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This page contains the various stories I've written over the years. Each can be read here or on my various online galleries. Depending on demand, I may make PDF versions available. I may also be updating these stories at some point in the future! We'll see!

• Thunderbutt 1

My first story and the story featuring my original character Thunderbutt. This story is not the first chronologically in the series but the series is also a very loose collection of ideas. In this story, the main character, Thunderbutt (TB for short) enjoys quite the feast at a buffet and has some "fun" afterward.Contains: a very obese protagonist, eating, farting, and some mild sexual stuff.

• Thunderbutt 2

The second story in the Thunderbutt series. This one sees him tormenting a few people in public while a young buck becomes enamored with him. It also has the movie theater scene that I know a lot of people enjoyed!Contains: a very obese protagonist, eating, farting, and some mild sexual stuff.

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Thunderbutt 1
By R. S.

I groan as I release another fart that roars out of my giant ass.  The room trembles and the guys tending to me just chuckle softly.  It's nothing new.  The stench has permeated the walls of the house and every room stinks heavily of me and my gas.  Everything has been moved from behind my titanic rear end after I blew up big enough to fart over furniture.  Though the fattening stimulants my lover gives me surely don't help with that.  When I was smaller- much smaller- I was embarrassed whenever I passed gas.  Now I'm encouraged to by the three men in my house.  It's not like I can control it anyway.After all I'm a 1500 pound man with massive proportions.  My flabby gut is wide and sticks out feet away from me, down past my knees.  My tits are enormous and wrap around my fat body, lifting my enormous arms.  My thighs are gigantic.  Each one is probably bigger than some little 400 pounder.  My face is bloated and chubby, goatee stopping neatly on my real chin.  It frames the giant double one hanging below it.  Though my ass... Well that's another story.  It sticks out a good 3 feet from my back and is well over 6 wide.  It's what I'm most proud of.I fart again, massively.  The force shakes my fat and the walls tremble with it's mighty rumble.  The two, stocky men rubbing my gut down with lotion just smile and encourage me to do another.  I smile back at them and let my gut gurgle and groan before my ass expels another enormous fart.  As the room shakes, my boyfriend walks in, fanning his nose playfully.  He's not like me at all- not physically anyway.  He's got a tight, well toned body.  Not too muscular, but still plenty strong.  He smiles at me, brown eyes shining and places a hand on my gut.  He's up to something."Hungry, babe?" he asks, knowing the answer."Of course," I say in my deep, thick voice."Good.  I'm in the mood to go out."I raise an eyebrow and look at the two men who finish with the lotion.  Go out?  I barely move as it is.  I get help from the two men to get up and go to the bathroom, the pool, maybe the kitchen if I'm feeling extra gluttonous, or the bed.  Besides, I barely have any clothes and what I do have isn't suitable for going out in.  As I'm about to ask, my boyfriend just chuckles and has the two aids grab some boxes.  They're pretty big and are only marked with the logo of the delivery company that shipped them.  The tape tears and they pull out what appears to be cloth."I even got you a present," my boyfriend says, taking the black fabric.He unfurls it and has the men take a corner.  They walk away from each other, pulling out the fabric until I can recognize what it is.  It's the biggest pair of dress pants I've ever seen.  The waist is elastic too- a sign.  They drop it down so all three of them can hold up an enormous steel blue button down.  I can feel my manhood twitch as I see the enormous clothing.  It's far too exciting to see the sizes that had to be ordered for me.  They set down the shirt and the two aids each get under a fat arm.  They're pretty big themselves, but under my arms they're tiny.  I grunt and groan, farting massively from the effort.  My flab wobbles with the room and the men under me brace themselves to prevent me from falling.  I just smile and rise up to my full 6'6".  Not only do I dwarf everyone in the room with me weight, but my height makes me look like a giant king.  My boyfriend grabs a pair of enormous briefs and I lift a fat foot up and step into them.  I've done this before so it's not as hard as it seems.  The men take a side and pull up the briefs as I'm situated completely.  