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…”
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.
“Hey Adrian, can I talk to you in my office?” Hayden motioned upstairs.
Adrian nervously followed his rotund boss up the stairs that creaked under their collective weight. The young man could feel his skin begin to break a sweat, less from the physical activity and more out of fear of being let go. He knew he wasn’t great with customers. Plus, he had miscounted money on more than one occasion and even taken down the wrong order a few times. Being a cashier at such a busy bakery was perhaps not his forte. Still, he desperately needed the income since moving out on his own.
Hayden waddled over to one of his reinforced office chairs and plopped down with a sigh. Hayden was a very large man that resembled a cartoon rendering of a baker. His pale skin was soft and fluffy as dough, often flushed pink. Rounded cheeks connected to a pooling double chin that covered the neck opening of his bakers uniform. Adrian felt small in comparison, despite the weight he’d gained since starting at Muffin Tops. He supposed everyone felt small next to Hayden.
“So Adrian,” Hayden continued. “I know you struggle working front of the house. No need to be ashamed. I think your talents might be better suited to working in the kitchen. I notice you like sampling the goods and often have questions about their construction, plus the holiday season is here and we will need all hands on deck. What do you think of that idea?”
“I... uh... yeah, sure I would love to. What does it entail?”
“Well it would technically be a promotion with a small raise and new title. You will shadow head baker Liam for a week, sampling everything he does and learning his technique. When you’re ready, we will turn you loose under strict supervision.”
“Wow, I accept. I’d love that.”
And with that, Adrian was officially a professional baker in training. Feeling radiant, he grabbed a six pack on the way home to his small studio apartment. He planned to celebrate by polishing off some beer and having a gourmet pizza delivered. He relished these small pleasures since his girlfriend moved out a few months ago. Sure, the apartment felt lonely at times, but Adrian enjoyed indulging in beer, take out, and video games without anyone interfering. He had developed a slight paunch since starting at Muffin Tops a few months ago, something his girlfriend detested, and the single life caused his paunch to graduate into a beginner belly. Adrian was fully aware of the weight he was packing on, as his girlfriend would often point it out. He didn’t seem to care though. If he was being frank, he was actually kind of enjoying the spare tire.
The next day, Adrian received a kitchen tour from Liam. Liam was a hefty guy, like most of the employees at Muffin Tops. He had a thick Irish accent and dark hair that seemed to sprout all over his body, from his head, to the ferocious moustache and scruff that clung to his face, and all the way down his body. Dense chest hair sprung from the edges of his shirt and his glistening armpits sandwiched between muscled arms were excessively hirsute. He even sported a hairy lower back and ass crack that was only glimpsed when he bent over.
At 6’4” Liam had an imposing frame and probably weighed about 260 pounds. While chubby he wasn’t anywhere near as rotund as Hayden or the other owner, Diego. Liam was simply an overgrown and well fed man. In the warmer months he wore a wife beater that left little to the imagination. His belly hung over his waistband with a firmness that lent a masculine air to his persona, complemented by the dense fur that curled out from around the thin tank top. Having been hired in the summer, this was how Adrian first met Liam and as a result Adrian always regarded him with a level of fear and admiration. Being on the shorter side himself, Liam cast an imposing shadow for Adrian.
After the tour, Adrian watched as Liam began whipping up a few batches of muffins. When the first dozen came out of the oven Adrian’s mouth watered from the delicious aroma.
“You hungry, boy?” Liam said
Adrian felt embarrassed by how obviously ravenous he was and only nodded his head.
“Good, because at Muffin Tops every dozen pastries is taste tested to ensure quality. And until you get the hang of things you’re going to be my little taste tester. So go ahead, grab one.”
Adrian grabbed a warm chocolate chip muffin from the tray and bit into it. It was as delicious and high quality as everything served at Muffin Tops. Adrian polished off the chocolate muffin and before he knew it there were fresh blueberry ones, and then scones, and then cupcakes, and then tarts, and then cake. By the time it was his lunch break Adrian was stuffed with so many sweets that he was developing a headache from the sugar. He was far from hungry, but he still had lunch to keep him chugging through the day. By the time the bakery closed, Adrian felt nauseatingly full. He couldn’t imagine keeping this up and wanted to protest the constant sampling but was afraid of Liam’s reaction. Besides, if the other bakers could do it so could he.
After a few weeks of shadowing Liam and sampling his wares Adrian had developed a larger capacity and tolerance for consuming so many sweets. He also packed on a solid ten or so pounds around his waist and ass. The weight was really beginning to show as his belly rounded out on his shorter frame. The pudge at his navel was turning into a gut that sloped out from under his chest. Meanwhile his ass became two globs of fat that wobbled noticeably as he walked, barely contained by any of his pants. You are what you eat, and Adrian was a muffin top.
“You’ll be sampling your own creations now,” Liam said proudly as he pushed his plump baby bird out of the nest. “You’ve gotten a taste for how it should be so you’ll know when you make a mistake now.”
Adrian was nervous to begin working independently. Nevertheless, he charged forward full speed ahead. His first several batches were actually a success and by the end of the day he felt accomplished. As Adrian was packing up to head home, he accidentally dropped his keys between the trash compactor and freezer. Turning sideways, he attempted to slide between the two machines and pick them up, but quickly learned he was far too chubby to fit.
“That’s cute you think you’d fit in there,” a voice said.
Adrian turned around to see Liam watching him with his icy blue eyes. Adrian blushed, “It’s all this sampling we have to do. I’m swelling up like the rest of you guys.”
“That’s how Hayden and Diego like it,” Liam grinned and looked Adrian up and down. “We call it the baker’s dozen- those first twelve pounds you pack on when you start baking. It’s not the worst thing. Besides, it’s only November 1st, just wait until later in the month when business picks up. You won’t know what hit ya.”
Adrian struggled to bend over and grabbed his keys. With each step out of the kitchen he could sense Liam’s strong gaze from behind, stirring a sense of anxiety deep within Adrian. Was Liam judging his weight? He hoped he hadn’t made a fool of himself. All Adrian desired was approval from the head baker.
Sure enough, business noticeably picked up the first three weeks of November. Everyone’s shifts were extended and some bakers, including Adrian, were picking up extra days. Adrian found the extra work pleasurable, as it kept him busy and his tummy full. Naturally, as Liam prophesied, Adrian continued to gain weight.
At this point, all of Adrian’s T-shirts were clinging to his hefty body and barely managed to cover him up. This didn’t matter much, as he wore an apron in the kitchen that concealed the tender flesh that was exposed whenever he reached for something or bent over. Outside of work Adrian wore his favorite sweater that used to be oversized but now fit him perfectly. He figured he could get some new T-shirts come spring, but for now he was enjoying his curvier figure and ill-fitting clothes.
The extra weight was particularly comforting as the cold weather drifted in. Adrian felt an unfamiliar desire to constantly eat and sleep whenever he wasn’t working. It was though hibernation was nearing and his body yearned for excess blubber to keep him warm. He found the extra fat piling up under his skin to be insulating and cozy as a warm blanket. The weight felt like a soft hug to himself, especially when he slept. In the last few weeks he developed a deep appreciation for crawling under the crisp sheets of his bed after a long day of work and cuddling up to his doughy self.
