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In theory, you had gone to the zoo to visit the animals. Animals were cute and interesting, and the zoo offered plenty to look at and keep you occupied for a few hours. But, truthfully, more interesting than animals were the people. There was a second pleasure, arguably even better than looking at animals, which a gathering of so many different people allowed. This pleasure was admiring the fat guys who came here to visit the animals.
There were many fat guys in public, of different sizes and shapes, carrying different levels of fatness. Some were average guys with a small pudgy belly, who were beautiful to look at, like a small snack for your eyes. Then there were the guys who were bigger, boasting huge and round guts, and a deliciously wide side-profile; they were extremely hot and you looked at them as much as you could, adjusting your route through the zoo to follow and look at them a little longer.
There was one guy in particular who had caught your attention. He had plainly cut blonde hair, golden eyes and a big handsome face. He left the savanna-themed restaurant carrying a full box of cheese cake, waddling in a world on his own. His body shape landed closer in the second category of seriously big guys, though he wasn’t quite big enough yet to be considered massive. He wore a Pokemon shirt that was too tight around his pudgy belly. It stretched around the sizable midframe and it tightly wrapped over two sloping love handles. His moobs were big and squishy and wobbled with each step. His butt was thick too, adding extra overfed mass to his side profile width. That Pokemon shirt had to be a favorite clothing item from bygone years, one he wasn’t prepared to give up yet, even though it had outgrown him. It could still just about do the basic task of covering up his body if he stretched it and tucked it into his pants, but it didn’t have much time left. This guy was seriously big, but he wasn’t yet huge. Though, with that cheese cake in his hands, he had the eating habits needed to become huge.
You watched how he sat down at an empty bench, opened the box and grabbed whole slices of cheese cake with his bare hands. He stuffed them into his mouth and chewed and looked happily at an enclosure of ring-tailed lemurs in front of him. He wiggled his body from side to side as if he were wagging a phantom tail, deliciously enjoying the indulgent meal he’d gotten for himself. A whole cheese cake…? Was he going to eat all of that alone? What a glutton. You could not help but grin at the guy's determination to eat.
You found a bench a distance away where you could look at him discreetly. He crammed slice after slice into his mouth, licking the sweet cheesy goo from his fingers, moving onto the next slice with a hungry urgency. It was astonishing to watch. If you weren’t in public you’d be more perverted about it, but all you could do was watch the spectacle innocently. Even as people walked by him, he did not seem to be ashamed of how indulgently he ate. Soon he finished his cake, folded the thick paper box neatly beside him and leaned back onto the bench. He seemed satisfied with himself. So satisfied that he closed his eyes and began to snooze.
A post-stuffing nap! That was so cute! This guy was pure cuteness overload. The way his belly domed and his moobs spread out… His body was mesmerizing. And how his mouth hung open as he began to snore! He was knocked out. You could barely contain yourself from squealing at this handsome guy. All that was missing was unbuckling that belt and snapping the button open to let the gut wobble out freely. This was a perfect view to spend your afternoon looking at.
Looking was fun, but you also realized this was a chance you couldn’t miss. The space on the bench next to him was free. Nobody would sit beside a random sleeping fat guy. It looked a little strange. If he didn’t look so painfully harmless and cute, people might’ve called over a security guard, but no one seemed to mind him. You walked over, checking if he noticed your approach. His eyes stayed shut. The post-sugar crash had taken him deep into dreamland.
Carefully you sat beside him. The bench leaned to one side, straining under his hefty weight. Gravity pulled you towards him. You took out your phone and put in your earbuds to look as inconspicuous as possible. For every second you glanced at his belly, you glanced five seconds at your phone. You took out one earbud so you could listen to his snores. They were deep heavy snores from the back of his throat. God… this was heaven. An exquisite fat boy right next to you, his fat belly heaving up and down. Of course you wouldn’t do anything weird; you’d simply look and take in all the views he had to offer. You looked respectfully.
You noticed his face and neck were sunburnt, though his fat arms and legs were fine. Maybe he forgot to put sunscreen on his head. His armpits were a bit sweaty. His belly had a few sweatstains too. Being this fat in the summer must be hard. So much weight to carry around, straining the body. And of course the insulation from all this extra mass would keep him toasty warm. The sweaty smell that drifted off him was nice, though. You could smell it without even trying to take a whiff.
