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An Encouraging Boss - Part 2 (Gainer Erotica)

Sorry it took so long for a part 2, but here it is! Had a lot of fun writing this second part, and I tried incorporating some recommendations I got from the first one. I’m already playing with ideas for part 3 😏 enjoy!!

AN ENCOURAGING BOSS - PT 2

The rest of the drive home felt like a blur for Brett, the ecstasy of what had just unfurled having sent him into a state of pure bliss. He vaguely remembered Kevin asking for him to hand him his meal, and stealing a handful of fries as he did, rewarded with a devilish grin. His boss’s hand had alternated between fries and rubbing Brett’s bloated belly, occasionally trailing its way up to his sensitive nipple. Brett took the liberty of firmly planting his hand on Kevin’s thigh, groping it as the nipple play stimulated him… 

And then they were pulling into the garage of Kevin’s condo complex. 

“Here we are,” said Kevin, pulling into his spot and shutting down the car. Brett hadn’t even put his seat back up, his massive belly still laying sprawled on his lap. He’d been massaging it the rest of the way home, rubbing it in circles and feeling the layers of warm fat underneath. He’d half-hazardly cleaned the cum from his gut with napkins, getting hard again as he watched his belly jiggle and compress. He grinned as the car quieted down and Kevin turned his full attention back to the gut, reaching out with both hands to squeeze it. In the well-lit garage, Brett loved how much more he could see Kevin’s face, that chiseled chin, his tight pecs gripped by his shirt…. Brett desperately wanted to rip it off. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout the mess,” murmured Kevin, entranced by the gut as layers of fat yielded to his hands, “I’ll clean the car tomorrow.” His eyes raised up to meet Brett’s and he smiled as he looked at the round, studly face before him. “Let’s get you upstairs, fatso, the night’s still young.” Brett felt his dick twitch at that, and the two popped their doors.

 Brett struggled for a second to get out, having to practically fall out with his gut leading the way. It jiggled and bounced between his unbuttoned shirt, a round beach ball. The car beeped, locked, and suddenly two hands were reaching around him. He felt the warmth of Kevin’s firm body against his backside, and his knees went weak as his boss planted a deep kiss on his neck, tongue flickering around sensually. He felt Kevin’s hands kneed and gently shake his gut, and his own hands covered them, enjoying the slow circles he made around his belly. His hard on was rapidly returning, his eyes barely open as he felt Kevin’s hot breath on his ever-so-sensitive neck. “So, stud,” whispered Kevin as he tenderly squeezed Brett’s moobs, procuring a moan from the bear, “what ya like to eat? I’ll cook you up whatever that gut desires.” Brett couldn’t formulate a thought in response as Kevin slowly ground his hard on against his backside, Kevin’s pants straining to contain it, his big, strong arms wrapped around Brett’s layers of fat. Kevin’s fingers worked Brett’s tits delicately, causing shivers to rush down his spine. Was Brett about to cum in the middle of the garage?

Suddenly the heat was gone and Brett was left aghast as Kevin walked away towards the elevators. He paused, grinning back at Brett. Brett, despite being flustered, couldn’t help but grin back. God, his boss was such a tease. “Come on, hot stuff, don’t keep that belly waiting.” Brett grinned, his gut growling in response.

***

The two walked into the elevator, Brett’s gut still sticking out, a mass of fat that jiggled with each step, his tits bouncing atop. His gut dangled roundly over the front of his pants, hiding the wet spot on his crotch. He mindlessly rubbed his gut as Kevin pressed for the top floor. Damn, I knew he had money, didn’t realize it was this good.

Kevin turned to him as the elevator made its way up. “If I do anything that you don’t like or makes you uncomfortable, please say something, alright?” Brett was a bit caught off guard, but Kevin’s eyes were sincere. “Sorry if that’s a little weird, I just.. I don’t wanna rub you the wrong way.”

Brett vigorously shook his head, placing his hand on Kevin’s bulging shoulder. Man, how he wanted to rub those muscles. “You’re totally fine Kev, honestly. I mean, everything you’ve done… I’ve got no complaints so far, and I promise I’ll let you know if that changes.” Kevin grinned at him. Fuck, that godamn smile… “if anything, I just want you to go further.” Kevin’s grin turned fiendish at this.

“Careful what you wish for,” he growled. Brett was suddenly pinned up against the wall of the elevator, arms locked down by Kevin’s insanely strong grip. His belly felt pressured as Kevin pressed himself against him, his hardened body squishing into the plush layers of fat on Brett. Brett could barely catch his breath as he looked into his boss’s eyes, completely vulnerable, his gut expanding and contracting into his boss’s body. Kevin grinned and his head whipped downward, tongue flicking over Brett’s tit. Brett’s head went backwards, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Oh fuck…” Kevin’s hands made their way to Brett’s love handles, sliding between the rolls of fat and his shirt. Kevin lightly bit Brett’s nipple as he squeezed and shook the love handles, making Brett’s knees practically buckle. Brett’s own hands slowly made their way down Kevin’s backside, squeezing every tensed muscle…. Suddenly his arms were slammed back against the wall and his boss was staring at him again, a wild grin on his lips. “Safe word’s ‘mercury,’ if you need it.” DING!

The elevator doors slid open and Kevin exited, beckoning Brett along. Brett took a second to compose himself, his head rushing. Holy fuck, that was hot. He shook his head and quickly followed, looking down to watch his belly jiggle. He couldn’t stop imagining how good it had felt to have Kevin humping it, worshiping his big beautiful body. The way he’d been so attentive to every sensation, working Brett’s every nerve- 

Brett practically ran into Kevin unlocking his door, his eyes eagerly watching the fat stud. He playfully slapped the exposed gut, sending waves through the fat. “Come on in, bud.”

Kevin’s apartment was sleek and modern, with tasteful decorations adorning the minimalist wallpaper. The open concept led from a rather large, shiny kitchen to a sunken living room, complete with black and white furniture and cabinetry. Opposite the entry was a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out onto the golden lights of downtown in the distance. Brett noticed a long hallway to his right that presumably led to the bathroom and bedroom. The whole place looked straight out of an interior design magazine.

“Might wanna close your mouth before a fly makes its way in there,” said Kevin playfully from the kitchen island. He winked; “Or something else does.” Brett quickly closed the door and made his way to the island, a bit flustered. “Sorry, I’ve just…. This place is incredible.” Not that I should be suprised, given how incredible you are…

Kevin chuckled. “Appreciate it. It’s a little bit, uh, cleaner than usual, not that I’m messy. But, figured hey, I might need to entertain guests after the party tonight.” He smoothly made his way around next to Brett, sliding a hand across the bear’s backside. Brett shivered in excitement. “Speaking of which,” murmured Kevin, his voice sultry and quiet, his other hand rubbing Brett’s belly, “about my earlier question in regards to food…”

Brett took a moment to enjoy the feeling of Kevin’s strong, muscular hands caressing his soft underbelly, squeezing and jiggling his fat. He noticed Kevin’s eyes looking at him expectantly, his hand continuing to play with the fat. “Um, honestly, I’ll eat anything. There’s really nothing I won’t have.” Pause. “I love pasta, if that helps?” Wow, how classy of me.

