Bi Guy

Alex sighed in longing as he gazed across. Moving to a new city for his job had been unexpectedly difficult, and he had consoled himself with the idea that he would hopefully find some sexy sugar daddy to love and take care of him. However, judging by the gay scene so far, there wasn’t much to write home about. No one had come up to him and there had been no more than a few fleeting glances in his direction. He knew that it was mostly his own fault. He’d thoroughly made the most of his twink physique back in college, but another five years down the line and he’d found the dad-bod had slowly been creeping up on him. He could feel his small love handles pressing against his overly tight shirt and could sense from the awkward fit of his pants that his butt was now a little too full and soft for most of the guys in here. 

So, why not go on a diet? It was something Alex had considered in the past. He’d even bought a gym subscription last January. Yet, here he was in June at least six pounds heavier still. The truth for Alex was a lot more complicated. When he gazed at his softening form in the mirror, he didn’t hate himself like most of the mainstream media wanted him to. In fact, he found something incredibly erotic about it all: the act of filling out, the plushness to his butt, the obviously underexercised appearance. He looked like a man who had settled into a content relationship of several years, happy to let himself go a little. He could even admit that he had rubbed his small paunch with appreciation more than a few times when he’d masturbated alone in his bed each night.

“They’re not quite as wholesome as they look, y’know?” Alex’s friend continued, pulling him out of his thoughts and back to observing the two incredibly handsome guys on the dancefloor. “Up until a few months ago, they used to constantly hang around with this fat guy.”

Alex looked across at his new friend wondering why such a comment was relevant. After all, there were plenty of overweight folks in this city.

“A few of us had seen both Adam and Ben kissing him… this fat guy!” he pressed on, as if delivering the most shocking news of the century.

“What? Like some sort of threesome?” Alex asked, suddenly feeling a lot more experienced than his friend for having indulged in quite a few threeways himself, back in his college days.

“No… this was way weirder,” the man pressed on. “It wasn’t like he was their equal. He was more like Adam and Ben’s pet. They both fussed over him like crazy.” He pondered how best to express himself. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. I guess you had to be there and see it. But there was a weird dynamic between them.”

“They didn’t mind that he was chubby?” Alex tried to clarify, feeling a sudden hopeful spark in himself that, maybe, in some strange universe, he could be in with a shot himself.

“Apparantely not,” the friend chuckled. “The guy pretty much doubled in size since we all first saw him,” eyes wide with the retelling of it all. “Perhaps he got too fat for them both, I don’t know. But it ended fairly abruptly and now he lives across town and doesn’t have anything to do with them.”

Alex gazed across at the two men and was surprised when one of them glanced in his direction, giving a small smile. He could feel the excited butterflies flutter and fizz in his stomach with just that single look. Had Adam and Ben just become the ultimate fantasy?

It was a few weeks after that when Alex was standing at the edge of the dancefloor yet again. No longer fresh meat, he’d found that even the curious looks in his direction had ended. He’d lived in this city for over three months and hadn’t scored with more than a handful of average-looking guys he’d met on dating apps. More than that, he’d felt the creeping mass of weight gain sticking to his body once more. He’d eaten poorly for weeks, too lazy to cook for himself and captivated by the cheap pricing of the highly competitive take-out food market in this city. For the first time ever, he’d begun to carry a slight double chin that, despite shaving daily, he hadn’t even noticed until he’d seen a picture of himself from a friend’s wedding the weekend before. He remembered how tight and strong his core had been back in college, now soft and puffy, like his chest, gathering an ever thickening layer of blubber. It was partly why he felt so fed up with being single. He needed someone to steer him in the right direction, or at least warn him when his clothes were becoming ridiculously and embarrassingly sized on him. He’d had one beer that evening and already he could feel a button straining on his shirt. What a catch he must have looked!

Three drinks in and queuing up at the bar for a fourth, Alex felt ready to head home. There was no point in being here and the fit of his clothes was making him feel more than a little self conscious. He sighed and turned, ready to head out the door when he noticed that, standing directly behind him, had been those two incredibly handsome, muscular guys: Ben and Adam. How long had they been there? Alex cringed, realising that they must have seen him from the worst possible angle, with his wide, underexercised butt squeezed into pants that used to fit like a dream.

Feeling his face flushing and unable to look away once one of them had locked eyes with him, Alex found himself mumbling an embarrassing “Hi” in their direction.

“Hey,” smiled back the one with perfect stubble, gazing at him up and down. “I like your shirt,” he smiled, reaching out and stroking Alex’s chest as if appreciating the softness of the material.

“Oh…” Alex whimpered back, unsure what to do. He hadn’t really expected an acknowledgement, let alone an undeserved compliment thrown in his direction. “It’s super old,” he replied dismissively, looking down at it himself, noting once more the strain of the buttons. “And a little too tight,” he stated, wanting the handsome men to know that he wasn’t completely stupid and unaware of how ridiculous he looked, squeezed into it like this.

“No, it’s a lovely fit,” smiled the other man, reaching out himself and stroking the material of the shirt at Alex’s side, where it clung unflattering to his love handles, pinched by the tight waistband of his pants. “We’ve been admiring it.”

“And you,” nodded the other man with an undeniable flirtation in his voice.

Alex stood, frozen to the spot. Was this some joke? Was he being made fun of? Surely this couldn’t actually be happening for real?

“So, are you going to let us buy you a drink, or what?” smiled the other man, reaching out to rest his hand on Alex’s other side, so that they both stood there, rubbing against his love handles and gazing excitedly into his eyes.

Without any real concept of what was happening, Alex allowed another beer to be bought for him. He went to sit with the two huge hunks, bookending him on either side of a small booth in an incredibly intimate, close fashion. Alex could feel their muscular thighs pressing against his own, smell their alluring cologne and became lost in his own swooning as he listened to their deep, masculine voices asking him question after question. Within twenty minutes, Alex felt like he had given them his entire life story. Perhaps it was the fact that they were so damn handsome, the men just seemed somehow more trustworthy. Then again, it could also have been his nerves; rambling on and on and on. They knew it all: his complex family set-up, his time in college, his career and current frustration at being single.

“A handsome boy like you should have no problem finding a boyfriend,” replied Adam after nodding to the bartender to send more drinks. It was the first time Alex had ever seen anyone getting table service in this place.

“Thanks,” Alex mumbled back. “But I’ve not really been looking after myself so well these last couple of years.” He pulled out his cell phone and flashed the picture he kept of him and his social group from college on his screen background. “That was me five years ago,” he sighed, as if it was all the evidence he needed to explain why he felt so down about himself.

“What? That skinny little thing?” Ben scoffed. “Nah, you look one thousand percent better now,” he grinned, rubbing Alex’s back as if he was at last building up to make a move on him.

The picture of his former physique had also seemed to do something to Adam as well, with the guy’s hand slipping down onto Alex’s knee and rubbing. “Why don’t you let us take you home and show you how fucking sexy you are?”

Alex had noted the jealous looks of the guys in the bar as he was led out by Adam and Ben. The whole time they had walked to get a cab, one of the men had had a hand on him, resting on his hip or over his shoulders. All three had squeezed into the back of the car, with Alex pressed up against them both, much like he had been in the bar. Hands slyly drifted onto his thighs whilst Adam and Ben talked animatedly to the driver about sports, completely unaware of the gentle fondling that was quietly going on in his back seat at the same time.

The guys’ apartment was immaculate, much like the men themselves. Large and spacious, overlooking the river, it was obvious that they were both well paid in their jobs. Both of them no older than their late twenties, yet living the life of men who were comfortably off after many decades of toil and hard work.

Could couches be sexy? The one in this place sure seemed so. Alex was guided to sit in the middle of it, whilst both men simultaneously removed their shirts; those stunning chests coming on show, not a single flaw on either of them. Sitting down beside him, Ben was the one to kiss him first. Then Adam took his turn whilst Ben set to work unbuttoning Alex’s shirt. In no time at all, he felt the material being pulled back over his shoulders, his chubby torso on show; bloated, puffy; belly jutting out over his belt.

Alex could hardly believe the size of the bulges in the men’s pants. Full, hard and thick iron rods threatened to burst through the material, with both men moaning in horny appreciation as Alex lowered his hand to rub them over the top of their clothes. As Ben undid his belt and unleashed his erection, Alex felt his lips magnetically drawn to it. Never in his life had he had such a beautiful dick in his mouth. Above him, Adam and Ben were kissing. Adam had dropped his pants, then Alex felt his head being guided towards that erection instead; no less impressive or stunningly sized.

As things progressed into the bedroom, Alex was surprised at how he was being handled. The intermittent sex he’d had with guys in recent times had been direct and perfunctory, with only the end goal in mind. Yet Adam and Ben’s hands lingered on the parts of Alex’s body that he had enjoyed touching himself: his chubby belly, his soft chest and fleshy thighs. At one point, Adam had been bouncing Alex’s glutes, watching Ben’s face as if he knew such a sight was going to make him irredeemably horny. Indeed, the whole thing seemed so much different to any threesome Alex had ever been in. In many ways he felt like the center of attention, yet there were so many horny glances between the couple themselves; a silent, kinky language as they got each other off to the way they were both touching and enjoying the chubby flesh of Alex’s body.

Satisfaction like this was rare in life. Alex lay in bed, letting the two men clean him up after the three of them had climaxed and made such a mess all over his body. He didn’t realise then that he would be staying the entire night, nor that the boys would be making him orgasm again, and again, and again.

It turned out that Adam and Ben worked not too far away from him in the financial district of the city. For the next week, one or the other of them would message Alex and meet up during his lunch break, treating him to something to eat and surprising him with an additional tasty treat to take back to the office. The guys had never looked hotter than they did in their smart office suits and fitted shirts. Alex could see folks turning to stare longingly as they walked past. Adam and Ben just seemed to be winners in life, no matter how you judged them: their careers, their lifestyles, their looks and enviable relationship.

“Is this from the bakery you were talking about?” Alex asked, holding a full tray of pastries Ben had just presented him with. The smell made him moan in pleasure.

“I may have asked my secretary to pop out for them this morning,” Ben smiled. “I told her I had a lunchtime meeting with a client I really needed to impress…”

“You and Adam don’t need to keep buying me lunch and presents,” Alex chuckled, unable to stop himself pulling one of the treats out and biting into it.

“I disagree,” Ben replied, flirtatiously rubbing the top of Alex’s arm as he ate.”I think a little bit of spoiling and pampering is exactly what you need! And, besides, I was hoping some sweet talking might help persuade you to head over to our place again this weekend?”

Alex swallowed hard. He’d been fantasising all week about being invited back to the boys’place. “Sure,” he replied, trying to be as casual as possible about it. He listened carefully as Ben told him their plans. They’d pick him up from his place around six on Saturday. Then they’d go out for food and drinks. There was this cute little dessert place that Adam had said he’d wanted to take Alex. Then they’d all head back to their apartment and, well... Ben was far too polite to say all the naughty things they’d get up to then!

