A world of FAT!

Jimmy settled back to his desk, the mood of the office tense as no-one quite knew what to expect from the new guy strolling about and talking to them all. By Thursday, it was clear that Stuart wasn’t about to acknowledge his and Jimmy’s previous encounter and that, if anything, he’d actively been avoiding him until he couldn’t any longer.

“Alone at last!” Stuart teased playfully as he closed the door to his office, inviting Jimmy to sit and chat through his career goals, like he had done everyone else. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d remembered me,” Jimmy answered honestly.

 “I never forget a chaser,” Stuart answered with a chuckle. “And you were quite the admirer, as I recall!” he smirked, falling down heavily into his large chair behind his great desk. “The way you played with my big belly…” he swooned. “It was fucking hot!”

Jimmy felt his face getting warm. This wasn’t the professional talk he had expected upon his arrival. This was something much better, and he grinned from ear to ear to show Stuart just that.

“From what I’ve been told, you’re a bit of a coaster,” Stuart continued, sitting back without any intention of making any notes from this meeting. “You do what you’re asked and no more. No innovative ideas, no ambitions. You take home your paycheck and everyone’s happy?”

Jimmy considered this assessment of himself and shrugged. “I guess that’s about right,” he admitted, trying to hold back dirty images of him climbing onto Stuart’s lap and dropping his petit ass down onto the guy’s little, buried dick.

“Usually, I try to work guys like you hard, bring them around and get a bit more out of them,” the big boss admitted. “But, what can I say? I’m a sucker for a chaser!” he grinned. “I’ll make sure you have an easy ride with me in charge.”

“I do love a good ride!” Jimmy smiled flirtatiously back, letting his eyes drop down to Stuart's large gut and into his lap. Within two minutes, the office door was locked and Jimmy found himself bent over the desk, letting giant Stuart push his little dick all the way inside him. How fucking sexy was it to do it right here, in the office, like this?

“That was just like how I remembered it!” Stuart chuckled afterwards, tucking his shirt back in and strapping his belt up once more.

“Really?” Jimmy asked with a cheeky smirk. “That was even better for me!” he grinned, still swooning at the enormous older man he had just let finish inside him.

Stuart laughed and patted Jimmy on his slim, toned butt. “You’re such a fucking chaser!” he teased. “Drop and bounce a heavy belly on their back when they’re getting fucked and you all instantly start climaxing!” He kissed Jimmy on the mouth, lingering for some time as Jimmy let his hands explore his boss’ monstrous size. “I’ll let my new assistant know that you’re not to be hassled about the Owens account,” he stated; his final offering of the day.

“How come you made Matt your new assistant?” Jimmy asked, having been grumbling about the choice since it was announced yesterday. “He’s been bossing us all around like crazy this morning.”

Stuart only chuckled. “I have my reasons!” he nodded. “Matt is very ambitious and dedicated.”

“And don’t we all know it!” Jimmy sighed.

“He has quite the crush on you, y’know!” Stuart added playfully. “I spotted it straight away. You should see the way he looks over at your desk.”

Jimmy shook his head in disapproval. He had to admit that he’d picked up on the vibes from Matt in the past, given that they’d both started straight from college a couple of years ago. But Matt was far too serious, slim and sober for Jimmy to consider paying any sort of attention to. Jimmy was young, pretty and enjoying himself too much to date anyone so serious all the damn time.

“I’m sure you’ll feel differently in a few months’ time,” Stuart teased. “I’ve already started working my magic on him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jimmy asked back, surprised by the kinky tone in his boss’ voice.

“It means, poor little Matt may be getting a bit more than he bargained for by accepting this promotion!” Then he tapped his large stomach, leaving Jimmy in no doubt as to his meaning. He’d remembered seeing it on Stuart’s profile, months ago. The guy wasn’t just into chasers and having his fat body worshipped. He was also into other stuff too: feeding and fattening guys up for his own pleasure. Now that Jimmy thought about it, that had been the reason why he hadn’t rushed back for another session with him last time. At the end of their date, Stuart had laid a hand on Jimmy’s flat stomach and offered to ‘fix it’ for him. He’d almost made it sound sexy.

“It’ll never work,” Jimmy scoffed. “He plays squash three times a week.”

Stuart merely patted Jimmy on his tight rear, nudging him out of his office. “Just sit back and watch,” he winked.

“What is up with that guy today?” complained Sally a few weeks later, flushed after a frustrating run-in with Matt about a project she was running. “Yesterday my report was fine, now I’ve got to spend the afternoon fixing loads of apparent ‘issues!’” she complained.

“At least he’s out this afternoon,” nodded Wendy in full agreement. “They’re going for lunch with a client.”

“Again?” Sally shot back. “That’s the third time this week!”

“Whilst we mere mortals must make do with a simple sandwich…” Wendy joked, lifting a meagre, foil-wrapped delight from home.

