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The Danish Destroyer Meets the Pretty Porker	By : writearts2 Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 4717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-The Danish Destroyer Meets the Pretty Porker
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Orlando released a loud, extended burp that rattled his belly then he settled back against his comfortable, oversized burgundy velvet couch, it one of his prized Art deco pieces and sighed in relief. His fingers rested contentedly against his round gut surging beneath his snug red T-shirt then they massaged the stretched surface.

As his fingers distributed his weight Orlando burped again and chuckled in bloated triumph. Yeah, cool, the chunky beauty had just consumed a two foot long loaded with everything hoagie, everything including roasted veggies, turkey slabs, chicken slices, five kinds of cheese and deluxe fixings, in under five minutes. That relentless gorging was a record even for Orlando’s voracious appetite.

The smug Orlando knew there was no way he’d be beaten at this year’s Wing Bowl. As he congratulated himself on his latest gorging practice Orlando lovingly caressed his swollen gut then he let another calming burp rip free. His big gut now protruded away from his middle in taut contentment. Orlando had been practicing his relentless speed eating for grueling weeks, he steadily increasing his intake with every huge meal. The result was Orlando now gained 55 pounds, the weight resting entirely in his gut. Last year the young eater had been fat but this year he approached super-sized.

Still, Orlando didn’t care since he just wanted to win the bizarre contest for the fifth year running and set a new world’s record. His devoted fans, who had nicknamed Orlando "Pretty Porker" and loved oinking during his outrageous eating performances, expected him to win again so Orlando didn’t want to let them down. Beside, Orlando wanted to be the big eater everyone would talk about over the office water cooler. If he achieved this record Orlando would be the one eater to rule them all.

As he sat there digesting and burping a proud Orlando gazed fondly at the framed pictures of his many eating triumphs. Years ago Orlando had entered this strange food madness as a lark because his drinking mates always teased him about how much he could eat. Orlando, although almost skinny, could out-consume anyone he knew. And Orlando loved eating fattening foods until he felt bloated and full but his gorging never showed on his slim frame.

Since no one took the willowy Orlando seriously the first time he tried entering this strange event Orlando had to demonstrate his skills in qualifying matches. He had stunned the skeptical judges by devouring an entire loaded with toppings pizza in a swift six minutes. Since they thought that stunt might be beginners luck next the judges requested that Orlando compete in two more events. The slim novice wolfed down 10 massive double cheeseburgers in just under 12 minutes. At the next event Orlando bravely devoured 2 pounds of mushy, over cooked Brussel sprouts in under five minutes. Completely disgusting but necessary for his advancement into the all -important final.

The judges saw great potential in this slim and decidedly handsome young man. In their eyes if Orlando won he could be the pretty new poster boy for speed eating. They admitted him in the tourney so Orlando could compete against others who had been in the eating biz for years. During the insanity of the finals the manic Orlando beat 10 burly, big-gutted men by eating 165 wings and setting a new world’s record. After the competition his slim belly bulged big with 40 extra pounds of food, but his quick metabolism made the weight fade away.

Since Orlando was young, sleek and supremely beautiful the media adored him. Fast-food chains fought over Orlando for their playful commercials featuring him casually devouring their wares. Suddenly the quiet, slim sculptor was now a true trash celebrity making plenty of money by touring around America eating like a prize pig and staring in commercials. No matter what they put before him as long as it was dead Orlando devoured it in record time. Yeah, best of all they paid Orlando well for the act. The more Orlando consumed the larger his bank account grew. Since he’d never been wealthy before Orlando appreciated the perks his new life granted him, like his stylish apartment filled with art and elegance. Orlando might have turned into a trash celebrity but he still possessed good taste in places other than his devouring mouth.

Buuurp. During the third year of fame after he turned 25 Orlando hit a strange plateau. His tall, sleek body suddenly began thickening with new fat. At first it was only a few paunchy inches hanging over his belt line. But the wrapped up in his new career Orlando didn’t mind growing fat; he was tall so he could handle the extra weight. But then the few inches became eight thick inches. Then ten bloated inches. Then a foot of solid fat swelled from Orlando’s long middle. Yes, by the time the fourth Wing Bowl came around young Orlando was no longer slim. Instead he had a large hanging gut that had hit the fifteen inch mark. His trim ass had expanded into a luscious bubble and his heavy thighs swelled his jeans in a fair imitation of sausages. Despite his new girth Orlando still won and even set another record.

Now Orlando had bloated himself even larger. His massive, food-swollen gut hung before him in a round, flabby ball that just reached a two foot swell. A year ago his patient lover, a sensitive photographer who had endured Orlando’s annoying new occupation for the past five years, finally left him, he claiming Orlando loved eating more than anything else in life.

