"I'm telling you, babe. The guy needs to show a little self-control. He's exploding out of his shirts. It's ridiculous."
I sat on the couch and listened to you vent. Again! Your gym bro Ritchie quit working out a month ago and was starting to chunk out. Not a lot, but definitely noticeable. We ran into him the other day, and he seemed totally fine with how he looked.
But my God. You would just not stop talking about it. No matter how many times I tried to change the subject, you were obsessed with that guy's belly. And you didn't even know him that well!
"Stop," I said. "Please."
You raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
To you, this seemed like a normal conversation. You didn't realize how judgmental you sounded. How mean.
"Why do you hate fat people?" I asked bluntly.
"I don't." You thought for a second. "It's just Ritchie. I saw how hard he used to work out, and I'm just... upset that he's lost all his motivation."
That would've been a valid excuse if I hadn't caught you rolling your eyes and mumbling under your breath every time you saw some random fat guy ordering too much food or waddling down the street. You didn't just have a problem with Ritchie. You saw everyone who didn't have your perfect gym body as defective.
I leaned closer and placed my hands on your wide, solid shoulders. I wanted you to look me right in the eyes. "Honey, I love you more than anything, but you gotta stop with all this negativity."
"I'm not being negative," you argued. But as you looked into my eyes, you allowed the truth to seep in. "Yeah. I guess I'm a little biased."
"A little?"
"It's not that I think fat people are ugly. Just undisciplined. If they cared about their bodies..."
"What about me?" I asked.
You glanced down at my scrawny frame. "Seriously? You're the skinniest guy I know."
"Exactly. Do you judge me for not working hard to grow muscles like you?"
You wrapped your thick arms around me and kissed my forehead. I usually liked when you did that. (It reminded me of our size difference.) But this time, it felt patronizing. "I think you're perfect just the way you are."
"Back at you," I said. "But I wouldn't love you any less if you stopped working out so much. I mean, most guys thicken over time, right?"
Honestly, it was a hot image. Seeing you soften up and grow a stout little belly on top of your muscular frame. I'd never actually pictured that before. I was first drawn to you because you were so fucking ripped. Handsome. Powerful.
But now that we've been together for so long, and I've fallen in love with all of you, not just your body, it would be kind of nice to see you look more... comfortable.
"You don't mean that," you said.
I slid both hands to your bulging pecs. I squeezed them a little, imagining how they'd feel with some softness along the edges. "I do. Plus, if you weren't so fitness-obsessed, then you'd stop railing against every fat person you saw."
That was my single biggest issue with your personality. You were the kindest, most wonderful man I knew, but this one bias was really starting to get to me.
"Okay," you declared.
"Okay?"
"I'll relax my diet a little. Stop going to the gym so often. And if I don't like it, I'll get back in shape. Losing weight is easy with just a little bit of motivation."
Once again, you added a subtle insult to every fat person in the world. But at least you were hearing me out.
I kissed you.
Whether or not you gained any weight, I knew that this would help you get over your fatphobia. And really, that's all that mattered.
***
"I'm telling you, babe. If the guy just ate a little more, then he'd have a much better figure. I mean, you can't have love handles and no gut, right? It looks weird."
I bite my tongue. Once again, you're in the mood to vent, and I'm too tired to argue.
"And Dean? Have you seen him lately? He's seriously plateaued, while his roommate has gotten so much bigger. I remember when he was just..."
"Stop!" I finally say.
You do. You use the opportunity to chug more of your gainer shake. I watch you drain the thermos (your fourth today) and let out a loud and proud burp.
That's my cue to rub your belly. I like your little burps, so I always try to reward you.
There's a trickle of cream on the edge of your full lips. I wipe that off before it can reach your chins.
"I'm doing it again, aren't I?"
"Uh huh."
It's like we came full circle. Two years ago, you were bursting with muscles and extremely judgmental to anyone who wasn't like you. Then you gained a little weight, just around your tummy. It was an adorable spare tire that looked so cute in contrast to your defined upper body. By that point, you stopped all your judgment and accepted people for who they are.
But a year ago, once you realized how much you liked the extra weight, we started actively fattening you and your whole outlook changed.