“That sounds amazing!” Alex swooned, hardly comprehending that he’d been eating the pastries the entire time Ben had been talking. “You’d better take these off me!” he declared, trying to pass the half-empty box back. “They’re so good. Honestly, I’ll just end up eating the entire box of them.”

Ben smiled warmly at him. “Then eat them all,” he answered kindly, stroking Alex’s back affectionately. “When was the last time you just let yourself enjoy the moment like this? Without worrying about eating too much or being judged?”

Alex felt the box being pushed gently back towards him. There was so much truth in what Ben was saying. Ever since he’d started putting on weight after college, his anxiety about overeating and thoughts of people’s judgements about his body had driven him crazy. Yet, look at him now! He had one of the sexiest guys on the planet telling him it was okay to just be real with himself and have what he wanted to have.

As Alex took another pastry, he smiled happily. This whole situation was absolute heaven. He felt Ben’s sly hand sliding onto his butt, giving it a firm, appreciative pat. “I hope you know that Adam and I will never try and put you on a diet, Alex,” he whispered sweetly. “You never need to try and hold back your appetite for us.”

Alex nodded. This guy was so sweet, yet something about the way he wanted him to let go of all his old hang ups was also incredibly arousing as well. They soon parted, heading back to their respective offices. Yet, by the time Alex made it back to his desk, that entire box he had been given was indeed completely annihilated. He liked his sugary lips and smiled, not feeling ashamed for the first time in years.

There was one question that remained with Alex, despite all the many times he had been invited over to Adam and Ben’s place. Just who had that guy been that they had hung around with before him? There was no doubt in his mind that he had taken over whatever kinky role their previous third had been in their relationship. But how exactly? What was it that this role provided them both? It all seemed so one-sided. Alex was so frequently wined and dined, his wardrobe upgraded through constant gifting and shopping trips. He’d experienced so much: weekend getaways in idyllic locations, concerts and glitzy charity events. But what was it that made him so irresistible to two such successful men?

“I told you his butt would look great in these!” Adam remarked to Ben as Alex arrived in the new chinos he’d been given last weekend.

Despite being fresh out of the shower, Ben came over to kiss him straight after Adam’s turn, rubbing Alex’s bulbous backside with a cheeky smirk of appreciation. “You definitely do seem to have a knack for dressing him,” the hunk nodded at Adam.

Alex smiled happily, diverting to get a better look at his butt in the mirror himself. He’d never been particularly stylish like the boys, and he couldn’t say that he understood why Ben and Adam thought he looked so good today. To his untrained eyes, the chinos simply made his butt look even larger and unconditioned than it already was. He’d piled on so much weight since he’d been hanging out with them, becoming ever wider around his hips and waistline.

“We ordered some pizza in for you before we leave,” Ben explained, dressed now in his smart pants and decorating his beautiful body with an immaculately pressed shirt. “It’s going to be a late one.”

At that very moment, the buzzer sounded and Adam disappeared to collect the two large boxes of pizza; massaging Alex’s shoulders as he finally sat him down at the breakfast bar to start eating them. Alex couldn’t really remember when he’d become so used to eating such vast quantities. The boys had done this to him so many times, taking him out places where he wouldn’t be able to eat for several hours at a time and insisting that he ate heartily in advance to avoid hunger later.

“Oh, no!” Ben proclaimed, looking at his cell phone. “The concert’s been cancelled!”

“What?” Adam shot back in alarm. “Are you joking?” he asked, racing over to check the email his lover had just received. “Larengitis? Are they serious!”

Stuffed to the brim, Alex waddled his increasingly flabby body over to the couch. He’d started carrying so much fat on his chest in recent weeks and he could feel the ring of lard under his chin as he lay back, actually quite relieved that he didn’t need to go out straight away. He rubbed his aching stomach and tried to breathe a little easier, burping up the gas from the sodas he’d been provided with for his meal.

“Look at him!” Ben cooed after he and Adam had finished fussing about the derailed plans. “He always looks so cute after a big pizza!”

Adam smiled and walked over to drop himself down on the couch next to Alex. He kissed the bloated boy, then slipped his hand onto his stomach instead, rubbing sensuously on the area below Alex’s belly button. It was a sensation Alex had enjoyed ever since he’d first started putting on weight and he never held back from moaning in appreciation for it. 

Ben smiled at the sight, then quickly tidied up the kitchen space. He looked into the pizza boxes Alex had been eating from and tutted when he saw so many crusts had been left. “Oh dear!” he joked, picking up the box and bringing it over to the coffee table. “I hope you’re not going to waste all this?” He too dropped himself down beside Alex and, as Adam rubbed the big, soft lower belly, Ben began holding the crusts to Alex’s lips. “You’re going to need these extra carbs tonight.”

His hands resting on the two men’s muscular thighs, Alex felt his erection growing by the second as he nibbled on the cold crusts Ben was pushing into his mouth. He didn’t know how these scenarios managed to get him so aroused, but as the months had gone on, he’d come to notice a strange connection between having a full tummy and a hard-on that just wouldn’t quit.

“We should get the ice cream out for him if we’re not heading out just yet,” Adam reminded his lover.

“I already did,” Ben nodded, watching keenly as Alex obediently crunched at his fourth left over crust. “It’s warming up in the sink.”

Adam opened up Alex’s pants, lowered his zipper and fished out the guy’s comparatively average-looking dick. Up and down his big hands began stroking it as the pair of them gazed lovingly into his eyes, watching him eat. After a little time, the pizza crusts were swapped for large spoonfuls of ice cream - a new and surprisingly tasty variety.

“We’ll have to buy some more of this,” Adam noted to Ben, pleased with how clearly Alex was visually enjoying it. “This is the same stuff Pete used to like too, yeah?”

It was a name Alex had heard the boys reference to each other a couple of times before, coming to realise that this was the fat guy the boys had previously fussed over in the same manner that they now did with him. “Tell me about Pete,” he suggested between spoonfuls of ice cream.

The two men looked at each other, clearly wondering how best to broach the subject. “Pete was our first attempt at finding someone really special, like you,” Adam replied warmly.

“Did you do stuff like this with him?” Alex asked, enjoying the sensual way his dick was being played with and the ice cream delivered straight to his mouth.

“Yeah, we did,” Adam smiled. “Ben and I are of the same opinion that if we’re going to keep an extra person in our relationship, he should be very well cared for.”

“You both look after me so well,” Alex nodded, his voice becoming husky after several minutes of Adam’s expert stroking.

“We certainly like to think so,” Adam grinned, looking over at Ben who smiled back in that same conspiratorial manner.

“It gives us a lot of pleasure,” Ben nodded in agreement.

Alex enjoyed the feeling of submission and pampering. He knew how spoiled and lucky he was. He wanted to revel in it, motioning to the two men to remove their shirts for him to enjoy. “Are you going to keep looking after me like this?” he asked between kisses with them both. “Like your little pet?”

The two men laughed and looked at each other. “That’s certainly the plan,” Ben smiled, scraping the last bits of ice cream out of the tub and dropping it into Alex’s open mouth. “Adam and I have spend a lot of time discussing it. And now you’re definitely shaping up like we wanted,” he teased, stroking Alex’s double chin before delivering a deep sensual kiss.

“But where did it go wrong with Pete?” Alex asked, knowing it might spoil the mood for a moment but unsure when else he would have such a golden opportunity to ask.

“He just got a little too greedy,” Adam replied swiftly, clearly trying to shut this aspect of the conversation down quickly.

Alex felt a little deflated. So his friends at the bar had been right when they’d speculated that Adam and Ben had given up on their previous lover because he had become too big? All the guys’ talk of enjoying spoiling him was just that. Eventually he could become too heavy for them to enjoy anymore. Then it would be back to the old diets and calorie counting, hating his body all over again.

“What Adam means is…” Ben interjected, seeming to sense the rapid thoughts flowing through Alex’s brain. “Pete wasn’t content enough in his situation. Boys like you, who have been so well looked after, develop a body type that is very appealing to guys like Adam and I,” he smiled, rubbing the great mass that was Alex’s bloated middle. “Pete realised that he was quite a catch to a certain type of man and he… Well, he did some exploring behind our backs.”

Alex nodded in understanding. “I’d never do that to you guys,” he stated with absolute certainty. “I love you both so much!”

The two men above him looked at Alex and grinned proudly. “And we love you too,” Adam nodded, gazing now at the 250lb flabby boy who had declared himself so absolutely.

“And we’re going to keep on showing you how much we love you,” Ben added, actually grabbing a thick wedge of Alex’s belly fat as he whispered into the guy’s ear. “As long as it takes.”

As Alex’s weight became more and more extreme, he noticed the way certain folks had come to look at him. He had always been somewhat invisible when standing next to Adam and Ben, yet, now, whenever one of the handsome men had an affectionate hand on his thigh, or gently stroked his back, it suddenly attracted looks of confusion and, in some cases, quiet disgust. However, having both Adam and Ben lifting him up and telling him over and over again how wonderful he was, all acted like a shield against everything else: the sly comments about his weight at work, the gradual loss of the few gay friends he’d made in this city before he’d started hanging out with the boys, the uncomfortable sweatiness during the long summer heatwave.

“Look at the size of you!” complained Alex’s aunt as she gazed upon him during her trip to the city. “Does your mother know how badly you’re looking after yourself?” she scolded.

Alex tutted in annoyance. He couldn’t care less what his mother would think. He hadn’t spoken to her in three years and wasn’t about to seek her approval for gaining a few pounds.

“How have you put on so much weight since I saw you last November?” she demanded.

“I’ve just been enjoying my food,” Alex shrugged. “I stopped caring about what people think.” It was as honest as he could be. Food had become his greatest hobby. With Adam and Ben fussing over him and supporting him so much, the only major drain on his income was his rent. So what if he suddenly got hungry for take-out at ten o’clock at night? Why deny himself? The slick bakery by his office was expensive but good. Why try to limit his purchases there when he had all the cash he needed sitting in his bank account. He’d become like Adam and Ben, casual about pulling out his debit card to treat himself.

“Your mother is going to be furious when I tell her!” Alex’s prickly aunt continued, still staring with disbelief at the enormous stomach and wide hips on her once slender nephew.

“Good!” Alex laughed, deciding that this would be the last time he made an effort to see this horrible woman who hadn’t had a single nice word to say to him. He grabbed at a large wedge of belly fat and jiggled it. “There’ll be plenty more where this came from!” he declared defiantly. He’d stop by the doughnut place on the way home and not hold back. He’d tell Adam and Ben how tight his work pants felt today and they’d have some new ones bought and ready for him by Monday morning. He had a perfect life, and he didn’t need to justify it to anyone.

