'Cause Bigger IS Better...

I look into his eyes as I bring my hand up and lick my fingers. He stares as I do it. Watches each finger. His eyes glaze over a title. “It’s time to go down stairs, David.” He snaps out of it. “Wha...yeah...yeah let’s go!” He turns and waddles down the stairs. I follow behind. Waiting a few so the stair don’t take too much of a strain.

We get to the sofa, with me bringing four dozen Krispy Kreme donuts. The moment I place them down a quiet hits the air. They’re (we’re) all looking at the boxes like a pack of horny elephants. Mike spreads his legs and his belly spills out from under his shirt. He leans forward and opens the box and takes out a chocolate covered donut and bites into it, eating half of it in one bite. David takes an apple fritter (specially bought for him) and, after a glance at me, starts to eat his fritter. Morris doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. He just looks from the donuts...to me.... to the donuts. I reach for a cake batter donut, and he begins to lean his massive frame towards me, like instinct. David and Mike are watching this all happen, while also looking at the tee vee. Mikes eyes have a glazed over look. David has been absent mindedly rubbing his belly while he eats his donut. I hold the cake batter donut in my hand and look at Morris. He almost whimpers softly and I present it to his lips. He doesn’t eat yet. He waits and looks to me for permission... like a good subby fatboy should. I nod and he bites into it...he devours every bit around my fingers and then takes my hand into his two big fat paws and takes each finger to suck on. Our eyes lock as he licks the last bits of sugar from my finger. I’m hard as a rock. It feels like the sound has been sucked out of the room. It’s thick with intensity and lust, hunger and passion. I look at Mike and he’s obviously hard in his shorts, a lump straining against the silky fabric. He’s eating another donut and watching Morris wait for his next feeding. I pull another donut out and repeat the same process, this time before he can lick my fingers I have another donut ready. He begins eating the other donut as I put my sugar and icing covered fingers in the air and the heel of my hand against the upper part of David’s belly, propping it there as I got closer to Morris, sitting in the middle of the three now.

Morris is scarfing down his donut as I watch David’s eyes stare at my hand. Even as he’s eating his third apple fritter, he stares at the sugar cascading down fingers and falling onto his belly.

I brought my finger up to his lips and smeared some sugar across them. He licked them immediately attempting to get the finger into his mouth but I pulled it away and fed them to Morris, letting him clean my fingers up. I stood up and looked at the three of them. It was now or never to see if this would work. “Ya know what, we should strip down. I mean...it’s just us right? We have seen each other naked a bunch of times separately...why not in person and just... get more comfortable. Get relaxed. Isn’t relaxed better? Naked means no clothes bunching up...” -and naked means I can get us into seeing each other’s cocks...and seeing who’s biggest and smallest....and really making tonight come together- I thought to myself. Their eyes were glazed, almost in a hypnotic stare. It was working. I could feel it. There was hesitation, so I began to take my own shirt off. As I pulled my shirt up, my belly fell out from beneath, showing to my old friends just how much weight is actually gained. Davids eyes bugged out, his mouth open as he tried to speak, to say something about his friends body that had doubled in size since he last knew him. How could he have gotten that fat? What happened in the time they hadn’t seen each other that made him so big? Was he this big when he came in? I watched his face try to process it all, even while he began taking his own clothes off. Before they knew it, their clothes were all piled in a heap on the floor in a corner, all of us standing and looking at each other’s fully naked bodies.

