Guys I find hot

Its all starting to fit a little too snug

I can’t believe what I’m doing to myself. 😵‍💫 I’m gonna be chugging heavy cream every day this month (and I doubt I’ll stop after that). I’m not gonna lie I cheated and started a couple days ago and I already feel so fat. Anyways, if anyone wants to watch me blow up this month you know where to find me 😉

Feeling absolutely HUGE. Cmon, tease me into pigging out again

Sneak peek of the beer and ice cream bloat ill be posting on patreon and OF later! Belly play included duhh! Also it will be an unblurred version :)

He was far too preppy to be someone I’d ever consider dating, but that didn’t mean my lust for him was not white hot. I spied him from across the restaurant the second he entered with a gaggle of other basic white gays. Dressed in boat shoes, tight chino short shorts, and an even tighter tank top, he would’ve been a clone of the rest of his friends if it weren’t for the fact he was clearly the only one who hadn’t seen the inside of a gym for quite some time. 

The cuff of his shorts were snug against cellulite dimpled thighs and when he sat down the cuffs caused his leg fat to slightly balloon like a muffin rising in the oven. His ass cheeks were plump and juicy, resembling two bouncing water balloons suctioned inside fabric. The seam of his shorts looked ready to burst when he seated himself. 

He sat with legs spread wide to accommodate healthy thighs and a swollen midsection. From the angle I was sitting I couldn’t see his bulge, but regardless of whether it was big or not I knew it had to be visible in those shorts. They were so stuffed with leg and ass fat that his package was surely straining at the seams as well. 

His seafoam green tank top clung to every inch of his fattened upper body, displaying a rounded paunch on the verge of an overhang. It was a hot summer day and a small sweat stain had formed on his lower back between two meaty lovehandles. I imagined myself peeling off the shirt and licking the salty sweat from his back while squeezing the fat that clung to his hips. 

My two girlfriends noticed my hungry gaze and quickly clued in to the object of my desire. They knew my penchant for thick boys, and were giggling and prodding me to go talk to him. It was too soon, though. I had to make eye contact with him first. Feel him out. So I remained seated and observed the overfed man for the next hour. 

The group of men each ordered a fancy cocktail first. Everyone had something different, whether tall and colorful or short and icy, but the man I had my eyes on ordered something special. The waitress brought his out last, and the group began to laugh and cheer. He had ordered some sort of massive blended drink with a corona stuck in the top. One of his friends exclaimed: “Cliff is gonna get shhwasted!” His name was Cliff. 

I couldn’t wait to watch this curvy cutie guzzle down every last drop of those sugary empty calories. Indeed, he wasted no time in getting started. My focus returned to my friends for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, and when I looked back over half the drink was already gone. This boy was going to get drunk. I paid special attention to when the waiter took their order. When it was Cliff’s turn he pointed to something at the menu and asked a question. The waitress motioned with her hands to convey what I assume was a portion size. Cliff continued speaking for what seemed like a long amount of time. I couldn’t tell if he was asking questions or just fine tuning his order, but it struck me that this boy was serious about his food. 

 Meanwhile, our table was served and my friends and I had a lively political discussion. I glanced back to the table of gays to see their food being delivered. To my pleasant surprise, Cliff’s shirt had ridden up to partially reveal a love handle glistening with sweat. I could hardly contain myself. Once again, Cliff’s order came last and I was incredibly pleased to see what it was. He had ordered a large pizza to himself piled high with indiscernible toppings. It must have had custom toppings which would explain why it took so long for him to place his order. 

Again, his friends reacted dramatically when the pizza was delivered, with one of them pinching Cliff’s exposed love handle. He awkwardly pulled his shirt to cover the fleshy bulge and I noticed he was red in the face. I couldn’t tell whether it was from the alcohol or embarrassment. I completely lost track of my friends’ conservation and became enraptured by the ferocity with which this man attacked his pizza. Judging by the empty drink glass, he was probably pretty drunk and needed something to soak up the alcohol. 

He took massive bites, barely swallowing before he’d chomp down for more. He was killing a slice every few minutes and my cock was slowly beginning to stiffen. It was absolutely no surprise why this piggy had such curves. Within fifteen minutes the pizza was almost gone and he was struggling to lean forward and reach the last slice on the other side of the pan. This maneuver caused his shirt to subtly ride up and reveal not one, but both love handles this time. The sweat stain had only grown larger and I could almost make out beads of sweat dripping down his back, past his waistband, and down the ass crack formed by those two mounds of dough stuffed into his shorts. I was practically drooling. 

 A couple of his friends expressed surprise that Cliff was already done eating. With legs still spread wide, he shrugged and patted his belly with both hands. His face was beat red while his friends admired his overinflated paunch. He motioned for the waitress when she came near and she quickly returned with his order: a frosty glass of Coke. Cliff sucked it down quickly, as though he was on the brink of dehydration. 

Seemingly satisfied, he sat up straight, arching his back, and reached his arms above his head to stretch. I could only assume this was an attempt at making his bloated belly feel a little less uncomfortable. I admired his curvy form, especially the way that stretching caused his shapely rump to stick out even further so it looked like the seams would burst at any moment. Still, I was completely shocked when they did. 