But Kevin smirked, giving a final squeeze to Brett’s gut. Brett’s hand had made its way to Kevin’s shoulder, gently massaging all that beautiful and bulging muscle. He couldn’t deny feeling a bit sad at the sensation disappearing as Kevin made his way over to a cabinet. “How about some alfredo dishes?” Brett’s gut rumbled at the idea. “Sure! Love me some Alfredo.” Kevin opened the cabinet to reveal an almost absurd amount of pasta and assorted ingredients. He pulled two large pots out of a drawer and started filling them with water. He turned towards Brett, eyeing him up and down. Brett immediately felt vulnerable, his soft plushy belly and tits exposed. But something in Kevin’s eyes calmed him, as his boss began to untuck his own shirt from his pants. “Do me a favor, stud, and finish taking that shirt off.” Brett didn’t have time to be confused as Kevin lifted his own shirt off, tossing it in the corner. Brett stared, encapsulated by the beautiful man before him. His arms like tree trunks, bulging every which way, held up by his muscly shoulders. His pecs were perfectly round, staring into Brett’s face. Brett wondered how much his boss could bench. “Well?” said Kevin, turning his attention to the filled pots, pouring some salt into each. Brett rushed to take off his shirt, shaking the last few inches of the sleeves off, his gut bouncing and shaking. With his shirt off, Brett’s round belly bulged in front of him, leading the way for his body. His wide back, from his roles of fat, led down to a surprisingly round and springy bubble but. His tits were a little bit hard from the AC. Now he felt really exposed. 

Kevin grinned, turning on the burners before making his way over to Brett. Fuck, Brett was feeling weak watching this man approach him in all his muscular glory. Kevin grabbed his tits violently, shaking them as he pressed his body into Brett’s. The hardened muscle against his squishy flesh had Brett’s hard-on back and better than ever. “Fuck, Brett, I can’t get enough of you…” Kevin shoved his face into Brett’s tits, his hands making their way down to his love handles where they squeezed and shook him. Brett felt every breath pushing his fat gut into his boss, suddenly aware of how much he loved every inch of his own expansive body. His hands fell across his boss’s back, feeling every muscle tense and relax as Kevin groped and grabbed his layers of fat. The two men stood breathing in each other's scent, lost in the feeling of how good their bodies felt. Brett gasped as Kevin pulled him in suddenly, causing his belly to spill out to the side. Kevin looked up at his employee, his eyes ablaze with lust. Brett stared back for a moment before grinning himself, and rushed in to kiss Kevin, pulling him into a deep hug. Their lips were interlocked, deep and rapid breathing coming through their noses as they explored each other. Kevin’s hand ventured over every inch of Brett’s exposed fat, squeezing and pinching every roll, making their way up and down the expansive belly that pressed into him. The wet spot on his pants just kept getting bigger. “Fuck, Kevin,” whispered Brett between kisses, as Kevin twisted a nipple. Kevin pulled back for a moment, leaving both men breathing heavily. He watched as Brett’s gut expanded and contracted, expanded and contracted, a moving mound of fat. “So I normally like watching a show when I cook…” Brett was confused where this was going. “Do you think… do you think you could, maybe, uh, strip naked and um… play with yourself on the island while I’m cooking?” Oh? “And maybe play with your gut a bunch? I’ve got plenty of chips you can munch on too.”

Brett had never seen Kevin looking awkward, but he sure as hell had now. Kevin fidgeted as Brett processed the request, feeling incredibly weird to make such a demand. But Brett already knew his answer. “Of fucking course.” Brett quickly began undressing as Kevin watched, taken aback. But the shock dissipated as Brett dropped his drawers, his hard on springing free. Kevin took a moment to admire the beautiful bear standing before him. Brett’s thick, fleshy thighs were holding up his round upper body, his belly hanging over his crotch. His big, juicy ass was like two round balls on his backside, his body so perfectly curved. Kevin bit his lip. Brett was a wonderful image of indulgence. He wondered how it would feel to be squished between those meaty thighs, the big bear sitting atop him, crushing him….

Kevin noticed the water had started boiling and returned to cooking, but not before giving Brett’s cheeks a slap, causing the mounds to jiggle. The two grinned at each other. “Chips are in that cabinet, if you so want,” said Kevin. Brett pulled open the doors to a rather crazy variety of chips, and grabbed a bag before heading to the island, planting two hands on the smooth countertop. He hoisted himself up - he’d never lost his strength from his glory days - and grunted as he felt the smooth, cold surface meet his warm, soft skin. He let his legs dangle, his thick thighs pressed out wide on the edge of the counter. His juicy ass spread on both sides underneath him, cushions for his gluttonous body. His belly now pressed up to his moobs, hanging in between his legs. He popped open the bag of chips before reaching another hand down to his fat pad to find his cock. Kevin had stared in admiration the whole time, unconsciously continuing to prep the food. “Fuck Brett, I wish I could paint. I’d have a portrait of you started right now if I could.” Brett blushed a little and started shoving the chips into his mouth and stroking his cock, which was already semi from staring at his boss’s bare torso. 

Over the next hour, as Kevin cooked, Brett continued to stuff himself with chips, a seemingly never ending supply handed to him whenever a bag got empty. Brett played with himself in every way imaginable, the feelings magnified as he watched another stuffing be prepared in front of him. He twisted and squeezed his nipples, shaking them to make his breasts jiggle. The cold air made the sensation all the better as he caressed himself. He constantly rubbed his gut, taking handfuls of fat and shaking them, kneading his own body, causing his skin to feel warm to the touch. Kevin couldn’t help but occasionally stare as Brett took his gut in both hands and lifted it before letting it drop onto his lap, sending a wave of ripples through his fat. Brett would stroke his cock as he continued to play with his belly, feeling precum drip onto the counter as he watched Kevin cook and shoot him devious grins. The prolonged edging and sensation of feeling himself up made Brett ever so relaxed, and as he finished another bag of chips he laid back so he could breathe easier, his massive body spreading across the countertop. He heard Kevin mutter “food’s almost ready, just one more thing….”

