Me

just a 22 year old guy who's attracted to men with huge guts and muscles! NO ABS ALLOWED! That's my butt lol

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Story Index

The bakery

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

The Roomate

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

The Star Player

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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The Gamer Boy

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Themes: POV, HUMILIATION, force feeding, secret fattening, male weight gain, gamer, influencer, social media based humiliation, fit to fat.

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For a lot of guys, gaming was definitely the best way to relax, or satisfy that competitive urge or the endless amount of boredom that seems to only be quelled by a few rounds of whatever game you fancied playing with your friends.

It was an innocent comment that started you on your path to where you are now, you were laughing with the guys when one of them said...

"We should record this stuff"

And so you did, not necessarily thinking anything of it, maybe a few more followers potentially but nothing special.

The end result, however, was far bigger than anything you could have imagined. You'd managed to amass a few thousand followers with only a few short videos, your friends were a little jealous, there's wasn't taking off like that but they knew the reason.

The thing was, you were attractive. Masculine features, sharp jawline everything that seemed to appeal to the girls and gay guys who took up a fair portion of your following, backed up by the rest of the gaming community. You were becoming a recognised name, and unfortunately for your friends... you let it get to your head...

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"Ughhh... stop asking about those guys, look they got jealous and I needed better players bro, when your climbing the ranks you don't need someone slowing you down..." you explain...

You were getting a bit sick of the questions, 'wheres your old group', 'I used to love those videos', it felt endless... you check yourself in the facecam, flexing a bicep as you grin into the camera... didn't they know you were the main event...

"Thanks bro for the gift... and yeah my body is pretty banging" you laugh to yourself, feigning a humbleness that was outweighed by an arrogant smirk...

You glance over at the pile of gifts in the corner. Ever since some guy had leaked your address you'd be getting them, first you felt a little nervous, but you were soon able to differentiate the genuine good gifts from the... well... slightly more creepy ones... it made sense that they wanted to send you things...

DING DONG!

"Another gift for me from one of you guys... damn boys you'll make my ego too big" you laugh again going to answer the door... slightly confused to see a pizza boy standing at the door...

"Extra large pepperoni?" He asks...

"What?... uhhh I didn't order a pizza bro... you got the right house?" You respond...

"Definitely the right address... its been payed for too so I guess you could keep it... or I could take it back-" he explains with a smirk...

"Yeah I'll take it bro" you grab the box... a gift from a fan probably, what was important was that it was free...

You walk back into the room... sitting down in the gaming chair...

"Damn which one of you guys sent me a pizza... above and beyond man... but free is free and you boys know I deserve it..."

You open the box... pulling out a slice as the greasy cheese stretches as you pull it to your mouth...

"Fuckin' tasty bro... thanks to whoever it was" you say between mouthfuls...

You go back to your game... periodically eating the pizza until its all gone...

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*urpp*

You rattle the can of soda... kissing your teeth as you realise its empty... half paying attention to the game as you lean down to your new minifridge... pushing past the gifted stack of chocolate bars before grabbing a new can...

"Bro theres so many sweats on tonight, like its ridiculous my teammates suck" you say... getting angry at the game...

It was always the teammates... you just kept dying over and over with no healing... at least that meant time for snack breaks...

Because you never really did gift openings on stream, the day a mysterious fan sent a pizza and you thanked him for it seemed to spark a different approach in your fans... now they just seemed to send you food... swiss chocolates... full fat cola... luxury sweets... it was getting a little out of hand... especially with the fan who seemed to be sending a pizza to your house daily...

Of course you weren't dumb... you knew that all this junk wasn't good... for a while you tried binning the pizza... but it just seemed so wasteful... you tried leaving it till when you were hungry... but every time you walked past the fridge you found yourself grabbing a slice... on most days reaching in to scrape the bottom of the plate... whoops...

The game finishes and you lean back... staring at the screen as you let out another trapped burp...

"Ughhhh need a new game at this point honestly" you say aloud... you glance into the chat expecting to see suggestions and a comment catches your eye...

'Need a new diet bro'

You snort...

"Mate I don't need to diet fuck off" you say... flexing for the camera as you bite your lip...

You say your goodbyes... noticing before you switch off the comment between all your compliments...

'Bros getting pudgy'

You stand up... stetching as you dust crumbs off your sweatpants... tutting at a barbeque sauce stain on your white vest... wiping it with your finger as you glance in the mirror...

You weren't pudgy... you analyse yourself... poking at your bloated stomach... all the cans of soda weren't helping either... you flex in the mirror... yeah it was fine... you stand there before curiosity gets the better of you...

"Fuck it"

You head to your bathroom... getting out the scale... taking a second before you stepped on... why were you nervous...

7 pounds heavier than the last time you weighed yourself a couple weeks ago...

You snort... that was nothing... it must've been the bloating from the soda... and you don't get to this level anyway without a few haters... just picking on your water weight...

You lay on your bed satisfied... scrolling through a post where fans were arguing you were one of the hottest streamers on the internet... you smirk... as your stomach growls you remember the bumper pack of cookies you got gifted... you get them... jumping back down on the bed... as you chuckle to yourself about the people thirsting over you... you shove a cookie in your mouth... ignoring the fact you thought it strange your butt just jiggled when you jumped on the bed...

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"*HNNNNNGGHHHHHH.... sigh....*"

You stood their cursing yourself... fucking pizza... fucking chocolate... fucking FOOD...

You had told yourself you were going to cut back a little... the 7 pound scare was going to be treated as a warning but no...

" please *hnnnghh* come onnn... "

You had kept eating all you wanted all the time... and after a few more weeks... the 7 pound scare... was now a 25 pound nightmare... and worst of all...

You glance in the mirror behind you... letting go of the jeans as your plump ass pushes down any progress you'd made...

Most of it had gone to your butt...

"Who knew I had the potential to grow a fucking dumptruck" you snap sarcastically... grabbing a cheek to triple check it was real... and yes it was...

You glance at the time... you'd promised a stream at 8pm... and that was 10 minutes ago... you needed to hurry it up... but wearing the sweatpants so often meant they had to at least have a wash day now and again... you curse yourself for choosing today...

You throw on a hoodie... not prepared to deal with what looked like the beginnings of a belly coming in... another day... as you wriggle with the jeans... finally they give... you're just about to button them when the doorbell goes...

It was practically pavlovian how your eyes lit up and your mouth started to water... pizza...

You rush to the door... opening it as the pizza guy hands you the two boxes... whoever had been donating had been more generous the past couple of weeks...

You smirk... "another gift from another secret admirer clearly" smugness radiating off you...

"Right..." he says, a smile creeping across his face, "you know I don't judge right, you don't have to keep the secret admirer bit up, if you want pizza daily thats not my issue"

Your smugness switches to anger, "it is you idiot, I happen to be a streamer you know, people love seeing me everyday!" You smile arrogantly... "clearly you don't get it"

"Uh huh" he says nonchalantly, "oh by the way..." he moves his finger forward... poking the little layer of pudge exposed by the undone jeans... "your zippers down"

You flash red... "I know that" you say defiantly... trying to button it... and failing... and again... as little grunts escape your lips each time...

"Ahhh I see" he chuckles to himself as he begins to walk away... you find yourself a little irritated by his lean muscular physique... something else you hadn't experienced... "better ass in person at least, look forward to the stream" he winks...

You go even redder... a fucking fan making you embarrassed... "yeah whatever!" You say slamming the door as you go to your setup... slamming the boxes down at the side as you begin to eat... making sure that the straining waistband of the jeans is out of view... obscured by the oversized hoodie... as you start up the stream...

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As you game you shove the pizza in... mind racing about the earlier embarrassment with the pizza guy... you'd never been more humiliated in your life... and for some reason you couldn't stop thinking about it... was it because he was a similar age?... was it because he was a fan?... was it because he was hot?... well... uh... conventially attractive you meant... it was probably all of the above... and you just couldn't stop replaying it... the feeling of humiliation of... anger.. of arousal... not that... right?...

You realise you'd gone silent for a while... shit...

"Good fucking pizza again guys... almost makes up for my rank being in the toilet" you moan...

You needed to get your own back... and you knew he must watch the stream...

"The guy who delivered it totally had a crush on me though... like asked me out twice... had to let him down easy... too much sexy for one guy to handle" you smirk... innocent enough remark... a gein spreads across your face as you hope he's heard it... that'll teach him...

You reach for the can of soda on the side... somehow managing to knock it over instead as it spills onto your jeans... ice cold...

"Fuck!" You stand out of instinct... oh no...

You look at the facecam... seeing your unbuttoned jeans the only thing in view... clearly straining on the waistband as the zipper widens the further up you go... shit.

You sit back down quickly... red faced...

"Uhh... guys I may as well wrap it up to clean this up but I'll be on... umm at some point tomorrow..." you choke out...

The chat is blowing up...

'Did you see that', 'oh my god', 'why weren't they buttoned', 'duhh I don't think he can' 'loooool no wayyy'

You reach to turn off the computer... the last message you see...

'Has he gotten fat?'

*******

It took a little while to convince the fans that you weren't fat... claiming it was just for comfort... playing it off as odd they'd even think that...

You would think that they would stop sending food... but it seemed to just encourage them more... passive aggressive messages like 'I'm sure you'll enjoy these' stuck to them... whatever...

You were back at the gym now... but to be honest your diet hadn't really changed... it was so hard to resist... and you weren't sure why... but you enjoyed seeing the pizza guy daily... always making sure to put on ill-fitting clothes... chatting to him... even flirting a little if you were honest... what were you doing...

The oversized hoodie method had been your ally for a while... but there was a date coming up that you knew you couldnt wear it... valentines day.

Its how your career had taken off in the first place... basically for valentines day you wore a suit on stream... playing the part of 'the perfect handsome date'... the girls and the gay guys ate it up... and of course they loved how you promised to do it next year...

And as you glance on the suit on the bed... you knew that it wasn't going to end well... you'd stopped checking the scale a couple weeks ago... trying to delude yourself you were slimming down... knowing that you'd gone up in reality...

You grimace at the mirror, squeezing the now definite belly jutting out along with love handles... a fucking muffintop... great... not to mention that your butt had gotten so round and jiggly... your cheeks flash red with embarrassment...

You pull on the boxers... irritated at the fact that even they had seemed to have gotten tight over the past few days... before reaching for the shirt... you'd gotten used to having to suck in to button things but with these clothes... getting them buttoned was the least of the problem... it was making sure they stayed buttoned too... and as you check the mirror... cautiously exhaling as the gaps between the buttons grew bigger as the shirt strained... you knew it would be difficult...

The trousers were a little looser... so you thought they might be easier... disappointed again as the strained across your thighs... jumping up and down to get them over your blubberbutt...sucking in to button them as you get it buttoned on the 4th try...

Fuck it was tight...

You glare at the mirror... you looked ridiculous... did you really have to do this... maybe... you could say you were sick... you think about how followers had been dwindling... now you were showing off your 'hot body' less there wasn't much appeal... especially with the rumours you'd porked out... you had to do it...

No food... no drink... just do it... you wished you had anyone to take the heat from-

DING DONG!

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The pizza guy... typical... you head for the door... one thing you could guarentee was that you wouldn't be eating pizza tonight...

You open the door... confusion taking over immediately as instead of his uniform he stands suited up... holding the pizzas in his hand with a smirk on his face...

"Can I come in?..." he asks...

You stand there speechless... just nodding as he steps in... you weren't sure if it was the suit but... fuck he looked good...

"I thought I'd suprise you know... do something special for... what was it? Ohhh yeahhh 'the third time' asking you out" he grins...

You smirk a little back... "you deserved it bro"

He glances you up and down... you get a little red...

"So... are we gonna film this date or what?"

You're confused... you'd just planned on gaming... but the more you thought about it... myseterious date... the chat blowing up with envy... plus he wasn't bad on the eyes... views... follows...

"Sure thing... in here" you smirk, whatever, at least he'd be good for some views even if he was a bit forward... you were used to having men throw themselves at you...

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You switch the stream on...

"Little surprise for you guys... hot date with me tonight... you know the pizza guy thats obsessed with me" you do an arrogant grin... smirking at him...

The chat comes to life immediately...

'Hot', 'why not meeee', 'suits looking tight'...

You stand in front of him as he places the boxes down to the sides... opening one...

"Well?? Introduce yourself then?" You snap...

He smirks... walking up behind you as his hand goes around your waist...

"So yeah I'm the pizza guy..." he stops... getting closer to your ear... as his hand comes up to your stomach...

"And I'm the main reason he's gotten so fat" he chuckles, as he pushes a pizza slice to your mouth, as he uses his other hand to pat your belly...

Your eyes widen as you lose composure... breathing out before- BANG!

The button to your trousers flies across the room... making him laugh and you go red...

"For weeks now... fatboy heres been stuffing in two pizzas a day... and damn we can see the results" he prods at your belly...

Your still dumbfounded... stunned as you stare at the chat spamming laughing emojis in disbelief... as names like 'fatboy', 'piggy', 'lardass' flash on screen...

You snap back into reality... pushing him away...

"I'm not fat- it's just a few pounds! Everything still fits- these were already tight!-" you scramble to find the button... spotting it realising its bounced off the wall and rolled behind you... as you turn and bend... it gets worse...

*SHRIPPPPPP!*

The trousers split in two... torn at the seat... you feel for the boxers behind you mortified... but instead... you feel bare skin... no no no this can't be happening... the boxers had torn with them...

You turn to look at the camera... your plump bare asscheeks in full view... pizza boy laughs placing each hand on a meaty cheek and jiggling them...

"Fuck bro... who knew you'd get so bottom heavy... fat porker with an even fatter dumptruck bro..." he whispers in your ear...

"bro... fuck..." you moan a little... why was this... why was this turning you on...

"I think he wants some more pizza" he says to the camera... beginning to shove pizza in your mouth...

You eat it... fuck... why was this so hot... it was so humiliating... but you'd never been more turned on...

He keeps shoving slices in... putting you in front of him as he squeezes your love handles... his crotch pressed against your jiggling ass... its not long before... pop!... pop!... buttons begin to fly off the shirt... bottom ones first as he grabs the thick roll of fat on your lower belly...

"Fuck..." you moan again...

"Go on tell them how you're a fatboy" he laughs...

"I'm... such a fatboy bro..." You're all too eager to comply... you never wanted him to stop...

The humiliation was too much... the thought that this was seen by your fans... that it could go viral... it was probably on social media... it wouldn't be long before the stream was cut off... and each thought made you more and more hard...

The clothes start to fall off as he kisses your neck... you letting out little burps from your overstuffed stomach... each neck movement showing the start of the double chin coming in...

"Fuck.... I'm... a pig!..." you moan... as the stream cuts off...

