For MoxieBox - A Growing Love of Shadows
Here’s the fic that I promised you so long ago @moxiebox
I spent most of today writing it. I was particularly inspired haha
[Disclaimer: This is a story about male weight gain and a male x male romance centered around that. Slight teasing. Force-feeding and general stuffing sessions. May be considered extreme weight gain? The characters used are not mine but are characters from Monster Prom.]
A Growing Love of Shadows
Okay, okay, I got this. Oz peers around the corner, blending in the with the shadows of the school building. There he is.
Haunching on the ground, there is Damien, a hotheaded demon turning ants to ash with little bolts of fire from his fingertips. Oz’s eyes stray over Damien’s body, sticking to his pert butt and his generally muscular physique, making peaks at his chest.
It’s simple. I just walk over there and ask him out. How hard can that be? I got this. As Oz begins to walk over to Damien, Scott pats Damien on the back, immediately making conversation with him. Oh, he’s busy.
Oz’s shadowy figure flurries, bits of himself floating into the wind. He recedes into the shadow of the school, rippling the shadows to let himself in.
Oh, man. I blew it. If I hadn’t have stalled asking him, I would’ve had an answer. Ugh, what a disaster!
Oz floats in the black emptiness, knees to his chest.
I should probably go eat something.
Those ever-familiar golden arches welcome Oz into its establishment. Oz feels his hands growing clammy with the number of people within, but he pushes himself inside anyway. He excuses himself to quite a few people, slipping passed them with ease. In front of the kiosk, he taps it to begin.
Is this really a good idea? Drowning my failure with food? Sure…
He taps around, making his way to the value menu so as not to strain his wallet on a trip that he hopes he will not have to make again. The options are plentiful and that jars him, not knowing which ones to choose.
A hand comes around to tap one of each of the options. Whose hand?
Oz turns around, slouching forward a bit, occupying less space. There to his right, he sees Damien tapping the screen for him, his uniform fitting him all too well.
“If you can’t decide, I say get one of everything to see how you like them.” Damien, the hothead, gives Oz a smile so soft and gentle and genuine he can feel himself wanting to flurry again.
“W-Well, I’ll trust your judgment. Thank you.”
“No problem. It gets me through the day, too. I have to get back to frying.” He holds out a flame in his hands. “Enjoy!” He goes back to his station in the back of the restaurant.
Oz turns back to the kiosk, seeing just how many options were selected. His pure white eyes expand in shock.
I said I would trust his judgment… And, I can be more selective next time. Next time? This is supposed to be a one-time thing.
Oz proceeds to pay and wait for his number to be called out.
Strolling back into his home in the shadows (traveling through any shadow makes it quite easy to get anywhere), Oz sets afloat his large paper bag full of consumable items. Oz sets out everything afloat as well: a dozen sandwiches, a little bag with three cookies within, a cardboard box with an apple, and a cup, with soda? How’d they manage that?
Oz picks up one of the burgers and sniffs it, enthralled by the unique scent. Oz looks back at all the food set before him.
“I’m supposed to eat all of this?”
Oz thinks back to Damien’s smile, making himself flush at the cheeks.
“I wouldn’t want this to go to waste. He went out of his way to help me.”
Oz takes a modest bite from the burger in his hand, conflicted by the sheer amount in front of him and not wanting to disappoint the figure of Damien in his mind. He is taken aback by how good the burger tastes, like nothing he has ever had before. Not needing to consume food like this as an amalgamation of fear had it benefits up until this point. But, had he been missing out!
Oz takes his next bite with more fervor, quite enjoying this mortal food going into his body. He sheds his inhibitions, opening his mouth as wide as it goes, showing off his own array of sharp teeth. Within, he sets a whole burger, chewing on it with an unrefined joy and unadulterated energy.
He does this for the rest of the meal, stuffing a dozen burgers, the cookies, and chugging the soda. He holds a hand to his mouth to stifle a burp. Looking down at himself, he can see the feeling of fullness in his stomach. Never before had he felt something like this before, stuffed to the point of not wanting to move, but, oh, how fun it felt.
His belly pressed into his yellow cardigan, slightly straining the buttons going down. He presses a finger into himself, a firmness not letting his finger go in too far. Oz stifles a second burp. He yawns shortly after. He falls asleep in his shadow realm, having disappeared the trash.