Of course, my boyfriend has to risk hauling them up from behind.  They get caught under my giant asscheeks and being behind me is quite dangerous at my size.  I grunt and try to hold my fart until the underwear are up.  My boyfriend pats my side as a signal and I sigh as another thundering fart rumbles out.  Next is the pants.  We do the same routine, but have the pants pulled up over my gargantuan gut.  I don't like them like this, but I need the support.  The pants are pulled up without a hitch and fastened neatly in the front.  I help pull the shirt on and let everyone else do up the buttons.  The shirt bunches at the shelf of my butt and hangs low over my gut.  They go to fix the back but I hold them back."I like it like that," I say with a smirk.Most men of my size are at other's beck and call, but I'm the one in charge.  I waddle heavily to a reinforced couch.  I swear the room shakes under my heavy steps.  I turn and slowly lower my mass down, groaning happily as the room trembles once again under me.  I hold my feet out as my socks are pulled on and my extra big, extra wide canvas shoes are put on.  They offer me enough support to walk and enough room to be comfortable, but I enjoy them for their style.  Now I'm dressed and it's time to go to the car.  The men get under my arms again and I heave myself up.  I grunt and shift my weight toward the quadruple sized door.  My fat hips brush the sides and get wedged a bit.  I grunt and the men step back to push on my pillowy ass.  I grunt and blast out another fart, the men grabbing my waist band as I do.  I just smile and am freed from the door thanks to my powerful gas.I lumber out to the van.  The trunk door is already up and ready for me.  I stand in front of it and lean forward, making the vehicle dip.  Everyone pushes on my ass again, trying to shove me in.  The black fabric, clad butt blocks all view of everything as I squeeze and wiggle my way into the back.  There's plenty of struggling and my face gets plenty red.  I can feel the sweat forming as I heave and haul my hugeness into the back of the once roomy van.  It isn't comfortable really.  All the back seats have been removed, but I'm wedged in with little room to move.  As the door is shut and jammed against my ass, I grunt and fart again.  The van instantly stinks and the trunk door rattles.  It almost blows open, but everyone keeps it down as they hear and feel my gas thunder.  I sigh happily and my gut growls.  We have to get moving.The front door opens and my partner gets in.  He shuts the door and turns back to face me, smirking."If you think I'm rolling down the windows, you've got another thing coming," he said as he started the engine.The two big aids got into their car, no longer able to fit in the van. Then again there were only 2 seats left since I took up all of the room. They pulled out first and we followed. The van was sagging deeply under my weight as we drove. Soon we'd need something much bigger and stronger if I was to be transported anywhere. As I thought about having to ride in the back of a much larger truck, I farted deeply. If was muffled a bit by my immense tonnage that was smashed against the trunk door, but it was still loud enough to be heard outside. Though the smell wasn't the least bit pleasant... at least not to anyone but us two in the van. I saw my boyfriend take a peak at me in the mirror as my fart subsided. The whole van had been vibrating and it felt good. After a few more minutes we pulled up to a somewhat small, trendy restaurant. I looked around the parking lot and saw very few cars. Maybe they weren't busy?"Normally I'd want you out with other people around," said my boyfriend as he parked the rank van.  "But tonight I wanted you to get whatever you wanted.  The only people here tonight are us, the chefs, the owner, and the waiters.  You can have as much as you want and do as you please."I smiled.  I was in control yet again.  Good.  I felt a bit of cool air rush in as the door was opened behind me.  Me enormous ass was now free from it's confines.  I grunted and pushed off the sides of the van to slide out.  This was the tough part.  I heard the rattling of wheels and metallic clunks.  Someone had come out to join us apparently.  I felt the strong hands of the aids grab onto my sides and pull as I pushed.  They grunted and their muscles tensed as they guided me as best the could onto a cart.  The cart was far too low to the ground though so I ended up in a pretty bad position.  My fat legs were stuck in the air, still in the van, and my immense ass was crushing the cart.  My gut and tits were squished against my face as everyone moved my legs to get me out.  