The Boomerang Feeder - Part 5

 It was hot, so I had my shirt off. And my pants off. Benefits of working from home all the time. I can sit around in my underpants and code all day long. Well, with the occasional snack break tossed in.

I reached over and grabbed the last donut from the box beside my monitor. Craig had been kind enough to grab donuts before work today, and he brought them home just as I was getting up to start my day. I guess he had a late working day or something. He seemed awfully chipper, not that I was going to complain about it.

Unfortunately, the last donut was a Boston cream, which in theory was a fine confectionary to consume, but in practice it got powdered sugar all over me. Not that you could really tell, given how my pale complexion almost matched the colour of the powder I was busily coating myself with. I looked down to spot the damage and saw I’d coated the small patch of fuzz on my chest like a winter’s snowfall, while the rest of my abdomen was covered the rest.

I should really just admit it: it’s a belly. A big one. Ever since quitting the gym my weight had kept creeping up, and up, and up. The scale said I was hovering around 350 this morning, and I doubt my consumption of a half-dozen donuts have helped any.

It wasn’t just the belly though. Really, I wouldn’t even call the biggest part of me; that honor clearly belonged to my ass, as it had only gotten bigger and rounder since my brief stint at the gym. I noticed how much higher I was in my seat nowadays, and how the arms would cut into the fat as it spread out while I sat. Soon I’d need to get a new chair.

There were other things too. Along with the big ass came big thighs, and if I wasn’t careful I’d squish my balls between them whenever I sat down. It’s even worse when I’m walking - not that I do a whole lot of that. Me and exercise never really got along, and that’s doubly true now.

Even with the A/C going full blast it was getting hot in my room in the afternoon heat, and I wiped the sweat from my brow even as I felt some of it trickle down my bosom. Yeah, I have one of those now, too. They were a budding A-cup a few months ago, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to call them Cs now. It’s really weird - my belly and sides are kinda formless, basically just flowing over whatever clothes I wear, but these tits are big and round, with huge nips that I can almost suck on myself. Not that I’ve tried. Well, maybe the one time. OK, twice.

To be totally honest, I was actually kinda OK with it. Sure, I didn’t have the fat-adonis build like Craig did (all 500 pounds of him), but I was starting to really enjoy my body in a way I’d never been able to before. The only thing I didn’t like were the stretch marks, which basically covered my thighs, ass, and sides, but they were a small price to pay. Well, that and getting winded by stairs. And having to constantly worry about crushing my testicles between thighs as big as telephone poles.

I was idly playing with a roll on my belly when I heard the door slam, signifying Craig’s return home. I got up, which involved unwedging myself from my office chair, and then made my way downstairs. Going down wasn’t really the hard part, but having thighs this big meant I sort of had to swing each leg around the other, giving me an odd, waddling gait. It was something I was still getting used to.

At the top of the landing, I saw Craig standing there with a big grin on his wide face. Even now, even wearing a full suit, seeing him always took my breath away. He’d kept up with his gym routine but hadn’t slowed down on his eating in any way. If anything, he ate now more than ever, and it showed. His arms and legs were something out of a herculean fantasy, or maybe a comic book. Even though his suit’s jacket was big enough to be a circus tent I could see biceps straining to escape and quads that looked like they’d burst from his slacks at any moment. But it was his gut that dominated his landscape, a massive, meaty sphere that preceded him everywhere he went like a small moon. Only it was attached to him, and despite its size and obvious heft, he moved like it was nothing.

“What’s with the grin, gorgeous?” I ask as he leans down for a kiss.

“I got great news: I got the promotion,” he said, and I squealed. He must’ve known it was coming, which explained the donuts, but I was still super happy for his success. I tried to wrap my arms around him but between both our expanded circumference I could really only get halfway. I squeezed extra hard though, enjoying how my arms sank in. He may be strong, but he’s still oh-so-soft where it counts.

“Must’ve been your commanding presence that sold them,” I remarked as I look up at him, and he bent down for another kiss, this one a little more passionate than before. I was about to let this continue to a very heated conclusion when I heard a beep coming from the kitchen. Regretfully I disembarked from his embrace. “Shit, the roast is done.”

“Oh? Perfect! I could use a celebratory feast!”

I laughed, “It’s nothing special, just the roast, mashed potatoes, meatloaf, apple pie, and I’ll whip up a kale salad real fast.”

“You spoil me,” Craig said.

“That I do,” I smirked.

About 2 hours later both of us were groaning like beached whales. The kitchen was a disaster, but our plates were clean, and we were absolutely stuffed.

“I don’t think I can get up,” I moaned.

“I feel you,” Craig replied, “but our celebration isn’t quite done yet.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

And with that, Craig heaved himself up in a feat of strength and determination I didn’t think possible, and then offered his hand. I took it, and with enough power to nearly yank my arm out of my socket he hauled me off my chair and to my feet, where both I and my fat wobbled for a few moments.

“Woah,” was all I could say.

Still holding my hand, Craig slowly turned around and with lumbering steps that shook the whole house made his way to the stairs with me in tow. When we got there he tensed his arm and I could hear seams tearing in his dress shirt as I used it to help myself up each step. By the time we got to the top I could tell there’d be a new hole to mend in his shirt, but I’m betting that wasn’t really a concern for Craig at this very moment.

