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Hunter handed me my suitcase as the uber to Laguardia pulled up. “There we go, I knew you’d cheer up. Don’t worry about me, I’m going to eat my brains out. Ok babe?”

I kissed him, then kissed his gut, which - let’s be frank - I care about just as much. He chuckled, which now make him jiggle a bit. That was new.

Hunter was right, I was in a better mood. But that was because I had a plan to make those last days before rugby season *count*.

As my car pulled off for the airport, another uber uptown - specifically an uberXL - was picking up Dan, Derek’s amble girth, and trays full of food en route to Hunter’s.

When Hunter’s doorbell rang, he opened it up to find his old teammate Frederickson. Or rather - as Hunter later described - a guy that ‘looked like Frederickson ate Frederickson’. Linda was standing somewhere behind him (not that she was very visible).

Frederickson was just as surprised by Hunter’s new size. “Congrats on the new girth” he said, poking Hunter’s pooch. “I heard you could use some help bulking up even more.”

Frederickson, Linda, Dan and Derek set up camp in Hunter’s apartment for the week. I’d get occasional updates by FaceTime, but I didn’t need them. I knew my plan was working.

The plan was so simple. I didn’t leave any instructions for anybody, because I knew it would all be driven by Hunter’s competitive streak. Derek had to be comfortably over 350 by now, and Frederickson was definitely more. Lord knows that both of them were going to *eat*.

And I also know Hunter is not the type to be outdone by anybody, in any way. So that week he ate, and ate, and ate, constantly keeping an eye on the competition.

When I got home late Friday night, the three boys were all fast asleep on the couches- even skinny Dan was clearly in food coma, with a visible bump. Linda was wiping down the kitchen counter, humming to herself.

“Welcome home,” she whispered. “I think you’ll be very pleased.”

I couldn’t wait. Just seeing Hunter bloated there on the couch - visibly fatter than even the week prior - I had to know what the damage was.

I gently woke him up, whispering excitedly like a kid on Christmas morning. We snuck into the bathroom and I started recording on his phone.

He was so sleepy - how is he just so damn cute when he’s in food coma? - but was happy to oblige my instructions. “Okay,” I whispered into the video- here we are, the night before rugby season starts. Now Hunter I know you’re not empty, but I just want to see what you weigh right now.”

He stepped on the scale. “What do I weigh babe? Tell me!” He could barely see his toes, let alone the number on the scale.

And there it was. 326.1. His real weight will fluctuate- he had just eaten a giant meal, after all. But, in that moment, he was exactly 100lb above his weight on the night we met.

“Babe, I am so proud of you” I said. He picked me up, walked out of the bathroom and threw me down on his bed. I flipped onto my back just in time for him to belly flop on me, grabbing my wrists and pinning me down.

He kissed me all over my neck in that same distracting way he had on our first morning together. And just as distracting, he somehow managed to lube me up while he did. He lowered himself onto my boner, massive ass greedily enveloping all of me. It was our first time having sex with his crushing weight on top of me.

Just before he started to give me the best cowboy ride of my life, he leaned in. “I’m so glad you came into my life” he said as he gave me a long, deep kiss.

********** ********** EPILOGUE I hope you liked! It’s so weird writing up something this personal, and thanks to Dan for your help transcribing and editing. But if you all are into it, let me know and I’ll see if I can do a little writeup on how Hunter’s rugby season went. 326 obviously didn’t last long. But as I said- I’ve gotta plan out the wedding first!

There’s actually a moral to this story. And that’s to *go get yourself out there*. Sure, there’s always weirdos at GrommOffs, but that’s also how I met the love of my life (let alone two of my closest friends). Meeting guys online is fine, but please - take my word for it - meet in person sooner rather than later. Specifically, meet him as soon as you’re sure he’s not psycho (at least not in a bad way ;)

Because if you stay online too long, your dick is going to kick in and you’re going to start talking about your super specific fantasies. That’s cool that you have fantasies, but the problem is that you’ll then splinter into different sub-kinks and then it’ll look like you two are incompatible. And that’s silly because really, most of us actually have no idea what we like.

Sex- especially our little corner of the kink world, it’s a buffet. Sample. Dive in. Savor. Repeat. And remember, you can’t indulge if you don’t show up in person!

More importantly, you also can’t indulge if you don’t have balls. Take leaps of faith, please. Push your limits. Do things that scare you. Because it’s easy to sit at home wanking to your fantasies, and that feels comfortable and secure. But trust me - I implore you - that sense of security is FALSE. If you dwell in it then you are just delaying your growth as a gainer, as a kinkster and as a man.

Ask yourself: in the last year or two, have I acted on any of my fantasies? Have I pushed my limits? Am I any closer to finding the fulfilling kink relationship that I want? Did I at least put myself out there? If the answer is no, then ask yourself: how many more years will I make myself wait before I get out there and try this?

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“You have to be fucking kidding me” I said, staring at the work email. I was getting sent back to Chicago - for a week this time - and it was the last week before Hunter’s rugby season started.

Hunter had been pushing to make this month his biggest gain, so he could impress the team and “start the season off right.” He had done another round of capacity building days, as grueling as they were, and was now consistently exceeding 12,000 calories a day.

This time around, I was more involved. For the last 10 days before the season started, we had planned an epic sprint - nearly constant feeding - to make sure we rolled the roundest, most plump version of Hunter past the 6-month finish line.

“Come to Chicago with me!” I suggested, not really thinking through the details.

“I’ve got two-a-day practices that whole week, you know I can’t.”

“But I promised I’d be there for you to hit those 20,000 calories a day in a row.”

“It’s your job, you’ve gotta go. And this is my job, so I’ll just have to figure it out. It’s fine, babe.”

He was right, but I didn’t want to accept it. I had to think of something.

Later that night I went to another GromOff with Dan (my RockBar buddy), who had been following Hunter’s progress from the day we had met. To be honest, I actually owed a fair amount of Hunter’s success to Dan, as I’ve never pushed a gainer this big before. But Dan, who had taken his charity case of a husband (seriously, he had a BMI of 18 on their wedding day), somehow crashed his metabolism, and then gotten him into the upper reaches of obesity in under 3 years- he was the real expert. He had been my lifeline on all matters menu planning, capacity building, motivation, pacing.. even the awkward questions about fat sex.

