From that point on, Caleb wasn’t given much of a reason to hold back.
He was already a weak-willed sort of boy. He was much more apt to lay around and game than he was to do any actual exercise. But once his girlfriend had shown him that his weight wasn’t a big deal, Caleb’s confidence soared. He could finally go back to eating whatever he wanted—whenever he wanted!
The only problem with that was that Cat had spoiled him. Now he wanted more than ever, and his doting girlfriend was more than happy to oblige him. As his confidence grew in bounds with his appetite, it was only natural that his weight would follow.
“You’re lucky that I like to cook.” She said one day, coming out of the back room at Cutie Pie’s with a freshly baked tray of brownies in tow, “Because otherwise, you’d be shit out of luck finding someone else who can fill you up like I do.”
“I’m just lucky you like fat guys.” Caleb gave a heavy-sounding chuckle, one that echoed in his chins, as he put down his Switch
“I like you, you dork.” She poked his nose and lowered the pan in front of him, “Doesn’t matter how big you are.”
“So I’ll join a gym.”
“Notice how I’m not even worried about that?” Cat palmed a handful of her boyfriend’s ample back boobs, “You’re way too lazy to ever get this belly up on a treadmill.”
As Caleb readied his chunky fists with his knife and fork, Cat walked her fingers up his pillowy shoulders. Rubbing his supple shoulder muscles as he began the first of many mid-day snacks to come, Cat pressed the back of his head between her breasts and into her soft stomach. He could feel her low hum of approval in his neck, encouraging him to eat.
As he fought the urge to hunker down over his meal, his back uncomfortably straight against the curvature of his own flesh and the folding chair that was creaking beneath him, Cat lowered herself to wrap her arms around his shoulders. Her hands fell down over his sagging moobs, over the pocket of side fat on either side, and finally came to rest on the widest swell of his belly as it pressed hard against the table. His jeans were loose—the button had come undone long ago—but so packed with boy flesh that it was easy to make out his erection.
“Don’t mind me.” She said in a low, hungry voice, “Just spending some time with my boyfriend. In the back room. Alone, for at least forty five minutes.”
Her breath was warm and sensual, making the hairs on the back of Caleb’s neck stand on end. Instinctively, he began to eat faster. He shuddered as her touch grow more firm and wanting, letting out a soft brownie-filled moan as she began to plant wet kisses on his neck rolls, brushing against his beard. Her hands began to rub in concentric circles, in and out, in and out, over the soft sensitive flesh of his belly.
“Eat your brownies, baby.” She purred, “We’ve got plenty of time—no rush.”
Caleb choked down a whole square of chocolate in a single bite. His dick was hard, buried beneath his belly apron and struggling to stand at attention. The sensation of Cat’s gentle fingers kneading his stomach, her chin nestled into his shoulder as she teased at his ear with her tongue, paired perfectly with the chocolates that he’d so come to love. His chubby toes curled as need overcame him, a mewl sounding from high in his chest as he continued to feed himself.
“Almost done~” Cat chuckled, picking up a brownie for herself, “Here, let me help you out.”
She took a slow, sensual bite of the brownie, letting crumbs trickle down from the corners of her mouth and onto his shoulder. She let out a husky sound of approval as the chocolate fell from her lips.
“Wanna taste?”
“Y-yeah…”
She pressed her lips against his, tongue writhing inside of his mouth as they compared palates. Hanging over the back of the chair and onto her boyfriend, Cat slowly wriggled her way over to his front. She straddled his leg, wrapping herself around him as best she could given his spectacular size. His fat clumsy hands leaving the table for the first time since he sat down, he began to hold her close at any angle he could manage while she steadily began to grind into his massive thigh.
Just as he fumbled his way towards her bra strap, the sound of the doorbell chime sounded overhead. Cat’s eyes rolled towards the kitchen’s exit, and she broke away as slowly as she could.
“JUST A MINUTE!” she hollered into the otherwise empty store before turning back to Caleb, “Sorry baby. Customers.”
A confused, sad little sound squeaked out of the massive boy, not fully realizing what had happened until she was already off of his leg. Still breathing heavy and fully erect underneath his sagging gut, he was left panting in the back room.
“Just have a snack or something, okay?” she fixed her hair in the mirror by the door, “I won’t be too long.”
Then she turned to him and winked.
“Then we can pick up where we left off.”
Caleb sunk low into his seat, shrugging his heavy shoulders slumping in a cock-blocked ennui. Undercutting his disappointment though, was the sharp sound of metal screeching as the folding chair collapsed underneath him—he came tumbling down to the kitchen floor!
His belly sloshing uneasily, still high in the air as his whole body shook with the impact, Caleb was trying to work his way back to a sitting position before Cat came back in at the sound of the commotion.
“Oh my god—” she asked, hefting up his fleshy arms and struggling to assist his stance, “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yeah…” he panted, “Guess… guess we put a little too much weight on that thing.”
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