Tommy with desperate eyes as the sweet doughy treat touched his lips. 

Tommy gently grabbed Mikeʻs by his jaw and began to squeeze his index finger and thumb between both sides of his face to prey the fat man's mouth open.

Mike- “UGHH im gonna pop!” he whimpered in a distorted language as tommy shoved the treat into him, pushing at the bits that were swelling out of his packed mouth to force them down his throat. 

Mike moaned in agony as Tommy once again held his hand to his mouth making sure he took the whole thing down. 

Tommy- “good boy, that's my fatboy” rubbing his fat stomach gently 

Mike moaned and slowly chewed, finally swallowing the donut bit by bit until his empty mouth gasped for air. 

Mike- “No more, please no more.”  he begged. 

Tommy took a step back to admire his work. Mike looked like a balloon. So fat and plump, covered in sugar. He looked like he had swallowed a few gallons of cement. His belly had grown so big and taut that it looked like he was pregnant. His cock was twitching under the fat hairy mass. Mike was round, a human blimp. Tommy’s cock was ready to bust, he walked over to the fat pig and lifted his head so the two men were staring at each other. Tommy stroked his massive cock in Mikeʻs face and within a few seconds, he unloaded his hot seed all over his fattened up lover's face and chest. He immediately dropped to his knees and stared into Mikeʻs hairy crotch. Mikeʻs cock was being swallowed by his big round belly, it was nearly covering his manhood at this point. Tommy reached under Mike's underbelly, lifting it gently causing the fat boy to burp and moan. He tilted his head to the side, took a deep breath and dropped his mouth on Mikeʻs hairy cock, pushing his face down as far as he could. He dropped Mike's hairy gut which was nearly smothering him. Tommy was able to breathe from his nostrils as he began to suction Mikeʻs girthy, painful erection in his throat. 

Mike- “ oh fuuck, oh fuck me bro, bro!! Oh my god im gonna cum, oh fuck!” he yelled, squirming around as Tommy deepened his position in Mikeʻs crotch. He took in Mikeʻs delicious scent as Mike bucked his hips and began to spray his cum down Tommyʻs throat. It felt like drinking from a firehose. Tommy gulped and gulped and even lost some as he gagged a bit on the sheer volume that was escaping his fat friend's cock. Mike threw his hips forward once more and dropped back down to the chair he was tied to, absolutely exhausted, stuffed like a pig and drained of cum. Tommy unleashed Mike’s cock head from his tonsils and pulled his head from Mikeʻs chubby, hairy abyss. He kissed Mikeʻs swollen stomach and watched his own cum drip down Mikeʻs chest toward the ropes that still bound the fat man to the chair. 

Mike- “ I'm gonna explode.”

Tommy- “ it feels like you just did down my throat, that was like a gallon of cum. Now im fucking full bro” he teased as he went around the back of Mike, untied him and brought the pig to his feet. Mike's fuzzy balls were wet with pre cum that had ripped down his shaft. His belly was so big it threw off his center of gravity. Tommy helped his fat lover to the shower and joined him as he washed him down. Tommy grew hard again washing Mikeʻs soapy fat paunch, he gently caressed his tubby lover, holding him close as the two felt the hot water wash their sinful, devious mess down the drain. Tommy dried Mike off and watched him saunter over to bed to digest what must have been thousands upon thousands of calories. 

He joined him later, cupping Mike in his muscular body, massaging his round distended stomach as the two drifted off to sleep together.

[piggy761]

Charlie's Bet

WARNING: INCLUDES FACE SITTING AND FARTS. DON’T LIKE OR AREN’T A LEGAL ADULT?: DON’T READ!

Charlie was my best friend. We were both sophomores in high school. He was tall like me, but unlike me, he was wide and chubby, and he could barely grow facial hair at all. He also had a fat ass, whereas I had no ass whatsoever.

Charlie was a good friend. We’d met in the sixth grade, but we hadn’t become friends until I moved to his neighborhood last year. Now we were inseparable, and it was great.

Well, mostly great…

See, Charlie had a problem; he was gassy. It seemed that he was always farting, no matter where he was or who he was around. And they weren’t little farts. No, they were long and loud and smelled like a rotting skunk carcass. If he wasn’t farting, he still smelled like a fart, the stench always hanging around him.

He thought it was hilarious, and he would use his “superpower” as a weapon. Charlie was known for his perpetual farting, many classmates referring to him as “Farty Charlie”. The question I was always asked was, “How are you friends with someone who farts like that?” I had no idea of the answer.

I was his favorite person to fart on, along with his cousin Dale and our friend Kent. But I was the only one who never farted back at him. Dale and Kent could sometimes hold their own against Charlie, but I just wasn’t gassy.

It took some getting used to, but at least he had never farted directly in my face.

Yet…

The story of the bet starts the day that a pair of pretty twins moved to our school. Dale spotted them at lunch, as they sat down at a table near ours. “Ooh. Check out the new girls.”

“God, twins are so hot,” said Kent.

Charlie stared at them as he chewed his bite of burrito. “I bet you I can get their numbers.”

That made me laugh. Charlie glared at me. “What’s so funny, asshole?”

“I mean, come on. Look at them, then look at yourself,” I said.

Charlie shrugged. “Hey, ya never know. I’m betting you personally, John, that I can get there numbers.”

“Okay,” I said, severely doubting him. “What’s the wager?”

“What do you want if you win?” he asked me.

“You won’t fart on me anymore,” I proposed. “And you do my homework for a month.”

“Well, that’s no fun!” Charlie sat back and picked a bit of food out of his teeth with a fingernail. “But I’ll take it. If I win…”

Charlie thought a moment and then chuckled darkly. “If I win, you have to do whatever I say for a month.”

Oh God. That would be TERRIBLE. But there was no way he could get their numbers. Charlie had no chance in hell.

“It’s a deal,” I said. I reached across the table, and we shook on it.

Charlie watched the twins. One of them stood and picked up her tray. Charlie got up with his tray, as well. “Wish me luck.”

He let out a ripper as he walked past me, leaving me with the potent odor. I waved the gas away and turned to watch Charlie. He approached the twin and started talking. She was actually laughing. What the hell. Maybe Charlie was more charismatic than I’d thought.

The two of them dumped their trays, and Charlie walked back to their table. He got the other twin laughing, too! How was he doing this?

Oh, no. This was bad.

One twin got Post-It notes from her bag and wrote something. She handed it to Charlie, then the other twin took one, wrote something on it, and handed it to Charlie. Charlie said something else, and they laughed again. He came back to the table, and I felt like dying as he put the Post-It notes in my hand. “Two phone numbers, as promised.”

