Warning! Story about fat, homosexuality and gay sex.
Story translated from French. Original version as “Breuvage Mystérieux” on my previous post.
The sound of the iron discs echoed through the room. The dumbbells were lifted in tens and the panting breaths of their bearers could be heard. John was sitting on one of the benches. He was trying his hand at the tilted development, focusing on the pectorals. They were his strong point and he liked to observe them in front of the mirrors here and there.
Droplets were beading from his forehead, it was sliding on his sweat-saturated skin before falling on the mustardy ground. He would cry out with effort. “Come on, two more! ». Unable to resist, he released the dumbbells, which bounced in a heavy silence on the ground. He gasped. He noticed a bulging man two benches away, his shirt clutched him. It was the excesses of the holidays. John practiced regularly at the gym and didn’t have that problem. Nevertheless, he continued to spy on the potbellied man. When was he going to stop? He couldn’t help it because, after all, John had a dark secret. He was attracted to fat men and it was even better if they were hairy! He longed to see them struggling to hide their new holiday prominences. When they pulled their shirts down with the slightest effort, John would devour the scene with his eyes. Could they hide their bellies with ten, twenty or thirty kilos more? He could only imagine. It was, alas for him, even more so with Eric, his boyfriend. Eric was famished, hairless. John didn’t like him, but he loved him. They met at a role-playing party where John played a mage and Eric played a warrior. John wanted Eric to look like the men he couldn’t help but observe out of the corner of his eye. Was he ever going to confess to him? With that thought in mind, he looked at his sneakers. Another man had crossed his eyes. He had been caught by surprise looking at the fat man. What was he thinking? It didn’t matter, everyone’s looking at everyone else to compare themselves in this room. No one would guess his secret.
He finished his workout, took a shower before wiping off. When he opened his locker, he was surprised by what was in it: a bottle, as big as a small bottle. It had an inscription on it: "concentrated caloric drink”. He opened the bottle to bring it to his nostrils, and a lemony odor escaped from it. What was the effect of this drink? On the back of the bottle there was a small text: “This drink is unique. Use only when undernourished and sparingly. Danger: do not drink the entire contents”. Was this a magic drink? There was only one way to find out: Eric.
In the evenings, he would relax on his couch. He lived with Eric in an apartment on the top floor of the building. He’d seen a park with mostly coniferous trees. John had his hands on his head. Was that a good idea? Did the potion work? How would Eric react if he gained weight? He looked at a picture of himself and Eric in his bathing shorts. The picture was from this summer. Eric looked so thin next to John’s muscular body. Eric hadn’t gained an ounce in all the holidays, and was only 60 kg at the most. His eyes filled with determination. He got up, and opened the door to the storeroom where Eric stored his water bottles. Eric didn’t like tap water, it had a delicate taste. It was the best way for John to experiment with the potion. He mixed a dozen drops into the bottles that were on hand. It wouldn’t be long before he knew it would work. As a precaution, he removed the inscription and text from the vial. He didn’t want to explain if Eric fell on it. John enjoyed imagining Eric with a few extra kilos. He hid the vial among the spices, Eric would never find it here because he usually never cooked.
Moments later, the door opened.
- Hi!“ Eric said cheerfully as he approached John to kiss him.
The two men embraced.
- You’re coming out of the gym, I can tell! Said Eric as he groped John.
John was stroking Eric’s scrawny body. He closed his eyes and imagined him with about ten, then thirty kilos more.
- I love your body, it’s beautiful.
The two lovers were exchanging sweet kisses. They settled down on their soft sofa and turned on the television, glued together.
During the evening, John noticed that Eric was drinking the water.
- Mm-hmm. It’s strange, I could have sworn it tasted different. Looks like it’s a little more acidic. You want a taste?
- No thanks, I’m not thirsty, lie John. Maybe they’ve changed their sources.
- Yeah, it’s possible. Or maybe my tastes are changing.
- Maybe, answered John, gloating.
The evening ended, they went to bed, still embracing.
The next morning, John stroked Eric while they were both in bed sleeping in. He noticed that he could grab Eric’s skin slightly, at his belly button. What was that? He took off the blanket to look at Eric, waking him up:
- "What are you doing? What are you doing? I’m cold!
- I’m sorry… I wanted to admire you, you’re so beautiful.
- Come here!
