Beard And Belly

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[pangtzu]

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‘Babe, do you think you need another slice?’ Diageo asked with a concerned look plastered across his face.

‘It’s so good though, you know I can’t resist your Cherry Cream Pie, go on just another slice’ Daniel pleaded, knowing his husband wouldn’t be able to tell him no.

‘Fine, but don’t come crying to me when your parents give you a hard time when we see them at Christmas this year’ Diageo called back as he dutifully emptied the last of the pie onto Daniel’s plate.

The couple had been together just over 4 years, moved in together shortly after meeting and quickly felt inseparable. It was never a dream of Diageo’s to be with a guy like Daniel, he had always been a bit of a scene queen, listing after hairy, muscled men with a bit of fluff. But Daniel was different, he was confident for a guy why was squeezed into 40inch waist jeans on that night they first met. Daniel clearly liked his food, and something about that felt wholesome to Diageo who had just about given up hope of ever setting down.

Daniel hadn’t gone out that night looking for anything, he just wanted to have a good time with his mates. He was more than a little tipsy when he clocked Diageo from across the packed bar. A 6 foot something, slender man with a handsome face and a scruffy beard. He seemed to shine brighter than everyone else in the bar. Being quite a few drinks deep, Daniel made the first move which was totally out of character for him.

What was a chance encounter, quickly turned into a steady and dependable partnership. As time rolled by, the couple settled into a life neither of them had thought possible, a slow paced kind of love, intimate but caring and honest. Well, mostly honest, what Daniel had played off as a love of good food, was actually much deeper. After a deeply satisfying Sunday lunch, Daniel wanted to push it a little further, but he knew this was going to trigger it, the moment he would have to confess.

‘Babe…is there any more?’ He asked cautiously.

Diageo’s eyebrow raised. ‘You’re not stuffed already?’

‘Yea, but I like the feeling’ Daniel said, he wasn’t really sure how best to explain it.

‘What? Of…being full? Said a confused Diageo.

‘Yea, of being full…eating…and…’ Daniel held off, he hadn’t said this out loud before.

‘And what?’ Diageo felt like he knew the answer, but he needed to hear it from Daniel.

‘Getting…fat’ Daniel said not being able to look his lover in the eye.

Diageo was taken aback, he took a moment to compose himself. Yea his boyfriend had gained a bit of weight in their year together, Diageo had just put it down to relationship weight though. Thinking about it, 3 stone was a lot of relationship weight.

‘So…you want to get fat..er?’ Diageo asked while not being sure what else to say.

‘Only if you don’t mind…I want to but if you don’t want me to, I won’t’ Daniel wasn’t even sure if he could stick to his word, he wanted this more than anything, always had.

Diageo was torn, he didn’t know if he could willing watch his partner get fat, he didn’t mind his partner being husky or even fat, but his man was sat there, already fat and saying he wants to get fatter.

‘You do it if you want to babe, but just be careful. I love you, I want you to do what will make you happy, but just make sure you are happy’ Diageo said diplomatically, masking what he really wanted to say.

[afewmorecalories]

Finally…getting a sink worthy belly like the other big boys

[fatassgay]

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Alex had it all, until he lost it all. The career, the husband, the house. He had worked himself to the bone to get where he was, but it eventually cost him everything. All the stress of keeping up with his ambition, always buying the latest thing and needing more and more money to fund his lifestyle. The debts seemed to mount higher, no matter how big his bonus was or how many times he refinanced his house.

Breaking point came, he knew he was living on a knife edge, but his husband had threatened to leave him if they didn’t join in with a group and go on that luxury cruise. The holiday was just like the hundreds they had been on before, but coming home to a pile of Final Demands and Bailiff notices ripped the couple apart.

6 months later, alex was living alone, in a house he couldn’t afford, in debt up to his eyeballs. He was a broken man. His work suffered, he couldn’t concentrate and it eventually led to his termination from the company. The debts still persisted, he eventually admitted defeat and declared himself bankrupt. Forfeiting his dream home, his luxury cars and almost all the contents of his home.

He spiralled into a dark depression as he moved into the grimy, pokey one bed flat in a social housing tower block. Rarely leaving his flat, losing contact with almost everyone he knew.

He found solace and comfort in food, the pleasure of eating felt like his only relief. The textures, the flavours and the smells. Each bite, each flavour giving a moments relief from the state he had found himself in. It became addictive, always needing a bit more to curb the pain and ease his mind.

Everything seemed to push him further down his new path. Every friendship lost and every pound gained only compounded his issues, resulting in a waistline that pushed outward faster each passing year.

[sambam0728]

Would love to see you laying on your back.

Ask and you shall receive.

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It’s mental how I look at this and think ‘fuck that belly is huge’ then I look at a photo of me in the same position and realise I’m similar in size…

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Changing room

Flirting didn’t come naturally to Jon, he was awkward, shy and painfully lacking in confidence. He had never been a popular guy, not bad looking but never part of the popular crowd. He had grown up chubby and as the years went by, his body had only continued to increase in size too. He didn’t hate his size, like he was told he should do, but he knew he had been getting bigger than someone in the early 20’s should ever be.

‘This just came in, it would love great on you! Go on, try it on!’ Jared said as he handed Jon a rather garishly patterned shirt.

‘Really? I wouldn’t look like a dumpy old dad on his holidays?’ Jon said as he took the shirt from Jared.

Jared was a year or two younger than Jon. He took the job at Grande Dukes Plus Size Clothing to save up a bit of money for his planned gap year where he was going to travel South East Asia with his mates from school. A typical jock lad, tall, slender with a decent amount of muscle, wavy black hair and a cheeky personality. He never wanted to take the job at Grande Dukes, he felt that he was more suited to the likes of Hollister or Abercrombie, but in the small town of Blacklake, this was the best he was going to get.

