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Liam and Diego: fatter is better (Ch. 1)

Lardia’s secrets (Ch. 1)

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Chapter 6 - Brothers' fight

Loren stepped closer to Luke, his thick thighs brushing against each other, making him look heavier than he really was. In the end, he was the youngest brother—eighteen years old—and not as well-fed as the others. His hair was golden, his eyes blue, and despite his weight, his round cheeks pressed against his flushed lips.

“You think I haven’t noticed?” Loren said, scanning Luke from head to toe. Luke stood frozen, a small pastry still in his hand. There was something unsettling about the scene. A boy of nearly three hundred pounds was moving slowly but directly toward a paralyzed Luke, curled into a corner. Loren’s hips bounced with every step he took. He wasn’t particularly well dressed—his shirt bore sweat stains around the armpits, and it revealed a glimpse of his belly. “My brother’s taken a liking to you, huh? Lucky you, skinny boy. But your kind doesn’t last long here. It’s only a matter of time before Augustus gets tired of you—like he gets tired of everything… everything except food. He just keeps getting fatter. If father and mother could see him now! Get up, trash, and get out of here!” Loren shouted, kicking Luke in the thigh.

At that moment, Augustus appeared in the doorway.

“Shut up, Loren, you meddling runt!” he shouted. “Go to your room, or you won’t get breakfast.”

Loren turned and glared at him. “I’m not going to let this sack of bones eat my food. You give me less every day, you greedy pig.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Loren was the youngest, so whenever something went wrong, his portions were the first to suffer. But the truth was more complicated. Their parents had once planned a fair distribution of food among the four brothers. However, after taking control of the estate, Augustus had changed everything, increasing his own share year after year. And while Loren might have been the least obese of the brothers, he was certainly not the least gluttonous. He had always had a massive appetite. When they were younger, he even seemed the oldest—tall, always eating whatever he could get his hands on. But after he turned ten, that changed, and he began eating only what was given to him.

Loren exploded in anger.

“Well, look what I do now,” he said, grabbing a whole turkey, tearing off a leg, and devouring it with fury and hunger.

“Give me that! I’ll report you to the council!” Augustus shouted, lunging toward him. It had been years since Augustus had moved with such determination. So much so that on his second step, his massive thigh failed him, and he lost his balance, collapsing onto Loren.

More than four hundred pounds of pure fat crashed down on Loren’s body. Together, they were nearly seven hundred and fifty pounds on the floor, surrounded by food. Loren lay trapped, unable to move—his legs buried beneath Augustus’s enormous belly, completely hidden. Augustus lay face down, unable even to turn. His huge backside rose from the mass of flesh like a hill, his tight pants stretched to their limit.

“Run, Luke—take the chance and get out. We’re fine.”

Luke didn’t know what to do—help, or run like a rat without saying a word. He hesitated for a moment, then chose to listen. If anyone else found him there, he was as good as dead.

He got up and ran.

The brothers remained on the floor all night, until the servants arrived. The protocol was clear: for someone of Augustus’s size and status, it took five men to lift him—Brian among them—and even then, it wasn’t easy. Augustus was to exert as little effort as possible. He was ordered to remain in bed for the next forty-eight hours and undergo a medical check.

Loren also needed help getting up. His legs had gone completely numb after hours beneath his brother’s weight. He too was ordered to rest for several days. His legs had suffered badly.

Days later, Augustus and Loren reached an agreement.

Loren’s intake would be increased—more than his other brothers—and everything Luke ate would be deducted from Augustus’s share. In return, Loren would say nothing.

Loren was pleased. He ate constantly, almost like an animal. The rules of Lardia were clear—food was to be eaten with elegance, without haste. But Loren was different. He devoured food like a beast. It was never enough, and now, confined to bed with no duties to fulfill, he had nothing else to do.

Over those weeks, Loren gained noticeable weight—far too much to go unnoticed.

Things were not going as well in Augustus’s room.

Accustomed to eating more than he needed, Augustus now couldn’t. For days, he had been distant with Luke, offering him less food than before. Augustus wanted to be the fattest boy in the district—it was the only thing that excited him: to eat, to grow, to gain power.

Even Luke’s devotion no longer lifted his spirits—the way he admired him, the way he touched and praised his body. Augustus had always enjoyed being worshipped, his massive form admired without question. But now… something had changed.

Luke understood this clearly.

He had to do something.

He couldn’t stay stuck at two hundred and thirty pounds.

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Chapter 11 - A seal in the locker room

Steve took off his shirt. Beneath it, enormous pectorals—fully defined—were still slightly damp from the shower. What stood out most about that huge, muscular body, however, were his arms. Steve trained them several times a week. He always made sure to keep them visible to others; they were what he valued most about his physique. His arms were very thick and sharply defined, drawing attention from anyone who saw them. Despite Steve’s height—nearly 6ft 6’—they still looked massive.

Below his chest, a row of abs led down into a sharply defined V. His pants concealed a noticeable bulge. Steve stared at Liam, and after biting his lip, stepped closer and said:

“You’ve really gotten chubby, huh? Shame we won’t have you on the rugby team anymore…” —he added, as he prodded Liam’s new, soft belly.

“W-what are you doing, Steve?” Liam stammered, frozen in place.

“Come on… don’t play innocent. You love it. You’ve turned into a seal, and you love that, don’t you?” he said, looking him up and down, taking in his new, soft and sweaty body.

“And who do you think you are to say that to me?” Liam snapped angrily, swinging his arms toward Steve’s in an attempt to push him away.

But when Liam felt those massive, muscular arms, he couldn’t help it. His expression shifted from anger to confusion. He looked Steve up and down again—now much closer, barely twenty centimeters away. Steve was half a head taller, so imposing, so strong… His gaze was clear and direct. Steve carried himself like someone who didn’t care what others thought—confident, handsome, tall, powerful—the king of the locker room…

Liam’s belly brushed against Steve’s abdomen. Steve responded by placing a hand on Liam’s soft midsection, something Liam still wasn’t used to.

“You’re a very handsome little pig, you know that?” Steve whispered, running his other hand through Liam’s blond hair. “There’s nothing wrong with you spending your time eating donuts and burgers now…” At that moment, his right hand squeezed Liam’s belly firmly.

They bumped into a locker, and Steve immediately leaned in to kiss him. Liam closed his eyes and let himself go. The kiss escalated quickly—Steve was burning with desire; he had never been with a guy of that size before. In fact, he rarely even kissed guys. Their tongues tangled constantly as Steve’s hands moved up and down, exploring and squeezing the new places where Liam had begun to store fat.

Suddenly, the sound of the door broke the moment. Both turned to look. No one was there. But Liam snapped back to reality, as if waking from a dream. His expression changed—he grew nervous, pushed Steve away, and went straight for his bag.

“No one can find out about this, Steve.”

