Joe's Auto Part 4

It wasn't long before a month came and went. Working every shift with Joe training me was really helping me catch on quick. At this point I could nearly job anything in the shop, though I was still having trouble rebuilding engines, and often ended up with Joe leaning in to assist and getting close enough for me to smell his aftershave. Which I would never complain about.

Within that short month I started noticing a little extra heft around Joe's middle as well. His jumpsuit had started to grow more taut around in the belly area. Even his shirts have started to rise a little when he wasn't on uniform. If it wasn't for the every day visits to Pete's Grill, and my ordering extra food to bring back, I'm certain this wouldn't be the case. Especially if he didn't eat my leftovers every time we got back to the shop. He'd sit and give me direction if needed, while he sat and chomped away on anything and everything from my takeout box. Just as planned.

I found myself staring more and more often with every extra pound he gained. I feared that he may have caught me a few times, but he said nothing of it. Hopefully he hadn't noticed. But one person sure as hell did.

I was changing a tire on a jeep wrangler, watching Joe scratch his bloated gut just after lunch, while he was taking a phone call in the corner of the shop. That was when Kent came rolling up next to me on his shop stool. His white beard contained a smudge of oil, while his bulbous gut bulged into his lap.

"So," he said while glancing at Joe, then turning back to me. "You like the bears?"

My face went red while I continued loosening the nuts on the wheel. I said nothing. Kent simply chuckled.

"It's okay, nothing to be ashamed about." He said as he glanced at Joe again. "He's a handsome guy. I check him out too. I've also been noticing that he's gained a bit of weight in the middle. Won't be long before he going up a size in uniform. I take it that's your doing?"

I'm not sure if it could, but I felt as though my face turned an even darker shade of red. Kent smiled down at me.

"I thought so. I've noticed him eating leftovers from the Grill. I'm guessing he hasn't even noticed what you're doing yet. I, myself, have been working on this gut for years." He ran a hand across the curve of his plump gut and gave it a couple pats. "It's hard work doing it on my own. It would sure be nice to have a boy, or cub like yourself, feeding me and pushing me bigger."

Was he serious? He was handsome, I'll admit. I'll even go as far as to say I checked him out often as well, especially his gut. Always seeing him rubbing or patting his gut. Him coming back from lunch break looking a bit bloated and out of breath. Seeing him rest of on the front of cars, the counters, even the tool case. I thought he was just a fat guy. I didn't realize he had been doing it all out of pleasure. But now it all made sense. And it sounded like he wanted something. Or to do something. With me.

"Are you asking if I'm interested?" I said casually, or at least while attempting to be casual. I could still feel my face was on fire, but I wouldn't turn down a belly if it was offering itself.

"You tell me," was his answer, as he turned his body to face me, unzipping his jumpsuit as he did. He then pulled it open and relaxed his gut, letting it bulge out of the uniform to its full extent. He was big. Not like he-could-chug-a-keg big, but big enough to look like he had swallowed an over-inflated basketball. He wore a white undershirt, which didn't even pass his navel.

He continued to stare down at me with a tilt of his head and raised brow. I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to confirm that I was interested in having fun with him. Which I was. I was more interested in Joe, of course. But my balls had been blue for the better part of two weeks now, and I needed to have some fun of my own while I continued to work toward my goal for Joe.

I just gave a small chuckle, before I reached out and ran my hand across the warm taut surface of Kent's gut, running my fingers through the gray hair growing on his fleshy sphere. In response, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he let out a content groan.

"Kent! Not in the shop!" Joe hollered.

I withdrew my hand faster than a striking cobra. Kent jumped as well, sitting upright, sucking in his gut just enough to race the zipper of his jumpsuit back to the top.

"Right, sorry!" He shouted back. He gave me a wink. As he wheeled away I heard him whisper, "meet me back here tonight. I'll bring the snacks."

He then rolled back to the vehicle he had been replacing the headlights on.

I glanced back to Joe, who was still watching us with a stern look on his face. He didn't say anything further. He just turned and walked into his office. As he tapped the door to close it, I caught just enough of a glimpse to see him rubbing the curve of his gut just before the door clicked shut.