I threw them at him. “No. There’s no way.”

“Read it and weep, Johnny,” said Charlie. He rocked onto his side a moment. I couldn’t hear it, but I knew he’d farted. “I turned on the charm. You gotta do everything I say for a whole month.”

He sounded very enthusiastic about this. I felt like I was going to throw up. I imagined all the gross things Charlie would make me do. Oh my god. Why had I made this bet?

Charlie showed Dale and Kent the phone numbers, and they were chatting about them. Charlie looked at me. “You alright, buddy? You look a little pale.”

I just nodded. He smirked, knowing exactly why I looked like this.

The day was like every other day until we got onto the bus. We walked back to our usual shared seat. I usually got the aisle and him, the window, but apparently not today. Charlie stopped me. “Let me have the aisle.”

“Okay,” I said. Not sure where he was going with this. I slid into the seat, sitting down.

Charlie slid in, but he didn’t sit. He looked down at me. “I’m farting, but it’s silent. Sniff it.”

“No! That’s disgusting!” I yelled.

“I won the bet fair and square,” said Charlie. His farting rose to an audible volume. I hesitated, then I leaned forward and put my nose close to his ass. I sniffed in the deadly gas as it streamed out, immediately choking and coughing.

“Oh, come on, pussy. You’re not even in there enough,” said Charlie. I felt his big hand on the back of my head, and then my face was suddenly pushed into his jean-covered ass. A hot, silent rush of air greeted me, and I coughed again, my eyes watering. I tried to sniff, but it just smelled so bad!

Charlie let go of my head and pushed it away as he finally sat down. “Damn, dude. You gotta learn how to take a fart. Don’t worry; you’ll learn over the next month.”

“Please don’t,” I complained.

“Sorry, Johnny,” said Charlie. “The bet was that I get to tell you what to do, and I like it when you sniff my farts.”

He chuckled and let a fart go against the vinyl bus seat. He leaned to the side. “Put your hand there.”

I regrettably did as he said. Charlie sat his 260-pounds on my hand and farted again. He did this five more times on the way home. Finally, it was my stop. Charlie stood up, letting me out.

Then I realized he was following me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to your house,” said Charlie. He smiled evilly. “We’re gonna have fun!”

I didn’t want to spend time with him at my house, but hey, the stupid bet made it so that I couldn’t say no.

TO BE CONTINUED!

[piggy761]

Charlie's Bet Pt. 2

WARNING: INCLUDES FACE SITTING AND FARTS. DON’T LIKE OR AREN’T A LEGAL ADULT?: DON’T READ!

I unlocked the door to my house and came inside. Charlie came in behind me. I didn’t bother looking around or yelling; I knew no one was home. The only time I ever saw my parents was the weekend, and that was somewhat of a rarity as well.

Charlie walked past me and farted, leaving his trail of stink behind. He laughed. “You just got crop dusted!” Charlie then flopped down on my dad’s big recliner in the living room. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “Get me somethin’ to eat, will ya?”

I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking at all the leftovers. “Leftover spaghetti good?”

“Sure,” he yelled. “Got anything else to go with it?”

“There’s two pork chops, some peas, and mashed potatoes,” I answered.

“Warm it all up,” said Charlie.

So that’s what I did. I came in and put all the food on the table beside the chair with a fork, spoon, and knife. I knew for a fact that Charlie could make all this food disappear; I’d seen him eat a lot more in one sitting.

“Thank you,” said Charlie. He beckoned for me to come closer, then pointed at his ass. I bent closer to his rump. Charlie pushed my head against it and ripped a long, wet one. I was coughing when he let me go. He tore into his food like an animal while I sat down on the couch. I tried to focus on the TV, but the way Charlie ate was so gross that I couldn’t look away. Eventually, he leaned and farted, then smiled. “Come sniff that, then give me something to drink.”

I came over to the chair and bent down, hesitating and then inhaling the shitty air. It was worse than his farts on the bus and the other one I’d just smelled! Charlie laughed at the disgusted face I made. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a half-drank 3-liter of Root Beer out of the fridge. I handed it to Charlie without a glass. He screwed off the lid and tipped back the huge bottle, gulping it down. I heard his stomach bubble and expected him to burp, but then it bubbled again, the opposite way. Charlie grinned at me. “Saving ‘em up so you can get a good blasting later. Just as soon as I’m done with this food.”

Oh, God. This bet was going to ruin my life.

Charlie finally finished eating. He’d scraped every dish clean. I got up and carried his dishes to the kitchen sink, running some water over them.

I went back to the living room to find Charlie untying his shoes. “It’s too hot in here.”

He slid off the shoes, and the smell of sweaty socks filled the air. Charlie pulled his socks off and touched his feet. “Damn, that’s a lot of sweat.”

Charlie then pulled his shirt off, revealing his chubby, virtually hairless form. He threw his shirt onto the couch and sighed. “Much better. Go lay down on the couch, Johnny. Get ready for the farts.”

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked him. “You’re my best friend.”

“I know. That’s why I wanna do this.” Charlie chuckled. I lay down on the couch with my head flat against a cushion. Charlie suddenly dangled his sweaty socks over my face. I flinched. “What are you doing?!”

“Put these in your mouth,” said Charlie. “I want you to breathe it all in through your nose.”

“You’re disgusting!” I yelled.

Before I could make a move, Charlie grabbed both of my arms with one hand and sat on them. He forced the wet socks into my mouth. Oh God. The taste was worse than I’d imagined, like old cheese and grease and salt.

Charlie stood up and put a hand over my mouth. “Don’t make me force you to do something again.”

He turned around and began descending, his ass hovering over my face. It got closer and closer, then he sat down with his full weight, and I couldn’t see a thing.

The smell was like a hundred stale, rotten farts. I tried not to breathe through my nose, but I had no choice. What was the last time he’d washed these pants? What was the last time he’d washed his ass?

My nose hurt under his 260 pounds, and the TV sounded muffled. Charlie picked up his ass and then dropped it again, smushing my nose. I knew he making sure my nose was adjacent to his hole. He was disgusting.

His pants suddenly warmed against my nose, and I was breathing in a thick, fresh fart. I immediately felt sick, coughing into his ass. Charlie wiggled on top of me. “Damn, John. You’re terrible at this. Even Maddox doesn’t cough on the first one.”

Maddox was Charlie’s little brother. He was in the seventh grade, and Charlie loved to torture him with his farts. Poor kid. Now I knew what he went through.

