George Knopf
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Gordito: Epilogue
🕑 Added 2025-09-10 19:00:05 +0000 UTCThe air inside the truck smelled like sweat and salt and soda pop. The truck rumbled along the empty highway, its floor littered with fast food wrappers, empty fry boxes, and two extra-large cups crammed into the holders. Lee’s grease stained white T-shirt was developing wet marks under the arms and chest as it rode up over the curve of his belly. The former twink’s pale skin glistened where the sun hit it through the windshield. His gut slumped forward in his lap, jiggling each time the truck bounced on the highway. He sat there in the passenger seat with a sack of fast food atop his belly and a half-eaten burger in one hand. His jaw was working slow and sleady as his greedy lips sparkled with grease. His cheeks were flushed pink as he devoured the fast food.
Juan Pablo kept one hand confidently on the wheel and with the other he gulped down a milkshake. He licked his lip and glanced sideways at Lee. The boy hadn’t stopped eating since they pulled out of the last town. He must have had three burgers at this point, fries, and a litany of sweets. Truth be told, Juan Pablo had lost count. The kid’s inner pig was out of the cage and there was no hope of ever putting it back.
“You know I’ve put on fifteen pounds since you moved in,” Juan Pablo said, “and it’s all your fault.”
Lee looked at him, mouth full. He licked ketchup off his thumb, shrugged. “Only fifteen?” He smirked, then shoved more fries into his mouth. “Wait ‘til winter.” His eyes flickered devilishly.
“Your belly is gonna be to the dashboard by Christmas and god knows if I’ll still fit behind the steering wheel.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Lee popped the button on his shorts with one hand, his belly pushing forward with relief. “It’s only fair that you grow too. I’ve already put on so much weight for you.”
Juan Pablo chuckled, and rubbed his own belly wistfully. He could tell that his shirt was getting snug. It had fit fine over a month ago, but his body was growing once again. He fingered his underbelly where he suspected the majority of the last fifteen pounds had landed in a soft, gelatinous, heavy crescent above his waistband. He got a little stiff just thinking about it.
In the bed of the truck, under a tarp, were some pieces of equipment they’d need for their new venture. The couple was heading to Minneapolis where they planned to open a gym. The working name was Wide Load. They planned to use Juan Pablo’s funds from selling the landscaping business, and seed money from a friend of Lee’s. Finally, Lee would be putting his degree to good use in running a business. Even better with the love of his life at his plush side.
Juan Pablo looked over at Lee adoringly. He admired the generous swell of Lee’s body heaping out in every direction. His eyes traced the ever-growing belly fat overtaking Lee’s whole body, barely contained by the white T-shirt. He smiled, noticing the messy streak of sauce on his cheek. Lee had always been a messy eater. His cock stirred in his jeans.
He reached over and grabbed Lee’s gooey thigh, his fingers sinking into the thick muscle coated with soft fat. The truck swerved slightly. Lee belched, and then laughed.
“Easy,” he muttered. “You keep that up and I’ll make you pull over.”
Juan Pablo grinned and squeezed harder. “Maybe we should pull over, Gordito.”
Lee gulped down the last bite of his burger and then he leaned in, lips grazing Juan Pablo’s ear.
“You think I’m big now?” he purred. “Just wait ‘til winter. That’s when bulking season really begins. All this,” he patted his belly confidently, “it was just a warm up.”
