wonderspunder123
20th October 2010, 02:22 AM
July 23rd
Hot summer day. The worst kind of hot summer day too. It’s too hot to go to the beach, too hot to move, too hot for anything. I’m the 21 year old living on his own in a stinky sweaty apartment with no AC I may add and nothing at all to do. I’m about 5 foot 4 with sandy blond hair with frosted tips. I have big brown eyes and tanned skin with big hands and the biggest feet you could imagine. I don’t have the best body, in fact I have a good sized beer gut that is slowly ballooning and trying to escape my shirt. It’s a good silky yellowish tan like the rest of my body with a small of amount of blond hair on the navel. I grab an old muscle shirt I used to wear and can barely fit it over my trembling belly. In the end I look 7 months pregnant but don’t care. I grab a pair of shorts that barely fit. They’re so tight I have to undo the buttons and walk around with a big belly hanging out and unbuttoned pants like I just ate a whole cow. No, TWO whole cows. I grab a towel and my keys and head out to the car. There has to be somewhere I can go to get away from the heat.
I’m driving when I smell the sweetest smell a fat guy can smell. Food. Glorious food. All kinds, mashed potatoes, chicken, corn, lots of gravy mhmm. I try to find the glorious smell. It’s coming from a small house on the end of the block. I’m driving purely on instinct and stop in the driveway where I hear a loud humming. I notice a picnic table decked with the most food ive ever seen. Mountains of mashed potatos, a temple made of chicken and theres a fountain of gravy just marinating over it all. I can’t help myself. I grab a leg…..and a thigh…and two wings. Oh what the hell? I’m just standing there chowing down, gravy is dribbling down my mouth and onto my bulging stomach just before it hits the ground. I look at the damage. Four legs, two thighs and a handful of wings. My belly is actually hurting from the binge. I need to sit down, just for a second. I manage to sit on the bench rubbing my aching stomach when above me stands the biggest wad of man meat ive ever seen.
He’s about six foot , maybe taller. His skin is a dark brown, he has tiny squinted eyes and two big fat arms resting on a belly so big it left me speechless for about a good 30 seconds. He has an apron draped over the marionette he’s hangin in front of me. He’s wearing a pair of tight Bermuda shorts with the first button undone. I realize his shirt is nonexistent. He’s shirtless, his bellybutton is stretched into a small slot like motion. “What’re you doin boy?”
I let loose a thundering belch that sums up what happened. He puts on a big dopey grin. “AAw shoot, I never get any visitors, I’m glad ya enjoy it.” He thrusts a huge meaty hand in my face. “I’m John.”
“I’m A-A-A-Alexander,” I shake his hand and brush past his huge stomach. Don’t slap it I say to myself quietly. He brings up a hand to wipe his forehead and the apron slides up. His belly is in my face quivering.
“Sure is hot, but of course hot weather makes me HONGRY. Y’know?” his belly blocks his view of my face so I sit up straighter.
“Yeah, doesn’t it make everyone hungry?” I laugh at my attempt to be black as he grabs a thigh the size of my head and starts chowing down like a mad dog who hasn’t eaten in days. Within seconds its reduced to bones. He let’s loose a belch so loud and long you could hear it in China. He puts a hand on his belly before sitting next to me.
PSHOO! His button goes flying off into the distance. “Oh dammit,” he smiles. “Sometimes this darn gut gets in the way, that’s why I don’t wear shirts all the time.” He pulled back his arms and yawned forcing his gut out a good 5 inches. It shakes as the black giant tries to stand. “Too restricting. I gotta let the gut breath, y’know?” he pats my stomach.
“Yeah,” I stand up feeling better. My belly is sticking out of my shirt even more and my pants, don’t get me started. “Well, I’ll be seeing you, John.” Truthfully I didn’t wanna go because I wanted to. I went because my undies were soaked in cream.
Well?
tell me what u think
Hot summer day. The worst kind of hot summer day too. It’s too hot to go to the beach, too hot to move, too hot for anything. I’m the 21 year old living on his own in a stinky sweaty apartment with no AC I may add and nothing at all to do. I’m about 5 foot 4 with sandy blond hair with frosted tips. I have big brown eyes and tanned skin with big hands and the biggest feet you could imagine. I don’t have the best body, in fact I have a good sized beer gut that is slowly ballooning and trying to escape my shirt. It’s a good silky yellowish tan like the rest of my body with a small of amount of blond hair on the navel. I grab an old muscle shirt I used to wear and can barely fit it over my trembling belly. In the end I look 7 months pregnant but don’t care. I grab a pair of shorts that barely fit. They’re so tight I have to undo the buttons and walk around with a big belly hanging out and unbuttoned pants like I just ate a whole cow. No, TWO whole cows. I grab a towel and my keys and head out to the car. There has to be somewhere I can go to get away from the heat.
I’m driving when I smell the sweetest smell a fat guy can smell. Food. Glorious food. All kinds, mashed potatoes, chicken, corn, lots of gravy mhmm. I try to find the glorious smell. It’s coming from a small house on the end of the block. I’m driving purely on instinct and stop in the driveway where I hear a loud humming. I notice a picnic table decked with the most food ive ever seen. Mountains of mashed potatos, a temple made of chicken and theres a fountain of gravy just marinating over it all. I can’t help myself. I grab a leg…..and a thigh…and two wings. Oh what the hell? I’m just standing there chowing down, gravy is dribbling down my mouth and onto my bulging stomach just before it hits the ground. I look at the damage. Four legs, two thighs and a handful of wings. My belly is actually hurting from the binge. I need to sit down, just for a second. I manage to sit on the bench rubbing my aching stomach when above me stands the biggest wad of man meat ive ever seen.
He’s about six foot , maybe taller. His skin is a dark brown, he has tiny squinted eyes and two big fat arms resting on a belly so big it left me speechless for about a good 30 seconds. He has an apron draped over the marionette he’s hangin in front of me. He’s wearing a pair of tight Bermuda shorts with the first button undone. I realize his shirt is nonexistent. He’s shirtless, his bellybutton is stretched into a small slot like motion. “What’re you doin boy?”
I let loose a thundering belch that sums up what happened. He puts on a big dopey grin. “AAw shoot, I never get any visitors, I’m glad ya enjoy it.” He thrusts a huge meaty hand in my face. “I’m John.”
“I’m A-A-A-Alexander,” I shake his hand and brush past his huge stomach. Don’t slap it I say to myself quietly. He brings up a hand to wipe his forehead and the apron slides up. His belly is in my face quivering.
“Sure is hot, but of course hot weather makes me HONGRY. Y’know?” his belly blocks his view of my face so I sit up straighter.
“Yeah, doesn’t it make everyone hungry?” I laugh at my attempt to be black as he grabs a thigh the size of my head and starts chowing down like a mad dog who hasn’t eaten in days. Within seconds its reduced to bones. He let’s loose a belch so loud and long you could hear it in China. He puts a hand on his belly before sitting next to me.
PSHOO! His button goes flying off into the distance. “Oh dammit,” he smiles. “Sometimes this darn gut gets in the way, that’s why I don’t wear shirts all the time.” He pulled back his arms and yawned forcing his gut out a good 5 inches. It shakes as the black giant tries to stand. “Too restricting. I gotta let the gut breath, y’know?” he pats my stomach.
“Yeah,” I stand up feeling better. My belly is sticking out of my shirt even more and my pants, don’t get me started. “Well, I’ll be seeing you, John.” Truthfully I didn’t wanna go because I wanted to. I went because my undies were soaked in cream.
Well?
tell me what u think