It was one week until Thanksgiving and the owners of Muffin Tops, Hayden and his husband Diego, addressed the employees at a team meeting. Hayden looked how he always did, like an oozing marshmallow with limbs. He was as fat and fluffy as any trustworthy baker should be. Diego, on the other hand, had a strong base of muscle which supported the extra 200 or so pounds of fat compacted onto his frame. Looking at them side by side it was hard not to wonder how the two massive men managed to make love.
The meeting went as expected with the bosses extolling a lame “go team” pep talk during one of their busiest times of the year. It was clarified that the experienced bakers would be working on custom orders while everyone else focused on churning out the greatest hits at a high volume. Adrian mentally prepared himself for a demanding day as the employees dispersed.
On his way to the kitchen Adrian’s stomach began to growl. He was surprised considering the large breakfast he had eaten, but knew he could look forward to sampling his batches. As the day wore on Adrian began to feel out of sorts. First off, the kitchen was overstaffed which only made the temperature even hotter with all the ovens going. As a result, everyone was sweating, especially Adrian. He quickly learned that with extra padding comes extra sweating as his clothes became soaked.
Frustratingly, his shirt was perpetually riding up and eventually he just gave up on pulling it down. At the very least, it provided a bit of ventilation for his underbelly. To make matters worse, the interior of his thighs were on fire and his belly was itching like crazy. These were both novel sensations to the young gainer, making him wonder if heat stroke or a heart attack was imminent. Still, he pressed on.
By the time Adrian arrived home he was exhausted. His legs felt weak, his hair was soaked with sweat, and his thighs were on fire. The first thing he did was strip naked and look in the mirror. Sure enough, the inside of his thighs were bright red. He touched them tenderly and realized it was a simple case of chub rub. Next, he lifted up his shirt and was shocked by what he saw. The itchiness was born from bright red stretch marks surrounding his belly button. All of this discomfort was due to his weight. Briefly concerned, his stomach growled and Adrian was once again struck by the desire to stuff himself silly before drifting off to sleep.
The rest of the week proceeded with the same level of discomfort and fatigue. While his fat felt luscious and cozy at home it weighed him down in the kitchen, literally. Two days out from Thanksgiving and Adrian was struggling to keep his pace up. Consequently, he accidentally ruined a batch of pumpkin muffins. Liam watched disapprovingly as Adrian dumped the muffins into the garbage and started over. Pressure was already high due to the incoming holiday and Liam’s judgmental gaze had Adrian on edge.
To make up time, Adrian blasted through several more batches without taste testing them. Little did he know that Liam’s watchful eye caught everything and towards the end of the day Liam sampled one of Adrian’s muffins.
“You didn’t sample this did you?” Liam aggressively queried.
Adrian’s heart dropped as he turned around to face Liam. The Irishman stood inches away. His massive biceps were pumped up from working all day and glistened with sweat. Large wet marks circled his chest and underarms as his belly heaved with heavy breathing. Liam held stern eye contact as beads of sweat fell from his brow.
“I...” Adrian’s mouth was dry with fear. “I did not, no.”
Almost everyone had left for the day, except Hayden who watched silently from across the room. This only heightened the intensity of the situation for Adrian.
“I can tell. What do you have to say?” Liam demanded and took a step closer so that his belly was touching Adrian’s chest.
“I guess I was rushing, I’m sorry.”
“Rushing? A fat little pud like you rushing? Seemed to be moving pretty slow to me. What do you think is a good punishment boy?”
“I can stay late and make up for all the mistakes.”
“No, that won’t do. I think you should eat all the mistakes. There’s what, three, four dozen pastries here you ruined? You need to consume every single one so you know what you did wrong. You’re a big boy after all, you can handle it.”
Liam placed a muffin against Adrian’s mouth, “Eat.”
Adrian held the muffin in his hands and took a bite. His skin was bright red with humiliation. Hayden continued rolling out dough in the corner watching the scene unfold.
“Faster. You have a lot to get through here. Faster, piggy.”
Adrian picked up the pace. After six pastries he was beginning to enjoy himself and lost track of what Liam was doing. Indeed, they weren’t the best, but the sweetness was intoxicating to Adrian who crammed one after another into his mouth. The desire to be overfed was once again stirring within Adrian and Liam pushed the remaining pastries off the counter and onto the ground.
“Go on, faster!”
Adrian fell to his hands and knees and shoveled the pastries into his mouth. The position caused the elastic band on his pants to sag generously low, revealing Adrian’s fleshy and glistening rear. With his shirt already riding up past his love handles, Adrian was already half naked. Liam rubbed the growing erection in his denim and slid a chocolate cake in front of Adrian.
“But, I didn’t make this,” Adrian garbled with his mouth full.
With one large hand, Liam shoved Adrian’s face into the cake. Adrian knew what to do. He vacuumed up chunks of the delicious cake with glee, finding himself strangely aroused by the process. By the time Liam ripped down Adrian’s shorts both men were fully erect. Adrian had never had any gay encounters but found himself hungry for Liam’s cock. He arched his back causing his doughy ass cheeks to spread.
“Fuck,” Liam slapped Adrian’s ass and tightly gripped his massive paws around each cheek, “that is a fucking rump.”
He jiggled Adrian’s posterior with fervor, his mouth salivating. As Liam began unbuttoning his denim, Hayden left the room. Not surprisingly, Liam’s cock was massive. He pulled back his foreskin and thwacked Adrian’s ass fat with his dick. It bounced back from the gelatinous cheeks leaving a string of precum behind. Liam repeated this move a few more times spurring Adrian to eat the cake even more ferociously while hiking his ass up in desperation.
Adrian yearned to be fucked. To be filled from both ends. He wanted to feel completely stuffed and gooey from the inside out. Rational thought left his mind as desire, lust, and gluttony clouded his head.
With the help of some nearby vegetable oil Liam began inching his cock inside the hungry piggy. Adrian groaned in pain and pleasure. Liam’s shaft was a lot to handle and the deeper he plunged the more Adrian yelped.
“That’s right, squeal for me piggy,” Liam grunted as he shoved the last inch of cock inside Adrian, causing Adrian’s face to plop back into the remaining cake. “Keep on eating that cake while I pound yours.”
As Liam continued thrusting, Adrian grunted and groaned with mouthfuls of chocolate cake. At this point Adrian’s entire face was encrusted with chocolate and sugar and fudge. As Liam picked up pace, he would slap Adrian’s ass and watch the waves of fat undulate beneath him. Adrian’s body turned to liquid with each smack, wobbling and slapping like a water balloon about to burst.
Liam’s own tank of a belly sloshed and bounced while they fucked. Occasionally Liam would swipe a handful of the sweat from beneath his overhang and stuff it in Adrian’s face, letting the pig know full well who was fucking him. Adrian’s moaning became near-constant as Liam’s huge balls slapped against Adrian's puffy taint with each thrust.
