BearNTraining

“Plenty of eye candy to ogle, but none as sweet as my little treats here.” Angus used one hand to grip on Mica’s pecs, and the other to softly stroke Justin’s belly. “Hope you weren’t having any nightmares to speak of.” Mica grunted and briefly snored back into Angus’s ear. Justin had remained silent, though he was reacting lightly to the attention Angus was giving him. Angus turned over, pushing his belly into Justin a bit more. “How’s the milk treating you? Think it’s time we start upping your dose?”

“I don’t know…” Justin groaned out. They had tried to start him off slowly, since they all had differing size goals, but settling where he was now seemed to have satisfied Justin. He had softened features, but his body was still nowhere comparable to Angus’s own. Laying on his side, he had perky moobs that were trying to come in, and his belly was barely creating an overhang. If anything, he had impressed everyone with the added love handles that had widened him out. Everyone welcomed his healthy appearance, they would say, but it did give Justin some odd thoughts they’d talk about in private.

“If you need more time, just let us know. We don’t want to make you uncomfortable in your own skin, dear.” Angus had focused his attention on Justin with Mica asleep once more holding on to Angus like a pillow from behind. Angus had become concerned over the holiday break when Justin seemed to have reached a mental plateau on his growth rate, sensibly focusing on the everyday aspects of the growth having been a big guy his entire life. He knew that while the fantasy was hot, people could lose themselves and regret it. He looked at Justin in the face, loving how it had softened slightly from the added weight. “I won’t think any less of you for it.” Justin just stared back, smiling weakly and allowing his body to relax under Angus’s touch. 

“I was reading some of the comments I was getting,” Justin approached the subject he was dreading. “Again, a family member said I looked better. Aunt Madge said I was getting a gut. My uncle Ralph said we should get drinks soon. And my cousins said that I looked like I was eating again. Do they think that those are encouraging beats to provide unsolicited?”

“They are family, so of course they do. Doesn’t mean you have to take it negatively. And you don’t even have to acknowledge them if it bothers you.”

“But then, I go onto Bodspace, and see…” he laughed for a second, “big beefy patties like you and I think I’m nowhere closer. I can suck my gut in and be skinny-passing, but I can’t fill out your shirts as well as you do.”

“Then don’t! We’re trying to fatten you up, remember?” Angus pushed his belly back into Justin for emphasis. “I’m fine as I am, and he thinks so too. But we still have a long way to get you into being a big beefy patty yourself. It’s a journey, not a sprint. Sometimes, our bodies work against us on this. Just means you have to put in more work.” The groan he got in response was typical, as Justin always hated hearing that from not just Angus. Many other large men in their shared kink space, Bodspace, had shared similar experiences. But for Justin, it wasn’t coming on fast enough to keep him satisfied, or in this case, engaged to continue. “Or do you want us to just force you to do it?” Justin didn’t immediately respond.

“It’s kind of hot to just give up control…” he whimpered when he finally did respond. “But I have to be in the mood for it. Maybe it’s just the holidays that were making it feel different, but I wasn’t feeling the growth like I wanted.”

“We did take a break here and there, remember? It wasn’t consistent, or else you’d be much larger by now. If you really want results, you have to put yourself completely into it.” Angus gasped a little when he felt Mica’s hands having made their sneaky trek from hugging him to groping his belly, and now his groin. He batted Mica’s hand away for the moment to continue talking seriously with Justin, though. “Is this the year you’re going to just go all in?”

“I want to say, yeah?” Angus was sure that he wanted to say it too, but Justin did have some issues with sticking to things. “But could I also ask for a bit more force? Like, don’t give me the chance to wimp out. I’m ready for this! I want to do this.”

“Y’hear that, Mike? He says to be a bit more forceful on him.” Angus reached behind him to pat Mica on his butt. “That means you don’t go easy on him when he still has something to finish.”

“Only if that means you end up eating the rest,” Mica whispered into Angus’s ear. Relenting, Angus turned onto his back to embrace his lovers together. To seal the deal, they decided to cuddle for a bit longer.

