A hot muscle guy is part of a group of hot guys. A short fat round nerdy guy with ballooning bubble butt and ballooned out double belly shows up, he only wears suits that are too tight making him look like a blimp. The hot guys all make fun of the fat guy but the main muscle guy is the meanest. In private the main muscle guy starts sucking off the fat guy. And they go into this pattern of the hot guy making fun of the fat guy bionically with his friends and then going and desperately needing to suck off the fat guy and grab his big ballooned out embarrassing body. (all characters over 18)

Chapter 1: Introduction

The dim lighting in the private lounge cast a sultry glow on the rich velvet curtains and the gleaming glass surfaces of the bar. A few neon signs from the city outside flickered through the large windows, casting kaleidoscopic shadows that danced on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of expensive whiskey, the chatter of sophisticated conversation, and the subtle notes of perfume lingering from the evening’s earlier guests.

Dan stood at the center of the room, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, a smile playing on his lips.

His eyes, as dark as the whiskey he held, scanned the room before settling on Floyd, who was tucked away in the corner. Floyd sat perched on a plush velvet armchair that seemed to swallow him whole. His suit, a navy blue number that was at least two sizes too small, did little to conceal his ample girth. It was a topic that Dan and his friends found endlessly entertaining, and Dan couldn't resist taking another jab.

"Floyd, my man, if you were any fatter, you'd be a planet with your own gravitational pull," Dan called out, his voice echoing across the room.

A few of his friends chuckled, their laughter bouncing off the high ceiling and crystal chandeliers. Dan's eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was an edge to his smile, a hint of something more than just playful teasing.

Floyd looked up, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red that clashed with his ruddy complexion. He adjusted his thick-framed glasses, his fingers trembling slightly. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, and he fidgeted with the cufflinks on his too-tight shirt.

"Very funny, Dan," Floyd muttered, trying to laugh it off, but the words came out more like a croak. He shifted in his seat, the armchair creaking in protest under his weight.

Dan's friends, a collection of well-groomed, muscular men who looked like they'd walked straight out of a fashion magazine, gathered around him. They clinked glasses and exchanged smirks, their eyes flicking towards Floyd with a mix of amusement and disdain.

"You should see the look on his face, man," one of them, Jake, said with a snicker. "It's like he's not sure whether to laugh or cry."

Dan took a sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving Floyd. "Oh, he knows he's the joke," he said, his voice laced with a twist of cruelty that was almost too subtle to detect. "But he can't help himself, can he?"

Floyd tried to ignore the barbs, focusing instead on the book he had propped open on his knees.

It was a weighty tome on quantum physics, a subject he found infinitely more interesting than the shallow banter filling the room. But even the complex equations failed to distract him from the churning in his stomach.

Dan sauntered over, his steps measured and confident. He leaned against the arm of Floyd's chair, causing it to sink even lower. Floyd felt his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of humiliation and an inexplicable thrill at Dan's proximity.

"Why do you put yourself through this, Floyd?" Dan asked, his voice almost gentle, but not quite.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm on Floyd’s ear. "Why come to these parties if we're just going to tear you apart?"

Floyd swallowed hard, his eyes flicking up to meet Dan’s. There was a moment of silence, a charged pause that seemed to stretch out into infinity. Floyd’s brain scrambled for a response, something witty or cutting, but all he could muster was a shrug.

"I... I like the company," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Even if it’s just to...

to feel like I’m part of something, I guess."

Dan smiled, a slow, predatory curl of his lips that sent a shiver down Floyd's spine.

"Is that so?" he murmured. "And what else do you like, Floyd?"

Floyd's cheeks flushed again, and he ducked his head, focusing on the pages of his book. I don't know what you mean."

Dan chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through Floyd's chair. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Floyd's arm.

The touch was light, almost teasing, but it sent a jolt through Floyd's body. He looked up again, his eyes wide behind his thick lenses, meeting Dan's gaze.

"Come on, Floyd," Dan said, his voice a low purr. "You know exactly what I mean. You can't tell me that you don't feel it. The way you look at me, the way you follow me around like a lost puppy. You want something, don't you?"

Floyd's heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel the sweat trickling down his neck.

He opened and closed his mouth, trying to form a response, but nothing came out. Dan's touch was still on his arm, a gentle pressure that seemed to burn through the fabric of his suit.

Dan's friends watched the exchange, their smiles fading as they realized that Dan was no longer just teasing. They exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them. They knew Dan well enough to recognize the look in his eyes.

"Dan, come on, man," Jake said, interrupting the tense moment. "Don't be a jerk."

Dan didn't take his eyes off Floyd.