Adrian’s body, composed of roll after roll of gooey chub, was now bright red with ecstasy. The cake was nearly finished and Adrian’s cock gushed precum as Liam badgered at the pig’s prostate. Adrian was too weak to reach his cock buried behind layers of chub, otherwise he probably would have orgasmed long ago. Liam bent over, his belly filling Adrian’s back, and patted the bottom’s hanging gut. Taking a handful, Liam squeezed the blubber which forced a belch from Adrian’s lips.
“That’s a good piggy. Are you ready for daddy’s come, huh piggy?”
Adrian nodded and whimpered.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you. Do you want this cream? You wanna be filled up, huh?”
“Yes, I want it. Fuck! Fill me up! Please!”
With that Liam plunged deep inside Adrian and unleashed his load. Adrian could feel the giant man’s cock convulse and retract with each generous gob of come it shot out inside of him. Desperate to take his load, Adrian pushed his rump further back on Liam’s cock, swallowing up all that he could so that he felt full. Just as they both thought they were finished, Liam began pumping into Adrian again.
Adrian’s yelps reached a fever pitch. After a couple more minutes they were orgasming in unison. Completely hands free, Adrian’s load blasted forward with an immensity he did not know. As the young pig saw stars, Liam tensed and quivered from his second orgasm, his demeanor weakening as Adrian’s ass sucked up his load. Drenched in sweat and exhausted, Liam’s heaping body fell limp and weak atop his prized pig.
While Liam had maintained his authority thus far, he now felt completely drained from Adrian’s hungry hole. Adrian, on the other hand, felt newly whole, like a warm cream filled doughnut stuffed to perfection. The two men lay spooning in a puddle on the floor, Liam’s cock still inside Adrian. As they softly cupped one another Liam placed a kiss on Adrian’s shoulder.
“Whoa,” Adrian muttered, “that was wild. This place is wild.”
“If you thought that was intense,” Liam retorted, “just wait until December.”
Fatten me up until I’m the perfect size for you to have your way with, daddy. I don’t wanna be fit or in shape anymore. I want to be too fat to function. Make me too fat to wanna move around. Push my boundaries of my body. Fatten me until you’re happy. Keep me lazy. Keep me overfed. Keep me housebound. Keep me as your overstuffed teddy bear that’ll grow as big and fat as you desire.
Another tumblr native, the illustrious @bane94! Already up 100lbs from his SW, let's hope, like his namesake, this Bane also follows the Rule of Two ;)
“Don’t even go there,” warned Roy as he saw Scotty checking out the most handsome guy he had ever seen coming into the bar.
“Who is he?” Scotty marvelled, turning to his much older boss. Tall, muscular and with the face of a supermodel, the guy who had just come in wasn’t in the same league as anyone else there that night.
“He’s bad news,” Roy stated, between grabbing drinks from the refrigerators behind him. “Not the type you want to get messed up with.”
Scotty served his own customers, continuing to glance over their shoulders as the outstandingly beautiful guy began perusing the crowds there that night as if they were pieces of meat.
“Jed’s a bratty jerk who thinks he rules this town just because mommy and daddy own the timber plant,” Roy went on to explain. “I’ve had more than a few run-ins with him, lording about in here like he owns the place. It’s a wonder he can get his head through the door,” he sighed, keeping an eye on the guy as he strutted about.
“His family actually owns the timber plant?” Scotty replied, impressed.
Roy sighed, seeing that his new, young bartender wasn’t getting the message he’d intended. “Just trust me on this one. Jed’s not a nice guy. You wouldn’t believe some of the stories I’ve heard about how he gets his kicks.”
Scotty couldn’t help but feel even more intrigued. As nice as Roy was, taking a fatherly interest in him when he took this job at the gay bar two weeks ago, he’d never encouraged Scotty to date anyone who came in. Being only nineteen and recently out to his hostile parents, Scotty had never come across the bad-boy type; Jed had piqued his interest like no-one else ever had. The guy had the air of a brute who would happily take the lead in the bedroom and make any lover submit to him. Just the thought of being mercilessly dominated by him was making Scotty glad that his crotch was hidden behind the bar most of the time.
“Who’s the fresh meat?” Jed asked as he came up a few minutes later, spotting that Scotty was a new employee; his voice deep and powerful, much like his staggeringly built body.
Roy had stepped in front of Scotty the moment he saw Jed approach. “Off limits!” he stated assertively. “What drink do you want?”
Jed smirked, eyeing Scotty with more interest now that Roy was standing in his way. “He’s cute,” he nodded appraisingly. “Tight ass, pretty face. Was that on the job advert?” he asked cheekily.
“Off limits!” Roy repeated, now with a hint of aggression. He pulled the lid off a bottle of beer and pushed it towards the arrogant jock. “No charge,” he growled, just wanting Jed to get back to the dancefloor and away from the bar. The bribe seemed to be a language that Jed understood best, tipping his head at the free beer and smirking at Scotty as he retreated back, somewhat satisfied with his result.
Scotty couldn’t help continuing to check Jed out whenever he looked up. He saw the guy sitting in a chair to the side of the dancefloor, his legs spread wide open, displaying his long and muscular thighs and ensuring that every single person who gazed upon him imagined themselves sucking him off; Scotty most of all. He could feel an arousal inside of him that was unlike any sort of attraction he had ever felt before. Boys were making a fuss of him, with one guy sitting on his lap for a short while; his ass crudely felt up by Jed’s enormous hands as he whispered something clearly kinky into the hunk’s ear.
A sudden rush came at the bar and the next time Scotty looked up, Jed had gone; onto the next bar. Scotty sighed in disappointment and inwardly cursed Roy for getting between him and possibly the best fuck of his life. He decided then that if he ever was lucky enough to come acrossJed again, he wouldn’t be so easily quietened. If Jed really was such a bad boy, he was going to have fun learning that for himself.
As the clubs were in full swing, it was time for the smaller bars to start to close up for the evening. Roy was in a particularly good mood, letting Scotty leave as soon as the cash registers had been balanced. He skipped out the front, taking in the warm summer air and tried to recall the breathtaking images of Jed that he still had in his head. The man had been so fucking sexy! He could still feel his boner even though it had been two whole hours since Jed had come in.
Scotty walked slowly by another bar, noticing that they still had quite a crowd inside. He peered in, just in case Jed was amongst them. Then, his heart skipped a beat. There the beautiful guy was, surrounded by other handsome boys, like his own personal fan club!
Wasting no time, Scotty went in and leaned against the bar to be served, deciding that a short detour before home would be worth it if he could catch Jed’s attention once more.
Keen-eyed Jed spotted him straight away, sliding over straight after he had been served. “Well, well, well… what have we here?” he sang. Scotty’s heart started beating with incredible speed. He couldn’t tell whether he was about to be flirted with or bullied. Either way, he was already getting horny. “I wonder why you came in here!” he chuckled, seeming to already know Scotty's motives.
“I often pop in here after a shift,” Scotty lied.
“Sure you do!” Jed laughed, getting closer and closer. “How’s the lovely Roy these days?” he asked.
“He’s fine,” Scotty replied, finding he was too nervous and excited to even hold eye contact for more than a second or two. “Why does he dislike you so much, though?” he questioned him; his curiosity getting the better of him.
At this, Jed smirked. “I may have fucked a few people in the bathrooms at your bar,” he beamed proudly.
