Fat Men 😍

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. 

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. 

Michael had been the first in their group to lose his virginity. Tall, good looking and naturally athletic, the girls had flocked around him more than any of the rest of the otherwise nerdy bunch of guys the pair of them were friends with. To say that Michael was a randy teenager was a massive understatement. As an eighteen year old, Michael would delight in making them all jealous with tales of his kinky exploits, never holding back on the details for the ever-single boys. Then, when he and Levi had been walking home one Friday night, fueled by stolen beer from his dad’s refrigerator, Levi had somehow ended up sucking Michael off in some back alley. For Levi, who had repressed his sexuality for so long, it had been the most momentous event of his life. Finally, he had someone to talk about all these feelings which had plagued him for so long. As two horny eighteen year olds, they’d enjoyed the thrill of sneaking off together and having their own secret encounters. However, Levi was always well aware that none of it had ever actually meant anything to Michael, who was still quietly making his way through the entirety of eligible girls on the cheerleading squad. When college started up, that was it. Michael was gone and, in the great void that was left behind, only a feeling of being used and discarded remained.

With no social media, Levi realised that Michael had remained that fresh-faced eighteen year old in his head for all these years: the broad chest, slim waist and six pack; not forgetting that perfect dick of his that had imprinted itself on Levi’s mind every time he had been with anyone else. Perhaps that was why his eyes drifted over Michael without the slightest hint of recognition. The estranged man had been standing at the bar next to Rick and a couple of others of their friends. It was only as the pair of them locked eyes that Levi realised who the stranger actually was. Handsome though Michael remained, his face had swollen with puffier cheeks and a slight double chin that masked the once striking jawline. Broader and taller than he even remembered, Michael had a formidable mass to him; strong and capable, yet carrying an a surprising amount of weight around his middle, with a stout belly that pushed out further than all the other dad-bods that had begun to sprout on many of the other guys Levi recognised from high school. Yet, even now Michael seemed to command attention more than the rest of them: the perfect fit of his t-shirt around his big arms, his confident stance and deep masculine voice. His hair was long and thick, down to his shoulders and a perfect, trimmed beard had turned him into the type of hairy bear Levi had lusted after for many years on those infuriating dating apps. His cologne smelt sexy and his wide, fun-loving smile made Levi remember all over again just why he’d found Michael so irresistible.

It was only as they all sat down that the subject of Michael’s weight came up. With a sizable ball gut pressing into his lap, the sight of it captured all their attention, until Rick was brave enough to observe: “So, you’ve been eating well since high school, huh?”

Michael laughed heartily and rubbed the shelf of his protruding stomach like it was an old friend. “Dude, you have no idea!” he smiled proudly.

“You were the only one of us who had a six pack!” smiled Jake, who had always carried an extra thirty unwanted pounds on his body.

“Yeah, that didn’t last long in college,” Michael shot back, as if the loss had meant nothing at all to him. “Take-out and beer soon sorted that out!” he chuckled, patting his hefty middle that was inadequately concealed behind an unflatteringly fitted t-shirt. Then I met Anabelle…” he grinned, using the same boyish tone he had always deployed when talking about the girls he had been with.

“Oh, you mean the infamous ex?” Rick asked, fully encouraging Michael to continue.

Michael nodded. “The sexiest woman you will ever meet!” he boasted. “You guys will love this…” he grinned, pulling out his cell phone to show them a picture of her, making all the guys swoon at the image, just like he had always done, teasing them with those unobtainable girls back in high school.

“Fuck, dude!” Rick exclaimed jealously, as if he had been transported back to his teenage years. “And she finished with you because you got too big?”

“No, buddy,” Michael chuckled. “The complete opposite. I actually used to be seventy pounds heavier than this when we were together,” he explained, holding out his hands as if to simulate a much larger gut that had once been on him. “Let’s just say, she was the type of girl who liked to keep her man well fed!”

The guys all laughed. “What? Like some sort of feeder?” Rick asked, bemused by the idea.

“And then some!” Michael nodded emphatically back. “She was crazy horny about it all. I used to get the best fucking blow jobs if I just sat back, ate a couple of pizzas and bloated up on beers each evening! A nice little lap dance for taking down a tub of ice cream. Tits in my face any time I was munching on some snacks!”