The room was quiet except for the tv, still droning on, the subliminal messages still flashing across the screen, telling them to get fatter, give in to the hunger and horniness, can’t cum until you’re totally full.... all the things I’d programmed. It was Morris who broke the silence with a small cough. I realized I was in the same trance they were... gotta get back to the plan. I look at the three of them and start to speak..my tongue is dry at first. “-cough- Uh... we... we’ve all gotten a little bit...fatter than when we were first here...I know I’ve seen all three of you guys’... bits.” I glance over at David, then I smile and continue “Let’s get hard and see who’s biggest and who’s smallest! Smallest has to do one thing to the other three!” I smiled big, and I could see David was about to protest when Mike spoke and said “Yeah... let’s do that... that sounds good.” He said it slowly, as if he had to focus to say the words, then giggled. Morris immediately leaned back some and the head began pushing its way from his fatpad. The fattest of us, and his cockhead still showed. He huffed, his huge belly jiggling softly as he sat himself back on the sofa again. Once he did that, his cock popped up more, showing itself off. Next I saw Mike sit back, his cock pushing out of the tight cocktunnel he has. The head stands tall and proud, showing itself, more than Morris was showing. Mine was obvious, the biggest, but it was noticeable that I’d put on a bunch...I had a big fatpad that covered half my big thick dick. The only one left is David. He’s bright red and fidgets a little. I walk over to him. Calmly. I run my hand over his belly...feeling it’s softness. He’s still so soft. I bring my hand down under his belly and jiggle it. I whisper to him softly “C’mon fatboy... lets see your bit.” David looked to the other two who were looking at his lap area just to see. “Ryan... I...” he said softly as I reach up and take his nipples between my fingers and tug them lightly. “Mmmmrrrrrrrrrrrr.... rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...” he moaned in that way I remember. I smile...there’s no stopping now. He leans forward and lays his head against me and shivers as the feelings rock his body. I whisper into his ear “Are you hard?” He looks into my face and says “Yeah...yeah I am.” I reach under, lifting his belly up...his pad is on display for us all to see... but no cock is showing. I hold his big belly in my hands, keeping it up, and Davids eyes widen as he feels hands on his fatpad. “Stay looking at me.” I say to him and he just nods and stares into my eyes as the hands begin pushing back on his pad. Fat fingers manipulate his body, pushing against his overflowing fatpad to search and find the hidden treasure buried deep within.

Davids’ eyes rolled back and he began to groan from feeling two pairs of hands kneading into his giant thigh rolls, Morris pressing his face into Davids side, licking and sucking on one of his big fat side rolls, leaving a trail of little hickeys across. Mike was engrossed in Davids fatpad, he was so close that David could feel his breath on his balls (“Are they still there? I can feel like my pad and balls are all just... just one area now...with a hole deepset within where my cock used to be.... I feel the difference but that’s gotta just be my imagination...right?”) and finally heard Mike say at an octave just above a whisper “Fuck... it’s... it’s like his cock doesn’t even exist.” David looked down, for the first time breaking his gaze from mine and looked to Mike, who looked up and smiled at him. Davids face turned three shades of red as Mikes smile grew bigger. “I wonder what’s in here...” he said as he ran his finger around the opening to Davids fatpad, feeling how wet it was. “It’s so wet. You are so wet, David...” Mike said, and brought his finger up to Davids lips. David whimpered and licked the tip, Mike pushing his finger in some to make sure David cleaned it well. Davids eyes closed and his belly shivered and jiggled in my hands. I had melt manipulating his big stomach, heavy and full of so many delicious treats. I leaned in and kissed the side of his neck...well, where his neck would be. He’d grown quite the second chin, giving his head a soft doughy headrest of its own making. Mike took his finger and brought it back to the opening and pushed inside.

David groaned at the feeling of Mikes finger slipping into the opening of his fatpad. He was leaning against me, breathing heavy, legs spread a little farther apart to give Morris enough room to get his face into those thigh rolls that felt as if theyd gotten their own fat rolls to them. Mikes finger wiggles its way inside and around, searching for that magic button. David began to shake from all of the attention being given to his blubberous body, his brains pleasure center going into overload, but also a deep seated hunger was also coming to the fore. “Hey.” I said to him, whispering into his ear so the other two couldn’t hear “Do you realize what Mike’s doing?” David turned to look at me, his chubby face looking fuller and rounder. “.. what..” he said in a voice that sounded all small and far away. I leaned close to his ear and said “He’s penetrating you, David... Mike is penetrating your fatpad. Like it’s a p-..”

-loud noise from the room above them-

“It’s been 15 years since the sleepover.” I said aloud. “15 years...fuck.” I wasn’t sure if anyone else was gonna show. I had sent out 4 invites...the people that meant the most to me. I hadn’t gotten back any kind of ‘Yeah, I’ll make it’, but I’d already rented the house I used to live in for the weekend, and I was gonna stay there regardless if anyone showed. It was a great memory and I wanted to feel that time again. Even if it was just for a weekend. I had arranged for everything to look as it used to, down to the Grey sofa sectional with the square ottoman. 