He spins you around his hands on your fat ass... lust overcoming the both of you...

"Let me make you fatter bro... feed you pizza every day... keep this fat ass so fucking big and jiggly" he growls in your ear, slapping your ass for effect...

You think about it... bursting out of everything... all the humiliation of gaining weight... how he teased you and how much it turned you on... how you never wanted to stop eating...

"Make me your fatboy..." you whisper...

He smirks... kissing you....

As he opens another box of pizza...

[charliegyrth]

I tried a few times to write a decent story out of that. Maybe you want to pick up that short idea and write a story out of it. That would be exciting.

A jobless guy in his early twenties, not exactly slim, but not very fat, is desperately searching a job. At a fair trade he got the job offer to get fattened in order to work as a "Circus fat man". The salary is generous and the young man accepts with a sigh.

Love it! I started writing this story and got a little carried away. I'll have to post the full thing in multiple parts. Here you go...

Circus Fat Man - Part 1

You know how kids dream about running away and joining the circus? Well, that was never me. I thought circuses were creepy, and clowns seriously gave me the creeps. I'd never actually been to a circus, but I knew enough from TV and movies that it just wasn't for me.

That's probably hard to believe, considering how my life ended up, but it's the truth. I was fine living a nice, boring life.

I did okay in school, went to a good college, and was all set to settle into a nine-to-five desk job. I graduated with a degree in office administration, not because I was passionate about admin work (I wasn't passionate about anything), but because I thought it was a solid, secure way to build a future.

Turns out, I couldn't get hired anywhere. I had all the necessary credentials, but whenever I walked in for an interview... Well, I didn't give the best impression. I came across as passionless. Boring. One recruiter said I "looked like an undertaker."

Seriously! What did they expect? Did they want a stand-up comedian in charge of payroll?

I spent months trying to find work. My savings were running out. My parents didn't have the money to help me. And because of my shyness, I hadn't made any connections at school.

I was desperate.

So when I found out that Rawley Circus was hiring, I ignored my general dislike of all things big-top, put on my nicest outfit, and went in for an interview.

The place was... not what I expected. Outside of the grand tent and a front area sparkling with life, it was mostly a dirt field with rows of rusted trailers. I guess circuses put all their money into the areas that the public can see, and everything else is bare-bones.

The first person I met was a clown with bright pink hair and comically oversized glasses. (Yikes.) I asked him where I could find Mr. Rawley, the owner.

He got really close and pulled a flower from behind me ear. "Smell this and I'll tell ya."

"No thank you." I knew he was going to squirt me in the face.

"Then I guess I can't help you."

"Ugh. Fine."

I sniffed his plastic flower and of course it blasted me. The clown laughed. I didn't.

Fuck my life. I was desperate for work, but deep down, I did not want to get a job here.

"You don't smile much, do ya?" the clown asked.

I shrugged.

He deflated in front of my eyes. He was here to entertain, but he realized I was not in the mood. "In the back. I'll take you."

I followed him past a row of lion cages and a married couple in unitards helping each other stretch.

"You know, this is a great place to work," the clown said, thankfully using his normal voice. "In case you're interviewing."

"I am."

He stopped in front of a nondescript trailer. "Good luck. Hope you can join us."

He was gone before I could thank him. Or ask for his name.

"Come on!" someone shouted through the door. I didn't even have to knock.

Mr. Rawley was a small man in a top hat. Older than I expected. More serious, too. For a guy who ran his own circus, he didn't have a single laugh line on his aged, saggy face. He reminded me of a bulldog. "Mr. Johnson?"

I shook his hand. "Will."

He had me sit across from him and started asking the standard interview questions. I gave my standard answers. Once again, I was showing very little emotion, which is what wrecked all my previous interviews.

I could tell this wasn't going well, so I added, "Sir, I'm young and desperate. Whatever you need me to do, as long as it's not... you know, physical stuff, I'll do it. Anything."

His beady eyes lit up. "Really? And nothing physical?"

"No, sir." I gestured at my tall, scrawny body. Anyone who looked at me could tell that I'd never be a trapeze artist or lion tamer. I was built to work behind a desk.

"I see. And how much do you weigh, Will?"

Was he allowed to ask that?

"I don't know. I don't really track my weight."

He liked that answer. "And you're desperate?"

"Very."

He jumped to his feet. He was even shorter than I realized. No wonder he wore such a tall top hat. "Perfect! I think I have the job for you."

"Really?" I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up, but my heart was racing.

"You'll get two thousand per week, plus bonuses every night we're at over 75% capacity. Free room and board, obviously. And we'll supply you with all meals."

Amazing! It felt too good to be true.

"And I can guarantee that it's an entirely sedentary job. No physical component at all." He smiled, and it was a little unnerving. "All employees have to pitch in when we dismantle the tent and load the trucks, but you'll be exempt from that."

"Okay?" I was liking this more and more.

"You'll have to share a trailer with Otis, another one of our performers. But it's the biggest trailer we have. Bigger than mine, even."

"And what's the job?" It felt like he was purposely avoiding the most important part.

He spread his hands in front of him, as if he was reading my name in neon lights. "Big Bill, the world's fattest man." Then he added, "Of course, you won't literally be the fattest man in the world. We use hyperbole in our advertising."

"So I'll have to wear a fat suit?"

"No." He grabbed a cookie off his desk and slid it into my mouth.

I swallowed it. I was too shocked to stop him.

"So? Are you interested?"

The offer horrified me. I couldn't do that to myself! No matter how desperate I was, I would never...

"Did I say $2000 before?" Mr. Rawley added. "I meant three."

I sighed. "Yeah. Sign me up."

***

After reading through the contract (which mentioned five mandatory meals a day but thankfully said nothing about minimum weight goals), I signed a three-year contract and followed Mr. Rawley outside to meet my new coworkers.

By then, everyone was already warming up in the tent. They all froze when Mr. Rawley walked in. He grabbed my skinny arm and raised it above my head. "Ladies and gents! I've found our fat man! Say hello to Big Bill!"

The whole tent was deathly quiet until in perfect unison, they gave me an exaggerated, "Helloooo, Big Bill!"

I was Will, not Bill, and definitely not Big Bill.

"Everybody, grab a treat and introduce yourselves."

The crew dutifully walked to the snack table, grabbed one pastry each, and formed a line in front of me. I had no idea what was going on.

The first in line was Marta, one of the trapeze artists. She told me her name and pushed a donut into my mouth.

"Nice to meet you," I said while chewing.

Next up was her husband Marko, who introduced himself with a mini-muffin.

Then a few clowns. Then the animal wranglers, maintenance guys, musicians, ushers, and various other performers. (Including a "quick change girl," whatever that meant.)

I was full by the third hello. I was painfully stuffed by the halfway mark.

And by the end of the line, I could barely swallow. I had to grip Mr. Rawley's shoulder to stop myself from falling.

This was going to be so much harder than I thought. Was it too late to get out of the contract?

Finally, they got to the last person in line, and I'm not exaggerating when I say this was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. From his coppery hair to his sparkling blue eyes to the solid-but-gentle curves of his muscular body, this was my dream man.

"I'm Otis," he whispered, standing a little closer than the others did. "We're going to be roommates."

My heart thudded. Out of everyone here, I got to share a trailer with this guy? A guy who took my breath away and looked at me with such open tenderness? It's hard to explain, but I felt at home with him. I trusted him instantly, almost as if we'd always known each other. I knew that, with him by my side, I could find a place here. I could somehow survive this wild new job.

I was gay, but I'd only been with a couple guys before. (Too shy. Too average.) And no man had looked at me the way Otis did at that moment.

I was so distracted by his happy, crinkled eyes that I didn't notice the enormous apple fritter in his hand until he slammed it against my mouth. He pressed hard, so much harder than the others, and all I could do was tear off thick chunks and try to swallow before he pressed again.

He made sure I got it all down before he said, "Welcome to the circus!"

***

Mr. Rawley led me around the tent and explained what places were off-limits. He made a point to show me the popcorn and cotton candy machines. They were already running, manned by a couple of the older workers.

"Whenever you pass by one of these, if there are any audience members nearby, then you have to grab a handful and greedily scarf it down. Understood?"

"Uh huh," I said. The thought of any more food was making me woozy. I was already clutching my stomach and holding in burps.

"Good. Show me."

Oh God.

A worker angled a puff of cotton candy at me. I snatched it out of her hands and gulped it down fast enough for my brain not to register.

Mr. Rawley gave me a satisfied nod. "This way, Big Bill."

He led me out the back, to a separate tent for the dancers, contortionists, and me, apparently.

I saw a round platform with a chair and an empty food cart. Behind it was a sign with "Big Bill: The World's Fattest Man" in puffy letters.

"You already have a sign?" I signed my contract less than an hour ago.

"You're replacing the former Big Bill. It's perfect timing."

My stomach rumbled in pain. Mr. Rawley pretended not to notice.

"W-what happened to him?"

Mr. Rawley looked into my eyes. His expression was dead serious. "He exploded." Then, very casually, he added, "This way, please."

I followed him to a dirt area behind the tents. Otis was waiting for me with a camera in his hands.

"Promotional photos," Mr. Rawley explained. "We're rebranding you as 'The World's Fattest Man... in Training.' So we need some before photos. And we'll take more after every 40 pounds or so. It's up to Otis."

Otis gave our boss a little salute. "Whenever I notice something interesting."

Something interesting. What did that mean? Like when I grow new rolls or stretchmarks?

I was seriously queasy now, and it was only partly because of the food.

Otis told me where to stand. When he was happy with my position, he asked me to strip off my shirt and jacket.

The way he said it made my heart race again. I couldn't help it.

I pulled off the jacket (easy enough). I was a lot more careful peeling off my shirt. I didn't want to disturb my digesting stomach.

And...

I immediately felt inadequate. My arms and shoulders were so damn bony, and with my stomach round from food, I looked... comical. Which I guess was what they wanted.

Otis looked at me through the camera. "Okay. Take off the pants, please?"

Seriously?

I looked to Mr. Rawley to see if I had to do this, but he was already gone. It was just me and Otis.

"Need some help?" Otis asked. "I'm sure your waistband is a little tight right now."

It was. And reaching past my belly bloat was painful. So yes, I did need his help. And I really, really wanted it. "Please?"

He set his camera on a stump and strolled over. His hands went toward my fly, but before he popped it open, he took a second to run his fingertips down my curved stomach.

I shivered.

With his eyes locked on mine, he gripped my pants button and effortlessly popped it open. Then he tugged. My pants dropped to my ankles. "Feel better?"

"Uh huh." The pressure across my waist was gone now.

I was down to my small blue briefs. That's it. The breeze slid across my bare skin. It was cold, but with Otis standing so close, I was very warm.

He patted my stomach and stepped back. "Perfect. Now strike a few poses and let's see what we're working with."

Posing? I wasn't ready for this.

I raised my arms limply and Otis laughed behind the camera. "Come on, Big Bill! You're a fat man now. Be fierce!"

I flexed my non-existent arms and made a face.

"Nice! Nice!" Otis snapped some shots. "Now grip your stomach and look proud!"

I did what he said.

He gave me a steady stream of instructions, and he was so excited that I sort of... got into it.

"Look hungry!"

"Pretend that you're going to belly-check me!"

"Rub that bloat!"

"You're fat, Bill! You're the fattest man in the world! Look like you weigh a thousand pounds!"

After 20 minutes and a flurry of photos, Otis got what he wanted. He walked over and congratulated me with a candy bar.

I ate it out of his hand. Enough time had passed, and there was enough room in my stomach.

"You need help getting dressed?"

"No. I can manage."

He nodded. "Okay. Bring all your stuff tomorrow and I'll help you settle in. I gotta get changed for the show."

I grunted a little as I pulled on my pants. "Are you a performer, too?" He was the only person in the line-up who didn't tell me what his job was here.

Otis raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? I thought you knew who I was."

I shrugged. "Circus photographer?"

He reached behind my ear, pulled out a flower, and splashed my face.

Dammit! I had a crush on a clown!

***

Thanks for reading! And thanks for the suggestion @lyisma! Sorry there's no weight gain in this chapter, but don't worry. Big Bill is about to get massive!

[belchwarlock]

POV: You called me over for lunch at your place, but I got too comfortable and decided the meal just wasn't enough, so I went on a fridge assault. No, I don't know if you're "okay with it" cuz I never asked.

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[belchwarlock]

POV: You called me over for lunch at your place, but I got too comfortable and decided the meal just wasn't enough, so I went on a fridge assault. No, I don't know if you're "okay with it" cuz I never asked.

[tummyappreciated]

No offense... but you're really hot and sexy for this

[ryanporker]

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[hungrykeaton]

I know it keeps saying limited time but this taco Tuesday deal has been going on for months now! I just ate another 24 fucking tacos what the absolute fuck is wrong with me?! When is it going to end because I can’t stop going and fucking over ordering and over stuffing myself until I can barely fucking breathe.

It started with a dozen tacos and now I’m clearing 2 dozen. Fuck they just keep serving them to me too. Each time they come back and ask me if I “want another round” or “want anything else” and it’s just too easy to mutter “yes” or “another 6 tacos” between stunted breaths.

I did get another “are you done” though after 12, but I just said I wanted more. I just keep asking for more and they’ll just bring them right to me. Right to me so I can stuff them greedily down even though I’m not even hungry. I’m just eating for pure gluttony, stuffing down every bit of food on the plate. Making sure I eat the crumbs too. I need to show them how this is exactly as much food as I should be eating.

I also should mention I usually eat chips and salsa too before my tacos so that’s actually even more food on top. This time I was really doubting ordering more, but I did it anyway. And I only had 2 left and felt so sick but I just kept shoving the food in and taking bigger and bigger bites and just swallowing giant mouthful’s down carefully just to stuff it down. I honestly didn’t even want to eat it at that point but I did anyway.

Why don’t they cut me off, they really are just gonna let me keep ordering more and more each time? What happens when I hit 25? What if instead after 25 I just start ordering dessert on top. They’re going to just keep over serving me until I’m too fat to fit in the booth, and all because I can’t say fucking NO to MORE FOOD. As long askI keep asking for more food I’ll get it and it’s blowing me the FUCK UP! I gotta start saying no and I’m full, but I fuck it up each time and just say yes MORE instead. I need more food in my big fat stuffed gut, there’s no room in it and I can’t fucking sit up straight but please I need MORE stuffed in it.

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Unprofessional Development

Jimmy's jaw dropped when the new boss walked into the office. Even with his shirt, tie and dress pants on, he still recognized the big, fat chub straight away. What a night they had had together a few months ago, meeting up at the older man’s place: the unveiling of that enormous, wide, soft butt and the way he’d let Jimmy play with his giant belly and tits! Even now, the memory of it was getting Jimmy hard.

