Scribbles #1
Having these floating around I decided to fix them up a little and post them . These stories are a result of me having an idea that isn't quite good enough for a full story, but would make a nice blurb. The last two stories involve Tehweenus's character Croix and I am glad he allowed me to post them up. The most common them of these are weight gain/fat.
Big Bear Belly
Contains: Fat, Belly Worship, Public, Weight Gain, Kink but no sex.
Bored with work Ian's day is spiced up when a new customer comes in. Beside a bit of a show Ian is rewarded for a job well done.
With the heavy snow coming down Ian's shift had been easy at the sandwich shop. He was restocking the drink cooler when the first customer in three hours came in. Closing the cooler Ian turned to great the customer. "Welcome, anything I can get you?" He said in a faux happy tone. The fact he had been saying the same thing for years was the only thing that saved him from stumbling over his words. He watched the customer squeeze into the door.
Having been a clothing store at one time in its life the sandwich shop had big display windows. Ian's bosses used to put up the monthly displays and as extra seating. The window displays were so large that it shrank the door. For most people this wouldn't have been a problem. The bear wasn't most people.
Stepping in sideways the bear kept his hands on his jacket to anchor it down over his massive middle. He was not doing a good job. Thirty pounds ago the black puffy jacket may have fit over the bear's ponch, now a strip of the fat middle was bare. Ian watched the gut bounce and wobble as the bear shimmed through the doorway. When most of his bulk was inside the bear turned and pushed his wide middle through the door. No longer pinned in place by the door the sudden violent movement made the bear's gut flow out from under the jacket. The jack rode up past his belly button to sit on the apex of the bear's belly. Ian was treated given a front row seat to two hundred pounds of white expanse shaking like a bowl of jelly.
Grabbing either side of the door the bear pulled himself the rest of the way into the shop with a great heave of effort. "Sorry about that, you still open right?" the bear asked as he unzipped his jacket. Underneath the Jacket the bear wore a white and black striped button up shirt. Along with the black slacks the bear wore Ian assumed the man had just gotten off work.
Taking a moment to kick his head in gear Ian closed his mouth and stopped staring. "Yes, is there anything you want?" Ian decided to stick to the script and hope he didn't stumble over his words too much watching the bear's belly. Lifting his stomach up with one hand the bear stretched his shirt over the white expanse. Each button looked to be hanging on for dear life as the bear's belly pressed out against it.
Slapping his gut, the bear got a resounding thud from it, the like you'd hear coming from a drum. "Yeah, I am hungry. So, apologize for what I am about to do. How much bread do you have?" Ian barely heard the man's request as he watched the belly shake from the double handed slap the bear delivered to it.
Stumbling both over his words and the drinks he had yet to put in the cooler Ian went behind the counter. "We have a few dozen loaves left, a lot of sub bread, and some that needs to be cooked," Ian relayed to the bear, half from memory and half from looking over the stock they had.
"Great, bring all the subs down. By the way name is Butch," he explained and pointed his thumb back to himself. "I heard this is the only place to get a good sub. So, you should get to know me if that's true."
"Okay?" Ian thought out loud as he pulled on disposable plastic gloves.
Once Ian was at his battle station Butch hit him with his order. "Can I get five steak sandwiches on wheat with provolone and everything but lettuce and tomato. A few meatballs with extra cheese. And finally, umm," pausing Butch looked up at the blackboard that hung above the sandwich station. "Ohhh, let me get six godfathers on what you have left." The godfather was a sub with salami, capicola, and spicy ham. The owner of the shop hand sliced the meat himself each morning.
"Sure, thing!" Ian told the cutting board as brought down the bread and put out sheets of butcher paper to place the subs on. He was moving onto cutting the bread for the meatball subs when he looked up and caught Butch staring down at him. The bear's gut was pressed up against the glass while Butch leaned against top of the sandwich station.
"You got all that?" He asked, wearing a cocky grin before resting his head down on his folded arms a top the station. Normally Ian would have shooed a customer away for doing just what Butch was doing. But he found he liked when Butch did it.
"Yep!" Ian managed to push the word out and went back to his work.
Prepping the Steak sandwiches for cheese and veggies Ian chanced a look up. Butch's gut was still pressed up against the glass. Swallowing hard Ian took a step closer to the counter so his tenting pants wouldn't be too noticeable.
Just as he finished putting cheese on the last steak sandwich Ian noticed he put american on it instead of provolone. When he moved to fix it Butch piped up. "Leave it. Still going to taste good right?"