Suddenly Brett felt motion underneath his thighs, and they were being lifted into the air. Kevin’s head appeared between them, a wild look of lust in his eyes as he adjusted to hold Brett’s weight on his shoulders. “Thanks for the show, hot stuff.” Brett felt weak being handled like he weighed nothing by the immense jock before him. “Now crush my head with these thighs while I have myself a little appetizer.” Brett was confused for a second before his eyes went wide as Kevin proceeded to once again engulf his cock. Brett moaned loudly, his head falling back onto the counter as his boss worked the head of his cock, sliding his tongue around sensually. A strong squeeze to his thighs reminded Brett of Kevin’s ask, and he squeezed his thighs together best he could, the fat trunks engulfing his boss’s head. Kevin grunted in appreciation as his mouth made its way further down Brett’s cock, sending the bear into a fit of ecstasy. He used both of his hands to play with his nipples as Kevin reached one of his hands up to squeeze and play with the fat belly. Brett moaned as Kevin jiggled his fat gut, now packed tighter with several bags of chips. His gut rose and fell as he groaned and grunted, his cock covered in his boss’s hot, moist mouth, his tongue working magic for Brett’s nerves. Kevin took his hand and found one of Brett’s, guiding it away from his breast to his gut, signaling for Brett to take over the belly play.

And he quickly saw why.

Kevin’s now free hand slowly made its way around Brett’s thigh, squeezing it tenderly, encouraging more moan’s from Brett. He tickled Brett’s taint, sending a shiver down the bear’s spine. Brett was already feeling close from the incredible head his boss was giving him and the feeling of his gut and tit being squished and jiggled, when he became aware of a finger making its way into his hole. He moaned, a loud, unfiltered moan of pure lust and pleasure, as Kevin’s finger began to explore his insides, rubbing against his walls. Kevin increased the intensity of his head, sending Brett into a spasm. He focused both his hands on grabbing and groping his own gut, shaking it, kneading it, squishing it as much as possible, feeling incredibly hot as every sensitive part of his body was engaged. Kevin carefully pushed a second finger in, causing Brett’s moans to escalate at the sensation, his whole body shaking and jiggling in delight.

“Kev….” he whispered, which quickly turned into a yell of pleasure as his boss increased the pace of his fingering. Brett didn’t know what felt better - his ass being played with, his cock engulfed in his boss’s mouth, or the feeling of his gut being stuffed and jiggled. Regardless, he felt his balls tense as his ecstasy reached a peak. “Kev- oh fuck, Kev, I- I…” but he couldn’t finish his sentence as he started to buck on the counter, his thighs clenching and suiqhsing Kevin’s head. Kevin continued to suck and finger the bear, feeling the cum shooting into his throat as Brett moaned at the top of his lungs. He felt the layers of fat jiggle and shake around his head, the fat gut expanding in and out on his forehead. Brett’s moans subsided and his body shook as the last few waves of his orgasm shook him, and his body relaxed. Kevin finally relinquished his oral grasp on Brett’s cock, grinning up at the bear as his thighs relaxed and fell from his shoulders. Brett could only stare up at the ceiling, so blown away by this second orgasm of the night. Kevin admired his handiwork, grabbing the bear’s gut and jiggling it, watching it shake back and forth on the counter. He looked down at the ever-growing wet spot on his jeans and grinned back up at Brett, who was looking at him, eyes slitted from pleasure with a happy grin.

“Alright, big boy, time to really eat.”

Brett still lay feeling as though all tension had left his body, his rolls spreading out around him. Kevin grabbed a chair from the dining table and pulled it up next to the island where Brett’s gut lay shrinking and growing as he caught his breath. Kevin playfully smacked the fat man’s thighs, giving them a squeeze. “Sit down, fatso. And put those hands behind you.” Brett slowly shifted himself off the counter as Kevin finished cooking, bowls and pots full of fattening Alfredo dishes galore. Brett paused as he sat up. His stomach felt so warm and relaxed, he felt like he’d gotten bigger just from that blowjbob. Damn, he’s fucking good, Brett thought as he lowered himself into the chair. It creaked as he ass spread out under him, his love handles spilling off his sides. He clenched his hands behind him, grinning as ideas ran through his head.

Kevin turned from the stove with a bowl, the smell of fresh made pasta filling the air. He winked at Brett as he approached, setting the pot down next to him. “Good boy, now keep those hands there. We’ll get started on that pasta in a second.” Brett’s eyes stayed fixated on the pot as Kevin went around the island, pulling open a drawer. Brett’s mouth practically salivated at the smell. But he’d already eaten so much-

Suddenly he felt pressure on his wrists behind him, and realized his hands were being restrained against the chair. He felt two large, muscular hands massage his shoulders, tugging and pulling on the flashiness. His boss’s hot breath fell on his neck, and a shiver ran down his spine.

“You’re gonna eat everything I throw at you, got it, Brett?” Cooed Kevin, his hands making their way down Brett’s fleshy body. “Ye- ooohhh uhh-“ Brett barely responded as Kevin’s hands played with his tits, cupping his breasts and jiggling them up and down. Brett lay his head into his boss’s chest, his dick somehow already pushing against the underside of his bell again. “Every morsel, you’re gonna eat. I don’t care how full you feel, or how heavy you get…”  Brett whimpered, so turned on by what he was hearing and the overwhelming sensation as Kevin’s hands massaged his gut, caressing every inch, pinching and shaking waves through his body. “…you’ll finish it all, and you’ll like it. Because I know how much you love stuffing yourself, pig, and feeling so full…” Brett’s hips gyrated, his cocks head rubbing between his fat pad and thighs. “… and I wanna see you get so much bigger. You sexy fucking stud…” Brett’s eyes started to roll back into his head when suddenly Kevin pulled back. He reappeared in front of Brett, a grin on his face and his cock unable to be contained. Brett’s eyes could only grow wider as he watched his boss strip before him.

Kevin took his time to unbuckle his pants, letting them fall to his ankles before kicking them to the side. His thighs were huge, muscular trunks that Brett felt were big enough to crush him if he wanted to. He let Brett admire the view for a moment, before Brett’s eyes wondered up to the bulging underwear… and then Kevin was dropping his drawers, his member springing free. It was a perfectly sized cock, bulging and ready for release based on the precum covering it. Brett desperately wanted to see those bare cheeks-

Kevin moved in suddenly, standing over Brett. The two stared deeply into each other's eyes. Brett couldn’t help but sneak looks at the juicy cock that was mere inches from his face. Kevin finally grabbed the pot and fork before making his way behind Brett again. This time, Brett willingly rolled his head back, coming to rest against Kevin’s solid belly. The stud looked down on his bear, a grin on his face. “Time for your stuffing, piggy.”

And so began the most intense feeding session of Brett’s life. Kevin never let Brett’s mouth go empty, shoving in giant forkfuls of thick, creamy pasta, followed by gulps of whole milk. Brett barely had time to chew, feeling the warm pasta and sauce slide down his throat into his tight belly, followed by cold chugs of milk. Brett found it to be a huge turn on as he fought to breathe between mouthfuls, Kevin’s entire focus on making sure Brett’s cheeks stayed stuffed… and tending to the bear’s growing belly.