I sighed, relieved, as everything settled and the door closed."That was tough," I said to everyone.A somewhat pudgy, young man in chef's whites walked in front of me.  He was cute.  His eyes had grown big and full of awe as he saw me, a smile creeping onto his chubby face.  A chubby hand was held out and I lifted my huge arm to take it.  My hand dwarfed his as I shook it and he seemed even more pleased."Its great to finally meet you.  I'm Kyle, the executive chef and owner of this place.  I'm really excited for you to be joining us tonight," the pudgy chef said, a tad nervous sounding."It's great to be here.  Now someone help me up so I can get in this place," I said, looking to the aids.Normally I'd be happy to be wheeled in, but I wanted to impress our gracious host.  The guys got under my arms and helped me up with red faces and perspiration forming from all the work they had to do with me today.  I started for the doors and was stopped.  Kyle told me to go around the back since the doors in front were nowhere near big enough for me to get through.  I nodded, fat chin squishing, and waddled heavily to the back.  Everyone walked behind me as I did so for two reasons.  One was to be in a good position to catch me, the other was to watch the huge planets that were my ass shift up and down heavily and bounce with each step.  Of course, being there was dangerous with my flatulence, but it was a good risk to take.  I got to the back door, sweating now and ready to sit down.  The door was rather big but then again so were my hips.  My boyfriend and the aids walked forward to open them for me leaving Kyle behind.  I got a mischievous smirk on my face that the guys noticed.  They merely looked back at Kyle as if to say, "Sorry" as my body started to wobble from the roar of one of my inhuman farts sounded.  I could hear birds fly away, a car alarm went off, and I could feel the immense wind flow forth, knowing that Kyle was probably going to be knocked on his chubby rear.  I saw everyone start to chuckle as the fart subsided and turned my bulk around.  Kyle's neatly done hair was blown back and he indeed had been knocked over onto the pavement.  He got up and dusted himself off, nose wrinkled a bit.  Even outside it stunk."Sorry.  Forgot to warn you," I chuckled before rumbling up the ramp and toward the door.I squeezed in through the wide loading door.  I noticed the sides were somewhat moist... It was oil.  Kyle had been warned apparently.  I just smiled and slid in, my new shirt now with a bit of oil on it.  It didn't matter though since it was already pretty sweaty.  The waiters were inside, two pulling in a wide, sturdy looking bench.  Wood though.  It wouldn't last the night.  They were all pretty lean or muscular.  Nice eyecandy really, but what did they think of me?  My thought seemed to have been read as they all stopped what they were preparing to look at me with wide smiles.  This Kyle knew what he was doing."We heard that fart," a dark haired, muscular one said as he leaned against the wall closest to the door.I looked to my side, fat bunching up, and saw him.  He was smiling, arms folded across his chest.  He was about 5'8" so he was shorter than me- big shock.  However he was quite happy to see me it seemed so I took his little comment as a compliment.  The two that had been carrying in the bench finished nestling it in the middle of the cleared out dining room and motioned me forward.  I waddled forward hearing pots and glasses clink together as the ground shook under each step.  I just smiled and lowered myself down onto the bench.  The waiters watched silently as my giant ass and thighs spread out hugely, covering the bench completely.  I shuffled a bit on the bench before letting out another bomb of a fart.  I felt the bench tremble under me and the floor vibrate under my feet.  Around me a few men coughed and cheered making me smile.  This was going to be a good night."Grant told me all of your favorites," Kyle said, walking up to me.  "And you get to eat all of it."My gut growled in response and I gave it a slow rub.  It was time to feast.  My nose twitched as I smelled something other than my stench.  Waiters poured out of the kitchen with carts loaded with food.  Grilled meats and veggies, giant bowls and pans of pasta, every type of bread, bowls and bowls of baked beans, woodfired pizzas, and gallons of soft drinks.  I could feel the drool forming in the corners of my plump lips.  I licked them and tried to decide what I wanted first.  I pulled the pasta cart closer to me and peered over my options.  I didn't care how heavy a dish was, I wanted it all.  My eyes fell upon a rather thick looking alfredo.  