Jack wasn't the first kid I babysat, but he's been the most memorable. It started out as a simple summer job. He was a scrawny black and white shar pei, and both of his parents had day jobs. That meant I was at his house just about every day for three months. Needless to say, we got to know each other rather well, and became friends quickly. 

I'd start out on Monday morning with a box of doughnuts between us. We'd play video games and board games, watch movies and his favorite cartoons. I was thirteen then, only four years older than him, so it was easy to adapt to his hobbies. By the end of the first week I had banked nearly a hundred dollars. 

I bought two boxes of doughnuts on the second monday morning. Jack didn't seem to eat much when his parents were around, but once they left his appatite seemed to change - and he loved those raspberry jelly-filled pastries. I started to dip further into the food allowance that his parents left every day. We ordered a pizza every evening, and at first he didn't finish his half of it. By the end of the second week, though, he ate the whole pizza aside from the two pieces I'd take. 

By week three I began to notice the smallest amount of pudge on his narrow frame. When we played video games, we'd sit on the floor - I'd lean back against the couch and he'd sit on the floor between my legs. I saw that his shirt didn't quite come down to his shorts any more, and the faintest signs of a pair of love handles sat atop his previously slender waist. 

The food allowance was getting tight. He'd eat a whole pizza and a half before slowing down, and finish the second before his parents got home. By the end of the third week, I had started to bring my own snacks to eat. I spent all of the money his parents left on him - and it wasn't enough any more. He'd eat two boxes of doughnuts for breakfast, a box of snack cakes, two pizzas, and an entire two liter of pop to himself - and he'd still ask his parents for food when they came home.   

I was worried they'd blame me for his hunger, so I started dipping into my earnings.At the start of the fourth week, I bought four boxes of assorted pastries, three large burger meals from the fast food place, three various boxes of snack cakes, two pizzas and three two liters of cola. 

I hand-fed him doughtnuts while he played video games in my lap - his posterior felt a bit wider than before. Two hours and three boxes of doughnuts later, he finally declined the doughnut in my hand. Only half an hour later, I found him opening a box of snack cakes. We watched cartoons on the couch while he drank more than half of a two liter of cola and finished his second box of cakes. When it came time to play outside, he said he was too full. He wanted to watch a movie. We sat on the floor again, and I fed him his pizza. He finished the bottle of coke and made a considerable dent in the third. 

There was an hour left before his parents would come home. He had finished the doughnuts, the cola, and the pizza. He was nearly done with the snack cakes. 

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

I didn't want him telling his parents he was still hungry.

"You haven't eaten your cheeseburgers."

He swallowed the last of the cakes, his face covered in frosting.

"I'm not hungry."

I opened the take-out bag, and lifted a burger.

"That's the idea."

I pressed the burger to his wrinkled face. He gave me a puzzled look, but didn't protest - he had smelled it. He took a massive bite, and ketchup and onions slid down his chin. He took another bite, then another. While he chewed, I grabbed a handfull of fries and pressed them against his maw. He opened wide, and I shoved the fries in. His cheeks were massive, his chewing laborious. I gave him some time.

He groaned when I lifted the second burger. I didn't care. It took nearly twenty minutes, but I worked the other to burgers down his gullet - it took another ten to coax the rest of the fries into him. I picked up the boxes and bags to throw away. Jack lay on his back in the living room, moaning. I realized I was hard. 

Apparantly his ravenous appetite had crept into his normal life. I heard his parents talking about how much he had been eating lately. His appetite only grew, and halfway through the end of the month I found myself spending most of my money on food. We spent less time playing video games. While we left cartoons on, we never watched them. In the height of the summer heat, all we did was sit in our underwear and eat - or, at least, he ate. 

Now and then his parents stayed out late, and I got to spend the night. They made a place for me on the couch, but I always slept in Jack's bed. I told them he had nightmares, but that wasn't true. Every day he ate unbelievable amounts of food, and every night he groaned in his bed while a massaged his growing belly. Even the nights were hot, and we were both sweating terribly. He didn't seem to mind, though. His stomach demanded attention, and I was more than happy to give it. 

Nearly the end of the third month now. I had mere weeks before school started, and nearly no money to show for the summer. We were in our underwear, like usual. Jack sat in my lap, lethargically watching cartoons while I fed him. That's all we did any more, but I was more than content. He had gotten used to my stiff member poking up into his rump - and what a rump it was. 

He was incredibly heavy. His rear engulfed my lap and drooped over the sides of my legs. His back was thick with rolls of fat, his love handles wide and soft. His massive belly rolled down between his legs, his thighs were thick enough to press together, minimizing his leg movement. When he walked, something I didn't see often, he had to roll his hips in an wide waddle. His cheeks were copious and dominated his muzzle, his chins numerous and quivering. His tongue lolled out between bites, and he panted heavily.  

He must have weighed at leat two hundred and fifty pounds.

Now and then, I'd slide my hands down his belly and lift it. He'd groan, and I'd knead the soft flesh for a while before grabbing another burger. 

There were bits of food just about everywhere in the house. Even during bathtime, when his parents were out, he'd sit on my lap in the tub and I'd feed him pizza. 

It was saturday night, the last night I'd babysit for the summer. We were in our underwear, laying on our sides. I was pressed up against him as he slept, the night air, finally cool, played across our fur. I slowly slid his underwear down his thigh, and kissed his cheek. His face was still messy with crumbs and frosting. He snored loudly.

This was the last time I'd see him like this for quite a while. I released myself in the cool air, and quickly pressed into his fleshy rump. He groaned as I reached around him, one hand kneading his belly while the other fondled a breast. I started humping.

He was a deep sleeper. My hands wandered from his hips and love handles to his vast stomach. I gently caressed his pudgy cheek while I licked the other. His flesh bounced and his body shook with my rhythm. I was getting close.

I rolled him onto his stomach, and he moaned. I didn't let up. His massive body was spread out under me, his stomach pressed out to either side. I put a hand on each buttock and squeezed. I grunted softly with every thrust, and his snores took up a rhythm as he shook beneath me. I was getting slick. I began to change postition; I moved my hands to either side of his shoulders, and lay down on top of him. I reached forward and took his hands in mine. He quivered beneath me as I thrusted deeper between his buttocks

I let out a low moan as I came in his slick, jiggling rump. I slowed my thrusts, and eventually came to a stop. I sighed, and held him close. I fell asleep there, on top of him, our underwear wrapped around our ankles.