Big Bobo

Time for a lil party

Bobo rubbed his stomach painfully and yawned loudly. He didn't sleep well last night. Several times he had woken up to the smell of his own farts and had to exchange his bed for the toilet. He had probably eaten something bad the night before, during a dinner with the boys, or perhaps he had eaten too much again and his body could no longer cope with the large amount of food. More and more often they would encourage him to chew down three, four, and once even five plates of food. He succeeded again and again, but not without consequences. The scale today read 243lbs. His jeans were all too tight, so he only wore sweatpants. The stretch fabric stretched comfortably with his growing size and the large oversized shirt Steven had given him was quickly becoming too small. His stomach started to gurgle violently again while putting on bright yellow sweatpants and with his buttocks clenched, Bobo stumbled to the toilet. Erik had said that bright colors looked good with his black skin color, but he didn't have much time to think about it. With a symphony of gurgling sounds, Bobo emptied his bowels again, wondering how there could still be so much in them after all the toilet visits he had already made. With difficulty he wiped his anus clean, because not only his belly had grown bigger, but also his buttocks. The painful intestinal cramps disappeared and although Bobo hoped that this outburst in the toilet would be the last, he was also looking forward to breakfast. Clumsily, to prevent his underwear from rubbing against his chapped anus, he walked downstairs to make breakfast in the kitchen. The shirt he was wearing was a little too small, exposing a bit of his underbelly, but Maverick didn't comment on it. He seemed busy at the dining table, taking notes on a writing pad. Bobo was surprised that he was not using his tablet, but when he wanted to see what Maverick was writing, he quickly closed the writing pad.

There were voices from the kitchen and the clatter of metal pans. Bobo saw that the door at the back of the kitchen, which led to the chef's kitchen, was open. Strange, because since he moved in with Maverick, that kitchen had never been used.

"Are we having a party?" he asked as he walked to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Maverick had opened his writing pad again and was looking for the page he was writing on.
"Yes, certainly," he replied without looking up from his writing.
'A very special party. I'm excited.'
Otherwise he remained silent.

Bobo shrugged. Why was Maverick doing strange again? He didn't want to say what the reason for the party was, but when Bobo curiously stared from the doorway into the chef's kitchen and saw three chefs busy, he knew that the party would cost quite a bit. With the large tray filled with a large bowl of yogurt, 8 thick slices of bread, 6 pancakes with blueberry sauce and a glass of orange juice, he walked to the dining table. Maverick still didn't say anything, so Bobo started eating his breakfast in silence. After the last bite, his stomach started to rumble again.

Bobo had spent most of that day on his bed, until suddenly there was a loud banging on his bedroom door. It was a happy and excited Maverick, who came to get Bobo for the party. Bobo preferred to stay in bed. He wasn't feeling well and wasn't in the mood for a party, but when Maverick hinted that he had organized the party for him and that there would be lots of good food, Bobo had no choice but to leave his bed. Maverick pulled him by the wrist into the hallway before he could put on the sweatpants he'd thrown on the foot of his bed. According to Maverick, clothing was not necessary. The skimpy underwear he was wearing was enough. Bobo protested, but was rudely pushed down the hall, down the stairs, through the living room and past the kitchens where the cooks were still busy judging by the sounds coming from them. Maverick chuckled softly as they reached the stairs leading down to the basement. Before Bobo could ask anything, he was almost pushed off the stairs. The basement was dimly lit and Bobo wondered what was going to happen. He thought it was strange that he had to go there in just underwear. This way everyone could see his fat body, something he preferred not to do. Then he saw a large wooden table, well lit by the lamp hanging above it. The table was full of food and dishes. A whole turkey, nicely browned, lay in the center like a showpiece. Now he could smell the wonderful scents coming from it. Four guys sat at the table. He recognized Erik and Steven. The other two were unknown to him. They wore normal clothes. The atmosphere was electric, as if something exciting could happen at any moment. Maverick led him to the largest chair and took the seat next to it himself. What a strange party, but all that food looked very good. Bobo's mouth watered again and he immediately wanted to taste what was in the bowls and of course that beautiful turkey, but all eyes were on him, making him feel uncomfortable. Maverick had placed his phone on the table in front of him and everyone seemed to be waiting for a speech.