Oofooferson

A story inspired by @oofooferson and a conversation we had. Enjoy!

I took this job out of loyalty to the royal family, after all being chosen to be the personal butler to Lord Harris is an immense honor. What I could not anticipate was how much serving his highness would broaden my horizons.

My first day was filled with anxiety and nerves. I had never met Lord Harris, how would he react to someone with no experience serving such a distinguished house and Lord. Questions raced through my mind. What does a butler do? Should I have a schedule? Where do I even start? As thoughts flooded my mind bring a nervous heat to my cheeks, my eyes snapped to attention as my Lord was announced to his new staff. A heavy wooden door slowly opened revealing a sight that instantly emptied my mind of anything besides the sight before me.

Tailored in fine linens and cloth, a rich dark red shirt pulled tightly across his rounding stomach. Black pants of fine silk trimmed with gold seeming to be painted on caressing thick legs jiggling as he walked forward. A chest bluging with a mix of muscle and fat that gave him a delicious barrel-chested look. Capped off with a round cherry face, framed by a double chin you could grab inches of. His hair falling in ringlets out of a fine forest green cap adorned with feathers of beautiful birds of the his lands.

It was not until a hand touched my shoulder did I realize he was talking to me. “Hello, I am Lord Harris and judging by your attire you must be my new butler. Welcome aboard!”. His sentence punctuated by a firm slap to my back, revealing the muscle hidden under his deceptively round frame.

After a full day of getting acquainted with the estate and my responsibilities, it was my first time serving Lord Harris his dinner. The walk from the kitchen to his dining hall was brisk walk, 2 to 3 minutes of marveling at the finely appointed walls. Serving the Lord his dinner, my role was to stay near by to minster to any of his needs. “Please, do not just stand there like a statue in my gardens, sit and let's talk.” I was unsure of what we would have in common, but the conversation eased me into a comfortable sense of talking with a friends. Without much thought I began eating with the Lord as well. Minutes turned to hours and as the moon shine bright against the halls curtains, the meal was done. Saying our good byes, I cleaned the plates and began my walk to the kitchen. “Butler!” Lord Harris exclaimed. “Make sure at my future meals you instruct the kitchen to make you a meal as well, I enjoy your company.” Heat rapidly filled my cheeks, I could feel myself blushing at this admission of shared intimacy. “Yes my lord, it would be my pleasure!” Leaving the dining hall I was filled with an excitement for the future.

One year later…

If you would have told me on my first day I would become fast friends with Lord Harris, I would called you mad! Yet day after day we continued our budding friendship. Shared meals turned into walks around the grounds and conversations that deepened our bond. Week after week the kitchen produced the most delectable of dishes constantly begging me to try them. As our friendship grew, so did my waist line. It was not lost on me that I was eating more and more of the Lord Harris’s meals. It was not without a small amount of embarrassment I had to ask the royal tailor for a new uniform as my body cling to each pound. While I was still smaller then my lord, it was quickly becoming a matter of time before I matched it exceeded his size.

After a long day of preparing for the Spring Festival that drew attendees from far lands, I was exhausted. Each pound lead to growing strain to complete my duties. My feet and back ache from pacing the grounds to coordinate the staff. Heavy breathing announced my imminent arrival to the staff. Whispers in the servants quarters spoke of Lord Harris taken a liking to me like a prize hog at the fair. Keeping me on due to his lust for men that matched his own robust physique.

These thoughts were far from my mind as I trudged to my quarters. My clothes felt restricting and tight as I created a mental note to see the tailor again. Opening my door the aromas of a feast wafted out. Before me were platters of fine meats and cheeses, warm soft breads with bowls of butter and jam. Even a small amount of cake adorned with decorations of butter cream icing. Instinctively my mouth watered and my hands started to run my soft curvaceous gut.

As I sat down all the aches and pains faded as the first bite of roasted duck and Brie exploded into my mouth. Thick slices of brown bread coated in butter disappeared faster and faster as I ate. Sweet fruity notes coated my mouth as bites of cake complimented the savory spread before me. Crumbs littered the trays as I fell back into my bed. Feebly my hands soothed my packed stomach. Every few seconds brought a belch that reverberated through my body and brought relief to my stuffed stomach. Minutes passed as the sense of being completely full washed over me.

In my stupor, I failed to notice my chamber door open. A clearing throat jolted me to a sitting position. Seeing Lord Harris before me, I tried to stand, but instead of an apologetic greeting, a belch that shook the room escaped my mouth. As if my the will of the trickster gods the button holding my trousers together blasted off. Hitting the door frame just to the right of the lords head. “Well, I see you enjoyed the food I had sent to you.” Lord Harris’s face offered a sly smile betraying is knowledge of my weakness for the fine dishes we shared every day. Horrified by my hog like behavior I was stuck lay in bed, my pants forced open, stomach bloated and distended, and cheeks flushed with shame and a concerning level of arousal.