What could Orlando say? It was true. He lived to eat and win.

Lately Orlando’s expanding girth didn’t affect his sex life, since admirers who appreciated his expansive celebrity hounded him. But not having someone special in his life bothered Orlando, yeah, it made him feel sad and lonely. While the money felt fine not having someone who loved Orlando for himself felt wrong.

Oh enough stupid self-pity. Yeah, fuck them all, winning this next Wing Bowl and becoming the ultimate champ would make the bloated Orlando feel extremely happy. He didn’t need anyone except himself and, yeah, well, his food.

Orlando finally hefted his fat mass off the couch and waddled back to his designer kitchen for more beer. Two days to go before he triumphed. And Orlando knew he would be the big, swollen star.

He’d accept nothing less.

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Two nights before the important event Orlando hung up from a disturbing phone conversation and frowned down at his bulging gut. Sean, his manager and good friend, had learned of a new contestant, a big-time eater that no one in America had ever faced. This eating dude was Danish and he had decided America needed to know him. Apparently he was a well-respected eating champ in Europe known as the "Danish Destroyer."

After the phone call ended Orlando paced around his spacious living room in brooding thoughtfulness then he shrugged, detoured to his kitchen and opened a beer. European champion… so fucking what? Orlando ruled the Wing Bowl and no one was going to beat him.

No one.

After his finished his beer Orlando popped open another and lumbered to his bedroom to pack for the trip to Philadelphia and his true destiny.

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On the day of the Wing Bowl Orlando confidently entered the filled to capacity arena to deafening cheers and waved to his supporters. During his walk, well, waddle to the stage Orlando grinned in delight at the usual oinking noise, yes, the girthy beauty felt up and ready to eat until his big gut burst from over consumption. Nothing would distract him now.

Erm, wow, well, perhaps nothing.

As Orlando proudly waddled forward his deep, honey-toned eyes widened in sudden amazement. Of course the reigning champ recognized the usual fat suspects, they all applauding his entrance and catcalling in friendly competition. But one man, he also applauding, was a stranger. Oh man, a tall, blonde, deliciously big and utterly handsome stranger sporting one helluva round, firm gut stood confidently at the far end of the stage, yes, just next to Orlando’s usual position. That big dude had to be Viggo.

A lusting Orlando suddenly wanted to say fuck the eating contest and begin rolling around with this stunningly beefy beauty. His long cock twitched in lust. What a big, beautiful man!

Orlando’s jealous eating ego kicked in and tried shielding him but the man’s striking light blue gaze proved deadly. As Orlando casually waddled up to the stage the tall man’s gaze swept Orlando up and down then it halted on his beautiful face. A slow, sensual smile slammed into Orlando and nearly derailed his common sense.

To Orlando’s acute embarrassment his entire fat body broke into a sexy sweat. He managed to murmur a coherent greeting. "Hello, you must be Viggo." Orlando held out his hand in polite greeting.

"Yes, I am. And you are Orlando, legendary champ of this event." After they shook hands Viggo grinned and caressingly ran his fingers over Orlando’s round gut pressing mightily against his red T-shirt. "You already look so wonderfully full and round. Do you have room for more food in there?"

"I could say the same, mate." Orlando grinned back then he playfully poked his finger into Viggo’s heavy gut. Mmm, wow, the expanse felt nice and hard. Sleek muscle rode atop the lard. How exciting!

"We’ll see, eh?" Viggo smiled and made sure his wink defined sexy.

Orlando blinked and somehow restrained himself from going into red alert lip lock. What a tease!

The contestants all joked and greeted one another. There were the usual good-natured threats to beat the swollen Orlando. As the teasing continued Orlando just grinned more and shrugged. He felt Viggo’s caressing eyes watching his every move. Feeling that sweet gaze made him sweat even more.

When the opening ceremonies began the sold-out crowd wildly cheered each contestant. Each man teasingly posed. When Orlando was introduced he stood and performed his trademark stunt: he ripped off his T-shirt to reveal his huge round belly. The name "pretty porker" rode atop his big curve in ornate Gothic lettering.

The audience responded with a loud barrage of oinking and wild applause.

Viggo laughed in appreciation but he also gazed in lusting admiration. What a big, smooth belly! The Dane definitely wanted to bury his face into all that sweet flesh hanging so close to him or lick those large dark nipples until his tongue felt satisfied. Everything about the beautiful young Orlando looked supremely delicious, ahh, the plump boy looked tastier than a large, golden pastry.

