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Jack and Jamie were partnered up police officers and also polar opposites. While Jack was obsessed with working out, sports and doing any physical activity, Jamie was obsessed with food…massive amounts of food. Of course, there were physically opposites as well, Jack sported a trim frame, torso adorned with a six pack which he proudly showed off whenever he had a chance meanwhile Jamie was, at least, twice Jack’s size, stomach large and flabby, hanging out his uniform constantly, fat legs squeezed in his work pants which were near bursting at any moment.
Yet, there was something about Jamie that completely enchanted Jack. Whether it was the fact his partner could eat for a family of ten without any breaks or just the way he seemed so badly pleased with himself whenever he stuffed his belly to the brim, packed full and swelled up round until he was in pain, whining all day and rubbing his stretched belly. It was like ecstasy for Jack to see his blubbery partner so vulnerable, barely able to keep his hands away from helping Jamie rub his big, swollen gut. Jamie’s perpetually ballooned up belly restricted him from driving their shared police car, thus Jack was always the one behind the wheel, often stopping at any drive through they could find, innocently pushing his partner’s limits.
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For once, the day wasn’t as chaotic and busy as they tended to be. The two were assigned as patrol for the day. Jack hated it, feeling useless when he has to sit in the car all day with nothing to do. On the other hand, Jamie loved it, getting to sit around and do nothing, but feast on ungodly amounts of snacks he takes to work every single day. From Jack’s particular observation, Jamie seemed different- almost bigger than yesterday.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone eat that much sugar and never get sick from it.” The remark, as normal as it could be, made Jamie stop for a second before he let out a soft laugh, “Perhaps, I have built up a resistance of sorts to it” he muffled out between bites. Yeah, resistance. His clothes certainly didn’t show any signs of resistance though.
As if on command, Jamie’s stomach suddenly grumbled loudly as he burped. “I.. *burp* oh, jeez, I’m sorry—-“ He softly spoke out between burps, hand set on his distended, gurgling belly as it rubbed small circles on it. He was clearly in pain, so much for his resistance, eyes hazey and half closed meanwhile his other hand searched for Jack’s. To Jack, it seemed like his partner was trying to lure him in, testing his composure and he surely got him weak. But Jack ignored the hand looking for his own, instead laying it on top of Jamie’s belly, earning a smile from him. “It feels really tight. How did you manage that in such a short time, we’ve been here an hour only.” He was right, the other’s belly was stuffed full and tight, rounder than he has ever seen. It was magnificent seeing Jamie so full, especially when he counts in the fact, he’s holding his belly. “I had a big breakfast- twice today. Maybe a small cake too~.” His words resembling a whisper, opposite to the loud digesting noises going on inside his guts, yet he seemed so proud of his painful stomach, rubbing it alongside Jack, even patting it. Jack was speechless, this felt like a fever dream. His work crush stuffed like a pig, even letting him rub the swollen mountain of lard. He almost wanted to praise him, tell him how well he did eating himself till it hurt.