Oz peers around the corner, staying within the shadows of the school building. Just down the way, Damien plays with some balloons. Cute, right? Well, Damien inflates the balloon, only to blow them up with flames, creating loud booms of pressure released.
Typical, but that’s what makes him so interesting. Okay, okay. All I have to do is ask him. I almost… did it before. I can do it.
Oz makes his way over to Damien but stops midway. Liam, carrying a parasol over himself, begins talking to Damien.
“Can you cool it with the balloon popping? It’s getting annoying.”
Damien inflates and pops another balloon. “No,” he purses his lips hyperbolically, but gets up and leaves with the rest of his uninflated balloons.
Oz returns back to the shadows, too scared to continue. He finds himself in his shadow realm again.
Why? Why can’t I get close to him? Maybe, it’s not meant to be. I’ll just eat my sorrows away and try again tomorrow. I mean, there’s no harm in trying right?
And, so, his days go like that for quite some time. He acquires the determination to ask Damien on a date but is always stopped by someone else. He then stuffs himself with this mortal food that his body is not used to in order to feel better. Since his body is not equipped to handle that kind of food, it’s starting to show.
One morning before school, Oz notices that his button-down shirt isn’t closing anymore. He squishes his freshly grown pudge by trying to bring the button and hole together, but his ample belly is refusing to budge. So, he tosses that aside and tries to wear only the yellow cardigan instead. So, much of the same situation happens, his belly makes it difficult to bring the button and hole together. He manages to get the cardigan to stay over his belly, but the buttons strain, showing off his black skin in little shreds. A sliver of his belly peeks from under the cardigan as well. His nipples poke through it as well, accentuating his puffy chest still perky enough to not rest on his gut.
“I’m fat. How did this happen?” Oz prodes his belly through the strains buttons, popping them off as he looks between. He belly bounces as it breaks free from its constraints. Damien flushes bright red. “How am I so fat? Damien really isn’t going to want to say yes now. Oh, man, and all the times he’s seen me at work buying food he made! This is awful!”
Oz struggles to button up the cardigan, his body stretching the fabric.
He attempts to pull up his black pants, struggling to pull them any higher than his plush and large thighs. He pulls with all his might, bouncing around, his pudge bouncing around with him, rippling his squishy thighs. The fabric grips over his fattened butt, tightly holding his butt and thighs. Oz sucks in his gut, making him almost look like he did, but his soft chest pokes out like faux pecs and his “flat” belly clearly has a soft look to it. He brings the ends of the pants together, letting out a big sigh when they button grabs onto the hole. The pants squish his fat up and out, giving him clear love handles, accentuating his huge butt too. The zipper goes up halfway before climbing back down. He attempts it again and can feel himself standing awkwardly so as not to strain his pants in a manner that will rip it.
“I think I’ll skip school today and buy some bigger clothes…”
Oz blips to a second-hand store in town. As he surfaces, those familiar golden arches stare him down, the ones that had beckoned him in for a quick feel-better snack, the ones that led him on a path of gluttony and branching to other similar chains for variety. He shakes his head, his pudge shaking with him and enters the store.
Luckily for him, the shop full of used items had been fairly empty, so he meanders about, looking for something that will fit his freshly fat form. As he filters through the sweaters and warm wear, a worker comes up to him.
“Need help with anything? You’re lookin’ a little stress’d.”
“Oh, I, uhm, I’m fine, thanks. Just browsing.”
“Feel free to ask for help,” he adds.
Oz gives him a nervous nod and continues to look at the rack before him. On the rack across from him, a pair of horns look back at him, and red skin too. Well, one and a half horns. Oh, it’s Damien.
Of all the days that he chooses to skip school and go thrifting, he chooses to go on the same day that I do. Okay, it’s fine. I just have to stay away from him so he doesn’t see how fat I’ve become and how none of my clothes fit me anymore.
Oz grabs a yellow cardigan again, the XL looking at him ominously. He grabs a button-down shirt with the same XL symbols. He rushes down the aisle, with his new clothes in hand.
He crashes into a firm surface, pushing him onto the floor, a loud ripping resounds in the aisle. Oz can feel a cold breeze tickling his fat thighs and an odd freedom around his waist.
My-My pants ripped! Where’s the button for them?!
“Oh, my bad, dude.” The person he crashed into gives him a hand.
