"Oof!" Shuichi groaned as he slid his new pair of booty shorts over his round, bubble butt.
"I just bought these a week ago! Man, we really need a new dryer! That thing is shrinking everything!"
After five minutes of intense battling with the button of his pants, sweat was causing the bubble-gum-haired pop star's blubbery, shirtless belly to glisten. With a grunt Shuichi slide the shorts down, once again fighting his massive rear, and decided just to go around Yuki's apartment in his now skin-tight boxers.
Yuki had been so affectionate lately. Buying Shuichi food, complimenting him, grabbing his booty, and oh dear God the sex. It was constant and hot as could be.
However, lately Shuichi had noticed that he and Yuki's "sessions" were taking longer than usual. Yuki became out of breath a little easier, and was drenched in sweat by the time they were done. Shuichi wasn't sure why, but maybe it had to do with how much less Yuki had been smoking, and how much more he had been eating.
Every time Shuichi managed to cram himself into his all-too-tight outfits, the two of them would go out and buy a feast. And usually Shuichi ate a good two-thirds of what they bought, but now it seemed Yuki was eating almost all of their personal buffets. Shuichi didn't mind. Yuki's tummy swelled up like a beach ball, which gave Shuichi the opportunity to rub and caress it, Yuki too bloated to fully grasp what was going on.
Shuichi had asked Yuki to quit smoking, and with Shuichi's new found "sex-appeal" (his enormous ass, and jiggly belly) Yuki had reluctantly agreed. The novelist found his shoving whatever he could into his mouth to replace the cigarettes. This was often his small lover's lips, but more often chocolate or sweets.
"Yuki!" Shuichi called out, wadling his way to Yuki's study. "I'm hungry! Let's get something to eat!"
Carefully, the young pop star peeked Yuki's study door open. His jaw dropped at what he saw.
There was his slim, or maybe not-so-slim, lover passed out in his chair by his computer. It had been so hot lately, Yuki's outift matched Shuichi's, just a pair of boxers.
The writer's once toned, slim waist was rounded and soft. A decent pot belly sitting atop chunkier thighs.His chest had softened a tad, no where need Shuichi's little moobs, but softened nonetheless.
Candy bar wrappers littered the floor, and a small trickle of droll ran from the author's chocolate-stained mouth.
Daringly, Shuichi sauntered over. Putting his big, round butt in Yuki's lap, the lover's distended bellies meeting for the first time, Shuichi gently and sweetly prssed his ips against his lover's.
God Yuki looked hot all chubby and stuff the young pink-haired boy though, oblivious to the twenty or so pounds he'd picked up in the past few months.
Yuki's tired eyes batted open and
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