Beard And Belly

Flirting didn’t come naturally to Jon, he was awkward, shy and painfully lacking in confidence. He had never been a popular guy, not bad looking but never part of the popular crowd. He had grown up chubby and as the years went by, his body had only continued to increase in size too. He didn’t hate his size, like he was told he should do, but he knew he had been getting bigger than someone in the early 20’s should ever be.

‘This just came in, it would love great on you! Go on, try it on!’ Jared said as he handed Jon a rather garishly patterned shirt.

‘Really? I wouldn’t look like a dumpy old dad on his holidays?’ Jon said as he took the shirt from Jared.

Jared was a year or two younger than Jon. He took the job at Grande Dukes Plus Size Clothing to save up a bit of money for his planned gap year where he was going to travel South East Asia with his mates from school. A typical jock lad, tall, slender with a decent amount of muscle, wavy black hair and a cheeky personality. He never wanted to take the job at Grande Dukes, he felt that he was more suited to the likes of Hollister or Abercrombie, but in the small town of Blacklake, this was the best he was going to get.

Jon took the shirt at a couple of other items it to the spacious changing room at the back of the store. After locking the door, he hung the new clothes up before peeling off his tight tshirt. He lifted up the bulk of his gut, just enough to find the string of his joggers with his other hand and yank it loose, before letting his belly flop back down heavily. He shimmied his jogger off and let them drop to the floor before kicking them into the corner. He was starting to overheat and sweat, so he sat down on the sturdy bench. He panted a little as he sat, looking at himself in the mirror. There was no denying it, he was big. His stomach hung heavily down between his meaty thighs. He ran his hand over the expanse of his upper belly, its smooth, soft plushness felt comforting. His chest, or more aptly, his man boobs, folded down onto his upper belly, and hung down over his sides.

Jon braced himself using a well positioned grab rail and hoisted himself back to his feet with a bit of a grunt. He unbuttoned the garish shirt and slid it off the hanger before putting it on. The fabric was a cheap blend, but he had learned not to be picky. The short sleeves were tight around his flabby arms, but he didn’t mind that so much, as long as it covered him. He started to button the shirt from the top, it felt snug. The second button was even worse, the third he was afraid to try in case it broke.

‘Jared?’ He called out hoping for a bit of help.

‘How you getting on in there big man?’ Jared responded in a chirpy tone.

‘What size is this shirt? It’s too small’ Jon said trying to see casual.

‘It’s your usual size, 5 x’s, should be okay. Let’s have a look big man, maybe we need to size you up?’ Jared had no idea before working at Grande Dukes that clothes even came in 5xl, but here he was potentially suggesting that some bloke only a little older than him should try on something even bigger.

‘You don’t wanna see me like this, I’ve barely got anything on’ Jon flushed beer red with embarrassment over the thought of Jared seeing him like this.

‘Nonsense, working in a place like this, I’ve seen it all before, come on let me see and I will be able to see if we need to get a size or two bigger’ Jared lied, he had never seen any guys like Jon without clothes on. Most of the people who came to this shop were the wives of fat men who couldn’t be bothered with a trip size up their wardrobes.

Jon tentatively flicked open the latch to let Jared in.

‘See, there is no way this is going to fasten’ Jon said, still flushed with embarrassment.

Jared could barely contain his reaction to seeing Jon. His eyes were on stalks as he took in the scale of flesh on show in the changing room. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t want to offend the guy in front of him but his curiosity got the better of him.

‘Are…are you…naked?’ Jared blurted out, immediately regretting his words.

Jon’s face couldn’t flush anymore than it already was, his whole body froze with embarrassment.

‘I have boxers on…see’ Jon managed to turn slightly to show his taught, worn out boxer material that was visible from the side. Jon couldn’t believe though, even with this level of embarrassment, his cock twinged with excitement at Jared seeing him like this.

Jared composed himself, as best he could.

‘You’re right big man, that shirt…that shirt ain’t up for the job’ he said trying to lighten the tone. ‘Get it off and I will grab you another’.