“It’s… It’s my fault, sorry.” Oz is lifted up by a strong grip, he brings his new clothes with him too.
“I would definitely recommend coming here for new clothes because it sounded like you needed some, tubs.” Damien, of all people to crash into, adds.
“Y-Yeah, haha. I got busy.”
“Busy eating, huh?” Damien gets intimately close, holding Oz by his back and shaking his gut with his free arm. “Hey, you go to Spooky High, too, right? I’ve seen you around. You like the “golden arches,” too, huh? I work there and I think I’ve seen you a couple of times. Yeah, it can be quite a vice. That’s why I don’t eat the free food.”
“Yeah, I go there… and I eat there sometimes…”
“I’ll be seeing you. Looks like you need to go try those on, huh?” Damien gives him a teasing smirk, not an ounce of malice behind those teeth, just fun teasing.
Damien leaves the store, hands in his pockets.
Oz rushes into the dressing room. He starts hyperventilating. His hand holds his plush chest as it rises and sinks with his heavy breaths.
Why?! I have no chance of getting a yes now! That was so embarrassing!
Oz examines his pants, poking the fat pouring out of the holes in the upper-inner thigh of his pants. Looking a little higher, the zipper of his pants has gone all the way down, showing off a bit of his too-tight striper briefs. The button of the pants has disappeared somewhere into the shop. As he leans down to examine himself more, the buttons of his cardigan pop out of their place again, leaving his belly to heave forward into the air of the dressing room.
Oz flushes brightly red again. In his flustering embarrassment, he grabs the tops he picked and puts them over his arms. The button-down goes over his soft arms well, leaving a fair amount of room for growth. As Oz begins to button them, he finds there to be quite a bit of space to fit his belly. He buttons the whole shirt with ease, but the shirt sits on his body with evidence of being outgrown soon, his black, shadowy skin is seen through the slightly translucent top. He grabs the yellow cardigan, tossing his much too small one onto the chair in the room. The arms fit much like the button-down, with room to grow. The cardigan fits well over his fat belly, sitting well over his body to minimize his growth.
Oz sighs in relief. He looks in the provided mirror, seeing a cute boy in it, his face rounded with a chin that is growing a second.
I guess… I look kinda cute like this. No, no, this is bad. I’m too fat.
He shakes his gut with some restraint and finds it oddly pleasing. He turns around to look at the soft butt staring back at him, not so perky but lifted up with the pants to be a neat pair of bubbles.
Now, I have to find pants that fit…
Oz, peers out of the dressing room, leaving his old clothes hanging on some of the racks. He slips out of the dressing room, quickly moving over to the rack with the assorted bottoms. Nearby voices swim around, strangers talking in the other aisles of the store. Oz can feel his body heating up, nervous to be seen by even more people. He pulls his shirt down to try and cover his peering his briefs. He sifts through the pants, not knowing his size.
I used to be a 30… and I’ve gained quite a bit… Maybe I should go a little bigger than what I am now so that I can grow into it? Grow? Do I want to get fatter? Am I not going to lose this weight? No, no, I have to lose this weight. Damien wouldn’t like a fat me. But, something big just in case?
Oz pulls off a 34 and 36 sized pants off the rack, running back into the dressing room. He slips on the size 34 pants. They squish his thighs well, but not to the point of strain. They hug his butt. The pants have a bit of extra room right above Oz’s butt.
That doesn’t make sense? It fits everywhere else but it’s too big?
He buttons the pants and the zipper goes up fine too. He walks out of the room with his old clothes and the size 36 pants. He walks back over to the aisle with the tops. He pulls off the rack an XXL button-down shirt and cardigan, matching the ones he wears now.
He brings the swath of clothing to the front desk, setting them down in front of the clerk.
“Hi, I, uh, the clothes I’m wearing right now are from the store and these don’t fit me. The ones I came in with…” He pushes his old clothes forward. “So, would you mind charging me for the ones I’m wearing and for these?” He pushes the larger sized clothes forward now.
“Of course, big boy. Guess you didn’t notice it until now?” The bandage wrapped man chuckles lightly. “It’s been a while since I’ve needed to eat, but I can understand that mortal food tastes too good to let it go to waste.”
Oz chuckles nervously, scratching his head. Oz hands his money over to the clerk and grabs the paper bag with his clothes in them.