Jon took the shirt at a couple of other items it to the spacious changing room at the back of the store. After locking the door, he hung the new clothes up before peeling off his tight tshirt. He lifted up the bulk of his gut, just enough to find the string of his joggers with his other hand and yank it loose, before letting his belly flop back down heavily. He shimmied his jogger off and let them drop to the floor before kicking them into the corner. He was starting to overheat and sweat, so he sat down on the sturdy bench. He panted a little as he sat, looking at himself in the mirror. There was no denying it, he was big. His stomach hung heavily down between his meaty thighs. He ran his hand over the expanse of his upper belly, its smooth, soft plushness felt comforting. His chest, or more aptly, his man boobs, folded down onto his upper belly, and hung down over his sides.

Jon braced himself using a well positioned grab rail and hoisted himself back to his feet with a bit of a grunt. He unbuttoned the garish shirt and slid it off the hanger before putting it on. The fabric was a cheap blend, but he had learned not to be picky. The short sleeves were tight around his flabby arms, but he didn’t mind that so much, as long as it covered him. He started to button the shirt from the top, it felt snug. The second button was even worse, the third he was afraid to try in case it broke.

‘Jared?’ He called out hoping for a bit of help.

‘How you getting on in there big man?’ Jared responded in a chirpy tone.

‘What size is this shirt? It’s too small’ Jon said trying to see casual.

‘It’s your usual size, 5 x’s, should be okay. Let’s have a look big man, maybe we need to size you up?’ Jared had no idea before working at Grande Dukes that clothes even came in 5xl, but here he was potentially suggesting that some bloke only a little older than him should try on something even bigger.

‘You don’t wanna see me like this, I’ve barely got anything on’ Jon flushed beer red with embarrassment over the thought of Jared seeing him like this.

‘Nonsense, working in a place like this, I’ve seen it all before, come on let me see and I will be able to see if we need to get a size or two bigger’ Jared lied, he had never seen any guys like Jon without clothes on. Most of the people who came to this shop were the wives of fat men who couldn’t be bothered with a trip size up their wardrobes.

Jon tentatively flicked open the latch to let Jared in.

‘See, there is no way this is going to fasten’ Jon said, still flushed with embarrassment.

Jared could barely contain his reaction to seeing Jon. His eyes were on stalks as he took in the scale of flesh on show in the changing room. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t want to offend the guy in front of him but his curiosity got the better of him.

‘Are…are you…naked?’ Jared blurted out, immediately regretting his words.

Jon’s face couldn’t flush anymore than it already was, his whole body froze with embarrassment.

‘I have boxers on…see’ Jon managed to turn slightly to show his taught, worn out boxer material that was visible from the side. Jon couldn’t believe though, even with this level of embarrassment, his cock twinged with excitement at Jared seeing him like this.

Jared composed himself, as best he could.

‘You’re right big man, that shirt…that shirt ain’t up for the job’ he said trying to lighten the tone. ‘Get it off and I will grab you another’.

As Jared backed out of the changing room, Jon pushed the door closed but didn’t bother to lock it. He unbuttoned the few buttons he had managed to do up and, with a bit of effort, slipped out of the shirt. As he was putting it back on the hanger, Jared appeared again at the doorway.

‘Oh, sorry, I didn’t think.’ Jared tried to say as he didn’t knock.

‘At this point you have seen more of me than any man, don’t worry about it’ Jon was starting to let his guard down.

‘I’ve found you this one, but I wasn’t sure it was going to work for you, so I got this one as well’ Jared said holding up firstly a 6xl then a 7xl.

‘You know something, I never thought I would be This Guy’ Jon said as he took the 7xl. ‘Like, I never thought I was going to be out there running marathons, but standing here, wondering if this bedsheet sized shirt would fit over me, it’s kinda unbelievable’, Jon said seeming genuinely shocked at the situation he found himself in.

‘Some guys are just bigger man, doesn’t mean anything. How old are you anyway?’ Jared asked feeling like he was able to get away with being a bit more personal.

‘23…’ Jon’s response hung in the air for a moment.

‘Shit man, only a year older than me. Pretty impressive you’re so big, most guys who wear this size are use late 30’s or 40’s.’ It was hard for Jon to gauge is Jared was impressed positively or if it was just a turn of phrase. Jon slipped the shirt on, it felt bigger, the sleeves seemed to pinch less at his arm flab. He began to button the shirt.

‘Here…let me’ Jared said, brushing Jon’s hands out the way. Jon didn’t protest, he was loving the attention. He watched Jared as he attended him. Jared fingertips sent electricity through Jon each time they connected with his skin.

‘Still not a lot of room in this one, but it fits well, take a look’ Jon was deeply engrossed in the situation, his body felt like it was pulsing, his dick was rock hard and leaking deep within its fatty cocoon.

‘….uh…yea..’ Jon’s response made no sense.

‘Jon? You okay there big man?’ Jared questioned.

‘Oh yea, sorry. I just…uh…doesn’t matter’ Jon was all flustered and thankful there was no possibility of Jared being able to see his excitement. Jon turned to see himself in the mirror, what he saw was bloody awful. The shirt looked like a circus tent, bold bright stripes that seemed to only highlight the outer reaches of his tits, love handles and belly.

‘You look handsome’ Jared said.

Handsome? Did this guy just call me handsome? Jon thought.

‘You think so? I’m not sure’ Jon said, feeling like this guy was just trying to get a sale or something.

‘Yea man, you look good, you know, for a guy your size’ that comment showed Jon the truth ‘for a guy your size’ just meant Jon was looking slightly better than all the other land whales his size. Jon recoiled back into himself, he had let himself get a glimmer of hope.

‘Yea, I don’t think it’s for me. Just ring up a few black T-shirts and a couple of pairs of joggers in this size and I will be out in a minute’ Jon said totally deflated and just wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. Jared took the hint and left the fat guy to lick his wounds while he went out to the store area to pick out Jon’s clothes. Jon was distracted, he unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off, not realising the changing room door was still almost fully open.

‘I TOLD YOU…LOOK AT IT!’