“That's so weird!” laughed one of the others.

“It was fucking awesome!” Michael laughed. “The best time of my life without a doubt. Who needs a six pack when you have a girl like that bouncing up and down on your dick all night?” he smirked proudly. “She ended up finishing with me for some huge, five hundred pound guy who moved into our building,” he added with his usual, casual attitude.

Naturally, the guys were all incredibly curious, asking several questions.

“It sounds like you had a lucky escape!” Jake finally stated, patting his buddy on the back.

Michael nodded, but didn’t seem quite so convinced.

In time, each of them began to explain exactly what it was they had been up to during the intervening years since high school.

“What about you, Levi?” asked Michael. “Are you seeing anyone at the moment?”

Levi shook his head. “I was seeing a guy from work for a couple of years, but that didn’t really go anywhere,” he answered.

“Oh, good,” Michael nodded. “So you came out at last then?”

The other guys looked curiously from Michael to Levi. “Wait. Did you know he was gay back in high school?” Jake asked, as they had all previously agreed that none of them had had the slightest inclination that Levi had been secretly into guys back then.

“Of course!” Michael nodded. “Who do you think gave him his first blow job?”

Jaws dropped to the floor.

“You never told any of them about us?” Michael asked Levi directly as the silence filled the space. “After all these years?”

“I never told anyone,” Levi mumbled back, knowing that he was going to have to spend the rest of the evening explaining the secret fling that had ended up stinging him so deeply as an eighteen year old.

“I’m sorry,” Michael whispered, sneaking up to the bar with Levi later that evening. “I had no idea that it was all still a secret. I wouldn’t have said anything otherwise,” he mumbled awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Levi replied graciously, despite the way he was still gritting his teeth. Not only had he had to confront the guy who had broken his teenage heart, back in the day, but now he’d had to answer questions about it for the last half an hour.

“I was worried you were pissed off at me,” Michael prodded further, perhaps still sensing Levi’s annoyance.

“Why would you be worried?” Levi shrugged back. “It’s not like you’ve given any of us a second thought in the last few years.”

Michael rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, knowing he had thoroughly deserved the cutting remark. “Well, maybe it feels that way, but it’s not as if I stopped thinking about any of you, and remembering the fun we had.” He glanced quickly over his shoulder to check that none of the guys were looking, then whispered playfully back: “Especially that night I fucked you on that mini golf course…” he teased.

Levi couldn’t help but laugh. That story, at least, had remained hidden from the group: the first time Levi had really enjoyed taking a pounding and been so vocal about it, moaning loudly. They had been less than half a second away from getting caught by a very angry looking security guy. “That was a pretty good night,” he nodded back.

“Well then…” Michael teased flirtatiously, looking back for one final check before playfully cupping Levi’s butt with his giant hand. “If you ever want to recreate those glory days… I’m always willing…”

Levi grinned back. So, Michael was just as horny as ever? It had been years since he’d been touched by him, yet the electricity sizzled through his entire body. He’d known for a long time that no one could ever get him aroused quite like Michael could.

“Oh, fuck!” Michael exclaimed a week or so later, zipping his pants back up. “You’ve certainly upped your game since last time.”

Michael smirked. It wasn’t the first time he’d been told he gave a good blow job. He’d finished pretty quickly himself; overcome by his arousal for the large-built guy who had replaced the former Michael. Broad, bellied and bearded, this man was now the perfect bear for a guy like Levi. And his dick? Well, that was just as beautiful and large as Michael remembered.

“Blow jobs just make me crave pizza these days,” Michael laughed, pulling his tight t-shirt back on and plopping down on the couch as if he needed to catch his breath still. “I think that’s what happens after you’ve dated a feeder,” he chuckled, tapping his gut. “I’ll probably have to pick something up on the way home.”

“I thought you were trying to lose weight?” Levi asked, putting his own clothes back on.

Michael seemed to think for a moment. “Not really,” he shrugged. “I lost weight because of the stress of breaking up, leaving my job, getting ready to move back here… and my family’s judgement, of course,” he sighed, rolling his eyes impatiently at that last one. “ But I actually quite liked being bigger,” he nodded, rubbing his still protrusive gut.

