Preamble

 

Alonzo was 24 years old when it happened. His family, neighbours, old school friends and teachers all reacted in shock when they heard about it. When they saw it. When they saw HIM on the evening news. How could this have happened? Ok, Alonzo had never been the nicest boy in the world. Yes, he was a little selfish, even greedy and lazy. But to think that he was capable of this? This was hard to accept. Unbelievable even. How had they not seen it coming? Had they all hidden the obvious truth from themselves? Turned away from the uncomfortable scenes that were always playing out in plain sight. Had their silence been accomplice to his heinous crimes? Would they always have to feel guilty because of their own in-action in the face of such wanton depravity? What had happened that summer was shocking. No one could quite comprehend how it had been allowed to happen. How it had ever come to this.

 

Alonzo was born in the late 90's, a time of economic prosperity and few worries. The cold war was over. Reunification had been a success (well as much of one as it was possible to be) and the horrors and wars in the aftermath of 9/11 were still a few years away. The global economic collapse was still a decade into the future, and Corona was just a Mexican beer that people drank on holiday. As such Alonzo’s parents were comfortable with their life in Mannheim, in a medium sized house, in a medium sized town in South West Germany. Everything in their life was just fine, and medium sized.

 

Their middle child, and only son, Alonzo was preceded and followed by his older and younger sisters, Lotte and Inge. The first born being three years older than him, and the third child one year younger. Now in most families it is often the youngest child who is spoiled by doting parents or grandparents. But in Alonzo’s family this was most definitely not the case.

 

To be fair to Alonzo’s parents they hadn’t set out to spoil him. It’s just that he was so demanding as a youngster that they couldn’t help but give into his temper tantrums and fits of rage. Letting him have exactly what he wanted was the only way to calm him as a baby and a toddler.

 

 “It’s just a phase” his mother used to say to her husband. “It’s only puppy fat. He’ll grow out of it.”  

 

Well Alonzo grew but he never grew out of ‘it’. By the time his parents had realised their mistake in giving into his every whim it was already too late. His personality was set. He was selfish, demanding, spoiled, and most of all overfed.

 

 It is often said that you don’t miss what you’ve never had. Well, Alonzo was always given everything he ever wanted and from a very young age. So he missed nothing. As he grew he kept expecting to get everything he wanted. Why wouldn’t he? It was just the natural course of things.

 

If he was denied even the smallest item, such as a second helping of chips with his school dinner, or a medium coke instead of a large one at McDonalds, he would fly into such a violent rage that no one could control him. He wouldn’t calm down until he felt that he had been given everything that he deserved. And he felt like he deserved everything.

 

 This caused his ever suffering parents great anguish as they would inevitably end up buying him an extra-large coke on top of the medium coke he had already had! This also bred resentment amongst his sisters, who as youngsters took great umbrage against the unfairness of it all. They never got two cokes! 

 

“Well, you never asked for two cokes” the Dad would say to try and appease them. “That’s not the point!” the elder girl Lotte would shout.

 

 And as she became older her anger would not just be based on the perceived (and very real) inequality of the situation. But also the outright disgust that she came to feel towards her corpulent, spoilt, “little” brother.

 

 “What the fuck!, why does that fat little shithead get more than me!? Just fucking say no for once!” 

 

The younger girl, Inge, would invariably side with the older one. So it was always the two sisters against the one brother, and due to this Alonzo grew in time to hate his cunting sisters, even more than they disliked him.

 

 

Chapter One: The Role Model

 

Alonzo first realised that he had a thing about big bellies and being fat in 2005. To be precise it was on his eighth birthday. He was already a chubby boy when he was taken to the cinema for the first time with his parents and his older sister, Lotte. She had even gotten the hump with him before the film had started. Their parents had clearly stated that they were not going to buy anything from the confectionary stand at the cinema. It was simply too expensive.

 

 Instead they took a bag of sweets each from home which they planned to sneak into the cinema. The young Alonzo had previously agreed to this. He liked the thought of being naughty and secretly hiding sweets from adults. He was good at that.

 

However, you have to realise that Alonzo had never seen a cinema concession stand before. As he walked up to it his eyes lit up bright and wide. He felt his tummy rumble and smiled a broad wide smile as his young brain flooded his tubby body with an uncontrollable amount of dopamine as he struggled to take in the sheer number of tasty delights on offer.

 

“I want pick n mix sweets Daddy!” “I want a milkshake Mummy” “What’s popcorn? Can I try some?” “I want an XL Cherry Coke please?” “Can I have nachos? With cheese?” What about chocolate?”

 

The boy’s nagging was so insistent and forceful that his parents gave in to his every demand, as per usual. He tried to carry as many of the fattening sugary treats as he could, but his pudgy little arms just couldn’t manage it. So his Dad took the drinks while the teenage sales assistant helpfully carried the nachos, popcorn and chocolate for them.

 

Lotte complained bitterly. “How come he gets all that and I never get anything? Mummy, it's so unfair!” she whinged as she stamped her foot on the ground.

 

“Because it’s not your birthday dear” replied the mother, feeling more than a little guilty. Lotte just pouted as more resentment towards her brother built up inside her.

 

Inge asked if she could have Alonzo’s sweets that he’d brought from home as he now had so much other stuff. The chubby young boy gave her a murderous stare as if he wanted to kill her right then and there. There was only ever going to be one answer to that question.

 

The film they had gone to see was the Tim Burton remake of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Young Alonzo had no idea what the film was about. He was a couple of years too young to be able to read the book and a couple of decades too young to have seen the classic 1970’s version with Gene Wilder. But he knew that he liked the sound of the title.

 

Alonzo was happily munching through his mountains of snacks and gurgling down his coke for the first part of the film. In fact he was more interested in his food than he was in this story about some stupid skinny poor kid.

 

But then Augustus Gloop entered the film. Alonzo stared at the screen, awestruck. Here was this super fat kid from Southern Germany with a Mom who gave him everything he ever asked for. “He’s just like me!” Alonzo said out loud, but nobody heard him as he had a mouth full of Haribo.

 

 Alonzo couldn’t take his eyes off of Augustus. He studied him intently, his eyes going up and down the fat young actor's body, taking in every bulge and curve as he felt his own belly fill up, fuller and fuller, with his birthday selection of treats.

 

Alonzo immediately imagined himself being inside the film, inside the chocolate factory. When the group first entered the factory, coming upon the room where everything was made of sweets and chocolate, Alonzo almost exploded with glee. He imagined that he was Augustus. He imagined eating all of it.

 

This is just like Hansel and Gretel only a million times better!!  He thought to himself. He watched so carefully, eyes wide open, staring at the screen as Augustus started drinking from the chocolate river. As the oversized German boy was sucked up the pipe and out of the film, Alonzo let out a deep sigh of disappointment.

 

The rest of the film was still alright though, and he had liked the bit about the girl who turned into a giant blueberry. When his Dad asked him afterwards what his favourite part of the film was, Alonzo didn’t hesitate to say, 

 

“Augustus Gloop! I loved it when he was in that magic room where everything was made of candy!”