A hole about three inches long popped open revealing polka dot underwear with a sweat stain down the middle. My mouth fell agape. Cliff dropped his arms and fingered the hole in his pants. He looked around at his friends, presumably to see if they had noticed. They hadn’t. He sat still for a moment before standing up, pulling down his tank top, and awkwardly heading to the bathroom. My heart raced. This was my chance. 

I stood up and followed him to the bathroom, admiring the way his bubble butt bounced with each step. My cock was growing harder by the moment and I had to adjust myself to keep it from being too obvious. I stopped in front of the bathroom door and took a deep breath before following him inside. I had to play this smoothly. When I walked in, his ass was facing the mirror in a comic attempt to twist his swollen form around to see the damage that had been done. 

My entrance startled him and he awkwardly proceeded to the urinal. I followed suit, forcing out some piss despite having a semi. I shook my dick off and walked to the sink, paying special attention to get a close up of this man’s posterior. It was extraordinarily shapely, much rounder and perkier than I expected. My guess was that he was a former twink who in a prior life spent several hours at the gym attaining a tight muscular ass. Since then he’d given in to a lifestyle of happy hours and late night pizzas which added several inches of luscious fat onto the once muscled rump. 

He waited ‘til I was in the middle of washing my hands to finish up and walk over to the sink. My heart was fluttering and I leaned back to take a look at his butt. 

“Hole in your pants?” I asked. “Classic.“ 

 He laughed awkwardly loud and replied, "You got me! I’m just… I… My weight is a little outta control lately." 

"I think you look great, man. I noticed you the second you sat down." 

"Oh,” he giggled drunkenly, “are you hitting on me?" 

"If that’s alright with you,” I said softly and stepped closer to him. 

Suddenly the room was filled with sexual tension and he leaned slightly towards me. 

“It’s definitely alright with me,” he said and planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth. 

I grabbed his padded waist and pulled him close for a longer kiss. As we began to make out I flicked the lock on the door for privacy. He was hesitant at first so I grabbed his waist harder, shoving his bloated body against mine. Apparently a bit of aggression was all that was necessary to get his libido into overdrive. 

He began to sloppily make out with me and I could taste the pizza and alcohol on his tongue. My hand slipped lower to cup one of his puffy ass cheeks and gave it a firm squeeze. He let out a slight moan followed by a burp that smelled like strawberry flavoring and tequila. 

“I’m so drunk,” he giggled. “This is really hot." 

My other hand drifted from his softened jaw line and down the distended curves of his torso to finally rest on his posterior. I now had a two handfuls of ass fat in my palms and grinded our groins together. His pants ripped a bit more but neither of us cared. His cock felt stiff against mine and it was clear we were both incredibly turned on. 

I pushed him against the wall and let my mouth travel down his salty neck. I lifted his shirt and explored his hairy and somewhat soft nipples before traveling lower. A slight happy trail led me down his positively bloated belly. I took a roll of fat in my moth and heard the contents of his stomach slosh and he moaned once more. 

"Are you a bottom?” I asked. 

“Yeah… but, we can’t fuck right now." 

"Can I at least get a taste of this beautiful ass?” I purred and licked at his belly. 

“Oh yeah. Yes please." 

I undid his pants that were on the verge of bursting even more and his cock sprung to life in front of my face. Precum hung from its tip and I licked it off before flipping him around. I began to salivate with this man’s ripe sweaty bubble butt inches from my face. I pulled down his underwear to reveal dimpled yet perky cakes. I gave them a firm jiggle before spreading him open and breathing in his smell. 

I wedged my face between his cheeks as far as I could and explored his tight hole with my tongue. His ass was so fat my face disappeared into his crack. I had a hard time breathing and kept having to come up for air. Before I knew it we were both jerking off and probably making enough noise that those outside the bathroom could hear. 

With my nose buried deep in his rump, I would occasionally shake my head, sending the globes of fat surrounding my face bouncing and undulating in every direction. This caused him to moan every time. My tongue traveled from his hole, up his crack and to his somewhat squishy lower back with a dimple above each ass cheek. With some fresh air I could smell his stink on my face and it drove me wild. 

I began to suck and squeeze his cheeks like pizza dough, giving them a slap every now and then. I dove back in between the slabs of delicious fat protecting his hole and he began to moan increasingly louder. 

"I, I think…” he stammered, “I’m close." 

I shoved my tongue as deep inside him as I could, gripping my raging boner in one hand, and his ass fat in the other. 

"Oh shit,” he said. 

Come squirted across the room as his ass clenched to my face. I was on the verge of losing my load. When he was done I stood up and spread his cheeks wide, letting my jizz explode across the pigs oversized butt. I rubbed my come across his cheeks, cupping one and it giving it a sticky final slap. 

“You’re fucking delicious,” I said. 

“I’ve never been eaten out like that in my life,” he replied. 

“Now what?" 

"Maybe we exchange phone numbers?" 

"Sure, but my pants are even more ripped now. And my friends are probably wondering what happened,” he laughed. 

“Just tell the truth." 

"Hah which is what? I’m a fatty that just had random amazing bathroom sex?" 

"Tell them some guy found your ass so irresistible he couldn’t help but rip your clothes off to get a taste." 

He grinned and bashfully looked me in the eyes.