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A reference for writers. If this enables one more sentence of chubby fic, my job is done.

Suggestions very welcome.

Updated here on a dedicated page with way more words (and organization)

CHUBBY

 ample  apple/pear  beefy  big  big boned  big frame  bigger  blimpy  blubbery  bulky  carrying extra pounds  chubby  chunky  corpulent  cuddly  dimpled  doughy  fattie  filled out  flabby  fleshy  floppy  fluffy  heavily built  heavy  heavyset  hippo  husky  large  meaty  obese  on the bigger side  out of shape  overweight  paunchy  plump  porker  porky  portly  pudgy  puffy  roly-poly  rubenesque  stocky  stout  thick  tubby  tubs  unfit  voluptuous well-nourished

BIG

 abundant   bloated         blob of    chunky  chubby  doughnut  flesh  full  heft   lush          mass  massive  mountainous       padded    plump     plush      rotund  round, rounded, rounded out  softened   swollen, swelled up  thick  wide 

BELLIES

 abdomen  beach ball  beer belly  blubber  girth  gut  middle  midsection    padding       paunch  pillow  pot belly  spare tire  stomach  tum  tummy  waist  waistline

BELLY PARTS

biggest/fattest/fullest/roundest part  love handles       mound    muffin top  overhang  rolls, fat rolls, side rolls  shelf   stretch marks   swells of fat    underbelly

WHAT BELLIES DO

 balloon out  bounce    bow out    bulge out  bump  droop  fill out  folds hang  jiggle  overflow  poke out  pooch out  protrude  push  quiver  settle  shake  shelf  sink       soften   stick out  suck in  swell out  tremble  wiggle  wobble

TOUCHES

 brush  drift over  explore  ghosting fingertips over  glide over  grab  hands sink in  knead  massage  pat  pinch  poke  push into  rest hand on  rub  rub circles /draw circles  squeeze  squish

FEELS

 comfy  cuddly  cushiony   dimpled   doughy  firm  lumpy  mushy  pliable  smooth  soft  squishy  warm  yielding

CLOTHES

Shane looked at his diary, trying to get an idea of the day he had ahead of him. Sighing, he remembered that he had interviews to conduct for the junior management role in one the patisseries he ran as the area manager. Shane loved his job, but this week had been a nightmare with endless deadlines and meetings. He enjoyed the challenge, but hated when his work schedule interfered with his personal life; especially when his work over spilled into his gym evenings where Shane kept up his powerlifting to maintain his perfectly muscular physique. He had seen many times over what could happen if you didn’t keep up an active exercise regime in this job.

Bon Bon patisserie was a rapidly expanding chain selling sweet and savoury pastries and desserts; specialising in the most delicious and calorific treats on the market. Working for the company was a sweet number as well; excellent pay, great benefits. Shane was always flooded with applications every time a position came up. Unlike most jobs in catering, a position at Bon Bons was fast becoming a job for life for its employees, who all knew they were on to a good thing. Shane felt guilty, remembering that he had just pulled out applications at random this time, he just hadn’t had the time to read them all. The company demanded that he interviewed at least three people, so that was all he had chosen; the three lucky candidates, lining up for their interview as he arrived at the store a couple of hours later.

All three candidates were in their early 20s, attractive and well groomed. However, only two of them were dressed appropriately for the interview. Rachael and Jasmine wore smart clothes and stood up politely to greet and shake Shane’s hand as he introduced himself. The third candidate, Jack, was less prepared. Dressed in low-cut jeans and a t-shirt, Jack was attractive and athletic, getting glances from customers in the store lining up for their pastries. He had a handsome face, short, dark rugged hair and a perfectly toned body under his snug-fitting t shirt. He was clearly a guy who never really struggled for things in life. Jack reminded Shane of himself when he was about 8 years younger, before he took up body building in a big way.

Jack wore a smug look on his face and slouched back in his chair, waving at Shane lazily whilst the two girls stood up to shake his hand professionally. Shane also caught him taking the opportunity to check out the girls’ from behind as they stood up; clearly much more interested in that than the interview he was about to have.

‘Thanks for coming everyone. The interview will only be short as I’m very busy this week. That’s why I’ve asked you all to come at the same time. There are only the three of you being interviewed and I’ll let you choose between you who wants to go first.’