Butch's hand drifted down to his stomach and rubbed across it as Ian took the sandwiches and toasted them in pairs. Ian was just pulling out the second pair of sandwiches when the sound of Butch's belly growling made him look over his shoulder. Reaching down Butch untucked his shirt and sat up. "Forget the veggies on those, can you just ring those up?" Butch implored Ian as he scooted towards the register.
"Sure." Moving to wrap the sandwiches up Ian was stopped when Butch told him not to and laid bills on the counter, his stomach growling again. Sliding the sandwiches onto a metal tray Ian took the money and slid the tray over.
Taking the tray Butch brought it to a table and attacked the sandwiches. Ian was barely able to keep up with Butch's order as the hungry bear worked through the sandwiches. Not long after he laid down a tray of fresh sandwiches Butch was walking up to exchange the tray for his old one along with a handful of bills.
Down to the last tray Ian decided to be a little bold and take the sandwiches to Butch. Packing away close to a dozen sandwiches Butch's stomach stuck out father and he gave up on trying to contain it. His shirt to either side of his belly as it sat in his lap and against the table. "Thank you," Butch greeted the sandwiches when they were brought to his table. Sliding the tray away he sat up out of his seat to pull his wallet out of his back pocket.
"Don't worry about it you already paid enough for the sandwiches. I wrapped a few in case you wanted to take a few home," Ian informed Butch as he grabbed the empty tray.
Waving Ian off Butch handed Ian a few bills. "Then take this for yourself, been a while since I got this good of a treatment." As if to assure Ian of his enjoyment Butch gave his belly a smack before settling a hand underneath the overhang and bounced it. There was far less jiggling now that the belly was packed full. Rather it bounced up and down as one big round mass, like an overfilled ball.
Grabbing Ian's attention Butch laid the money on the table and grabbed the other side of his gut. He bounced it vigorously, more than happy to put a show on for Ian. "Pull up a seat," Butch told Ian before picking his gut up completely and dropping it in his lap. The massive drop caused a vibration to radiate through Butch's body. The vibration went through the folds of fat that made up Butch's love handles, up along his belly, through his moobs with their coin sized nipples and up into his neck fat. It might have gone down into Butch's thick thighs as well, but those were out of view of Ian's sight behind the overflow mass of fat that was Butch's gut. "Think of it as a tip," Butch urged Ian and slid the bills over to him once again.
Pocketing the bills Ian grabbed the seat from across the table and sat it down next to Butch with force. Tentatively he laid a hand on the bear's belly first. When he didn't object to that he put his shoulder and then head against the soft side. His head resting right against one of the bear's soft moob. "Thank you!" He sent the prayer up to whatever angel allowed him to enjoy this.
As Butch ate Ian let his hand slip underneath Butch's belly. It was like a warm bean bag chair. Except it was heavy. When Ian tried lift it up with just one hand, he found he could only jiggle it and make it bounce. Even two didn't manage to do more than lift it out of Butch's lap as Ian leaned over.
Doing away with the seat Ian knelt next to Butch and put his face into the belly. "You like?" Butch teased as he lifted an arm to allow Ian's further exploration. Butch nibbled at the sandwich with one hand. Pressing his face into the soft fur Ian began scratching underneath the overhang very. Pushing his face into the gut. Forgetting about proper work edict Ian bounced Butch's fat gut and enjoyed feeling the body wobble against his face.
Butch laid his hand down on Ian's back and let the smaller man rub his face back and forth as he enjoyed himself.
Jackalope in the mirror Contains: Massive weight gain, fat, gay, ball growth (through cum), and fat pad/fat hole play. After a bit of time spent growing fatter and fatter Croix takes a moment to admire what packing on the pounds brought him.