Now, you're just as judgmental, but all of your passion is directed toward fit people.
"That guy should really eat more."
"His muscles look fake."
"You see Chicken Legs over there?
"Look at that! It's barely even a belly."
At first, I thought it was amusing, but once again, I'm getting annoyed.
Not to psychoanalyze, but I figure your big obsession is linked to laziness. When you were fit, you knew how much effort it took, and anyone with flab was simply not trying hard enough. But now that you're a gainer (317 as of this week), you realize how hard it is keep stuffing yourself. Your belly takes a lot of work (though it gets easier and easier as your metabolism slows). So anyone who doesn't have a big, floppy gut hanging out of their shirt is just not eating enough.
At least now you realize your bias. All I have to do is remind you that I'm still skinny and you calm down.
"I'm sorry," you say. You grab my hands, which are in the middle of rubbing your gut. "Are you mad at me?"
"Never." I pull away so I can hand you another gainer thermos from the table. Gotta keep you on track.
"Good," you say. "Because all bodies are beautiful."
I roll my eyes. You say that a lot, but we both know the truth. You're proud of how fat you've gotten, and you just get prouder by the pound. You know you're gorgeous.
And that's okay. Because I 100% agree. I'm just worried about when you cross 400. Then things'll really go to your head.
The End
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Imagine someone so touch-starved that the softest graze against their chest makes them whimper abruptly. That flirtation and teasing make their cheeks burn red. That the presence of their crush in all but modest clothing fully distracts them from doing anything else but to stare in awe.
That was me when you moved into the cubicle next to mine.
When the boss introduced us, I could barely tell you my name. My brain was mush looking into your deep brown eyes framed evenly under your full brows. Your curly dark hair draping over your forehead in such an effortless way.
I stammered out an awkward "nice to meet you, I'm Sandy." You smiled brightly and said you looked forward to working with me. I blushed. I tried to keep my thoughts as professional as possible but I started to wonder how your curls react to humidity...like the steam inside a shower...how they would extend and loosen with sweat and...exercise.
You came over frequently to my desk for small, work-related questions. Every time you stood over me while I demonstrated how to do something on my computer, my heart beat out of my chest. When you leaned in to point at one of the icons, I could smell your warm perfume. I'll never forget it.
Of course, I'd never ask you out. We are coworkers and can't engage in those matters. Besides, I'm terrified of rejection or making you uncomfortable. The only way I even stood a chance is if you approached me first.
One night we were working late to finish up a project due by the end of the quarter. When you got to a stopping point, you came over to my desk.
"I'm at a good stopping point, want to come get a drink with me?" You asked.
I twirled around, "Thanks for the offer but I don't usually, uh, mingle with coworkers after hours."
"That's bullshit, I saw you with Craig and the legal team at the Chilis last weekend. You just don't want to fraternize with me, is that it?" You accused.
I stammered, "I uh, want to keep our relationship professional." I turned away from you, blush getting redder by the second.
Your brows furrowed in skepticism. "We've been working together for two months and you've never dropped your guard around me like you do for the others, why is that?"
You inched closer to my desk chair as you grilled me. I felt the pressure of the desk behind my back as I scooted my chair away from you. I was cornered.
"Do you like me, Sandy?" You asked.
I opened my mouth to barely whisper a yes.
"Is that why you're always so nervous around me?"
I nodded, mortified.
You walked toward my seat, leaning on the arm rests and getting inches away from my face.
"I think it's cute. You don't get around much, do you?" You grinned as you sat on my lap.
I shook my head, the rest of my body was frozen.
"So when's the last time a pretty girl sat in your lap?" You asked.
"N-never had the pleasure." I mumbled.
"Never? So I'm the first to grind on your lap?" You started to gyrate your hips in a humping motion, grinding your pelvis against my thighs. I let out a pathetic little moan, covering my mouth with my hands to avoid being loud.
"If you were worried about me noticing you've got a crush on me, too late. I knew you liked me on day one. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?" You dragged your fingertips across my chest, making me groan with delight.
"Well, what are you gonna do about it?" You commanded, reaching under my shirt to pinch my nipples between your fingers.
I yelped, biting on my lip and moaning in delight at the surprise of it all. I can't think straight and can barely process what you're saying.