Dan and I, now both happily coupled, were pretty much ignoring the other patrons. I was griping about my predicament with the upcoming work trip and how it would mean that I’d miss the most important time to support Hunter.

“Well…” Dan said, “why not have Derek and me over?”

“Really, would you be willing?”

“Sure, I’d be happy to. Plus, well.. Hunter’s pretty fucking hot. I love Derek, but he’s just a butter ball. Never worked out a day in his life. That’s what I love, but I wouldn’t mind at least once having the chance to feed a jock like Hunter.”

I thought about it. “Strictly for building up my professional experience, of course,” he chuckled.

I kept thinking about it that evening at home. Then I had an idea, but I needed to get into Hunter’s phone. He always kept it by his side, so I loaded a dozen donuts in him and he passed out like clockwork.

Lifting up the iPhone from Hunter’s snoozing bulk, I went through his contacts and dialed.

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Month 5 was a blur, as Hunter really came into his own. Not only as a beefy power lifter, but also in learning to take dick like a champ. It had to be his way of processing the changes we were making to his body.

The intensity of his gaining regimen and our maturing romance combined to make for a *lot* of sex. An embarrasing amount of sex. Like, some days not getting out of bed at all amount of sex. (Except for me feeding him, of course).

As he grew, spooning made less and less sense. His gut was pushing out more and more each day. I joked that it was going to push me straight out of the bed.

I tried being big spoon once, but he was just so much taller. Plus he insisted on still being big spoon, even if his gut was pushing me further and further away each night.

The little “fat phase” that he went through in month 4 was definitely over. Of course he steadily packed on more gut during month 5, but the new muscle growth came roaring back, too.

Watching through his iPhone while I was filming, Hunter looked positively huge when it came time for his weigh-in at the end of month 5. His gut looked FULL and rounded. His arms, butt and calves were popping - definitely a lot more muscle - but his gut was perilously close to starting to droop. “I think we’ve got a record gain this month!” I said.

“We sure do, babe” he said as he squeezed *my* side.

“Huh?” The video shook and he grabbed the phone out of my hand and pointed it at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but get on the scale, Hunter.”

He picked me up - effortlessly - and plopped me down on his new, 500lb-capacity scale. When I go back and watch the video, the horror in my face is still so fresh. Hunter asked “so, what did you weigh the night we met?”

“I don’t ever really weigh myself, but I’m usually about 190?”

“Yeah? Hunter said. You think you’re still there?”

I looked down. I had definitely been indulging in some of Hunter’s meals recently. And my front felt a bit bigger, but nothing that couldn’t go away after eating smart for a few days. Probably just bloat.

The phone lingered on my little love handles (I’ve always had them- I’m not going to try and get rid of them, it just won’t happen) and then zoomed onto the scale readout. 208.

“Looks like I’m not the only growing boy,” Hunter teased.

I paused. I was shocked, but I wasn’t going to let Hunter take advantage.

“Guess not!” I said. “Fuck it, I could care less.” So I packed on 20 some pounds feeding the man of my dreams. It’s an occupational hazzard that all of us feeders face. “Oh well, your turn- up on the scale for you!”

299. Up 17 in a month- a record indeed. Also, the first time that he couldn’t see over his gut to read the number, adding an extra level of suspense.

“We did it, babe! You’re up the 70 pounds that you needed to stay on the team. And then a few more..”

Hunter studied his new size in the mirror. He was smirking. “This is really going to make me more competitive. Thanks, babe. I feel so strong.”

“Well, no sense in stopping now. Especially when you’re only one pound away from 300.” Surely there’s some rule in feeder law saying that I’m morally obligated to pack twinkies into him until the dial rolls over to 300.

“Totally!” he said. “One more month until the season starts.. every ounce I gain in these 4 weeks is just icing on the cake.” He slapped his gut. “Literally!”

Just before he shut off the video, he panned back to my love handles as I was walking out of the bathroom. “And maybe a few more pounds on here, too!” he said.

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On the bed, climbing my way on top of Hunter’s ass, I chuckled because I actually felt like a mountaineer tackling a new peak. It was actually that big, and it stuck straight up when he was face down.

But I was in heaven. Not only was this the biggest ass I’ve ever had, but it was also the perkiest. Hunter was built like a fucking ox. And better yet, it was an ass that I helped build. I was finally admiring my handiwork.

Mounting Hunter, my mind just went blank. I was on auto-pilot, losing myself in the moment, grabbing, caressing, until- road block.

It’s not that Hunter was tight, his hole was completely *closed*. “Uhh, babe? Is this.. your first time?”

“Yeah man, just go for it.” What an idiot. Such a boyscout, great attitude, but clueless.

I pushed my greased head against his hole. “I actually want you to fight back, baby. Close up and shut me out.”

“What? Why” he mumbled.

“Just fucking do it.”

I felt the pinch and he clenched his hole tight. “Good boy.” I pushed harder, and he pushed back. “Goooooood boy”, I cooed. “Hold it. Hold it..”

He could only hold out much longer- no guy can really hold his ring shut more than half a minute or so.

And like that, his sphincter began to relax as he couldn’t hold it shut any longer. It opened up, swallowing my boner along with it.

Hunter gasped, “how’d you do that?”

“Surprised you didn’t know that trick, Mr. Big Butch Pleaser Top” I chided him.

“Fucker.” He said as I slapped the back of my right hand against his left cheek. “Dude your ass is insane. So big, so soft, but no bounce. It’s still all muscle down here.”

“For now” he said.

“Damn right, baby. You’re gunna grow this ass for me. A fat dick like mine- it deserves a nice big ass doesn’t it?”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnffff” he moaned. Was he cumming? He was cumming. This was actually the first time I had ever seen him cum. Looks like the pleaser top got fat and turned out to be a hungry bottom!

That thought did me in and I immediately started pumping my load. I collapsed on top of him, still inside, and he turned around to kiss me deeply.

“Dude. I could feel your dick twitching when you came” he said.

“You’re welcome.”