 

His Mum and Dad laughed, typical, they both thought to themselves at the same time. But Lotte was scowling at him,

 

“Why do you think horrible things happen to the horrible children in the film? Why does fatty Augustus get sucked up a pipe?

 

Alonzo didn’t hesitate to answer, he had already thought about what Augustus had done wrong;

 

“He doesn’t drink enough of the chocolate river quickly enough,”  he said. “If I was Augustus, I’d have gulped down so much of the tasty runny chocolate that it wouldn’t have been possible to get sucked up the silly pipe!”

 

Alonzo smiled, proud of his answer. His older sister just looked at him with even greater disgust as the happy birthday boy heaved his heavy torso up into the back of the car.

 

Young Alonzo had discovered his first role model. A bigger boy to look up to. Someone to emulate.

 

 

Chapter Two: The Currywurst Incident

 

In school Alonzo was not the most popular kid, but he did have some friends. The worst of his greed and selfishness played out at home. In school the chubby young boy had to fit in with the others. He had to attend maths and English classes, the same as everyone else. Yes, he was always the first in line in the dinner queue. Yes, he always asked the dinner lady for one extra potato/sausage - which he normally got. And yes, he was always first up begging for seconds or even thirds. But, he was not the only kid in the school to behave like this at lunch times. And for some reason he didn’t mind the teasing from the other boys about his eating habits. Or his soft, round gut that stuck out over the top of his trousers.

 

The only time that he would really annoy his young friends was in sports class. Now, Alonzo was obviously not the sporting type. He would make up all sorts of excuses, and come in with all sorts of notes for the P.E. teacher to explain away why he couldn’t partake in badminton, tennis, football, or any of the other games that the majority of children liked to play.

 

In fact it’s probably correct to say that between the ages of about 11 and 13 Alonzo took no part in sports classes at all. He would just sit on the bench at the side of the gym hall with his potbelly resting in his lap, his two year old gym top far too small for him. It clung tightly around his soft chest and rode up on the top of his plump stomach, his soft muffin top rolling out under the sides. His gym shorts were always stretched skin tight around his bulking thighs. For some reason he had never bothered to get new gym clothes that fit. Perhaps it was because he knew deep down that he was never going to take part in any sporting activity ever again. He would just sit there every gym lesson watching intently while the other boys ran around, sweating and shouting until the back of their shorts became wet and clung to their backsides. Whilst engaging in this subconscious voyeurism he would sneakily munch on candy and chocolate bars that he had smuggled into his gym bag that morning.

 

As an older teenager he seemed to take joy in growing out of his new school uniform. Shirts that fit perfectly in September were bursting open and losing buttons by mid-November. Especially the lower buttons on his shirt which were popped off by his straining stomach after a particularly heavy lunch one day.

 

For the rest of the year he went to school every day with his soft belly sticking out the bottom of his shirt, his deep navel surrounded by layers of fat, clearly on display for everyone to see. The greedy teeanger was starting to wear his fat with pride. He could always have asked his parents to buy him some new bigger shirts. They absolutely would have done it. Though for some reason unknown to him at the time he didn't bother asking for new clothes. He thought the ones he had fitted just fine. 

 

One time when he was 17, on a cold January day, he ripped his school trousers open at the back whilst bending over to pick up a chip from the ground that had dropped from his little wooden takeaway fork.

 

This was outside the local pizzeria/kebab house that you find in every German town. Alonzo and his friends were now old enough to leave the school premises and buy their own lunch. Alonzo’s favourite was Currywurst and chips - big fat frankfurter sausages smothered in mountains of curry sauce with masses of chips on the side.

 

Tariq the young son of the Turkish owner knew Alonzo by name as he was just about their best customer. The good looking young Turk always made sure to give Alonzo extra sides and bonus large portions in order to keep the gluttonous teenager coming back to the restaurant everyday.

 

Tariq would make comments about Alonzo’s size and smile at him through his deep brown eyes, teasing him about his weight while enabling him to keep gaining fat at an exponential rate. Alonzo was blissfully unaware of any ulterior motives, he just thought that Tariq liked him.

 

So the chip fell on the floor, and in his haste not to waste a single gram of food, Alonzo bent down to pick it up. His wide chunky buttocks were already pushing out against the tight cloth of his tailored school trousers. The same ones he had struggled to button up that morning as he’d sucked in his huge bulging stomach. The same trousers that he was wearing with no underwear underneath, having given up on wearing boxer shorts just before Christmas. All his underwear was at least two sizes too small for him nowadays, and regardless going commando gave him a funny tingly feeling that he liked.

 

He liked that he was naked under those tight trousers. He liked the thought of his soft fat flesh being more open and accessible. He liked this even though his school trousers had been digging uncomfortably into his midriff all morning while he sat through two and a half hours of tedious biology lessons about the digestive system and the need to eat a balanced diet.

 

So as he bent over he heard a ripping noise as his tight trousers split across the seam that ran perfectly up between his two plump heavy round swollen buttcheeks. He went red in the face as his friends pointed and laughed at his fat bare ass sticking out in the middle of the busy street.

 

Tariq came running out of the restaurant to see what all the commotion was about. Upon seeing Alonzo’s fat naked flabby ass he stopped and smiled. Alonnzo looked up at him and met his beautiful deep brown eyes with his own blue eyes and smiled back. It was at that very moment when the two young boys looked into each other's souls that Alonzo realised that his swollen fat ass wasn’t the only thing that had caused his trousers to burst open. He was carrying the biggest boner in the front of his broken trousers. It was as clear as day for all to see. His solid young dick sticking proudly up, poking him in the underside of his heavy bloated gut.

 

Alonnzo laughed, Tariq laughed. The momentary shame that Alonzo had felt washed quickly away and was replaced with a real sense of pride. He was a greedy, lazy, sexy, fat fuck and he loved it!

 

His friends stared with amazement, completely nonplussed at the sight of their fat friend now semi-naked in the street, his arsehole and hard cock proudly on display for everyone to see. Alonzo’s belly was heaving up and down as he struggled to calm his laughter. As he regained his composure he sat his heavy bulk down on a bench by one of the tables outside the fast food place. The bench creaked under the weight of his fat naked ass. He then continued to eat his lunch with even more vigour - as if nothing strange had happened. 

 

As he bit greedily into a sausage Tariq pointed over the road and said  “Who are those two girls?” 

 

It was Alonzo’s sisters. They had seen the whole debacle and were standing with gaping mouths wide open staring at their fat embarrassing brother. Their faces pale and eyes aghast at the horrifying scene that they had just witnessed.

 

As Alonzo took them under his gaze he smiled broadly and felt his hard cock and arsehole twitch. Fuck those evil cunts he thought to himself as he finished off the last calorific curry smothered sausage and wiped the sugary sauce off his plump greedy lips. Only Tariq noticed the brief look of sheer joy and ecstasy on Alonzo’s sweet, fat, round face.