Still in tow, I followed him to the bedroom before he finally released me so he could enter. He’d actually grown wider than the door frame over the years, and he actually had to go in sideways. The sight of which never failed to get me in the mood, which was something Craig used to his advantage constantly. Like right now.

Having gotten through, he reached out to the hallway and again hauled me into the bedroom with enough force I tripped and crashed into the bed. There was a dangerous creaking sound, but Craig and I had recently invested in a reinforced frame after one of our previous trysts had resulted in the both of us on the ground surrounded by the remnants of our bed frame.

From the bed, I peered over my own bosom to see Craig slowly peeling his clothes off, giving me the most incredible strip tease I could imagine. It really did seem like his suit was constraining him, with each button popped off his shirt letting more of his belly loose until finally, instead of unbuttoning the last remaining bottom button, he flexed his stomach and popped it, letting his stomach lurch free and causing the wings of his shirt to flutter to the sides.

I was already hard and leaking in my underpants, but he didn’t stop there. Reaching under his gut, he undid his belt and his belly again surged outwards. Even though he probably didn’t think of the next part as all that sexy, I fucking loved it - he had to shimmy out of his pants since they were hard to get over the crest of his ass and thighs. Watching him struggle to get his pants off was making me leak, but eventually he managed to get them far enough over his legs that the weight of his belt did the rest, and his slacks fell to the ground with a thud. He stepped out of them, and I was left staring at the most glorious sight in this world.

Words like massive, immense, or enormous just aren’t enough to describe how truly awe-inspiring Craig had become. There wasn’t a single inch of him that wasn’t its own monument to size and power, and above all, magnificent excess. From a chest that looked like tectonic plates grinding atop the globe of his belly to arms as cartoonish as any video game, to his wide, beaming smile as bright as the sun. This was my man.

He hooked a finger around the band of his underpants and pulled them down, and his cock sprang up and slapped him in the belly with a wet and meaty thwack. I knew it was impossible, but it seemed that his dick had gotten as big as the rest of him. More likely it was my enthusiasm due to the sound it made whenever it impacted his sagging gut, but I preferred my illusion to reality.

That aside, it did certainly seem thicker, and the extra padding around his groin (and around my hole) allowed him to use his full strength. Which I was very much looking forward to.

Craig then lumbered up to the bed and clambered on top of me, his body smothering mine. I could feel the flesh of my torso mold around his, the sweat of the day lubricating our bodies as we kissed and ground into each other. I could feel his hard cock press into my thigh before his kisses trailed down my neck to come to my chest, where he cupped a moob and brought it to his mouth. He seemed to enjoy my new additions as much as I did, and I moaned as his mouth sucked and tongue flicked over my nipple.

Then he stopped and began to kiss down my torso, lips pressing into the soft expanse of my middle before his hands finally grasped my now drenched underpants. I had to lift my ass for him to get them off, and once gone my dick tasted the free air for only a moment before his mouth latched onto it as well.

I was never all that large down there, and my extra additions have started to swallow things up, but Craig is just as enthused to get at my full length as I am his, pressing his nose into my fat pad until he had me to the root. Then he came up for air and plunged down again, my hands grabbing his head as I cried out. I nearly came and had to say so just to get him to stop. Then he patted my thighs and told me to turn onto my front.

Our growing size had changed out love life, certainly for the better, but it made entering from the front impossible given the size of my ass, thighs, and his belly. Doggy style had become our default position, which allowed him to rest his gut on my back and allowed me to spread my cheeks as wide as possible. Like now.

I could feel Craig’s massive hands part my cheeks, but instead of his belly on my back or his hard cock at my entrance, I felt him tongue my crack gently before licking me up and down, and then back again. It was rare to have Craig eat me out, and I relished the feeling while clawing at the bed sheets. I moaned his name and begged him to fuck me, which he was more than happy to oblige.

Now I felt his big meat at my hole and the massive weight of him on my back. My big thighs at least were strong enough to support him (probably the reason they were so big, come to think of it), and in one swift motion, I felt him punch through and enter me. I called out and then groaned as I got used to his thickness (I still swear it feels bigger). Then I felt him rock in and out, slowly and first, and then picking up steam, until it was all I could do to keep this mammoth man from ramming me into the wall.

As I said before, it was a good thing my rear had become so well padded, since getting fucked by Craig had become like getting fucked by an angry gorilla. As sweat rolled down his belly to land on my back it lubricated wear out flesh met so to me it felt like an enormous hot compress rolling up and down my back.  I could feel my front hanging almost to the bed, my stomach and tits swinging like a pendulum in time with his thrusts. His grunts and groans mixed with mine and the cacophony of creeks the bed frame were making - the symphony of our lovemaking.

The best part of me getting to be as large as I am is how the fat of my groin invariably becomes soaked in my pre, and the powerful pounding Craig so beneficently bestowed upon me would cause my own flesh to rub over my dick in the most indescribable way. It was more than enough to get me to cum, which I did a few short minutes after Craig started fucking me.

That didn’t stop Craig, of course, and after I cried out from my first orgasm he simply doubled down on his humping. He drove me to a second, and then a third orgasm before he finally shouted and filled my hungry hole with his seed.

He collapsed on our bed, and I wriggled out from beneath him so I could turn and cuddle him. As I did I heard him whisper, “I know you wanted me this big.”

My eyes shot wide open, but then he whispered again. “I kinda like it.”

I held him tight, tears streaming down my face, as we both drifted off to sleep.