Adam held his hands over Alex’s eyes whilst Ben opened the door to their newly renovated bathroom. Alex knew it would be impeccable. The boys had such excellent taste. But as Adam’s hands lifted up, the beauty of it startled even him. The shower was so large and luxurious.

“We were thinking about you the entire time we were designing it,” Ben smiled, strapping his strong arm over Alex’s shoulders. “Nice wide spaces and a shower that could easily accommodate us all at the same time.”

Alex nodded. The previous shower had definitely become a bit of a squeeze for him as he’d tried to push his wider physique out through the narrow gap of the open doors. Given how much weight he had gained in the last year, it was just a matter of time before it became too challenging. “Now I won’t need to worry about having too much to eat when we go out later!” he joked, knowing exactly why all this work had been done.

Adam glanced excitedly at Ben. There was always such a kinky joy between them both whenever Alex said anything that showed his acceptance towards the inevitability of further weight gain.

“Absolutely!” Adam nodded, reaching a hand down to rub the large expanse of Alex’s butt. “You enjoy yourself!”

“We were going to ask you at dinner tonight,” Ben began, looking at Adam for his consent to proceed. “But we were thinking… maybe it’s time you moved in here with us?”

“It would certainly make a lot of sense for you,” Adam jumped in, coming in closer and sliding his hand along the underside of Alex’s hefty stomach. “You wouldn’t have to pay for that expensive place downtown and we could all see each other a lot more. You could have your own room and space to do what you wanted.”

“And we could play with you every single day!” Ben added with a kinky touch, slapping his hand onto Alex’s large underexercised rear with pride.

Alex only pretended to consider the idea as the boys set to work trying to seduce him, all of them undressing themselves in that bathroom. “So, what do you say, Big Boy?” Adam asked as Ben had slipped onto his knees to suck Alex off. “Wanna come play?”

Alex moaned loudly and nodded. Even in his wildest imagination, there was no better life that he could envision for himself. 

The move happened quickly and the boys had enjoyed clearing out Alex’s apartment for him. They’d all laughed when they’d found items of clothes, hidden at the far back of the closet, that had clearly become far too small for Alex to even consider wearing: underwear, pants, t-shirts and even a full suit. Adam had had the idea that Alex should try them on, and the boys had become almost ridiculously horny. During that final weekend, Alex had been fucked and pleasured in every sigle corner of the small apartment he had lived in for just over two years.

It would have been easy to assume that living in Adam and Ben’s apartment was going to complicate things for them. After all, the handsome boys had been together for years, enjoying the space and relaxed lifestyle they had worked so hard for. The boys were incredibly tidy, organised and disciplined in the way they went about things. In contrast, Alex felt messy and lazy, unable to stop himself from feeling guilty as they cleaned up all around him, laying back on the couch watching TV. He’d become accustomed to walking around the place with only his underwear on. Adam and Ben were the sociable type, preferring to head out to meet friends, rather than inviting them back. As such, the large apartment was a space that felt completely private and somewhere Alex felt able to unleash his laziest self.

Having Alex around seemed to make Adam and Ben fall in love with each other all over again. They relished seeing the other fussing and caring for Alex so sweetly.

“I bought Alex some extra treats on the way home,” Adam smiled, kissing Ben in the kitchen before pulling everything out of the paper bag.

Ben chuckled and pointed to the almost identical haul he had picked up himself that day: matching brand for brand. Then the pair kissed passionately, enjoying how in-sync they were with each other: soul mates.

“How’s he been today?” Adam asked, gazing across at Alex whilst embracing Ben. “Enjoying the new toy I bought him?” he chuckled, seeing the fat man on his new video game console.”

“Oh, that’s been a huge hit!” Ben nodded. “He’s barely got up off his butt all day.”

Adam strutted over to Alex and kissed him on the back of his head in greeting, reaching his hand out in front to feel up the large exposed shelf of stomach fat. “Hey, babe!” he cooed. “I missed you today.”

Engrossed in his game, Alex quickly replied that he had missed Adam too, trying to keep his focus and not lose his place in the game.

“Have you put his dinner on yet?” Adam asked, turning back to Ben.

“Of course,” Ben replied. “And I’ve kept him well fed all day.”

Behind him, Alex could hear the men kissing each other passionately again; moaning with arousal at the other’s touch.

“Is he having that ice cream as well?” Adam asked, coming up for breath.

“Absolutely! And some pastries,” Ben confirmed, yanking off Adam’s tie and skillfully unbuttoning his shirt at rapid speed. Pretty soon both men were wearing absolutely nothing at all. Ben had laid back on the table, his legs spread and ass letting a horny Adam in. Alex paused his game and turned to watch. Living here was so often like having his own live porn channel to watch daily.

“You’re such a bad boy!” Adam playfully scolded his lover as he pounded softly. That strong, muscular butt was so hot to watch in action. It was already obvious that this wasn’t going to take long.

“I learned from the best!” Ben smiled gleefully back. Then they kissed, right up until Adam came, moaning loudly and collapsing onto Ben’s athletic body, panting.

Alex smiled, knowing his turn would be coming later. He often had no comprehension of how Adam and Ben got so rapidly aroused with each other; their latest round being a prime example. Still, it was dinner time soon at least.

At first, Alex had been bereft when he heard his company was letting so many of them go. He came home and broke the news sadly to Adam and Ben, finding it surprising how quickly they both brushed it off.

“That’s fine,” Ben nodded. “We were going to suggest you drop down a couple of days anyway. It’s not like we need the money.”

“Although, we’ll have to think how best to manage his lunch and things if we’re both not here,” Adam considered thoughtfully.

“I could work from home two days a week,” Ben replied. “And you have your Friday afternoons off. It wouldn’t be too lonely for him. We could still keep up a good regime for him.”

Alex smiled. They were both so thoughtful and sweet. “I can get a new job soon enough, I’m sure” he shrugged, not wanting them both to feel this was a problem they needed to solve. However, both men shook their heads and kissed him with a surprising excitement about the prospect of him no longer heading out to work each day. It seemed like this was genuinely something they both wanted for him.

In the months that followed the end of Alex’s job, he felt his body positively ballooning. Out of bored curiosity, he attempted to put on the pants he had worn on his final day, finding that they didn’t even cover the giant mass that became his rear. It wasn’t that he couldn’t button them up, it was that fact that he couldn’t even get the two sides of the material anywhere near each other. Pounds and pounds of pure lard had been oozing onto his thighs, altering the shape of his butt entirely. At 360lbs, his stomach was softer than ever and his nipples had dropped as his chest became large, blubbery, soft and sagging. Some days, his arms felt so heavy. He carried so much fat around where his meagre biceps had once been visible. The movements of his head were a lot more restrained by the giant double chin that had swallowed his neck up almost entirely.

Tuesdays were always a boring day. Adam wouldn’t be home until late and Ben was stuck in meetings all afternoon; not even available to send him flirty messages about how hard he was going to pound his ass when he got home. He slipped on his comfiest sweat pants, not even noticing that his t-shirt didn’t quite cover the whole of his stomach until a slight chilly breeze tickled the underside of his belly about halfway to the burger place.

“I know who you are!” announced a large, stout man sitting alone on a table not so far away. “Yeah, I’ve heard all about you!”

Alex looked behind him. Was this guy, who was now moving his tray of food towards his table, really speaking to him?

“You’re Ben and Adam’s little plaything, aren’t you?” he nodded knowingly. “Well…” he chuckled to himself, “maybe not so little!”

Alex instinctively frowned. Then again, despite how large and fat this guy in front of him was, he himself was undoubtedly considerably larger.

“Geez! They really did a number on you, huh?” the guy laughed, studying the giant fat ring that encircled Alex’s face. “They tried doing the same to me,” he continued, pausing for a second as he snaffled down some french fries. “Well, they did do the same to me,” he reconsidered. “But never this far!”

“I’m sorry. Who are you exactly?” Alex asked irritably.

The guy wiped his mouth with a paper napkin, then held out his hand for Alex to shake. “I’m Pete,” he grinned. “Adam and Ben’s ex.” He looked up for a second wondering whether that was the right way to phrase it. “Well, sort of… you know. Adam and Ben are their own special thing. They used to refer to me as their pet. As I’m sure they do with you.”

“They’ve never openly called me that,” Alex shrugged. He’d been so curious about the mysterious previous lover, Pete. Yet, now that the guy was here, sitting right in front of him, all Alex wanted was for him to go away and leave him alone. He bit into his burger, feeling rumbling in his stomach after listening to Pete ramble on. 

“Those sly fuckers!” Pete chuckled. “They say you were pretty slim when they first got their hands on you? I was never slim myself,” he continued, munching and talking at the same time. “I always had a bit of a belly on me, even when I was in high school. My first boyfriend used to tease me for it. But then I started hanging out with Adam and Ben when I was about twenty three….” he laughed, remembering fondly. “It was such a wild fucking time! I’d never eaten so much in my entire life. I just remember my pants getting tighter and tighter and tighter. I was easily packing on at least two pounds a week, every single week.”

Pete paused in order to take down his food as if he expected Alex to speak next and progress their conversation. Was he really the subject of so much gossip? He imagined all the speculation down at the old gay bar he used to go to, cringing slightly. “Well, I guess I’ve put on a bit of weight,” he conceded. “It wasn’t really intentional though.”

Pete blasted a laugh. Then, recognising that Alex wasn’t joking, he flushed a little and appeared to try and tread more carefully. “You’re serious?” he asked, as if still expecting Alex to say otherwise. “Maybe it wasn’t intentional from your point of view,” he explained kindly. “But this is exactly what Adam and Ben would have been planning from the start. They’ll have been getting off on all this for the whole time you’ve been with them,” he stated knowingly, indiscriminately pointing at the shape of Alex’s body, as if he was all just one large flabby mess.

“I just like my food,” Alex tried. “They’ve actually been really good about it…” he began explaining. “You see…”

“Trust me,” Pete stopped him, putting a friendly hand on Alex’s shoulder.  “There’s not a single thought about food in your head that those kinky little fuckers didn’t put there themselves. You really think you can go from being a little chubby to this?” he emphasised, gesturing with his hands to Alex’s immense size.”They’ve been training and cajoling you into eating, until it’s pretty much the only thing you can think about.”

Alex scoffed and shook his head.

“It’s fun. Believe me, I know. I lived your life,” Pete pressed on. “But I’m more into chasers than feeders, like those two. I wanted to play around a bit more, which was why we parted ways. I would have been absolutely huge otherwise,” he nodded, staring wide eyed at the size of Alex, like he was some sort of freak show.”And that’s something I know for a fact! I overheard them talking about it one night, how heavy they wanted to grow me. They were getting each other off as they discussed it.”

“And what did they say?” Alex asked, unable to hide that he was now starting to believe every word.

Pete paused, seeming to consider whether he had said too much. “It’s probably best that you don’t know,” he mumbled awkwardly.

“No, tell me!” Alex insisted.