Jimmy tried to stay out of the conversation. The lack of pressure on him around here had not gone unnoticed and, Sally in particular, was never one to hold back in pointing that out. He knew that she blamed Matt’s crush on him for why he was getting such an easy ride. In reality, Sally should have been looking a little higher up the food chain.

Stuart moaned loudly as he came a couple of weeks later, buried inside Jimmy’s tiny butt. He grunted, wiping his brow as he pulled back, sighing with relief. “Thanks!” he sighed . “I really needed that.”

Jimmy smiled back, turning onto his back and snuggling into the big, fat man in his bed. “That was amazing!” he cooed, knowing that he had been far too excitable and unable to hold back. He’d climaxed long before Stuart had even got into a decent rhythm. “Just what you needed after a stressful week.”

“Stressful?” Stuart asked, chuckling. “Nah, this job isn’t stressful. I have my little assistant to do everything.”

Jimmy nodded, rubbing the large man’s belly. “I think Matt’s been doing a lot of your dirty work recently. He’s pissed off a lot of people. Everyone is always very relieved to see him going out for all these lunch meetings you have.”

Again, Stuart chuckled. “Why do you think I was in such need for a bit of fun tonight? All these dinner dates with Matt are such a turn on!”

“You’re into Matt?” Jimmy asked, more than a little surprised.

Stuart shrugged. “He’s a good looking guy, but no… I’m more into what’s happening to him. The new belly he’s getting.”

Jimmy sat up. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “I haven’t noticed anything.”

Stuart raised his eyebrow in surprise. “Then you’re fucking blind!” he hooted. “The lunch meetings, admin, syrupy coffees and doughnuts are all piling on him like crazy. It’s so fucking hot to see!”

“And this is all you're doing?” Jimmy asked, surprised at the genuine joy on his boss’ face.

“Of course! I can’t resist popping out a little gut on the impressionable ones like him. In fact, I can’t believe you haven’t noticed it all on him yet! You’re a chubby chaser, right? Fresh love handles on a guy are supposed to be your area of expertise!”

“Mostly I just try to stay out of his way,” Jimmy replied, settling back down to nuzzle into the big man, confused at how all this was making him feel.

“Well, take a good look tomorrow morning,” Stuart sighed with satisfaction, rubbing his own large stomach with appreciation. “A real chaser like you will love it. Your dick is going to be as hard as a rock! Little Matty is soon to be a fatty!”

The next morning, Matt was already in Stuart’s office when Jimmy arrived. He could see them both through the open door, sipping on their morning coffees; an open box of doughnuts sitting on the table. Was Stuart pushing calories on him already? It had barely turned 9am.

Still the men were in there at 10am, more creamy coffees arriving by delivery. Was this what had been happening every morning? He checked the calendar: another lunch meeting at one. Stuart really was going for it. Then the moment finally arrived when Matt emerged. Stuart had been right to be surprised that Jimmy hadn’t noticed the gains. Now that he was looking, the shift was undeniable. Poor Matt’s pants looked as if they were pinching him uncomfortably around the hips: new, fresh love handles beginning to bloom at his sides. When he turned, a clear paunchy shape was emerging in Matt’s stomach, a surprising, new beefiness to his chest. Then there was his butt, straining against the material of his black work pants; its added heft and a definitive plushness. “Good morning, Jimmy,” the oblivious guy smiled at him, pleased to make eye contact for the first time in a while.

Caught by surprise, Jimmy managed little more than a murmur in reply. What was the right thing to do in this situation? He recognised that Matt should know what their secretly kinky boss was up to, but that would put all of them in such a difficult position. There was also that sinking feeling as Jimmy realised that Stuart had been absolutely right about one thing: for the first time in his life, Jimmy was getting aroused by Matt.

Jimmy thought he had been discreet in looking across, yet there, with his arms folded over his massive chest, was Stuart, smirking with glee at him. He raised a cheeky eyebrow and Jimmy knew, right then, that his services would be required again that evening.

Now that Jimmy had noticed Matt’s gains, he suddenly realised how much it was the subject of the ongoing office gossiping. No longer one of them, jokes were being made at the middle manager’s expense. Comments on the poor fit of his clothes were a daily occurrence, along with remarks about the extraordinary expansion of his softening rear, so altered from the slender, tight glutes they had been only a few months earlier. People who weren’t even slim themselves were joining in, taking clear enjoyment from watching a spiraling weight gain beginning to take the jumped-up, young jobsworth who had done nothing but criticise since his promotion.

Within a couple more weeks, a fullness began to appear in Matt’s cheeks. A slight double chin was building underneath his always impeccably well shaved jawline, softening his overall appearance considerably. There seemed to be a moment when Jimmy’s little paunch suddenly transformed into something more; was it the way it widened slightly? Was it the slight overhang over his belt? Jimmy couldn’t put his finger on it. All he knew was that boring, slender Matt now had an actual, undeniable gut on him.