As Brett would occasionally chew for more than a second, one of Kevin’s hands would make its way down his fleshy pecs, pinching the bear’s sensitive nipples. He’d cup the moob, feeling it yield to his grip, before tenderly stroking his fingertips down Brett’s belly. All the gluttonous man could do was moan and groan as he gulped down his food, Kevin’s touch causing his belly to flinch, the flesh soft and jiggly. Kevin whispered sweet encouragement in his ear; “that’s my sexy man… that’s it…. Taste all that fat rushing down your gullet…” Kevin’s hand fingered Brett’s deep belly button, thrusting into it as another spoonful of pasta slid into his throat. He groaned and gyrated his hips as Kevin grabbed his underbelly and shook, causing Brett’s stomach to slosh. “That’s it you fat pig, feel that belly grow…” At some point Kevin traded milk for beer, forcing Brett to chug down his food with swaths of carbs. Soon Brett was ready to burp and he did, instantly clearing space in his stomach. He moaned in release, and Kevin grinned, continuing to stuff the bear with another bowl.

Brett had never felt so full, so absolutely stuffed as he did right now. He moaned pleadingly, unsure how much more he could take. But Kevin would have none of it. “You know we’re not stopping, right, my little piggy? I told you-“ he whispered, once again leaning into Brett’s ear, “you’re eating all of this, until you can’t fucking move.” Brett’s dick throbbed as he sucked down more food, feeling his belly expand on his lap. He plowed through bowl after bowl, finally coming to the end. Kevin offered another beer and Brett obliged, a burp escaping him that made his belly quickly expand and retract, jiggling slightly. Gosh, he was about to burst.

Kevin returned to his frontside, admiring his handy work. Brett stared through half-open eyes, exhausted from all the eating. His boss’s muscular, beautiful body stood so elegantly before him. Despite the feeding, Brett wanted nothing more than to feel his boss’s cum shooting down his throat into his bloated belly-

“Hey, are you weed friendly?” Asked Kevin, snapping Brett out of his trance. Brett paused, processing the question. “Uh, yeah? Didn’t figure you the type.” Kevin grinned, moving to grab something from the micro wave. “Well I know it makes some people anxious so they try to avoid it, I just like to ask before offering.” Brett raised an eyebrow as Kevin pulled out a plate stacked with brownies. Then the smell hit him and he understood.

“You feeling ok?” Asked Kevin, making his way over, his dick bouncing, precum drilling off it. “Are you enjoying this? We can stop whenever you want to, I wanna make sure you’re comfortable.”

Brett looked his boss in the eye, and the feeling of confidence grew inside him - or perhaps it was the beer. He smiled. “Hell fucking yeah, this is the best feeding I’ve ever had.” Kevin smiled as Brett continued. “And it’s even better that it’s with you, Kev.” Brett blushed. Shit, that was weird.

But Kevin was unphased - in fact, his smile grew. “Well, I guess it’s time for dessert then.” He planted himself on what remained of Brett’s lap - that is, squatted against the bears fat, squishy belly. The feeling of his dick pressed against the warm, expanded belly sent a shiver down Kevin’s spine. He felt more precum drip out.

Brett wanted desperately to grab Kevin, but his hands were restrained. He instead focused on the feeling of his boss’s hips against his belly, the external pressure matching his insides. Feeling Kev’s dick rubbing his belly felt so good, just like in the car… 

Kevin slowly began feeding Brett the brownies, never telling him how much they were but Brett didn’t care - he just wanted to stare into his boss’s adoring eyes as his cheeks were stuffed. The soft, sweet brownies melted in his mouth. He felt their soft, almost gooey texture in his throat as he watched Kevin eat some himself. Both men gyrated their hips, the feelings sensational. Soon the plate was gone, and Brett felt like he was truly ready to burst.

Kevin placed the plate on the island and got down to his knees. He gently took care of Kevin and began rubbing and massaging Brett’s belly, tending to the fat, bloated bear. Brett moaned in thanks, loving the feeling as his boss tenderly soothed every inch of his fat body. He took his time to rub circles around Brett’s belly, gently shaking and squeezig the fat.

“Good job, stud, you did it. All that food, straight down to your waistline. God, Brett, so fucking hot how you put that all away…” Brett smiled and moaned as Kevin teasingly stroked his inner thigh, sending shivers down Brett’s spine.

This went on for what felt like hours. Brett couldn’t get over his boss’s muscular, meaty hands taking such delicate time to rub every inch of him. Massaging his muscles, letting his belly once again relax. Suddenly Kevin was on his lap again, gyrating against his gut. Brett started gyrating his own hips, his cock rubbing between his layers of fat. “Brett…” Kevin murmured, locking eyes with the bear, both of them pausing their breathing. They held in silence for just a moment before locking in a passionate kiss.

Brett felt only ecstasy as his boss explored every inch of his body with his hands, as his tongue explored his insides. Lips so soft yet firm, so deeply melding against his own. Kevin gyrated harder against the bear’s belly, loving how it felt as his cock sunk into the layers of fat beneath him. Time was once again lost as the two men continued to kiss and moan, both rubbing themselves to climax. 

Kevin’s hips suddenly picked up pace, making the shakes and waves through Brett’s fat faster. He grabbed the back of Brett’s head with both hands, somehow intensifying the kiss more. Both moaned loudly as the heat increased between them…

“Fuck-“ breathed Kevin, barely pulling away from Brett, “I’m gonna- fuck Brett, baby, I’m gonna cun-“

“Fucking do it-“ grunted Brett, laying into the feeling of his own cock. Feeling the pressure of his boss slamming against his overfilled belly felt so good, so right… his gyrations increased as he approached climax. “I fucking love how you filled me up, stuffed me to the limit- fuck Kev, fucking give me more-“

Both men moaned again as their lips locked, their hips bucking. Brett’s gut jiggled beneath Kevin, his cock shooting his load all over the fat bear’s chest. He grabbed onto Brett’s love handles, squeezing and pulling them. Brett’s load shot over his thigh as he felt Kevin’s fingers sinking into his sides, his moans turning into howls of pleasure. The two men slowed their gyrating to a stop, finally separating their lips to catch their breath.

Fuck, that was just as hot as the car. Brett couldn’t believe how many times he’d cum tonight. Or how much he’d eaten. Yet somehow seeing that look in Kevin’s eye, that lust as he massaged Brett’s belly… somehow Brett was still hungry.

“Not sure about you but the edibles are starting to hit,” said Kevin, grinning as he stood up. His muscular body stared at Brett, who was starting to feel it himself. “Let’s order some pizza.”

Brett almost wanted to protest, but lost his voice as Kevin swooped behind him once more, carefully undoing the restraints. He whispered tenderly “I’ve got some more ideas to keep busy while we wait… just head to the bedroom and I’ll be right there.” 