Chapter Three: Moving Out and Growing Out

 

The events outside the fast food restaurant should have been the first real warning signs about the dark direction that Alonzo was going in. But the thing with embarrassing situations is that most people don’t want to talk about them. So they get brushed under the carpet. Lotte and Inge in particular had been deeply shocked and scared by their brothers' brazen behaviour, and with no way to confront him directly about it, they took instead to just bitching and complaining at him even more than they had before. Especially where food was involved. And with Alonzo there was always food involved.

 

The boy's appetite continued to grow and grow. Due to the currywurst incident Alonnzo had now linked his gluttony to his emerging sexuality. His constant craving for food as a child now made sense to him as he revelled in his greed. By the time he finished high school, seventeen months after the currywurst incident, his weight had ballooned up to 330 lbs and most of the excess fat had found its way to his stomach. He was by far the fattest boy in the school. And to make matters worse he hadn’t grown an inch taller since he was 17. Lorenzo wasn’t short, but at under six foot he just looked like an over pumped beach ball. More belly than boy.

 

The teasing at school became worse. The majority of people would consider the treatment that Alonzo received from his school friends to be a clear example of bullying. But it can’t really be considered bullying if the person receiving the constant insults enjoys and actively encourages it.

 

It is worth noting, though, that Alonzo only seemed to enjoy being teased about his weight and eating habits when it was other boys who were doing the teasing. If any girl, and in particular either of his two sisters, said anything about his size he would fly into an almighty rage and wouldn’t calm down until he had scoffed another fatty treat in order to regain his self-control.

 

 In his last year at school Alonzo very rarely heard his own name. Instead he was just “fat fuck,” “huge belly boy,” “the gluttonous pig,” “the burger king,” “Fatty McFatFuck,” “Jabba the Fat Fuck,” or any other of a thousand cruel and stupid names that teenagers can think up to tease someone about their weight.

 

Rather than encouraging Alonzo to do something about his obesity his friends were actually encouraging him to eat even more. For example at a BBQ around a friends house one of the other boys said to him,

 

“I bet you eat all the fucking burgers to yourself you fat slob.”

 

Alonzo took this as a challenge and replied, “Yeah, I bet I can!”

 

Odds were decided and wagers were taken. There were 24 beef burgers in the packet. The BBQ was only big enough to cook eight at a time. So Alonzo would eat them eight at a time. Four burger patties piled into each burger bun with double layers of cheese in between each burger.

 

It goes without saying that Alonzo won the burger challenge. As he swallowed the last tasty morsel he sat down onto a wooden garden chair, its legs immediately snapped beneath him and his huge fat ass landed on the ground with a heavy thump! Everyone laughed but Alonzo just smiled and said,

 

“Fuck me those burgers were tasty. Have we got anymore?”

 

“You’d like to be fed more, wouldn’t you?” snapped one of the boys.

 

“Why don’t you get your boyfriend Tariq to feed you? The perverted Turk would love that!”

 

Alonzo was stunned into silence. Was Tariq his boyfriend? Did Tariq like how fat he was as much as he did? The idea of other people being into his size as much as he was had never really occurred to him before. Yet, here was another friend who had noticed, who had sensed what was really going on. He looked down at his massive belly that was holding up his swollen fatty chest and thought, There is only one thing to do, I have to go and speak to Tariq.

 

Fortunately for Alonzo he didn’t need an excuse to go and see Tariq at the restaurant. Making appearances there by himself was almost a daily habit. Most often he would go to get food directly after eating his home cooked meal in the evenings. It wasn’t that his Mum cooked small portions, in fact she enabled his obesity as much as anyone else. It was just now that Alonzo was 19 his appetite had grown to such an extent that even the three courses, with second and third helpings of dessert that his mother prepared daily for him, weren’t enough anymore. And his parents just couldn’t imagine how anyone could need that much food. Plus, of course, his cunting sisters were normally there with their annoying fucking cunt faces, disparaging looks, and stupid cunting comments.

 

When Alonzo arrived at the restaurant he ordered an XXL family-sized double pepperoni pizza. He was almost tempted to have more burgers as he’d got the taste for them now, but changed his mind at the last minute as he remembered that it’s healthier to eat a more varied diet.

 

As it wasn’t busy in the restaurant Tariq came and sat with him while he ate;

 

“Hey Big Boy, I’ve got some exciting news. My Dad has said that I should get my own place now that I’m 21. He’s lent me the deposit for an apartment. If I can get a friend to live there with me then I can actually afford something half decent. What do you think?”

 

“Sounds good. I hope you find someone soon.” Alonzo replied through a mouth full of pizza.

 

Tariq shifted uncomfortably and lowered his gaze down from Alonzo’s face. This however, only caused him to look at his young friend's enormous gut, the top half of which was resting on the table, the bottom half squashed uncomfortably underneath. This didn’t seem to bother Alonzo though. Tariq wondered if one day his fat friend might actually get stuck in the restaurant booth. This thought made him smile as he said,

 

“I kinda have someone in mind.”

 

“Oh who?” asked Alonzo. Tariq looked him in the eye and smiled.

 

“Well you of course!” 

 

“Oh” said Alonzo, a feeling of joy travelling up through his fat rolls. “Will you bring me Leftovers home from work?”

 

“Every day!”

 

Tariq and Alonzo smiled at each other and looked deep into each other's eyes. An unspoken agreement had just been made between them and both of them instinctively knew it. There was hence no reason any longer for Alonzo to have to ask the embarrassing question. Instead Tariq said,

 

“Even though you’re my best friend you will still have to pay the rent on time.”

 

“No worries,” replied Alonzo. “I’ll just get my parents to pay it for me. The stupid fuckers pay for everything else.”

 

This statement made Tariq go weak at the knees. It was a good job he was already sitting down. What was it about this fat, greedy, obnoxious lump of lard that he found so appealing? What was it about his complete and utter selfishness and total disregard for the welfare of others that turned him on? I love this boy, and I’m gonna make him so ridiculously fat, Tariq thought to himself as he felt a twinge in the front of his trousers.

 

At the same time Alonzo became aware that Tariq’s foot had been rubbing up and down the inside of the bottom half of his fat left leg while they had been talking. It felt nice though so he decided not to say anything about it. He stuffed the last slice of pizza into his mouth and groaned with pleasure as he farted and burped simultaneously. Both boys laughed loudly and carelessly.

Chapter Four: Three Months of Greed

 

Alonzo’s parents had been concerned that he didn’t yet have the maturity for living away from home and worried about how he could possibly look after himself. His sisters on the other hand were overjoyed to see the back of their obnoxiously obese brother as he waddled out of the door.

 

“I hope he eats himself to death” commented Inge as Alonzo squeezed his huge ass into the passenger seat of Tariq’s car and closed the door.

 

“I just hope we never see him again,” retorted Lotte.

