Fast Food Rep, part 4 (Patreon)

- Story written by DeltaC -

iv. 

Brat: Mommy mommy look, a hippo! 

Mom: Oh Robert hush up! 

John: Hey! Show that kid some manners will ya lady!!! 

Scram kid before I tell my hungry hungry hubby to eat you up.

Mom: Well I never! 

John: Trust me kid he hasn’t eaten in well over 15 minutes. Now scram! 

Steve: John! 

John: What? It’s true you haven’t eaten in 15 minutes. 

Steve: I swear you are such an immature dork sometimes, but I do appreciate you scaring that little punk. You are so cute when you get defensive over me. 

John: All in a day’s work my little cute hippo…well not quite little anymore these days huh? 

Steve: Please don’t make hippo a thing. 

John: Too late! 

Steve: hmm frazzle razzle dazzle. 

John: Awwww come here cutie. Let me give ya a big smooch. 

***bump***

Oh right, there seems to be too much tummy between the two of us for a proper kiss. 

Steve: Hehehe well you are lugging about the cutest lil dad belly there baby. I’m amazed how much you’ve gained in such little time. Keep this up and you’ll be filling out my fat hand me downs. 

John: What, this? Oh this is just a bit of dirty bulk. Just a few extra days of cardio and I’ll be your beefed up muscle daddy again. 

***Squeeze***

H-hey what was that for?

Steve: I don’t recall your last bulk leaving you with such plush love handles John. 

John: Well, in case you haven’t noticed there buddy boy, between the two of us you are the one with supple tits and stretched out nipples. And that massive overhang paired with the loaves of love handles…muah! Absolute heaven on my lips as I kiss every square inch of you. Anywho, don’t get used to it. It’ll soon be gone. 

**God I hope I can drop the added weight. All this stress eating from making sure Steve makes weight is wreaking havoc on my waistline. Deep down it feels right. It feels erotic having all this extra weight. I feel even more manlier than before. Do I really have to lose it?**

Steve: You don’t have to lose it. For what’s it worth I love the added weight on you baby. You are such a hot Papi. Plus, I’ve seen how turned on you get when you stuff me, and deep down I know gaining weight has flipped a switch inside of you. I know because I felt the same switch flip in me around your current size. I know that you want me fatter. And I know that you want to get just as fat…hmmm maybe fatter by the look of your groin. Plus, your booty is rounding out quite nicely, it must be all the muscle underneath the new padding. 

Ohhh is someone blushing over there? Did I strike a nerve or two? 

John: ummm…errr…well. 

Steve: Hehe thought so. 

Tailor: That does it for the back sir. Now, if you do not mind my asking, may I have you turn around for the final measurements?

Steve: Not at all my good man. Hey John, get ready for cake overload! 

John: Whaaaa? Oh you dork! I am going to get…you…ba…ba…ba…bacon bites. 

Steve: Hey John, my eyes are here! Well, through the mirror, but you know what I meant. Please excuse my husband over there. He always gets that dumb awestruck look on his face when he gets too much cake. Though I think he has been having too much cake as of late. Do you mind measuring him for new work shirts? As you can see, his belly is breaking out and those buttons are hanging on for dear life. 

Tailor: Yes, of course!

John: Say, son, do you happen to know where your manager is? I have a bit of a proposition for him. My hubby here is the perfect model to represent the Elegant Hippo’s Evening Wear Big & Tall Shoppe.