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New Year's Resolution - Part 3
🕑 Added 2018-02-08 05:10:18 +0000 UTC Warning. Mild Slob ahead. And probably for the rest of this series.Very few people bothered them in their little corporate dungeon. Word had gotten out that Nick had given up his battle with his office mate and their offices had turned into a foul place where few entered. Janitorial staff now drew straws every night to see who would have to empty their garbage, which usually took more than one trip.
Nick didn’t mind it. Not anymore. He didn’t even think of it as him “giving up” anymore either. You can’t give up something you never really wanted in the first place. He saw that now. Gram had shown him the way.
Gram had shown him a great many things in the months since the two first embraced.
“Hey, I’m a little bored with this project. Wanna take a break?” Gram asked from behind his cubicle wall.
“Sure!” Nick replied with enthusiasm.
Of course, “taking a break” wasn’t simply a matter of going out and getting some coffee. It had become code for something that was certainly against company policy, but with nobody willing to come down to their office, was something they got away with.
Nick waddled around the corner, finishing a candy bar as he went and tossing the wrapper to the side. He’d stopped going to the gym, and it showed in a new ring of pudge around his chest, a newly expanded middle, and a certain jiggle to each step that he never had before. A few months ago he would have been appalled at how much he’d let himself go, but now he saw every pound as a badge of honor, a living symbol of his new outlook on life.
Gram was still sitting at his desk, similarly munching on a bag of chips, his expansive belly spilling from under his shirt and over his lap. He too had gained since the resolution of their conflict. It was almost like Gram had been holding himself back until he knew what his new workmate could endure. When Nick turned into a sort of disciple it had only spurred Gram on to new heights of gluttony. He’d easily put on 50 pounds in the few short months they’d been together, and Nick saw every new roll as something to aspire to.
He also saw it as fucking hot.
Grinning, Gram grabbed his belly and hoisted it up, revealing the fact he’d undone his slacks and had his pants down far enough to expose his already hard and leaking cock. The smell struck Nick like a primal force, so much more potent than the normal miasma that permeated their shared office. It smelled of Gram’s BO, certainly, but with the added and unmistakable scent of Cock with a capital C.
Nick dropped to his knees before Gram, the man’s bulk barely held aloft by his reinforced office chair. He pressed his hands into the densely furred and sweaty crotch, pushing back the fatty flesh there until Gram’s thick foreskin retracted enough to reveal his cheese-covered head. The scent got even more potent as he leaned forward and gently licked the head clean and was rewarded with a fresh pearl of precum for his efforts.
Even with both hands pushing back the fat of his groin as far as possible, there was just so much there that much of his length was still buried in lard. His cock was thick, however, and Nick strained to open his mouth wide enough to fit. The first few times he’d been sure he’d scrape Gram bloody, but now he managed the feat with a practiced ease. He didn’t have far to descend before his nose was pressed against Gram’s hairy fupa. From above he heard Gram let out a deep and lengthy groan.
Nick had never expected their relationship to become sexual, but as the two conversed and Gram showed him he’d been living for an ideal he never truly desired, Nick began to see Gram’s body not as something grotesque, but strangely appealing. Strange at first, anyway.
After they’d first hugged when Nick had broken down, it was weeks until they’d touch again. It was entirely by accident, Nick having tripped and fallen into the big man while delivering snacks. He’d braced himself on Gram’s soft, almost womanly chest, and looked into his warm eyes, and the two giggled.
“See? Being fat ain't so bad,” he’d said. And Nick silently agreed, feeling himself rise in his pants just from touching the big man’s chest.
After that it became obvious, at least to Gram, that Nick was suddenly very into him. He’d make excuses to chat, to come to his side of the cubicle, and place a hand on Gram’s sweaty thigh or back. One day Gram simply had enough and pressed him up against the wall with his belly. He’d let the smaller man squirm for a bit before he leaned over for a kiss which Nick returned, and that was that.
From there it was sex every day. Usually, as now, with Nick on his knees while Gram enjoyed Nick’s lips around his dick. It left room for Gram to continue stuffing his face with chips, which he enjoyed almost as much as being blown, but combining the two was new heights of hedonism, even for him.
But, while Gram certainly enjoyed fooling around at work, they’d never actually fucked before. It was a difficult thing to do at Gram’s size, and while it’d be easy for the two to obscure a daytime tryst if it was just a bit of oral (Gram merely needed to lean forward and pull his shirt down to completely obscure his groin) actual penetration would require a bit more logistics.
Nick had started sucking on Gram’s balls, bringing each hefty and hairy egg into his mouth for a few minutes before moving on to the next. It drove Gram wild, and he could tell he was getting close to cumming. Nick could too, given that certain vibration that rippled through Gram’s flesh as he got close.
Gram didn’t give any warning. He didn’t need to. He just started cumming, filling Nick’s mouth to overflow and forcing him to swallow it down. With every shot into Nick’s mouth he imagined himself getting larger, fatter, more like the man he was sucking off. He knew it was ridiculous, mere fantasy, but he would have sworn his pants felt tighter every time he blew the enormous man.
“Hey,” said Gram even as he was still pumping a few weak shots into Nick’s maw. “You wanna come to my place after work?”
Nick’s eyes widened. He’d never had the balls to ask Gram out, and now here he was asking Nick back to his place. He extracted himself from Gram’s still spurting cock and was rewarded with a shot to the chin. “Sure!” Nick said, before he dove back down to get the last few drops.
