Fast Food Rep, part 3 (Patreon)

- Story written by DeltaC -

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Perlman: O’Grady you are not following the prompt. Your boy here is supposed to be FAT. That means ZERO muscle. A certified lard ass. A tub of lard. The Pillsbury doughboy. Are you getting the picture here O'Grady? Ditch the ex jock look and get him FAT. I want to see him waddling! Do it or it’s your ass in the buffet! 

O’Grady: God fu…

**click**

Did he just hang up on me? ON ME!!! 

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John: Eat damn it! I need you fatter! Softer!  Wider! I need you to waddle with those incredibly thick thighs. I need to see that bum of yours jiggle and sway for me. 

Come on fatboy, eat this cake for me! It is your favorite. Yummy double dark chocolate. I got it special just for you…my special little fatboy. Come on fatboy just one bite at a time! Finish this bite and I’ll get you your shake to wash it down. 

You want to get fatter for me don’t you Steve my boy? 

**What am I doing? Steve’s mouth is jam packed with cake and he is breathing hard. Take it down a notch! It’s not his fault I got us into this mess. Fuck he needs to eat more. I need him fatter, not just because of Perlman’s demands. I need to see how this cake makes him even softer. Fatter. I want that big fat ass of his even wider and heavier. I need his entire girth pressing down on me when we make love.**

Oh what’s this? Is my little fatboy aroused? Hehe I can hardly see it nowadays, but man I can sure as heck feel it under the curve of your bulbous belly. Just one more bite and I’ll work these tight guns on your ever diminishing manhood. Afterall, these pythons need a good workout after catering to your sexy belly. 

Steve, my boy, that sweet fat ass of yours and thickening thighs…I am falling in love with you all over again. Come, let’s take the rest of the cake into the bedroom and we’ll do some extracurricular feeding activities. *wink wink*