I can’t believe what I’m doing to myself. 😵💫 I’m gonna be chugging heavy cream every day this month (and I doubt I’ll stop after that). I’m not gonna lie I cheated and started a couple days ago and I already feel so fat. Anyways, if anyone wants to watch me blow up this month you know where to find me 😉
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It was strange how you could go ten years without seeing someone and yet suddenly remember everything about them the moment you came across them again.
Oliver had never understood the alarm system at the house he and his boyfriend had bought a couple of years ago. However, since it had been setting itself off whilst he had been at work, he knew it was time to get someone in to see it. He’d called a company, not knowing that his old high school buddy, Tom, worked for them. That was, until the guy showed up at his door that Thursday afternoon.
Back in the day, Oliver had mixed with quite a diverse crowd in high school. He’d never been one to shoehorn himself into a stereotypical group and had amassed friends across the entire spectrum of high school life. Tom had been on one of those extreme ends of the scale: a typically gorgeous, athletic jock who didn’t have much time for many people outside of the usual jock circle. However, Oliver had always found him relatively easy to chat to and even remembered them getting dared to kiss each other during an alcohol infused round of ‘spin the bottle’ at one of their friend’s parties. Unlike many of the other jocks, Tom seemed more comfortable in his own skin, not caring that Oliver was gay, despite only having an eye for the most athletic girls in the school. It was fair to say that Oliver only had good memories of the guy.
“Oliver!” Tom smiled in recognition as he stood on the doorway carrying his bag of tools. “I didn’t know you lived here!”
The man stepped over the threshold, placing his bag down and reached in for a hug that almost seemed out of place after such a long period of estrangement. The scent of him seemed so familiar. He was still so handsome and good-looking, but what was that Oliver could feel as their torsos bounced against each other? He looked down the moment they stepped apart again, noticing that Tom had developed the cutest, tight and firm-looking paunch on him. It stuck out under his toned chest, stretching the material of the cheap work shirt, looking incredibly out of place on the guy who had once been so fit and active.
“Long time, no see,” Oliver smiled back, trying not to stare at the unusual shape of his old high school buddy. The pair spent a few minutes reminiscing, with Oliver explaining how he and his ex, James, had come to buy the house and lived there together up until three months ago, when the guy had cheated on him and abruptly moved out.
“I just remember that crazy old cat guy used to live here when we were in high school,” Tom laughed. “I never imagined it would be as nice as this inside.”
“Oh, it definitely wasn’t like this when we bought it,” Oliver laughed. “We pretty much had to start from scratch when we bought the place.”
Tom smiled at him, seeming to admire his achievement. It was the way he had always been, never jealous or competitive; just genuinely happy for others when things were going well; even if people beat him in a tennis match or smashed his high school athletics records.
As Tom settled to work at the alarm box, Oliver couldn’t help staring at his old friend’s new shape once more. From behind, it was obvious that the tight little paunch on him had pushed around to his sides, providing him with the sweetest little love handles, further emphasised by how ridiculously tight his shirt was around his middle. There was an added thickness to his butt too; his old, slim glutes replaced with more bulbous, stronger-looking butt cheeks. After three months of being angry at the world and swearing off men, Oliver suddenly found himself swooning. He’d always loved guys on the larger side and Tom appeared to be the most perfect dad-bod specimen Oliver had ever seen. As the guy bent down to collect some wires from his bag, an expanse of skin on his lower back came suddenly into view, alongside a sweet shot of his delicious-looking butt crack that his stretched and undersized underwear failed to cover. There was no doubt about it, Oliver was finally getting over his break-up.
“Would you like some cake?” Oliver offered, pulling out the leftovers from the birthday party he had thrown for his mother the day before.
Two greedy little eyes looked upon the cake and the man swallowed a sudden build up of saliva. “Sure,” he nodded eagerly, sipping on his fresh coffee and feeling a lot more spoiled than when he called at most folks’ houses.
Oliver could feel his erection flexing as he pulled out the knife to start cutting the slice. Tom had always been so fit and lean, yet now Oliver was serving him cake whilst enjoying the round, bloated shape of his stomach. He went to dish out the portion when a wicked, kinky part of his brain began whispering to him: ‘More! More! Cut him a bigger slice!’
As Oliver listened to it, he felt even more blood pumping into his groin. The slice he had cut was ridiculously massive. He almost felt embarrassed as he served it up. Yet Tom didn’t seem in the slightest bit put off by it. He simply stood to the side, resting the arm holding the plate against his tight, rounded stomach, feeding himself with the fork. The sight was almost mesmerising.
“Can I get you some more?” Oliver asked cheekily, seeing that the plate was cleared remarkably quickly. “It’s fresh cream. I’ll probably end up having to throw it out tomorrow,” he lied.
“Well… okay then,” Tom nodded, seeming to know that he was overindulging. This time, Oliver didn’t bother cutting a slice. The remaining cake was only marginally larger than the slice he had served up last time. He simply slapped the entirety of it onto the plate, thanking Tom for freeing up some space in his refrigerator.
“It’s been really great to see you again,” Tom smiled later on as he gathered up his things and headed to the door.
“You too!” Oliver nodded back, having enjoyed the last half an hour immensely. He felt reinvigorated and irredeemably aroused, as if the time had been the best possible therapy to get him over the sadness of his break-up.
“Perhaps you might let me take you out to dinner sometime?” Tom asked next, suddenly a little shy.
“Dinner?” Oliver shot back in complete and utter shock. “As in… a date?”
“Sure. Why not?” Tom chuckled. “I always remember the two of us having a good vibe together back in high school. I’d like to see whether we still have it.”
Oliver was almost speechless. Sure, he’d been flirting the entire time, but he hadn’t expected any of it to land. Tom had never… Tom wasn’t into guys… What the hell was going on?
“You don’t want to,” Tom sighed, trying to interpret the stunned silence.
“No!” Oliver shot back. “Not ‘no’… I mean, yes. I mean…” he spluttered, grumbling at his sudden inability to communicate effectively. “Okay,” he nodded, trying not to laugh at his own good fortune. “But why don’t you come over here instead of going out? I can cook us a meal.”
Tom smiled brightly. “I’d love that. Tomorrow night?” he asked.
Oliver reflected the smile as he nodded. There really was no time to waste.
At the supermarket the next day, Oliver felt the same sense of arousal he had experienced when serving the cake. There were so many things a relatively overweight, former jock should never eat, suddenly getting thrown into his shopping cart: beers, potato chips, pastries and sodas. Something inside of Oliver was captivated by seeing how much Tom had let his eating habits slide and he endeavoured to create the most decadent dining experience for his date that he possibly could.
When Tom arrived, he looked smart enough in his pants and polished shoes. But just like any guy who wasn’t paying enough attention to his expanding waistline, his shirt was once again tight around his stomach. Even standing up, the buttons looked slightly strained, positively gaping once he sat down and started to eat alongside Oliver.
“You’ve got a great appetite!” Oliver couldn’t help marvelling as Tom reached out for a second helping of the dessert. He got up, spooning out another scoop of ice cream for the man as well, pretending that he was merely pleased that Tom had enjoyed his cooking so much. The guy hadn’t stopped complimenting his food all evening.
“I’ve always enjoyed my food,” Tom nodded back, already starting to spoon it all into his greedy little mouth. “I always used to get away with it when I was younger. But once I hit my mid-twenties, it all started to stick to me a lot more,” he explained, giving his rounded stomach a pat, showing, for the first time, that he was actually aware of it. “I reckon it’s probably the reason I’m still single.”
The shape of that gut was completely mesmerising to Oliver, yet he pushed his urge to stare and marvel at it to the side. It wasn’t normal to be so fixated on a guy’s belly; a feature that most people would find to be Tom’s least attractive attribute. “The last thing I heard about you was that you were engaged to Molly Simpson from the year below us,” Oliver enquired interestedly.
“Oh, yeah…” Tom mumbled back, trying to eat at the same time. “That was a couple of years ago now.” He shook his head, as if something still frustrated him. “I just don’t get it,” he grumbled. “What do people expect guys like me to look like these days? I’m nearly thirty after all.”
It was obvious that his increasing weight had put an end to Tom’s engagement. But the way that Tom seemed genuinely annoyed by it all seemed to suggest that he placed no blame on himself, or his overeating, whatsoever. The volume of food he had devoured was more than extreme that evening, yet the guy seemed to believe his expanding waistline was just a normal part of ageing?
“You remember Steve, my older brother?” Tom asked, still feeding himself. “He’s the same. Only he goes to the gym to try and keep his weight down. But,,, It’s not like I have the time for that, do I?” he shrugged.
Oliver nodded sympathetically. However, there was an excitement inside of him that he felt almost impossible to contain. Tom’s genuine greed had captivated him all evening, yet the multiple excuses and denial about his own part in his increasing weight was adding fuel to that fire; supplying another strange level of arousal to the whole proceedings. “Well, I’m just grateful to have someone who actually enjoys my cooking,” he threw back, resisting the temptation to make a disparaging remark about how his ex had never appreciated all the effort he put into their meals. “So is this why you asked me on a date? You think the girls don’t want you anymore?” he teased, adding another small scoop of ice cream into Tom’s bowl at the guy’s request.
“I told you I was bisexual years ago!” Tom shot back.
“No you didn’t,” Oliver laughed.
“I definitely did!” Tom countered. “The night we played spin the bottle at Andy’s party. The night we kissed,” he chuckled. “You do remember that, right?” he asked, getting concerned.
“I remember us being dared to kiss,” Oliver nodded. “But I don’t remember anything else. I was pretty wasted. Did you really come out as bisexual to me that night?”
A small smile twitched from the corners of Tom’s mouth. “So that’s why you didn’t ever pick up on my flirting then,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes.
“You were actually into me back then?” Oliver asked, dumbfounded.
“Of course I was,” Tom nodded. “You’re gorgeous!”
The pair held a sickly, besotted look for a moment, before they both got up to move over to Oliver’s lounge space. Tom sat down first. He’d always carried a sense of presence about him, but with his imposing height and added mass, he seemed to fill the area with a deeply arousing, masculine air; his straining shirt gaping once more, bloating from all the food he had devoured; yet Tom appeared completely oblivious to it, with eyes only on Oliver. They talked for a short while about the people they knew from their school days; both of them realising that there were surprisingly few either of them were still in regular contact with. They’d both moved on, lived lives and experienced things that had altered them more than their eighteen-year-old selves could have contemplated. They were so familiar to each other, and yet excitingly new.
Oliver nestled himself under Tom’s arm and rested against his side; a gentle hand draped over the boy’s stout little tummy as they moved in for a sweet kiss. The smell of his body was arousing Oliver more than he thought possible; the gentle sweat and manly musk of a guy who had overindulged in stifling clothes, more than a little too tight for his fattened body. The kiss was good and followed swiftly by another, more passionate and almost frantic, as if their simmering attraction to each other had finally passed the point of no return. It wasn’t as if they were strangers just getting to know each other, and it was obvious what they both wanted.
Oliver’s hands wanted to explore more and more; to rip off Tom’s clothes and see it all. Thankfully, it was Tom who was leading the charge. Perhaps, just like Oliver, this was the first bit of action he had had in months. As such, the kissing progressed quickly, with hands sliding down into crotches and rubbing with gentle moans of encouragement. Tom grunted and unbuckled his pants, sliding them down to let his buoyant erection spring out. Oliver followed his cue, with the pair mutually stroking the other as they kissed; their breathing getting heavier and heavier.
Finally, Oliver could wait no more. He wanted to see under Tom’s shirt. He wriggled his dropped pants clean off, then raised his own shirt off his slender, gently toned body. Immediately, Tom’s eager hands explored his torso, smiling with eager appreciation. Now was Oliver’s moment. Naked, he stood and smiled wickedly and he pulled Tom’s pants further down and threw them across the room. He sat himself on Tom’s lap, finally taking his hands to the top button of the guy’s shirt, unpicking them all, one by one, making his way down. At last, he spread the material apart, revealing the rounded, most handsome potbelly Oliver had ever seen in his life. The chest was strong and a little hairy. Only the very gentle softness of the nipples gave away the obvious forty pounds Tom had gained since Oliver had seen him last. However, the extreme, solid and heavy ball-shaped stomach was more than he had ever wished for. Here was a man who not only enjoyed his food, but had clearly packed it into himself with relish, growing such a firm, well shaped, spherical mass. It was all Oliver could do not to lament at how insanely arousing he found the sight of it. Instead, he kissed the guy more and more, leading him upstairs to finish the job.
Oliver’s friends were always going to be sceptical when he started a new relationship. They’d witnessed how heartbroken he had been after his split with James, glancing at each other with concern as Oliver had lamented about seeing an old high school crush.
“He’s staying over again tonight?” Mandy had asked. “Doesn’t he have his own place?”
Oliver had steered the conversation carefully, sensing their worries. These friends had only ever known him as the driven, assertive version of his twenties; mistaking that now for a reckless, foolhardy fall into a rebound relationship. In contrast, Tom seemed to know him so much more; that unrefined incarnation of his teenage years and the way it had evolved now into someone the man appeared to have fallen for just as much as Oliver had in return.
“Trust me,” Oliver had smiled at them all. “You’ll understand when you meet him.”
However, when the friends did meet Tom, Oliver soon realised how much of a serious misstep he had taken in laying the groundwork. He’d talked too much about how they’d known each other in high school and how popular Tom had been with the girls because of his athleticism. So when he arrived with a thicker, slightly pot-bellied physique, he should have been less surprised when their eyes kept flying back to Tom’s swollen middle. Of course they would be surprised. Oliver’s ex, James, had been obsessed with the gym, whereas it was obvious that Tom was not. Like a typical guy who had packed on a few pounds, Tom was continuing to wear his medium t-shirts that clung unflatteringly against the expanded waistline, emphasising it even more. It also didn’t help that Tom had arrived, feeling pretty hungry. He ordered more than everyone else and even reached across to grab the things people had left on their plates when they were too polite to refuse him.
If Oliver was honest, he felt a strange sense of embarrassment at Tom’s overeating and attire. His new boyfriend’s greed and appearance did not match in the slightest with the men his friends were used to him dating. Upon meeting Tom, they were quickly realising that Oliver’s taste in men wasn’t always quite so mainstream. On the other hand, however, it was incredibly thrilling to show off the kind of man Oliver found genuinely so appealing: overfed, under-exercised and swollen. As Tom ate, Oliver’s hardness built, realising that were Tom to continue on this path, this was probably the slimmest his friends would ever see his new lover.
In truth, Oliver knew that he was significantly overfeeding Tom whenever he came over. It almost felt like something he could barely control as he stocked his refrigerator and cupboards with all the decadent favorites he knew Tom wouldn’t be able to resist. Meanwhile, Tom relaxed into it completely, resting back into the couch as he sipped on his beers and allowed his new lover to spoil him. It was obvious how much he enjoyed it all, lamenting more than once how great it was to be dating someone who didn’t constantly nag him about his eating, as it appeared his previous girlfriends had all done. In Tom’s mind, this made dating guys so much easier.
The effects were instantaneous. When they first started sleeping together, Oliver could squint his eyes and still see the toned, athletic butt that Tom had had back at the end of high school, even with his slightly oversized glutes. Now, however, the tops of Tom’s thighs had started softening and the butt cheeks had pushed outwards, developing significantly more width to them through a lack of exercise. Tom’s ass had become that of a fat man, rather than a simple ex-jock, meaning that Oliver was able to finish with remarkable speed whenever they practised being versatile in the bedroom. But as Oliver thrusted and pounded, he wasn’t simply enjoying the feel and shape of Tom’s chubby butt; in his mind, he was imagining the size it could grow to with more time and encouragement. After all, it was obvious that Tom’s rear was only ever going to grow bigger.