Brett grinned, his freed hands moving to his belly. He squeezed and played with it, already warm from Kevin’s attention. Feeling his soft, squishy body, watching it expand endlessly… if only he could just will it to get bigger. Oh fuck, I am high.

“Get going there, studly. Bedroom’s just down the hall. Grab some toys from the side table, if you like.” Kevin winked at him as he grabbed his phone from the counter, typing the number for the nearest pizza parlor. 

Brett made his way towards the bedroom, the high really hitting him as he stood. He purposely walked so his body jiggled as much as possible. His belly bounced in front of him, his layers of fat so plush. He picked up his gut and let it drop, admiring the feeling and how full it was. He burped and looked back at Kevin, who was staring at the bears fat, juicy cheeks. “You owe me a little more than just those fingers from before, ya know,” teased Brett. He felt his heart rate spike as Kevin’s grin grew. 

“Oh, you’re gonna get all that and more, hottie. Just you wait.”

[overfedcub]

Is your boss this heavy?

[gainerstories]

The Baker's Dozen

“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.”

[overfedcub]

Pinned to the bed

[bosshogalpha]

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[luomonow]

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My view

[bosshogalpha]

[cubgrowing]

Getting belly rubs from a friend. Best feeling ever 😵‍💫

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[toned-encourager]

Sharing some recent writing per request 😌 enjoy!

I imagine a fun day with you would be spent working up your appetite early, coaxing you along on a hike, while shoving trail mix in your face as we go along. Get you worked up and ready for a full meal, making sure you’re ravenous. We’d order enough pizza, pasta, burgers and fries to feed a family of 12, with a healthy dessert comprised of chocolate milk and treats like Swiss rolls and donuts.

I’d sit you down and tie your hands behind your back, your feast displayed before you on the table. And we’d begin the feeding, your glorious gut displayed for the world. I’d start off slow, feeding you slices of pizza, followed by handfuls of fries and swigs of soda. Taking my time to rub your unfilled belly, easing you in to the feeding. As you make your way through a few pies and most of the fries, your gut beginning to feel tighter, I’d pick up the pace. I’d more quickly start scooping fork fulls of pasta, shoving them into your mouth followed by burgers, barely leaving you room to breath. And at this point, your breath would be somewhat labored, your body working overtime to keep up with the calories you’re inhaling. Your belly would be visibly rounder, each heave in and out seeming to take up more space on your lap. Your whole body would feel tighter, your luscious body expanding outward in beautiful curves. I'd continue to rub your belly as i feed you, grabbing and squeezing your rolls, shaking your belly as you down the food, whispering words of encouragement in your ear; "Such a good, fat piggy. I know you love it, the feeling of your body expanding, those mounds of food filling you up to the brim, practically ready to burst.” And as you reach the final portions of food, I’d rapidly pick up the pace, forcing bite after bite, carb after carb down your throat, only pausing occasionally for you to gasp for air. You’d moan to stop, so much food in your system you really do feel ready to burst, your now bulbous belly taught and wide. But I wouldn’t stop, not until every savory bite was gone, filling your insides, leaving your head laying back when you’re finished. I’d admire your body, the way your belly was ballooned before me, your body slick with sweat.

I’d untie your hands and gently rub your belly, taking my time to squeeze every inch, massage every spot that aches. I’d coo about how much you had ate, how good the extra calories look on you. I’d let you recover for a bit, guiding your hands to explore your own belly, as I play with your tits. Letting you feel every inch of your expansive body, a mass of blubber. As you finally feel recovered, your breath back to normal, now just staring at your belly beneath you as you play with it, I’d grab some donuts and tenderly push one into your mouth. The creamy, sweet inside would explode in your mouth, the food seeming to flow straight to your stomach. As you finish the first one, I’d place another in your hand, and guide it towards your mouth, signaling your time to take over. And as you started in on dessert, I’d start down to your underwear. It wouldn’t be hard to find your hard-on, and I’m sure just a flick would procure a moan, as I continued to massage your ever-growing belly. I’d gently pull down your drawers, which at this point would feel like the biggest relief, your waistband no longer holding back your fat. And I’d go to town on your cock. I’d never cease to stop rubbing your belly, squeezing and jiggling it, gripping it in encouragement as you demolish the sweets, everything followed by swigs of chocolate milk. As my tongue strokes your shaft, you’d shift into ecstasy, pure pleasure all around. Your mouth full of food, feeling how fat and full your body is, yet desperate for more. You want this so bad, every inch of your body ready to stretch and grow for your new weight. The feeling of strain on your body as you blow up, the struggle of constant new weight. And in this moment, you feel huge, as my hands squeeze your swollen figure, occasionally shoving my face into your belly, my tongue flickering in your bellybutton. We’d go like this for what feels like hours, causing you to feel like an ever-expanding blimp. And when you finally finished, I’d continue to rub and shake your body, guiding your hands to feel yourself further as I bring you to climax, the moan of release filling the room as you feel sweet release amid your bloated belly. And as you try to look around, empty boxes and containers galore, I’d come up on what little remains of your lap, my cock hard against your taught, swollen belly, grinning like a fiend. “Better take a nap, big boy. It’s almost time for dinner.”

[lucifercub]

[bro-omg-writes]

Chocolates

requested by @dannisakrolite!

“Hey fatass, if only you worked out as much as you study,” the jock said, his usually handsome face twisting with anger.

Ian had just been looking at the perfect score on his exam, when he was surprised by the muscular man’s deep voice.

“Yeah, your pants are practically begging for relief, fatty,” The other guy said, the same condescending tone as his friend.

Ian rushed home, brain flooded with angry thoughts about those two bullies. Ever since their first day of class months ago, all he ever heard from them was unwanted comments about his body. So what if he didn’t have the same chiseled body as them? It didn’t make them any smarter than Ian.

They don’t know what it’s like to be my size, Ian thought to himself, shuddering at the memory of what happened earlier.

That’s when the lightbulb went off in his brain. “But maybe they should!” he said out loud. They’ll know what it’s like soon enough…

-

“Man, I didn’t think I even did that bad on that exam bro,” the first jock said as he opened the door to his apartment.

“Me either man, that was absolutely brutal,” the other man replied, throwing his backpack down onto the floor.

Hayden and Jacob were two teammates on their college’s soccer team. Hayden was a few inches taller than Jacob, but Jacob’s body was just a touch more developed than Hayden’s. They both had the bodies most men dreamed of; well muscled, slender, and strong. Hayden was most proud of his upper body, with his defined arms and pecs. Jacob’s washboard abs were his most defining feature, as well as the strong legs from his high school track days. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of them to forego their schoolwork to get a good workout in, since in their mind, being strong and muscular was a top priority for doing good on the team. Aside from being each other’s gym buddies, the two men got along quite well, sharing an apartment near campus without any problems.