The candidates looked at each other. Jack looked like he could hardly be bothered and so the girls decided between them who would go first, smiling nervously to each other. Shane then led Rachael away to the office at the back of the store for a very brief interview, followed by Jasmine. Finally, in strode Jack, rolling in to the interview chair and spreading his legs out wide like he owned the place.

Shane found the guy’s arrogance somewhat unbelievable. He barely had a noteworthy thing to say throughout the entire interview, looking like he was merely sitting there to pass the time.

‘And finally’ asked Shane, preparing to round off the interview, ‘what positive things did you notice from our staff in the store today that you would be looking to copy were you given this position?’

‘Um…nothing really,’ sighed Jack. ‘The big, fat ass guy on the counter was more interested in the cakes than his customers’ he laughed harshly.

Shane inhaled, trying not to say what he really thought. ‘That big, fat ass guy, as you call him, would be your boss. You’d need to learn a little more respect, you realise?’

‘Sure man, sure’ nodded Jack lethargically.

‘Well, thanks for coming Jack. I’ll let you go back to your coffee and I’ll call you later on to let you know if you’ve been successful.’ Shane shook his hand and watched as Jack left at his own slow pace. It had to have been the worst interview he had ever conducted for the company. He could barely believe it. Rachael and Jasmine on the other hand, were perfect candidates and ticked every box; choosing between them was going to be hard. However, Shane noted with a pang of guilt, whoever he chose was destined to gain a lot of weight working at a patisserie like this. It happened over and over again. Take, Frank, the ‘fat ass’ guy working in this store as manager; he had gained what looked like 50lbs since he started working here three years ago. Get a job at Bon Bon’s and the tasty treats are going to get you eventually. Did those girls really deserve that?

Suddenly, Shane had an idea. Why not give the job to Jack? He was hardly likely to last more than a few months and maybe it would teach him a little bit of humility, gaining a few lbs on what was probably a perfect six pack underneath that t shirt. It would teach the arrogant jerk a lesson to grow a little fatter. Just a few tweaks to the notes Shane had taken during his interview and Shane could easily justify his hiring. He chuckled to himself as he made the arrangements and drove off to his next meeting.

‘How’s the newbie getting on?’ asked Shane a month later to Alec, the store’s manager. ‘He seemed very keen in his interview’ smiled Shane, chuckling to himself.

‘Not great’ huffed Alec. ‘He’s been here three weeks and still needs showing what to do each day. He just can’t be bothered to learn. He also keeps on giving away free food to the hot girls or gay guys that come in here. I’ve had to speak to him more than once.’

Employees at Bon Bon’s were allowed three free pastries per day, which was partly why their weight always sky rocketed when they started working there. A month in and Jack looked no different. No wonder if he was giving them all away. Shane would have to talk to him. Jack was only here to fatten up a bit to teach him a lesson; but it seemed like he couldn’t even do that right.

‘Listen Jack. I’ve heard that you keep giving free food to the attractive customers. I’m afraid the company just doesn’t find that behaviour acceptable or professional. I’ve told Alec that if he catches you doing it again it will have be an instant dismissal. Do I make myself clear?’ said Shane seriously. ‘You can eat here or take your daily allowance home to family, but you must not give it away to customers again’.

‘Fine’, huffed Jack, surrendering to the harsh line. ‘But you should know, Alec eats way more than his daily allowance; I’ve seen him taking a box full of stuff home after a shift.’

‘Well, thanks for telling me Jack. Officially that’s against the rules, you’re right. We’re supposed to dispose of the food that isn’t sold. But, as a company we tend to turn a blind eye to it because we don’t like waste. It saves us money having to dispose of it anyway. Feel free to take a box yourself. I’ll let Alec know I’ve okayed it.’

Jack seemed to perk up at the idea, nodding his head at the thought of free stuff.

‘Have you even tried the food here since you started?’ asked Shane.

‘Nah, I don’t really have a sweet tooth’ admitted Jack.

‘What about the savoury range?’ asked Shane. Jack shook his head. ‘Well, well, we need to change that’ smiled Shane, waving his hand to Alec and ordering one of the tastiest and most calorific cream pastries on their menu. ‘Try that’ he said with a grin. ‘You won’t be disappointed!’