“Thank you for your patronage. Have a nice day.”
Oz gives him a modest, yet nervous smile, showing off the tips of his sharp teeth. He makes his way out of the building, seeing the golden arches again. The memory of crashing into Damien plays through his head again. Anxiety churns in his stomach and he knows the only way to quell his emotional aching: food.
The order that Damien had “forced,” rather suggested, for Oz has become a regular order for him, except that he’s doubled the contents in the recent weeks. He walks up to the familiar restaurant and puts in his order into the kiosk.
After some time, he picks up his meal, having paid on the kiosk itself. He drags it into his shadow realm.
Once there, the memory of Damien replays in his mind, reliving his embarrassment all over again. He puts a whole burger into his mouth and he has grown accustomed to and the memory blurs slightly. As he continues to push whole burgers into his mouth, he focuses more on the act of eating and how good he feels doing it rather than having to blur that memory from his mind. All of his meals have become big feasts such as these, despite never having needed to eat mortal food before.
The sweet and warm cookies coat his scaly tongue, and he swallows two at a time. All six find their way into his belly, as do the two large cups of soda. His stuffed and firm belly press into his shirt, a sight that he had dealt with just this morning.
Oz stifles a burp, flushing at his acts of gluttony. He presses a finger into his own belly, giving in slightly but still firm at its core.
More days of Oz getting so close to Damien and asking him on a date only for him to be stymied halfway through and finding himself stuffing his growing stomach with food in order to feel better ensue.
As they have before, those stuffing sessions show their mark on Oz’s body and have been growing themselves too, nearly triple his original intake. Well, the intake that Damien had suggested since Oz hadn’t needed to eat mortal food before this.
This morning, after about seven months of daily stuffings and minimal exercise, Oz has gotten undebatably fat. The XXL tops and size 36 pants have become tight. His nipples and chest push out of all of his tops, sitting atop his protruding and hanging belly, which also presses into all of his tops, stretching them from his wide love handles to the precipice of his belly and his deep bellybutton.
His pants threaten to rip at the seat of Oz’s pants, his fat butt barely keeping within. His monumental thighs spread far when he sits down and has become thick trunks of fat and muscle. His whole body jiggles when he walks and his nipples have become sensitive enough that when he walks, the jiggle of his moobs arouse his nipples regardless of how careful he is.
Oz lets out a sigh as he grabs handfuls of fat caked onto his body.
“I really let myself go, huh?” He rubs his fattened arms, pudgy and squishing into the sleeves of his clothes. “I need to get a few sizes bigger.”
And, so he does, at that same thrift store.
After acquiring a paper bag with clothes at least two sizes bigger than he currently owns, he waddles over to the golden arches for the thousandth time within the past seven months. His thighs rub together at their highest points until about halfway down, every step pressing his fat thighs together.
He walks into the restaurant going straight to the kiosk and ordering quadruple the amount of food that Damien had suggested the first time. Many of the people there give him looks, but remove their gaze quickly.
As Oz tries to put in his card to pay for the ridiculous amount of food, someone else puts a card in and pays quickly. Oz looks up to meet Damien in his uniform again, seeing his muscle press into all of his clothes, accentuating his Adonic beauty.
“Hello, again, tubs. You’re looking real good.”
“What… What are you talking about? I’m huge and don’t pay for my food. I can handle it.”
“Oh, I know you can. I’ve seen you order so much food over the past few months. I remember suggesting that big order the first time I saw your cute face in here. I didn’t think you’d be back, with such heat too!”
“And, that day at the thrift store! Oh, man, I could just pound you right then, haha. Sorry, if that’s too far. I just think you putting on so much weight was too cute to pass up. How do you gain so much weight? It hasn’t been that long.”
Oz blushes, looking away from Damien. “I think…” Damien gives him a look of pure excitement, puppy-like, little flames flittering at the ends of his horns. “I think it’s because I hadn’t eaten mortal food before, so my body didn’t know what to do with the excess energy other than turning it into the fat that you’re looking at right now…” Oz hesitantly looks back at Damien, stars in his eyes.
“That’s really cool. I wonder how much fatter I can make you. Anyway, how about you eat your food here instead of taking it to go and then I can take you on a date after my shift. That cool with you?”
“Yes, of course. I’ve actually… I’ll tell you later. Anyway, thank you for paying. I hope it’s not too much of a strain.”
