please share with the class some more mean Connie / awkward Big Hud thoughts! I’m thinking about big hud in a meeting, grabbing donuts that someone brought and put in the center of the table, without really registering how many he’s taken. and connie, either afterwards (or, if you’re open to it, during the meeting itself) having something to say about it…
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Big Hud told Connie last week that he didn't have any time to see her this week because of the big sales meeting on Friday. He has to pitch their company's services to a large firm, and he is freaking out over it.
Connie was understanding; she had comforted him while he told her. Rubbing soothing circles into his back as he lay against her chest, rambling about his presentation. Connie promised him she would pack extra in his lunches so he didn't have to worry about dinner. He sighed and pressed his face deeper into her cleavage and mumbled, "Thank you, Mommy, you take such good care of me."
Connie is true to her word and packs him plenty of food and snacks. She fills his desk drawer with little snack packs she bought from Costco so he never has to go hungry. Monday morning, she drops off his lunch, gives him a kiss, and heads up to her office.
Big Hud is so stressed about this meeting, he's using the fuck out of PowerPoint and trying to make it look as professional as possible, but he just can't get it right. He pulls out his lunch and finishes all the food Connie packs for him in a mindless haze. When his fork hits the bottom of the container, he shocks himself. Two large meals gone in what felt like minutes. He groans and clutches his belly. His stomach is swollen and achy, his pants are too tight, and he is overheating. He tries to stretch himself to find some relief, but there is none to be found. He lets out a shaky sigh and goes back to his presentation.
Connie pops her head into his cubicle on her way out to see how he liked his lunch. Big Hud looks up at her with big, wet eyes and tells her he is so stressed, ate way too much, and now he doesn't have anything for dinner. Connie's eyes widen, and she looks down at Big Huds' middle. His gut pressed against the buttons, testing the limits of his shirt. She looks back up at his face, and he has a slight frown painted on, and his hair is pushed back, messy as if he had been running his fingers through it. Connie steps into his cubicle and crouches next to his chair. She rubs his belly slowly and coos at him, "Poor baby, does your tummy hurt?" He nods weakly. "Poor thing, you're so stressed you're going to eat yourself out of another suit." He whimpers at the words. He really can't afford to gain anymore weight right now; he's got to get himself under control. Connie continues to soothe him and kisses him goodnight, and Big Hud leaves shortly after. Just to stop at McDonald's and eat a little more because he can't go without dinner.
The rest of the week leading up to the meeting, he does the same thing, pacing the office, eating bags of chips, and eating all of Connie's home-cooked meals, plus whatever drive-through garbage on his way home. Except, he stops telling Connie he finished all of her food for lunch, he doesn't want her to know he has no self-control.
By Friday, he puts on his suit, and it is a little tight, nothing he can't manage, though; he can just leave it unbuttoned. He decides to skip breakfast too, he can eat after the meeting. He’s first to the conference room. He’s pacing around anxiously by the time Connie comes in with a large box of donuts for the table. She winks at him, presses a wrapped breakfast sandwich, and takes her seat. He shovels it into his mouth without a second thought. His boss, Rick, comes in next and quickly preps Big Hud for the meeting as guests start to file in. His stomach grumbles, and he grabs a donut. Connie shoots him a look, her eyebrows raised. He ignores her; he has no time for that right now. Big Hud shakes hands and finishes his donut, and quickly grabs another as everyone else takes one.
His portion of the presentation went smoothly, he delivered his pitch perfectly, and everyone seemed to be on board. He sat back down and grabbed his third donut. Everyone glanced at him as he did. Connie cleared her throat, “Hudson, those are for everyone.” She teased lightly. Everyone chuckled. Big Hud laughed with them, his face heating. He leaves the donut in front of him. His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out under the table to glance at it. It's a text from Connie with one word.
He flicks his eyes back up to Connie, who is staring at him. He swallows thickly and begins to eat his donut. He finishes, and Connie nods her head toward the box again. He goes to grab another one, and one of the board members chuckles under his breath. Connie giggles quietly, too. Still, he eats it, despite the shame pooling in his gut.
Finally, the meeting ends, and everyone starts to file out of the conference room. Big Hud shakes hands, smiles, and thanks everyone for coming. Connie is last to leave, and she lingers at the table, jotting more notes down. Big Hud sits down across from her and exhales loudly as he does. He looks down at his stomach, bloated from the sugar and upset. He looks back at Connie expectantly. Connie is tapping her pen on the table, watching him. She leans forward and pushes the box of remaining donuts towards him.
Big Hud groans and grabs the box. He eats two donuts in quick succession, and his stomach makes a sickly gurgle in protest. He reaches for another when he hears a quiet rip. The fabric pulled so tight across his belly that it ripped along the button at the biggest part of his belly. He slowly let his hand drop to feel the damage, and sure enough, a large hole next to his belly button had formed.
"Fuck" he whispered. His cock was hard and leaking against his thigh. He had eaten himself out of another suit. Connie had a look on her face that could only be described as predatory as she slowly made her way across the table. She eyed him up and down, taking him in.
"Button your jacket." She said leaning against the table.
"Did you not hear me?" She leaned into his space and tapped her manicured finger against his temple lightly.
Big Hud whined and tried in vain to pull his jacket shut around his swollen gut. He tried and failed to suck in to the point that he winded himself from the exertion.
Connie clicked her tongue. "I can't believe you ate yourself out of another suit. You used to be so fit. What happened, honey?"
Big Huds' jaw went slack, his tongue thick and useless in his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his overly rounded gut.
"Poor thing, so full you forgot how to speak. As a matter of fact, you're so full you forgot your manners. Where is my thank you, mommy, for taking care of me, hm? Without me, you would have starved."
Big Hud looks back up at her. "Thank you, mommy."
"Mmm, you're welcome, honey. But I know you wouldn't have starved; no one gets such a big tummy without being greedy on their own."
Big Hud whimpers, and his cock throbs.
"I checked your desk drawer where I put all of those snacks for you this morning." Connie leans closer to him, their noses almost touching. "They're all gone, bunny. There were thirty bags of chips in there, and you ate them in four days."
Big Hud stares at her, his eyes impossibly wide. "Oh Mommy, I didn't-"
Connie runs her hand through his hair and rubs his bottom lip with her thumb. "It's okay, baby, I know. You already outgrew your suit, so you might as well. Eat." She says, pushing another donut between his lips.