“Stuart tells me you’ve been working hard on the Leesman account?” Matt asked, daring to venture closer to Jimmy’s desk than he did usually.

Jimmy nodded, hardly knowing where to look as the new chub was at such close proximity. It was obvious that Matt wasn’t unaware of his weight gain; his new shirts and pants, although tight, were at least a respectable size. Yet, the guy’s posture hid nothing, leaning against the wall and throwing his hips out in a way that only emphasised the tremendous swelling in his middle. He did the same when he visited Sally’s desk, his back to Jimmy now and the new, wider, underexercised glutes on show for all to see. Was it surprising that Jimmy suddenly became so fascinated by that fattened shape? Was he wrong for enjoying listening to Stuart’s horny rants about how effectively, quietly and stealthily he was fattening the younger man up? All of a sudden, work seemed to be the most erotic place on earth.

Stuart sighed with delight as Jimmy crawled out from under his desk, having worked quite diligently in his crotch for the last five minutes or so. He’d taken Stuart’s cue when he’d returned from a lunch meeting, locked the office door behind him and set to work. “Amazing, as usual!” Stuart grinned, pulling the zipper on his pants back up. “I was just getting so fucking horny seeing the way Matt overeats now, I just knew I needed some chaser’s mouth over my dick.”

“Always happy to help!” Jimmy smiled back, knowing it was his turn next. He stood next to Stuart who remained in his chair. The rotund man reached a hand to hold him close around the hips and placed his other hand on Jimmy’s pathetically hard erection. This never took long. Rather than becoming bored with these casual encounters, Jimmy felt like he had become infatuated with the man. He’d tried hard to suppress his enjoyment of watching his boss gleefully fatten up Matt, yet Stuart always managed to draw it out of him. It all felt so naughty and kinky; the eventual orgasm he had each time he admitted to Stuart that Matt’s fattening was turning him on; it was all so intense and powerful!

“The next stage is when his tits will properly come in,” Stuart stated, knowing exactly what to say to get Jimmy off quickly. “They’re already pretty soft, but you wait until you see them in a couple of months!”

Jimmy moaned. He loved imagining that. The changes. The metamorphosis.

“He hasn’t exercised in months, given how many hours he’s putting in each evening, trying to get ahead. Can you imagine how much he’d sweat trying to get his big, lazy butt around a squash court now?” Stuart asked, chuckling at the idea himself.

Fuck! There it was. Less than a minute and he’d climaxed over the floor of Stuart’s office. The big man patted him on the butt, always delighted with how simple it was to get the chaser off, then kissed him sweetly.

“You know, you could help me if you wanted..?” Stuart offered, his mind cleared of the horny fog and sharply calculating a new approach. “His double chin is coming on so rapidly now, he’s bound to look at himself in the mirror and start thinking about dieting. Now, that wouldn’t stop what’s happening to him, but it would certainly slow things down…”

Jimmy nodded. He could well believe that Stuart had the ability to throw temptation in Matt’s way, or provide quietly calorific foods that would make any diet he was on completely ineffective.

“What a fatty needs at this time is an ego boost,” Stuart continued, cupping Jimmy’s tight butt and pulling him in closer, just like he always did when he was trying to convince him to do something more adventurous with him. “You’re well aware that he has a crush on you. How great would it be for him if the cute little twink he’s fantasised about for almost three years actually started to pay him some attention?”

Jimmy hesitated to answer.

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t enjoy it. The evidence is right there all over my floor,” Suart teased him. “You’d make a mighty fine feeder’s assistant.”

“He’s not really my type…” Jimmy tried to mumble, despite knowing that Matt was now far enough away from that old, skinny frame that he had previously disliked so much.

“Oh, I know he’s not fat enough for you,” Stuart laughed. “But he could be one day, with someone else nudging him in the right direction…” He brought his mouth closer to Jimmy’s and kissed him sweetly, knowing exactly the right moves to pull in order to seduce him. “You do want to see me put those tits on him, right?” he whispered, his voice laced with temptation. “Give him that nice, soft, wide butt we talked about?”

Just as Stuart had wanted, Jimmy felt completely incapable of refusing.

It hadn’t been intentional when it happened. A few days had passed when Jimmy had been trying not to stare at the beautiful, new, thick shape to Matt’s glutes. They pressed with such determination against the material of his work pants and it was obvious, judging by how forcefully his love handles were draping over the waistband, that the new pants were now far too small to contain his ever increasing blubber. It happened in an instant. Matt turned suddenly, looking straight in Jimmy’s direction and, unable to conceal his staring, Jimmy looked down, immediately embarrassed and obviously guilty.