 

Alonzo was equally joyed to be leaving his skinny cunting sisters behind. They had been the bane of his life. Complaining about everything he ever did. The fucking cunts hated him so much that they would purposefully complain when he ate all of the ice cream despite the fact that they never even wanted any!  Bye bye evil bitches, and good riddance! he thought as the car pulled away leaning heavily to one side.

 

Alonzo was also a bit concerned, especially in the first few days living with Tariq, as to how he would manage without his Mum’s home cooking. After all, the food provided to him by his parents accounted for about 30-40% of his daily intake! Without it he might well starve to death! Yes, of course he could always go home to his parents for food, but that would mean having to see the twiglet cunt bitches from hell, and he’d rather waste away like one of those poor Ethiopian cunts than have to see that pair of disgusting twats. 

 

He needn't have worried though as Tariq turned out to be the perfect flatmate who would spend his days working in the restaurant coming back every evening with bags full of succulent fast food. Pizzas, burgers, kebabs, fried fish, and of course huge amounts of currywurst. He would rarely eat any of it himself though, always claiming that he had eaten earlier at work. Because Alonzo liked Tariq he always offered him a bit of the feast, but he always sounded very half-hearted when he offered, and unbeknown to him his eyes were saying the exact opposite as he gave Tariq a look that meant I’ll fucking kill you where you stand if you dare eat any of MY food. Tariq loved that look. It was like a window into his greedy friends dark soul, and that soul was shouting Fucking feed me! Give me everything! Only I matter in this world, I deserve it ALL!

 

Despite the very filling evenings, Alonzo had started to get hungry and bored during the days when Tariq was at work. Obviously he didn’t have a job so he just sat around watching films and playing computer games in his ill-fitting pyjamas. He wore these everyday now due to the elasticated waist. Not that Alonzo knew it, as he hadn’t been outside for quite a while, but none of his other clothes would’ve fit him now anyway. He had well outgrown them all after just a couple of weeks living with Tariq.

 

Alonzo’s days at home alone became long and boring. Some days he couldn’t even bring himself to get out of bed. And he was hungry. The evening feasts were fantastic. He would spend at least five hours between Tariq coming home and him falling into an inevitable food coma after filling his fat face, but Tariq’s job meant that he was alone for at least eight hours a day with no food source. Before long he found himself waking up hungry despite the previous night's extravagances.

 

Never one to be shy, Alonzo brought this problem up directly with Tariq who couldn’t apologise enough;

 

“I’m so sorry” the good looking Turk said. “I never thought, you must have been starving all this time! Don’t worry I’ll fix it. I know what we can do.”

 

Like most fast food restaurants nowadays Tariq’s Dad had signed his business up with one of these delivery apps. All Tariq had to do was place an order on his own phone and the delivery driver would be straight over within 15 minutes to fetch Alonzo’s food. This soon fell into a routine. 

 

The first order was at 10am when the restaurant opened. This was ok with Alonzo as he always slept in until at least this time anyway. So in actuality he was getting his breakfast brought to him in bed everyday. This suited him perfectly.

 

His breakfast consisted of 100 chicken wings, 6 large portions of fries, and 2 litres of Coca Cola. Lorenzo would gobble this all down lightning fast, using the bed quilt to wipe the spicy sauce stains from the sides of his greedy mouth. As he ate he liked to think about the fifty (50!) chickens that had been slaughtered in order for him to have his breakfast.

 

This thought made his cock hard. He could feel it stiffen as he munched on their burnt flesh. Ripping the meat from their tiny pathetic bones with his incisors, washing the dead flesh down with huge gulps of Coke and overly loud belches! BUURRRPP! 

 

Alonzo would rub his humongous belly and with effort could just about still reach his cock which he would pull on vigorously whilst imagining hundreds of chickens in the slaughterhouse, scared shitless, running around headless, screeching, as they saw each other butchered. Their blood gushing down the floor.

 

 Hundreds of stupid fucking birds dying violently in pain while he was engorging himself on their carcases! Lorenzo would cum up the underside of his bloated beach ball belly, crying out in ecstasy as the fifty dead birds made their way from his stomach into his small intestine, where his body naturally turned their chewed up corpses into more lush fat.

 

Often Alonzo would then fall back asleep. Unable to clean the cum off his massive belly as masturbating had taken all his available energy. He would wake again by the doorbell as lunch was delivered.

 

Tariq would in fact send food packages to Alonzo every two hours on average until he returned home himself with armfuls of greasy fast food. An average home alone day of consumption would generally include the following:

 

• 100 chicken wings with spicy sauce, 6 large fries, and 2 litres of coke.
• 4 double quarter pounder cheese burgers, 4 large fries, 2 portions of onion rings, and 2 litres of lemonade.
• XL mixed kebab meat with chips, 5 large currywurst, and 2 litres of coke.
• XL family meat feast or pepperoni pizza, 4 extra portions of garlic bread.
• 5 large currywurst, traditional ‘English’ fish n chips, 50 chicken wings, and 2 litres of Fanta.

 

Alonzo would consume all of this with such joy and enthusiasm that when Tariq finally came home, at about 7pm, he would already be bloated like a blimp and smiling from ear to ear. Tariq loved to see the happy smile on the fat boy's face. In particular he loved how his eyes would bulge open with such delightful greed when he produced even more fat-ridden fast food, that he would personally feed Alonzo all evening long.

 

Unbeknown to Alonzo, Tariq had even started collecting all the waste food from the restaurant and was secretly storing it in a large vat out the back of the kitchens, but that wasn’t ready yet.

 

After about three months Alonzo had grown to an almost monstrous size. He wasn’t bed ridden, yet. After all, he was young and boisterous. But he never left the flat. All he did was eat, drink, sleep, repeat. His belly growing bigger and rounder with every cycle.

 

His parents, though, had started to worry. They hadn’t seen their son in almost a quarter of a year. Was he alright? Was he getting along with Tariq? Was he getting enough to eat? Concerned about his well-being his Mum decided to secretly send him a weekly food parcel. She didn’t dare tell her husband about this. She would fill it with all his favourite snacks and confectionery. So blinded by years of overfeeding the boy and giving into his every demand, she even included 4 litres of neapolitan ice cream, on the basis that it was his favourite. Unsurprisingly, by the time Alonzo received his bounty, the ice cream was just a brown melted mess. But Alonzo didn’t care. He would drink the sweet cold mush directly from the tub, barely stopping for breath as he glugged it down into his ever straining stomach.

 

Alonzo kept the food parcels hidden from Tariq in case his kind, handsome, dark skinned friend started bringing him less food because of them. This was not anything that he ever should have worried himself about.

Chapter Five: Fat Love

 

All the time that Alonzo had lived with Tariq neither of them had ever used the word gay, despite the fact that they obviously had deep feelings for each other. Tariq had always been in love with Alonzo from the moment the bloated school boy had first waddled into his Dad’s restaurant with his friends. His fine sexy gut bulging out from under his school shirt.