“And of course, that fat little nerd in the front of the class got a perfect score,” Hayden said, scowling as he flipped through his heavily revised exam. “I could see his cheeky little smile from a mile away.” he said, huffing in disapproval.

“But what you said to him made me laugh,” Jacob said back, grinning. “Because, let’s be serious, he’s probably never even been inside a gym before!”

“Exactly! If he knew just how tight that shirt was on him today, I bet he’d-”

A sudden knock on the door distracted Jacob and Hayden from their complaining, and they both got up to answer the door.

Upon opening the door, they weren’t met with a person, but rather a small, red heart-shaped box placed neatly on their welcome mat. There was no name, no return address, or any other way of knowing who it was sent by.

“I told you that guy from the gym liked you!”Hayden said, laughing as he clapped his friend on the shoulder. “He got you chocolates!”

Jacob chuckled as he picked up the box. “It looks like you’re right,” he said as he opened the box, revealing a wide assortment of sweets. He grabbed one from the box and popped it into his mouth. “Bro, these are good!” he said to Hayden as the chocolate made a smacking noise in his jaw. Closing the door, Jacob and Hayden sat down in the living room, with the new box of chocolates resting on Jacob’s lap.

“Here man, take some. I bet you’d like them,” Jacob said, popping a second chocolate into his mouth and extending the box of chocolates towards Hayden.

Hayden obliged and picked out three of the chocolates. He bit into the first one, and he was surprised at just how much flavor could be packed into a small snack. The richness of the chocolate bounced in his mouth as he finished the first candy.

“Damn Jacob, these are delicious!” he said, quickly biting into the next one.

Satisfied with the chocolate he just ate, Hayden turned on the TV and got comfortable on the couch, taking another bite from the chocolate in his hand. Hayden popped the second, third, and fourth chocolate candy into his mouth, each bite better than the one before. He put on the first football game he could find, and relaxed in front of the TV. He quickly forgot about his exam, the guy from class, and just about everything else as he mindlessly watched the game.

After some time, Hayden began to feel a bit of tightness in his stomach. It felt like he was bloated off a protein shake. Looking down at his body, he looked more or less the same as usual, but his bloated abs were beginning to push against his workout shirt. Hmm, odd, he thought to himself as he tugged on the bottom of his shirt. He stole a glance at Jacob as he hungrily bit into another chocolate. He could also see the beginning of a bloat in his buddy’s belly as well. He didn’t know why, but he liked the sight of his friend sitting next to him, mindlessly snacking on yet another handful of chocolates. Eh, probably nothing, he thought to himself.

But the feeling in his stomach wouldn’t go away. I haven’t even eaten that much, man, he thought to himself as he swallowed another one of the chocolates. In fact, it was almost like he was growing even more bloated by the second. His stomach definitely felt tighter than it did a few seconds ago, and looking down at his body, he could see his midsection still pushing against his clothes.

“Fuck man, I’m feeling pretty bloated,” he said to Jacob as he poked at his bloat with his index finger. “Maybe we should slow down on these-”

“Holy shit, bro!” Hayden suddenly exclaimed as he looked over at his buddy. There was Jacob, licking his fingers clean, his own stomach bloated out far enough to give him look properly stuffed. So much so that a small sliver of skin was peeking out under his tight shirt. He looked like someone who just decimated a buffet with his belly so swollen. He looked absolutely massive! “Look at you, man! You look huge!”

Jacob froze and looked down at his new pudgy body. “Fuck man, what’s happening to me?” Jacob asked as he suddenly ripped off his shirt, revealing a pudgy midsection where his prized abs once were. He squeezed his midsection in an attempt to make it go away, but to no avail. He looked up at Hayden, eyes widening as he saw his friend. “Fuck dude, it’s happening to you too!”

Hayden immediately looked down at his formerly ripped body. In just a few moments, his belly went from being rather bloated to downright chubby. His shirt was beginning to ride up his new belly, and his soft underbelly was also on display as he realized he was outgrowing his shirt. His chest had also began to puff up, his tight pecs being covered in a soft new layer of fat. Everywhere he looked on his body, he saw new fat growing. His ass had grown softer, lovehandles were forming and taking over his sides, his arms were beginning to lose definition, and his legs had begun to grow meatier. Hayden watched as his body grew softer and fatter, and looking up at his buddy, he saw that Jacob was growing just as heavy as he was.

“I feel like I just fucking gained 50 pounds!” Jacob said, which looked to be completely true. He poked a finger into his new belly, and was surprised to see how far his finger sunk into the softened skin. He continued to inspect his body, prodding and pinching his new belly fat, when all of a sudden a loud gurgle came from deep within his growing belly. Without changing his expression, he reached out for the chocolates, and grabbed three, popping each one into his mouth.

“What are you doing, man?” Hayden almost yelled. “You’re just gonna make it worse!” he said, freezing suddenly as his own stomach growled, echoing in his brain. Copying his buddy, Hayden also mindlessly grabbed some more chocolates from the box and quickly began to shove them in his mouth.

“Fuck man, these are just so good,” Jacob said, his hands on his belly as he swallowed another bite of the sweets. “I don’t think I can stop!” he added as he grabbed more chocolates.

“Fuck man, I’m so hungry,” Hayden said as he shoved two chocolates into his mouth at the same time. “I need more!”

And as the two men continued to gorge themselves on the chocolates, the effects on their bodies only grew stronger. What once could have been passed off as a bulk was now beginning to look like the two of them had never worked out before. Their bellies continued to grow, spurned forward by the chocolates they kept shoving into their mouths. Pound after pound of heavy, jiggling fat kept their bellies growing with no signs of stopping. Hayden’s stomach began to groan and gurgle as he stuffed himself with the chocolates. It didn’t take long for the waistband of their shorts to disappear under their bellies, being swallowed by the fold that kept growing on their laps. Jacob was just ever so slightly fatter than Hayden, his belly getting most of his gains. Hayden wasn’t far behind him, however, his moobs swelling with jiggly fat and his love handles growing wider and wider. They kept shoving chocolates in their mouths, almost as if in a trance, not caring about their expanding waistlines. Their bodies continued to swell, clothes being pushed to their absolute limit. Their shirts had ridden up to the point that both their belly buttons were just barely uncovered underneath their shirts. The fabric on their chests were being stretched to the limit as their former pecs kept growing bigger and heavier. Their moobs were beginning to droop under their own weight, resting delicately on the top of their bellies.

Hayden was still extremely focused on eating the chocolates. It felt like there was a hunger in his big belly that only the chocolate could satisfy, almost forcing him to keep filling his face.

*UUUUUUUURRRRPPPP~*

Hayden’s focus was broken when a massive burp escaped Jacob’s mouth, filling the silence of the room.