“What size were you?” Levi asked curiously.

“Three hundred and sixty pounds at my biggest,” Michael replied as if he thoroughly expected the figure to impress Levi. “I was a whole lot of man!”

“I bet!” Levi smiled back, realising that the thought was not at all unattractive. “I’m sure your ex was delighted.”

Michael nodded emphatically back. “And she found plenty of ways to show how happy she was with me,” the guy winked playfully back.

“Do you still miss her?” Levi asked, wondering whether, underneath all of Michael’s bravado, there was still some sadness about losing her.

Again, Michael took a moment to think. “Sometimes,” he stated at last. “She’s moved on and is happy, which is nice to know. I do miss the sex though…” he grinned.

Levi rolled his eyes. Michael’s brain had always been second in command to his penis when it came to his decision making. “Oh, is that so?” he chuckled with amusement at the fact that Michael would never change. Older and wiser, perhaps, but nothing would ever come in the way of him getting that perfect orgasm.

“You have no idea how nice it is to be sucked off after so much food,” Michael smiled fondly. “I’ll never find anyone that will let me get away with that shit again. Just all that food, beer and kinky sex… I was absolutely in my element with it all!”

Levi playfully punched his buddy on his arm, but even as he feigned disinterest at the over-share, the cogs in his head had already started to turn.

“Were you expecting someone?” asked Michael the following week as they kissed on the couch and were interrupted by a loud knock at Levi’s door.

Levi smiled and got up, returning a minute later with a large, steaming pizza inside its cardboard box.

“You ordered us pizza?” Michael asked with bemusement.

“No…” Levi smiled back. “I got you pizza.” He observed for a second as Michael seemed to be getting the gist of what was happening. “I thought it might be a nice little accompaniment for when I go down on you in a second.”

Michael’s smile beamed. He stood up and undressed with a ferocious speed; his dick already hard before he’d even dropped his underwear. “Where do you want me?” he asked, as if thoroughly expecting to be directed by Levi throughout this experience.

Levi’s eyebrows rose. He hadn’t anticipated that Michael would be quite this enthusiastic. “Just in front of the TV will be fine,” he smirked, pointing down at the armchair. Michael’s dick appeared ridiculously stiff.

The moans were loud and raucous that came from the feeding man. More than once, Levi had to stop what he was doing, laughing at how uncontrollably the big boy was enjoying getting sucked off as he ate.

“You realise I’ve got neighbors upstairs?” he asked the naked Michael, legs spread wide and slouching in the chair as he ate. “These walls are paper-thin!”

“This just feels so fucking good,” Michael replied, his eyes filled with an all-consuming lust; the type that Levi had never seen in anyone before. “Have you got anything else to eat? I’m nearly done with this pizza.”

Levi sat up more and peered into the box in shock. Only a single slice remained. “But that was an extra large!” he cried.

Michael merely grinned. “I’m a greedy boy!” he announced proudly, grabbing onto a roll of stomach fat and giving it a shake.

“I might have some cake in the…” 

“YES!” Michael roared, rubbing his own dick as he waited patiently for Levi to resume his sucking. “Bring the whole thing,” he ordered, upon seeing that there was over half of Levi’s own birthday cake just sitting in the refrigerator.

Never before had Levi been instructed to slow down and focus on edging when pleasuring a guy, but that was exactly what Michael seemed to want; pulling his dick away each time he felt he was getting a little too close to the climax. It took Levi far longer than it should have to work out exactly why. As insane as it may have appeared, Michael wasn’t going to let himself finish until every last crumb of that cake had been consumed, washed down with the entire pack of beers he’d brought along with him.

When the grand finale at last came closer, Michael was rubbing the shelf of his fat tummy and burping loudly between moans. He’d reached out for one of Levi’s hands and strapped it onto his gut as if he wanted him to appreciate the extreme bloating it was now going through. Then he came, gushing into Levi’s mouth like a flood, and growling like it was the best orgasm of his life.

“So, what did you think about all that weird shit with Michael’s ex?” asked Rick the next time he met up with Levi and a couple of the others at a bar in town.

