![]() ![]() The image staring back at him didn’t look like the J&J they had been in California. Before leaving the house they had snapped a photo for Instagram since they hadn’t posted since they moved to New York five months ago. Justin was staring at his phone in disbelief. Their girth was hard to ignore as the train car sent vibrations through their softest spots. Justin’s thighs now touched at all times, especially when he was seated. His pants had been sized up but not his shirt, which was slightly strained at the buttons when he was sitting down. A healthy paunch sat in Joe’s lap, subtly sloping out underneath well-defined pecs. The rumble of the subway caused Joe and Justin to jiggle. When they were finished, he looked directly at the soft roll of flesh hanging over Hugo’s elastic pants and said “hit the gym, man.” “Fuckin’ pig” the driver muttered under his breath when he first walked in. Hugo’s room was dark and dingy, covered in take out containers, smelling of dick. The driver could barely contain himself when Hugo asked for help unloading the groceries. He made a show of breathing heavy and scratching at his stretch marks, even burping a couple times on purpose. ![]() With the backseat filled with groceries, Hugo sat in the front. The rideshare driver regarded Hugo with more disgust than anyone at the grocery store. It was only three blocks, but what was a fat boy supposed to do? Go home empty handed? Or worse, burn all the calories it would take to carry this back himself? He pulled out his phone and ordered a rideshare. Hugo was blighted with carrying all of this home by hand, unless… The total was nearly two hundred dollars and at that moment he realized he had forgotten his personal cart for the walk home. The cashier awkwardly rang up the food while trying not to look at Hugo’s exposed lard, hairy and hanging heavy with stretch marks. He relished every moment.Īfter a long meander down the snack food aisle and a quick detour through produce just for show, Hugo went to the register. People regarded him with shock and disgust, sometimes pity. A young fat white slob whose clothes didn’t even fit him, gorging himself on dairy and junk food outside of his parents’ watchful eyes. This was usually when people started to stare. Butter, whole milk, heavy cream, whipped cream, sour cream, they all made it into his cart. ![]() He tended to stick with boxed wine because it was cheap and went down easy. He moved on to ice cream, multiple tubs, and then alcohol. His criteria when shopping: does it look good and is it fattening. Pizza, chicken wings, pasta, you name it. He grabbed a cart and started in the frozen food section. The swoosh of the automatic doors felt like the embrace of an old friend as his eyes lit up at the aisles of food waiting to fatten him up. He was at the grocery store nearly every day, racking up charges parents’ credit card. This was the only exercise he got without any classes. Wobbling to the market on foot Hugo relished the stares his exposed overhang garnered. A denim jacket that could no longer button accentuated his protuberant gut. Some gray sweatpants showed off his half chubbed dick and caked up ass. A solid two, maybe three, inches of belly fat hung free beneath the hem. It was the perfect shirt to wear to the grocery store. His pig brain took one night and he ordered it online whilst fapping. He was determined to add a fifth and sixth by the time spring break was over and his roommate returned to the dorm.Īfter rinsing off in the shower he pulled on a size small T-shirt. He burped and rubbed his stomach, fingering the four stretch marks around his belly. He lurched out of bed, his stomach sloshing with an unholy combination of cafeteria food, Boost VHC, and ice cream. He started jerking absentmindedly but then remembered he had to save his loads for when he was stuffing. He was already hard again, his erection comfortably sandwiched between his expansive thighs and ballooning gut. Hugo awoke from his nap plastered in jizz, chocolate syrup, and ice cream. ![]()
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