“Do you need any help with the new software?” Matt asked, keen for any opportunity to come over and chat.

Up close, the new fat in Matt’s face was utterly adorable. His enlarged body had such presence and the strain of a tortured shirt button was only just concealed by a tie that draped down his fattened torso. By three o’clock in the afternoon, he always developed this natural, alluring musk; the scent of which was now reaching Jimmy’s nostrils.

“No, I should be okay,” Jimmy shot back, still embarrassed from being caught checking him out.

“Do you not like me or something?” Matt asked bluntly; taking advantage of the fact that the other people who worked near Jimmy had left their desks. “Every time I come over you just seem to try and get rid of me as fast as possible.”

Jimmy flushed with even greater embarrassment. “No! It’s not that at all,” he countered. “The opposite, in fact!”

From the moment the words left his mouth, Jimmy knew he had let his nerves get the better of him. What the hell had he just admitted to?

“The opposite?” Matt asked, stunned. “You mean, you’re…”

“Forget it!” Jimmy replied, wanting this whole situation to be over. “It’s not appropriate in the work place.”

Now Matt really was grinning happily. “Jimmy?” he asked confidently. “Would you like to go for a drink with me sometime?”

Stuart had been delighted the next time he saw Jimmy. Of course Matt had gone straight to HR to declare that he had asked one of the more junior staff out on a date. The guy had never met a company protocol he hadn’t liked. “Just be sure to keep complimenting his appearance,” Stuart advised him. “And if you can get him over-eating on your date, that’s even better.”

Everything had happened so quickly, Jimmy no longer felt sure what he had actually agreed to. Matt turned up on their date looking smart, in an obviously newly purchased shirt that actually concealed most of the arch of his bulbous stomach. He was clearly the romantic type, proud to be seen alongside Jimmy and listening well to everything he had to say. 

“You’re so quiet at work,” Matt smiled, scraping the last of the cream from his dessert bowl. “I never really felt like I knew all that much about you, until this evening.”

Jimmy smiled back. He hadn’t expected to enjoy Matt’s company so much, yet the way the guy had just inhaled his dessert had been more than a little distracting. Matt ate exactly in the way Stuart had described: quickly, greedily and without any apparent self-awareness. “Do you want the rest of this?” Jimmy asked, pointing to the hefty slice of cheesecake and generous portion of ice cream left on his plate. “I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth.”

Matt’s greedy eyes looked downwards and, whether the man was aware of it or not, he licked his lips hungrily. He politely tried to refuse, but within thirty seconds, Jimmy’s full plate was being lifted up and exchanged for Matt’s emptied one.

Matt made to hold Jimmy’s hand as they strolled out of the restaurant. Jimmy felt elated by the touch: those typically warm, clammy hands of a real chub. “I had a great time this evening,” Matt smiled at him just as Jimmy’s cab arrived to take him home.

“Me too,” nodded Jimmy, unable to hold back a smile. “We should do this again sometime.”

Emboldened, Matt stepped forwards and kissed him sweetly on the lips: short and tender. On the way home, Jimmy’s head was spinning. Here he was, going home alone after a first date and yet feeling as if the night couldn’t have gone any better. Was he genuinely falling for boring old Matt?

“Well done!” chirped Stuart that next Monday morning. “I hear that you were utterly adorable and sweet on your date on Saturday? Fat boy hasn’t stopped going on about it!” he quietly nodded back towards Matt, still working away in his own office, blissfully unaware that they were discussing him.

“You guys talk about stuff like that?” Jimmy asked, unsure whether he liked his love life being a topic of conversation between the higher-ups at the company..

“Of course!” Stuart laughed. “Excellent move with the dessert by the way!” he nodded proudly. “Judging by how well he ate those doughnuts this morning, relationship gains are gonna hit him hard!”

“Relationship?” Jimmy asked, completely flustered.

“Well, not yet, obviously,” Stuart agreed. “But, in time, this is all going to work to our advantage. His weight will just spiral completely out of his control.”

Jimmy didn’t return his boss’ grin, feeling a pit of guilt in his stomach. He’d genuinely liked Matt, yet Stuart had been completely right: there was nothing in the world Jimmy wanted to see more than Matt’s weight surpassing even his wildest expectations. How much of a bad person did that make him? It certainly didn’t make him a good one.

Jimmy had been coy about a second date and, although it was clear that Matt was keen to get something in his diary, Jimmy made up excuses to delay things. He’d never been in this situation before, having someone nice actually wanting to take him out and romance him for more than just sex. But, on the other hand, Jimmy loved the chubs he casually played with. Was he ready to give that up to be with someone properly?

“I always assumed you weren’t into me,” Matt declared, kissing Jimmy in the back of a gay bar they’d gone to after a second dinner out together. Several handsome guys had gazed hungrily over in Jimmy’s direction, wondering curiously what a handsome twink like him was doing with such a pot-bellied guy. 