Noodles, chicken, and broccoli all bathed in that thick cream sauce... I couldn't resist.  There were some tongs to serve it with, but I quickly tossed those aside.  I loved being fed, but only after I was too tired to feed myself.  It was getting tougher to do the bigger I got, but I didn't care.  Leaning a bit, I grabbed the big ceramic bowl of pasta with a fat hand and brought it to my gut.  I took it in both hands, raised it up, and opened wide.  I could hear little gasps or squeals around me and felt all of the eyes watching me.  Tipping the bowl to my open mouth, I let the delicious, warm meal slid in.  Sauce dribbled out the side of my mouth and I barely paused to chew.  The slopping of the thick sauce echoed in the silence as I gorged.  My shirt was getting white splatters on it from the dripping sauce, but I could care less.  I set the big bowl down on the cart again once it was empty.  My mouth and chins were a mess, but I stopped the guys that came forward to clean me.  My gut felt heavier and I belched long, loud, and deep.  The eruption carried out throughout the restaurant, making men smile and I was getting plenty excited.  I grabbed a bowl of spaghetti and huge meat balls next."Can't swallow these," I joked, picking one up with my pudgy fingers.The meatballs were like grapefruits.  This Kyle knew how to cook.  I took a big bite out of one and moaned a bit.  It was juicy and perfectly seasoned.  The sauce around the outside got all over my mouth and I was in heaven.  One by one the delicious meatballs were devoured and weighing my gut down some more.  I belched massively again, but still felt a bit bloated.  I grunted and leaned to the side a bit to let out a fart that even surprised me.  It rumbled out deeply, sending my fat in waves and the floor bouncing.  I sighed happily as the stench wafted around the guys.  Their jokes to each other were lost on me as I started to gulp down the rest of the pasta as I had done earlier.  I set the empty bowl down and instantly grabbed the next.  I needed more...------Hours later I had men on either side of me.  I had tired of feeding myself halfway through so I had waiters take turns feeding me.  They were all too excited to do so- I could feel it poking into my blubbery sides.  My shirt was bulging around me, buttons straining to hold.  My pants had stretched as best as they could as my gut tried to contain the pounds of food I had consumed.  I sat there, food staining my shirt and smeared around my face.  During my feeding I had fired off a few good farts and the as the foods were consumed, their delicious scents were quickly killed off by my stink.  I groaned and belched for a good ten seconds, a couple buttons bursting off of my shirt and clattering away from me.  I motioned for my pants to be undone and the nearest waiter jumped up and unfastened them.  I groaned in pleasure as the zipper shot down and my bare gut was visible.  My eyes rolled back and my eyelids shut as I farted in ecstasy.  My fat rolled and waved as my gigantic rear end expelled a huge amount of gas.  I smiled wide, mouth ajar as the fart drew on and on.  Ten seconds turned to fifteen as the roar of my fart carried on.  Men behind me moved to be in front of me, afraid of being blasted away.

Finally after 30 seconds I had finished.  We could all hear the bench groan and the room settle a bit.  The smell was intense.  Men fanned their noses and tried to escape it, but they were trapped."Someone get right behind him.  You got more in there, right big fella?" a waiter asked me."Of course I do.  But you don't want to be stuck back there," I said lazily before chuckling a bit."I'll do it," said the same guy that had complimented me earlier.I smiled a bit at him as he walked closer.  He gave my gut a pat and I belched again.  Next thing I knew he was gasping at the sight of my huge rear end.  As I said, I was proud of it.  Both cheeks were just massive, soft, globes of fat.  I could crush cars with it.  Elephants would be jealous of me.  I waited until he was situated.  They told me he was seated with his legs under the bench.  He reached up and grabbed my waistband before wrapping his legs around the legs of the bench.  His face was right in the middle of my ass and I grinned.  He was nuts."I'm not gonna go easy on you, little man," I said, feeling the pressure build up."Good.  I don't want you to," he said, giving my right cheek a bit of a nuzzle.My boyfriend just smiled cheekily from his spot in front of me.  He had done this before, but ever since I reached 1500, he'd been a bit more wary.  The appetite stimulants and weight gaining drinks he had and still gives me had forced my body to create a lot of excess gas.  As I grew, so did the intensity of the gas.  