Over the month Barry complained but with his jaw wired shut, he found it difficult to get his belly stuffed the way he wanted. Gradually his appetite adjusted, he complained less amd his pants began to fit looser. Barry's wife was torn as her big man slimmed down. Originally she had liked Barry leaner and more muscular but as Barry turned glutton and got fat, she grew to love his soft excess and cooking large quantities of fatening goodies to stuff her ever growing man blimp. Dean didn't much care whether Barry was fat or lean but he told him fight off that unless he stopped whining, Dean would let him suffer alone.
Barry sufferred with his limited liquid diet, experimenting with high calorie, high fat blender concoctions. At first he dripped weight fast but as he perfected his liquid diet he maintained after losing 30 pounds. Barry complained about the loss but Dean told him that nobody could notice a mere 30 pounds loss for a tub of lard like Barry. Meanwhile as Dean and Barry hung out together more and Barry's wife so accustomed to providing plenty to eat, Dean slowly found the 30 pounds Barry had lost. It was hard for him to see located on his ever rounder rear end but once Dean plopped himself down on Barry's couch and split his pants, Barry never let him forget about his growing caboose.
Barry grinned as Dean settled his bag ass on the couch. There was only one more week until his jaw would be free. Although he had adjusted to a liquid diet and shrunken belly and had controlled his whining, he now had something to distract him- Dean's big ass.
"So." he said to Dean, "Where did you have to go to find pants big enough for those butt blimps?"
Dean had been busying himself with a bowl of nachos smothered with cheese and meat, quite oblivious to any thought of moderation. He put down the bowl and wiped his hands on his bulging belly.
"What do you mean, belly boy?" Dean stiffled a small belch. Perhaps he had been a bit hoggish lately and maybe his ass had gotten a bit bigger but nobody he knew had a bigger belly than Barry, even after six weeks of liquid diet.
"Just saying." Barry continued, "Your butt must be 60 inches. Who stocks pants to fit that much ass?"
"No way 60 inches." Dean answered. "That's more like your belly."
Dean wasn't going to share that his butt was over 50 inches and that he had had to buy 52 inch pants and take in the waist to accommodate his newly pear shaped body.
"Stand up and let me see."
Dean reluctantly stood, revealing his glorious ass, round and proundly pruotruding, tightly stretching his pants. Dean's belt cinched between the swell of his ass and the smaller bulge of his soft belly.
"Man!" Barry exclaimed. "You've blown up big. All ass. Me , I'm all belly. What's your trick?"
In spite of himself, Dean felt pround. Still maybe he ought to cut back.
After the jaw is healed...
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