POV: swim reunion

POV: It's the first swim meet of the new year, and one of your best friends who you barely saw all summer break shows up. At first you're happy to see him, but then you notice is gigantic, bulging, bouncing, meaty gut hanging out over his speedo. You stare in shock, and he knows you're staring. He gives it a pat.

"Haha, yeah...thought you'd notice it" he says, his belly jiggling with every tap.

You can't believe it. Last time you saw him he practically was a body builder, now he looks like a competitive eater. It's not just his gut either. His thighs jiggle with every step, and his speedos barely make it over his huge fat ass. He leans back, holding his gut, and lets out a huge belch.

"URRRRRRRP...shit...sorry about that, had a couple of burgers before I got here, hope I don't cramp up!" he says, patting his proud midsection. 

All you can think about while you're in the pool is that blubbery whale next to you. The water splashes triple as much as it used to, and you can even make out his rolls jiggling with each stroke.

Finally, you get to the showers, and you realise it's just you two. You chat idly, before you turn around to see him (and his hulking gut) leaning over you. You can smell the burgers wafting off of him. The calories churning its way into another roll of flab on his ever-growing body.

"H-hey man" you stutter, stunned that you're this close to so much fat.

"Saw you staring" he smirks, tapping his gut, "think I've gotten bigger"

"Oh...hadn't noticed" you say, trying not to blush, your hands covering the semi that's growing.

"Hehe, that's all good man...I'm glad you noticed..." he says, jiggling his belly. "You know," he begins again, his finger deep into his cavernous belly button, "I'm kinda on a high carb diet."

"Oh yeah?" you ask.

"Yeah, high carb, high calorie, everything," he moans into your ear, "and it's getting kinda hard to stuff it all into me with just two hands. I can't hold all those pizzas and burgers by myself you know."

"Ah," you stutter, hardly believing what you're hearing, "d-do you need me to...spot you?"

He smirks, running his hand up over you, his gut pressing into your flat stomach.

"I thought you'd never ask" he whispers into your ear. All you can feel is his fat, heavy, bloated gut pressing against you...and the rest is history.

(Thought I'd try something new with this post, lemme know what you guys think! If you like I'll try to post more of these.)