After a few deep breaths, the large man tapped his gut with pride then went to slip his pants back on. "Well, gut, where do 'we' live?"
Jeff hesitated a bit. "By the creek?"
A deep chuckle. "Not anymore. Tell me where HOME is."
"But, my--" A rough smack on his belly jostled Jeff.
"Now that'll get you punished. What are you?"
"I'm a big man's gut."
"Good!" He zipped his pants up, shoving a finger into Jeff's belly button mouth, and a picture of his house flashed in his head. "There it is!" He began to walk out of the woods. "Shirt doesn't fit anymore. Lucky you. But if you keep acting up I may have to find something tight to wrap up my man gut."
He walks into the house, finally releasing Jeff's mouth. There was some noise in the far room, but the man was able to find Jeff's room easily, locking the door. "Not bad for a bedroom. I'll take it. And what's this?" Jeff can see the man turn towards the screen, walking over to sit at the computer desk, chuckling and rubbing his stomach.
"So this is how you got to be mine. A whole day to bounce around a mouthy punk and stuff you full of food, eh? I'll take it!"
He starts typing on the screen, inputting commands to compel his family to leave the house for two days.
"Give it ten minutes and this house is mine to enjoy. Right gut?" He pats his stomach a few times. "Now, finally time to that wash you interrupted." He began to strip down fully, bundling the worn down clothes while he waited to hear the front door close and lock, strolling down the hallway with an extra bounce in each step to jostle his bulky captive.
The water was turned onto a steamy hot before he stepped in, a groan of satisfaction as the water splashed along his body. "Ahhh, this is nice!" He let the water rush along his head, grabbing the soap and washing his arms off. His hands worked down his chest, the soap dripping down his round gut. As the suds dripped into his belly button Jeff coughed and spit out the water. "What's the matter, gut?"
"There's soap in my mouth!"
A rough slap to his side. "There's soap in my belly button, punk. This ain't about you." He rubs soap along the round ball of Jeff, grunting in satisfaction as Jeff whined from the firm squeezing. "Yeah, feel that bloated ego of yours learning its place. You enjoying yourself? Bouncing around as my belly for a whole day?"
Jeff remained quiet, getting a chuckle from the man. "Learning quickly. The spoiled brat can learn manners after all. Now, gotta get my backside cleaned up."
He rotated his body, water finally off Jeff while the soapy hands continued to rub and squeeze him. "Such a small shower..." the man said in almost a song, "gotta lean over and..." He pressed Jeff into the wall, putting his full weight into the pressure, rubbing the soapy bulk around. "That bloated ego really makes it hard to be around ya. Ugggh, this water feels so nice!"
He stayed leaned into the wall as he cleaned most of his body, finally turning to rinse off his front before turning the water off. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself down except his stomach, leaving that for last to grind into, placing the towel under the bulk and bouncing it a few times. "Ahh, much better! Now I can enjoy myself!" He chuckled, stepping out of the shower, ready to enjoy this new situation to its fullest.