Jake was trying to breathe slowly and control himself as he thrusted in and out of the 450lb lardass leaning over the table and bracing for him. Each movement sent ripples of blubber across the guy’s back and the sheer width of his butt was arousing Jake to the point that he was close to losing control. They’d spoken to this fatty online several times before tonight. Both of them had seen pictures of the progression: from a chubby dad-bod, into the impressively super-sized specimen he was today; Paul was a feeder’s dream.
Jake looked up, seeing his handsome roommate having fun with Paul at the other end, feeding him doughnuts and pushing them further into his mouth with his concrete dick. “Come on, Piggy…” he teased. “Chew and swallow!”
Jake grinned at the sight, despite knowing that Matty was going to have to take it easy. Between the pair of them, they had stuffed Paul hard that night already. Even for a 450lb hog, they’d coaxed an insane amount of food into him. The last thing they wanted was to overdo it now.
Paul was in his element, leaning his big butt into Jake so that he could be fucked even deeper. He’d had many feeders over the last few years, but never two at the same time, and never such handsome, athletic guys. Jake and Matty had met in the gym over four years ago and only came to realise their shared interest when they had both been trying to flirt with the same stout-bellied chub who had rocked up for a few weeks one January. Since then, they’d taken an apartment together, trained each other up to their peak fitness and marketed themselves as the ultimate feeder duo. The complete contrast between their own impressively muscular, lean physiques, and these blubbery guys, never failing to make them both climax spectacularly.
“I thought he was going to throw up at one point,” Jake chuckled as he drove them both back home that evening.
“Don’t worry!” Matty laughed. “I had it all under control. You’re too lenient on them.”
“Oh, you think so, huh?” Jake grinned, always enjoying the ‘good cop, bad cop’ dynamic they had when feeding together. “His tits were so much bigger than I was expecting!”
“Even better than Will’s?” Jake asked, remembering the chub they’d stuffed last weekend.
“Paul’s tits are softer,” Matty shot back, as if that answered the question completely. “I said we’d go back and fuck him again when he hits five hundred.”
Jake laughed at that. Matty was so straight talking, almost cold, with the guys they played with. He didn’t just expect them to eat for him on the night; he wanted them to keep on growing for years afterwards, in the hope that he would return to see them one day. “You’re such a kinky bastard!” Jake smiled, taking a sideways glance at his roommate. “I just love the way your mind works.”
“Well, I know how to get a fatty to eat, that’s for sure,” Matty smirked. “But as my mother constantly reminds me, I’m not exactly marriage-material!” He sat up in his chair a little more, spotting a gas station up ahead. “Could you pull over here?” he asked, explaining that he needed to grab a drink. “Do you want anything?” he added, already releasing his seatbelt.
“I’m good, thanks,” Jake replied, pulling into the forecourt and stopping the car. It was such a chilly night, he was hopeful that this would be the last stop they would have to make before getting back.
Jake watched it all happen in absolute horror. Out Matty strutted from the car, making his way towards the door when, all of a sudden, his feet slipped from underneath him. A large, unseen glazing of ice had covered the small area he was walking across. Then, there was a great crack as Matty’s head hit the floor.
When Matty came to, he’d seemed dazed, but otherwise fine. The ambulance had arrived in good time and, although he was confused, Matty seemed like he was taking it all in his stride as his neck was braced and he was loaded into the back of the ambulance.
Jake didn’t see much of Matty after that night. Things had gone downhill rapidly. There had been many days in the hospital and, after the retrograde amnesia diagnosis, Matty’s family had obviously wanted to take over things. Matty had returned to his childhood home as his family desperately tried to jog his memory with photo albums and tales from long ago. Jake stayed in good contact with the family, realising, as time went on, that Matty wasn’t actually making any progress at all. He was still just as clueless about his past as he had been the morning after the accident three months ago.
Jake tried to fix the apartment up and make it nice for when his roommate returned. He quite agreed that it was time for Matty to start living his own life again, with or without his memories. He knew it wouldn’t be the same anymore. Whilst Matty had known his name and a few other details, he had no comprehension of anything else about his life, nor the person he had been. Jake was now nothing more than a stranger.
“So…” Jake began, sitting down in the lounge area, wondering what to say that first evening back together. “Is there anything you’d like to do tonight?”
Matty shrugged.
“How about we head to the gym for a workout?” Jake asked, knowing that Matty wouldn’t have been able to follow his usual training routine whilst staying with his parents. Hell, he didn’t even know about his usual training routine!
“No, I’m good, thanks,” Matty simply replied.
Jake frowned. Didn’t Matty know that he wasn’t looking as jacked as he usually did right now? He’d lost some of his muscular bulk in his shoulders and his waist definitely wasn’t as lean as it could be.
Matty’s cell phone buzzed and the guy grinned as he lifted it and read the message.
“Who’s that?” Jake asked curiously, always knowing when Matty was chatting to some guy he was into.
“It’s someone I met a few weeks ago,” Matty replied. “His folks live on the same street as my parents.”
Jake’s eyes widened and he suddenly burst out laughing. “Your parents finally managed to set you up with Boring Ben?” The thought was almost too funny to imagine.
“What? How do you know Ben?” Matty shot back indignantly. “He’s not boring! He’s sweet.”
“I can’t believe your parents finally did it! Your mom’s been trying to push Boring Ben on you for years! She’s as cunning as a fox, that one!”
“He’s not ‘Boring Ben!’” Matty scowled.
“I didn’t make up the name. You did!” Jake fired back, still unable to stop himself from laughing. “I’ve never even met the guy! Dentists aren’t usually known for being the life and soul of the party though.”
“He’s really cute,” Matty tried, showing a picture on his cell phone.
Jake had to bite his tongue. Was Matty really saving this guy’s image as his screensaver? It was almost too tragic for words. “I’m not denying he’s good looking,” he replied. “He’s just not your usual type.”
“And what is my usual type?” Matty demanded sceptically, clearly offended now that Jake claimed to understand him better than he understood himself. It was a frustration so many people probably elicited in him these days, given that he knew so little about what he had been like before the accident.
Jake hesitated. It was perhaps a little early to be bringing up their shared kinks; the fact that they had both seen each other ejaculate more times than most other roommates was something that could definitely wait for another day. “You just tend to go for guys with a little more… presence,” he finally answered with a smirk.
Unbeknownst to Jake, this new Matty was a lot more sensitive. He seemed truly incapable of taking Jake’s teasing in his stride, getting up and retreating in a huff back to his bedroom and not emerging again for the rest of the night.
Things with Matty didn’t improve. They no longer understood each other. Jake had anticipated that Matty wouldn’t know anything about him, but he hadn’t expected that Matty would return as such a startlingly different person. Things that would have made Matty laugh before, now made him bristle with annoyance. Likewise, Matty’s sense of humor was all off. He’d somehow taken on the personality of Boring Ben, making dad jokes and quips about dental hygiene that he’d obviously picked up from the guy who came over at least a couple of times a week.
“What the hell are these?” asked Matty, holding up a pair of supersized underwear with the end of the mop handle and holding them outwards, as far away from himself as possible. With a hand holding his nose, Matty couldn’t have looked more disgusted by them if he had tried.
Jake raised an eyebrow. “Where did you find those?” he laughed, pulling them off the handle and trying to think which fatty they’d invited here who could have left without his underwear.
Matty seemed horrified to witness Jake holding the dirty underwear in his bare hands. “They were in the bathroom, tucked behind the cupboard.”
Nodding, Jake knew that made perfect sense. They were Fat Rob’s underwear, thrown carelessly over their shoulders when the three of them had soaped the big boy up in the shower before feeding him like a hog. That must have been at least six months ago now. He really should clean behind that cupboard more!
It was clear that Matty was still waiting for an answer, as if some deep offense had been caused that needed to be immediately rectified. “They belong to an ex,” Jake simplified, throwing the underwear into his own bedroom where they could cause no further offense.
“An ex?” Matty asked; his eyes bulging with shock. “You’ve got to be joking!”