You felt comfort that, if anything, it looked a little less strange to have you sitting next to him. It was as if you were his friend keeping watch while he took a quick nap. People looked less suspiciously at him now. Ahh, to be his friend with a fat guy like this… You clutched your phone at the thought. That would be the dream…
A long gurgle began in his gut. It grew louder and louder each time. He began to unconsciously grab his stomach and rub it, clenching his arms and face every time it made a noise. Did the cheese cake make his stomach upset? Logically, eating that much sugar and fat would do something to upset the delicate balance in one's digestion. The ache seemed to slowly wake him. That was okay though: as long as you kept acting like just a random person sitting next to him, it wouldn’t be weird.
The guy blinked sleepily. He gave you a quick glance, then an angry growl coiled him forward, and he grasped his stomach. “Owwww…” he groaned helplessly.
First you didn’t want to say anything, but you felt bad at his whines. “Is everything okay?” you asked, pretending to be surprised by the guy’s groans.
“Ooff… I have a stomach ache.” He rubbed his belly and his poor face contorted into a painful grimace. “I had too much cheese cake… They sold it for so little money because they were about to throw it away. I hate wasting food so I bought all of it at a discount…”
The man spoke with a thick accent. He was not from around here. If you guessed he was from somewhere far up north. That made sense with his blonde hair, and the redness of his sunburnt face. He didn’t seem like he belonged here. The city you lived in was mostly a melting pot for different people all around the world blending together, mainly half-foots and tall-man and elves.
“Oh no, that must hurt!” you said. You didn’t know what else to say. What did you expect from talking to him? Maybe to hear his voice… It was a soothing voice, husky and deep, perfectly warm. You thought of something more to say, anything to hear him speak again. “I, uh… I know a special massage technique! If I rub your belly the pain will go down!”
“You do?” he asked.
Did you? Was that not a stupid lie to get an opportunity at rubbing his belly? It must’ve been obvious how stupid that sentence was. You expected the guy to look at you incredulously and scoff and tell you what a bad joke that was.
But he did not seem bothered at all. He nodded understandingly. “Hmm, alright! Can’t hurt to try!”
“Oh, uh… yeah!” you quickly agreed. “Just, umm… Lie down on my lap and I’ll take care of it.”
“Oh!” the guy said, freezing up. His face flashed beet-red, even redder than the sunburn already did. For a moment you worried he was going to pass out. The redness quickly spread all the way to his forehead. “Is that okay? I wouldn’t want to do anything weird or something… Oh, or are you making a joke? It’s hard for me to tell if you’re joking.”
“No! It’s okay!” You shook your head desperately. “It’s not a joke! I’m being fully serious. It’s part of the technique I learned, uh… You gotta lie down so I can massage your belly. And if it’s okay, maybe take off your shirt? It’s a skin-to-skin massage.” Now you were really pushing it. “It’s okay if that’s not comfortable with you, though! Massaging through your shirt works too in a pinch.”
He looked at you for a moment and seemed to lose his wariness. “Oh, naw, taking my shirt off is fine.” Without a moment of hesitation he grabbed his shirt and pulled it from underneath his waistband. His belly released from the tight shirt, thwacked out with an audible thus against his lap. You did your best to stay composed, but who could stay calm with such a sexy view? He folded the shirt up neatly and put it on the empty cheese cake box. “Alright, is this okay?”
“I mean…” You felt the stares of people walking by. Was this not highly inappropriate? Well… There was the occasional shirtless guy wandering around, because, apparently, the heat of the summer gave any guy with a fit upper body the right to walk around half-naked. And people didn’t make a fuss about that! Surely this man’s fat gut would be okay too? Although perhaps it would not be appropriate to massage such a gut, but, oh well… “I mean, I’m not complaining!” you said with a dumb smile. Maybe that was too flirty…? The guy blushed even harder, but he did lie down on your lap and make himself comfortable. You continued to talk nonsense, “This is great. You look great— I mean, you’re a great guy!”
“Uh…” the guy stammered. He wriggled his head on your lap. His hair was silky against your legs. There was a shy smile on his face as he looked up at you. “Thanks…”
For a while your hands hovered over the man’s belly. He was clearly anxious and waiting for you to begin. If you hesitated for too long he might say no and back out. There wasn’t any time to be shy, this was your chance! First you experimentally rubbed around his belly button with your fingers. His fat was even softer and flabbier than you expected. The fat dimpled under your fingers, rippling as you rubbed back and forth. The guy let out a small whine. Oh no, he was sensitive. He whined at your touches, squirming on your lap and squeezing his eyes shut. You’d never touched a fat belly before. You’d never gotten this far in your wildest dreams. How were you even supposed to massage a belly to relieve a stomach ache? You had no idea what you were doing.
