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Lardfill story ideas part 20
🕑 Added 2023-07-20 03:00:01 +0000 UTCSTEP OVER THE LINE
The funeral was a blur. Blake was sitting in line at the drive-thru, waiting for his massive order of five triple cheeseburgers with a box of 40 chicken nuggets, when the shock finally hit him. He was eighteen with no ambitions other then video games and his mother had supported it, and now she was gone and left alone with her new husband, Colt - his step father. Colt was a harsh man and Blake was scared of him due to his overpowering masculinity and bullish, muscle bloated body. Colt would always insult Colt for being a lazy, obese pig after he finished a work out in the home gym that he had set up in what had been Blake's bedroom, forcing Blake into the smaller spare room that felt like he was living in a shoebox. The man was constantly harassing him, and now his was alone with him. He collected his two heavy bags of fast food and drove his rusty old car to a spot where he could eat in peace.
Blake took off his rented suit before eating, hanging everything in the backseat and slipping on sweat pants and leaving on the undershirt which no longer covered the underside of his belly. He dropped his 500lb body back into the driver's seat, sending the car rocking, and shut the door to seal himself into delicious smell of greasy, fatty food. Bite after bite of dripping meat and cheese, with some big bottles of cola to chug that he had bought at the convenience store before going to get fast food - he knew he was going to need a good stuffing after starving himself for a couple days to make sure he fit in the suit that he had recently rented for prom. The suit was too small now, just a couple months later, but he had squeezed into it and was quickly insulted by Colt.
"Don't exhale or else those buttons are going to shoot off and we'll be going to another funeral," Colt had said, poking Blake hard in the soft belly.
Colt had several tailored suits that fit him perfectly for each of his yearly bodybuilding phases. One for his "bulking months" and one for his "lean months" - it all made Blake hate him more. Colt never showed emotion other than pride in his body and his love of tits and Blake saw him as an animal, and he was expecting that he would soon have to look for a new place to live. He went to take another bite of burger and found that he had eaten them all, along with two big bottles of the soda. The box of chicken nuggets was plopped onto his belly and the horn honked for a split second as Blake's bloated belly pressed against the steering wheel. He would need to find a new car soon, too.
Lost in his worries, Blake was startled when there was a loud rapping on the passenger side window. He turned to find a perfectly sculpted suit wrapped around an arrogant meathead. The passenger door swung open and Colt roughly brushed off the empty bags and fast food wrappers and sat down in the seat, slamming the door behind him. He sat there, head shaved to hide the fact he was balding, silvery blue eyes locked on him like a wolf about to make an attack, and his "lean" suit showing his physique like he was trying to pick up women.
"What do you want?" Blake said with a mouthful of fried chicken and plum sauce.
"You and me are going to have to do something about this," Colt said with a cocked eyebrow and eyes locked on the exposed soft belly flab that was crammed up against the wheel. The box of nuggets was almost empty. "You need to make a lot of changes in your life."
Blake just looked at him with a cold stare as he swallowed another wad of chicken, breading, and fryer fat. He could feel a large pocket of gas in his stomach and began to try his best to keep it down but he failed nearly instantly, releasing a loud, long belch that instantly filled the car with the smell of beef, onions, chicken, and mayo. He blushed and refused to look at Colt.
"You're a fat pig, Blake. You're going to end up like those whales on one of those shows where they have to cut someone out of their house if you don't do something," Colt said firmly. "Since your flabby ass is firmly rooted at home, I'm going to make sure that home changes enough that it changes you."
"You can't..." Blake started but a surprise belch extinguished the rest of his statement.
"I can. I'm your step father and you're under my care because you refuse to be an adult, so I'm going to make some changes at home so you can be more than this," Colt said with a sneer, poking an exposed roll of soft flab covered in red stretch marks. "I'm disappointed with you... son."
Blake nearly shuddered at the word. He had never heard Colt call him that before and it cut through him like a knife. It wasn't him calling him his son that made his blood run cold, it was the powerfully intense cold glare that Colt had in his eyes and the bitter delivery of the words that caught Blake off guard.
Colt got out of the car and slammed the door behind him, walking back to his large SUV. He drove off fast, leaving a cloud of dust and loose gravel tumbling out from behind him as he sped off. Blake drove to a doughnut shop and got a dozen doughnuts and ate them in another 'car eating spot'. He reluctantly drove home with a packed belly and a mind full of worries over what the next day would bring.
