Fast Food Rep, part 6 (Patreon)

- Story written by DeltaC -

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John: Argh these don’t fit either! Steve, remind me to take our clothing to another dry cleaners. This is the 5th pair of slacks they shrink on me.

**Damn it, how many good clothes have they ruined?! Christ it has to do the cleaners right? There is no way I am bigger than the clothes I use for dirty bulking.**

Steve: Oh come on I like our current cleaners. They always have some yummy donuts for me. 

John: Well tell your donut connection to stop shrinking my clothes!

Steve: Here try these on grumpy pants. 

John: Huh I don’t remember owning these. Where did you get them? 

Steve: How do they fit? 

John: They fit like a glove. A little short in the inseam but not too shabby. I guess I still had an extra pair of clothes from my bulking phase. Oh man these are wonderful! Nice and snug in the bum just how I like ‘em. You know how much your Papi loves his form fitting jeans to show off his powerful hams. 

Steve: Ummmm yeah bulking phase… 

John: What is Steve? What aren’t you telling me?

Steve: What do you meeeeeaaaan?

John: Steve, your voice cracks whenever you aren’t telling me something. 

Steve: What? No! You’re crazy John! That’s crazy! Stop being dumb.

John: Huh, okay, we’ll do this the hard way. Here comes the tickle monster. 

Steve: DON’T YOU DARE!!!

John: YOU know the tickle monster just loves to tickle those crazy hot tits of yours baby! And rub that gorgeous thick overhang you call a belly. Ooh and how he loves to blow raspberries on your thick thighs. 

Steve: Quit it! 

John: Run run run…well that wouldn’t work here now will it. Waddle waddle waddle away as fast as you can here comes the tickle monster!

Steve: BAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD STOP! HAHAHAHA!

John: It doesn’t have to be this way Stevie! Damn look at your rolls jiggling. I fucking love your bouncing tits baby. I still can’t believe you actually hit 450 lbs this morning. 

Steve: HAHAHA please sssssstop I can’t breathe. 

John: Spill the beans baby. 

Steve: th…th…they’re my old jeans…wheezee…from when I hit 350. 

John: WHAT!!!

Steve: Huff puff huff. Oh god I think I’m crying. Phew okay breath is coming back…John where are you? Oh boy, from the sounds of those heavy steps he is either at the full length mirror or stress eating my ice cream again. 

John: Crap crap crap. This can’t be happening. How am I wearing Steve’s fat hand-me-downs? Oh god, my thighs are rubbing together and my belly is bouncing too. I got to take stock. Where’s the scale?! No, mirror first I got to see the damage. It probably isn’t that bad. No way I’m 350 lbs of lard. What keeps hitting the top of my belly…are you kidding me? My pecs are slapping against my belly? Steve, where is the scale? 

Steve: It’s by the full length mirror. Don’t freak out! Bring back the ice cream when you are done. 

John: Sure! Mmm ice cream does sound good. Fuck focus John.  

***Fifteen minutes later. 

Steve: What does a fatboy have to do around here to get some ice cream? John, where did you disappear off too? C’mon I want my ice cream. 

I get it would take John a few minutes to waddle to and from the kitchen. Heh John waddle is coming along and is a bit of a turn on these days; to think he would run along the wet sandy beach. Welp, I better go see where he waddled off to. Ugh, waddling is such a chore. Okay, so he is not in his office. Not in the living room. Not in the kitchen. Oh great, all the ice cream is gone. Looks like I got up for nothing. What was he asking for again? Oh right, the scale. Oh crap not the scale! 

John? Oh, ohh damn. Are you okay John? How much ice cream have you eaten…unmmm never mind. Is there still any ice cream left? 

John: How did I get so huge? I thought I was doing a good job fattening you up and eating healthy myself. I pushed so much on you Steve every last meal jammed packed with calories just for you. How did this happen? Look at me! I’m a huge whale!!! I can’t even see my toes over this behemoth of a belly I got going. I cannot even see my cock unless I use this mirror and lift up my belly. And look and my prime chest it’s demolished. I got juicy tities now. 

Steve: Okay whatever you do, set the ice cream down gently and we won’t have a problem. 

John: hmmmm  

Steve: I’m kidding. John, you look absolutely wonderful. You are still the man I fell in love with. Granted there is more of you to love—a hell of a lot more! And I love every added soft square inch of you. John, I have fallen in love with you all over again. You may not know it, but you have grown much more loving and attentive, if that was even possible, as I have truly become a whale.Yes, you are obese, but nowhere near whale sized—given time I do hope you do get beached. John you are a fat hottie with a booty that just won’t quit. Muah. 

Now share some of that ice cream before you polish it off fat man. 

John: Oh Steve, coke and give me some sugar!