My face vibrated with the force of another fart, this one a long ripper. I heard Charlie sigh above me. All I could smell was this new fart, stronger than the last one. I started wiggling under Charlie’s ass, desperately trying to get free. Charlie leaned forward a bit, so he wasn’t on my nose anymore. He held down my legs. “Stop squirming, jerk. I won fair and square.”

His ass still loomed in my face, the hole poised to blast more gas up my nose at any moment. I sighed in relief when Charlie stood up.

I looked to the side and breathed clean air (well, as clean as it could be with bits of Charlie’s farts hanging in it). Charlie grinned at me. “Don’t get too excited. We’re far from being done for the day.”

I looked at him questioningly. Charlie kept smiling evilly as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He pushed them down, revealing a pair of tighty-whitey’s. My eyes widened. I shook my head and screamed “no” through his sweaty socks.

“Oh, yeah,” said my almost-naked friend. I could see that the underwear were tinted yellow. Why did he never wash his clothes?

I went to get up, but Charlie quickly sat down on my chest. I struggled to breathe. Charlie repositioned himself so he was kneeling over my face, a sweaty, smelly foot to either side of my face. All I could see was his yellowed underwear, covering his fat ass. I yelled out, but it was muffled from the stupid socks that were still shoved into my mouth.

Charlie met his ass to my face and immediately let out a raging six-second fart. Two shorter farts followed, then my friend’s ass leaked more hot, silent gas.

It was a lot of farts at once, so I choked on the potent air once more, coughing. My eyes were watering, my stomach turned, and my nose actually hurt from smelling it.

“Sniff it up, John,” said Charlie.

“No way,” I mumbled past the socks into his ass.

Another fart exploded from the ass. I wanted to cry.

“Sniff!” Charlie yelled.

I still didn’t. Charlie sighed in frustration. “Damn it, John. If you don’t sniff my fucking farts, I’ll do this with nothing on. Completely. Nude. Trust me when I say you don’t want that.”

Another rush of hot, stinky air flowed out. I took a whiff and immediately coughed again. The air continued to escape his ass. How did he fart like this? There had to be something wrong with his digestive system.

“Good. Keep sniffing. It’s still going.” Charlie laughed, proud of himself.

I took little sniffs of his ass as the silent fart finally stopped. It had to be some sort of record.

“Sniff it deeper!” yelled Charlie. “I wanna hear it!”

Another loud fart, and I took on one big whiff. I immediately regretted it, wanting to throw up. The smell was so bad. He’d really outdone himself this time.

Charlie stood up again. He removed the socks from my mouth, and I took deep breaths. The air might have been laced with farts, but at least there was some oxygen.

Charlie smiled. “That was good for your first time. We’ll try it bare-assed later.”

“No!” I yelled.

“Yes!” Charlie yelled back.

I stood up, but Charlie pushed me back down. I sat there, and Charlie sat at the other end of the couch. He put his feet up beside him and turned so he was sitting sideways. Charlie pointed to his ass. “Come here.”

I regretfully lay my head down and scooted it closer to Charlie’s smelly ass. He looked down at me, pleased. “Good. This way, you’re never too far from the farts.”

I heard more air rush out, and the terrible stench met my nose once more. He sighed as I began to die inside, dreading the bare-assed farting he told me would happen later.

[piggy761]

An Office Interview (Part 3)

(Might be a bit grosser than the previous 2 parts)

Mr Brown

You stood there, hand on the entrance door handle, terrified to walk inside again, getting horrible flashbacks to your interview. Once you’d gotten home that day, it’d taken a good hour to even get close to washing the lingering stench off you. After this had happened, you’d told your stepdad that you didn’t want to go back. However, he hadn’t listened and drove you here anyway, no matter how much you begged him not to. But you were here now, and didn’t seem to have any other option. So, you took a deep breath of clean air and headed inside.

Surprisingly, the main reception area didn’t smell as bad as you were expecting, although you don’t remember it smelling that bad the day before either. As you nervously looked around the room, hoping you could sneak in and hide in the broom closet for the rest of the day, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Ahh, you’re finally here.” Called out a voice from behind you. You saw a man sat down behind a desk, with a monitor upon it, whom you slowly approached. He seemed to be as large and beefy as the other men you’d met previously. He wore a blue suit with a red tie and had brown hair that lay slickly combed atop his head. “A little late, but we’ll overlook it, as it is your first day. It says here that you’re booked with Mr Brown for today.” The man said, looking at the monitor. Booked in, were they really treating you like a piece of equipment, for their putrid gas? “Let’s hope he hasn’t stocked up on too much breakfast this morning, otherwise you might not even make it to the end of the day.” The secretary said, with a cruel grin. You gulped at the thought of having to go through the hell that was yesterday again.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

You jumped in shock at the sound of the obvious fart. Whilst it was muffled by his chair, the secretary still had a noticeable wince on his face, before relaxing and sighing. “Ahh, I know I did.” This sight made you even more petrified, even though you could barely smell it (thanks to the cushion in his seat), the sound alone was mortifying.

“Ahh, good, there you are.” You heard a voice, that made you freeze up and turn around slowly. There you saw Mr Brown heading towards you, in a grey suit, still almost towering over you. “Thank you for notifying me. Now, chop, chop, I have a busy day ahead of me. Take a pen and notepad from Mr Blake would you, I have a few things I need you to take down.” You whirled around to see the Secretary now holding a pen and paper towards you, still grinning. You felt nervous to take it, until you heard Mr Brown call out: “Today please!” With such a commanding voice, that you didn’t dare feel like disobeying him. You grabbed the objects and quickly followed after him.

“Now, first of all, write down that I have a meeting at 2pm, and a meet up with Mr Shortland at 4pm.” You were a little confused as to why it was up to you to write this down, but again you didn’t dare question him. As you continued, on through, he gave you other things to write about, before he stopped mid-sentence, as well as mid stride. You were about to ask why, when suddenly:

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!

A vibrating echo, in the sound of lawn mower, bounced around the walls. Along with this, because you were unfortunately behind him, the blast went directly into your face, as well as your nostrils. There was a horrible scent of cheese and mouldy veg that made you want to gag. Mr Brown however, seemed completely unfazed by this and let out a small sigh of relief before continuing with his list. But you couldn’t, you needed at least a few seconds to recover. Mr Brown looked back at you with a displeased look on his face.

“I would like you to get a move on please.” You nodded, still refraining your gags and tried to catch up with him. You could only imagine it would be worse for you if you didn’t do as asked. As you tried to move on from the stench, he suddenly stopped again, and pointed his large butt out a bit, making his suit pants strain a little.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

You didn’t even have time to fully brace yourself as it shot out his backside. There was an even stronger, disgusting cheesy stink about it, that made your feel to gag grow stronger. Mr Brown stood back up fully and let out a small sigh again.