Unlike other people, there seemed to be a genuine disconnect between Tom and the appearance of his body. He didn’t seem to notice how badly his clothes were fitting, nor become irritated by how obviously uncomfortable certain items of clothing must have been for him; his tortured, stretched out and exhausted underwear sliding further down his butt crack. After a performance management review, Tom came back wearing larger work shirts that had been issued to him after his manager saw the disastrous fit of the old ones. Tom had shrugged it off without complaint, nor alarm over how much thicker he was becoming. He was the type of man who didn’t make issues where there needn’t to be any. His weight wasn’t impacting his work, nor his sex life, so it surely mustn’t be a problem.
Out of both excitement and neccessity, Oliver took the initiative and started to buy Tom some new items to wear, finding that the man was more than happy to accept the guidance. Having never had an interest in clothes, he’d assumed that, as a gay man, Oliver would be a lot more knowledgeable about how to dress him. The casual look was so sexy on him as well; the sweatshorts and sweatpants, the sleeveless t-shirts and elasticated waistbands. It was obvious how Tom’s gain had been able to take hold of him. The guy had adopted a lazy lifestyle that Oliver had enabled with ease. As Tom drove around from house to house in work, he’d been making casual calls at fast food places several times in a week, as was evident throughout his work vehicle. He’d avoided walking as much as he could, always ensuring he parked as close as possible to the store he was visiting. When he got home, he would collapse on the couch and not move. Indeed, a brief look in the glutton’s kitchen cupboards would tell anyone that he had the taste buds of a five year old; with sugary snacks and tasty treats filling them up entirely.
For the first time, Tom was starting to carry a little more weight in his face, with cheeks that had swollen slightly and the start of a small chin. His pecs had softened, with fat beginning to spread under his arms as his rounded gut inflated once more. Oliver realised that in only three months of dating, he had probably witnessed Tom gaining a further thirty pounds of fat on his tall frame without a care in the world.
It was around that time when Oliver was taken to meet Tom’s family. Despite only knowing for a few days that their son had flipped to dating a guy for the first time, Tom was still remarkably affectionate with Oliver in front of them. His brother, Steve, and his wife, Rachel, had been invited along for dinner at the same time, really piling on the pressure for Oliver to impress.
Oliver had an image in his head of how he expected Tom’s parents to look; after all, Tom had done every athletics club under the sun when he was growing up, and it wasn’t unreasonable for Oliver to anticipate that this was as a result of his upbringing. However, Oliver quickly realised that the picture he had of them in his head couldn’t have been more wrong. Tom’s mother was short, round and carried an enormous amount of weight on her giant rear. His father was an even more extreme example of obesity, clearly weighing no less than four hundred pounds on his tall and broad frame. Oliver wondered if this had been a recent thing for the pair of them, but as he gazed upon the family photos around the house, he realised that Tom and his brother, Steve, had always grown up with very large parents.
Steve’s wife, Rachel, was someone Oliver remembered clearly as the former editor of the high school newspaper; an extremely bossy and studious girl from the year above and not someone Oliver had been particularly keen to get to know. Perhaps it was just the fact that she had seen so many of Tom’s love interests come and go over the many years she had been a part of the family, but she did not seem in the slightest bit as interested in Oliver as the rest of the friendly bunch. She picked at and chastised her husband for reaching for a second helping of dessert and she positively scowled at her mother-in-law when she brought out further snacks after dinner. Her reason for this was simple. Much like Tom, Steve had packed on quite a good amount of weight since his athletic high school days. He’d developed a stout little tummy and his face had that distinct puffiness to it that his younger self had not.
“The boys always overeat when they come here,” Rachel grumbled quietly to Oliver later on, as the pair were alone for the first time. “Walt and Sue have absolutely no idea about healthy diets or portion control,” she sighed, referring to Tom’s parents; clearly wound up and frustrated by having to be there.
“Well, they’re clearly good cooks,” Oliver smiled back, trying to keep the conversation light.
“Steve and I went through a rough patch a couple of years ago and he moved back here for two months,” she replied, still attempting to make her point. “Forty pounds!” she exclaimed. “That’s how much he gained from just being here with those two, eating the same things that they do. He’s still carrying around some of it now.”
“I see,” Oliver nodded, not really wanting to get involved in Rachel’s in-law grumblings.
“Give these boys an inch and they’d turn into the image of their father,” Rachel nodded, finally seeming to reach her point. “Tom’s weight has gone up and down in the last couple of years, but I’ve never seen him this big before. You’ll need to start putting your foot down with him, like I do with Steve.”
With impeccable timing, the pair watched as Tom reached out and fed himself a large doughnut as he finally finished drying the dishes with the others. Three large bites and it was gone, like it had been nothing more than air. It was plain to see that Rachel was absolutely right. Left to their own devices, both Tom and his brother were exactly the type of men who could stumble into quite extreme obesity. If only Rachel knew that Oliver had no intentions of ever preventing that.
Oliver had never dated a guy with so little inhibitions when it came to his body. Despite the fat little tummy he had developed, Tom seemed completely at ease lounging around Oliver’s house in nothing but his underwear; even answering the door to the take-out delivery guy with next to nothing on. Perhaps it stemmed from the days when Tom had been the ultimate fantasy for so many women; tall, broad and handsome. But with his gut pushing out in one direction and his chubby rear in another, the guy was getting further and further away from the sleek form that had once made women droll. His laziness was evident by how content he was to lay about all weekend, making multiple excuses whenever Oliver suggested going for a hike, or getting out for some exercise. Overfed, oversexed and under-exercised, Tom had reached a level of contentment in his new relationship that was only ever going to have one result.
It was easy to become blind to it all. Tom’s eating was indeed quite extreme. He could arrive at Oliver’s place with a tray of doughnuts and go to bed that night with not a single one left. Despite being well catered for, he ordered in food later in the evening and he slurped on beers and sodas like he’d spent a month in a dry desert. It was as if he was so comfortable and happy in his relationship with Oliver, he was taking the best vacation from caring about his diet at all.
However, as the months trickled by, it was clear that Tom’s eating was anything but temporary. Their first holiday season together had been an eye-opener as Oliver saw just how much Tom’s family indulged. Rachel had been a constant snarky killjoy the entire time, biting Steve’s head off anytime he went in for extra helpings in the same way Tom seemed to enjoy doing. It was obvious that neither Tom, nor his parents were all that keen on her, making it significantly easier for them to appreciate how laid back Oliver was instead. By simply not nagging or chastising Tom as his gut bloated up into an even more spherical shape, he’d become the firm favorire amongst even the extended family. It was something that Oliver didn’t mind too much. Rachel was abrasive and harsh. It was easy to feel sorry for Steve as they waved goodbye to them both after a meal at Tom’s parents; Rachel’s face set like stone because her husband had overeaten once more.
Moving in together had been the inevitable next step for Oliver and Tom. However, this process was sped up significantly by the fact that Tom’s landlord was wanting to sell. Although it had been less than eighteen months since Oliver had kicked out his last lover, there he was welcoming another into his home. He’d expected the usual teething problems as they learned to get along, living side by side. Yet the experience turned out to be nothing but pure pleasure. Not only was their sex life as rampant as ever, but Tom was considerate and funny, appreciating how lucky he was to have a guy who was not only willing to let him move in, but make the changes he wanted around the house: his significantly larger TV screen in the lounge, his ugly recliner chair in front of it; a beer dispenser by the refrigerator and a whole stack of games and console machines in what was the become Tom’s new man cave. Giving the guy his own space vital to making this work, Oliver reasoned. He’d had to set his own ground rules as well; chief amongst them that Tom tried his best not to sit down on some of the older pieces of furniture Oliver had inherited from his grandmother. Given the size of the man’s ball-like stomach these days, Oliver suspected that his lover had already surpassed three hundred pounds as the couch began grumbling under his weight.
In no time at all, Oliver’s home soon became a casual refuge for Steve as well. Being that Tom only lived a few blocks away from his brother now, the two guys were seeing a lot more of each other than they had in the ten years since Steve had first moved out of their parents’ place. With some amusement, Oliver would chuckle to himself as he saw Tom letting the guy in to watch the football on TV. Steve would always be dressed like he was heading to the gym and Oliver suspected that that was exactly where his wife had been told he was going. Instead, he was sitting on the couch, gorging on take out pizzas with his brother, whilst shouting at the screen.
Steve had always carried a stubborn, stout little paunch the whole time Oliver had been dating Tom. However, after only three months of skipping the gym to watch sports with Tom, the guy had packed on a considerable amount of additional weight, rounding him out further and bloating up his face in the same way that Tom’s had in the early days of dating Oliver. Judging by the amount of take-out boxes and emptied cans Oliver could come down to in the morning, it was obvious that Steve was every bit as much of a glutton as Tom was. The results of all those excess calories were staggeringly similar as well: the swelling ball of stomach, the widening of the rear. The more the boys ate, the hungrier they seemed to become.
Tom’s gut appeared to enter the room before he did and his hips had swollen outwards in a way that had completely altered his shape. There had always been at least a hint of the guy’s former athleticism in his physique: the strong chest, the biceps, the jawline. Yet all of that had now melted away, being replaced by a puffing fatness that had coated Tom’s entire body. As he slouched in his chair, the great mass of stomach fat arched out in front of him, expanding into his lap; his pecs long since succumbing to the build up of blubber. At what must have been 350lbs, Oliver could not get over how attracted he was to the man: the sheer enormity and size of him; the great appetite and joy he seemed to get from his eating, without caring in the slightest about how his body was changing.
Oliver had asked Tom to marry him whilst they were on vacation together in Las Vegas. Tom had gorged himself the entire time, going from restaurant to restaurant, and when they had won a sizable amount of cash on their penultimate evening there, it felt like everything had slotted into place as they headed off to the tackiest looking chapel they could find.
However, as one marriage began, it seemed as if another was ending. Steve and Rachel clearly weren’t getting along, meaning that the poor, hapless guy was soon spending more and more time in Oliver and Tom’s spare bedroom. Oliver tried not to pry but it seemed obvious to him what the main catalyst was for the couple’s troubles.
“Don’t you think you should go easy on the pizzas later when you’re watching the game with Steve?” Oliver tried to ask. “You know what Rachel is like about his weight and it’s clear that she’s not happy about how much weight he’s gained.”
Tom shrugged. Even he couldn't deny how much weight his brother had packed on in the last few months. After all, he had taken to wearing many items of clothing that Tom had outgrown himself: the sweatpants, the t-shirts, the sweaters. “What’s the point? We all know they’re not getting back together.”
Oliver sighed. Given how much of Steve’s stuff had been filling up the spare bedroom, he had come to a similar conclusion.
“And so what if they do get a divorce? Steve’s already starting to realise how much nicer life is without her.” He looked at Oliver, trying to get a sense of what he was thinking. “Unless… you’re frustrated at having him here?” he asked, suddenly concerned. “You know my parents would let him stay with them if it’s all a bit too much?”
Oliver shook his head. That wasn’t the case at all. Ever since Tom had quit his job for an admin role, working from home, he had worried that Tom’s weight would start to come down, now that he wasn’t roaming from fast food joint to fast food joint during his working day. But with Steve around, the pair fuelled each other’s enthusiasm for tasty treats, with an inevitable, incredibly arousing impact on both their bodies. In the last few weeks alone, Tom’s thighs had appeared to explode with additional size, stretching the capacity of even his most casual sweatpants.
Steve’s attitude seemed to change the moment he found out that Rachel had started to date one of his old friends. Rather than being angry and bitter, it was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He could at last move on, rejecting the guilt he felt and enjoy his life.
“Steve’s out again?” Oliver chuckled as he came in late one evening. “Another date? Who is it this time?”
Tom nodded as he dipped his hand into a large bag of potato chips. “Some girl he met online,” he replied. “A new one.”
Oliver smiled, pleased that Steve was proving to be such a hit with the ladies, even with his larger stomach these days.
When Steve finally did bring a girl home, both Oliver and Tom quietly confessed to each other their surprise over how good looking she was: petite, slim and large chested, the woman could have had any man she wanted; yet she seemed physically incapable of keeping her hands off her new chubby boyfriend. As for Steve, he seemed blissfully happy and pleased with himself, knowing that he had struck gold. Gina seemed like the girl he had been waiting for his entire life.
“Your Tom’s a big boy, isn’t he?” Gina smiled, watching as Oliver’s husband and Steve retreated into the lounge after dinner.
“I guess so,” Oliver smiled as he tidied up the table, still undecided about the woman his brother-in-law was dating.
“You two must get a lot of looks when you go out together? You’re both so different!”
Oliver resisted the urge to roll his eyes. So many folks didn’t understand how he could be so in love with a man almost two hundred pounds heavier than him; yet few lacked the tack to keep that curiosity to themselves. “I guess so,” he replied disinterestedly.
“My Steve has a pretty big tummy on him as well,” Gina blundered on, chuckling nervously.
“Well, I think my husband is partly to blame for that,” Oliver smiled back. “He’s been teaching him some pretty bad habits since Steve moved in here with us.”
Gina nodded enthusiastically back. “Yes, Steve’s been telling me! He split his pants at work the other day,” she chuckled.
“I’ve lost count of the amount of pants Tom’s destroyed over the years!” Oliver joked back.
“So, are the boys done eating for the night? Or do they usually snack now?”
Oliver looked at his watch and shook his head. “It’s only eight o’clock!” he replied as if Gina’s question had been utterly ridiculous. “Tom likes something to eat around ten or so. Usually it’s a pizza.”
“And does Steve join him?” Gina asked, almost excitedly.
“Of course,” Oliver nodded.
Gina turned, looking towards the lounge area, sighing with pleasure. “I think this living arrangement is going to work out very well for all of us!”
Oliver simply wiped down the kitchen counter as Gina skipped off to snuggle under Steve’s arm on the couch, not quite understanding exactly what the woman had meant.
A couple of weeks later, Oliver nudged his husband as Steve came down the stairs ready to head out for dinner with Gina. His eyes had bulged at the tight shirt the guy was wearing; his stout, rounded stomach already straining the buttons.
“You can’t let him wear that!” Oliver whispered, panicking as he saw Steve grabbing his keys. “Tell him it’s too tight!”
Tom looked up from his heaped plate of cheese and savoury biscuits, balanced on top of the shelf of stomach fat he had accumulated. He saw the ridiculous shirt and smirked to himself. “Have a good evening, buddy!” he called out, letting the guy leave without a word of protest.
“How could you let him go out like that?” Oliver cried, utterly shocked by his husband’s lack of caring.
Tom merely laughed to himself. “You worry far too much about him. Trust me, Steve knows exactly what he’s doing!”
Oliver paused, never quite knowing how far to pry into the brothers’ relationship. They got along better than any other siblings he had ever known and were certainly a lot closer than Oliver had ever been with his especially aloof older sister. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.
Tom seemed to ponder how best to answer as he continued eating. “Well, Gina is quite forthcoming when it comes to her appreciation of the extra weight he’s been carrying lately. I imagine he’s going to get very lucky tonight when she sees him in that tight shirt!”
“Gina likes it?” Oliver asked, feeling a lot more surprised than he should reasonably have been, considering all the compliments he had heard the girl giving the chubby boy.
“Of course,” Tom nodded. “She wants him bigger.”
“She… what?” Oliver gasped.
“Oh, come on!” Tom chuckled. “You can’t pretend you’re not exactly the same. It’s just like how you get off on my… what is it you say? My ‘big, manly appetite.’”
“That’s not quite the same thing,” Oliver mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
“Well, Gina thinks it is,” Tom replied. “Her and Steve talk about it quite a lot. She thinks you enable me to gain weight because you enjoy it.”