“Fuck… sorry. I’m just so hungry!” Jacob said as he hungrily returned to the box of chocolate.

Hayden was about to respond when he felt a burp begin to form deep in his own stomach. He didn’t even try to fight it, spurned on by his roommate, and suddenly,

*BBRRRRRAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRPP~*

Hayden felt as one of the biggest burps in his life escaped his lips. He didn’t know if he should feel proud or embarassed, or some combination of both. However, he did know that he felt hungry as ever, so without much of a pause, he resumed shoving chocolates in his face.

By now, it looked like neither of them had ever even sat foot inside of a gym in their lives. There wasn’t even a hint of muscle on either of their bodies. Just soft, rippling fat that jostled with every thunderous burp that left their lips. By now, the two boys were hovering around 275 pounds of jiggling fat, and still growing fatter by the second. A rather far cry from their toned, muscular bodies from just this morning. Their bodies were massive, rounder and heavier than they ever thought possible, and yet they were still shoving chocolate after chocolate into their mouths. They gradually began to slow down their pace, finally starting to feel full after their feast. The rate of their burps and groans continued to taper off until they finished eating, massaging their groaning bellies, pinned to the couch due to the size of their swollen new guts. All they could do was sit there, burping and moaning and groaning as they clutched their swollen, stuffed bellies.

“Fuck man, I can’t get my pants undone,” Jacob said, hands fumbling with his pant buttons while attempting to suck in his new belly. His pants looked like they were painted onto his fattened thighs. Giving up, he dramatically let his belly surge back forward as he took a deep breath. “Can you help me out, man?”

“Yeah bro, sure,” Hayden said, slowly heaving himself up to move towards Jacob, before clumsily kneeling in front of him. It took a few tries, but his fingers finally undid Jacob’s button, as well as undid his zipper so that his love handles could breathe as well. Hayden was also surprised to see Jacob’s impressive cock stand completely hard in his underwear. No way is he…

“Ahhhh, much better,” Jacob said, leaning back in the couch as his belly surged into the new space freed from his jeans. “Yeah, that feels good,” he whispered to himself as he pulled his shirt up so that his belly was no longer squeezed inside his now comically small shirt.

Hayden sat down right next to Jacob, his thick thigh leaning against Jacob’s own beefy leg. He copied Jacob, making multiple attempts to unbutton his shorts. He finally succeeded, his belly also swelling into the new space in front of him. His hands rested on the sides of his globular belly. Hayden couldn’t deny the soft tension in the room, though he couldn’t pinpoint from what it was from. The vibe just felt… different. Stealing a glance at Jacob, he was surprised to see Jacob staring right back at him, a goofy smile painted on his face, fingers tracing his new rolls. Without another word shared between the two, they leaned in and started kissing each other, their bellies bumping into each other.

Jacob began to straddle Hayden’s lap as he kissed his more, their new bellies pressing into each other as Jacob and Hayden clumsily got used to their new weight. The two men sat there on top of each other, clad in only their too-tight underwear and unbuttoned shorts. Hayden was the first to take a risk, his hands slowly extending before making contact with his buddy’s fat belly. Gaining some more confidence, he decided to gently move his hands across his fattened body.

“Mmm, keep doing that,” Jacob practically whispered into Hayden’s ear as their lips separated. Jacob smiled a little as he felt warm hands move from his belly and caress his moobs. Hayden happily obliged, sinking his fingers deeper into the new fat on his buddy’s chest. Jacob responded by gingerly poking a finger into Hayden’s soft underbelly, smiling to himself as he watched the ripple travel across his fattened body. Hayden exhaled loudly, surprised yet aroused by how good it felt as Jacob touched his belly. Jacob’s hands began to explore more of his belly, reaching around to his love handles, all the while pinching and grabbing at the soft rolls on his body. Hayden’s hands were also growing more curious, teasing his sensitive nipples and gently jiggling his former pecs. Jacob moaned softly in response, and disguised it by leaning in to kiss Hayden again, all the while exploring his friend’s fattened body.

Their kissing was interrupted by both of their bellies loudly rumbling and groaning as the sheer amount of food they just ate was finally beginning to be digested. Their boners pressed together as their lips separated, trapped underneath their bulging bellies.

“Looks like someone’s grown a bit bigger,” Hayden whispered as his curious hands moved upwards, cupping and caressing Jacob’s moobs.

“I could say the same thing about you,” Jacob responded, his voice dripping in arousal as his hands traversed Hayden’s sides, grabbing at each roll he could find. He had to admit, getting his blubbery body caressed by Hayden was turning Jacob on much more than he expected, his boner growing in his tight underwear.

Without sharing a word, the two men separated just enough so that their entire bodies were within reach of each other. Jacob looked at his friend, fattened, bulging out of his clothes, and pinned to the couch, and couldn’t think of a sexier sight in his mind. His belly grumbled again, and small ripples travelled across his gut.

Reading each other’s minds, both of their hands slowly began to migrate lower and lower, fingers still lingering on their soft, fat bodies as they began to tug at each other’s dicks. Hayden was the first to cave, snaking his hand inside Jacob’s underwear and firmly grasping his impressive cock. Jacob took a sharp, jagged breath as he felt his friend’s warm hand along the length of his member.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Hayden said quietly as his hands travelled the length of his friends cock. Jacob shuddered as he felt his roommate’s hands stroke his sensitive dick. He started to play with the tight waistband of Hayden’s underwear until his fingers started to make their way towards Hayden’s throbbing boner. Jacob copied Hayden, slowly moving his hands along the length of his cock. It felt good, Jacob thought, feeling as both his new jiggling belly and his friend’s hand sent waves of pleasure over his dick.

After a few more moments of Hayden jacking him off, Jacob couldn’t take it. Getting off the couch, he lowered himself down until his was eye level with Hayden’s juicy dick. He shoved his face into his bulge, feeling his warm belly on the top of his head as Hayden pushed his head against his cock. Finally taking off Hayden’s underwear, Jacob began to take Hayden’s dick inside his mouth. He heard a deep, breathy moan above him as he felt Hayden’s entire body shudder, his belly jiggling ever so slightly. Looking up, he saw Hayden’s hand grasp his own belly fat as he felt Jacob’s mouth surround his cock. Jacob took Hayden’s entire cock into his mouth, feeling as it tickled the back of his throat as he began to slide his head back and forth. With every motion, he felt Hayden’s soft underbelly, warm and heavy, on the top of his head.

Just then, they were interrupted by a loud noise at the door. In walked Ian, a smug smile on his face as he caught a glimpse of his bullies in front of him.

“They worked even better than I expected!” Ian said triumphantly, eyes glued onto Hayden and Jacob’s flabby bodies. Walking over to them, he stuck out his hands, as he grabbed a huge roll of fat from both of their bellies.