“Of course not, sweetcheeks. I have to get back to fryin’. See you in a bit, Oz.” Damien gives him a smile so similar to the one he had given him the first stuffing. It warmed Oz’s heart.
The amount of food that Oz had ordered for himself brought so many stares to his table, from both patrons and staff, and only one pair of eyes had looked at him with palpable lust. The staff brought over four trays full of food, filling the entire booth that Oz occupied.
Sitting in the booth had been a challenge for him. His belly was squished by the table, even when he scooted back as far as he could. It probably would have been better to sit at one of the other tables, but those clearly could not hold the amount of food on this table. So, Oz settled into the booth, finding it oddly satisfying that his belly had grown so big that he didn’t fit into the booth itself. The table pressed minimally into his belly, only creasing his belly slightly, but a boy that large is not often seen.
Oz takes a modest bite from a burger, flushing at the thought of all the eyes that might be watching him stuff himself. So, the first burger entered his belly by means of a few bites. He caught a glimpse of Damien looking at him. The demon gave him a quick smile and thumbs up topped off with a little flame. Oz covered his mouth, his heart racing at that affectionate act.
Now, Oz grabs one of the burgers and sets it into his teeth laden mouth opened wide, eating it whole like he had grown accustomed to. Damien’s mouth was left agape at the sight he found so arousing, especially how cute he found the sharp teeth to be despite not being able to see a definite mouth on Oz’s face. Many of the people within shared a similar reaction.
So, Oz grabs two burgers now, setting both into his mouth and chewing on them with ease. He swallows them with a loud gulp, a fervor growing within him to keep stuffing his mouth with every burger, one after another after another after another. Oz does not delay filling his mouth and ever-hungry stomach with these delicious treats. He sets the last two burgers into his mouth and swallows them, stifling a burp soon after. Oz tries to reach across the table, but his belly gets stuck between the table and back, preventing Oz from maneuvering adeptly. Damien comes around and pushes the dozens of cookies to Oz, along with the large cups of assorted drinks.
“Anything, to see you eat like that again, tubs.” Damien makes a kissing noise and disappears into the back of the restaurant again.
Oz blushes, letting his romantic interest flutter inside of his belly. Wait, those probably aren’t butterflies but copious amounts of food digesting. Oz pushes three cookies into his mouth and chews them down, swallowing them into his stretched belly. He grabs one of the drinks, carefully taking the lid off. He leans his head back and opens his mouth, teeth shining for all to see. He then pours the drink into his open mouth, guzzling the drink far too quickly than one would think possible. The gulps he takes are loud, almost as loud as the liquid splashing into his eager mouth. He grabs three cookies again, repeating the process two additional times. He burps so loudly that his normally shadowy skin becomes red with embarrassment.
Oz attempts to remove himself from the situation, but it stuck in the booth. How could he forget? He grows even redder, his stuffed belly grumbling. He tries to pull himself out of the booth, but the pressure between his back and the seat, and his ample belly and the table are far too much. He weighs far too much for his muscles to take him out of the booth. Another burp escapes him, pronouncing his presence in the restaurant. He whimpers as he tries to get out, but his nerves work double-time, making his heart race. A few giggles come from some of the other patrons but are quickly quelled.
Damien stands in front of Oz, the fat shadow boy stuck in the booth. Damien laughs too but pulls the hefty boy out with ease. Though, his heft throws Damien off balance. Oz lands on Damien, squishing him under his immense weight.
“It’s okay, tubs.” Damien grabs handfuls of Oz, a bit of hot drool crawling at his lips.
Damien helps Oz back onto his feet, having trouble finding balance with his center of gravity shifter with all the food in his stomach and fat protruding from his body.
Oz gets a good look at Damien without his uniform, his leather jacket, and t-shirt all fitting so tightly around his muscly body.
“C’mon, tubs. Let’s go to the buffet downtown.”
“D-Damien, I just ate. I couldn’t…” Oz covers his mouth from a burp.
“I know you want more, tubs. The way you were consistently eating tells me that you know how to eat and I know you can fit more in this huge gut of yours. That table was just in the way.” Damien rubs Oz’s belly. “Let’s go.”
Oz follows Damien to his car, a sleek vehicle that Oz feels won’t hold him. Oz shifts into the passenger’s seat, his stuffed belly heaves forward and takes up so much space. Oz barely manages to get the seatbelt across his fat chest, but it clicks, pressing between his moobs.