“We often get guys misbehaving in the cubicles,” Scotty shrugged, a little disappointed if that was to be the extent of Jed’s sexy ‘bad boy’ reputation.
“Oh, I don’t squeeze into those uncomfortable cubicles!” Jed laughed. “I get off on having an audience when I’m fucking someone. I don’t know what little Roy was complaining about. I certainly packed out his bar for him.”
Scotty tried to imagine the sight, feeling his breath catching in his chest with excitement. His eyes drifted onto Jed’s full, plump lips, losing control of himself.
“Roy sure knows how to pick the kinky twinks,” Jed teased, searching into Scotty's eyes and seeming to instinctively know all of the dirty thoughts that were running though his mind. “So, you grew up in Tennessee, huh?” he asked next, as if trying to refocus the conversation back onto something that might calm the horny Scotty down.
“I grew up around here,” Scotty answered, bewildered by Jed. “I moved from Tennessee when I was about five. But how did you know that?”
“A couple of your vowels when you speak,” Jed replied. “It’s very subtle, but it’s there if you know what you’re looking for.”
“You’re very observant,” Scotty mumbled back, wondering just how much more Jed had inferred about him. No one had ever commented on his indistinct accent before. It was clear to him that Jed was as sharp as they came.
“Are you taking him back with us?” asked a muscular guy to Jed, strutting over with a feminine looking conquest under his arm.
“Of course I’m taking him home,” Jed replied, looking Scotty up and down. “Don’t be too flattered,” he chuckled to the slender bartender he had spoken to for the first time only a minute earlier. “I fuck all of Roy’s boys. It really pisses him off.”
Scotty didn’t care about the motives or consequences at that moment. His erection was wanting him to follow Jed, no matter where he led him. He abandoned his full drink and followed the boys on that short journey down the street towards an apartment building. Once in the elevator, Jed pulled him in to kiss him passionately, as if this was all a well rehearsed and highly effective warm-up for the main event. His massive, sexy body pressed into him, hands roaming exactly where they needed to. Then he stood back and smiled wickedly, knowing that he had Scotty hornier than he had ever been in his life.
Once on the top floor, the two other guys entered the apartment, with voices and dance music escaping as soon as the door opened. Jed held Scotty back in the entrance space, ready to explain the rules and expectations.”I’m leaving fifty bucks here,” he demonstrated, pulling out the ruffled notes from his wallet and placing them on the small table by the door. “If you want to leave at any time, just take it and get yourself a cab. The guy downstairs will help you out.”
Scotty nodded despite having no intention of going anywhere. But Jed’s intention was clear: he was free to leave whenever he liked.
“If you want to suck my dick tonight, you gotta leave your clothes here,” Jed ordered next, pointing to a pile of empty, discarded shirts, pants, underwear, socks and shoes. “The subs don’t wear anything in here,” he explained matter-of-factly. Then he stood, waiting for Scotty to comply.
Scotty didn’t waste a second. He wanted to be part of one of Jed’s exhibitionist fantasies like nothing else. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his work shirt, released his belt and dropped his pants, alongside his underwear; taking pride in showing off just how hard his erection had become. Twenty seconds of stroking and the whole thing might blow.
The main living area was large and spacious, with double height windows and several areas for people to congregate. Guys were everywhere, some naked and some not, lounging about the place. From their reactions when Jed entered, it was obvious that this was his place. The star of the show had just returned, holding a naked, skinny twink’s hand, ready to fuck in front of them all. They stopped what they were doing, conversations ending and they moved to see what entertainment Jed had in store.
“He’s very slim!” chuckled one of the guys to the side. “Not your usual type at all!”
Jed laughed and nodded, stroking Scotty’s slender butt with hardly an ounce of fat on it. He;d always been the same: moderately tall and lanky with a runner’s build. “He’s one of Roy’s new bartenders. You know what Roy’s like for his twinks. I had to collect the set.”
Scotty felt even more blessed to be there. He wasn’t even Jed’s usual type, yet there he was, about to have the pinnacle of his sexual experiences merely because the bad boy had a vendetta against his boss. He was sent down onto his knees. Jed unbuckled his pants, feeding his oversized erection into Scotty’s mouth. No wonder the guy was so into public sex. He had no reason at all to ever feel conscious about his size. Scotty had never taken something so big; his mouth needing a little while to work out what to do with it all.
Jed continued chatting to those around him, recounting the story of how he had been sent away by Roy earlier. They all laughed at the bit where Scotty had turned up at the bar later and been so easily enticed back; moaning with appreciation at watching him trying to suck Jed off.
“Alright, alright,” Jed chuckled a few minutes later, pulling Scotty’s mouth off his hardness. “That’s not really your specialty!” He looked around at the others. “Skinny boys always give shit blowjobs.”
Scotty noticed people rushing to push some of the large sofa sections together. The whole thing came apart in modules, leaving a large, square, bed-like stage in the middle of a surprisingly crowded space.
“Face down. Ass up,” Jed ordered him, guiding him to the area. He’d slipped a condom on and lubricated himself up, all the while Scotty presenting his butt to the eager crowds. But once Jed was inside him, working up a sweat, nothing else mattered. Scotty felt the eyes upon them, heightening his sexual thrill. He came the moment Jed reached around and grabbed his hardness, only seconds before he ejaculated himself. Some in the crowd had started touching themselves, others subs going down on their men.
Jed, drenched in sweat and smiling proudly simply turned to Scotty and whispered. “Be sure to tell Roy that I did that!”
The whole living space was empty when Scotty woke up the next morning to a loud sound. He’d always been a deep sleeper, having crashed on the couch at some point and not woken, even as the sun had started to pour in through the enormous windows. Had he missed the memo? Had Jed expected everyone gone before he was up the next morning?
“You’re still here?” asked a naked Jed, striding into the kitchen moments later, opening the refrigerator and drinking his milk straight from the carton.
Scotty apologised, fumbling as he got up and tried to remember where he had left all of his clothes. Jed leaned against the wall, watching with amusement as a slightly panicked Scotty tried his best to dress himself from the scattered remains of his clothes across the hallway.
“Thanks for last night,” Scotty tried once he was half dressed. “It was the best experience I’ve ever had.”
Jed only smirked and downed more of his milk.
“Is there any chance you might want to do it again some time?” Scotty asked next, knowing that he would regret it if he didn’t.
“I fucked you to piss Roy off,” Jed answered honestly. In fairness, his agenda had always been blatantly transparent. “You’re not my type. All that skin and bone. I’m into chubs.”
Scotty nodded, not in the least bit surprised that Jed wasn’t interested in seeing him again. Although the fact that a guy like Jed could be into chubs was not something he had expected until last night.
“Maybe if you gained thirty pounds or so, we could discuss it. I’m sure Roy would love that!” Jed joked, supping from his milk once again.
“Roy’s a nice guy,” Scotty replied, feeling that he needed to defend the kind boss who had looked after him so much since he’d moved to the city and been practically disowned by his parents. “He didn’t hire me because of how I look.”
