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Lardfill story ideas part 11
🕑 Added 2023-05-18 03:00:01 +0000 UTCCircus
Roland was just finishing his bag of fast food when they pulled into the circus grounds parking lot. The four friends had gone visited a drive-through window and Roland had quickly pushed 4 double hamburgers, 2 orders of fries, and two large sodas into his belly in the five minute drive to the circus. His buddies, Jason, Tucker and Bobby, had gotten used to Roland's massive meals and his piggish, rapid-fire method of eating but this latest display was especially fast.
"Sweet damn, you fat fucker!" Bobby hooted and playfully slapped the huge sagging mound of soft fat that was always exposed from under his always too-small shirt. "They might just slap a blue ribbon on you!"
The guys all chuckled as they waited for Roland to shift his 700lb body over to the door of the SUV and slowly slide out onto his giant swollen feet that were barely contained in extra wide sneakers. Standing, Roland's belly hung heavily down to almost his knees. His ass was equally massive, along with his very wide hips and thighs. Each of his flabby tits were bigger than any of his friends' heads, and that wasn't including the large roll of chest fat that continued under his arm and wrapped around his back to meet at the valley in his back fat that used to show his spine. That was back over ten years earlier, when Roland was only 200lbs, but a decade of piggish eating and friends who completely supported that lifestyle had transformed him from being a beefy jock with sharp grey eyes and auburn hair into a flabby giant mess of soft blubber that paid little attention to how he looked. He was proud of his steady decline, too. It wasn't uncommon for him to joke about having to get cut out of his house or mentioning getting too fat to walk. The guys never raised a concern against this.
Tonight, they were going to enjoy the travelling circus which had gained a reputation as being a "smut circus" late at night. It was midnight, and the parking lot was half full of cars, giving the guys a minute walk to the entrance - but Roland's slow waddle with multiple breaks to catch his breath made the walk three times longer. When they made it to the gate, Roland was sweating and panting, but Tucker stayed by his side to help him along. The man in the booth selling admission just smiled with a big toothy grin at Roland's massive size.
"Enjoy the night, fellas," the man said as he quickly stamped the three friends' hands, winking at Roland as he stamped his meaty fat hand after the others had turned away. Roland smiled politely, sweat dripping down his forehead, and caught up to his waiting friends.
"Alright, where first?" Jason asked, looking around at the adult-themed attractions. There was definitely a sexual element to the late night, and while most of the rides were turned off for the night, the food vendors and all the games and tents were open.
"The freak show!" Bobby exclaimed, pointing down at a large sign next to the "Haunted House" ride.
"Sounds like a plan," Jason agreed and then turned back to look at Roland, who was flapping his shirt in and out to try to cool down but it seemed to only be managing to display his huge underbelly. "We better be careful or they might take you, Roland."
Roland cocked his eyebrow, confused for a second.
"Freak Show Fat Man!" Bobby burst out laughing and slapped Roland on the back. He sobered up quickly and added, "You know what? You probably are actually fat enough to be a freak show fat man."
"The pay is probably terrible," Roland said with a grin.
Bobby and Tucker chuckled and started to walk slowly with Roland as they slowly made their way to the Freak Show entrance while Jason went ahead and got ten servings of deep fried dough with cinnamin sugar sprinkled overtop that stayed glued to the crispy morsels with all the excess oil on the dessert. It was one of Roland's favorite foods, and every year they would constantly have them in his fat hands while they were at the circus.
The freak show was in a set up very similar to the Haunted House - a series of trailers combined to make a temporary "house", only this one held examples of extreme bodies and tattooed, horned people. When they got to the entrance, Roland had already eaten all of the desserts, and Jason was going bck to get more. There was sugar dust all over Roland's double chin and on his shirt, but the guys got a kick out of letting him look so piggish - the rest of them were still in half-decent shape, especially Jason, who still had his abs, and they had come to love having a huge fat guy in their group.
"Come in! Come in!" the male greeter in a bright red tuxedo said enthousiastically, his eyes locked on Roland's body. "Oh my! You're a big one! Come in, Big Guy! Come in!"
"Wait up, guys!" Jason yelled as his quickly paced up with his arms clutched around the deep fried treats.
"I'm sorry, Sir! No food allowed inside the Freak Show, you'll have to finish it out here first. I'm terribly, terribly sorry, Sir," the man in the red suit said with a giant smile.
"That's okay, it'll only take a minute," Bobby said with a laugh.
"I bet forty-five seconds," Tucker said quickly.
Roland ignored this all and with his first handful, devoured an entire serving. Within five seconds, he was shoving the second one in, and the third. His eyes rolled back a little as the pure pleasure of the food hit his tongue - the sweet gooey sugar melted into the grease, the crisp crust of the light soft dough, the sensation that your mouth immediately needs to experience that exact moment of the first bite over again as soon as the last bite slides down the back of his tongue. It was bliss to him and he had absolutely zero self control, so he just kept eating. When there was no more food to shove into his face, he stopped, conpletely oblivious to the line of drool that had formed from the side of his mouth and over his two chins while he ate.
"Thirty-eight seconds!" Bobby exclaimed and woo-ed loudly.
All Roland could do was let out a deep, rumbling belch. The man in the red suit looked with wide eyes and a smile frozen on his face that was trying poorly to cover up the shock of seeing such a huge man eat with such a lusty and devoted attitude.
"Alright, let's go in!" Tucker said, letting Jacon and Bobby pass so he could stay and slowly walk with Roland again.
As they entered the first room, they were presented with a strong man behind glass. The man was aggressively pumping large dumbells and sweating like Roland did after a short walk. The guys stayed for a few minutes and watched the man in his 30's pump his over-sized muscles.
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