Terror struck through Jon’s body as he turned to see a group of young men in the doorway of the changing room. Their expressions a mix of disgust and laughter, most of them with their phones out recording the situation.

‘Dance for us fat man’ one said.

‘Fucking hell … look how fat he is’ said another.

‘Where’s his dick? Bet he can’t even reach it round all that fat!’ Said the one who seemed to be the ring leader.

Jon tried to close the door but the ring leader held it open. He stepped closer and slapped Jon’s belly so hard it left a hand print, this made the gang howl with laughter.

‘Smile for the camera fatty, your on live stream’ said one guy, followed with ‘over a thousand viewers! You’re famous you fat pig!’

‘Get out!’ Jon shouted, but the gang seemed unphased.

‘See if you can lift his belly Fitzy! Bet it weighs a tonne! A lad at the back called out. The ring leader, Fitzy then stepped towards Jon.

‘Let’s have a go then piggy…do it for the camera’ Fitzy said almost like it was going to be positive. Jon dint know what to do, he couldn’t fight off all these lads. He just ended up letting it happen, hopefully they would get bored quicker if he didn’t fight back. Fitzy roughly grabbed the lower swathe of Jon’s soft belly that hung down just above his knees.

‘Ughhh it’s all sweaty and floppy…urghhh it’s disgusting!’ Fitzy shouted which caused raucous laughter from the rest of the gang.

‘3…2…1…fuck…this thing is fucking…shit’ Fitzy ended up just shaking Jon’s gut more than lifting it. ‘Fair play to the fat pig for carrying that thing around all the time, it’s heavy as fuck!’

Just as Jon thought the gang was going to start something else, he heard Jared.

‘Get out of here or I’m calling security. Get out now…you’re all on CCTV and if you’ve hurt one of the stores customers you will be prosecuted’ Jared said forcefully as he chased the gang out of the store while they all laughed and shouted.

Jared approached the now closed changing room door.

‘You okay in there big man? Sorry, those idiots have been causing trouble for a while now’

‘Just get my stuff rung up’ Jon snapped back. Jon’s voice cracked as he spoke and he struggled to hold back tears.

‘Look man, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have been out the back so long. This is my fault’ Jared tried to say earnestly, but he was more concerned about his boss finding out about this than he was about Jon’s humiliation.

‘No Jared, it’s my fault. I’m the fat fuck who makes an easy target of himself.’ Jon said through stifled tears. Jared pushed slightly on the door, it was unlocked.

‘I’m coming in big man’ Jared said as he slowly peeked round the door. Jon was sat back on the bench, for all intents and purposes was naked, just acres of flesh on show, rolls and folds cascading over each other. Jared stood over Jon and put his hand on Jon’s plush shoulder. ‘Don’t worry about those dicks, they will all be in juvie before long with the shit they pull’.

‘They filmed me…it was live stream. They filmed me like this. That’s something that will never go away’ Jon said not caring about Jared’s eyes darting all over his body.

‘It’s nasty. But weirdly, I think it’s kind of kinky.’ Jared hesitated, he hadn’t meant to say that, he didn’t even know he thought that, it just came out.

‘Kinky?’ Jon questioned sharply.

‘Yea, I think it is. All those people seeing you like this, it…it kinda turns me on’ Jared’s hand slid down Jon’s arm as he spoke, then Jared guided Jon’s hand to his crotch. Jon felt the thick outline of Jared’s dick through his jeans. Noticing how Jon didn’t pull away, Jared then slowly unbuckles his belt and the button of his jeans. Jon said nothing, too fixated by what was happening. Jared carefully unzipped his fly and let his jeans fall down to his ankles. Without the structure of his jeans, Jared’s dick flicked forward towards Jon and tented out his loose boxers. Jon’s breathing became more rapid, he was filled with lust and wanting this so badly. Jared slowly slid the waist band of his boxers down, the suspense was only making Jon more intense. Jared’s boxers were finally dropped to his ankles and his manhood stood proudly to attention. Jared’s hands then reached over and pulled Jon’s head closer to him, Jared had to lean over the few feet of belly to allow Jon’s lips to make contact with his dick. Jon moaned loudly as he took Jared in his mouth and began to slide Jared’s thick cock in and out of his mouth.

‘That’s it big man…oh fuck that feels good’ Jared said as he let Jon pleasure him. ‘Oh man, you fat guys know how to use your mouths that’s for sure…ohh fuck me.’

Jared hadn’t expected to even find himself in this position, and definitely not to be enjoying it as much as he was. Jared had always looked at guys with dad bods as lazy, fat men, now here he was loving getting sucked off by someone who must be 500 pounds or more. The thought made him explode in Jon’s mouth, streams of warm cum pulsed out of him and Jon drank it all down.

Just as Jon was about to say something, the bell on the cash desk was rung…then again followed by an impatient woman shouting ‘is anybody going to serve me?’

Jon quickly pulled up his boxer and jeans, and rushed out the changing room leaving Jon to get himself dressed. Jon left about five minutes later, once he heard the woman leave. Jared had already rung up Jon’s clothes through the till and the were bagged up, Jon just swiped his card.

‘There is a little present in there for you, something for you to wear when we get dinner tomorrow night’ Jared said with a smile.

Jon went bright red again. He looked in the bag and saw a flash of the garish shirt in amongst his black T-shirts and joggers.

[whereissasha]

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‘I didn’t mean to get this big, it was just a bit of fun, a few pounds, that’s what we agreed’ Eddy ‘s excuses fell of deaf ears.

‘It, it just kinda got away from me, well us I guess’ eddy continued, it was lies mostly.

‘Christ son, this isn’t just a bit of relationship weight.’ His father stared in disbelief at his son.

‘It was just meant to be a bit of weight, it was fun in the beginning, letting loose after work, allowing myself to not worry. But, it was hard to stop, and it felt like I always needed a bit more to get the same feeling’ eddy wasn’t lying, he was addicted, he hadn’t admitted that yet, but he was chasing a high everytime he stuffed himself.