As Jared backed out of the changing room, Jon pushed the door closed but didn’t bother to lock it. He unbuttoned the few buttons he had managed to do up and, with a bit of effort, slipped out of the shirt. As he was putting it back on the hanger, Jared appeared again at the doorway.

‘Oh, sorry, I didn’t think.’ Jared tried to say as he didn’t knock.

‘At this point you have seen more of me than any man, don’t worry about it’ Jon was starting to let his guard down.

‘I’ve found you this one, but I wasn’t sure it was going to work for you, so I got this one as well’ Jared said holding up firstly a 6xl then a 7xl.

‘You know something, I never thought I would be This Guy’ Jon said as he took the 7xl. ‘Like, I never thought I was going to be out there running marathons, but standing here, wondering if this bedsheet sized shirt would fit over me, it’s kinda unbelievable’, Jon said seeming genuinely shocked at the situation he found himself in.

‘Some guys are just bigger man, doesn’t mean anything. How old are you anyway?’ Jared asked feeling like he was able to get away with being a bit more personal.

‘23…’ Jon’s response hung in the air for a moment.

‘Shit man, only a year older than me. Pretty impressive you’re so big, most guys who wear this size are use late 30’s or 40’s.’ It was hard for Jon to gauge is Jared was impressed positively or if it was just a turn of phrase. Jon slipped the shirt on, it felt bigger, the sleeves seemed to pinch less at his arm flab. He began to button the shirt.

‘Here…let me’ Jared said, brushing Jon’s hands out the way. Jon didn’t protest, he was loving the attention. He watched Jared as he attended him. Jared fingertips sent electricity through Jon each time they connected with his skin.

‘Still not a lot of room in this one, but it fits well, take a look’ Jon was deeply engrossed in the situation, his body felt like it was pulsing, his dick was rock hard and leaking deep within its fatty cocoon.

‘….uh…yea..’ Jon’s response made no sense.

‘Jon? You okay there big man?’ Jared questioned.

‘Oh yea, sorry. I just…uh…doesn’t matter’ Jon was all flustered and thankful there was no possibility of Jared being able to see his excitement. Jon turned to see himself in the mirror, what he saw was bloody awful. The shirt looked like a circus tent, bold bright stripes that seemed to only highlight the outer reaches of his tits, love handles and belly.

‘You look handsome’ Jared said.

Handsome? Did this guy just call me handsome? Jon thought.

‘You think so? I’m not sure’ Jon said, feeling like this guy was just trying to get a sale or something.

‘Yea man, you look good, you know, for a guy your size’ that comment showed Jon the truth ‘for a guy your size’ just meant Jon was looking slightly better than all the other land whales his size. Jon recoiled back into himself, he had let himself get a glimmer of hope.

‘Yea, I don’t think it’s for me. Just ring up a few black T-shirts and a couple of pairs of joggers in this size and I will be out in a minute’ Jon said totally deflated and just wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. Jared took the hint and left the fat guy to lick his wounds while he went out to the store area to pick out Jon’s clothes. Jon was distracted, he unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off, not realising the changing room door was still almost fully open.

‘I TOLD YOU…LOOK AT IT!’

Terror struck through Jon’s body as he turned to see a group of young men in the doorway of the changing room. Their expressions a mix of disgust and laughter, most of them with their phones out recording the situation.

‘Dance for us fat man’ one said.

‘Fucking hell … look how fat he is’ said another.

‘Where’s his dick? Bet he can’t even reach it round all that fat!’ Said the one who seemed to be the ring leader.

Jon tried to close the door but the ring leader held it open. He stepped closer and slapped Jon’s belly so hard it left a hand print, this made the gang howl with laughter.

‘Smile for the camera fatty, your on live stream’ said one guy, followed with ‘over a thousand viewers! You’re famous you fat pig!’

‘Get out!’ Jon shouted, but the gang seemed unphased.

‘See if you can lift his belly Fitzy! Bet it weighs a tonne! A lad at the back called out. The ring leader, Fitzy then stepped towards Jon.

‘Let’s have a go then piggy…do it for the camera’ Fitzy said almost like it was going to be positive. Jon dint know what to do, he couldn’t fight off all these lads. He just ended up letting it happen, hopefully they would get bored quicker if he didn’t fight back. Fitzy roughly grabbed the lower swathe of Jon’s soft belly that hung down just above his knees.