An hour had passed, and the three had split up among the household. Angus was making lunch for them, while Mica was getting ready to go to the gym. Justin still had a whole day of work ahead of him, so Angus had decided to make sure he would go in stuffed more than he usually did.

“Remember what you agreed to, or we’ll have to start thinking of some punishments to go along with it,” Angus affirmed their discussion early. Justin nonchalantly agreed, but when he was brought three sub sandwiches loaded with meats, cheese, and sauces, he remained in silence, staring. “You’ve still got an hour before work, so you’re expected to finish all of these before then.”

“Three?! I can–”

“Yeah, three. If you need to, put something mindless on to watch. I want you fitting into my clothes a bit better before Christmas this year. Us big beef patties have to look well-fed for that time of the year, after all!” Angus smiled playfully towards their smaller partner. His plan was to make sure Justin had no argument for eating, if he didn’t want to worry about leftovers. Justin wanted to say something, but any time he would try, Angus would just cover his ears in cute defiance. He only lowered his hands once Justin took up a sandwich and kept quiet.

This left Mica to walk into the kitchen in the nude, reaching into the fridge. He pulled out the lone sub that Angus had made for him and a jug of milk, then went to sit near Justin to watch whatever was on. After cleaning up, Angus did the same, bickering about the current antics on the TV together. They lost themselves to time until Justin and Mica’s alarms went off to signal their next plans were ready.

Mica’s sub was cleared and his jug was half cleared; Angus’s sub had met a similar fate; while Justin had barely started into his second sub by the time limit. Justin rose out of his seat to start getting ready, but as per their deal, he set the plate down in front of Angus before moving to the bedroom. This left Angus and Mica in the living room, Mica looking mischievously at his currently-fatter love. He dared not slide across the sofa, but he adjusted himself closer either way. The subs were within reach, as was Angus’s face, which meant Mica could have all the fun he wanted.

“Uh oh, you know what time it is…” Mica grinned, going to reach for the second sub. “I mean, you did say I had to be more forceful.” Angus chuckled and nodded, but he also reached for the sub. He wasn’t as interested in the forceful feeding aspect of the kink, and knew his own pace better than others. “Aww. No, c’mon.” Mica grabbed the sub first and kept it out of reach. “At least let me feed you this one.” Angus relented, leaning back against the sofa instead. Mica squealed and got closer, lifting the sub against Angus’s mouth to let him take his own bites at least. Though, now that they were alone, Mica thought out loud to his lover. “Are you sure we should… hold him to his words like that?”

“Well, what about… a safeword?” Angus offered mid-chew. They allowed him to clear what he had out of his mouth before continuing, though. “A word so unnatural in his daily life that, only if he were truly serious and not wanting to continue would we allow that to be his way out.” Angus mused against him. “Maybe he’d agree to that?” With that, he took another large bite out of the sandwich.

“Oo, like rutabaga? Does he even know what a rutabaga is? Do I…?” Mica trailed off, slipping some of his internal thoughts out loud. “Nah, too unnatural even for me. That’s going to be tough, as you know the games you two play are kinda different from mine.” He took a bite out of the sub himself, helping Angus clear it a bit more. Without waiting, he placed the sub back down on the plate and kissed his lover on the forehead. Then he arose to start getting dressed himself.

Angus leaned forward to pick up the plate and continue on the leftovers as he thought some more. After some time, Justin and Mica returned from the bedroom dressed for their appropriate destinations; Mica, to the gym, and Justin, to go work at the fast food chain Speedy Chicken. Angus arose to see them both off, wiping the crumbs from the subs off of his face.

“Think of something you’d never regularly say while you’re working, Just. Just when you can. We can stop forcing you if you were ever to say it to us together, ok?” Justin nodded at Angus’s suggestion. “Other than that, you better expect to come home fed and ready to be stuffed. I’m serious, this time.” Justin laughed and nodded before leaving for work. Angus turned to Mica. “He knows I’m serious this time, right?”

“He knows you’re serious every time,” Mica retorted before leaning in to kiss again. Angus playfully spanked his love on the rump and saw him off. Left to the house, he decided to clean up and relax for the rest of the day.