I shifted a bit, feeling his face against my ass as I relaxed.  I closed my eyes and gave a slight push.  The gas shifted and was begging to be released.  With no notice at all, the fart roared forth mightily.  I groaned from the pleasure of the enormous fart.  It reverberated off of the walls and I could swear they bulged.  I could feel his grip tighten on my waistband as I farted."Damn, look at him!""It's like he's in a friggin' wind tunnel!""Damn that stink has to be terrible right there..."I could barely hear them over the immense power of my fart.  Around 20 seconds passed and it died down.  I sighed and nodded approvingly.  It was a good one alright.  The waiter pulled himself up using my waistband and walked back around me.  He was walking a little funny and there was a slightly noticeable spot on his crotch where he had obviously shot his load.  His hair was a mess and his shirt looked ravished.  When he leaned down to kiss my cheek I could smell my gas on him.  Now that was a interesting experience."So how was it, babe?" my boyfriend asked, crossing his arms across his chest and smiling."Oh just awesome," I said, smiling wide, cheeks dimpling."Let's get you home and have some real fun," he said, leaning over my huge gut to kiss my messy lips."I think I like that idea," I said, belching deeply in his face.Hopefully I could do this again.

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Thunderbutt 2
By R. S.

I waddled heavily toward the wide doors.  My massive, fat feet pounded on the concrete as we drew closer to the poor mall.  I say poor because the mall hasn't seen me in ages.  The last time I was inside was when I was a puny 400 pound twig.  I just smirk and keep waddling toward the doors.  My enormous gut touches them as they start to open automatically so I can feel them slide open against my gut.  I just groan a little and my lovely, ripped boyfriend just pats my side happily.The cool air rushes over me as I lumber inside.  No one notices at first but the slight tremors I create make people turn.  When they do they see me.  They see my 6'6", 1500 pound body clad in an orange v-neck t-shirt and grey sweats that could fit an army but that are still straining slightly from being around my enormous body.  I pause to take them in as they take me in before I continue on.My vast stomach growls.  I lumber heavily, enjoying the feeling of my titanic butt shift in my tight sweats.  Though despite how much I love the feeling I'm still in pain.  Hunger pain actually.  I haven't eaten in two whole hours and I am starving.  It doesn't help that I can smell the food court either.  Cinnamon buns, Chinese, pizza, corn dogs, Mexican... it all smells so amazing.  I can feel the beads of sweat starting to fall down my face, back, and chest as I make my tough journey to the court.  The exertion is almost too much now.  I have to swing each blubbery leg in front of the other causing my butt to bounce and my gut to roll and shift, but I can do it if I have a goal.I groan from having to walk so much, but the smells are getting stronger.  Damn I want that food.  I stop in front of the escalator and my boyfriend stops next to me.  We look at the two sets of moving stairs and realize I'm as wide as the two of them combined.  I groan and place my massive hand on the lowest part of my belly as I can reach as it groans and burbles deeply.  My digestive system has been out of whack ever since I started growing and my legendary gas is a permanent fixture.  I rub slowly over the part of my gut that I can reach as I ease out a deep, bellowing fart.  I can feel my massive butt cheeks vibrate and jiggle as the deep fart rumbles out.  My boyfriend slips his hand over the top of the cheek he's closest to and grabs at a big hunk of the fat.  The smell of the food has now almost entirely been replaced by my beautifully rank stench.  The groans of disgust merely make me smile."Go on a diet you freaking sack of lard!  Jeez, have some damn respect!" shouts some douche teenager in streetwear.I just turn to him and laugh, my gut bouncing, "Please.  I could smother you in my ass you little twit.""I'd like to see you try, freak!" he shouts back."You go play with the kid while I go ask mall staff about the elevator," my boyfriend smiles.I nod to him and turn my attention back to the kid who still hasn't shut up.  I waddle toward him and he starts to ease up on his name calling as the tiled floor shudders beneath his feet.  My belly presses into him, folding around him a little and I stare down it at him.  His mouth hangs open when he sees how massive I am compared to his stick like body."So, you wanted to see me try to smother you huh?" I ask him with a smirk."Listen dude, I just... Look, I'm sorry, I," he stammers, but I start to turn around.  "No, no... please!"He tries to run, but notices that I've pushed him back against a wall.  I can feel his hands press into my butt cheeks as they slowly press into him.  Soon he's treated to my back and prize ass.  There's a small line of sweat on the back of my shirt and asscrack that I can feel and he can sure see.  I shuffle back a bit, pressing the punk into my deep crack.  His head is sticking out the top and his yells are muffled by my copious back-fat.  I place my hands down on my belly again and push a little on the soft, doughy expanse.  I feel the gas inside shift and move down to my ass where it's released in one big, deep blast.  The stench is awful, to him anyway, and he's trapped."Oh God!  Come on!  I'm sorry!  Ugh... let me out!" he coughs as I get ready again.Another deep blast rumbles out and the whole wall vibrates behind me.  I can feel him squirm and cough, trying to escape as I let up and slowly turn my mass around."So?" I ask, laughing and inhaling the stench."I'm sorry... way sorry, dude..." he says as he tries to steady himself on his now jelly like legs.  "Please, no more.""I'll stop.  But you're mine for the rest of the day, kid," I say, placing my giant hand on his scrawny shoulder."W-what?" he asks with wide eyes."I only brought my man with me.  No aides.  You get to help me today because of it."He sighs but nods knowing what I can do to him.  My boyfriend comes back with news and as I turn to face him I can see the kid sniffing his baggy shirt and wincing."The elevator holds up to a ton, but there's no room in it for the two of us or for you to get through the doors so they're going to let us use the elevator that takes the food deliveries up to the food court," my boyfriend says, looking at the kid.  "Who's he?""New servant," I smirk."I can smell your mark on him," my boyfriend laughs.We head out of the mall again and down the walkway a bit.  I've got sweat running down my bloated face and stains are appearing on my shirt as I have to exert myself.  The kid is fanning out his little black t-shirt and searching the pockets of his silly skinny jeans for something that could cover the smell no doubt.  We finally arrive at the elevator that's in a little alcove that is near the loading dock.  A couple of the mall workers have called the elevator and usher me in.  I walk into it, my mammoth butt pressing up against the doors as I try to shove myself forward enough.  One of the workers reaches over my butt and hits the button for me.  I thank him feel the doors close against the farthest part of my butt.  I feel amazing as I almost fill the entire thing.I ride the elevator up and wait for the doors in front of me to open.  It's one of those double sided door elevators which is even better for me since I can't very well back out of the elevator.  I lumber out and hit the button to bring it back down before the delicious smells start to get to me.  They're stronger now that I'm right next to them and they're amazing.  I let out a little moan and smile as I see people milling around the food court, pretending not to stare at me.As I focus on food the elevator comes back up and my boyfriend and the kid come out.  My boyfriend is busy going through his wallet, counting the cash.  He pulls out a hundred and rattles off instructions to the kid.  I smirk knowing that the kid isn't going to bolt with the money.  He knows what'll happen if he does after all."Okay hun, you go grab a table and I'll get some food with the kid," my boyfriend tells me as he pats my sweaty gut.I nod and lumber to a group of 4 tables that are pushed into a square.  I pull out a couple chairs, hike up the legs of my sweats a bit, and slowly ease myself down.  I jiggle a little as I finally land, shifting my gargantuan ass onto the puny metal chairs.  My butt fat is squished into the decorative patter in the backs, hangs over the tops of the backs, and certainly hands off the sides.  My belly is shoved against the two tables in front of me, fat flopping onto the tabletops.The kid finally returns with trays of pizza and Chinese.  He sets them down and tells me there's more coming as he scampers off for the next order.  My boyfriend comes over with a mountain of corn dogs and piles of combo meals.  It all smells so good and I can feel the warm steam collect on my belly.  I groan a little as the kid comes back with a pyramid of burritos and a mound of cheesesteaks."Okay, hun.  You ready?""You bet.  Bring it on you two," I grin before opening wide.My boyfriend starts to feed me the pizza.  I chomp away at the greasy slices, cheese and sauce collecting in the corners of my mouth and on my cheeks.  