“Relax, chubby,” he replied. “Who’s going to care about this?”

Liam pulled on his shirt and hurried out of the room while Steve remained still, watching him leave from the spot where they had just kissed.

Damn, he’s got a great ass, he thought.

Liam walked home quickly, breathing heavily, feeling his thighs rub together with each step. It was raining, but he didn’t care—he was still shaken from what had happened in the locker room.

What just happened? What am I turning into?

Liam didn’t understand himself anymore. The university year had only just begun, and everything was already turned upside down. Steve Harrison had just pinned him against a locker—Steve Harrison was gay! And worst of all… he had liked it. He had liked being called a seal, a pig—even though he felt deeply ashamed.

Is this what I’m becoming? he wondered, glancing down at his thick thighs bouncing with each step, reddened from friction.

Liam arrived home and went straight to the kitchen. There was too much tension built up inside him.

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Chapter 5 - The high castes

The district council hall stood at the center of the city, a heavy stone building designed less for beauty and more for permanence. Its doors were wide, its corridors broad, its furniture reinforced—everything built with the same quiet understanding that power, in Lardia, had weight.

Augustus arrived carried in a padded transport chair, guided by two attendants who moved with practiced ease. In the political and government buildings it was forbidden for political and rulers to walk.

Inside, the hall was already full.

Men of different ranks gathered in clusters, their bodies telling their status before they even spoke. Some were large in the way Augustus was—broad, heavy, clearly rising. Others were bigger still, their size making movement slow and deliberate, their presence commanding space without effort.

And then there were those above.

At the far end of the chamber, seated on reinforced platforms rather than standard chairs, were the regidores.

Augustus noticed him immediately. The man was enormous.

Easily over 650 pounds, his body spread across a custom seat that seemed built entirely around him. His stomach rested heavily outward, his arms thick and still, his neck almost blending into his shoulders. He did not move unless necessary—and when he did, several attendants adjusted around him, ensuring he never had to strain.

He was not just large. He was extremely obese. His extremely huge amounts of fat defined all his body. Even it seemed it was tiring for him to pronounce a single word.

Augustus watched him longer than he intended to. He really liked him, his enormous chubby cheeks, double chin, the fat stored in his forearms, his fat fingers… Everything on him was obese to the maximum. Augustus could only think about how much that young man must eat to keep that body. He was so sexy.

The man spoke at one point, his voice calm, measured. Others listened without interruption. Decisions seemed to orbit around him.

Augustus adjusted slightly in his seat, aware of his own body, his own weight—substantial, respected… but still not at that level.

Not yet.

Around him, the council continued. There were other figures too: mid-ranking officials with controlled physiques, advisors who hovered between lean efficiency and strategic weight gain, younger heirs like himself, each at different stages of their progression. But any of them was less than 300 pounds, that was the minimum weight to enter those kinds of buildings.

Some looked at Augustus with interest. Others with calculation.

He belonged there now—and Augustus plans’ were not to keep his current size. He wanted more.

—

Meanwhile, in the kitchens of the residence, Luke moved very differently.

There were no observers here. No expectations—at least, not openly. Only opportunity. The kitchens were never empty of food. Even between meals, there were trays left aside, ingredients prepared, dishes half-finished or cooling. It was excess by design. And Luke had learned the patterns.

He knew when the staff changed shifts. When attention drifted. When he could slip in unnoticed.

At first, he had taken small amounts. Now… not anymore. He ate quickly, standing at the edge of preparation tables, barely pausing between bites. Bread, meat, sweets—whatever he could reach. There was a tension in it, a quiet urgency. He knew it was risky. If he was caught, there would be consequences. But that almost made it worse. Or better. He wasn’t just eating because Augustus told him to anymore. He wanted it.

His body, still adjusting, still changing, responded with a constant pull. Hunger that didn’t quite fade, even after eating. A heaviness that had become familiar instead of uncomfortable.

That afternoon, he had gone too far. He didn’t notice at first. Too focused, too absorbed in the act, in the rhythm of taking and eating, taking and eating. Burger after burger, cake after cake… the amounts he was secretly eating were approaching to Augustus ones. Even we could say Luke had already become bigger than his cousin Brian. A good belly had shaped and his face looked a lot chubbier.

Then, a voice behind him broke it.

“Careful.”

Luke froze. Slowly, he turned.

At the entrance of the kitchen stood a young man, leaning slightly against the doorframe as if he had been there for a while. He was not as large as Augustus—but he was far from small.

His weight was carried differently. Around 300 pounds, but distributed low, through wide hips and thick, heavy legs that gave him a grounded, almost immovable stance. His upper body was softer, less imposing, but his lower half anchored him in place. His posture was relaxed, but there was control in it. He had been watching. Luke said nothing.

The young man stepped forward, unhurried.

“You’re not very subtle,” he added, glancing briefly at the food, then back at Luke. There was no anger in his tone. Just observation.

“You must be the one he brought in.”

Luke’s expression shifted slightly.

The man smiled, faintly. “I’m Soren,” he said. “Augustus’s brother.”

And just like that, everything Luke had been doing in secret no longer felt hidden at all.

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Chapter 4 - The city

The city of Lardia was nothing like the village.

As you got closer to the center, the streets became wider, the ground smoother and cleaner, and the houses grew in size and presence. It wasn’t flashy luxury like in stories, but something heavier, more solid, as if everything had been built to support large bodies and abundant lives. Doors were wider, chairs stronger, carriages reinforced.

And the people…

The people were something else.

Luke had never seen so many large bodies together. Men with wide bellies resting on their thighs when they sat down, thick necks that almost hid their jaws, heavy arms that moved slowly, almost with a kind of majesty. Some walked with help, others barely moved at all. But they all shared something: confidence. Power. Presence.

They were the center of the world.

Augustus had reached that world.

After passing 400 pounds at the weighing, his rise was immediate. He was given a residence in the city and, with it, a new way of living. He ate better, more often, with no real limit. It was no longer just about maintaining his size: now it was controlled, strategic growth. His body had to keep expanding, but carefully, with intention. It was an investment.

The celebration of his rise was organized just a few days later, in a villa owned by several members of his new caste. That house showed a different level: large rooms, long tables always full, deep armchairs designed for bodies that could not stay upright for long. The air was thick with food, conversation, and a constant feeling of indulgence.

Augustus fit perfectly there.

He wore finer fabrics, although his clothes were already starting to feel tight in certain areas. His belly, fuller than ever after days of celebration, clearly shaped his silhouette under the shirt. He moved less than before, not because he had to, but because he no longer needed to. He had learned quickly: at this level, movement was optional, almost unnecessary.

That night he ate without hurry, but without stopping.

Rich dishes, heavy sauces, constant desserts. His body responded as always: accepting everything, storing it, adapting. There came a point when he barely sat upright anymore, leaning back, breathing a bit heavier, satisfied, almost sleepy from the abundance.