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“End of month 4, babe!” the video started, “Time to check in, if the scale can even still handle your fat ass.”

“Don’t joke about that” Hunter said, walking up to the camera in his favorite t shirt, still in denial that 2 inches of belly were drooping out of the bottom. “That thing only goes up to 300, I gotta order a new one soon.”

“Scale. Now.” I commanded.

282. 14lb in a month, and up 56lb from day one. I was surprised. Don’t get me wrong, that pace is excellent even for the most natural gainers (or at least when it’s not your full-time job like Hunter). But he looked WAY bigger than just an extra 14lb.

Something had changed in the last month. It was as if overnight he went from beefy jock to pure musclechub. When the scale read off the body fat composition, that’s when we knew. He was only up 1lb of muscle in that last month.

“I told you, babe.” I consoled him, “You were packing on muscle so fast, it’s just not sustainable. Looks like your body took a month off. I’m sure it’ll pick up again next month, ok?”

He was still standing on the scale. Looking down, feeling his new overhang with both hands. He didn’t look disappointed. Just taking it all in.

And there was so much to take in. Everywhere had softened on him that month. His pecs, still solid and strong, were more rounded compared to the dinner plates he had just weeks ago. And they now sat on a new crease that crossed the top of his belly. That belly now bowed out in front of him, slowly chipping away at his view of his toes.

He had the perfect overhang - very athletic - no droop to it at all (yet). On the sides, it gave way to love handles defined by new, sharp creases half way up his back. The handles were slowly inflating, creeping around the back to the point where, probably in a month or two, they would meet at his spine.

But below.. Hunter’s ass was like a revelation. Its perkiness had only increased over the last 50 lbs. It seemed like half his new weight had gone there. His snug sweatpants jutted out, up and to the sides.

I once heard someone jokingly compare a huge ass to “two pigs under a blanket, fighting over a milk dud.” But seriously, seeing Hunter walk around these last few days in those sweatpants.. the description really wasn’t far off. His already beefy ass was becoming an entity in and of itself.

“Babe!”

I must have zoned out drooling at his beast of an ass. “You were staring. Wow, I guess for the first time in my life I kinda feel objectified” he said.

“Fuck it I don’t care” I said to myself as I took the two biggest handfulls of booty that I possibly could. It felt divine. I melted into Hunter’s back and instinctually let out a slow “Unnnnnnnfffffff.”

“Heh wow, you really do just love big asses, don’t ya babe?” Hunter chuckled. “I guess you were telling the truth that time back in the pub.”

“So you DID hear that whole thing! You fucker!” I said, a little embarassed, but also with a shit-eating grin on my face.

Hunter didn’t react. Instead, without turning, he reached around and deftly slipped his hand down the front of my pants. I choked as he grabbed my boner and, reaching his other hand around, opened the back of his sweats and slipped my dick inside. His perfect ass felt so good with me just wedged between his cheeks. I could stay there forever.

I was pushing into him, grinding instinctively, cupping his chest. He leaned his head back, taking in the experience of being felt this way for the first time.

“Babe, I’m a fat guy now” he realized.

“More.” Was all I could mutter. “I want sooo much more” I squeezed.

Hunter flexed his butt, which tugged at my boner. “Dude. Are you, already.. leaking?” he said.

“I. Like. Big. Butts” I panted, still blissed out.

He reached around and grabbed me again, pondering my boner and thumbing at its head. “I’m a different guy now. I turned into a fat guy.”

Another pause and then he spun around, ripping my boner out of his sweats. He held my face up, surprising me with his intensity.

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On the last day of week 11, Hunter invited me to hang out with the rest of the team. I was flattered, and admittedly a bit nervous.

Most of the team was back in town after a long break. They were meeting at the Village Tavern, their usual, to hang out before offseason training began in earnest.

Hunter was up to 266 - at this point he was basically just a machine packing on a steady 3lb a week - and it could show even under his shirts.

I was expecting the guys to treat me like one of the girlfriends, but this felt different. As sexist as it is, they didn’t really see me as one of the partners- because I was a guy, it was as if I was just part of the team. Especially as we started playing Buck Hunter. I’ve never been hunting, but I’ve hung out in enough bars that I’m an ace at that game. Between that and the help I was giving to beef up their new star Forward, I was definitely a team member in good standing now.

Speaking of, Hunter’s new gut may as well have had its own receiving line. As each new player filtered into the bar, they practically greeted his gut before they said hello to Hunter.

“Oh, I can see you’ve learned to eat like a proper Rugby player” one of the Irish players said. “You’ll make a fine Forward come start of the season.”

Many beers later, I was wedged in a large corner booth with 7 of the guys, Hunter at my side. At 6”1’ I’m not small, but these guys had me feeling tiny. “How’re you doing it, Hunter?” one of them asked, poking Hunter’s beer belly, now literally full of beer.

“This guy”, Hunter said proudly, nodding at me and gripping my upper thigh. The guys didn’t get it. They knew we were a couple, but they didn’t get it.

“Like what Fredrickson did last year with his girl”, Hunted clarified. The player next to me looked at me and nearly spit out his beer. “You’re one of THOSE?! You’re a feeder?” I blushed. “Oh shit, Hunter, you’re gunna be MASSIVE.”

“That’s the plan”, Hunter smiled, resting his hands on the tiniest start his gut shelf.

I had never been so “out” about being a feeder in a group, let alone new acquaintences. While my unique skill served a practical purpose here, the conversation quickly moved on- maybe Hunter was right and being a feeder wasn’t really as freaky as I had made it out to be.

The conversation moved on and the evening died down. The guys had ordered a plentiful round of burgers for the table - most of which found their way into Hunter, of course - and now he was sleeping them off. I had hit it off with one of the straight guys who turned out to also be from Pennsylvania.

“You feeders, man..” he said, shaking his head. “It was great when Fredrickson found Linda, she definitely got him up to the right size pretty quick. Not as fast as you, apparently - you’re clearly very skilled - but Fredrickson just blew up like a balloon. The thing is, once the season started, he *still* kept growing.”

“Where is he?” I asked.

“Retired! She never stopped feeding him. He played a great season - one of our best forwards - but even from one game to the next, you could tell he was bigger every time.”