Jake rolled his eyes, mourning the loss of old Matty every single day. How horrified would this version of him be to learn that he’d fucked Fat Rob’s giant butt just as hard as Jake had? Keeping that to himself wasn’t easy. There were moments when Jake wanted to destroy Matty’s perfect vision of his past self: the handsome doctor, the loyal son, the smartest guy in the room. Matty believed he had been everything his parents had told him he was. He had no idea that Jake knew the real version of him better than anyone else.
“Not everyone wants to date a 150lb dentist,” Jake grumpily shot back. He could see the disgust in Matty’s face. Then he sighed, returning to his bedroom where Matty couldn’t judge him any further.
A few weeks later, Jake listened out in his bedroom until he heard that Boring Ben was leaving. What had started as apathy had become a deep dislike. Seeing so much of Ben reflected in Matty’s behaviour made it difficult not to hold the guy personally responsible for the devolution of the person Jake had got on best with in the entire world. Ben was so straight-laced and dull. And now, unbleievably, so was Matty.
“Come on!” Jake called out to Matty, throwing his workout bag onto the kitchen counter. “You’re coming with me to the gym. Six months off is more than enough. It’s time we started building you back up.”
Jake had meant it as an olive branch. Voluntarily spending time with Matty wasn’t his favourite thing to do. In the three months since Matty had moved back in, Jake had witnessed the guy’s muscle mass further deplete. Softness had begun to gather in his core and his butt was losing that muscular strength to resemble glutes that were a lot more doughy. He owed it to the old Matty to get him back in shape.
“No, thanks,” Matty simply replied, biting into a piece of buttery toast and making his way to the couch to watch some trash TV.
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” Jake tried assertively.
“Yes you are!” Matty replied coldly. “I have no intention of working out today.”
Jake sighed and rolled his eyes. This guy was so stubborn, he wanted to strangle him. “You can’t sit on your ass all day.”
“What else am I meant to do?” Matty shot back irritably. “I can’t work. My medical license has been indefinitely suspended, and I’ve got this compensation lawsuit to prepare for.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Jake asked, still hopeful that he could show Matty how ridiculous he was being. “I thought your lawyer was sorting all that out for you?”
“She is,” Matty nodded. “But she still thinks I’ll get more if I claim I’ve got depression as well. I can evidence how active I was before, compared to now.”
“So you’re just going to sit on your ass, getting fat and lazy in the hope that you’ll get a few extra grand?” Jake blasted back. He didn’t care that he was being rude, he poked a finger into Matty’s core, trying to show him how unconditioned he was. “The old you would be horrified!”
“And who asked for your opinion?” Matty growled back angrily. “Just fuck off and leave me alone!”
Furious, Jake walked away and grabbed his bag, slamming the door behind him. Everyone always felt so sorry for Matty, but the truth was, the guy was just an asshole! It had been months now, without the slightest improvement. The old Matty was gone and was never coming back. What loyalty should Jake have to a ghost? If Matty was determined to date nerds and let himself go, why should he even bother to try and stop him?
“I’m sorry about before,” Jake offered as he arrived home a couple of hours later to see that Matty was still in the same spot on the couch. “I hadn’t meant for things to get so heated.”
Time in the gym had always been a way to help Jake calm down when he was frustrated. After a few super heavy deadlifts, he’d found his anger abating and his more rational mind being able to speak up. This Matty was not the same guy as the best friend Jake had adored so much. His expectation that Matty would aspire to be the exact same person as he had once been was as frustrating for him as it was for Matty. This new man needed to find his own path and make his own mistakes. And he deserved to do it surrounded by people who supported him unconditionally.
“Don’t worry about it,” Matty replied, not taking his eyes off the TV; still clearly a little pissed at him.
“A peace offering,” Jake declared, presenting his roommate with a small box of pastries from the bakery across town. “I don’t think you’ve had these since your accident, but they were always your absolute favorite whenever you were treating yourself.” He shrugged, wondering whether yet another reminder of the old Matty was really the right move. “I figured your taste buds haven’t changed,” he stated, as if to explain his reasoning.
Matty accepted the gift and opened the box. “They’re huge!” he smiled happily, lifting one up and onto an already used plate he’d had in front of him. Taking a bite, he immediately moaned in appreciation, his eyes bulging as he took in all the flavors. “This is amazing!” he marvelled, quickly heading back in for a second bite.
Jake smiled. This was the first success he’d had with Matty in the entire time since the accident. Making the guy happy had made him feel good too. “I’ll pick you up some more the next time I’m heading that way then,” he nodded, pleased with himself.
“What other foods did I used to like?” Matty asked, pushing the last bite into his mouth.
Jake’s eyebrows rose. It was the first time he’d heard Matty express any curiosity about his past self. “Um…” he pondered. “Well, you always had a bit of a sweet tooth. Much more so than me. I don’t know…” he shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to go to the grocery store some time so I can point stuff out to you.”
“Sure. Shall we go now?” Matty asked, getting himself up.
Jake chuckled, looked at his watch, and saw that he did indeed have an hour or so to spare. “Sure,” he smiled. “Why not?”
Jake wondered whether Matty would keep in touch with him once his massive compensation payout came through and he was able to get his own place. Although things had improved massively in the last few weeks, he couldn’t expect Matty to have the same fondness for him given that, in his mind, they had only lived together for a few months.
“I’m heading to the grocery store after the gym if you want me to pick anything up for you?” he asked, filling up his water bottle in the sink.
“Sure,” Matty nodded. “Can you get me a couple more boxes of that stuff?” he pointed at the now empty sugary breakfast cereal box he’d left on the side.
Jake had gotten good at biting his tongue. There was no nutritional value in the cereal Matty was after and, besides that, he could have sworn he’d only bought the last box for him yesterday. “Sure,” he nodded. “Anything else?”
Matty thought some more and began texting him a list which Jake scrolled through a couple of minutes later. It was as if Matty’s food choices had regressed to the point that it was a menu put together by a six-year old child: beige foods, high in sugar, high in carbohydrates, and even higher saturates. “I’ll sort it,” Jake nodded, heading out the door without comment.
Annoyingly, Boring Ben was parked up on the couch upon Jake’s return a couple of hours later. Matty rose to his feet, delighting in the fact that Jake had managed to find everything he had requested; ripping open a box of cookies and heading back to the couch.
Jake frowned, noticing Ben giving him a disapproving sideways glance as he continued to unpack and restock the refrigerator. He got it: Ben was never going to like him all that much. After all, he was a handsome guy who just so happened to be living with his boyfriend. There was bound to be more than just a little jealousy and insecurity at play.
“I need you to stop enabling Matty to pig out on all this stuff,” Ben stated, getting up to speak to Jake in the kitchen area once Matty had disappeared to the bathroom. “It’s not good for him.”
With limited patience for Ben and his dire warnings about cavities, Jake merely rolled his eyes. Ben had always had an attitude with him, no doubt inherited from Matty’s mother, who had labelled him a ‘bad influence’ on her son. If only she had known how ironic that idea was…
“I agree,” Jake nodded. “But he’s a grown man. I’m not going to tell him what he can and can’t eat.”
“You don’t have to buy everything he asks you for though,” Ben shot back, swinging open one cupboard door to see that, inside, it was loaded with all the things they both knew Matty would gnaw through in no time at all. “You can see it’s all having an impact on him.”
Jake frowned again. What a stupid way to put it! “You mean you don’t like him looking a little chubby?” he asked, his tone loaded with disapproval. He knew what Ben was getting at. With all Jake’s muscles and lean physique, there was no way for him to deny that he had educated himself well about nutrition. Enough to know that Matty’s diet was only ever going to have one inevitable consequence. “I thought you two were soul mates?” he parroted back at the lame guy who had never failed to make him cringe. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now that he’s getting little love handles?” he asked, almost gleefully.
“It’s not nice to see anyone getting out of shape,” Ben diplomatically answered.