Again, Pete squirmed. “Well, Adam won’t let you get to the point that you can’t leave the flat. But Ben’s going to make sure you getting pretty fucking close!”

Was Pete right? Alex found himself drifting into his thoughts. He had always liked being a little chubby and well cared for. But Adam and Ben had undoubtedly taken that baton and run with it. The food, the enablement and praise; it had all been there from the very beginning. Was he really just some pet piggy for them?

That afternoon, Alex had fallen asleep in front of the TV. He awoke to a kiss from Adam, freshly back from the gym and looking as pumped as he had ever seen him. “Sorry I’m running a little late, honey,” Adam smiled. “I ordered you some dinner from the Chinese place,” he continued, rubbing an affectionate hand down Alex’s flabby arm.

It took a couple of minutes for Alex’s foggy mind to recall the conversation he had had with Pete that afternoon. He waddled slightly into the bathroom where Adam was clearing himself off, cheerily humming as he soaped up that delicious body of his: the muscles and six pack, his perfect, strong frame.

Adam caught sight of Alex watching him. He grinned wickedly, soaping up his dick which had immediately stiffened at the sight of him. “I hope you’re ready!” he called cheekily. “It’s my turn to fuck you tonight!”

Ben arrived home not long after that. He’d clinched a massive deal at work and had brought home a giant bottle of champagne, along with a full tray of glistening doughnuts for Alex. He yanked off his tie and breathed a sigh of relief to be home, accepting a large, congratulatory kiss from a half naked Adam. The buzzer sounded and Ben disappeared downstairs to collect the Chinese takeout Adam had ordered for Alex; returning and emphasising loudly how good it all smelt, as if to get Alex riled up and ready to eat.

Alex sat down for his meal. There really was so much food here. True, his knowledge of nutrition wasn’t great, but Adam and Ben’s was. They would have known that this was a selection of the most calorific options on the menu: fatty meats, thick sauces and carb-loaded like nothing the pair of them would ever touch themselves. He began eating as Ben popped the champagne and poured them all a glass. Success never failed to make the boys horny. They kissed and fondled each other, causing quite the distraction as Alex almost lost track of how much he was eating.

“It’s yout turn to fuck Alex tonight,” Ben reminded his lover between kisses.

Adam looked up. “Oh, he knows!” he grinned wickedly. “As soon as he finishes those doughnuts, my dick is going straight inside!” he laughed, returning to kiss his lover.

Was now the right time to tell them both that he’d seen Pete? To say that they had chatted and that Alex now had a much clearer understanding of why these beautiful guys were actually keeping him around? Where would he even start?

“You’d better eat a little faster,” Ben teased him, grabbing hold of Adam’s dick. “He’s hard as a rock for you!”

Fuck! Alex was horny for that dick. Did the boys think he’d eat more whilst under pressure like this? Was speed one of their tactics to make him eat so much? Was this why his stretched out stomach could ache for hours after his evening meal? Regardless of the reasoning behind it, he began eating at an insane pace, forcing it down as quickly as possible so that he could switch from doughnuts to dick.

“You’re so clever,” Adam whispered to Ben, kissing him passionately once more.

Stuffing, stuffing, pushing it all down, Alex knew he was playing exactly into the boys’ hands. But what did it matter? He loved this life. He loved his chubby body and how admired it was by these stunning men. Perhaps he had always known their true nature. Maybe that was why he had never wanted to leave their sides. After all, Pete had been right, he was their obedient little pet. A pet piggy, growing for their pleasure every single day. He didn’t need to hear them say it. His ass would swell, his belly would sag, he’d take on more and more food. He’d become what they wanted, for it had also become what he wanted too. 

He winced slightly as Adam entered him back in the bedroom and sucked greedily on Ben’s perfect hardness. He didn’t care what anyone else had to say about it. 

Another gulp of cream travels down your throat. Your cock buzzes and throbs.

You were nervous about the meeting; you'd never been fed before. You’d always wanted to gain, but the societal pressure around you was too much. Now, a freshman at university, you were free from parental control. Free from those small-town attitudes. Free to experiment with your kink. Free to give into your deepest desires.

'Mmffth!' you moan around the tube in your mouth. Every time you swallowed, a ring around your cock vibrated. Your devious feeder had connected the ring and the tube electronically. 

A finger traced your cock from base to tip. A thumb rubbed a pearl of precum over the head of your leaking cock.

Another swallow. The cock ring tightens. He smirks as he watches you writhe. He keeps you on edge.

You're so close. Precum flows down the side of your throbbing cock. He uses it like lube. You're getting full. The sweet cream takes up every inch of space inside you. But you can’t stop – not yet. You need to cum.  

You swallow again and again. Pleasure rides up your cock. You need more. You open your throat to the tube.

More. Faster. More pleasure. More!

You guzzle and gulp, ignoring the pain and pressure building in your bloated cream filled tummy.

You yelp in surprise. Feeder lifts up your legs. He plants his face between your smooth cheeks. A tongue runs along your taint.  

'Hrnnrghnnnnnnfthfthfth!' you lose control. Your Adam's apple bobs. The vibrations around your cock are constant now. The ring around your cock rolls up to that sensitive spot just just below the head of your cock. It stays there.

You're going to - oh fuck. You're cumming! 

Your wicked feeder laughs as he watches rope after rope of cum splatter across your distended cream-filled belly. Your feeder slides tongue across your tummy. He kisses you, snowballs you with your own cum. Feeding you one last serve of cream.

'Same time next week?' he asks.

You nod your head enthusiastically. You're panting too hard to speak.

*****

You step on the scale. 150 pounds. The heaviest you've ever been. Twenty pounds in a month. All thanks to your twice-weekly feedings sessions.

Feeder slaps your ass. The fresh pudge jiggles.

'It's a good start,' he taunts with a devilish glint in his eye.

'But we're just beginning,' he holds your gaze, looking down at you, his eyes smouldering with lust. Your cock throbs.

'Get in', he gestures to the machine.

You don't need to be told twice.

He hinted that he had upgraded the machine but hadn't told you what to expect. A blindfolds covers your eyes. Straps bind your wrist and ankles to the bed. You're at his mercy.

He puts the tube in your mouth. You suck, greedily, savouring the delicious cream. He won't tell you what he puts in it. But that doesn’t matter. It’s making you fatter and that's what you want. You’ve been catching yourself daydreaming in class, cock twitching at the mere thought of the cream.

A wet sensation hits your ass. His tongue? A finger? No. It's smooth, metallic, and hard. It pushes inside you. You gasp.

The tube slips from your mouth. Precious cream spills onto your chest. Briefly, you're unsure and hesitant. Is this what you want?

'It's okay cutie; you’re safe, I promise this will make you feel really good – just give it a go, we can stop if you don’t like it,' your feeder reassures you.

He pats your softening tummy, pinching a little fat roll that's begun to form around your belly button. That's all the reassurance you need. You nod, and he places the tube back in your mouth. Sweet delicious cream fills your mouth. You moan.

The ring around your cock vibrates. Then - the metallic rod inside your ass conducts a slight electrical current. Right onto that special spot inside you. You jump. You barely keep your mouth on the tube as you let out another horny moan. Your eyes flutter.

You're so distracted by the pleasure you briefly stop sucking again. But the moment you stop sucking, so do the vibrations on your cock and the electric tingling in your ass. You need more. You can't let it stop. It feels so good. You open your throat to the cream and start chugging. You need more. You must have more.

You hear your feeder laugh as you start writhing around. You manoeuvre yourself to get the metallic rod deeper inside you. Hips bucking to fuck yourself on it. You chug the cream.

Desperate. Horny. More. MORE.

Thick jets of cum explode from your cock drenching your face and chest. Your cream mixes with cream spilled from the tube. Your vision blackens. You thrash your head from side to side.

Breathing heavily through your nose, you keep your mouth around the tube. You’re almost sad the session is already over. You still have room for more. A tiny trickle of cream flows into your mouth. The gentlest of vibrations wracks your body in its post orgasmic state.

You can't see him, but your feeder watches the show. Curious to see what you’ll do next.

You whimper as you tentatively suck a tiny bit more cream into your already cream-filled belly. Your cock twitches in response, ready to go again. You’ve always been a horny boy, with terrible willpower. Staying up late at night to goon to fat boys and thoughts of getting fatter.

You need it. More cream. More pleasure.

Within moments you’re sucking on that tube as if your life depends on it. Your belly bulges.

‘Good boy, that’ll put a nice fat ass on you,’ your feeder teases. He holds out his phone, recording you as you moan and writhe.

A second mind-breaking orgasm wracks your body. You’re reduced to a messy puddle of sweat and cum. You pass out into post coital bliss.

Your feeder examines a display showing the amount of cream you just drunk. He smirks to himself - You broke your previous record by over 50%.

He has you right where he wants you. 

*****

You strain your weak arms as you fight your pants. You only bought these size 34 jeans a month ago. You couldn’t have gone up another size already? Could you?

None of your twink clothes fit. You catch a view of yourself in the mirror. Your belly presses against your tight shirt. A juicy roll of fat threatens to spill out of the bottom if you raise your arms. Your ass spills over the top of your unbuttoned jeans like a shelf. Your grab it. Its so soft. You slap it. It jiggles. Your thighs strain the denim. Love handles spill over the waistband. You’ve turned into a voluptuous pear-shaped boy. A fat pudgy ex-twink. Just like you always wanted. Your cock gets hard.

You snap a photo for your feeder, captioning it - Running late – can’t find anything that fits.  

With a struggle you get the jeans over your ass. You try to button them. But your fat ass and thighs won’t co-operate. Breathless, you give up. You can’t win this battle. You realize it doesn't matter anyway. Its dark out and you’re just going across campus to see your feeder. Nobody is going to see. You slip on a hoodie and leave your dorm.

It’s been three months since you met feeder. You're 195 pounds. Up 65 pounds. All of it pure fat. You shudder as you feel your hoodie cup your lovehandles as you walk. You’re spending a whole long weekend with your feeder. He promised to have you over 200 pounds by the end of it. He's feeding you several times a week now. It’s on your brain constantly. It’s so distracting. Your constantly hungry. Constantly horny. You’re falling behind on your studies. Your losing sleep gooning to your own fat.

A rational part of your mind screams in desperation as bangs on the walls of your lust-fueled, hedonistic gainer-brain.

What am I doing to myself?

Maybe I should my feeder we should slow down?

You cross campus, jeans unbuttoned. Your thick thighs chafe. You were never a fit boy but you’re shocked at how much harder the three flights of stairs up to feeder’s dorm are.

Panting and red faced you knock on his door. You decide you’ll tell him to slow down. This is getting out of hand.

He opens the door shirtless. His hot body on display. You forget about telling him to slow down.  You’re putty in his hands. An obedient dough boy to fondle and fatten. You beg him for more.

201 flashes at you from the scale by the end of a hedonistic long weekend.

