Part 2: https://fattysmith.tumblr.com/post/621274806893101056/the-laundromat-part-2
The next morning, Will slept soundly through his alarm, which was set for 6 AM. All that food took a while for him to digest, so he lay in bed, rubbing his swollen belly until the pain went away. It was well past 2 AM by the time he finally passed out. At 6:30, his mother woke up Cam, who smugly told her he switched shifts with Will.
She was already upset when she opened the door to his room. Immediately, her nose was hit with the stench of sweat, chocolate ice cream, and dried semen. Without a window open, Will’s room had been steeping all night. The garbage was nearly full with takeout containers, McDonald’s bags, and soda cans. Soiled clothes were strewn all about.
In the far corner, Will was asleep, half-in, half-out of the blankets, his thick legs and soft ass facing the door. He was starting to get some light stretch marks just below his hips—something his mother luckily didn’t notice. She stopped when she saw her son, who at this point was nearly unrecognizable. Over the last five weeks home, Will must’ve put on twenty pounds, which was in addition to the thirty he gained during the first semester. The fifty pounds were mostly fat, so he looked very different from when she last saw him in such an exposed state.
“WILL,” she yelled, “time to get up. You’re late to open!”
Will slowly opened his eyes and began orienting himself. He felt so out of it from the massive feast he ate just hours before. His body hurt, felt almost too heavy to move. But he was also starving.
“Hurry up. And how about you clean this room? It’s like a pigsty in here.”
At this point, Will noticed that his naked backside was in full view of his mother. This mortified him. Would she say anything about it, about how fat he’s gotten, how much he jiggled? He carefully tried to cover himself, but the blankets were all tangled and he wasn’t especially graceful in this very moment.
“Fuck, sorry… I’ll clean it… sorry.” He managed to drag the sheet over his large body, each twist and contortion highlighting the new layer of fat that was beginning to cover everything.
“Yes, you will. There’s some breakfast downstairs if you want.” As she turned to leave, she caught her blurry reflection in the streaked mirror. “Maybe, something light? You’re looking a bit…” she trailed off.
After she left, Will hoisted himself up out of bed—with great effort—and put on the first things he could find.
He was able to make it to the laundromat just in time for the 7AM opening. However, this meant he wasn’t able to have much of a breakfast, save for a couple pop tarts he grabbed on his way out. He felt his stomach churning with hunger, as he took stock of his work for the morning. Not much.
It was probably better he wasn’t able to pig out like he wanted. In his groggy haste, he put on clothes that were way too tight: a pair of 33 skinny jeans that looked anything but skinny on him and a white t-shirt that clung to every fold and bulge of his torso. The jeans were giving him quite a muffin top, which the shirt only accentuated; if he lifted his arms any higher than his shoulders, a soft sliver of belly and love handle came into view. Erring on the side of professionalism, he snagged an oversized flannel in the lost and found to wear over the t-shirt. The thought of eventually outgrowing the over-shirt made him horny for more food.
He put several loads into the washers, several loads into the dryers. The successful coordination and interchange of the two cycles pleased him. He sat down on the tall stool, which was tougher to balance on comfortably now that he was larger, to fold the laundry he had just run through the dryer. It was all still warm.
Will couldn’t help but get distracted by his growing body. It was always with him, always changing, always fatter. He loved the way his arm grazed the roundness of his belly every time he reached across to place a folded article to the side. He would squeeze his blubber every so often to keep the feeling going. His default these days seemed to be a little hungry and horny. Sometimes very hungry and horny. The more he squeezed his fat and felt it in his hands, the hornier he got. His cock was now awake and chubbing up, with almost nowhere to go in his constricting jeans.
As he was absentmindedly rubbing his belly, he realized that Alex was approaching his workstation in the back corner of the laundromat. But, of course.
Will quickly got back to folding, hoping the flannel obscured how turned on he was.
“Hey, it’s me again. Looks like you’re working hard over here,” Alex said and formed an arch smile.
Will smiled uncomfortably. Did he mean hard, like working hard, or hard, like…? He quickly looked down to make sure he wasn’t too exposed. He saw his meaty thighs, spreading out from the stool, the inner fabric of the jeans beginning to wear down from constant friction. He didn’t realize how close he was to blowing out his crotch. He could just make out the outline of his constricted package, but hoped it wasn’t too obscene. Or maybe…
Alex’s eating habits had clearly continued. He was wearing new, looser clothes this time, which obscured his body somewhat. But there was no denying he looked bigger overall. His face had filled in somewhat, softening up his delicate, hard features. Will wondered what was happening beneath the baggy sweater, the designer sweatpants.
“Yeah, you know me,” he managed awkwardly. Alex didn’t even know him at all.
Alex came a bit closer, with a boldness that made Will stop folding the blue striped towel. “Actually, I don’t. But I think I’d like to,” the other boy said softly, as he looked directly into Will’s honey eyes. “I think you’re extremely cute,” he almost whispered.