"I uh, you...um, uh...." i couldn't speak as I looked up past your unbuttoned shirt showing off your cleavage to your dominating dark eyes that commanded my submission.
You lifted up your blouse to pull your soft fupa out for me to see.
"Don't think I haven't caught you looking at this part of me too." You said as you jiggled your plumpest, bottom fat roll.
I just about blue screened on that one.
My body finally unfroze and my hands became fupa-seeking missiles. I squeezed your plumpness in my hands and groaned, thinking about how well-fed and sedentary you must be to have all these fat stores.
"You're drooling." You pointed out. I licked my lips and swallowed. "I- how did you know I was into this?"
"Did a little bit of investigative work. You're of interest to me." You smirked.
"So you're into what I'm into..?" I asked.
"Yes, now will you finally let me kiss you?"
You kissed me softly and I shuddered with euphoria. Shock waves of pleasure rippled through my body as you leaned into the kiss and touched my shoulders. Your lips were so oily and plush, it took all my strength not to nibble on them. I grabbed squishy handfuls of your belly to hold onto and massage while you kissed me.
Eventually, you pulled away because you heard someone walk into the office.
It was our boss.
"Hey Sandy, Maia, you should head out for the night, it's late."
"Uh, uh yessir, we just finalized the project draft and we're wrapping up here." you spoke up for me.
I was still stunned and euphoric. The boss looked at me us quizzically, shrugged, and then made his way to the elevator.
Harry didn’t email me that night. I checked my phone every few minutes, even while I was gorging on dinner. (Shrimp fettuccini, enough to fill our largest baking dish. God, Simon was a good cook.)
“You seem distracted,” Simon said across the table. His head was resting on his hands, which was how he usually sat when he watched me eat. “You don’t like the food?”
“What? I love it.” And I truly did. This might’ve been his best meal yet. I’d recently developed a craving for anything buttery. Not sure if I’d always felt that way, or if my taste buds had somehow changed.
He waited for me to explain. He knew that if he kept looking at me with his big, patient eyes, I’d tell him anything.
“It’s my brother. He was supposed to email me today. My aunt called and…”
“Eat while you talk please. It’ll get cold.”
So between bites, I told him everything.
“I see,” he said. “So… your family pressured him to invite you. But he still doesn’t want you there.”
I nodded, droplets of sauce falling off my chin.
“But something else is upsetting you, too.”
“No. Just this stupid wedding.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Fine!” I dropped my fork. Without realizing, I’d finished the last bite. “I’ve been having so much fun lately, and I thought… Never mind. It’s stupid.”
“Go on.”
“I thought that if I got invited, then I wouldn’t need to keep trying to gain weight. And I wasn’t ready to go back to our real lives, especially since my body hasn’t changed yet.”
He laughed, then pretended that he didn’t. “Who says this has to stop?”
“Well, if Harry…”
“Stop thinking about Harry!” he shouted. Then he forced his voice to soften. “Your brother shouldn’t have this kind of power over you. If you want to eat, you should eat.”
“Thanks.” I pushed myself out of my seat.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna wash my face.”
“But you’re not finished.”
Every single noodle was gone. All that remained in the dish was a quarter-inch pool of the butter sauce.
Oh.
What did he want me to do? Lick it off?
Simon joined me on my side of the table. He raised the dish so that its corner touched my lips. “Ready?”
I opened my mouth.
He tilted the dish diagonally and the sauce slid onto my tongue. He was careful not to let any of it drip off the sides. I barely needed to swallow. The liquid simply rolled down the back of my throat. In two minutes, the dish was empty and I felt woozy. I closed my eyes.
“You can’t fall asleep here. Come on.”
He hoisted my body out of the chair and led me to the bedroom. That’s when my phone finally buzzed with an incoming message.
I didn’t bother checking it. That could wait till the morning.
***
That night, I dreamt about the wedding. For some reason, it was in our childhood backyard, the place where Harry and I used to spend all our time together.
Harry was standing at the altar at the back of the yard, in the shadow of our old treehouse. I know his hair was shorter now, but in my dream, he looked like he did the last time I saw him in person. Two years ago.