“Well, if you don’t like it, that’s a conversation you’re going to have to have with Matty yourself. I’m not getting involved,” Jake declared, raising both his palms to show that he was done with this debate. Finally finished in the kitchen, he headed back into his room to finish his book, away from the cliched, straight romantic comedy movie that Ben had put on the TV.
Jake was about a chapter away from the end when he heard tense voices sounding from the lounge. If only that damn movie hadn’t been so loud, he might have been able to make out more of what was being said. As it was, it was only when he heard the apartment door slam shut that he realised things had gotten so bad that Ben had actually left.
“Everything alright?” Jake gingerly asked, peeping out of his bedroom, but not committing to stepping out entirely, just in case he wasn’t wanted.
“Yeah, fine,” Matty replied, despite his flustered face; slouching on the couch and sipping his can of soda. His stomach looked as bloated as Jake had ever seen it, pressing unflatteringly against the material of his t-shirt; the coffee table loaded with the discarded packaging of much of what Jake had picked up from the supermarket only an hour earlier. “I’m just sick of people expecting me to still be that perfect Matty from before the accident. I thought Ben understood who I was now, but he’s just holding onto the image of what I looked like when we were first properly introduced.”
Jake sighed. He was too invested now to be able to walk away. He stepped inside and dropped down on the couch, seeing that Matty needed someone to offload to. “You know, the old Matty really wasn’t as perfect as you’re imagining,” he smiled, appreciating how hard it must have felt for Matty to live up to the idolised man everyone had made him out to be. “I could tell you some stories…”
“Oh, please don’t!” Matty shot back irritably. “I’m sick of hearing about him.”
“Fair enough,” Jake smiled.
“I just want to bury the old Matty. I’m sick of people recognising me and expecting me to know who they are,” he explained, rubbing his distended stomach as he did so.
“That’s fair enough,” Jake nodded, strangely captivated by the movement of Matty’s hand; a small spark of electricity starting to crackle in his groin.
“Do you know, you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like they’re just waiting for the old Matty to come back,” he complained bitterly.
“Well, that still took me some time to get used to,” Jake nodded, agreeing completely with him. “I think people are starting to realise now that your memories are unlikely to return. They’ll have no choice but to accept you as you are now.”
“And what if they don’t like me as much anymore?” Matty asked.
Perhaps it was instinct, or maybe it was the blood pumping south, but Jake found himself picking up a lone doughnut from the table and handing it to Matty. “Then, fuck them!” he declared, smiling brightly. “Just be your own version of you.”
Matty smiled and nodded, taking a bite happily. “Are you sticking around?” he asked, lifting the TV remote as if to continue the movie.
“Sure,” Jake replied. “I’m not watching this shit though,” he laughed.
“Oh, I know!” Matty chuckled back, seeming delighted to get it off the screen. “Ben has the worst choice in movies!” he declared, throwing the remote to Jake instead. “Let’s see if you can do better!”
Jake raised his eyebrows, accepting the challenge. “Prepare to be amazed!”
Thankfully, Boring Ben had been retired to the history books after that night. As the months progressed and no further developments had been made on Matty’s compensation claim, Jake knew that Matty was eating through the unemployment insurance he’d taken out, in more ways than one. He’d continued to gain weight, particularly in his stomach area. The speed of it was quite remarkable, Jake had seen it all before of course, but never in someone who wasn’t purposefully trying to fatten himself up. Then again, sometimes Jake convinced himself that fattening up was exactly what Matty was trying to do to himself. With his fuller face, he’d been delighted to head out to the grocery store and not be noticed by people. His lawyer had also seemed pleased, according to Matty; upping the expected payout figure each time she saw him.
In reality, Jake knew he was just projecting his kinks onto poor Matty. Having chosen to leave the old version of his friend in the past, Jake had decided against telling the guy about all the kinky things they used to get up to together. Rather than bringing guys home, Jake had gotten used to going to their place instead. But, without Matty there, the dynamic was entirely different. Now he had to play both ‘good cop’ and ‘bad cop’. Matty had been so good at pushing those fatties to eat; the thrill he had gotten from seeing them reach the extremes of greed was always a delight to see. But now Jake was going solo, and the experiences seemed less and less memorable each time. Besides, some days it was more erotic just to be at home…
With no job to speak of, Matty spent his days playing video games or watching crappy daytime TV. One simple look in the trash or recycling and it was easy to track what he was eating. The sugars, the carbs and saturates, they were all far too extreme. Matty's softer middle began sprouting outwards under his still visible pecs. Shapely and rounded, his belly was everything Jake had always loved about seeing a former jock gain weight; the man’s glutes and thighs still sturdy enough to carry it all around with ease. Before the accident, Matty had never worn a shirt around the house. Afterwards, he had covered himself up all the time. Now, however, an emerging confidence in his body was evident once more.
“Do you want any of these?” Matty asked, systematically placing almost every item of clothing he owned on the couch.
“You’re getting rid of it all?” Jake asked, alarmed by the sudden, drastic clearout.
A pot-bellied Matty nodded, picking up one of the stylish shirts the old him had loved. “They don’t really feel like me,” he pondered aloud. “Plus, hardly any of them fit me any more,” he shrugged, patting his protrusive paunch without any hint of remorse.
Jake nodded, understanding completely. The new Matty was more of a sweatpants and baggy t-shirts guy. Without work to go to each day, he didn’t own anything smart or figure-hugging. He didn’t care so much about how he came across, and he was more than happy to strut about the apartment with his stomach out; that delightful, rounded paunch on full display.
“I’ll take it all,” Jake smiled, knowing that so much of it would look great on him. However, it didn’t pass him by that this was quite a momentous moment for his roommate. Matty wasn’t looking to lose weight anytime soon. All that beautiful new chub on his body was seemingly here to stay.
“What happened to the other stud you used to hang out with?” asked one rotund guy a few weeks later, as Jake unpacked all the fattening treats he had brought along to stuff him with.
“Oh, you mean, Matty,” Jake nodded. “He actually just came into a lot of money,” he explained, grabbing a large serving bowl from the cupboard. “There was a compensation case against a gas station company which he’s just wrapped up. It’s pretty cool actually,” he continued, deciding not to elaborate any further about the accident than that. “He’s a pretty clever guy. He’s invested it all and will most likely never need to work ever again. But, as for all the feedism stuff…” Jake shrugged. “He gave it up.”
“He gave it up?” laughed the older man, greedily eying everything Jake had brought along. “Just like that?” he asked in disbelief. “But he was such a kinky little fucker! I’ve never been stuffed as hard as when he was the one pushing it all in!”
Jake chuckled at that. Matty certainly used to be a hard taskmaster. He’d loved witnessing the extremes of gluttony and felt it his duty to stretch out the stomachs of the fatties they had fucked as much as possible. Jake remembered how horny Matty would get, even in the grocery store, as they picked up every fattening treat they planned to push into their fatties’ mouths. “He’s just not into it anymore,” Jake shrugged, keen to move on as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his startlingly strong torso.
The gainer looked pleased at the sight, his eyes dewy with lust. “That surprises me,” he continued, despite the distraction. “A kink like his doesn’t disappear into thin air. Believe me, I tried! Twenty years I attempted to deny the fact that I just want to be a huge hog!” he nodded, picking up his large, sagging stomach and jiggling it proudly.
Jake took his cue, sliding his hand over the blubbery tummy and kissing the guy, excited to begin their evening together. Still, however, the guy’s words stuck in Jake’s mind. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps a kink like Matty’s didn’t just disappear. Perhaps it was just expressing itself in some other way? That thought was fairly thrilling…
Just like he’d done for months, Jake knew that when he came that evening, he wouldn’t be thinking about the fatty in front of him; it would be the image of Matty and his extra 75lbs of pure fat that would penetrate every one of his thoughts, building his arosal until he finally orgasmed, deep inside this hog’s ass.
A few more weeks went by before it happened. With a network outage at the offices, Jake had sent his team home to work for the afternoon. It hadn’t occurred to him to give Matty the heads up that he would be back early. He simply strolled into the apartment to hear music blaring, with Matty sitting in his chair in front of the TV screen.
