~BHM, Eating, Romance ~SWG - A lovesick John is informed of Carli's preferences
It was two weeks before they could see each other again. Carly had a seminar in Chicago to attend, and it didnt help John that those were his two weeks of vacation. Carly dealt with it tolerably, but John moped about the first week. Ryan finally decided to take him out to a restaurant to get his mind off Carly. When he arrived to pick John up he knocked and opened the door without waiting they were best buds, after all.
John? He called, taking his shoes off.
In here, Johns voice, muffled, came from the living room.
Ryan walked into the room and stopped. Whoa, buddy, expecting company?
John glared at him over a slice of pizza, two empty Haggen Daaz ice cream containers in front of him.
Oh shut up, he growled, taking a vicious bite. Either sit down and eat with me or leave.
Ryan sat, taking a slice of pepperoni, bemused. You ok, man? You look like youve, uh, well
He wilted under the look John gave him.
John had pudged out in only a few days. His belly was where it had gone, rolling over his boxers. Ryan was fascinated to see how soft it looked, bulging in a pliable roll. Even considering the fact that it was mostly just being stuffed He also noted seven seven?! other pints of ice cream around Johns feet.
Fat? John growled, shoveling a large spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, sighing deeply.
Ryan put down his slice awkwardly and patted his friends back, smiling slightly. Whats wrong? I mean, shell come back.
How do I know for sure? John asked wildly, staring at his friend desperately. Judy left me without a word, why wont Carly?
Because Judy was a chit, and Carl loves you, Ryan said calmly. He patted his Johns paunch. Is this what this grocery gut is about?
John sat up, his heavy belly jiggling slightly. Partially, he sighed, rubbing his face. He looked hunted and guilty. I cant help it whenever I get stuffed I can almost feel her hands.
He shrugged one shoulder, a new chubby chin creasing. Besides, when she left I told her by the time she got back Id have quit smoking entirely, and whenever I crave a smoke all I can do to stop myself is eat!
Shell like it! Ryan said with a chuckle. Dont worry, youre getting a little carried away is all. I bet she turns into a little nympho because of this, he finished winking.
How will she still be attracted to a fat ass like me? Look at me! Im just a porker! He slid forward on the couch, resting him elbows on his knees and placing his head in his hands. His hair fell into his eyes, his chin softening into a double. His newly chubby belly was heavy with food, just beginning to brush his thighs when he sat. Ryan ran his fingers through his hair and continued trying to encourage him. John just whined and shook his head, making Ryan want to slap him.
John, she LIKES fat guys. Ryan finally bellowed. Why do you think you put on a few pounds since you met her? Why do you think she constantly orders too much and makes us eat it? Why do you think she is always touching your belly? Besides, youre a light weight! Im two hundred and fifty pounds and unlike you none of that is muscle! He slapped his belly, large and soft. See?
John looked at the floor silently. I guess so but how? Its so unhealthy and uncomfortable He raised his eyes, looking at Ryan forlornly.
How can you be so sure? What if she gets back and hates me for this? His shoulders slumped further, popping his tummy out even further.
Ryan rolled his eyes and sighed, scrubbing a hand across his face. Youre hopeless, man.
He smiled a little. Ill make you a bet. If you get to two hundred, I bet shell be freaking out shell be so happy.
What do you get if you win? John asked joking. He offered a half smile, feeling his stomach weigh him down like a huge water balloon. If he moved he could hear it gurgle and slosh quietly.
A week at your cottage next month. I dont care if youre there, I just need a vacation, ok? Ryan bit into the slice of pizza he had put down, chewing happily.
Youre on. John caressed the side of his tummy absent mindedly, patting it and sending ripples through it. I already feel so fat He jiggled his gut with both hands which obligingly shook and then plopped into his lap, seemingly tired - then looked at Ryan sheepishly. I never knew I could eat so much...And The more I eat the better it feels when we do it
No need to explain to me, I know! Ryan reached over and jiggled his friends sagging middle with the palm of his hand, then prodding it with his index finger. Youre on your way to having a real jelly belly, eh? I wonder what youll look like when you hit 200.
