Roommate's Binge

(Hey all, I forgot to post this yesterday, I'm so sorry. Hope you all enjoy.)




Have you ever come gone after a long day at work, and found that your roommate's door is wide open. And your roommate is there on his bed, fully nude, empty food containers strewn about his room? Meanwhile he's barely able to move due to his gut bulging drastically round, shining from both the pressure and his own cum splatters, all the while he's trying to reach for the last carton of ice cream on his ice stand, while his cock is still throbbing?

No? Just me? What do you do in that situation? Well, I'll tell you what I did.

I took off my shirt and shoes, dropping them in the hall because I was too turned on by this site to care where my laundry was. I strode right into his room, ran my hand across the surface of his tight bulging belly, which resembled a medicine ball at this point. He was instantly startled. The moment he saw me be began stammering.

"Oh fuck, s-sorry man. I-I didn't hear you come in. I'll- I'll get this cleaned up, and.. and.." I watched him struggle for a moment, seeing him attempt to sit up or even roll out of bed to no avail. He was so full, his belly so heavy and round from his feast, that he resembled a fish out of water.

Instead of letting him continue to struggle, I chose the better option. I reached over and handed him the carton of ice cream he had been reaching for. He paused a moment and glanced at me with obvious confusion. I simply gave him a smile and continued rubbing his bulging gut and said, "Eat up porker. This belly won't grow itself."

Obeying my words, he tore the lid off and began using his spoon to shovel in large amounts of ice cream with each bite, his cock even rehardened instantly. As he ate I continued to rub his bulging straining gut, while he moaned and belched. I could practically feel his belly growing tighter with every bite of ice cream, and it wasn't a small wimpy carton either, it was one of those large plastic ones that was meant to serve twenty people. Yet he was eating it like an average every day snack.

When he got about half way through the carton he began slowing down. I took this moment to grab his throbbing dripping cock and began stroking it. He let out a groan of pleasure that turned into another belch. Seeing him this round was driving me crazy. I kicked off my own pants and began stroking my own cock.

"God, you're such a fat hog." I said as I kissed his belly. When I sat up again I took a good look at his gut once again. It was firm, solid, little to no give. His thick body hair was wetted down by sweat, grease, and his cum from obvious hours of feasting and jerking. His legs were open, and his gut bulged so big and round, it almost seemed to roll onto the top of his thighs and press down on his cock and my hand. "You're such a fat blimp. Never knowing when you stop eating. All you do is eat and grow, eat and grow. I remember when you first moved in a few months back, you were a fit guy, college athlete. Now look at you, out of college, with an office job that all you do is snack all day. And when you're home you give in to your hunger. And now look at this gut. So big. So round. So fat. What a fucking hog."

As I finished my sentence, and he finished the carton of ice cream, he gave one more large belch before I felt his muscles tighten. His cock erupted, spraying his hot man juices all up my arm, across the bed, and up onto his bulging gut. As his began coming down from his high he gave a big sigh.

"Thanks man, that was hot. I'll give this cleaned up now." He started to move and I pushed him back down. "Wh- what are you doing?"

"Why do you get to have all the fun, fatso?It's my turn, you big porker." I climbed up so that we were face to face. I then threw my legs over his gut and let my weight press down on his bulging straining belly, rubbing my cock against its furry surface. He let out a pained groan, obviously from being over stuffed. But he didn't complain. Instead he let out another belch.

I began thrusting against his gut, causing him to groan and wince. But he didn't tell me to stop. So I continued. With each thrust he winced, with every other thrust he groaned in pleasure and belched. I thrusted harder and faster, shaking up the contents in his gut. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, but he didn't ask me to stop. So I continued. Thrust thrust thrust thrust. This went on for several minutes before he began crying out.

"Ow fuck! Oohh fuck! Oh god! I think.. I think I'm gonna... ooowww fuck!" He released a massive belch right as I felt his cock erupt and spray his cum up my back. I couldn't hold it any longer. I sat up and fired my own load. I shot and shot and shot. Covering the top of his gut, his chest, and even caking his face while he continued to belch. When his belch and cock subsided, and I was spent, I collapsed against him, both of us panting.

We layed there for several minutes, the two of us breathing heavily. Eventually he broke the silence with a chuckle, which caused me to start laughing. Eventually I climbed off him and stood and gave his slick tight belly another rub. He glanced down at his belly then back up at me.

"What," I asked.

He gave a sheepish grin. "I'm hungry."

"You're such a porker," I said while rolling my eyes, before I made my way to the kitchen to find him something else to devour.