The Boomerang Feeder - Part 1

Watching Craig try to stuff himself in slacks that stopped fitting him 20 pounds ago was always the highlight of my morning. The way he’d twist and turn, suck in his gut and then have it all pour over his belt buckle to the point where it was nearly completely obscured just always started my day on the right foot - with a giant boner.

Craig’s a corporate shill whereas I’m the work from home type. I get to set my own hours, but Craig has to be in the office 9 AM sharp. We make it work though - I still get up at the same time he does, I just don’t rush around showering and putting on clothes. Instead, I stay in my comfy PJ’s and whip out my laptop to make it look like I’m working when really I’m just staring at my boyfriend’s belly.

He doesn’t like to admit it, but he’s really packed it away ever since we moved in together. As a former linebacker, he used to work out almost every day and ate enough to keep a small family in Somalia fed for months. He didn’t make the draft, so now he works in the corporate office of some big bank, where he maybe manages to workout twice a week if that. He still eats like he’s planning on lifting a house, and it’s really starting to show in his belt line.

Secretly, I think it’s hot. I’ve always liked my men big - shacking up with a previously 280 lb college linebacker being a big clue - but watching my big man get even bigger was turning my libido into overdrive. If he hadn’t been late twice this month already due to an impromptu morning fuck fest I would’ve got up and gone down on him right where he stood in front of the mirror. As it was I’d have to satisfy myself with jerking off a few times after he left and seducing him as soon as he got home from work tonight.

“Mark? I’ll be a little late coming home from work tonight - dinner at 7?” Craig called from the bathroom while he desperately tried to do up his tie as quickly as possible.

“Sure thing,” I called back. “I’ve got something special planned,” I added coyly.

“Ooh, I like special,” he replied as he came rushing back to the bedroom for a goodbye kiss. Then he grabbed his coat and was out the door, his loud, lumbering rush down the stairs signaling his departure.

I did indeed have something special planned: today was the day I started fattening my big boy like a prized hog. I’m the house husband, so I take care of the groceries and meals, and today I planned on making a veritable feast: meatloaf, strawberry pecan salad, mashed potatoes and baked beans, with a lemon meringue pie for dessert. I also planned on buying a giant bag of chips and a 24 pack of beer so come the weekend when he plopped himself in front of the TV to watch the game he’d be snacking all afternoon.

That would be my afternoon, but first I had some unfinished business to take care of.

Craig leaned back in his chair after absolutely stuffing himself at dinner. I could see slivers of hairy belly through his shirt as the buttons strained to contain his girth. Watching him eat and eat and eat and then finally call it quits after what felt like hours of shoveling food was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I was already hard under the table.

“Oh man, babe, you outdid yourself,” Craig managed to say in between slight burps.

“That I did,” I replied, a small note of pride in my voice. I needed this man in the worst way, but I was afraid if I were to even poke his middle I’d undo all my hard work.

Then, as if on cue, one of Craig's buttons flew off, zipping by my head by mere inches to land somewhere in the other room. The rest seemed to hold, but it was too much for me - I had to have this man, now!

Sitting there, Craig was red-faced with embarrassment as I walked over. As soon as he saw the look in my eye he knew what I wanted, and I silenced his protests with a single finger on his lips. Then I grabbed his hand and hauled him out of the chair (it was mostly for show since I couldn’t lift Craig if my life depended on it - he got up mostly on his own) and I lead him to the bedroom. There, I ripped open his shirt, sending the remaining buttons to the four corners of the bedroom, and licked up and down his soft barrel torso, spending extra attention to the almost spherical gut he now possessed.

Craig moaned his appreciation while he reached beneath his hairy gut to undo his belt. Once undone it surged in my grasp, and I nearly came in my jeans. I’d be surprised if he didn’t pack on 10 pounds from dinner alone.

For a moment I simply marveled at the changes that had overcome him, how soft his body was where once it was solid muscle, how the tectonic plates of his chest seemed more like pillows, how his chiseled jaw was now round and almost double chinned, how all the definition in his arms and legs had disappeared under a soft layer of fat. He was already gorgeous, and from here he’d only get better.

Even though he was still full of more food than I’d ever seen a man eat, he still managed to fuck me for nearly an hour, first with me on all fours, and then me riding his cock like a bronco while my hands roamed all over his growing belly before cumming all over his torso.

While he slept off the food and our evening’s activities, I went downstairs to package up the feast I’d made. Then I decided to have a little midnight snack for myself - all that sex had made me hungry.