Oliver blushed. He never lied to Tom, yet if he opened his mouth at that moment, he wouldn’t have been able to help one from slipping out, denying everything. “And what do you think?” was all he asked.
“I just think I’m a greedy boy who eats far too much,” Tom smirked. “But I do think that might be part of the reason why you married me…”
Tom’s responses were light and jovial, relaxing Oliver as he came to terms with the fact he would have to own up to his kinkier side. “But, I don’t make you wear tight clothes that people will make fun of you for,” he replied, trying to shift the spotlight back onto Gina instead.
“No,” Tom nodded in agreement. “But you’re hardly stopping me from outgrowing everything, are you?”
Oliver merely stared at his husband for a few moments as he finished up the last of his pre-dinner snack; all those additional calories and fats he had prepared for his husband. He’d been outed as a chubby chaser. “So how big does Gina want Steve to get?” he asked.
Tom pressed his thumb into the plate, picking up all the leftover crumbs, before sucking them off. “They’ve had some very kinky conversations about just that,” the big man nodded. “She makes these special shakes for him, loaded with calories! Then she sucks him off whilst he downs it all for her.”
“And Steve is okay with that?” Oliver questioned, trying to hold back his surprise.
“Did you not hear the bit about the blow job?” Tom chuckled. “He’s a guy. Of course he loves it.”
Tom’s casual nature was making it harder for Oliver to unpick how the man really felt about all this. His brother had fallen into a feedist relationship and yet Tom seemed utterly delighted for him. “Are you saying that’s something you’d like us to try?” he finally asked.
“I’d drink one of those shakes for you, no problem,” Tom nodded enthusiastically. “Especially if it came with some benefits…You should get the recipe from Gina. I’m sure she’d happily share.”
“And you’d find that exciting?”
Tom scoffed, not prepared to let his husband hide behind the mask of his supposedly naive enabling anymore. “We’d both get off on that, and you know it!” he laughed. “Frankly, I’d love it if you were a little more vocal about enjoying my appetite; like Gina is with Steve.”
At that moment, a knock came at the door, just as Oliver was trying to take in the enormity of the casual comments his husband had just made. Dazed, he walked off to the entrance way and opened the door up to the visitors they had been expecting.
“Jeez!” exclaimed Dex, fresh from a year-long trip to New Zealand with his girlfriend, Marie. “We just saw Steve heading out as we pulled up,” he rambled, having met Oliver and Tom as a couple only once before heading off on their trip. “I can’t believe how much weight he’s…”
Tom waddled in from around the corner, ready to see one of the only friends he still kept from high school, simultaneously shutting Dex’s ramblings down in an instant as the guy saw just how enormous Tom had grown. His girlfriend’s eyes bulged too; the pair of them trying to contain their surprise.
“Hey… hey there, buddy!” Dex cried, walking over to Tom and giving him the briefest of hugs. His voice was unsure and it was obvious how uncomfortable he felt to have been caught commenting on Steve’s weight gain, given how much more extremely Tom had grown. That giant gut really was the only thing anyone ever saw.
Oliver looked at the pair, not really understanding why Tom still kept in touch with them. Dex was every bit the high school jock he had once been; Marie a moderately successful social media influencer. They’d travelled the world, worked in several different countries, declaring that they could never imagine anything worse than living an insignificant life back home in the small towns where they had grown up. It was exactly the sort of ego that Oliver had disliked about Dex back in high school. Meanwhile, Tom lived for his pizzas and take-outs. He worked from home and had little interest in anything that involved getting up off his couch. How many days had it been since Tom had even bothered to leave the house?
It was easy to become blind to Tom’s size ever since Oliver lived with him each day. But with Dex there, alongside his petite girlfriend, the contrast was clearer than ever. Since when had Tom’s face become so massive? Did regular folks like Dex and Marie really eat such small portions? It had been a little while since Tom had started sitting at the head of the table, instead of at the side by Oliver. However, as the four of them were sitting that evening, it was more than obvious that the seating position was purely to accommodate Tom’s giant size. Oliver had to lean over and plate Tom's meal up for him, catching Dex and Marie glancing with concern at each other at just how much food Oliver was naturally piling onto their friend’s plate.
The conversation quickly became dominated by uninteresting anecdotes from the high flying couple’s global adventures. Oliver could tell that Tom wasn’t really listening; neither of them were. Oliver simply kept a keen eye on Tom’s plate, spooning on more of the different items as they started to get low. It was second nature to him now. However, from the little, uneasy pauses Dex made each time Oliver did so, his disapproval was getting ever closer to the surface. But the more Dex and Marie rambled on, the less concerned Oliver felt about upsetting them. It seemed like their egos had inflated tenfold with a little social media success. They spoke as if they were the authority on several issues, with an arrogance inside them that they both seemed completely oblivious to.
Oliver slopped more food onto Tom’s plate. His husband was eating well; most likely because there was no opportunity for him to join in the conversation. If he kept it up, Oliver wouldn’t have to plate up any leftovers later. All the serving bowls could go straight in the dishwasher. He knew he was overfacing Tom by emptying the last of the cream and cheese potato dish out for him, but it was worth a shot, given that Steve wasn’t there to help out, as well as the fact that Marie and Dex had avoided it; seeming to know how calorie laden it was.
Afterwards, Tom stretched out and rubbed his swollen stomach with a grunt whilst Oliver dutifully cleared the table around him. He’d made a giant, hearty dish of sticky toffee sponge, leaving it out in the middle of the table for Marie and Dex to serve themselves. Unused to waiting for guests to be served first, Oliver tried to hold back a small chuckle as he heard his gluttonous husband swallowing back saliva as he watched on. Finally, the serving spoon was in Oliver’s hand, carving out a humongous portion and pressing it down until it fitted inside their oversized bowls. He’d made additional toffee sauce, pouring that on for Tom as well, before placing it down in front of him. The weight of it was obvious by the hefty ‘thunk’ it made onto the placemat; something that did not go unnoticed by the guests.
If there was one thing Oliver never had to worry about, it was Tom’s sweet tooth. But rarely had Oliver been so blatant as to start refilling his husband’s bowl the moment he dropped the spoon. The goal was simple: no leftovers. Having Dex and Marie there to witness it was even quietly thrilling.
“So, do you have any more plans for the house?” Marie asked, finally seeming to notice that they had been talking about themselves for over an hour by that point. “Last time we saw you, you mentioned wanting to extend out the back.”
Oliver shook his head. In truth, he’d lost a lot of his enthusiasm for the house ever since he’d met Tom. Houses and renovations were not the large man’s thing in the slightest. All Tom really cared about was having somewhere to rest his head at night. “I don’t think so,” Oliver replied, reaching under the table to rest his hand on Tom’s knee. “In truth, I can’t see us staying here for too much longer.”
“Oh, really?” Marie smiled back. “Are you guys thinking of moving out of town?”
“No, nothing like that,” Oliver shot back, realising that he hadn’t even discussed any of this with Tom. “But this place is old and has already been knocked around a fair bit. The shower is getting a little too small for Tom and there’s no way of making it larger unless we knock down the wall into one of the guest bedrooms. It’s a lot of work.”
“Or…” Dex began, looking at them both like they were simple, “...you could just put him on a diet.”
Oliver was surprised at the slight glee he felt at making Dex bite. Tom was busily scraping his bowl clean, determined to get every last crumb; oblivious. “Oh, I think that ship has sailed, don’t you?” Oliver chuckled, exchanging his husband’s empty bowl for the entire bowl that remained in the middle of the table. He lifted the jug of extra toffee sauce, emptying it entirely, before passing Tom his spoon back and slipping his hand under the table once more to rub his husband’s knee. His silent meaning was clear: eat it all.
Steve’s disgust was evident on his face as he simply watched his old friend annihilating the entirety of the remaining dessert without a thought. All three spectators were observing the masterful glutton taking on the sugary feast without even noticing he was being watched; the conversation halted. Oliver could hardly believe how erotic he found it and he was thankful that he was wearing an oversized sweater that covered his crotch as he stood up to collect yet another fresh soda for his husband. He imagined how boring it would be to be lumbered with a fit guy like Dex. Oliver knew he’d have to fatten him up with his calorie dense food and quiet enabling, until he got what he wanted; exactly as he had done with Tom, and now his brother as well.
“Check out this pic I found of us from high school,” Dex insisted, fumbling with his phone. “I found it the other day,” he explained, filling the silence as he clicked and swiped his way to it. Finally, he turned it around for Oliver and Tom to see: two handsome, shirtless jocks with glistening six packs by the pool. “Look at the pair of us! Man, I miss those care-free days!” Dex chuckled fondly.
Oliver tried to suppress a chuckle. Dex’s true intentions hadn’t been clearer, reminding his old friend of how fit he used to be.
“I don’t!” Tom grunted in reply between large mouthfuls. “I never liked being on the swim team. In fact, I haven’t stepped foot in a swimming pool since I graduated.”
“Seriously?” Marie asked in surprise. “In over ten years?” Given how many poolside selfies there were of her, it was a wonder she didn’t have gills.
“Tom’s not big on exercise,” Oliver confirmed, shaking his head.
Realising the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, Dex returned his cell phone to his pocket. “Dude, you’re starting to look like your dad,” he finally snapped as Tom began scraping the bowl for the last of the toffee sauce.
Having cleared some plates, Oliver was just making his way back to the table as he said it, making him chuckle as he rubbed his husband’s large back proudly. “Actually, Tom can eat even more than his dad these days,” he smiled, as if this was an achievement to be proud of.
Tom, who seemed to be finally switching back onto the conversation now his food was all but gone, nodded in agreement.
Dex had clearly expected more negativity from his comment and he looked at Marie as if they were both thinking the same thing. He gazed down at his watch and Marie nodded subtly in agreement.
“Thanks for dinner,” Dex sighed, already getting up. “But we have to be up early tomorrow for our flight.”
Oliver beamed. He had thought he was stuck with the pair of them all evening. “Oh, we understand,” he nodded, hoping to sound disappointed. Then he looked down at a still seated Tom, waiting for him to echo his words of regret. However, Tom seemed far more concerned with the tightness of his stomach after downing such a large amount from his fresh soda. He rubbed at his stomach and looked almost like he might throw up, before a giant burp came rolling up from his throat. Sighing with relief, Tom grunted as he rose to his feet as well; his stomach so bloated that the underside of it was visible from the bottom of his t-shirt.
No one hugged in goodbye. Dex seemed disgusted and, at the same time, pitying towards his old friend. Tom raised his great arm and Oliver slid underneath, resting against the man’s bulk as the pair stood just outside the house and waved the pretty couple off. “Do you think we frightened them away?” Tom whispered as the car rumbled off the driveway. “You’ve never made me eat like that before,” he chuckled.
“It was more entertaining than listening to all their boring stories,” Oliver replied, trying not to move his mouth so much that the couple would have the chance to read his lips as they backed out onto the road. “Did you enjoy it, though?” he smirked, raising his hand for the final wave to Dex and Marie.
Tom didn’t reply. He simply trotted his way back into the house and embraced his husband in a giant kiss the moment the front door was closed behind them. Oliver was the one who pulled off Tom’s shirt, feeling a freedom now to enjoy the giant size of his glutton’s stomach that he hadn’t allowed himself before now.
“You like?” Tom asked, standing proudly and full of confidence, even pushing his fat tummy out a little more.
“I do!” Oliver nodded, slipping down onto his knees in order to kiss the giant mass.
Tom grunted in approval, seizing the opportunity to lower his sweatpants and feed his stiff and buried hardness into Oliver’s mouth. He moaned loudly as Oliver settled to his work with such relish, rubbing his enormous stomach as if his own size was turning him on. As Oliver’s tongue worked him harder, Tom’s stomach rubbing only became more frantic and desperate, taking a hand to each side of it and bouncing it up and down.
“You’re never going to put me on a diet, are you?” Tom asked, his voice dripping with lust.
Oliver briefly pulled his mouth from Tom’s crotch to reply. “Never,” he teased back, noticing that Tom’s dick was even harder by the time he got it back between his lips.
The next time Oliver came up for breath, he pulled Tom along towards the couch, letting the fat boy down on his back, legs splayed, as Oliver set back to pleasuring him. In this position, Tom seemed to be enjoying himself even more; moaning loudly and rubbing his giant gut like it was an enormous wrecking ball pinning him down. There was almost no effort required to make the man ejaculate.
Afterwards, Oliver looked on at his husband with a satisfaction that no orgasm could give him. Naked and well-catered for, Tom had fallen asleep in the same position he had landed in during the blow job; a giant, fat slug draped over the couch that constantly creaked under his weight. The fat under his chin had made his neck disappear in this position and a contented, calm expression filled his face as he dozed. This was the reason Oliver loved his size and greed so much; for only he could deliver this sort of bliss to a glutton like Tom: his perfect man.
Only eighteen months later, Tom stood, filling his plate full of items from the buffet table at his brother’s wedding. It had been a long day for the guy, being the Best Man, with plenty of time up on his feet for the photographs. Oliver watched on, admiring the sheer size of his husband’s rear from afar. There was something so cute that happened to those glutes once a man crossed five hundred pounds. They were so plush and soft, yet grotesquely oversized and extreme-looking, especially in the tight dress pants Tom had been made to wear that day. He wasn’t used to such restrictive clothes, and he wriggled and twitched in them the entire time, silently longing to get back into his sweatshorts which wouldn’t pinch him like these pants did.
There had come a point a few months back when Oliver and Tom had decided to take a step back from the deliberately fattening regime Tom had seemed to take himself on. To some extent, it had worked. Tom was no longer growing at the rate that he had been. However, there was no denying the fact that the man was indeed still growing. Those unplanned pounds had made his body swell and soften in a way that none of the previous weight ever had before. His upper arms had ballooned with fat and his hips had widened so that he had broken more than a few chairs. It had been fat building upon already well established fat. Of course it was going to change his shape, thought Oliver, rolling his eyes as Tom finally began to have second thoughts once even his parents had shown some concern. But the weight was still finding him; still sliding onto his overfed physique and quietly arousing them both by the seemingly uncontrollable nature of it all.
Steve, and his new wife emerged onto the dance floor. It was almost pitiable to watch her dragging such a fat man out to dance with her. With such a hectic day, Steve had become dishevelled and a little sweaty; his large shirt untucking itself in all but a couple of places around his large circumference. His blossoming love handles an underbelly showing in just the same Tom’s had only one hundred pounds earlier. As for his new wife, she seemed to be loving every minute, showing off the giant, spherical man she could now call her own. Without much family to Gina’s name, the guest list seemed saturated with friends of hers with similarly bloated, overfed husbands; most likely undergoing the same transformation that Steve was under a feeder’s care. Oliver had seen them all looking across at him, nodding in approval at Tom’s size, as if they were all a part of the same strange and unspoken club.
“Are you not coming to watch?” Oliver asked his overstuffed husband, wiping his mouth after completing his monstrous mountain of buffet food.
Tom shook his head lazily, pretending to want to rest his feet.
Oliver smirked, spotting the vast quantities of pre-cut wedding cake sitting on the table not far away and knowing that Tom was secretly plotting a way to get more than his fair share whilst everyone was distracted. Indeed, if there was one thing Oliver could always rely upon, it was Tom’s sweet tooth.
“Okay, honey,” Oliver smiled, pretending not to have figured out his gluttonous husband’s real intentions. “You just rest here for a minute,” he smiled, turning his back so that Tom could quietly gorge himself, unnoticed by everyone else in the room. Given how well the man had been eating today, there’d certainly be fresh fat to explore on his body by tomorrow morning….
