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"That was the longest day of my life" I thought to myself as I finally made it out of the office. It was pitch black, I was leaving four hours late, and I was absolutely starving. The night was heavy and I had a bad feel it was about to start pissing down.
I crossed the street as the first drops of rain fell and, just before ducking under the bush shelter, I made a snap decision; it was time for a taxi. I turned on the curb and, mercifully quickly, spotted a private hire trundling down the street. I flung my arm out, flagged it down, and bent to the window as it pulled up in front of me.
Sat behind the wheel was one of the biggest men I'd seen in my life. He was relatively young, maybe in his mid-thirties, with a handsome round face, neat side part of ginger hair and the most incredible belly. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and the straining buttons were putting up a good fight against the 400lb behemoth it was being worn by. As he turned to the window, leaning to ask where I was heading, his solid bulk moved with him and his large belly was pressed firmly against the steering wheel.
"Wow" I thought, though I actually replied "Hey Man, Gloucester Drive?"
With a curt nod he replied "You got it" and I jumped in the back, relaxing in to the warm darkness of the taxi. The car set off and we began to wind through the street of the city centre, heading toward the suburban sprawl and, as I let go of my stress from the day, I became acutely aware of just how little I'd eaten whilst I was rushed off my feet. My stomach almost ached with emptiness and as we made our way down a less busy side road, cutting out a load of traffic lights in the process, I saw the Golden Arches of a Macdonald's up ahead. We sailed past it before I could even ask the driver to slow but it had made my mind up for me.
Leaning forward in my seat, I found myself asking "Mate, could you pull up next time we go past a food place? I've barely eaten today."
"Yeah, course man. You want dropping off there?"
"No, just keep the meter going if that's okay. Ah there's a burger place about 3 minutes away, we can stop there. You want anything?" I asked, hoping the answer would be yes.
"Nah man, the wife'd kill me, I'm s'posed to be on a diet at the moment." He said, reaching to the passenger seat to pick up a bag "had my meals, just got snacks left" he added, with a wry grin in the rear-view mirror, holding up a plastic bag with a banana and a pear in it.
"I'm sure one meal wouldn't hurt, what's your usual order?" I asked, ignoring his protestations.
"Honestly man, worth more than my life. She won't stop at the moment" He went on, putting on a high pitch voice and adding "Dave, I can't believe how big you've got. How am I supposed to fancy a great lump like you?" before adding "She'd go ape shit. I feel like I haven't eaten properly in weeks."
"Sorry mate, I didn't think. No need to stop, I don't want to taunt you. And, I don't mean to be awkward, but I actually think you're really handsome, you carry it well." I found myself saying.
Dave glanced back again in the rear-view mirror, I could tell he was looking me over and I was slightly nervous. I wondered briefly if I was about to be kicked out of his car for what I'd just said, or if he was about to tell me to shut up at best.
He held the gaze for a moment and then "Cheers, I kind of like being bigger, to be honest. I used to play rugby so I've never been small, wish Mandy saw it that way, might actually get a blow job every once in a while, you know what I'm saying" he finished with a wink before adding "You gay or something?"
"Yeah mate, sorry, I didn't mean to overstep." I responded; quite sure I hadn't overstepped anything.
As I finished speaking, the burger shop came in to view, Dave glanced over his shoulder at me, and we pulled up to the curb. "Get yourself some food man, you can grab me something as well if you really want."
I didn't need telling twice, I hopped out of the car and in to the take away. I found myself ordering two doubles cheese burgers, fries, and onion rings, with two large chocolate and peanut butter milkshakes.
A couple of minutes later and I was heading out of the takeaway, arms full with the brown paper bags. As I made my way to the taxi Dave popped open the front passenger door for me, calling "You might as well hop in the front."
I ducked in to the car, arms still filled, and turned to Dave, "Hungry?" I asked.
Dave nodded, "Fuck that smells good" he groaned, taking a deep breath and slapping his heavy gut adding "the tank is empty and it's begging for a refill."
Without really thinking, I balanced the groaning bag on my knee, reached out a hand and patted his thick gut saying "I'll bet". As I realised what I'd done I internally recoiled but Dave seemed comfortable, grabbing his belly and giving it a mighty shake, grinning along.
As I began to rummage through the bag of food, Dave pulled off from the curb and drove a little way down the road, swinging a right and pulling on to a deserted waiting area around the side of the strip of shops.
I passed him over a burger and said "Eat up big fella", then tearing open the fries and onion rings and putting them between us. Before I'd even began unwrapping my burger, Dave was biting in to his. As he took a huge bite from the overstuffed burger, a stream of sauce flowed down his hands and arms. "Fuck" he said, through a full mouth, as he lifted his arms higher to lick the running sauce from himself. He placed the burger down on its wrapper and started to undo the first few buttons of his shift, pulling it open at the neck to show a soft hairy expanse of chest. He looked over at me, watching his progress, and grinned "she's gonna know if she finds burger sauce on my shirt" he said with a wink.
"Hey, I'm all for it" I added brazenly as I finally started tucking in to my burger. By the time I was half way through mine, Dave had finished his, the fries and onion rings, and was slurping the last of his milkshake. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Dave said "I`d apologies for eating more than my share, but I have a feeling you aren't mad about it" with a grin.
I nodded, "Mate, I'm anything but mad. That was hot, I love seeing a guy fill up, eating like a man."