John let himself be embraced by Eric, who gave him lots of kisses. His hands clutched firmly to Eric’s hips to get closer and feel his belly. Yes, it was a little fat. But then, the drink was working! John had mischievous eyes and was becoming pensive. What was he going to do? Fatten his boyfriend with this mysterious drink? Yes, he was going to do it!
- You’re making a funny face, what’s the matter with you? Asked Eric.
- Nothing, really. I’m just pensive. I wonder what muscles I’ll be working today.
John got up and mixed a few drops into Eric’s bottles, discreetly.
The next morning, John meticulously groped Eric. Was it a small bulge? John was overwhelmed with excitement. He gently woke Eric by whispering in his ear. The lovers embraced and made love.
- You’ve done a lot of work today! Eric wondered.
John answered him with a sweet kiss. Every morning, he poured a few drops into Eric’s bottle. He enjoyed watching him thicken little by little. After a week, Eric’s famished body gave way to more matter. Eric had a small belly, discreet but present. Eric didn’t seem to complain about it. He weighed 65 kg now, but it wasn’t enough. John decided to increase the doses. After another week, Eric must have been almost 80 kilos. He was tight in his jeans:
- John, I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I think I’ve put on weight.
- Let me see,” John pined.
He was pining and his boyfriend was pining all over the place.
- What are you doing? What are you doing? Eric was stunned.
- You’re so handsome, I love you.
- I love you too,“ Eric replied somewhat sceptical.
- Look, it’s just a few extra kilos, nothing to be alarmed about. If you were ten or thirty kg heavier, it wouldn’t matter to me. Even a hundred! (His eyes twinkled). You would still be beautiful.
John looked at Eric with sweet eyes. Eric reassured himself and John embraced him even more.
By the end of the third week, Eric had gained about 10 more kilos for a total of 90 kg. John had bought him extra clothing of a larger size, anticipating the future kilos Eric would gain.
Every night, he devoured Eric’s body with his adoring eyes. What more could he expect? He liked fat men, and Eric had become fat. His little love handles were taking their place. His belly protruded out of his pants and covered his belt when he sat down. John had only one thing on his mind: to stroke him constantly.
That night, he did his work. What a surprise when his fingers touched what looked like hair. He wasn’t dreaming. Not only was Eric getting bigger, but his body was strewn with hair. Hair. It was perfect! Eric was slowly becoming a gay bear. Excited, he made love to her like never before. He kneaded Eric’s soft, limp body and couldn’t stop. With every stroke, he moved Eric’s generous body. Then he came, imagining that Eric would get even bigger.
The next morning, he couldn’t resist and doubled the doses. From then on, he mixed no less than 40 drops into Eric’s drink.
At the end of the fourth week of the month, John had made love to Eric every night, measuring his weight gain. He had put on no less than 20 extra kilos, for a total of 110 kg. Eric was struggling to fit into his clothes while last week he was two sizes down. John was overwhelmed. Eric’s hips were merging with his belly, a double chin had appeared. Eric had no choice but to grow a beard to hide it. His breasts rested on his hairy belly: Eric had finally become what John had always wanted: a gay bear.
This morning, John watched Eric sitting on a chair, tying his shoes. He had to spread his legs so he wouldn’t be bothered by his belly. John was enjoying the show. He was overjoyed.
- John, I don’t understand. I can’t control my body anymore. At work, my co-workers pointed out that my weight gain and my change of look. I’ve been eating nothing but salads for three weeks. But despite my best efforts, I’m only getting fatter. Some people even make fun of me,” Eric confided with his head down.
- Oh, Eric. Don’t listen to them, you’re so handsome.
John lifted Eric’s head up, raising his chin with tenderness. His gaze was in adoration for what he saw: a potbellied, hairy man. He realized that he hadn’t cared about what Eric was doing to his changes. Should he stop fattening him up? Eric was his own man after all. Then, as he looked at Eric’s tight jeans, he enjoyed the thought that at any moment the button could come off. No, he wasn’t going to stop making them fatter. He had to keep going, he couldn’t stop this mesmerizing spectacle. Eric was going to get bigger, and that was a fact. If he had to fatten him up to stillness, then he would. It didn’t matter. Eric would be his. John would cuddle him and pet him all day long. He would become his sex slave. Eric would beg him to be fucked by him every night, unable to get out of bed. As his eyes twinkled, he realized Eric was staring at him. He wiped away his syrupy smile and came to his senses.