And that was when Luke appeared.

He had not been at the weighing. He had not traveled with him. But he had found a way to reach the city… and to get close.

Dressed as a waiter, more discreet than the others, Luke moved around the villa carrying trays. But he was no longer the thin boy who had first entered the baron’s house. Months of food, leftovers, and encounters had changed his body. His cheeks were fuller, his waist less defined, his movements heavier. Nothing compared to the men in the room, but enough to not stand out as much.

And enough for Augustus to notice him instantly.

Their eyes met from across the room.

Augustus smiled slowly, satisfied, as if this was exactly what he had expected.

Later, when the party went on and many guests were barely moving from their seats, Luke slipped into a quieter part of the villa. Augustus took longer, but eventually followed, guided more by impulse than by urgency.

When they met, there was no surprise, only recognition.

Augustus let himself drop into a nearby seat, heavy, clearly full after hours of eating. His hand rested on his abdomen, as if it were completely natural. He looked Luke up and down, taking in every change.

“You’ve changed,” he said, with a mix of approval and curiosity.

Luke didn’t answer right away, but he didn’t look away either.

The silence between them was different now. Heavier. More aware.

Augustus raised his hand slightly, signaling him to come closer. Luke did, feeling the difference: it was no longer just attraction, but also social distance, power, expectation.

Still, when they were close, everything else seemed to fade for a moment.

Augustus studied him carefully, almost with pride.

“You still have a long way to go,” he added with a slight smile. “But you’re on the right path.”

Then, without ceremony, he took some food from a nearby tray—small sweets, easy to eat—and offered it to him directly. Not as a casual gesture, but as something more intentional.

Luke hesitated for a second… and accepted.

Augustus watched him as he ate, calm, confident, almost possessive in a broader sense: like someone who sees potential in something he wants to keep close.

“If you want to stay here…” he continued, lowering his voice, “you’ll have to grow more. Much more.”

He paused, adjusting himself in the seat, clearly heavy and full, but completely comfortable in his new place.

“I want you to come with me. Everywhere.”

Luke felt the weight of those words as much as the food in his hands.

The villa was still full of laughter, large bodies, and power.

And he was right on the edge of it all.

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Chapter 10 - Back to Rugby

Liam hadn’t really planned to come back.

But there he was anyway, standing at the edge of the field, adjusting a jersey that didn’t quite fit like it used to. It was tighter. Much tighter.

The fabric stretched across his torso, clinging to him in a way that made everything obvious—especially his stomach, which pushed slightly against the front when he moved. He tugged it down more than once, but it didn’t help much.

A couple of guys noticed immediately.

“Damn, Liam,” one of them said with a smirk, “that shirt’s fighting for its life.” A few chuckles followed.

Liam forced a grin and jogged in to join them.

The warm-up started, and it didn’t take long for things to go wrong.

He felt heavy—slower, less stable. Every sprint took more effort than it should have, his breathing turning rough far too quickly. The shirt stuck to him as sweat built up, outlining his body in a way he couldn’t ignore. By the second drill, he was already lagging behind. By the third, it was obvious.

“Come on, Liam, keep up!” someone shouted.

“I am,” he shot back, but it didn’t sound convincing—not even to himself.

Then came contact. This used to be his strength. Not anymore.

The first hit pushed him back harder than expected. His footing slipped, his balance gone for just a second too long. On the second try, he overcompensated, bracing too early, and got turned easily, stumbling sideways in a way that drew a louder reaction.

“Shit, he’s lost it,” someone muttered—not quietly enough.

More laughs this time.

By the end of it, Liam was exhausted, hands on his hips, chest rising fast, jersey riding up slightly no matter how many times he pulled it down.

The coach barely looked at him. “We’ll let you know.” That was all.

The locker room was worse.

At first it was just noise—talk, jokes, movement—but as soon as Liam pulled off his shirt, the tone shifted. Not silence. Something else.

“Jesus, mate…”

“Where’d that come from?”

“Bulking season gone wrong, huh?”

Laughter echoed off the tiles.

Liam froze for a second before continuing, slower now. Without the jersey, there was no hiding it. His body was bigger, softer, less defined. His stomach stood out more than it used to, his chest heavier, everything lacking the tightness they all remembered. He could feel their eyes on him. Lingering.

“Careful,” another guy added, “you keep going like that, you won’t fit through the scrum.”

More laughter.

Liam grabbed his stuff, jaw tight, pretending not to hear.

But he did. Every word.

One by one, they left. Still joking, still throwing comments behind them as they went.

Until the room was almost empty.

“Hey.”

Liam looked up. Steve.

Leaning casually against the lockers, arms crossed, broad and solid as ever.

“Stay a sec,” he said.

Liam frowned. “Why?”

Steve shrugged slightly. “Just… stay.”

There was no mocking in his voice. That alone made it different. Liam hesitated, then nodded.

“Alright.”

👉 Chapter 11

👉 Chapter 9

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Chapter 3 - Those months at the house

The visits became a habit.

What had started as curiosity slowly turned into something Luke needed. Days felt longer when he didn’t go, nights emptier. So he kept returning, always careful, always unnoticed.

And Augustus was always there. Their connection grew naturally. At first, they spoke little, but soon words came easier, and silence became just as meaningful. Luke would sit close—sometimes beside him, sometimes near his chair—and little by little that distance disappeared. The first time Augustus leaned in, it was slow and certain at the same time, as if he already knew Luke wouldn’t move away. And he didn’t. After that, those quiet moments became part of their routine, brief but enough to stay with Luke long after he left. It wasn’t just that. It was the way Augustus looked at him. Not just noticing—but judging, measuring. Approving. And Luke was changing.

At first, he didn’t think much about the food. Augustus always offered him something, and refusing felt strange. So he accepted. A pastry, then bread, then meat, then sweets. Soon he was eating every time he visited—and taking food home as well.

Weeks turned into months.

His clothes grew tighter, his face a little fuller, his body softer. He moved a bit slower after eating, felt heavier in a way that was new to him. By the third month, the change was clear. He had gained weight—maybe 20-30lbs. Not extreme, but noticeable.

Augustus saw it before anyone else. “You look better,” he said once, with a faint smile. “You’re starting to fit in.”

Luke also began to understand the family.

He rarely saw them directly, but he noticed enough. Elira, Augustus’s sister, was quiet and observant, already carrying some weight but still active, managing parts of the house with calm authority. Tomas, the oldest brother after Augustus, was clearly being shaped—heavier, slower, already removed from any real work. Iven followed, watched closely, and Soren, the youngest, was still small but already treated differently from the village children.

“They’ll all grow,” Augustus said once. “But I go first, maybe a bit further.” There was no doubt in his voice. Then he took, a couple of little pies, and devoured them instantly. It was not only hungry or gluttonry, Augustus also enjoyed showing his ability to pig out, that explained by itself the size and power of him and his house.