The guys all nodded in consideration of the question. “She sounds like she was into some pretty freaky stuff,” replied one. “I don’t think I could have gone along with all that just to make her happy.”

“Exactly!” Rick nodded in agreement. “What the hell possessed him to get so fat for her? He’ll never get back to his old weight now.”

“Who says he even wants to?” added Levi, feeling like he needed to contribute to the conversation, despite knowing so much more than the rest of them.

“I think that’s the problem,” Rick nodded. “It’s like he’s actually proud of it.”

All of them looked across at Michael who was away, ordering at the bar. Just as always, his t-shirt was a poor fit, stretching across his stomach in a way that only emphasised it more; tight fitting pants failing to conceal his crack.

“His dad thinks he’s seeing someone,” Rick went on. “He goes out at least a couple of nights a week and is always very cagey about where he’s been.”

Levi could feel his face flushing slightly. 

“He would have said something if he was seeing someone,” dismissed one of the others. “Michael’s never been coy when it’s come to talking about his sex life, has he?”

The men all nodded in acceptance of that, still gazing across at their old friend as though he was a complete enigma to them.

Levi couldn’t deny that he found it all exciting over the coming weeks. Michael was so damn horny any time they included food into their sex life, eating had become the most utilised form of foreplay.

“I’m putting weight on again,” Michael smirked, after pulling off his shirt and sitting himself down in the familiar armchair. He cracked open his beer, putting it next to the full tray of doughnuts he had brought along with him. “I can feel it all coming back under here,” he stated, lifting his arm and bouncing the fleshy area to the side of his chest, usually concealed by his strong arms.

“It must be all the pizza!” smiled Levi back, always delighted whenever Michael headed over to see him; the visits becoming more and more frequent. 

“And the ice cream… the burgers, the doughnuts, the beers…” Michael sang back proudly. “My appetite has gone through the roof lately, and I am absolutely loving it!” he exclaimed, pulling out his dick, which was indeed very hard, and giving it its first rub of the evening; all whilst inserting the first of his fresh doughnuts.

“A real little piggy!” Levi teased, having noticed that such words seemed to arouse Michael even more. Perhaps it was something his ex had done, commenting on how fat he was getting week by week.

“You’d better believe it!” Michael smiled, beckoning Levi over to sit on his knee and kiss him.

After a full minute of kissing, Michael’s hands started to undress Levi, pulling off his shirt and yanking down his pants until he could send Levi away to lubricate himself and return to sit his tight butt down on his crotch; then bounce away as Michael ate.

“Take one,” Michael ordered, nodding to the doughnuts.

“I’m not keen on doughnuts,” Levi replied, finally getting into a nice, slow, stimulating rhythm. 

“Not for you!” Michael shot back. “For me!” he cried. “I want you to feed it to me.”

Levi smirked. That sounded like fun. He picked one up with his hand and teased Michael by nudging it closer to his mouth, holding it under his nose without letting him take any. Then, at last, Michael took a large, deep bite that filled his entire mouth. It wasn’t easy to coordinate whilst sliding up and down Michael’s hardness, and so, by the next bite, Levi ended up simply pressing all that he could into the man’s greedy open mouth. In response, he could feel his lover’s hardness throbbing even harder inside him, making it immediately obvious that this was something his ex had once done. This glutton was clearly used to being hand fed.

It was so rewarding to see Michael’s arousal. For the first time, there was that kinky little submissive streak showing itself. Levi pressed another doughnut into the guy’s face. Icing smeared across Michael’s nose as it was impossible to keep it steady. “Come on, Piggy. Eat it all up for me! It’s time to grow!”

Michael’s eyes immediately bulged. He clearly hadn’t been expecting that comment and, despite trying to lift Levi’s slim butt off him, he couldn’t manage to stop himself ejaculating all up Levi’s back. “Fuck!” he panted, frustrated that he had climaxed earlier than planned. “You’ve got to warn me before you say kinky shit like that!” he chuckled.