“I didn’t used to be,” Jimmy replied honestly.

“Oh yeah?” Matt asked, grinning from ear to ear as he held the pretty boy’s slim hips in his hands. “What changed?”

Jimmy felt embarrassed again. He’d never been shy about telling chubs how much he liked their bodies before. Yet, this felt different. “I just prefer the more rugged look you’ve got going on now,” he finally offered, pinching Matt’s shoulders as if to pretend that the man had been getting stronger over the last few months, instead of irredeemably fatter.

“Seriously?” Matt asked, as keen as a puppy. “I wouldn’t really call it ‘rugged’,” he replied candidly. “It’s more that I’ve just reached that time in life when it’s super easy to pile on the pounds without even realising it.”

“Well, whatever it is…” Jimmy smiled back, moving his hands to cup Matt’s wide butt for the first time. “...It’s definitely working for you!”

Overwhelmed with delight, Matt kissed him passionately in the back of that bar; their hands finally free to roam where they liked.

“You’re a genius!” Stuart chuckled, leaning back in his chair, unbuckling his pants and pulling the material wide so that Jimmy would be able to wrap his lips over his shaft. “You wouldn’t believe how much I just watched Matt eat after you told him that you like him fat.”

“I didn’t say it like that,” Jimmy replied, getting down on his knees despite disapproving of the fact that the two men had been discussing him again.

Stuart reached out a hand and held Jimmy’s porcelaine face, admiring it with pride. “Well, whatever it was you said, it’s fucking working. He’s eating like an absolute pig!”

Jimmy knew that it must have been no exaggeration, for, in almost no time at all Stuart was unloading straight into his mouth.

“I’m starting to think that you could actually get him even bigger than me,” Stuart declared as he took Jimmy’s erection into his hand afterwards, still sitting in his chair and wrapping his other arm around Jimmy’s hip. “He’s just got this quality about him; this natural greed! He’s already at least a hundred and thirty pounds up. We could take him seriously far!”

Jimmy couldn’t deny how much the idea turned him on. In his mind, he envisioned the 300lb Matt ballooning to beyond even Stuart’s size, soon finding he was shooting violently across the floor.

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” Stuart chuckled afterwards, once all the mess was cleaned up and the pair looked respectable enough to return to their day. “Being a feeder is the best thing in the world.”

Jimmy didn’t need to respond. Stuart knew what he was even better than he knew himself. He’d passed some invisible threshold into a land he could never return from. Jimmy wasn’t just a simple chaser anymore.

“I was thinking…” Matt mused at the end of their fourth date. “Maybe you would like to come back to my place afterwards?”

Jimmy smiled with embarrassment and nodded. Whilst he’d enjoyed their dates, he’d never felt so attracted to someone like this in his life. Even in the short couple of months since their first date, he’d witnessed Matt packing on at least another 20lbs. More, according to Stuart’s estimates. “I’d like that,” he nodded, feeling like he needed to downplay his overwhelming arousal.

Upon reaching Matt’s place, the pair settled into a kissing marathon on the couch. With no prying eyes on him, Matt’s hands traveled more cheekily over Jimmy’s slender body and he moaned loudly with horny appreciation to have the twink at long last. When he disappeared off to the bathroom, Jimmy got up to take a look around. Although it had undoubtedly been nice when Matt moved in, the place now had all the hallmarks of a typical lazy chub’s apartment: piles of papers and unsorted items on table tops, a refrigerator full of beers and snacks, empty pizza boxes filed away next to the trash. ‘Is this all he eats?’ Jimmy asked himself, chuckling as he opened the cupboard to see all the boxes of cookies, bags of potato chips and packages of doughnuts.

“Are you ready?” Matt called, stepping out from the bathroom, completely naked.

Jimmy hadn’t expected Matt to undress himself in there, and the sight was almost overwhelming. Matt grinned with an undeserved confidence: his very average-sized dick standing to attention like it anticipated Jimmy to be filled with awe for it. In fact, it was almost laughable that Matt still expected his naked form to inspire such arousal. Didn’t he see the tits on himself? The depth of his belly button? His arching stomach and the little pouch of fat that was beginning its attack on his shaft; gradually engulfing it alongside the flabby inner thighs. It was as if every bit of junk food in Matt’s cupboards had been pumped and pasted onto his previously thin body. The way his love handles rippled as the man strutted over to him was almost too much to bear. Within moments, the fat man was undressing him hungrily, pulling Jimmy’s hands onto his wide, unconditioned rear like he had no understanding of how disgutingly out of shape he had become.

When Matt finally pulled out Jimmy’s dick, he moaned with surprise and lust. He hadn’t expected Jimmy to be so much bigger than himself, hungrily dropping to his knees to suck it. Although Jimmy sighed with pleasure, Matt’s lack of experience with sucking guys off was clear, lacking all tenderness; his mouth bouncing up and down with a speed that only highlighted how insanely horny he was himself.

