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(This story contains Male fatness, over-indulgence with candy, M/M romance and belly rubs, and ‘spooky’ children’s Halloween costumes.)
Everything was ready. The easy chair was moved near the door. Between them was a table holding a huge bowl of individually-wrapped mini candy bars. More were in bags nearby, ready to refill as necessary.
Proudly surveying the setup, Albert then went to a nearby mirror to make sure he was just as ready. He straightened the orange sweater that covered his large frame. The design made his beachball-sized belly look like a carved pumpkin. Looking at the clock, he realized the first of the visitors should be here at any moment. He went by the door to wait.
It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang. Picking up the bowl, he opened the door to a kindergarten-aged girl dressed as a witch, with her mother keeping a respectful distance on the walkway. “Trick or treat!” she practically screamed as she held out her bag.
Albert tried to look scared through his smile. “Oh my, a witch! Please don’t cast a spell on me! Here, have a piece of candy instead.” He held the bowl down to where she could reach in. The girl hesitated, but at a nod from her mother, she selected one piece of her favorite and put it in her bag before retreating down to the walkway. After her mother whispered something, she turned and said, “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome!” To the mother he said, “Hi Angela! I hope you’re having fun. Gosh, Brinn has grown.”
Angela replied with a smile as her daughter started leading her to the next house. “Oh, don’t make me cry more than I already have, Albert!” They waved together, and off they went.
Closing the door, Albert pulled the same type of candy that the little witch just got and peeled off the wrapper. “And one for me!” he declared before popping it into his mouth.
Soon Albert was met at the door by three preschool boys who had decided to go together. “Trick or treat!” they said in near-unison.
“Oh my, what brings Daredevil, a pirate, and a Creeper from Minecraft to my door?” Albert was proud of the two hours he’d spent looking over popular costumes on the internet so he would hopefully not get stumped. “I bet you would like some candy.” He held out the bowl, and they each took a piece without hesitation.
The thank yous came in less unison, and the three parents waved as they went on their way. Not waiting, he set the bowl down and pulled the same three pieces those boys had gotten, and ate them one by one, after saying, “And three for me.” Looking out at the late afternoon sun that was turning into twilight, he knew there was still a long night ahead.
And so it was. As it started to get dark, more kids rang his doorbell dressed as ghosts, ghouls, goblins, but mostly characters from animated films and video games. Albert was proud and happy to have recognized them all. After each one, he ate another piece of candy, the same kind as what he’d just handed out.
When he started this personal tradition years ago, he was much slimmer. But this holiday, in tandem with the holidays that followed every year, had taken its toll, giving him the rotund body he now had. Not that he minded - he thought he looked good in his pumpkin sweater, and looked forward to needing a larger one in a couple years.
As the hour got later, the trick-or-treaters got older, and soon they were taking more than one small candy bar as a reward. Albert didn’t mind being hospitable, but this meant he needed to consume even more candy the fuller he got. At the very end, when a pack of high schoolers took about four or five each, he sat down in the chair and got to work. Bleary eyed and on the verge of discomfort, he unwrapped the first of the nearly thirty candies of his self-imposed obligation and placed it in his mouth. As one after the other met the same fate, Albert’s discomfort intensified, and he let out a loud groan before ingesting the next. Eventually, every single piece of candy he’d set out for himself was gone. His belly was even bigger and rounder than when he’d started this evening, making the pumpkin on his sweater a true award-winner.
Albert just sat there groaning as the door opened. Dominic placed his keys on the hook and went to hang his coat in the closet. “Sorry I’m late, ‘Bert. Work was hell as usual. How did my Jack-O-Lantern fare…” He turned to see his husband and stopped mid sentence. “The high school kids again, huh?”
Albert groaned and weakly nodded. Dominic smiled and said, “What a trooper. Come on, let me de-pumpkin you and get you more comfortable." He took Albert by both hands, and pulled him out of the chair. Bracing against his unsteady gait, Dominic finally got him to sit on the bed. Pulling the huge orange sweater off revealed his lover’s grand belly, which Dominic had always loved.
Laying Albert down gently, he explored the taut round ball with a thick layer of flab surrounding it. Laughing, he said, “You’re like a peanut M&M - hard on the inside. Hey, maybe for Phil and Dean’s party tomorrow, instead of wearing your sweater again, you can go shirtless and paint your belly yellow with a white “m” on it!”
Receiving nothing but groans in reply, Dominic got to work rubbing, gently at first, then harder to get through the fat to relieve the tension in his stomach. The moans of relief he got meant he was doing a good job. Soon the painful groaning stopped, and Albert looked over at his life partner and said, “Thank you, honey.”
Dominic kissed him and said, “No worries. I just wanted you to be in shape for the end of the night. See, it’s not yet midnight, and I was seriously thinking of taking a couple dozen candies out of the bowl…”
Albert’s eyes went wide before he broke out in a gentle smile.