Levi smiled brightly, enjoying the power of making Michael lose control. This kink of his was genuinely so exciting when it felt like he could have the handsome guy wrapped around his little finger. The horny thing that he was, Michael would be ready to go and in another five minutes or so. And, when he was, Levi was going to make sure that those last remaining six doughnuts would all be gobbled up…

Working from home had its perks over the coming weeks. Michael had started to video call him on the phone during their lunchbreaks. Given that he was constantly driving around in his job, Michael was usually sitting in his car in some fast food place parking lot. Naturally, he’d order far too much, enjoying the reactions of those who served him. Then he’d call Levi up after he was a couple of burgers down, aroused and wanting encouragement to continue gorging. It was easy and arousing work, as well as being surprisingly effective for getting Michael enthused to come and see him each evening.

“Finish those hamburgers and I’ll suck you off like a pro this evening,” Levi teased. “Come on… nice big bites now, Fat Boy! That’s it!”

Oh, how Michael moaned with delight! It was their own secret love language. Michael had stopped looking for other people to pleasure him because no one quite knew how to get his dick as hard as Levi did. No one else would have the skills to edge Michael the way he liked, how much a jiggle of his fat could get him going, or whispering cheeky encouragement into his ear could build into such an explosive finale.

Perhaps it was because it was a regain, Michael grew with exceptional speed. Blubber spread throughout his torso, puffing up the cheeks of his face and widening his appearance from behind. His stomach had a long arch to it under Michel’s large chest, becoming tank-like and magnificent.

“It feels so much different to the last time I was three-sixty,” Michael declared, gazing at his naked reflection in the mirror after building up quite a sweat pounding Levi on the bed. “My belly doesn’t feel as big, but my butt is so much softer this time!” he laughed, reaching around for one of the oversized glutes and jiggling it as he chuckled at the sight of its movement.

“That’s probably because all you do is sit on your fat ass all day with this new job,” Levi replied, sitting up in bed and rubbing his dick, still waiting for his turn to be satisfied. It was curious that Michael’s gut had still been larger than this. It was so round and protrusive, with chubby pecs that had thoroughly drooped down onto the extensive shelf that had formed.

Michael grinned, still amused and delighted by the way his butt was looking. “I love it!” he declared, as his immortal hardness began to rise up once more. “It feels so different to what I’m used to. It makes me feel so…” he mused, a little unsure how to phrase what he wanted to say next. “Have you ever tried being a top?”

Levi sat up. “A couple of times,” he answered, surprised that Michael was suggesting such a thing for them. With his building lard, Michael had seemed to become more and more submissive to it each week; hanging on Levi’s every word as he tried to come up with more and more arousing ways to keep the big man eating. “Why? What are you suggesting?” he asked, unable to hide his interest.

Michael looked at him seriously. “I just think it’s a good next stage for me. My ass is properly soft now…” he smiled, giving it yet another jiggle. “Someone should be fucking it, don’t you think?”

Smiling wickedly, Levi nodded in agreement. “Sure. I can do that one day,” he grinned, needing Michael’s mouth on his dick as soon as possible. “Once it’s a little softer, I’ll give it a nice, big pounding…”

“You still want me fatter?” Michael asked keenly. It was a question he threw at Levi frequently, practically oinking with delight each time Levi agreed.

“Oh, I want you fatter alright!” Levi teased, beckoning the fat man back to the bed as he spread his legs wide and held up his hardness, ready to insert into the greedy mouth. “Just keep eating, Piggy, and you’ll soon be soft enough to experience what a proper fucking feels like…”

Certain things really worked with Michael. Levi hadn’t realised then how much he had stumbled upon something that struck such a chord with the guy’s ever evolving kinks. He’d become like a man possessed, sending Levi pictures of almost everything he was eating at each meal. Something had shifted in him. He was going for it with full force: rapid, blubbery expansion, citing Levi’s words as his inspiration.

“I bought some super-sized underwear for me to grow into for you…” Michael declared between kisses on the couch one evening after work. The man had been eating almost all day, keeping a record of his calories on his cell phone and aiming for ever more extremes of gluttony. Fat was spreading on top of already well established fat, softening Michael up in almost every direction. He wanted to be inspected, meaured and weighed in for progress. “Is my ass fat enough yet?” he asked.

