Just This Once
Warning: This is an adult/fetish story involving Mutual weight gain and stuffing. If this isn't your type of thing please don't read it.
By Polarisdreamer
'What the hell happened last night..' Chris thought to himself the moment he awoke from his inebriated slumber.
His head pounded with a skull-cracking headache. He was hungover, no doubt a symptom of all those shots he'd taken while pregaming with his teammates. He'd went out to a club afterwards with his bros, but that's about all he remembered. Frankly most of spring break had been like that. One party after another. It was exhausting.
Rolling over in bed to try and find a more comfortable position for his aching head, Chris suddenly realized he wasn't alone. To his surprise, a woman was sharing his bed. Her face jogged something in his brain, because suddenly he remembered. He'd seen her at the club, lusted at her from across the dance floor, from what he remembered he'd lacked the courage to approach such a perfect specimen, but apparently all the alcohol must have forced him to ignore any fear of rejection.
With his brain slowly piecing together what must have happened last night to end up in the same bed as this golden-haired goddess, one thought remained in Chris's mind, 'What do I do now?'
Panicking internally, Chris knew full well this woman was physically perfect in every way, clearly out of his league. In that tight little dress, she'd had on last night, he'd been able to clearly see her tall and lean body possessed six-pack abs, a rock-solid bubble butt, alluring hips, powerful thighs, firm perky tits, and lean muscular definition all over her delightful body. In comparison, he was an average-sized baseball player with decent arms but an obvious beer belly. What if she woke up and realized she'd made a huge mistake??
Chris lifted up his arm and quickly smelled his pits. He reeked of sweat. He had to take a shower right now. He didn't want the first thing this goddess of a girl woke up to, to be his body odor.
'F*ck! What the hell was her name again??' Chris fearfully wondered.
Why couldn't he remember!? What if she woke up and didn't tell him? Or worse yet, what if he offended her in some way by not knowing her name? It was odd, he would have bet money that he could have picked this girl's flawless face out of a police lineup, but he couldn't remember her name!?
"Ugh.." Chris hummed, as he rolled sloppily off the bed. He staggered himself over to the bathroom, but had to correct himself because, somehow, the bathroom was on the other side of the room now.
Sh*t.
This wasn't his room after all.
Looking around, it soon became obvious to Chris that this didn't even look like a hotel; this was a beach house!
Without wasting another moment, Chris stumbled into the bathroom. In doing so he attempted to throw off his boxers only to realize he was naked. Not dwelling on it, he foolishly stepped into the shower before turning the water on and shuttered at how cold it was when the water hit him. It woke him up in an instant, but the soothing warmth of the shower soon followed.
Relaxing, Chris let the stress fall off his shoulders. He tended to tense up when he was nervous. It was always a problem when he was at bat for his university's baseball team. He let out a deep breath, as he felt his racing heart begin to calm.
The soap. He needed the soap.
Chris quickly reached for the bar of soup in the corner of the shower and began washing his armpits. His arms and shoulders were rather strong from his time spent conditioning them for baseball. Chris only wished his stomach reflected a similar level of fitness. He had a great work ethic on the field, but never the discipline to resist bar food with his friends. It showed on his gut. He had a classic college athlete beer belly. And to top it all off he was feeling bloated from everything he had to drink the night before. In fact, his stomach was feeling like trash. He was probably going to let the shower run and sit on the toilet while he waited for this stomachache to go away.