“Damm Hashbrowns.” You heard him mutter to himself. “We need to make a stop.” And before you could ask about it, he began striding off down the hall. Again, you tried to catch up to him, to not get stuck in his fart cloud. However, you stopped once you realised you were both approaching a toilet cubicle. You stopped in terror. You didn’t know how long you’d have to wait outside. What if someone else came along and tormented you, or worse, took you back to their office?

“Can you take a letter for me?” Mr Brown, asked as he put his hand on the cubicle door. You were a little confused as to why he asked you this now, and not after he was finished. “Come along, I need to get it down while it’s in my mind.” He demanded at you, but you just stared back in almost disbelief. Surely, he didn’t mean what you thought he meant. You couldn’t go in there with him. You still remembered the stink of Steven’s aftermath from just your first day. “Now please!” Mr Brown demanded again, and you found yourself following him inside, a decision you knew you’d regret.

The bathroom itself was surprisingly clean, though you wish you could say the same about the lingering smell. You began trying your hardest to breathe as little as possible. As you were looking around, you heard the sound from behind you of Mr Brown unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the ground. You then the thud of his giant ass landing on the toilet seat. You wanted to keep your back to him, as for one, not to breach on his privacy (despite being in the room with him already) and two, it wasn’t a sight you wanted to see.

“Can you turn around? I prefer working face to face.” Mr Brown demanded. You gulped and turned to see him sat upon the toilet, with his pants round his ankles, staring at you with no shame on his face. “Good, now let’s begin. *Ahem* Dear Evan’s Inc. …”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTTTT

As you began scribbling down, a dark fart reverberated into the toilet bowl, making you flinch. You cringed a little but were thankful that his body was blocking the scent from spreading around the room. You began scribbling down, whilst still trying to hold your breath.

“We’re writing to you in order to discuss our displeasure with your recent actions.” As he was saying this, you heard a streaming noise coming from beneath him. It was a fierce sounding one to, like almost everything else about him. “Despite this, we are still wishing to give one last chance.”

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT! PLUNK!

You tried desperately to hold in your disgust as the sound of a solid object dropped into the water. You continued to scribble down everything he asked, hoping it would distract you from the awful sounds, and smells. It didn’t seem to be working that well though unfortunately. And then, to make things worse, Mr Brown began grunting loudly yet still continued to give you instructions on what to write.

“We have been satisfied with your deals in the past. For this we will… hgn… keep pushing and… gnnn… straining until we can make a deal.”

BBBBBBLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRTTTTTT! KA-PLOOSH!

You were startled by the sound of what seemed like a boulder dropping into a pool. This wasn’t even mentioning the smell. It was starting to get too much for you.

“If you displease us again, we’ll resort to more… hgnnnn… drastic measures.”

PARRRP PLOP! KU-PLUNK! SPLOOOSH!

The series of plops, combined with the already repugnant gas, was horrible. You were barely managing to keep on your feet, as your vision was growing fuzzy. You managed to write down his signings before passing down on the ground.

You woke up to pretty scary sight. It seemed like Mr Browns large ass, now with his suit pants pulled back up, was squatted down in front of your face. His behind was so large, this it looked like it was going to tear through the seam at any second. You didn’t even have time to react, as you still felt woozy from the stench, before getting a full-face blast.

BBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

You bounced awake, coughing violently, the stink of cheese and crap occupying your nose. Mr Brown stood back up, looking as stern as ever.

“Good you’re awake. I want to thank you for taking that letter down for me. Although I am displeased that you passed out on me. If it happens again, I shall have to force you to smell my displeasure more than once. And I doubt you’d want that would you, especially after taking a dump like that?” Despite your head still not being fully active, you quickly shook your head, still feeling scared of him.

“Good, now come along, for I have a meeting in a few minutes, and still have some post-dump gas left over.” He stated, heading out the door, but not before letting out a loud, sharp quack out his backside. You groaned in disgust, as you got up and followed after him. This was going to be a long day.

[piggy761]

Smell of the boss from hell

I need to knock this interview out of the park. It’s a personal assistant position for one of the heads of one of the most successful corporations in the country. It pays extremely well and I’m in need of the money. I’m paying child support to five different women. I’m barely staying afloat; I need this job.

After some direction from the front desk, I take an elevator up to one of the highest floors. Apparently, my hopefully new boss, Mr. Smith has a whole floor to himself. 

As I step out I notice a man, who’s on his phone, who hasn’t noticed me yet. My eyes widen, holy shit, it’s Johnathan Wright. I bullied that f*gg*t all through highschool.

Sweet, a little intimidation will remind him of my straight superiority, and I’ll be running things. My financial woes are as good as gone. I can't help but smirk. 

“I guess I’ll be seeing your gay-ass everyday from now on since the position is mine. Isn’t that right f*g.” I shoot him a superior smirk.

The f*g looks up at me with a bored expression, angering me. I walk right up to his face. “I said isn’t that right f*g!” I hiss through clenched teeth. 

The f*g has the nerve to roll his eyes. “I don’t work here. I'm dropping off my husband's phone.” After saying this, a door opens behind him. 

Out walks a burly, tall, intimidating looking man. He’s wearing a tailored suit that costs more than what most people make in a year.

John walks up to the man, and hands him his phone before giving him a kiss. I cringe. 

“I’ll see you at home.” He says before leaving, not giving me a second glance.

I look back at the other man, he’s staring back with narrowed eyes. 

“Yeah, you're not right for the position. Get out.” With that he spins around to head back into his office. My jaw drops as I take in the man’s huge bubble butt. His slacks look like they’re painted on his thick cakes. Each of his cheeks are as big as my head.

I shake my head and run up to him in desperation. “Please sir, I need this job.” I call.

He turns to me, “I know; we thoroughly research possible employees.” He states as I stop in front of him.

He looks down on me as if I’m an insect, scaring me. How is this f*gg*t intimidating me? I don’t like it, but I need this job.

“Please, I need this job.” I beg, looking down at his feet, submissively.

“Very well, it’s yours. Be here tomorrow, 8 sharp.”

I smile in relief. 

He scoffs as he heads back into his office. “I’ll enjoy killing that smile.” He comments, threateningly, before shutting his door in my face. Mr. Smith is written on the door.

I pay him no mind. What’s the worst this f*gg*t can do?