“Are they still together?”

“Yeah, I see him once a month or so. He’s growing even faster now that he’s not training with us any more. And the thing that gets me- he’s happy as fuck. Like a pig in mud, pardon the pun.”

“Jealous?” I challenged.

“NO.” He said way too quickly. I laughed.

“Listen..” he leaned in, “what’s the attraction? That’s what I don’t get.”

“I like big butts and I cannot lie” I said, empowered by a few too many Guinesses. “But seriously. I’m a gay dude, I like a nice ass, as you probably do on a girl,” he was nodding “..and I just happen to like ‘em big.”

**Side note: Is the above statement entirely accurate? Meh. Only kind of. But I’ve found this is the best way to explain feeding to a straight guy. They get it. And really, what’s the point of getting into any more detail?

“Ok, fair enough” he said. “Just make sure it’s not all lard. We need him in playing shape next season.”

“Hey, squats make your butt bigger too” I countered. He slapped me on the back as he made his way for the door.

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At the end of week 9, Hunter had broken into the 260’s. His abs were now permanently gone and, when he was on his side in bed, his gut protruded into a small but legitimate pot shape. I began to notice its warmth when he spooned me, I felt it slapping against me when we had sex, and I even caught it once jiggling a tiny bit under his t shirt when we were out on a date.

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The video started with just me, speaking to the camera- “Time for his week 8 weight in. I’m a hardcore feeder and even I can tell you, the rate at which Hunter is packing it in, it’s almost kinda gross. This guy is a monster.”

“Babe! Time for your weigh in!” I shouted to the other room.

He strolled in wearing nothing but sweatpants- his official uniform now, and the only clothing that fit. I noticed for the first time that his gut was now the first part of him to enter the room as he came around the corner.

He looked *big*. His little roll in front was no longer little, it finally reached all the way around his sides in a little love handle, and his abs had almost completely disappeared. Still no overhang- he was pooching only a bit but everything was still very taut and fit.

But most striking about his growth were his pecs and biceps. Yes, they looked a little puffy, but most of all they were clearly much, much stronger than before.

He grabbed his little love handle and jiggled it for the camera. It was so awkward. “You have no idea how to show off fat for a feeder, do you?” I said.

“Whatever, you’re the one who’s into this freaky shit” he said. I panned the camera down at the sweatpants, which were perfectly detailing his budding half-boner. “Oh really, then what’s that?” I said.

“That’s just me” he said, “seeing you and how much you’re into this, ya little freak.” He snatched the camera and pointed it at my shorts. There was a tiny drip of precum staining through. How emabrassing.

My phone buzzed. A notification seamless: “Congrats! You’re now in the top 1% of diners. To say thank you for your business, we’re giving you 25% off all food orders for the next month! Eat up :-)”. Hunter and I stared at each other, then both at his gut.

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Hunter was definitely right; there was a tiny but unmistakable new roll. And it didn’t stay tiny for long- over the next two weeks it grew in respectability as he inflated to 251. 5 fresh pounds a week. My meticulous food tracking was starting to pay off; I had found the near-perfect set of foods that stuck to Hunter like glue.

Plus I could tell in that time that Hunter had really upped his game. The first month had great progress, but it was all in the first 10 days. That had spooked him- he didn’t have time for plateaus. So he redoubled his efforts and focused several days specifically on capacity building.

I sat at his kitchen counter as Hunter explained his solution to me. He’d wake up, eat a pot cookie, order 4 XL pizzas, and wait for the munchies to set in. He told me he’d turn the TV to a game and eat until it hurt, even through the haze of the pot. Then every 15 minutes he’d pack in another slice, just to maintain the fullness. By the end of the afternon, he’d polish off all 4 pizzas.

“Babe, I’m proud of you for taking the initiative” I said, “but you’re going to burn yourself out. This won’t be fun any more.”

“When are you going to remember that I’m not doing this for fun?” he snapped. “This. Is. My. Career.”

I paused. “You’re right. You’re right! I’m sorry.”

He spun his laptop around on the counter. “Look at the spreadsheet. Ever since those 3 capacity-building days, my daily calories have gone from about 8,500 to just over 10,000. That’s an extra 3lb a month.”

He was right. “..and that’s exactly what you need to stay on the team. Smart man” I said.

He was back at the fridge, digging around for another beer. He was in hockey shorts (yet another of his side sports) and nothing else. When he bent all the way down to grab the last beer, I saw it for the first time. He definitely had a baby gut.

It was only visible when he bent down, but it was there. And it was a beautiful preview of how his love handles and overhang were going to grow in. I was at his side at once.

“Babe. WOAH” he said as I pawwed his sides, inspecting what I had failed to notice before. (Or, at the rate that he was blowing up, maybe it really hadn’t been there just a minute ago!)

He tried to stand up straight and my hand was at the back of his head immediately, keeping him hunched forward so I could further appreciate his new pooch. “Heh, you’re really actually into this shit, aren’t you?” he said.

I let him stand up to kiss me and his left hand instinctively went behind my back and gripped my butt. He did that all the time now, as if it wasn’t even sexual, just how he showed affection. Some couples hold hands, this was becoming our thing.

“Yes,” I said, “to answer your question I am very, very into this” I said, tracing my finger around the roll, from just below his belly button to where it disappeared half way around his side.

“And I”, his eyes got wide “am very very into THIS” he said as he jutted his right hand under my elbow, lifting me straight up - wow he was getting stronger - and plopped me down over the back of his couch.

I was upside down and disoriented, and before I knew it his cock was poking at my hole. I didn’t notice but he must’ve yanked my shorts down as he was flipping me over.

I didn’t even know that you could be fucked this way - him standing, my ankles around his neck, me practically hanging, just my shoulders on the couch. As he slid into me I knew right away that THIS was going to be my jam. Something about the position meant he was so much deeper than usual.

“Not for beginners, babe” he cooed as he kept sliding more of his inches in. “Great job.”

When he was balls deep he said “What a champ. Glad you can take it like this, you’re gunna need it.”

“Why’s. That.” I panted between thrusts.

“Because I’ll still be able to do this in a few months, even when I have a big gut. It can’t get in the way like this” he smirked.