He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that was barely audible over the soft hum of conversation in the room. "You want me, don't you, Floyd? You want to know what it feels like to have someone like me touch you, to taste you, to make you feel like a man instead of a... joke."

Floyd's breath hitched, and he suddenly felt the room spin around him. He swore he could feel the heat radiating from Dan's body, could smell the musky scent of his cologne. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to look away, to run, to save himself the humiliation.

But Floyd couldn't move. He was transfixed, a deer caught in the headlights of Dan's intense gaze.

"Dan, leave him alone," Jake insisted, stepping forward. "You're being a real jackass tonight."

Dan turned to Jake, his eyes flashing with an anger that was sudden and sharp. "Back off, Jake. This isn't your business."

Jake hesitated, then stepped back, his hands raised in a placating gesture. He exchanged a worried look with the others before retreating to the bar, leaving Dan and Floyd alone in their tense standoff.

Dan turned back to Floyd, his expression softening slightly.

He ran a hand through his short brown hair, his dark eyes searching Floyd's face. "I'm sorry, Floyd. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Floyd's chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his eyes still locked onto Dan's. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. "It's... it's okay," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dan's gaze flicked to Floyd's lips, lingering there for a moment before he looked away. He straightened up, his posture relaxing. "Look, why don't you come with me?

"Floyd's eyes darted to Dan's reflection in the window, watching as the muscle guy shifted his weight, leaning back against the wall. Floyd's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He couldn't help but feel a mix of humiliation and desire, a confusing cocktail that left him feeling off-balance. Dan's gaze was intense, almost predatory, and it seemed to strip Floyd bare, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own. With each movement, his flesh jiggled and shifted, and he could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks. He was acutely aware of his size, of the way his suit strained against his bulk, and he couldn't help but feel like a spectacle, a joke for Dan and his friends to laugh at. Yet, despite the humiliation, there was a part of him that craved Dan's attention, that yearned for the muscle guy to look at him, to touch him. It was a twisted, confusing desire that Floyd couldn't quite understand, but it was there nonetheless, a constant ache in the pit of his stomach." It's... it's okay," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. We can find a quieter spot to talk."

As Dan extended a hand to help Floyd up, the massive tome on quantum physics that Floyd had been clinging to slipped from his grasp, the heavy book falling with a thud to the floor. The sudden noise seemed to shatter the tense atmosphere, and Floyd watched in horror as the book hit the polished marble floor, its pages splaying open like a wounded bird.

"Oh no," Floyd murmured, his eyes darting to the fallen book. He made a move to retrieve it, but Dan was quicker.

He bent down to pick up the book, and in his haste, it landed squarely on Dan's foot. Floyd's eyes widened in horror as Dan let out a low grunt of pain, his face twisting into a grimace.

"Shit, Dan, I'm so sorry!" Floyd exclaimed, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. He tried to reach for the book, but Dan waved him off, straightening up with a wince.

"It's fine," Dan said through gritted teeth, his expression softening as he looked down at Floyd. "Just a little slip, no harm done."

Floyd bit his lip, his eyes darting anxiously between Dan's face and the book still clutched in his hand. "I really am sorry, Dan.

Let me take a look," Floyd insisted, reaching for Dan's foot again. Dan, still grimacing, nodded. "Okay, but be gentle. I think it's just a bruise."

Floyd knelt down, his face flushed with embarrassment and concern. As he bent over, his suit's tight fabric pulled taut across his expansive rear end, putting his massive roundness on full display. The sight was impossible to ignore, and Dan's friends couldn't help but snicker, their amusement plain on their faces.

"Oh, man, look at that," Jake chuckled, nudging his friend next to him. "It's like a giant moon bouncing around."

Dan shot his friends a stern look, but they continued to laugh under their breath, pointing and whispering to each other.

Dan turned his attention back to Floyd, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You really are something else, Floyd," he chuckled, his voice laced with amusement and a touch of cruelty. "I have to admit, I didn't expect you to fall for it so easily."

Floyd looked up, confusion and embarrassment warring in his eyes. "Fall for what?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He was still kneeling on the floor, his hands hovering over Dan's foot, afraid to touch it. Dan laughed, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to fill the room. "Come on, Floyd. You didn't think I was serious, did you? This whole thing was a trap, and you fell right into it."

Floyd's eyes widened in shock and humiliation, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"What do you mean, Dan?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he began to realize the extent of the teasing. "I didn't mean to... I mean, I'm not... I didn't do this on purpose!"

Dan chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to fill the room. "Oh, come on, Floyd. This whole thing was a trap, and you fell right into it. You really are something else, you know that? Bending over like that, giving us all a show. It was... impressive."