Night fell as Angus napped. Mica had already come and gone from the gym to his own work, leaving Angus alone for the remainder of the day. He had gamed, planned dinner by preparing what he needed, and caught up on his sleep before the others were expected to get home. Conveniently, all of their jobs had a little meet up closer to midnight, when the two would return home, only for Angus to wake up and start their dinner and hang out before his early shift at the bakery would start.

Mica was the first through the door of the two, though he often would wait for Justin to pull in so they could still go in together. Angus had already started work on dinner and told Justin to come closer before he would change out of his clothes. As he neared, Angus nodded towards the fridge.

“Get in and grab yourself a glass of your milk. Right now.” Justin shrugged and agreed. As he poured himself the glass, he went to return the jug into the door before Angus stopped him. “No-no. Go ahead and drink the glass first. You’re starting two cups a day, and you’re not allowed to take a break this time.” A grin started to form on Justin’s lips.

“Yes, boss!” He gladly started to sip on the glass. Mica snuck up and helped tip it a bit higher, surprising Justin into chugging more than he wanted. He still took it “like a champ,” Mica commented, but once the glass was empty, he poured up another for himself. He walked away from the others to sip it down at his own pace, but he still watched them carefully.

“If I have to hold him to his goals, and he has to eat everything we give him, what does that leave you,” Angus looked at Mica. Justin did similarly, which made the buff man briefly stunned. With both of their gazes on him, he just flexed his chest and kissed at them.

“I get two chubby guys to fawn over, so why not just leave the feeding to me?” He grinned at them both. Angus and Justin exchanged a mental thought between one another and said nothing back, but they all trusted him on his restraint. Justin placed his empty cup down and burped softly. “Oh, and maybe…” he pulled his phone out of his pocket and fumbled with it. “I’ll do more with this.” He had remembered at work to post an update on their shared Bodspace profile.

“Wait, what?” Justin asked, still groggy. Mica said nothing as he walked back into the kitchen. Justin mulled over what he mentioned, trying to remember anything that he might have promised either of his mates, but there was a fog in his brain over the specifics. Perhaps it was something about last night, he thought to himself as he turned around in the seat to watch the hulking beast start tearing into the grocery bags to put them away.

The second of his roommates, Angus, came up to the door and struggled to open it with the remaining bags in his hands. The portlier of the two, he was still taller than Justin, but his job as a baker kept him snacking on the goods when they weren’t being sold. With Mica stacked with muscles, and Angus looking like a dough ball himself, Justin found himself mentally comparing himself to the two as he often did. He could feel his ribs pressing against the pleather backing, which made him shrink a bit into the seat as he watched them.

“Ah, I see he’s ready and waiting,” Angus cooed at Justin as Mica opened the door for him. Together, the two of them took up most of the kitchen from putting away some items and keeping more on the counter. “Do you remember last night?” Justin shook his head because the details of the night didn’t seem important enough for him to remember right then. Angus just smiled and shook his head, his cheeks shaking at a different speed. “Poor, poor little Justin. What have you gotten yourself into?”

“Will you just tell me already? I think the edible was a bit too strong.” Justin squirmed a little in his seat, wondering why they were being secretive. But the others just ignored his request and continued to unpack. Angus kept out a box of pancake mix, a box of eggs, and a gallon of milk while Mica grabbed a few more bags to take out to the large freezer they had in the shed. Justin huffed in protest and turned back around, plopping his rear firmly into the seat. To defy his curiosity, he stared at the blank television in front of him and regretted not bringing his phone out of the bedroom.

The two others kept making noise as they went in and out of the kitchen until Justin could smell pancakes being made. His stomach rumbled but he refused to turn around. He crossed his arms and slid further into the chair, wishing he could’ve been sleeping through all of this. The noises drowned out their whispers, making it hard to hear what they were scheming behind him, which made him more disgruntled. Finally, he could hear the flat thuds from one of them approaching him. He closed his eyes and hid them under his hands to not give them the immediate pleasure of his reaction, though his own stomach tried to betray him.