Once the mania died down Viggo was announced as the European eating champion. As the announcer listed all of Viggo’s eating accomplishments Orlando stared in shocked surprise. No shit, this handsome dude was one big eater. The nickname "Danish Destroyer" made the crowd cheer.

Viggo stood, smiled in greeting and copied Orlando’s stunt. He dramatically flung his ruined shirt to the floor and flexed his still muscular arms.

As he watched the performance Orlando laughed and clapped in appreciation. Inside he groaned and drooled in flaming lust. Viggo’s big, hard belly was nicely trimmed with ginger-toned hair. Fuck, oh wow, Orlando adored a fat, furry belly more than anything on earth. He somehow controlled himself from devotedly petting Viggo’s naked flesh. His long fingers twitched in lusting agony. Why was this happening to him? He didn’t need the sexy distraction!

Once the contestants settled in and waited for the wings to start being piled before them Orlando suddenly felt strong fingers fondle his bulging lower gut. He looked over at Viggo in mute shock. Viggo smiled and leaned close, his classic nose almost nuzzling Orlando’s long, sweat-damp mane. "Orlando, if I may be so bold let me say there’s one main reason I came over here to compete in this interesting event. I saw a recent photo of you and admired how you had developed into such a big, beautiful boy. Mmm, I got a happy hard-on just looking at your divine picture and now that I see your plump glory in person, well, you look even more delicious."

Man, this Danish dude knew how to turn a guy on! Orlando licked his sculpted lips and winked in complete approval. "Why thank you so much. So, my handsome Viggo, after I beat you how about you come up to my hotel room so you can show me that hard-on?"

Viggo laughed softly and seductively squeezed Orlando’s bloated belly again. His voice dropped into a husky, hair-raising whisper. "Well, hmm, my dear beauty, after I beat you I’ll gladly show you my hard-on."

"Oh really now?"

"Absolutely."

They grinned at each other in competitive lust. Viggo’s slow, lecherous wink almost undid Orlando’s eating composure. He wrenched his gaze from Viggo’s wonderful face and inhaled a centering breath. Man, it was time to focus!

A low chuckle escaped Viggo’s throat. Mmm, nothing like a flustered beauty to whet the savage appetite.

At last the wings arrived. The tension mounted. The bell finally announced the contest.

Determined fingers gripped sauce-coated wings and guided them toward hungry mouths. The eating began! During the feeding frenzy Orlando worked in his systematic method, his healthy teeth efficiently stripping the meat from the bones. As he ate he quickly glanced to his side to watch Viggo. He almost gasped in surprise and ruined his rhythm. No way, Viggo had eaten five more wings than Orlando! Impossible!

The anxious Orlando kicked up his eating speed and ate faster than he ever imagined possible. The food steadily piled into his huge gut. The amazed servers kept filling up the plates before the two big men. As they gorged Orlando and Viggo kept monitoring each other and pushed their eating speed into disgusting consumption.

The bell sounded ending the first round.

The judges sorted the piles of bones and threw out the five lowest contenders. When they sorted through the massive bone piles towering before the panting in wing-stuffed pain Orlando they felt astonished to see he had already eaten 160 wings! In one session! Orlando’s previous record was 175 for the entire tourney. The greedy judges felt ecstatic at how much their dependable champ had eaten. When they announced this news the crowd went wild.

The judges felt more astonished to see that Viggo had eaten 163 wings. The happy crowd cheered again. They loved the unexpected competition.

When Viggo’s consumption number was announced Orlando stared at Viggo in shock. No way! To Orlando’s dismay the big Dane didn’t even look phased, no, instead he sat there calming digesting his food. That sight wasn’t good. The slighter Orlando already felt bloated and dizzy. Both men’s bellies had swollen larger.

During the break Orlando waddled around inhaling deep breaths, massaging his aching gut and burping in rapid succession. As he waddled back and forth Viggo joined him. "You really can eat, my supreme beauty. I am completely impressed."

"I can return the compliment. The audience loves the competition."

"So do I." Viggo winked and lewdly licked his lips.

Orlando smiled and briefly pursed his bar-b-que sauce stained lips at Viggo. Still, sexy or not Orlando vowed to beat the delicious Dane.

The second round began. Both men ate even faster. Orlando felt his groaning in pain belly growing bigger and fatter. To his left Viggo finally began panting in effort. Hearing his panting made Orlando feel better and forced him to step up his pace.

The shocked crowd screamed encouragement. Both men pushed harder and harder. The other contestants gave up and watched in awe as both men’s heavy bellies swelled larger and rounder.

Orlando couldn’t believe he was eating this quickly. He felt possessed, yes, he had become a slave to his eating. He felt so ridiculously full he truly thought he might explode. He also couldn’t believe how huge his already big belly had grown; he had to be approaching the three foot mark!