“I hear I’m joining a very dynamic team,” Stuart announced to the gathering he had assembled. “I’m sure we’re all going to get along great. I expect a professional attitude at all times, and that’s all you’ll ever get out of me,” he promised, sounding strangely like a politician. His eyes caught on Jimmy’s, although it was clear that the recognition wasn’t quite there. Oh, how massive his gut looked in that tent-like white shirt! His rear, a masterpiece of blubber! What had his profile said he’d weighed? 450lbs? It certainly wasn’t a pound less. Why the hell hadn’t Jimmy organised another sexy night with this beautiful, lardy beast?

Jimmy settled back to his desk, the mood of the office tense as no-one quite knew what to expect from the new guy strolling about and talking to them all. By Thursday, it was clear that Stuart wasn’t about to acknowledge his and Jimmy’s previous encounter and that, if anything, he’d actively been avoiding him until he couldn’t any longer.

“Alone at last!” Stuart teased playfully as he closed the door to his office, inviting Jimmy to sit and chat through his career goals, like he had done everyone else. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d remembered me,” Jimmy answered honestly.

 “I never forget a chaser,” Stuart answered with a chuckle. “And you were quite the admirer, as I recall!” he smirked, falling down heavily into his large chair behind his great desk. “The way you played with my big belly…” he swooned. “It was fucking hot!”

Jimmy felt his face getting warm. This wasn’t the professional talk he had expected upon his arrival. This was something much better, and he grinned from ear to ear to show Stuart just that.

“From what I’ve been told, you’re a bit of a coaster,” Stuart continued, sitting back without any intention of making any notes from this meeting. “You do what you’re asked and no more. No innovative ideas, no ambitions. You take home your paycheck and everyone’s happy?”

Jimmy considered this assessment of himself and shrugged. “I guess that’s about right,” he admitted, trying to hold back dirty images of him climbing onto Stuart’s lap and dropping his petit ass down onto the guy’s little, buried dick.

“Usually, I try to work guys like you hard, bring them around and get a bit more out of them,” the big boss admitted. “But, what can I say? I’m a sucker for a chaser!” he grinned. “I’ll make sure you have an easy ride with me in charge.”

“I do love a good ride!” Jimmy smiled flirtatiously back, letting his eyes drop down to Stuart's large gut and into his lap. Within two minutes, the office door was locked and Jimmy found himself bent over the desk, letting giant Stuart push his little dick all the way inside him. How fucking sexy was it to do it right here, in the office, like this?

“That was just like how I remembered it!” Stuart chuckled afterwards, tucking his shirt back in and strapping his belt up once more.

“Really?” Jimmy asked with a cheeky smirk. “That was even better for me!” he grinned, still swooning at the enormous older man he had just let finish inside him.

Stuart laughed and patted Jimmy on his slim, toned butt. “You’re such a fucking chaser!” he teased. “Drop and bounce a heavy belly on their back when they’re getting fucked and you all instantly start climaxing!” He kissed Jimmy on the mouth, lingering for some time as Jimmy let his hands explore his boss’ monstrous size. “I’ll let my new assistant know that you’re not to be hassled about the Owens account,” he stated; his final offering of the day.

“How come you made Matt your new assistant?” Jimmy asked, having been grumbling about the choice since it was announced yesterday. “He’s been bossing us all around like crazy this morning.”

Stuart only chuckled. “I have my reasons!” he nodded. “Matt is very ambitious and dedicated.”

“And don’t we all know it!” Jimmy sighed.

“He has quite the crush on you, y’know!” Stuart added playfully. “I spotted it straight away. You should see the way he looks over at your desk.”

Jimmy shook his head in disapproval. He had to admit that he’d picked up on the vibes from Matt in the past, given that they’d both started straight from college a couple of years ago. But Matt was far too serious, slim and sober for Jimmy to consider paying any sort of attention to. Jimmy was young, pretty and enjoying himself too much to date anyone so serious all the damn time.

“I’m sure you’ll feel differently in a few months’ time,” Stuart teased. “I’ve already started working my magic on him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jimmy asked back, surprised by the kinky tone in his boss’ voice.

“It means, poor little Matt may be getting a bit more than he bargained for by accepting this promotion!” Then he tapped his large stomach, leaving Jimmy in no doubt as to his meaning. He’d remembered seeing it on Stuart’s profile, months ago. The guy wasn’t just into chasers and having his fat body worshipped. He was also into other stuff too: feeding and fattening guys up for his own pleasure. Now that Jimmy thought about it, that had been the reason why he hadn’t rushed back for another session with him last time. At the end of their date, Stuart had laid a hand on Jimmy’s flat stomach and offered to ‘fix it’ for him. He’d almost made it sound sexy.

“It’ll never work,” Jimmy scoffed. “He plays squash three times a week.”

Stuart merely patted Jimmy on his tight rear, nudging him out of his office. “Just sit back and watch,” he winked.

“What is up with that guy today?” complained Sally a few weeks later, flushed after a frustrating run-in with Matt about a project she was running. “Yesterday my report was fine, now I’ve got to spend the afternoon fixing loads of apparent ‘issues!’” she complained.

“At least he’s out this afternoon,” nodded Wendy in full agreement. “They’re going for lunch with a client.”

“Again?” Sally shot back. “That’s the third time this week!”

“Whilst we mere mortals must make do with a simple sandwich…” Wendy joked, lifting a meagre, foil-wrapped delight from home.

Jimmy tried to stay out of the conversation. The lack of pressure on him around here had not gone unnoticed and, Sally in particular, was never one to hold back in pointing that out. He knew that she blamed Matt’s crush on him for why he was getting such an easy ride. In reality, Sally should have been looking a little higher up the food chain.

Stuart moaned loudly as he came a couple of weeks later, buried inside Jimmy’s tiny butt. He grunted, wiping his brow as he pulled back, sighing with relief. “Thanks!” he sighed . “I really needed that.”

Jimmy smiled back, turning onto his back and snuggling into the big, fat man in his bed. “That was amazing!” he cooed, knowing that he had been far too excitable and unable to hold back. He’d climaxed long before Stuart had even got into a decent rhythm. “Just what you needed after a stressful week.”

“Stressful?” Stuart asked, chuckling. “Nah, this job isn’t stressful. I have my little assistant to do everything.”

Jimmy nodded, rubbing the large man’s belly. “I think Matt’s been doing a lot of your dirty work recently. He’s pissed off a lot of people. Everyone is always very relieved to see him going out for all these lunch meetings you have.”

Again, Stuart chuckled. “Why do you think I was in such need for a bit of fun tonight? All these dinner dates with Matt are such a turn on!”

“You’re into Matt?” Jimmy asked, more than a little surprised.

Stuart shrugged. “He’s a good looking guy, but no… I’m more into what’s happening to him. The new belly he’s getting.”

Jimmy sat up. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “I haven’t noticed anything.”

Stuart raised his eyebrow in surprise. “Then you’re fucking blind!” he hooted. “The lunch meetings, admin, syrupy coffees and doughnuts are all piling on him like crazy. It’s so fucking hot to see!”

“And this is all you're doing?” Jimmy asked, surprised at the genuine joy on his boss’ face.

“Of course! I can’t resist popping out a little gut on the impressionable ones like him. In fact, I can’t believe you haven’t noticed it all on him yet! You’re a chubby chaser, right? Fresh love handles on a guy are supposed to be your area of expertise!”

“Mostly I just try to stay out of his way,” Jimmy replied, settling back down to nuzzle into the big man, confused at how all this was making him feel.

“Well, take a good look tomorrow morning,” Stuart sighed with satisfaction, rubbing his own large stomach with appreciation. “A real chaser like you will love it. Your dick is going to be as hard as a rock! Little Matty is soon to be a fatty!”

The next morning, Matt was already in Stuart’s office when Jimmy arrived. He could see them both through the open door, sipping on their morning coffees; an open box of doughnuts sitting on the table. Was Stuart pushing calories on him already? It had barely turned 9am.

Still the men were in there at 10am, more creamy coffees arriving by delivery. Was this what had been happening every morning? He checked the calendar: another lunch meeting at one. Stuart really was going for it. Then the moment finally arrived when Matt emerged. Stuart had been right to be surprised that Jimmy hadn’t noticed the gains. Now that he was looking, the shift was undeniable. Poor Matt’s pants looked as if they were pinching him uncomfortably around the hips: new, fresh love handles beginning to bloom at his sides. When he turned, a clear paunchy shape was emerging in Matt’s stomach, a surprising, new beefiness to his chest. Then there was his butt, straining against the material of his black work pants; its added heft and a definitive plushness. “Good morning, Jimmy,” the oblivious guy smiled at him, pleased to make eye contact for the first time in a while.

Caught by surprise, Jimmy managed little more than a murmur in reply. What was the right thing to do in this situation? He recognised that Matt should know what their secretly kinky boss was up to, but that would put all of them in such a difficult position. There was also that sinking feeling as Jimmy realised that Stuart had been absolutely right about one thing: for the first time in his life, Jimmy was getting aroused by Matt.

Jimmy thought he had been discreet in looking across, yet there, with his arms folded over his massive chest, was Stuart, smirking with glee at him. He raised a cheeky eyebrow and Jimmy knew, right then, that his services would be required again that evening.

Now that Jimmy had noticed Matt’s gains, he suddenly realised how much it was the subject of the ongoing office gossiping. No longer one of them, jokes were being made at the middle manager’s expense. Comments on the poor fit of his clothes were a daily occurrence, along with remarks about the extraordinary expansion of his softening rear, so altered from the slender, tight glutes they had been only a few months earlier. People who weren’t even slim themselves were joining in, taking clear enjoyment from watching a spiraling weight gain beginning to take the jumped-up, young jobsworth who had done nothing but criticise since his promotion.

Within a couple more weeks, a fullness began to appear in Matt’s cheeks. A slight double chin was building underneath his always impeccably well shaved jawline, softening his overall appearance considerably. There seemed to be a moment when Jimmy’s little paunch suddenly transformed into something more; was it the way it widened slightly? Was it the slight overhang over his belt? Jimmy couldn’t put his finger on it. All he knew was that boring, slender Matt now had an actual, undeniable gut on him.

“Stuart tells me you’ve been working hard on the Leesman account?” Matt asked, daring to venture closer to Jimmy’s desk than he did usually.

Jimmy nodded, hardly knowing where to look as the new chub was at such close proximity. It was obvious that Matt wasn’t unaware of his weight gain; his new shirts and pants, although tight, were at least a respectable size. Yet, the guy’s posture hid nothing, leaning against the wall and throwing his hips out in a way that only emphasised the tremendous swelling in his middle. He did the same when he visited Sally’s desk, his back to Jimmy now and the new, wider, underexercised glutes on show for all to see. Was it surprising that Jimmy suddenly became so fascinated by that fattened shape? Was he wrong for enjoying listening to Stuart’s horny rants about how effectively, quietly and stealthily he was fattening the younger man up? All of a sudden, work seemed to be the most erotic place on earth.

Stuart sighed with delight as Jimmy crawled out from under his desk, having worked quite diligently in his crotch for the last five minutes or so. He’d taken Stuart’s cue when he’d returned from a lunch meeting, locked the office door behind him and set to work. “Amazing, as usual!” Stuart grinned, pulling the zipper on his pants back up. “I was just getting so fucking horny seeing the way Matt overeats now, I just knew I needed some chaser’s mouth over my dick.”

“Always happy to help!” Jimmy smiled back, knowing it was his turn next. He stood next to Stuart who remained in his chair. The rotund man reached a hand to hold him close around the hips and placed his other hand on Jimmy’s pathetically hard erection. This never took long. Rather than becoming bored with these casual encounters, Jimmy felt like he had become infatuated with the man. He’d tried hard to suppress his enjoyment of watching his boss gleefully fatten up Matt, yet Stuart always managed to draw it out of him. It all felt so naughty and kinky; the eventual orgasm he had each time he admitted to Stuart that Matt’s fattening was turning him on; it was all so intense and powerful!

“The next stage is when his tits will properly come in,” Stuart stated, knowing exactly what to say to get Jimmy off quickly. “They’re already pretty soft, but you wait until you see them in a couple of months!”

Jimmy moaned. He loved imagining that. The changes. The metamorphosis.

“He hasn’t exercised in months, given how many hours he’s putting in each evening, trying to get ahead. Can you imagine how much he’d sweat trying to get his big, lazy butt around a squash court now?” Stuart asked, chuckling at the idea himself.

Fuck! There it was. Less than a minute and he’d climaxed over the floor of Stuart’s office. The big man patted him on the butt, always delighted with how simple it was to get the chaser off, then kissed him sweetly.

“You know, you could help me if you wanted..?” Stuart offered, his mind cleared of the horny fog and sharply calculating a new approach. “His double chin is coming on so rapidly now, he’s bound to look at himself in the mirror and start thinking about dieting. Now, that wouldn’t stop what’s happening to him, but it would certainly slow things down…”

Jimmy nodded. He could well believe that Stuart had the ability to throw temptation in Matt’s way, or provide quietly calorific foods that would make any diet he was on completely ineffective.

“What a fatty needs at this time is an ego boost,” Stuart continued, cupping Jimmy’s tight butt and pulling him in closer, just like he always did when he was trying to convince him to do something more adventurous with him. “You’re well aware that he has a crush on you. How great would it be for him if the cute little twink he’s fantasised about for almost three years actually started to pay him some attention?”

Jimmy hesitated to answer.

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t enjoy it. The evidence is right there all over my floor,” Suart teased him. “You’d make a mighty fine feeder’s assistant.”

“He’s not really my type…” Jimmy tried to mumble, despite knowing that Matt was now far enough away from that old, skinny frame that he had previously disliked so much.

“Oh, I know he’s not fat enough for you,” Stuart laughed. “But he could be one day, with someone else nudging him in the right direction…” He brought his mouth closer to Jimmy’s and kissed him sweetly, knowing exactly the right moves to pull in order to seduce him. “You do want to see me put those tits on him, right?” he whispered, his voice laced with temptation. “Give him that nice, soft, wide butt we talked about?”

Just as Stuart had wanted, Jimmy felt completely incapable of refusing.

It hadn’t been intentional when it happened. A few days had passed when Jimmy had been trying not to stare at the beautiful, new, thick shape to Matt’s glutes. They pressed with such determination against the material of his work pants and it was obvious, judging by how forcefully his love handles were draping over the waistband, that the new pants were now far too small to contain his ever increasing blubber. It happened in an instant. Matt turned suddenly, looking straight in Jimmy’s direction and, unable to conceal his staring, Jimmy looked down, immediately embarrassed and obviously guilty.

“Do you need any help with the new software?” Matt asked, keen for any opportunity to come over and chat.