As much as Levi wanted to unleash himself upon it, the anticipation of making him wait was far too alluring. “Almost…” he grinned every time, bouncing the unrecognisably lardy glutes. “But I stil need it fatter…”

Michael sighed in both delight and frustration, promising as he came each night that he would continue to transform himself into the fattest man that he could be. Levi wondered how far he was going to let Michael take things before he surrendered and gave him what he wanted so desperately. He was enjoying having Michael fixated of the idea of being fucked by him; the long, drawn-out process of longing for it. Michael had always been kinky, but he’d never had to wait for something like this before. His sexual frustration was evident as he sent Levi videos of his raging erections, even as he ate his lunch at work.

“This is for you…” Michael would wink in a 50-second video, raising a tub of whipping cream and then hastily downing it all in one go, looking around him in the parking lot to ensure that no one was around as he gave his pulsing dick a few strokes up and down, and burping like an old drain. 

It was Michael’s birthday that September; the first one of their group to turn twenty-eight. Jake and Rick had suggested heading out to the city to visit some clubs, but all Michael had requested was an evening in their usual bar.

“Do you think he’s dating another freak?” asked Rick, as the rest of them couldn't help watching Michael as he stepped away to order himself a drink. The man’s whole shape was altering as blubber engulfed his previously solid frame; large, puffy arms and pillowy fat  broadening his back at his shoulder blades. His clothes were a snug fit, just as they always were, leaving nothing to the imagination about how extreme the man’s love handles had become as his monstrous gut launched outwards. The sturdy strength of his athletic butt had been completely diminished as a pair of wide, underexercised and expansive glutes pressed unflatteringly up against large jeans that sat far too low to completely conceal his crack. “I’ve never seen anyone put on weight this quickly before.”

Levi tried to conceal a smirk. 

“Well, he says not. But there’s gotta be some girl behind this somewhere,” Jake nodded in agreement. “He must be well over 400lbs now,” he noted, seeming to be sizing their tall friend up in his head.

“Oh, at least,” Levi nodded in agreement, knowing that Michael was actually closer to 430lbs.

“Shit!” laughed Rick, turning back to the group of friends with a giant smirk across his face. “It looks like we were exactly right!”

Levi chuckled, looking around in amusement. What had Rick seen that suddenly made him so sure that Michael was seeing someone?

One by one, the other guys laughed and nodded, seeming to understand. “Haven’t you spotted her?” Rick asked, as Levi seemed to be the only one who hadn’t caught on. “Look who just walked in. It’s his ex, Annabelle!”

Levi’s head swung to the entrance space. He hadn’t paid so much attention to the picture Michael had shown them all of his ex, yet the other guys seemed to recognise her right away. She was indeed, completely stunning, garnering stares from every single man in the room. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion as Levi watched her walk up to Michael and place a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention. She was here for his birthday, holding a present in her hand and passing it over to him.

Had Michael invited her? Surely not! He hadn’t talked about her in months! Levi studied his face carefully before deciding that he definitely hadn’t been expecting her. His fat face was one of complete shock, even as he was pulled into a gentle embrace by the petite girl almost a quarter of his size.

“What a liar!” Jake laughed, watching his lucky friend receiving attention from the outrageously sexy girl. “I guess he just couldn’t resist going back for seconds!”

Levi’s jaw clenched. He could tell from the way Annabelle was fussing around him that she was flirting. So, she’d heard how well Michael had continued to grow and decided to get him back? An angry, jealous goblin seemed to rise up out of him, suddenly finding himself marching across the room towards the former lovers.

“And when I called by your parents’ place, they told me you would be down here,” Annabelle was smiling, before stopping as she saw Levi approach.

“It’s amazing to see you,” Michael smiled back at her, before also noticing they were no longer alone. “Levi, this is my ex, Annabelle,” he delighted in saying.

Levi’s cheeks clenched in a forced grimace. He had no intention of making polite introductions. “Where’s your boyfriend?” he asked, pretending to see if anyone had followed her in. “Are you here on your own?”

Annabelle sighed and pouted sadly, in a way that many infatuated men probably found adorable. “Unfortunately, we broke up,” she replied, looking keenly to see Michael’s reaction to the news. “I made a big mistake choosing him. Things just didn’t work out.”