Jed laughed. “Roy’s not a nice guy,” he sniggered. “And he absolutely hired you because of how you look. That’s why all his employees look almost identical. If he’s not made a move on you, it’s because he’s not got you where he wants you yet. Trust me, he does it with every single one of his bartenders eventually.”
Again, Scotty shook his head. “You just don’t know him like I do,” he sighed, finally pushing his feet into his shoes and turning to leave.
“Wanna bet?” Jed asked, as if Scotty had thrown down a challenge. “Saint Roy wouldn’t be half as nice to you if you did put on a little weight.”
“He’s not interested in me like that,” Scotty repeated.
“Fine then. Prove it!” Jed demanded. “You wanna be Roy’s boy, or mine?” he asked flirtatiously, stepping closer.
“Yours,” Scotty replied meekly back, his heart beating faster again.
“Gain thirty pounds for me and I’ll fuck you in front of everyone again, just like last night,” Jed offered, his hands sliding onto Scotty’s butt as he pulled him in. “No muscle, no weight training. Just give me some nice doughy padding on that ass of yours for when I fuck you next.”
Even the thought of a second fucking like yesterday’s was giving Scotty a hardness he couldn’t control. “I’d do anything…” he whispered back lustfully.
Jed smiled and kissed him, motioning him back towards the door. When the kiss ended, Scotty was already on the threshold. Jed had spun him around by his shoulders and with a little push on his butt, Scotty was outside in the corridor. “I guess we’ll soon see, won’t we,” Jed grinned back, swinging the door shut behind him. Gone.
After several rounds of touching himself, thinking about the previous night, Scotty set to work researching his task without a second thought. He needed to gain a good few pounds if he had a hope of getting with Jed again. The internet had lots of good ideas, although weblinks kept sending him back to sites that promoted ways to lose weight, rather than gain it. He studied the advice for weight loss, realising that he could reverse much of it if he wanted to see the number on the scales rising. So what if he might look a little chubby for a while? Experiences like the one last night could not be matched, so why fight against doing what had to be done? He’d been far too skinny most of his life anyway.
Word had reached Roy that Jed had slept with Scotty by the time he started his next shift that Wednesday evening. The relentless gossip was one of the most frustrating parts of this community, Scotty realised. Roy was obviously cross, reminding Scotty again and again how he had tried to keep him out of harm’s way, as well as the reasons why. Scotty found himself apologising simply to appease the guy, not daring to explain any of the details of how thrilling and magical the evening had been. Roy wouldn’t want to hear that he didn’t regret a thing.
For two weeks, Roy was colder with him, before things finally started to lighten up. However, that was before a new challenge hit them.
“Those pants look a bit tight,” the older man commented seeing Scotty unloading some beers into the refrigerators.
Scotty idiotically tried to turn his head over his shoulder, as if he too could see his butt. He’d done everything he had learned in order to gain weight, but had only managed about five pounds so far. Surely that wasn’t enough for his boss to notice?
“You know, if you’re going to work here, the customers expect you to look tidy,” Roy reminded him.
“The pants feel fine,” Scotty shrugged. “I just gained a couple of pounds. That’s all.”
Roy raised his eyebrows disapprovingly. “Well, sort it out,” he grumbled warningly.
Scotty soon realised that pants which felt fine one day could soon become quite restrictive the next. He couldn’t deny that his butt had swollen up as he finally reached a ten pound gain on the scales. His flat stomach had taken a bit of a beating, looking constantly bloated; remaining like it was after a large meal. When he poked and prodded it, everything underneath the skin felt altogether softer. His tight, figure-hugging t-shirts had to be put away for the time being, and Scotty bought himself some stretchier pants for work, pairing them with a black shirt that made his less streamlined appearance stand out less. By fifteen pounds, Scotty was starting to feel it under his chin. Each time he shaved, he could see the little padding getting puffier and puffier. Softness was spreading into his hips and sides, swelling slight love handles out that further complicated the fit of both his pants and shirts by the time over twenty pounds hit. He looked, for all the world to see, like a young guy ready to go on a diet. Twenty-five pounds sounded like a tiny amount of weight, yet it had altered his appearance so much, especially when his shirt came off.
As for Jed, Scotty hadn’t laid eyes on him in the entire three months he had been following every single nutritional advice he could in order to pack on the pounds. There were faces he recognised of the people who had been at the party that night, but none of them were ever with Jed, nor willing to hand out his cell phone number whenever Scotty cheekily asked for it. Some said he was on vacation, others that he was working away. In either case, Scotty was soon going to reach his weight goal and the guy he was doing this for wasn’t even going to be around to see it.
It began to dawn on Scotty just how much extra weight thirty pounds was. With it, he had actually grown a small belly that rounded out his middle, whilst he was also starting to carry extra blubber around his nipples for the first time. His cheeks had become puffier in his face and even with his styling choices, he wasn’t able to conceal the fact that he had gained quite a considerable amount of weight. But with the absence of Jed around town, Scotty suddenly had an unexpectedly awkward job on his hands. At 185lbs, he’d hit his weight target and now needed to somehow maintain it without dropping down again. That would mean he would need to maintain certain aspects of his new eating regime, without going overboard. Something that had never been part of the plan. What Scotty had expected was a short-term weight gain, followed by a cut that would see his weight return to normal.
Perhaps it was all about the timing. Scotty had hit the goal weight just as the holidays were getting underway. He should have known that maintaining his weight would have been no issue. But as Scotty tried to button his pants that January, he realised that he had actually done even more damage than before. He stepped on the scales and sighed in disappointment at himself. It couldn’t be? The scales had to be off! He couldn’t really be 197lbs, surely? Had he really fucked up his metabolism that much on this weight quest? He needed to go on a diet as soon as possible.
“What the fuck did you do?” cried out a deep and powerful voice as Scotty busily collected the empty glasses and bottles from the tables in the bar. He’d been rushed off his feet, with Roy choosing to leave him with a fairly incompetent new hire. But as he turned around to see who was shouting, the air got caught in Scotty’s lungs and his eyes visibly bulged. It was Jed, looking even more built and physically imposing than the last time Scotty had seen him.
In an instant, Scotty realised how stupid he had been. Jed was joking about the weight gain, right? He’d made a couple of throwaway comments about gaining thirty pounds and here Scotty was with almost an additional fifty. He rubbed his stomach, suddenly wishing he could make it all disappear.
“You’re an actual fatty!” Jed laughed, reaching out to Scotty’s hips as the boy held his tray of empties. Then Jed spun him around so that he could see the wide, bloated mess his butt had become.
“I’ve been doing it for you…” Scotty shot back, now feeling a desperate need to explain himself. “...Like you asked.”
Jed turned him back and reached his hand under Scotty’s chin, pulling forwards so that all of the new double chin fat bulged underneath. “This is way more than thirty pounds, though,” Jed observed shrewdly.
“I went a little overboard,” Scotty replied meekly, seeing that people were starting to stare. “I got carried away.”
Jed was just staring at him, spinning him some more; a wicked twinkle in his eyes. He reached down and readjusted himself. Was he actually getting a hard-on, right there in the middle of the bar?
“Where can I take you to fuck you?” Jed demanded, looking around the space as if exploring all possible options.
“I can’t. I’m working,” Scotty replied regretfully, hardly believing the apparent urgency that Jed needed him after all.