With his back to the door, Matty had yet to notice Jake’s arrival. He was eating something, discarded packaging and full bottles of soda filling up the coffee table at his feet. However, it was the manner in which he was eating that first struck Jake as being srange: speedy, full bites, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Down went the bottle of soda in impressive giant gulps, then, back the man went to gorging himself on even more. Matty was masturbating; Jake could tell by the rapid movement of his shoulder and arm.
Not usually one to be clumsy, the sight of Matty had captured Jake’s attention so much that he partially missed the counter as he tried to put his bag down, sending it crashing onto the floor.
Immediately alerted, Matty turned around, his mouth smeared with chocolate sauce. “Oh, fuck!” he shouted, his eyes wide and immediately reaching down for the underwear around his feet.
“Don’t mind me!” Jake called over, theatrically covering his eyes as he made his way across the space and towards his bedroom. “You carry on! I don’t want to disturb!”
Jake’s heart was pounding as he closed the door behind him. He looked down at his crotch, seeing that his boner was already pressing against the material of his black dress pants. “Fuck!” he whispered to himself in horny disbelief. Every kinky fantasy he had ever had about Matty staying at home all day had just come true. There was no denying that he had just witnessed that guy getting off on stuffing himself stupid with food. No wonder Matty's stomach had been blossoming with such speed in recent months!
Jake ran his hands through his hair and paced about his bedroom, not knowing what he should do. He yanked off his tie and gave himself some more room to breathe around his neck. “Fuck!” he marvelled again, hardly believing everything he had just seen. Gazing at himself in the mirror, he saw his large, powerful chest rising up and down. He’d never experienced lust quite as all consuming as this before. His brain had left the building.
Matty was leaning over the kitchen sink, cleaning up his mouth when Jake came out of his room moments later. Dressed in only a pair of sweat pants, the man’s love handles had never looked curvier; the formerly muscular glutes developing a width to them that was almost too exciting to believe. Jake took a seat at the breakfast bar, trying to act casual and style the conversation out. “Are these any good?” he asked, pointing to the new brand of doughnuts Matty had bought and almost completely consumed that afternoon.
Matty turned around, clearly still embarrassed. He sighed and slowly made eye contact with Jake. “Sorry about that,” he pointed at the chair he had been sitting in; his pump bottle of lubricant still on the coffee table. “I’ve actually decided it’s time that I moved out.”
Jake held back his alarm, deciding it was best to play it cool. He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled lightly. “Why? Because I caught you jerking off?” he asked, as if it was the most ridiculous reasoning he had ever heard.
Matty didn’t respond; his mortified face still saying it all.
“You act like I’ve never seen your dick before!” Jake pressed on. “Back before the accident, you and I used to jerk each other off all the time!”
“We did?” Matty asked, his eyes wide. “Seriously?”
“Of course!” Jake nodded. “Two horny guys sharing an apartment together… You wouldn’t believe some of the things we used to get up to!”
“Well, I don’t remember any of that,” Matty mumbled, as if disbelieving what Jake was telling him. “I think you’re just saying that to try and make me feel better.”
Jake grinned. “Fine,” he nodded, standing up and taking a seat, slouching in the middle of the couch, spreading his strong thighs apart. “I guess we’ll need to even the score then.”
Matty followed him out of the kitchen area curiously. “What are you doing?” he asked, spotting Jake unclipping his belt. “You honestly don’t need to…”
But Jake had already fished out his hard dick and was stroking it. “See?” he smirked at Matty. “No big deal!”
Matty frowned, but an undeniable look of amusement made the corners of his mouth pick up. “You are so fucking crazy!” he chuckled, watching his friend stroking his own dick just to make him feel better. “All right! Fine!” he threw back. “I guess it was a bit of an overreaction to say I was moving out,” he nodded, plopping himself back in his chair, understanding that there were certain things he would never need to feel so embarrassed about in front of Jake.
“Good!” Jake smiled back, slipping his underwear back over his boner and resting his hands by his sides once more.
“It’s pretty weird though, isn't it?” Matty nodded at the coffee table, still littered with all the packaging from his feasting. “I just don’t understand why this all gets me so…” he shrugged, unsure how to finish his sentence.
“Insanley fucking horny?” Jake asked, smirking playfully. He stood up again, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it down on the couch behind him. Then he pulled down his dress pants and stepped out of them, before kicking the coffee table out of the way and kneeling down at Matty’s feet. “I know exactly what’s happening to you,” he grinned, resting his hands on Matty’s knees.
“You do?” Matty replied, swallowing awkwardly as he clearly tried hard to keep his eyes fixed on his roommate’s face, and not let them wander down to the insane erection jutting out of Jake’s underwear.
“I understand it all better than you do,” Jake nodded, sliding his hands up and onto Matty’s fat pot-belly, stroking and rubbing it gently.
Matty’s breathing got heavier. His eyes misted over with lust and he threw his head back for a moment, briefly lost in the ecstasy of it all.
“Do you want me to teach you why this feels so nice?” Jake asked, gently caressing Matty’s stomach as the guy slouched further into the chair for him, allowing Jake greater access to that beautifully soft and sensitive under-belly skin.
“Yeah,” Matty mumbled; his dick already pushing up the material of his sweat pants.
Jake leaned in and kissed Matty’s belly several times, making the man moan softly. Then Jake took his fingers to the sides of Matty’s stomach, getting a good handle on the skin and gently bouncing the blubber teasingly.
Matty’s jaw lowered and an involuntary moan of arousal rose out of him as he felt the wobbling of all the lard that had invaded his waistline.
“Do you want to learn why this is so unbelievably sexy for you?” Jake asked now, raising one of his hands up to flutter the soft, saggier area that had once been Matty’s pec.
Matty nodded, then shifted to pull his sweatpants and underwear down from underneath him, unashamed to show how raging his erection was as it thrusted upwards, closer to Jake’s face.
Jake smirked, reached behind him, and pullied out one of the large cookies left over from Matty’s feast, bringing it closer towards the guy’s mouth. “Open up, Fat Boy…” he whispered seductively.
Matty smiled broadly. He looked gratefully at his roommate, knowing that he was in safe hands. Then, his obedient, greedy mouth widened and he moaned once again as the sugary underside of the cookie hit his moist tongue. He watched keenly as Jake’s free hand pumped the lubricant into it, then gently moved across to give him even more of a treat. His whole body jolted as Jake’s large hand encased the shaft and began stroking it up and down with the lightest of touches.
“Oh…fuck!” Matty gasped, unsure how long he would be able to last with such treatment. “This feels so…”
Jake nodded, not needing Matty to say a word. “And we’re only just getting started…” he grinned, pressing the next cookie deeper into Matty’s gluttonous mouth.
Matty may have lost all his previous memories. But, at long last, he was the feeder fat remembered.
It was the direction of the light that first alerted Matty to the fact that he wasn’t in his usual bed. Draped over his middle and lying flat against his swollen stomach was Jake’s large hand; with the wildly handsome, athletic man fast asleep, spooning him from behind.
This closeness was something Matty had started to believe he would never experience again. In truth, he had felt so lonely ever since these strange feelings of arousal had begun sweeping over him as he overate and continued to put on weight these last few months: the sensation of his clothes getting tighter and the changes to his body that he saw in the mirror. His last boyfriend had been as lean as they came, yet the building contrast between them had heightened Matty’s arousal enough that he kept up the relationship long after he knew things weren’t going to work out; continuing to gorge himself and soften even after he’d asked him to slow down. He’d believed himself to be an oddity; the only person in the entire world to get so turned on at the sight, sound and feeling of stuffing his face to such an unreasonable extreme.
Then, last night, Jake had come along and dispelled every last worry he had had. The old Matty hadn’t been quite so pristine and perfect after all, so it turned out. He had once been a feeder and got off thousands of times watching other men doing this to themselves. All these feelings he had tried to label as freaky and disgusting within himself were just an expression of who he had always been. But Matty wasn’t a feeder anymore. Of that much, he was sure. The sensation of overeating and feeling his body responding over time was too exciting to ignore. That knock on the head had rebooted his system entirely, as well as his kinks.