“I’m so sorry!” Michael offered, putting a consoling hand on the pretty girl’s shoulder. “That sucks!”

Levi rolled his eyes. If she wanted a fight, he’d give her a fight. “So, what was the plan then? You finish with one guy, then race down here to try and get your ex back?”

Annabelle was good. She looked across at Michael with big, innocent eyes, her mouth aghast with horror at the impolite way she had been addressed. “No! Not at all. I just needed to see my old friend!” she replied, clearly lying through her teeth.

“What’s got into you?” Michael asked Levi in surprise; more amused than annoyed.

“Michael and I have known each other since our first year in college,” the girl continued feigning her innocence. “I just needed to see a familiar face… That’s all.”

“Whatever!” Levi scoffed. “You’re here because you heard Michael’s packed on so much more weight these last few months and you realised he had more potential than you first thought.”

Annabelle looked back at Michael, and then down to his large, round stomach. “Well, I’m not going to lie. You do look pretty good,” she smiled. “You’ve come a long way since I first met you…” she teased, trying to share an intimate moment with him.

Michael suddenly seemed to catch on. He sighed heavily and then placed his great arm over Levi’s shoulder. “Annabelle, perhaps I should explain that Levi is my feeder these days.”

“This guy?” Annabelle asked, utterly speechless and unimpressed. She’d dropped the innocent approach now, looking just as hard back at Levi as he was looking at her. “I bet he doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing. Don’t you remember the things I used to do to get you to eat for me…” she asked Michael, seeming to throw out her chest more.

“It’s the reason I got kicked off the college football team,” Michael nodded with a smirk.

“Your coach was so pissed!” Annabelle continued, trying to lure Michael back down memory lane with her. “I already had a reputation back then. All the guys had warned you not to date me. You skipped so many practices getting fed and sucked off. Do you remember how sexy those first few pounds felt?”

“That’s true!” Michael nodded. “You never forget your first feeder.”

Annabelle’s smile was wide.

“But you never could have gotten me as big as Levi has already. His methods are just a little more… advanced,” Michael finally stated, just as Levi placed a possessive hand on his broad butt, not caring that all their friends were watching them from only twenty five feet away.

“The fat pig eats for me now!” Levi spat victoriously.

Michael looked to the side to grin happily at his lover. Had Levi really just said that in public? Already Levi could feel the man getting aroused by him once more.

“Michael… Come on!” Annabelle cried, as if trying to make her ex see reason. “Remember how much fun we used to have?”

But Michael wasn’t listening. With his oversized butt being caressed by Levi, he’d slipped into a fog of lust. “Everyone can see what you’re doing you know?” he whispered, thrilled by how openly Levi was admiring his size.

“I don’t care…” Levi smiled back, happy to block out Annabelle entirely as he kissed the big man passionately. 

“I’m sorry, Annabelle,” Michael smiled at last, handing her back the present she had brought along that evening. “Like my feeder said, I’m Levi’s fat pig these days…”

Levi kept his eyes open as he kissed Michael next, eying Annabelle as her face curdled like sour milk. She turned around and marched out, probably having spent hours travelling here, all for nothing.

Coming out as a feeder hadn’t been as challenging as Levi had expected. Of course, their friends had questions, but Michael’s shameless enthusiasm had been more than a little contagious.

“So, how fat are you planning on making him?” asked a bewildered Jake.

“As fat as I want…” Levi grinned up at his lover, poking him in his ever softening tummy. 

He knew he’d crossed a line and could never go back after today. But, as he dropped Michael’s underwear that night, bent him forwards over the bed and gently pressed himself inside, between those doughy, fleshy cheeks, he knew this was exactly where he wanted to be. He’d come so far with Michael, but still had much further to go. More fattening treats to be consumed, more lard to be developed if he was to train him up like he needed. He hadn’t become a feeder overnight and, likewise, Michael wasn’t about to surrender to his true submissive self just yet. But, pound by pound and fucking by fucking, Levi knew that he would one day come to be the the complete lardy chub that he was after. Despite all the women Michael had had in his time, he’d finally been captured, like a little piggy in its pen.