“Oh yeah boy, you like taking daddy’s cock? You like making daddy bigger and sexier? Making daddy’s belly bigger so he has to lay it on your cock while he fucks you. Fuck we’re going to have to grab a bite to eat once I cum.”
“You know this belly is going to grow faster with your help, boy. Your mother wouldn’t let me get any bigger but with her gone, we’ve got some real work to do.”
He swears he’s been working out but from the looks of that gut, I think otherwise. He’s been supposedly hitting the gym hard but I think he might be snacking instead. I guess the stress of mom leaving is taking a toll on his waist…. I don’t mind though.
I knew when dad bought the restaurant it would be a lot of hard work but I didn’t think he would do as much work packing on the pounds. I don’t think he realizes how soft it’s making him.
Something about him working on his motorcycle turns him on to where he has to take everything off. Our daily rides of getting him an afternoon meal were starting to take effect on daddy’s ass.
Dad wanted me to start laying next to him after mom left. Wake up before him, and getting to see this sight before I give him his breakfast is what makes it worth it.
He was telling me that his speedo was feeling a little tight. I was just shocked he didn’t ripped them when he put them on. His fat pad in those black speedos was just bulging out of the sides. Luckily now his belly hangs low enough where you can’t see much. I love lifting it to get to his cock.
He was happy. Dad and I talked last night and we both decided that it’s time for him to really get a true dadbod. He gave me this look this morning when he was walking up with a full breakfast in bed.
I’ve been telling him to work out without a shirt but ever since his muscle shirts have been getting tighter. I’m starting to care less. It’s just a sign of a good bulk.