I wonder how heavy I am now I was 178 a week ago, but, he looked down bemusedly at his prominent middle, which was slouching over his too tight boxers. He grinned and shrugged a shoulder. But a bet is a bet. Now, if I win, and she really does like me that fat, I need to pick my prize. Hmm. If I win I get to steal your Jag for a week.
Ouch man, not cool, Ryan winced. Deal though. But if you break it you buy it!
He stood up, and John couldnt help noticing how Ryan's rotund middle grew in size as he shifted his weight forward. It become a round mass of flesh for a moment while Ryan levered himself to his feet, giving in to gravity as he leaned forward.
I cant believe its been a week and I still have another to go! I dont want to try and gain 22 pounds in a week, its just so unhealthy, John complained as he struggled to his feet. It was surprisingly difficult, and his middle felt heavy as a bowling bowl, pulling him forward.
Uh, hate to break it to you, but you were 178 when you met Carly and I think you probably gained a few over the past couple weeks. Plus there is this, Ryan said, patting Johns belly again.
I havent gained that much, John protested, one hand unconsciously slipping under his temporary overhang.
Wasnt it you just a minute ago saying how you gained so much weight and blah, blah, blah? He moved off towards the bathroom. Weigh-in time, you porker! He laughed and darted forward as John punched his shoulder from behind viciously. Youve bugged me about my weight for so long, its your comeuppance time!
There wasnt much John could say to that so he plodded along behind Ryan, feeling his belly shift slightly with each step. But arent you supposed to weigh in when you dont have any food in your stomach?
If you are going to try and make 200 by the time she comes back? You wont be empty a moment of the day. Though you could just get to 200 naturally; doesnt matter to me.
John considered, entering the bathroom behind him. I might as well try to get to 200 before she gets back. That way it will be the biggest shock, and prove to you that me getting fat will be a huge turnoff. Girls dont like porkers.
You dont even believe that, youre just saying it. Ryan dumped the scale on the floor, glancing to make sure it was at zero.
Up you get, piglet! He grabbed his friends small love handles and jiggled them as he propelled him forward, causing ripples he couldnt see but John could feel to travel across his belly.
Youre having way too much fun with this, John whined.
But I can see youre enjoyin it! Ryan smirked. John could feel his face heat and he shifted his hips away. Will ya look at that? What did I tell you? 190 smack dab!
John frowned, upset, even as parts of him insisted that this was a good thing. 12 lbs? In just over a month? What will I look like in a year??
Relax dude, no one gains forever. Besides, maybe you should jiggle your way to the gym after you hit two hundred, just to stay healthy. Ryan slapped his own heavy paunch. Its what I do! He sauntered back to the living room, eating another pizza slice and flicking on the television.
So you like being that big? John asked, voice muffled as he pulled on a relatively clean Tshirt he found on the floor in the hallway.
Yep. Ryan said, slouching comfortably.
Why? he asked curiously, laying back in the recliner slowly. And how did you first start?
Carl showed me, to be honest. Nothin like what you two have. Shed just always encourage me to eat and buy me food, or give me food she couldnt eat. I didnt even really notice until my gut was hanging over my belt a few inches. Then I started to notice it jiggling, and even when I got bigger pants it kinda wobbled, when I did anything active like walking up stairs. By the time I put forty pounds on I realized what she was doing, and we talked. Learned a lot about each other, and about our preferences.
John watched Ryan grabbed another slice before asking sleepily if he was gaining on purpose.
Naw man, just love my food. I just need to find a girl that loves watching me love food! Someone like Carly, just with passion between us! Anyway, you wanna watch something will explosions or hot babes? John?
Once he glanced over he laughed. Guess you dont care then, he said to his sleeping friend. Ryan flicked the television to CSI and glanced over at John again, shaking his head in amusement. Carli is gonna be one happy girl when she gets back, he informed the prone man whose shirt material was bunching around his chest, emphasizing his paunch. A very happy girl indeed.
(to be continued?)
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"If I gained a pound for every time someone said that to me I would be a heavy, heavy man."
