The afternoon sun slanted through the living room window, turning the floating dust into slow, gold sparks. The new house was quiet except for the soft rustle of pages and cardboard. Most of the boxes had already been emptied and broken down, stacked neatly by the door. The last one sat open beside the bookshelf—the "books" box, the one they'd both saved for last.
Ben crouched near the shelf, sliding novels and cookbooks into place. He had dark hair and a short, neat beard. His blue eyes flicked over each spine, arranging them by instinct rather than order. He wore a soft grey t-shirt that clung to his chest and shoulders, the fabric stretched taut over his frame. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, the elastic band digging into the sharp V of his pelvis. Beneath the fabric, the outline of his thick cock was visible.
Jay knelt beside him, lifting the next stack out of the box. His light brown hair had fallen forward over his forehead, and when he pushed it back, Ben caught another glimpse of his eyes—the same bright blue, but gentler somehow, as if the color softened with his expression. Jay's build was rounder, fuller. His t-shirt clung a little at his middle when he leaned forward, the soft swell of his stomach pressing against the hem. When he reached to set a row of paperbacks on the top shelf, a sliver of skin showed above the waistband of his sweatpants, pale and smooth.
"Last one," Jay said, handing over a novel with a bent spine. "We're officially moved in."
Ben took it, slid it into place, and stepped back to look. The shelves were full—cookbooks beside thrillers, a few old photo albums tucked between. He smiled, stretching his arms overhead. The fabric of his shirt rode up, exposing a strip of skin above his sweatpants. Jay's eyes followed the motion, lingering on the curve of Ben's ass.
"Looks perfect," Ben said.
Jay dropped onto the couch with a heavy exhale. Ben joined him. They sat for a moment, side by side, sinking into the couch cushions. The afternoon light touched their faces, warm and slow.
"Our place," Jay said after a while, turning to look at Ben.
Ben looked around, taking in the cozy room filled with their belongings. "Yeah," he said softly. "Our place."
Jay smiled and leaned back, one arm draped along the back of the couch. The fabric of his shirt stretched lightly across his chest, and the soft curve of his stomach shifted when he breathed. Ben let his eyes linger for a moment, appreciating the gentle lines of Jay's body.
"Alright," Jay said suddenly, patting his stomach with a small laugh. "I think I've earned something greasy."
Ben made the call, and while they waited, they each took quick showers to wash off the long day. The smell of soap and warm water drifted from the hallway, steam curling against the cooler air. By the time the delivery bell rang, both men were freshly showered and relaxed, dressed down to snug briefs that clung to their bodies.
They sat together at the small kitchen table with the pizza box between them. The scent of baked dough and tomato filled the room. Jay opened the lid and smiled like a kid seeing his favorite meal.
"Perfect," he said, reaching for the first slice.
Ben watched him eat, amused, before picking up his own. The sound of the crust breaking filled the space between them, small and homey. They didn't say much at first—the food was good, and the silence between them was easy. Jay finished his pizza quickly, then hesitated, glancing toward Ben's plate.
"You can have another," Ben said, half laughing.
Jay smiled sheepishly, then took one of Ben's slices. "You sure?"
"Go ahead," Ben said. "You've earned it."
Jay didn't need to be told twice. He ate with the same quiet pleasure he always did—like someone who truly enjoyed every bite. Ben leaned back, just watching, his smile soft.
When Jay finished and sat back with a satisfied sigh, Ben reached over, resting his hand briefly against his side where the soft curve of his love handle showed above the waistband of his briefs.
"What an appetite," Ben said with a grin.
Jay laughed, swatting lightly at his hand. "Hey, moving's hard work."
"Sure it is," Ben said, still smiling. "Good thing I work at a bakery. You'll never go hungry here."
Jay leaned back, content. His gaze wandered down to Ben's crotch, where the outline of his semi-erect cock was clearly visible through the thin fabric of his briefs. He licked his lips, a hungry look in his eyes.
Ben noticed Jay's gaze and smirked. "See something you like?" he asked teasingly.