I walk around the place, running my hand along the yellow hallway to Fat Mike’s room. I look inside...it looks...actually, it looks better than it used to, I’m surprised to say. Nice bed set up, reinforced for...extra workouts on it. I stand in the room and think about him. Mike Z. Tall, dark hair, glasses...big like a football player but if a football player let himself go....like REALLY let himself go. I think about how soft and fat he is and I can feel my cock stir. I reach down and adjust myself a little. There’s more belly in the way now than there was before. In the months leading up to this, I’d been in quarantine and gained 50 pounds, putting me at my biggest: 270. I grunt a little and get hard thinking of Mike being in his bed moving around to adjust his position for himself. How many times would he have to move around to get to that...

-bell rings-

Turning around, and trying to hold back a sprint to the door. I’m excited. I go down the stair (huffing a bit, don’t remember there being so many damn stair), and getting to the door. My hand shakes a bit before I grab the doorknob. “Here goes” I whisper to myself. The door opens and I’m greeted by the backside of my best friend. He turns around and smiles that damn smile I know so well. “Hey Ryan...” Dave says. When we did this the last time, we’d all met up in the city. This time, we were meeting right at the house. He was dressed in a black sweatshirt, a pair of Grey sweats and a pair of comfy sneakers, perfect for a fatboy ready to party. “Dave, hey” I say as I open my arms to hug him “it’s good to see ya.” He hugs back, and I give him an extra squeeze and smile. “Feels like theres a couple of extra rolls on ya.” He give me me a light shove. “Shut up, asshole!” He chuckles, and I notice that his two chins jiggle. I smile noticing that and invite him in. He looks up and I see the small shiver he gets at having to walk up the stairs. I walk up behind him, and whisper “Just her up the stairs, fatty, and it’ll all be over.” He “harumphs” and just looks at the stairs. “I already have food and snacks ready up there....” I look at his face and see his eyes glaze over a little and his tongue involuntarily lick his lips. He takes the rail and starts to lumber his hefty body up the stairs. 

I’m right behind him. Maybe a little closer than I should be...but I can feel his shake as he goes up. The strain of each step, hearing it creak under his immense weight. It must feel like it takes hours to get up the stairs for him. I try to keep my hard on from being noticed. By the time we reach the top stairs I chuckle and say “Outta breath?” He, breathing heavily, looks at me and says “Doesn’t look -huff- like I’m -huff- the only one...chubs.” I realize that I’m huffing a little myself. I can even feel a bit of sweat. Huh. That’s something...different. In the time I had been lost in my own thought, Dave walked over to the kitchen where snacks were set up. “So...who else’s coming?” he asked, a pair of cookies in his hand, one already in his mouth. 

“That’s a surprise!! Everyone should be here soon, tho.” I say. I walk over to the kitchen and smile watching him stuff his face with cookies as we catch up. Between talks of what we’ve been up to in our separate lives and all, he eats two an entire package of double stuff Oreos and drinks a giant drink. In the small span of 15 minutes. I was in awe. He devoured it all. Watching, it was like he did it without even thinking, even as he spoke to me of how good he’d been doing on his “diet”. I wonder if he even notices...he finished the tray, reaching in and finding nothing. “Oh shit you finished the whole pack!! That was supposed to be for everyone!!” I say, exclaiming it a bit. He blushes and I watch as he fidgets a little and starts to stutter softly something and I cut him off “I’m kidding. I have four more packs on top of the fridge.” He gets this little bit of a mad look for the hole and he light punches me. “Jerk.”

We eventually make our way to the sofa (bringing a bowl of ho ho’s with us), after he eats another half pack of Double Stuffs. It’s comfy, and I watch as he falls back more than sits. The sofachair beneath him making a noticeable strained groan and creak and he shifts into a comfortable position and sits the bowl of ho ho’a on his belly. I sit next to him, and the chair under me makes it’s own slight noise. Dave chuckles noticing this. I scoff and take a ho ho absent mindedly and stuff it into my mouth. We talk more, both laughing at where life has taken us. I make a few comments on how big he is and how he looks like he put a few pounds on. He chuckles and makes the same comment back, poking at my belly and marveling at how his finger sinks into my gut. I laugh it off, the dynamic feeling different...since my body is different now. We’re on more even playing fields...but I know that my plan tonight is gonna be successful. I can see that Dave is sweating a little. “It’s a bit hot, why don’t you take your sweatshirt off?” He looks at me and nods. “Yeah, it is a little hot...” he start to pull his undershirt down from underneath first while tugging his sweatshirt up. It’s a struggle...and a good one. I can feel myself getting harder watching his body jiggle and shake, and I reach and grab his shirt for him. He tugs his sweatshirt off, with help from me, and breathes a sigh of relief. He feels better in his t shirt...and I smile, knowing I’d turned the heat up just enough to make it slightly uncomfortable to be wearing too many clothes...