Croix could have blamed a lot of things for why he was packing on the pounds. His instincts to gain weight for the winter. The new recipes him and Roland had been trying. Or, any number of things he cared to think about. Though it all boiled down to one simple fact, he wanted to pack on the pounds. While plenty of guys online had offered to force feed him no one had, yet. Every pound he packed on, every new stretch mark he got, and all the clothes he ruined was because he wanted to grow fatter. And he couldn't be prouder with his progress into becoming a truly titanic fat ass. Standing in front of the mirror Croix grabbed his gut with both hands and lifted it up. When he let it go the rest of his fat body wanted to follow it. His moobs bounced and his thighs jiggled. It took a while for all of him to stop moving. Starting at his chest where he had soft moobs he had to use his whole hand to hold he moved down. Over the stretchmarks and fat rolls on his belly. When he got to his ass he turned around and looked at its reflection. All of his ass didn't make it in the mirror and he had to step towards the sink to see his wide hips and ass. Bending forward and closing his legs Croix shook his hips back and forth. Starting out by moving all at once his ass cheeks eventually jiggled on their own. Raising backup Croix heft his still jiggling ass and spread the cheeks. With how big his ass was most men would end up humping his ass without reaching his hole. Even when he spread them guys would have to be very gifted to sink their cock in to his hole. Letting his ass go Croix's cheeks clapped as he turned around to face the camera head on again. There was one hole anyone could fuck. His front hole. Croix had no chance of seeing past his titanic gut even if he lifted it out of the way. So, the only time he could ever see where his cock had once been was while he looked in the mirror or in the videos Roland took. Looking like his belly button did, a wide hole that was filled with fat, his front hole had came along as he grew fatter. With every pound he put on more of his cock was swallowed. It started with only his cock head being able to be seen past the fat, before he had to be hard to even see the thing, until eventually the fat swallowed it up. And, as he packed on more pounds, his cock got buried deeper and deeper in fat. It got to the point Croix no longer thought of himself as having a cock. It was so far gone that he would likely never even see or touch it again. The fact he could only good when something was slipping inside of the hole sealed the deal for Croix. He had three holes for cocks to fill, before long his fat rolls and belly button will be able to be fucked as well. Where his cock had become his new front hole Croix's balls had only seemed to grow with his size.
Croix had to pay close attention to them or risk having them swing about. They were also the reason he rarely ever wore pants now. No matter the size pants weren't made for his massive balls in mind. Though he couldn't blame the growth of his balls solely on his new weight. Since Roland started to pound his front hole along with his ass and mouth Croix found his balls grew faster than his weight accounted for. Then Roland started inviting his friends over to fuck Croix and he was sure that having his front hole fucked left made his balls grow. It was like every time someone came in his front hole the cum went down to his balls rather than anywhere else.
Croix and the dildo of fate Contains: Weight gain, fat, gay, sex toys, fat pad play, and cock shrinkage due to weight gain. Grown fat in the past few months Croix finds he can't reach past his own gut to show jerk off. Grabbing a handy dildo, he puts it to work where his hand is no longer adequate.
Looking down Croix had no hope of seeing past his massive gut, but he still craned his neck to try. He had found the toy amongst a box of old clothing. Things he had no hope of squeezing into anymore. If he didn't rip them when putting them on the shirts would fit him like bras. The pants would bust a seam and split before he even got them past his knees. The toy however was something he could use. Giving up on trying to look past his belly so he could better aim himself on the toy Croix laid back on his bed. Using a foot to pull the toy closer Croix grabbed it and inspected it. He didn't know why he had bought it those years ago. It was only a few inches longer than his middle finger and as thick as two of his fingers. Deciding to try again Croix used his left hand to lift his gut. The underside of stomach was warm and took his whole forearm, along with his hand, to lift it. The hand holding the dildo lowered it down between his legs and tried pressing it into the hole in his fat pad where his cock had been. His cock was buried in that fat pad. A few dozen pounds ago his cock was still peeking out of his fat pad when he got hard. Now though, his cock was buried under so much fat he could no longer reach it with his finger. Whether he was hard or not. Ending up poking his fat pad a few times Croix eventually got the head of the toy in his hole on the fifth trying. His toys curled, and he bucked his hip up as he pressed down on the toy. The deeper it went the better the toy felt as it moved through the tunnel of fat. He had an inch of so left of the toy when it pressed against his cock. "Fuck." he said as he grabbed his fat gut. His cock had never been that sensitive, but to feel it pushed against after so long was indescribably pleasurable. Digging his heels into the bed Croix raised his hips off the bed and began jamming the toy against his cock. His hand let go of his gut and let it drop to hold onto the bed. The whole round mass of fat bounced and jiggled as he let it go. Croix was pounding away at his front hole trying to get off when suddenly the toy slipped past his cock. As it went by the toy forced Croix's cock against the fat of his pad. Reaching the base of the toy Croix held himself there and imagined what having an actual cock inside his front hole would feel like. A nice fat chode stretching and kneading the fat as it pounded his hole. Or maybe one that was longer to pin his cock against his fat like the toy was and press deeper. Maybe even both.