Jay's eyes met his, bright with desire. "I think you know I do," he said softly.
Without another word, they both stood up from the table and began to kiss passionately. Ben's hands roamed over Jay's body, cupping his ass and pulling him close. Jay moaned into the kiss, his own hands slipping under Ben's shirt to caress his muscular back.
Breaking the kiss, Jay took Ben's hand and led him to their bedroom. Once inside, they stripped off their briefs and fell onto the bed together, their bodies pressed close as they continued to make out and explore each other with eager hands and mouths.
The late-spring heat settled over their street in a quiet, heavy way. Most afternoons the air in the house felt too still to keep a shirt on for long, so Ben and Jay moved through it in the most natural way they could—barefoot, in nothing but briefs, windows open, curtains breathing in the warm wind.
Ben always brought something home when he returned from the bakery each day: a small white box filled with what the shop couldn't sell. There were a couple of glazed rolls, a few donuts, sometimes half a cake. Jay, who came home later from his bus route, always seemed to be waiting for that sweet scent.
"You've done it again," Jay said on Tuesday, lifting the lid of the box. "You know I can't resist this."
Ben smiled, dropping his keys into the bowl by the counter. "That's why I bring it. But they are for dessert, after we've had dinner."
Jay grinned and reached for a roll. He ate standing at the counter, one hand on his hip. Ben watched the scene with quiet satisfaction.
As the week went on, the habit stuck. Ben came home with more and more treats, and Jay would finish them, sampling each one like a small ritual.
"I brought too much today," Ben said on Friday.
"It's never too much," Jay said with a grin.
After eating lasagna together, Jay took his time with the bakery leftovers, moving through each piece, making little comments about the filling, the glaze, the texture. Ben watched him with amusement, his eyes lingering on the way Jay's stomach jiggled with each bite, the way his nipples looked puffier.
When Jay finished, he wiped his hands on a napkin and stretched, a satisfied sound escaping him. Ben smiled, reaching out to pat Jay's belly. It was softer and gave slightly under his touch.
"I love watching you stuff yourself," Ben said softly.
Jay laughed, looking over his shoulder at Ben. "I can see."
Ben's cock was rock hard, straining against the front of his briefs. Jay turned to face him fully, his own erection tenting his underwear. He reached out to trace a finger along the bulge, feeling the heat of Ben's arousal.
"You're so hard," Jay whispered.
"Only for you," Ben replied, his voice rough with desire.
Jay dropped to his knees in front of him and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Ben's briefs. He tugged them down slowly, revealing Ben's thick, hard cock. Jay licked his lips at the sight of it.
"You have such a beautiful cock," Jay said softly.
He wrapped one hand around the base, feeling the weight of it, the throb of blood beneath the skin. His other hand cupped Ben's balls, rolling them gently in his palm. Ben groaned at the touch, his hips rocking forward slightly. Jay leaned in and dragged his tongue along the underside of Ben's cock, from base to tip. Ben shuddered at the sensation, his cock twitching against Jay's lips. Jay licked around the head, swirling his tongue in the ridge where the head met the shaft, feeling the smooth skin.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Ben groaned.
Jay smiled up at him before taking the head into his mouth, sucking lightly. He worked his way down inch by inch, taking more of Ben's cock into his mouth with each bob of his head. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, feeling Ben's cock throb against his tongue. Ben's hands went to Jay's hair, gripping it tightly as he began to thrust into his mouth. Jay moaned around his cock, the vibrations traveling up Ben's shaft.
"You're going to make me cum so hard," Ben groaned. Jay pulled off for a moment, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes.
"Then cum for me," he said before taking him back into his mouth.
He began to suck harder and faster, his head bobbing up and down rapidly. Ben's hips rocked forward, thrusting into his mouth, fucking Jay's face. The wet sounds filled the room. With a low groan, Ben came hard, his cum spurting into Jay's mouth. Jay swallowed it down, milking every last drop from Ben's cock. When he was done, he pulled off slowly, licking his lips to catch any stray drops of cum. He looked up at Ben with a satisfied smile.