Will was so taken off guard. This gorgeous stranger in front of him thought he was cute? It never works out this way! He almost didn’t believe it, especially when he remembered how much weight he had gained, how fat his body was becoming. “Really? Uhh—I mean, I’d like that too. You’re so handsome.”
“Thanks. Wait, I don’t even know your name.”
“Yeah, I know,” Will said and gestured to the laundromat in no specific way. Both boys laughed awkwardly.
Will wanted so badly to reach out and touch Alex’s face, his body. Feel how he felt up close. See what that sweater was concealing.
Alex put down his backpack and took out a greasy paper bag. “Sorry if this is, like, too weird, but my friend works over at Frankie’s, and she just gave me a bunch of pastries. Way too many for me to eat by myself.” He casually rubbed his belly, revealing just how round it was getting. “And, it seems like you’re not shy around food—which I think is so hot! You wanna help me out with these?”
This both made sense to Will and didn’t. Like, duh, food with a sexy boy, but yes, it was definitely strange. But then again, he was so hungry. And Frankie’s had the best pastries in the neighborhood—maybe even the city. There was no way he could resist. “Oh wow, really? That sounds great. I actually didn’t have breakfast this morning.”
“Oh no! Yeah, you gotta eat some of these,” Alex said earnestly.
“Overslept—so my stomach’s been growling all morning.” He slapped it lightly, and it continued jiggling. “I can take a break once I finish this up. Give me like five minutes?”
“Yeah, for sure. I interrupted you!” Alex scratched his balls—maybe suggestively—and pulled up a stool at the end of the table. The exposed position definitely accentuated his gains, as the sweater was much tighter when he was seated. A slight lip of fat hung over his waistband, which the maroon sweater failed to swallow and obscure.
Both boys were sweating from the dryers and poor ventilation of the space. Before they started eating, Alex peeled off his sweater. To Will’s delight, his gray undershirt came up a bit with the sweater, revealing soft flesh and thick blonde hair trailing downward. “Whoops,” Alex laughed as he corrected himself. Mottled with sweat, the shirt was much too small to adequately contain his swelling body. His biceps strained at the sleeves, his belly strained at the bottom.
Will felt himself hardening at the sight. He could smell Alex’s sweat and deodorant—the most spiritual mingling. He was hungry.
Alex ripped open the bag, which suggested they wouldn’t need to use the bag for any leftovers. “OK, we got chocolate croissants, almond croissants, razor clams, cinnamon buns, and some good old doughnuts.”
“Wow, your friend doesn’t mess around,” Will said, almost drooling. He took one of the razor clams—a long and flat flaky pastry filled with chocolate and custard—and started eating it demurely. The perfect bite.
Alex started on one of the doughnuts, rather greedily—as if he was showing off for Will. After two doughnuts, the gray shirt was clinging even tighter. His belly was round and hard, sticking out further. Emboldened, Will decided to take off the flannel and reveal his own shape. At this point—after two razor clams and a cinnamon bun—he was starting to feel pretty stuffed. He looked it too. The shirt held onto his love handles tightly—as he wished Alex would. He stretched his arms high above his head and yawned. This revealed much of his belly, up past his belly button, maybe some light stretch marks. Alex was staring, without any intention of hiding the fact.
“Looks like we’ve both been enjoying ourselves lately with food,” Alex said, as he licked custard from his fingers. Will had the sudden image of licking Alex’s fingers himself, licking all of him, so as to claim him. He absentmindedly reached down to his aching bulge and felt his girth. This was unbelievably hot—like a fantasy come true.
Alex noticed Will rubbing his crotch. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” he teased.
“I’m enjoying you,” Will said without thinking but immediately retreated. “Um, I mean… Thanks for these pastries.”
“I’m enjoying you too,” Alex purred and stood up, revealing his significant bulge in the front of his sweats. Will could just make out the head of his thick cock through the thin fabric. Alex came closer to Will and carefully reached out to squeeze his exposed belly. His hands were warm and a little sticky from the pastries. Will shuddered at the sensation—nothing had ever felt so erotic before.
He leaned in to kiss Alex, almost involuntarily. He tasted cinnamon on his lips, felt their plump softness. His hands reached out to meet Alex’s waist. His love handles were smooth and pliable. Their bellies and bulges touched, soft and hard respectively. They leaned into each other hard, rubbing and kissing.
Alex pulled away suddenly. “Is there somewhere more private here? I need to get naked with you.” His eyes flickered with lust, as he took the final doughnut and shoved it in his mouth. Will grabbed Alex’s hand and licked his fingers, one-by-one. His heart was racing.
“Yeah, there’s an office in the back. Come on.” The two boys scurried into the back office, leaving behind their mess of napkins, bags, and crumbs. It was twenty minutes before Cam’s shift started.
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