‘But son, you must have realised before now that things were getting out of control. You must have had a hundred wake up calls before now.’ Eddys dad walked around his son, taking in what must be a 500 pound weight gain in just a few short years.

‘I did, but I suppose I actually liked some things all this brought, so did Aidan, he always seemed to love seeing me grow and all the issues that it caused for us’ Eddy said not able to hold his fathers gaze, mostly out of embarrassment of what he was admitting.

‘If he loved making you into the fat blob, where the hell is he now Eddy?’ His dad’s tone sharpened. ‘Why is he not here?’

Eddy struggles to hold back his tears. ‘He’s left me dad’ Eddy managed to get out before he started sobbing.

‘I thought so, he’s turned you into this, then run for the hills. The fucking bastard.’ Eddys dad kicked a pile of discarded fast food wrappers into the corner of the room as he spoke.

‘He said he couldn’t handle me, and how needy I had become. I know he’s just off with some other guy and he will do the same again though.’ Eddy said becoming more angry than upset.

‘What am I going to do dad?’ Eddy hoped his father would say something positive like he didn’t have to change, but he knew that was unlikely.

[aaaronashea]

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I knew it was going to be bad, but I hadn’t realised how bad until now. It felt like the whole plane was watching me, I could see the looks of relief on everyone’s faces as they realised the random seat allocation hadn’t put them next to me.

I nervously played with the tray table lock, while the plane slowly filled up. The ground staff had thankfully let me in early, so not everyone had to see my struggle getting down the plane aisle.

I put in on my headphones to drown out the remarks of the less polite people as they walked past…everyone had their opinion on my size. I felt so on show. I tried to shift myself as far into the window as I could, but I still knew a good portion of my body was overflowing into the seat that was undoubtedly allocated to someone on this busy flight.

I felt a presence looking down at me, I didn’t want to look up, I knew they were the unlucky soul who had lost the seat lottery and ended up next to me. I felt bad for them, but what could I do. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I had to acknowledge this person. I looked up, shame in my eyes and an apologetic look on my face.

‘Sorry…I can’t budge over any more’ I limply offered. The man stood there, staring back at me. I couldn’t work out his expression, he didn’t look angry, or annoyed, what was that expression?

‘Looks like we are going to have to cuddle up then big boy’ the man said in a playful yet manly tone.

[gainerfinn24]

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I laid there, propped up by a sea of cushions and pillows. I looked down at my body, then up at yours. You, fit and muscular like the day we met. Me, a tide of fat pushing ever further out of my reach.

You have always been into pup play, I used to enjoy taking you out on a lead back when I was fit too. I feel bad that we can’t indulge in that side of your sexuality so much now. But I guess not much can be done about that now, we have leaned too far into our shared kink, this mask I can’t take off, this mask pins me down more every day.

I shift a little as my leg is going to sleep under me. The movement causes my body to slosh heavily before returning to its placid stillness. I look up again at you as you crawl over towards me, you’re so agile and nimble.

The last tray of cinnamon rolls, oozing with butter and icing. The smell is intoxicating as you raise one of the doughy cakes to my mouth, the icing dripping across the swathe of my belly and on my flabby chest. I’m stuffed to the gills, but I can’t resist.

‘Open up piggy’ you cay as you push the cake into my lips.

I moan, I’m not sure if it’s from the ache of my overfill stomach, from the delicious taste of the cake or just for the sheer gluttony of the moment.

Whatever is happening, I don’t want it to stop.

[wetdadbear]

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Michael woke to the sound of his fathers heavy breathing nearby, he opened his eyes and was immediately confronted by his fathers belly just inches from his face.

‘Uhh, dad? What…what time is it?’ Micheal said struggling to readjust to being awoken so suddenly.

‘It doesn’t matter, I need pancakes.’ Michaels father said abruptly. His hands were roaming over the sides of his gut like he was in pain from his hunger.

Michael glanced at the clock on his bedside table, 03:23. ‘It’s the middle of the night! Go back to bed!’ Michael said as he closed his eyes again.

‘No…I need pancakes!’ His dad said as he pulled the sheets off his son and cast them onto the floor.

[fatmatress]

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Joe couldn’t help but eat the last drumstick from the tub, it was a compulsion that couldn’t be ignored. He had tried to hold back, but his mind was fixated on it, he had to have it. And lord to it taste good. The crispy coating, the greasy aroma, the salty sweetness…it was worth it.

Joe sucked the meat off the bone in one mouthful and dropped the bone back into the now empty tub as he let out a satisfied belch.

He wiped his greasy fingers on the vast expanse of belly as he chewed. Savouring the last of his meal.

‘All done in there big guy?’ Chirped his long standing boyfriend from the other room.

Joe got with his other half 6 years ago, at the time he was a 6’2, 250 muscular and active hunk. But he had never been happy, the deep desire to get fat had always been in him, for as long as he could remember it had always been part of him, but he never felt he could do it, it was something he never told anyone, it was his twisted secret.

While his partner never considered being with a fat guy appealing, it was not really something he ever thought was going to happen. He liked powerful looking men, the lifters, the sportsmen. Never the thin guys, or the ripped ones. So back in Joes prime, he was the ideal man for him.

Now though, neither Joe or his partner could imagine life any other way. It started off slow, just a bit of weight, nothing much, they put it down to relationship weight. But as Joe continued to gain, and made no effort to stop it, eventually the topic had to be addressed. It was about 2 years into their relationship when the cat was let out the bag. They were out to dinner and Joe was finishing off his partners leftovers after eating his meal.

‘Babe? I don’t know how to say this, but, do you think you should be eating that?’

Joe, with a mouthful of pasta looked up at his partner. He knew this moment was going to come. It was either lock all this back in the box and save the relationship or say what he really felt and hope that he wouldn’t be dumped there and then in the restaurant. It was time to finally say it out loud.