Jake’s room was so much tidier than Matty’s own; everything tucked neatly away behind the vast closet doors. Here, there were no snacks hidden away in the bedside cabinets and no stack of dirty dishes at the side of the bed. The fact that he was even here seemed completely bewildering to him. How had things with his roommate taken such a sudden and dramatic shift?
Jake was stirring now, his hand moving with appreciation across Matty’s stomach and his groin pressing against Matty’s glutes; something firm was certainly pleased to be waking up next to him. “Morning,” the man whispered sweetly into his ear.
Matty shuffled around until he was facing Jake, the pair gazing into each other’s eyes. “Morning,” he smiled back, feeling instead like he was in some bizarre dream.
“Did you enjoy it last night?” Jake asked, grinning proudly. “I think I lost count of how many times I came.”
“Me too!” Matty chuckled, pressing his hand against Jake’s truly astonishingly toned body.
The pair kissed, their hands further wandering and exploring.
Jake sighed and rolled onto his broad back, wiping his face with his hands as if he too could hardly comprehend that this was all happening. “We should get up and get you some breakfast,” he smiled, spotting the time and seeing that they had both slept-in past nine o’clock. Then again, it had been a very, very late night for them both.
“I’m happy with that idea,” Matty smirked, aroused at the thought of eating in front of Jake again.
“What time do you usually start eating?” Jake asked, running his fingers across Matty’s increasingly ball-like paunch.
“Pretty much as soon as you leave for work in the morning,” Matty chuckled back.
Jake lightly moaned in appreciation for that idea, kissing him passionately once again. “You’re such a greedy little pig…”
Matty moaned back, launching into another horny kiss. It was the same thing that had happened last night. He didn’t know why Jake’s teasing words were having such an impact on him, but it felt as though everything that came out of Jake’s mouth was enough to make him collapse into a horny mess.
“I’m going to feed you doughnuts… pastries… hamburgers… pizzas…” Jake whispered into his ear whilst playfully taking control of Matty’s hardness. “I’m going to stuff you, bloat you, make that fat tummy stretch out…”
It seemed almost pathetic to Matty how quickly he was climaxing again. It was as if Jake had opened some invisible portal into the deepest, darkest portions of his brain, casting spells in his ear that made his whole body sing with pleasure.
Despite disappearing to the gym for an hour or so, Jake returned with more snacks and treats than ever before. They relaxed for the afternoon, letting a grim rainstorm pass by watching the classic movies Matty had no recollection of ever seeing. Jake seemed to be conscious of not coming on too strongly. Matty got the sense that he had been more aware of his own feelings for significantly longer. In contrast, Matty had decided, up until twenty-four hours ago, to sign off romances altogether. Things had been so disastrous with Ben and, now that he had so much money in the bank, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried about some gold digger trying to steal his heart. That was partly why it seemed so inconceivable that Jake was the one trying to win his affections. Handsome, athletic, built and strong, Jake was the complete package. His monthly wage had outstripped Matty’s, even before the accident. In fact, if there was one thing Matty was certain of, Jake was the last person in the world who would ever pursue him for his cash.
“Wow, when I think of all the hours we spent training this ass up in the gym!” Jake marvelled, coming up from tonguing Matty’s butt as he lay on his front in bed. He tapped the glutes, watching the softness flutter, so completely opposite to how it had been just over a year earlier.
Matty smiled to himself and lifted his butt up a little more so that Jake could get his tongue in even deeper. He hadn’t entertained the idea of bottoming for Ben, but the way that Jake spoke about the contrast between his old body to now, it all just made him feel so kinky and submissive.
When the time came, Jake eased himself in slowly and moaned gently in his ear at how good it felt to be inside him. The man was so strong and powerful, yet he managed to make it all so gentle and loving. It was only as he got closer and closer to climaxing that the guy’s kinks really started to emerge properly: his fingers pinching and jiggling the chubby love handles, his hand slapping at Matty’s underexercised butt. Just like the inescapable arousal Matty had felt as he had slowly gained weight over the last year, Jake’s own kinks were just as powerful and all-consuming, whispering things into his ear that he would never dare say normally: “I’m going to make you so fucking fat…” he growled, thrusting hard and fast.
Matty moaned, enjoying this part most of all. “Oh, yeah?” he asked back, wanting to hear even more. How thrilling that he could make such a composed, disciplined man like this succumb to such extreme arousal! “What else?”
Jake’s masterful hips were pounding at such speed. “I’m going to feed you up into such a piggy. A huge, fat, round hog!”
Matty smiled brightly at that, oinking like a pig, just as he had done many tmes before when gorging himself alone in recent months. Then he heard Jake gasp at the intensity of his orgasm, pushing his dick in as deep as possible as he came. The man collapsed onto the bed not long afterwards, panting hard and grinning like he’d just had the best sex of his life. Matty leaned over and kissed him deeply. He felt Jake’s large palm grip his dick and begin gently massaging it up and down. Now it was his turn, and he’d never been in more capable hands.
Besides all the kink and sex, Matty was enjoying spending time with Jake as the weeks went on. The man seemed genuinely besotted by him; thoughtful and tender. He listened carefully, sending sweet messages throughout the day and always finding ways to connect with him through their shared sense of humor. There had never been any conversation about them making things official; it had simply just evolved that way.
“Your mom’s going to hate this when she finds out,” Jake had laughed as they lay in bed together.
Matty chuckled. He’d remembered his mother being hesitant about him moving back in with Jake after the accident. She’d painted a picture of him as this arrogant, over-confident narcissist that Matty had undoubtedly carried with him upon his return. They’d clashed back then. How awful to remember how close he’d come to moving out and missing out on how their connection had evolved in the last few months. He could tell from the way Jake looked at him how desperately in love he had fallen. Perhaps he always had been.
“I think they’re all going to be too distracted by how big my belly has grown to care!” Matty grinned proudly.
From behind, Jake hugged him a little tighter. “You’re welcome,” he whispered teasingly into his ear, rubbing the extra thickness that was encircling Matty’s waistline.
Matty chuckled again. He’d had the ride of his life over the past two months and was carrying an extra 20lbs on his belly and butt as a result. “I think I’m ready to explore a little more of this feedism stuff,” Matty replied, enjoying how large and soft Jake’s exploring hands always made him feel.
Instantly, Matty felt Jake’s boner stiffen against his oversized butt. “Are you sure?” the man asked, having always taken a cautious approach with Matty ever since they’d started sleeping together.
Matty turned around and nodded, kissing Jake sweetly on the lips. He was more than sure. This was exactly what he wanted, realising that he was never more aroused than when Jake’s own kinks were getting the better of him: when he was stuffing a doughnut into Matty’s mouth as he fucked him; when he was uncontrollably aroused at how out of shape his lover getting; when he was outright telling him that he wanted to see him getting fatter and fatter. “I want you to feed me like your pig!”
The sound of the blender had been a little frustrating the next evening as Matty tried to ignore it, playing his video game with his headphones on. Jake had been so horny since he got home from work, having picked up a great load of supplies from the grocery store on the way. Undressed down to only his underwear, a large tent pressed out of his crotch, the sight of which was making Matty hornier than ever to begin.
At last, Matty felt his headphones being gently lifted and a kind, whispering voice in his ear. “Are you ready?” Jake asked him sweetly.
Matty immediately quit his game and switched the TV off. Gentle music sounded from the speakers and he sat there, having been told there was no need for him to get up.
“What’s that?” Matty asked, seeing a large, piped object being carried by his boyfriend.
“We’ve had so much fun with this in the past,” Jake grinned, handing it to Matty for him to examine whilst he continued gathering more things from the kitchen. “It’s a funnel. You put the end of the pipe in your mouth and I pour the liquid from above.”
“For beer?” Matty asked, imagining college students doing something similar at a frat party.