“Now, now. We’re only teasing you,” Angus said, coming to the side where the sofa was. Mica followed behind him from the other side, the two of them somewhere in front of Justin as he kept his eyes closed. “You may have said a bit more than you probably expected last night, and we figured we’d treat you to a nice meal.” Justin cracked a peek through his eyelid to look at them, finding them with three plates in hand. One had four pancakes on them, while the volume gradually increased with the other two. Mica, carrying two of them, handed the highest stack to Justin and crouched over the coffee table.

“Mmm… I guess I could forgive you for all the hard work you both did,” Justin said, reluctantly taking hold of the plate. Eyeing them carefully, he judged that there were about ten thick pancakes, with butter slathered between each and smothered by syrup. He could feel his heart beating considerably faster at even thinking about eating them, let alone finishing as much as was offered. Relatively, Mica had seven and Angus had four, which seemed reversed given their normal portions. He held the plate up to them both, a questioning glance shot their way, but all they did was grin and start cutting into their own servings. “Are you going to tell me the whole story, or do I have to pout?”

“Pout all you want, I think it’s cute,” Mica said before pushing a forkful into his mouth.

“Oh hush,” Justin remarked, merely holding onto the plate. He wanted to wait for an answer before doing anything. He turned his attention to Angus, the one that often gave in to him. But Mica shot him a side-eyed glance and winked. “Nuh uh! Don’t shut me out! What are you talking about?!”

“He needs to remember if we’re gonna get him to work with us,” Angus whimpered at Mica. The giant grumbled, but relented and waved a hand for Angus to fill their small third in. “You don’t remember us watching a movie last night, do you?” Justin vaguely remembered them starting to watch Little Shop of Horrors, but felt like he fell asleep before anything truly happened with the plot. He had seen it plenty of times to know how it went, though. “Well, you said some pretty interesting things.”

“I blame the edible! I don’t remember what I said!” Justin tried to defend himself, for he truly couldn’t remember anything that was said. Even the feelings he went through that night seemed like a blur. But Angus and Mica both laughed at his frustration, enjoying their pancakes as he wiggled in his seat uncomfortably.

“Feed me, you cried out as you lifted up your shirt and ran your fingers across your stomach like a washboard!” Mica placed his plate down carefully before demonstrating for them. Angus whistled in appreciation while Justin simply stared. He crouched back down and resumed chowing down on his breakfast. Justin looked at Angus for confirmation, who simply nodded between his own forkfuls.

“It was like he was you for a moment there,” Angus chirped. Justin blushed and gulped down his embarrassment. “When we asked you if you wanted dinner, you insisted that’s not what you meant. You said you wanted to be grown like Audrey, and then you zoned out again. So we were talking…”

“Wait, about me without me being lucid?”

“You weren’t entirely in control, we understand. But why not at least encourage your thoughts a little when you’re awake, right?” Angus nodded towards the plate growing cold in Justin’s hand. “Or were you just taken in at the time by the music and plot?” Justin swallowed once more, his own thoughts starting to swell under his tongue. While he had only been together with the two of them for a few months, there were a few things he hadn’t told either of them before, and didn’t feel like this was the time for it. “Now, hush your fears and get to eating. I’ve got work in a few hours, and Mica…”

“Oh, I’ve already made my trip to the gym for the morning.” He flexed heavily with one arm and cut the remaining pancakes with his other. “Besides, I wanted to spend some time with my boys before I went to the worksite anyway.” He grinned, as he often did, as he spoke highly of the two of them. “They won’t need me for a couple hours still.”

“So all that remains is for you to eat your breakfast!” Angus pushed the plate closer to Justin, insisting he take a bite. Justin swallowed his thoughts down once more and nodded, taking up the fork and starting to dig in. There was a pit forming in the deepest recesses of his stomach, something he wanted to cry out to both of them, but the fear of rejection or judgment had often kept this particular thought from breaching the surface. The pancakes were starting to get cold, as Angus suggested, so he wanted to try his best.

