After finishing the last slice of dominos pizza, he leaned back, moaning submissively. Country music played as he writhed in a discomfort that transformed into pure, primal sexual energy. The pressure of his overly full belly pressed against his tight white tank top, lead to a new pressure in his white briefs beneath his worn out jeans.
With one hand reaching under his tank top, massaging his belly, he reached with his other hand into his pants. His dick begging for attention. He let out a low grunt as his hairy, rough hand wrapped around his pulsating dick. As he rubbed his small new layer of belly fat, he stroked his dick, already dripping precum.
He had never felt so fuckin good in his life. He didnât know this kind of ecstasy was possible. Waves of warm sexual pleasure radiated from his dick, through his whole body, resonating in his hairy belly.
âWhat the fuck is happening in meâ he grunted under his breath. But deep down, he knew.
It happened to all his buddies, now itâs his turn. The inevitable domestication of American men. For years heâs noticed all his bros gettin fatter and fatter. He couldnât help himself but to look at their bellies. Put into a sort of primal sexual trance. At first it didnât feel sexual. After all he never considered himself gay. But as the years passed, he found himself feeling pleasure as his buddies gradually passed 200 pounds. Almost as if he was hypnotized by the transformation.
And now that he was putting on the inevitable pounds, he noticed his buddies glancing at his new belly. Occasionally bringing up his weight gain, softly teasing him. And the drunker they got, the more attention theyâd give to his belly. It would happen at least once per night. Poking it, placing a hand on it as they joke âyouâre turning into one of us bro!â And every time thereâs a last slice of pizza they say âcome on bro someoneâs gotta take it!â âItâs just a slice broâ âyouâre a growin boy!â With their rural midwestern accent.
In fact, he noticed that these days, most hang out sessions with his buddies ended with them all stoned, drunk, and incredibly full. Incapacitated, watching movies. And he started to love it just as much as they did. He eventually started wearing briefs a size too small, so he could conceal his boner.
He took his hand off his belly, and stroked his dick slowly and gently. He grabbed another can of beer and chugged the whole can without taking his hand off his dick. And as he chugged the sexual pleasure continued to build, unlike anything heâd ever felt. He threw the empty can into the garbage across the room and slapped his belly, and immediately almost came. But heâs a good American fatboy, and heâs not ready to cum just yet.
He leaned forward and pulled his briefs over his dick, and grabbed the red flannel shirt on his chair. He pulled the sleeves over his arms, and began buttoning the shirt over his noticeably thicker belly. The shirt was tighter than before. He then pulled his pants up so that the shirt would be neatly tucked in. He stood there struggling to button his jeans, his new belly fat pressing against his hairy arms as he struggled to reach the button. eventually he got it to work. He felt his belly push out over his jeans. The tight pants made the size of his underbelly much more noticeable. He tried to suck it in, just for fun, to no effect.
âTime to go to Walmart and show all the other men what a good boy Iâve beenâ he said to himself with his deep voice.
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