“Not in this instance,” Jake chuckled, holding a large jug of thick, brown liquid. “This is our special recipe. We used to whip it up all the time when we had fatties over. I never thought I’d be making a double batch up for you though,” he grinned excitedly.”
Matty’s eyes widened. He still found it difficult to believe that he and Jake had been so overtly kinky together in the past. It didn’t seem to match the grown-up, responsible character he first remembered meeting only a year ago. The fact that they had had this whole other kinky life together before was almost too strange to comprehend. “What is it made from?” he asked, feeling aroused by the sight of it.
“All sorts!” Jake smirked. “And all with one goal in mind…” the man whispered, bending down to kiss Matty and rub his fat little tummy.
“So, I just have to chug it?” Matty asked just before popping the pipe into his mouth and watching the funnel being raised above his head.
“That’s all you need to do,” Jake calmly replied behind him.
There was a gurgling sound as the liquid began slopping inside the funnel above. Matty could see the cool liquid filling the pipe in front of his face, then suddenly felt it force its way into his mouth. Instinctively, he swallowed quickly, enjoying the sweet taste of it on his tongue. Fuck! This stuff was thick! There was something so obviously fattening about it: the creaminess, perhaps. He could feel it filling up his stomach in no time at all.
Matty was surprised at how loud his burp was after he had finished. He’d had no idea that he’d swallowed so much air with it, but the relief from his tightening stomach was a pleasant sensation. “That wasn’t too bad…” he smiled, pleased that he had done it.
“That was only the warm-up…” Jake grinned back at him, placing the funnel down on the coffee table and not caring about the rogue drips that fell onto the wood.
Matty exhaled as his dick was taken so expertly into Jake’s mouth. Ben had never sucked him off as enthusiastically as Jake did. Perhaps it was Jake’s experience that made it so pleasant; every movement of his tongue about to elevate the sensations even more.
“You can’t stop there!” Matty sighed, having been seconds away from finishing before Jake stopped sucking.
“All in good time…” Jake grinned, quietly enjoying Matty’s frustration. “This is all part of the process…”
Matty watched as Jake reached across to the tray of doughnuts and began stuffing one into his mouth. With his free hand, he was gently stimulating his dick, but never enough to get him as close as he had been before. “Just suck it like you were doing before…” Matty quietly encouraged him after the fourth doughnut had been swallowed down completely.
Jake nodded and resumed his work. The intense pleasure was immediate, perhaps even heightened by the wait. Matty’s breathing was getting faster and he moaned loudly when… Jake pulled out once more.
“Oh, come on!” Matty laughed, hardly believing that Jake was doing it to him again. He was so horny, and so completely ready to climax.
“Patience, Piggy!” Jake teased, lifting the funnel yet again.
Matty hadn’t realised that there had been a second batch hidden behind him. This time, he was more determined than ever to get it all down even faster than before, hastening the return of Jake’s expert mouth on his dick.
Fuck! Matty’s stomach felt tight. Never in his life had he burped as ferociously as he did when the pipe was finally removed again. It was as if his paunch had transformed into a solid, round beach ball out in front of him, and he rubbed it, trying to soothe the almost painful distension.
“You’re doing so well….” Jake smiled, taking his mouth onto Matty’s dick once more.
This time, Matty knew he wasn’t going to be able to finish. He could see all the food still left on the coffee table and understood that he wouldn’t be allowed to experience that orgasm until as much of it was consumed as possible. “Feed me!” he pleaded, desperate to consume as much of it as he could. His belly had never felt so tight and extreme in his life. It was the most erotic thing he had ever known.
The final result, a full half an hour later, was the most intense and extreme orgasm of Matty’s life. He could feel it all gushing with such ferocity into Jake’s mouth. His entire body felt utterly spent and exhausted. He was a giant, overstuffed balloon, too bloated to even consider getting up from his chair.
“Just imagine the things I could do to your belly if you let me feed you like that every night…” Jake chuckled, gazing down at the pitiful chub below him.
Despite his discomfort, Matty nodded in true understanding. This was it. This was the way he was going to get truly, monstrously huge!
In the coming weeks, Matty felt his world opening up even more. Jake had been proud to show him off as his boyfriend to so many of his other friends, and the guy’s family had been more than welcoming.
“I always thought you two would end up together,” chuckled Jake’s mother as she saw how tenderly her son was holding Matty’s hand.
Jake leaned over and kissed him at his mother’s words. He didn’t mind anyone knowing how besotted he was. Yet, there was also a large selection of tasty treats just sitting in the refrigerator, waiting to be stuffed into Matty as soon as she went home. Perhaps that’s what made this all so exciting for him. Jake had fed and stuffed so many guys in the past, but never within a real relationship. He enjoyed the pampering and spoiling, the weekly weigh-ins and the constant reassessment of everything Matty wore.
“I found something when I was going through my old computer,” Jake grinned, inserting a drive into the back of their TV.
Spotting the boner pressing forward from Jake’s shorts, Matty knew he was going to enjoy whatever gold his boyfriend had uncovered. He watched eagerly as a video file, dated two years previous, came up on screen.
A horny, grinning Jake arrived on the TV; a giant, 500lb man waving to the camera from behind him. Then from the side, Matty himself emerged: toned, muscular and strong.
Matty gasped. He had seen so many pictures and videos of himself before the accident, but never this version. He watched as the old him gently pushed the heavy man into the chair, then up he had climbed onto the arm rests, pressing his thick, iron dick into the superchub’s mouth.
“You always used to do that,” Jake explained from the side of the TV. “You said it was a good way to warm-up their mouths, ready for eating!”
Matty stared at his old, tight butt, pointing directly at the camera and lightly thrusting in the direction of the fat man’s face. He could see that he was communicating wordlessly with Jake who was now bringing in the funnel: Matty’s funnel.
Thoroughly aroused now, the large man didn’t complain as Matty’s dick was replaced with the end of the funnel hose. Together, Jake and Matty had been a well-oiled machine. Once one of them had finished feeding him something, the other would seamlessly take the reins. Jake had often passed comment on how fast stuffings could really bloat a guy up before his brain had a chance to comprehend how overstuffed his stomach was; now Matty could see that tactic well underway.
“You’re giving me the nod to start fucking him,” Jake explained now, as Matty had started stroking Jake's hardness to get it super pumped and ready for the next stage; part of the show to keep their enormous prey horny and hungry. They both lifted the fat man out of his chair and escorted him into the bedroom; an eager Jake returning seconds later to collect his cell phone to record it all. “You always thought it best to get a dick inside them as quickly as possible once they started feeling their belly getting full,” Jake chuckled, watching. “It distracts them!”
Matty laughed, hardly believing this video even existed. He knew Jake wanted him to see how good a feeder he had once been; his signature move, stuffing doughnuts in with his erection and making them suck the sugar off. But Matty’s attention, as he watched, was actually swallowed up admiring Jake. Unlike Matty’s brutish manner, Jake was so gentle and sweet with the guy. His eyes had lit up and he stroked and played with all their lard and, even though he wasn’t quite as insanely built and muscular as he was today, he’d been powerful enough to manoeuvre the fat man with ease as he’d gently pounded that wide butt. The enjoyment of all that lard was evident across Jake’s face. He was in heaven, feeling it all with his hands and watching it ripple.
“Pretty hot, huh?” Jake grinned as the video ended ten minutes later.
Matty nodded. He hadn’t cared for seeing himself posing as a feeder, arrogant and entitled as he came across. But, witnessing Jake getting so much pleasure from fucking such a huge man had made Matty fall even more in love with him. There wasn’t a ceiling with how far Matty could go with this kink. He could get as fat as he liked and Jake was still going to cherish every single pound. “It’s given me quite the appetite,” he grinned, beckoning Jake over to him in the chair. He held the strong man’s hips, looking with interest at the tent-like bulge in the man’s crotch, then licked his lips. “But, maybe we should warm-up my mouth first,” he nodded, pulling out Jake’s eager erection from the gym shorts and immediately engulfing it with his greedy mouth.
Jake’s moans were all Matty wanted to hear: the pleasure of a man who was genuinely going to help him transform into exactly what this version of him needed to be.