-bell rings-

We both look at each other. “You rented the place, not me. Go get him, big boy.” he says to me and helps push me out of the sofa seat. It’s not as easy getting up. Uff. Feeing myself exhale heavily as I stand, trying not to look like it took a lot more energy than it did. I don’t notice it, but Dave sees my belly drop and shake from the struggle to stand, and catches a glimpse of me throb. I slowly start to walk and get to the stairs, making my way down. I open the door to find one large individual standing next to an even larger one: Mike and Morris. Mike is tall, and has glasses on. His beard has grown in fully, something he didn’t have when we were first here, and there’s Grey streaks in it. His hair is pulled back into a pony tail, and he smiles. Morris’ hair was short and a bit messy, his beard long, and his body HUGE. Where Mike looked like a football player that REALLY let himself go, Morris looked like a wall of blubber come to life. So much fat piled into one body...it’s a miracle he walks...well, waddle as well as he does. He has his glasses on and he smiles big. “Heyyyyy there Ryan. How are ya?” He asks, and then breathes heavy. Jesus fuck. Just talking takes its toll on his enormousness. I laugh and give each of them a hug. It’s both to be cordial, but also so that I can feel how much bigger they are than when we were first here. Mike hugs me and walks in, going up the stairs, fairly easy, but I can tell he wasn’t too keen on them. Morris... I get behind him as he takes the first step up. “This...uh...could take -huff- awhile.” he mumbles quietly. “That’s okay, big fella, I know that. I’m here for ya.” 

It takes ten minutes to go up the stairs, with pauses to take a breather. At one point, Dave comes to the top of the stairs to see what’s up. He smiles big seeing Morris, but I can also see a little bit of a shiver of delight...he knows what I do... how hot it is to see the struggle. To moving of so much fat. When we finally get to the top, we all exchange hugs and pleasantries. It’s nice. It feels like old times...but different. I watch as the three of them have snacks and laugh about how much we’ve changed. Any unpleasantness is long past, it’s four friends catching up. I move ya to the sofa, easier to keep them seated in one area where it’s hard to get up. Morris sits on the left, Dave in the middle and Mike on the right. I walk over, bringing drinks and a tray of brownies. 

We sat around for awhile. When the first tray of brownies were done, I brought the second batch out. Watching as they laughed and enjoyed themselves, I respectfully let them know I was going upstairs to have a smoke. They all laughed about it as I wadd..walked off. Went to the stairs and said a quiet prayer as I started to go up them... taking my own time, listening to them talk and laugh and eat...so many pauses and quite moments as they stuffed their faces. By the time I got up the stairs one of them was chosen to get his fat self up to get more snacks. I made my way down to the office of the main bedroom, closed the door and sat down. I turned the computer on as I lit my blunt up and watched as the screen lit up...and the view was spectacular. The cameras were all in place and active. And the brownies should kick in soon. And then...oh then the real pig out begins. 

They’re all sitting around the sofa again as I watch them. Laughing. Eating. Shoving handful after handful of cupcakes and cookies into their mouths, not realizing that they’re laced with weed and some special stuff I got made that will make them all more...susceptible to suggestion and hornier. With every bite, once it kicks in...it’ll feel like a jolt to their sex drive. I knew this because I’d already tried it myself...two nights before. 

My mind flashes back to a couple days ago, when I began setting everything here up. I knew my plan, but would it work? I had to try it out...and then it’s just flashes of images...me sitting in the living room with wrappers everywhere, I can taste the chocolate and the cream and I feel my belly so full it wants to pop...and an incredible horniness unlike I’ve ever felt.y mind was mush...I wanted nothing more than to eat...eat and be horny...and to cum. I wanted to cum...but I knew for some reason that if I wasn’t supremely full I couldn’t...nothing was going to happen.... images flash through my head and there are empty bowls around me. Three empty two liters. My belly feels bigger than before...I can...I can tell it is.