Fat Boys Are Hot

⚠️Midnight Bloat⚠️

Connor crept from his bed with August sleeping soundly beneath the covers. Or, August was sleeping until Connor got out of bed.
"Baby," August said groggily, reaching out to his boyfriend, "where are you going?"
"I've gotta pee," Connor sweated, quickly making up an excuse.
"Oh, alright," August nodded, and rolled back over, falling asleep.

Connor tiptoed to the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him. He leaned against the sink, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His face was flushed, his eyes dilated with excitement with what he was about to do.

Taking off his shirt and looking at his reflection, he examined his new pudge from his "last stuffing." Connor grinned at his reflection, running his hands over his stomach, enjoying how his skin was stretching and jiggling. This new love for indulging in food and letting his belly grow bigger and rounder was really doing wonders for him.

Connor looked down at his belly, watching as it rose and fell with each breath he took. He couldn't wait to add more to it, to feel it expand and bloat with each bite he took. The thought of being so full that he could barely move was thrilling to him.

Turning on the faucet, he washed his hands and dried them--faking just using the restroom.

Connor made his way back to bed, feeling a sense of anticipation building within him. August was still sound asleep, his chest rising and falling peacefully. Connor moved a lock of carmel hair away from August's sleeping face. He kissed his boyfriend's temple and crept down the stairs to the kitchen.

Connor walked to the fridge and opened it, scanning its contents. He pulled out a carton of ice cream, a package of cookies, a gallon jug of whole milk, the two remaining cheesecakes, and snatched a fork and a spoon from the silverware drawer. He set them all out on the ground and sat on the tile floor.

With a sense of excitement building within him, he took a forkful of cheesecake into his mouth and started munching away. He moaned in excitement as the filling and crust melted on his tongue.

His hand shot to his crotch and he stroked himself through his pajama bottoms as he ate the two cheesecakes.

Even though he knew it was wrong, he fantasized that it was August stuffing him and touching him. He knew that August probably wouldn't like this new sexual endeavor of his. His boyfriend wouldn't want a lazy fatass who only ate in bed all day. But in the heat of the moment, Connor didn't care how wrong it was.

When he was done with both of a the cheesecakes and precum had leaked through his boxers, he moved on to the cookies, savoring each sweet, buttery bite. The ice cream followed, creamy and cold, melting in his mouth.

Connor laid back on the floor with a painful whine, rubbing his bloated belly. He was so full that he could barely move, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment at the same time. He had eaten so much food that his belly was stretched tight and he could feel the pressure of the food against his skin.

As he lay there, he couldn't help but think about how he wanted more. He wanted to feel even fuller, to push his body to the brink of bursting. The thought of being so stuffed that he couldn't move, that he had to lie there and let his body digest, was incredibly arousing to him.

He whimpered as he reached into his pants, his taut belly stretching painfully as he moved. He began stroking his cock directly.

"August..." he moaned quietly, trying to not wake his boyfriend sleeping upstairs. As he laid on the tile while he touched himself, he turned his head to look at the gallon of milk longingly. 

Connor's mind raced as he contemplated his next move. He knew he shouldn't indulge any further, but the thought of adding more to his already full, bloated belly was too enticing to resist. 

With shaky hands, he reached for the jug of milk and put it to his lips. He gulped it down quickly, milk dribbling down his quivering lips. He whimpered as he felt it slosh around in his already full stomach. His belly now felt painfully full, and he groaned as he lay on the floor, his hand still stroking his cock.

Connor was lost in his own world as he finished the milk, completely absorbed in the pleasure of his bloated belly and his own touch. He closed his eyes and let out a moan, his hand moving faster and faster, his breathing becoming shallow and erratic. 

As he approached his climax, his mind wandered to darker places. He imagined himself being force-fed, his belly growing larger and larger, until he could barely breathe. He imagined himself being tied up, unable to move as his feeder shoved food down his throat, filling him up until he was bursting at the seams.

With a final grunt, Connor came, shooting cum onto his stomach. He lay there for a few moments, panting and whining, lying in ecstasy.

Connor struggled to sit up, his belly bulging out in front of him. Sitting up, he clutched his stomach and wiped the milk and crumbs from his face--and the cum from his belly.
He looked around at the trash surrounding him and hurried to pick it up and dispose of the evidence. 

As he stumbled back to bed, he felt his belly sloshing up the stairs with each step. It still aroused him, but he knew he already had his fun and it was time for him to sleep. 

Connor peered into the bed he shared with his boyfriend. August was still sound asleep, unaware of what had just happened.

Connor crawled into bed, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. But even as he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think about the next time he'd do this. Tomorrow he could indulge in his deepest desires and let his belly bloat to its fullest capacity again.

A.N. As always, suggestions are welcome.