“You look amazing, Oz. I’m impressed that you can eat so much.”
“Yeah, I surprise myself sometimes, haha.”
“I hope you’re ready for this buffet. The food there is really good, but I never eat much there to justify paying for it, but taking you there will be so worth it.” He grins showing all of his teeth.
Damien starts the car and keeps his eyes on the road, but even in his periphery, he can see Oz’s huge belly. Damien holds Oz’s thighs, what of it isn’t covered by his fattened and stuffed tummy.
“Damien?” The slight bumps on the road make Oz jiggle all over, his shadowy skin rippling despite the clothes covering it.
“I’ve actually been meaning to ask you out… So, I’m glad you asked me.”
“Really? Why didn’t you? When?”
“Yeah, for a while now… I just couldn’t find a time when you were alone.”
“Oh! Have you been eating because of that? You’re fat because of me?! Cool! Wait… I mean, I’m excited that you’re huge, but I’m sorry that I didn’t have time for you. I would’ve made some if I knew you wanted to talk. Look, I’ll make it up to you. We can go on as many dates as you want. You’ll have so much time with me you won’t know what to do with it.”
“Knowing you, I’d probably be eating the entire time, haha.”
“I like the sound of that.” Damien chuckles heartily, clutching Oz’s hand. “I think we can be good together.”
Damien and Oz pull into the buffet parking lot, a little haphazardly making it into a parking space.
“Oh, you like them too? They’re such a good band! Oh, looks like we’re here, tubs. I hope you’re ready to eat them out.”
“Not like that. I mean, eat them broke? Just eat a lot, okay?”
“Ants!” Damien haunches down as he begins to blast the tiny insects with matching flames. They both chuckle and continue forward.
The two make their way inside, Damien pays for their seats and the find a corner that has a booth half and a half with chairs.
“I’m assuming you want the booth to hold that wide ass of yours?” Damien laughs. “Here.” Damien pulls the two chairs together for Oz. “Make yourself comfortable and I’ll get all your plates. You don’t have to worry about getting up until we leave, got it?”
“Got it.” Oz gives him a little smile, sitting his rear on both of the chairs. Oz can feel the joy in his heart, making him all warm and such.
Damien returns to the table with two plates piled high with assorted foods, fried fish, meats, bread, and everything in between. Damien goes back to the buffet, piling other foods for Oz.
As Oz waits for Damien to return, he tilts his head back, shoveling the food into his wide mouth. He eats everything on the plate at once, swallowing it down. He does this for the second plate as well, chugging a glass of water quickly after. He sighs. Damien returns with two more plates of other items, some of the sushi that the chefs prepare specifically, some of the assorted kinds of rice and pizzas. Although they may not go well together, Oz is more than happy to shove the food into his mouth. Nearly six trips later, Damien brings two plates full of pork buns and sweet buns. As Oz has gotten into a routine of pouring the stacked plates into his greedy, serrated maw, he picks up these plates trying to do the same, but Damien stops him.
“Up, up, up, tubs. Not this time. I want to feed this greedy gut myself.” Damien shakes Oz’s belly, rubbing it right after. Damien pecks Oz’s cheeks, which immediately blush red afterward. “I want these to be intimate.”
“Oh, sure, sorry. I just thought you were going to keep bringing me plates.”
“You have no limits, huh? That’s cute, but we can stop here today.” Damien pecks his cheek again. “Now, open up, tubs.” Damien coaxes Oz’s mouth. Oz opens his mouth gently, revealing his teeth slowly. Damien pushes the pork bun into his mouth quickly, giving Oz time to chew.
“There you go.” Damien stands behind Oz, pressing himself closer, grabbing him at the sides and shaking, sending his fat rippling all over. Damien leans over, his hard chest and abdomen pushing into Oz, and grabs two pork buns. “Now, open wide, tubby.”
Oz opens his mouth gentle again, a little wider this time. Damien sets one of the pork buns into his mouth and lets Oz chew. Before swallowing, Damien coaxes the second one in and Oz lets the bun enter his mouth. He chews them both and swallows them quickly, eager to fill his tummy even more.
Damien moves around Oz, sitting on the table, setting the plate of pork buns onto Oz’s shelf of a belly.