“I gave y’all the taste of being my size, and look what you two boys do,” he said, teasing them as his hands lingered on their bellies. “You’ve grown so big! You’re not those two jocks you were this morning!” he said, his fingers teasing their belly buttons as they slid down the dome of their bellies.

Ian was interrupted by a soft, guttural rumble that came from Hayden’s belly. Ian laughed while he quickly took off his shirt, exposing his own belly to Jacob and Hayden. His belly rivaled Hayden’s and Jacob’s in size. “You like what you see now?” he said, taking his hands off Hayden and Jacob’s bellies. He grabbed their hands and placed both of them on his belly.

“You’re so soft…” Jacob almost whispered as Ian’s hand guided him across his belly.

“You like it?” Ian responded, clumsily sliding off his pants so that he was standing in only his underwear. “You like my belly?”

“Yeah, I love it,” Jacob said, slyly moving his hands lower down Ian’s body.

Ian laughed. “I see what you’re trying to do, fatboy!” he said, slipping off his underwear. “Get on your knees, fatty.”

Jacob wasted no time, getting in position by Ian in almost no time. Ian slid his already hard dick into Jacob’s widened ass. He smiled to himself as he heard the noises of pleasure that escaped Jacob’s lips as he began to rest his body weight on top of his arched back.

“Yeah, you like that, Jacob?” he asked him, his mouth only inches away from his ear. As he started to thrust his dick inside him, his hands moved around his bloated belly, softly squeezing at his rolls.

“Mmmhmm,” Jacob managed to whimper out as he felt Ian begin to thrust his dick deeper inside of him. One hand on his belly, the other hand holding him up, Jacob rested his hand on top of Ian’s, guiding his hands across his stuffed belly, down to his hard cock, and back up again, eyes glazing over in pleasure as the warm sensation filled his body. His hands explored his sides, then began to playfully inspect his belly button, his fingers sliding in and out. His hands slowly migrated to his chest, where Ian squeezed Jacob’s flabby moobs and massaged his sensitive nipples. A small moan escaped Jacob’s lips as he did this, prompting Ian to do it again, letting his soft fat spill out between his fingers.

“Who’s the fatass now, piggy?” Ian said as Jacob rode his dick, clearly ecstatic as he had his fat prodded and rubbed.

“I am,” Jacob said as his belly rumbled loudly again. “I’m your hungry little fatass!” he repeated, jiggling his belly with his free hand.

“Hungry?” A wicked grin came over Ian. “So you’re feeling a little hungry again?” Ian said, suddenly coming up with an idea. “Hey you, piggy!” he said, turning to Hayden, who was busy jacking off on tree couch as he watched them have sex. “You heard this fatass. He’s hungry! Grab him something to eat!”

“Yes, sir,” Hayden said, immediately waddling off to the kitchen before returning with most of a vanilla cake. One small bite mark was missing, and the crumbs on Hayden’s mouth confirmed where it went.

“Good boy! Now I want you to feed it to your friend here,” Ian said, slapping the side of Jacob’s belly as he kept thrusting his dick inside of him.

Hayden wasted no time, ripping off a handful of the cake and holding it in the palm of his hands. Icing and crumbs covered his fingers. “Eat up, Jacob,” Hayden said, extending his hand in front of Jacob’s face. Jacob hungrily ate the cake directly from Hayden’s hand, moaning in pleasure as he chewed on the delicious cake. He swallowed and took another bite, then another, then another. His face became covered with icing as Hayden kept feeding him larger and larger pieces of the cake.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Ian said, speeding up his thrusts as he watched Jacob eat from Hayden’s hands. “Shove it in your mouth, fatboy.”

Jacob continued to hungrily devour the handfuls of cake that Hayden kept putting in front of him. His already full belly was now being stuffed full of cake, bloating him out further and making him look even rounder. As he kept eating, Ian kept fucking him; his thrusts growing more powerful as he watched his bully grow fatter underneath him. This only made Jacob eat faster, licking the icing off his lips as he practically begged Hayden for more food.

Ian was on the verge of the strongest orgasm of his life. Gripping onto Jacob’s love handles, he slowed down his thrusts, his cock about to explode with pleasure. When suddenly, a huge burp erupted from deep within Jacob’s belly, louder and stronger than ever before, rocking his entire body. This sent Ian into overdrive, and he moaned loudly as he began to shoot his load deep into Jacob’s ass. Ian rested his own belly on top of Jacob’s back, completely overcome by the sensation. His eyes rolled back as his thrusts gradually came to a stop, moaning and grunting at even the slightest touch. With one hand on his dick, and the other on his belly, Ian reached down and began to fondle Jacob’s fattened body. He completely ignored Jacob’s growing moans until his entire body shuddered as he also came like never before in his life. Jacob moaned louder than Ian as he shot his sticky load all over his belly. It was the best orgasm of his life, and he kept moaning as he felt Ian jiggle his belly and moobs, his dick still pumping out cum onto his fat pad. There the two boys were: sweaty, jiggly, and breathing heavily, their cocks still shooting ropes of cum all over their fat bodies. As their orgasms slowly died down, Ian laid down completely onto Jacob, tired from the exertion, his own belly resting on Jacob’s softened body.

“Hey Ian, up here,” came a sudden voice from above Ian and Jacob’s naked bodies. Ian turned to look at the voice, and saw Hayden, standing next to him, and holding something in his hand.

“Take it.” he said quietly, opening his hands. It was the last chocolate from that magical box Ian had sent over earlier. Ian held out his hand, and Hayden placed it in his palm.

Ian looked at the chocolate in his hand, thinking about how much it had changed all three of their lives in just a day. He looked at Hayden, then at Jacob, a grin growing inside him as he looked at their ruined jock bodies. After a long pause, Ian popped the chocolate in his mouth and swallowed.

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Gainer Stories Index

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Bear Cabin

Wet ‘n Wide

Professor Plump

Fatter Exchange Student

Lifeguard Off Duty

Freshman Fatties

Big Winner

Muffin Tops

Fatspirational

Full House

Formerly Fit

Holiday Heft

Some Twinks Like Twinkies

Bubble Butt

Chubbies

Park Paunch 

Ex-Jock

Dadbod

The Biggest Boss

Mile Wide Club

Winter Weight Gain

Thanksgiving Delight

Bed and Breakfast

Mr. Cook

Over two dozen additional stories exclusively on Patreon

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Master List of Stories

(Not So) Aversive Conditioning 

Accidents Happen

The Maze (Part 1)

The Maze (Part 2) 

A Wish Come True

The Passion of Chris

Builtshakes

Sweet Surprise

Summer Camp (Part 1)

Summer Camp (Part 2)

Summer Camp (Part 3) 

Thanksgiving In

Cabin Fever (Part 1)

Cabin Fever (Part 2)

Cabin Fever (Part 3) 

Pumpkin Vice