A bunch of people I didn’t recognize sat in folding chairs in front of him. And for some reason, Simon was officiating the whole thing. He even had a priest’s collar.
Everyone looked up and the bride started walking down the aisle. I couldn’t see her face, but somehow I knew that she was beautiful. And she walked to Harry and they said their vows and everything was just perfect.
But I wasn’t there. I could see everything, but I wasn’t there.
Then suddenly, I was. Like I’d just appeared in my own dream. But I felt different. Heavy. Weighed down. I was standing by Simon now.
Everyone turned toward me, including Harry and his beautiful wife. They were horrified. “Who the hell are you?” he said.
“I’m Mal! I’m your brother!”
Then Simon placed his hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, honey. He doesn’t recognize you anymore.”
“Why?”
Before he could answer, I woke up.
Simon lay next to me, deep asleep. I wanted to wake him up and tell him about it, but I knew that would annoy him. I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I decided to go into the kitchen to drink another shake. That would help my brain settle down.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to get out of bed. Simon had left a couple thermoses on the night table. That was really nice of him. I sucked down on the soothing, milky liquid and passed out. I didn’t dream after that.
When I woke up, Simon was out of bed and all my night table thermoses were empty. I was so groggy that it took me a couple tries to hoist myself out of bed.
“Up so soon?” Simon called from the kitchen. “I won’t be done cooking for another twenty minutes.”
I wasn’t sure what he was frying up (I’d lost track of his meal plan) but the smell made my mouth water.
I kissed him good morning and went straight to my phone on the dinner table. It was finally time to read the message.
As my aunt had promised, Harry had indeed sent me the details of his wedding. It would be down in Rio, not our childhood backyard, obviously. Some nice beach resort, I guess. And it’d be a three-day event in early fall.
All the details were forwarded from another email, and the only thing Harry wrote was: “If you and Simon choose to come, here are the details.”
That’s it.
Obviously he didn’t want me there. This was a pity invite, nothing more.
I know that I shouldn’t care so much, but I felt tears well up. “I got the invitation.”
“Yeah?” Simon said. Then he saw my expression and came right over. I showed him the one-sentence email, which made him scoff. “Remember what we talked about yesterday?”
“Uh huh.” I collapsed on the chair and waited for breakfast. I stared at my phone screen for however long it took Simon to finish cooking.
He set a couple plates in front of me and pulled the phone out of my hand. Breakfast looked so delicious. And greasy.
Bacon. Sausages. Fried chicken. And a coating of gravy over everything. (I was starting to really like the stuff.)
Eating this would be a nice distraction from my feelings. The last few times I’d gotten into a Harry-related funk, I’d gone straight to the gym to work through my feelings. Now, I went to the dinner table. Hopefully it would work as well.
I started with a piece of chicken, nibbling off the gravy-soaked skin. I’d only eaten a few bites before Simon grabbed it out of my hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“If you keep going at this pace, it’ll take you hours before you finish.”
“Sorry! I’m upset.”
“Then just sit back, please.”
I did as I was told. Simon had fed me a couple times when I was having trouble finishing my dinner, but I’d never eaten a whole meal this way.
He pressed the chicken against my lips and waited for me to bite. Halfway through chewing, he pressed again. He didn’t give me any time to swallow, forcing me to fill my mouth and only half-chew.
This continued until all the chicken was gone.
When he got to the bacon, he was more merciless. He went faster, and because the strips were thin, he stacked them three at a time.
“Slow… down…” I struggled to say through the food chunks.
“Sorry. I didn’t understand that.”
Eventually, I just closed my eyes and took it. Everything was mixed in my mouth, so I couldn’t tell exactly what I was eating. And I didn’t care. I had entered autopilot, less a human and more a receptacle. A food-devouring trash bin.
I loved it.
Every painful swallow, every hot dribble on my face, every bit of warmth on my tongue.
It felt like forever and no time at all.
And then it was over. I opened my eyes and saw an empty, gravy-coated table in front of me. That’s when my brain finally registered the pain in my stomach. It was worse than ever before, partly from the sheer amount but mostly from the speed.
“Simon,” I whimpered. I both loved and hated how weak I sounded.
