As Mike pulled on the speedo it seemed less tight than the first time he had put it on.
He knew that he had accidentally taken the wrong speedo in the sauna but he really liked this one more than he own.
Mike had ordered half a dozen large meat lovers pizzas a couple liters of soda and bread sticks and just as he squeezed himself into the speedo again the doorbell rang and he went off to answer the door. It was the pizza delivery guy.
Sam wasn't shocked. He had delivered to Mike so many times in the past that it was a nice surprise that he wasn't naked this time. Not that you could really tell if he was naked or not till he turned around and you got a full moon. Mike's belly lapped over his crotch so far that even when wearing anything it looked like he was naked.
Big party again Sam asked. Knowing there was no party.
Yep.
It was a little play the two had going on since Sam had watched Mike go from a 150 pound twink to an almost 500 pound super chub.
Mike sat down in his lounger and started stuffing himself. Pizza after pizza disappearing into his belly and at some point he thought he heard a groan. Mike knew it wasn't from himself he had eaten lots more and not felt distress. So he couldn't tell what it was. He did fall into a food coma and when he woke the next morning it was astonishing that the speedo fit so much better than the day before. It was no longer going up his ass but starter to cover it growing longer and rounder. It was almost like a billboard on his ass.
Don't. Mike heard in his head.
What was that.
Don't he heard again.
I must be flipping out.
He went to the kitchen and made a pancake breakfast that made a pancake social look like a snack.
He sat there and ate and ate and ate till he heard that groan again headed out.