“D-does that feel nice…?” you asked.
“Ahhh… Yes it does…” he said in a high-pitched voice.
You needed some kind of conversation. This silence was too awkward. His whines were making you lose your mind. You pushed a little deeper and it caused a rumble in his belly, as if a bit of bloated gas had been dislodged. Evidently, you did something right as the guy moaned joyously.
“Ahhh!!” he let out happily.
“Ah, uh!!” you began. Anything for the sake of talking. To keep this awkward silence away. “What, uh… What animals have you seen so far?”
“Hmm?” He looked up at you with his sweaty flustered face. His eyes were so deep golden, they looked like cheese or butter. He must really like cheese since he ate an entire cheese cake on his own… He really did that… He was a fat glutton, you thought as a smile cracked your lips. “Which animals, huh? Hmm, I’ve gone to most of them already. I have my usual route I take, which always ends with the wolves. I love being with the wolves. I spent a few hours with them before I went looking for food. I’ve been there most of the morning, actually.”
“A few hours!? Wolves are so interesting you can watch them for that long?”
“Yeah, they are!” he smiled. His eyes were unfocused. The smile wasn’t at you but at his own thoughts, the thoughts of wolves in his head. “Wolves are really cool. I have a sketch book so I can draw them. I just sit there and look at them and copy their fur patterns. That’s where most of my time goes. It’s really fun to observe wolves. They’ll play together and go licking each other, sniffing each other’s ears and noses and backside!” He gesticulated his hands wildly, suddenly taken by a flurry of words. His northern accent made it hard to understand him, but you could catch the gist of it. “They even got some puppies this year! I was hoping I might catch a glance of them, but they didn’t show… They don’t really like it when there are so many people around to watch him. But I did see a really awesome plushie of them! I thought I might buy one, but they’re so expensive… I could affort it, but I dont know… I mean, still, drawing was a lot of fun! I might as well make the most of my day at the zoo. It’s not like I have anything else to do this morning…”
Suddenly he was quiet again. He looked with wistful eyes at the sky, staring right beside your head.
“Ah, so you’ve been making art? That sounds interesting!” You thought of a follow up as you massaged the man’s big belly, pressing into his lower abdomen, and feeling more and more gas bubbling underneath. It was extremely distracting to play with so much lard, and forming sentences turned out to be very difficult. “Could I see what you made? I’d love to take a look!”
“See my art? Well…” he chuckled nervously. “Maybe not. It’s a bit embarrassing.” He scratched his cheek hesitantly and paused. “I mean, I guess I can show you. But I’d need to take a look first and make sure they’re all okay to show.”
“Sure, do whatever you’re comfortable with!” What on earth did he draw that made him so self-conscious? Furry porn or something? You didn’t want to know, but you also kind of did!
The guy did not say more. You were too shy to say anything. This arrangement, him on your lap while you were rubbing his gut, surely could only look like romance in the eyes of passersby. Some boyfriend-to-boyfriend thing. An unabashed display of public affection in. Though it did not seem this guy thought of this as romantic at all, or even as an attempt by you to flirt with him. He was flustered, but it seemed only by the fact you asked about his drawings. And the sensitivity of his belly flustered him a bit too.
When neither of you said anything for a long time, he let out a sad sigh.
“I’m sorry that I’m so fat…” he mumbled quietly.
“W-what…?”
“It must be disgusting to do your special technique on a fat guy like me. There’s so many attractive guys around, but you’re stuck rubbing my fat old gut.”
“Huh, that’s not true?!”
“Are you sure?” he furrowed his brows. “No one thinks I’m attractive because I’m so big. Only guys who are fit or skinny get attention. People say I’m gross and disgusting looking, mostly. And I stink because I sweat so much.”
“That’s not true!” You gulped. “Fat guys are sexy too! You have a lovely musk!”
“Well, no one’s ever shown interest in me…” he looked defeated, ready to give up. “I’m sorry for bringing this up. I must sound really pathetic and gross whining like this. I just felt bad that I said yes to your belly massage. It was probably just an offer out of pity that I was supposed to refuse, right? I’m sorry…”
“N-no… I was genuine…” Could he shut up for a moment? You felt extremely bad for him. Who hurt this poor guy?
“Come on, even I know that you’re just being polite,” he furrowed his brows and pouted.