Next Day

I accidentally slept in and came in at 8:30. As soon as I sit at my desk, Mr. Smith storms out of his office and right up to me.  

“You’re late!” He growls.

“I’m sorry sir my ph-” Mr. Smith cuts me off.

“Save your excuses! Here’s what I think of them.” Mr. Smith turns around, and bends over, sticking his big ass in my face. This act stretches out the material over the seat of his pants, accentuating its size.

Me gapping at this is a huge mistake.

PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBTTTTTTT

I recoil in disgust as he rips a trumpeting fart into my face and open mouth. It reeks of rotten eggs and spice, and has me gagging.

“What the- did you just fart on me?” I cry.

“Here's your answer to that.” With his bubbly rump still in my face, I hear him grunt.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBBB

Mr. Smith rips a bigger, greasy-sounding fart in my face that smells worse. It’s so strong that it makes the seat of his slacks flutter.

Mr. Smith sighs in relief before straightening himself. “If you don't wish to be farted on then refrain from displeasing me in the future.” Mr. Smith then hikes up his right leg.

RRRRRRRPPPPP-HHHHHDDDDDD

Mr. Smith fires off two loud but short farts, back-to-back in my face.

“You can’t do this to me. I quit.”

Mr. Smith looks down at me, over his shoulder, with a nefarious smirk. “You quit and I’ll make sure no one will hire you. The best you’ll be able to find is flipping burgers. I’m sure the courts and your kids won’t be too pleased with that.” I go pale at his words. Matthew Smith is a powerful man and can ensure this will happen.

“Please stop this.” I plead.

“I’m certain someone you bullied in highschool pleaded for you to stop but you didn’t. Expect the same amount of mercy from me.”

I notice Mr. Smith’s glutes flex and then relax. 

A rancid-smelling sbd hits me in the face like a brick. It reeks of raw sewage and onions. It has me coughing and my eyes watering.

Mr. Smith reaches back and wafts his fumes towards my face and then goes back into his office. 

I have no choice but to get to work while my whole desk area is enveloped in his putrid fart cloud. Sadly, his thick butt stink lingers for hours.

Several hours later, Mr. Smith exits his office and walks up to me. He looks down at me with a cold expression.

“Mr. Jones, order us lunch with the company credit card.” He commands.

I give a nod and hold out my hand for the card. 

I panic as Mr. Smith turns around. What I see is horrific. The credit card is wedged in between his slacks-covered, bulbous globes. Just a small corner of the card is sticking out. 

“Well what are you waiting for? Take my card!” Mr. Smith barks.

I hesitantly reach for it with my hand.

“No, no, no” Mr. Smith admonishes, “Use your teeth! And do it quickly! I haven’t got all day!”

I feel both crushed and cornered. I’ve got no choice.

I lean forward, bringing my face near his toxic backside.

As my face nears his bubble butt, the stench of his stale farts and his ass musk assaults my nose.

To get to his credit card, I have to press my face into his pillwoy mounds; I grimace feeling them molding around my face. I slightly turn my head and bite down on the tip of the credit card. As soon as I do this…

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGDDDDDDDDD

Mr. Smith fires off a growling ripper. Even with the credit card and his pants in the way, I feel the stream of hot air hitting my teeth. The eggy, acidic vapors flow through my teeth and coats my tongue and the back of my throat. I yank the card out, let it fall into my hand, and start retching on the taste and smell of his nauseating gas. 

“Order Mexican, Mr. Jones. I want my farts to be spicier than this for the rest of the day.” Mr. Smith takes a step back, consuming the side of my face with his meaty ass.

PPPPPPRRRRRRR-FFFFFFFFHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT

I groan as he blasts my face with a string of trumpeting farts. With that, he heads back into his office.

It takes me five minutes to stop almost-vomiting. Once I’m able to manage, I call up a nearby Mexican restaurant. Our order of several burritos will be here in an hour. I wish it was longer.

An hour later, I get a call from the main desk that our lunch is being brought up by Mr. Smith, which confuses me. Maybe it’s Mr. Smith’s father?

I contact Mr. Smith through the intercom. “Um Mr. Smith, I think your father is bringing up our food.”

“What?” He replies, sounding bewildered. 

As Mr. Smith’s office door opens, so does the elevator. And out walks John Wright. Oh, f*gs can get married. He’s Mr. Smith too.

Mr. Smith gives me a side glance that screams ‘I’m an idiot’.

“Hey, I got myself Chinese food and thought we could have lunch together.” John says as he walks up to Mr. Smith.

With a smile, Mr. Smith nods his head towards his office, wordlessly ordering John inside. 

As John passes, Mr. Smith pulls a burrito out of one of the bags. It must be mine.

When John disappears into his office, Mr. Smith shoots me a nasty grin.

He unwraps the burrito from its tinfoil and sets it on the end corner of my desk. Mr. Smith then spins around, hovering the seat of his pants inches above my burrito. Ppppsssssssshhhh

Mr. Smith drops a nearly inaudible butt bomb on my burrito. I cover my nose with my hand as the smell reaches me. It lives up to the saying: silent but deadly.

Without a word and looking satisfied, Mr. Smith walks into his office to enjoy lunch with his husband.

My stomach rumbles in hunger. Because I woke up late, I didn’t have breakfast. I haven’t eaten all day. With despair I pick up the tainted burrito and bite into it. I nearly spit it out, the taste is rancid, but I need food. It's a struggle to eat it all, but I do.

45 minutes later, they exit his office, and Mr. Smith escorts John to the elevator. Once John steps into the elevator, Mr. Smith says, “You two have a nice ride back down.” 

John looks confused. Before he can say anything, Mr. Smith wheels around, pointing his ass at his husband. 

FFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMDDDDDDPPPPPPP

Mr. Smith rips a bubbly fart into the elevator.

John grimaces as he fans the air in front of his nose, but he’s still smiling.

Mr. Smith laughs, “ Haha, 10 years together and I can still trick ya into a hotbox. I love it.” He teases just before the elevator doors close.

Mr. Smith turns around and scowls when he catches me looking at him.

“Stop gawking and get back to work!” He growls. I quickly focus back on my computer. As he marches back into his office, he rips a poot with every step.

Ppbbtt, ffrrpp, mmvvbb, rrlldd

Once he closes his office door, the entire floor is completely polluted with his ass gas. Like before, his butt stink lingers for hours.

Some time later, Mr. Smith asks through the intercom. “Mr. Jones, have you finished filling out my calendar for the rest of the month?”

Oh shit, I forgot about that.

“N-not yet sir. I’ll start on that right away.” I nervously reply.

