Stuffed Teaser (Patreon)

I decided not to make you wait for December for $12 tier content when I have a story coming out next week! Here is an unedited version of the first two pages of my Thanksgiving story. Enjoy your exclusive first look. 

Stuffed

This is the first time Troy is bringing a man home to meet his parents. He came out long ago and his parents accepted his queer identity. However, this is also the first time Troy is in a relationship he is serious about. There were plenty of hot lays he brought back home over the years, but no one he would let his parents meet because he knew the relationships wouldn’t last. They were mostly gym bunnies, but Troy wanted a fat man with a big appetite. He had finally found a relationship with Someone who met all of his requirements: handsome, sweet, and super morbidly obese; He met you almost nine months ago at a local buffet.

He goes ahead of you with several stacked boxes of pies to greet his parents. Troy goes up to the door, opens it, and yells “we are here!” 

His mother runs to the door to hug her son. “Look at you, Mr. Handsome! It looks like you’re even more muscular than before. You’ve really gotten yourself in shape. I’m so proud of you,” she coos. She pushes back some of Troy’s brown hair and kisses his forehead. She looks around confused looking for you, her son’s boyfriend. She then notices a short steel ramp that must have been set up at the door by Troy. “Where is your boyfriend?,” she asks while taking the pies from him. “I can’t wait to meet him,” she reiterates. 

Troy is muscular with the body in the shape of an upside down Dorito: a perfect v-shaped muscular torso. Everyone though he’d end up with someone as fit and athletic as him. His body is like a Dorito, but you’re in the shape of someone who eats endless bags of Doritos. Granted, you do so it’s not that far of a stretch. “He’s on his way up the driveway” says Troy as a whirling noise inches closer and closer until your almost at the door.

“O-oh my...” whispered his mother as she watches you, her son’s behemoth boyfriend, roll up to the door on a bariatric power chair. She then calls for her husband for back up.

Troy’s father joins them at the door. You’re not surprised at the shock that washes over their faces. You’re used to people staring at you in concern or even disgust. Everyone thinks you look like the type to chug velveeta cheese sauce packets and they aren’t wrong. You’re wearing your best outfit, which isn’t saying much at all. This outfit is the only thing that fits, even if it doesn’t completely cover you. You’re wearing a large white shirt that looks like it could be a bed sheet for a twin bed and an enormous pair of gray sweat pants. Despite your clothing’s best effort, they can’t hide the fact your belly rolls spill out of the circus tent shirt and down over your knees. Your sides bulge in a tightly squeezed seat of your mobility aid. The Big Bounder H-Frame Bariatric Power Wheelchair only has a 750 pound weight capacity. You’re not sure what your weight is at the moment, but you’re definitely close, if not already blowing past the limit. You use the controls to move up toward the edge of the ramp on the porch.

“Nice to finally meet you both,” you exhale heavily. Getting from the van into your power chair drained a lot of your energy. 

Troy’s parents don’t want to be rude so they introduce themselves. His mother wants you to call her Cheryl while his father explains that his name is Daniel, but you can call him Danny. Once the flash introductions are over you want to get inside. You start up the ramp and inches toward the door. The scooter stops  in its tracks as you wince in a slight pain. Your thick belly rolls and love handles got caught in the door. The frame is much too small for such a wide man. You get red in the face as you puff “I’m stuck.”