George Knopf
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Plenty of Pork: Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2025-09-14 15:00:04 +0000 UTCIt would have been difficult not to notice this guy. His blue eyes sparkled with a charming eagerness for the food he was about to receive. His excitement was palpable as he placed his order. Soft pink lips spoke each word with a boyish grin, framed by soft brown scruff on his face and tousled dirty blonde hair. A strong jaw line punctuated his manliness.
He had the standard physique in these parts: stocky and farm raised. Strong shoulders, arms, and a meaty chest. A dense middle, swollen from years of second helpings and too many beers after work, poked out above his denim jeans. Thick, ham-like thighs filled up the denim with a nice bulge resting between them. I couldn’t see from my position behind the register, but I could make an educated guess about his rear: bulbous, rounded, heavy like the rest of him.
He ordered our largest tray of food consisting of barbecue brisket, two sausages, a cup of beans, and mac ‘n cheese. His girlfriend, a slight and severe looking woman, ordered three chicken fingers. The man paid, naturally, and I took his name down as Abe. I handed him a number (sixty nine, which I found amusing) and they turned to find a seat. Of course, I was right about his ass. Thick as can be and noticeably constrained against the stiff denim. I was often smitten with the corn fed customers who frequented my place of employment, but Abe was really something to behold.
I spent the next hour completely distracted by the beauty of this man. Even were he trim and svelte I would have been captivated. He was downright gorgeous. But the fact he had a hearty beginner belly resting snug on his middle and it clearly was going nowhere left me drooling. His body language and face lit up when the food was served, and then he dug into his tray of barbecue with a joyful panache that was impossible to ignore. He ate every last bite, leaving no crumbs, and licking his fingers. When his girlfriend couldn’t finish her last chicken tender he had no problem helping out.
With all the food packed away he leaned back with his hands behind his head and an infectious grin. His gut swelled forward in a distended half sphere, which he rubbed with one hand. Twice he glanced back towards the register. I briefly panicked each time. Perhaps I was staring too much, but my instinct told me he was contemplating a second order. It was hard to tell, and soon enough the couple departed.
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It was about a month later, maybe longer, when the couple returned to the restaurant. I immediately recognized Abe. I couldn’t tell if it was wishful thinking or not, but he seemed larger to me. Even the way he walked seemed to have more gravity. His shirt was incredibly snug and the soft grey fabric left little to the imagination. Muscled shoulders and arms had the sleeves stretched to capacity, with a blurry tattoo on his left bicep. His chest was beefy too causing the fabric between each pec to strain noticeably. Then, of course, the beer belly. It looked firm and bulbous glued to his midsection. From a distance he was just a series of rounded bulges, whether muscle, fat, or the package pushing at the zipper of his blue jeans. I took a deep breath to ground myself.
He ordered the same meal as last time but added two chicken wings a la carte. His appetite had grown, I observed. He also ordered a large orange soda and if I recalled correctly, the last time he stuck with water. The girlfriend ordered the same chicken tender meal as last time. When they headed for their table I silently prayed this would become a regular occurrence. Even better if Abe started coming on his own.
He ate with the same gusto as his previous visit, but there was noticeably less pizazz in his eyes. There seemed to be some sort of discord between the couple, at least judging by their body language. The woman appeared upset and barely spoke despite Abe initiating conversation a few times. Most of their meal was eaten in silence while I hornily observed them from a distance.
I tried to imagine what Abe looked like naked. Judging by the tuft of hair poking out the collar of his tee, I could assume he had a solid field of chest and belly hair. Probably a bit of fuzz on the ass too. I wondered if he trimmed his bush, and if he was fat enough to start plumping up down there as well. I enjoyed a fat pad but Abe still had something of a waistline. Surely he had a sizable cock. Besides the fact of his big dick energy, you could see the solid bulge of a generous endowment through his denim. Though I supposed his thighs were thick enough to push his junk forward accentuating its presence. I started getting a semi behind the register thinking about it and tried to cool down.
Eventually, the couple left in the same chilly manner in which they had eaten. As the door closed something inside me knew that Abe would be back.
Comments
Poppa Jim
I love cornfed. ❤️ I could read those stories forever.