Jay stirred first, blinking against the brightness, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His feet touched the cool wooden floor, and he stretched, a quiet yawn escaping him.
He padded down the hall to the bathroom, in just too-tight white briefs, and stepped on the scale. The number blinked up at him: five pounds heavier. Jay frowned slightly, then chuckled. "Well," he muttered to himself, "guess it's all those pastries."
He turned to look at himself in the mirror, really taking in his reflection for the first time in a while. The briefs hugged his hips and thighs snugly, emphasizing the soft curve of his ass and the way his love handles flared out above the waistband. His belly was rounder too, a soft paunch protruding slightly from his middle.
Jay ran his hands over his stomach, feeling the way it jiggled with the movement. He pinched at the new layer of fat, watching it bounce back into place. He had to admit, he didn't look bad like this. His body was soft and plush in all the right places.
Ben stirred from the bed, lifting his head from the pillow when he heard Jay's voice. "What's up?"
Jay looked down at the scale. "Gained a little this week."
Ben swung his legs out of bed, his dark hair mussed and beard slightly rumpled from sleep. He came up behind Jay, peering at the scale with a mock-serious expression. "Let's see..." he said, reaching over to read the number.
He leaned back, smiling. "Five pounds?"
Jay felt a warm flush spread through him, comforted by the quiet reassurance. Ben's blue eyes held a gentle sparkle as he continued, his gaze tracing over Jay's familiar shape. "Your ass is fuller," he said, giving it a playful squeeze. "And these briefs are so tight now." He hooked a finger in the elastic, tugging it away from Jay's skin to reveal a roll of flesh. "You look... sexy."
Jay smiled. "I'm glad you like it."
Ben grinned and headed toward the kitchen. "I'm making you a big breakfast. Pancakes. Tons of them."
The smell of butter and syrup filled the house soon after. Ben moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, flipping pancakes and arranging them on a plate. Jay wandered in, stretching again, still in his tight briefs. The fabric clung to every curve of his body, leaving little to the imagination.
When breakfast was ready, Jay sat down at the table and immediately began gorging on the stack of pancakes in front of him. The warm, fluffy cakes coated in rich syrup disappeared quickly, punctuated by satisfied hums and quiet laughter. Ben watched, smiling to himself at the joy on Jay's face, and with a growing erection.
"You eat like a pig," Ben said lightly, shifting in his seat to adjust his cock.
Jay glanced up at him, cheeks flushed and happy. "Can't help it," he said around a mouthful of food.
Ben leaned across the table and gave an affectionate pat to Jay's ass cheek, feeling the soft flesh jiggle under his palm. "You're going to need bigger underwear soon," he teased.
Jay laughed. He took another big bite of pancake, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. "You know, most people would be worried, but I think I look good like this."
Ben nodded encouragingly. "I do too," he agreed. "You're gorgeous, Jay. Every inch of you."
Jay blushed at the compliment, ducking his head shyly. He took another bite of pancake, savoring the sweet taste as he chewed.
When he was done eating, Jay sat back in his chair, patting his belly contentedly. It protruded slightly now, round and full from the massive breakfast. He glanced over at Ben, noticing the tent in his briefs.
"Morning," Jay said teasingly, nodding towards Ben's erection.
Ben grinned. "I wanna fuck your big ass," he replied, standing up and letting his briefs drop to the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, standing at attention.
Jay licked his lips at the sight, feeling his own arousal stir in response. He stood up and turned slowly. Ben wasted no time, hooking his fingers in Jay's briefs and yanking them down to his knees. His thick cock pressed against Jay's hole, the head slick with saliva.
"You want this?" Ben growled in Jay's ear.
"Fuck yes," Jay panted back. "Give it to me."
With one hard thrust, Ben entered him, sinking balls-deep into Jay's tight heat. They both moaned at the sensation, Jay's walls clenching around Ben's girth.