And Augustus himself made everything clear.

Luke began to notice the pattern. Food arrived constantly—small portions, but often. Rich, soft, easy to eat. He rarely moved, and when he did, it was deliberate, never rushed. Servants adjusted his clothes regularly, bringing slightly larger ones each time. Nothing was accidental. It was controlled. Intentional.

“They’re doing it right,” Augustus said one day, resting back in his chair, one hand on his stomach. “Slow, steady. No waste.”

He glanced at Luke. “I want it this way.”

There was no shame. No hesitation. Only satisfaction.

“In Lardia,” he continued, “this is what matters. And I’m good at it.”

Luke believed him. Augustus wasn’t passive. He wasn’t simply being fed. He was choosing it. Growing into it. Owning it.

One afternoon, Augustus seemed more focused than usual.

“They’re taking me to the city,” he said.

“For what?” Luke asked.

“A weighing.”

Luke understood immediately.

“I’m close,” Augustus added, a hint of pride in his voice.

“How much?”

Augustus looked at him directly. “Four hundred pounds.”

The number didn’t feel like a goal. It felt like a victory already decided.

“When I reach it,” Augustus said, “things change. Not just here. Everywhere.”

Luke nodded slowly. “Will you come back?”

Augustus smiled slightly. “Of course. This is mine.”

Luke gently took Augustus’s shirt off. He stared intently at his large torso and squeezed one of his pecs. “You can really tell—you’ve gotten quite fat,” Luke said.

“Thanks, little one,” Augustus replied. “Make me yours one last time before my trip. This big belly of mine is going to miss you.”

Luke and Augustus didn’t just have sex once that afternoon—Luke was far too turned on by Augustus’s size to stop, especially knowing he wouldn’t get another chance the next day. They spent about an hour in bed, one thing leading to another. In the end, they lay there talking, staring at the ceiling, covered in sweat but more relaxed than ever, holding hands.

Then, after a pause, his tone shifted—more direct, more personal. “And you should be here when I do.”

Luke felt something settle inside him. Augustus looked at him again, more critically this time.

“You’re better,” he said. “But not enough.”

Luke frowned.

“You’re still too thin,” Augustus continued. “If you want to stay here… if you want to stay with me… you need to grow.”

He leaned forward slightly, his presence filling the space between them. “I don’t want you visiting,” he said. “I want you here. With me. Part of this.”

Luke didn’t answer, but he didn’t look away either.

Augustus reached for a tray and handed him a piece of bread, thick and rich. “Eat.”

Luke took it.

“More.”

Another piece. Then another.

Augustus watched him closely, calm, assured. “You’ll get used to it,” he said. “And you’ll like it.”

Luke kept eating, slower at first, then without thinking. The food was heavy, filling, but something in Augustus’s gaze made it easy to continue.

When he finally stopped, Augustus pushed a wrapped bundle toward him—larger than usual.

“Take it,” he said. “Don’t waste time.”

Luke held it.

“If you want this,” Augustus added quietly, “you have to become part of it.”

This time, it didn’t sound like a suggestion. It sounded like a path.

That night, walking home with Brian, Luke barely spoke. But his mind was clear. He would go back. And next time… he wouldn’t just be visiting.

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Chapter 2 - The heir

Luke woke up before dawn, his body tense with anticipation. The house was still dark, and the cold air slipped through the cracks in the walls. He got dressed quietly and went to the kitchen, where Brian was already eating.

“Eat something,” Brian said.

Luke shook his head. He couldn’t. His stomach felt tight, not from hunger but from nerves.

They set off as the first light appeared. The familiar dirt paths felt different that morning. As they got closer, the land changed—the fields were better kept, the fences repaired, the animals healthier. Then Luke saw the baron’s house. It wasn’t a palace: the walls were worn, patched in places, and the structure looked like it had been expanded over time without much care for appearance. But compared to the rest of the village, it was huge and full of life. People moved constantly in and out, carrying sacks and trays, and the smell of food filled the air.

Inside, everything was practical. No decoration, no luxury—just rooms for storing, cooking, and eating. The floors were worn smooth, the walls plain. Brian stopped near a stairway and looked at Luke seriously.

“You stay in the basement, with the service. Don’t wander. And don’t go near the heir’s rooms.”

Luke frowned slightly. “The heir?”

“Augustus,” Brian said. “The baron’s eldest son. All this will be his.”

Brian left, and Luke stayed in the basement for a while. It was full of activity—pots boiling, hands working, food everywhere. Even here, there was more than Luke had ever seen. But no one paid much attention to him, and soon curiosity pulled him toward the stairs.

Upstairs, the house grew quieter. The air was warmer, heavier, and the smell of food was stronger. There were trays on tables, half-eaten meals, cups with thick drinks. It was clear that here, food was always within reach. Luke walked slowly, heart pounding, until he saw a door slightly open. He pushed it.

The room inside was large but simple. A wide bed, a reinforced chair, a table crowded with food. Plates, bread, pastries, jugs—some finished, others barely touched. And there, sitting in the chair, was Augustus.

Luke stopped.

Augustus was big, clearly heavier than anyone Luke had seen up close, but not immobile. His body was broad and soft, his belly full and rounded over his lap, his chest thick, his arms heavy but relaxed at his sides. He looked well-fed, well-kept, his skin pale from spending most of his time indoors. He shifted slightly in the chair, slowly but without struggle, as if movement simply wasn’t something he needed to do often.

It was clear what he was.

The heir.

Everything in that house existed to support him. In Lardia, weight meant status, and Augustus was being carefully maintained, steadily growing into his role. He didn’t work, didn’t need to. Food was brought to him, clothes prepared for him, his time left free. He was not neglected—he was cultivated.

“Who are you?” Augustus asked, his voice calm.

“I’m Luke… Brian’s cousin.”

Augustus looked at him, taking in his thin arms and narrow frame.

“You’re very thin,” he said.

Luke felt suddenly aware of his own body.

“Come closer,” Augustus added.

Luke stepped forward. Up close, Augustus felt solid and warm, his size noticeable but not overwhelming. There was a quiet confidence in the way he sat, in how everything around him was arranged for his comfort.

“Help me dress,” he said, pointing to a shirt nearby.

Luke picked it up. It was wide, made to fit Augustus comfortably. He helped him put it on, guiding the fabric over his shoulders and down across his chest and belly. Augustus lifted his arms slightly when needed, cooperating easily. It took a bit of adjustment, but nothing difficult. Augustus didn’t rush him. He was used to this. At one point, their hands touched briefly. Augustus’s skin was warm, heavy. When they finished, Augustus leaned back again, breathing slowly.

Then he reached to the side and picked up a small pastry. He looked at it… then at Luke. “Take one.”

Luke did. The taste was overwhelming. Sweet, soft, rich. His body reacted immediately.