'I have another toy I'd like to try with you', your feeder smirks. You know that smirk. It means your going to get fatter. The rational part of your mind pleads with you, begging you to refuse. Your cock throbs, and the plea falls on deaf ears. You consent, horny for more.

The new toy is a sensor and an electrode. The sensor attaches to the roof of your mouth— the electrode is placed right over your prostate. You yelp as there’s a bit of pain as the electronics are embedded within you. They can’t be removed without feeders help.

'The sensor detects the sugar and fat content anything you're eating; the electrode will go off correspondingly, pleasuring you,' he explains.

You say goodbye and head home. Your jeans rip as you walk up the stairs to your room. A jock from your class sees you. He laughs at you. He tells you your ass is out of control. His hand slaps your ass. You blush and rush to your room.

You slam the door behind you.

Panting, sweaty, embarrassed and so horny. You look down to see a went tent soaked with pre.

You grab your roommate’s milk from the fridge. He won’t even notice if you just have a glass. The milk flows over the sensor in your mouth. The electrode in in your prostate tingles. You gasp in pleasure.

More.

Eschewing the glass, you chug directly from the half gallon bottle.

Animalistic with need. Your belly peeks out the bottom of your shirt. Your rip your destroyed jeans off. You fish out your cock and start pumping it whilst standing in front of the fridge. Thankful your roommate isn't home.

Pump and chug, pump and chug, pump and chug.

Your prostate is on overdrive. Your brain floods with dopamine. But before you can cum - you run out of milk, and the pleasure stops. You whine with needy frustration. Blue balled. Even though your feeder drained three loads from you today already – You need it again...

You open a delivery app; you don’t even think twice about ordering a two for one pizzas deal. You desperately forage for anything sweet and fattening whilst you wait. You can't stop yourself. You’ll pay your roommates back later.

You’re a flustered mess by the time you answer the door for the pizzas. You answer the door wearing nothing but pre-soaked underwear that is two sizes too small.

The pizza boy is familiar. It’s the jock who saw you rip your pants. He raises an eyebrow at you your visible erection. He pushes into your apartment. He sees the carnage of your gluttony. His shirt comes off. His abs press against your soft, full gut.

You moan with need as he grabs your fat ass.

He fucks you right in the living room floor. Your ass wobbles with every thrust.

He’s enjoying himself, the vibration on your prostate also stimulating his cock. He quickly figures out it only works if you’re eating. You feel your belly hang lower and lower as he makes you eat every bite.

You feel his cock tense as a creamy load fills you.

You look up at him in a daze. You push your ass back into his crotch.

‘M-more?' you whimper.

*****

Your roommates kicked you out. You couldn’t blame them after you were caught getting fucked in the common area by the pizza delivery jock. Especially after being caught the third time.

Your feeder’s fit body slaps against your wide blubbery one. Waves of pleasure rock your body in time with the ripples cascading through your blubber as your feeder thrusts into your ballooning rump.

He roughly grabs your hips and shakes your 320-pound body.

Leaning over, he bites your ear, 'Not long until your belly touches the floor when I fuck you!'

You moan, 'P-Please make it happen faster!'

He laughs at you, 'Such an impatient piggy, you've already grown so much so fast, but you just can't control yourself, can you?'

He isn't wrong. Ten months of gluttony and hedonism have transformed you. You've almost gained 200 pounds – and the gains were accelerating. A pound of fat a day was your standard.

Some part in the back of your mind squeaks in protest. This is getting out of hand; you need to stop. You’re more than twice the twink boy you used to be!

Your feeders cock forces that silly thought out of your head as he rams against your prostate. You feel your entire body jiggle as each thrust ripples up your ass, love handles and belly.

You're in heaven. How could you stop? 

He puts the tube in your mouth - You suck greedily without needing to be told. Your ass and cock vibrate. You suck harder.

Faster. More.

'So fucking fat,' your feeder cries out with lust, 'Can't believe you were a twink at the start of the year!'

You feel his seed fill your ass. But you don't stop chugging the cream. He might be done, but you're not yet. Who cares if you've already cum five times today. It's the weekend; you don't have anything better to do. Or is it? You can't remember. The days were starting to blur.

When not with your feeder you spent your days at the dining hall. Your classmates watch in horror as you go up for seconds, thirds, fourths and fifths. A couple of the down-low feeder jocks who can’t get enough of your ass often sneak your lardass back to their rooms after the spectacle. You’re a fat little ex-twink slut. The attention is intoxicating.

Your gut grazes against the bedsheets as you cum into your soft underbelly for the sixth time that day. Your feeder gets up to check the vat of fattening slop you've been gorging on.

'Oh shit,' he says, a note of seriousness in his voice. You ask him what's wrong. He looks at you nervously.

'Uh, I may have accidentally put the wrong brownies in the cream mix. They were uh-weed brownies for the party later.'

You're not convinced it's an accident. You're a little annoyed. An hour later, you're at the party – stoned out of your mind. You forget being annoyed.

'Feed me, I'm hungrryyy,' you moan. The munchies have hit you like a truck.

He takes you to an upstairs room at the party. You pant. Your short fattened body struggling to carry all the nearly two hundred pound of fat you stacked on. You're so unfit.

Your feeder opens a door. A group of naked horny guys are waiting. As are two cheesecakes. Your cock is hard and leaking in an instant.

‘You want?’ Feeder asks.

You respond by getting on your knees and grabbing a fistful of cake.

Your gut touches the floor by the end of the night.

'Happy birthday piggy,' feeder coos. It barely registers, you’re engrossed in licking cake and cum from your fingers. Your hole twitching and leaking cum as the electrode continues to vibrate inside you with every lick.

*****

A young man lays on his back, propped up on a wall and a steel reinforced bed. His cascading flesh is lined with angry stretchmarks. His face angelic and round. His eyes dull, his pupils dilated.

A metallic rod whirrs as it thrusts into the huge boys ass. Electrodes connected to his nipples. A pleasant tingly charge courising through them. An immense belly has buried his cock. But you still hear the vibrating cock ring milking him beneath all that fat. You doubt the young man could touch himself if he wanted.

A tube sits in the boy’s mouth connected to a gallon-vat of a thicky creamy substance. The cream is laced with appetite stimulants, libido enhancers and weed.

'More,' the young man demands. It's an obscene demand - To any outsider, at least.

You look at your beautiful boy. He’s more fat than boy. His thighs ripple with cellulite. His arms are bigger than his waist used to be. He’s always had a big fat ass – and even laying down you can see it getting close to spilling over the side of the bed. His tits are the size of your head and rest atop his glorious belly which cascades in flowing rolls of fat. His body is a temple of hedonism.

And you worship at that temple every single day.

Your boy can’t leave the bed unassisted, and soon you know he won’t be able to at all. His small weak twink body buried under hundreds of pounds of lard and weakened further by inactivity. He doesn’t wear clothes anymore. Nothing fits anyway – and he hasn’t left the house in months. He’s entirely dependent on you – all the does is lay in bed and demand to be made fatter. Sucking down delicious cream night and day.

'MORE!' he roars! You jump in surprise. The demand breaking your daydreaming. Your impatient needy boy needs more. You check the vat. He’s already finished an entire gallon of cream this morning. Is his appetite still increasing?

'Hold on, babe, I'll whip up another,' you assure him.

'Hurry!' he whimpers, as if he might starve.

You set to work whipping up another batch of the 10000 calorie concoction, reflecting on how life has changed since you met your feedee two years ago.

After he got kicked out of college you took him in and set up an adult streaming service to pay for his massive food bill. Thousands of people live stream daily as they watch your boy grow. Extra money is made on the side when you whore him out. He doesn’t care. In fact he likes to meet new people and is happy to be groped, fucked and fondled if it enables his lifestyle. It’s so successful, neither of you have to actually work.

You lured him in. Pampered him and gave him a never-ending cycle of pleasure. You enabled him, protected him from all the consequences of his weight gain. You turned his horny twink libido against him. You used sexual pleasure, food and drugs to flood his mind with so much dopamine that he lost control of himself. You ratcheted up his hunger and libido to the point where everything else in his life became secondary. You became the only way he could satiate his needs.

In two years transformed a shy little twink who was just dipping his toe into the gaining community into a greedy, bratty insatiable blob. A gainer icon. Now the only thing that matters to him is more. His kink had consumed his life.

You manipulated his body and mind. Turning him into a walking pleasure factory. You crushed every ounce of resistance he had – and it was so so easy.

You look at a screen which displays the livestream. It shows feedee's current weight - 599 pounds. Hundreds of horny comments are egging him on - praising him. Warping his perception even further. You heft the gallon of creamy slop back to the feeding room.

You enter the room and watch as your pet leans his head forward and sucks on the tube. There's only scraps of liquid. Like sucking the last vestiges of a milkshake through a straw. 

You know you should stop him. But he looks so happy. Besides, you love him and hes such a good boy. He deserves to get everything he wants. A life of hedonistic pleasure with no responsibilities. You and your machines taking care of his every need. What more could a boy want?

He whimpers and writhes on the bed. Shoving the metallic dildo deeper against his prostate. He looks at you, pleading as he suckles the tube. You can tell what he’s thinking.

Hungry. More. Feeder, please more. Need more. 

'It's okay, cutie. I've got the next batch here for you.’

You refill the vat. He sucks on the tube. The cream reaches his tongue. He wriggles his enormous body as pleasure flows throw him.

The electronic display dings – The chat goes wild. Thousands of dollars flood in within seconds. The screen in front of the bed sparkles with bright colours. In giant writing ‘600 pounds’ appears.

'Such a good boy.'

You use one of the machines to help you roll your boy over. Another supports his weight as he's moved into a doggy position.

Your grab his smooth blubbery ass. His skin beautiful and clean. Moisturised and rubbed every day by you and the machines you've developed.

‘Look how happy you made all those people,' you coo as you mount him.

He moans in pleasure but never stops sucking on the tube. You lose yourself in the ex-twinks 600 pound body. Thrusting his enormous shelf of an ass.

The thought of being 600 pounds and the cascade of rippling fat triggers an orgasm in your boy. His fatpad oozes with cum. You watch as his beady eyes fixate on the LED display.

Next goal 650 pounds - Five times original weight.

He pushes his ass against you the best he can. He's telling you he wants it to be fatter – and wants it as fast as possible.

Suck. Swallow. Pleasure. Cum. Suck. Swallow. Pleasure. Cum. This is the pattern you taught him, repeated over and over, and over. It's his mantra. It's his purpose. It’s his addiction. All thoughts of a successful career and a normal life have fled his empty head.

You groan as you pump a load into his twitching hole. He whines as you withdraw. You quickly replace your cock with the metallic rod. He stays in that position. Eyes glued to the screen as more horny comments come in. The dial ticks to 601. You leave your boy to it.

Five orgasms and a nap later – Your feedee has finished another bucket of fattening slop. He wheezes out his siren call.

