Dadbod, part 6 (Patreon)

Pizza Palace was sorta off the beaten track, along the west harbor which was still new to me. Outside stood a plastic statue of the chain’s mascot, Sir Slice: a wedge of pizza with a face, bearing a sword and shield. 

‘I know it seems kinda dorky,’ Yoichi told me as we sat down in a quiet booth near the back of the restaurant, ‘but I promise you this is the best pizza in town!’

I watched him expertly slide his massive bulk into the booth, guessing that he must have done it a hundred times. His belly came about half an inch clear of the table. I tried my darndest not to stare at his globelike biceps when he removed his jacket. I can’t say that was easy!

‘I’ll take your word for it.’ I smiled. 

I still couldn’t quite believe this was happening. Here I was, sat with this huge hunk of a human being, the man who’d sent me muffins and just recently gifted me a cake. 

But I had to temper my feelings: There was every chance this was just some friendly thing. Not a date. Definitely not a date. Didn’t wanna set myself up for disappointment. 

‘Welcome to Pizza Palace, brave knights,’ said a squeaky, bored teenager in a paper cap from which protruded a ridiculous feather. ‘What dost thou desire from the king’s kitchens?’ His enthusiasm had clearly left the building long ago. 

I scanned the menu; it all looked delicious, actually. 

‘Uhh, what do you recommend?’ I asked Yoichi.

‘I’m gonna have what I always have; the garlic-fried chicken.’

‘That sounds good,’ I said. ‘I’ll have that too, please.’

‘Very good, noble sirs.’ The server took our menus and loped off. 

For a moment I didn’t know what to say. Yoichi had kept his beanie hat on, leaving his perfectly smooth, black-as-night hair falling against his forehead. Behind his retro-style glasses, his eyes were the deepest, darkest shade of brown; so easy to become lost in.

Don’t stare, Richard.

‘Everything here is super yummy,’ he beamed. 

His use of phrases like “super yummy” was enough to melt my heart over and over. 

‘I can’t wait,’ I replied. 

Had to think of interesting things to say. Didn’t want him thinking I was boring. Wait, was I boring? 

‘Are you sure it’s okay leaving the bakery for so long?’ I asked. 

‘Oh sure. Annalise has got it. Sun’s in good hands with her.’

‘So, do you, like, run the place? Cos you seem pretty young to have your own bakery. Not that that’s a bad thing, or anything!’

Yoichi gave a thin smile and nodded. ‘I’m 26, so, yeah I guess that is quite young, but... Yep, I run the bakery. It’s a lot of work, but...’ He trailed off for a while and I wasn’t sure if he was coming back. Had I asked a bad question? But then he continued, ‘I just love baking, haha.’

Pretty soon our order came: Thickly cut oblongs of pizza, the size of bricks! Coated in huge chunks of chicken, rolled in herbs and some kind of sauce that smelled unbelievable. 

‘Oh my God,’ I uttered after my first bite, my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my head. ‘This is incredible.’

‘I know, right?’ Yoichi laughed before chowing down on his brick-slice. 

‘You were right,’ I said. ‘This is the best pizza I’ve ever eaten in my life!’

‘Apparently they liquidize wild garlic for the sauce. I heard they grow it locally, too.’

‘Amazing.’ I simply shook my head in astonishment. This flavor in my mouth was the tastiest thing that had ever gone in there. I was aware that I was getting through it pretty quick, and hoped that didn’t seem rude. But when I looked over to Yoichi, for this infinitesimal moment, I noticed his eyes on my belly, but then they were back to his pizza. 

The pang returned to my insides. The warm glow. That feeling. 

But I had to silence it. I didn’t want to listen. I needed to remain level-headed here, and brace myself for when this all inevitably ended up being some friendly misunderstanding. 

I sipped on some coke to calm myself.

‘So you must know all the best places to eat in Cresthaven, huh?’ I asked. 

‘Oh yeah,’ he replied with that smile that made my insides do a barrel roll. ‘I’ve been here for, what, maybe... 15, 16 years now? Something like that, yeah.’

‘Wow.’ I wanted to ask more about that, but then he added,

‘Looks like you’ve found plenty of places to eat already, heh.’ Then he immediately turned bright red and looked inward. ‘I mean - I didn’t mean, uh... That came out wrong-‘

‘It’s okay,’ I laughed. And without meaning to, I let the warm glow back in, just a smidge. This feeling in the pit of my stomach had nothing to do with the delicious chicken pizza. It wanted to take hold. 

But I couldn’t let it. I couldn’t. 

He was silent for a moment, then looked down at my now empty plate, and his features changed subtly. I don’t know what it was exactly, just a look in his eyes. 

‘You, uh... You want another?’ He asked kinda quietly. 

The feeling. It wanted in so bad. 

‘Are you... having another?’ I asked. 

‘Maybe. If you want one I’ll get it for you.’