Augustus watched him eat. “You’ve never had this,” he said.

Luke shook his head.

Augustus took a bite of his own pastry, slowly. “They feed me well here,” he added.

It wasn’t pride. Just a fact.

Luke glanced around the room again. At the food, the space, the calm. At Augustus.

For a moment, neither spoke. There was something in the silence, a quiet understanding, a shared curiosity.

Then footsteps echoed faintly in the hallway.

“I should go,” Luke said.

Augustus nodded. “Come back.”

Luke left quickly, his heart racing.

That evening, walking back home with Brian, Luke barely spoke. Brian talked about work, about the house, about the baron, but Luke wasn’t listening. His mind was still in that room—with Augustus, with the food, with the feeling he couldn’t quite explain.

“I’ll go back,” he thought.

And this time, it wasn’t just curiosity

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Chapter 9 - The dinner

Diego arrived at Liam’s apartment a few minutes later.

The door was already open.

“Come in,” Liam called from inside.

Diego stepped in, a bit unsure. The apartment wasn’t as tidy as he expected. Clothes were draped over a chair, a couple of empty bottles sat on a low table, and there were random things scattered around—books, gym gear, a half-open bag on the floor. It felt lived-in. Messy, but real.

From the kitchen came the sound of pans and oil.

Liam was already cooking.

“You made it,” he said, glancing back briefly.

“Yeah.”

“Sit wherever,” Liam added. “I’m almost done.”

Diego sat, hands on his thighs, looking around again. The place felt more relaxed than he expected. Less pressure.

From the kitchen, Liam spoke again.

“Hope you’re hungry.”

Diego let out a small laugh. “Yeah… you could say that.”

⸻

Liam was cooking a lot.

On the stove, there were burgers sizzling in a pan, the smell of fat and salt filling the room. In the oven, frozen fries were crisping up. On the counter, there were open sauce bottles—ketchup, barbecue, mayo—along with a box of nuggets he had just finished heating. There was also bread, cheese, and a couple of extra things he had thrown together without thinking too much.

It wasn’t fancy.

But it was a lot.

When he finally brought everything to the table, Diego raised his eyebrows.

“That’s… quite a bit.”

Liam shrugged. “Better too much than not enough.”

They both sat down.

Liam started eating normally. Slower. Controlled.

But his attention didn’t stay on his own plate for long.

Because Diego didn’t eat like that.

Diego went straight in.

No hesitation.

He grabbed food quickly, almost urgently, like he’d been holding back for hours. Bite after bite, barely pausing, barely taking time to breathe. He switched between nuggets, fries, burgers—sometimes not even finishing one before reaching for another.

Sauce didn’t stay on the plate. It ended up on his fingers, around his mouth.

At one point, a drop fell onto his shirt, right in the middle of his chest. He noticed, rubbed it briefly with his hand… and kept going.

Liam watched.

And ate too—but slower, almost absent-mindedly.

Every now and then, Diego mumbled something with his mouth half full, then continued. There was something restless about it. Not just hunger—something more anxious, like he needed to keep going.

“Hey,” Liam said at one point, trying to sound casual, “you don’t have to rush.”

Diego glanced up, chewing, slightly embarrassed. He swallowed quickly.

“Sorry. I just… yeah.”

“It’s fine,” Liam said. And it was. More than fine.

Diego slowed down for maybe ten seconds.

Then went right back to it.

Liam didn’t look away this time.

He kept eating, but his focus stayed on Diego—on the way he moved, the way he didn’t filter himself at all. No pretending. No trying to look good.

It did something to him.

Something he didn’t fully understand—but couldn’t ignore either.

By the time they were done, the table looked like a mess.

Empty wrappers. Plates smeared with sauce. Glasses half-finished.

Diego leaned back slightly, breathing heavier than before.

“Sorry,” he said, quieter now. “I kind of… went all in.”

Liam gave a small smile. “I noticed.”

Diego let out an awkward laugh, looking down at his shirt. “Yeah. I made a mess.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

There was a pause.

Then Liam stood up.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go to my room.”

⸻

The shift was quick.

Not rushed—but clear.

Diego followed him without asking questions.

Once inside, they stopped.

Liam looked at him for a second.

“That’s how you eat, huh?” he said, watching Diego, who was still catching his breath.

Diego gave a small, embarrassed smile. “Yeah… I like eating. Sorry. When I’m comfortable, I kind of lose control.”

Liam nodded slowly. “I think I get that. It’s been happening to me more than I’d like lately.”

He reached out and wiped a bit of sauce from Diego’s cheek with his finger.

“Look,” Liam added, lightly grabbing his own stomach with both hands, “I’m starting to get a belly too.”

Diego shook his head. “I don’t think it’s that bad. You look really good…”

Liam smirked slightly. “You think so, chubby?”

He seemed unsure right after saying it.

But Diego didn’t react badly.

If anything, something in the way Liam said it—the way he looked at him—made it land differently.

Like it wasn’t an insult.

“Then what should I call you?” Diego said, a bit more confident now. “Handsome?”

Liam stepped closer.

“Call me whatever you want,” he said quietly. “But just… kiss me already.”

They moved together again.

Closer this time. No hesitation.

Liam’s hands explored Diego’s back, his sides—getting used to the size, the softness, the weight of him. At some point he just started squeezing Diego’s huge buttock. Diego reacted immediately, pressing forward, instinctively closing the distance between them.

They stumbled slightly, bumping into the wall, and making Liam a prisioner between Diego’s soft belly and the wall.

The intensity built quickly.

Liam was extremely turned on, more than he had ever been with any of those girls. He struggled to breathe under the pressure of Diego’s body against him. After a couple of minutes, he pushed Diego back with his strong, gym-built arms. Diego rocked backward and fell onto the bed. It was the first time in years that someone’s force had actually made him lose his balance. Liam was so strong… and so attractive.

But when Diego’s weight hit the bed, it gave way like paper, collapsing and losing its legs beneath them.

They both froze.

“…Did that just happen?” Liam said.

Diego looked horrified. “I swear I didn’t—”

Liam laughed, shaking his head. “It’s fine. It was already bad.” That was just what Liam needed to completely get turned on. He quickly jumped onto Diego’s fatness and started kissing all his soft and obese body.

What happened after that stayed in that room.

Later, they lay there anyway, making do with what was left of the bed.

The room was quiet.

Diego stared at the ceiling. “I should probably go.”

Liam turned his head, resting an arm over Diego’s soft side, absent-mindedly tracing small movements with his hand.

“You can stay.”

A short pause.

“…If you want.”

Diego hesitated. Then nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

They didn’t say much after that. And they stayed like that until morning.

