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chubbymen101 · 2 years

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Getting bigger at the office Pt.2

(On holiday)

They arrived at the hotel and went through the wooden door to the main room.

‘Look at that couch!’ Karl exclaimed. He was so happy to see such a comfortable place to relax. He had taken up a new hobby at home. That being sitting on the sofa eating after work, then falling asleep and not getting up till the next morning. They went upstairs to unpack then left to buy some groceries since the cupboards were empty. In the car, Karl began to wonder about his weight and body. What would it be like to get fat. How would a jelly belly feel to touch, to have clinging onto your otherwise muscular figure.

“Dean?” He inquired “yeah babe.” “Well, I was wondering, would you like me if I was fat?”

“Of course babe. Why?”

“Well, it’s just that. It that I want to get a little bigger. To have a little belly.”

“Sure, you go for it!” Dean was so enthused with that response and knew that this would mean Karl would be easier to grow. He would obviously grow more than he wanted to, but who cares. Dean will have a gorgeous boyfriend.

They arrived at the shop and they only got a few things since they planned to eat out a majority of the time. Karl put in a few snacks for the evening of watching Netflix on the sofa like he would at home. When they got back, Karl took a shower and began to feel his belly. It was a little squishy. He loved the feeling of his belly and how it squished. He knew he wanted to get a bigger belly than he said.

Dean fell asleep on the sofa and Karl decided to go back to the shop to buy some more snacks to fatten himself up. He didn’t care about the humiliation and began to pile things in his trolley. The French had a huge bakery inside of the supermarket and Karl bought everyone of the treats. He bought a huge chocolate cake that was the size of a large pizza. He went home and began to eat. Dean woke up to the crunching of crisps. He looked over to Karl. He white t-shirt was covered in crumbs, stains from the orange Cheetos. He moved closer to him and took the packets out of his hands. He put 6 bags of Cheetos into a blender and it came out in a thin, drinkable paste. Karl drank and drank. Cheeto drink dripping of his stubbled chin. His belly began to bloat. He finished and began to eat the cake. His once white shirt now stained with brown chocolate marks. Cake in his beard. His shirt ripped and his jeans were so tight that the button came flying off and the zipper broke.

Karl and Dean woke up the next morning and went to the beach. They picked up a 30pack of beer for Karl since he had recently had a habit of drinking when he was on the sofa as usual. They placed their towels down and cracked open a beer. The morning turned into afternoon, one beer after another. Karl had now drunk 10 and was halfway through another when he drifted off to sleep. He woke up and he had a new tan. He picked his beer from the cool box and gulped down the rest of the bottle. Dean had gotten in the water to have a swim. Karl drank another beer and fell asleep again.The evening soon came and Dean woke Karl up to get changed since he wanted to stuff him. He agreed and they left the beach.

Karl was left feeling bloated after having his usual evening stuffing and gainer shake. They were 2 weeks into their holiday and he had already put on 34 pounds. He now had a very noticeable belly and wide flowing love handles. A puffy ass stuck out the back of him and his arms were full of a soft doughy mass. He hadn’t worn a shirt for this time since he was allways sunbathing at the beach. He was in denial about his weight gain and was constanly knocking things over with his large ass. They had heard of a local market going on and decided to go to it.

They woke up early to get to the market before most people and got dressed. Karl put on a nice t-shirt that had fit loosely 20 pounds ago but when he wore it, his bellybutton looked like a donut.

“Huh!” Karl chuckled to himself. This must have shrunk in the wash. He also put on a pair of jeans and they were tight too.

“God! These too!” He shouted. “ I’m not getting fat, Dean must have put them on the wrong wash.” He struggled to button them up and headed out of the door.

They got to the market too early and it hadn’t started yet so they decided to get a coffee whilst they waited. He was fairly tired since he hadn’t been up this early since he was at work and stretched. His shirt rode halfway up his pudgy belly and sat above his large bellybutton. He didn’t notice and carried on as usual. People gave him strange looks but he ignored them, thinking it was the homeless man on the table over. They got up and left.

The market was now bustling. People were staring at him. Someone bumped into him, sending the his top further up his stomach resting by his beginner moobs. He saw this and pulled his shirt down again. He began to get a little out of breath from all the walking they were doing. Little beads of sweat developed on his double chin and sweat marks were left under his stomach. They arrived home with the food from the market. They dumped it on the kitchen counter and he went up for a nap. Dean went to the shops to get more food for when his chubby boyfriend woke up.

Their holiday had now come to an end. They were at home now when Karl saw himself in the mirror. He noticed his large gut poking out of his tight shirt. A little strip of belly was out of his top “huh! I really must have gotten fat. burrp! Haha.” He really was now the office slob just like he wanted to be.

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fandom-cats · 6 years

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suggested AU one-shot:

“Reaching for the same item in the supermarket or farmer’s market AU”

Thank you @levi2225 for the suggestion! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write, and I know that this probably wasn’t what you had in mind but when I thought of it I knew I had to do it this way ;)

Will also upload it to my Ao3 one-shot collection!

The buzzing of the fridges and the slapping of flip flops on the discolored tiles of the convenience store did little to take Rey’s mind off of the issue at hand.

It was a usual Thursday night for the college student. Because she doesn’t have any Friday classes, Rey’s free schedule allows her to indulge in what she considers delicacies: a home-cooked meal and Netflix marathon. Without any responsibilities the next day--Friday is also her day off work--she tends to sleep late and wake up in the afternoon the next day. In other words, it is a stress-free environment where Rey can finally take a break from the constant assignments and essays she deals with in her classes.

Until her seemingly perfect night was ruined by Mother Nature.