 

It was not quite as clear if Alonzo loved Tariq in the same way though. He was, after all, an extremely selfish person who only ever thought about what he wanted and how he could get it. He did, however, love the way that Tariq treated him. He loved the belly rubs, the gentle teasing about his weight and size, the feedings. And of course all the delicious fatty fast food that was constantly being delivered to him.

 

The first night living together Tariq had just patted Alonzo’s belly in a friendly jovial way, but as the days and weeks passed the touching became more sensual. It lasted for longer, and Tariq’s hands were slowly making their way south. Consumed with his own gluttony Alonzo had started to like this more and more. So when the fingers gently stroking his swollen underbelly changed into lips it felt perfectly natural to him.

 

Within a few months of moving in together this boyish horseplay had turned into full on sex. Tariq loved to start by sucking on the young giant’s swollen tits, whilst Alonzo kept eating. He would suck hard on his nipples as if trying to drink chocolate milk from them. At the same time he would rub a hand over the top of Alonzo’s heaving belly. The top of which was so beautifully round and swollen. Tariq loved the feel of the young skin pulled tight over the ever outwardly growing fat beneath.

 

The top left of the beach ball would feel hard. This was Alonzo’s stomach packed tight with all the food that Tariq brought him. Tariq would move his hand slowly over the rest of the huge ball of fat, massaging the lower half of the belly in an attempt to help Alonzo’s system digest the food a little quicker. Hence, creating space for even more calorific treats. This thought would make Tariq’s cock swell with blood and pride as he would massage and kiss the stretch marks that ran up and across Alonzo’s underbelly before moving down to suck greedily on his fat boy's cock.

Tariq loved to take Alonzo’s dick deep in his mouth. Pushing his face deep down into the lush fat. The weight of Alonzo’s mighty belly and lush swollen chest forced itself down upon Tariq’s head. He loved to feel all that weight pushing him further down, his neck muscles aching as if they were about to break under the full force of the fat. The first time Alonzo came in his mouth it was with such force and vigour that Tariq coughed and choked. It felt like a full pint of cum had been sprayed into the back of his throat. Eyes watering, his face reappeared from under the vast mountain of belly fat, he stared lovingly into Alonzo’s eyes, noted the huge smile on his face, his puffed out cheeks wobbling. The fat sexy fuck was still eating! He had never stopped, even at the moment of ejaculation. Tariq spat the cum out all over Alonzo’s belly and tits. Alonzo let out a muffled laugh, his mouth full of chocolate brownie. He stuck out a fat stubby finger, collected some cum off his belly and licked it clean. Greedily swallowing his own jizz. Tariq was more than in love. He licked the rest of the cum up off Alonzo’s soft soft torso and transferred it into his mouth via a long tender kiss. Alonzo gulped the cum down into his gut and smiled.

 

“Waste not, want not” he said.

 

Scenes like this would play out almost every night in their apartment. Sometimes it was blowjobs and cum play. Other days it would be belly fucking, as Alonzo’s belly button grew deep enough to swallow Tariq’s cock completely within it. Tariq also liked to fuck Alonzo in the face: he would sit atop of Alonzo’s huge belly, wrap his legs over Lorenzo’s wide shoulders and gyrate himself backwards and forwards, thrusting his rock hard cock into Alonzo’s fat greedy mouth, all the time telling him what a greedy gluttonous vile piece of shit he was. Alonzo took at least as much pleasure from these insults as he did the actual sex.  He wanted to be the fattest, sickest, vialist boy in history and no fucker was going to stop him.

 

The only thing that the boys hadn’t done sexually was anal and not because they didn’t want to. It was because Tariq kept saying that Alonzo wasn’t fat enough yet. So he kept holding back. Constantly prick-teasing the fat greedy whale of a boy by telling him how much he wanted to feel the full weight of his massive ass on his cock. But, it just wasn’t massive enough. Alonzo took this insult to heart and would immediately start devouring whatever food was within reach (there was always a lot of food within reach) in a ravenous attempt to consume as much as possible as quickly as possible. This turned both boys on even more.

 

The more turned on the boys got the more Alonzo would manage to consume. 100 chicken wings for breakfast turned into 100 chicken wings and two whole roast chickens. To help him devour and swallow so much meat, Tariq had come up with the idea of keeping a bucket full of mayonnaise next to the bed. Alonzo would then reach down and dip the whole chicken into the mayo. This made it much more moist and easier to swallow. Not to mention of course the extra ‘free’ calories from the full fat mayonnaise.

 

On Alonzo’s birthday Tariq brought home a whole hog roast as a special treat for the sexy ballooning glutton. This was wheeled into the bedroom and placed by Alonzo’s side of the bed. The bucket of mayonnaise was between Alonzo’s legs and he was given a huge sharp butcher's knife with which he cut huge chunks of meat off from the spinning pig carcass. Alonzo’s mouth filled with drool from excitement in between every huge bite. Fat dripped off the pigs rotating corpse onto a drip tray below. Every so often Tariq would pick this up and pour the warm slimy liquid fat into Alonzo’s mouth. He would then give him a little kiss on the cheek and whisper “Good job fat boy” softly into his ear. Alonzo’s cock twitched every time he heard this.

The thought of actually devouring an entire pig turned Alonzo on more than ever before and he took such great fucking pleasure from chewing and swallowing each huge wedge of mayonnaise covered meat. It was so succulent and made the inside of his belly feel warm and cosy. Alonzo couldn’t have stopped eating now even if he had tried.

 

Even Tariq was shocked when his bloated young lover insisted on eating every last edible part of the pig. The eye balls were gouged out with a fork and dipped in the bucket of mayo, along with the ears, brain, heart and other internal organs. Alonzo gulped them all down with equal greed. He slobbered and drooled as he used the butcher's knife to cut thick gammon steaks out of the pigs succulent fat rump. He did the same with the face and genital area. Tariq was appalled and thrilled in equal measures by this huge display of wanton gluttony. As the last ounce of fatty pig meat was devoured Lorenzo felt his own gigantic distended belly gurgle with delight. Tariq was gently stroking his fat lover's cock just at the moment Alonzo burped and came at the same time. He came harder than he ever had done before. It felt truly wonderful. He was the all devouring pig god and nothing could stop him.

 

After about six months together and two or three months after the hog roast Tariq finally relented and said that Alonzo could fuck him. So long as he was on the top. He still didn’t want Alonzo to top him as he “still wasn’t fat enough yet.”

 

It was a Friday night and both boys were on the couch naked. Alonzo had been eating even more than normal as Tariq wanted him to be extra full and swollen for this. By now, Tariq had found out about the food parcels and had bought a funnel with which to feed Alonzo the melted ice cream. This he said was to “top off the tank” and could only be used once Alonzo truly believed that he couldn’t eat any more.

 

After a good four hours of continuous munching on pizza, kebab, burgers, hot dogs, chocolate, candy, and finally twelve portions of extra large currywurst. Alonzo had finally consumed enough. He let out a massive sigh and let the tiny wooden fork that he was holding in his grossly fat right hand drop to the floor.