Back in the bedroom, Matt’s clear fixation with Jimmy’s butt was only going to lead to one thing. Jimmy spun around, pushing his tight ass out and angling it in a way that had always assisted these chubs to get themselves in. In no time at all, Matt’s skin had become clammy, burning more calories than it had in months as it thrusted in and out. The moans and the heavy breathing was all making Jimmy so hard and he actually came from the slightest touch of Matt’s hand stimulating him at the same time. When Matt finished himself, mere seconds afterwards, he pulled himself out and lay back in the bed victoriously. He smirked as if he thoroughly expected Jimmy to tell him he was the greatest lover he had ever had: that no one had ever made him orgasm in the way Matt just had. It was all so adorable and cute; like this chub was more innocent and naive than any of the others Jimmy had enjoyed in the past. He soon snuggled up to him and fell blissfully asleep.

Matt was utterly smitten. Although Jimmy had made it clear that he wasn’t ready to be an item, the doughy man still occasionally gazed across the office at him with a sickly grin of adoration. In the month that followed, Matt’s jawline seemed to further melt away, his bulbous stomach gathering greater mass. “You wouldn’t believe what a little sex can do to a chub’s appetite!” Stuart chuckled, like their plan was working out perfectly. “I feel like I’ve created a monster!”

Jimmy quietly sucked away in the boss’ crotch, always horny to hear the changes the feeder had noticed. He had such a way of describing Matt’s ever swelling body and the gradual changes towards greater obesity.

“He knows you're a chaser,” Stuart stated next. “We went out for beers after a late meeting one night and I got him a little drunk. He says you kiss his belly all the time when you’re having sex.”

Jimmy stopped sucking and looked up anxiously. It didn’t matter that the guys were talking about him again. A sudden panic filled him. Had he fucked up? He couldn’t help but want to worship Matt’s swelling ball of fat whenever he got the chance to see it. But had he forgotten all subtlety?

“Relax!” Stuart cooed down to him. “This is what we want. He’s hardly going to rein in his appetite when he knows the twink he’s been infatuated with for years is into his new size.” He held his hand atop of Jimmy’s head, staring reassuringly into his eyes. “You’re doing well,” he smiled proudly. “You kiss that big, fat belly of his as much as you want, okay?”

Jimmy nodded, then felt his head being swiftly guided back onto Stuart’s dick as the big man leaned back further and moaned in pleasure.

It was obvious how much Matt wanted to pin Jimmy down into a relationship. He discussed wanting Jimmy to meet his family, take romantic weekends away and do all those generic things, like some basic straight couple, taking selfies together in the colours of Fall. Armed with the belief that Jimmy was a chaser, he seemed to unleash, and almost revel in, his own appetite. He had a taste for beer and a preference for any food which lacked any sort of nutritional value. Even in the short few weeks they had been sleeping together, it was obvious how much softer Matt was getting: great love handles draping over his pants. Large, puffy arms fitting awkwardly into t-shirts, and creases of back fat becoming ever more extreme.

“I do want to be with you,” Jimmy explained, lying contentedly in bed next to the easily 350lb glutton Matt had transformed into. “It’s just…”

“There’s someone else,” Matt sighed, always knowing that Jimmy had been hung up on another man.

“But, you’re the one I want,” Jimmy smiled, more sure of this now than ever before. “Things with this other guy are just… messy,” he sighed.

As he said it, Jimmy understood how deeply entangled he felt in the whole situation. Stuart was his boss and, more than that, he’d been on this crusade with Jimmy to ensure Matt had swollen to the size he was today. Stuart wasn’t to know that Jimmy’s feelings for Matt were real. In fact, Jimmy could imagine the skeptical look on the guy’s face if he ever tried to explain that to him: “Chasers like you only ever care about the blubber!” Stuart had told him over and over. “You’ll always be looking out for the next fatty who can’t tie his own shoelaces,” he chuckled, patting Jimmy on the back like it was the thing he loved about him most of all. “That’s just the way you are!”  His meaning was clear: Guys like Jimmy weren’t built for relationships. Understanding that was key. No happiness would ever be found in denying himself access to every chub who took his fancy.

With the work day over and most folks disappearing, Jimmy made his way to Stuart’s office and closed the door.

“Hello, my kinky little chaser!” the big man beamed, knowing that there was usually only one reason why Jimmy came in at this time. He cleared space on his desk presumptively and rolled his chair back, patting the extremely limited space on his knee for little Jimmy to sit himself down. “What can I do for you?”

Jimmy took a chair to the side instead, letting Stuart know immediately that this would not be like normal.

“Oh, let me guess!” Stuart huffed. “Matt’s got to you, hasn’t he?”