Lord Harris sat down next to me and with our word lifted my shirt to reveal the doughy packed orb that my abdomen had become. His hands traced delicate lines that made my body shake and I struggled not to moan. “You have been working so diligently as of late, I wanted to show my appreciation.” Lord Harris's words felt heavy and warm as his breath filled my ears and warmed my neck. “My lord, I…”, one hand snapped to my mouth, his from grip closing my mouth. “No need to be formal anymore, please call me Jacob.” I could feel my body growing warm with arousal, here was the man I have listed after for a year taking pleasure in me eating like a cow and exploring my body. “Of course… Jacob.”

“Now I see you have not finished the cake I had made for you, we can't have that can we?” Jacob stood up and dropped his robe revealing him clad in hair his briefs, a mix of firm muscle and fat giving him the look of a bear. He walked over to the tray holding the cake and brought it back to the bed. “Get comfortable.” he said taking a bite of cake. My hands trembled as I took off my uniform, showing a contrast in our bodies. While years of exercise and eating had left Jacob fat yet strong, I was a soft man. Where he was firm and soft, I was just soft yielding lard.

Wordlessly we took turns feeding eachother bites of cake. Hands groping our bodies as the cake slowly disappeared. I could feel his stomach expand and bloat with the richness of the cake, each bite I feed him punctuated by him playing with my nipples. In turn he fed me massaging the gas out of me, filling the room with belches and moans.

What seemed like an hour passed as we fed each other leaving us bloated, round, and lusting for each other.

Wordlessly we took turns feeding eachother bites of cake. Hands groping our bodies as the cake slowly disappeared. I could feel his stomach expand and bloat with the richness of the cake, each bite I feed him punctuated by him playing with my nipples. In turn he fed me massaging the gas out of me, filling the room with belches and moans.

What seemed like an hour passed as we fed each other leaving us bloated, round, and lusting for each other. As the last crumbs of cake disappeared, Jacob's hands roamed my body, tracing the curves of my stomach and squeezing my soft flesh. I couldn't help but moan in response, my body trembling with desire. He leaned in close, his warm breath whispering against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice husky with arousal. "So soft and vulnerable."

I felt a surge of embarrassment at his words, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of his hands on my skin. He was gentle, yet firm, his touch igniting a fire within me. I reached out, hesitant at first, and touched his stomach, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the layer of fat. He groaned in response, his eyes closing in ecstasy as I massaged his belly.

As we touched each other, our bodies seemed to melt together, our differences in shape and size becoming irrelevant. We were two men, lost in a world of pleasure and desire, our hunger for each other insatiable. The room around us faded away, leaving only the sound of our heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed beneath us.

Jacob's hands slipped lower, cupping my groin as he pulled me closer. I felt a rush of excitement as our bodies pressed together, our bellies touching as we shared a kiss. As Jacob pulled away a blast of hot breath filled my face as he belched in my face. “Sorry, I may have had some cider before coming to your quarters.”

As we kissed, our hands began to wander, exploring each other's bodies with a newfound sense of intimacy. Jacob's fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine as he touched my nipples, my stomach, and finally, my groin. I felt a surge of excitement as he wrapped his hand around my cock.

I reciprocated, reaching out to grasp Jacob's cock in my hand. He was thicker than I was, and I marveled at the way it filled me hand. We began to jerk each other off, our hands moving in tandem as we explored the rhythms of each other's bodies.

The room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the soft slapping of our hands against our skin. I felt myself getting harder, my cock throbbing with anticipation as Jacob's hand moved up and down my shaft. He was getting harder too, his eyes closed in ecstasy as I stroked him.

As we jerked each other off, our bodies began to move closer together. Our bellies touched, our chests pressed against each other as we deepened our kiss. The world around us melted away, leaving only the sensation of our hands on each other's skin.

But it wasn't enough. We wanted more. Jacob pulled away from me, his eyes locked on mine as he smiled mischievously. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

I nodded eagerly, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of oral sex. Jacob leaned forward, his mouth opening wide as he took me in. His lips wrapped around my cock like a warm glove is surrounding me in wet heat that left me breathless

His tongue danced across my flesh swirling patterns that had me gasping for air. As he sucked I lost all control. Minutes felt like hours as he took me to heights of arousal I could not imagine. Burps flowed out of me as he went down on me. My body tensed as I shot my seed down his throat. I wanted to return the favor.

As I descended down Jacob's body, my mouth watering in anticipation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. I had never done this before, but something about Jacob's gentle nature and kind eyes put me at ease.

I reached his groin, and my eyes widened as I took in the sight of his erect cock. It was thicker than I had expected, and I felt a surge of desire as I wrapped my lips around the head. Jacob gasped in response, his hands reaching out to gently stroke my hair as I began to suck.

I took my time, savoring the taste and texture of his flesh as I moved up and down his shaft. Jacob's moans grew louder, his body tensing with pleasure as I deepened my strokes. His lower belly roll resting gently on my head as I licked and sucked. I could feel the veins throbbing beneath my tongue.

As I sucked, Jacob's hands grew more insistent, guiding my head as he thrust into my mouth. His movements were slow at first, but they grew faster and more urgent as he approached climax. I could feel the tension building in his body, the muscles tensing beneath my touch.

And then, suddenly, he was coming. His cock erupted in a burst of hot semen that filled my mouth and spilled down my chin. Jacob's body arched back, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he let out a low groan of pleasure.

We lay panting and holding each other letting the arousal give way to a warm sense of intimacy.