- Look, Eric, I don’t know why you’re getting so fat. Maybe your body was meant to grow this way and it’s going to stop soon. One thing’s for sure, I stand by what I said at the beginning of this month. I love you and I will love you no matter how things evolve.
- John hugged Eric and kissed him.
- Thank God you’re here, I love you.
- I love you, too.
- Can we eat something light tonight?
- Yes, anything you want, John answered with a mischievous smile.
At night, John would come home from the gym. He kissed Eric languorously before he peeped out his eyes. Eric had unbuttoned the button on his pants: he’d gotten fatter. It was normal, John had poured at least a hundred drops into Eric’s bottle. He hadn’t counted them, obsessed by what Eric’s stomach was going to become. Eric’s shirt couldn’t hold his big, hairy belly. He weighed 150 kilos, at least. John was enjoying the show, his boyfriend had become obese. Eric was cooking and John stood behind him and hugged him. He was feeling and stroking Eric’s greasy, hairy body with pleasure, he was excited about it. He was showing Eric how much he loved his body. But Eric seemed preoccupied. Never mind, John didn’t want to spoil the moment and kept kneading Eric’s big, soft belly.
- I cooked some soup,“ Eric mentioned, looking sad. I made you carrot and sweet potato and onion soup. Me… I made myself a green vegetable soup, less hearty and less sweet… (Eric lowered his head to look at his unbuttoned pants). My jeans broke down at work today. I pretended to feel sick to get home, I didn’t want to expose myself in front of my co-workers.
- Oh, I’m so sorry,” John replied as he couldn’t take his hands off Eric’s potbellied.
- It’s really strange, I have the impression that you’re the only one who’s happy about my weight gain.
- I just want to show you that I love you just the way you are. You’re beautiful, handsome.
- Hmm. Settle down, the soup’s getting cold.
- Whatever you want, handsome,“ John replied, thinking "fatso”.
John settled down, and Eric served him his soup. He watched him carefully. Eric had to move his chair back so that his stomach wouldn’t touch the table. He had become so fat that he had put a napkin on his stomach in case he spilled some soup on it. At mealtimes, John dropped his spoon not far from Eric.
- Oh, I’m sorry. Can you pick it up, please?
- Be careful,” Eric grumbled.
John cleverly enjoyed watching the scene. Eric spread his legs and bent down, leaving his hairy belly hanging. John couldn’t take it anymore, the show was on. John retrieved a new spoon that Eric was handing him. They ate in silence. John imagined Eric even bigger. Would the chair hold up if he was 30, 50, or even 100 kilos heavier? Would he be able to bend down? Would he be able to move? The questions came flooding in. Then they both finished their soup.
- Looks like you got a stain on your face, big guy.
- Fatso?! Eric was outraged.
- No, handsome, excuse me.
Eric got up and walked to the bathroom. John watched all that fat move and bounce off Eric’s every step. His hips were so big, they moved with every move. His thighs and buttocks threatened to shatter his jeans. His tight T-shirt revealed the bulges in his back. The soup must have given Eric a warm feeling because his T-shirt was colored by perspiration, here and there. John then imagined Eric’s body dripping with sweat when he made love to her. He imagined the waves of fat he would produce with each of his kidney strokes. He was so excited, he couldn’t contain the blood that hardened his penis. He couldn’t take his eyes off the scene, but Eric was gradually moving away.
- Where are you going, my love?
- To the bathroom, Eric grumbled.
- Take all the time you need, fat boy!
Eric slams the door. John liked to call Eric that way. Perhaps he would accept his fate? Anyway, soon he’d make him fat for his own pleasure. John stretched out and sighed with a sigh of satisfaction.
Then he unbuttoned his pants. He unbuttoned his pants? He checked his abs. They were gone. Instead, a little belly was there. What was it? No, it couldn’t be! Then he touched his pecs. They were still there, but they seemed softer. What was happening to him? He rushed to his hiding place and searched among the spices. He found the bottle, but it was empty. No, no, no, he thought. He went to the bathroom where the door was locked. He could hear the tap running on the other side.
- Eric! He shouted through the door.
- Leave me alone, I need to be alone! Eric answered in a feverish voice. John understood that he was crying, choking his tears with the roar of the water. But he didn’t care.
- What did you do with the vial?!
- What vial?
- The glass vial I had put away with the spices!
- Ah… That vial. I ran out of lemon for your soup and I found this. The lemony smell wasn’t strong so I saw fit to pour the whole bottle.