Jack cautiously took a small spoonful and tasted it like it was potentially poisonous. Then suddenly his face relaxed and he smiled, helping himself to a much larger spoonful, nodding keenly.

‘So, no more giving food away?’ asked Shane one last time, watching the fit guy tuck into his fattening feast.

‘No way man’ said Jack in between mouthfuls.

Shane smiled to himself as he saw the beginning of his plan take effect. He could practically hear the buttons bursting off the arrogant jock’s shirt in no time.

‘How’s Jack getting on?’ asked Shane a month later as he popped in to the store.

‘Better’ said Alec. ‘He seems to know what he’s doing now and he’s a bit more enthusiastic about the products when customers ask.’

‘I seem to remember there was an issue with him giving away food to customers?’ enquired Shane, pretending to barely recollect their last conversation.

‘Yeah, that’s stopped now. He has his free portions himself during breaks and helps himself at the end of a shift for the stuff he wants to share with family’

‘Good. I’m pleased to hear that has stopped. It wasn’t a good image for the company, staff giving away free food’ reasoned Shane, whilst scanning the store for a glimpse of Shane to see whether the cocky stud had started to gain at all yet. Sure enough, a few seconds later, out he popped from the back, wiping his mouth on a store napkin. There wasn’t much noticeable change yet, thought Shane with disappointment. But, Jack didn’t sound like he was going to be fired imminently, so maybe there was still time to put a few lbs on him before he moved on. Jack watched him as he wandered about the few tables in the café area, noting with a grin that his ass had a new fullness to it. If anything, it made him look more buff and rugged, but the first few lbs always did that, smirked Shane. No, grinned Shane; ‘wave bye bye to that six pack!’ he thought. It wouldn’t be long now until this arrogant idiot started to fatten up just like every other employee who had been in his overfed shoes. Shane couldn’t wait.

Things had been so busy for Shane over the next four months he rarely had the opportunity to pop in to the store, and when he did, he always seemed to land on the days Jack wasn’t working. Today however, Shane was coming to do a six month review with Jack. Shane could hardly believe that Jack had lasted this long. The shock was almost as great as the first glimpse he got of Jack as he wandered in to the store that day. Jack was standing in front of the counter, his face fuller and plumper and two bulging nipples pressing against his work shirt. Below that was the outline of a round little pot belly that was pushing against the buttons and looming over the guy’s belt. As Jack turned to make coffee, Shane could see that his ass had bloated significantly in the last four months as well, with two large spheres threatening to burst out of his tight work pants. Shane almost felt sorry for him, getting this fat so fast. He estimated that Jack had gained at least 40lbs. Then he brushed it aside and allowed the wave of accomplishment wash over him. Maybe this fatter Jack had learned a lesson by now.

‘Hi, can I just get a coffee please’ he asked Jack after his short wait in the queue.

Jack looked at him and gave him what looked like a flirtatious smile. ‘I can get you anything you want’ smiled Jack, raising an eyebrow as he moved away to make his coffee, exposing his fat chubby ass to Shane once more. ‘Here you go’ he smiled, ‘and if you need anything else, you let me know. My name is Jack.’

Shane couldn’t believe that Jack was flirting with him so obviously. For starters, the arrogant guy had already forgotten Shane, who had interviewed him only six months ago and secondly, he clearly didn’t realise that with a fat little gut like that on him, Shane was way out of his league now. ‘Um, I know who you are Jack. I’m your regional manager, Shane, here for your six month review.’

‘Oh, yes. Sorry!’ blushed Jack. ‘Just ignore me,’ he stuttered, almost embarrassed.

‘So, how do like working here?’ asked Shane simply as he sat Jack down twenty minutes later.

‘I like it’ nodded Jack. ‘It’s a pretty great deal. Free food and good pay. Just a shame that I have to put up with that fat ass over there’ said Jack, nodding towards Alec.

Shane sighed, barely believing that Jack had hardly changed at all in the last six months; despite the good 40lbs of lardy fat that was starting to bloat up his own body. ‘You’re still having problems with Alec?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, he’s always moaning at me for one thing or another. He hates sharing the leftovers at the end of the day. Always yells at me for taking too much home.’

‘These sound fairly trivial matters’ reasoned Shane. If there really were arguments about who got to take the leftovers home, he guessed that Jack was winning, hands down. This greedy porker hadn’t exactly been starving himself.