Up close, the new fat in Matt’s face was utterly adorable. His enlarged body had such presence and the strain of a tortured shirt button was only just concealed by a tie that draped down his fattened torso. By three o’clock in the afternoon, he always developed this natural, alluring musk; the scent of which was now reaching Jimmy’s nostrils.

“No, I should be okay,” Jimmy shot back, still embarrassed from being caught checking him out.

“Do you not like me or something?” Matt asked bluntly; taking advantage of the fact that the other people who worked near Jimmy had left their desks. “Every time I come over you just seem to try and get rid of me as fast as possible.”

Jimmy flushed with even greater embarrassment. “No! It’s not that at all,” he countered. “The opposite, in fact!”

From the moment the words left his mouth, Jimmy knew he had let his nerves get the better of him. What the hell had he just admitted to?

“The opposite?” Matt asked, stunned. “You mean, you’re…”

“Forget it!” Jimmy replied, wanting this whole situation to be over. “It’s not appropriate in the work place.”

Now Matt really was grinning happily. “Jimmy?” he asked confidently. “Would you like to go for a drink with me sometime?”

Stuart had been delighted the next time he saw Jimmy. Of course Matt had gone straight to HR to declare that he had asked one of the more junior staff out on a date. The guy had never met a company protocol he hadn’t liked. “Just be sure to keep complimenting his appearance,” Stuart advised him. “And if you can get him over-eating on your date, that’s even better.”

Everything had happened so quickly, Jimmy no longer felt sure what he had actually agreed to. Matt turned up on their date looking smart, in an obviously newly purchased shirt that actually concealed most of the arch of his bulbous stomach. He was clearly the romantic type, proud to be seen alongside Jimmy and listening well to everything he had to say. 

“You’re so quiet at work,” Matt smiled, scraping the last of the cream from his dessert bowl. “I never really felt like I knew all that much about you, until this evening.”

Jimmy smiled back. He hadn’t expected to enjoy Matt’s company so much, yet the way the guy had just inhaled his dessert had been more than a little distracting. Matt ate exactly in the way Stuart had described: quickly, greedily and without any apparent self-awareness. “Do you want the rest of this?” Jimmy asked, pointing to the hefty slice of cheesecake and generous portion of ice cream left on his plate. “I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth.”

Matt’s greedy eyes looked downwards and, whether the man was aware of it or not, he licked his lips hungrily. He politely tried to refuse, but within thirty seconds, Jimmy’s full plate was being lifted up and exchanged for Matt’s emptied one.

Matt made to hold Jimmy’s hand as they strolled out of the restaurant. Jimmy felt elated by the touch: those typically warm, clammy hands of a real chub. “I had a great time this evening,” Matt smiled at him just as Jimmy’s cab arrived to take him home.

“Me too,” nodded Jimmy, unable to hold back a smile. “We should do this again sometime.”

Emboldened, Matt stepped forwards and kissed him sweetly on the lips: short and tender. On the way home, Jimmy’s head was spinning. Here he was, going home alone after a first date and yet feeling as if the night couldn’t have gone any better. Was he genuinely falling for boring old Matt?

“Well done!” chirped Stuart that next Monday morning. “I hear that you were utterly adorable and sweet on your date on Saturday? Fat boy hasn’t stopped going on about it!” he quietly nodded back towards Matt, still working away in his own office, blissfully unaware that they were discussing him.

“You guys talk about stuff like that?” Jimmy asked, unsure whether he liked his love life being a topic of conversation between the higher-ups at the company..

“Of course!” Stuart laughed. “Excellent move with the dessert by the way!” he nodded proudly. “Judging by how well he ate those doughnuts this morning, relationship gains are gonna hit him hard!”

“Relationship?” Jimmy asked, completely flustered.

“Well, not yet, obviously,” Stuart agreed. “But, in time, this is all going to work to our advantage. His weight will just spiral completely out of his control.”

Jimmy didn’t return his boss’ grin, feeling a pit of guilt in his stomach. He’d genuinely liked Matt, yet Stuart had been completely right: there was nothing in the world Jimmy wanted to see more than Matt’s weight surpassing even his wildest expectations. How much of a bad person did that make him? It certainly didn’t make him a good one.

Jimmy had been coy about a second date and, although it was clear that Matt was keen to get something in his diary, Jimmy made up excuses to delay things. He’d never been in this situation before, having someone nice actually wanting to take him out and romance him for more than just sex. But, on the other hand, Jimmy loved the chubs he casually played with. Was he ready to give that up to be with someone properly?

“I always assumed you weren’t into me,” Matt declared, kissing Jimmy in the back of a gay bar they’d gone to after a second dinner out together. Several handsome guys had gazed hungrily over in Jimmy’s direction, wondering curiously what a handsome twink like him was doing with such a pot-bellied guy. 

“I didn’t used to be,” Jimmy replied honestly.

“Oh yeah?” Matt asked, grinning from ear to ear as he held the pretty boy’s slim hips in his hands. “What changed?”

Jimmy felt embarrassed again. He’d never been shy about telling chubs how much he liked their bodies before. Yet, this felt different. “I just prefer the more rugged look you’ve got going on now,” he finally offered, pinching Matt’s shoulders as if to pretend that the man had been getting stronger over the last few months, instead of irredeemably fatter.

“Seriously?” Matt asked, as keen as a puppy. “I wouldn’t really call it ‘rugged’,” he replied candidly. “It’s more that I’ve just reached that time in life when it’s super easy to pile on the pounds without even realising it.”

“Well, whatever it is…” Jimmy smiled back, moving his hands to cup Matt’s wide butt for the first time. “...It’s definitely working for you!”

Overwhelmed with delight, Matt kissed him passionately in the back of that bar; their hands finally free to roam where they liked.

“You’re a genius!” Stuart chuckled, leaning back in his chair, unbuckling his pants and pulling the material wide so that Jimmy would be able to wrap his lips over his shaft. “You wouldn’t believe how much I just watched Matt eat after you told him that you like him fat.”

“I didn’t say it like that,” Jimmy replied, getting down on his knees despite disapproving of the fact that the two men had been discussing him again.

Stuart reached out a hand and held Jimmy’s porcelaine face, admiring it with pride. “Well, whatever it was you said, it’s fucking working. He’s eating like an absolute pig!”

Jimmy knew that it must have been no exaggeration, for, in almost no time at all Stuart was unloading straight into his mouth.

“I’m starting to think that you could actually get him even bigger than me,” Stuart declared as he took Jimmy’s erection into his hand afterwards, still sitting in his chair and wrapping his other arm around Jimmy’s hip. “He’s just got this quality about him; this natural greed! He’s already at least a hundred and thirty pounds up. We could take him seriously far!”

Jimmy couldn’t deny how much the idea turned him on. In his mind, he envisioned the 300lb Matt ballooning to beyond even Stuart’s size, soon finding he was shooting violently across the floor.

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” Stuart chuckled afterwards, once all the mess was cleaned up and the pair looked respectable enough to return to their day. “Being a feeder is the best thing in the world.”

Jimmy didn’t need to respond. Stuart knew what he was even better than he knew himself. He’d passed some invisible threshold into a land he could never return from. Jimmy wasn’t just a simple chaser anymore.

“I was thinking…” Matt mused at the end of their fourth date. “Maybe you would like to come back to my place afterwards?”

Jimmy smiled with embarrassment and nodded. Whilst he’d enjoyed their dates, he’d never felt so attracted to someone like this in his life. Even in the short couple of months since their first date, he’d witnessed Matt packing on at least another 20lbs. More, according to Stuart’s estimates. “I’d like that,” he nodded, feeling like he needed to downplay his overwhelming arousal.

Upon reaching Matt’s place, the pair settled into a kissing marathon on the couch. With no prying eyes on him, Matt’s hands traveled more cheekily over Jimmy’s slender body and he moaned loudly with horny appreciation to have the twink at long last. When he disappeared off to the bathroom, Jimmy got up to take a look around. Although it had undoubtedly been nice when Matt moved in, the place now had all the hallmarks of a typical lazy chub’s apartment: piles of papers and unsorted items on table tops, a refrigerator full of beers and snacks, empty pizza boxes filed away next to the trash. ‘Is this all he eats?’ Jimmy asked himself, chuckling as he opened the cupboard to see all the boxes of cookies, bags of potato chips and packages of doughnuts.

“Are you ready?” Matt called, stepping out from the bathroom, completely naked.

Jimmy hadn’t expected Matt to undress himself in there, and the sight was almost overwhelming. Matt grinned with an undeserved confidence: his very average-sized dick standing to attention like it anticipated Jimmy to be filled with awe for it. In fact, it was almost laughable that Matt still expected his naked form to inspire such arousal. Didn’t he see the tits on himself? The depth of his belly button? His arching stomach and the little pouch of fat that was beginning its attack on his shaft; gradually engulfing it alongside the flabby inner thighs. It was as if every bit of junk food in Matt’s cupboards had been pumped and pasted onto his previously thin body. The way his love handles rippled as the man strutted over to him was almost too much to bear. Within moments, the fat man was undressing him hungrily, pulling Jimmy’s hands onto his wide, unconditioned rear like he had no understanding of how disgutingly out of shape he had become.

When Matt finally pulled out Jimmy’s dick, he moaned with surprise and lust. He hadn’t expected Jimmy to be so much bigger than himself, hungrily dropping to his knees to suck it. Although Jimmy sighed with pleasure, Matt’s lack of experience with sucking guys off was clear, lacking all tenderness; his mouth bouncing up and down with a speed that only highlighted how insanely horny he was himself.

Back in the bedroom, Matt’s clear fixation with Jimmy’s butt was only going to lead to one thing. Jimmy spun around, pushing his tight ass out and angling it in a way that had always assisted these chubs to get themselves in. In no time at all, Matt’s skin had become clammy, burning more calories than it had in months as it thrusted in and out. The moans and the heavy breathing was all making Jimmy so hard and he actually came from the slightest touch of Matt’s hand stimulating him at the same time. When Matt finished himself, mere seconds afterwards, he pulled himself out and lay back in the bed victoriously. He smirked as if he thoroughly expected Jimmy to tell him he was the greatest lover he had ever had: that no one had ever made him orgasm in the way Matt just had. It was all so adorable and cute; like this chub was more innocent and naive than any of the others Jimmy had enjoyed in the past. He soon snuggled up to him and fell blissfully asleep.

Matt was utterly smitten. Although Jimmy had made it clear that he wasn’t ready to be an item, the doughy man still occasionally gazed across the office at him with a sickly grin of adoration. In the month that followed, Matt’s jawline seemed to further melt away, his bulbous stomach gathering greater mass. “You wouldn’t believe what a little sex can do to a chub’s appetite!” Stuart chuckled, like their plan was working out perfectly. “I feel like I’ve created a monster!”

Jimmy quietly sucked away in the boss’ crotch, always horny to hear the changes the feeder had noticed. He had such a way of describing Matt’s ever swelling body and the gradual changes towards greater obesity.

“He knows you're a chaser,” Stuart stated next. “We went out for beers after a late meeting one night and I got him a little drunk. He says you kiss his belly all the time when you’re having sex.”

Jimmy stopped sucking and looked up anxiously. It didn’t matter that the guys were talking about him again. A sudden panic filled him. Had he fucked up? He couldn’t help but want to worship Matt’s swelling ball of fat whenever he got the chance to see it. But had he forgotten all subtlety?

“Relax!” Stuart cooed down to him. “This is what we want. He’s hardly going to rein in his appetite when he knows the twink he’s been infatuated with for years is into his new size.” He held his hand atop of Jimmy’s head, staring reassuringly into his eyes. “You’re doing well,” he smiled proudly. “You kiss that big, fat belly of his as much as you want, okay?”

Jimmy nodded, then felt his head being swiftly guided back onto Stuart’s dick as the big man leaned back further and moaned in pleasure.

It was obvious how much Matt wanted to pin Jimmy down into a relationship. He discussed wanting Jimmy to meet his family, take romantic weekends away and do all those generic things, like some basic straight couple, taking selfies together in the colours of Fall. Armed with the belief that Jimmy was a chaser, he seemed to unleash, and almost revel in, his own appetite. He had a taste for beer and a preference for any food which lacked any sort of nutritional value. Even in the short few weeks they had been sleeping together, it was obvious how much softer Matt was getting: great love handles draping over his pants. Large, puffy arms fitting awkwardly into t-shirts, and creases of back fat becoming ever more extreme.

“I do want to be with you,” Jimmy explained, lying contentedly in bed next to the easily 350lb glutton Matt had transformed into. “It’s just…”

“There’s someone else,” Matt sighed, always knowing that Jimmy had been hung up on another man.

“But, you’re the one I want,” Jimmy smiled, more sure of this now than ever before. “Things with this other guy are just… messy,” he sighed.

As he said it, Jimmy understood how deeply entangled he felt in the whole situation. Stuart was his boss and, more than that, he’d been on this crusade with Jimmy to ensure Matt had swollen to the size he was today. Stuart wasn’t to know that Jimmy’s feelings for Matt were real. In fact, Jimmy could imagine the skeptical look on the guy’s face if he ever tried to explain that to him: “Chasers like you only ever care about the blubber!” Stuart had told him over and over. “You’ll always be looking out for the next fatty who can’t tie his own shoelaces,” he chuckled, patting Jimmy on the back like it was the thing he loved about him most of all. “That’s just the way you are!”  His meaning was clear: Guys like Jimmy weren’t built for relationships. Understanding that was key. No happiness would ever be found in denying himself access to every chub who took his fancy.

With the work day over and most folks disappearing, Jimmy made his way to Stuart’s office and closed the door.

“Hello, my kinky little chaser!” the big man beamed, knowing that there was usually only one reason why Jimmy came in at this time. He cleared space on his desk presumptively and rolled his chair back, patting the extremely limited space on his knee for little Jimmy to sit himself down. “What can I do for you?”

Jimmy took a chair to the side instead, letting Stuart know immediately that this would not be like normal.

“Oh, let me guess!” Stuart huffed. “Matt’s got to you, hasn’t he?”

“I owe it to him to see if we can make it work,” Jimmy nodded. His eyes were fixated by the tremendous fat oozing under the man’s arms from his chest and back fat. It was all so damn sexy. He’d have to wait months, or even years to develop anything like that on Matt; if, indeed, he ever could.

Rolling towards him, Stuart took Jimmy’s delicate hand and pulled him up until he’d got him sitting on his knee, just as he’d first wanted. With Jimmy’s hands draped over his shoulders, he kissed him sweetly. “Well, I guess there’s no talking you out of that,” he sighed, kissing Jimmy more deeply and unbuttoning his own shirt to let the great lard out, as if to show Jimmy what he would be missing out on.