“Was that good?”
“My… It hurts.” I struggled to breathe. “Can you… bring a shake?”
“Of course.”
He wiped off my face as I drank it down, feeling the pain lessen just a little. I wasn’t thinking about my brother anymore. I wasn’t thinking about anything.
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“Okay, how do I look?” asked Sebastian, walking into the living room.
Before him, lazing across the couch was Bleecker, clad only in a pair of gym shorts that looked like they might have been snug 40 pounds ago but were now positively tortured, his thighs looked set to burst out of them at the slightest movement. The past month had been rather fortuitous for the roommates, as their eating competitions became nightly events. Bleecker had added some serious mass to his already soft frame, and it was rare to see him in a shirt these days, especially as they cranked up the heat during the icy winter months. In fact, the only time he wore a shirt was either to class or to practice.
The jock had grown an even thicker belly in the months since Sebastian moved in, and it was now etched with some added stretch marks that most of his apparel failed to conceal. His outdated wardrobe only drew attention to his budding love handles and softer chest. Every small movement would cause the fabric to ride up the curve of his belly and settle around his belly button while displaying his happy trail proudly.
Bleecker looked up upon hearing Sebastian’s question, his mouth full with a meatball sub. He held up a sauce stained finger and chewed while taking in the image of his roommate. Sebastian had certainly not been spared from the thousands of excess calories he had been shoving down his throat daily. Based on the style and fit, the outfit he was wearing had to be something he brought from Greece. It was apparent that Sebastian had still not purchased any new winter clothes and opted for a white linen button up with the sleeves rolled up. This was paired with some vertical striped blue and white swim pants, with boat shoes.
Bleecker thought his roommate looked like a Greek model, but a plus sized one. Sebastian’s belly bulged out against the shirt, creating small holes between the lower few buttons displaying his furry torso. The hem also flared out slightly over his wider muffin top. He had left the top buttons undone in the typical Greek fashion, revealing his hairy chest. But what caught Bleecker’s eye was the way his roommates' dark, erect nipples were so visible against the white fabric.
His thighs looked stuffed inside his pants, and, with a twirl of his finger, Bleecker instructed Sebastian to turn around to show off his thick shelf of an ass. It wobbled as he turned back around, and Sebastian was ready to hear what Bleecker thought. With a mighty swallow, the underdressed jock stood up, his body jiggling, and grinned.
“Bro, you look awesome. Felix has gotta be the luckiest guy on campus to have you for the night. Damn.” Bleecker answered, using his clean hand to fistbump Sebastian.
“Yes, well, as you said it is our third date and so…” Sebastian trailed off, seemingly nervous.
“Seb, don’t worry about anything. I’m gonna head out tonight and hang with some friends at Kappa Tau, and stay at Brandon’s,” he said with a wink. “So you two love birds can enjoy yourselves here. Now, I left lube and condoms in your nightstand and if you guys get hungry, there’s leftover pizza and a fresh tub of ice cream. I remember last time you brought him over you nearly cleaned us out, so I stocked up this time”
“Bleecker, you’re the best friend I could have. I’m so glad I’m here, and that I get to share this with you!” Sebastian said, before heading to the door.
He attempted to put his phone and wallet in his pockets but found that they were flush tight against his thighs, far too tight to squeeze anything into. Deciding to carry them, he walked the short distance to La Barriga, the Mexican restaurant he had agreed to meet Felix at. Felix stood out on the curb, absorbed in his phone as Sebastian approached. Sebastian got a good look at him before Felix was aware of his presence.
A pair of dark jeans rolled up above a pair of Doc Marten’s gave the definite hipster vibe, especially with the faded white band tee he was wearing beneath a leather jacket. Felix was using his belly to support his forearm as he read from his phone, which had pushed a solid two inches of pale flab to ooze out from under the tee. He had trimmed his beard down slightly for their date and with his head bent forward like this, Sebastian could see a ring of fat around his jawline, as his double chin was pressed into prominence. Walking up casually, Sebastian extended an arm around Felix’s lower back and grabbed a cheeky handful of side flesh as he pulled him in for a kiss. Felix was surprised by the younger Greek man’s confidence but leaned in to it, reaching up a hand to flick one of his prominent nipples, eliciting a gasp from Sebastian.