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We were at an unexpected low point. Hunter’s week 4 weigh in wasn’t so hot (241, only up 2lb that week). That’s fine - great, actually - for one week, but he had gotten so excited about his first week results.

I looked for the good in it and reminded myself, hey, at least this hot civilian gainer is disappointed that he’s not making enough progress fast enough for me. There are far worse problems out there for a feeder to have..

But Hunter needed a peptalk, and I was in Chicago on business. FaceTime was going to have to cut it for now. I was standing in my hotel room at the Drake, looking north at a dark storm rolling in off the gold coast.

“Babe, I’ll be back in New York tomorrow” I said, hoping the storm would prove less apocalypic than it looked. “I know you’re disappointed with this week, but it really is an impressive start.”

“This week was too slow. If I don’t bulk faster, I lose my job” he said. I gulped. His whole rugby situation was hot, but the stakes were real.

“I know. We’ll get there, babe. I miss you” I said.

Pause. “So I’ve had the same delivery guy from Seamless like four times this week.”

I burst out laughing. “Sorry man, rookie mistake. I’ll make sure to order your meals from different locations.”

“It’s fine,” he said. Such a trooper. “And you’re no rookie. I am up 15 pounds in a month, couldn’t have done that without you.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I just wish it would start to show. Right now you just look like you’re packing on muscle.”

“Well I am. Looking at my body fat percentage, I’m up 6 pounds of muscle.”

“That’s impressive,” I said. “That’s really not supposed to be possible.”

“Guess I’m a gaining machine! And you’re wrong about that. I am starting to show.”

“What?!” I sounded a little too excited.

“Wanna see it?” he teased.

“Now.”

“Ok, but you show me something first.”

I pointed my phone out the window at the menacing clouds.

“Not that..”

I pointed the phone at my face and gave him a quizzical look.

“Come on babe, you’ve been gone for 4 days, my dick barely remembers that booty.”

I rolled my eyes at him but propped the phone up on the desk. I pointed what ‘booty’ I had at him and tried to show it off. It was awkward and I threw my arms up. “Dude, I’m a top! I don’t know how to show this off.”

He gave a mean laugh. “Aww, for now, babe. For now. I know that ass has been twitching when you think about me. It’s ok, you don’t need to admit it. I know. And that feeling’s only going to get stronger.”

My hand that was holding one cheek for him unwittingly moved closer to the center.

“That’s it, babe. I’m not there so you’re gunna have to do my part for me.”

“No. Show me where you’re starting to show” I demanded.

“I will just as soon as you’ve got three fingers all the way in, ok babe?”

“Can’t believe I’m doing this.” But his voice talking me through it was hot, and I noticed that the bites of pizza he was snacking on were coming in faster and faster. He knew how to push my buttons.

“All this meat lover’s pizza going straight to my gut, babe. He took a huge bite, oil dripping down his cheek.

“I’m the real meat lover” I said, owning the cornyness of my joke. It was relaxing me, and I needed that as I massaged the last finger in. My dick was pointing dead ahead, despite being constrained by what was left of my underwear.

Through the screen I could see him checking on the progress of my last finger. Once it was firmly stuffed in, he smirked and the image went blurry as he readjusted his angle.

And then there it was. Lying on his back, phone at his side, just below his abs was the start of a tiny roll. He pinched it and let go, showing a brief jiggle. “I’m going all out tonight, babe. Gunna smoke up and gorge big to up my capacity. This little roll is going to be noticeably bigger when you land at JFK tomorrow.”

I was mesmerized. Is this what straight dudes feel when they first see their baby on an EKG?

“And just think,” he said, “this is after a month- imagine two more”

My cum hit the phone just hard enough to knock it off balance.

“Dude seriously, it’s like you keep aiming FOR the camera!”

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“Sunday morning, time for your week 1 weigh in!” I said into the camera. Hunter walked out of the bathroom and into the frame, toilet in the background hitting the peak of its rumble.

He spun around for the camera. “How do you feel, Hunter?”

“Fucking FULL. All the time” he smiled. “Always stuffed, just like that tight little ass of yours, Nick”. I chuckled. He was right about that one. Jacking off on my own these days was getting less appealing; it felt like firing an empty gun. Everything made so much more sense when I had Hunter loaded up inside me, pumping out my next load.

And that was pretty often, considering that I never saw him cum, so he was always horny. It turns out bottoming isn’t so bad when we’re both 100% focused on me. It feels like a team effort to see how many times we can get me to nut in a day.

I help up his phone and through the camera, he didn’t look any bigger. His muscles were a little puffy, but that was probably because he had just lifted weights an hour ago.

He stepped onto the scale and I lingered as I always do on that monster of an ass. Ok, maybe that was just barely bigger. Or maybe I’m an optimist.

The scale stopped at 235.4. “Woah!” He said, “that’s awesome! At this rate, I’ll-”

“Easy, tiger. You’re just getting started. A lot of that is bloat. I’m glad you’re excited, but I don’t want you to be disappointed next week ‘cause you won’t jump as much.”

“Is that a challenge?” he said. “Remeber, this is my full time job, buddy.” He had a point.

I packed a pizza into Hunter, gave him a shot of vodka to hibernate his metabolism and sent him off for a nap.

He had been great about using the calorie counter app consistently. Each time I had food delivered to his house, he entered only the amount he was able to finish. Pulling up the week’s excel export from the app, I noticed that on some of these food assignments, he was getting dangerously close to finishing. On Thursday night, for instance, I ordered him a 4,000 calorie baked pasta dish and he got 80% of the way through it.

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I restarted the video when Hunter was flat out on his couch with two pillows stacked under his head. He had two burritos down and they were pooching out below his pecs like a snake’s belly after a big meal. I watched through the camera as I softly patted the mound.. “bye bye abs”. He let out a low, slow belch in his food-coma stupor.

I cut the video and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I lifted him under the armits, “sit up.” I popped the Bud Light and handed it to him. “First things first, I want to see nothing but dark, heavy beers in this fridge next time. Second, drink this one now. The bubbles will help settle your stomach and the alcohol will slow your metabolism down.”

