it's time to bara evolve

hyaku1063

…to this.

A flat color lineart commission for @the-boons

Patreon reward wip. i called it the “spit roast”

Ten years later.

Brent and I built a life together in San Francisco. It was hard at first; the city is expensive, fast paced, and pedestrian friendly, all of which made gaining weight more difficult. That certainly did not deter Brent or me in our quest for fatness, however.

We got married soon after moving. It was primarily a paper wedding for tax and health care benefits, but as time progressed our love only grew deeper. I was proud to call Brent my husband. After several years working for others, Brent left his job and started his own clothing boutique. It was terrifying at first, but ultimately a success.

When we first arrived to San Francisco I was about 270 pounds of blubber. My weight continued to fluctuate for a few years as I got used to the city. Once we became more financially secure though, the pounds started rising. I got down to 220 at one point and then blew up to 300 pounds in a little over a year, which is where I’ve been for sometime now. I don’t plan on gaining any more as I enjoy being able to stroll around the city and fit in somewhat stylish clothes.

My fat is now so all-encompassing that I am constantly aroused. When I walk, my belly pushes my belt into my pubic fat which in turn massages my cock. It causes me to get boners constantly. I have to jerk off at least twice a day just to feel comfortable. And, needless to say, sex with Brent is fucking amazing.

In the summertime, I enjoy wearing a too small T-shirt that shows off a small crescent of belly. I’ll go to the deli and buy two foot-long sandwiches, which I lug to the park. By the time I get there, my shirt is drenched with sweat. Huge wet marks surround my armpits, trail down my back, and sometimes my double chin even makes my collar wet. When I arrive, I plant myself on a bench and devour the sandwiches, allowing dressing to drip all over stomach. I almost always get a few looky-loos who marvel at the piggish fat man stuffing his face. The whole time my cock is hard as a rock, but no one can tell hidden under the fat rolls.

Brent far surpassed me in terms of weight gain. He was slow going at first, but when he began running his own place, the stress caused him to balloon. He was constantly comfort eating, and when I saw this start to happen I made an effort to always keep fattening junk food in the house. He would plow through a box of Cheez-Itz sitting at his desk, or come home and demolish a pint of ice cream before dinner. Brent was sometimes gaining up to four pounds a week. He eventually grew bigger than me, finally plateauing at 382 pounds. Occasionally, he’d make a remark about needing to lose some weight after struggling to tie his shoes, or breaking a sweat folding laundry, but we both knew that would never happen.

Quite simply, we were in love with each other, our fat, and our life. We had finally gone to hog heaven.

One day Brent and I were sprawled on the couch together, two venti frappuccinos on the coffee table, alongside a bowl of gooey marshmallows with melted chocolate and peanut butter on top. Brent was flipping through the channels when I saw something that caught my eye. Before us was a TV documentary about gainers. We could not believe it. In a typical, sensationalized manner they were showing YouTube clips and blurred out Grommr profiles. However, what came as the greatest shock of all, was that they were interviewing an almost unrecognizable Nicoli and Grasello.

Soldier 76’s delicious gay booty~

I’ve been wanting to draw a chubby Soldier 76 for a while, and what a better way to celebrate~

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