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An After Work Ritual
🕑 Added 2017-10-20 14:54:58 +0000 UTC Steve hated elevators, and for obvious reasons. He wasn’t claustrophobic, but at his size, you didn’t need to be for the space to feel cramped. Combined with the fact they rarely had air conditioning meant that if anyone else was unfortunate enough to share the short ride with him they’d be presented with a very fat, very sweaty man as accompaniment.Not that Steve minded being very fat. On the contrary, he’d grown to love his size since he’d acquired it.
Luckily, he was riding solo on the elevator this particular evening, and the beads of sweat that rolled off his forehead and down his double chin to disappear beneath his 4XL shirt were his alone to enjoy.
The elevator stopped and Steve waddled out of the carriage to lumber down the hallway to his condo. He’d just moved in a few months ago, and before he did he made sure to customize his brand new abode with all the comforts a man his size would need: reinforced king size bed, a spacious shower, and a raised toilet with a bidet attachment.
He didn’t quite need that last one, but he’d splurged in the name of luxury. And you never know, maybe he’d grow to need it someday.
If you’d asked Steve several years ago if he pictured himself the size he is now, you’d have probably received a laugh in reply. The high school jock becoming the size of a whale? Preposterous. But something had changed in him over his college years, something not many would have expected.
The freshman 15 was something everybody talked about, and indeed many people acquired. Steve was one of them, the many long nights studying and a forgotten gym routine being an easy path to weight gain. But rather than being disgusted with his new addition Steve became fascinated by the slight paunch he’d developed. He’d catch himself gently kneading the small roll of flab that had begun to pooch over his belt line, finding the sensation to be oddly soothing.
So while his friends all vowed to hit the gym over the summer break and lose those unwanted pounds, Steve took summer courses and extra helpings at meal times. The freshman 15 became the sophomore 30, and then the junior 50. By the time he graduated he was near twice the man that had entered into higher learning just a few short years ago, and Steve loved every pound. The feeling of size was intoxicating - he felt large, and powerful, like nobody could possibly hurt him. On top of that, his belly was a constant companion and plaything, and Steve would toy with his prodigious pot whenever he felt that nobody was looking, and sometimes even when they were.
His work ethic also served him well - those summer courses convinced his employers that he was a hard worker, and he got a middle management job straight out of college. He then bought a condo, stocked it with all the things he wished he’d had in school, and now felt like he was living the good life.
Arriving at his door, Steve fiddled with his keys until it unlocked and then belly-bumped his door open. He preferred to use his weight to do most tasks, and it was already pressing into the door anyway. Then once he waddled inside and closed the door behind him, he sighed and immediately began to shuck his clothes. Living alone had many perks, and one of them was always being naked at home.
Steve undid his belt with one hand while the other undid his tie and threw it onto the table. As soon as his belt was undone his pants slid to the floor with a dull thud, and he stepped out of the garment as he undid the first few buttons of his dress shirt. Once he’d gotten a few undone he simply grabbed the ends and lifted it over his mammoth chest and threw it to land where he’d left his slacks. He then tugged his boxers below his waist and let gravity do the rest. With the cool air of his apartment quickly evaporating the day’s accumulated sweat, Steve gave another contented sigh.
This was how Steve normally ended his work day, a ritual disrobing that signaled the end of work and the beginning of play.
How Steve played was yet another ritual. He bounded to his home office, belly and chest bouncing with each exuberant step, and flopped himself in his office chair in front of his computer. Much like his bed, it too was reinforced to withstand the force of over 400 pounds unceremoniously dropping atop of it. Even so, the chair creaked in tortured protest for having to support such an enormous weight.
Next, Steve flipped on his computer and idly played with a roll of flab as big as a bread loaf as he waited for his PC to boot. Once done he logged onto a certain website that specializes in streaming video to a paywalled group of loyal fans. They’d been looking forward to this part of their day as much as Steve had.
Before he began the stream he made sure his webcam was positioned correctly, providing his audience with a full view of his colossal form. It was becoming harder and harder to keep all of him in the shot, with his belly easily taking up most of the camera. But then, that’s sort of what his audience came for, and Steve laughed inwardly at the pun.