She was sprawled on her couch in her pajamas, her hand stuffed into a box of Girl Scouts thin mints after devouring a large plate of chicken parmesan. Finn had already gone to sleep, and Rose was staying at her sister’s for the week. Alone in her living room, rewatching episodes of the Office, she was living the life. It was when she took a quick bathroom break that Rey knew. She dug through the cabinet under the sink to pull out a pad, but when her hand skimmed the plastic package, her mood sank.

There was only one left, and it was the smallest size. She groaned, and promptly did what she had to do after slamming the cabinet shut.

How did she forgot to pick up more on her last trip to the pharmacy? Her annoyance flared, and stomping back into the living room, she picked up her phone off of the coffee table to check the time.

1:12 A.M.

All the pharmacies and grocery stores in her small town would be closed by now. The only 7-Eleven in the area shut down shortly after a roach infestation, so where was she supposed to buy pads this early in the morning?

Her quest for feminine products led her to the only open store in a five mile radius. It was a stroke of genius, really, to remember that gas station places probably stocked a limited supply of items that didn’t fall under the food or drink category. The closest one, a bust up AMPM, was the closest thing she could find in her dingy town. At least it was better than nothing.

So that’s where she currently is, perusing the aisles of the store. There’s a rancid smell in the air, and Rey doesn’t know whether to attribute it to the stale hot dogs spinning on the metal carousel or the typical smell that accompanies a gas station. The only other person in here with her is a tall man with dark hair, discounting the scrawny worker whose eyes are trained on a sudoku puzzle behind a counter filled with cigarettes.

Adorned in the same pajamas she lounged around in at home--Rey was too lazy to change out of them--and some flips flops, she blows the loose strands of her ponytail out of her face to continue looking for the pads. At this point she’s starting to feel irritable, probably because of her period, and because of how much time it’s taking her to find the damned things. The store is not that big, but the overwhelming shelves of chips and cookies starts to make her feel dizzy.

She knows she hits the right section when candy bars and pre-packaged donuts turn into five dollar earbuds and over-the-counter medication. Her eyes sweep hungrily over the items, too focused on her quest to realize that there’s someone coming down the opposite side of the aisle. When she finally spots what she’s looking for, she realizes there’s only one small box left. It’ll have to do; she can pick up more when Target opens later that morning.

Yet when her hand reaches for the box, another does the same. Their hands bump, and Rey jumps away as the man does too. It’s the other guy in the store.

Her brows furrow, and the man stands up to his full height. He’s utterly massive, but Rey is not intimidated easily. They begin to stare the other down.

“I need that,” he says promptly, his eyes flickering towards the pads on the shelf.

“I do too,” she shoots back, indignation rising quickly. “I found the aisle first.”

“You don’t understand,” his voice monotone and body language stiff, “I’ve been looking for them.”

Aggravated, she scoffs. “I don’t understand?” She gestures to herself, “I’m the girl here. What does a guy even need with pads?”

Now he’s looking everywhere but her, the ears poking out from under his long hair turning red. He mumbles something under his breath.

“What?”

“They’re for my mom.”

Silence. He continues on, “They’re for my mom, okay? Now step out of the way. It’s late and I don’t have the patience to deal with you.”

“Why the hell do you deserve them? My problem is more immediate.”

“You’re being rude here, miss, just calm down.”

Rey’s fingers dig into her palms, “Calm down? You never tell a girl to calm down.” With more strength than she knows she possesses, she grabs the front of the man’s t-shirt and pulls him down to her level, “I’m the one who literally has blood coming out of her body, so drop the subject before I make some come out of yours.”

She releases him, and he takes a step back. Even though she knows she’s overreacting, Rey could care less at the moment. Before he can react, she swipes the box from the shelf and bolts to the counter.

Even though he’s huge, he moves fast. Cutting her off in the next aisle over, he holds his hands up when she skids to a stop, shielding the pads from his view as if he’s going to rip them out of her hands.

Approaching her as if she’s a timid animal, his hands still up, he tries to reason with her, “Listen: Let’s think logically about this. How about I pay for it and you give me half of what’s in the box?” Realizing she was contemplating it, he adds desperately, “Please?”

Rey guesses that he’s probably going to get his ass whooped if he actually is retrieving these for his mom, and if she’s in the same boat as Rey. Taking pity on the man, she nods and he moved out of the way for her so she can head to the register.

The worker didn’t seem to hear their scuffle, or care, so he rings up the pads while Rey stands to the side with her arms crossed. Handing some bills to the worker, the guy--whose name is still unknown--stands close to her, almost as if he’s afraid Rey is going to grab the box off of the counter and make a run for it.

After ringing them up, Rey follows the man outside, her eyes trained on the plastic bag he’s swinging. They stand in front of each other, and a shiver passes over her. He hands her the box, giving her the choice whether to leave with the pads or stay.

“I’m doing this for your mother,” she states, and frowns a bit, “If they even are for your mother.”

He chuckles a bit, his ears turning red again, “Trust me, I wouldn’t do this for anyone but her.” He pauses, contemplating, “Well, maybe for a girlfriend.”

“Word of advice,” she says, opening the box of pads and stuffing about half into his awaiting palm, “You better go on these runs for your girlfriend if she asks for it. I think this is the type of thing that really separates a boy from a man.” A little respect colors her tone, her past anger forgotten.

After realizing her words, it was Rey’s turn for her face to flame up. She sounds like she’s flirting with him.

It’s a good thing he seems to be into it, because his eyes begin to roam over her. Rey internally winces at her fashion choice for the night.

“Maybe this man can tame that little spitfire personality of yours.”

“I’d like to see you try,” she responds playfully, and holds out the unoccupied hand, “I’m Rey.”

He takes it and gives her a hint of a smile, “Ben. Ben Solo.”

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