“Now let's get some food and beer in us before we get too excited, yeah?” Felix asked with a smile.
The two gorged themselves on quesadillas, burritos and all manner of Mexican delicacies as they discussed more about history and philosophy. The conversation flowed as easily as the beer did, and several hours later, they found themselves stumbling back to Sebastian’s place. He fumbled around for his keys as Felix kissed his neck from behind, and ran a hand over his bloated middle, bringing up a deep belch that just made them laugh more. Finally making their way inside, Felix shed his jacket and gave a deep sigh as he seemed to exhale and expand, his already bloated potbelly seeming to strain the cotton prison of his shirt.
“Sebastian, you’re the best. I can really be myself with you man.” He said with a relaxed grin.
Sebastian wandered into the kitchen, pulling out the ice cream and setting it on the bench, raising an eyebrow at Felix.
“I am so glad to hear Felix, but I hope you have room for dessert! I have such a sweet tooth” He purred.
“Of course I do! I’ll eat anything if it’s coming from a handsome guy like you” Felix replied, his voice taking on a deeper, sexier growl, as he pushed Sebastian back up against the kitchen counter.
Their bloated bellies mashed together, as they craned their necks forward to allow their lips to meet, the mingling flavours of cheese, grease and beer being swirled around by their tongues. Things were escalating as Felix reached a hand around to grab at Sebastian’s fattened ass, now pressed into the countertop as they heard a loud ripping noise emanate from Sebastian’s rear. His shorts had split right down the crack, stunning them both. There was a pause before they began laughing. Sebastian gradually rubbed Felix’s belly slowly, as the TA made his way to the couch, dropping down with a noticeable droop in the cushion.
Sebastian grabbed the semi melted ice cream and brought it over to his date. He then shuffled out of his pants which were now ruined, leaving him in just his tight black briefs, from which at least an inch of crack was visible. Felix leaned back and held his arms out as Sebastian sat on his lap, their thick thighs rubbing against each other as Sebastian shoveled ice cream into his date’s mouth. Before long, Felix was panting as his stomach bulged with fullness, his beard had dribbles of ice cream running down it and his moustache was smeared with chocolate flavoured dairy. Sebastian leaned in for a kiss and licked it all up smiling.
“Now I get to taste a milk moustache. I like it,” he said, as he continued feeding Felix.
The next morning, Sebastian blinked as the harsh sunlight hit him square in the face. Shielding his face with his hands he looked around himself and stifled a laugh. He and Felix had fallen asleep in their underwear on the couch, with Sebastian laying on Felix’s furry belly as the pudgy TA snored lightly, the corners of his mouth lifted in contentment.
Managing to stand without waking his older lover, Sebastian wandered to the kitchen, yawning and scratching his belly. Despite being stuffed full less than eight hours ago, his stomach was now begging for more food. After several minutes of attempting to quietly make himself a bowl of cereal and a coffee, he felt a pair of arms reach around his hips and rest on his belly at the same time he felt a kiss being planted on his neck.
“Morning handsome” Felix growled in his low morning voice.
“Morning you” replied Sebastian, turning around, his belly bumping in Felix’s, as the two made out, their hands exploring each other’s body and budding curves.
Their brief kiss was interrupted by the sound of keys jingling in the bowl in the hallway. Sebastian pushed Felix away, his face going red as he realised the two were standing in the kitchen in their underwear, at full mast. Bleecker rounded the corner and paused, the unexpected sight making him freeze.
“Bleecker I assume?” Felix asked, casually strolling over and shaking his hand. “Felix”.
“Er yeah, sorry I can go” He said, flinging his thumb over his shoulder in a signal that he was going to leave.
“Or perhaps, he could join us?” Asked Felix, turning to Sebastian and raising an eyebrow.
The exchange student locked eyes with his roommate, and between them was a moment where they knew what the other was going to say.
“Yes.”