My groin was tightening. I couldn’t stop it. 

‘Okay,’ I replied simply. ‘That’s real kind of you, thank you.’

And so he ordered another slice of the amazing garlic-fried chicken slice, just for me. He didn’t have any. And again the taste of it exploded in my mouth; it was rapturous. I knew my pants were getting stiff under my tightening belly, but I really was powerless to stop it. It was all I could not to rub my distending dad-gut in front of him. While I ate, I caught Yoichi flicking his eyes to my middle again, more than once. 

‘Are - excuse me - Are you open again tomorrow?’ I asked. ‘Sun Bakery, I mean.’ 

This seemed to shake him out of... something. Some kind of state he was in. ‘Um, no, we’re closed on Sundays.’

‘Most of Cresthaven is, I’ve noticed, haha.’

‘Haha! That’s true,’ he laughed. ‘That is true. I, um - weird question, but are you still hungry?’

Oh God, my loins.

The truth was I was getting pretty full. The warm, spongey, slightly salty dough of the chicken slices felt like it was still expanding in my stomach. But that didn’t mean I wanted to stop eating. If I’d discovered anything about myself over the last few months, it was that I enjoyed pushing myself, seeing how much I could pack into this expanding gut. I think I’d gotten pretty good at it, too. 

And let’s not pretend I didn’t find it incredibly hot. 

‘I could have another,’ I told him, breathing just a tad harder. 

‘Why don’t you try the spicy beef and mushroom? It’s not too hot, I promise. Unless you ask for the sauce, but I don’t know if you like it super spicy or not, haha.’

Even though he was laughing, the atmosphere between us had become decidedly less humorous. And not in a bad way. 

‘Okay, sure,’ I replied, napkinning garlic chicken from my mouth. 

Moments later I was chowing down on my third brick-slice while Yoichi watched. I felt his eyes drinking in the scene, though he was still careful not to appear like he was staring. Munching into the wonderful flavor of juicy spiced beef and soft, fresh mushroom, I knew I was hard. I was just glad he couldn’t see my pants-tent. The flavor of this thing was heavenly, and I felt each bite fill up my already stuffed belly. I don’t think I’d ever eaten this much before, and could feel my breaths getting shallower. I wiped some sweat from my brow. 

‘It’s pretty filling, right?’ Yoichi said. I think he was aiming for ‘casual’ but didn’t quite manage it. 

‘Yeah, phew!’ I tried to laugh. I was very full. ‘I feel bad you’re not joining me.’

‘Oh no, that’s okay. It would throw off my macros anyway.’

‘Is that bad? It sounds bad.’ I was finding I had to take little huffs between every other word. 

‘Haha, it’s not bad. It’s just, like, a training thing. Hey, do you think, uh... Do you reckon you wanna try another slice? They got lots of other flavors.’

Now, this was setting off some kind of pleasure/pain sensation inside me. My stomach was really starting to protest; it felt stretched to its limit. But my hard-on? Well, all I can say is... it was getting a bit damp down there. The increasing beats of my heart, I couldn’t be sure if that was a ‘I’m so stuffed I’m gonna pop’ thing, or something more, I don’t know, emotional. 

‘I want to,’ I jested between breaths. The third brick was down. ‘I just don’t think - I don’t know if there’s space in here, you know?’

And I reflexively patted the expanded tank stuck to my front. I didn’t even think about it. It must have looked so strange. But I couldn’t take it back, so I just tried to sorta laugh it off, to stem the blood rushing to my cheeks. 

‘Maybe just some icecream for dessert then, haha,’ he said. 

My heart practically imploded. 

This might not have been a date, per se, but whatever it was, I was having the time of my life. Even if the skin around my belly was screaming at me.

I told him okay, and he ordered the vanilla and hazelnut combo for me. I found that if I took my time, I get could just about get it down. I felt the cool flavorful cream slide down my insides, resting in the gaps between pizza chunks. I don’t know how I must have looked to Yoichi, but I felt like a beached whale. I didn’t want him to see me sweat, but I couldn’t stop dabbing my forehead with a napkin. 

‘You okay there?’ he asked, and he sounded so genuine. 

Part of me wanted my heart to slow down. Another part never wanted this to end. 

‘That was amazing, thank you,’ I puffed. ‘Let me split the bill with you, please.’

But he insisted on paying. I didn’t think that was fair, since I’d eaten so much and he had macros to worry about, but the truth of it was I was too stuffed to put up much of a fight. 

‘That’s so kind of you - oof, I stood up too quick, haha.’ I’d never felt this way before. I’d never been so packed with food it actually caused me to sway on the spot. ‘I think I’m gonna... need to walk this off, haha.’

‘Would it be okay to accompany you?’ he asked. 

Everything about Yoichi was so gentlemanly. Chivalrous, even. I smiled probably way too wide, and nodded. 