“I owe it to him to see if we can make it work,” Jimmy nodded. His eyes were fixated by the tremendous fat oozing under the man’s arms from his chest and back fat. It was all so damn sexy. He’d have to wait months, or even years to develop anything like that on Matt; if, indeed, he ever could.

Rolling towards him, Stuart took Jimmy’s delicate hand and pulled him up until he’d got him sitting on his knee, just as he’d first wanted. With Jimmy’s hands draped over his shoulders, he kissed him sweetly. “Well, I guess there’s no talking you out of that,” he sighed, kissing Jimmy more deeply and unbuttoning his own shirt to let the great lard out, as if to show Jimmy what he would be missing out on.

Jimmy was such a sucker for it all. This was perhaps the quality that he found most alluring about Stuart. Not only was he the boss, but he exuded authority in everything he did. He knew what he wanted and he didn’t overthink how he went about things in order to get it.

“One last time?” Stuart asked after it was clear that he had successfully wound Jimmy up into kissing him deeply back, rubbing his hands all over the giant belly of lard.

Jimmy nodded, standing up and letting the fat man unbuckle his pants for him, rolling down his underwear and spinning him around to get a look at the tight little ass he had fucked more time than he could count. With a horny slap across the cheeks, Jimmy knew to fall over the desk and spread his legs. An appreciative groan sounded from the sitting man behind him; his thick, sausage-like fingers tracing over the hole he was about to penetrate. With a miniscule bottle of lubricant always to hand, Stuart massaged it in, taking more time than usual to enjoy the view. Then, standing up, he unbuckled his own pants and attempted to insert himself. As always, Jimmy assisted, knowing that Stuart’s giant belly always prevented him from doing this smoothly. Then, once in place, the big man dropped his giant gut onto Jimmy’s small back and set to work, building up a sweat.

Despite how good this all felt, Jimmy knew this was the last time; both of them appreciating every last sensation and taking none of it for granted.

It was the light that Jimmy noticed first, as the room suddenly became much brighter. Then, he realised with horror that, not having expected any of this to occur, he hadn’t actually locked Stuart’s office door.

“Don’t come in!” the big man growled, but far too late. There in the doorway was none other than Matt himself.

Jimmy’s eyes were wide with horror. He wanted to shrink away into nothing but was pinned down by the massive weight on top of him. He moved his hands to try and hide his face, despite knowing that it was all pointless. Matt’s eyes had travelled from his sweaty, open-shirted boss, down to the little twink with his tiny butt pressed tightly into the man’s fat-swollen crotch.

“Get dressed, both of you,” Matt simply stated; his voice disguising an obvious seething beneath the surface. “I’ll see you in my office in two minutes.”

Jimmy and Stuart were silent as they got dressed again. No blame was given for the failure to lock the door. It was obvious that they had both been at fault. Jimmy followed his boss across to Matt’s office but was hastily told to wait outside whilst Matt spoke to their boss alone. Not a single raised voice was heard from within. Stuart emerged ten minutes later, unwilling to even make eye contact with Jimmy as he simply strolled back to his office and shut the door.

Now Matt gazed at Jimmy as if the spell he’d always cast over him were completely shattered. “Go home, Jimmy,” the man simply threw at him, obviously disgusted by his conduct. “And just be thankful you still have a job to come back to tomorrow.”

Jimmy didn’t try to message either of the men that night. He felt ashamed and crest-fallen. So this was why folks didn’t take their romances into the workplace. As much as he complained about it and tried to do as little as possible whilst he was there, he knew he’d be fucked without this job. What sort of a reference would he get when Matt informed HR about what he had been up to in Stuart’s office?

Stuart’s departure was announced the very next day. The big man called them into the conference room and explained that he would be wrapping things up at the end of the week, patting Matt on the back like they were still best friends and offering him his full backing to take over his role. So that had been Matt’s move? He’d kept things quiet in order to secure a promotion for himself? It hadn’t been something Jimmy would have expected from him.

Despite his best efforts, neither of the men made eye contact with him. Stuart left without ceremony that Friday and Matt began his new role the following Monday. Jimmy’s workload increased to a more expected level, and life just seemed to trudge onwards as if nothing had ever happened at all.

To say that Matt was an unpopular choice for the top position was an understatement. His manner was so uncompromising, and often dictatorial. People complained bitterly and resented the way he was going about increasing the company’s profitability. Quite unsurprisingly, they chose to make fun of his weight in a way they never had done with Stuart; calling him names behind his back and noting with amusement just how tight his shirts fitted each day. It was undeniable that the guy was putting on weight faster than ever before, with pure lard oozing into his midsection, fluffing up his arms and adding quite staggering heft to his thighs and butt.