"So what is it then, just a preference? You like big lads the same way I like brunettes? Dave inquired.
"EXACTLY THAT!" I said quickly, "A lot of people don't get it, but I just find bigger guys more attractive" I explained.
"You like all the meat, aye?" He asked with a wink, placing both hands under his belly and shaking it, causing his huge meaty frame to jiggle and shake with the skin tight shirt pulled taunt over it. "I'm not even full man" he added, almost to himself as he rubbed his stomach.
"Wait here" I said, and without waiting for a response, I darted out of the car and back to the strip of shops. A few minutes later and I was getting back in to the car, dessert in my arms in the form of a bag of cookies and box of donuts.
I reached across again, patting his stomach and said "Might as well fill her up all the way".
Dave chuckled at that, "I've never yet succeeded" he grinned, putting his hands behind his head and relaxing further back into his reclined seat, almost seeming to welcome my pats on his stomach. The patting soon turned into circular rubbing motions and, as my hands explored his wide expanse, he said "Undo my shirt a bit man, it's way too tight, and I could probably do a couple of those cookies too, if you pass them".
I put the box of cookies on his lap, which had made an appearance now that he was leaning so far back, and started undoing buttons. His stomach was so large but his chest was evening bigger. A beautiful pair of hair man tits with large areoles and thick nipples greeted me as I opened his shirt further. His belly was heavy and round, but with a certain softness too it.
"We're only about five minutes away from my place now" I suggested, shooting my shot, "might be a bit more comfortable there?"
"I think you might be on to something" he shot straight back whilst doing up his shirt and straightening up in his chair. He grabbed a couple of cookies, took a monumental bite out of both at once and then we set off driving back to my flat.
Once we were in, Dave took a seat on the couch, which groaned healthily under him. He'd stripped out of his shirt and trousers on entry, and now this mountain of a man sat half naked on my sofa, his arse taking two of the seats and his big thick legs almost filling the space before the coffee table.
This was the first time he looked almost self-conscious, sat conspicuously upright on the settee, looking around and seeming unsure of what was about to happen. I gave him the donuts and cookies, set him to eating, and told him to sit back and relax. I was in my boxers now too, and I found myself wedged in the space between his legs and the coffee table, rubbing his large belly and, intermittently, lifting it up just to let it drop again so I could see its weight and the way it jiggled. I could see that he was turned on, despite his weight, his obviously large cock was still managing to make a tent in his boxers.
Once he had finished the last of the food, Dave looked at me and said "No one's ever appreciated my body like this before" rubbing his hands over his chest. I grinned, unable to stop myself and said "I'd like to appreciate a little more physically"
Dave leant back in the chair without prompt and I climbed on to the sofa, straddling his lap. His huge soft chest was in front of my eyes. Crumbs littered his chest hair, as did a few blobs of donut jam. I leant in and licked the food of him before pushing his tits together, and burying my face in his ample cleavage. It was amazing, so deep and hairy. I made for his nipples next, finding them with my tongue and then sucking on them intermittently. His nipples were so large and hard, I was practically suckling on those big breasts, occasionally I chewed at them as he moaned and groaned beneath me, holding the back of my head. For minutes, I switched back and forth between each huge tit, pushing them together, or holding them individually and licking and sucking at the huge areoles.
After a while, I swung my leg over and dismounted his lap; "stand up and get your boxers off" I instructed. As he did, I really got to take in his shape, almost entirely round, with thick legs. His belly jutted out from under his soft tits fantastically and his arse was actually shelf like beneath his back. And I had been right, his cock was thick and seemed pretty long, despite being half buried in fat.
As he sat, I got straight to work and, leaning in, I pressed my face in to the soft warmth of his belly to take his cock in my mouth. I sucked on his cock head, flicking my tongue in his foreskin, and then began to slowly take it further and further in to my throat. As I pressed my face further in to the mound of fat in front of me, the warmth of his belly on face and the musky scent of man intoxicated me.
I reached up, rubbing his belly, in search of his tits. I soon found them and my hands were overflowing with his soft fat breasts. I squeezed and kneaded them, before searching out his nipples and beginning to tug and twist on them; they were hard as bullets. As I played with his tits, Dave reached down and began to lift and jiggle his belly in my face, causing it to ripple and move under me.
As I bobbed my head up and down on his thick cock, taking as much as I could each time, Dave soon began to moan, increasing in volume and urgency. I gave his nipples one last firm twist, felt his cock pulse and then he began to unload his creamy spunk in to my mouth. I swallowed hungrily, not wanting to waste a drop, as wave after wave of cum filled my stomach. Dave's cum had pushed me over the edge. I quickly stood, pulled out my cock, and leant in close to him as I wanked furiously. Rope after rope of cum erupted from my cock and landed over his beautifully hairy tits. The cum was clinging to his hair in some places and, in others, it was slowly trickling over his sizeable tits. Without thinking, I leaned in and licked him clean.
"Fuck me, that was amazing." I whispered.
"It was, and, who knows, maybe I will someday" Dave teased
I grinned, "I hope so" I said, before asking if he needed a shower.
"Nah, I'll be fine. The wife doesn't get close enough, she won't notice, as long as my clothes are clean."
We both got dressed and then headed out of the flat and down to Dave's car. He pulled out a business card from the glovebox and handed it over.
"Drop me a message if you ever need a lift, this one's on me seeing as you paid for dinner" He said with a nod of his head as he heaved himself back in to the vehicle.