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Spring Break Forever: Junior Year in Las Vegas
🕑 Added 2024-03-31 14:00:03 +0000 UTCColby was eager to let loose in Sin City. He was cut from the baseball team in the middle of fall semester because of his weight. He said good riddance to the discipline and stress of college sports and spent the rest of the semester and the holidays indulging his appetite alongside his roommates and family. Something about being told he was too much of something made him want to go even further in that direction. So he didn’t hold back any time he was near food. Now, after several months of staying cooped up, pigging out, and having to completely replace his wardrobe, he was bigger than ever and ready to party.
The four roommates confidently strolled into the Aria Hotel like kings arriving at bacchanal. In fact, they had already booked reservations at the buffet at Caesar’s called Bacchanal. Each man led with their belly across the casino floor, shoulders back, with a slow plod. Their heavy steps reverberated through their fattened bodies. Bell men handled their luggage. Colby led the group with the cockiness that comes naturally to a man who knows he’s the best looking of the bunch. Despite the fact he was solidly overweight, his shoulders remained impressively stout, his ass defied gravity, and his face was as chiseled as ever. He still got the most attention.
Nick, on the other hand, was succumbing to blubber and insecurity. His muscles were fading and his face became as rounded as the rest of him. The last time he made sexual contact was the blow job in Miami, but he planned to change that this year in Vegas. Mike ballooned and was now the biggest guy outside of Austin. At his height and without a solid base like Colby and Nick, he looked bloated and overstuffed at all times. A human Pillsbury Doughboy. He was even giving Austin, who stood out less and less in this group, a run for his money.
They passed what seemed like a million enticing restaurants on their way to the elevators. The hungry boys pointed them out one by one, salivating and rubbing their bellies in anticipation. The plane food had done little to satiate their appetites. Soon after finding their rooms they were seated at a ramen joint, leaning forward with doughy bellies pushed into the table, and raising glasses of sake to cheers. Little did they know that the rest of the trip was going to be an absolute blur.
The men were drinking and eating from dusk ‘til dawn and it wasn’t until the last day of the trip that Colby sobered up for a moment and realized what had transpired. He came to inside his hotel room that morning with a tall muscular man big-spooning him. The man’s long arm wrapped around Colby’s midsection and cupped his underbelly. On the floor lay a basketball jersey. Against his bulbous ass cheeks Colby could feel an enormous pulsing erection pressing into him. He tried to recall what led him here.
The night prior he and the guys hit up Bacchanal. He could remember sitting in the booth at the end of the meal feeling like he was about to burst. He had never felt so full in his life. He could barely breathe. After that there were brief flashes of a night club. He had visions of lasers and bottle service. He remembered feeling too full to drink to dance, but someone was encouraging him to drink… it was the basketball player nuzzling him right now. What was his name?
Next it was just him and the basketball player at the Taco Bell cantina. It was almost dawn and the guy was encouraging Colby to eat so much. The whole table was filled with food and he kept rubbing Colby’s belly seductively and murmuring “you can do it.” Colby was fully seduced as the player gripped Colby’s erection through his pants. He sloppily washed down the food with a boozy Baja Blast as the player called him a “good boy” and patted his belly.
“Fuuuck,” moaned the big spoon, snapping Colby’s attention back to reality. “This cake,” he said with a strong hand wobbling Colby’s ass.
Colby already had a boner and pushed his ass against his mate’s. The man tapped his cock against Colby’s cheeks a bit and then pressed the tip of his dick against Colby’s hole.
“Let me get back in there,” the man said.
Back in there? Colby was confused. He had never bottomed before and wondered if he had actually blacked out through his first time. Even more shocking was the idea that he was clean after a night of nonstop gluttony at the hands of this basketball player. Colby took a deep breath and without warning felt cock entering his hole. He held his breath steady as the man’s long member filled him up.
Within moments Colby was losing control of himself. His whole body gyrated as the man thrust his manhood inside Colby’s plumped form. He could feel and hear the Taco Bell sloshing around in his belly pooling before him on the bed. His lover did not hide his infatuation with Colby’s swollen curves, slapping and gripping the former baseball player’s most plush appendages.
“Atta boy, good piggy,” he grunted while Colby moaned and whimpered in pain and pleasure.
The basketball player grabbed a half eaten hotel danish from the nightstand that Colby hadn’t noticed until that moment. The man’s long arms wrapped around Colby and shoved it in his mouth. Colby gobbled it up like an obedient pig while the basketball player plowed his prostate until they both orgasmed.
Three hours later at the airport Colby felt a burning sensation along his inner thighs and stopped in the bathroom. He wriggled his snug sweatpants over his ass to look at his legs. His thighs were bright red from chafing and hot to the touch. He hadn’t realized until now just how much walking they had done in Vegas. He even felt a bit sore. Looking closer he noticed something else… red stretch marks were beginning to encircle his mammoth legs. He sighed and stretched the cotton pants back over his ass and wobbled to the KFC at the end of the terminal.
Comments
Nick
Love this series! Seeing them all blow up and unable to resist food is great 💜
