This choice: Can't bud; Sarah and I are off for the weekend • Go Back...Chapter #6Relaxing stuffing round Pauls by: Dude   'Pizza and Beer eh? Sounds like a good evening' Barry said, 'Your welcome to tag along Barry, I haven't got much on so would be nice with the company' Paul said
Barry thought for a moment; 'ah unfortunately I can't Paul. Sarah and I are off for a long weekend, up to the lakes' Barry said
'Ah thats a shame but not to worry bud; I'm sure I'll get some things done; more marking etc' Paul said
The two friends continued their chat for another hour and a half before they parted ways. They arranged to meet up again in 2 weeks and they drove off in their respective directions; as Paul began to drive his belly began to growl as he realised he hadn't eaten since lunch. He pulled into a local pizza place around the corner and ordered 3 15inch pizza's, 2 garlic breads and a couple of chocolate fudge slices before heading home. With his wife and son away he just wanted to chill and pig out like he used to before he was married.
Paul got back into the house and placed the food he had bought on the sofa as he went around and drew the curtains and grabbed himself a couple of beers from the fridge; he just wanted a lazy evening with everything within reach and as little movement as possible. He turned the TV on and found a couple of shows he wanted to watch for the evening and he was set. Paul undid his belt and unbuttoned his buttoned up shirt and pants, sat down on the sofa and pulled the recliner leaver on the side. He opened the first box with the 15inch pizza in and began to devour it; picked bits of his garlic bread to and sticking it in his mouth and taking swigs of his first beer; whilst watching a James Bond film.
After 2 and a half hours Paul; finally lifted his hand heavily to his face and stuck the final bite of the chocolate fudge slice in his mouth and swallowed with difficulty. Paul let out a slight moan and he looked down at his extremely full belly that was covered in grease and chocolate stains, he rested his hands on it and rubbed it gently in circles.
'Man, I'm stuffed; haven't been this full in a long time...That Barry is a bad influence on me' Paul said chuckling, he gingerly rubbed his belly for another half hour as he continued to watch more tv, but as he did he began to get sleepy.
He fell asleep where strange visions came flooding to his mind; Paul was sat at his desk at work but much much fatter; his buttoned up shirt straining to keep his big fat belly held back, 'looking great there stud; maybe you could eat a couple more?' Dream Paul said as he looked over and stood there was Richie; a rather huge Richie, his belly so round and soft and stuffed full; his t-shirt not even covering the fat mass, his face having lost all its detail, 'mmm thanks Paul; I could go for some more' Dream fat Richie said as he picked a couple of pastries that wrapped around cream; as he downed another 5 his belly get bigger and bigger and weighed heavily down; splitting the seams of his no longer fitting top and jeans, dream Paul stood up and walked over to his fat student 'mmm, do you think Coach will think your fat enough yet?' Dream Paul asked, 'probably not; better have another to make sure' Dream Richie said as he stuffed another into his mouth and fully bursting out of his clothes bar his boxers, 'now I probably am' Richie said as he rubbed his belly in large circles, 'but what about you Paul; bet your sick of being thin?' Richie said gesturing torwards Dream Paul's belly, 'oh god yes, sick of feeling so thin.....feed me Richie; feed me till I can hardly move' Dream Paul said as Dream Richie began to stuff more of the cream slices into Pauls ever waiting mouth; Dream Paul began to swallow and could already feel his belly growing; he ate more and more and more as his belly get fatter and fatter and fatter; the buttons erupting off his shirt in all directions, this made Richie pick up the pace sticking two in at a time as Dream Paul swallowed more and more; his belly inflating bigger with each second, his clothes like richies burst off him in shreads as the two fat men stood their partially naked, Dream Paul's belly began to touch the floor on all sides as Dream Richie stuffed him more; but they ran out...'Oh god, Paul, look how big you are' Dream Richie said kissing Paul on the lips, 'I know.....but need more' Dream Paul said as he continued to be stuffed; 'More.....More!!.......MOREE!!!!' Dream Paul said
'MORE!!!!' Paul shouted as he suddenly woke up with a shock; his breath as heavy as his stuffed belly 'oh god that was amazing' Paul said as he continued to breathe heavily; but his member was still fully pronged as it pushed into his belly; 'Oh god....' Paul said as he ran to the kitchen; he opened up the fridge door and licked his lips as he began to pick at things in their and shoving them into his mouth; he stopped shoveling for a second with his left hand as he began to rub his distended belly, letting out sharp moans of pain and ecstasy but still he kept on stuffing. He slammed the fridge door and moved over to the cupboards and began pour packets of cereal, biscuits and other treats straight into his mouth, barely chewing. At this point Paul began to slow down due to the pressure but the member in his pants made him want more, Paul leaned against the counter and used one hand to rub his belly and the other to rub his member; but as he did it made him want more, he pushed his stomach; 'room.....for....ice cream' Paul said as he breathed heavily, he ran over to the freezer and shoved a big bucket of ice cream in the microwave and set it for 2 minutes, but the wait was driving Paul crazy, 'come on, come on, hurry!!!!' Paul said, when the ping went off he opened the door and began to drink the liquid ice cream, chugging it faster and faster; it pushed his belly out further and pushing harder against his member, the feeling was ecstatic and too much for Paul to take at this point as it finally erupted all on the underside of his big stuffed belly, it lasted for almost 2 minutes before it finally finished its job. Paul dropped the the large tub to the floor and held his distended belly, 'Oh....my....god' Paul said before dropping to the floor himself.
He just lay there for almost 2 hours resting and rubbing his belly, when he was finally able to move again.....just about. Paul sat there thinking, why did he dream that, he could document a few photos to show Richie but he might get found out, but in his horny mind he thought it might be a good idea.
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