Jimmy was such a sucker for it all. This was perhaps the quality that he found most alluring about Stuart. Not only was he the boss, but he exuded authority in everything he did. He knew what he wanted and he didn’t overthink how he went about things in order to get it.

“One last time?” Stuart asked after it was clear that he had successfully wound Jimmy up into kissing him deeply back, rubbing his hands all over the giant belly of lard.

Jimmy nodded, standing up and letting the fat man unbuckle his pants for him, rolling down his underwear and spinning him around to get a look at the tight little ass he had fucked more time than he could count. With a horny slap across the cheeks, Jimmy knew to fall over the desk and spread his legs. An appreciative groan sounded from the sitting man behind him; his thick, sausage-like fingers tracing over the hole he was about to penetrate. With a miniscule bottle of lubricant always to hand, Stuart massaged it in, taking more time than usual to enjoy the view. Then, standing up, he unbuckled his own pants and attempted to insert himself. As always, Jimmy assisted, knowing that Stuart’s giant belly always prevented him from doing this smoothly. Then, once in place, the big man dropped his giant gut onto Jimmy’s small back and set to work, building up a sweat.

Despite how good this all felt, Jimmy knew this was the last time; both of them appreciating every last sensation and taking none of it for granted.

It was the light that Jimmy noticed first, as the room suddenly became much brighter. Then, he realised with horror that, not having expected any of this to occur, he hadn’t actually locked Stuart’s office door.

“Don’t come in!” the big man growled, but far too late. There in the doorway was none other than Matt himself.

Jimmy’s eyes were wide with horror. He wanted to shrink away into nothing but was pinned down by the massive weight on top of him. He moved his hands to try and hide his face, despite knowing that it was all pointless. Matt’s eyes had travelled from his sweaty, open-shirted boss, down to the little twink with his tiny butt pressed tightly into the man’s fat-swollen crotch.

“Get dressed, both of you,” Matt simply stated; his voice disguising an obvious seething beneath the surface. “I’ll see you in my office in two minutes.”

Jimmy and Stuart were silent as they got dressed again. No blame was given for the failure to lock the door. It was obvious that they had both been at fault. Jimmy followed his boss across to Matt’s office but was hastily told to wait outside whilst Matt spoke to their boss alone. Not a single raised voice was heard from within. Stuart emerged ten minutes later, unwilling to even make eye contact with Jimmy as he simply strolled back to his office and shut the door.

Now Matt gazed at Jimmy as if the spell he’d always cast over him were completely shattered. “Go home, Jimmy,” the man simply threw at him, obviously disgusted by his conduct. “And just be thankful you still have a job to come back to tomorrow.”

Jimmy didn’t try to message either of the men that night. He felt ashamed and crest-fallen. So this was why folks didn’t take their romances into the workplace. As much as he complained about it and tried to do as little as possible whilst he was there, he knew he’d be fucked without this job. What sort of a reference would he get when Matt informed HR about what he had been up to in Stuart’s office?

Stuart’s departure was announced the very next day. The big man called them into the conference room and explained that he would be wrapping things up at the end of the week, patting Matt on the back like they were still best friends and offering him his full backing to take over his role. So that had been Matt’s move? He’d kept things quiet in order to secure a promotion for himself? It hadn’t been something Jimmy would have expected from him.

Despite his best efforts, neither of the men made eye contact with him. Stuart left without ceremony that Friday and Matt began his new role the following Monday. Jimmy’s workload increased to a more expected level, and life just seemed to trudge onwards as if nothing had ever happened at all.

To say that Matt was an unpopular choice for the top position was an understatement. His manner was so uncompromising, and often dictatorial. People complained bitterly and resented the way he was going about increasing the company’s profitability. Quite unsurprisingly, they chose to make fun of his weight in a way they never had done with Stuart; calling him names behind his back and noting with amusement just how tight his shirts fitted each day. It was undeniable that the guy was putting on weight faster than ever before, with pure lard oozing into his midsection, fluffing up his arms and adding quite staggering heft to his thighs and butt.

Jimmy knew he couldn’t stay. It was all just far too difficult. He felt so guilty about how he had handled things, he didn’t even allow himself the opportunity to feel sorry for the great loss he had experienced when Matt walked away from him. His heart had broken without anyone to help him pick up the pieces.

“Jimmy! A word in my office, please!” called out Matt in his usual impatient tone. 

“It sounds like he got your letter,” smiled Wendy, knowing that Jimmy had successfully picked up a new role in a company across town.

“Good luck!” whispered Ben, watching Jimmy walking towards that fearsome office.

“Shut the door,” snapped Matt the moment Jimmy was over the threshold. He was holding the resignation letter in his hand and trotted around the desk, dropping his heavy body down into Stuart’s old chair. “So, you’re off then?”

Jimmy nodded.

“Stuart gave you a reference, did he?”

Again, Jimmy nodded. He knew he was in dangerous territory. One call from Matt and this new company would withdraw that job offer in a heartbeat.

“Good,” Matt nodded. “It’s the least he could have done after messing you around like that.”

Jimmy frowned. He knew he should be pleased that Matt didn’t automatically blame everything on him, but, in reality, it had been just as much his fault as Stuart’s.

“I think this new job will be good for you,” Matt seemed to consider. “It’s about time you spread your wings and explore other options.”

Jimmy sighed. “I was very happy working here,” he answered meekly.

“Well, like you said… things got messy, didn’t they?” Matt scolded him.

Again, Jimmy nodded. He’d deserved that. “Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” he asked, knowing that there would never be another opportunity.

Matt sighed. “I always knew we weren’t exclusive,” he conceded. “But it’s hard to shake the feeling that you and Stuart were both lying and playing games behind my back.”

Jimmy couldn’t deny it. That had been almost exactly what had been happening.

“But, if you’re not working here anymore, that will undoubtedly make things easier,” Matt stated.

“Easier?” Jimmy asked.

Again, Matt sighed. “I’ve discovered that I’m something of a stress-eater,” he explained, flapping his tie over his shoulder and rubbing the great expanse of his rotund gut. The buttons looked tortured and the fat in his chest had never looked so expansive. “I’ve gained thirty-five pounds in just under two and a half months.”

“I see,” Jimmy replied solemnly, trying to conceal his great preference towards the extra bulk. “And how do you feel about that?”

Matt shrugged. “It is what it is,” he answered. “I eat too much and this is the consequence. I didn’t mind it when I had you to enjoy it all,” he smirked, grabbing a wedge of his plush belly fat and jiggling.

“You know, I’d never fuck up again like that,” Jimmy stated with absolute determination to have one final chance with Matt. Perhaps, now he wasn’t going to be working here every day, things could be different. “You say the word and it’s you and me. Exclusive. Forever.”

Matt’s face dropped and he raised an eyebrow, sitting up in a much more professional manner. “This isn’t the place to discuss that,” he scolded Jimmy. Then, with a small grin on his fat-bloated face, he added. “But I’d be quite happy to talk about it over dinner tonight instead.”

Jimmy only saw his old work colleagues at the annual Christmas parties these days. Despite the company’s success under Matt’s leadership, the man never chose to linger for more than an hour or so, knowing that the party would only truly get started once he was out of their way. He looked so handsome with his wide, bulbous rear and thick love handles surpassing the width of even his gigantic back, filled with fat from his shoulder blades and even extending into his enormous, puffy arms. He’d made a beeline for the buffet table, balancing the comically small plate up against the large shelf of his stomach as he stood chatting with some of the newer, more senior hires.

Despite the nostalgic vibes Jimmy felt at seeing all his old friends, he knew that things were never going to be the same. He’d married the boss and become an outsider since he’d left the company. An hour was pretty much all he could stand of the awkward chit chat, and he was quite happy to have his husband’s large, sweaty palm take his and lead him away from the party. 

“There we are,” Matt sighed in relief once they were back in the car. “I’ve shown my face. Now, let’s get some pizza and head home.”

“Pizza!” Jimmy laughed. “I’ve just watched you systematically destroying that buffet for the last hour.”

“So?” Matt chuckled back. “The company paid for that buffet. Plus, I always get pizza on a Friday night. It’s part of the reason why you love me so much,” he joked, tapping his enormous gut that burst its way forwards towards the steering wheel.

“One of many reasons,” Jimmy nodded, kissing his five hundred pound lover on the cheek. Having joined Matt’s family, it no longer surprised him how large the man had grown: the cousins, the aunts, the uncles, they were all the same: greedy and rapid expanders as soon as their metabolisms crashed in their early twenties.Although Stuart had always enjoyed feeling responsible for making Matt grow in those early days, Jimmy started to understand that perhaps the man was merely enabling a process that was already naturally underway.

“Are you sure you’re okay with leaving this early?” Matt checked one final time.

“Of course not,” Jimmy smiled, placing his hand on the only part of Matt’s thigh that wasn’t engulfed by resting stomach fat. Even after all these years, there was nowhere he’d rather be than at this man’s side. His perfect match.

“Let’s go home.”

[durreconstructed]

Oh, hey guys

You can be a feedee that wants to eat healthily

You can be a feedee who stops because of health reasons

You can be a feedee who likes exercise

You can be a feedee who has allergies or other special dietary needs

You can be a feedee who doesn’t want to get bigger than a certain weight

What you CANNOT be is a feeder who denies these rights to their feedees.

Their body, their choice.

[potentialfatty]

Denial

Imagining a feeder who actively makes sure you don’t realize you’ve gotten massively fat. They size up your clothes without you ever noticing, never make comments about how big you are but how small you are. Lying about how there should be faster results, telling you that you should eat more followed by a painful stuffing. When you scroll places like tumblr admiring fellow gainers, seeing how big some people have made themselves, you start to realize how you look bigger than them. Your gut hangs lower, your thighs explode out of any pants and stretch marks cover your bugling belly. You tell your feeder this and they say how people always look smaller online, that you still have a long way to go to be as big as the fatties you once dreamt of becoming. All the while knowing that they had made you far bigger long ago and the only way to keep you going is to get you to a point where turning back is no longer an option.

[feeder86]

Unprofessional Development

Jimmy's jaw dropped when the new boss walked into the office. Even with his shirt, tie and dress pants on, he still recognized the big, fat chub straight away. What a night they had had together a few months ago, meeting up at the older man’s place: the unveiling of that enormous, wide, soft butt and the way he’d let Jimmy play with his giant belly and tits! Even now, the memory of it was getting Jimmy hard.

“I hear I’m joining a very dynamic team,” Stuart announced to the gathering he had assembled. “I’m sure we’re all going to get along great. I expect a professional attitude at all times, and that’s all you’ll ever get out of me,” he promised, sounding strangely like a politician. His eyes caught on Jimmy’s, although it was clear that the recognition wasn’t quite there. Oh, how massive his gut looked in that tent-like white shirt! His rear, a masterpiece of blubber! What had his profile said he’d weighed? 450lbs? It certainly wasn’t a pound less. Why the hell hadn’t Jimmy organised another sexy night with this beautiful, lardy beast?

Jimmy settled back to his desk, the mood of the office tense as no-one quite knew what to expect from the new guy strolling about and talking to them all. By Thursday, it was clear that Stuart wasn’t about to acknowledge his and Jimmy’s previous encounter and that, if anything, he’d actively been avoiding him until he couldn’t any longer.

“Alone at last!” Stuart teased playfully as he closed the door to his office, inviting Jimmy to sit and chat through his career goals, like he had done everyone else. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d remembered me,” Jimmy answered honestly.

 “I never forget a chaser,” Stuart answered with a chuckle. “And you were quite the admirer, as I recall!” he smirked, falling down heavily into his large chair behind his great desk. “The way you played with my big belly…” he swooned. “It was fucking hot!”

Jimmy felt his face getting warm. This wasn’t the professional talk he had expected upon his arrival. This was something much better, and he grinned from ear to ear to show Stuart just that.

“From what I’ve been told, you’re a bit of a coaster,” Stuart continued, sitting back without any intention of making any notes from this meeting. “You do what you’re asked and no more. No innovative ideas, no ambitions. You take home your paycheck and everyone’s happy?”

Jimmy considered this assessment of himself and shrugged. “I guess that’s about right,” he admitted, trying to hold back dirty images of him climbing onto Stuart’s lap and dropping his petit ass down onto the guy’s little, buried dick.

“Usually, I try to work guys like you hard, bring them around and get a bit more out of them,” the big boss admitted. “But, what can I say? I’m a sucker for a chaser!” he grinned. “I’ll make sure you have an easy ride with me in charge.”

“I do love a good ride!” Jimmy smiled flirtatiously back, letting his eyes drop down to Stuart's large gut and into his lap. Within two minutes, the office door was locked and Jimmy found himself bent over the desk, letting giant Stuart push his little dick all the way inside him. How fucking sexy was it to do it right here, in the office, like this?

“That was just like how I remembered it!” Stuart chuckled afterwards, tucking his shirt back in and strapping his belt up once more.

“Really?” Jimmy asked with a cheeky smirk. “That was even better for me!” he grinned, still swooning at the enormous older man he had just let finish inside him.

Stuart laughed and patted Jimmy on his slim, toned butt. “You’re such a fucking chaser!” he teased. “Drop and bounce a heavy belly on their back when they’re getting fucked and you all instantly start climaxing!” He kissed Jimmy on the mouth, lingering for some time as Jimmy let his hands explore his boss’ monstrous size. “I’ll let my new assistant know that you’re not to be hassled about the Owens account,” he stated; his final offering of the day.

“How come you made Matt your new assistant?” Jimmy asked, having been grumbling about the choice since it was announced yesterday. “He’s been bossing us all around like crazy this morning.”

Stuart only chuckled. “I have my reasons!” he nodded. “Matt is very ambitious and dedicated.”

“And don’t we all know it!” Jimmy sighed.

“He has quite the crush on you, y’know!” Stuart added playfully. “I spotted it straight away. You should see the way he looks over at your desk.”

Jimmy shook his head in disapproval. He had to admit that he’d picked up on the vibes from Matt in the past, given that they’d both started straight from college a couple of years ago. But Matt was far too serious, slim and sober for Jimmy to consider paying any sort of attention to. Jimmy was young, pretty and enjoying himself too much to date anyone so serious all the damn time.

“I’m sure you’ll feel differently in a few months’ time,” Stuart teased. “I’ve already started working my magic on him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jimmy asked back, surprised by the kinky tone in his boss’ voice.

“It means, poor little Matt may be getting a bit more than he bargained for by accepting this promotion!” Then he tapped his large stomach, leaving Jimmy in no doubt as to his meaning. He’d remembered seeing it on Stuart’s profile, months ago. The guy wasn’t just into chasers and having his fat body worshipped. He was also into other stuff too: feeding and fattening guys up for his own pleasure. Now that Jimmy thought about it, that had been the reason why he hadn’t rushed back for another session with him last time. At the end of their date, Stuart had laid a hand on Jimmy’s flat stomach and offered to ‘fix it’ for him. He’d almost made it sound sexy.