It was the third week of the university course, and the campus was buzzing with life and activity. Alex and David, dorm roommates, had hit it off from the start. They attended the same classes, shared meals in the cafeteria, and spent hours together in the gym. Alex was blond and he had an athletic body. What stood out the most about his physique was his perky butt. Despite his shyness, he enjoyed David's company. David, darker-haired and more muscular, exuded confidence and had a dominant presence that Alex found intoxicating. Both were very handsome but still virgins.
One afternoon, David returned from the library loaded with books and notes, only to find Alex in bed with a cast on his leg.
"What happened?" he asked, putting his things aside and approaching him.
Alex sighed, clearly annoyed.
"I had a stupid fall on the stairs. I broke my leg, and the doctor said I should avoid putting weight on it for an entire month."
David frowned.
"Wow. Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yes, but they gave me something for the pain. The worst part is I can't move well, and I don't know how I'll attend classes."
David sat on the edge of Alex's bed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry about that. I'll share my notes with you so you won't fall behind."
"Thanks."
"And forget about going to the cafeteria. I'll bring you takeout."
Alex looked at him with gratitude.
"What would I do without you?"
David stood up, his expression firm.
"I'm here to help. We'll get through this together."
With that promise, David set out to take care of Alex over the following weeks.
On his first day as a nurse, David woke up early to attend classes, leaving Alex sleeping in the room. He returned a few hours later with fast food in a bag from a campus restaurant.
"I brought you something to eat," he said, placing the bag on a tray over Alex's bed. "I'm heading to the cafeteria now and then to the gym. I'll fetch your dinner tonight."
"Thanks."
Hungry, Alex glanced at his food and quickly devoured it: a burger, fries, and a milkshake. He felt a bit guilty about consuming so many calories, but hunger and boredom made him ignore those thoughts.
Each day followed a similar pattern. And the evenings became their time together. David would go out for dinner, and they would settle in Alex's bed to watch movies and series on the laptop. They shared laughs and conversations. David often watched Alex eat, noticing small changes in his body. His toned muscles started to soften, and a small layer of fat accumulated around his waist and thighs. Alex also noticed the changes. Initially, he felt uncomfortable and embarrassed, though there was something intriguing about it all.
One night, while enjoying a movie together, Alex looked at David.
"I think I've gained some weight," he murmured.
David nodded.
"Yeah, I've noticed. But you're fine, Alex."
David's words made Alex blush and awakened something inside him.
As the days passed, both found themselves thinking more and more about Alex's weight gain. The night before removing the cast, they were in bed, watching a movie. David let his hand rest on Alex's abdomen, feeling the soft curve that had formed. Alex tensed at first but then relaxed, allowing David's hand to stay there.
"I didn't know I'd like this so much," Alex admitted quietly, looking at David with bright eyes.
David smiled, his thumb gently caressing Alex's skin.
"Me neither."
They shared a look filled with meaning. The sexual tension was palpable. David, with his hand still on Alex's soft abdomen, decided to take the first step. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Alex's. Alex responded to the kiss, first shyly and then with growing fervor. When they separated, they were breathing heavily.
"Your physical change turns me on, Alex," David confessed.
Alex gulped.
"It turns me on too," he admitted quietly. "And the fact that you're the one who brought me all that food, that you're partly responsible for my change... arouses me a lot."
Alex's words encouraged David. With a mischievous smile, he took off Alex's shirt, exposing his chest and belly. Alex did the same, undressing David with trembling but determined hands. Alex's pecs, once firm, showed a slight layer of fat, and his nipples were more prominent. His belly had lost definition and appeared softly rounded. David's hands moved down to Alex's pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down. Alex mimicked David. They were left in tight briefs, the fabric clearly outlining their painful hard-ons. With a mix of desire and curiosity, David slid Alex's briefs down, freeing his penis. He then revealed his own. They studied each other for a moment, absorbing the sight of one another, before David took the initiative.
"You look incredible," he murmured, his hand sliding over Alex's abdomen.
His voice was thick with desire. He began to work Alex's cock with slow, firm movements. Alex closed his eyes and let out a moan. Each stroke increased the pleasure.
"David," Alex gasped, "I'm going to... oh... God..."
David increased the pace of his hand while attending to his own erection with equal intensity.
"Let go, Alex," David whispered, his eyes locked on his roommate's.
With a final moan, Alex climaxed. He came in David's hand, who soon reached his own orgasm and collapsed beside him. They knew they had just crossed a line, one they weren't willing to step back from. Their lives had changed forever, and they were eager to explore what the future held.
The next morning, a Saturday, Alex left the doctor's office feeling relieved and excited. After weeks with a cast, he could finally move with more freedom. He had put on sweatpants, since all his jeans were too tight. Opening the dorm door, he found David waiting with a big smile and food temptingly spread out on one of the desks.
"Welcome back to freedom, Alex!" David exclaimed, stepping in for a hug. "I thought we should celebrate in style."
Alex smiled, feeling a special warmth inside.
"Thanks, David. Wow, that's a lot of food."
They sat on the bed, and David started serving him generous portions on a tray. Alex, excited, devoured each bite while David watched with satisfaction. As Alex ate, David couldn't help but comment on the changes in Alex's body.
"You've gained a lot, especially in your butt," he said with a naughty look. "It's gotten bigger and rounder. I love it."
Alex felt his cheeks blush, but couldn't deny he liked David's attention.
"Yeah, these sweatpants are one of the few things that fit," he admitted between bites.
"And not just in your butt," David continued, running his hand over Alex's abdomen. "Your belly has grown too."
After a good while of chewing, swallowing, and drinking, Alex was full and satisfied. But David had more plans for him.
"I want to give you something else, as a reward for eating everything," he said seductively.
David knelt in front of Alex and began to pull down his pants, exposing his tight briefs.
"Wow, these look so snug, Alex," he murmured before freeing Alex's semi-erection and starting to pleasure him with his mouth.
Alex's moans filled the room as David worked skillfully. When Alex reached orgasm, his newly gained fat jiggled. David got up, licking his lips, and leaned in to kiss Alex.
"I want to see you grow more. Would you like that?"
Alex, still feeling waves of pleasure, nodded. David smiled with satisfaction.
Part two
Another month passed, during which David dedicated himself to feeding Alex with great care. Every evening, after dinner at the cafeteria, he made sure his roommate’s belly was well filled. Alex eagerly devoured everything, enjoying both the junk food they bought from local restaurants and the numerous baked goods.
One Sunday afternoon, after a particularly heavy lunch, Alex found himself alone in front of the bathroom mirror. He was only wearing briefs, which now didn't really fit. He turned to see his reflection from different angles. His belly had grown noticeably, rounding out and projecting over the elastic waistband of his underwear. His thighs had thickened, and his love handles bulged out at the sides. But the most striking change was his butt: it had become even bigger and rounder, completely filling the back of his underwear and stretching the fabric almost to its limit. David entered the room at that moment with a box of donuts in hand. Seeing Alex admiring himself in the mirror, a smile of pride and desire appeared on his face.
“Look at you,” David said, approaching and running his hands over Alex’s hips to squeeze the fat with adoration. “You’re so fat...”
Alex shivered at David’s touch and his words.
“It’s your fault,” murmured with excitement.
David moved closer, pressing his body against Alex’s. “I know,” he whispered in his ear before offering him a donut. “Eat.”
Alex took the donut and bit into it, enjoying the sweet taste and the feeling of being fed. As Alex ate, David set the box on the sink, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered his underwear, revealing his immediate erection. Without taking his eyes off Alex’s reflection in the mirror, he slid his tight briefs down with difficulty, exposing his plump cheeks.
“This ass needs to be fucked,” David said, rubbing the sticky tip of his cock between the voluptuous cheeks.
As Alex continued to eat the donuts David gave him, David penetrated him very slowly, their moans mixing with the sounds of Alex chewing. Each thrust was a reminder of how much he had changed, how his body had transformed. David kept whispering in his ear how fat he was. Alex, completely surrendered, felt waves of pleasure through his body. His belly bounced slightly with each movement, and his hard nipples rubbed against the mirror. He finished the last donut just as he reached climax, his cries echoing in the bathroom. David kept moving, prolonging the pleasure for both of them, before finally coming. He stayed inside Alex for a few moments, breathing heavily.
“I want to see you even fatter,” he said.
Alex, still feeling David’s cock inside him and the donuts in his stomach, nodded. “Yes. Make me fatter.”
The next day, Alex and David decided they wouldn’t go to class. The desire to spend the day together enjoying their intimacy and Alex’s body transformation was too strong. David woke up early and went out to buy a large amount of food. He returned to the dorm with several bags full of fast food, cake, and sodas. Alex, still in bed, watched with curious and eager eyes as David placed the food on the desk. The aroma of burgers, fries, pizzas, and desserts made his stomach growl with hunger. David approached the bed with a slice of pizza in hand and held it in front of Alex’s lips.
“Today, we’re going to make sure that fat keeps piling on,” he said with a seductive smile.
Alex opened his mouth and bit into the pizza, tasting the greasy cheese. While Alex ate, David sat beside him, caressing his rounded belly. It wobbled when he shook it. On the other hand, his love handles were so irresistible that David couldn’t stop touching them either.
“You’re so fat, Alex. I love how all this jiggly fat moves,” David said in a low, desire-filled voice.
His hands roamed over every roll, every fold, admiring how Alex’s body had transformed. Alex, with his mouth full, could only moan with pleasure. David’s touch and words of admiration made him feel incredibly sexy. He continued devouring slice after slice, all of them offered by his roommate. David leaned in and began kissing Alex’s belly.
“Will you get even fatter for me?” he asked, looking up to meet Alex’s eyes.
“Yes,” Alex replied, his voice trembling with excitement.
David smiled and pulled down Alex’s pre-cum-soaked underwear, revealing his member. As he finished the pizza, David began to jerk him off slowly, his hands moving skillfully. Alex shivered with pleasure, feeling his body become increasingly sensitive to David’s fingers. His belly bounced slightly with each stroke, as did his nipples. David watched Alex with fascination. He couldn’t resist any longer. He turned Alex over and positioned himself behind him, lowering his own pants and underwear.
“I’m going to fuck you, Alex. And while I do, I want you to eat this burger,” he said, bringing it close to his mouth.
Alex grunted in agreement. David slid his cock into Alex with one hand and pushed the burger towards his mouth with the other, making him eat while he thrust. They quickly reached climax.
The first exams finally came to an end, and the accumulated stress from weeks of studying dissipated. One day, David had the idea to buy a scale. He returned to the dorm with a smile. Alex, who had spent the last few months enjoying the food David fed him, was lying in bed, engrossed in a series.
“Alex, come here,” David called with a mischievous grin on his lips.
Alex got up with some effort, his body clearly more voluminous and heavy. He approached David, who placed the scale in the center of the room.
“It’s time to see how much you’ve grown,” David said, his voice filled with anticipation.
Alex stepped on the scale, and they both watched as the numbers stabilized.
“209 pounds,” David read aloud. “Damn, you’ve gained 55 pounds.”
Alex looked at David and noticed his crotch. Without saying a word, he knelt in front of him, lowered his pants, and started sucking his cock. David moaned, his hands burying in Alex’s hair as he took him deeply into his mouth. The sight of a fatter Alex, dedicated to pleasuring him, drove him wild.
“Yes, Alex, keep going,” he said, trembling with pleasure.
Alex sucked him fervently, enjoying the power he had to arouse David. David’s cock was rock hard, and every moan he made encouraged Alex to continue. David couldn’t hold back any longer. He lifted Alex and pushed him onto the bed.
“What an ass,” David whispered, lowering his extremely tight briefs and giving him a smack.
He entered him slowly, savoring every second.
“You’ve gotten so fat for me...” he said as he began to move.
Alex moaned, feeling the pressure and pleasure mix in his body.
“Yes, David, and I love being like this for you,” he responded, moving in sync with David’s thrusts.
David increased the pace, his hands firmly gripping Alex’s love handles.
“You’re so sexy, so... obese,” he murmured.
They both reached orgasm simultaneously, their bodies shaking in unison. After coming, David collapsed on top of Alex, panting and sweaty. A few seconds later, he rolled off and lay next to him.
“David,” Alex began, turning to look him in the eyes, “I have something to confess. I want both of us to get fat. I’d like to see you with some extra pounds.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“You’re into fat, it’s obvious. Don’t you wonder what it would feel like on your own body?”
“Well, I am curious, yes.”
“I think we should start this Christmas break. We’ll stay here on campus, and we can spend it eating and enjoying ourselves.”
David smiled, his face lighting up with the same excitement Alex felt.
“We can give it a go.”
They looked at each other with a mix of love and lust, knowing that the path they had chosen together would be full of pleasure and discoveries. And so, with a new determination, they prepared for the next chapter of their shared story, ready to see how far they could go.
Part three
Christmas vacation was coming to an end, and for Alex and David, those days had been a complete transformation. Not just in their bodies, but in their relationship. Ever since Alex had confessed his desire for both of them to gain weight together, they had dedicated every moment to fulfilling it. Every morning, they ordered huge breakfasts for delivery: piles of pancakes covered in butter and maple syrup, sausages, eggs, and calorie-rich milkshakes. At noon, they took turns going out for fast food, which consisted of burgers, pizzas, and huge servings of fries. And dinner was always a feast, with endless desserts. They ate, laughed, and shared caresses as their bodies expanded day by day.
The result of those weeks of indulgence was undeniable. Alex, who had started with a chubby body, had gained even more weight. His belly now spilled over the waistband of his pants, soft and rounded. His thighs rubbed against each other. And his naturally perky butt now projected with additional volume, making it very prominent. David, on the other hand, had begun his transformation with a more muscular body. But the constant intake of food and the temporary abandonment of the gym had added pounds in a distributed manner. His navel, deep as it was, got lost in a belly that was beginning to round out. His large nipples seemed more prominent under the soft fabric of his tight shirts, and his hips and thighs had acquired a layer of fat that gave him a more voluptuous contour. His butt, always firm, now had a softness that made it jiggle slightly when he moved.
It was a Sunday afternoon when they decided to face the results of their dedication. They looked at each other, their eyes full of complicity and desire, and headed to the scale. Alex went first.
“231 pounds,” David announced triumphantly. “You’ve gained another 22 pounds this vacation.”
Alex smiled, feeling pride and excitement. He stepped off the scale and gestured for David to take his place. David stepped up and waited for the numbers to stabilize.
“201 pounds,” read Alex. “You’ve gained almost 44 pounds. How is that possible?”
Without a word, they removed their underwear, which was uncomfortably tight around their waists and butts.
“I love how you look,” murmured David, approaching Alex and sliding a hand over his belly.
“And I love how you’ve gotten,” Alex responded, his hands running down David’s sides.
They celebrated with a kiss what they had created together and David led Alex to the bed.
“I’m going to give you all the pleasure you deserve,” David whispered. “Every pound you’ve gained is because of me, and that drives me crazy.”
His lips kissed Alex’s neck while his fingers played with his nipples. Alex moaned, his hands finding David’s nipples, pinching them gently and enjoying the reaction it provoked.
“And every pound you’ve gained is because of me,” Alex replied.
David smiled, embracing Alex, whose cock was hard and dripping.
“Let’s eat a bit more,” David suggested, reaching for a chocolate cake cut into generous slices that he had left on his desk the day before. “I want to watch you devour this while I fuck you.”
Alex turned around, his breath quickening with anticipation. As David slowly penetrated him, he began eating the slices, one after another, each bite filling him with both food and pleasure. His moans filled the room as David moved inside him, whispering, 'You’re so obese' and 'I love your fat ass.' Alex asked David to eat some cake too, and David obeyed. They finished the whole thing quickly. When they climaxed, David collapsed on Alex, both covered in crumbs.
