The Cottage Part 2
Part 2
The summer keeps on going at warp speed it feels like. I know that every summer goes by faster than the last but this one in particular has just gone by with a snap of my fingers. I still feel like as fast as it has gone by though, it still has managed to go by a bit slower being out of the city life and just being able to relax a bit more up here. Honestly it feels nice as hell not stressing over the little things like I am used to.
I’ve just kept up with the same routine as I have the first half, just working throughout the week and hanging out with Ben or fixing up my place a little bit by myself. Don’t get me wrong Ben helps a lot though, god knows he’s always been a handy guy who likes a solid task to finish. The guy gives off golden retriever energy in that regard. Whenever he helps we always manage to get a fair bit done which makes my life so much easier/ I’m just happy that together we can get mostly everything done instead of needing to bring in some contractor.
“Hey man, what’s on the list of things to do today?” Ben asks me as he walks up to me. I’m just putting up some new lights on the front of the garage right now.
“Just putting up some new lights for now. I was thinking we could finally get that new light fixture hung up in the entryway since it just got here earlier today,” I tell him as I finish screwing the light bulb in.
“I’m down for that,” Ben says. “I did just send in an order for pizza though since I had a feeling you’d be putting me to work again,” he tells me with a laugh at the end. “Had a beer or two before I came over so you are going to have to drive since the delivery guy is on vacation.”
“Yeah, yeah yeah,” I say. “If I didn’t know any better I would think that you just come over here to get a meal, big guy,” I finish with a poke at Ben’s belly.
Since our tanning day, the guy has absolutely grown. I mean it's been about a month and Ben has kept up with gaining about 5 pounds a week. Seeing as July has been a long month, that means Ben is up around 25 pounds since over the last week he has been packing it away even more than normal. On this particular day, Ben not only has a shelf for an ass but his shorts are looking particularly painted on. His legs already were tree trunk size but now with the extra weight, they really are huge and just are looking even more massive in these baby blue shorts that he decided were the move today. As for his upper body, Ben has made it a point to keep up with the gym with all of his eating so he's managed to put on some more muscle in addition to fat and his arms and pecs are looking absolutely massive. It almost looks cartoonish of how round he’s getting. Big round arms and a barrel chest only make him look intimidating until you see his gut. The thing has to be a good 50 inches around at this point and truly resembles a basketball with how round it is. The gut definitely helps combat the intimidation factor of all of his muscles for sure and just makes him look like a giant and jacked teddy bear if I do say so myself.
“Hey this body needs a lot of fuel these days and the less I gotta do to get said fuel, the happier I am,” Ben tells me with a couple thumps on his gut and gives me a smile.
“I mean shit, you about eat me out of house and home but hey that means less of a chance I have to eat all this junk I get for whenever you’re over so I can’t complain.”
“I’m just trying to shield you from the scary calories,” Ben tells me with a laugh.
“Mhm, I’m sure that’s it,” I say with a laugh back. “Have you ever been in my car before? I feel like you always drive that giant pickup everywhere. Now you can see that I in fact don’t drive a roller skate and actually drive a full size car meant for big guys like you,” I end with a hand thumping Ben’s gut as we walk to my car.
“I’ll try my best to fit but don’t yell at me if your shocks on one side go out if we keep doing this,” Ben says and we both laugh.
Ben ends up getting into the car with a slight bit of awkwardness as he tries to sit down into the seat but finds some difficulty with his thighs bumping up against the bottom of his belly. Sitting down in the car Ben tells me how surprised he is that he actually fits pretty decently and even has a bit of room as well.
“See? I told you you would be surprised. You aren’t that big,” I tell him with a bit of a laugh and a poke in his gut.
“Yet,” Ben says quickly after and gives his belly a rub.
We get to the pizza place and sure enough I find out Ben has managed to order enough for a family of four with three pizzas. He knows I only eat half a pie but turns out he is used to eating two by himself now. Today is different though because he got some bread too along with the usual dessert.
“Have fun with your party man!” The college aged cashier tells me.
“Oh for sure,” I say with a smile as I sign my receipt and give a carryout tip.
As I’m walking back to the car I see Ben folding up a wrapper and then looking back at his phone. Thankfully Ben still has lap space and his gut hasn’t taken it all up yet so he can hold the boxes there.
“Dude you’re that hungry?” I ask him nodding toward the wrapper in the cup holder.
“Yeah, I just needed some protein real quick so I don’t get too hangry.”