‘He’s always eating them’ carried on Jack. ‘Look at the lard ass on him!’ he spat, contemptuous towards Alec.

‘Alright, I’ll have a word with him’ consoled Shane, wanting to move onto more important matters.

A few questions later and Shane was wrapping things up. ‘And lastly, I need to ask you how you’re managing your work/life balance. Are you still having time for the things you want to do or are you finding work gets in the way?’

‘Yeah, it’s fine’ said Jack. ‘I’ve started playing soccer Tuesday and Thursday nights at the local club to keep the weight off so I have plenty of time for that.’

‘Good, I’m glad to hear it’ said Shane cheerfully, sending Jack back to his shift, replacing him with Alec, the store manager a few moments later. ‘Still having problems with Jack I hear?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, he’s just not very respectful of me as a manager. He constantly moans when he’s not allowed to take all the left over stock at the end of the day. ‘

‘Yeah, about that…’ started Shane, looking at Jack’s starter belly as he flirted with an attractive girl at the counter. ‘New guidance from head office; they don’t want the managers taking leftover stock home any more. They think it looks bad to staff working below them.’

Alec breathed a disappointed sigh. ‘What about junior managers?’ he asked hopefully, looking across at Jack.

‘They’re still ok’ said Shane, surprised at his easy lie.

‘That’ll make him happy’, spat Alec, still looking across at Jack. ‘Chubby little bastard always wants the lot at the end of the day’.

‘Sorry, I know it sucks. It doesn’t really seem fair does it?’ he smiled, consolingly at Alec. ‘Anyway, back to Jack, I want to shift the rota around so that he is working during our quieter shifts as well. I want him here every Tuesday and Thursday evening so he gets to experience the different pace.’

‘He won’t be happy about that. He’s just started at a soccer club that play on those nights’.

‘Too bad. If he doesn’t like it, he knows where the door is’ announced Shane, making Alec smile believing that Shane was on his side in his petty arguments against Jack.

‘Oh and, before I go. Make sure Jack gets a new uniform. That fat ass of his is going to put the customers off their food before long’.

Shane was sure to make time to check in at least once a month from then on. He delighted as he watched Jack’s small gut bloom into something a lot more noticeable. His belly rounded out beautifully into a soft roll that encased his middle. His ass started to widen and Shane noticed that Jack’s thighs were filling up fast as well. But above all, Shane was most pleased to see Jack’s pretty boy face developing the cutest double chin and chubby cheeks. There was no denying it any more. Jack was very close to being a fat boy; his newly expanded gut, pressing against the large shirt Alec had ordered for him. Jack had been working for the company for almost a year and had easily gained 80lbs by now; much more than regular employees gained in that time. All of it soft looking, blubbery fat that was easily attributable to a high fat and sugar diet, combined with a lack of exercise, thanks to Shane’s interference.

Shane was there that day to introduce the staff to the new coffee machines they were ordering in. The store closed early on Monday evenings so it made it the perfect time for things like this. Alec had left earlier in the day, unwell; Jack had been left to manage the store himself for the last two hours. The boy was certainly learning.

Shane was showing him how to use the machine and now handed it over to Jack to have a go himself, standing back to admire Jack’s broad, overfed ass from behind. Brilliant! He thought to himself, noting its roundness and seemingly perfect softness. For the first time, he felt himself getting hard over Jack, imagining plunging his dick into Jack’s chubby ass and making the fat porker squeal like the overfed pig that he was. The feeling was confusing. He had never been attracted to one of his employees before, certainly not the ones as fat as this. But, Shane realised, feeling hornier and hornier, that were it not for him, Jack would still have the fit, athletic body he had always had. Shane was so consumed by the idea that he didn’t even notice Jack pressing the wrong button on the machine, causing hot coffee to splash all over the pair of them.

The pair yelled and immediately patted down their shirts to avoid the hot coffee burning them, before bursting into laughter at the stupid mistake.

‘Never mind Jack. I have new uniforms in the back of my car we can put on. We can’t go home looking like this.’

Shane removed his shirt and used it to clean up the mess of coffee that had covered the counter. Jack stood there open mouthed at the hot, fit, muscular body that was in front of him. ‘Well, come on Jack, get that shirt off. You can have a fresh one now.’