Ichida
It was two weeks before they could see each other again. Carly had a seminar in Chicago to attend, and it didnt help John that those were his two weeks of vacation. Carly dealt with it tolerably, but John moped about the first week. Ryan finally decided to take him out to a restaurant to get his mind off Carly. When he arrived to pick John up he knocked and opened the door without waiting they were best buds, after all.
John? He called, taking his shoes off.
In here, Johns voice, muffled, came from the living room.
Ryan walked into the room and stopped. Whoa, buddy, expecting company?
John glared at him over a slice of pizza, two empty Haggen Daaz ice cream containers in front of him.
Oh shut up, he growled, taking a vicious bite. Either sit down and eat with me or leave.
Ryan sat, taking a slice of pepperoni, bemused. You ok, man? You look like youve, uh, well
He wilted under the look John gave him.
John had pudged out in only a few days. His belly was where it had gone, rolling over his boxers. Ryan was fascinated to see how soft it looked, bulging in a pliable roll. Even considering the fact that it was mostly just being stuffed He also noted seven seven?! other pints of ice cream around Johns feet.
Fat? John growled, shoveling a large spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, sighing deeply.
Ryan put down his slice awkwardly and patted his friends back, smiling slightly. Whats wrong? I mean, shell come back.
How do I know for sure? John asked wildly, staring at his friend desperately. Judy left me without a word, why wont Carly?
Because Judy was a chit, and Carl loves you, Ryan said calmly. He patted his Johns paunch. Is this what this grocery gut is about?
John sat up, his heavy belly jiggling slightly. Partially, he sighed, rubbing his face. He looked hunted and guilty. I cant help it whenever I get stuffed I can almost feel her hands.
He shrugged one shoulder, a new chubby chin creasing. Besides, when she left I told her by the time she got back Id have quit smoking entirely, and whenever I crave a smoke all I can do to stop myself is eat!
Shell like it! Ryan said with a chuckle. Dont worry, youre getting a little carried away is all. I bet she turns into a little nympho because of this, he finished winking.
How will she still be attracted to a fat ass like me? Look at me! Im just a porker! He slid forward on the couch, resting him elbows on his knees and placing his head in his hands. His hair fell into his eyes, his chin softening into a double. His newly chubby belly was heavy with food, just beginning to brush his thighs when he sat. Ryan ran his fingers through his hair and continued trying to encourage him. John just whined and shook his head, making Ryan want to slap him.
John, she LIKES fat guys. Ryan finally bellowed. Why do you think you put on a few pounds since you met her? Why do you think she constantly orders too much and makes us eat it? Why do you think she is always touching your belly? Besides, youre a light weight! Im two hundred and fifty pounds and unlike you none of that is muscle! He slapped his belly, large and soft. See?
John looked at the floor silently. I guess so but how? Its so unhealthy and uncomfortable He raised his eyes, looking at Ryan forlornly.
How can you be so sure? What if she gets back and hates me for this? His shoulders slumped further, popping his tummy out even further.
Ryan rolled his eyes and sighed, scrubbing a hand across his face. Youre hopeless, man.
He smiled a little. Ill make you a bet. If you get to two hundred, I bet shell be freaking out shell be so happy.
What do you get if you win? John asked joking. He offered a half smile, feeling his stomach weigh him down like a huge water balloon. If he moved he could hear it gurgle and slosh quietly.
A week at your cottage next month. I dont care if youre there, I just need a vacation, ok? Ryan bit into the slice of pizza he had put down, chewing happily.
Youre on. John caressed the side of his tummy absent mindedly, patting it and sending ripples through it. I already feel so fat He jiggled his gut with both hands which obligingly shook and then plopped into his lap, seemingly tired - then looked at Ryan sheepishly. I never knew I could eat so much...And The more I eat the better it feels when we do it
No need to explain to me, I know! Ryan reached over and jiggled his friends sagging middle with the palm of his hand, then prodding it with his index finger. Youre on your way to having a real jelly belly, eh? I wonder what youll look like when you hit 200.