“My guy, it's a ten minute drive back to our places.”
“Yeah, I haven't eaten in a few hours though and I just remembered I had it in my pocket. My stomach growled when I realized I had it so who am I to say no?”
“Fair enough big guy, fair enough.”
By the time we get back to my place Ben looks like he is about ready to rip into the food and the second he is sitting down at the bar in the kitchen he rips into one of his pizza boxes. Before long, Ben is on pizza box number two and has downed over half of the bread.
“Dude I’m so hungry tonight,” he tells me. “I don’t know what it is today.”
“I’m not sure man but you sure are going to town over there.”
Sure enough, Ben’s t-shirt has started to ride up a little bit. Nothing crazy, but you can see the bottom little bit of his underbelly. I guess that happens when you have to keep leaning forward to get another slice and then lean back to eat it. That and between kind of squirming around I can tell Ben is starting to get full. Between the loud burps and occasional hand rub on his gut, I can tell the big guy is succeeding in plowing through the food.
“I can get you the rest of my box if you want some more Ben,” I tell him as he looks over towards my box of pizza.
“Nah you don’t need to do that. I already ate more than I should have,” Ben replies with both hands on the sides of his gut. “My fatass ate all the bread except for one slice and the dessert.” Ben has a bit of an embarrassed look on his face as he says this to me which normally isn’t there but I guess is understandable after eating 2 and a half pizzas, almost all of an order of cheesy bread, and then an order of 10 cookies too.
“To be fair you always eat all of the dessert we get because you know I’m not a fan of sweets and I was unaware you even planned on getting the cheesy bread so I don’t care,” I tell him honestly.
“Yeah I guess … still made a total … pig out of myself though…” Ben punctuates with burps as he rubs his swollen gut.
“Nahhh,” I tell him as I get up. “You’ll have made a total pig out of yourself after you finish my half,” I finish as I set the pizza down in front of him.
“Oh I can’t do that man,” Ben burps out. “I’d explode.”
“Hey you said you wanted to indulge so here I am as your friend saying now is the time to indulge man,” I say to Ben as I give his arm a playful punch and sit back down next to him at the bar.
“Dude I don’t know. What about that light?”
“Okay Ben I’m going to be real blunt with you here. You aren’t gonna be able to help with that at all tonight judging by how much you stuffed yourself already so you might as well just go for a new pizza record and that can be our renovation plan for the night. More of an addition than a remodel though the more you think about it,” I finish with a laugh and a nod to Ben’s belly. At this point, it’s more than just a sliver of gut coming out of the bottom of his shirt. It has ridden up to just below his belly button and Ben immediately becomes aware of this when he rubs the side of his gut and moves his hands down a bit more than he had been keeping them before. Ben’s face immediately goes red and the blush travels down his neck.
“Okay you may be right,” Ben says with a nervous laugh as he tries to tug his shirt down with no success.
“Just to keep with the bluntness I think that shirt is toast my guy,” I say with a smile and give the shelf of Ben’s gut a thump. I laugh when he burps in response to me giving his gut a squeeze after I thump it another time.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he says with a bit of a nervous laugh and another burp. “Honestly, I thought I had stretched it out enough since I didn’t feel a breeze or anything. I guess I’m just full and fat enough that I'm feeling a bit warm.”
“Hey I mean not to make it weird but no need to keep a shirt on if you’re about to start sweating man. We’re up in the woods, not some city apartment. I’ll go and turn the AC cooler for you too,” I tell Ben as I get up and turn the AC down a few degrees.
I come back to seeing Ben without his shirt on and damn he really has beefed up. I guess the shock on my face is not as hidden as I thought it was when he asks me, “am I really that big now?”
I look up to Ben’s face and his cheeks are red again but I can’t help myself and look back down at his torso. Attached to the front of him is a ball of flesh that honestly looks like a small beachball at this point, no longer the basketball size it had been earlier. Sitting right on top of said beachball sized belly are two cantaloupe sized pecs that are clearly thick with muscle but covered in a layer of fat to only enhance their size and muscular shape. Ben’s belly button looks about crater sized and his nipples are the size of quarters. I have never seen someone so big right in front of me and honestly he only looks even bigger once you notice the huge arms that are framing his midsection.
“Dude you look fucking BULKED!” I can’t help but yell out. “Like seriously you don’t look like crazy fat or anything you just look like one of those strongmen in the offseason with huge arms, a giant barrel chest and a fucking gut!”