Ben began to move then, pulling out until just the tip remained inside before slamming back in. He set a brutal pace, fucking Jay hard and deep. The table shook beneath them with each thrust, plates and silverware clattering to the floor.
Jay pushed back against Ben, meeting him thrust for thrust. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed through the kitchen, punctuated by their harsh panting and groans.
"I'm gonna cum," Ben warned breathlessly.
"Fill me up," Jay gasped out.
With a few more erratic thrusts, Ben reached his peak. He buried himself to the hilt in Jay's ass and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside him. Jay followed soon after, spilling into his hand with a long, drawn-out moan.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, both trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms. Finally, Ben pulled out slowly.
Jay stood up on shaky legs, turning to face Ben with a satisfied grin. "Breakfast is definitely my favorite meal now," he joked.
A month later, the morning light came in soft and hazy through the curtains. It was one of those slow Saturdays when time didn't matter—no alarms, no shifts, just the hum of the fan and the quiet rustle of clothes.
Jay stood by the open closet, a half-smile on his face as he tugged at the waistband of his briefs. They refused to cooperate. "Alright," he said with a small laugh. "These definitely shrank."
Ben, still sitting on the edge of the bed, looked up. "Shrank, huh?"
Jay chuckled, glancing over his shoulder. "Okay, fine. Maybe not. And these are the ones that fit best." He exhaled, resting his hands on his hips. His belly had grown noticeably rounder since they moved in together, soft and full. "I'm twenty-five pounds up since we moved in."
Ben got to his feet, stretching the stiffness from his back. His eyes roamed over Jay's body appreciatively—the swell of his belly, the way his tits and love handles jiggled, the thick thighs that rubbed together when he walked.
"You've been eating like a pig," Ben said with a grin. "My pig."
Jay ran a hand down his belly, which was heavier than before. "I'm getting seriously overweight. Look at this belly." He grabbed a fold of skin, letting it droop between his fingers. "And my nipples are so sensitive now that they're bigger."
Ben crossed the room and stood beside him, looking at the open drawer where Jay kept his underwear. The drawer was filled with briefs that were stretched taut across Jay's ass, the fabric thin and worn from use.
"You're so hot," he said simply. "I can't believe how round and soft your ass is now." He reached out to cup one cheek, feeling the way it filled his palm. "I'm obsessed."
Jay smiled, glancing at him. "You are?"
"Look how hard just looking at your big ass trapped in those tiny briefs makes me," Ben said, pressing his own erection against Jay's hip.
Jay laughed softly, feeling a flush of arousal spread through him. "Well, we're going shopping," he said. "I need bigger everything, not just underwear."
Ben grinned. "We'll make a day of it—grab lunch, find you things that fit right."
"Deal," Jay said, still smiling.
The day was bright and mild, the kind that made the city feel open and friendly. After a huge breakfast, Ben and Jay drove downtown, windows down, the radio humming under their quiet chatter.
Clothes shopping turned out to be easier than either of them expected. They drifted through racks, holding extra large things up for each other's approval. Jay found a few pairs of jeans that fit comfortably around his new ass, some shirts that didn't cling to his big belly and much bigger underwear.
By the time they left the third store, both of them were ready for a break. Jay glanced toward the square. "There's that little place you like—the one with the big portions."
Ben followed his gaze and smiled. "Perfect."
They settled into a table by the window. Jay looked over the menu and ordered too much food—two double cheeseburgers with extra bacon, fries, and a milkshake topped with whipped cream and a cherry.
When it came, Jay dug in happily, moaning around mouthfuls of burger and fries. Ben ate slowly, half the time talking, half the time just watching Jay enjoy himself.
"I think I might've overdone it a bit," Jay said, finishing the last bite.
Ben shook his head, amused. "You always do. You're such a pig."
Jay laughed, reaching for his milkshake. "Guilty as charged."
When they got back to their apartment, they unloaded the bags and took their clothes off.
