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Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 5
🕑 Added 2025-03-20 19:00:10 +0000 UTCEli licked the chocolate sauce off his fingers one by one. This was the best cake he had ever eaten. It was so delicious he consumed the whole thing in one sitting, despite already having an expansive breakfast packed away in his stomach. In fact, he wanted more. But Eli was too lazy to lift his overstuffed gut off the couch and disturb the feeder-chef toiling away in the kitchen. Besides, the delicious smells greeting his nose indicated that more food would be arriving soon.
He leaned back on the couch so that his tattered old gym tee displayed five inches of lower belly fat. He scratched at the area around his navel, then slipped his hands under his boxer briefs and gripped his hard on. Eli lazily stroked himself as he began to doze off. A sharp knock at the door snapped him back to reality. The knock turned to a pounding but Eli could hardly be bothered. Finally, the person outside just barged in. Eli sat up and looked at the man in the doorway. He was huge.
Standing in silhouette, all Eli could make out was the man’s height, burly shoulders, and rotund middle. He took a couple steps closer into the light. He was older than Eli, probably in his forties. His hair was buzzed short and a thick mustache dominated his square head. His neck was mostly swallowed up by his upper body: a gelatinous double chin, boulder shoulders, massive pecs that melted into bands of fat under his arms, and an enormous belly like an exercise ball.
The man stomped into the kitchen and disappeared for several moments, then returned with a bucket of fresh cooked food. Plopping down on the couch next to Eli, the man did not say a word. He simply ate. Staring Eli dead in the eyes, he nonverbally was challenging the newfound gainer. Eli was not one to acquiesce and began shoveling the food down his throat in tandem with the stranger next to him.
Occasionally the stranger would rub or pat Eli’s belly, which now looked small in comparison to his guest. Of course, Eli had a constant erection which the man occasionally stroked. Eventually the feeder in the kitchen brought out more food, and more food, and more until the coffee table had disappeared. All the while the men kept eating and the feeder kept cooking.
Hours passed and Eli was close to vomiting. He lay splayed on the couch to create as much room as possible for his stomach while still lazily shoveling bites into his mouth. At some point he passed out completely and when he awoke he felt something in his mouth. Eli opened his eyes and all he could see was hairy flesh. He pulled his head back and stared at the strange guest’s dripping cock. He looked up at the man’s belly. It appeared so heavy and soft, criss crossed with angry red stretch marks. The man belched and tried to shove his cock back in the warm hole that was Eli’s mouth.
Eli sat up, his belly sloshing. He wasn’t keen on giving head but something came over him. He took the phallus in his mouth and worked the base with his hand. His forehead pressed against the soft flesh of the man’s underbelly. Eli jerked himself off with his spare hand, his forearm wedged beneath his own loaf of belly fat. Unexpectedly, the man gripped the back of Eli’s head and shoved the cock all the way down Eli’s throat, unleashing a torrent of jizz.
Eli was surprised at how aroused he was and stroked himself to orgasm. He had only had a few dicks in his mouth in his life and never before swallowed a man’s load. Somehow this felt like an extension of his gluttony. He was already so full of food, of endless slop the feeder had been concocting. What was a little extra protein on top of that?
Comments
Poppa Jim
Wow!
Musclegut
Charming, this is, with a gluttonous finale that tastes so good! Burp.