‘Ughhh it’s all sweaty and floppy…urghhh it’s disgusting!’ Fitzy shouted which caused raucous laughter from the rest of the gang.

‘3…2…1…fuck…this thing is fucking…shit’ Fitzy ended up just shaking Jon’s gut more than lifting it. ‘Fair play to the fat pig for carrying that thing around all the time, it’s heavy as fuck!’

Just as Jon thought the gang was going to start something else, he heard Jared.

‘Get out of here or I’m calling security. Get out now…you’re all on CCTV and if you’ve hurt one of the stores customers you will be prosecuted’ Jared said forcefully as he chased the gang out of the store while they all laughed and shouted.

Jared approached the now closed changing room door.

‘You okay in there big man? Sorry, those idiots have been causing trouble for a while now’

‘Just get my stuff rung up’ Jon snapped back. Jon’s voice cracked as he spoke and he struggled to hold back tears.

‘Look man, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have been out the back so long. This is my fault’ Jared tried to say earnestly, but he was more concerned about his boss finding out about this than he was about Jon’s humiliation.

‘No Jared, it’s my fault. I’m the fat fuck who makes an easy target of himself.’ Jon said through stifled tears. Jared pushed slightly on the door, it was unlocked.

‘I’m coming in big man’ Jared said as he slowly peeked round the door. Jon was sat back on the bench, for all intents and purposes was naked, just acres of flesh on show, rolls and folds cascading over each other. Jared stood over Jon and put his hand on Jon’s plush shoulder. ‘Don’t worry about those dicks, they will all be in juvie before long with the shit they pull’.

‘They filmed me…it was live stream. They filmed me like this. That’s something that will never go away’ Jon said not caring about Jared’s eyes darting all over his body.

‘It’s nasty. But weirdly, I think it’s kind of kinky.’ Jared hesitated, he hadn’t meant to say that, he didn’t even know he thought that, it just came out.

‘Kinky?’ Jon questioned sharply.

‘Yea, I think it is. All those people seeing you like this, it…it kinda turns me on’ Jared’s hand slid down Jon’s arm as he spoke, then Jared guided Jon’s hand to his crotch. Jon felt the thick outline of Jared’s dick through his jeans. Noticing how Jon didn’t pull away, Jared then slowly unbuckles his belt and the button of his jeans. Jon said nothing, too fixated by what was happening. Jared carefully unzipped his fly and let his jeans fall down to his ankles. Without the structure of his jeans, Jared’s dick flicked forward towards Jon and tented out his loose boxers. Jon’s breathing became more rapid, he was filled with lust and wanting this so badly. Jared slowly slid the waist band of his boxers down, the suspense was only making Jon more intense. Jared’s boxers were finally dropped to his ankles and his manhood stood proudly to attention. Jared’s hands then reached over and pulled Jon’s head closer to him, Jared had to lean over the few feet of belly to allow Jon’s lips to make contact with his dick. Jon moaned loudly as he took Jared in his mouth and began to slide Jared’s thick cock in and out of his mouth.

‘That’s it big man…oh fuck that feels good’ Jared said as he let Jon pleasure him. ‘Oh man, you fat guys know how to use your mouths that’s for sure…ohh fuck me.’

Jared hadn’t expected to even find himself in this position, and definitely not to be enjoying it as much as he was. Jared had always looked at guys with dad bods as lazy, fat men, now here he was loving getting sucked off by someone who must be 500 pounds or more. The thought made him explode in Jon’s mouth, streams of warm cum pulsed out of him and Jon drank it all down.

Just as Jon was about to say something, the bell on the cash desk was rung…then again followed by an impatient woman shouting ‘is anybody going to serve me?’

Jon quickly pulled up his boxer and jeans, and rushed out the changing room leaving Jon to get himself dressed. Jon left about five minutes later, once he heard the woman leave. Jared had already rung up Jon’s clothes through the till and the were bagged up, Jon just swiped his card.

‘There is a little present in there for you, something for you to wear when we get dinner tomorrow night’ Jared said with a smile.