Outside, the sun was dipping into the sea. I let Yoichi take the lead since A) He clearly knew Cresthaven like the back of his thick, beautiful hand, and B) I was in no state to make decisions, still feeling the dough and meat and icecream and soda pressing at my stomach.

He suggested we stroll along the beach, where things were quiet this time of day. 

It was so nice. I tried to tell myself that even if this was just a one-and-done thing - meal, walk, thank you, bye - I was going to enjoy every minute of it while it lasted. The sound of the waves gently lapping, the gulls cawing, the sky turning from blue to indigo to orange, this hulk of a man for company, I did my best to soak it all up. 

‘You wanna take the load off your feet for a minute?’ he asked, maybe noting my slower gait. 

‘Sounds good, hehe.’

So we plomped our asses down onto the sand, which was still warm from the sunny day. I didn’t care if it was coarse or rough or got everywhere; the beach was still a novelty to a townie like me. I watched as Yoichi removed his jacket once more and lay himself back, hands behind his head, making his biceps look even more enormous somehow. I followed suit, and for a moment it was just the two of us, silent and peaceful. 

‘Richard, listen…,’ he said eventually. ‘I’m not - Please don’t think I’m a stalker or anything. I know sending the box of muffins was maybe kinda weird -‘

‘- What? No, no, not at all. I enjoyed them-‘

‘I just... I saw you were new here and wanted to do something nice for you...’

I could feel him struggling to find his way around the words. ‘I’ve seen you around town, and I’ve seen you... getting bigger... I just think... it really suits you...’

The pang inside me was gearing up into overdrive, but at the same time this moment felt crystalline, like any wrong move could shatter the whole thing. 

‘You... You really think so?’ I asked cautiously, looking straight up into the endless sky. 

‘Yeah,’ he replied quietly. ‘How’s your belly now? Still feeling full?’

‘Yeah...’

‘You know what might help?’

‘What’s that?’

‘Would - Would it be okay if I rubbed it? I’ll be gentle, I promise. I just... It can help sometimes.’

I didn’t know if he could see the erection returning beneath my pants. I prayed he couldn’t. 

‘Sure.’ I swallowed. 

The next thing I knew, I felt his hand caressing the swollen curve of my gut, swerving in soft circles, so careful for such a big man. 

‘Is that okay?’ he whispered. 

I swallowed again and permitted myself to look at him. He’d turned onto his side, the better to reach my ballgut. I nodded slowly. 

‘Is this okay?’ he whispered, and I felt his fat fingers begin to unclasp the straining buttons of my shirt. 

‘More than okay,’ I said. I knew I was fully hard now. 

Free of its shirty prison, my belly immediately bounced outwards, and a groan of relief escaped my lips. Yoichi had exposed my bare torso and I felt his warm hand against my skin. This was becoming a sensual overload for me. I felt so embarrassed of the arrow pointing straight up from my groin. I desperately wanted to reach out and feel those massive biceps. 

‘You ate so much, it was amazing,’ he said softly, barely audible over the lapping tide. 

‘Y-You liked that?’ I asked. ‘Cos I liked it.’

His hand continued to caress the expanded skin around my midsection, until it worked its way up and up, over my chest, his fingers roving through my ginger chest hair, and up to my neck. Before I knew it he was cupping my face, and I’d instinctively turned toward him, and we kissed. 

It was beautiful, his lips so warm and perfect, his tongue finding mine. I felt his free hand on my groin, and I dared to make the same motion, discovering that he, too, was hard. 

It was time to stop thinking. I didn’t care what this was, or whether I’d ever see him again. Only now mattered. 

‘Your belly feels so warm and full... and tight,’ he breathed between kisses, and he began to unbutton my pants. ‘Is this okay?’

‘Yes,’ I said thickly. ‘Is this?’ I started undoing his. 

‘Yeah...’

And pretty soon we had each other’s penises in our grasps, holding, squeezing, pulling. 

‘You like my big belly, huh?’ I asked him as he gently kissed the ginger stubble on my plumping cheeks. 

‘I do... A lot...,’ he replied tenderly. 

We laid in passion for a long time, both of us exploring the other’s mouth and body. 

‘You’re beautiful, Richard.’

I wanted to respond, but instead a wave of pleasure came out from my lips, and then from my hard-on. Almost straight after, he did the same. I drew his forehead to mine and we both lay there, panting, sprinkled in perspiration. 

For a while I simply laid back listening to the sound of his breathing, mirroring the waxing sea foam just feet away. Night had fallen, and the stars were emerging across the coastal sky. 

I wanted to ask him the question. I wanted to know so bad, but I was terrified of the answer. 

Would I see him again?

I had to know. I just had to work up the courage to ask. But then he spoke first. 

‘I wanna ask you something,’ he said, again laying one of those hefty hands on my gut. 

Oh God, what was it?

‘Would you…,’ he began. ‘Would you think it was crazy if I said I wanted to make your belly even bigger?’