"Jake's New Regimen" by Exjockfeeder. Part I chapter 2: The Interview (Patreon)

     After driving an extra thirty minutes, hoping to let his huge lunch digest, Jake finally pulled into the construction office's lot. When he leaned forward to grab the keys from the ignition, his stuffed belly grazed the steering wheel. With a hand on the hard, food filled curve beneath his pecs, he hoisted his girth out of the truck. His shirt button was more strained than ever. The denim of his jeans grabbed his ass tightly with each pumping step.

     Jake squared his shoulders and headed for the reception desk. No one was to be seen, but the adjacent office door stood open. He tentatively voiced a hello. No response. As he leaned into the counter to look behind the desk, his gut pressed firmly into the ledge. He seemed not to notice. "Hellooo?"

     Suddenly a big hand clapped him on the shoulder. Jake jumped a bit and whirled around, his lunch stuffed paunch bumping into the company's manager, almost toppling the box of sandwiches he was carrying. They stood gut to stomach for a few seconds before the man stepped back.

     "Easy there big guy. Didn't mean to startle you."

     Jake took a step back, hit the counter with his ass, and tried to suck in his gut. As he composed himself, explaining that his friend had referred him to a Tom Rudnick, the manager noticed Jake's eyes traveling to the box of food he had brought back to the office.

     "Whelp, looks like you found him. Jake, you say? I'm Tom. Come on in."

     The pair headed into the office. Tom plopped the box of take-out on the front of his desk and settled himself back in his chair. Jake shuffled a bit, waiting for the manager to take the lead. He thought better of trying to put his hands in his pockets.

     "Want some lunch big guy? I got enough for the whole office staff, but forgot they all were all leaving for a site meeting this afternoon." Tom nudged the box in Jake's direction.

     "Oh, I, uh . . . well ¬ I already ate, but thanks, man."

     "Yeah, looks like you might have filled up plenty, buddy. Either that or you were trying to make more room."

     Tom tapped his own belt buckle and nodded towards Jake's waist. The still full stud looked down, but saw only belly. His hand went to the underside of his stomach, and his face went red. His jeans were still popped open from the eating session in the car.

     "Well hell, that's a fine way to impress the new boss, huh?" Jake turned sideways to try to button his jeans discretely, a nearly impossible task given the tightness.

     While Jake's blush faded, he tried to recover his usual laid back demeanor. He and Tom discussed the company, and before long, Jake was given a trial project assignment. "It's a special project, kind of a small one. You'll orient for a week of so with the main team, and then we'll work on that project together to test you out," Tom explained. "Sounds like you'll work out fine, but I pay very close attention to hiring my crew, and I like to break in new guys personally. I'm actually managing this one myself, so we can get it done easy and see how things ¬ fit."

     There was an unusual pause before his last word, but it didn't register with Jake, who liked the chemistry with Tom. He reminded him of his college baseball coach ¬ firm and directive, but not a dick. He found himself looking forward to having a project and some structure for a while. Unbelievably, he also found himself eyeing the box of food intended for the missing office crew. Unable to forget the strained feel of his pants and fearing that his jeans button might literally blow if he ate another bite, he tried hard to ignore the aromas.

     He looked up and saw a slight smirk on Tom's face. "It's all gonna go to waste if someone doesn't eat it." Jake blushed again at having his thoughts exposed.

     "I ¬ I think I'm still pretty full. The burger joint accidentally gave me someone else's order too, so ¬"

     "Oh, so you just HAD to eat it all. Gotcha." Tom's smirk curled into a slightly devilish grin. "Here. Take at least a couple of sandwiches so my assistant doesn't yell at me completely, and let's give you a quick tour of the place. You can eat these as we walk." He scooped up a couple of sandwiches and handed a laden paper plate to Jake. "I'm always on the crew to watch budgets, so my assistant will give me endless shit if I bought a big lunch that no one ate. Consider it your first or many." Tom smirked again. Jake stared at the plate piled with meat and bread and couldn't believe he was tempted.

     Tom took in the stud's beefy physique as he toured him through the office and covered the company's policies. Jake nodded and listened attentively, taking big bites as they walked. Tom watched the exjock's impressive musculature easily move his hefty body. He wondered if Jake even realized his size compared to a lot of guys. A gut that thick would look twice as big on a guy with smaller pecs and shoulders. And a guy with less powerful legs might tire just hoisting that belly out of a chair. A guy like Jake might need to have twice the gut to feel what another guy would at this weight. Tom mused on the image of the overfed stud's gut growing out to twice its girth. Jake wondered what was making his new boss smirk once again.

     It was a hot afternoon. The heat combined with the effort to put away a second lunch had the jock feeling warm. He had managed to eat everything Tom had given him, so his shirt not only felt hot it felt tight. As they headed back to the front office, Jake undid the front of his shirt while his new boss wasn't looking.

     But Tom certainly noticed Jake's belly as he told him what time to report in the morning. How could he not? His white t-shirt was now snug enough to show the hair trail on the exjock's stomach, which was also fully exposed where the shirt crept away from his waistband.

     "Two things I can't stand, big guy. One is wasted chow. The other is a weak, underfed crew with all this heavy work to do. I think you're still being bashful for some reason, so you better take these. You'll need your strength for the job I have for you bud. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow."

     Jake peeked in the bag to find a dozen large cookies and puzzled at how Tom could think he had been bashful about eating when he could barely move in these jeans. He drove off, thinking back on their conversation. "I'm gonna like this place."

To be continued