Satisfied, he hit the button to begin the steam. “Hello everyone,” he said, seeing that his followers were already piling into the chat room to see his latest stream. “I think I may be a little bigger since the last time you all saw me. What do you think?” He asked, punctuating the question with a loud slap to his belly which caused it to wobble for a moment afterward. The chat room went wild at the sound, many saying he looked much bigger than his previous stream.
Steve knew he wasn’t really; he’d maybe gained a pound or two, but that wasn’t the point. It was all part of the show.
He then began to rub both his hands around the furthest part of his belly as it sagged into his lab, tracing the thick roll of fat with his fingers as he slowly mapped his circumference. Then he began to rub vertically, ensuring he touched every inch of his belly. It was what everyone watching wished they could do, so he did it for them. Plus he quite simply enjoyed it.
For the next 5 minutes, he casually grabbed, and kneaded, and lifted, and dropped his belly, eyes occasionally turning to the camera just to flash a quick smile before returning to his monitor. In truth, he was catching up on his emails and messages, but his audience didn’t need to know that. Besides, this part of the evening was all foreplay. Belly foreplay.
Steve shot off a few quick replies from his inbox before bringing up the cam site once more where he quickly scanned the messages. As usual, most just fawned over his belly and asked him to keep going. He was more than happy to.
He leaned back in his chair so his entire torso fit in the shot and then cupped his chest and began to knead the fleshy mounds in both hands. He’d squish them together and then rub his fingers over the large areolas. He’d always get comments on how big they were, and Steve knew they were indeed one of his more prominent features. They were also quite sensitive, and a little moob play never failed to get a rise out of him.
Sure enough, he could feel his cock stir between thighs larger than most men’s waists. Reclined as he was, his belly no longer sagged over his groin so the camera could easily see his dick start to chub and then rise from the thicket of pubic hair. It wasn’t long by any means (he had length, but most of it was swallowed up by his pubic fat) but he was thick and meaty - two words that he felt describe everything about him perfectly.
In case anyone wasn’t aware, Steve reached over his belly and gave his cock a few tugs until it reached full tumescence. Then he went back to kneading his moobs as he turned once more to the camera and moaned.
The chat request messages were coming fast and furious, some offering to turn on their own cameras for Steve’s enjoyment. Sometimes he took them up on their offers, but right now he wasn’t in the mood. It sounded odd, but Steve had always got himself off better than anyone else, and he’d prove it again tonight.
With one hand on his tit and the other slipped beneath the fold of his gut, Steve began to jerk off in earnest, his thick, uncut meat soon drooling a pearl of precum that began to drip down his shaft to pool on his sagging balls. His size was only part of his popularity. The other part was how much he produced.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed as he continued to tug his meat, the motion causing ripples to spread from his arm throughout his body. Steve had stopped kneading his breast and began to pinch the cocktail-wiener sized nipple, moaning as he did. He’d often say how his nips were so large and sensitive they were like two little dicks on his chest, and he loved playing with them as much as he loved playing with his gut.
It was soon getting time for a big finish, so Steve pinched hard on his nipple while he furiously jacked his cock. Then his balls drew up, he made a sharp intake of breath, and spread his legs to their widest. Then he came.
While most men would squirt a few times, being lucky to fire off a foot in front of them, Steve erupted like a volcano. The first blast was more like a constant stream of semen arcing feet in the air to splatter all over his chest and belly. There was a brief interruption as his entire body shook and then there was another blast even further than the first. This one went past his head to land somewhere on the shelves behind him. Then another shake, and another shot, and another, and another, until he’d essentially covered his chest in cum.
The sixth shot him the face, something he always tried to avoid but more often than not failed to do. He sputtered be continued to cum, the next several shots noticeably weaker and adding far less volume to the already obscene amount of ejaculate that coated his entire body. He could already feel it sliding off his belly to soak into the fabric of his chair. The final few shots hit the underside of his desk, the semen dribbling onto the floor beneath it.
There was a reason Steve locked the door to his office whenever he had guests.
Steve took a few moments to collect himself and then winked down at the camera. Not able to touch his keyboard or mouse he simply reached for a nearby towel and began to wipe himself off. “I guess I was a little pent up,” he said, to the textual cheers of the chat room. That had been one of his more impressive ejaculations.
One sopping towel later, Steve again thanked his audience and turned off the webcam. Then he got up and waddled his way to the kitchen to fix himself a snack.