In the mall with my partner again, I hate this place. I hate the shops, I hate the clothes, I hate the cashiers…everything about this place sends me into a spiral of self loathing.

I’ve grown accustomed to always checking the back of the rails for the biggest size before even deciding if I like something, too many times I have got frustrated that they don’t do the shirt or trousers I like in my size. Over time I have learnt to just be happy if they have sizes that will fit me and try not to care about the style. I used to love shopping before I met Andy, I was thinner back then. I loved keeping up with trends and finding new and unusual pieces to add to my collection. Not now though, now I’m just downheartedly searching for that illusive tent sized garment that’s hidden so far back as to not scare off the other ‘normal’ shoppers.

I’m not saying I want to be thin again, god no. But if I could wave a magic wand and not have to go through this shopping hell again, it would certainly make my life better.

I feel the familiar tightness of my shirt, slightly restricting my movements as I paw through the last rail of T-shirts. I know Andy is looking at me, I can feel the lustful thoughts without having to see him. I know he’s watching from the footwear department behind me, I know he’s is getting a thrill out of seeing just the slightest amount of my fat gut escaping out from under my shirt, the puckering of the shirt fabric around the rolls of my back fat. But now is not the time, I’m feeling frustrated, pissed off and I just want to leave.

I feel his comforting hand on my shoulder as he whispers into my ear ‘I told you big man, I told you you had the biggest size already, there’s nothing here for you any more’. I didn’t want to be, but his words turned me on so much, I let out an involuntary moan. ‘I knew this would turn you on fatty’ he continued to whisper into my ear. ‘You’ve eaten yourself so big that you’re no longer considered a normal size, how does that make you feel fatty?’ All I responded with was another gentle moan.

He takes my hand and slowly leads me out of the store. ‘I think it’s time big man, I think you need to face it’ he says as he gestures over to the store I have always told myself that I would never be caught dead in. Bernie’s Big and Tall. Urghh I’m 28 and I need to shop in a place like that, the window display is so unflattering, just some oversized clothes that look like a group of fat dads would wear. It’s all cargo shorts and utility clothing. Not a place I would have been seen dead in a few years ago, but needs must. I slowly follow behind Andy as he proudly opens the door to the store, I can tell he is loving this. His gleeful expression plastered over his face as he holds the door open for me and I step into this new reality, I now shop at specialty stores.

Don’t you just love a great start to a day. Those unexpected moments that really set the mood. I had one this morning. Just a mundane morning of standing at the train station, waiting for the 07:24 to take me to the office for another dull day. Then a I spot him. A guy in his mid thirties, coming towards me. My eyes are instantly drawn to his midsection. He is wearing a white tshirt under an open black shirt. I know the look well, it’s one I have had to wear many times, the ‘cover up’. It’s an attempt to hide his growing girth. I the white tshirt clings to his belly and accentuates its curves, his walk causing his bulk to shift and jiggle as he comes towards me. Then it happened, he raised his arms, and my heart skipped a beat. He reached up to adjust the straps of his rucksack, causing his overhanging belly to become exposed. The curvature of his hairy belly was exquisite. He didn’t realise that he was now showing his lower belly, and he stood there oblivious to the thoughts racing through my mind at the sight of him.

Marcus had been working the same job for the best part of a decade, in fact it was the same company he joined when he left university. His corporate IT career had been uneventful, verging on totally dull, but it paid the bills and was dependable, well that’s what Marcus told himself each morning as the usual existential dread seeped into his usually perky mindset.

Today was slightly different though, today Marcus had to suffer the injustice of going into the office. It was the first time in nearly 5 years. Like almost all IT businesses, Marcus’ company went fully remote when the pandemic hit. But now back to the office was being mandated for all staff (well except those in the top roles of course). It wasn’t just Marcus that fought it, 90% of the employees battled with the company but to no avail.

Marcus had grown accustomed to his home working lifestyle. Logging in as he pleased, wearing whatever he wanted, if anything at all. Now though he was jostling his heft into a woollen jumper that stretched and clung to his body. It was the best they are going to get, he thought to himself as he grabbed is laptop bag and trudged out the house with the same expression as a convict walking to the electric chair.