‘Erm, I need to tell you something. I, erm, I like it. I mean, erm, I want to…erm, be fat.’

The sentence hung in the air like a cloud. Joe tried to explain it a bit better, he told his partner how he has always wanted to get fat, it’s who he is deep down. There was confusion, questioning, a bit of worry, but to joes surprise, his partner didn’t get up and leave.

It took a while, but slowly their relationship continued like it did before. Joe continued to eat, and his partner, while not actively encouraging him, showed no sign that he would stop him. Joe knew his partner wasn’t into being a feeder or anything like that, but now it felt real, like he was no longer hiding who he was and he had found someone who wouldn’t tell him to stop, or complain.

The years rolled by and with time joes partner began to appreciate his growing body, giving him pet names, and even playing into some of Joes fantasies. Joe never asked for his partner to encourage him, but in time the appreciation of his dedication moved into a loving acceptance that Joe was becoming who he really wanted to be, which only bonded them closer.

‘Yea babe, the chickens done, give me a hand up would ya? I need to chuck on some clothes before your family arrive’.

[cha4chubby]

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The room was quiet except for David’s heavy breathing and the sound of his hands sliding over his soft body. He jigged a roll here, lifted a fold there, always with a lustful look in his eyes to try and tempt his viewers to give him what he craved.

Eventually, the doorbell rang. David got his way, he had got another food delivery from his hoard of online encouragers. He flicked off the camera and hauled himself to the edge of the sofa.

The door bell rang again, causing David to call out ‘just a minute!’

His gut hanging heavily been his bulbous legs. Planting his feet firmly on the ground, and using the arms of the sofa to launch himself upward, David got to his feet in just a few laborious attempts.

The doorbell rang a third time. Catching his breath from the effort, David managed to wheeze ‘…coming…wait’

His heavy footsteps shook the furniture as he made his way across his filthy and tiny apartment, eventually reaching the front door, out of breath and sweating from the exertion.

‘David? You okay in there?’ Said a voice he instantly recognised and it wasn’t a voice he wanted to hear.

David opened the door, just enough to peek out. ‘Mr Lopez? What are you doing here? David asked, totally confused as to why his old manager was at his door.

‘I was worried about you. I tried calling you a few times after you quit, but you never answer’ Mr Lopez said in a concerned voice. ‘It’s been months and I just wanted to make sure you were okay’

David’s legs and back were starting to really burn with pain, and he was struggling to not show it on his face. ‘Yea I’m fine, thanks Mr Lopez’ he lied. Then a dart of pain shot across his back which made him grimace and gasp. ‘I…need to go…’

‘Wait, David, I worried, won’t you let me in? Just for a bit?’ Mr Lopez asked seeing that David was clearly not okay.

David wanted to shut the door and hide away again, but something stopped him. He opened the door a little, and began to walk back to his chair. ‘Come in I guess, ignore the mess I wasn’t expecting company’ he grumbled as he struggled back to his sofa.

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Relief in acceptance

In the mall with my partner again, I hate this place. I hate the shops, I hate the clothes, I hate the cashiers…everything about this place sends me into a spiral of self loathing.

I’ve grown accustomed to always checking the back of the rails for the biggest size before even deciding if I like something, too many times I have got frustrated that they don’t do the shirt or trousers I like in my size. Over time I have learnt to just be happy if they have sizes that will fit me and try not to care about the style. I used to love shopping before I met Andy, I was thinner back then. I loved keeping up with trends and finding new and unusual pieces to add to my collection. Not now though, now I’m just downheartedly searching for that illusive tent sized garment that’s hidden so far back as to not scare off the other ‘normal’ shoppers.

I’m not saying I want to be thin again, god no. But if I could wave a magic wand and not have to go through this shopping hell again, it would certainly make my life better.

I feel the familiar tightness of my shirt, slightly restricting my movements as I paw through the last rail of T-shirts. I know Andy is looking at me, I can feel the lustful thoughts without having to see him. I know he’s watching from the footwear department behind me, I know he’s is getting a thrill out of seeing just the slightest amount of my fat gut escaping out from under my shirt, the puckering of the shirt fabric around the rolls of my back fat. But now is not the time, I’m feeling frustrated, pissed off and I just want to leave.

I feel his comforting hand on my shoulder as he whispers into my ear ‘I told you big man, I told you you had the biggest size already, there’s nothing here for you any more’. I didn’t want to be, but his words turned me on so much, I let out an involuntary moan. ‘I knew this would turn you on fatty’ he continued to whisper into my ear. ‘You’ve eaten yourself so big that you’re no longer considered a normal size, how does that make you feel fatty?’ All I responded with was another gentle moan.

He takes my hand and slowly leads me out of the store. ‘I think it’s time big man, I think you need to face it’ he says as he gestures over to the store I have always told myself that I would never be caught dead in. Bernie’s Big and Tall. Urghh I’m 28 and I need to shop in a place like that, the window display is so unflattering, just some oversized clothes that look like a group of fat dads would wear. It’s all cargo shorts and utility clothing. Not a place I would have been seen dead in a few years ago, but needs must. I slowly follow behind Andy as he proudly opens the door to the store, I can tell he is loving this. His gleeful expression plastered over his face as he holds the door open for me and I step into this new reality, I now shop at specialty stores.

I knew this day would come, it both turns me on and sends a chill down my spine. I never actually thought it would be this easy, getting this big. I thought this was going to years into the future, not 3 years into our relationship. I look around, it’s as drab as I imagined it would be, rails and rails of beige and black clothes, all with not a hint of fashion or style. I turn to Andy, a look of defeat in my eyes ‘really? All this stuff looks like something my grandpa would wear but 10 times bigger’. Andy sees my downhearted eyes staring into his ‘baby, you need this, and if I’m honest, no matter what you put on now, you’re not going to look fashionable or hip, your size is the first and last thing people will see’. I know he’s right, I just have to face it, I’m not cool any more. I fat. Real fat.