“Fuck!” Jed moaned, sounding like he might actually burst. He looked at his large designer watch knowing exactly what time the bar would be shutting. “Come to my place after you finish,” he ordered, strapping his big hand over Scotty’s butt and squeezing. “You remember where to go, right? I’ll make sure there are plenty to watch…”
Scotty nodded. After months of work, everything was suddenly happening so fast. Not only was this happening, it was happening tonight! At long last, Jed was about to have his way with him.
Jed wasn’t the one to answer the door when Scotty finally made it up to the apartment two hours later. A short, hairy and slightly older guy answered. Completely naked, it was obvious that he was the submissive of someone inside. Had he been there last time? Scotty could hardly remember. However, with the way his body was being scrutinised, Scotty felt sure that he must have been: eyes of judgement upon him for packing on so much extra weight.
Jed, your new chub’s here!” the guy cried out.
Suddenly, a strapping, shirtless, athletic guy was racing to the door. He picked Scotty up from the threshold, throwing him over his shoulder excitedly and calling out to the room in his deep voice. “My new fatty’s arrived!”
Scotty was very aware that all everyone could see of him as he went in was his wider, chubbier rear, held at head level for the rest of the guests; some of whom patted it in amusement. It was the ass that he hoped Jed was about to give a proper pounding, all going well.
Jed put him down and immediately swept Scotty up into a surprisingly romantic, passionate kiss. He took a step back, leaving Scotty as the focal point of all the eyes in the room. “Take note everyone,” Jed called out. “This is what a real sub looks like,” he beamed. “I challenged him to gain thirty pounds for me and the little pig went and gained fifty instead! All of it pure blubber!”
Jed stared intensely whilst the others in the room looked at each other, perhaps some of them starting to recognise Scotty now from when he was here a few months ago. Jed lowered his zipper and pulled out his own hardness, stroking it excitedly: big and heavy, too large for even his giant hand. He nodded at Scotty, his meaning clear in that moment: start undressing.
Scotty gazed with lust at Jed’s hardness as he began unbuttoning his shirt. He heard gasps of surprise as he pulled it off, knowing just how much the material had concealed his flabbier shape. He knew how bad the back fat looked: the stretch-marked love handles resting on his belt, the fleshy swelling of his nipples. But still Jed grinned, stroking himself; silently demanding more. He noticed that the music had been turned down low as he removed his belt and kicked off his shoes. He undid his pants, dropping his underwear at the same time, uncovering his comparatively underwhelming hardness.
“Fuck, look at it!” a horny Jed proclaimed. “He absolutely destroyed his twink body for me!”
Scotty smiled, realising that that was exactly what he had done, surrendering his whole body in the hope of Jed dominating him one more time. More than ever, he wanted Jed to take him, turning slightly so that he could show the muscular boy his glutes, swollen and enlarged. He put his weight on one foot, making one glute bulge and then the other. He reached his hands behind, bouncing the fleshiness, then spreading them apart.
That was the last thing that Jed could take, ripping off his clothes and launching himself upon Scotty; starting to make love to him. Unlike last time, there was a horny urgency to the whole thing. It felt like barely a minute had gone by before Jed was moaning in his ear as he came inside him; simultaneously stroking Scotty up and down his shaft and making him squirt absolutely everywhere.
“Fuck!” Jed moaned collapsing on top of Scotty, still fully inserted inside of him. He seemed completely spent and satisfied; much like Scotty himself. The pair lay there for a minute or two, laughing blissfully whilst everyone else drifted off; the music returning to the usual volume. “I’m going to need to do that again later,” Jed explained, finally rolling off Scotty.
“Fine by me,” Scotty beamed, only now realising that his socks were still on. After all those months of gaing, he knew he was going to make sure that he stayed there for as long as Jed would have him.
Jed had been insatiable, fucking him twice before bed that night and another, more rapid and sweaty affair the next morning. “How’s the lovely Roy these days?” Jed asked, spooning Scotty lovingly from behind afterwards.
“He’s fine,” Scotty replied. “A bit grumpy. I’m lucky I don’t see him so much these days. I usually work with the other staff.”
“What a surprise!” Jed chuckled. “So Roy’s not as nice to you now that you’re a chub?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m a chub,” Scotty replied. “I don’t look that much different. I don’t think it’s the reason why Roy’s been a bit off with me.”
Jed laughed, kissing his neck. “You’re so sweet and naive,” he whispered, holding Scotty like his own little plaything. “But you’re absolutely a chub now,” he teased. His flaccid penis was starting to get hard again, pressing gently between Scotty’s butt cheeks. “Everyone can see what a little porker you’ve turned into.”
Sensing Jed’s arousal was making Scotty feel more than a little horny himself. He didn’t know why Jed’s teasing and name-calling did it for him so much, but accepting what was said to him felt like the most beautiful submission. It was easy to lean into it. “So, Roy doesn’t like me anymore because I got so fat for you?” he asked. “Because I turned into a chub?”
Jed’s hardness was continuing to build. He started gyrating his hips and nuzzling into Scotty’s neck even more. “Say that again…” Jed moaned into his ear.
“I’m a chub,” Scotty repeated, feeling Jed’s hand stroking his semi encouragingly as soon as the words left his mouth. He moaned. There was so much more he wanted to do to turn Jed on; to submit himself to him.
“How does it feel being a fatty now?” Jed went on, enjoying his mastery over him.
Scotty moaned. How did it feel? He had the hottest guy in the world trying to make him squirt for the second time that morning, all because he’d gained so much weight for him. “Fucking amazing!” he blasted.
“Then gain more for me,” Jed ordered, seeming to have greater control over himself now than he had the previous times they had started to make love.
“You want me to get even fatter?” Scotty asked, finding it hard to even think straight with all the stimulation. He rolled slightly, needing to look Jed in the eyes to see if he was serious. “How much fatter?” he asked, finally meeting Jed’s calculating stare.
“As fat and as blubbery as I want,” Jed answered, expertly keeping Scotty hard without climaxing, “I want you to be what I’ve been looking for my entire life. I want you to be my ultimate sub.”
“I want to be your sub,” Scotty nodded.
“Then you know what you need to do, right?” Jed asked him seriously; without a hint of humor or joviality in his face.
Getting back into the old routine wasn’t difficult. Jed had been overtaken by wild lust when Scotty had explained all the routines he had previously set up for himself in order to ensure he was consistently overdosed with calories and reduced his active periods. It made Scotty feel excited and validated that he had done so well in following Jed’s wishes. All he had expected was one last fuck from the hunk, yet here he was, with several messages from the guy on his cell phone and a hook-up planned for later that week. Gaining weight, doing as Jed asked, it had all opened up doors for him that Scotty didn’t know existed. He ripped open the lid of the whipping cream and began pouring. Chug, chug, chug. Just as Jed would want.
A few more weeks went by and the noticeable changes in Scotty’s body were the subject of many stares at Jed’s usual weekend party at his apartment. Perhaps it was all the cream Scotty had been drinking, or the consistent manner with which he had pushed himself to gorge, but the plush extra weight had settled itself squarely on his new gut and further softened up his chest. He looked genuinely bloated, as if his face and chins had yet to catch up to the tank that was being manufactured below. Jed also said that he could see it building in his butt and thighs, patting the glutes like a proud owner.