John decomposed his eyes. What had Eric done? Was it the whole bottle? His eyes were listless. Then he realized that the little stomach he’d seen earlier had gotten bigger. He now had a beer belly, hairy. He froze, trying to realize what was happening to him. He put his hands on what used to be his protruding abdominals. He was horrified that the skin on his belly was slipping off his fingers. He was growing visibly bigger. He didn’t have time to notice that his hips had already merged with his belly, which had become much bigger. How much did he weigh? At least 100 kg, judging by his tight jeans. Wait a minute. His tight jeans? John barely realized how fat his body was getting, when the button on his pants cracked under the pressure of his abdomen. The button flew out from under his stunned eyes before he knocked on the bathroom door.
- What’s that? What’s the matter? Eric was intrigued.
John couldn’t answer, he was terrified to watch his body grow larger and larger without stopping. His hands had lost the prominence they’d enjoyed for so many pounds. His hairy breasts rested on his potbelly. He squeezed them to keep them from growing. It was then that his belly took up even more room. He took his hands off her breasts to rest them on her belly, containing her belly which had become huge. He weighed no less than 150 kg, just like Eric. But the effect of the potion didn’t seem to wear off. His belly pushed his fat arms away with an extra 20 kilos or so. John could no longer distinguish the color of his skin because his hair was so dense and thick. His jeans ripped to let out what looked like a buttock a few minutes earlier. His shirt tore under the pressure of his breasts and the padding on his back. He was breathing heavily. When was the slaughter going to end?
- John? You all right, John?
The lock on the bathroom door unlocked under John’s frightened gaze. He was moving his fat body to keep Eric from opening the door, in a hard step that made all the fat in his body wobble.
- No! Don’t open the door! I…
He didn’t have time to finish his sentence as his jeans ripped to expose him, leaving his legs as greasy as they were hairy. He weighed 170 kg now. He could barely stand. Was he going to fall? Was he going to get up? He took a hard step backwards and pretended to twist his ankle under his full weight. His boxer shorts ripped, freeing his penis. His erotic thoughts about Eric were still hard, but his penis was hardly distinguishable among all that fat. He weighed no less than 200 kilos. Finally, he lost his balance and fell backwards. His buttocks cushioned his fall like airbags. The shock wave moved his entire body in a symphony of fat. John was pinned to the ground, unable to get up.
But that wasn’t all, it kept getting bigger. He tried tirelessly to contain his belly, but it had become so gargantuan that he couldn’t reach its end. So he folded over his hips. But as he continued to spread out, he passed the 250 kg mark. His arms became too heavy to move and rested on his arms, which were spread out on the ground. His breasts were getting bigger and almost looked like they were merging with his double. No, wait, his triple chin! John was immobilized by his body. Was he going to recover? That’s not what his hairy belly looked like if he could talk. He just kept spreading out, hiding his pelvis so he could get up to his knees. Then, as he closed his eyes, hoping the nightmare would end, the bathroom door opened.
John opened his contrite eyes to face Eric. Eric stood there and watched what John’s body had been like before. John stopped gaining weight, he weighed 300 kilos. He was a mountain of fat covered with a forest of hair. He tried to talk, but it was too late. His cheeks as fat as his triple chin kept him from moving his jaw. Eric could only hear John’s groans. Then, when John had lost all hope of a normal life, Eric came to his ears and whispered to him:
“John, I love you, and I will always love you. Now I understand why I was getting so much bigger. Earlier, in front of the mirror, I scrutinized myself in every way and I realized that this body. This body that was given to me, it was mine. And it’s beautiful, you were right. Thank you for this precious gift.
He stepped away from John and went back to the kitchen. John could watch Eric’s fat move before it disappeared from his sight.
Mmh! Mmh! John insisted.
Eric came back, naked, revealing his greasy, hairy body. He had a hard-on. He’d equipped himself with a large funnel and a mound of sweet dessert: doughnuts, iced balls, brownies and John’s favorite dessert: yarrow.
Mmh! Mm-hmm! John moaned.
In a furtive moment, John forgot his condition in front of Eric’s naked body. It was a delight. A delight he would have the luxury of contemplating for the rest of his life.
Tutu. You weren’t planning to leave without eating what I prepared for you, were you? answered Eric lovingly as he pushed the funnel into John’s mouth. Come on, fatso, swallow!
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