“It’ll never work,” Jimmy scoffed. “He plays squash three times a week.”

Stuart merely patted Jimmy on his tight rear, nudging him out of his office. “Just sit back and watch,” he winked.

“What is up with that guy today?” complained Sally a few weeks later, flushed after a frustrating run-in with Matt about a project she was running. “Yesterday my report was fine, now I’ve got to spend the afternoon fixing loads of apparent ‘issues!’” she complained.

“At least he’s out this afternoon,” nodded Wendy in full agreement. “They’re going for lunch with a client.”

“Again?” Sally shot back. “That’s the third time this week!”

“Whilst we mere mortals must make do with a simple sandwich…” Wendy joked, lifting a meagre, foil-wrapped delight from home.

Jimmy tried to stay out of the conversation. The lack of pressure on him around here had not gone unnoticed and, Sally in particular, was never one to hold back in pointing that out. He knew that she blamed Matt’s crush on him for why he was getting such an easy ride. In reality, Sally should have been looking a little higher up the food chain.

Stuart moaned loudly as he came a couple of weeks later, buried inside Jimmy’s tiny butt. He grunted, wiping his brow as he pulled back, sighing with relief. “Thanks!” he sighed . “I really needed that.”

Jimmy smiled back, turning onto his back and snuggling into the big, fat man in his bed. “That was amazing!” he cooed, knowing that he had been far too excitable and unable to hold back. He’d climaxed long before Stuart had even got into a decent rhythm. “Just what you needed after a stressful week.”

“Stressful?” Stuart asked, chuckling. “Nah, this job isn’t stressful. I have my little assistant to do everything.”

Jimmy nodded, rubbing the large man’s belly. “I think Matt’s been doing a lot of your dirty work recently. He’s pissed off a lot of people. Everyone is always very relieved to see him going out for all these lunch meetings you have.”

Again, Stuart chuckled. “Why do you think I was in such need for a bit of fun tonight? All these dinner dates with Matt are such a turn on!”

“You’re into Matt?” Jimmy asked, more than a little surprised.

Stuart shrugged. “He’s a good looking guy, but no… I’m more into what’s happening to him. The new belly he’s getting.”

Jimmy sat up. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “I haven’t noticed anything.”

Stuart raised his eyebrow in surprise. “Then you’re fucking blind!” he hooted. “The lunch meetings, admin, syrupy coffees and doughnuts are all piling on him like crazy. It’s so fucking hot to see!”

“And this is all you're doing?” Jimmy asked, surprised at the genuine joy on his boss’ face.

“Of course! I can’t resist popping out a little gut on the impressionable ones like him. In fact, I can’t believe you haven’t noticed it all on him yet! You’re a chubby chaser, right? Fresh love handles on a guy are supposed to be your area of expertise!”

“Mostly I just try to stay out of his way,” Jimmy replied, settling back down to nuzzle into the big man, confused at how all this was making him feel.

“Well, take a good look tomorrow morning,” Stuart sighed with satisfaction, rubbing his own large stomach with appreciation. “A real chaser like you will love it. Your dick is going to be as hard as a rock! Little Matty is soon to be a fatty!”

The next morning, Matt was already in Stuart’s office when Jimmy arrived. He could see them both through the open door, sipping on their morning coffees; an open box of doughnuts sitting on the table. Was Stuart pushing calories on him already? It had barely turned 9am.

Still the men were in there at 10am, more creamy coffees arriving by delivery. Was this what had been happening every morning? He checked the calendar: another lunch meeting at one. Stuart really was going for it. Then the moment finally arrived when Matt emerged. Stuart had been right to be surprised that Jimmy hadn’t noticed the gains. Now that he was looking, the shift was undeniable. Poor Matt’s pants looked as if they were pinching him uncomfortably around the hips: new, fresh love handles beginning to bloom at his sides. When he turned, a clear paunchy shape was emerging in Matt’s stomach, a surprising, new beefiness to his chest. Then there was his butt, straining against the material of his black work pants; its added heft and a definitive plushness. “Good morning, Jimmy,” the oblivious guy smiled at him, pleased to make eye contact for the first time in a while.

Caught by surprise, Jimmy managed little more than a murmur in reply. What was the right thing to do in this situation? He recognised that Matt should know what their secretly kinky boss was up to, but that would put all of them in such a difficult position. There was also that sinking feeling as Jimmy realised that Stuart had been absolutely right about one thing: for the first time in his life, Jimmy was getting aroused by Matt.

Jimmy thought he had been discreet in looking across, yet there, with his arms folded over his massive chest, was Stuart, smirking with glee at him. He raised a cheeky eyebrow and Jimmy knew, right then, that his services would be required again that evening.

Now that Jimmy had noticed Matt’s gains, he suddenly realised how much it was the subject of the ongoing office gossiping. No longer one of them, jokes were being made at the middle manager’s expense. Comments on the poor fit of his clothes were a daily occurrence, along with remarks about the extraordinary expansion of his softening rear, so altered from the slender, tight glutes they had been only a few months earlier. People who weren’t even slim themselves were joining in, taking clear enjoyment from watching a spiraling weight gain beginning to take the jumped-up, young jobsworth who had done nothing but criticise since his promotion.

Within a couple more weeks, a fullness began to appear in Matt’s cheeks. A slight double chin was building underneath his always impeccably well shaved jawline, softening his overall appearance considerably. There seemed to be a moment when Jimmy’s little paunch suddenly transformed into something more; was it the way it widened slightly? Was it the slight overhang over his belt? Jimmy couldn’t put his finger on it. All he knew was that boring, slender Matt now had an actual, undeniable gut on him.

“Stuart tells me you’ve been working hard on the Leesman account?” Matt asked, daring to venture closer to Jimmy’s desk than he did usually.

Jimmy nodded, hardly knowing where to look as the new chub was at such close proximity. It was obvious that Matt wasn’t unaware of his weight gain; his new shirts and pants, although tight, were at least a respectable size. Yet, the guy’s posture hid nothing, leaning against the wall and throwing his hips out in a way that only emphasised the tremendous swelling in his middle. He did the same when he visited Sally’s desk, his back to Jimmy now and the new, wider, underexercised glutes on show for all to see. Was it surprising that Jimmy suddenly became so fascinated by that fattened shape? Was he wrong for enjoying listening to Stuart’s horny rants about how effectively, quietly and stealthily he was fattening the younger man up? All of a sudden, work seemed to be the most erotic place on earth.

Stuart sighed with delight as Jimmy crawled out from under his desk, having worked quite diligently in his crotch for the last five minutes or so. He’d taken Stuart’s cue when he’d returned from a lunch meeting, locked the office door behind him and set to work. “Amazing, as usual!” Stuart grinned, pulling the zipper on his pants back up. “I was just getting so fucking horny seeing the way Matt overeats now, I just knew I needed some chaser’s mouth over my dick.”

“Always happy to help!” Jimmy smiled back, knowing it was his turn next. He stood next to Stuart who remained in his chair. The rotund man reached a hand to hold him close around the hips and placed his other hand on Jimmy’s pathetically hard erection. This never took long. Rather than becoming bored with these casual encounters, Jimmy felt like he had become infatuated with the man. He’d tried hard to suppress his enjoyment of watching his boss gleefully fatten up Matt, yet Stuart always managed to draw it out of him. It all felt so naughty and kinky; the eventual orgasm he had each time he admitted to Stuart that Matt’s fattening was turning him on; it was all so intense and powerful!

“The next stage is when his tits will properly come in,” Stuart stated, knowing exactly what to say to get Jimmy off quickly. “They’re already pretty soft, but you wait until you see them in a couple of months!”

Jimmy moaned. He loved imagining that. The changes. The metamorphosis.

“He hasn’t exercised in months, given how many hours he’s putting in each evening, trying to get ahead. Can you imagine how much he’d sweat trying to get his big, lazy butt around a squash court now?” Stuart asked, chuckling at the idea himself.

Fuck! There it was. Less than a minute and he’d climaxed over the floor of Stuart’s office. The big man patted him on the butt, always delighted with how simple it was to get the chaser off, then kissed him sweetly.

“You know, you could help me if you wanted..?” Stuart offered, his mind cleared of the horny fog and sharply calculating a new approach. “His double chin is coming on so rapidly now, he’s bound to look at himself in the mirror and start thinking about dieting. Now, that wouldn’t stop what’s happening to him, but it would certainly slow things down…”

Jimmy nodded. He could well believe that Stuart had the ability to throw temptation in Matt’s way, or provide quietly calorific foods that would make any diet he was on completely ineffective.

“What a fatty needs at this time is an ego boost,” Stuart continued, cupping Jimmy’s tight butt and pulling him in closer, just like he always did when he was trying to convince him to do something more adventurous with him. “You’re well aware that he has a crush on you. How great would it be for him if the cute little twink he’s fantasised about for almost three years actually started to pay him some attention?”

Jimmy hesitated to answer.

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t enjoy it. The evidence is right there all over my floor,” Suart teased him. “You’d make a mighty fine feeder’s assistant.”

“He’s not really my type…” Jimmy tried to mumble, despite knowing that Matt was now far enough away from that old, skinny frame that he had previously disliked so much.

“Oh, I know he’s not fat enough for you,” Stuart laughed. “But he could be one day, with someone else nudging him in the right direction…” He brought his mouth closer to Jimmy’s and kissed him sweetly, knowing exactly the right moves to pull in order to seduce him. “You do want to see me put those tits on him, right?” he whispered, his voice laced with temptation. “Give him that nice, soft, wide butt we talked about?”

Just as Stuart had wanted, Jimmy felt completely incapable of refusing.

It hadn’t been intentional when it happened. A few days had passed when Jimmy had been trying not to stare at the beautiful, new, thick shape to Matt’s glutes. They pressed with such determination against the material of his work pants and it was obvious, judging by how forcefully his love handles were draping over the waistband, that the new pants were now far too small to contain his ever increasing blubber. It happened in an instant. Matt turned suddenly, looking straight in Jimmy’s direction and, unable to conceal his staring, Jimmy looked down, immediately embarrassed and obviously guilty.

“Do you need any help with the new software?” Matt asked, keen for any opportunity to come over and chat.

Up close, the new fat in Matt’s face was utterly adorable. His enlarged body had such presence and the strain of a tortured shirt button was only just concealed by a tie that draped down his fattened torso. By three o’clock in the afternoon, he always developed this natural, alluring musk; the scent of which was now reaching Jimmy’s nostrils.

“No, I should be okay,” Jimmy shot back, still embarrassed from being caught checking him out.

“Do you not like me or something?” Matt asked bluntly; taking advantage of the fact that the other people who worked near Jimmy had left their desks. “Every time I come over you just seem to try and get rid of me as fast as possible.”

Jimmy flushed with even greater embarrassment. “No! It’s not that at all,” he countered. “The opposite, in fact!”

From the moment the words left his mouth, Jimmy knew he had let his nerves get the better of him. What the hell had he just admitted to?

“The opposite?” Matt asked, stunned. “You mean, you’re…”

“Forget it!” Jimmy replied, wanting this whole situation to be over. “It’s not appropriate in the work place.”

Now Matt really was grinning happily. “Jimmy?” he asked confidently. “Would you like to go for a drink with me sometime?”

Stuart had been delighted the next time he saw Jimmy. Of course Matt had gone straight to HR to declare that he had asked one of the more junior staff out on a date. The guy had never met a company protocol he hadn’t liked. “Just be sure to keep complimenting his appearance,” Stuart advised him. “And if you can get him over-eating on your date, that’s even better.”

Everything had happened so quickly, Jimmy no longer felt sure what he had actually agreed to. Matt turned up on their date looking smart, in an obviously newly purchased shirt that actually concealed most of the arch of his bulbous stomach. He was clearly the romantic type, proud to be seen alongside Jimmy and listening well to everything he had to say. 

“You’re so quiet at work,” Matt smiled, scraping the last of the cream from his dessert bowl. “I never really felt like I knew all that much about you, until this evening.”

Jimmy smiled back. He hadn’t expected to enjoy Matt’s company so much, yet the way the guy had just inhaled his dessert had been more than a little distracting. Matt ate exactly in the way Stuart had described: quickly, greedily and without any apparent self-awareness. “Do you want the rest of this?” Jimmy asked, pointing to the hefty slice of cheesecake and generous portion of ice cream left on his plate. “I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth.”

Matt’s greedy eyes looked downwards and, whether the man was aware of it or not, he licked his lips hungrily. He politely tried to refuse, but within thirty seconds, Jimmy’s full plate was being lifted up and exchanged for Matt’s emptied one.

Matt made to hold Jimmy’s hand as they strolled out of the restaurant. Jimmy felt elated by the touch: those typically warm, clammy hands of a real chub. “I had a great time this evening,” Matt smiled at him just as Jimmy’s cab arrived to take him home.

“Me too,” nodded Jimmy, unable to hold back a smile. “We should do this again sometime.”

Emboldened, Matt stepped forwards and kissed him sweetly on the lips: short and tender. On the way home, Jimmy’s head was spinning. Here he was, going home alone after a first date and yet feeling as if the night couldn’t have gone any better. Was he genuinely falling for boring old Matt?

“Well done!” chirped Stuart that next Monday morning. “I hear that you were utterly adorable and sweet on your date on Saturday? Fat boy hasn’t stopped going on about it!” he quietly nodded back towards Matt, still working away in his own office, blissfully unaware that they were discussing him.

“You guys talk about stuff like that?” Jimmy asked, unsure whether he liked his love life being a topic of conversation between the higher-ups at the company..

“Of course!” Stuart laughed. “Excellent move with the dessert by the way!” he nodded proudly. “Judging by how well he ate those doughnuts this morning, relationship gains are gonna hit him hard!”

“Relationship?” Jimmy asked, completely flustered.

“Well, not yet, obviously,” Stuart agreed. “But, in time, this is all going to work to our advantage. His weight will just spiral completely out of his control.”

Jimmy didn’t return his boss’ grin, feeling a pit of guilt in his stomach. He’d genuinely liked Matt, yet Stuart had been completely right: there was nothing in the world Jimmy wanted to see more than Matt’s weight surpassing even his wildest expectations. How much of a bad person did that make him? It certainly didn’t make him a good one.

Jimmy had been coy about a second date and, although it was clear that Matt was keen to get something in his diary, Jimmy made up excuses to delay things. He’d never been in this situation before, having someone nice actually wanting to take him out and romance him for more than just sex. But, on the other hand, Jimmy loved the chubs he casually played with. Was he ready to give that up to be with someone properly?

