Randy had just gotten off work and tossed his work clothes aside, dressed only in a pair of red boxer shorts, black socks, and white t-shirt when he dropped down into his gaming chair, a rocker on the floor. Already his cock was chubbing up as he grabbed his tablet and went to his favorite erotica site; CoiledFist. He scrolled to his favorite story, "Krog", and leaned back as his cock tented his boxers.
'I'd give anything to be like Krog,' he thought as he squeezed his bulge. He had been trying to gain weight himself but it was so slow, no matter how much he stuffed himself. He looked down to his belly which hadn't softened much. It barely folded over the waist of his boxers. He recalled the times that he imagined his gut swelling, taking up his entire lap, but that seemed like years off, if it'd ever happen. He was happy to have hit 6'4" during puberty, something he was extremely thankful for even though he wanted more, but it meant he really had to pile on the intake if he hoped to be groping a fat belly around his middle one day.
'I'd give anything to be like Krog,' he thought as he squeezed his bulge. He had been trying to gain weight himself but it was so slow, no matter how much he stuffed himself. He looked down to his belly which hadn't softened much. It barely folded over the waist of his boxers. He recalled the times that he imagined his gut swelling, taking up his entire lap, but that seemed like years off, if it'd ever happen. He was happy to have hit 6'4" during puberty, something he was extremely thankful for even though he wanted more, but it meant he really had to pile on the intake if he hoped to be groping a fat belly around his middle one day.