He did as instructed. Such a team player. “I’m sorry I didn’t finish all 3 burritos.”

“No, no, don’t worry” I cooed. “You weren’t supposed to. If you finish all the food, then I’ve underestimated you. Besides, you’ll finish the third burrito shortly.”

He grabbed his stomach at the idea of eating more. I patted the respectable bulge in his gym shorts, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you to get just as turned on by you eating as I do.”

He popped one eye open to give me a questioning look.

I leaved over, “See, for gainer boys, there’s a connection between here..” I poked his food baby “..and here” as I rubbed his cock. “For you, I just need to teach you that link, but you’re a man so it shouldn’t be hard.”

I thought he was reaching for my junk but went straight under and, with total precision, planted a finger right in my hole. Slam dunk. “And what about this?” he grinned.

“Dude, I really am a top” I protested.

Both of his strong hands gripped my hipbone on either side and lowered me down onto his crotch. “Mmhhmmm,” he said “and how’s that going for you?” Jackass.

His member grinding at my already-relaxed backdoor sent waves of new feelings up my body. When they hit my head I closed my eyes and rolled my head back, realizing I was so turned on that I could nut a third time that morning, no problem. I enjoyed myself for a while up there, just riding him cowboy style, eyes closed, hands on his gut.

I looked down. He was filming. Mother. Fucker.

He laughed so hard at me. “What? It’s only fair, babe. You’re transforming me..” he aimed his phone at his bulging gut “..and I’m transforming you” he zoomed in on his boner poking at me.

“I fucking hate you.”

“Do you?” he laughed, grabbing my ranging hardon through my mesh shorts. I was so hard it hurt. “You *hate* me, oh no.. well, I think you might be a little conflicted, babe.”

I tried to swat away the iPhone but he wouldn’t stop filming. He shifted my shorts down to my thighs, exposing my hole. Then with the same hand, he deftly got a pump of lube from under the couch. “Keep one under there for watching porn on my big screen” he winked.

I could feel himself lubing up. Not again. I kept my hands on his stomach to keep myself turned on. He was still filming.

“This tight little hole’s already taken it twice today,” he cooed to the camera, “but looks like he’s begging for some more.” I could feel his head poking at my hole, embarrased by how loose I was already. I winced at the realization that if he didn’t like to cum, he’d always stay horny and would pretty much be fucking me nonstop.

“Now, Nick” he immitated my voice, mocking my video from before. “When you walked in that door, you were someone else. You were a big, scary top.”

His voice got more serious as he slid inside me. “And now..” he lowered the camera down right to my ass, showing inch after inch of him disappearing into my guts. He chuckled.

“Just drink your beer, fat bitch” I said, proud of myself for forming a complete sentence despite the circumstances. Hunter twitched his dick, and his mushroom head pulsed in me. He may as well have stabbed me in the stomach.

“Aww, did the bottom bitch just get disrepectful?” I doubled over. He grabbed my cock with the lubed hand and sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout me. Every hair on my body stood up. He was definitely in control and I could have busted my third load right there.

He could tell because he let go and commanded me back with just a soft push on my chest. I looked into the camera, bouncing on his thrusts and expecting the worst.

His sinister side began to creep out again. “Nick, I just committed to making some pretty big changes that you demanded” he said, aiming the phone at his distended gut. “Now you need to commit to something for me.”

He started lubing up my balls. I had never had them played with that way. The combination of that and his gentle thrusts made my taint tingle. “Nick, you’re going to be my full time bottom. Remember, I’m only here for your pleasure. I wanna pump those loads straight out of you, and it looks like your gun reloads quick.”

I moaned. The camera stayed steady. “No more topping other guys. No more getting head.” I doubled forward in pleasure but he deftly pushed me back up into the frame.

“As long as you’re growing, do whatever you want to my ass” I slurred, surprised by my own words.

“No no, it’s your loads that I want. You tops don’t have this instinctually, but I’m going to teach you a connection between here..” he zoomed on my throbing dick and squeezed the head “..and here” as he whipped the camera back around to my hole, with him sliding in and out, balls deep.

I grunted. “Now Nick, this is a commitment. You don’t have to do it. But if you nut right now, then you’re agreeing to being my strict bottom.”

He doubled his pace. “If you cum now, you’re taking the first step toward never fucking again. Flip for me, babe. Eventually you’ll learn to not even jack off unless your ass is stuffed full with my dick. Sign up for that now, baby, when you blow your load.”

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Hunter barged through the door, a brute menace of sweaty power. He craned his neck as he popped his earbuds out, “what’s that smell?”

“Oh, just a light snack to give you some protein after that workout” I said coyly as he looked inside the grocery-size bag to find 5lb of food. He gulped at the realization that I expected him to down it all. “Well. At least it smells delicious.”

He snatched up the first burrito and had the foil half off when I placed my hand on his wrist and set it back down. “Take your shirt off.”

Dogs give you the same look when you take their food away. But he obediently ripped his shirt off and threw it on the counter. Then he grabbed for the food again. Again, my hand, wrist, back down to the counter. “Hand me your phone.”

Hunter stared at me through the camera mode of his iPhone. I swiped over to video and hit record. “Why are you sweaty?”

“I just came back from the gym?”

“Don’t give me that attitude. Walk over to the bathroom.” We’re getting comfortable with bossing each other around. “On the scale.”

The shot lingered on his great ass, which was like a caged animal in his sweaty compression shorts. Then down his beefy calves and killer thighs. The scale read out 226.1, 8% body fat.

The shot moved up to his face. “Like what you see, buddy?” Hunter said with a cocky nod. “It’s ok” I fired back, “But I tend to go for beefier guys”.

The camera came to rest on his abs. I punched them lightly, to show how rock-hard they were. Zero jiggle. “Pretty cut, huh?” Hunter bragged. “This is the most cut they’ll ever be” I said.

That wiped the smile off of Hunter’s face. “Yeah, I uhh guess you’re right.”

I patted the abs lovingly. “Soon these are gunna be buried, and there’s gunna be a nice gut right there. That’s what you want, right Hunter?”

He gave the camera a pained smile. “Takin’ one for the team!” He stepped out of the frame but I followed that five-star ass as he walked back into the kitchen.