 

“Fucking hell” he said. “That feels amazing. I really think I’ve eaten more than ever before. My stomach is so fucking tight!”

 

Tariq smiled and put his hand on the top left of his belly. A spot he had felt many times before. Alozo was right, it was packed harder and tighter than ever before. Now it was time.

 

Tariq helped Alonzo lie his vast bulk down on the sofa. His gigantic belly sticking up in the air like a mountain. Alonzo couldn’t see any of the bottom half of his body. His belly rose and sank with every deep breath as he contemplated what a fat greedy fuck he’d been. His cock was naturally rock hard. He’d stopped being able to reach it himself since his birthday so was now totally reliant on Tariq to help him relieve the strain.

 

“I want you to fuck me fat boy” “I want to take your greedy selfish cock in my tight ass” “My god, you’re one gluttonous lazy cunt” “Look at all this fucking fat” “How much did you fucking eat?”

 

Tariq didn’t expect an answer to this question. He just knew exactly what to say to turn Alonzo into a fat horny beast.

 

“First though, I want you to eat my ass like a greedy fucking pig”

 

He climbed up onto Alonzo’s slowly heaving mass and turned his naked body around whilst pawing at every soft fold of fat, inhaling Alonzo’s sweaty musky stink with heavy breaths. He positioned himself so that they could ‘69’. His legs wrapped around the soft flabby sides of Alonzo’s neck. His asshole pointed naturally up into Lorenzo’s face due to the mountainous belly that he was laying on. He bent forward, his hard dick sticking into the top of Lorenzo’s belly, digging into the deep soft layers of fat. The tip of his dick could feel how hard his stomach was packed underneath.

 

The top half of Tariq’s body was heading downhill. He could just about reach the top of Alonzo’s swollen cock with his mouth. His body contorted into an ‘A’ shape over all of Alonzo’s fat swollen torso. He grabbed onto Alonzo’s huge flabby love handles. These were so big by now that Tariq found it hard to get a good grip, but he tried his best to hold on and massage Alonnzo’s massively fat sides.

 

Tariq stuck out his tongue and managed to lick the top of Alonzo’s dick. This caused the glutton to let out a small whimper of joy. As he felt his cock harden even more. Alonzo grabbed both of Tariq’s butt cheeks and pulled them up to his own soft fleshy cheeks. He buried his selfish greedy mouth, which had brought him such joy during his short unhealthy life, deep into Tariq’s arse crack. He felt the little hairs on the inside of the cheeks brush against his fat buxom lips as he stuck his greedy tongue deep into Tariq’s arsehole. The taste was filthy. It was so fucking delicous. He licked his tongue up and down the inside of his lover's arse, savouring the tasty stink. If I could do I’d swallow this he thought as he listened to Tariq moaning with joy.

 

“That’s it fat boy, eat my dirty ass! Taste my insides and make yourself hungry for more. You’re a true glutton and you fucking love it!”

 

The boys stayed wrapped in each other's smelly private parts like this for a few minutes until Tariq’s hunger for cock couldn't be satiated. Alonzo was greedily eating his ass with the same amount of force as he did his chicken breakfasts. When Tariq moved his ass, Alonzo let out a sad little sigh,

 

“Aww, I was enjoying eating you. I want more!”

 

Tariq laughed and said “You’re about to get more”

 

Tariq climbed over the mountain of fat and positioned himself so that he could sit on Alonnzo’s cock facing him. Arms wrapped around the huge beach ball belly which was now so big that Alonnzo couldn’t even see Tariq as he slipped himself onto his rock hard cock.

 

Alonzo felt the end of his dick squeeze into Tariq’s arsehole. No lubricant was required as Tariq’s hole was full of Lorenzo’s greedy saliva. If this fat cunt knew anything it was how to salivate when hungry! 

 

Tariq pushed himself up and down so that Alonzo’s long hard shaft rubbed against his entrance. Alonzo could feel the sides of Tariq’s ass but couldn’t see him due to the mountain of fat! This just made him hornier and hungrier.

 

“I’m so fucking fat!” he shouted with joy. “Feed me more, feed me more!”

 

Tariq laughed as he continued to bounce and grapple with the mega stomach.

 

“ I thought you were full?” he shouted back teasingly. “I thought you’d eaten the most you’ve ever eaten?”

 

“Fuck that!” yelled Alonzo. “I want even fucking more!”

 

“The ice cream and funnel is on the floor beside you” replied Tariq helpfully.

 

In all the fun Alonzo had forgotten about that! He reached over the side of the sofa with his vast left arm and marshmallow-like hand. He took the funnel first and placed it into his mouth. He pushed it down as far as it would go to ensure that the maximum amount of food would enter his belly as quickly as possible. Despite the fact that the melted ice cream was delicious he didn’t want to taste any of it. His belly needed more and it needed it now!

 

He put his arm back down to the floor and picked up the tub of ice cream, of which Tariq had already helpfully taken off the lid. What a thoughtful boy he was. Alonzo lifted the tub up high above his head being careful not to spill any as Tariq continued to grind on his cock. He opened his mouth and used his fat tongue to adjust the position of the funnel so that the rim sat just inside his gaping mouth. As he tilted the tub to begin pouring it in he heard Tariq shout,

 

“Do it! Take it all down in your belly! You’re the worlds greediest, fattest, fuck. Swell your belly, swell it fucking huge”

 

Tariq still couldn’t see Alonzo’s face due to the wall of fat, but he could just see the top of the container when Alonzo held it up. He heard a gulp, followed by a deep muffled sigh of pleasure. He felt Alonzo’s belly grow, his hands just about reaching round, as he leant forward to feel his already rock hard stomach filling up beyond the point of safety.

 

Alonzo’s belly kept getting bigger. It had to push outwards as there was nowhere else for all this sickly, fattening, ice cream mush to go. Tariq was literally almost jumping up and down on Alonzo’s cock now. The glutton kept swallowing and the gut kept filling and rising. Till Tariq heard the empty container fall to the floor.

 

“Fuck me!! That’s so fucking good!!!” screamed Alonzo. The cum came rushing up out of his dick at exactly the same moment the last drop of ice cream hit the lining of his stomach wall. Tariq felt the full force of the cum flying deep into his asshole. He held tightly onto two deep folds of side belly fat as he felt the rush. It seemed like if he let go then he would literally be blown off his fat lover's cock. Almost as he had tried to sit on a firehose and someone had turned it on.

 

“Fat sex is the best!!!” Tariq cried. Alonzo moaned and agreed. “Can we do that again at breakfast?” he asked playfully. Tariq smiled at him and wrapped himself around the sweet fat glutton’s enormous ball belly,

 

“I want to stay here with your belly, with you, like this forever” he said. “This is my idea of heaven” Both of the boys then fell into a long deep comfortable sleep.