I wonder how heavy I am now I was 178 a week ago, but, he looked down bemusedly at his prominent middle, which was slouching over his too tight boxers. He grinned and shrugged a shoulder. But a bet is a bet. Now, if I win, and she really does like me that fat, I need to pick my prize. Hmm. If I win I get to steal your Jag for a week.
Ouch man, not cool, Ryan winced. Deal though. But if you break it you buy it!
He stood up, and John couldnt help noticing how Ryan's rotund middle grew in size as he shifted his weight forward. It become a round mass of flesh for a moment while Ryan levered himself to his feet, giving in to gravity as he leaned forward.
I cant believe its been a week and I still have another to go! I dont want to try and gain 22 pounds in a week, its just so unhealthy, John complained as he struggled to his feet. It was surprisingly difficult, and his middle felt heavy as a bowling bowl, pulling him forward.
Uh, hate to break it to you, but you were 178 when you met Carly and I think you probably gained a few over the past couple weeks. Plus there is this, Ryan said, patting Johns belly again.
I havent gained that much, John protested, one hand unconsciously slipping under his temporary overhang.
Wasnt it you just a minute ago saying how you gained so much weight and blah, blah, blah? He moved off towards the bathroom. Weigh-in time, you porker! He laughed and darted forward as John punched his shoulder from behind viciously. Youve bugged me about my weight for so long, its your comeuppance time!
There wasnt much John could say to that so he plodded along behind Ryan, feeling his belly shift slightly with each step. But arent you supposed to weigh in when you dont have any food in your stomach?
If you are going to try and make 200 by the time she comes back? You wont be empty a moment of the day. Though you could just get to 200 naturally; doesnt matter to me.
John considered, entering the bathroom behind him. I might as well try to get to 200 before she gets back. That way it will be the biggest shock, and prove to you that me getting fat will be a huge turnoff. Girls dont like porkers.
You dont even believe that, youre just saying it. Ryan dumped the scale on the floor, glancing to make sure it was at zero.
Up you get, piglet! He grabbed his friends small love handles and jiggled them as he propelled him forward, causing ripples he couldnt see but John could feel to travel across his belly.
Youre having way too much fun with this, John whined.
But I can see youre enjoyin it! Ryan smirked. John could feel his face heat and he shifted his hips away. Will ya look at that? What did I tell you? 190 smack dab!
John frowned, upset, even as parts of him insisted that this was a good thing. 12 lbs? In just over a month? What will I look like in a year??
Relax dude, no one gains forever. Besides, maybe you should jiggle your way to the gym after you hit two hundred, just to stay healthy. Ryan slapped his own heavy paunch. Its what I do! He sauntered back to the living room, eating another pizza slice and flicking on the television.
So you like being that big? John asked, voice muffled as he pulled on a relatively clean Tshirt he found on the floor in the hallway.
Yep. Ryan said, slouching comfortably.
Why? he asked curiously, laying back in the recliner slowly. And how did you first start?
Carl showed me, to be honest. Nothin like what you two have. Shed just always encourage me to eat and buy me food, or give me food she couldnt eat. I didnt even really notice until my gut was hanging over my belt a few inches. Then I started to notice it jiggling, and even when I got bigger pants it kinda wobbled, when I did anything active like walking up stairs. By the time I put forty pounds on I realized what she was doing, and we talked. Learned a lot about each other, and about our preferences.
John watched Ryan grabbed another slice before asking sleepily if he was gaining on purpose.
Naw man, just love my food. I just need to find a girl that loves watching me love food! Someone like Carly, just with passion between us! Anyway, you wanna watch something will explosions or hot babes? John?
Once he glanced over he laughed. Guess you dont care then, he said to his sleeping friend. Ryan flicked the television to CSI and glanced over at John again, shaking his head in amusement. Carli is gonna be one happy girl when she gets back, he informed the prone man whose shirt material was bunching around his chest, emphasizing his paunch. A very happy girl indeed.
(to be continued?)
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"If I gained a pound for every time someone said that to me I would be a heavy, heavy man."
Ichida
