Not what I expected (short story) (Patreon)

Not what I expected (partially based on real events)

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…What have you been up to since you lost your job?

You:

So, I have been working in this ladies garden right. She is extremely nice and forthcoming. A bit on the old side but she has two big advantages if you know what I mean. lol

Anyways, Linda is her name. She was making me sandwiches each morning, cooking lunches and all sorts of other treats.

It was a bit weird at first, but fuck me, was it awesome.

There was so much food, I could not even eat it all. And believe me, I tried. Linda was doing this every day, so I eventually stopped eating anywhere else except at work. I mean, I didn't even have to. I was so stuffed each time I was leaving, I didn't even get hungry till the morning.

And she is an amazing cook. Makes sense, after raising four children. I guess Linda got used to staying home and taking care of everyone. So she eventually got really, reeeally good at it.

But life happens and Linda now lives all alone in her big house. Nobody to care for, nobody to eat all the food.

The other day, she even complained how she is gaining weight from having to finish the leftovers.

I mean, an average day started with a cup of tea, with honey of course.

A tray stacked with sandwiches. Two different kinds in case I didn't like one of them. Some work…

Oh but then it was lunch time. Precisely 11:30 each day.

Linda always prepared multiple courses.

Usually something like soup, stew, grilled meat, lasagna. You know, the classics.

Then a freshly baked pie. Apple, chocolate or pudding.

Not to mention the second tray of sandwiches just a few hours later.

So it's totally not my fault Linda developed belly rolls over her waistband.

I mean, she had them even before. They are just much thicker now.

And it's also not like it was my idea to buy chocolate filled croissants for a second dessert.

Or a whole melon for just two people! Silly Linda.

With all that in one day, she can't blame me for leaving some leftovers.

And it's not like I didn't try. At the end of each sweaty work day, I pushed myself to put every last sandwich into my mouth. 

Sometimes I even had a second lunch. Or dinner, depending on how you look at it.

With loads like that, I could barely bend over, let alone work.

Luckily, we always had a good long talk after lunch. Linda told me a lot about her children and deceased husband. That gave me some time to digest.

At first it seemed strange to spend half the day stuffing my gullet. But it's rude to reject well meaning hospitality. Besides, Linda seemed to enjoy my company a lot. Always encouraging me to polish everything off, with a friendly pat on the shoulder and wide smile.

One day when I came inside to wash those little annoying leaves from my chest, I noticed how far my belly stuck out.

I never had time to look at myself much so it was funny to see how round it was. Almost like a football.

Well, I gave it a slap and said. Time for lunch.

This day was very lazy. It was Friday anyway. And that meant two days without Linda's amazing food. I just had to make the most of it.

I ate as usual, one plate of each dish. It felt good, so I had another full plate. I noticed there was only one steak left, so I finished that too.

Boy was I full. My gut felt like it was being inflated from the inside. And hot. I stood up and almost ripped my t-shirt when I took it off.

From behind, Linda came in, saw the empty table and eyes lit up. Can I make you anything else?

At this point I really had to politely decline.

Come on, a strong man like you needs to eat. Linda said as her finger poked the top of my belly and her hand gave it two gentle pats, reinforcing three words: come, needs and eat.

Linda sat down across the table and pulled a paper bag out of her purse.

I have been greedy and I need your help. I bought these croissants but can not eat them. If I get any fatter I'll outgrow all my pants!

I tried to play it cool. OK, no problem. I said as I casually sat down and took one out of the bag.

Linda automatically stood up and started to make some tee.

It took two hours to empty that little bag and drink one cup of tea with honey.

Honestly, it wasn't so bad. You would think one would get sick of eating so much. But I think I got used to it. Having a full belly just feels good.

Saturday was boring, I didn't feel like doing anything.

But Sunday morning Linda called me over and what a day that was.

She had plenty leftovers from yesterday's party and I was her trashcan.

Linda seated me on her living room couch and brought in plates and trays of different meats, cheeses, olives, crackers, cookies, cakes…

She kept it coming and I kept putting it away. All day and all night baby!

Well, not really. I got full around noon.

Everything felt tight. My shirt, my shorts and especially my gut digging into them.

I told Linda to go make me some tee so I could unbutton them.

I wish I could have taken my boxers off too…

The rest of the day was slow and lazy. Linda sat down next to me. Asked me all sorts of questions. Like if I like caramel filled biscuits with nuts.

She leaned forward, took a platefull and put one right in my face.

You must try them. She said with a nod and put one in my mouth before I even opened it.

I could not hide how good it was so she kept on putting one after the other in my mouth. Sometimes not even waiting for me to swallow the previous one.

I didn't even have time to say anything before Linda switched the plate for a new one and kindly asked me to hold it.

So I awkwardly held the plate with both hands above my huge gut as she slid closer and pressed her monster tits against my bicep.

What a day. Just sitting on my fat ass, eating good, and looking at a pair of wobbling mega breasts humping my full barrel.

Linda really did put on a lot of weight. 

As we sat there a few hours later, I had plenty of time to look.

Linda's head was leaned against my shoulder as she mindlessly massaged the part of my inflated gut that was overflowing into her lap.

I was looking at the TV's reflection of us on the couch.

I looked like one of those ridiculously fat cartoon characters.

I barely saw over my fat self so my head was a joke.

Linda's head looked a bit better. Her fluffy hair gave it some size as it spread down to her chest.

But her chest looked right in comparison.

Linda's breasts were so big, they wanted to escape all measurements.

Each boob was so heavy, it wanted to sag into a different direction.

But they could not, because her overstretched top was holding them together.

Linda's arms were used to avoiding the fat sack of tits in front of her.

But she could not even touch and rub my belly without creating waves, traveling through her ripe melon fat.

And even their size alone would be enough to reach all the way down to fill her lap.

But they could not, because her thick belly roll was lifting the massive package of breast up, just enough for it to peek out.

For hours now, I was stuck on the couch. I was filled to the brim and stuffed like a hog. A helpless ball of flesh, surrounded by sounds of digestion. My dick was trying to rip through my boxers as it pressed into my heavy underbelly.

She didn't notice. This overinflated gut was too big.

My feeding milf fell asleep on my shoulder and I was stuck. Linda fattened me up so good and proper. She deserved her sleep.

Luckily, the slow breathing of her soft breasts eventually put me to sleep.

I eventually woke up with my legs handcuffed to the couch. It's probably just another one of Linda's games.

I mean I am really excited about what's going to happen now. But somebody should probably know what is going on…

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You:

Are you still there Mindy? You didn't write anything in a while…