Jay collapsed onto the bed with a groan, patting his stuffed belly. "I feel so big," he said, turning to look at Ben.
Ben crawled onto the bed next to him. "I like watching you overeat— like when you polish off all the leftovers I bring from the bakery every day," he said. "It turns me on."
Jay raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? How much does it turn you on?"
Ben pressed against him, letting Jay feel the hard bulge of his erection. "This much," he said, grinding his hips forward.
Jay moaned softly, wrapping a leg around Ben's waist to pull him closer. "Well then," he said with a grin. "Maybe you should do something about it."
Ben didn't need to be told twice. He started kissing down Jay's neck, hands roaming over his body—the swell of his belly, the softness of his ass, the thickness of his thighs.
Jay gasped and arched into his touch, reaching for Ben's cock and stroking it firmly. They made out sloppily, all tongues and teeth and grasping hands.
"Fuck me," Jay begged. "I need your cock."
By the time Jay's parents' car pulled up in front of the house, the late-summer light had softened into something golden and forgiving. The air smelled faintly of cut grass and the last blooms from the garden next door. Ben was in the kitchen, slicing bread for dinner, when Jay called out, "They're here!"
Ben wiped his hands on a towel and came to the door just as Jay opened it. His mother was the first through, short and bright-eyed, wrapping Jay in a hug. His father followed, shaking his head with that wry smile that always looked half like a laugh.
"Well, look at you," his mother said, pulling back. "You look... different."
Jay grinned. "Yeah, I guess I've gained a little weight."
His father gave a low chuckle. "A little? You're fat, son."
Jay laughed and motioned them inside. "I know. I'm up more than fifty pounds."
Ben reached out to shake hands, then found himself pulled into a hug by Jay's mother.
"It's wonderful to finally see where you two live," she said, looking around the small living room. "It feels like you. Cozy, lived in."
Dinner had been slow-cooking all afternoon: roast chicken, vegetables, Ben's bread cooling on a rack. By the time they sat down, the sun had gone, and the windows reflected the golden glow of the lamps. Plates passed back and forth, laughter spilled between questions about work, about the bakery, about Jay's bus route.
"You really drive the same line every day?" his father asked.
"Yeah," Jay said, helping himself for seconds. "I like it. It's simple. You start early, you finish early."
His mother reached for a piece of bread. "You bake all this yourself, Ben?"
"I did," Ben said. "Well, except the vegetables. Jay roasted those."
Jay grinned. "I have my talents."
"Apparently, eating is one of them," his father said, smiling, then hesitated. "Are you planning on dieting?"
The table went still for half a second—not tense, just quiet. Jay met his father's eyes, still smiling. "Nah... I'm good."
His mother reached over and patted his hand. "We just worry about you."
Jay laughed, shaking his head. "You don't need to worry about me, Mom. I'm OK."
Ben glanced down at his plate. He felt guilty for helping his boyfriend become fat, but it turned him on too much to stop now. And he loved calling him pig.
Jay's father cleared his throat, easing the moment back toward comfort. "Well," he said, smiling again, "it's good to see you both."
"Thank you," Ben said softly.
They talked until the candles burned low, until Jay had finished the last of the chicken. Later, when the dishes were stacked and Jay's parents had gone to bed in the guest room, Ben and Jay stood together by the sink, washing the last few plates by hand.
Jay bumped his belly lightly against Ben's back. "It wasn't so bad. Was it?"
"I guess not," Ben said. "They just want to make sure you're OK."
"I am," Jay said. "Thanks to you."
Then, Ben grabbed ice cream and a spoon, and ordered Jay to go to their bedroom. "If you finish it all, I'll blow you."
Jay polished the whole tub of ice cream, even though he was stuffed from dinner, so Ben had him lay back on the bed and slowly pulled off his briefs. He licked around the head of his cock, taking in the musky scent of his boyfriend before swallowing his whole length. Jay started moaning, a little too loud with his parents in the room next door. Ben reached up to pinch and roll Jay's nipples between his fingers as he sucked.