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Sebastian panted as he felt his sweaty thighs rub together, his partners flanking him, clad in similar outfits. He grinned slightly as he drank in the sights around him, marvelling at all the overfed, American bodies. Clad in only a black Speedo that he barely managed to squeeze his bulbous ass into, the exchange student’s form left nothing to the imagination. Every inch of tan, hairy flesh was on show as the trio received a mixture of appreciative and disgusted glances from the other beachgoers. Where Felix was soft and sagging, and Bleecker was puffy and thick, Sebastian was the perfect example of an overstuffed European, fat and wide, but still perky.
His moobs were tipped with large nipples that created creases that were slowly starting to seep with sweat that ran down his blubbery body. He had also let his stubble grow out, which did little to hide his now triple chin that seemed to blend into his neckline. His colossal ass resembled two beachballs with a generous swath of crack emerging from the strained material. The once skinny man made a mental note not to let himself get too hard, lest he snap his entire swimsuit in half.
It was a good thing that his hairy belly hung so low and round that it eclipsed his crotch, for his unshaved FUPA had come loose with all the walking. Lubricated by the increased sweat, his fat pad pushed the fabric down and rubbed against his underbelly. The fat collected above Sebastian’s crotch had grown so plump that it was bigger than some smaller guy’s beer guts and it was his only body part that had grown stretch marks to rival the ones on his love handles. Exhausted, he half heartedly pulled up the back of his Speedo to ensure the skimpy suit didn’t fall of completely. The blatant exhibitionism of it all made him pant in more ways than one.
Not to be outdone, Felix’s pale body was clad in a pair of painted-on swim briefs. His blubbery thighs and butt were now so large, they simply couldn’t be contained by the Speedo’s. His once average body hair was now looking sparse as the expansion of his belly had forced it to spread outwards, giving it a thinner look. The philosophy major’s biceps could be confused for some level of muscle while wearing a large jacket, but here on full display, it was clearly little more than fat. They drooped and collected to a point on his back rolls, where his huge tit folds wrapped around to meet it. Felix, more than the other two lovers, seemed to struggle the most with his gain, as he had already been slightly unfit, unlike the other two. However, it didn’t stop him from making his way down to the ocean, allowing the salty water to rush over his cankles.
Bleecker was swaggering along, full of confidence at over 350 pounds. Despite his wide gait and rounded physique, he managed to catch the eyes of many beach goers, although Felix would later proclaim that he was simply so large, there was no way anyone could miss him. Bleecker had wanted to show off, and so had picked out a white bikini brief that the top and bottom inch of his ass fell out of, as the mesh-like fabric was stretched to its limits. The rugby player’s sheer bulk caused every part of him to bounce, as his muscle was now coated in several generous layers of fat, but remarkably still had definition between his muscle groups. In particular, Bleeckers biceps were now too large to even fit the largest of shirts available in stores. He generally just donned tarp-like tank tops that didn’t end up lasting long anyway, as his hog-like eating methods often ruined any clothing.
Their day passed by in a blur of hotdog stant runs, ice cream cart top ups and soda machine refills. The three overstuffed men cycled between using their fat as flotation devices in the sparkling ocean and tanning themselves under the blazing sun. Felix’s favourite part was lathering up the other boys with sunscreen, while Bleecker was most preoccupied with joining a game of beach rugby, in which he managed to help his team win simply because none of the other beachgoers could knock him down. As Sebastian sat under the umbrella, sipping his extra large thickshake, he closed his eyes and smiled. Rubbing his thick, blubbery gut as the sweet mixture dribbled down his throat, the once slim man thought back to when he had first arrived in the US, and how anxious he had been. Now, he was more confident and content than ever. No matter where he was in the world, Sebastian was a fat man now.
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The worst part about the chilly spring mornings wasn’t the cold, it was knowing that each morning he woke up was one less day he had left with his boyfriends. Seb pouted at this thought while stuffing his face with pancakes. Felix and Bleecker were constantly doting on him. Cooking and ordering massive amounts of food for the forlorn boy, and promising him that he can come back whenever he wants.
The exchange student had known that this would be temporary from the start, but he didn’t expect his life to become so defined by his experiences in America. However, that had given the young man a plan. Something to aim for. To grow as much as possible while he still had this time in the States, and time with his lovers. However, despite his determination, he was not to be outdone by the other boys, who were also well and truly invested in gaining themselves.
