The Jock Strap - Part 4

Kurt was having a difficult time getting to campus. Everything he was wearing felt tight and constricting, and no matter how he moved there would always be a part of him slipping out of whatever cloth tried to contain it. A love handle, a sliver of belly, a plumber’s crack - no matter how many times he adjusted his pants or pull down his shirt there was always something exposed to the cool air.

The email had said to meet behind the engineering building at 11 AM, right beside some sort of modern art sculpture that nobody ever remembered the name of. It was an area of campus that didn’t see a lot of foot traffic, so whatever Erick planned wouldn’t leave too many witnesses. Or so Kurt hoped.

Turning the corner of the engineering building, Kurt spotted Erick already waiting at the sculpture. Somehow he managed to look no less massive in plain clothes than when he was wearing his full protective gear. Erick’s long-sleeved shirt was straining to contain his massive barrel torso and impressively broad shoulders, while at the same time Kurt sympathized with the sliver of hairy belly that managed to peek out from beneath the cotton. Kurt once again straightened his own shirt, totally failing to conceal his own smaller belly, and walked over to greet him.

“Hey,” Kurt said. Erick merely grunted an acknowledgment, and then stood silently. It seemed to Kurt like he was waiting for something else, or that he was sizing Kurt up.

Kurt checked his surroundings: there were maybe a few students bustling to class, but otherwise the place was deserted. He hoped that Erick hadn’t invited him here with cruel intentions.

Suddenly, Erick lunged forward and grabbed Kurt by his shoulders, pulling him behind the statue. Before Kurt even had a chance to protest Erick had managed to wedge his hand between belt and belly and shoved it right down his pants, groping Kurt’s still jockstrap encased package.

“I fuckin’ knew it,” Erick said, smirking triumphantly. He didn’t remove his hand, and only star terror kept Kurt from boning up right then and there.

Even caught red-handed, self-preservation compelled Kurt to play dumb. “Wha-what do you mean?”

“That’s my jockstrap, dumbass. I knew you took it,” Erick shot back, although the look in his eye wasn’t one of malice. There was something else. Hunger?

Confused, but still acting in self-preservation, Kurt threw himself at Erick’s mercy. “I’m sorry! I took it after last practice.”

Erick raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because your cum was in it and I thought it would be hot to wear it after you came in it because I think you’re hot,” Kurt said in a rush, and then closed his eyes for the inevitable punch he was certain was moments away, but never came. Instead, he felt Erick squeeze his package once more before withdrawing his hand.

“Well, at least you’re starting to fill it out nicely,” he said with the same smirk as before. “But doesn’t look like you’re done yet. Want to get lunch with me?”

Shocked, but relieved, Kurt could only nod. Then, without looking back to ensure he was being followed, Erick turned and lumbered towards the cafeteria. Erick quickly fell into step with him, trying to ignore the rather insistent erection that Erick’s one squeeze had left him with.

The cafeteria was crowded, which was both a good and bad thing. It was good in that the crush of bodies would obscure the outline of Kurt’s cock, which although he hadn’t looked to check, was surely visible given how tight his pants felt.

It was bad in that Erick felt no compunction for using his bulk to muscle his way through the line.

By the time they got the counter Erick had already gotten two trays and piled them as high as he could with whatever was available: burgers, fries, chips, cookies, you name it. When he was done with one tray he started on the other and did the exact same thing. Kurt was flabbergasted - he knew Erick was big, and could assume he had an equally big appetite, but this was ridiculous!

Kurt purchased a more modest burger, fries, and regular sized drink and then followed Erick to an empty table. Erick immediately dug in and then pushed one of the overladen trays over to Kurt. “You’re going to eat this,” he said through mouthfuls of fries.

Kurt blinked. “What? That’s impossible! Nobody can eat that much at once!”

Erick kept eating but paused for a moment to say, “Sure you can,” and then he winked.

It seemed insane, but Kurt just shrugged and dug into his burger. When he’d finished he was surprised to find himself still hungry, so he took a second burger from the tray Erick had bought. When that too failed to sate his appetite he reached for a slice of pizza, then a 6-inch sub, then a bag of chips. Soon he was devouring bits of every food imaginable while guzzling from a two-liter jug of pop.

Kurt seemed to be in trance, unaware of the massive pig he was making of himself. He was equally unaware of how his shirt was slowly riding up his expanding dome of a belly, or how his entire body was rising higher in his seat as his thighs and ass thickened. Tears were appearing on his sleeves as his arms grew to the size of most men’s legs, and dark hair was beginning to creep up from his chest to start coating his neck before running down to cover his forearms. The 3-day stubble turned into a week-long growth, while his cheeks and chin inflated to the point where it appeared his head was directly attached to his massive barrel torso.

By the time he finished the last crumb of food off his two trays, Kurt was enormous. His pants seemed painted on, tears appearing all up and down his legs while his love handles spilled over the sides. His shirt now seemed more like a sports bra, covering his curvaceous chest but leaving everything else in the open air. It seemed like he was moments away from bursting out of everything he wore.

Kurt was easily north of 300 pounds and probably close to Erick’s mass. Very close.

“Nice work, big guy,” Erick said while daintily wiping his mouth with a napkin. He’d done a fair job of eating his entire tray as well, the button on his jeans straining but holding. Unlike Kurt’s which had long since burst off.

Kurt seemed almost drunk, his head wobbling and eyes unfocused. He didn’t even acknowledge what Erick had said until he stood up and suggested they find someplace more private. Kurt didn’t know what that could mean, but he unsteadily got to his feet and lumbered after Erick as he left the cafeteria.