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Jamie Moves In
When I first graduated high school I needed to move out right away. My co-worker Troy, the pastry chef at the grocery store where I work, mentioned that he and his sister were looking for a third roommate for the condo they own.
I didn't know if he knew I was gay when he mentioned it, but I hoped so. I'd never been with a black guy before, and Troy was really muscular, exactly my type. By comparison I've always been pretty slender, although since I started at the store, I'd packed on a few pounds from Troy's cakes. My belly'd grown a little rounder, and my ass had started to wiggle.
Anyway, before too long all my stuff was packed up. The day of the move was pretty uneventful. I didn't even meet Troy's sister until that evening, when everything was in place and Troy had offered to cook dinner for us. He was in the kitchen and I was waiting in the dining room eagerly when she entered and introduced herself as Alicia. I guess she was kinda cute, a bit chubby with a pot belly that hung over the waistband of her short skirt.
"I'm Jamie," I said.
She smiled at me, then leaned in close and winked. "We're both gonna get so fat living with Troy," she whispered. "He's SUCH a good cook."
"I know," I told her. "I can't help myself at his pastry section."
She giggled again. "I used to have a flat stomach when I moved in here. Now look at this!" She lifted up her shirt just a few inches to reveal a fatter belly than I'd realized. It rolled out a little and came to rest in her lap, just slightly.
"I've gained a bit at the grocery store, too."
That drew another wink. "I like boys who aren't afraid to stuff themselves," she told me.
Uh oh, I thought. This could be a little awkward, as I am gay.
Right then though Troy came back, with more food than I'd ever seen at any meal before. I started to protest, but then he smiled and winked and I lost the nerve. Instead I subtly reached down and unzipped my fly in anticipation of how much my stomach was going to have to stretch while he went back into the kitchen for the second course. Alicia was already digging in with abandon, and I soon joined her.
She was right... it was all so good! I could tell right away why this girl was making such a pig of herself. Burgers, fries, hot dogs, meat loaves... I knew I was full but I couldn't stop myself. Eventually though I leaned back, cradling my overstuffed gut with both hands and moaning. Alicia was in the same boat; her shirt was riding up and her already chubby tummy had grown by leaps and bounds. And she too was rubbing it with both hands.
There was still plenty of food left, and I wanted to eat more, but I knew I couldn't fit it. It was all so good though! "More," I found myself mumbling as I felt how round my bulging tummy already had grown. "More..."
Alicia giggled, and struggled to her feet. She's out-eaten me for sure, judging by the way her own bulge, but she smiled and helped me rub my belly. "More, huh?" she asked, and reached for the last bit of food.
By the time Troy came all that was left of the dinner was crumbs and a very, very fat bellied boy. I was stuffed to the gills, but it felt so good, and for some reason my dick was hard as rock even more my hot new housemate came back. "Looks like you really went whole-hog," he told me, joining his sister in rubbing my stomach with both hands. I just leaned back and moaned, too full of fattening foods to even talk.
Later, they helped me to bed, as I could barely walk on my own, and I fell asleep sprawled out on my back with my stretched out stomach pointing toward the cieling. I was surprised to be awoken in the middle of the night by Alicia. Although I was naked I could not cover up because I guess I wasn't using sheets or something. Maybe this story takes place during the summer.
She was carrying a box of donuts. "I didn't want you to miss out on dessert," she said with a smile. I opened my mouth to tell her no, that I was still in gluttonous agony from the dinner she fed me, but she simply stuffed a donut in my mouth. It was so good I couldn't help but eat it, and though I couldn't even see my cock beyond my stomach I felt it hardening again.
Of course Alicia saw it, and smiled. "That's what I thought," she murmered, and with one swift stroke she slid off her skirt and straddled me, impaling herself on my dick and rubbing my stomach with one hand. "How's the donut?" she asked, slowly sliding herself up and down.
"More..." I surprized myself by saying. "Feed me more! Stuff my belly!"
And she did, fucking me faster and faster the more I ate. "You're gonna get so fat fucking me!" she yelled as she came, slamming her ass down and milking my cock for everything it was worth.
"Yeah," I muttered with a mouthful of crumbs, again barely able to speak. She rolled over and went back to sleep in her own room.
But that was not to be my only visitor that night, as about fifteen minutes after she left Troy came in wearing his pajamas; they were loose, and I could see the outline of his massive dick. He was also carrying a pie. "I didn't want you to miss out on dessert," he told me.
I began to protest, but how could I tell him I'd just fucked his sister? Espesially because I was still in my gluttony-induced coma and could barely lift my arms to eat the pie. He saw my difficulty and smiled. "You're becoming quite the pig, around you?" I nodded. "So why don't you eat like a pig?" He place the pie on the bed, and with his help got on all fours and lowered my head towards the pie and slowly began to eat.
After a moment, I felt his strong hand feeling my ass, so I arched my back and stuck it up as high as I could. "This is gonna get big," he told me, squeezing my cheeks aggressively. "So big and round and fat..." Before I knew it he was rubbing a glob of lube into my asshole with two fingers. "Don't stop eating," he told me, slowly sliding first the big head of his fat dick in my rear. "Keep eating, you pig!"
So I obeyed and ate on. My stomach had grown numb and had grown monsterous, too, hanging almost all the way down to them bed. Troy slid the rest into me and by the time I finished half the pie he was fucking me hard. "I don't think I can finish this," I groaned. It was so good, though.
"Keep eating!" Troy ordered. "We're gonna fatten you up good!"
"Yes..." I whispered, renewing my eating. "Make me fat... just keep feeding and fucking me!"
"We're gonna stuff you like this every day," he muttered, fucking me faster now, pounding me relentlessly. Just as I finished the pie we both came, and then he went to bed and some other stuff happened.