Felix had truly fattened to the point that calling him a “hipster” would no longer suit him. He had outgrown that aesthetic over the Christmas break, but was still clinging to it. As a result, he had been forced to retire his old jeans, and buy ones from the Big and Tall store, altering them himself by cutting and ripping holes so that his pale, fleshy thighs were oozing out on display for all.
Similar was his soft, blubbery belly, which hung out several inches of any band tee he wore. Turns out most brands for vintage tour tees don’t go above an L, or XL if you’re lucky, and with Felix being over 330lbs he was now constantly displaying a generous slab of furry gut. His old jackets were too small as well, but thrift shopping had scored him an old biker jacket that worked for his current size.
The philosophy major continued to pile on the pounds, too which on his pear shaped body meant he looked wider each day. Sebastian loved using his soft, wobbling belly as a pillow, while Bleecker would often come up behind Felix and knead his love handles like dough. He was now so thick in the lower body that he was forced to adopt a wide stance, and had been waddling for some time.
Not to be outdone however, Bleecker had been treating every meal as if it was a competitive eating competition. Glutting himself to the point of exploding before passing out for a nap. His belly was now almost always at some stage of fullness, and protruded outwards in every direction. What was once referred to as a barrel, was not closer to a keg, as his overstressed back now curved to handle the sheer size of it. Not to be forgotten though was his monumental ass, which would barely even fit into the special ordered gym shorts he forced himself to squeeze into when going out in public.
He still maintained going to the gym 4 times a week, although it was primarily just weightlifting at this stage, as his body could barely fit into any of the machines anymore, and cardio was far too much effort for the ballooning ex-jock. One of the other reasons Bleecker kept this gym schedule up was for the sauna. He would strip down and wrap a bath sheet around himself and sit there in the steaming room as his beefy form began to pour with sweat, cascading through his folds and across his incredible expanse. He was tipping the scales at nearly 400lbs these days, and his muscled-fat form looked more fit for sumo than rugby.
Sebastian’s new personal goal he was determined to grow as much as humanly possible before he was forced to return home. The winter months mostly involved him sitting on the couch, with one or both of the boys stuffing him constantly. They would rub his belly and cuddle him until he would demand more food. He was truly invested in plumping up and could barely go five minutes without wondering what he was going to eat next.
Felix and Bleecker delighted in keeping their Mediteranean boyfriend fed, developing shifts and shopping schedules to maximise his gains. But when school returned, they noticed a shift in Sebastian. He was emotionally distant, unwilling to go out and do anything, and utterly fixated on food. His gluttony was becoming too much for them to handle. It was like having a mindless eating machine parked on the couch, swelling up like a tick with every day that passed.
“Yeah. It’s like he’s just eating because it’s all he can do now.” Bleecker replied sadly.
“I know he’s feeling down about leaving in a few months but we need to show him that we care. And that we’re there for him…” Felix said, pausing as he looked past Bleecker and down the aisle.
Bleecker looked to where Felix was fixated and grinned, his smile pushing up his chubby cheeks.
“Hmm? Oh… yes! We just need to convince him.”
“Leave it to me,” Felix said, wobbling past the ex-jock whose massive belly took up most of the aisle.
Back home, Sebastian had just finished gorging himself on inhuman amounts of waffles and bacon, his overstuffed gut quivering with every minor motion. Releasing a wet belch from his foodstained maw, Sebastian scratched at the glaringly bright stretchmarks that seemed to adorn more and more of his form these days. With a rattling in the lock, Felix and Bleecker stumbled in, carrying multiple straining bags. They were panting and sweating as they unpacked everything, taking samples from various snack foods all the while. Offering only a half-hearted wave and a burp, Seb acknowledged their return.
“Hey bro, hows the belly hanging?” Bleecker asked, as he made his way to his roommate.
He fell onto the couch heavily, rubbing the exposed couple inches of skin under his woefully small tank top that had so many X’s before the L that the jock had lost count.
“Good, good. You guys took a bit,” The Geek boy replied.
Felix waddled over excitedly, his jiggling form resembling jello as he began rummaging around in a bag, before extracting something and shoving it in his boyfriend’s face.
“Well we noticed a sale, and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you in this!”
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