“Let’s keep this up,” Alex murmured, his voice barely audible. “Let’s get even fatter.”
David nodded, kissing Alex’s forehead.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, waking Alex and David. They stretched in their beds, feeling the additional weight of their bodies after a holiday of indulgence. They looked at each other and laughed, knowing they would have to face the reality of their new sizes today.
“We should try on our school clothes before classes resume,” David said, getting out of bed. “I doubt anything other than a couple of big t-shirts and sweatpants will fit.”
Alex felt a mix of nervousness and excitement at the thought of how his clothes would fit his new curves. They started searching through their closets. David was the first to try on a shirt. It was one of his favorites, black, which used to fit him perfectly. Now, as he slid it over his torso, the fabric stretched noticeably over his belly, and his bulging nipples were more prominent than ever.
“It looks ridiculous on me,” David said, looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and then at Alex.
Alex couldn’t help but bite his lower lip at such a display of David’s weight gain.
“You look like a cow! Let me try,” he said, pulling out some stretchy jeans.
He pulled them up over his wide thighs with difficulty.
“Ugh! I can’t button them,” he commented, turning to see the fabric stretching dangerously over his hips.
David watched as Alex’s unbuttoned pants didn’t cover his butt, accentuating its new roundness.
“You’re the cow. Those seams are going to burst any moment,” David teased.
They continued trying on different clothes, laughing and making erotic comments. It was clear they needed new clothes.
They left their dorm dressed poorly and walked to the nearest store. Every step made their bodies move enticingly: their bellies jiggled slightly, and their butts swayed sensually.
They returned to their dorm having acquired several large pieces of clothing, including underwear, turned on by the sights in the changing rooms.
“Today, I realized how truly fat we are,” David said, touching Alex’s belly and feeling the softness under his fingers.
“I know,” Alex said, grabbing David’s tits.
The room filled with whispers, caresses, and moans, every movement a promise of pleasure.
The first day of classes after the holidays went by somewhat normally for Alex and David. They got up early, dressed in their new clothes, and attended classes. Everyone commented on how much weight they had gained over Christmas, but they just shrugged. After the morning classes, they headed to the cafeteria for lunch. Even though the food was healthy, they ate way too much.
They lay down in their beds back in their dorm room.
“Should we go back to the gym?” Alex asked, though without much conviction.
David looked at him and smiled.
“I’d rather order a pizza and keep enjoying this,” he said, slapping his own belly.
Alex laughed and nodded.
“That sounds better. But pizza? We just ate.”
They decided to play a little prank. They put on the smallest underwear they had, ones they hadn’t thrown away on purpose. The elastic waistband dug into their flesh and shamelessly showed their ass cracks.
“Let’s see the pizza guy's reaction,” David said, adjusting his underwear and admiring his reflection in the mirror.
Soon the doorbell rang. David opened the door, revealing his barely covered body in his briefs. Alex approached as well, both of them shamelessly showing off. The pizza guy stood there, mouth open, unable to avoid staring at their exposed roundness.
“Here... here’s your pizza,” he said in a trembling voice, handing over the boxes.
“Thanks,” Alex said, taking the pizza and turning around.
They burst into laughter as they closed the door.
“He looked at us like we were monsters!” David said.
“That was incredible!” Alex added.
They took off their underwear, sat on Alex’s bed, opened the box, and started devouring the pizza. Every bite was a mix of pleasure and lust.
“Look how fat you are,” David mumbled.
“And what about you? Fat pig,” Alex responded.
Desire grew between them, and as they continued chewing, they touched and masturbated each other. The insults about their obesity took them to new levels of excitement. They were trapped in a cycle of pleasure and fatness, and both knew there was no going back.
Final part
After months of classes, spring break, final exams, much indulgence, and endless sessions of pleasure, the school year was almost over. Alex and David woke up one morning feeling the weight of their bodies, the result of their voracious appetite and constant desire to gain weight.
David opened his eyes first, his hand brushing the expanse of his belly before getting out of bed. His body moved with noticeable effort. The lard on his abdomen spilled over in several folds. His large, dark nipples stood out on his soft chest, surrounded by a mass of flesh that jiggled with every movement. His arms, once firm and toned, were now thick and full. He looked down at his legs. His thighs had widened considerably, and his calves were filled with fat. The most unexpected change was his butt. His glutes had expanded enormously, each fat and rounded cheek bouncing slightly as he walked. His hips had also widened, giving him a more voluptuous shape.
“Alex, are you awake? Let’s weigh ourselves, fatso. It’s time,” David mumbled sleepily.
Alex got out of bed. His body wasn’t far behind in changes. His abs, once firm and defined, had disappeared under a thick layer of fat. His belly hung over the waistband of his XL briefs, creating a roundness that swayed with every movement. His nipples were also larger. As for his arms, they were surrounded by a layer of fat that gave them a soft appearance. His thighs had grown considerably, as had his calves, and his glutes, once firm and perky, were now even bigger and rounder than David’s, a tempting sight with every step he took.
They headed together to the scale. David stepped on first, watching the numbers rapidly rise until they stopped at 326 pounds.
“Holy crap! 326 pounds,” he said with a mix of amazement and excitement.
Then it was Alex’s turn. He stepped on the scale. The numbers climbed until they stopped at 313 pounds.
“313 pounds,” Alex said proudly and worriedly.
David approached Alex to caress his enormous butt, his hands sinking into the soft, overflowing flesh. He squeezed the cheeks lightly, making them jiggle like jelly. Alex's hands roamed David’s soft belly to feel every inch of fat. Then his fingers played with David’s salami-sized nipples, which instantly hardened. They looked at each other intensely. It had totally gotten out of hand. What would their families say when they saw them in the summer?
Hi all, please enjoy a brief five-part story I have been working on
~2000 words. It’s different from my usual style.
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‘Yeah, boy, just like that’, he said, coaxing you along.
You swallow as you feel the thick creamy substance flow down your throat and into your tummy. You wonder how many calories your new feeder will put inside you.
Throb. Your dick pulses as you feel a vibration around it.
He was tall, fit and slightly domineering – the perfect feeder in your eyes. You were nervous; you’d never been fed before. You were just shy slim twink, barely weighing in at sixty kilos. New to the gainer community but horny and desperate to explore your newfound kink.
You swallow again. Throb.
Was he a software engineering student? You couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter. You met online. He promised to make you fat. All you needed to do was let him and the machine he’d built do the work.
Another swallow. The ring around your cock tightens.
'Mmffth!’ you moan around the tube in your mouth.
Every time you swallowed the thick creamy liquid from the tube, the ring around your cock vibrated. Your devious feeder had connected them electronically.
You swallow. Pleasure rides up your cock. But you need more. So you guzzle down more cream. Swallowing again and again and again.
You’re so close now. Cock throbbing, a dribble of precum leaking down its side. You’re so full, and the cream takes up every inch of space inside you. But you need more. You haven’t cum yet.
You yelp in surprise as your feeder lifts up your legs by your ankles, planting his face between your smooth cheeks and running his tongue along your taint.
'Mnnnnnnfthhhhh!’ you lose control as you open your throat and allow the cream to flow into you. Your Adam’s apple bobs rapidly. The vibrations around your cock are constant now. The ring rolls up to the sensitive spot right below the head of your cock, and stays there.
You’re going to - oh fuck. You’re cumming!
Your wicked feeder laughs as he watches rope after rope of your cream splatter across your bloated cream-filled belly. You breathe heavily as your feeder slides his tongue across your cum-slick tummy.
'Same time next week?’ he asks.
*****
You step on the scale. 65kgs. The heaviest you’ve ever been. Five kilos in three short weeks. All thanks to your new feeder and his amazing machine.
He smacks your ass, watching the new layer of pudge jiggle.
'It’s a good start,’ he taunts, a devilish look in his eye. Your cock throbs in anticipation.
'But we’re just beginning’ he holds your gaze, looking down at you, eyes smouldering with lust, 'Get in’, he gestures to the machine.
You don’t need to be told twice. You’re an obedient boy.
He hinted last week that he had upgraded the machine but hadn’t told you what to expect. He puts a blindfold over your head and straps down your wrists and ankles to the side of the bed. You’re completely restrained and at your wicked feeder’s mercy.
He puts the tube in your mouth. You greedily suck on it, and the cream comes as expected. Of course, he won’t tell you what he puts in it. But it’s thick, delicious and creamy.
And you want more of it.
Your cock twitches at the thought.
A wet sensation hits your ass. His tongue? A finger? No. It’s smooth, metallic, and hard.
You gasp, and the tube slips from your mouth. Precious cream spills onto your chest. Briefly, you’re unsure and hesitant. Is this what you want?
'It’s okay, babe; I promise it will make you feel really good’, he tells you. He pats your softening tummy, pinching a little fat roll that’s begun to form around your belly button. That’s all the reassurance you need, and he places the tube back in your mouth.
You hungrily suck on the tube. The ring around your cock vibrates and strokes you in response. Then a new sensation - the metallic rod inside your ass conducts a slight electrical current. Right onto that pleasure spot inside you.You can’t help but make an animalistic moan around the tube in your mouth. You’re so distracted by the pleasure you briefly stop sucking again. But the moment you stop sucking, so do the vibrations on your cock and the electric tingling in your ass. You need more. You can’t let it stop. It feels so good. You open your throat to the cream and start chugging. You need more. You must have more.
You hear your feeder laugh as you start writhing around helplessly. You try to maneuver yourself to get the metallic rod deeper into your round ass, bucking your hips wildly to fuck yourself on it. You’re sucking down cream at a frantic pace.
Desperate. Horny. More. MORE.
Thick jets of cum explode from your cock. Your vision blackens and you thrash from side to side as intense pleasure wracks your body and mind. Your cum drenches your face and chest, your cream mixing with cream spilled from the tube.
Breathing heavily through your nose your mouth is still tightly wrapped around the tube. But you realize you could keep going. You still have room. You don’t know it - but you’ve already drunk more than in previous sessions.
Tentatively you suck a tiny bit more cream into your cream-filled belly.
You need more. More cream. More pleasure. Your cock twitches in response, ready to go again.
You can’t see him, but your feeder watches the show. He smirks to himself.
He has you right where he wants you.
*****
You strain your arms as you try and get the button on your pants to close, but your ass and thighs are too fat. You can’t win this battle.
You only bought them a month ago. They already don’t fit. You realize it doesn’t matter. You’re only going to seed your feeder today and you don’t need to wear pants with him.
Three months you’ve known your devious feeder. You’re 87kgs. None of your twink clothes fit. You catch yourself in the mirror. Your belly presses against your tight shirt. Your love handles balloon over your tight pants. Your ass and thighs. Round. Thick. Fat. You look like a very seriously overfed twink. More like a twub you correct yourself. Your cock throbs at sight.
What am I doing to myself?
Should I tell my feeder we should slow down?
But you don’t tell him to slow down. You get over to his place and you’re like putty in his hands. An obedient dough boy for him to play with.
He’s feeding you three times a week now. It’s all you look forward to.
'I have another toy I’d like to try with you’, your feeder smirks after the feeding session. You know that smirk. It means your waistline is going to get fatter. You’re excited.
The new toy is a sensor and an electrode. The sensor attaches to the roof of your mouth— the electrode is placed right over your prostate. They’re embedded and can’t be removed without his help.
'The sensor will detect the amount of sugar and fat in anything you’re eating; the electrode will go off correspondingly, pleasuring you’ he explains.
You say goodbye and head home while cradling your cream-filled belly.
You’re thirsty after all the cream, you grab some soda from the fridge and take a swig. Pleasure hits you as the electrode over your prostate tingles. You gasp.
More.
You start sucking down the bottle of empty calories. Even though your feeder drained three loads from you - You’re horny again. Your cock is throbbing with need. Your gut is already stuffed, but you don’t care. You fish out your cock and start pumping it whilst standing in front of the fridge. One hand holding the soda bottle and the other on your leaking cock. Pump and chug, pump and chug. But before you can cum you run out of soda, and the pleasure stops.
You swear in frustration, open a delivery app, and order two pizzas while desperately foraging for anything sweet and fattening in your fridge.
You need more. You can’t stop yourself and don’t even bother trying as you spend the rest of the evening jerking off and eating.
*****
You moan as your feeder slaps against your wide blubbery ass. Your whole body wobbles with each thrust as he grabs your hips and shakes.
Your feeder leans over and whispers in your ear, 'Not long until your belly touches the bed when I fuck you!’. He laughs as you moan in response.
'Please make it happen faster!’ you beg, 'I need more!’
'Such an impatient greedy piggy, you’ve already grown so much so fast, but you just can’t control yourself, can you?’
He isn’t wrong. Six months of gluttony have transformed you. Your gut is nearly grazing the bed as he fucks you while on your hands and knees. You’ve gained 60 kilos in 6 months. Most of that was in the past three. You’re double your previously lithe twink weight.
Some part in the back of your mind squeaks in protest. This is getting out of hand; you need to stop. You’re twice the weight you were six months ago!
But then his cock rams against your prostate. You feel your entire body jiggle with the force of each thrust rippling up your ass, love handles and belly.
You’re in heaven. How could you stop?
You suck on the tube in your mouth. Your ass and cock vibrate. You suck harder. Faster. More.
'So fucking fat’, your feeder cries out with lust, 'Can’t believe you were a twink six months ago!’ You feel his seed fill your ass. But you don’t stop chugging. He might be done, but you’re not yet. Who cares if you’ve already cum five times today. It’s the weekend; you don’t have anything better to do. Or is it? You can’t remember.
Your gut grazes against the bedsheets as you cum into your soft underbelly for the sixth time that day. Your feeder gets up to check the vat of fattening mixture you’ve been gorging on.
'Oh shit’, he says, a note of seriousness in his voice. You ask him what’s wrong.He looks at you nervously. 'Uh, I may have accidentally put the wrong brownies in the cream mix, it was uh…a weed brownie mix.’
For some reason, you’re not convinced it’s an accident. You’re a little annoyed.
An hour later, you’re ravenous from the munchies. You forget being annoyed. You need more.
'Feed me’, you beg your feeder.
'Only if you move in with me,’ he replies with that devilish glint in his eye.
*****
'More’ you demand.
It’s an obscene demand - To any outsider, at least. A young 260kilo blob of a boy lying back on a steel-reinforced bed. A metallic rod thrusting into is his ass, electrodes on his nipples and balls, a ring hidden by a massive gut, vibrating around his cock. A tube in his mouth connected to a vat of a highly fattening concoction laced with appetite stimulants, Viagra and weed.
You’re kept hungry, horny and spaced out. All you do is demand more fattening liquids to poured down your throat.
'MORE!’ you roar! Impatient. Needy. Hungry.
Your feeder rushes in. Surprised. You have already finished an entire gallon of fattening cream this morning.
'Hold on, babe, I’ll whip up another’, he responds dutifully.
'Hurry!’ You whimper. You might starve.
You reflect on how life has changed since moving in with your feeder. Six months living with your feeder – and a year of gaining has utterly remade you. You barely leave the bed. You don’t wear clothes anymore. You haven’t been outside in two months. You quit your job. Your feeder set up an onlyfans to pay for your food whilst thousands of people get off watching you get fatter every single day. You’re entirely dependent on your feeder. You’re his live in pig and you love every moment.
You look at the mirror he installed on the roof so you could see yourself. More fat than boy. Your thighs ripple with cellulite. Your arms are as big as a twink’s waist. You’ve always had a big ass, and now it spills out and is easily the widest part of your body. Your gut is enormous and laced with stretchmarks. It’s the body of a boy who lives in a state of pure hedonism. And you love your body.