“And is that a good or a bad thing?” Ben asks me nervously with a hand going behind his neck and another holding the shelf of his gut between his pecs.
“Bro you look awesome, what the hell? Is that even a question?” I ask him, sitting down next to my friend again.
“Seriously?” Ben asks me, still looking pretty nervous.
“Yeah man of course! I wouldn’t lie to you,” I tell him sincerely, which he seems to take as a genuine feeling as his blush starts to die down and he looks a bit happier instead of so nervous again. “I mean you really pull off the look of a big strong guy now. Like it genuinely suits your personality.”
Ben gives what appears to be a sigh of relief and his shoulders relax like a load of nerves was just eliminated. “Honestly I’ve been kinda going through some self-consciousness feelings about my body lately so that makes me really happy to hear,” Ben says with a smile and looking down at the gut attached to him.
“Have things been rough with Sammy lately? Or have you just been feeling self-conscious in general?” I ask.
“Oh no we’re doing great,” Ben says quickly. “If anything she’s been all over me even more since I’ve beefed up. I just have been seeing myself in mirrors and windows around town lately and I just didn’t realize how big I’ve been getting until now. I mean I weighed 298 pounds this morning and it just kind of really hit me that I’ve blown up. You saw what I was wearing,” Ben adds, “I haven’t gotten new clothes because I thought the stuff I had was fitting fine. Meanwhile I’m almost 20 pounds heavier than my highest weight ever.”
“Well hey man, I mean I’ve noticed a difference for sure about you,” I tell Ben, putting a hand on his shoulder when he looks a little nervous about the first part of my statement. “You seem more yourself and just happier lately so if a bit of a gut is a side effect from enjoying life then who gives a fuck?”
Ben immediately looks happier and less nervous and then proceeds to throw me a cocky grin after I take my hand back off of his shoulder and lean back into my bar stool. “You really are calling this thing just a bit of a gut?” he asks me as he sits up and throws his shoulders back, causing his belly to jut out like the mound of fat and muscle that it is. Obviously Ben was not thinking he was as big as he is because with that same movement, he nearly topples himself over on the bar stool from how fast his gut hits the bar counter and pushes himself backwards. Luckily Ben grabs onto the counter and I grab the back of the bar stool to stop it from falling over.
“Okay you’re right it's definitely more than just a little bit of a gut,” I tell him with a laugh.
With that, Ben ends up leaning forward to grab one of the five remaining slices in the pizza box to munch on as we talk about memories of the both of us growing up. The pizza is quickly eaten and Ben and I move to the living room so the poor guy can lay down.
“Dude I am so full,” Ben says laying down on the couch.
“Yeah you look like you’re about to pop, big guy,” I say as I walk by him and set a beer down next to him. “I feel like I just had a science experiment where I tried to see what happens if you just keep letting a tick eat,” I tell him with a laugh as I give his gut a couple of pokes and then a quick rub.
“Okay not to be weird but that feels so fucking good I can barely even move right now and that is perfect,” Ben says as I rub his gut.
“Look I’ll do it for a second but you’re going to have to learn how to be a gut owner and do this on your own,” I tell him as I continue to rub his belly for another few seconds before I sit down in one of the arm chairs facing the couch. It’s only then that I notice that his shorts are unbuttoned and his belly has pushed the zipper down. “Dude you really are a big boy now, you can’t even keep your shorts buttoned?” I ask Ben with a laugh.
“Nah dude those things came undone the second you looked away when we were getting in your car to get pizza. I was scared I was going to pop the button in your car if I didn’t,” Ben laughs out.
We talk for a while longer and we both start to get tired. “Alright man I’m exhausted from this week I need to get some sleep,” I say as I stand up.
“Same here,” Ben says but not making an effort to get up. “If you don’t mind, I’m just going to sleep here tonight since Sammy is gone for the weekend on some girls trip and if I’m being honest I don’t know if I can stand up with the current state of this gut,” Ben finishes as he pats his full sounding gut to make it more dramatic.
“Hey, you can sleep in the guest room. We just finished that last weekend so might as well make use out of it and not give my couch a huge dent in the middle of it from you,” I joke with him. “Plus we gotta see if all that food got you past the big 3-0-0,” I say, putting a pause in between every number and giving Ben’s gut a thump on each number as well.