The train ride to work was more uncomfortable than he remembered as he tried to minimise the space he took up in the overcrowded train. No matter how he sat, no amount of adjustment was going to change the fact he was significantly larger than the last time he made this journey. Finally the train pulled in to the city centre and the cold winter air stung Marcus’ cheeks as he lumbered down the road. Although Marcus wore just a jumper in the middle of winter, he was overheating and sweating by the time he reached the office doors.

Marcus swiped his building pass on the lift and selected floor 1. The lift arrived and he was the last of 7 people to squeeze in. It was mostly younger women going up to the 30th floor, they all crammed together as to avoid touching Marcus who was still perspiring. Marcus stepped out the lift as the doors opened and it jerked upwards then readjusted for the sudden lightened load. As the doors started to shut once more, Marcus heard stifled giggles and muttering from the women. ‘…belly…’ ‘…hanging out…’ ‘…fatter…’

Marcus had a flush of embarrassment and made a beeline for the restrooms. He slammed the disabled bathroom door shut and flicked the lock, then turned to the mirror. He was a little taken aback by his reflection, it wasn’t his size that troubled him. He knew he had piled on the pounds over the last few years, it was obvious and he wasn’t that oblivious. No, what he wasn’t expecting was to see his gut on full display, hanging out from his jumper, literally a good 6 inches of flesh hanging down from his large stomach. He had no idea it was there on show. With no way of seeing it at home, he didn’t have any mirrors at home that showed his body, how would have known.

Marcus tugged at his jumper, trying to stretch it further. It was never going to happen, it was already stretched to its max. He lifted his stomach and grasped for his trouser buttons, but he knew there was no way of squashing his exposed belly apron into the confines of his painfully tight trousers. His pudgy fingers released their grip on the handfuls of flesh and his belly sloshed back down to rest firmly on his bulbous upper thighs. He stood in the bathroom defeated and slightly embarrassed. It’s not like he was deluded, he knew the past five years had hit his waistline hard. It was no shock that he was by far the fattest he had ever been, the constant flow of greasy, high fat food combined with barely leaving the house over the last 5 years was all a conscious choice. But standing there, with his corpulent body exposed, his lifestyle really hit him for six.

He really didn’t know what to do. It was either hightail it out of there and get the first train home, or face a day of snide remarks and side eye glances in the office. Marcus wanted to get out of there with all his being, but he couldn’t afford to be pulled into a meeting with HR, is performance was already putting him on thin ice. So with one final fruitless tug at his jumper he regretfully opened the bathroom door and headed to his desk.

He couldn’t tell if he was being paranoid, or if in fact everyone was eyeballing him as he heavily trudged his was to an available desk in the open plan hot-desking area. He dropped his bag on the desk, pulled out his laptop and plugged it in before gingerly sitting down on the swivel chair. He felt as his ass scraped the arms of the chair and flopped down. His love handles sat proudly over the arm rests, leaving his arms dangling clumsily over his various side rolls. The chair creaked loudly, which incited some nervous glances from his colleagues. His legs felt pinned by the arm rests, he was unable to spread his legs out to make room for his enormous belly like he would do on the sofa at home. He was hating every second of this uncomfortable hell. Marcus allowed the backrest to take some of the strain, which caused more loud creaks and even a snapping sound which struck momentary fear in his heart. But he was now planted firmly in the too small office chair. He wiggles his was forward, in small jerking movements, to get closer to the desk. His stomach enveloped the edge of the desk much sooner than he anticipated, he was much to far away to actually type anything. I spun then chair round a quarter turn which allowed him to get in closer, but it meant he was using one hand to work.