Two pancakes were easily taken down, but he wasn’t one to normally eat heavily, so he started to reach some resistance as he cut into the third and fourth carefully. There was so much butter and syrup still covering the stack that he had trouble cutting into it and keeping it clean, getting some of it on his chest. By the time he finished the third, he was starting to feel full. But that’s where his two lovers came into play.

Angus scooted closer, his plush frame carefully perched on the edge of the sofa, while Mica took a knee on Justin’s other side. Together, the two of them took the plate away from Justin, who was starting to think less and feel more, and started to decide for him what he needed to do. Mica held the plate in hand, cutting the pancakes up and slowly raising the fork up to Justin’s lips. Angus, meanwhile, took to rubbing Justin’s stomach, hoping it was helping. All three of them were keen to notice Justin’s erection as he pitched a tent in his boxers from all this attention.

“As he was saying, we have been talking about you since last night,” Mica whispered, “and we think that you’d probably look better with a few extra pounds on you anyway. You did say you were always this thin growing up.”

“Of course, you’re more than welcome to refuse anything you don’t want to eat,” Angus followed up as he ran a finger up Justin’s bloated stomach before getting into light circular rotations around the belly button. Justin moaned a little between bites, succeeding in swallowing down the fourth thanks to their help. He wanted to speak up, but at the same time he couldn’t think of anything. His thoughts were pushed back down by each mouthful of pancakes and his jaw was starting to tense up from all of the chewing.

By the fifth pancake, he felt the euphoric bliss of being too full to move. While the rubbing had helped, he couldn’t stop the painful aching that twinged any time he tried to breathe. Angus understood the feeling and eased off of the rubbing, as did Mica with the feeding. Together, the three of them looked at what was left on the plate. Sadly, there were still four untouched by the fork with the fifth having been carved into, but he had normally only been able to take three comfortably before. It was a mental win for all of them.

Angus and Mica cheered Justin for how much he was able to take down. Justin couldn’t muster much up, feeling like the pancakes had overfilled his stomach and the remainder was sitting in the back of his throat like a cartoon. His gulps were met with resistance and he didn’t want to move a limb or even shift his body. Each breath could barely be taken before his insides felt like they wanted to burst outside. His face crumpled in frustration while his boner betrayed how he felt.

Mica dug into the remaining pancakes while Angus hoisted himself off the edge of the couch. His face twitched as he supported his back for the lifting, but he picked up the other two plates and went to dispose of them in the kitchen. Mica watched their stuffed third carefully, sliding next to him by sitting on the couch. Justin just tried to concentrate on breathing, since that was all his body would allow him to do.

“What do you think, did we stuff him properly?” Mica spoke up, spitting a bit of pancake out onto the floor. Angus chuckled as he ran the water, but Justin was unable to turn his head and see what else he was doing.

“Well and fully, I’d say. But he may not be moving for a while as he digests. I mean, from experience,” there was a wet slap heard in the kitchen, “it takes a bit before you can comfortably move again.” Mica rose, empty plate in hand, and joined him in the kitchen. All Justin could hear were the sounds of dishes clanking, running water, and, surprisingly, a bit of heavy breathing. He thought it might not be his own breathing, but he couldn’t be certain.

“Well hello to you too,” Angus whispered. Mica just chuckled and grunted. Next thing Justin saw was the muscular man carrying the plump one over to the sofa, carefully lowering him down as they were locked in a kiss. Justin’s erection throbbed at the sight but he whimpered a bit under its pulse. They broke their kiss apart to look at him, seeing him sitting there frozen. “I guess it wouldn’t be entirely fair if he wasn’t participating.”

“True, true,” Mica huffed and withdrew from Angus. He slid to the floor between the two of them and started rubbing their stomachs instead. “I won’t deny this feels good too.” Angus inhaled deeply and raised his shirt up, exposing the soft flab that he had cultivated well on his own before they had gotten together. The blended state of pleasure and pain started to dull the world around Justin, and before he knew it, he had slipped into a soft slumber under the strong touch of his mate.

When he reawakened, he could hear some sounds coming from the kitchen. Both Angus and Mica were missing from the living room before him. He found that he had regained some strength in his limbs, though his midsection still felt immovable. The pleather creaked under his movement as he tried to pull himself out of the loveseat.