“Look I’m fine with that but I’m dead serious when I say that I am so stuffed I really can’t get up right now if you don’t help me out.” With that being said, Ben reaches an arm out and I help hoist the man to his feet. It takes a second attempt but we manage and then the floating blimp of a gut attached to a man is mobile. We head to my bathroom since that’s where the scale is and I set it out in the middle of the bathroom which thankfully is a bit spacious.
“Gotta make sure you aren’t cheating and using the towel rack to hold your belly up or something,” I joke with him and I set it down.
“Dude even if it was, I don’t think it would make that big of a difference,” he laughs out. “Also I’m going to need some help here. I can't really see past this thing,” Ben says with a nervous laugh.
“Oh that’s right, you’re kinda fat now,” I say with a laugh and a smile. “I’ll help you out here big guy.” I proceed to put a hand on each side of his gut and guide him onto the scale. It angrily flashes a couple of times to start up and then proceeds to put up a set of numbers. I look at them and can’t help but to smile and shake my head a bit.
“Oh god,” Ben says. “How bad is it?”
“306 my guy,” I tell him with a pat on the stomach and a nice rub.
“Well shit,” he says. “I guess you really are fattening me up, huh?”
“As your friend, I think that’s kind of my job at this point, big guy.”
With that, we joke around for another minute before Ben heads to the redone guest room and crashes there and I pass out in my bed.
Since that night where we weighed Ben after his personal pizza party, he’s become so much more confident in his everyday life. Sure he was happier with his growing body but it was obvious that he wasn’t totally comfortable with it though. Now it’s just wild how confident the guy is. I think I’ve more often than not seen him without a shirt these days. Ben has also become unapologetic when it comes to unbuttoning his pants or shorts when he has to get into my car. After I drove us to get pizza that night he seems to have come to the realization that he can indeed fit into it.
“I get called ‘big guy’ all the time in the gym now,” Ben tells me as he pops one of the chocolates we just got from the bakery into his mouth. “It’s fucking awesome. Especially when they come up to me and ask me for workout tips.”
“Listen man, you’ve got a gut on you but you’ve got some guns and tree trunks too,” I say back to him pulling into my driveway. We had just gotten done shopping for some new house improvement stuff like a new towel rack for the bathroom and that kind of stuff.
“Yeah this thing is a power belly,” Ben says as he gets out of the car and pulls his shirt off. He makes sure to give it a couple pats before he takes the box of baked goods and bag of chocolates we got from the bakery out of the back seat.
I grab the stuff for the house out of my side of the back seats and we walk inside. Ben had a bit of an issue opening the door in front of him with the bag of chocolates since he had an awkward hold on it so he uses his belly to bump the door open more before he looks back and gives me a laugh.
“That thing might be a power belly but it seems like it's pretty practical too,” I tell him as we sit down in the living room and I hand him a plate.
“More than you know man,” he tells me and then places a plate full of doughnuts on the top of his belly. “Even serves as a shelf in desperate times,” Ben says laughing and taking a doughnut from the plate.
“Damn, you really are getting fat man,” I reiterate to Ben.
We hang out and finish the baked goods. By “we” I mean I had a doughnut and a muffin while Ben had the rest of the box and the bag of chocolates. The poor guy is stuffed and ends up passing out for a quick twenty minute power nap so I take the opportunity to switch some laundry over.
“What are you doing with little kid clothes?” Ben asks me, surprising the hell out of me.
“Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” I yell at him while he starts laughing his ass off. “Dude how the fuck are you this big and you still can somehow manage to sneak up on me?”
“I don’t … know … but that was … so fucking … funny,” Ben somehow manages to get out in between laughs.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I tell him and start folding some more laundry again. “Dude you can't even bend over and laugh anymore because your gut just gets in the way. Honestly how the fuck did I not hear your big ass?”
I’m not exaggerating either, the poor guy is bent over as far as he can go with his gut in the way which admittedly isn’t very far. After all that baking went into his gut it truly just looks like he swallowed a beach ball and it managed to stay inflated. Ben is truly stuffed to the point where even as hard as he’s laughing his gut doesn't even rise and fall.
“I guess I’m still light on my feet huh? Must’ve been all that football training,” Ben says finally calming down. “For real though, what are you doing with kids' clothes?” he asks, holding up one of my shirts.
“Dude those are mine,” I tell him with a laugh of my own.