Floyd's face was now beet red, his mortification palpable. He quickly scrambled to his feet, the sudden movement causing the armchair to creak ominously. The room seemed to spin around him as he struggled to process Dan's words.

Before he could form a coherent response, Dan threw back his head and laughed, a deep, booming sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the grand mansion. His friends, who had been watching the spectacle with amusement, now joined in, their laughter echoing through the room like a chorus of hyenas.

Floyd's heart sank as he realized the extent of the humiliation. He had been played for a fool, a pawn in Dan's sick game. The heat of embarrassment spread across his face, and he felt a stinging behind his eyes as tears threatened to spill over. He turned away from Dan, his shoulders shaking as he fought to keep his composure.

He stumbled towards the door, desperate to escape the mocking laughter that seemed to follow him like a dark shadow. As he reached for the handle, he felt a gentle touch on his arm.

Floyd turned, expecting to see Dan standing there, but instead, it was Charlotte, one of Dan's friends, her eyes filled with concern. "Floyd, wait," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the laughter that still echoed through the room.

He hesitated, his hand still on the door handle, and looked back at her.

"You don't have to go," she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't right, what Dan and his friends are doing. You don't deserve to be treated like this."

Floyd's shoulders slumped, and he let out a shaky sigh. He could feel the tears burning in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over. He looked back at Charlotte, his expression grim. "I just want to go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't...

Understood. I've removed Charlotte from the scene and adjusted the dynamics between Dan and Floyd. Here's how the scene continues:

Floyd's face was now a deep shade of red, his humiliation complete. He couldn't bear to look at Dan or his friends any longer. With a strangled sob, he turned and fled the room, his heavy footsteps echoing through the grand mansion as he ran.

Dan watched him go, a mix of surprise and something else flickering across his face. For a moment, he hesitated, but then he seemed to make up his mind. "Floyd, wait!" he called out, his voice cutting through the laughter that still lingered in the air.

Floyd didn't slow down. If anything, he seemed to run faster, his bulk jiggling with each step as he made his way towards the nearest room. Dan cursed under his breath and took off after him, his long strides eating up the distance between them.

As Floyd burst into the next room, a large library filled with towering bookshelves, he didn't stop to look around. He just kept running, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to put as much distance between himself and Dan as possible.

Dan followed him in, his breath coming in short gasps as he chased after Floyd. "Floyd, stop!" he called out, his voice echoing in the vast room. "I didn't mean... I mean, I'm sorry, okay

Dan stepped into the library, his tall frame filling the doorway as he closed the heavy wooden door behind him with a soft click. The room was filled with the scent of old books and the faint, lingering aroma of Floyd's cologne. Dan's eyes found Floyd, who was standing with his back to the room, his round form trembling slightly. Dan could see the tension in Floyd's shoulders, the way his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. He knew he had pushed too far, that he had humiliated Floyd beyond what was acceptable. Yet, despite the guilt that gnawed at him, Dan couldn't help but feel drawn to Floyd, to the way his body filled out his too-tight suit, to the way his flesh jiggled with each breath he took. He wanted to touch him, to feel the softness of his skin, to hear the sounds he made when he was overwhelmed with pleasure. But first, he needed to make this right. "Floyd," Dan began, his voice soft and apologetic. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for things to go that far."

Understood. Here's how the scene continues without Dan apologizing:

"Floyd," Dan said, his voice low and taunting. "You really should learn to control yourself. Running around like that, making such a spectacle of yourself. It's embarrassing, don't you think?"

Floyd flinched at Dan's words, his body shaking with humiliation and anger. He turned to face Dan, his eyes blazing with a fire that Dan had never seen before. "What do you want, Dan?" he spat, his voice shaking with emotion. "Why are you even here?"

Dan smirked, taking a step closer to Floyd. "I just wanted to see the show," he said, his eyes roaming over Floyd's body, lingering on the way his suit strained against his bulk. "You're like a train wreck, Floyd. I

Dan's eyes narrowed as he took in Floyd's form, his gaze lingering on the way the suit hugged his round belly and emphasized his large rear end. "Look at you," he sneered, taking another step closer to Floyd. "You're like a human blimp in that suit. It's ridiculous, Floyd. You're making a spectacle of yourself, drawing attention to yourself like that. It's pathetic." Dan's voice dripped with disdain as he closed the distance between them, his eyes never leaving Floyd's form. "You're so self-conscious in that suit, trying to squeeze into something that's never going to fit right."

Floyd's cheeks burned with a fresh wave of embarrassment, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as Dan's words cut like a knife. He tried to step back, to put some distance between them, but the bookshelf behind him prevented any further retreat. I'm sorry if I'm not up to your standards," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you don't have to be so cruel about it."