“Ah, he awakens from his throne,” Angus spoke up from the kitchen. Justin lifted himself carefully out of the loveseat and turned to view. The kitchen was clean, the dishes were gone, and yet Angus was still standing there shirtless, an apron over his waist. Justin whistled at the sight, which made Angus wink back at him playfully. “And you seem fully aware of your senses.”

“What was that all about,” Justin said, slowly walking towards the kitchen to rest against the countertops as they talked. Angus shrugged and wiped his hands off on the apron. Justin realized that the straps on the apron were loose and that Angus was keeping it up thanks to his overhang. In reaction, his body stirred awake, which made Angus chuckle once more at the erection that quickly appeared.

“I had remembered one of our earlier encounters thanks to last night,” Angus opened the fridge door and took out a chilled glass. He handed it to Justin and suggested that he nurse it when he could. Justin looked down at the glass, then back up at Angus, then back at the glass. His stomach rumbled in protest to adding anything else to it at the moment, and Justin agreed. “You had asked me if I was a gainer on one of our dates. After you explained it all to me, I told you no, but… is that what you like, what drew you to me?”

“N-not entirely…” Justin realized he was going to be facing some hard truths in this conversation and placed the glass down on the counter. “When we first met, yes, I thought you were, or at least had some tendencies? But I understand you a lot more now. I know more about your past, your likes, and all that. I wouldn’t force you to be something you’re not. Besides…” He walked up behind Angus and pressed himself into the soft flesh. The smell of sugar cookies radiated off of him like an aura, which relaxed Justin as he buried his face into the back fat. “I like you as you are now.”

“Well, of course you do. I’m a snuggable teddy bear.” Angus turned around and pulled Justin in for a bearhug. He was light on body hair, which didn’t help further because of the blonde lighting it took, but he had been big most of his life. As such, he had developed a soft, pillowy padding that built over a solid frame. Justin always lost himself in the pleasure of pressing against his physique and imagining it the other way around, that he was the pillow that others smothered themselves with. But for now, it felt good to still be the one embracing the plush form. “What’s that say about you, though?”

“Huh?”

“Are you a gainer?” The question disarmed Justin. He stepped back to the countertop away from Angus and remained silent. “It won’t change my thoughts about loving you, Justin.”

“I… I know. But I don’t know.”

“Well, did you want to explore it? Get a feel for it for a bit and see if you would like to be…” he paused, grabbing a handful of his own fat and shaking it. “Would you like to be fat?” Justin just stared blankly at Angus’s body and lost all thought. He nodded, a hand straying up to his own stomach and pinching the light bloat that he still retained. He inhaled deeply and felt no give in the flesh under his touch. Angus stepped forward and placed a hand on top of Justin’s, then leaned in for a kiss. “It’d be cute to see you pudge out.”

Justin could feel his face burn as he blushed to the statement. Once again, his erection throbbed under being told that, a side he had never shown the two of them until now. Angus smiled softly before securing Justin’s future with a kiss. It was longer than normal between them, and Angus pressed his body further into Justin’s as the duration continued. When he finally withdrew, both of them were breathing irregularly. Justin wanted more kisses, but at the same time, his erection danced thoughts of being fed like earlier into his future.

Angus playfully ran a finger across the outside of his boxers, sending a wave of pleasure throbbing up from the erection and through Justin’s spine. He smiled, this time Justin could see some wickedness to it, and turned back towards the oven.

“Hope you’re hungry. I’ve got pie baking for you.” Justin clutched his stomach as it roiled at the suggestion. Angus couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction and turned back around to give Justin’s stomach a little pinch. “Just kidding, love. Take the rest of the morning to sleep the pancakes off. But just know, while I may be lax…” He got closer to whisper. “Mica seemed genuinely interested in fattening you up. Maybe he wants two teddy bears.”

Justin winced a little as his stomach wanted to roil some more. He looked back at the chilled glass, his lips having grown surprisingly dry since their kiss. It was a simple glass of milk, but something about the offer he had received from Angus made it different. He swallowed his apprehension and took a sip. Sweet, he thought, a bit different from normal. Angus smiled though as he took a sip, and ruffled Justin’s hair playfully.