With Jake’s career taking off, talk about moving to a new city was on both of their minds. Matty had agreed straight away that he was ready for a change, yet Jake was still hesitant on his behalf. “Don’t you think it’s best to be around things that are familiar if you’re still trying to recover your memories?” he’d asked.
Matty shrugged. In truth, he’d long given up any hope for that. Two years had gone by and nothing of note had happened. Sometimes he could feel his brain animating old photographs and inserting details from stories he had been told, trying to make him believe he was making progress. However, the simple truth was, one way or another, he wasn’t ever going to be the man he once was. Why hold himself back for a ghost?
Once the decision was made, the whole apartment was packed up in a matter of weeks, its soul ebbing away as each box was taken downstairs and into the truck. Jake stood, his arm over Matty’s shoulders as he looked around for the final time. “We’ve had some fun in here, huh?” he chuckled. “You and I knew this was the right place for a couple of kinky fuckers as soon as we stepped inside!”
Matty laughed. “I think you were sold the moment you found those handcuffs in your closet space.”
Jake looked at him, startled. “How did you know that?” he asked.
Not even realising, Matty thought back on what he’d said. How had he known about the handcuffs? In his head, his brain was already reconstructing a series of images and an imaginary storyline to match the event. “You told me a few months back,” he replied, not entirely sure that that was true.
“Did I?” Jake asked, immediately at ease again. “For a second there, I thought you’d remembered something.”
For a second there, so had Matty.
It had turned out that a new city was exactly what the pair of them had needed. Life felt exciting, with more to explore, bars to visit and restaurants to try. The music scene was bigger here and the winter not as harsh. For the first time ever, Matty enjoyed having a balcony overlooking the most expensive zip code in the city.
With so many new take out places to try, it was no surprise that Matty was experiencing the biggest spike in his weight in months. Pants had tightened, buttons were straining and his double chin was constantly on show. He’d even considered growing a beard to try and mask it a little more. However, Jake had loved it, stroking it proudly each time he fed something into his lover’s mouth.
“Time for another upgrade!” Jake chuckled, holding up Matty’s discarded underwear and witnessing the wavy, overstretched elastic. “You need to let me know when these things get too small,” he smiled sweetly, kissing his naked lover as Matty climbed out of the shower. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“I like it!” Matty grinned back. “It feels sexy as hell wearing stuff that I’m too fat for!”
Jake leaned in and kissed him lovingly. For the first time in Matty’s life, he was just the fat guy; not the ex-jock who’d suffered a brain injury. Here, no one knew he’d ever been anything other than the 370lb lardass he’d become. And that was a thrill all of its own. The new neighbors gave Jake a pondering look, wondering what such an attractive man was doing with someone so overweight. The last 40lbs had added so much additional fat to his chest, swelling under his armpits and into his face. He loved how puffy and soft his arms had become, with even his hands appearing to be those over an overfed fat guy.
“I want to use my funnel when you get home from work later,” Matty stated once his impeccably dressed lover pulled out of the kiss.
“Again?” Jake smiled wickedly. “That’s the fifth time this week.”
“I know,” Matty nodded. “I’m just really enjoying these tits at the moment,” he smirked, using his towel to dry underneath them. “I need them bigger!”
Jake loved nothing more than admiring his lover’s body on show, as well as hearing how enthusiastically Matty talked about reaching even greater levels of obesity. “Well then…” he smirked, holding his fat guy by his hips and pulling him in for another kiss. “I guess I’ll be pumping you full of some more shake later,” he whispered, kissing Matty more passionately now, his hands wandering. “You’re going to be such an enormous piggy…”
Inwardly, Matty smiled to himself. He always knew when Jake was losing control of his arousal. Names like ‘piggy’ and ‘hog’ slipped out of his mouth in a way that they never did at any other time. “Hold it there…” Matty laughed. “You’ve got to leave for work.”
“Just let me call in sick and feed you all day long…” Jake growled back, leaning in again to resume kissing. “I want to play with that fat ass so much!”
Matty chuckled, pushing an eager Jake back. “It’s time for work,” he reminded him, knowing that the guy wouldn’t shake that boner all day long.
Jake frowned in disappointment, but nodded his head. “Okay… okay,” he chanted, more to himself than anyone else, trying to calm his own lust. “But you’d best be ready to chug like never before when I get back!”
Matty reached under his stomach and jiggled the entire mass of belly fat that had accumulated. “Have I ever let you down?” he teased.
Later, as Matty settled down for his first meal of the day, he chuckled at the thought of Jake trying to cope in work, knowing that his huge lover was just at home, feeding himself fatter. A whole tray of novelty doughnuts arrived before lunch, with a note inside that read ‘Eat up, Piggy!’ It certainly wasn’t unusual for Jake to make these little offerings and gestures, but it never failed to amuse Matty, thinking how hard Jake would have been putting that order in from his computer at work. And, with all this enthusiasm surrounding him, there was no way Matty wasn’t going to be up at least a couple of pounds by the end of the week.
“You know, there’s quite a feedism scene in this city, apparently,” Jake commented as he sat back on the couch gently stroking the hair of a bloated, overstuffed and oversexed Matty, lying with his head on his lap.
“Oh, yeah?” Matty smiled, gazing up at his lover. “Are you saying you’d like to start having fun with gainers again? Like before my accident?”
Jake shook his head. “I have no intentions of ever sharing you with anyone else again,” he smiled sweetly. “But I’d still get quite a buzz from showing you off at a couple of events; make a few guys jealous at how big and lardy you’ve become.”
Matty chuckled at that. He loved to be shown off. Since moving here, Jake had taken them to the coast on more days than he could count; belly swollen up like a beach ball and paraded around in overly revealing swimwear. “Sure, I could go for that…” he nodded, knowing that it would be a great incentive to help him overeat tomorrow.
It was almost surprising how much input Jake wanted on the outfit Matty was to wear for their first feedism event, held in a small kink bar across the city. Something tight fitting, but not too extreme; something that stretched across the butt to emphasise its width, but also didn’t distract too much from the large ball-belly shape that had been gathering pace as 400lbs came ever closer. Meanwhile, Jake’s clothes were effortless. He’d worked hard on building up even more mass in his shoulders at his new gym and the perfectly fitted shirt draped across them like it was custom made. They’d never looked so contrasting, nor felt so excited for a night out.
From the moment they walked in, the pair garnered attention. Some recognised Jake from a few of years earlier when he had been prolific on the gainer socials, searching for potential matches for him and the old Matty to fuck and play with. On Matty’s insistence, they kept it quiet that he’d once been a feeder too. He wasn’t interested in explaining how well he had fattened himself up, nor the reasons for his great shift. All he wanted was to be seen as the enormous fat guy he could at last feel himself becoming. It aroused him to think that people could assume he had always been so lardy; that he had struggled to control his appetite and keep his weight in check, failing constantly until he had become such a spherical guy, dating the kinkiest of feeders.
And, oh! There were plenty of feeders in that night! Matty could feel their eyes staring at him keenly, like wolves hunting out their prey. Whenever Jake disappeared to get more drinks, one or two would come up to him and express their delight in his perfectly fat body.
“So, is that guy your boyfriend?” asked one of them; a cheeky, handsome and muscular stud at least a couple of years younger than Jake.
“He is,” Matty smiled, knowing that he would disappoint the clearly kinky fat-lover.
“And… are you guys open, or…” the guy rambled on. He had that cheeky look in his eyes that he knew he could use to ask the most outrageous of questions and still get away with it.
Matty simply shook his head.
The guy sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “You’re missing out,” he replied. “There are so many guys here who could feed you up so much fatter than you are now.”
“Is that so?” Matty asked, amused by the idea.
“We’d blow you up like you’ve never seen before,” the guy nodded, as certain as the most confident of salesmen. “Have you ever been with another feeder?”
Matty hesitated. The answer wasn’t as simple as it seemed. “Well… no,” he stuttered. Without his memories from before two and a half years ago, he could genuinely say that he had no feedism experience with anyone other than Jake.
