"That's better," Big Jim announces as he steps out of his giant jeans, his gut looking even bigger and softer now. He walks, or waddles with his thick thighs rubbing together over to the bed and lowers his massive bulk down, causing the metal bed frame to protest," There we go."
Big Jim slowly positions himself further on the bed and spreads himself out, his belly filling out his lap and nearly down to his knees. You can barely believe the size of the guy in front of you. By your guess he's three times your weight. His gut is like a mountain of blubber with multiple rolls and folds deep enough to lose pens or even a cell phone in. You could probably hide a laptop under his gut without anyone suspecting it.
"Oh man, I'm hungry," moans Big Jim rubbing his gut in circles with his thick hands.
"How can you be hungry?" you ask surprised. You saw Big Jim do nothing but eat and drink tonight.
"Think this tank can be filled up so easily?" Big Jim smirks and looks down at his gut," Better go grab me some chow."
"I don't think there's much left," you answer truthfully," You big guys kind of cleaned out my supplies, and the beer and pizza Jones brought..."
"Well that's where your wrong, Jake," Big Jim boasts and opens his eyes," I hid a pizza in your laundry cupboard when I took a piss earlier."
You look at the big fat man who's grinning at you with disbelief.
"Better go get it," Big Jim encourages.
You head into the hallway and make it to the cupboard and see the living room. Which looks like a mini disaster area with empty bowls, bottles, cans, packages and pizza boxes littered everywhere. You open up the laundry cupboard to see an XL pizza sitting on top of a pile of bath towels. You pick up the box and see it's one of the greasiest pizzas and the grease leaked onto the towels.
"Hurry up, Jake!" bellows Big Jim.
You return to the bedroom with the pizza and Big Jim smiles even more.
"Here's your pizza, try not to get it on the bed," you say tired and go to hand him the pizza.
"You're not just going to hand me the pizza are you?" Big Jim asks looking up at you as you stand next to the side of the bed.
"Yeah, why?" you ask.
"I see how you’ve been looking at me,” winks Big Jim and smiles,” I also saw you looking at the other guys tonight.”
“So?” you dismiss,” What about it? Got a problem with it?”
“Hell no,” Big Jim says,” But here’s your chance..”
“Chance.. chance to do what?”
“Chance to feed the biggest, fattest guy at the party,” Big Jim states and slaps his gut a couple of times causing it to jiggle.