👉 Chapter 10

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Chapter 8 - Belly against belly

What he saw in front of him was astonishing. Diego was completely absorbed in his enormous, high-calorie feast. With one hand, he grabbed two nuggets and dipped them into sauce; in the other, he held a burger, switching bites from one to the other every few seconds. After five bites, the burger was gone. He unwrapped another and started again, as if on autopilot. His face was smeared with sauce, and a couple of stains marked his T-shirt around the chest. The distance the food had to travel to his mouth was not small, especially considering the size of his belly.

Liam couldn’t help himself. He placed a hand on Diego’s soft, yielding shoulder and greeted him.

“Hey. I saw you here and wanted to check if you were okay. I never asked how things ended after the elevator incident,” he said, unable to hide his surprise as he took in the scene.

Diego looked up and immediately flushed. It was the handsome guy from the elevator. He had definitely put on some weight, but he was still incredibly attractive. This is so embarrassing, Diego thought. He must think I’m disgusting. He hesitated, unsure of what to do—his mouth was full, his hands occupied.

The conversation stretched on, mostly thanks to Liam. He guided it gently, making sure Diego felt at ease. Eventually, he joined him, pulling his own meal from the bag. After a few minutes, they both stood to leave. Liam pointed out the stains on Diego’s shirt, and Diego quickly excused himself, heading to the bathroom.

Inside, he tried to clean the marks with paper, but it barely helped. After checking that he was alone, he pulled off his shirt and began scrubbing the fabric with water and soap.

Outside, Liam waited, scrolling through his phone. A message from his girlfriend sat on the screen, telling him his things were waiting at her apartment. He had been standing there for a while now. Too long. Something felt off.

He finally stepped into the bathroom, still glancing at his phone. He opened the door—and almost immediately walked straight into Diego.

His face bumped against Diego’s arm, soft and heavy. Diego’s back was broad, his body full and warm. Diego turned, and suddenly they were face to face again, just like in the elevator.

Liam hesitated, unsure of what to say.

“Wow… that’s some arm. I wish mine were that big,” he said, the words coming out instinctively, like he was joking with his rugby teammates. But the moment felt strange. He had never been drawn to a guy like this before—never mind someone so different from himself.

Diego stammered, his words tangled and unclear, his face turning red once more.

Then, in a sudden moment of calm, Liam raised his hand and gently pressed a finger to Diego’s lips, silencing him. He leaned closer.

They held each other’s gaze for a few long seconds.

Their bodies met—belly against belly. Diego’s was soft and heavy, yielding; Liam’s firmer, with a hint of muscle beneath. The contrast was impossible to ignore.

Liam closed the distance and kissed him.

His hand rested on Diego’s side, feeling the warmth and softness there. Diego let himself go, surrendering to the moment, his shirt slipping from his hand to the floor. Their bodies pressed together, awkward, imperfect—but neither of them seemed to care anymore.

👉 Chapter 7

👉Chapter 9

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New Series! - Lardia’s secrets

Chapter 1 - Introducing Lardia

The door opened, and in front of the whole family stood cousin Brian. In his hands, he carried a couple of bags full of fast food. The whole family had been eagerly waiting for him for days—for what he was bringing, and for all the stories he would tell.

Brian was the typical perfect guy that every family has. Tall, handsome, smart… he had gotten an important job and helped at home whenever he could. So far, everything might sound quite normal to the reader, but there is something we are leaving out: Brian was the fattest guy in the whole family. At 6ft 1’m tall, he weighed around 220 pounds, with a body softer and more flabby than one would expect from a 20-year-old.

And yes, for the O’Connor family, Brian was by far the biggest. The family was very poor, farmers with barely any freedom, and they had spent all their resources on feeding Brian and helping him grow into a big man. From a young age, they had noticed that he gained weight more easily than his cousins, and based on that, they had chosen him.

The result had paid off. For the first time in years, the O’Connor family—where all the men were extremely thin, many close to malnourished—had managed to get one of their members working in the house of a “chunky man.” In Lardia, that was how the system worked: the heavier you were, the better. The more you weighed, the higher your social status, and therefore, the greater your wealth. And the wealthier you were, the easier it was to get food and keep gaining weight—it was a vicious circle. The system was very strict, and most of the population lived in conditions similar to the O’Connor family, working as farmers and struggling just to get enough food. Because of this, in large families like the O’Connors, who could sometimes gather a bit more food, it was common to invest a big part of their resources into feeding one child well, so that he could grow and move up in social class. This was done both for the child, to give him a better life, and for the family, so he could help support them for as long as possible. The O’Connor family is my family. My name is Luke, and I am writing these memories in case they ever reach someone outside Lardia, so they can know my story and my achievements.

For days, I had everything ready… I was not going to stay at home as just another skinny boy with no future. The next day, I would leave with Brian to go to the baron’s house. That was where Brian worked, assisting the baron with his finances. He didn’t actually have a noble title, but in the village everyone called him “the baron.” He was just a free man who, along with his family, belonged to what was known as the “chunkies” caste.

In every village, there were one or more families like this. They usually owned all the land and allowed farmers like us to stay out of what they called “kindness,” so that we could work their land. The “chunkies” usually did not go over 400 pounds. They were much more obese than the rest of the villagers, but only up to a certain limit—what their class and wealth allowed. They also had a lower limit of 300 pounds.

Tomorrow I would finally see the baron’s house—a place where there was food everywhere, where men had huge bellies and barely left the house. The house of fat and privilege. That night, I couldn’t sleep thinking about it.

If the lector is interested, @yourcutechubs will be publishing an AI pic of how the characters from my stories would look. Of course erotica gives you the freedom to imagine Brian the sexiest way you can, and I encourage you to keep it that way. But just in case you need it, here is the link:

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Chapter 7 - Sport may save me

The last time he had weighed himself, Liam was under 200 pounds. 200 was very far from his current weight… 270, and the worst part was that he had probably lost quite a bit of muscle. In a moment of anxiety, Liam decided to go out for a run and remind his body what cardio felt like. The sports pants and shirt he found were too small for him, and if anyone he knew had seen him like that, they probably wouldn’t have let him go out.

Once outside, Liam started his usual route. But he quickly noticed how much his body had changed. His belly, now round and heavy, kept bouncing with every step. His chest, now bigger, also bounced and rubbed against his shirt. His legs no longer felt strong and light—they felt soft and heavy, and his thighs rubbed together, causing discomfort. He could even feel his large backside (since much of the weight he had gained had gone there) bouncing and quickly getting sweaty, pulling his shorts between his cheeks in a way that felt very uncomfortable.

Liam managed to run for two minutes before ending up completely exhausted, drenched in sweat, with his breathing and heart rate out of control. Just a few months ago, he could run for an hour as a warm-up at a good pace. How he had become so overweight and lazy made no sense to him. His stomach growled—he hadn’t had breakfast like he usually did, and his body noticed. At the end of the street, he saw a sign for a burger place: breakfast deal—sandwich, soft drink, and croissant for £5. Liam headed straight there.

