fat one-shots | lovechunk

date night

  Kelly groaned, stifling a belch as he slammed his fries into his milkshake, hardly forgetting to have manners around his 'date'. He hadn't meant to pig out so badly in front of Josh, but he couldn't help himself around food. Josh's attempts at making conversation failed miserably, going in one ear and out the other. "Mmmh, sorry, what'd you say?" Kelly often repeated in between bites of his deluxe burgers.

"Going to pig out all night?" Kelly's face burnt red when Josh asked that, prompting him to set his milkshake down for a second.

Kelly faltered. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "I can't help myself."

"Clearly," Josh said proudly. "You know what, Kelly? I like guys like you.", he said bluntly as he leaned in and cupped Kelly's face, forcing eye contact. "Guys who try to hide the fact they're fatasses and act like they're anything but stupid and dull because of how much lard they shove down their throats." His hand moved to grope Kelly's heaping gut, which sat comfortably atop his thickened thighs, heavily built from his past as a quarterback.

"Josh," Kelly grunted. "Seriously," he tried to shove him off weakly, failing as Josh pinned him to the backseat. He only groaned, too full to care as Josh began rubbing circles into his bloated belly, which was still somehow soft to the touch. "Oorp. Keep going." He whined, arching his back into Josh's touch.

"Come on, fatty." Josh slapped Kelly's gut, sending a painful ripple through the vulnerable pudge. "You can eat some more, can't you?" he encouraged as he reached into the cup holder, thrusting the lid up to Kelly's mouth. He tilted it, forcing more milkshake down his throat as Kelly tried to swallow as much of it as he could, despite his stomach protesting audibly. Kelly moaned and whimpered, grasping at Josh's shoulders as he also tried to not make a mess out of himself.

"Josh, I'm going to burst." Kelly said weakly, yet clearly. He felt Josh undoing his overtaxed belt, which was due to pop off eventually. He threw it aside and fiddled with Kelly's waistband idly, leaning in and giving his stomach kisses.

"Your buttons are 'boutta burst, too." Josh squeezed his fingers in between the buttons on Kelly's shirt, which exposed slivers of tan skin. "Anything to say for yourself, fat boy? Humiliated yourself enough tonight?" he asked while unwrapping another burger, promptly forcing it into Kelly's mouth before he could answer.

"Oourghhp–" Kelly burped, struggling down the last burger with tears welling up in his eyes. Amidst the struggle, the last button on his shirt had given way and left a small part of his stomach visible along with his happy trail. "Josh-y," he cooed weakly.

Josh gave a lopsided grin and leaned in once more, kissing Kelly's stomach all over. "You're such a fatass." He praised, running his hand through Kelly's hair as he chuckled evilly, voice deepening with each laugh. "Why don't we go to my place, big boy?"

Kelly nodded tiredly. "I can't drive anywhere anyhow."

"Sounds like a plan."