Joe's Auto Part 8 (Patreon)

(I thought I would make this one available to all paid members, as there are some things I believe everyone will enjoy, and because it took me so long to post it. I do apologize. Please enjoy!)




After the talk with Joe things changed drastically at the shop. In a great way.

Joe and I would catch each other eyeing one another, most of the times when that happened Joe would smirk and give his expanding middle a rub or pat. He knew I liked it when he did that. When I'd walk past him I'd always be sure to run my hand across his middle or across his rear. He'd always give a little chuckle, which I loved hearing.

I started bringing boxes of pastries to work every day. Now, when I say boxes, I don't mean a box or two of a few donuts here and there. I mean I'd bring boxes, at least 4 boxes every time, each box with at least a dozen donuts. Each box I would set up in a location around the shop, places I knew Joe would pass often, so as to always have a snack nearby for him.

At lunch times Joe and I continued to go to the diner, where he started ordering almost twice as much as he usually got, as did I. I managed to finish my usual amount before getting a takeout box for the rest, which was nearly another full meal and a half. Joe, on the other hand, he'd eat as much as he could before he'd start slowing down. When he did I would start giving him words of encouragement to keep eating, telling him that I wanted him bigger, to see his gut swell and see it strain. This would get him to nearly finish the rest of the meal, before we'd add it to my box for later at the shop. Of course, once we arrived at the shop, we'd beeline for his office, where we would lock the door. Joe would then groan and belch as he lowered himself into his chair, where he'd unzip his uniform and release his bloated hairy gut. I'd then kneel in front of him and bury my face into his gut, making him moan with pleasure as I rubbed and kissed his growing hairy gut. And every time I would see the outline of his erection straining in his pant leg. I would then sit on his desk and he'd get on his knees instead. He'd pull his uniform down to his knees and pull out his large throbbing cock. I in turn would pull out my own and he'd take it down his throat without hesitation, like a man who hadn't had anything to drink in days.

"Make me your fat hog, boy." He'd say as he'd stroke his own manhood.

"That's my plan, porker." Would be my reply, among others. Oftentimes I'd pull some of the leftovers from our to go box, shove some food into his mouth, then shove my cock back into his mouth and shove the food down his throat. He became very skilled at eating while I fed him this way and never choked.

Our little after lunch play/feeding sessions usually didn't end until he shot his load onto the floor under the desk, and I shot my down his throat or all over his face and beard. After he cleaned himself off we'd come walking out of his office, Joe lumbering about groaning and belching with his uniform fitting tighter around his even more bloated belly.

Joe even started doing less in the shop when it came to working on cars. He was often seen sitting in one of his lounging camping chairs snacking away on pastries or what was left of lunch. He'd just sit back and watch me work on the car, while he rubbed at his crotch, with his obvious erection bulging his uniform.

As the weeks went by, Joe's belly started to balloon. After just two months Joe had gone up two more uniform sizes in order to cover his belly fully, which still strained the middle of his 3XL uniform. His belly stuck out so far now that it was obviously a few inches rounder than Kent's pregnant looking belly. While he was in uniform there was such a curve to it that you couldn't tell where his belly started or ended until he opened the zipper to reveal that his undershirt couldn't even cover his gut fully.

And at night, he'd stay at my place, or me at his, and they usually involved him bending over with his face in a box of donuts or burgers, and my cock in his ass. Or him sitting on my cock and bouncing his hairy belly for me. His belly had started to get a little sag to it as well, the lower underside of his belly was just flabby enough that when he sat his belly actually looked like it was starting to roll into his lap. Every now and then I would be the one bending over, as my fat hog would put his cock into my ass and drop his belly on my back with an audible slap. He'd even bounce his gut on my back, which he knew I loved so much. After he'd cum, he'd flip me around, get on his knees and suck my dripping throbbing cock until he took my seed into his mouth and swallowed.

After 3 months of this, Joe was no longer recognizable as the same guy I met all that time ago. Instead of the slim muscular bear I had met, he was now a burly big bellied beast you'd see as a bouncer at a bar or club. And he was only getting bigger.

But, it was also becoming obvious that Kent was missing the fun and attention he had with me. Occasionally when Joe and I were locked in the office, I would catch a glimpse at the camera and spot Kent looking in through the office window rubbing his bulging gut and jerking off as he watched us. I also spotted him sneaking extra pastries whenever he could. Often enough, when he'd pass me, he'd also run his hand along my back or torso, or bump his belly into me. And just like Joe, Kent had been putting on weight too, though not as fast as my hog boss. He managed to go up a uniform size, but Joe obviously managed to catch up and pass him on sizes.

One night after another feeding session with Joe I told him about Kent and what I've noticed. It didn't surprise me even Joe stated he had noticed the same, and Kent had been giving him similar attention. We talked about it for a bit, before we eventually settled on a great agreement, something that we both would enjoy, and hopefully so would Kent.