“What a fatty!” Damien expresses with such joyous excitement. Without warning, Damien begins shoving the last half dozen pork buns into Oz’s mouth. Oz chews, feeling aroused at the force used to fill his belly. Damien replaces the empty plate with the sweet buns. Damien lets Oz finish swallowing the food before shoving the dozen or so sweet buns into Oz’s eager mouth. Damien pushes two buns at a time, grabbing one in each hand. Oz’s cheeks fill with the buns, enjoying every second of being overfed.
“Oh, man, you are adorable.” Damien kisses Oz as he finishes the last of the food. “Now let’s get out of here.”
Some months later, Oz lies down with Damien on his bed. Oz ends up occupying most of it, so Damien lies down on Oz’s fat belly. They share a few kisses with a few candy bars pushed into Oz’s mouth in between.
“Oz, tubby? How much did you weigh before you got so fat?”
“Uhm, probably no more than 150lbs… Why are you so interested?”
“Let’s weigh you!” Damien drags the hefty boy out of the bed and into the connected bathroom. Oz barely manages to fit into the doorway.
Oz steps onto the scale. They give it a minute and a 504.7 appears on the screen before the scale shatters under the weight of Oz.
“Woah! No way, are you that fat?! Awesome!”
Damien pushes Oz back into the room, squishing his sides to get through the door. The large mirror hanging on the wall shows Oz himself. His fattened body looks nothing like he remembers looking.
“Damien? I-” Damien kisses him, embracing him in a tight embrace, their juxtaposing bodies pressing into one another. “You look amazing and I care about you regardless of your size.”
“Now, look back in the mirror and look at how cute you are.”
“Okay.” Oz steels himself, staring at his huge visage in the mirror, especially compared to the muscular hunk behind him.
“These chins and round, shadowy face make it easy for me to recognize you in any crowd. They make you look so cute that I know I could never confuse you for anyone else.”
“Especially, when you get red like that.” Damien kisses his cheeks. “Now, these soft pudgy arms that nearly the size of my own biceps, I love how they hold me when we hug or cuddle. If you were muscly like me, it wouldn’t feel the same. Just two hard surfaces on each other when I can have a soft cutie like you to hold me. Don’t even get me started on how much I love holding these chubby fingers of yours.” Damien kisses Oz’s hand, a lip mark blazing off his skin.
Oz smiles. “You’re adorable.”
“And, you aren’t? Now, these are my favorites.” Damien holds Oz’s moobs, one in each hand, fat spilling between his fingers and out of his hand. “These huge milkies point out with your cute nipples that press out of all your clothes. I can use them as pillows and hear your heart thumping. And, the prized possession! Your belly is huge! Gargantuan! It probably weighs more than me by itself and I love being under it and using it as a mattress when I’m kissing your lips or nipples. It’s perfect and your belly button runs so deep and I can put my hand in there to get a good hold on your fattened belly. It hangs low enough to brush your mid-thigh and it’s just so much fun to play with.”
Oz shakes his belly, the swaying and rippling lasting for a while.
“And your thighs, your legs! Immaculate. They’re so thick that I might even want thighs that big too! Haha! But it’s so much fun to watch them whomp with how much fat that they’re holding too! I love resting my head on your plush lap and kisses your inner thighs because it’s impossible for you to get there by yourself, and it makes showering with you so much fun because I like watching you try to rub your thighs but your huge belly stops you from it, so I have to do it and I love that.”
Oz can feel Damien’s arousal along with his own.
“And this butt! Oh, man! It’s huge! It’s ridiculous. Slapping it and watching it bounce for days is so much fun. I love when you sit on my and I can feel all of your butt all over me, like two beach balls! Facesitting has never been better and I can walk behind you forever. I love how you need more than one seat wherever we go because each butt cheek is just that big and that you’re so fat that that’s how you live. You’re just so cute and I love how fat you’ve gotten. I can’t wait to feed you more.”
Damien kisses Oz, his hands venturing all over Oz’s fattened body.
“I’m glad I didn’t get to ask you out back then. I wouldn’t have gotten so fat otherwise.”
Oz waddles over to the bed, lying down, spreading himself over the mattress, his too-tight striped briefs showing just how fat he has gotten. Damien joins him, lying on his enormous belly, teasing his nipples and kissing Oz passionately.
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