“No shit,” he says, turning the shirt around to look at the size of it. “It’s a medium. I think I wore those in like freshman and sophomore year of highschool before I put on some muscle. Large’s from junior year out man. I was a kid at that point so I’d say these are kid sizes,” Ben finishes with a firm pat on my shoulder.
“Dude it fits me perfectly, I’m wearing a medium right now.”
“No way that thing is a medium,” Ben tells me, eyeing my shirt. “You’re not THAT much smaller than I am, that’s a medium and fits like that. I’m trying this one on because there is just no fuckin way man.”
And just like that I am leaning against the washing machine watching this 300+ pound man try to pull one of my shirts over his far too bloated and bulked up body. Honestly it’s a sight to see. At first I really don’t think he’s even going to be able to pull it over his broad shoulder but somehow after 30 seconds of struggling he manages to get his head through the hole. After another 30 seconds Ben has managed to unroll the shirt enough to attempt to drag it down over his chest. At this point Ben is now starting to sweat a little and the neck hole looks like its fighting to stretch itself out around his beefy neck while Ben has managed to get the shirt halfway over his still somehow squared but fluffy pecs.
“Oh by all means just watch the big guy struggle,” Ben pants out.
I just laugh and ask him how he wants me to help him.
“Pull it down in the back and then I should be fine, I think it just got rolled and caught up there and then I can get this.”
I walk over and sure enough, the shirt is rolled up in the back which is not helping his assault on the front of the shirt at all.
“Ben this is not going to fit,” I tell him with a laugh.
“I’m going to make it fit, I know I’m big now but I’m not that much bigger than you,” Ben grunts out while getting the hem of the shirt to barely pass his pecs while I pull as hard as I can on the back.
We struggle for another minute but it’s obvious that this thing is not making it any further. The curve of Ben’s belly looks like it would be comparable to a moon. This shirt is sure as hell not making it to the crater of a belly button even further down since that would mean the fabric would have to compete with his love handles that from the back only help him look like a refrigerator. Ben’s face is red and I can see the start of a sweat stain where the hem of the shirt is slightly tucked under his pecs.
“I mean you did say that you wanted to get big,” I tell him with a bit of a laugh and rub the back of my neck looking at Ben in his current state of dress and the giant gut of his in front of him.
“Yeah I guess I just didn’t realize how big I am already though,” Ben pants out and looks down at his belly. “I mean this thing is a crop top on me except it's not even cropped!”
“I think it’s more of a push-up bra than anything if we’re being honest here my guy,” I tell Ben. “I really don’t think that your pecs could get pulled up any further but god knows its not making it down onto your gut at all.”
We both laugh at that one before Ben agrees with me. “This thing really has just blossomed. Honestly that’s half the reason that I just don’t really wear shirts these days. The other half being I just like showing this thing off,” Ben says with a couple pats of his gut.
“Fair enough man I mean hey it might be time to take you shopping for some new stuff then if that’s the case. You’re going to need to wear clothes at some point and at this rate you aren’t even going to have enough to wear to the store to buy more,” I tell him and thump his gut a couple of times as well.
“Yeah that’s fair, that might be a tomorrow thing though. I think I’ve exhausted myself trying to get this skimpy thing you call a shirt on and I need to sit down for a minute.”
With that we head back to the living room and just relax for the rest of the night watching the game. Honestly we both just end up passing out on the couch and I wake up when I hear a noise in the kitchen. Naturally I get up to investigate since the sun is barely out. I walk over to the bar since it’s just out of view from where I was sleeping and see Ben going through the refrigerator with my shirt still on him.
“You need some help there big guy?” I ask him as I sit down on one of the bar stools.
“I think I can find my way around a fridge, Danny,” Ben tells me while giving me a wink.
“Trust me, I am well aware of that judging by the size of that thing,” I tell him with a nod to his gut.
Ben is still shirtless after the whole skin-tight medium incident from earlier in the night but now his belly has a faint bit of a chocolate stain on it from what I can only assume is from the now empty ice cream container sitting next to the sink. He pulls out some cream cheese though and fills the toaster up with two bagels.
“Midnight snack couldn’t hold you over?”
“Nah man, you know me. This thing has a mind of its own and it gets pissed when you don’t listen to it,” Ben tells me with a couple thumps of his gut. “I’m kind of a big boy these days if you forgot.”
I can’t even attempt to hide the laugh before it comes out. “Yeah that's about as easy to miss as a neon pink T-rex in the middle of town. Nobody is going to miss the memo on that one Benny-boy.”