“I always assumed you weren’t into me,” Matt declared, kissing Jimmy in the back of a gay bar they’d gone to after a second dinner out together. Several handsome guys had gazed hungrily over in Jimmy’s direction, wondering curiously what a handsome twink like him was doing with such a pot-bellied guy. 

“I didn’t used to be,” Jimmy replied honestly.

“Oh yeah?” Matt asked, grinning from ear to ear as he held the pretty boy’s slim hips in his hands. “What changed?”

Jimmy felt embarrassed again. He’d never been shy about telling chubs how much he liked their bodies before. Yet, this felt different. “I just prefer the more rugged look you’ve got going on now,” he finally offered, pinching Matt’s shoulders as if to pretend that the man had been getting stronger over the last few months, instead of irredeemably fatter.

“Seriously?” Matt asked, as keen as a puppy. “I wouldn’t really call it ‘rugged’,” he replied candidly. “It’s more that I’ve just reached that time in life when it’s super easy to pile on the pounds without even realising it.”

“Well, whatever it is…” Jimmy smiled back, moving his hands to cup Matt’s wide butt for the first time. “...It’s definitely working for you!”

Overwhelmed with delight, Matt kissed him passionately in the back of that bar; their hands finally free to roam where they liked.

“You’re a genius!” Stuart chuckled, leaning back in his chair, unbuckling his pants and pulling the material wide so that Jimmy would be able to wrap his lips over his shaft. “You wouldn’t believe how much I just watched Matt eat after you told him that you like him fat.”

“I didn’t say it like that,” Jimmy replied, getting down on his knees despite disapproving of the fact that the two men had been discussing him again.

Stuart reached out a hand and held Jimmy’s porcelaine face, admiring it with pride. “Well, whatever it was you said, it’s fucking working. He’s eating like an absolute pig!”

Jimmy knew that it must have been no exaggeration, for, in almost no time at all Stuart was unloading straight into his mouth.

“I’m starting to think that you could actually get him even bigger than me,” Stuart declared as he took Jimmy’s erection into his hand afterwards, still sitting in his chair and wrapping his other arm around Jimmy’s hip. “He’s just got this quality about him; this natural greed! He’s already at least a hundred and thirty pounds up. We could take him seriously far!”

Jimmy couldn’t deny how much the idea turned him on. In his mind, he envisioned the 300lb Matt ballooning to beyond even Stuart’s size, soon finding he was shooting violently across the floor.

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” Stuart chuckled afterwards, once all the mess was cleaned up and the pair looked respectable enough to return to their day. “Being a feeder is the best thing in the world.”

Jimmy didn’t need to respond. Stuart knew what he was even better than he knew himself. He’d passed some invisible threshold into a land he could never return from. Jimmy wasn’t just a simple chaser anymore.

“I was thinking…” Matt mused at the end of their fourth date. “Maybe you would like to come back to my place afterwards?”

Jimmy smiled with embarrassment and nodded. Whilst he’d enjoyed their dates, he’d never felt so attracted to someone like this in his life. Even in the short couple of months since their first date, he’d witnessed Matt packing on at least another 20lbs. More, according to Stuart’s estimates. “I’d like that,” he nodded, feeling like he needed to downplay his overwhelming arousal.

Upon reaching Matt’s place, the pair settled into a kissing marathon on the couch. With no prying eyes on him, Matt’s hands traveled more cheekily over Jimmy’s slender body and he moaned loudly with horny appreciation to have the twink at long last. When he disappeared off to the bathroom, Jimmy got up to take a look around. Although it had undoubtedly been nice when Matt moved in, the place now had all the hallmarks of a typical lazy chub’s apartment: piles of papers and unsorted items on table tops, a refrigerator full of beers and snacks, empty pizza boxes filed away next to the trash. ‘Is this all he eats?’ Jimmy asked himself, chuckling as he opened the cupboard to see all the boxes of cookies, bags of potato chips and packages of doughnuts.

“Are you ready?” Matt called, stepping out from the bathroom, completely naked.

Jimmy hadn’t expected Matt to undress himself in there, and the sight was almost overwhelming. Matt grinned with an undeserved confidence: his very average-sized dick standing to attention like it anticipated Jimmy to be filled with awe for it. In fact, it was almost laughable that Matt still expected his naked form to inspire such arousal. Didn’t he see the tits on himself? The depth of his belly button? His arching stomach and the little pouch of fat that was beginning its attack on his shaft; gradually engulfing it alongside the flabby inner thighs. It was as if every bit of junk food in Matt’s cupboards had been pumped and pasted onto his previously thin body. The way his love handles rippled as the man strutted over to him was almost too much to bear. Within moments, the fat man was undressing him hungrily, pulling Jimmy’s hands onto his wide, unconditioned rear like he had no understanding of how disgutingly out of shape he had become.

When Matt finally pulled out Jimmy’s dick, he moaned with surprise and lust. He hadn’t expected Jimmy to be so much bigger than himself, hungrily dropping to his knees to suck it. Although Jimmy sighed with pleasure, Matt’s lack of experience with sucking guys off was clear, lacking all tenderness; his mouth bouncing up and down with a speed that only highlighted how insanely horny he was himself.

Back in the bedroom, Matt’s clear fixation with Jimmy’s butt was only going to lead to one thing. Jimmy spun around, pushing his tight ass out and angling it in a way that had always assisted these chubs to get themselves in. In no time at all, Matt’s skin had become clammy, burning more calories than it had in months as it thrusted in and out. The moans and the heavy breathing was all making Jimmy so hard and he actually came from the slightest touch of Matt’s hand stimulating him at the same time. When Matt finished himself, mere seconds afterwards, he pulled himself out and lay back in the bed victoriously. He smirked as if he thoroughly expected Jimmy to tell him he was the greatest lover he had ever had: that no one had ever made him orgasm in the way Matt just had. It was all so adorable and cute; like this chub was more innocent and naive than any of the others Jimmy had enjoyed in the past. He soon snuggled up to him and fell blissfully asleep.

Matt was utterly smitten. Although Jimmy had made it clear that he wasn’t ready to be an item, the doughy man still occasionally gazed across the office at him with a sickly grin of adoration. In the month that followed, Matt’s jawline seemed to further melt away, his bulbous stomach gathering greater mass. “You wouldn’t believe what a little sex can do to a chub’s appetite!” Stuart chuckled, like their plan was working out perfectly. “I feel like I’ve created a monster!”

Jimmy quietly sucked away in the boss’ crotch, always horny to hear the changes the feeder had noticed. He had such a way of describing Matt’s ever swelling body and the gradual changes towards greater obesity.

“He knows you're a chaser,” Stuart stated next. “We went out for beers after a late meeting one night and I got him a little drunk. He says you kiss his belly all the time when you’re having sex.”

Jimmy stopped sucking and looked up anxiously. It didn’t matter that the guys were talking about him again. A sudden panic filled him. Had he fucked up? He couldn’t help but want to worship Matt’s swelling ball of fat whenever he got the chance to see it. But had he forgotten all subtlety?

“Relax!” Stuart cooed down to him. “This is what we want. He’s hardly going to rein in his appetite when he knows the twink he’s been infatuated with for years is into his new size.” He held his hand atop of Jimmy’s head, staring reassuringly into his eyes. “You’re doing well,” he smiled proudly. “You kiss that big, fat belly of his as much as you want, okay?”

Jimmy nodded, then felt his head being swiftly guided back onto Stuart’s dick as the big man leaned back further and moaned in pleasure.

It was obvious how much Matt wanted to pin Jimmy down into a relationship. He discussed wanting Jimmy to meet his family, take romantic weekends away and do all those generic things, like some basic straight couple, taking selfies together in the colours of Fall. Armed with the belief that Jimmy was a chaser, he seemed to unleash, and almost revel in, his own appetite. He had a taste for beer and a preference for any food which lacked any sort of nutritional value. Even in the short few weeks they had been sleeping together, it was obvious how much softer Matt was getting: great love handles draping over his pants. Large, puffy arms fitting awkwardly into t-shirts, and creases of back fat becoming ever more extreme.

“I do want to be with you,” Jimmy explained, lying contentedly in bed next to the easily 350lb glutton Matt had transformed into. “It’s just…”

“There’s someone else,” Matt sighed, always knowing that Jimmy had been hung up on another man.

“But, you’re the one I want,” Jimmy smiled, more sure of this now than ever before. “Things with this other guy are just… messy,” he sighed.

As he said it, Jimmy understood how deeply entangled he felt in the whole situation. Stuart was his boss and, more than that, he’d been on this crusade with Jimmy to ensure Matt had swollen to the size he was today. Stuart wasn’t to know that Jimmy’s feelings for Matt were real. In fact, Jimmy could imagine the skeptical look on the guy’s face if he ever tried to explain that to him: “Chasers like you only ever care about the blubber!” Stuart had told him over and over. “You’ll always be looking out for the next fatty who can’t tie his own shoelaces,” he chuckled, patting Jimmy on the back like it was the thing he loved about him most of all. “That’s just the way you are!”  His meaning was clear: Guys like Jimmy weren’t built for relationships. Understanding that was key. No happiness would ever be found in denying himself access to every chub who took his fancy.

With the work day over and most folks disappearing, Jimmy made his way to Stuart’s office and closed the door.

“Hello, my kinky little chaser!” the big man beamed, knowing that there was usually only one reason why Jimmy came in at this time. He cleared space on his desk presumptively and rolled his chair back, patting the extremely limited space on his knee for little Jimmy to sit himself down. “What can I do for you?”

Jimmy took a chair to the side instead, letting Stuart know immediately that this would not be like normal.

“Oh, let me guess!” Stuart huffed. “Matt’s got to you, hasn’t he?”

“I owe it to him to see if we can make it work,” Jimmy nodded. His eyes were fixated by the tremendous fat oozing under the man’s arms from his chest and back fat. It was all so damn sexy. He’d have to wait months, or even years to develop anything like that on Matt; if, indeed, he ever could.

Rolling towards him, Stuart took Jimmy’s delicate hand and pulled him up until he’d got him sitting on his knee, just as he’d first wanted. With Jimmy’s hands draped over his shoulders, he kissed him sweetly. “Well, I guess there’s no talking you out of that,” he sighed, kissing Jimmy more deeply and unbuttoning his own shirt to let the great lard out, as if to show Jimmy what he would be missing out on.

Jimmy was such a sucker for it all. This was perhaps the quality that he found most alluring about Stuart. Not only was he the boss, but he exuded authority in everything he did. He knew what he wanted and he didn’t overthink how he went about things in order to get it.

“One last time?” Stuart asked after it was clear that he had successfully wound Jimmy up into kissing him deeply back, rubbing his hands all over the giant belly of lard.

Jimmy nodded, standing up and letting the fat man unbuckle his pants for him, rolling down his underwear and spinning him around to get a look at the tight little ass he had fucked more time than he could count. With a horny slap across the cheeks, Jimmy knew to fall over the desk and spread his legs. An appreciative groan sounded from the sitting man behind him; his thick, sausage-like fingers tracing over the hole he was about to penetrate. With a miniscule bottle of lubricant always to hand, Stuart massaged it in, taking more time than usual to enjoy the view. Then, standing up, he unbuckled his own pants and attempted to insert himself. As always, Jimmy assisted, knowing that Stuart’s giant belly always prevented him from doing this smoothly. Then, once in place, the big man dropped his giant gut onto Jimmy’s small back and set to work, building up a sweat.

Despite how good this all felt, Jimmy knew this was the last time; both of them appreciating every last sensation and taking none of it for granted.

It was the light that Jimmy noticed first, as the room suddenly became much brighter. Then, he realised with horror that, not having expected any of this to occur, he hadn’t actually locked Stuart’s office door.

“Don’t come in!” the big man growled, but far too late. There in the doorway was none other than Matt himself.

Jimmy’s eyes were wide with horror. He wanted to shrink away into nothing but was pinned down by the massive weight on top of him. He moved his hands to try and hide his face, despite knowing that it was all pointless. Matt’s eyes had travelled from his sweaty, open-shirted boss, down to the little twink with his tiny butt pressed tightly into the man’s fat-swollen crotch.

“Get dressed, both of you,” Matt simply stated; his voice disguising an obvious seething beneath the surface. “I’ll see you in my office in two minutes.”

Jimmy and Stuart were silent as they got dressed again. No blame was given for the failure to lock the door. It was obvious that they had both been at fault. Jimmy followed his boss across to Matt’s office but was hastily told to wait outside whilst Matt spoke to their boss alone. Not a single raised voice was heard from within. Stuart emerged ten minutes later, unwilling to even make eye contact with Jimmy as he simply strolled back to his office and shut the door.

Now Matt gazed at Jimmy as if the spell he’d always cast over him were completely shattered. “Go home, Jimmy,” the man simply threw at him, obviously disgusted by his conduct. “And just be thankful you still have a job to come back to tomorrow.”

Jimmy didn’t try to message either of the men that night. He felt ashamed and crest-fallen. So this was why folks didn’t take their romances into the workplace. As much as he complained about it and tried to do as little as possible whilst he was there, he knew he’d be fucked without this job. What sort of a reference would he get when Matt informed HR about what he had been up to in Stuart’s office?

Stuart’s departure was announced the very next day. The big man called them into the conference room and explained that he would be wrapping things up at the end of the week, patting Matt on the back like they were still best friends and offering him his full backing to take over his role. So that had been Matt’s move? He’d kept things quiet in order to secure a promotion for himself? It hadn’t been something Jimmy would have expected from him.

Despite his best efforts, neither of the men made eye contact with him. Stuart left without ceremony that Friday and Matt began his new role the following Monday. Jimmy’s workload increased to a more expected level, and life just seemed to trudge onwards as if nothing had ever happened at all.

To say that Matt was an unpopular choice for the top position was an understatement. His manner was so uncompromising, and often dictatorial. People complained bitterly and resented the way he was going about increasing the company’s profitability. Quite unsurprisingly, they chose to make fun of his weight in a way they never had done with Stuart; calling him names behind his back and noting with amusement just how tight his shirts fitted each day. It was undeniable that the guy was putting on weight faster than ever before, with pure lard oozing into his midsection, fluffing up his arms and adding quite staggering heft to his thighs and butt.

Jimmy knew he couldn’t stay. It was all just far too difficult. He felt so guilty about how he had handled things, he didn’t even allow himself the opportunity to feel sorry for the great loss he had experienced when Matt walked away from him. His heart had broken without anyone to help him pick up the pieces.

“Jimmy! A word in my office, please!” called out Matt in his usual impatient tone. 

“It sounds like he got your letter,” smiled Wendy, knowing that Jimmy had successfully picked up a new role in a company across town.

“Good luck!” whispered Ben, watching Jimmy walking towards that fearsome office.

