Show Off: Part Three

Tyrone and Mikey did the honours of drying me – dabbing at my belly with the rough towels so that my phenomenal gut wobbled and jiggled like the world’s biggest Jell-O. Tyrone’s stupendous biceps flexed into massive peaks as he lifted first one then the other of my gigantic tits while Mikey tenderly dried beneath each one. As my right breast flopped back down onto my quivering belly Mikey quickly took the nipple into his mouth, suckling for a moment on my heavy teat. God, it felt so good to feel his soft, warm mouth sucking on my engorged nipple.

“Back off Mikey,” warned Bradley. “This fat pig is mine. All mine.”

The two boys finished drying me and then joined their buddies in a semi-circle around me. I noticed that while I had been in the shower some guys had dragged the school’s scales into the centre of the room. But they weren’t the scales that were usually there for guys to weigh themselves on during gym class.

“Aren’t those . . . ?” I asked.

Bradley smiled, revealing his perfect white teeth. “Yeah, fat boy. We couldn’t fit all your fucking blubber onto the scales we all use. Let’s just say we tested it with four of us getting on, and you easily weigh more than four of us.” They all laughed. “So, my blubbery friend, we got these scales from the loading bay. Figured this was the only way to find out how big that fucking stomach of yours is, you greedy fuck. Figured we all want to know just how much weight you’ve gained eating like a damn pig every day of your greedy, gluttonous life. Get this hog on the scales boys!”

With a couple of jocks helping me I lumbered my gigantic body onto the weighing platform, and everyone gasped as the contraption creaked and groaned in protest.

“Careful,” shouted one of the beefier boys; naked now and sporting a nice firm paunch and beer can-thick cock in front of him, “this beast is gonna break the damn scale!” More mocking laughter followed as the machine settled down and Bradley moved over to the controls. He smiled broadly as he prepared to flip the switch.

“Look out guys – we don’t know whether this scale can take someone who weighs as much as a baby elephant! Get ready to run!” He pressed firmly on the button and the digital display blinked to life. A low moan began deep inside the scales’ apparatus; the boys instinctively moved back. Slowly the moan developed into a whirring sound, and suddenly the numbers on the display leapt to life. They raced past 200lbs in no time, and then climbed rapidly. 300lbs. 400lbs. 500lbs. Up and up they went.

“Holy fuck!” called out Mikey over the humming of the scales. “He’s over 500 fucking pounds!!”

On and on the numbers went, but slower now. 550lbs. 600lbs. 625lbs. And then they shot up one last time before coming to rest. Bradley stepped forward to read out the final figure, placing one hand on my bulging stomach to steady himself.

“684lbs!”

There was absolute silence in the locker-room as the stunned faces tried to register the fact that they were in the presence of someone who weighed considerably more than a quarter of a ton. Bradley’s throbbing cock was dribbling pre-cum as he contemplated the sight in front of him; panting with desire. His hand didn’t leave my belly, but started gently to knead the soft, yielding flesh of my vast stomach. For the first time in our encounter he took his eyes away from my huge gut, and although he was speaking to his jock buddies, he was looking deep into my eyes.

“Get the baby oil.”

OKAY, THAT ONE WAS A FREEBIE - BUT FOR THE FOURTH AND FINAL INSTALMENT (AND BOY IS IT HOT!) SOMEONE NEEDS TO LEAVE A COMMENT! :-)