You hang out with him on his stream and play games!

You couldn't pass the opportunity up. You had known McKinsey for years, but never have really gotten to know him. He was a rich, fat, slob, and you loved that. It made you so hard, and no doubt he knew it. It wasn't like you could hide your cock anyway, all these years. He knew you were packing. The way he teased you about it and practically offered you his ass, it was a wonder you had never taken him up on his offer. Maybe it was time to change that.

You let your cock lead you and walked up behind McKinsey. His fat was wobbling and jiggling like jello as he played his game. He was very animated for a fat guy as he swayed left and right and moved with the controller as if he was in the game himself. You couldn't help but watch, and your cock began leaking pre-cum that soaked through your pants. The wet splotch began to slowly grow before finally he cheered as he won his match. His fat quaked as he grabbed at a large pizza nearby and started stuffing his mouth full of it until he finally noticed you.

"Oh! Yo, IYNH!" He says excitedly as the sauces and toppings drip onto his chest. "Enjoying the show?"

"Uh, yeah," you stumble over your words. "Mind if I join you? I brought your food orders in."

"Oh, they're here already?" He says completely oblivious of the time. "Bring 'em over! Wanna feed me? I could always use a co-gamer to keep me fueled up!"

"I'd love that!" You say as you walk over, your cock swinging left and right with every step, as you begin to grab the many bags of takeout and fast food to bring them to McKinsey. He takes them all happily and already begins to unpack them and eat, despite an already hefty pile of food already waiting to be eaten on his desk.

"Here, sit!" He says as he shuffles his fat and scoots over on his couch. There really isn't much room left on it because he's almost as fat as the entire thing, but he makes enough room that you can squeeze into. His fat is falling into you as you're pushed over into the arm rest, and because your legs are so pushed together, your balls overflow your lap and your cock is **** into your face. The thick beads of pre-cum are much more apparent than ever, and your nostrils are filled with the scent of your cum.

"Thanks," you say as you make yourself comfortable while McKinsey keeps eating.

"Hey chat, this is my neighbor," he says to the webcam. You notice his computer screen and see his preview of the stream. You nearly blow your load looking at the size difference between the two of you on the couch. McKinsey takes up the entire thing and his belly overlaps his legs nearly reaching the floor, meanwhile as squeezed in as you are, your cock and balls nearly obscure you entirely.

You can see the chat flying by and are surprised by just how many people are watching. You remember McKinsey saying he got thousands of followers watching him, but this was something else. The messages were so fast, you could just barely pick up the people loving and worshiping McKinsey, egging him on to keep eating and get fatter. Here and there you saw messages about you now, admiring your cock and loving the size difference between you and McKinsey.

"Here," he said, handing you a controller. "You can help me get a higher score."

"Sure," you say, a little unconfident in your gaming skills.

You sit with McKinsey and play with him for hours. Following his lead, you manage to not make a fool of yourself and hold your own, but McKinsey clearly plays on another level compared to you. He also spares no moment to not feed himself. He's always eating something and shoving food into his mouth. Even before he's done chewing, he pushes another fistful of food into his gullet. When you've died and can't do anything anymore, he barks at you to feed him, and you gladly do. Grabbing pizzas, tacos, burgers, and many more varieties of food, you guide them all into his mouth and watch in awe as he eats. His stomach was seemingly endless as the wrappers and containers of food pile higher and higher.

Night had fallen and the two of you continued to play. You have gotten to know McKinsey a lot more than ever before, as he loved to talk when the camera was on. It was good "content" or so he says. You waited as another match was loading and read the chat as McKinsey ordered another pizza delivery. Many comments were about the game, plenty were loving watching McKinsey eat and his fat quake. Some comments talked about you. Who you were, your cock, and how thoroughly soaked through your pants were. The match loaded and McKinsey was ready to go as you too picked up your controller.

Just then you saw a comment fly by in the chat. It seemed like nothing, but McKinsey had a lot of chatters. Some were even locals. Elsewhere in town, someone was watching and typing. Just after taking a drink of the town's wishing powder enhanced tap water...

They typed, "I wish..."