When he went in and ordered at the counter (the guy behind the counter looked surprised by Liam’s size and outfit), Liam wondered if he should really eat that. After all, a sandwich and a pastry couldn’t be that many calories, and he had done some exercise… This thought was suddenly interrupted when the worker asked if he wanted anything else. Liam couldn’t control himself and ordered another full meal, plus a large Oreo milkshake.

When he got his food, he headed toward the door, but then noticed that at a table in the back of the restaurant there was a very large guy eating several trays full of food. He was the only customer in the place. Liam stared at him—it was clearly Diego. The scene was surreal. He was eating what looked like enough food for a couple of whole families, alone, sitting on a stool, probably because his huge, soft belly didn’t fit between the bench and the table. Liam couldn’t help himself and walked over to say hello.

👉Chapter 6

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Chapter 6 - Liam is out of control

Liam burped and tossed the last chicken bone, completely stripped clean, onto the plate. He had just devoured a whole roast chicken and two large kebab meals, on top of finishing all the fries from his girlfriend’s order. His girlfriend, Kim—a stunning brunette who had every guy in the neighborhood wrapped around her finger—stared at him, as if admiring a piece of modern art without quite knowing what to say. She took a breath and said it: she wasn’t interested in continuing the relationship.

After Liam asked her why, Kim simply looked him up and down and gestured at him. The scene was something to behold. Liam was sitting there in a posture more reminiscent of a sloth, slumped into his chair. He had grease and sauce stains around his mouth and on his shirt, not to mention his belly, which was visible at the bottom where his poor, stretched-out T-shirt could no longer contain it. Kim grabbed her purse and left.

Liam kept turning it over in his head as he walked home. His stomach felt incredibly heavy, and there was a slight chill on the part that had been left exposed. They had gone to the kebab place three times in the past week… not exactly a romantic plan. What was happening to Liam? Why had he been eating so much lately? He had an uncontrollable appetite—he loved stuffing himself with junk food endlessly.

When he got home, he went straight to the kitchen, grabbed a jar of Nutella and a spoon, and started eating it straight from the jar while sitting on the couch watching football. Just as he was about to finish it, the button on his pants popped off and flew across the room—a scene witnessed by one of his roommates. The roommate just said, “Bro, if you keep this up, there’s no way they’ll take you on the rugby team.”

It was obvious they wouldn’t. Liam’s endurance had been wrecked after a summer of doing nothing. Gathering his courage, before going to bed he went to weigh himself, completely naked—he was afraid even the smallest thing might affect the scale and make him weigh more than he actually did. Liam knew the number would be higher than last time. He hadn’t weighed himself since before the summer. And he was right—or rather, even his expectations fell far short of reality.

After seeing the result, Liam went to bed, alarmed. The bed let out a loud crack as his body dropped onto it…

What was happening to him?

👉 Chapter 7

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Chapter 5 - Too fat to get out of the lift

The elevator had not stopped level with the floor. There was a gap of about 70 centimeters to get out. Liam grabbed one of his friends’ hands, and with a bit of momentum from his muscular leg, he managed to get out easily. Liam’s friends all played rugby on the university team, so they were quite big and chunky. A couple of them were absolute units, even heavier than the “new Liam.”

Seeing the situation (a boy of enormous proportions who needed to be helped out of the elevator), Liam raised his voice to call these two big, strong guys, who were at the back of the hall talking about who knows what nonsense. Between them and Liam himself, they tried to offer their hands to Diego. Maybe with their great strength they could have pulled him out, but Diego’s hands were far too sweaty. Well, that and the fact that it was physically impossible for him to lift his leg high enough to overcome the height difference between the elevator and the floor. His belly was too enormous and heavy.

They spent between five and ten minutes trying to get him out, with no success. Even more of Liam’s friends joined the effort, linking together to try to apply more force. The embarrassment Diego felt that day would perhaps be the greatest of his life. An elevator stopped because of his extreme obesity, and a team of rugby players unable to get him out. All he wanted was to go home and eat brownies until he fell asleep.

Luckily, at that moment, the elevator started moving again and reached the floor. The technician had managed to fix it.

The scene was somewhere between pathetic and bleak: that extremely obese boy, with a huge belly and chest hanging down, nothing on his body was in place. Completely covered in sweat without having done anything. A large circle of people had formed around them; the scene caught everyone’s attention. Little by little, the crowd dispersed, and the athletes headed off to their classes. Liam’s friends commented on how fat that boy was.

-How did you end up getting in there with that whale, Liam?

-I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much fat on a person.

-It’s a miracle the elevator cable didn’t snap and send you all to the center of the Earth.

-No way, guys! Didn’t you see Liam? The elevator stopped because of this belly- one of them joked, squeezing a roll of fat on Liam.

They all burst out laughing as they walked away. Liam tried to play along, though he cast one last glance back at that gluttonous but interesting boy.

Diego took a moment to react, but quickly headed to the bathrooms. What embarrassment! He went in and saw that the accessible stall was occupied. Liam had been using that one in recent months since it was more spacious. So he decided to go into a regular stall. He opened the door and took in as much air as possible, though that only made his huge belly rise a few centimeters. He turned sideways and struggled a bit, rocking from side to side to squeeze his flabby body into the stall. His belly looked like a huge gelatinous mass, pressed by the doorframe as if it were a knife. When he finally managed to get his enormous belly and backside inside, he closed the door—though not without difficulty—and sat down.

What a horrible morning. And that guy had been so handsome… what a shame. Now the whole faculty would talk about him as the monstrous, gluttonous boy who got stuck in that elevator.

Meanwhile, Liam was in class, shoulder to shoulder with his friends, many of whom barely fit in their seats. He was wearing his rugby polo tightly fitted, still soaked in sweat… Yet his thoughts weren’t on the lesson. He couldn’t stop thinking about Diego and why being trapped with him had excited him so much. His stomach growled, and everyone looked at him. His mind snapped back to class.

👉 Chapter 4

👉 Chapter 6

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Chapter 3 - I’m a seal, Diego said to himself

It was Diego's turn. After swinging all his body in the chair, he decided to get up. His enormous belly, previously tight when sitting, dropped due to the action of gravity, and under Diego's shirt 2 inches of a hairless, soft and greasy belly could be seen. Diego entered the office with a heavy breathing after getting up. The doctor told him to sit down and he began the checkup. Diego sat down very carefully, he lived in constant fear of breaking a chair due to his weight.

After taking his pulse and listening to his heartbeat, the doctor asked him to get on the scale. Diego's last weigh-in was at the end of 2021 and he was 460 lbs. Diego tried to get up, but he had such an extremely fat belly, ass, and thighs that he had become attached to the chair, with the armrests between Diego's enormous love handle, which doubled in size when he sat down. Diego was dying of shame, how could he be so fat? - Oh God - the doctor said, and hurriedly called two nurses. The nurses were young, one of them had chestnut hair and was green-eyed, strong, he was what we would call a Ken. The other one, black and muscular was even hotter. They should not be older than 25 years.