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A morning encounter

Don’t you just love a great start to a day. Those unexpected moments that really set the mood. I had one this morning. Just a mundane morning of standing at the train station, waiting for the 07:24 to take me to the office for another dull day. Then a I spot him. A guy in his mid thirties, coming towards me. My eyes are instantly drawn to his midsection. He is wearing a white tshirt under an open black shirt. I know the look well, it’s one I have had to wear many times, the ‘cover up’. It’s an attempt to hide his growing girth. I the white tshirt clings to his belly and accentuates its curves, his walk causing his bulk to shift and jiggle as he comes towards me. Then it happened, he raised his arms, and my heart skipped a beat. He reached up to adjust the straps of his rucksack, causing his overhanging belly to become exposed. The curvature of his hairy belly was exquisite. He didn’t realise that he was now showing his lower belly, and he stood there oblivious to the thoughts racing through my mind at the sight of him.

Its moments like this that really get you through life, these seemingly innocent occurrences that really bring life to an otherwise ordinary day.

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Gregg sighed in relief as he laid back down on the mattress ‘babe that was outstanding, it’s like you’re trying to make me fatter with how much you’ve been feeding me recently’ he said as his fingers caressed the sensitive skin of his underbelly.

Alex appeared in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the door frame in just his boxers. He admired his handsome man whose belly sprawled out over the bed. ‘Just like to keep my man happy, and nothing makes you happier than a nice big breakfast’ Alex said in a sultry tone.

Greg’s hand was gliding over the curvature of his heavy stomach. He hadn’t yet admitted to anyone, not even his lover, that the weight that he had piled on in the last few years was something he loved and relished the thought of expanding himself further. ‘You still find me attractive? Even with all this?’ Greg said sheepishly as he gave a handful of belly fat a shake for emphasis.

Alex moved closer to the bed, his broad frame now towering over Greg. ‘Baby, let’s not pretend we both don’t know what’s going on here.’ Alex sat next to greg on the bed, he rested his large hairy hand on Greg’s belly. ‘This thing isn’t going anywhere, not on my watch anyway’.

Greg had wanted to hear Alex say something like that for so long, he had been dreading bringing it up for fear that it would somehow surprise Alex that he was now fat and he would leave him. Greg needed confirmation though. ‘Really? You don’t mind me with all this extra weight?’

Alex moved in closer, laying down and facing Greg, his hand still smoothing over the furry expanse of Greg’s belly. ‘If it was up to me, you’d be twice as big by now’ Alex said as he stared into Greg’s eyes.

Greg suddenly felt lost for words. He had been timidly gaining in what he thought was secret since the couple met 5 years ago, totally unaware that Alex was willingly and actively wanting it too. ‘Twice as big?’ Was all Greg could say.

‘Yea, and then some.’ Alex whispered as shuffled in close to Greg’s soft body. ‘Maybe now you’ve admitted it, we can see how big we can make this belly of yours’.

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Adam kisses the forehead of his longstanding boyfriend as his hand glided softly over soft, warm and slightly damp fleshy rolls.

‘I love you Marc. I don’t know where I would be without you’ Adam whispered as he gazed in awe at his boyfriend’s expanse of belly that slowly rose and fell in time with Marc’s laboured breaths. ‘We’ve come a long way over the years you and I. But I love you more and more each day’ Adam continued as he hoisted his own not so slim body to a sitting position.

‘We sure have baby’ Marc said as he placed his hands on the side of his belly and gave it a light shake, ensuing a chaotic tide of ripples across its entirety. ‘Without you around I would still be running 10k’s’ he joked.

Adam walked around to the opposite side of the bed and stood between Marc’s plush thighs, feeling the radiant heat his lover emitted almost constantly. Adam held out his arms to help Marc sit up, a move that was more instinct now than an offer. ‘Well any guy can run 10k, not many can eat 10k in a day’ Adam said as he hauled Marc up to a sitting position, his legs spread wide as his belly apron slid down over the edge of the bed toward the cool floorboards below.

‘Hey! I don’t see you making any use of my old treadmill!’ Adam said playfully as he tried to catch his breath.

‘I sold that months ago baby, you just never go down to the garage to notice it. Besides, I can’t have you being the only one getting all the delicious treats…I’ve gotta have some fun too!’ Adam said as he passed Marc a tent like T-shirt to put on. ‘But don’t panic my chubby cherub, you will always be the big one in this relationship, no matter how big this tank gets’.

Marc struggled with the T-shirt, his breathing quickened again as he fought against its constrictive confines. ‘A little help’ he eventually said as he sat there with the tshirt stuck under the fold of his breasts.

‘I think we need to size you up again baby, these T-shirts leave little to the imagination’ Adam said gently as he peeled the tshirt down as far as it would reach over the cascade of fat sat before him. ‘But this will have to do for today, it’s just Bill visiting and he’s seen it all before’.

Marc whined. ‘Oh I forgot he was coming, can’t you say we are busy or something’ he said in a petulant tone.

‘No, he’s already on the road and he’s driving like 3 hours to come see us. It’s not like he visits often, we haven’t met up in about 2 years’ Adam’s earlier tenderness evaporated as he became more assertive towards his oversized boyfriend. ‘Plus I want him to see you now with all this weight we’ve put on you, last time he saw you you were no bigger than I am now. I hear his husband has lost all the weight he gained, so his eyes will be on stalks when you waddle in the room!’

Marc felt like he just a toy being bragged about in the schoolyard for a moment, then snapped himself out of pitiful moment. ‘Well I hope you’re planning on making me a real spectacle then’ Marc said slightly seriously but also with a twinge of self loathing.

‘Oh don’t worry baby, there’s a feast downstairs that even you will be struggling to finish’ Adam’s eyes had a flash of devilish morbidity, something that Marc rarely picked up on. ‘This T-shirt will be in tatters by the end of the day’

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Back To Office Mandate

Marcus had been working the same job for the best part of a decade, in fact it was the same company he joined when he left university. His corporate IT career had been uneventful, verging on totally dull, but it paid the bills and was dependable, well that’s what Marcus told himself each morning as the usual existential dread seeped into his usually perky mindset.