Mr. Smith doesn’t respond over the intercom. Instead, he storms out of his office and up to me, a moment later.

As I feared, Mr. Smith spins around, aiming his fume-blasting canon at my face. 

What I’m not expecting is Mr. Smith reaching behind, grabbing the back of my head, and then pulling my face into his bubbly ass. His fat cakes smother me and muffle my yelp. 

“Here, maybe only being able to smell this for the next few days will remind you to always keep my calendar up to date… UGH”

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Mr. Smith unleashes 2 minutes of thunderous ass-gas, point-blank in my face. It’s so powerful that it has his cheeks and my face quaking. The stench of sulfur and digested meat destroys me. It has me coughing and gagging and my eyes watering.

Once his fart comes to an end, instead of letting me go, Mr. Smith keeps my face pressed against his ass and starts wiping it from left to right and up and down, all over my face.

“Ah, let’s work that bad boy into your pores.” Mr. Smith explains as he keeps grinding his ass against my face for about a minute.

When he finally lets my head go, I fall back into my chair, gagging and trying not to puke. 

Mr. Smith looks down at me, over his shoulder, with contempt. “My calendar better be filled and correct in the next 30 minutes or you’ll be getting another noseful of my burrito-powered butt rockets, Mr. Jones.” He threatens me before retreating back into his office, letting me suffer alone.

Once I gain my bearings, I drop everything and focus on his calendar. 

Damn, he was right. It’s been two hours and everytime I breathe in, all I can smell is his fart.

A Week Later

My first week here has been a hellish one. My every mistake earns me getting farted on by Mr. Smith.

Got him the wrong coffee… PPPPPRRRRRWWWWWWBBBBB

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Typing my notes in the wrong font… RRRRRRLLLLLLLAAAAADDDDD

I’m getting farted on innumerous times a day. 

It’s been only 7 days and all my work clothes reek of his ass fumes. Even a trip to the cleaners didn’t get rid of the stink. I’m constantly getting judgemental looks from everyone I walk past. 

I’m impatiently waiting for the elevator to reach my floor. It’s already 5 after 8 at the moment. I’m hoping Mr. Smith won’t notice.

I go pale when the elevator doors open. Mr. Smith is standing in front of my desk. His hands are braced against the top of my desk and he’s sticking his ass out. 

Mr. Smith looks back at me with a frown. “I will not abide tardiness, Mr. Jones. Come here and get on your knees.” He orders.

I whimper as I make my way towards him. I get on my knees when I’m a foot away. His ample mounds, stretching out the seat of his trousers, fills my sight of view.

Mr. Smith arches his back, extending his ass out more, burying my face in his meaty orbs.

“For me, Mr. Jones, tardiness stinks. And I bet you’ll feel the same way after this… GGH” 

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Mr. Smith rips a 7 second, chainsaw-sounding fart right in my face. It stinks of rotten eggs and cabbage.

I try to pull away but Mr. Smith grabs the back of my head, keeping my face smothered in his ass.

“Nu-uh, I’m not finished with your face yet. Since you’re 5 minutes late, you'll huff up five minutes of my ass gas. Let this be a lesson to you… NGH”

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As promised, Mr. Smith vents 5 minutes of his butt vapors right up my nose. And it doesn’t end there. So I don't forget his lesson, he farts up my nose for five minutes straight, several times today. And that doesn't include the dozens of other times he farts on me today for my other screw ups.

A Month Later

I’ve been working for this flatulent monster for an entire month. Each day is a nauseating nightmare. 

His butt fumes have now been ingrained into my skin. I’ve bathed in every kind of body-wash and soap I can find, and even used tomato paste, but nothing works. I’m rocking a serious case of blue balls because every girl turns tail when they catch a whiff of me.

Mr. Smith is ruining my life. I’ve only known misery for the past month. Everyone says he's a hard-ass who demands nothing less than perfection, but I know he’s torturing me because of my past with his husband.

Man, fuck those bitches who got pregnant with my children! Fuck my f*gg*t-of-a-boss! And fuck his f*ggy-ass husband!

Speak of the devil, a little before noon, the elevator opens revealing John. Mr. Smith steps out of his office, “Come on babe, lets go get lunch.” Calls John with a smile.

Mr. Smith smiles back. 

Fucking gross; disgusting f*gg*ts.

Mr. Smith's piercing silver eyes lock on me. A cold chill shivers down my spine.

“Mr. Jones, are those reports finished?” Mr. Smith booms.

“N-not yet, sir.” I meekly answer.

Mr. Smith narrows his eyes at me. “Well it better be done by the time I return from lunch with my husband or you’re gonna get a taste of my chili-empowered displeasure.”

With a sneer, Mr. Smith turns away and sticks his fat ass in my face. He grunts and presses down on his stomach.

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I cringe as he fires an airy fart right in my face. The eggy stench flows up my nose. 

Mr. Smith scoffs before heading towards the elevator. 

I take a hesitant peek, wondering if John is enjoying my torture. Instead, I see him on his phone, not even caring about my suffering. For some reason that’s far more insulting.

Mr. Smith returns after taking an extended hour and a half long lunch. And unfortunately for me, I haven’t finished the reports. 

I’m sweating bullets as Mr. Smith walks up to my desk. 

“Are those reports finished, Mr. Jones?” Mr. Smith gets straight to the point.

“T-they’re almost f-finished, s-sir.” I stutter out.

He glares daggers at me.

No! No! No! I shout in my head as Mr. Smith slowly wheels around. Mr. Smith’s bubbly posterior is aimed at my face, from the other side of my desk.

While grunting and straining, Mr. Smith says, “HHG… Then smell my displeasure… NGH'' 

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A 45 second long, foghorn-sounding fart bellows out of Mr. Smith’s ass. Even though he’s on the other side of my desk, his fart is strong enough to blow back my hair and dry out my eyes.

As it ends on a wet note, I’m bent over, head between my knees, dry-heaving. The vile stench of digested meat and methane destroys me. 

“Ah, I did warn you that chili gives my gas a bit of a kick, didn’t I Mr. Jones?” Mr. Smith comments before heading into his office, leaving me broken at my desk.

2 Months later

These past two months have been sulfuric awfulness. I breathe more of Mr. Smith’s farts than natural air, everyday. 

However, for the first time, I think today might be a good day. I started work an hour ago and Mr. Smith hasn’t farted on me once.

At the moment, we’re in one of the meeting rooms, acquiring a smaller company to join our conglomerate. I’m sitting next to Mr. Smith, with our company lawyer on the other side of him. Across from us is the owner of the soon-to-be-acquired company and his lawyer.  