“I bet he has loads of experience with fatties, though?” the unimpressed guy pointed across at Jake, who was finally getting served at the bar.
Matty nodded. “Yeah…” he admitted softly. “He’s been with hundreds of them.”
Raising his eyebrows, the feeder finally shrugged, as if his point had been well made. “That doesn’t really seem fair, does it?” he sighed, slinking off before Jake came back to the table.
Matty’s mind pondered the thought over the next few weeks. Jake was the best lover and boyfriend he could ever ask for, but was Matty doing himself a disservice by not experiencing what it was like with other feeders? Jake had made it abundantly clear that his old days of sleeping around with as many fatties as possible were long behind him. He didn’t want to invite anyone else into their relationship. He was settled, monogamous and deeply satisfied with his lot. But how could Matty say that he was happy to let go of all other possible experiences? He didn’t even know what else he could be missing out on.
Nagging doubts began to gnaw away at him. The more feedism events they went to, the more Matty became certain that there was an aspect of his life he had missed. He’d found Prince Charming all too soon, without the thrill of kissing a few frogs along the way.
“What an asshole, handing you his number like that!” growled Jake after shoving a guy away from Matty once he’d got back from the rest room one night.
“He was just being friendly!” Matty shot back, annoyed at the scene Jake had created.
They’d left early, quietly a little cross with each other.
“I just don’t understand how he thought it was okay to give you his number,” Jake grumbled once the conversation had resumed back at home.
“Well, maybe I feel like I might have missed out on something. I don’t remember any of the kinky stuff I used to get up to,” Matty explained calmly.
Jake seemed genuinely taken aback. “What’re you saying?” he asked “You want to sleep with other feeders? That guy was a total sleaze!”
Matty shrugged. “I don’t know what I want!” he shouted. “It’s just… that fucking accident made me lose so much. I can’t help but sometimes wish I had the chance to re-experience some of the things I missed.”
Jake got up, shaking his head in disgust, then took himself to bed, leaving Matty all on his own to question whether he had just ruined everything.
Jake had already left for the gym before Matty woke up the next morning. He’d believed that talking about his doubts to Jake would make him feel better. As it was, he’d never felt worse. He couldn’t eat or settle to anything, wanting to know just how heartbroken Jake was feeling right now. He’d been a fool to gamble his entire relationship based upon the idea that he could one day be fed by some other feeder. Jake was the only one who could ever make him happy, and he’d known that from the start.
Jake arrived back about midday, breathless, as though he had been running about the city all morning. He carried bags of treats from expensive patisseries, expensive clothing outlets that still catered for Matty’s size, and one from a jewelers in the middle of the financial district.
“I’m so sorry,” Jake blasted, dumping everything on the counter top and rushing over to Matty on the couch, immediately embracing him. “I guess I never thought about things from your perspective. It never occurred to me that you might feel…”
“I was just being stupid!” Matty jumped in, ready to show Jake how sorry he was about it all.
“You know I’ll support you with whatever you want to do,” Jake nodded emphatically. “If you want to invite other feeders over, or go back to their place, we can make it work. I just don’t ever want to lose you.”
Matty was touched. “That’s never going to happen,” he replied, kissing Jake. “I love you. You’re the only one I want!”
Jake was suddenly lowering himself onto one knee and gazing up at Matty with a deadly serious look on his face. “I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time,” he smiled, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a beautiful golden ring. “Will you marry me?”
Matty suddenly felt like his head had been kicked by a horse. His brain swirled on a spin cycle and when his eyes finally focussed in again, Jake was holding his face sweetly, his eyes full of concern.
“What’s wrong?” the big stud asked, clearly alarmed.
“I’m not marriage material,” Matty whispered.
Jake’s eyes were large and innocent. “You don’t want to get married?” he asked, his voice full of hurt in that moment.
Matty held his forehead, unable to believe what was happening to him as he dropped down onto the couch with Jake. “It’s what my mother always used to say to me,” he replied, almost breathless due to the racing of his heart. “I remember saying it to you in the car, right before the accident!”
“Matty…that’s….” Jake stuttered. “Are you saying to remember something from before?”
Still holding his forehead, Matty’s eyes were darting around the room. “I remember everything!” he blasted. The doctors had told him that if his memories were to return, they could do so in dribs and drabs, and that it was all a very gradual process. No one had ever suggested to him that it could happen like this: all at once and in pristine condition.
“Are you sure?” Jake asked, so excited that he rose to his feet, pulling Matty up with him. “Are you one hundred percent certain?”
Matty nodded and kept on nodding. “Yes!” he smiled widely. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Jake immediately kissed him, full of joy and happiness. “We need to phone your mom!” he cried, pulling out his cell phone from his back pocket.
“Oh, I don’t think so!” Matty shot back. “That bitch set me up with Boring Ben!” he chuckled, now even more horrified with himself than ever before. “She can wait!”
Jake laughed hard, rubbing his own head in disbelief now and starting to pace. “I can’t believe it!” he blasted, finally returning to his spot and holding Matty’s hands lovingly. “Hello again!” he chuckled, looking straight into Matty’s eyes and seeing the old him once more. Then, suddenly, his smile dropped and his eyes widened in realisation. “This changes everything, doesn’t it?” he mumbled, gazing at his enormous lover. He stepped back, as if seeing for the first time what had happened to Matty’s perfect body in the years that had elapsed since.
Matty’s grin was not so easily washed away. “Yes, it does,” he nodded. “Now I know, with absolute certainty, that I’m about to marry the best man… the best friend… the best feeder there is. The only one I ever want.”
Jake slipped onto his knee again and slid the ring onto Matty’s chubby finger; his face serious, showing that this was something he was adamantly committed to. They kissed yet again, dropping onto the sofa where the springs finally gave their final, fatal squeal, and one side of the cushioned seat dropped without any strength left in it.
The pair laughed hard and long; utterly exhilarated by everything; happier than they had ever been in their entire lives. “I guess we’re going shopping for a new couch!” Matty at last composed himself to say. “An extra strong one!”
Jake grabbed a roll of Matty’s lardy stomach fat and jiggled it. “Are we still doing this?” he asked, wondering how the fat man’s feelings may have changed since getting his memories back.
“Oh, absolutely!” Matty nodded, grabbing his own fat as well; marvelling at it all.
“Should I have tried harder to stop you?” Jake asked, finally able to pose the question he had pondered for so long. Did the old Matty resent the fact that Jake hadn’t tried harder to stop his fat kinks from taking over?
“You were perfect!” Matty simply replied. “And, if I’m honest, I always knew it would end up this way… eventually.”
“You did?” Jake scoffed. “You never told me that!”
“Yeah… because I knew what would happen if I did!” Matty grinned, presenting his large, fattened body as proof. “I used to fantastise about it all the time when we were out playing together. It was… maybe… not something I imagined happening this soon… Hitting 450lbs before my thirtieth birthday was not exactly on my to-do list,” he laughed. “But I’d always secretly dreamed of being one of those fatties I’d watch you getting so much pleasure from fucking!”
“And you’ve given me so much pleasure!” Jake growled, arousal taking over him as he rubbed Matty’s giant stomach.
“Oh, I know I have!” Matty chuckled, enjoying the sensation of Jake’s strong hands feeling him up. It was always the same: rubs turned to kisses, turned jiggles; until strong Jake was so horny he could hardly string a sentence together. “You’re such a kinky fucker!”
“How about we destroy this couch a little more before we phone up the doctors and start telling people what’s happened?” Jake asked, standing briefly to remove his shirt, pants and underwear, before climbing back onto the lardy specimen still sprawled out on the cushions. He could slide his dick into any roll of fat, press that soft skin over his hardness and climax with ease.
“Oh, be careful!” Matty teased. “That’s definitely going to give me a ravenous appetite afterwards…”
“Don’t you worry about that,” Jake smirked, beginning to worship the fat body before him. “Now you’ve got your memories back, we’ve got twice the feeder expertise on hand to keep you nice and stuffed all day long…”
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