Today was slightly different though, today Marcus had to suffer the injustice of going into the office. It was the first time in nearly 5 years. Like almost all IT businesses, Marcus’ company went fully remote when the pandemic hit. But now back to the office was being mandated for all staff (well except those in the top roles of course). It wasn’t just Marcus that fought it, 90% of the employees battled with the company but to no avail.

Marcus had grown accustomed to his home working lifestyle. Logging in as he pleased, wearing whatever he wanted, if anything at all. Now though he was jostling his heft into a woollen jumper that stretched and clung to his body. It was the best they are going to get, he thought to himself as he grabbed is laptop bag and trudged out the house with the same expression as a convict walking to the electric chair.

The train ride to work was more uncomfortable than he remembered as he tried to minimise the space he took up in the overcrowded train. No matter how he sat, no amount of adjustment was going to change the fact he was significantly larger than the last time he made this journey. Finally the train pulled in to the city centre and the cold winter air stung Marcus’ cheeks as he lumbered down the road. Although Marcus wore just a jumper in the middle of winter, he was overheating and sweating by the time he reached the office doors.

Marcus swiped his building pass on the lift and selected floor 1. The lift arrived and he was the last of 7 people to squeeze in. It was mostly younger women going up to the 30th floor, they all crammed together as to avoid touching Marcus who was still perspiring. Marcus stepped out the lift as the doors opened and it jerked upwards then readjusted for the sudden lightened load. As the doors started to shut once more, Marcus heard stifled giggles and muttering from the women. ‘…belly…’ ‘…hanging out…’ ‘…fatter…’

Marcus had a flush of embarrassment and made a beeline for the restrooms. He slammed the disabled bathroom door shut and flicked the lock, then turned to the mirror. He was a little taken aback by his reflection, it wasn’t his size that troubled him. He knew he had piled on the pounds over the last few years, it was obvious and he wasn’t that oblivious. No, what he wasn’t expecting was to see his gut on full display, hanging out from his jumper, literally a good 6 inches of flesh hanging down from his large stomach. He had no idea it was there on show. With no way of seeing it at home, he didn’t have any mirrors at home that showed his body, how would have known.

Marcus tugged at his jumper, trying to stretch it further. It was never going to happen, it was already stretched to its max. He lifted his stomach and grasped for his trouser buttons, but he knew there was no way of squashing his exposed belly apron into the confines of his painfully tight trousers. His pudgy fingers released their grip on the handfuls of flesh and his belly sloshed back down to rest firmly on his bulbous upper thighs. He stood in the bathroom defeated and slightly embarrassed. It’s not like he was deluded, he knew the past five years had hit his waistline hard. It was no shock that he was by far the fattest he had ever been, the constant flow of greasy, high fat food combined with barely leaving the house over the last 5 years was all a conscious choice. But standing there, with his corpulent body exposed, his lifestyle really hit him for six.

He really didn’t know what to do. It was either hightail it out of there and get the first train home, or face a day of snide remarks and side eye glances in the office. Marcus wanted to get out of there with all his being, but he couldn’t afford to be pulled into a meeting with HR, is performance was already putting him on thin ice. So with one final fruitless tug at his jumper he regretfully opened the bathroom door and headed to his desk.

He couldn’t tell if he was being paranoid, or if in fact everyone was eyeballing him as he heavily trudged his was to an available desk in the open plan hot-desking area. He dropped his bag on the desk, pulled out his laptop and plugged it in before gingerly sitting down on the swivel chair. He felt as his ass scraped the arms of the chair and flopped down. His love handles sat proudly over the arm rests, leaving his arms dangling clumsily over his various side rolls. The chair creaked loudly, which incited some nervous glances from his colleagues. His legs felt pinned by the arm rests, he was unable to spread his legs out to make room for his enormous belly like he would do on the sofa at home. He was hating every second of this uncomfortable hell. Marcus allowed the backrest to take some of the strain, which caused more loud creaks and even a snapping sound which struck momentary fear in his heart. But he was now planted firmly in the too small office chair. He wiggles his was forward, in small jerking movements, to get closer to the desk. His stomach enveloped the edge of the desk much sooner than he anticipated, he was much to far away to actually type anything. I spun then chair round a quarter turn which allowed him to get in closer, but it meant he was using one hand to work.

Just as Marcus started to settle and his laptop fired up, the unthinkable happened. An almighty crack from under him. Then he wasn’t sure what happened except a momentary feeling of falling followed by painful collision with the carpet tiled floor. Within seconds there was a crowd forming around him, they all seemed to be talking over one another as Marcus flushed with embarrassment and writhed around on the floor trying to downplay the pain he was in. Eventually a familiar face appeared above him, a guy called Jim who had started work at the company the same day as Marcus. He was the polar opposite of Marcus, a 50 something ex-army guy who had stayed in shape although gained a lot more silver hair. Jim ushered a load of the onlookers away and knelt beside him. ‘Are you okay Marcus’ Jim said with genuine concern. ‘I think so’ Marcus stuttered as he spoke. ‘Here, let me help you up’ Jim said in a very caring tone. Jim then linked his strong arms around as much of Marcus as he could and whispered ‘3,2,1’ into his ear. Marcus used all his nervous energy to get back to his feet, trying his best to make it seem like Jim’s assistance wasn’t needed. Marcus looked down at the ruined office chair that had broken into several pieces. ‘Don’t make them like they used to’ Marcus’ poor attempt at a joke didn’t bring a smile to Jim’s face, instead Jim stood infront of him with concern in his eyes. ‘Erm, you might need to sort your jumper out’ Jim said as he stared towards Marcus’ stomach. Marcus looked down and was horrified that in the commotion his jumper had slid even further up and was now essentially just actual a boobtube. He hurriedly pulled his jumper back down to cover up as much as he was able. ‘Do you want to come with me to the canteen and grab a coffee while the building managers sorts out this mess?’ Jim offered.