“Shut the door,” snapped Matt the moment Jimmy was over the threshold. He was holding the resignation letter in his hand and trotted around the desk, dropping his heavy body down into Stuart’s old chair. “So, you’re off then?”

Jimmy nodded.

“Stuart gave you a reference, did he?”

Again, Jimmy nodded. He knew he was in dangerous territory. One call from Matt and this new company would withdraw that job offer in a heartbeat.

“Good,” Matt nodded. “It’s the least he could have done after messing you around like that.”

Jimmy frowned. He knew he should be pleased that Matt didn’t automatically blame everything on him, but, in reality, it had been just as much his fault as Stuart’s.

“I think this new job will be good for you,” Matt seemed to consider. “It’s about time you spread your wings and explore other options.”

Jimmy sighed. “I was very happy working here,” he answered meekly.

“Well, like you said… things got messy, didn’t they?” Matt scolded him.

Again, Jimmy nodded. He’d deserved that. “Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” he asked, knowing that there would never be another opportunity.

Matt sighed. “I always knew we weren’t exclusive,” he conceded. “But it’s hard to shake the feeling that you and Stuart were both lying and playing games behind my back.”

Jimmy couldn’t deny it. That had been almost exactly what had been happening.

“But, if you’re not working here anymore, that will undoubtedly make things easier,” Matt stated.

“Easier?” Jimmy asked.

Again, Matt sighed. “I’ve discovered that I’m something of a stress-eater,” he explained, flapping his tie over his shoulder and rubbing the great expanse of his rotund gut. The buttons looked tortured and the fat in his chest had never looked so expansive. “I’ve gained thirty-five pounds in just under two and a half months.”

“I see,” Jimmy replied solemnly, trying to conceal his great preference towards the extra bulk. “And how do you feel about that?”

Matt shrugged. “It is what it is,” he answered. “I eat too much and this is the consequence. I didn’t mind it when I had you to enjoy it all,” he smirked, grabbing a wedge of his plush belly fat and jiggling.

“You know, I’d never fuck up again like that,” Jimmy stated with absolute determination to have one final chance with Matt. Perhaps, now he wasn’t going to be working here every day, things could be different. “You say the word and it’s you and me. Exclusive. Forever.”

Matt’s face dropped and he raised an eyebrow, sitting up in a much more professional manner. “This isn’t the place to discuss that,” he scolded Jimmy. Then, with a small grin on his fat-bloated face, he added. “But I’d be quite happy to talk about it over dinner tonight instead.”

Jimmy only saw his old work colleagues at the annual Christmas parties these days. Despite the company’s success under Matt’s leadership, the man never chose to linger for more than an hour or so, knowing that the party would only truly get started once he was out of their way. He looked so handsome with his wide, bulbous rear and thick love handles surpassing the width of even his gigantic back, filled with fat from his shoulder blades and even extending into his enormous, puffy arms. He’d made a beeline for the buffet table, balancing the comically small plate up against the large shelf of his stomach as he stood chatting with some of the newer, more senior hires.

Despite the nostalgic vibes Jimmy felt at seeing all his old friends, he knew that things were never going to be the same. He’d married the boss and become an outsider since he’d left the company. An hour was pretty much all he could stand of the awkward chit chat, and he was quite happy to have his husband’s large, sweaty palm take his and lead him away from the party. 

“There we are,” Matt sighed in relief once they were back in the car. “I’ve shown my face. Now, let’s get some pizza and head home.”

“Pizza!” Jimmy laughed. “I’ve just watched you systematically destroying that buffet for the last hour.”

“So?” Matt chuckled back. “The company paid for that buffet. Plus, I always get pizza on a Friday night. It’s part of the reason why you love me so much,” he joked, tapping his enormous gut that burst its way forwards towards the steering wheel.

“One of many reasons,” Jimmy nodded, kissing his five hundred pound lover on the cheek. Having joined Matt’s family, it no longer surprised him how large the man had grown: the cousins, the aunts, the uncles, they were all the same: greedy and rapid expanders as soon as their metabolisms crashed in their early twenties.Although Stuart had always enjoyed feeling responsible for making Matt grow in those early days, Jimmy started to understand that perhaps the man was merely enabling a process that was already naturally underway.

“Are you sure you’re okay with leaving this early?” Matt checked one final time.

“Of course not,” Jimmy smiled, placing his hand on the only part of Matt’s thigh that wasn’t engulfed by resting stomach fat. Even after all these years, there was nowhere he’d rather be than at this man’s side. His perfect match.

“Let’s go home.”

[malegainerstories]

Story Index

The bakery

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

The Roomate

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

The Star Player

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[charliegyrth]

Let It Grow - 1 of 6

My roommate has the perfect body. Then his beautiful red hair starts to thin. He'll do anything to fix his new bald spot, even if that means gaining a little weight.

***

Carter was off for his morning run.

Every day, he woke up at the crack of dawn and ran for two hours. He worked hard for his perfect body, but I think he enjoyed the challenge. He’d always say things like, “Dude! I’m so sore!” or “My legs are killing me!” as if that was a good thing.

I’d never understand fit people.

As usual, I slept in. Rolled my fat ass out of bed at about 9:30, right when he charged through the front door.

He was shirtless, his red chest hair stuck against his skin, sweat pouring down his face. He was the kind of man who was so beautiful that it looked like he moved in slow motion.

He grabbed his water bottle, took a deep gulp, and then poured the rest onto his head. The water rushed down his face and onto his torso, forming rivers between his abs.

Then he bent forward, shook the water off his body, and whipped his head back up, splattering speckles of water and sweat into the air.

It was so fucking sexy. Very male model. Very hot.

And he’d done the exact same thing many times before. After every run, he’d come back and splash himself with water. He always made a mess. The only reason he didn’t do this outside was because he liked the attention. It was like he was putting on a show for me.

This time was different, though. This time, I noticed something wrong with Carter’s perfect body.

“Hey, man,” I said. “Can you come over here for a second?”

I was still standing on the other side of the room, so he confidently strode toward me. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know how to say this,” I said, “but can you… um… bend over?”

“What?” he screamed and laughed at the same time.

I instantly realized that I’d picked the worst possible phrasing. I tried again. “I mean, can you bend forward so I can see the top of your head?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” He looked at me suspiciously, as if he suspected this was some sort of trick. Then he lowered his head.

I stared for the longest time. I had to make sure what I was seeing was real. Maybe it was just a trick of the light. I didn’t want to alarm him in case I was mistaken.

I stared hard, finally getting my answer, and I said, “Car, I’m so sorry to say this, but Code Orange.”

He raised his head so fast he almost knocked into my chin. Then he stepped backward, horrified. “You’re not joking?”

I shook my head sadly.

For several seconds, his face was blank. I couldn’t tell if he was going to scream or cry. He chose the screaming option. “Oh my God! Oh my God!”

***

This would probably be a good time for me to explain the color system. Carter had thought of it, and I just went along because I thought it was cute how excited he got. It was a secret code we had for each other.

It started when I’d accidentally walked in on Carter and some twink grinding on the couch. It was an extremely awkward moment, and it led to an extremely awkward conversation afterward. He sent his little booty call home, and then we decided to always warn each other if another guy was in the house. We called that Code Pink, in honor of the underwear that his date had accidentally left behind.

After that, we had a little problem with me taking his food from the kitchen. (Just can’t help myself.) If either of us spotted missing food, we’d call out “Code Green,” named after the mint ice cream I always took.

Then there was Code Beige. (Clean up! My family is coming over!)

Code Yellow. (Someone needs to clean the bathroom.)

Code Grey. (I want to watch one of our shows. This one was named after Grey’s Anatomy, Carter’s favorite.)

Eventually, we came up with a code for every color except Orange. Nothing came to mind, but our system wouldn’t feel complete unless we had something for orange.

We both thought for a bit. Carter scratched his head, and then he said, “Code Orange means that you’re going bald.”

“What?” How was that a useful code?

“Listen.” Carter was suddenly serious. “I have the baldness gene in my family. Only on my mother’s side, thankfully. My dad’s family is all as hairy as me. And I love my hair, man. It’s like the first thing people notice about me. The rest of my body can get out-of-shape or whatever, and people won’t care. But if I lose any of this…” He tugged at his thick ginger hair. “Then I don’t know what I’d do.”

It was really endearing that he was so worked up about this. I mean, people go bald all the time. He’d just shave his head, keep the red beard, and age into the kind of bald muscle daddy that most guys love.

“Okay?” I said. “But why do we need a code for this? Won’t you see when you start going bald?”

“When?” he shouted.

“If,” I corrected. “If you start going bald.”

He crossed his arms. “Stop saying the B word! And you’re wrong. Sometimes people don’t notice when they start looking different. My uncle Paul, my mom’s brother, he used to have hair just like mine. Maybe not as red, but almost. He started going bald when I was still a kid. I noticed the patch on the back of his head. Everyone did, except poor Paul. He had no idea. The bald spot just got bigger and bigger. He parted his hair to the side, and I’ll always remember the wispy strands that stretched across it. They looked like they were ready to fall out of his head. It was horrible, Lance. It looked so ugly and he had no idea! I never want that to happen to me. So as soon as you see even the possibility of a bald spot, you shout out ‘Code Orange’ from the top of your lungs, okay?”

“Jesus. Fine.”

That was how we invented our Code Orange, and I felt absolutely terrible that I now had to use it.

***

That afternoon, Carter took me to Chinatown. He and his friends went to restaurants there sometimes. Even though I’m half-Chinese and have lived in this city for six years, I’d never been there before.

I didn’t tell Carter that, though. It was too embarrassing.

He held my hand and practically dragged me through the shops. He was really determined to get somewhere, though I had no idea where he was going. I knew it had something to do with his hair loss. Some kind of natural remedy or something. I doubted that they had anything in the shops here that you couldn’t get at Walmart in different packaging, but I didn't stop him.

Honestly, I liked spending time with him, even if he was moving so fast that I couldn't breathe, that my belly was flopping out of my sweat-drenched shirt.

Carter was still wearing his exercise shorts, though he’d put on a tank top. And to cover up his baldness, he wore one of my baseball caps. He loved showing off his hair so much that he didn’t even own a cap.

After a whole block, the mad dash finally got too much for me. “Slow down!” I huffed.

“Oh, sorry.” He grabbed my shoulders and guided me to a flat dragon statue so I could sit down for a bit. I didn’t want to. If I sat now, I wouldn’t have the energy to stand back up and keep going.

When I didn’t sit, he shrugged and sat on the statue himself.

“Sorry I’m so out-of-shape,” I said flatly.

“Don’t say that. I’m sorry. I should’ve remembered that guys your size…” He froze, instantly regretting the words.

“It’s okay. Finish your sentence.”

He clamped his mouth shut. In all the time we’d known each other, he’d never mentioned my weight. He treated me just like all his hot, thin friends (aside from being physically unattracted to me, of course). Many times, he’d invite me to his weekend excursions even though he knew that my body was too big for rock-wall climbing or all-day hikes.

Of course, I could’ve brought it up, too. I could’ve just casually mentioned the things in my life that had become more difficult as I got bigger.

I wasn’t ashamed of my obese body, but with Carter’s pointed silence around the topic, I always felt self-conscious.

And now he was finally going to say something. It felt like a long time coming.

When I refused to look away, he finished his sentence. “I should’ve remembered that guys your size can’t run as long or as fast as normal people.”

“Normal people?” I couldn’t believe what I’d heard.

He raised up his hands. “No! I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant… guys that are healthy.”

“Stop talking. You’re making it worse,” I said, half-joking. I knew he wasn't trying to be mean, and his flustered expression was a little cute.

He lowered his hands, squeezing them into the sides of the dragon, and said, “Don’t listen to me, okay? I’m just upset. I’m used to, you know…”

“What?” I challenged.

“Being hot,” he mumbled.

He was still hot. The hottest guy I knew, really. And that stupid little bald spot was barely the size of a quarter. It had probably been there for a while before I even noticed.

But somehow, that little bald spot had led us to this very moment, where we finally addressed the elephant in the room.

I was about to let him off the hook when he glanced down at my belly and added, “All I’m saying is that… I know what it’s like now.”

Okay, that made me mad.

“Jesus, Car!” I shouted. “What it’s like to be what? A freak? I have an overweight body. You have a bald spot that literally no one is gonna notice. So what?”

“I guess you’re right.” He was about to stand up, but I wasn’t done talking.

“And do you really think your bald spot will affect you a tenth as much as obesity would? A bald spot isn't gonna stop you from living your life, Car. Look at me!" I slapped my belly, which (thanks to all the sweat) make a wet thwack sound. "I can’t do half the stuff you do.”

He squeezed the dragon tighter. He seemed like he was grappling with some big emotional moment. “I’m sorry. I wish I understood where you’re coming from. But…”

I turned away and headed back toward the car.

“Wait!” Carter jumped off the dragon and raced toward me. “Come on,” he said, more tenderly. "We're almost there."

“Fine.” I still didn't know where he was taking me, and I was still annoyed, but it's so damn hard to be angry at Carter.

***

Read Part 2 here.

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[the-2nd-one]

Feeder who’s actually such a loser. Or, well, they’re an admirer – they’d need a feedee to be a feeder, right? They have no real hobbies. They just get off to fat porn and special posts in their spare time and clock in during working hours.

They have no real friends. They go onto message boards and into DMs and ask boxes, hoping for something, but they have no social skills and all they can think of is “get bigger”, “must feed them”, “call them fatty”, how pathetic.

They’re just so hopeless. A hopeless loser who will get off to anything and everything so long as it has some adipose.

What a waste of a human life. They could go out and do charity work, work towards a promotion, find a partner, make actual friends, but they have no interest in that. Because they’re a loser – no hobbies, no social skills, just a one-track mind, an addiction, to the gorgeous fat people they see online.

I’d tell you all to tell them how fucking pathetic they are for this, but they’d probably enjoy it.

[vicariouseater]

Until the mostly put together feedee, well gainer comes in to their life. Either they move in next door or they start working at the same job, they notice how socially awkward the feeder is when they are caught staring.

Eventually the Feedee makes the move because it’s obvious that they weren’t ever going to, despite the feedee looking more like putty the feeder is putty in their hands.

Slowly the Feedee teaches them social skills by having them go to buffets and restaurants to be around people. Each trip the Feedee uses the food as a motivational tool they less often they have to interject or teach them something the more food they’ll eat, skills develop and anxiety’s lessen as a waistline expands.

The Feedee helps them find a love for baking and cooking to the point where they’re finding new recipes to make and creations for the Feedee to try.

In the end the feeder still have a one track mind but with it being focused in to a new direction of growth for them and the Feedees expanding body

[tummyappreciated]

Unfortunately, I'm that loser...

[chunkylilffa]

as a collective whole, we do not talk about sub feeder x dom feedee enough