Jack removed his shirt, not bothering to undo all the buttons, but pulling the whole thing over his head. Shane watched as the first fleshy glimpse of soft belly was revealed, before Shane stood there shirtless, his fat, chubby belly rolling over on to his belt and even bulging around his love handles. His previously toned chest had morphed into a soft pair of full moobs, which were beginning to sag downwards onto his gut, which now protruded beyond his rib cage. Shane’s boner was harder than ever.

Jack surveyed Shane with awe. ‘How come you get to look like that and I just turn into a fat bastard working for this company’ he complained, grabbing a roll of his lard and jiggling it.

‘You want to look like me?’ asked Shane, in the same cocky manner he imagined Jack would have used a year or so ago. He flexed his six pack for emphasis. ‘But then you wouldn’t be able to eat these’ teased Shane, wafting a leftover pastry under Jack’s nose, giggling to himself as he saw Jack swallow the saliva he was building up just smelling the sweet pastry.

‘They’re the reason I’m in this shape’ said Jack, looking down at himself before turning away to clean the coffee machine.

Shane admired the way his thick love handles merged into his wide hips and ass. Before he knew it, he was reaching out, patting Jack on his bulbous ass cheek and teasing ‘It’s not just the pastries’ fault…’ before he swaggered outside to get new shirts from his trunk. ‘You’re an XXL right?’ he asked, throwing a shirt at Jack as he walked back in.

‘No, I wear a large’ said Jack, looking down at his new shirt.

‘No you’re not Jack. Trust me man, you’re an XXL.’

The two men continued the training and cleaned up the mess that had been made. It turned out that Jack really did have some good ideas for the store and for the first time, Shane was genuinely impressed by him. Jack also had a pretty decent sense of humour as well, when you got to know him.

Not long after that, Alec requested a transfer to a new store in the next state. He had met a girl online and was moving away to be with her. Shane was too busy to advertise and fill the vacancy and so Jack naturally stepped up to take the helm temporarily, whilst a part time worker in another store picked up more hours there to cover the shortfall. Shane made sure to keep a keen eye on how Jack was getting on being full time manager, popping in at least once a week to check on him.

‘It’s hard work being the manager’ grumbled Jack, sitting down with Shane after-hours one Monday evening, tucking in to a couple of left over pastries. ‘I appreciate how much Alec used to do now. I actually really miss him.’

‘You’re running this place really well though Jack. You seem like you were born to do it. The company is very impressed with the way you have just stepped in like this. They want to offer you the position permanently.’ Shane was expecting Jack to be delighted but instead he looked disappointed.

‘Well, I guess it makes sense’ he huffed.

‘What’s the matter? I thought you’d be pleased?’

‘I am. It’s just, the managers don’t get to take the leftovers home do they? Alec used to complain about that loads.’

Shane smiled broadly, trying not to laugh. Man, how he loved the fact that this fat boy thought about his stomach before anything else. ‘Oh that!’ he chuckled. ‘No, I made that up when you and Alec kept on arguing about who would take home the leftover stock. You’re fine, you can keep taking it.’

Jack’s face lit up. ‘Phew! That’s a relief!’ he cheered. Then he paused and thought for a moment. ‘I can’t believe you did that for me though, helping me out when I was arguing with Alec over the leftovers.’

Shane tried not to laugh. Poor Jack thought he helped him get the leftovers out of kindness? No, the only reason he had done it was to help grow the fat belly that now sat beautifully in Jack’s lap. ‘Don’t worry about it man. I always help out my favourite employees…’ he smiled with a flirtatious wink at the fat glutton.

A month later it was the Bon Bon’s Christmas function. Staff from all over the area’s franchises got together for one huge night of festivities. The company put on a lavish party and paid for half of the cost of bedrooms in the hotel if staff really wanted to let their hair down and have a good time. Shane had been working and arrived a couple of hours late. He looked around at the large room of overweight staff, dotted occasionally by the odd thin, newly employed members of staff. Jack was sat in the corner, a beer in hand, his legs spread out wide, allowing his fat gut to take centre stage whilst watching the girls dancing on the dance floor. He smiled and waved Shane over when he saw him.

‘About time you got here man’ said Jack, clearly a little tipsy. ‘All these fat girls aren’t really doing it for me.’