Just as Marcus started to settle and his laptop fired up, the unthinkable happened. An almighty crack from under him. Then he wasn’t sure what happened except a momentary feeling of falling followed by painful collision with the carpet tiled floor. Within seconds there was a crowd forming around him, they all seemed to be talking over one another as Marcus flushed with embarrassment and writhed around on the floor trying to downplay the pain he was in. Eventually a familiar face appeared above him, a guy called Jim who had started work at the company the same day as Marcus. He was the polar opposite of Marcus, a 50 something ex-army guy who had stayed in shape although gained a lot more silver hair. Jim ushered a load of the onlookers away and knelt beside him. ‘Are you okay Marcus’ Jim said with genuine concern. ‘I think so’ Marcus stuttered as he spoke. ‘Here, let me help you up’ Jim said in a very caring tone. Jim then linked his strong arms around as much of Marcus as he could and whispered ‘3,2,1’ into his ear. Marcus used all his nervous energy to get back to his feet, trying his best to make it seem like Jim’s assistance wasn’t needed. Marcus looked down at the ruined office chair that had broken into several pieces. ‘Don’t make them like they used to’ Marcus’ poor attempt at a joke didn’t bring a smile to Jim’s face, instead Jim stood infront of him with concern in his eyes. ‘Erm, you might need to sort your jumper out’ Jim said as he stared towards Marcus’ stomach. Marcus looked down and was horrified that in the commotion his jumper had slid even further up and was now essentially just actual a boobtube. He hurriedly pulled his jumper back down to cover up as much as he was able. ‘Do you want to come with me to the canteen and grab a coffee while the building managers sorts out this mess?’ Jim offered.

Still feeling embarrassed, Marcus carefully sat on the sturdier looking chair as Jim brought over the coffees. Jim always had a confidence about him that made him very attractive to Marcus, despite the significant age difference. ‘So, Marcus, seems like you have fully settled into the home working life.’ Jim said in a playful tone. ‘Yea, I have gotta admit, I hadn’t realised how big I had become. Like I knew I was getting pretty fat, but today has been a real eye opener’ Marcus felt like he could be honest with Jim, he never seemed to judge him. ‘Yea you was just a slip of a man going into lockdown, you ran rings around me at that company football match. I don’t think you could these days!’ Jim said as he reached over and gently patted Marcus belly. Marcus felt like Jim was flirting, but quickly pushed that thought out of his head. ‘Yea the last five years have involved a lot of time on the sofa and takeouts that’s for sure’ Marcus said as he reached for his coffee. Jim reached out and grabbed Marcus’ hand, looked him in the eye and said ‘I think we both know it’s a little more than that, you have ballooned since I last saw you, you can’t have been more than 12 stone when I saw you last, what are you now? 30,35 stone?’ Marcus didn’t know what to say, Jim was right. This wasn’t just a bit of lockdown weight, this was a huge amount of weight. ‘I don’t know. Maybe.’ Marcus stuttered as he slid his hand out of Jim’s grasp. ‘Marcus, this is serious, you left an average guy, you’re back now looking like this’ Jim’s eyes bulged as if he was seeing Marcus for the first time. ‘I’m not having a go at you, I just want to know what’s happened’. ‘I’m fine just leave it, I was happy at home and I dreaded this day for weeks, and rightly so after how it has gone so far’ Marcus snapped back. ‘Look, Marcus, just listen to me. I’m here for you. I don’t want you feeling like you can’t talk about what ever is going on with you. You’re size will never stop me caring about you, if you 5 or 50 stone, I hope you would still talk to me. You’re my friend, and I want you to be happy’ Jim was heartfelt and truly endearing in the way he spoke. Marcus immediately let his guard down and remember how close they had been before lockdown. ‘Sorry, I just thought I was going to get another lecture about the dangers of obesity. Yea, I’m big now, but I’m happy with it. Rightly or wrongly I discovered a love of food, I even love being a big guy which a guy like you probably doesn’t understand’ Marcus looked out the window as he spoke as to not see Jim’s reaction. ‘Look at me, I can’t say I fully understand, but i understand enough. I know some people get a kick out of being big, but I just want to make sure you are happy’ Jim slid a sachet of sugar to Marcus seeing that he winced slightly at the strong coffee. ‘Thanks Jim. I mean it. I don’t know what I am, I know there are whole communities of people out there into this stuff, but right now I’m just seeing where I fit in and enjoying myself.’ Marcus sipped his now sweetened coffee. ‘That’s great to hear, now let’s change the subject. Have you seen that new guy in Finance….’ That rest of the coffee was supped and Jim relaxed Marcus which allowed him to head back to there office.