This should have been a quick meeting but suddenly the owner decided to triple the original price. 

Mr. Smith scoffs before sliding the new contract back over to Mr. Charles. “That is not the price we agreed on, Mr. Charles.” 

Mr. Charles frowns, “Well, that’s my new selling price. Take it or leave it.”

Mr. Smith slams the original contract down on the table, and slides it over to Mr. Charles. “That’s not happening. Now take the original offer or things are about to get smelly.” 

I hear Mr. Smith’s stomach gurgle loudly. That combined with his threat as me physically shaking with fear. Damn it, that’s why he hasn’t farted on me yet today. He’s been saving it for this meeting.

Mr. Charles’ lawyer frowns as well. “We will not be threatened!”

Mr. Smith says nothing, just smirks ominously. He then gives our lawyer a nod. My fear heightens as our lawyer pulls out and inserts nose plugs.

Mr. Smith locks his jaw and his face turns red with exertion.

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Mr. Smith blasts out a minute long, thunderous fart that rumbles against his seat. The sulfuric stench fills the room, sickening me, Mr. Charles, and his lawyer.

“You disgusting pig!” Mr. Charles cries out. 

Mr. Smith’s smirk turns devilish. “Keep talking, you're just gonna make me stink this place up even more… HGGH” He hikes up his right leg and…

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Mr. Smith unleashes another huge, beastly fart, poisoning our air even more. Mr. Charles and his lawyer stand up and make for the door, looking like they’re gonna hurl. 

They try the door but it’s locked. I’m full-on panicking now. We’re all trapped in this room with this farting demon.

The two glance back at us with fear in their eyes. Mr. Smith's devilish grin broadens.

“No escaping for any of you. Now sign or keep suffering!” Mr. Smith stands up and aims his ass in their direction. Unfortunately that means his ass is just behind my head. 

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Mr. Smith keeps venting out one monstrous fart after another, their way. We’re all coughing and crying from Mr. Smith’s fumes. Even our lawyer, who has nose plugs, is suffering.

Through his coughing, Mr. Charles shouts, “Never!”

Mr. Smith growls like a feral dog. He picks up the contract and moves it to the end of the table, closest to Mr. Charles and his lawyer. He then climbs onto the table. He's on his hands and knees, with the contract located right behind his big ass.

Mr. Smith looks back and shoots a malicious grin at Mr. Charles. “Oh you're gonna sign. But since you’ve annoyed me so much, you’re gonna have to do it while I light your face up with my butt rockets.” Mr. Smith grits his teeth and fires off several more huge farts, in a row.

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“Sign for our original agreement and you're free to go. Until you do, I promise, I won’t stop farting.” Mr. Smith temporarily ceases fire to make his threat before continuing his gassy assault.

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It’s too much for Mr. Charles’ lawyer. He drops to the floor, knocked out. Mr. Charles looks like he’ll be following suit soon. 

Mr. Charles' fearful eyes find mine. “Just do it! Believe me, he can do this all day, with ease.” I warn him.

He turns his gaze to Mr. Smith, on the table. “Alright, I’ll sign, just stop farting” Mr. Charles pleads.

“You’ve lost all rights to demand anything. Now sign or die by my farts… NGH”

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A minute and a half long fart erupts out of Mr. Smith’s ass. It has the entire room shaking. The stink of rotten eggs and man musk makes itself known.

Mr. Charles dashes to the table and bends down to sign the papers. This puts his face right in front of my boss' toxic booty. Mr. Smith mercilessly blasts his face with smelly poots. 

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“There, I’ve signed. Please sto-MMM”

Instead of stopping, Mr. Smith reaches back, grabs the back of Mr. Charles head, and pulls his face into his ass. I feel pity for Mr. Smith's next victim , but also relief because it's not me.

“I’m not finished with you yet! For what you tried to pull, I’m making sure all you smell for the next year is my butt stink.”

Mr. Charles' body thrashes, trying to escape, but Mr. Smith isn’t letting him.

“NGH… Good doing business with you Mr. Charles… UGH”

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A 2 minute long fart roars out of Mr. Smith’s rump and pointblank into Mr. Charles’ face. 

At the halfway point, Mr. Charles' flailing limbs fall limp at his sides, and he stops moving. When Mr. Smith fart finally ends, he rubs his ass around Mr. Charles' face before releasing the back of his head. As soon as he does this, Mr. Charles’ unconscious body falls to the floor like a ragdoll. 

Mr. Smith sighs in relief as he climbs off the table and fixes up his appearance.

Mr. Smith glances at our lawyer, “Mr. Reyes, please have security toss these pieces of trash to the curb. And have someone fumigate this conference room.” He orders. 

Mr. Reyes nods before pulling out his phone. 

Mr. Smith looks at me, “Let's go. It's time for us to get back to work.” He commands.

I timidly nod and follow him out of the door that's unlocked now.

We walk down the hall and step into the elevator that I recently learned was Mr. Smith’s personal one. Apparently anyone using an elevator after Mr. Smith is a health hazard. I wish that applied to me but it doesn’t.

As usual, I stand right behind him in the lift. As we rise, he pelts me with airy, eggy farts.

I frown as we exit on our floor. A man comes out of Mr. Smith’s office with his chair.

“It’s all set up and functional, sir.” The man says.

Mr. Smith nods, before tipping the man 200 dollars, flooring him. 

We're too late to act when the man takes Mr. Smith's private elevator down. We hear him violently coughing as he descends.

Mr. Smith pulls out his phone and calls security. Letting them know about the guy who's most likely unconscious in his personal elevator.

Mr. Smith frowns at me. “Get to work, Mr. Jones!” He barks.

I nod before nearly sprinting to my desk. Mr. Smith heads to his office.

My brow furrows as I start up my computer. I didn’t hear Mr. Smith’s door close. When I turn to look back, my face runs straight into Mr. Smith’s slacks-covered, meaty bum. I can’t believe this huge man silently crept up on me without me knowing.

With my face buried in his thick cheeks, I hear Mr. Smith darkly laugh.

“Heh, I see you’re eager for motivation to get to work. I’m more than happy to oblige.” Mr. Smith grabs the back of my head, keeping me in place, and then grunts.

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He rips an 8 second, trumpeting fart right in my face. He sighs in relief as he grinds his butt vapors into my pores.

When Mr. Smith releases me, I fall back into my chair, coughing and gagging.

“Get to work or I’ll fart off your nose, Mr. Jones. Don’t tempt me!” He threatens before disappearing into his office.

Excluding the last hour, this day is going well. He’s hardly farted on me; I count that as a victory.

