He treats you to a nice buffet

He slowly lumbered into the classroom and just like the day before his ass cheeks got stuck, and he had to pry them through one at a time. You smirked the whole time as your cock was rock hard deep in your fat as you watched his fat and smoking hot body shake and wobble. You began to get excited knowing that if he struggled to get through these doors, how hard was it going to be for you? You heard him announce the book page for the class to turn to before asking a few rows to get up and move to make room for a student, you. You heard movement inside as he asked and began stomping down the aisle of the lecture hall.

You giddily began to stomp into the doorway. Immediately your belly filled it and you had to begin the struggle of getting inside. Stomp by stomp you pushed and little by little your fat oozed through left then right then left in sync with your stomps. You heard the chatter in the classroom as you pushed through as they muttered wondering who it was that had gotten fat like the professor. You even heard some people correctly guess you as they mention that they heard a rumor you had sex with him yesterday. Word flies fast on a college campus, but you didn't care. You pushed and finally popped your belly into the classroom. You are finally stuck halfway in the doorway as your love handles trap you in it and you are now visible to your classmates. Some students are shocked to see it's you. Others cement it in their heads that the rumor was true.

You can feel that your belly is already flooding down the aisle steps to the bottom of the lecture hall, but you still had an ass to get into the room. Stomping through you follow your professor's strategy of one ass at a time and much easier than your belly you pop them into the room. You look for where the students cleared a space for you and you smirked as you notice it's right up front in the front row. You gladly stomp down the aisle steps and flood the seats on either side of you with your fat. Your belly is so massive it clears the 3-foot wide steps and consumes at least 3 chairs into the aisles on either side. Somewhere students were sitting as your belly pushed into them and flops over them as you waddle past. Your ass is no different as the students who thought they had a breath of fresh air after being consumed by your belly get a dose of reality as your ass begins to push on them.

You finally reach the bottom in a heap of sweat and musk as you finally can plant your ass down in the chairs. You take up like 10 seats and a couple of rows behind them as your ass floods back over them. Your belly floods forward several feet and pushes against the professor's belly where he is standing. You grab at your sweat-soaked shirt and pull it up revealing over half of your belly to the class. The sweat is dripping from it and your professor is obviously turned on as he stares at you before shaking it off and starting class. You have a front-row seat to his obese waddling and pacing as his own body sweats fiercely. You pay attention to his lecture and try to catch up after daydreaming all day yesterday. It was easier knowing you had free access to his ass whenever you wanted.

The bell finally rang and the rest of the class left leaving you and your handsomely middle-aged obese professor.

"I still can't believe it," he says as he puts away his lecture materials. "When I got it, I had no idea who infected me. You know? There are plenty of asymptomatic people out there who carry the infection but it lies dormant in them and they never grow, but they still pass it on. I hadn't seen an infected man in months, years maybe. Then one day I just woke up with such a powerful hunger I ate everything. When I came to, I was this." he gestures to his mammoth size as he rubs his giant mattress-sized moobs. "I'm sorry to have infected you, but it looks like you are just as happy as I am to be such an obese man."

"Oh, absolutely," you tell him as you two begin your adventure up the stairs huffing and wheezing. "There's no apology needed. If there's anything to be sorry for, it's that I'm not bigger!" he laughs and you two share a moment struggling to leave the lecture hall doors. After freeing yourselves from the clutches of thin people doors. You reach out and take his hand which you need to lean into him to grab, and it leaves the both of you fully stretching out your obese arms to hold together as you fight your love handles pushing you apart.

"Oh, well then," he says as his face turns red. "How about a buffet? There's a good one not too far from here that can accommodate men like us."

"Sounds like a date," you tease as he turns even redder and he clears his throat.

"Yes, um, a date." He smiles as you two waddle across campus sweating and huffing with pride. He calls two vehicles with a ride-share app for infected men like you. They arrive within minutes and are like small school buses, but fitted to allow one giant man to fit inside. You arrive and step out to find you are at a quaint local family buffet. It even advertises on the sign "Infected welcome!"

Your professor grabs your hand this time as you two waddle inside.

"Good evening, Harry!" The older hostess says happily.

"Good evening, Diane," your professor says. "For two please." She eyes you up and the two of you holding hands before winking at him.

"Right this way you handsome beasts," she says which you notice makes him blush more. She leads you to a back area where there are no seats but very sturdy, wide, and deep benches and a conveyor belt. There are about 8 of them and she seats you at two side by side, and even though they were made considering guys like you and your sizes, you still end up touching as your bellies push against each other. She tells you that food will be out soon on the conveyor in front of you guys and leaves.

"So," you say. "Should I call you Harry? Or my Beast?" He stammers and shuffles in his fat.

"Oh, either one is fine, I don't mind what you would like to call me. Harry is fine, I mean I should have told you to call me that and not professor or sir or anything like that. I mean if we are going to make this official that we're dating then Harry is nice, but-"

"Okay, Beastie," you stop him. He blushes the brightest red you've seen him yet. You can tell how nervous he is so you decided to try something to get him comfortable. You began to take your shirt off. You grab the giant tarp-like clothing and pull and pull as it reveals more and more of your belly. You finally get it all and just have to pull it over your head. As you are doing so you begin to hear buttons coming undone. You throw off your shirt and toss it aside to find your professor nearly done taking his shirt off. He pops off the last few buttons and pulls the shirt out of his khakis which causes his belly to seemingly grow as more of it comes out of the confines of his pants. Sitting there shirtless you two just admire each other's bodies.

"You have quite the belly," he says.

"So do you," you tell him. "The hair is really sexy." He smiles happily at you with such a handsome face and you can't help but again admire his impeccable beard. Just then the conveyor belt hums to life and begins moving.

"Ah, finally," he says. "Grab what you want and eat as much as you'd like. And don't worry about missing something, it'll come back around." You nod as a pig's trough of food begins coming from the kitchen on the conveyor. The two of you dig in and eat like pigs. Your grab and eat everything and anything. Stuffing your faces and making a mess as juices and crumbs get all over you. The more you eat the more you find that professor was telling the truth. Your cock grows hard in just a few bites and gets harder and harder as you eat. Before long you can hear your professor moan through the sounds of his chomping and slurping. It doesn't take long after that that you can't stop it either as the dam bursts and you orgasm. Your whole body shudders in pleasure as you shake in enjoyment and excitement.

You eat for what felt like hours before you and Harry finally call it quits. Despite your enormity, there is surprisingly a limit to how much you could eat. Harry pays the hostess and the two of you help each other clean up the food debris and get your shirts back on, although his a little less formally. You two stomp out and just enjoy a moment in the parking lot.

"So," he finally asks. "Shall we try to have another intimate moment?"

"You mean fuck?" you say plainly. He blushes but nods. "Where shall we go?"