When he arrived home, he found the empty house filled with sympathy food and casseroles from friends and family, and Colt standing only in white briefs, grabbing a plate. He looked at Blake with a snear.
"Since you'll eat all of this before the morning, I thought I'd get a plate for myself," Colt said with a grin.
"Eat me," Blake muttered and waddled off down the stairs to his cramped bedroom.
Colt snorted his nose, making pig noises as Blake's footsteps made the stairs squeeze and groan under his weight. Blake couldn't even feel sad, all he felt was anger and he just wanted to collapse into bed and sleep. He was exhausted, defeated, and furious. He was asleep within minutes of curling up under the sheets.
At 4AM, in the glowing blue moonlight, Blake awoke and wandered as quietly as possible up the groaning steps to the kitchen to find all the food still laying on the countertops. He sat down and began eating casserole after creamy casserole, trays of meatballs that he reheated in the oven, cold creamy salads in the fridge, dessert trays, cakes and pies. There was enough food for several families to eat for days but he was vaccuuming it all up at an alarming rate.
"What the hell is this?!" Colt's booming voice suddenly interupted Blake's feeding feast.
Blake looked down at himself in the red glow of the sunrise. He only had on a pair of 6xl cotton shorts and his bare flabby tits had smears of cheesy sauces and drips of chocolate and cream. He had food dribbled over his smooth double chins and most of the food was gone. Blake groaned in pain, snapping out of his food-enduced stupor. He looked over at Colt, who was wearing a jockstrap like he usually did at night - another thing Blake resented him for - his bare ass was always exposed every morning like it was no big deal.
"You ate all that food?! I was only joking earlier, you fat pig!" Colt yelled angrily and then began laughing in a mean spirited cackle. "Do you even realize how many calories that must've been? You'll probably gain 10lbs today, you disgusting lard pile."
Blake began to slowly wobble his way out of the kitchen when Colt pushed him back down into a chair and plopped the remaining scraps of casseroles, meatballs, chicken wings, rice dishes, pastas, rolls and breads, and deli tray items. It all sat in a pile the size of Blake's head, dripping and melting over itself in a greasy, saucy heap.
"Finish it," Colt ordered.
"What? I can't eat all that," Blake said with his hands on the sides of his belly.
"Like hell you can't," Colt said, tapping on a few of the empty pans piled all around them.
"I'm full," Blake said softly.
"Aww, that's such a shame - you seemed to be in such a good rhythm when I interrupted you," Colt said in a dry sarcastic tone.
Blake was going to retort when he realized it was true - he would've finished everything within ten minutes if he wasn't stopped. He began to slowly eat again, this time his hunger was fueled by anger and resentment. He proudly took a big fork full of food and shoved it into his fat face, giving Colt a cocked eyebrow before looking for his next bite. Colt just shook his head and watched with a disgusted look on his face.
"I've never seen such a disgusting mess of a human, I seriously haven't," Colt said before grabbing a protein powder, some skim milk and a creatine powder and blending them up into his usual morning shake.
"I'd invite you to some sort of activity, but it would probably kill you and then people might start getting suspicious of me," Colt said with a big laugh, slapping Blake on the back of the head.
Blake didn't react to anything, he was busy pushing the last glob of food into his mouth. His tiny buried dick was erect, caught in a deep roll of fat and nearly devoured whole by the pubic roll that was hanging between Blake's legs. He was turned on by the achievement of eating all that food and by the shameless display of gluttony he was creating. He wanted more, even though he was stuffed so full of food that it hurt to swallow the last gulp.
"You should at least start drinking these shakes in the morning," Colt said, trying to be serious.
Blake decided it was time to have the last word and heavily lifted himself out of the chair and slowly took two wobbly steps over to Colt. Without missing a beat, he grabbed the large protein shake from Colt's strong hand and began chugging it as fast as he could. The chocolately shake almost completely went down but then in the last gulp, his belly wouldn't hold any more and he found himself unable to swallow the last bit. It trickled out the sides of the large cup, sending two small rivers of chocolately milk mixture down over his soft jelly chest and stretched out nipples. Colt just watched in complete surprise.
"Advice taken," Blake grunted out with a slight smile, trying to mask the uneasy feeling of being so overstuffed as he began waddling off down the stairs to his bedroom.
Colt watched in amazement at the sheer boldness of Blake's gluttony. Something needed to be done about it, and he began laughing quietly to himself as he thought of ways to punish such behavior.