“You should hear some of the things Jed says about you when you’re not here,” whispered Jed’s other submissive, Sebastian, trying to get a moment alone with Scotty at the party. “He’s absolutely lost it.”
“How do you mean?” Scotty asked, helping himself to a beer. He didn’t feel in any way alarmed by the dramatic concern Sebastian seemed to be showing. He knew that none of Jed’s other subs liked him. They were jealous of how much of his time Scotty took up and the fact that Jed appeared only to have eyes for him whenever he was around.
“Scotty…” called Jed from across the room as he was chatting to someone else; never really letting him out of his sight. “Remember to snack on those breadsticks, baby.”
Sebastian waited until Jed’s eyes were away from them before he started speaking again. “I’m not sure you realise how into this Jed actually is,” he resumed whispering. “He’s obsessed about your weight. He talks constantly about your calories and how to ensure you don’t move around too much or exercise. It’s all he ever wants to discuss with the other guys.”
Scotty gnawed on a breadstick, enjoying the thought of Jed getting so aroused by him, even when he wasn’t around.
“He showed me some kinky underwear he wants to make you actually grow into. I’m not joking. They were enormous!” he emphasised. “I think… I think he actually wants to make you… morbidly obese,” Sebastian finally stated.
Scotty looked at him, wondering what game the guy was trying to play. Was he trying to scare Scotty off so that things could return to normal around here? Sebastian had always been one of Jed’s favorite subs due to his surprisingly heavy, oversized rear. Was getting rid of Scotty his way of ensuring Jed paid him more attention instead?
“And?” Scotty asked defiantly.
Sebastian seemed taken aback. “And?” he repeated back to him. “Dude, look at yourself!” he demanded. “He’s had you eating the entire time you’ve been here. You’re seventy pounds fatter than you were when you met him!”
“Is everything alright, honey?” Jed asked, striding over and placing his large arm directly over his favorite lover’s shoulders. He stared at Sebastian, seming to sense what had been said.
“Your sub doesn’t really approve of what you’re doing to me,” Scotty answered him obediently, happy to throw Sebastian under the bus.
Jed straightened up a little, seeming more imposing by the second. “Is that so?” he asked Sebastian with a slight menace to his voice. The whole room quietened.
“He was telling me about some underwear you’ve bought for me to grow into,” Scotty further added, enjoying seeing Sebastian squirm.
“You tried to ruin the surprise for my fat boy?” Jed laughed, despite being clearly irritated.
“I was just…” Sebastian tried to defend himself. “I wasn’t sure that he knew everything!”
Jed tutted and shook his head in disappointment. “Oh, Seb!” he sighed. “You know that you’ll have to be punished, don’t you?” he asked the submissive boy.
Sebastian’s eyes lit up. “I do?” he asked hopefully.
Scotty felt a little tap on his butt and heard a whisper in his ear for him to go and sit on the big chair by the TV. Jed strutted to his refrigerator and opened the door, pulling out an enormous expensive-looking cream-covered chocolate cake on a large tray. “My pig needs feeding,” he explained disinterestedly, passing Sebastian the tray even though the young, relatively chubby submissive seemed genuinely surprised by the weight of it. “Make sure he eats it all,” he grinned.
For a moment it seemed like Sebastian was ready to rebel. Jed’s face lit up at the silent challenge.
“Tell my pig I want him big, fat and greedy,” he demanded. “Otherwise… there’s fifty bucks by the front door. Take it and leave,” he smiled.
Sebastian huffed, walking with the tray over to Scotty and getting down on his knees. Then, in one single movement, he scooped his hand into the cake, filling his palm with it, before thrusting it towards an eager Scotty’s face. “Eat up!” he ordered, thoroughly defeated as Scotty began gorging from his hand.
The other dominant men in the room came over to pat Jed on the back. He’d handled the situation well; both his boys were now doing exactly as he wanted. Indeed, Jed looked on with pride, picking at Sebastian’s technique the entire time and laughing with the others in the room. “Don’t forget the frosting!” he called out, watching his two subs pleasing him like this. Needless to say, it was Scotty that had the honour of making it into his bedroom that night, leaving Sebastian to head home, unfulfilled.
Scotty couldn’t quite get over the quiet hostility towards him in work as he showed up for his shifts whenever Roy was around. Despite always dressing well for his increasing size with shirts and pants that fit properly, Roy would scowl at him as he began to take up more and more space behind the bar. “Move your ass!” the guy would shout across to him whenever he got in the way now, hiding him in the back to organise the stock as often as he could.
Jed would often come in during a shift, smiling extra brightly if Roy was ever there. No more free drinks were given, no protective swooping in from Roy to ensure Scotty stayed out of harm's way. “Do you like the improvements I’ve made?” Jed would goad him, pointing at Scotty’s chubby glutes as he trotted about serving the others.
“No, I don’t,” Roy simply replied, not wanting to even give Jed the satisfaction of looking him in the eye.
It all gave Jed such a thrill. “Well, that’s too fucking bad!” he’d laugh, sipping his beer and turning back to check out the guys in Roy’s club. He knew Roy would never bar him from coming in here. Given the way he looked, just having him there drew people in. It made perfect business sense.
At the end of the shift, Jed would be there, waiting to walk his property back home to his place. He’d be sure to kiss and handle him whenever Roy was about, always explaining that a take-out delivery was already on its way for when they got back.
“Is it bad that I would love to fuck you in front of your boss?” Jed laughed later, admiring his chub as he hungrily gorged for him after the shift.
Scotty laughed and nodded his head. “I’d say that would definitely get me fired!”
“So?” Jed asked seriously. “I was looking at the data from your smartwatch on my cell phone earlier. You got far too many steps in walking backwards and forwards behind that bar tonight. Why do you think I had to order you the extra garlic bread?”
Scotty swallowed, appreciating how erotic it was that Jed took such a keen interest in every aspect of his life; wanting to dominate all of it. “You want me to quit?” he asked.
“Definitely,” Jed nodded. “I need you to sit on that fat ass of yours more if I’m going to grow it out like I want.”
“But what would I do for work? I couldn’t afford my rent,” Scotty fretted.
Jed looked around his large penthouse apartment. “You’d move in here with me instead. I need you to give me twenty four hour access to all that blubber. I think it’s time, don’t you?”
It was already a done deal. After some simple seduction, playing with Scotty’s newly sensitive nipples, Jed had him messaging Roy, quitting his job right there and then. Then he messaged the boys he shared a place with, letting them know he was giving up his room. When the morning came, Jed had one of his minions head over to Scotty’s place and clear out his room; most of the clothes heading straight off to charity.
Scotty was expecting to be set up in Jed’s spare room and was surprised to learn that he was actually going to be staying in Jed’s own bedroom with him. The kinky hunk had bought himself the largest bed he could find and wasted no time in taking Scotty’s ever expanding and always softening butt anyway he could.