A Few Hours Later

It’s the end of my workday and for the first time, the number of times Mr. Smith has farted on me hasn’t reached the double digits. That alone should've been a warning that life was about to screw me over. 

As I’m getting ready to leave I get a call from a girl I was fucking 7 months ago, telling me I’m the father of twins.

Fuck! More kids I want shit to do with and more child support I have to pay! Working for Mr. Smith pays extremely well, but I’m barely staying afloat with the amount of child support I'm paying already. This is going to destroy me. I need overtime. Mr. Smith is my only hope.

Instead of heading home, I knock on Mr, Smith’s office door.

“Enter.” His voice booms from the otherside.

I do as he commands. Mr. Smith frowns up at me, as I walk up to his desk, where he’s working.

“Mr. Smith, I was hoping I could get in some more hours. I-I need the money.”

“Sure, I’m always willing to help out an employee. A few days of the week, like today, I work later than usual. So you'll assist me, starting now.” Mr. Smith offers with a devilish grin that has my nervousness sky-rocketing. But it’s no matter; I graciously accept his offer. 

Still grinning, he stands up and tells me to round the desk. I walk around his desk and stand beside him. When I do, I frown at his new chair.

It’s bulky and just beneath it is a cot-like thing that could fit a grown man, that starts just beneath the seat of the chair. The cot also has straps on it. 

My jaw drops as Mr. Smith reaches down and pulls a piece of the seat off, revealing a face hole. Shit! With this someone will be trapped beneath Mr. Smith’s chair, as he sits on their face.

“Your duty will be to huff up all my ass gas so I don’t hotbox myself, in my office. I won’t treat you as a person, you’ll just be a piece of furniture. Do this and I will pay you very well.” Mr. Smith explains with a feral grin that turns my blood to ice. I’ve got no choice.

I lay down on the cot with my face sticking out of the hole in the seat. All I can see is the ceiling. Mr. Smith fastens the several straps, binding me tightly to the cot, unable to escape. 

I start to sweat with fear as Mr. Smith steps in front of the chair. His fat rear-end extends out several feet, eclipsing my trapped face in its shadow. My fear heightens as I hear the sound of his pants being undone. With a tug, Mr. Smith pulls his pants and underwear down, just beneath his ass. His mountainous mounds, covered in a dusting of hair, bounce into the open.

“No you never said-MMM” Mr. Smith silences me by dropping his bubble butt onto my face and barking out, “Silence, furniture doesn’t speak or care that I'm bare-ass.”

The last thing I see is Mr. Smith's pillowy globes parting as he sits down, revealing his twitchy pucker that’s heading straight for my nose, before everything goes black. 

His meaty slabs spill over and clamp around the sides of my face like a vice. And the tip of my nose is lodged in his sweaty hole.

With my ears also buried in his cavernous crack, I both hear and feel Mr. Smith’s voice. “Alright, it feels like it’s time to start earning your pay, fart-cushion… NGH”

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Mr. Smith opens the floodgates, blasting a never-ending stream of beefy farts right up my nose. This is like a nightmare. I can feel the heat of his fumes burning the tip of my nose.

In an act of self-preservation, I hold my breath, not wanting to breathe in. This causes Mr. Smith to laugh.

“Haha, how long can you keep that up, fart-cushion? You’re gonna have to breathe sometime.”He taunts me.

I only last forty seconds before I breathe in deep through my nose and open mouth. The stench of spoiled poultry and sulfur flows down my throat and sets my lungs ablaze. I'm immediately coughing and retching on his toxic fumes. I can feel Mr. Smith’s mounds jiggling around my face from his cruel laughter.

Even with me barely able to breath, Mr. Smith ruthlessly pushes out one noxious butt-burp after another, up my nose.

I don’t know how long this has been going on. Three minutes or three hours could've passed, I can’t tell. But I’m given a moment of reprieve as Mr. Smith leans to the side, exposing half of my face to freedom. I desperately breathe in cool and semi-fresh air.

What Mr. Smith says next, causes me more misery. “Just so you know, fart-cushion, whenever I work late, my husband stops by so we can have dinner together.”

After saying this, I hear his office door open. “Hey babe, I got you two extra bean burritos like you asked-” John's voice pauses abruptly as I hear him sit in the chair on the other side of the desk.

“Matt, yes he bullied me all through highschool for being gay, but I’m over it.” John says.

Mr. Smith rests his lifted cheek back down, resealing my face in his cavernous crack.

“Maybe you are but my booty sure isn't… GGH” Mr. Smith counters before farting in my face.

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“Baby, I have a beautiful home, a career I love, and a successful handsome husband who's hung like a horse. My past with him doesn’t haunt me in the slightest.”

Mr. Smith responds with farting in my face, again.

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I gag on the skunky fumes Mr. Smith rips up my nose. The paint-peeling stench is inhuman. 

Like the stench, the realization that this’ll be for the rest of my life, hits me like a ton of bricks. I’ll always be working beneath this flatulent villain, who’ll be farting on me constantly. And thanks to his power and influence, I’ll never be able to quit and find a decent paying job anywhere else. All because of who I bullied in highschool. I can't believe that I used to think that gay people were beneath me.

"Wow, that's very big of you, Johnny. Let's see if my nasty booty will follow your example."

That's followed by Mr. Smith's guts loudly and ominously gurgling.

“Oh sorry, love. My booty's big, but not that big. Lips on hole, fart-cushion; time to earn your overtime.”

His statement horrifies me. I can’t do it. I can’t do that! I keep my mouth shut.

Instead of angering him, this makes Mr. Smith laugh.

“Haha, oh silly fart-cushion, there’s no resisting this.” Mr. Smith slides his greasy pucker against my mouth, and then starts wiping it from left to right, forcing my lips open. 

“NGH… say ah… UGH”

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The dinner:

The aftermath:

Last year stuffing, I'm so bloated and horny rn!! 🤤💦

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The dinner:

The aftermath:

Last year stuffing, I'm so bloated and horny rn!! 🤤💦

Also here's a new video!

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What I currently consider my “fat jeans” have been demanding a bit more effort to get on lately than what I initially bought them for.

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I'm the reason the office never has enough food in the break room

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Monday stuffing was great hehe

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It definitely fits me a little different than on him 🥴🥴🥴

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What do you look like doing push ups? Does your belly interfere a lot?

This is not a belly built for pushups.

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Bathroom counters used to hold my toothpaste. Now I rest my gut on them.

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Bathroom counters used to hold my toothpaste. Now I rest my gut on them.

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Trying on clothes from college