Your feeder turned your horny twink libido against you. He plied you with so many treats and overloaded your body and mind with so much pleasure that nothing else could ever compare. The only thing that matters to you is getting more, and every kilo you add just brings more pleasure.
You know you should stop, but you’re having too much fun. Besides, you get to live a life of hedonistic pleasure with no responsibilities. With a man and his machines to take care of your every need. What more could a boy want?
You used to have “feeding sessions” - now you spend day and night with the tube in your mouth. Sucking down more calories at your leisure. Feeding and cumming.
This pattern repeated over and over, and over. It’s your mantra. It’s what you’ve been trained to do. It’s your addiction and your purpose.
You lean your head forward and get the tube back in your mouth and start sucking on it. But there’s only scraps of liquid. Like sucking the last vestiges of a milkshake through a straw.
You whimper and writhe on the bed with need. Hungry. More. Feeder, please more. Need more.
'It’s okay, piggy. I’ve got the next batch here for you’ your feeder enters the room with a massive bucket of fattening slop. He pours it into the machine.
You suck. And the cream flows down your throat. You’re relieved and wriggle your enormous body as pleasure flows through you.
'Such a good piggy’, he says, grabbing at the fattiest part of your gut and jiggling it.
You moan in pleasure as an orgasm soaks your fatpad from his touch and teasing. But you barely slow your pace of chugging. You need more.
A couple of hours, three orgasms and another bucket of fattening slop later. You wheeze out your siren call to your feeder.
'More’
Your feeder has you trained better than Pavlov’s dog, or rather, Pavlov’s pig - and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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"I want you to move up a weight class," Colton's coach said. "I know you've been playing at this weight for a while, but you have a big frame. You'll be even better with more meat on you."
"How big do you want me?" Colton asked.
Colton was a wrestler. 6'2'', 190 lbs, all of it muscle. His singlet hugged his lean body, highlighting every bit of definition. You could even guess the outline of his abs through the fabric.
"As big as you can? They removed the maximum weight limit a few years ago," Coach said. "Just bulk up as much as possible in the off season, we'll see how it works out after."
Colton nodded. This sounded fun.
"You'll probably have to kiss that eight-pack goodbye, but the extra muscle and all the heavyweight matches you'll be winning should more than make up for it," Coach laughed, slapping Colton's flat stomach.
Like any self respecting jock, Colton had a big appetite, but sticking to his wrestling weight meant he had to keep it under control. Every so often, Colton would overeat, whether it was wanting to impress his friends, having too much fun at a party, or just his stomach having the better of him, and he'd have to go on a brutal diet to cut back down.
This was, starting now, a thing of the past. After his meeting with Coach, Colton went to the nearest fast-food joint, and ordered 3 massive burgers from the get go. He knew he had the capacity, and now he could binge guilt-free.
Colton came back for a 4th. And a fifth. By then, his belly was bloated and stretching his shirt, making a gentle curve from under his pecs. That belly felt good, firm and heavy, a symbol of his newfound freedom.
"You sure about this?" Asked the vendor, as he ordered his 6th burger. Jocks overloading their bellies was a common occurrence, so some concern was natural.
"One hundred percent," he said, giving his bloated belly a good rub. It was starting to feel tight, but Colton knew there was room for at least one more.
Back at his flat, Colton took off his shirt, and checked out his gut. The six burgers had bloated him so much, it stuck out by a good 6 inches from under his pecs. His abs were still visible, making the belly look like a turtleshell.
This would be the last time Colton saw his abs, as he then opened his fridge, and continued his rampage. Chugging milk from the jug, eating an entire tub of grated carrots with the better part of a jar of mayo. Colton wasn't even sure of what some things were, he just ate them, and his belly stuck out even more. Not that he cared. He just wanted as much food as possible inside him.
Eventually, Colton got so bloated he had to lie down. His belly was a perfect ball now, his abs completely smoothed out by the tremendous volumes inside him. As if he'd been blown up like a balloon, except rather than air, it was solid, heavy food. His huge tank hurt, a bit, but it was a good pain. The kind you got after intense exercise, one that comes with a deep feeling of satisfaction.
Colton stayed on his bed for a while, feeling up his tank of a belly, enjoying the fullness. He could have stayed like that all evening, but was this really his limit? He no longer had to keep his appetite under control, he could experiment a bit, right?
Still flat on his back, the bloated jock grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and ordered a pizza. His guilty-pleasure pizza, large and with all his favorite toppings, the one he always ordered when he felt down, or wanted to treat himself.
Waiting for the pizza to come was a haze. Digestion was starting to heat up his belly, to make him feel sleepy. When the bell rang, getting up was harder than expected. His gut was so heavy, his abs were so stretched, his quads working so hard to bear his weight. His stomach like a wrecking ball inside him. Maybe this was too much ?
All doubt vanished when he opened the door and smelled his favorite pizza. Colton felt the delivery guy's gaze on his muscular body and massive belly, giving him an extra confidence boost. He was a jock, and he had the muscle and the gut to eat meals smaller guys could only dream of.
Colton brought the pizza back to his bed, and ate it flat on his back, watching his musclegut rise a little bit with each slice. His stomach had probably reached capacity a while back, the jock now eating by sheer force of will. Pizza being dragged into his monster stomach by muscle memory. The pressure inside his stomach, the weight of all that food, the stretch on his abs, the heat of digestion, it was all one big dream-like haze. It wasn't a new feeling, but the stretching felt like heaven. The jock passed out not long after the last slice, using what strength was left in his tired body to give his bloated belly one final rub. This offseason was going to be fun
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Colton woke up still bloated the next morning. He'd eaten so much even his rocket-speed metabolism hadn't been able to digest it all in one night. Weirdest of all, he was hungry. His belly didn't so much feel half full as it felt half empty.
Colton liked this. He made himself the biggest breakfast ever, and ate it all.
This became an everyday occurrence. Colton's belly was constantly bloated, and Colton was constantly eating. Each time his bloat went down a bit, he'd top it back up. And when his belly looked close to the limit, he'd force more food in the tank. He figured out a neat trick, if he rubbed the side of his belly with one finger after it got full, his stomach would be able to stretch a little more, allowing him to eat more.
Colton had no idea how fat he was or wasn't getting, or even what his weight was. He had to be constantly lugging a few dozens of pounds inside his gut, and it was so packed at all times he couldn't tell how much of it was muscle, fat, or just plain bloat.
All Colton knew is that he was indeed getting bigger, and was getting stronger. His arms were bigger, his pecs, his back, his legs, every muscle, actually, though with a big asterisk over his abs. Sure, people stared at him when he turned up at the gym looking pregnant, but their judgement turned to admiration when they saw how much he was lifting, or how much he could put away in just one meal.
*
The day before wrestling resumed, Colton checked himself out in the mirror. He looked so massive, so beefy, his big round gut looking great on his muscular frame. Colton picked up his singlet, unworn since the end of last season, looking forward to seeing what he'd be looking like for the next few months.
Putting it over his legs proved tough. Even his calves were tight, nevermind his massive quads. Colton painfully got it over his lower body, but when it reached his waist, the singlet blocked. Colton's enormous belly stuck out by about a foot over the girdle, so far out he didn't think he could pull the rest of it up without risking tearing the fabric.
Colton tried to suck in his belly. Tried, and failed. He could barely get it to stick out by a few inches less, and trying to suck it in any further made him feel he was about to throw up.
He stared at his reflection, his singlet hanging around his waist, his belly looking way too big. Maybe he'd taken the eating a bit too far?
Colton decided to fast for the rest of the day. He needed his bloat to go down to fit in his singlet, and anyway, it would be useful to know his actual weight. Never mind that he probably had enough food still in his system to hibernate a whole winter.
The rest of the evening was miserable. Somehow, the many pounds of food inside Colton's enormous belly weren't enough. He now needed to be permanently stuffed. The overbulked jock went out on a run, the first in a while, hoping it would speed up his metabolism and help his belly deflate faster, but it just made him hungrier. And after months of non-stop overeating, falling asleep on a stomach that wasn't stuffed to the limit proved tough.
Out of habit, Colton took a pack of pancakes to eat as he cooked a monster omelette, before remembering. He miserably put the food back in the cupboards, his huge stomach begging him not to.
Getting dressed for his first day back wrestling, Colton found almost everything in his wardrobe was still tight around his belly, even empty. The jock had always liked wearing clothes that highlighted his physique, and had carried the bloated gut as a point of pride all the off-season, but now he felt almost embarrassed. Maybe he'd gone too far, maybe the hunger was just putting him on edge. He settled on a baggy tank top, that was loose everywhere, but that made up by showing off his meaty arms.
Colton was driving to his wrestling practice when he snapped. He passed the same burger place he'd had his first cheat meal at. Remembered stuffing himself, how good it had tasted, how nice his belly had felt. And decided he was so hungry it was probably unsafe to drive.
"You sure about this?" The vendor said, as he ordered one burger. "Don't even want a second, big guy?"
Colton's orders had been progressively getting bigger over his offseason, so this was a sudden change. Still, a second wouldn't hurt?
Colton started eating, and this was the best a cheap burger had ever tasted. He could feel the life force coming back to him as he gorged, as the food flowed into his huge hungry belly. He ordered a 3rd burger, then a 4th, and kept eating more and more. He needed the food. It was a matter of life or death.
The jock returned to his car with his 8 burgers comfortably packed in his big round belly. He'd worry about his singlet when he got there. His belly felt so good. And he wasn't going to perform well if he was too hungry, right?
Stepping into the locker room, Colton noticed he was way bigger than the other wrestlers. Even bigger than he expected. Guys he used to think of as massive, he now outbulked. Some had trimmed down, others had beefed up, but no one had gained as much as Colton, and he wasn't the only one to notice.
"Wow Colt', look at those guns!" said a jock.
"Bro the other heavyweights won't stand a chance," said another, feeling up his biceps and triceps. Because of his loose tank top, his arms stood out the most. And yeah, they had grown a lot bigger.
Colton was more than happy to have all the guys playing withis his big arms. His bulk had been a success, after all. The tune changed, however, when Colton took off his shirt, revealing his massive belly.
"Bro, you got pregnant or what?"
"Damn dude, I know coach said bulk up but damn. It looks like you've done nothing but eat everyday until that belly is past its limit! That's some serious extra heft bro."
Other wrestlers stopped what they were doing, and came up to see Colton's new belly for themselves.
"I ate a lot at lunch time," Colton said, trying to defend himself.
"Yeah, and at breakfast, and at dinner, and a lot of snacking too, everyday. We can tell," one wrestler replied. Colton couldn't think of a come-back, the guy was right.
"Guys just how much do you think we can fit in here?" said one guy, passing a hand over Colton's big belly. "A gallon? Two gallons? Maybe even three gallons? It's really huge!"
The whole wrestling team was around him, playing with his belly, when Coach stepped into the locker rooms.
"You guys never seen a heavyweight wrestler, or what?"
The other jocks stepped back. Coach walked up to Colton, eyeing up his belly. Gave it a few slaps.
"They've got a point, though. This is one big belly," Coach said, giving it a few more pats. "Go get changed, son."
Colton blushed and acquiesced. As the other jocks walked out, Colton pulled his singlet out of his bag. He hadn't eaten that much, only eight burgers, and he'd fasted before, so he was probably going to fit, right?
As last night, it was tight around his legs, the fabric straining over his bulked quads. Getting it over his meaty butt was even harder. It hadn't grown as much as his belly, but he couldn't suck it in, meaning he had to force hard.
Then came the belly. Colton sucked it in as hard as he could, pulled the singlet up, and nothing happened. He just felt really tight around the places he'd already put it on.
Colton relaxed, took a few breaths. Looked at his huge round belly on his beefy frame. The extremely tight singlet around his quads. He checked out his backside in a mirror, it looked vacuum sealed. Still, if he could get it over his butt, he could get it over his belly, right?
The jock breathed out all the air in his lungs. Sucked his gut in so hard he almost felt one of the burgers come back up. The belly still stuck out by a few inches, but Colton could now slowly inch the singlet up over his paunch. By the time he'd gotten his arms through the holes, he'd been holding his breath for so long he was about to pass out.
Colton's singlet was back on, clinging tightly to every bit of his bulked body. So tight, it was as if it had been spray painted on him. His beefy pecs, his quads, and of course his big round belly, prominent even as he sucked it in. A big change from last season.
Pleased with himself, Colton relaxed, breathing normally once again.
crrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaack
Colton heard fabric tearing. He looked down, and saw his singlet completely torn, his bare belly sticking far out.
Trying my hand at writing some gainer fiction. Here’s the first part of a long story where a fit guy gets paid to gain weight.
Ex-Jock Side Hustle
CHAPTER 1/INTRO
Jamie looked down at the scale, peering over his bloated beer belly. “275,” he uttered out loud. “I did it, sir.” Jamie looked up at his silver-haired benefactor with a nervous smile.
“100 pounds gained this year, that was the deal,” Jamie continued. The man pats Jamie’s belly.
“You did good kid,” he finally answered, handing Jamie a small envelope. “But don’t act like this was just business. I know you loved every minute of it.”
“It’s a good gig,” Jamie replied. He opened the envelope, revealing the check made out for $100,000. “Maybe we could figure out a way to keep this going?” Jamie followed up.
“Oh, I got something in mind”
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(A little more than) ONE YEAR BEFORE
Jamie had just graduated from college, getting his bachelors degree in communications. He wasn’t passionate about communications - the major was recommended to him by his coach. Jamie was on the university’s track team, the star middle distance runner on a mediocre Division I team. He had a full scholarship and had some success winning conference titles and qualifying for national meets a few times.
However, because he was so busy with his track career, Jamie hadn’t started looking for jobs. He hadn’t done any internships or done any other extracurricular activities at school. In fact, the only thing that he could think to list on his resume (other than his athletic accomplishments) was his job at McDonalds when he was 18. That was four years ago and he hadn’t had a job since. His athletic scholarship paid for everything - tuition, housing, and a campus meal plan. Now, his bank account was running dangerously low. He had spent the last of his money paying the deposit for his new apartment in Boston.
“Worst case scenario, I start stripping over at that club over in South End,” Jamie joked to his new roommate.
Jamie had moved in with a friend from college, Charlie, who he had a lot in common with. Both Jamie and Charlie were gay, but there was never any sexual tension between them. Charlie exclusively dated much older men. Charlie was also too much of a twink for Jamie to be interested in him.
“I support it, you’d probably make bank at a gay strip club,” Charlie replied. And Jamie would. Jamie was ruggedly handsome. He had a sharp jawline and a toned physique. Jamie was just over 6’ and weighed 175 pounds. And he was lean. When Jamie wore his track kit, you could see his six pack through it. It seemed like all of the small amount of fat he had was located in his ass. Jamie’s ass was an enigma - firm, yet bouncy; plump, yet toned. All of this together made Jamie very easy on the eyes. He never had any issues finding a boyfriend, or a hookup, or what ever he wanted.
Jamie broke up with his situationship in the last week of college. The guy was a total meathead and outside of the sex, he was a total drag. Jamie always went for guys like this. Muscly and stupid. He’d bring all sorts of guys back to his dorm without any shame.
Yet, during his senior year, Jamie started having secret hookups. Jamie would find the chubbiest guys he could find on Grindr and sneak them into his room. He loved the way their asses jiggle when he topped them. He was aroused by the thought of keeping these sexual experiences secret. There was something about these fat guys that he couldn’t get enough of. His toned body against their soft bodies. They were so different - he would never be like them. He just enjoyed their bodies and when they left he’d go out and do his track workout. Even when he was done running competitively, he thought he would keep up his fitness regime.