Dan chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Floyd's spine. "Cruel?

Maybe," Dan murmured, leaning in closer to Floyd until their faces were just inches apart. "But you're the one who's been begging for my attention, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath warm on Floyd's ear. Floyd's breath hitched, his body tensing as Dan's words sent a jolt of shocked desire through him. He could feel the heat of Dan's body, the roughness of his stubble against his cheek, and he swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding in his chest. I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Dan's lips curled into a smirk, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of Floyd's hair behind his ear. "Oh, come on, Floyd," he whispered, his voice low and sultry.

"You know someone as hot as me would never go for a fat blimp like you. You should be grateful for the attention I'm giving you."

Floyd's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. He felt a wave of anger and humiliation wash over him, but beneath it all, a spark of desire that he couldn't deny. He searched Dan's face, looking for any sign of sincerity, but found only amusement and cruelty.

"Grateful?" Floyd echoed, his voice shaking with emotion. "Grateful for what, exactly? For the humiliation? For the laughter and mockery?"

Dan's smirk grew wider, his hand moving from Floyd's hair to his cheek, his fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You're more fun when you're angry," he murmured, his eyes flicking to Floyd's lips.

He suddenly reached out, his hand gripping Floyd's round ass firmly through the tight fabric of his suit. Floyd gasped, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. He tried to pull away, but Dan held him in place, his grip unyielding. "Dan, what are you doing?" Floyd stammered, his heart pounding in his chest. Dan's eyes were dark, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I'm showing you what you really want, Floyd," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Admit it. You've been begging for it."

Floyd's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, his body trembling with a mix of anger, humiliation, and something else—something dark and primal that he couldn't deny.

Dan's hand, still gripping Floyd's ass, began to move, rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh through the tight fabric of his suit. Floyd's breath hitched, his eyes widening in shock as his body betrayed him, responding to Dan's touch despite the cruel words that accompanied it.

Dan's other hand moved to Floyd's lower belly, rubbing the puffed-out flesh that spilled over his belt. "Someone like me is disgusted by how puffed out you are," Dan grunted, his voice thick with lust and disdain.

Floyd's breath came in short, sharp gasps as Dan's hand moved lower, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. He could feel the heat of Dan's body, the roughness of his stubble against his cheek, and he shivered with a mixture of revulsion and desire.

Despite the cruel words, Floyd's body began to respond. His cock hardened, pressing against the confines of his suit, the fabric now uncomfortably tight. He let out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to suppress the unwanted sensation. Dan's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Floyd's flesh as he ground his hand against him. "Fuck, you're as hard as a rock," Dan growled, his voice laced with contempt. "You're pathetic, you know that? Desperate for any bit of attention you can get." Floyd's eyes flew open, and he glared at Dan, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Shut up," he ground out, his voice laced with both hatred and lust.

Dan's hand, still gripping Floyd's ass, gave a final squeeze before his fingers moved to the front of Floyd's pants. He unzipped his fly with a quick, savage tug, leaving Floyd's suit on, but exposing the bulge of fat that puffed out beneath his belt. Floyd's eyes widened as he felt the cool air hit his exposed flesh, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized what was happening. "What are you doing?" he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. Dan's eyes flicked to the exposed flesh, his lips curling into a sneer. "I'm giving you what you want, Floyd.

What you've been pathetically begging for," Dan snarled, his voice dripping with disdain as he dropped to his knees in front of Floyd. He reached out, his hands gripping the edges of Floyd's suit jacket, and yanked it open, sending buttons flying in all directions. Dan's eyes flicked to the erection straining against Floyd's pants, and he let out a low, mocking laugh. "Look at that, you desperate piece of shit. You're so hard for me, you're almost bursting out of your pants."

Before Floyd could respond, Dan's mouth was on him, his lips wrapping around the head of Floyd's cock through the fabric of his underwear.

The sensation was intense, and Floyd let out a loud, surprised moan, his hands flying to rest on Dan's head. Dan's mouth moved, his tongue swirling around the tip, and Floyd could feel the warmth of his breath through the thin material. It was almost too much to bear. With a quick, desperate motion, Floyd pushed his pants and underwear down, his cock springing free, hard and aching. Dan's mouth engulfed it, and Floyd let out a guttural cry, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. He was overwhelmed by the sensation, the heat of Dan's mouth, the wetness of his tongue—it was all too much, yet not enough at the same time. Dan's hands gripped Floyd's hips, holding him steady as Dan began to bob his head, his mouth moving up and down Floyd's shaft.

Understood. So, Dan is currently on his knees, sucking Floyd's dick through his fly, and Floyd is too shocked to react. What happens next?