“Be careful enabling us, for we may just make you fat yet,” he warned. He started sliding the apron out from under his belly, resting it on its pantry hook. “I’ll go wake Mica up and tell him you’re awake.”

“No. I’ll do it,” Justin said, finishing off the milk and rinsing the glass out. His boner led the way down the hall, back into the shared bedroom. There was Mica, barely covered by a blanket and sleeping in the nude, on the extended mattress attached to the main. He needed one that his legs didn’t dangle off of, and yet his toes still crested the edge. Angus was normally the one that slept beside him in the bed, but Justin would sneak up, from time to time, to nestle himself between his big men. He gently climbed onto the mattress and huffed, the exertion still taking a bit out of him. Once he was within whispering distance, he started to massage Mica’s chest.

Mica kept most of his body shaved, but there was still plenty of hair around the nipples to tickle Justin’s palms. He liked it when Mica would let it grow out, but he understood there were some particulars about his workout routine that he wanted to keep it trimmed for. But it was more than enough to start stirring the mountain of a man up from his slumber, as denoted by his own erection. Mica grumbled but didn’t stop Justin massaging him.

“Now, this is a way to wake someone up,” Mica mumbled, turning over to lay on top of Justin. While their dicks throbbed from each other’s touch, Justin groaned under the light weight being pushed on him. He braced himself against Mica's rough chest, exhaling as much as he could without vomiting. Mica caught himself, supporting more weight as he rose to be over Justin and his still distended middle. “Can't go popping you before you've gotten at least a little meatier.”

Justin squirmed as Mica’s calloused hands caressed his chest and stomach. His touch was rough, but the movements and care taken were careful and soft. His interactions were sexually charged as he ran his fingers around Justin’s nipples and belly button.

“I will say, I am looking forward to you developing a figure like Angus.” Mica whispered, his dick throbbing stronger as he said so. “Are you gonna allow us to pump you up, though?”

“Is that what you want?” Justin asked, though his erection pulsed up for him. But Mica froze in his actions and his eyes locked squarely upon him. It was a foreign reaction for Justin to see and it made him tense up.

“I don’t want you to go growing for my sake, Justy,” Mica led his hand up to Justin’s face, cupping his cheek to stare directly into his eyes. “If it’s what you wa-” Justin interrupted him by briefly leaping upwards with his body to lock lips with Mica, if only for a brief moment. The peck was enough to silence Mica’s continued words, allowing Justin to speak up again.

“It is. But I…” Justin blushed, “I didn’t know if you or Angus would like me for that.”

“Oh, babe…” Mica fell further upon Justin, squishing him. He let his dick slide briefly between Justin’s thighs, if only to tickle his little man’s nerves a bit more. “You better be careful then. Because if you’re going to let me grow you, you might very well make Angus look little.” Justin’s dick throbbed at the thought, as fantastical as it was, and exhaled carefully. Mica rolled over Justin, eventually getting to the other side of the mattresses and rising to his feet. His frame looked even more massive as Justin looked from the bed. “We better weigh you now so we know your growth. C’mon, jelly belly. We can talk more about your future and fantasies another time.”

“Are you just going to roll through all sorts of nicknames until you settle on one?” Justin complained as he tried to roll off the bed. He didn’t account for his stomach and winced in unexpected discomfort. Mica just laughed and slid his arms under Justin to pick him up.

“Just testing the waters for now, babe. Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of opportunities to find a cute little name.” He snuck a pinch of Justin’s bloated belly as they walked a few feet from the bedroom to the main bathroom. It was considerably wide enough for Angus and Justin to be in at the same time, which made it ideal for them to place the scale when Mica was bulking. Gently he let Justin down, who then stepped up onto the scale. Mica quickly scrambled back into the bedroom to pick up his phone to write down the results. Justin felt giddy as the scale wobbled to show a new, temporary weight, and he was excited to see the number only go up from there.

Justin Waters, 5 foot 8 inches.