Grease drips down into my goatee and I just chuckle deeply.  Next come the burgers and fries.  I can finish entire double cheeseburgers in three bites and whole sides of fries in one.  I can see the kid fidgeting out of the corner of my eye and turn to him.  I let out a deep, baritone belch that smells of the spicy pizza sauce and the salty fries right at him.  I watch as his light brown, shoulder length hair is lifted slightly and his cheeks turn a rather cute shade of pink."Yeah, kid?" I ask him as I take a swig of soda from one of the tankards the burger place gives out."Uh... you think maybe I could give that a try?" he asks, shifting a little."What?  Feed me?" I smirk, knowing full well that's what he wants.He nods a little and his cheeks go from pink to rosy.  I motion him over and he steps closer, picking up one of the burritos.  He holds it up to my open mouth and I take a big bite.  A little rice and some beans fall out onto my chest.  He picks them up with his free hand and stuffs them between my plump lips.  I raise my eyebrows a bit and look to my boyfriend as I chew.  He smiles back and speaks up for me."So, kid.  You done this before?""No, but... I've kind of thought about it.  I made fun of him to get his attention really.  I didn't want to like... perv out or anything.  Though I guess my way wasn't the best, was it?" he says, stuffing the rest of the burrito in."I guess, but we like the attention.  It was part of the reason we came to the mall today," says my boyfriend as he stuffs me with another burrito.  "How old are you?"He waits for me to open up again before dumping most of a fried rice container into me, "18.  Just graduated a few months ago."The continue to chat as they feed me.  I can feel the kid is actually kind of excited as he leans on me to feed me.  He tries to take a hold of his hormones as he makes small talk, but clearly can't hold out.  They talk about how he wants to go to college, but needs money to do so.  My boyfriend tells him that as I get bigger they need more help so if the kid is willing, we could pay him to be a third caretaker."Wow, that's... an odd offer.  I'm going to have to think about it," he chuckles as he gropes for the last burrito on the tray."You'll get lodging for free of course," my boyfriend smiles as he stacks the empty trays and takes them to the trashcan.I swallow the last of the burritos and groan.  My gut is pretty full now, making my shirt a little more tight on me.  I grunt and heave out a belch, brow furrowing and eyes closed tight as I erupt.  When I finally finish I look around and see people staring.  When they see me looking they snap back to whatever it is they're doing, too afraid to say anything."Help me up, guys," I grunt out.The each take an arm and help me up slowly.  As I get up off the chairs and straighten out my enormous legs, I ease out a bellowing fart.  The floor vibrates under me, the chairs I was on clattering around a bit and the tables behind me getting pushed slightly.  The food court smelled great before, but now the air is thick with my stink.  People get up and move further away causing me to smile devilishly.  Now this is power."D-damn," the kid stammers, swallowing hard."You okay, kid?" I smirk.He nods and rubs his face a little, chuckling nervously, "Yeah, no.  I just, uh... it's just so impressive."I stretch a little, my shirt riding up some, exposing a patch of belly.  My boyfriend tugs it down and then checks his watch."Hm, I think we have enough time to make the movie if we get going," he says, hooking his arm in mine."Movie?  I guess I should leave you two alone then.  I'll give you my-""No, no," I smile.  "I said all day and I mean it."He stands there slack-jawed as my boyfriend and I start lumbering toward the theater.  As I walk, my mammoth shifting buttcheeks release another bomb of a fart.  The deep, thundering sound reverberates across the food court and the kid is blasted over again.  I see him catch up to my other side and walk along with us, smiling slightly.It's a slow trek to the theater of course.  Barely outside of the food court I'm sweating again, stains growing darker and breathing getting shallower.  My waddling grows a little heavier as I have to focus on using my energy to shove one leg past the other.  We pass by stores where people stop to stare, but still no one says anything.  I wheeze a little and rip another fart as we pass by a men's store.  I can just barely hear the plant in the large pot behind me rustle with the stinking wind.  Once it dies down people cough and moan, but I just smile making my red, sweaty cheeks dimple.We finally make it to the theater and I lean against a wall with the kid to catch my breath as my boyfriend goes to get the tickets.  