'More…'

You shake your head in amusement. He's extra greedy today. If he keeps up this pace he might be 650 within a month. Your cock goes rock solid at the thought.

A smirk crosses your face. Your already thinking of new ways keep him gaining at this breakneck speed.

Besides, if your pet ex-twink wants more.

Who are you to refuse him?

After all - you trained him like Pavlov's dog.

...Or rather, Pavlov's Pig.

____

On the treadmill, Duncan talked about himself, effortlessly chatting away even as the set programme automatically increased the speed of the belt, the whole machine raising up and down with the incline. 

Sam could feel the sweat rolling off his forehead. He took a swig from his drink but he still knew he couldn’t keep up with Duncan tonight. His muscles still ached from the previous night’s workout. He was sore and depleted. He smashed his hand down on the button to lower the speed, cancelling the exercise programme he had started with Duncan. “I’m out!” he gasped, feeling his legs turn to jelly as the belt beneath him quickly decelerated to a pace he only had to walk to. 

Duncan laughed. “Aw, buddy!” he mocked. “You’re not giving in already tonight, are you?”

Sam stepped off, stooping until he dropped down onto the nearest bench and tried to catch his breath. He could tell that Duncan wasn’t really disappointed at him for quitting. This seemed to be what he liked best about coming to the gym: showing everyone else how much fitter and more capable he was than the rest of them; increasing the speed of the treadmill even now, just to demonstrate how easy it all was for him. Only a light coating of sweat showed against his broad, powerful chest, making him look even more imposing and awe-inspiring. 

After ten minutes, Duncan found him again, strutting across and taking over as Sam struggled to set up the weights for his chest press. Even after such an intense cardio session, Duncan handled the giant metal discs with ease, barely making them clatter once as he expertly slid them onto the bar. Without being asked, he stood behind to catch the bar should Sam struggle to complete the full reps. It was a favor Sam had no hope of reciprocating, given how extreme the weights Duncan lifted himself. Even the guy’s encouragement seemed hollow and patronising, given how pathetically weak he must have looked to a toned, muscular adonis like Duncan.

“I’m taking my girlfriend away this weekend,” Duncan declared. “A nice little, romantic cabin in the woods,” he smirked, like a man who knew he was about to have a full weekend of sex. “She wanted to see the Fall colors, but I can’t see her leaving the bed much!” he joked, like Sam was just another one of his straight buddies who would clap him on the back for his great sexual prowess. 

Sam nodded and smiled as Duncan flipped his cell phone around to show him a picture of the place he had booked: stunning social media fodder and very expensive-looking. How Sam envied that girlfriend! Oh, the things he would have done to experience a dirty weekend with Duncan! “It looks nice!” he smiled.

“Have I ever shown you a picture of my girlfriend?” Duncan asked, clicking through his gallery and smirking as though he was trying to find a picture that was safe to be shown in public. “Here she is,” he finally declared, flipping the cell phone around again.

Sam tried his best to conceal his surprise. It was the large double chin that made his eyes bulge slightly. Short and round under Duncan’s great arm, the woman’s stomach and hips looked as though they had been inflated by a giant pump. Gorgeous Duncan’s girlfriend was undoubtedly obese.

Seeming to know exactly what Sam was thinking, Duncan turned the cell phone back around and smiled in delight at the image he had shown. “She’s a greedy little thing!” he chuckled to himself. “She’s put on a lot of weight since I asked her out. She says she’s on a diet at the moment,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes as though he didn’t take that at all seriously. “But I’ll just pick up a tub of ice cream on the way over to her place later and she’ll still have the whole thing eaten by the time she falls asleep.”

Duncan chuckled to himself once more, staring at the image some more: their dramatically contrasting bodies; the outline of an ever so slightly erect bulge pressing against the tight material of Duncan’s gym shorts; an image that Sam would undoubtedly be touching himself to later on when he tried to recall it in his mind in the privacy of his own apartment. But, right now, Sam didn’t really know how to respond. Should he say something about how cute they looked together? How pretty she was? He didn’t know the rules.

“She’s a lucky girl,” Sam finally stated, feeling that he couldn’t leave it a second longer to reply. He regretted his careless phrasing immediately. He always tried to hide his attraction to Duncan so carefully, yet it always tumbled out of him in awkward moments such as these, every single time.

Duncan grinned from ear to ear. It seemed impossible that such a handsome face should exist atop of such a fine,perfect body. “Oh, absolutely!” he smirked, seeming to know just how much this quiet, polite twenty-two year old would love to suck him off. “She’s a very lucky girl!”

Many may have pondered Duncan’s usual choice of girlfriend. But, for Sam, the answer seemed obvious. Duncan was into that big, fat-girl look, and the fact that he didn’t try to hide that preference only seemed to increase his sexual appeal. Having a crush on a guy was one thing, but knowing that that man was also a kinky, horny devil was adding a whole new layer to Sam’s quiet infatuation with him. Over the weeks, Duncan’s shared images of his girlfriend only seemed to show her becoming rounder and rounder. Yet the man stood proud, knowing that he was the mastermind behind all of it.

“How’s your girlfriend?” Sam asked one week. It was a habit he had got into after that one time Duncan had shown him a picture of himself with his girlfriend at the beach. Shirtless and sculpted, Sam had wanted to burn the image onto his retina for all eternity. Maybe, one of these weeks, another such shirtless image would be shown to him, providing that he kept asking about what Duncan had been up to with his girlfriend.

“We broke up,” Duncan replied casually. “She’s decided to start her weight loss journey,” he smirked, as if quoting her phrasing exactly. “And she feels that it will be a lot easier to do that if we weren’t together.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Sam shot back; his face full of sympathy. The gym was oddly quiet that evening and the lack of people suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Duncan furrowed his eyebrows. “She’s absolutely right,” he chuckled. “It’s the smartest thing she’s done since I asked her out.”

“She’s a fool, giving up a guy like you,” Sam tried to counter. He’d been wound up for the last half an hour by how beautifully tight Duncan’s gym shorts were; not forgetting the musky scent of his pumped body. The fact that the guy was now single was sending jolts of pure lustful fantasies to soar through his brain, no matter how impossible it was that they would ever come true in real life. 

“She’s really not!” Duncan laughed even as he took a large swig from his protein supplement.

“She is!” Sam exclaimed. “If I was with a man like you, I would…” he stumbled, realising he should have thought of how he was going to finish the sentence before he’d started it. “I’d do anything,” he finally stated.

A bright but wicked smile spread over Duncan’s face. “You see, that’s exactly what I need,” he nodded, patting Sam on the back. “Someone who will just do what I say, when I say it. Is that too much to ask?”

“I don’t think so,” Sam replied, nodding his head emphatically. The feeling of Duncan’s large hand on his back just made him want to say whatever he believed the man would most want to hear. Perhaps that was why Duncan was keeping it there, causing all the blood in Sam’s body to head south.

“You think I could ever find someone who would do that for me?” he asked, looking straight into Sam’s eyes. “Someone who would eat what I told them to eat? Wear whatever clothes I thought suited them best? Someone who would really care about keeping my dick hard as much as possible?”

Sam swallowed. He’d had a few homoerotic chats with straight guys back in college, but this was actually making his heart race and his skin turn clammy with sweat. “Absolutely!” he answered a little more timidly. Fuck! Was Duncan really talking about his dick? That perfect, oversized bulge Sam had swooned over for months?

Raising an eyebrow, Duncan went to take another drink from his protein shake and then stopped. He looked at it for a second, then back at Sam. “Here,” he offered, pushing the spout towards Sam’s mouth. “Drink.”

“What? Why?” Sam replied, caught off-guard by the request.

“Do I need a reason?” Duncan smirked, shaking the almost completely full bottle and holding it close to Sam’s mouth.

Wanting nothing more than to keep this sexually charged conversation going, Sam reached out his hands to take the bottle as he tilted his head to take a sip. However, Duncan’s large hand did not move to let him take the flask. Instead, the muscular hunk was pouring it in, with Sam awkwardly dropping his hands to the side instead. His lips clamped around the spout Sam had the odd sensation of subservience, like he was committing an act not too dissimilar to sucking Duncan’s actual dick. Yet, as he swallowed, the big man seemed to have no intention of letting him stop until every last drop was gone. Sam searched the guy’s face, looking for clues about what was really going on behind those wicked, electric eyes. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.

“Good boy!” Duncan smirked the moment the entire bottle had been drained to the back of Sam’s throat.  “That’s over a thousand calories right there!” he chuckled, patting Sam’s middle as the guy tried to discreetly burp up the air he had accidentally swallowed.

“Really?” Sam asked, surprised that a protein shake could be so ridiculously calorie dense.

Duncan nodded. “Yeah, it’s great for guys like me,” he smiled, flexing his bicep almost into Sam’s face. “Not so good for boys like you,” he laughed, squeezing Sam’s comparatively puny arm.

The weight of all that liquid was sitting heavily in Sam’s stomach. He groaned, rubbing his middle. “That’s going to take ages to work off on the treadmill.”

Duncan laughed, wrapping his big arm over Sam’s shoulders and pulling him away. “Nah, your workout is over, buddy,” he replied. “You can come help me with my reps instead.”

Inexplicably, Sam found himself doing exactly as he was told, following Duncan around from one machine to another and holding the man’s sweaty towel.

Duncan looked around, seeing that the place was still eerily quiet. “Looks like everyone’s at home watching the big game tonight,” he chuckled. “How about I give you a little treat?” he winked at Sam, already leading the way back to the changing rooms. “Sit there,” he ordered the moment they were inside. 

Again, Sam only did as he was told; his brain working overtime trying to catch up with what was happening to him. At the very least, he knew he’d had some fantastic views of Duncan working out to masturbate to when he got home later.

With the satisfied grin of a man who knew he was the ultimate fantasy of so many, Duncan began undressing himself for the showers, slipping off his underwear and pointing a finger straight at Sam. “Now, you stay right there!” he teased, like telling off a naughty puppy as he climbed into the open showers space. “Staaay!” he repeated, like he expected the horny Sam to jump on him at any moment. “Good boy!”

Sam could hardly believe what was happening. Of course Duncan was completely hung. He’d suspected as much from the many glimpses of the bulge he’d had over the last six months of knowing the guy. His dick was an absolute genetic masterpiece.

Soaping up his muscular body, Duncan seemed to drink in the quietly lustful glances from Sam. Round and round, Duncan massaged his pecs and ran his hand up and down his tight, chiseled stomach. Those big hands then reached down into his groin, scrubbing his shaft just a little too long not to be playing with it, at least a little. He turned gently, giving Sam a look at his perfectly sculpted back and deliciously pert and muscular butt cheeks. It was as if the man had known every last sexual fantasy that had wandered through Sam’s head for the last few months, and he was here, now, playing up to every last one of them. Look, but don’t touch.