Still feeling embarrassed, Marcus carefully sat on the sturdier looking chair as Jim brought over the coffees. Jim always had a confidence about him that made him very attractive to Marcus, despite the significant age difference. ‘So, Marcus, seems like you have fully settled into the home working life.’ Jim said in a playful tone. ‘Yea, I have gotta admit, I hadn’t realised how big I had become. Like I knew I was getting pretty fat, but today has been a real eye opener’ Marcus felt like he could be honest with Jim, he never seemed to judge him. ‘Yea you was just a slip of a man going into lockdown, you ran rings around me at that company football match. I don’t think you could these days!’ Jim said as he reached over and gently patted Marcus belly. Marcus felt like Jim was flirting, but quickly pushed that thought out of his head. ‘Yea the last five years have involved a lot of time on the sofa and takeouts that’s for sure’ Marcus said as he reached for his coffee. Jim reached out and grabbed Marcus’ hand, looked him in the eye and said ‘I think we both know it’s a little more than that, you have ballooned since I last saw you, you can’t have been more than 12 stone when I saw you last, what are you now? 30,35 stone?’ Marcus didn’t know what to say, Jim was right. This wasn’t just a bit of lockdown weight, this was a huge amount of weight. ‘I don’t know. Maybe.’ Marcus stuttered as he slid his hand out of Jim’s grasp. ‘Marcus, this is serious, you left an average guy, you’re back now looking like this’ Jim’s eyes bulged as if he was seeing Marcus for the first time. ‘I’m not having a go at you, I just want to know what’s happened’. ‘I’m fine just leave it, I was happy at home and I dreaded this day for weeks, and rightly so after how it has gone so far’ Marcus snapped back. ‘Look, Marcus, just listen to me. I’m here for you. I don’t want you feeling like you can’t talk about what ever is going on with you. You’re size will never stop me caring about you, if you 5 or 50 stone, I hope you would still talk to me. You’re my friend, and I want you to be happy’ Jim was heartfelt and truly endearing in the way he spoke. Marcus immediately let his guard down and remember how close they had been before lockdown. ‘Sorry, I just thought I was going to get another lecture about the dangers of obesity. Yea, I’m big now, but I’m happy with it. Rightly or wrongly I discovered a love of food, I even love being a big guy which a guy like you probably doesn’t understand’ Marcus looked out the window as he spoke as to not see Jim’s reaction. ‘Look at me, I can’t say I fully understand, but i understand enough. I know some people get a kick out of being big, but I just want to make sure you are happy’ Jim slid a sachet of sugar to Marcus seeing that he winced slightly at the strong coffee. ‘Thanks Jim. I mean it. I don’t know what I am, I know there are whole communities of people out there into this stuff, but right now I’m just seeing where I fit in and enjoying myself.’ Marcus sipped his now sweetened coffee. ‘That’s great to hear, now let’s change the subject. Have you seen that new guy in Finance….’ That rest of the coffee was supped and Jim relaxed Marcus which allowed him to head back to there office.

As Jim and Marcus stepped out the office, they were quickly flagged down by Mary the office secretary. ‘Marcus! Marcus! Can I borrow you a minute!’ ‘Looks like you’re needed, I’ll catch you later’ Jim said as he swung open the double doors of the office. ‘Yes Mary, what’s up?’ Marcus said as he followed her into her office. ‘Take a seat Marcus’ Mary said as she gestured to what looked like one of the bench seats from the lobby. ‘Is that from the lobby?’ Marcus questions as he made his way over to it. ‘Ermm…yea. I heard there was a bit of an incident this morning, so I thought you would be more comfortable on…Ermm…something a little sturdier’ Mary said carefully as not to offend him. ‘I appreciate that that, thank you Mary’ Marcus said to a very relieved Mary. Marcus planted himself firmly on the bench, which was a little lower than he anticipated but was certainly more sturdy. His legs spread out which allowed his gut to hang heavily between his flabby thighs. Mary struggled not to stare at the pendulous flesh on show hanging out of Marcus’ jumper. Marcus could see it was troubling her and graciously asked what he could do for her. ‘Marcus, this is a bit of a delicate subject. But I’ve had some complaints about your attire from your colleagues and I need to bring it up with you.’ Mary was clearly way out of her comfort zone having this discussion, but Marcus didn’t want to make her feel worse. ‘Yes I thought that would be the case, and honestly I didn’t realise until I got into work that all this was on show’ Marcus said as he gestured downwards. ‘Well that may be the case, but I still have to make a note of the erm, inappropriate dress.’ Mary said a little sterner than Marcus was used to. ‘Come on Mary surly there is no need for that, it’s just a wardrobe malfunction. I haven’t been out to get new clothes in a while and didn’t realise how much damage all this home working was doing to me.’ Marcus snapped back. ‘Marcus, I understand believe me, but we are a professional company and you have to dress accordingly. Turning up looking like this doesn’t just reflect badly on you, but on the company as a whole.’ Mary continued, ‘I think you might need to also consider getting a little exercise and reigning in the food, I didn’t recognise you when you walked in this morning’ Mary realised she had overstepped. ‘How dare you!’ Marcus declared. ‘My body is not something for you to comment on. I am not changing myself to fit in with some corporate image. And unless you want to have an employment lawyer knocking on your door you better think twice about how you talk to me!’ ‘I’m sorry, I, like many of your colleagues have just had a shock today. We are concerned about you.’ Mary pleaded. ‘Well it’s nobodies concern but mine, now if that’s everything I will be getting my stuff and going home, it’s the least you can agree to considering.’ Marcus felt empowered by his new confidence. ‘Sure. Okay Marcus, take the rest of the day. And email you boss to let her know if you will be in tomorrow.’ ‘Oh don’t worry I will’ Marcus said in a slightly threatening tone.