The kid stares at me as I do so, making me chuckle shallowly."Yeah?" I ask between breaths."Just admiring.  If that's okay with you," he smiles, still blushing."Of course.  The more you do the better I feel," I chuckle.My boyfriend returns with the tickets and we lumber to the side of the theater it's on.  I manage to squeeze into the wide double doors but the hallway on the side of the auditorium looks small.  I give it a second's thought and trudge on.  I have to sit my mass down because it's sure weighing on my legs.  I waddle into the hall and my fat lovehandles and hips touch the sides of the velvet walls.  I squeeze through it, slowly, feeling the walls on either side of me.  It's amazing how good it feels to fill an entire hallway.  I moan a little and free myself into the more open area of the auditorium."Anywhere you want to sit, hun?" my boyfriend asks from behind me."Yeah, over here," I say as I lumber toward the floor seats.The place is moderately crowded, but there aren't 6 seats open up in the main area and there's no way I can get up the stairs.  My boyfriend goes in ahead of me and I tell him where I want to sit.  As he walks by the seats he lifts up the armrests and motions me in.  I squeeze into the aisle sideways with a grunt.  My butt hangs over the backs of the chairs and my belly flops over the tops of the ones in front of me.  Once I reach the four seats he lifted the rests of I ease myself down.  The floor trembles under me a little as I land, my butt filling up all 4 of the seats and squeezing between every crevasse there is.  My belly hangs out in front of me almost to the floor, over the tops of the seats, and between each one."Kid, go tell them I want one of their garbage bags of popcorn and the biggest size drink they have,"  I tell him as he stands behind our seats getting cash from my boyfriend."Got it," he smiles as he scampers off to the concession stand.The lights start to go down as the previews start.  I settle in and look toward the hallways as some late comers enter.  They can't see all that well in the dark theater and they shuffle their way into the seats in front of me.  When they turn to pull the seats down they stare in awe at me.  I just smile and motion them to sit and, of course, they do.The kid finally returns during the second preview with my mammoth bag of popcorn and my jug of soda.  The people in front of us shift in their seats as they feel my warm, sweaty, and now rather musky fat surround them.  I start to eat the popcorn eagerly despite how much I've already eaten.  The kid hands me big mounds of popcorn, focused more on me than the screen.I can feel a big one building up in my gut as we sit there.  I release a deep belch that sounds throughout the auditorium, prompting a few jeers from the crowd.  They know I can't get up and that I can't see them in the dark so they must feel braver to yell at me.  Though despite the huge belch I still have that burbling inside of the pit of my vast belly.A preview for a big action flick comes on.  It's full of loud gunfire, yelling, explosions and more that makes the room vibrate deeply with the power of the surround sound.  Though all of the excitement is soon drowned out by the immense sound of a fart.  My fart.  I'm leaning forward a bit, squashing into the people in front of me even more now as I rip a huge, ripe one.  My fat wobbles and I clench my eyes shut as I let it rip.

My ass wobbles in the seats as the wind rushes out.  The theater rattles under my force and the force of the surround sound.  No one but people near the speakers can hear anything in the preview.  The stench permeates the theater, causing people to cough and groan.  I can hear them packing up to leave, groaning with complaints.  The people in front of us join them and we're the only ones left in the theater.I sit back and fan my sweaty face, panting slightly, "Whew... Must have been the burritos."The kid looks around and covers his lap with as much of the bag of popcorn as he can.  I turn to look down at him past my cheek and shoulder fat, seeing him breathing heavily.  At least he's managed to finish.  I just smile and turn back to the screen as security comes in.  Though once the stench hits them and they see that even their biggest meathead is no match for my size they back away."So you decided yet, kid?" I ask as the movie finally starts."Yeah... I think I want the job," he says in a slightly flustered tone."Good," I say as I shovel in another handful of greasy popcorn and rip another big one.  "You're gonna love it."

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