“Towel,” Duncan ordered, reaching his hand out as he returned from the showers, still just soapy enough to give his body that perfect, glistening shine.

Duncan jumped to attention, delivering right away. Finally, an opportunity to stand close to that statuesque, naked body.

“How was the show?” Duncan asked, holding the towel but still not using it.

Sam faltered. How was he supposed to respond? He’d tried and failed to hide his attraction to Duncan for months. Was it time to just be honest?

“Well?” Duncan pressed him.

“Amazing!” Sam replied. “Your body is just… incredible.”

Duncan nodded knowingly. “Do you want to suck my dick?” he asked plainly.

Sam’s eyes widened. “Well, I…” he fumbled.

Duncan laughed. “I’m just fucking with you!” he called out like a taunting bully from the playground. “You’re nowhere near ready to suck me off.” He reached his large, strong hand to hold Sam by his shoulder, suddenly more serious. “But you could be one day. Would you like that?”

Not wanting to open his mouth and reply incorrectly, Sam only nodded meekly.

“Good,” Duncan smiled. “Very good!”

The following days were a whirlwind of strange encounters and arousal. Sam would arrive at the gym to be little more than Duncan’s assistant, following him around the place and watching him lift. As many as three large water bottles filled with protein shakes were pressed into his hand at timed intervals, coaxed into drinking them all by an uncompromising Duncan. The place was always too busy for another peep show in the shower, yet that seemed to only play into Duncan’s hands even more, keeping the memory and fantasy of it all in Sam’s head; played out and replayed like a well worn cassette tape each time Sam touched himself.

“I see we’re making some progress at last,” Duncan smiled, poking Sam in his stomach one day. His strong, outstretched finger pressed firmly against an undeniable layer of fresh padding. Sam hadn’t intended to gain weight. Yet, by following Duncan’s orders each night, he must have been consuming an incredible amount of extra calories. It had messed with his head and thrown his usual routine, eliminating all workouts from his routine and making him hungry later in the evening when the tight bloat of all those shakes finally wore off.

“Was this what you did to your girlfriend?” Sam asked boldly; questioning Duncan for the first time about the strange requests he had made of him over the last three weeks.

“No,” Duncan chuckled, shaking his head as if Sam had just asked the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. “She didn’t just throw her head back and take down anything I told her to,” he taunted, as if making fun of Sam’s unquestioning obedience. “Things are going to go a lot faster with you.”

Sam swallowed. So this was a sexual thing for Duncan. He was getting the same thrill out of pumping him with calories as he had with his ex. That must mean that there was at least a chance that Duncan might…

“You should come over to my place tomorrow night,” Duncan stated, sitting on the large seat of the chest station. “I can start taking some measurements of you and get you on my special scales.”

Sam’s heart fluttered. An invitation to Duncan’s apartment? Could this be real? “Okay,” he nodded.

Duncan scoffed, nodding down at the slight bulge that had sprung in Sam’s gym shorts. “Down boy!” he grunted, already pressing the extreme weights to start the first of his reps. “You’re not sucking my dick tomorrow. You understand?”

Sam shrank back a little, grabbing Duncan’s sweat towel to hide his groin. “Yeah, I understand,” he nodded, not wanting to overstep and ruin his chance.

The next evening, Duncan had told Sam to be at his place for eight. Sam had arrived early, waiting outside on a bench just around the corner so as not to appear too keen. Then, at exactly eight o’clock, he pressed the buzzer, feeling more excitable than ever before. 

Duncan’s apartment was every bit as Sam had imagined it to be: Plain, functional and undecorated. It wasn’t at all a place for him to bring girls home to seduce them. This was quite simply the control room from which Duncan organised his life; his wet suit from his water sports adventures hanging on a hook on the bathroom door, a large cardboard box of protein powders used as a makeshift coffee table, as well as several free weights and kettlebells lined up against one wall. A small TV sat in the corner but something told Sam that this was something the big man rarely actually used.

“You came,” Duncan smirked, like a lion seeing its prey simply wandering freely into its cage. “You’d best get your shirt off then so that I can get a look.”

Sam nodded. He’d expected this, pulling it off just as Duncan slipped to one of his drawers and pulled out a measuring tape.

“Nice work!” Duncan marvelled, reaching one finger to lightly stroke a new build up of fat at Sam’s side and nudging him slightly so that Duncan could get a better look at his butt. “This is pretty decent,” he nodded, complimenting himself on the progress he was making with his doting admirer. 

“Thanks,” Sam smiled back, making Duncan laugh at him. The big man shook his head and rubbed his forehead, finding amusement in the fact that Sam would actually thank him for all this flabby softness that was quietly invading his body.

Out came the scales, placed on the firm kitchen floor. Sam’s butt was tapped impatiently until he climbed up. “You said you were one-fifty-five when I asked you a few months ago,” Duncan proclaimed; surprising Sam that he had actually retained that knowledge. “Let’s see what you are now.”

There was no dramatic climbing and balancing of numbers on Duncan’s scales. Like the man himself, they delivered the figure quickly and to the point.

With obvious amusement, Duncan delighted in reading the number out. “One hundred and seventy two!” he nodded. “That’s exactly what I thought it was going to be!” 

Sam stepped off, feeling his body. Had he really gained seventeen pounds of fat in just over three weeks? And, more than that, was the change really so obvious that Duncan had been able to predict the exact number with ease?

“Relax!” Duncan scoffed at him, sensing Sam’s sudden insecurity at how quickly this was all happening to him. “You’re going to have to get used to this if you want to keep hanging out with me. That is what you want, right?” he asked, as if challenging Sam to correct him.

“Of course I do,” Sam nodded. “It’s just a… a big change,” he mumbled.

“Think of it this way…” Duncan jumped in. “If you want to be my plaything, then you’re going to have to entice me to play.” He wrapped his arm over Sam’s shoulders. “In your case, that means taking down a lot more  food and calories to really push a gut out on you. I’m talking tits, fat rolls, extra chins… the lot! That’s the sort of stuff that really gets my dick hard.”

Sam nodded, the scent and touch of Duncan, not to mention his deep, masculine voice in his ear, really spiking his arousal once more.

“I’d love for you to be that lucky person who gets to wake up next to me each morning, but that’s not going to happen with a skinny little ass like you’ve got at the moment. Are you understanding me?” Duncan asked, as if feeling that he was explaining something to a three year old.

“If I want to be with you, I’ve got to get fatter,” Sam replied, trying to show Duncan he was on board.

With a little sideways squeeze, Duncan chuckled softly. “Yeah, you’re sort of getting there,” he smirked. “It’s just time to start committing yourself in the way a guy like me deserves.” He pulled off his shirt and reestablished the sideways hug; their two naked torsos side by side for the first time.

Within a further week, Sam had been banned from the gym by Duncan. Now, these late evening home visits had become the natural progression. At Duncan’s apartment, Sam would be pressed with further shakes along with deliberately fattening feasts, like pizza, takeout or whole tubs of melted ice cream.

“Maybe we should plan a little sleepover for you soon,” Duncan grinned, grabbing at a full wedge of fresh blubber on Sam’s frame and jiggling it until even Sam’s puffy nibbles moved against the rhythm.

Sam nodded keenly, gazing with admiration at the mostly naked Duncan, but for his underwear, having arrived when the guy was fresh from the shower. “I’d like that,” he smiled, knowing that the new tire of belly fat that was starting to encircle his own waist was giving Duncan the very slightest of boners. Three shakes down and almost an entire extra large, meaty pizza, his capacity for consuming was increasing by the day. A good thing, considering there was a full tub of ice cream sitting at the side for him afterwards as well.

Without the gym, all the extra calories seemed to hang off Sam’s body in blubbery masses. There was that new roll across his stomach and oozing into his love handles. Then there was that new softness under his nipples and the embarrassing chub that had arrived under his chin. His butt had softened and widened, along with the tops of his thighs and, more recently, the tops of his arms too. In his everyday life, he’d started buying and wearing larger clothes. That was, apart from when he was seeing Duncan. At those times, Sam made the decision to keep dressing himself in those old, ever tightening pieces that were beginning to look nothing short of ridiculous on him. It was the longest foreplay of his life, enticing Duncan bit by bit as his body swelled outwards in just the way he liked. He found he could play up to it. Hiding his burps was less effective than letting them out, for Duncan smiled broadly and clapped him on the back each time he let one go. 

Once the fat had started properly jiggling in the love handles, shirtless Sam made endless excuses to head to the bathroom or walk himself back to the kitchen, allowing Duncan to observe the free movement of fat across his body. “I feel like such a fat pig today,” he groaned, draping a limp arm across his bloated stomach after that day’s pizza was finished.

“That’s because you are a fat pig!” Duncan chuckled back, slapping his big hand down on Sam’s new gut and rubbing in a firm, harsh and unsympathetic manner.

Sam smiled, pleased that he was getting this sort of response now; an erection clearly pressing against Duncan’s brilliant white underwear. He’d paid more attention to the way Duncan spoke about him when he was most aroused, repeating those names like ‘pig’ and ‘lardass’ when he talked about himself and finding that it was all bearing fruit when it came to getting Duncan turned on. Perhaps, with this continued progress, he could have Duncan’s beautiful dick down his throat in less than a few weeks’ time.

People were surprised when Sam began telling them he was seeing someone. Perhaps it was because it was so clearly obvious that he was in the worst shape of his life. His certainty that Duncan would soon give in to his clear attraction to him allowed Sam to relax a little, flashing a picture of the man to those who asked about him. The more he talked about Duncan as if he was his, the more Sam needed to make it happen, doubling up his portions to keep his waistline expanding in the way that Duncan wanted.

“THAT’S your new boyfriend?” asked an indignant colleague of Sam’s as he took in the picture Sam was showing him.

Sam smiled and nodded. He was well used to these types of reactions now. Duncan was so impossibly hot, it was easy to question how anybody could land him, let alone a now 220lb Sam.

“That guy is a narcissistic asshole!” came the unexpected response, catching Sam by surprise. “He dated my cousin for almost a year and she gained almost a hundred pounds!”

“Oh, right…” Sam mumbled awkwardly, wishing he’d kept this secret to himself.

“The guy clearly gets off on it. I remember trying to talk to him about cutting down on the treats he was feeding her. He clearly didn’t give a shit. He didn’t care about her at all; only about getting her fatter.” He then gazed appraisingly up and down Sam’s body. “Trust me. You need to get away from him!”

Like a reality check smacking Sam in the face, he was a little quieter the next time he went over to Duncan’s place. What he was doing was utterly insane in anyone’s eyes. He’d allowed himself to amass so much extra weight and hadn’t done a slight bit of exercise in months; all to impress some guy who, in all likelihood, couldn’t care less about him.

“Come on, Piggy!” Duncan prodded Sam, seeing that he was a little slow with his meal that night. “You’ve got tits to grow for me.”

“One of my work colleagues knows you…” Sam began, deciding to just say what was on his mind. “Apparently, you used to date his cousin.”