He picked up the burrito. “Can I eat this yet?”

“Smells good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes sir”

I said, “I bet you could get real used to eating more of those, huh? Nice and cheesy, full of protein to feed those muscles?”

“Fuck yeah, dude.”

I cautioned- “Don’t eat it yet. You’re almost ready. But before you dig in, I want you to understand something. Today is the last day you’ll ever look like this. That burrito right there? That’s your first bite towards becoming a massive, beefy guy. It’s all captured here in this video, the exact instant when you became a fatty.”

I continued, “You’ve got to hit 70 pounds in six months, right?”

“Yes sir”

“But you didn’t think I was going to stop there, did you?”

“What?!”

“That’s just the minimum to get by on the team, buddy. Oh no, I’ll need more than that. Maybe 70 pounds to get you started for the season, but you’ll keep getting bigger for me. It’ll make you a better player.”

He looked scared.

“125. That’s my minimum. If you want my help, you’re committing to putting 350 on that scale by this time next year. Do I make myself clear?”

He looked dead into the camera and thought about it. I could almost see the smell of the burrito entering his nose and toying with his brain.

After a pause, Hunter said “Well, I’ve seen the kind of guys you like. 300 probably isn’t enough. That’s.. what you’re into. And you know how to get me big enough to stay on the team.”

“That’s right,” I cooed. “Do it for your team.”

“Well, bigger is always better when you’re playing Front..”

“Then commit.” I said. “When you take that first bite, it’s a commitment. It’s your very first step toward me packing 125 pounds on you. And I know what a commitment means from a team player like you.”

Hunter gave a wicked smile to the camera and ripped apart the burrito like a preadtor to prey.

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I was towelling off and found him in the kitchen. He was preparing an omellette. He looked at the eggs and back at me. “Sorry, they’re, uh.. just egg whites. I guess I’m supposed to be eating boxes of donuts or something?”

“Common misconception” I corrected. “If you ate a ton of sugar, you’d feel like shit and never make it. When you’re ready, we’ll make you an 8-meal a day a plan that’s full of variety and very high in fat and complex carbs.”

“You sound like the team dietician” he chuckled. “I took some classes back in college” I said.

Hunter paused. “But what do you mean, ‘when I’m ready’? Hitting 300 is my job right now. My career is at stake.”

Oh right. I didn’t have to ease into it; growing too fast wasn’t going to scare Hunter off.

“Allright. Then let’s do this. Hand me your phone.” While he finished breakfast, I downloaded my favorite calorie counting app on his phone and linked our accounts.

“This app helps you track what you’ve eaten in a day. I can log in from my phone, check your progress, and send you meal plans. All the food that I send is available to order on the seamless app. We can join those accounts too so you don’t even have to order; I’ll just have stuff sent here. All you have to do is answer the door and eat.”

“Impressive”, Hunter said. He seemed to love that idea. Gainer or not, who wouldn’t want to hang out all day and just have food brought to them?

“Do not EVER”, I cautioned, “lie about having eaten something that you didn’t. I will always be assigning you more food than you could possibly eat, so it’s critical that we’re transparent about how far you got each day. Every week when I weigh you in, I download the week’s food data to excel and plot how much your capacity is growing and which foods are packing the most mass on you.”

“Ok. Agreed. I wouldn’t want to mess up your process.”

We spent the rest of our breakfast talking over his food preferences. He had no allergies, thank god. But also not much of a sweet tooth (how is that possible?) Fortunately, he’s a natural grazer. But he’s used to eating big for building muscle mass, even if that was previously just with lean protein.

I said I’d need an hour to put together his meal plan for the first week. Perfect, he said- he’ll go lift at the gym, just across the street. While he was out, I ordered a case of Black Hole appetite supplements to be delivered the next day, and three large burritos on seamless for Hunter’s after-gym snack.

Then I got to work reviewing what he said he ate in a normal day and counting up the calories to estimate his current capacity. It wasn’t bad; he seemed to be consistently hitting 5,000 to 5,500 calories in a day. His activity levels are super high, but I’ll settle for that because at least he already knows how to eat big.

All I needed to do in those first weeks was cut his cardio way back, get him lifting low and slow at the gym, and then just make sure that each day he would eat 50 calories more than the last day, without fail.

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I joined him in the shower. It was the first time that I ever really got to inspect his body. Fuck, pro athletes really are like machines. His ass. It was almost like a separate entity, that just seemed to follow him around. It was so perky it didn’t jut straight out like most fit guys; it actually pointed *up* a bit.

I ran my hands over it and closed my eyes. “Heh, you like that don’t you?” he said.

I responded with my fingers. He turned around and planted his tounge in my throat. I could feel a soapy hand bringing my dick back to life.

“So.. you came right when I talked about getting big. That sex was hot, but what got you off was.. fat?”

“Haha, yup. That’s my thing.”

He thought about it for a second, then took a half step back, still gripping my cock. “Show me where I’ll grow.”

I studied his physique. I’ve got an eye for telling if a guy’s going to be an apple or a pear, even when he’s still ripped.

I traced my finger as I went from top to bottom. “Your neck.. it’s going to get even thicker as your shoulders develop.” I felt his other hand creeping towards my hole again.

“Arms are going to get even bigger, if that’s humanly possible. You’ll lose definition, but it’ll look good. Masculine.”

“Your pecs are going to fill out big time. Fat is going to build up there, but they won’t look soft, they’re way too strong.” I slid one of my fingers down to his abs, while he slipped another of his fingers in me, the other hand still methodically stroking my cock as he maintained perfect eye contact.

“Then this.. this is going to be a gut. Not in the first 30 pounds. But after 50.. it’s going to be a pot, sticking straight out. This belly button..” I circled my finger around the edges of his tiny belly button as his three fingers did the same circle with my ass. “..it’s going to get deeper and wider.”

“And these obliques.. they’re going to turn into an overhang. One day, 40 pounds in, you’ll feel a cold sting right here and you’ll realize it’s your gut hitting your belt buckle for the first time.” He started jacking harder.

“These cut sides here, after 80 pounds, they’re going to be big love handles, each about the size of a loaf of bread.”