Viggo looked just as huge. His furry gut gradually expanded into a giant round mass.

The staff began to worry that they might run out of wings.

The second round finally ended. Both men groaned in pain and collapsed back, their huge round bellies telling the tale of how much they had stuffed into themselves.

The judges counted in awe. Orlando had devoured 435 more wings! Unbelievable!

They sorted through Viggo’s bones and found one that wasn’t perfectly clean. To their disbelief he had eaten 432 wings, which tied him with Orlando.

This meant sudden death.

Orlando wanted to cry. He had to eat more?

Viggo panted in pain. "This is unreal. Our guts are going to pop! Can you believe how fat we’ve grown? This is insane."

"I can’t believe it. I ache so badly."

"I also ache. This isn’t good, beauty."

Orlando’s competitive nature flared up. "So, big boy, I won’t mind if you quit. I’ll still let you see me naked."

Viggo chuckled in appreciation and shook his head. Dear round Orlando was too cute to be true. "Really now. Worry not, fair one, we’re battling this out to the end."

Shit. Orlando burped and tried not throwing up.

Both men fell silent and digested. Orlando couldn’t believe how fat he had bloated. He could hardly move!

But the beefy beauty vowed he would eat more. He wanted to win this important event. Sudden death was ten minutes long.

Orlando tried ignoring the pain in his immense gut and mentally prepared to gorge more. He could barely rise to waddle around but he had to force himself to release long deep burps to make room for more wings. A panting in pain Viggo silently waddled with him.

The match began.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as both men ate with disgusting speed.

As he crammed the food in Orlando began crying in food-swollen pain but he continued eating. He sat with his fat legs spread wide because his big lower belly now hung over the chair edge. Orlando’s elastic waistband barely remained on his thighs. His belly now swelled obscenely big, it reaching well over a four foot girth. Since neither man could reach the table the servers sat the plates directly atop of their huge, sauce stained flesh bags.

The ending bell rang.

Mad cheering began. Both men sagged in their chairs and cried in food-swollen pain. Their giant bellies now bulged before them for five huge feet. They both looked like their bellies had devoured them.

The judges carefully piled the bones in stacks of fifty.

They counted each man’s pile three different times.

They couldn’t believe it. They both had eaten 690 more wings.

Viggo and Orlando stared at each other and started laughing through their painful tears.

The judges conferred then they declared a split win. They felt afraid that if either man ate more they’d explode.

When the two men tried rising from their chairs they couldn’t heft their massive new weight so handlers lifted them. As they struggled to rise their bellies rolled down before them and rested against their knees.

Orlando didn’t know how to feel; he hadn’t won but he hadn’t lost. He just knew there was no way he was sharing Viggo’s hard-on tonight.

Nor did he want dinner.

After recovering in bed moaning in stuffed discomfort for three bloated days Orlando gradually looked a little less swollen but not by much. All right, he needed to get up. For a few panicked minutes spent rolling around the supremely heavy eater thought he’d need help but he finally hefted himself to his feet and stared down at his incredibly gut. Well, he knew someone who wouldn’t think he’d grown too fat.

Once he wrapped a new black silk robe thoughtfully supplied by the hotel around his immense girth Orlando slowly waddled down the hall and knocked on Viggo’s door. Viggo’s husky voice called out in greeting. "Who is it?"

"The man you couldn’t beat."

Laughter sounded behind the door then Viggo answered and smiled in delight. "There’s my beautiful Orlando! I was just about to come visit you. Today’s the first day I could finally move my huge gut from my bed."

Orlando stroked his silk robe over his burgeoning belly and winked in sexy delight. ‘I know exactly what you mean. Well, darling, I want to get back in bed with you and explore that promised hard-on, well, at least with my hands."

"I know. We’re a little too big to do anything else but just the thought of you cuddling all that sweet golden flesh against me makes me wildly horny." Viggo waddled back and let Orlando enter. He helped Orlando remove his robe then they smiled at each other and rubbed their bellies in flirtatious friction. Once they pressed close to each other fingers teased lips, nipples and warm flesh. Their satisfied panting turned into sensual moans.

"Mmm, come on." Viggo gripped Orlando’s fingers and tugged him toward the bed. When the two massive beauties entered the bed the overwhelmed frame abruptly collapsed and thudded the box spring and mattress to the floor. They laughed so hard they started crying in glee.

They had found their soulmates.

Once Orlando caught his breath he smiled at Viggo’s flushed face. "Well, darling, I finally have my appetite back. Does room service sound good to you?"

Their hearty laughter shook the floor.

FIN xoxoxo
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