Chapter Six: Warning Signs 

 

Alonzo and Tariq’s relationship carried on like this for another six months. The feedings continued, the portions kept getting bigger, and the sex kept getting better and better. Tariq still refused to fuck Alonzo in the arse though. “Do you not like my ass?” Alonzo would ask, before offering to eat more. But Tariq stuck to his guns and kept giving the same reply, “You’re not fat enough yet”.

 

As time passed both boys fell deeper into their belly obsessions. Tariq started to calculate and count calories with an exactness that could have won him a first class honours degree. He would proudly tell Alonzo at the end of each day how many calories he had consumed. It had been over 20,000 every day for a while now.

 

Alonzo though wasn’t so bothered about calorie counting. At first it had turned him on. Accurate feedback on what a fat fucking pig he was was cool but he’d stopped getting a boner about it. What he really loved was thinking about how many animals had died to feed him. How much suffering had taken place in the world just to satisfy his endless gluttonous pursuit of the peak of personal bodily pleasure. He would see pictures of starving African children on the TV receiving food parcels of grain and would always say the same thing;

 

“Fuck those little shits.They’re poor and are gonna live short shit lives anyway. Why waste all that money and effort sending them food? They should send it to me instead. You know I eat a loaf of bread a day now? Think of how much more I could consume if we stopped wasting resources on little dickheads like that. In fact they’re so small and weasley that I bet I could eat them! Save the funeral costs. Twiglety little fuckers, taking what’s rightfully mine, I could eat the lot of them!”

 

Tariq had heard this rant many times by now and at first he thought it was funny and it turned him on. But now he felt a bit uncomfortable whenever Alonzo would talk like this as it became increasingly difficult to tell if he was joking or not.

 

Alonzo thrived in his own gluttony and the persecution and suffering of others. If he had been born a prince he would be a tyrant by now. Like the Kim dynasty in North Korea, growing richer and fatter whilst the population starved. In fact this was a fantasy that he quite often indulged in as he was sucking on his funnel.

 

As sick in the mind as Alonzo was becoming, Tariq had no real right to complain. He was still taking advantage of the greedy blob of lard for his own sexual pleasure and hadn’t yet come to the best part of his plan. Tariq was no innocent either.

 

As the boys approached the twelve month anniversary of their moving in together Tariq relented into agreeing to fuck Alonzo. Everybody always relented to Alonzo’s will and Tariq was no different. He said that he would fuck Alonzo, but only if he could weigh him first. Alonzo agreed immediately. Alonzo had never been particularly bothered about his weight, he just cared about growing his belly and getting fatter. So Later that day Tariq went out and bought some bathroom scales.

 

To get an accurate measurement Tariq had insisted that Alonzo be weighed totally naked and first thing in the morning as obviously by the evening he would have lots of extra lbs of food inside him. Alonzo climbed onto the scale. The digital readout flashed orange a couple of times and then said ‘error’.

 

Haha I’m so fat I broke them, thought Alonnzo happily to himself. Tariq took a look at the instruction manual to check that they hadn’t done anything wrong. It was there that he noticed ‘maximum weight 350 lbs’. Lorenzo was actually quite surprised that he was heavier than that. The truth was that he had no real clue himself just how ridiculously fat he had become. He hadn’t left the apartment or seen anyone except Tariq to compare himself against for months. “I’ll fix it,'' Tariq said.

 

A couple of days later Tariq came home with an industrial scale that he had borrowed from a supplier to the restaurant. When Alonzo stepped on it he gasped in shock. Tariq jumped a little jump of joy. Alonzo was 660 lbs. He was only one year out of high school.

 

“Look at that, greedy guts!” proclaimed Tariq with unbridled happiness. “You’ve doubled your weight since high school! What a good piggy you are. Now you’re fat enough to fuck! I want to feel every last pound of your beautiful fat pushing down on my cock!!”

 

Alonzo’s eyes lit up with delight. He was a total fat fuck. He was bigger than he’d ever dreamed. Most men who reach this size died trapped in their own squalid filth as they are too fat to move out of bed. Alonzo was still young though. He’d only recently turned twenty. For his size he was surprisingly agile in that he could get up and down and walk around the apartment unhindered. He was also still surprisingly good looking. Tariq had always been attracted to his fat and selfish personality more than his traditional good looks. However Alonzo was a handsome kid. He had a pretty face. If people on the street were to see him now they’d say;

 

“Wow, look at the size of him. Isn’t it terrible? And what a shame! You can tell that he used to be really good looking.”

 

Tariq broke the silence that had fallen upon the bathroom. “I’ll fuck you tonight, but I have one other surprise for you that I know you’re going to like. See you when I’m back from work” Tariq winked at Alonzo and left the apartment. Alonzo’s stomach rumbled. He was hungry for food and cock.

 

As normal Alonzo spent the rest of the day filling his fat face while he waited for Tariq to return. He was enjoying stuffing himself so much that he even forgot what Tariq had said about a nice surprise.

 

When Tariq did return he did so with a huge heavy barrel that he had to get help from a friend with just to get it into the apartment. They rolled it along the hallway floor and into the bedroom. Stood it upright and placed it beside the bed in the same position the hog roast had been on his birthday. Alonzo was relaxing on the bed with twenty empty Mars bar wrappers strewn around him for company.

 

“What’s in there?” he asked with keen interest. “I’ve been saving this up for months for you” Tariq replied. The vat was full of waste material from the restaurant. Tariq had been scraping the congealed fat from the bottom of the deep fat fryers and placing it in the round barrel at the end of every shift. It was now full to bursting. Half a ton of sloppy decaying animal fat and oil. Upon hearing this Alonzo’s blue eyes did a little dance of pleasure, his dick did a very familiar little twitch as he anticipated the glorious stuffing that was about to come his way.

 

Tariq attached a hose to the top of the barrel and instructed Alonzo to suck on it. To syphon up the whole lot in one go. Only once he’d consumed all of it would he fuck Alonzo in the ass.

 

So Alonnzo sucked and the disgusting smelly old fat filled his greedy mouth. His fat cheeks puffed out like a squirrel storing too many nuts. Once his mouth was full he swallowed hard. He must have gulped down at least two pints of thick slimy fryer waste. It was now easing down his throat and into his hungry stomach. As soon as he had done this his mouth refilled with more greasy animal fat. It tasted fucking disgusting but this only turned Alonzo on more. The thought that he was such a gluttonous fat pig that he would literally eat anything, no matter what the taste or texture, so long as he could fill his ever growing stomach. Fulfil his most basic carnal need for more. MORE sustenance, MORE fat, MORE suffering MORE!!. He thought about the hundreds, no maybe thousands of dead animals whose fatty deposits he was now drinking. He thought about how they died, hopefully in pain, just so that he could do this. So he could be the fattest person ever. He even thought he could feel his arteries clogging with the delicious waste material. My god, this was the best thing ever!

 

Tariq was also enjoying himself. Watching his immensely fat lover joyously glugging down this horrendous fatty stew that he had so lovingly prepared for him over such a long time. Tariq thought that he could physically see Alonzo’s immense belly growing outwards with every glug. This was going to work. This was going to make Alonzo fatter than ever. But also importantly it was going to stuff his belly fuller than ever before. More so even than the glorious hog roast!