“Oh, and let me guess… his cousin found herself piling on quite a few pounds?” Duncan asked back, clearly pleased by his own reputation.

“His cousin’s name is Ellie,” Sam nodded.

“Oh, THAT little piggy!” Duncan laughed in amusement. “Now she was a great fatty!”

“She still hasn’t been able to drop the weight,” Sam went on, recounting what he had been told by his colleague. “She’s tried everything.”

Duncan laughed wickedly. “Good! I’m glad all that time I spent secretly training up her appetite didn’t go to waste.”

“I thought you might feel a little bad?” Sam asked, surprised by Duncan’s reaction. “She’s tried every diet under the sun.”

“Pigs will be pigs!” Duncan merely grinned back, obviously delighted that Ellie was still as large as ever. Then he sighed, seeing that Sam continued to be unsatisfied by his response. “I’m not a good person, Sam,” he stated frankly. “Or have you forgotten that?”

“No… I'm just…”

“I’m a bad boy,” Duncan spoke over him, getting closer on the couch. “If you wanted to shame me, I’m afraid it hasn’t worked. All your little story did was get me even more turned on,” he grinned, pulling down his underwear a little to reveal his naked erection to Sam for the first time.

Sam’s eyes bulged.

“Greedy boy!” Duncan laughed as Sam instinctively licked his lips. “I told you… pile on the blubber, then you can suck my dick as much as you want!”

It had been a masterclass on manipulation. Just the mere sight of Duncan’s boner had shattered all of Sam’s resolve to have a serious conversation about the man’s morals. He didn’t care how long he had to wait, nor the cost to his waistline in the process, Sam was going to wrap his lips around that beautiful dick one day. It was something Duncan appeared to know all too well, reaching for Sam’s hand and pulling it into his own underwear until Sam’s hand was actually gripping his throbbing shaft. Was this real? Was Sam actually holding Duncan’s dick in his own hand?

“Are you going to be a good boy and stop complaining now?” Duncan asked firmly.

Sam nodded; his jaw slack from the absolute arousal he felt in doing what he was doing.

“So are you going to eat your food now? Build the fat and make me want to fuck you properly?” the man continued, guiding Sam’s hand in a slow, steady stroke of the shaft, concealed once more under the fabric of the underwear.

“I’ll get as fat as you want,” Sam heard himself saying. “I swear!” he declared, realising that he wouldn’t change this wicked side of Duncan even if he could. It was part of him, and the reason why Sam couldn’t imagine wanting to be with anyone else.

Duncan’s hands began to linger a little longer on Sam’s body after that day. A playful tap on his softening butt would lead into a firm hand cupping his glutes as he swallowed his first shake of the day. Belly rubs became longer and more intense, the strokes along Sam’s fleshy upper arms and under his chin undeniably intimate. Duncan’s boner was now a constant feature, pressing up against Sam’s butt as he climbed up on the scale each week: 228lbs…233… 245…”

Some men might have carried such weight easier, but on Sam’s body, the fleshy fat pushed out of him, bloating him up like a shapeless slug. Duncan had turned him around and kissed him once he’d hit two-fifty. The moment had caught him by surprise; so tender and even romantic. Nine months of this crazy kink-fuelled alliance and at last he had been kissed. It was almost an old-fashioned courtship when looked at from another angle. But then that timeless image was shattered, with Duncan immediately pushing Sam’s head down and into his crotch, allowing Sam to suck him off for the first time ever. How long had the man had this goal in his head to get Sam to two-fifty? Had Sam known that this was the target, he would have ensured he got there at least a couple of months earlier. 

“There’s just no hiding those tits now, is there?” Duncan laughed, ready to take Sam out on an official first date. He’d chosen the restaurant, had his hair styled differently and bought himself a new shirt that showed off his pecs to perfection. Meanwhile, Sam was struggling to make himself look anywhere near presentable to go out. His shape was so different to so many other guys; his naturally narrower frame carrying the fat in giant moobs and widening his butt into a shape that almost seemed quite feminine. However, his gut was unmistakably masculine, arching outwards even beyond his chest. He’d packed on twenty pounds in little over two weeks of reaching two-fifty, as if his metabolism had now completely destroyed itself.

“Maybe I should start growing a beard,” Sam pondered, still trying to correct his appearance in the mirror before they left.

“Not a chance!” Duncan chuckled behind him, kissing him sweetly on his cheeks. “I want every last inch of you on show!”

Duncan’s mindset seemed to be changing. He talked about them as if they were a real couple, and discussed vacation plans far off into the future. He’d slide his hand down into Sam’s great underwear and jerk him off, or part the fat man’s butt cheeks to allow himself entry. Was Duncan actually smitten by him? Was this a real, content version Sam had never known actually existed?

At some point, once Sam was around 300lbs, it finally happened. He’d been at a celebratory meal with his work colleagues to congratulate themselves on signing up a major new client after months of preparation and effort. Sam hadn’t expected them to choose the buffet place he’d been to with Duncan on multiple occasions, but as he ate, he suddenly found himself getting hornier and hornier. Usually, by the end of the third plate, Duncan’s strong hand would be rubbing his thigh under the table, coaxing him to push further. Yet, even without Duncan there, Sam could feel his arousal spiking as his work shirt tightened around his middle.

Sam’s colleagues thought it amusing to see Sam heading back up for so much more food. Even Frank, the senior manager, who was at least fifty pounds heavier than Sam, had long since given up eating. Perhaps that was the reason he was so aroused. Duncan had always told him how fat and greedy he was getting. Now Sam could see how completely true that was, surrounded by normal folks with average appetites; so different to his own, a man who had been fattened and stuffed for over fourteen months. He had no concept of correct portion sizes left in his brain; his only usual reference for normal eating habits being Duncan, who also constantly ate in order to maintain his strapping, muscular physique.

“What have you done to me?” a lustful Sam cried out as he got home and found Duncan there, still a little sweaty from his hard workout at the gym.

“Someone had a good evening,” Duncan chuckled at the sight of Sam’s strained work shirt.

Sam didn’t even reply. He unbuckled his pants the moment the door was closed, dropping them, along with his super large underwear, down to the floor. He grabbed his already hard erection and began tugging it in the way he had wanted to do for the last two hours. The pleasure was immediate, his eyes rolling up into his head.

Laughing, Duncan headed over. “What’s gotten into you, Piggy?” he asked curiously.

Sam moaned as they kissed, pulling Duncan’s hand onto his large belly and contracting the man’s fingers so that it pinched the copious amount of blubber. There had been some shift in him that he could not describe. He went upstairs to prepare himself, knowing that he needed nothing more than Duncan’s hardness inside of him in order to quench this sudden thirst.

“Little pig, little pig! Let me in…” Duncan teased, banging on the bathroom door when he could hear that Sam was almost ready to emerge.

There was a buzz in seeing Duncan’s face as Sam stepped out wearing the little pig nose he had picked up from the joke store on the way home. He watched Duncan move a step back and take in the words Sam had written across his large belly in quick-drying face paints: ‘Make me a Superchub!’

Without a single word exchanged, Duncan kissed and made love to him with a horny urgency that resulted in one of the best orgasms of Sam’s life. His surrendering and encouragement of Duncan’s wicked intentions felt like the greatest of all turn-ons. So what if he was struggling to see his own dick anymore? Duncan’s erotic fascination with his body would ensure he was never short of receiving wave after wave of pleasure.

Even as Sam continued to grow, Duncan’s unflinching dedication to his own body was admirable. The man had participated in, and won, two body building competitions; his achievements fuelled in part by his deep sexual arousal by the ever increasing contrast between him and his lover. Duncan could spend hours rubbing, patting, jiggling and tapping at Sam’s plush body, amazed at the complete lack of muscle tone and the delightful softness. He’d made it clear that he had wanted Sam’s neck entirely eliminated, so captivated was he by the expansive ring of fat that was framing his boyfriend’s face. Everything was a turn on for him: the little involuntary grunts Sam made as he shifted his weight, the unflattering fit of even well-sized clothes, as well as the disgusted reactions of those who had not seen him in some time.

Duncan would pose for him after each gym session, perfecting the professional stances that displayed his insane muscle best. In return, Sam would recline his chair and allow the stud to push handful after handful of delicious cake into his greedy mouth; lubricated down his throat by a pot of pure cream.

The weight in Sam’s chest felt unreal as the fat began to form giant sacks that nudged their way under his arms, lifting them outwards. It was the greatest benefit of having a bisexual boyfriend, as Duncan worked them to perfection, claiming them to be the ‘best tits’ he had ever played with. Once over 400lbs, Duncan’s attention shifted to the large padding of fat that filled Sam’s groin, almost swallowing up his dick entirely. The skin was so sensitive to Duncan’s touch, Sam had little comprehension of just how many calories he willingly consumed as his man fondled him there, getting a better grip on his hardness than Sam could ever hope to achieve on his own now.

Perhaps, given such erotic fixations, people may have expected their relationship to fizzle out. However, as Sam’s butt widened and his gut began pressing outwards and even sagging slightly, it was clear that Duncan had no intention of going anywhere. It was the lifestyle he longed for most; working hard in the day, working out in the evenings and then coming home to his grotesquely overindulged lover; stuffing him with food in a way that made both of them climax with ease. It was obvious how surprised others were when Duncan proposed, but not to Sam. He knew his man better than anyone else on the planet: his dreams and desires, his goals and ambitions.

“What do you say, Little Pig?” Duncan grinned, holding out a ring as he got down on one knee in the middle of the restaurant as a startled gathering of folks watched on from other tables, just as Sam knew Duncan would want.

Stuffed to the gills, Sam nodded, hearing the vague, half-hearted and unsure applause from the strangers that surrounded them. The kiss was deep and passionate as Duncan enjoyed every last moment to show Sam off in public like this. The man had handed his cell phone to the waiter, asking him to take a photo of them together as he stooped over Sam’s chair: Duncan’s large, strong arm draped over Sam’s shoulders, his other hand resting affectionately on the shelf of the enormous belly he had grown on him. This was it for Duncan; his ultimate fantasy coming true. There had been a reason why Duncan had stuffed him so much before popping the question. He’d wanted Sam as bloated and round as possible before this picture was taken of them together. The picture that would soon be shown off to all of Duncan’s friends, colleagues and gym buddies as he proudly displayed the gigantic, lardy blob he intended to marry.

But, as Sam smiled, feeling that gentle, affectionate rub of Duncan’s kinky hand on his fat stomach, he knew that marriage to such a man was only going to do one thing to his waistline. Perhaps that would have worried him some time ago. But, even now, he could feel his erection building with just the first images of what he would soon look like flooding his brain. He turned his head back to Duncan, gazing at those perfect lips he wanted so desperately again.

“Are you ready for this?” Duncan grinned, preparing to kiss him once more for the next picture to be taken by the waiter.