“Argh, come on! I’m not doing this to make you feel bad,” you said. “I’ll prove it. Give me your phone number. I’ll message you so we can hang out tomorrow. Or another day if that’s better.”
“Huh…? I don’t understand.”
“Okay, let me explain. Let’s say I’m interested in you. Like I want to be your friend.”
“You do!?” he said with shock.
“Yeah, and I want to hang out with you again. I want your phone number so we can hang out.”
“Oh…” he tilted his head and rubbed his chin. When your hand dislodged another sore spot in his belly, causing him a momentary moment of pain and relief, he was taken out of his thoughts. “Ahh…!!” he whined. “Ah, uh… I guess you can have my phone number then. If you really want it…” He pushed himself up from your lap. You pulled your hands back. The bench creaked and his naked belly rippled as he sat up straight. He grabbed his shirt and put it back on. “Also I think you’ve done all I can with your massage! It still hurts but now I feel like I need to go to the bathroom, so that’s something better! Your technique felt really nice.”
After raising his index finger in a gesture to ask you to hold and wait for a moment, he jumped up and ran to the nearest bathroom. The bathrooms were just at the end of the footpath, beyond the lemur enclosure. You waited as he did his business.
“Ahhh… That feels so much better! It feels like a weight has been lifted off my gut.” He skipped out of the bathroom and ran back. Every step his gut swayed up and down, peeking shamelessly under his undersized shirt, which he had not tucked back under his tight belt. “That was my fault for eating so much cheese cake, hehe… If they weren’t throwing it away I wouldn’t have bought it… I guess it’s bad eating so much when I’m already kind of fat. But it makes me feel better!”
“There’s nothing wrong with eating!” you encouraged him. “Eating is always great! And it was fun talking to you! Also rubbing your gut— I mean your belly!”
He smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Ah, right! I suppose you deserve a gift for helping me out! Let’s go to the gift shop! I saw those really cool wolf plushies there!”
You really had no choice. He hadn’t given you his phone number yet and he was already waddling away. You trailed behind him, wriggling through the zoo visitor crowd to not lose sight of him. The inside of the gift shop was busy, but he knew exactly where he had to be. His head towered above all the people, and he spotted you, calling you to come join him.
“This wolf plushie is so cute! I’ll buy this wolf plushie! You do like it, right? I really like it and I’ve been wanting to buy it for so long…”
“It’s adorable!” you said to the little wolf pup he held up.
If he wanted that wolf plushie then he could buy it for himself. But you did like the wolf… If you had to take it, then you would. It had gray fur with white patches, pointy ears with black tufts, and a very cute and chubby snout. The material felt soft against your hand when you pet it. You’d love to put it in your bedroom somewhere.
“I feel bad taking this,” you said, “don’t you want it?”
“I do want it… but… It’s yours! It’s supposed to be my thanks for you!”
“Well, it was just a belly rub. I really don’t need any thanks but your word…” But you couldn’t really argue with him. Clearly he wanted to buy it, yet there was no way you’d be able to make him buy it for himself. You’d have to take it and hope that you could take it along for him to hold many times in the future, hopefully at your next meet up.
“What’s your name?” You took your phone from your pocket while he paid at the register. “I’ll make a new contact.”
“I’m Laios!”
Laios… It sounded just as foreign as you expected. He was so cute… You looked at him again from behind, as he took out cash to pay to the gift shop staff, and you felt your heart throb at his handsome chubby cheeks, his ample love handles and thick ass. You walked out the store together with a little paper bag containing the plushie. You offered him your phone.“Okay, you can type your phone number in for me.”
Laios took it and typed in his number. He took a while, his sausage fingers repeatedly making typos. When he double checked it was right, he returned the phone to you.
“Alright, let’s meet up sometime, Laios! Do you wanna walk the rest of the park together now?”
“Oh! That would be really great but…” he looked sadly at his shoes. Or did he? His gut was probably in the way. Maybe he looked at his round gut instead. “I have an appointment with my sister soon, so, maybe later. I’ll have to leave in about ten minutes.”
“Aw, okay,” you said, and you felt a little sad. But you could always meet up again later.
Laios waved goodbye. His big fat hips waddled away towards the exit. You’d definitely message him first. Unless he messaged you before that. Maybe you’d message him right now. What kind of restaurants would he like to visit? You’d have to figure out all the food he likes. You’d take him out and pay for his meals, to return the favor of plush, but also fatten him up a little. Fatten him up… That would be some mighty power to have. You couldn’t wait to become his friend and make him a little fatter!