Lately, Jamie’s workouts had gone from six days a week down to one or two. He was stressed out constantly looking for jobs. He hadn’t lost any real fitness, but felt like he was losing his edge.
“I’ll join you at the gym tomorrow,” Jamie yelled to Charlie. “I’ve got an interview on zoom for this marketing job. It’s in 15 minutes.”
“No worries, I can go by myself,” Charlie yelled back. Jamie heard the door shut.
The interview was uneventful. The position didn’t seem that desirable but Jamie put his best foot forward and acted enthusiastic about it.
He got a call the next week. The HR rep offered Jamie the job with a super low starting salary. Jamie didn’t have any other options so he agreed on the spot.
“Perfect! You can start next Monday. We’ll have a catered lunch so you can meet our team. The regional manager will be in town, so you’ll get the chance to meet him,” replied the rep.
CHAPTER 2: The Lunch
Jamie put on his nicest slacks and a light blue button-down shirt. The 30-34 pants were a little loose around his waist but with his belt, they really accentuated his large butt. He slept through his first alarm, but he didn’t want to be late for his first day, so he skipped his normal breakfast of yogurt and fruit. He grabbed his thermos filled with coffee and booked it out the door. Google Maps said that the office was a 25 minute walk from his apartment, but Jamie was a fast walker so he wasn’t too worried about being late. He felt his stomach growl as he walked through the building doors.
“Which way to Suite 118?” Jamie asked the woman at the front desk.
“Second door on your left.”
Jamie was welcomed by the office manager who got him set up at a desk. She informed him that they do a hybrid in-office/work from home system where you can just pick any desk when you come in.
“Nice,” Jamie thought. “I won’t have to walk here when the weather’s bad.”
“We’re doing lunch in the cafeteria at 2pm,”the office manager continued. “Half of the team went to a client meeting in New York, so we’ll have tons of food. We ordered subs. If there’s leftovers, feel free to take some home.”
Jamie spent the morning doing orientation trainings, but was constantly distracted by how hungry he was. He spent the minutes counting down the minutes until lunch.
Around 1:45, an attractive man walked by his desk to introduce himself. He looked like he was in his late 40s/early 50s but clearly took care of his body and appearance. He had salt-and pepper hair and wore a well-fitting suit that showed off his trim figure.
“Hi there, you must be Jamie. I’m Carl. I’m the Northeast Regional Manager. I usually work out of the New York office but I’m doing my rounds here today.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Jamie replied, shaking the man’s outreached hand. “I’m looking forward to working here.” Jamie’s stomach made a loud noise.
“I guess you’re also looking forward to lunch,” Carl replied with a laugh.
“Oh you have no idea,” Jamie chuckled. “I’m an early lunch kinda guy. Two pm is pushing it.
“Well, I think it might just be the two of us. The part of the team that was supposed to have lunch with us is doing a working lunch so they don’t miss their deadline. We can head over now.”
“Oh that’s too bad,” Jamie said. “About not getting to meet them today,” he clarified, not wanting to sound rude. “Let’s do it.”
After a few short introductions around the office, Jamie and Carl walk over to the cafeteria. On the table, there’s a whole platter of assorted subs; ham, turkey, roast beef. There’s also a plate of large chocolate chip cookies. Both were mostly full. They only had small dents in them, with a few quarters of the sandwiches taken by the rest of the office.
“Dang, that’s a ton of food,” said Jamie
“Yeah, whenever I’m in traveling I always have the office manager put in a big catering order, but the people in this office never seem to eat anything,” Carl replied.
Jamie grabs half of a 12’ ham sub and a cookie and puts in on his plate and goes to sit down.
“Come on Jamie, I know you’re hungry. Take as much as you want.”
Jamie smiles. “I didn’t want to be the guy who looks like a pig eating all the food on my first day. I just wanted to make sure that everyone else could come here and grab some.”
“This is all for us, seriously, have as much as you want.”
“Cool, cool,” Jamie replied, loading his plate with the other half and half of a roast beef sub.
Carl grabs half of a turkey sub and two bottles of coke. He hands one to Jamie and sits down across from him. Carl starts talking about the company’s goals and policies but Jamie is only half listening.
In a matter of minutes, Jamie has already finished his 12’ ham sub and starts working on his roast beef. He realizes that he has been gulping down the coke Carl had given him and he feels a strong urge to burp.
“Excuse me for a minute, I’m gonna head to the bathroom,” says Jamie. Once he closes the door, he relaxes his throat and lets out a huge belch.
“So much better,” he mutters out loud. All the trapped gas had been filling him up and now he felt almost as hungry as he was before lunch. He returns to the cafeteria to see Carl packing up the subs.
“Hey, if you don’t mind I’ll probably have some more,” says Jamie.
“Oh yeah, like I said eat as much as you want. Wouldn’t want these to go to waste.”
Jamie gets another full 12’ sub, 2 more cookies, and another coke and sits back down.
Carl keeps droning on about the company’s finances but slowly trails off. He becomes focused on Jamie wolfing down his second sub plus the other half he had left. Jamie is too busy focused on eating to notice that Carl had stopped talking.
“You can really pack it away,” Carl interrupts.
Jamie smiles shyly, embarrassed about the way he inhaled two and a half subs. He looks down and sees the buttons of his shirt straining to hold his engorged stomach.
“That’s a good thing,” Carl continued with a laugh. “It’s good to see an employee really take initiative,” he joked.
“You know what, I’ve kinda got this side business that I think you could get involved in. I know you’re not making much working here. You’re probably barely making enough to pay rent, the way the housing market has been lately.”
“Oh really, that would be awesome. What kind of business is it?” replied Jamie. “I don’t really have any hard skills or anything. I’m barely qualified to use excel.”
“I think you’ve got the chops for it. Honestly, I’m not allowed to talk about it in the office. Do you have a private number I could reach you at?”
Jamie put his number into Carl’s phone. Carl was right. Even after splitting rent with his roommate, living in Boston was too expensive for what he was making. A side hustle would be necessary and he didn’t want to have to wait tables or work at a department store after work.
“It’ll pay handsomely, but it’s kind of a strange job. But, after this lunch, I don’t think you’d have any trouble doing it,” Carl continued. “I’ll send you a message with the details soon. If you’re not interested just let me know and we can drop it. It’s a bit of a weird ask.”
Jamie was confused why Carl was being so secret about the job. Was he going to be selling drugs? Why was he qualified for it? He barely got a word in during the lunch between Carl droning on and plowing through a family-sized lunch.
“I’m pretty open. But seriously, I need the money,” Jamie responded. “And it was very nice meeting you.”
“I think I’ll be seeing more of you, Jamie,” Carl said with a wink. Carl got up and left the cafeteria to get back to work. Jamie let out another burp as soon as he thought Carl was out of earshot.
You lean back on your bed, desperate to relieve some of the pressure on your overextended gut. There’s a faint hint of sugar on your lips even though you finished the donuts hours ago. You groan a little before you even realize you’re doing it.
How many calories have you crammed into your greedy mouth tonight? The donuts alone were good for a few hundred at least. Then the burgers and fries really packed it on. And the shakes. You insisted on those. There was more, right? You lost track sometime after the pizza.
Looking down, it’s easy to see where each and every calorie ended up. You gently rub your hands along your overinflated gut — if you can even still call it a gut. That word doesn’t do it justice. Round, swollen, and firm to the touch. You’ve turned it into a taut balloon. You’ve packed it so tight you can practically feel new stretchmarks forming as it stretches to accommodate the meals you’ve put it through. You slowly circle your hands against your impossible mass before resting them on your soft underbelly. Somehow, it jiggles against your touch. Maybe you’re looking for a little relief, or maybe you’re just trying to help it hold all that food in. You’ve heard of ‘being a handful’, but this is ridiculous. Ten hands couldn’t keep you covered.
You could have stopped at any time, and yet you kept wanting more. It was easy swallowing those first few bites. Even the first hundred were fine. But you couldn’t control yourself, and you’re paying for it now. You’re stuffed so full you can’t even take a deep breath without feeling like you’re about to explode. Arching your back doesn’t help, but you do it anyway, looking for more space that your stomach doesn’t have.
Just as you start to relax again, from the doorway, you hear the words you knew were coming: “Who’s ready for dessert?”
It’s going to be a long night.
Old friends Max and Calum reunite after their freshman year, and they've each experienced new growth in their lives: for Max, this was a sexual awakening. For Calum, this was 30lbs and a beer gut! In this first part, the boys find misadventure and passion in the wilderness.
NSFW, ~4500 words
Max took a final inventory of the contents of his pack, double checking that all the essentials were there. Map, compass, knife, tent, Calum had the stove and pot, food... each item in the list was accounted for. With this, the pair of old friends was prepared to set off on their start-of-summer backpacking trip. Having just returned from their freshman year spent at opposite ends of the country, the boys were both elated to see one another, having already begun their catching up on the long car ride up to the mountains. As Calum set off in the lead with Max behind him, Max was reminded immediately that things had changed in both of their lives in the year that had elapsed. Calum had clearly put on the freshman 15+, having admittedly abused his unlimited meal plan, and as he plodded down the trail, the boy's tight basketball shorts gave Max a tantalizing view of all the extra pounds that had piled onto his thick ass, which was bouncing and wobbling as he walked.
This observation itself was indicative of the major change that Max had been facing, one that while fledgling was in the moment all too relevant. While Calum had courageously come out of the closet in their sophomore year of high school, no easy feat in their conservative hometown, until Max left for college he had thought he was straight... after discovering some new genres of porn and drunkenly hooking up with a man that year, well.... he wasn't sure what he was. All Max knew at this moment was that he could hardly take his eyes off his gay best friend's fattened ass. Averting his eyes, he did anything to distract himself, feeling perverted for looking at his friend... that way.
"Good." Replied Max.
It took about 30 minutes for Calum to slow to a stop and ask for a break. Desperately, Max did everything he could to avoid thinking about how his friend's slightly outgrown t-shirt was clinging to his sweaty belly.
"How ya feelin so far dude?" Asked Calum between swigs of water.
"You sure? You're usually really chatty when we hike but you haven't said anything yet."
Shit. He had definitely been... preoccupied. "Uh. Yeah sorry I've been preoccupied I guess. Just. Uh. Thinking."
What was intended to be a generic response that would placate Calum was instead vague and mysterious in a way that of course warranted further questioning.
"Thinking! Ah, well I am known for my love of thinking. Tell me, Max, what are you thinking about?"
Max gazed awkwardly into the distance, periodically glancing at his too-observant best friend. As they began walking again, ambling along the relatively flat but muddy trail, Max decided to share with honesty some of what was bugging him. Some.
"Well, I've just been thinking about how we've changed a lot since high school. Things are different now. Not a bad thing, the opposite probably.... just feels like we're growing up."
Calum spun around with a silly grin. "In my case, growing out!" He quipped, lifting his shirt and slapping his pudgy gut, which was also hairier than Max had remembered. Max flashed as casual of a smile as he could manage, but he felt his cock twitch in his compression shorts- luckily, even a full boner would be concealed in the tight undergarment. As they continued their trekking, Calum once again took notice to Max's silence and pressed further, without turning around to look at his friend, as he knew sometimes guys needed some space to talk about tough things.
"So... how have things changed for you, then?" Asked Calum.
"Well. A lot of things. But. Well. I mean." Max started and stopped as he tried to figure out what to say. Part of him wanted to confess right in that moment his sexuality crisis, but what would he even say? "Uh, I'm gay or maybe bi but mostly I just like dudes with fat bellies?" It was all too intangible and messy for him to share.
"I dunno. Just existential anxiety, I guess. You know what I mean?"
Calum chuckled softly. "I do."
The boys trekked in silence for some time, with a soundscape of birds, wind, and their heavy breathing guiding them through the deepening wilderness around them. Eventually, Max brought back up some lighthearted conversation topic, and the boys chatted amicably for quite awhile, eventually reaching their campsite. As seasoned campers, they set up camp quickly
Max then took out the map and decided to discuss their itinerary with Calum.
Having reached their campsite at the beautiful lake, they would spend the next two days hiking the mountains around them before hiking back out to complete their 4 day, 3 night trip. As Calum started to cook dinner, the boys chatted.
"So dude, any love life updates after freshman year?" Asked Calum.
Max's mind flashed with images of his very first time with a man, which had indeed happened that year. One night, he had obliged his gay roomate and gone with him to a local gay bar as his wingman. They succeeded, with his roomate eventually leaving with a young, hunky guy- but Max, at that point quite drunk, wanted another drink. Before he could even order anything, a huge, hairy man probably in his early thirties plopped next to him and called to the bartender, ordering himself a whisky neat and Max his drink of choice.
"Oh, hey, thanks man. But I'm straight, just so you know. I'll take that drink though, if you just want to sit and talk."
One thing led to another, and before he knew it he was getting sucked off in the alley behind the club. He even sucked the bear's cock, unable to resist shoving his face in the musky fat around the man's shaft.
"Uh.. no. Nothing to report, haha!" He said, forcing a laugh. "What about you? Meet any boys?"
Calum smiled as he stirred the pot of mac and cheese.
"No, not really. You know me, always studying!" This was true, Calum was quite the student.
"Plus, the 35 pounds i gained freshman year doesn't exactly help with the boys!" He said somewhat sheepishly, patting his tummy.
35 pounds?! Max felt his heart in his throat as he tried to stay calm. "I dunno man, I still think you look great!" He managed with a smile.
Calum rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Dinner's ready!"
The boys chowed down and continued talking as old friends do. Max was tantalized watching Calum eat: despite the boy's admonishment towards his own weight gain, he ate with gusto, and Calum was already finishing his third bowl of mac and cheese when Max was just getting his second!
Soon, dark fell, and the boys crawled into their tent, tired from the long day of driving and hiking. As Calum laid in bed, he heard Max falling asleep, his breathing getting deeper and more rhythmic. While happy to be with his old friend, Calum couldn't help the aching in his heart that had began once again, the longstanding unrequited love he had for his straight best friend welling up inside of him. While he had trouble sleeping at first, Calum drifted off eventually by, rather than counting sheep, holding the slumbering figure of his favorite boy in his mind.
Calum gratefully threw off his day pack as he fought to catch his breath atop their first peak of the day. His freshman 30 certainly had not made hiking easier, he had learned, as the boys started the loop on the east side of the lake, traveling counterclockwise.
"Man, look at this view!" Admired Max. He turned towards Calum, beaming at his friend, and Calum couldn't help but smile back.
"First peak down, 2 to go!"
As the boys continued their journey, some clouds moved in. They made decent time, and before long it seemed they were already on their descent. As Max lead the way, Calum started to get uneasy- he hadn't seen a trail marker in quite some time, and it hardly seemed like they were on a trail at all! His concern suddenly heightened quite dramatically as the afternoon sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds- from behind them.
"We have two options. If we can find the trail again, we can go up and over the mountain."
"Max, where are we?"
The boys stopped and turned towards one another.
"Uh, I think we're just a little off trail, no worries."
"Have you noticed the sun is not where it should be?"
Max's face dropped as he put together that the sun being over the mountain meant they had taken the wrong trail down from the summit. Quickly, Calum went into problem-solving mode. He took out his phone- damn, battery only 10%. Luckily, even without service, there was still available GPS, and he quickly figured out that, indeed, they had gone down the east side of the mountain, and lost the trail at that.
Max groaned at this suggestion, having just spent the better part of 3 hours hiking downhill.
"Alternatively, we bushwhack back around to the lake. It shouldn't be too difficult..."
"Uh.. my phone is dead too." Admitted Max sheepishly. Of course, Calum reasoned, as Max had been playing music all morning.