The effects of not working had been speedy. Under Jed’s orders, the amount of calories Scotty was consuming through liquids had dramatically increased. Each night Jed would study the chub’s body, captivated by the new stretch marks. Three hundred pounds had been a kinky goal for so long, yet it came and went rather rapidly under the new regime. There were new rolls and fleshy areas forming all over his frame. His body had become a playhouse to the handsome man he had been ensnared by, and he simply couldn’t imagine anything being more thrilling. Jed was insatiable. Walking around in only a tight pair of briefs pretty much guaranteed that Jed was going to fuck him wherever he was in the apartment. Several times, Scotty had walked by as Jed was on his cell phone making a business call. He’d been stopped in his tracks, purposefully bent over the desk and gently pounded without Jed ever losing his train of thought whilst speaking with the client.
The other subs, like Sebastian, had started to pile on a few pounds, making Jed laugh at their desperation for attention. Although many of the other dominant guys who hung out at Jed’s parties were no longer attracted by Scotty’s flabby form, the fat boy was still shown off in all his glory regardless; poked, prodded and teased for letting Jed transform him like this.
Derek was the only other dominant guy who seemed to really get off on the unusual form of domination Jed was mastering over his prey. Jed sought his advice often, being a few years older and the only one with any sort of experience in handling growing chubs.
“Every time I look at that butt I think it can’t get much bigger,” Derek marvelled, witnessing Scotty trotting over to join them on the couch. “And yet, there it is… fatter every week!” he laughed alongside Jed.
Jed grinned proudly, sliding his muscular arm over Scotty. “It’s almost the biggest ass I’ve ever fucked now,” he nodded, happy to take full credit.
“And just remember that scrawny little shit we watched you fuck all that time ago!” Derek chuckled.
“Just under eighteen months ago,” Jed nodded, mindlessly bouncing Scotty’s sagging chest as his huge arm draped over the boy’s shoulders. “He’s still shit at giving blow jobs, though,” he laughed, remembering how uninspired he had been that first night.
“Train him,” Derek shot back, shrugging his shoulders as if it was the most simple thing in the world. “It’s a lot easier with chubs.” He looked across at Scotty and all the fat he was now carrying in his face; a giant ring of fat under his chin. “They’re greedy little fuckers. Every last one of them. It’s simple.”
As suggested, Jed unbuckled his pants and spread his legs, fishing out his oversized erection for Scotty who was getting down onto the floor as if to start sucking him off.
“The thing with fatties,” Derek began, “is that they have saliva glands which are a lot easier to activate than most people.”
“Mmm! Wet, sloppy blow jobs!” Jed chuckled, looking at Scotty’s greedy little mouth. He reached out his hand, pinching the sides of Scotty’s mouth until his lips opened and his cheeks bulged.
“I hear your pig has quite the sweet tooth?” Derek asked, collecting a cupcake from the side and passing it to Jed who held it in his hand. “Just waft this under his nose to start with.”
Jed smirked and followed the advice. Instinctively, Scotty went to take a bite and was stopped by a very loud ‘no’ from both Jed and Derek; scolded like a naughty puppy. “Just smell it, Piggy!” Jed ordered.
Jed and Derek watched him with fascinated curiosity. Then, all of a sudden, they both simultaneously burst into laughter, almost making Scotty jump. It took Scotty a few moments to work out why they were chuckling. Had he swallowed his building saliva without even realising?
“It works every time with a fatty!” Derek laughed. He reached out and scooped a little of the frosting from the cupcake and smeared it over the tip of Scotty’s nose. “You need the pig to keep smelling it if you want it to keep producing the saliva.”
Jed was smiling excitedly, delighted by the tutoring. He reached out his large hand and lowered Scotty’s mouth onto his hardness, sighing with pleasure as the wet tongue began its work. Next, Derek handed him a warm pizza slice from the box that had just arrived. Jed lowered it, holding it close to Scotty’s face as he sucked. Derek adjusted Jed’s hand a little, ensuring that the scent would be easily picked up by Scotty’s nose.
“Fuck!” Jed cried, jumping a little as a fresh wave of saliva lubricated his erection, allowing Scotty to slide his mouth effortlessly over as much of it as he could fit into his mouth. “This is fucking awesome!”
Derek smiled, resting his hand on Jed’s large shoulder. “You put in the hard work developing your pig’s appetite,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Now you can just sit back and enjoy it!”
Word was spreading that Jed was close to climaxing and the horny guests gathered around to watch, just as Jed liked. He moaned as loudly as Scotty had ever heard him, pulling out at the last minute so that everyone could see the giant jets as he came.
Thoroughly satisfied, slouching and exhausted, Jed lay there with a wicked smile plastered across his face. Scotty grinned, pleased to have been the reason for it. Not being able to please Jed with his mouth had been a constant source of shame for him. He reached out, picking the drooping pizza slice out from Jed’s hand and began nibbling. Jed watched on with nothing but pure love in his eyes.
The crowds attending Jed’s parties began to evolve. Pretty soon, Derek wasn’t the only admirer of the hunk’s hard work with Scotty. Other chub lovers, and the guys who were getting fatter for them, started replacing those more casually kinky men who used to be invited. Scotty found himself sucking down a greater variety of calorie shakes as the new acquaintances in this group gave Jed a variety of recipes to prepare for him. At over three hundred and fifty pounds, Scotty didn’t feel he had much to prove to these guys, nor the starter chubs they brought along with them. The focus became more about the food, which suited Scotty fine. His appetite and capacity was something everyone always complimented Jed for, elevating the hunk’s status to new heights.
Jed held Scotty from behind, one hand holding up his chubby neck in a way that pushed forward his double chin; his thumb gently caressing his cheek. Jed’s other hand gripped mercilessly onto his belly fat, jiggling and shaking it for all to see. “At least three shakes a day and these are the sorts of gains you can expect,” he told them all. “Have high expectations at all times. That’s how you grow out your pigs.”
Despite being a submissive, amongst the other fatties, Scotty felt he had a much greater status. He’d done it all, after all. They’d all seen the video someone had taken the first time Jed had fucked his skinny little butt, and they had all witnessed for themselves the monstrous appetite he could display for Jed’s pleasure. When he hit four hundred pounds, the submissives had all been ordered to feed him whilst the others watched on, shouting out orders.
Although Jed still went out to pick guys up when he pleased, never missing out on one of Roy’s ever skinny employees, it was always Scotty he came home to. When they went out to the gay venues together, the big jock never shied away from showing his affection and always sought a seat for his increasingly rotund lover in whichever bar they went to.
“Roy keeps on staring,” Jed chuckled, whispering into his fat boy’s ear. “When he goes out next, you’re going to have to move faster than I usually let you.”
Scotty nodded, excited to give Jed this fantasy. When instructed, he heaved his fat body up quickly and trotted behind his lover. Once inside the bathroom, Jed had undressed completely in the time it had taken Scotty to open his pants and pull them down enough to show his blubbery ass cheeks.
This was it: the final piece of the jigsaw, letting Jed take him here, in the place he had once worked. Kinky boys had already gathered around them, keen to watch Jed and his giant hardness at work. No doubt Roy would notice and follow in soon to throw them all out. But what did it matter? He hadn’t been Roy’s boy for a long time.
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