Shane laughed. Maybe Jack would never change. ‘I seem to remember you going home a couple of hours early last year with Kelly from the other store,’ smiled Shane.

‘Oh, you noticed huh?’ grinned Jack. ‘Nah, look at her this year. She’s put on a ton of weight. Look at her! She’s got so damn fat!’ he pointed, not realising how obvious he was.

‘Not so fast fat boy!’ teased Shane, patting Jack’s overfed belly. ‘ You must have been at least 90lbs lighter yourself this time last year.’

‘Ha, yeah, you’re right actually. I never weigh myself. I have put on a lot of weight.’

‘Don’t worry about it man,’ consoled Shane. ‘It happens to everyone who works for Bon Bon’s. I give them their job, next thing I know, they’re packing on the weight.’

Jack was looking at Shane in a slightly drunken, horny gaze. Surrounded by a room of fatties, Jack only seemed to have eyes for Shane and his bulging biceps.

‘So did you know that this would happen to me when you gave me the job?’ He grabbed a roll of his fat belly. ‘Did you know I’d get fat like this?’ he grinned, hoping to turn Shane on.

‘Of course I did’ stated Shane, not elaborating.

‘So this is what you do huh? You hire these attractive young people and watch them eat and get fatter. Then you travel around visiting them all, showing off your killer body and turning them on.’ Jack was clearly so horny he was ready to pounce on Shane at any moment. Shane decided to go with it.

‘Pretty much’ he smirked, allowing Jack to see him glancing down at his round belly. ‘See that guy over there’ he pointed suddenly. ‘That’s Gary, a manager from one of our stores.’ Jack looked at the overweight man Shane was pointing to. He was young, perhaps 30, but clearly a very overfed guy, with a huge round belly and wide hips. He probably had another 60lbs on Jack.

‘Yeah, I see him’ said Jack, enjoying the fact that Shane had to move closer to him to be heard above the music.

‘That’s what I’m going to make you look like soon. Probably by this time next year, that’ll be your fat ass waddling about on the dance floor.’

‘You’d like that wouldn’t you?’ smiled Jack, seeing that Shane was getting horny talking about it.

‘Oh yes’ smiled Shane, placing his large hand on Jack’s wide, soft thighs. ‘I can’t wait to see you get like that.’

Without a word, the two boys stood up and made their way to the elevator. They were heading to Shane’s room. Shane opened the door and slapped Jack’s fat ass. ‘Go get yourself ready in there fat boy. I’ll be back in a second.’

By the time Shane got back, Jack was lying naked on his bed, his cock rock hard. His belly was even larger than last time Shane had seen it. His moobs were properly developed now and his gut rolled over on to the bed sheets when he lay on his side. Then Jack rolled over submissively on to his font, revealing his wide, tubby ass for Shane to inspect. ‘You like that?’ he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

Shane removed his clothes immediately and then grabbed a large flat box he had brought up with him from downstairs. He lay himself flat on the bed next to Jack and then, in one fast motion, threw a large cream pastry down on to his cock. ‘Eat it, fatty’ he ordered.

Jack smiled, pulled himself onto all fours and then leaned over Shane, nibbling and licking away at the calorific treat. Shane was in heaven, feeling the greedy fatty sucking and licking away over his cock, whilst he peered down the bed at Jack’s fat gut hanging down and jiggling slightly as he stayed there on all fours. He patted his belly and grabbed a roll of the lard whilst he shouted at Jack ‘Come on! Get it down. Eat it faster fatty!’ Amazingly it seemed to be working as well, as Jack ate and ate furiously. Each time he finished, Shane would throw the next down on to his cock, slap Jack on his fat ass and demand that he get back to it.

Jack finished his fifth cake and Shane could sense that he was starting to slow down. He bounced up off the bed with a speediness that Jack was no longer capable of and moved around to where Jack’s ass still stood, on all fours. Lubricated by the cream, he thrust his cock deeply into Jack’s ass, making him squeal. Then he chuckled to himself as he saw the fat ripple through Jack’s body with each powerful thrust he made, getting closer and closer to coming as he thought to himself of the athletic, toned jerk he had hired and looked down at the greedy pig he was currently fucking. The release was unreal. Shane had never had sex like it.

As he rolled Shane over, he saw that he had come as well whilst he was getting fucked.