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“Ya feel that blubber, boy?” The jock whispered in his ear, “Just remember who put that there…”

The ex-jock moaned as he swallowed the twelfth donut his jock teammate had put in his mouth. His cock was growing in his boxers as the jock explored his fattening body.

The two boys had started working out together, but one soon began to show signs of overindulgence and so the other used that to his advantage: replacing his protein shakes with fattening milkshakes and heavy cream, giving him plenty of rest days (and eventually weeks), taking him out to buffets every night, and eventually feeding him directly. It turned them both on. Boy feeding boy. Man fattening man. Jock growing ex jock. It was meant to be, a symbiotic relationship.

The jock leaned in closer and jiggled the big boy’s belly. “Who out this tank here, huh?” His cock pressed up against his fat ass.

*buuUURP* “You did…you did bro…”

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My outfit from working at the office doesn’t fit anymore

Has the belly gotten bigger since last time I wore this shirt?

This kind of help after a big meal is exactly what I need