“And this ass..” I gripped it as he gripped mine from the inside. “It’s going to be a fucking shelf. You’ll never wear dress pants again. Long tee shirts will just bunch up on top of it and-”

Without warning, I came even harder than I had the last time. The orgasm was so strong I lost my balance, but Hunter gripped me like he had expected me to fall. He held me as I choked and seized and twitched as my dick vomited a heavy load on all four walls of the shower.

When it finally ended, I gasped for air. “What the fuck was that?!”

Hunter nestled my head into his perfect chest and kissed the top of my head.

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No, we didn’t get it on. Frankly I knew even then there was a chance that Hunter was husband potential and I didn’t want to get sloppy; we were both pretty buzzed.

And it didn’t even matter; Hunter was such a good cuddler. 99% of the time I’m big spoon, but his extra inches in height just fit perfectly around me. I slept like a baby.

When the sunlight came in, I woke up to really see the room for the first time. Football jerseys everywhere, piles of rugby shorts, a lacrosse stick. Ugh, such a bro.

I must’ve stirred because he grunted and woke up. He stretched, yawned and then pounced on me. Hunter may be a rugby god, but I swear he was a golden retriever in a past life. He burrowed his face in my neck, tickling me but I couldn’t get away because he was squeezing me tight. My god, his arms are the size of my legs, and I’m pretty fit.

“I’m really glad you stayed over” he said as he rolled over, still not releasing me. “Listen, there’s something I wanted to say last night, but I wanted to wait until we’re sober.”

“Oh?” I questioned.

“Look, you grommr guys, you’re definitely into some specific stuff, but it’s not actually THAT weird. At least not as weird as you make it out to be. You call me a civilian so I guess I can’t judge, but I really don’t get why you’re all so secretive.”

That did it. I was so sold on him. I wanted to have all his babies, and I’m a top. He was right, I really could be more out- should be. I had spent all of last night helping him feel more comfortable, but now he was doing the same for me.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just took a leap of faith and kissed him. The kind of passionate, sloppy, awesome kiss where you don’t even care about morning breath any more. I grabbed the back of his head, that luscious, grippable hair and pulled him into me. The kiss was electric, we both went into pure animal instinct mode.

I rolled him over and then he rolled me back, but we got somewhere stuck in between and either didn’t notice or care, each just attacking each other with our toungues. I was hanging onto his luscious bubble butt for dear life when I realized he was doing the same to me. I felt a finger tap at my back door and said “Woah, woah buddy, what’s that?”

“Wait.. you’re? You’re a top too?”

Oh shit. What’re the chances? I laughed. “Really?”

“Really” Hunter said. “I’ve actually never bottomed before.”

I was lying on my back with both hands behind my head. “Sorry, I just assume everyone’s a bottom, it’s a problem. Well, we’re already making you fat, you can try some other new stuff too.”

I had gotten too smug. He flashed that killer smirk again. “Oh no, buddy. If I’m going to try something new, then you’re going to transform too. It’s only fair. Besides, I’ve already got two fingers in and you don’t seem to mind.”

I looked down. Busted. Not only did I not notice (or rather, didn’t mind) his second finger slipping in, but my heavy boner was at full attention and drizzling precum.

“Now,” he said, resting my ankle on his shoulder while lubing himself up, “I bet you’ve got a lot to teach me about how to get big.” He leaned forward to kiss me, and I could feel his head poking at me. “But I think I might be able to teach you a thing or two as well.” He nibbled and kissed all over my neck and my brain just powered down. I could feel pressure “down there” but the sensations all over my neck were overwhelming. Fuck, he really knew what he was doing.

After a minute I tried to say something but it was just gibberish. He pulled up to smother me with another kiss, probably to shut me up, and that’s when I realized he was in me. “See how that works, babe? You’re already taking it like a champ.” he winked. So cocky.

I tried to talk again but there was nothing to say. This was uncharted territory for me. He leaned back and closed his eyes to focus. His whole body rippled with each thrust. His body was so defined I could see muscles that I’m pretty sure other people don’t have. It was as if he transmitted his intensity straight into me, and all I could do was gulp and remember to breathe. There was something so comfortable, so natural about taking him there in his sunny bedroom that morning. It felt right.

He opened his eyes and studied me, still thrusting. I felt so exposed - not becuase my legs were in the air and a guy was in me for the first time since college- but because I could tell he was studying me, figuring out exactly what I loved, which speed, which angle. He probably already knew more than me.

Hunter lowered himself down again to lean in and kiss me. Just before he reached my lips, when I was embarrasingly already eyes closed and tounge at the ready, he stopped. “So you’re gunna make me big, aren’t you?” I nodded, instantly hardening at the idea. My dick twitched, but so did my ass- I forgot about that how that works. “Woah, someone likes that idea, huh?” he smirked. I love that he could feel me twich on his dick. Two boys can’t get any closer than that.

“Well listen, Nick. We may have a problem then..” he kept thrusting. This was a new side of him.. coming from a dark place. “Cause if I get a big gut..” another twitch “then one day there’s not going to be enough space for me to pop up your legs and fuck you like this.”

That was it. I exploded. Both my cock and my brain. The first squirt sailed straight over my head and hit the wall. Hunter saw that and rammed all 9 inches deep into my guts and pumped out the rest of my load. I cum pretty heavy as it is, but this one took more than a full minute and by the time I was done, all the squirts on my chest had joined into one big pool covering my whole chest.

Hunter surveyed the mess I had made and looked very satisfied with himself. “Good job, buddy!” he said as he held his arm out for a fist bump.

I gasped for air. “You’re a monster” I grunted, only half joking. He chuckled and smothered me with another distracting kiss as he pulled out of me.

I lay on the bed assessing the situation, confirming that my legs still worked and trying to remember my name. Hunter was already up. “You’re not going to cum?” I asked.

“Nope”, he said as he snapped shut the elastic band on his Under Armour compression shorts, tucking away his shrinking boner. “I’m a pleaser top” he said, handing me a towel. “We don’t need to get off; what I’m into is seeing you explode while you’re under me.”

I tried to wrap my head around it. “Hey-“ he stopped me, “you’re into your thing, and I’m into mine.”