Both boys, tall and muscled, began to push from the chair, struggling between Diego's enormous, soft and deformed ass, which due to his nerves was even sweatier than usual. After a while of tugging, they decided that the best thing was for Diego to lean on the doctor's table and stand with his ass in the air so the nurses could pull the chair off. Diego leaned on it and the table made a loud creak. Diego couldn't stop sweating, what if the table broke? He was so fat... - You're a walrus - he told himself - a fat, sweaty seal that does nothing but eat - Suddenly, among all the struggling around his body he felt one of the hands squeezing his right buttock, squeezing it very hard… he couldn't see who it was but it didn’t stop, the hand was squeezing different parts of the buttock, as its size was 5 times the size of a normal guy buttock. Diego didn’t know what to think. He felt so ashamed of his enormous and fluffy butt.

After a while, the chair finally came out. Diego and the doctor thanked the two nurses for their work. The doctor said out loud - look Diego, that's what I was telling you before, sport, you've seen how strong these guys are, ha ha ha - The boys walked out the door, but the thinest one, the brunette guy, smiled and winked at Diego. Diego was perplexed, he was completely blushed and dripping with sweat. Has he winked at him? Why? Surely it was in his imagination... but those squeezes on his buttock…. Was the nurse trying to tell him something? The doctor interrupted his thoughts and asked Diego to take off his clothes and get on the scale. When he got on the scale the digits began to increase rapidly. The doctor seemed surprised: wow! -he said- it seems that this scale can't read your weight. No problem, follow me.

His ass and belly, bouncing like two amorphous masses of fat covered in sweat, not only embarrassed him because of the people staring at him, but made him uncomfortable and pulled his skin a lot. Each step he climbed not only involved moving his enormous body, but also withstanding the force of his fat sagging with each bounce. When he arrived at the room, a man of about 40 years old came out. He was enormous, it looked like one of those cases that appeared on TV about morbid obesity, he was riding a scooter and his enormous belly was compressed under pressure between the handlebars and the backrest of the device. "I'm not that fat," he said to himself "but what if that’s me in a few years?" Diego got on the scale. After a few seconds the screen marked his current weight: 595 pounds.

The figure was monstrous. Diego knew that he had gained a little weight, but that much? He had gone on a diet after the pandemic, surely it had a reverse effect on him.

The doctor told him that he had never treated a patient of that weight at that age. He told him what is typically said in these cases, that he was not going to live many years at that rate, that he had to go on a diet... the doctor told him that he had an enormous amount of visceral fat, not to mention the subcutaneous fat, and that he had symptoms of pre-diabetes. Plus his respiratory system was giving it its all just by sitting down. The doctor told him that he had to have an apnea test.

Diego left the consultation scared. I have to lose weight, and this time definitely. Tomorrow I start the diet. He was walking around the city without his jacket, he was sweltering, he had giant sweat stains on the profile of his handles and under his giant tits. His hair was soaked and a huge stain could be seen on his butt. His body swayed sideways with every step he took. His stomach wouldn't stop growling, Diego entered the supermarket.

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Won’t say who of them is my perfect goal 😮‍💨🙂‍↕️

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Chapter 4 - Liam meets Diego in the lift

Diego was exhausted... exhausted and hungry, even if after his medical appointment he had bought a couple of hot dogs and two bags of chips at the supermarket. He would probably buy something from the vending machine before entering class. He was still sweating, even more than before, the ten minute walk had been really tiring for a boy who weighed almost 600 pounds. Diego picked up his bangs, completely soaked as he entered the university hall, and as he always did, he tried to separate his shirt a little from his sweaty and hungry belly. His class was on the first floor, he didn't feel like he had the strength to go up the stairs, and he didn't want the rest of the boys to stare at how hard it was for the fattest boy in the university to climb the stairs. Diego called the elevator and got in, relieved that no one saw him or went up with him.

When the doors were closing he heard footsteps approaching, it was someone running. A voice said – please wait – suddenly, a strong arm entered the elevator and pressed the door opening button. Behind him, an extremely handsome boy, blond, had the appearance of an athlete but was a little fleshy, his clothes were very tight. The smiling boy was grateful for the wait, he was also sweating due to the sprint he had run. Diego leaned back as far as he could. His enormous butt had been crushed against the mirror on the wall, he tried to put his guts in, without any apparent change. The door didn't close. The blonde boy, Liam, told Diego the situation: the doors didn´t close - how uncomfortable - they both thought - Wait, what if… - Liam tried to turn so that the two boys were face to face, he leaned as far as he could towards Diego, and their bellies collided

– What a shame, Diego said to himself

– Wow, what a fat boy, I have never seen someone like that – Liam thought.

The door still didn't close. – Sorry, I'm going to try to put my guts in hahaha – Liam said. Liam took a breath and stuck out his chest, their bellies were very tight, or in other words, Liam was surrounded by Diego's huge, soft belly. They were both extremely sweaty. There was something about this whole situation that Liam liked. Finally, the elevator door closed.

The elevator ride was somewhat uncomfortable. The boys were completely immobile. Suddenly the elevator made a noise and stopped. Both boys were perplexed. Diego looked up: maximum 5 people and 850 pounds. – God, this can't be happening to me – Liam looked at the sign too and was surprised, they couldn't weigh that much between the two of them

– These things are old – he said – no one would expect them to work properly.

- I think what that sign says could be true – said Diego, while taking a breath.

Inside the elevator it was quite hot, both boys were drenched in sweat and the atmosphere was suffocating. Diego began to hyperventilate – I can't – Diego said – I can't stand this. I'm too fat. The elevator is going to fall – Don't worry – Liam said – That's not going to happen, someone is going to get us out of here, get some air – Diego's tears were coming out, he felt humiliated, no one in the world could be this fat. He also had claustrophobia due to his weight and was beginning to feel too overwhelmed - I'm drowning - he said - help me - he pointed to his shirt. Diego couldn't move his arms, they were trapped between the walls of the elevator and his fat rolls. Liam thought he had correctly understood, he raised his arms and stretched out Diego's shirt. His biceps became marked. As Diego's shirt was being opened, a huge chest appeared, increasingly flabby and soft, turning into a pair of gigantic tits. Liam stared, he was captivated by Diego's size, he felt like he had the biggest erection he hasd ever felt. Liam's penis straightened against Diego's huge, hanging out belly with difficulty. Rather we could say that he maintained his position but that he hardened. Diego noticed the rigid lump in his belly, at the level of his navel. - What's happening? – Diego said looking at Liam, who seemed to be in another dimension. Just as he said that the elevator door opened. A couple of technicians were waiting for them outside. Along with them was Liam's group of friends.

👉 Chapter 3