48 donuts . . . and counting!

"Fuck, bro. There was no way I thought I was gonna lose that bet! I mean, I knew you was fat and all - obviously! - but I couldn't imagine anyone - even someone your size could eat four dozen donuts in one sitting! That's fucking incredible, man. How are you even breathing right now, piggy - cause you inhaled those motherfuckers? You know I'm studying nutrtion as part of my personal trainer course, right? You - you greedy fuck! - have just gorged down nearly 10,000 calories in about 20 minutes. That's more than I eat in a week, man.  Look at how round your belly is, stuffed with all that fat, sugar and carbs. You look massive. And you're sweating like a fucking pig. But I gotta hand it to you, fat boy, you fucking did it. So, you've won the bet: what do you want for your prize? I know you're a fag - not that that bothers me, of course - so what'll it be? You want me to flex for you, show off this perfect body? I can take my underwear off too if you wanna see my dick? You can touch me if you want, run those chubby hands over all this smooth, lean muscle and silky smooth skin. Oh, you want all that, do you, fat boy? The contrast gets you off, does it? I can understand that. I'm not gay, but I gotta tell ya my dick is kinda hard looking at how fucking fat you are; your big belly sticking out covered in sugar and crumbs and grease. Shame there aren't more donuts because thinking about feeding you even more is all my brain concentrating on at the moment. What's that? No way, you fucking hog - there's another two dozen in the kitchen? Don't move, fat boy - not that you even could right now you're so fucking stuffed. Let me slip off these undies and I'll be right back. Just sit there like the fat load you are and open wide. Yeah, I'm gonna be a two-handed feeder, you greedy fat fuck."