"Shit," Jay panted. "I'm gonna cum."
Ben popped off and spat on Jay's dick, jerking him off fast and hard. "Do it," he growled. "Cum for me. Shoot your load all over your fat belly."
With a loud groan, Jay obeyed, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum spurted from the tip. Ben aimed the first few spurts at Jay's belly button, watching them paint his soft skin white.
Jay collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving as he caught his breath. Ben crawled up his body and kissed him deeply, letting Jay taste himself on his tongue.
"Good pig," Ben murmured against his lips. "My fat little pig."
It was Halloween. Ben's bakery had been busy all week with pumpkin loaves and apple tarts, and Jay had been ferrying kids in costumes on his bus route. They were both ready for a night that was about nothing more than laughter and good company.
The invitation had come from their friends Sam and Riley—an annual costume party that somehow drew half the city's creative crowd. Ben was going to go as a farmer: worn jeans, suspenders, plaid shirt and a straw hat. Jay, at more than 300 pounds now, was going to go wearing only a jockstrap and a pig's nose.
"I can't believe you're going through with this," Ben said, watching him adjust the too-tight jockstrap. His ass cheeks looked so round and full, and they jiggled with every step. His belly was massive now too and he had developed the sexiest man boobs. He was undeniably obese.
Jay laughed, mock seriousness in his tone. "I'm your pig," he said. "Besides, I look adorable."
Ben grinned. "You look hot."
They stepped out into the cold, joining the slow stream of people heading toward the big brick house at the end of the block. Laughter spilled out from the porch before they even reached the door.
When they entered, a chorus of voices greeted them—friends waving from every direction. "Ben! Jay! You made it!" someone called, already half-dancing in a wizard robe.
The living room glowed with orange light, cobweb decorations trailing from the ceiling fan. Jay barely made it two steps before Riley approached, dressed as a scarecrow and pointing at him with exaggerated shock. "Jay! Jesus! You're practically naked."
Jay laughed, shrugging. "I'm a pig."
"I see," Riley said, smiling warmly. "I hadn't noticed you were so... big."
Ben felt a rush of pride that he tried to hide behind a sip of his drink. He didn't say anything, but inside, his cock was twitching and already leaking pre-cum.
A little later, their friend Sam, in a glittering vampire cape, leaned over and said to Ben, "Is he OK? He's gained weight really quick."
Ben smiled, glancing at Jay, who was talking animatedly across the room. "Yeah," he said softly. "He is."
The night rolled on in a blur of conversation, laughter, and music that made the floors shake. They danced, ate too many snacks, posed for photos with friends. Every now and then someone would tease Jay about his costume, and he'd just grin, nudge Ben, and say, "Hey, he's the farmer. I'm his pig."
"You having fun?" Jay asked.
Ben smiled. "You have no idea."
Jay laughed, shaking his head. "I can't wait to get back home and fuck that huge ass."
They were home, fucking, a few minutes later. Jay still had his costume on.
"They all saw it," Ben growled, fucking him hard from behind. "You're my fat little oinker."
Jay moaned loudly, pushing back against him. "Oik!"
Ben grabbed his hips, slamming into him hard enough to make his fat jiggle. Jay's heavy balls swung with each thrust, his cock bobbing between his legs.
"My fat creation," Ben panted, slapping Jay's cheek hard enough to leave a red handprint.
"Yes!" Jay cried out. "I'm your pig! Fuck your pig!"
Ben reached around to stroke Jay's leaking cock, working him in time with his thrusts. The room filled with moans and grunts of pleasure.
"Cum for me," Ben demanded, fucking Jay harder.
Jay obeyed with a loud squeal, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum spurted from the tip. Ben followed soon after, buried deep inside Jay's ass as he filled him with his own release.
They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, both gasping for breath. Ben peppered Jay's neck and shoulders with kisses as they came down from their high.
"That was amazing," Jay panted, turning his head for a kiss.
Ben smiled against his lips. "You are perfect. My sexy pig."
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