"Dan's mouth is relentless, his tongue swirling and sucking with an intensity that Floyd has never experienced before. Floyd's hands, still resting on Dan's head, grip tighter, his fingers tangling in Dan's short hair. Dan looks up at him, his dark eyes filled with a hunger that Floyd can't quite understand. 'Tell me how embarrassing it is, Floyd,' Dan growls, his voice muffled by Floyd's cock. 'Tell me how none of your clothes fit, how you're always spilling out, always on display.'" Dan's words vibrated through Floyd's shaft, sending a jolt of pleasure and embarrassment coursing through him. Floyd's hips thrust forward, fucking Dan's mouth with a desperate, primal need. "Fuck, Dan," he groaned, his hands tightening in Dan's hair, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Dan looked up at him, his eyes watering from the force of Floyd's thrusts, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he gripped Floyd's hips tighter, urging him deeper into his throat. Floyd's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. He knew he should be pushing Dan away, should be rejecting this cruel, humiliating treatment. But his body betrayed him, craving the intense, filthy pleasure that Dan was giving him.

Floyd, his voice shaking with a mix of humiliation and desire, begins to speak. "It's embarrassing, Dan. It's always embarrassing. I'm always the biggest, the roundest, the one who spills out of my clothes. I'm like a human blimp, a joke for everyone to laugh at. And you... you make it so much worse. You're the only one who sees me, who looks at me, and all you do is mock me, humiliate me." Floyd's eyes fill with tears, but he doesn't look away from Dan. "But God, it feels so good when you touch me, when you look at me like that. It's like you see me, really see me, even if it's just to laugh at me." Dan's eyes darken, his grip on Floyd's hips tightening as he listens to Floyd's words. He can feel his own body responding, his cock hardening as Floyd pours out his humiliation and desire. "Fuck, Floyd," Dan growls, his voice thick with lust. "You have no idea how much that turns me on. Keep talking, baby. Tell me more about how embarrassing it is." Dan's hand reaches up to Floyd's belly, his fingers tracing the soft, puffed-out flesh that spills over the top of his belt. Floyd's breath catches in his throat as he feels Dan's touch, his body responding despite the humiliation that still lingers from Dan's cruel words. "It's... it's always there, Dan," Floyd stammers, his hips still moving slowly against Dan's mouth, unable to stop himself. "It's like a constant reminder of how... how undesirable I am. How... how gross I am." Dan's fingers press harder into Floyd's flesh, his mouth moving faster, his tongue swirling around Floyd's cock. "You're not gross, Floyd," Dan growls, his voice thick with lust. "You're fucking pathetic, but not gross.

Dan's eyes flash with even more hunger as Floyd continues to pour out his humiliation. "Fuck, yes, Floyd," he growls, his mouth moving faster, his tongue swirling around Floyd's cock with renewed intensity. "Keep talking, baby. Tell me more about how embarrassed you are. Tell me how you wish you could hide your fat body, but you can't. Tell me how you hate it, how you hate yourself for wanting me to touch you, to fuck you." Dan's fingers dig into Floyd's flesh, his mouth working Floyd's cock with a ferocity that leaves Floyd gasping and moaning. Floyd, lost in a haze of humiliation and pleasure, continues to speak, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I... I can't help it, Dan. I can't stop myself from wanting you. I hate my body, I hate how round I am, how my clothes never fit. I'm always on display, always the center of attention, but never in a good way. It's embarrassing, it's humiliating, but... but when you touch me, when you look at me like this, it's like... it's like you see me, really see me, even if it's just to laugh at me. And I can't help but crave that attention, that validation, even if it's twisted and cruel." Dan's response is a low, guttural groan, his mouth moving faster, his tongue swirling around Floyd's cock. Suddenly, Dan's fingers, still gripping Floyd's hips, begin to move lower, trailing down to the soft flesh of his ass, still encased in his too-tight suit. Dan's thumb presses against the seam, feeling the heat of Floyd's body through the fabric. Floyd's breath hitches as he feels Dan's touch, his eyes widening as he realizes what Dan is about to do. "Dan, wait," he gasps, his hands tightening in Dan's hair, his body tensing. Dan ignores him, his fingers slipping inside the seam of Floyd's suit, tracing the curve of his ass cheek before dipping lower, pressing against the tight, puckered hole. Floyd's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling with a mix of shock, humiliation, and desire.

Dan's eyes flash with hunger as he takes in Floyd's words, his grip on Floyd's hips tightening. "Fuck, yes, Floyd," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "Look at you, all fat and round, spilling out of your suit. It's fucking disgusting, and it turns me on so much.