 

It must have taken about twenty minutes of continuous feeding for Alonzo to suck the vat dry. Once he had he let out a heavy gasp and let the hose pipe fall from his lips to the floor. His giant belly was so heavily swollen with half a ton of fat that his digestive system was screaming out through gurgles, trembles, and stabbing pains. Pains that felt so fucking good!

 

Just as Alonzo was basking in his glorious gluttonous achievement, Tariq said with a wicked smile, “Now it’s time to fuck you.”

 

Tariq wanted so much to feel the full weight of Alonzo’s belly. He clawed and pawed all over it, kissing every last inch of delectable abdominal fat. While its owner moaned and groaned, saying something about wanting the most pleasure possible.

 

When he was done with the belly Tariq told Alonzo that he wanted to access his arse. Alonzo smiled with delight. It was a real effort to get him onto his side, but they managed. A huge sploshing sound escaped from his massive gut as he slowly rolled over.

 

Tariq lay behind him looking directly at the two circular mountains of fat that were Alonzo’s arse cheeks. Considering his immense size they were both still considerably well shaped. Round and pert, and gleaming with sweat. Tariq said, “We better have a safe word. This is going to get messy.” This was considered but rejected by Alonzo who quite rightly pointed out that he may not be able to hear Tariq talking through all the fat. Instead they agreed that Tariq would tap three times on his left arse cheek if he needed to come up for air. They tested this method and Alonzo giggled as he felt the wobble of his gigantic arse cheek. There was so much fat that it tickled, causing him to momentarily forget the pain in his heavy heaving chest.

 

Tariq stuck his head deep into Alonzo’s butt crack. The smell was atrociously tasty. He felt the weight of Alonzo’s huge flabby cheeks pushing in against the side of his head. He had to lean in deep in order to get his tongue to reach the rim of Alonzo’s hole. As he licked it, Alonzo cried out with joy and rolled uncontrollable over on top of Tariq. The young turk felt every last ounce of Alonzo’s vast vast frame press down on his head - just like he’d always wanted to. Only now in reality it just caused immense pain to shoot through his neck and up into his skull.

 

Alonzo shifted his huge weight from one arse cheek to the other. As he did so he felt Tariq’s head shoot up into his hole. He screamed with pleasure. “FUCK YES!!” he cried. He felt his dick harden even more and stick up into the rolls of fat that now surrounded it. He realised that if he kept moving his ass even slightly that this caused his fat pad to massage his erect cock. He smiled and whooped for joy at his new found talent. He bashed his fat right hand hard on top of his immensely swollen belly, a real gut punch. The fat rippled down over his belly in an almost orgasmic wave of pleasure. He twisted his arse again and felt Tariq’s neck slide deeper into his hole. Tariq was now in a blind panic. His head and neck bent unnaturally up inside his selfish fat lover.

 

Under all the weight Tariq just about managed to kick and thump at the layers of fat under Alonzo’s ass and thighs. Alonzo felt him struggling and groaned with even deeper pleasure. Just before the stink and lack of air overcame him Tariq managed to scratch at Alonzo’s arse cheek three times. He managed to scratch again and again. Every time Alonzo felt this his enjoyment heightened. It wasn’t that he had planned to or even wanted to kill his lover, IT JUST FELT SO FUCKING GOOD!! He knew that Tariq was dying and it just turned him on even more. The ultimate suffering causing the ultimate pleasure!

 

As Tariq finally stopped scratching and fighting for air, Alonzo felt at perfect peace with nature and the universe. And why shouldn’t he? He deserved it.

Chapter Seven: The Return

 

Alonzo knew that Tariq was dead long before he stopped grinding his humongous arse on his boyfriend’s corpse. Alonzo had felt Tariq’s body stiffen as the minutes passed. Somewhere inside he knew it was wrong but that was what made it feel so right! Eventually he had cum for the third or fourth time when he finally stopped. The bloat in his belly from the ton of animal grease and fat had started to go down and he was feeling tired. Tariq’s head was still inside his arsehole. He made his massive cheeks twitch, moving the head from side to side. Alonzo laughed, this was still fun.

 

Suddenly though he felt a shooting pain run across the underside of his massive swollen gut, for a second he thought he was going to shit himself, but then he let rip with the longest, loudest, wettest, smelliest fart you could ever imagine. The relief was immense and Lorenzo grinned from ear to ear as Tariq’s listless head plopped out of his arsehole to rejoin the rest of his lifeless body under Alonzo on the bed.

 

Alonzo rolled over and looked at the flattened corpse. Tariq’s lifeless face twisted in torment. “I’m going to have to do something about that” he thought. But then he yawned and fell asleep with his arms hugging his own enormous belly. His last thought before he fell into a deep comforting sleep was; This was the best day ever.

 

When he awoke, Alonzo felt sharp hunger pangs in his stomach. He was about to shout Tariq to make him breakfast when he remembered. Oh yeah! He turned to look at Tariq lying next to him stiff as a plank of wood. Who is going to make me breakfast now?

 

Alonzo sat in the bed for a couple of hours getting hungrier and hungrier. His mind racing, mulling the same two problems over and over. Dead boyfriend, No food. Dead boyfriend, no food. Dead boyfriend, no food. When the solution finally slapped him in the face like a wet fish he became angry with himself. If I wasn’t so stupid I could have eaten him hours ago! Nothing annoyed Alonzo more than being hungry. Well maybe his two cunting sisters but he hadn’t seen them for over a year now.

 

Fortunately for Alonzo, Tariq had unwittingly left him with everything he needed for the grim task. On the floor next to the empty tank of animal residue was a sharp gleaming butcher's knife and a bucket full of mayonaise. Well he did say that he never wanted to leave my belly and that he thought it was heaven, Alonzo thought to himself as he dipped Tariq’s severed left hand in the bucket of mayo.

 

All in all the feast took about an hour to complete. Some of the butchering  had been hard work and Alonzo was certainly not used to any type of manual labour. However, the meal had been more satisfying than Alonzo had predicted and when finished he happily licked a clump of blood and mayo off his top lip and sighed. He looked down at his gargantuan belly and swore that it now looked an inch or so bigger in circumference. Tariq would be happy.

 

This satisfied feeling only lasted an hour or so as the reality of his situation began to hit home. He had no job, no money, no food, no feeder, and no boyfriend. What the fuck was he going to do!?

 

He sat on the bed. Then he laid down and tried to sleep. Then he sat up again. After several hours he was ravishingly hungry. After another couple of hours he actually got up and went to the kitchen. The cupboards were bare. Tariq had relied almost solely on the fast food restaurant for his nourishment. FUCK!!! He went back to lay on the bed again. As the hours passed his hunger pains got worse and he felt a tear well up in his eye. He knew what he had to do, he only had one option.

 

He rang his Mum.