Knowing his dying phone battery would be a problem, Calum took out his pocket notebook and pen, and started jotting down rough compass bearings and landmarks. He had just completed the rough outline of the route when his phone died.
"OK. So I have the bearings for the bushwhack route, but its pretty long. It might be better just to head back up and over. What's your battery at? I would need to look at the GPS again."
Carefully, the boys began navigating back to the lake, following Calum's rough but skillfully constructed directions. It was getting to be twilight when they finally reached a major landmark, a creek which ran down the north slope of the mountain.
Calum sighed, tired and anxious.
"Well, looks like we're going around the mountain."
"Hey, since its getting dark, let's get our headlamps out."
As the boys dug in their bags, casually at first and then frantically, it soon became clear neither had remembered to put a headlamp or even a flashlight in their day pack. Max sat on the creek bank dejected.
Max jumped to his feet. With only the nessecery amount of communication, the friends constructed a lean-to shelter, insulated with dry leaves and padded on the bottom with soft boughs of pine. As night fell, Calum filled their bottles in the brook- luckily, they had remembered their water purification- and distributed the last two granola bars of their stash. Scarfing down the meager snack, the boys were left tired and hungry.
"So, uh, Max, I assume you forgot a headlamp too?"
"Not even a flashlight."
Calum took a deep breath, springing back into problem solving mode.
"We can continue in the morning. We should be almost to the trails. In the meantime, before it gets too dark to see, we need to build a shelter. A lean to over there," he pointed to a large Boulder adjacent to the brook, "should suffice, I dont think its going to rain but I want shelter anyway. It'll be a cold night."
"Let's bundle up now, get in the shelter. Nothing more to do out here in the dark."
The boys put on every layer of clothing they had, including rain jackets, and unwrapped the emergency thermal blanket. After a few minutes of awkward adjustments, they managed to cocoon themselves together in the emergency blanket and dried leaves inside their shelter, with Max as the big spoon and Calum as the little spoon. It was now that the anxiety hit Calum. While completing tasks gave him a sense of doing something, he knew the best thing to do at the moment was to huddle together and stay warm. There, lying with thoughts about hypothermia and being mauled by a bear, he started to have a panic attack. As they often went for Calum, he was soon hyperventilating.
Calum mumbled something in response and sniffled, revealing to Max that his friend was crying. Thinking back to how he had previously helped Calum during such episodes, Max started to reminisce aloud about their childhood escapades.
As they snuggled up together, Max sensed that Calum was anxious- he didn't realize how acute this anxiety was, however, until he heard his friend start to hyperventilate. Max squeezed his body tight into Calum's and spoke gently into his friend's ear.
"Hey. Hey. We're totally safe. You hear me? Worst case scenario, we're a little uncomfortable. We have enough protection to keep warm, and we have nothing that a bear would even care about."
"Hey. Remember how we used to build shelters just like this one in the woods behind my house? Its a good thing we did, because this thing is pretty expertly built if I do say so myself!"
This managed to illicit a giggle from Calum, to Max's relief. For an hour, maybe three, the boys took turns recalling favorite memories from growing up. Slowly, the duration between their responses grew, until both boys were sound asleep.
Calum awoke with a start, remembering his survival situation. He was relieved to see the early morning sun illuminating the forest around them. Having made it though the night, he felt a large weight lifted from his shoulders. Max had been so good to him last night-theres no way he could have fallen asleep without Max's comforting. It was at this point that Calum realized that the sleeping Max was holding on tightly to him, with his friend having slipped his hand inside his shirt onto his belly. Calum smiled and let himself melt back into the boy. This intimate gesture made him feel comforted, just as he had been the night before. As Calum woke fully, he realized that Max also had a boner! Morning wood was nothing to be ashamed of, but it was pressed into Calum's ass! He started to get hard himself, laying as still as possible so as not to break up the heavenly position.
As far as Calum knew, this would be the closest he would ever get to actually taking Max's cock.
Eventually, Calum couldn't help but sneeze from the dusty confinement of the shelter. Rolling off of him, Max sat up and gave him a drowsy smile.
"'Mornin Cal."
It didn't take long for the boys to get moving again, both feeling hungry and anxious for the relative safety of their campsite. Thankfully, the forest at this elevation was easy to walk through, with little of the brushy undergrowth that dominated other parts of this wilderness. It was about noon when the boys stumbled back onto the trail. They almost missed it, but Max had been scanning for markers and luckily they caught the path. Max whooped and hollered, pouncing on Calum and embracing his friend. By their estimate, they were east of the fork in the trail which would lead them back to the lake. Indeed, only about 20 minutes of walking led them to this fork. The home stretch blurred by as the boys practically ran down the trail. Max again shouted with glee when he finally spotted their neon yellow tent on the shore of the lake. They stumbled into their camp, both boys filled with relief.
"First things first," asserted Max, "food!"
The boys began with GORP and peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches, with Max eating 2 and Calum 3 before they each ate one of the pair of apples they had in their food supply. With their urgent hunger abated, Max had an idea.
"Dude, I brought weed, remember?" Calum nodded eagerly; one thing the boys shared was their love of Mary Jane.
"So, let's smoke! Maybe smoke before cooking a real meal?"
"Bro." Began Max, coughing on an exhale and passing the joint to Calum. "We legit just slept in the dirt last night! What the fuck!" Both boys laughed at the absurdity of their misadventure.
"Dude that sounds so perfect right now."
Max retrieved the joint he had rolled for the hike and his lighter. He sparked up, and the boys passed it back and forth a few times in silence. As the weed hit them, the mood lifted: they were here, safe at their camp.
"Hey, thanks for comforting me last night. You actually made me feel a lot better."
"Dude, you made ME feel better! Calming you down was the only thing keeping me calm!"
As Max finished off the joint and ashed it in the dirt, he laid down and gazed up at the sky. He glanced over at Calum, who definitely looked stoned as hell, and the boys smiled at one another.
"What- really?"
"Yeah!"
"Hey dude, can you turn my phone on and play some music? Should have enough charge from the portable charger by now."
Calum obliged this request and turned the phone on. He went into the recent apps to find Max's music app of choice, but he accidentally clicked on the notes app. Knowing this was where Max kept his private journal, he was about to exit, but he stopped when he read his own name. Quickly he scanned the contents of the page.
I can't believe how sexy Calum has gotten, that freshman 15 treated him well! I wish I could feed him and fuck his fat ass. Damn, I would love to see him get even fatter!
Quickly, Calum closed the tab and switched to the music app, almost dropping the phone in his suddenly trembling hands. Putting on the "chill" playlist and lying down, Calum's thoughts raced, and he found himself becoming rock hard. Of course, Max had a fat fetish. That made sense, just based on having grown up with his best friend and observed him over the years. But he was into boys? And he was into HIM? That was a shocker.
As Calum gazed up into the canopy, he reasoned through his own feelings on the matter. He didn't particularly mind his own pudge, the main reason he didn't like it was that most boys wanted some combination of skinny and muscular. Somehow, Max's love of his weight gain didn't feel fetishizing to him... Calum loved to eat! And if Max loved the side effects... his cock throbbed as he replayed the line in his head I would love to fuck his fat ass. Suddenly, Calum saw his weight as being quite erotic. If being fat would lure his lifelong crush to him, Calum would be the fattest! He accepted long ago that he loved Max, loved him so much that he would do anything for him. Now that he actually had to opportunity, his mind raced with ways to seduce his best friend.
"I'm hungry!" He announced, sitting up. While not entirely true, he needed to get his gut completely stuffed for Max. "Can I cook us our chicken and rice?"
"Go right ahead!" Encouraged Max. "I could eat."
As Calum cooked their meal in the afternoon light, a plan formed in his mind. He was desperate for Max to confess his feelings. Well, is it desperation if the boy in question is your best friend? The philisophical oddity of his predicament caused Calum's high mind to spin. Thankfully, Max started talking about some thing or another, and it managed to distract him while he finished their food.
Max kept talking as they began to eat, but Calum shoveled the food into his mouth with a purpose.
"Whoa dude," Max teased as Calum filled his third bowl, "hungry much?"
"I'm fucking starving!" Replied Calum eagerly. While his stomach was already full, the statement was true in another way.
Max watched with horny awe as his best friend, without exaggeration, made a pig of himself. Max was pretty full after his second bowl, but Calum kept eating. Mouth still full, he asked "can I finish this?" Gesturing to the half-serving left in the pot. Max nodded eagerly, and watched as his friend devoured the rest of the food. Calum was, by the end of the meal, moaning and clutching his stuffed gut, and to cool himself down Max offered to do the dishes while Calum relaxed and digested.
"So, uh, do you know what you're doing the rest of the summer?" He asked, scrubbing the pot.
"Dude," Calum said, turning to Max with a serious look on his face, "let's go skinny dipping!"
"I-urrp- probably just will be at home." This news was actually fantastic for Max, who had badly missed his best friend in their year apart.
"Oh yeah? Me too man, we can hang out for the rest of the summer!"
After finishing the dishes, Max decided to smoke again, and the boys toked up as they recounted their wildest tales of freshman year. After finishing their second joint of the day, both boys were properly blazed, and ended up laughing at just about everything.
Max's heart leapt at this suggestion, but he managed to croak out an affirmative response. Without wasting any time, Calum rose to his feet clumsily and strode to the water's edge, beginning to strip. Once in only his underwear, he turned to Max and asked "coming, stud?" In a voice that made both boys crack up once again. Max averted his eyes from Calum's nude body as the boys waded into the water, looking instead at the mountain scenery.
Calum broke the silence by slapping his gut. "Dude, look at how fucking fat I'm getting!" Max couldn't help but oblige, gazing for a moment at Calum, but he found he couldn't look away.
His best friend's body was fully on display. After having eaten the massive amount of food he had- Max still wasn't sure how Calum put that much away- his belly was distended outwards, almost resembling a baskefball, rounded with the 30 pounds he had gained and the massive meal they had eaten. His chest was soft and squishy looking, with his nipples looking puffy with the added weight. While Calum had been nearly hairless when they had been in high-school, his tan torso, amber in the evening light, was now covered in a decent smattering of dark hair. Max was escpecially enticed by the sexy happy trail which traveled down the curve of his gut to his thick, bushy pubes. And his cock- this was the most surprising thing, what made Max unable to look away: Calum's thick cock was fully erect; average length but thick, and curved slightly upwards as it stood at attention.
Max had never seen Calum fully nude for this long, certainly not while he was hard! As Max surveyed his fantasy come to life, his own dick started to swell. Calum finally broke the silence.
"Do you like it? My body?"
Max was unable to maintain any facade of being straight or not wanting to fuck his best friend. He simply nodded. As Calum waded towards him in the thigh-deep water, Max found himself paralyzed by shock and arousal. Taking ahold of his hand, Calum placed it gently on his bloated beer gut, before taking Max's now fully hard 7" cock in his hand. Gently stroking him, he planted a wet, horny kiss on Max's mouth. They began passionately making out, with Max squeezing Calum's round little gut and Calum stroking Max's large member. As they eventually pulled away, Calum spoke again.
"Do you know how long I've loved you, Max? In every way. Your body, your brain- all of you. So, do you know what I thought when I read that you wanted to make me fatter?
Fuck! Had he left his notes app open?
"W-what?" Asked Max, suddenly afraid that this was some sort of trap.
"I thought, 'I want to get so fucking fat for Max.'"
Max couldn't help but gently gasp, his body and mind filled with pleasure as he heard his name spoken in this way.
"Do you mean that, Calum?"
"I want it so badly. But do you know what I need right now?"
Max shook his head, uncertain of where this was headed. In a lower, sultry tone, Calum sealed the deal.
"I need you to take me into our tent and fuck my fat ass. Hard."
Without further discussion the boys practically ran out of the water, hand in hand. Quickly they used their dirtied shirts to dry off and clambered into the tent. When Max entered, he found Calum was already ass-up waiting for him. The boy's ass really had gotten fat. While his torso was thick, his booty was round and dimpled with fat. Max slapped it and watched the ripples travel up his soon to be lover's pudgy body. Unable to help himself, he gathered as much spit as he could and used it to wet Calum's hole, fingering him until he began gently moaning and opening up.
With that, Max spat again on Calum's hole and slid his large member inside. The boy was surprisingly loose already, and as Max thrusted in and out with gradually increasing speed he felt Calum's body accept him in more and more. With each thrust, a ripple traveled up his jiggly ass through his pudgy torso.
"Are you ready?"
"Fuck me, please!"
"Hold on. I want you to ride me."
The boys swapped positions, Max getting on his back, and Calum sitting down onto his dick. Calum's own shorter but thick cock was throbbing, and as the chubby boy began riding him he stroked himself in ecstasy. As he bounced up and down, his fattened body jiggled in a way that made Max feral. Slapping the boy's fat ass, he thrusted into him, fucking him hard until he couldn't keep his moans quiet anymore.
"I fucking love you Calum. And you're going to get so fucking fat for me. Will you be my fat piggy boy?"
"Yes," he moaned in response.
"Say it!"
"I- fuck- I'm your fat piggy boy! Fuck I'm coming-"
This was all Max needed to hear. As Calum shot a heavy load all over his torso, Max felt a powerful orgasm building. Even as Calum's cum stopped, Max was in the throes of a prolonged pre-cum orgasm. Gripping the boy's fat booty, he pounded his cock into his ass as he finally began shooting his heavy load inside, waves of ecstasy coursing through his body. After what felt like ages, he was finally spent. Letting Calum slide off of him, the boys collapsed into one another in a sticky, sweaty mess.
They fell asleep that night in their naked embrace, holding on tightly to one another in deep, satisfied slumber.
DAMN! Hard to believe this is only an 8 month difference. Not sure if these outfits are appropriate for being out in public anymore 😳😅 Excited to film a full ‘trying on clothes’ video for our Patreon this weekend! Which will also include extended content for the top two tiers!😈😏
“I decided to gain shortly after finding out my boyfriend was into it. Was being nosey one night and went through his Instagram DM’s and found messages about gaining, long story short, he told me about it and the whole gaining process and why he was into it and the more I learned about it the more it turned me on. So in November of 2020 decided to join him on the gaining/bulking and very quickly surpassed him! His (Libra’s/blonde guy)starting weight was 165lbs in July 2020 and his CW is 206lbs. My SW was 180lbs in November and my CW is 220lbs! Even thought it will probably change, our current goal weights are 230lbs, I plan on slowing down a bit since I’m nearing that, and putting focus into helping Libra pack on the pounds for a couple months!” @thic-as-thieves
Josh shook his head, realising that the lighting wasn’t quite right. He lowered the lamp and tensed his firm, muscular body, admiring how the shadows emphasised all of his hard work. He smiled at himself in the mirror and lifted his cell phone for a selfie. Click. That was great! How many more followers would he have after posting this one later on?
Ever since Josh had been young, he’d wanted to know what it was like to be large and powerful. He’d sprouted like a beanpole as a kid, ending high school as that long, lanky guy who looked like a strong gust of wind would blow him over. That was when he started weight training, building his muscles and working out as often as he could. It had worked too. Now at the age of twenty-two, he finally had a body he was very, very proud of. He had spent the entire summer with his shirt off as often as possible. He wanted everyone to see those lean abs and pumped pecs he had trained so hard for. But now the temperature was cooling and, even with an impressive body underneath, it was hard to tell just how ripped Josh was with a thick winter jumper on. Maybe that was why he dropped the ball. Most guys into body building had an off-season during the winter and Josh was determined not to worry about it so much. He enjoyed his food over the holidays and even came to look a little better in his clothes, carrying a little more mass on his frame. But as January arrived, Josh gasped as he stood on the scales.
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