Jimmy knew he couldn’t stay. It was all just far too difficult. He felt so guilty about how he had handled things, he didn’t even allow himself the opportunity to feel sorry for the great loss he had experienced when Matt walked away from him. His heart had broken without anyone to help him pick up the pieces.

“Jimmy! A word in my office, please!” called out Matt in his usual impatient tone. 

“It sounds like he got your letter,” smiled Wendy, knowing that Jimmy had successfully picked up a new role in a company across town.

“Good luck!” whispered Ben, watching Jimmy walking towards that fearsome office.

“Shut the door,” snapped Matt the moment Jimmy was over the threshold. He was holding the resignation letter in his hand and trotted around the desk, dropping his heavy body down into Stuart’s old chair. “So, you’re off then?”

Jimmy nodded.

“Stuart gave you a reference, did he?”

Again, Jimmy nodded. He knew he was in dangerous territory. One call from Matt and this new company would withdraw that job offer in a heartbeat.

“Good,” Matt nodded. “It’s the least he could have done after messing you around like that.”

Jimmy frowned. He knew he should be pleased that Matt didn’t automatically blame everything on him, but, in reality, it had been just as much his fault as Stuart’s.

“I think this new job will be good for you,” Matt seemed to consider. “It’s about time you spread your wings and explore other options.”

Jimmy sighed. “I was very happy working here,” he answered meekly.

“Well, like you said… things got messy, didn’t they?” Matt scolded him.

Again, Jimmy nodded. He’d deserved that. “Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” he asked, knowing that there would never be another opportunity.

Matt sighed. “I always knew we weren’t exclusive,” he conceded. “But it’s hard to shake the feeling that you and Stuart were both lying and playing games behind my back.”

Jimmy couldn’t deny it. That had been almost exactly what had been happening.

“But, if you’re not working here anymore, that will undoubtedly make things easier,” Matt stated.

“Easier?” Jimmy asked.

Again, Matt sighed. “I’ve discovered that I’m something of a stress-eater,” he explained, flapping his tie over his shoulder and rubbing the great expanse of his rotund gut. The buttons looked tortured and the fat in his chest had never looked so expansive. “I’ve gained thirty-five pounds in just under two and a half months.”

“I see,” Jimmy replied solemnly, trying to conceal his great preference towards the extra bulk. “And how do you feel about that?”

Matt shrugged. “It is what it is,” he answered. “I eat too much and this is the consequence. I didn’t mind it when I had you to enjoy it all,” he smirked, grabbing a wedge of his plush belly fat and jiggling.

“You know, I’d never fuck up again like that,” Jimmy stated with absolute determination to have one final chance with Matt. Perhaps, now he wasn’t going to be working here every day, things could be different. “You say the word and it’s you and me. Exclusive. Forever.”

Matt’s face dropped and he raised an eyebrow, sitting up in a much more professional manner. “This isn’t the place to discuss that,” he scolded Jimmy. Then, with a small grin on his fat-bloated face, he added. “But I’d be quite happy to talk about it over dinner tonight instead.”

Jimmy only saw his old work colleagues at the annual Christmas parties these days. Despite the company’s success under Matt’s leadership, the man never chose to linger for more than an hour or so, knowing that the party would only truly get started once he was out of their way. He looked so handsome with his wide, bulbous rear and thick love handles surpassing the width of even his gigantic back, filled with fat from his shoulder blades and even extending into his enormous, puffy arms. He’d made a beeline for the buffet table, balancing the comically small plate up against the large shelf of his stomach as he stood chatting with some of the newer, more senior hires.

Despite the nostalgic vibes Jimmy felt at seeing all his old friends, he knew that things were never going to be the same. He’d married the boss and become an outsider since he’d left the company. An hour was pretty much all he could stand of the awkward chit chat, and he was quite happy to have his husband’s large, sweaty palm take his and lead him away from the party. 

“There we are,” Matt sighed in relief once they were back in the car. “I’ve shown my face. Now, let’s get some pizza and head home.”

“Pizza!” Jimmy laughed. “I’ve just watched you systematically destroying that buffet for the last hour.”

“So?” Matt chuckled back. “The company paid for that buffet. Plus, I always get pizza on a Friday night. It’s part of the reason why you love me so much,” he joked, tapping his enormous gut that burst its way forwards towards the steering wheel.

“One of many reasons,” Jimmy nodded, kissing his five hundred pound lover on the cheek. Having joined Matt’s family, it no longer surprised him how large the man had grown: the cousins, the aunts, the uncles, they were all the same: greedy and rapid expanders as soon as their metabolisms crashed in their early twenties.Although Stuart had always enjoyed feeling responsible for making Matt grow in those early days, Jimmy started to understand that perhaps the man was merely enabling a process that was already naturally underway.

“Are you sure you’re okay with leaving this early?” Matt checked one final time.

“Of course not,” Jimmy smiled, placing his hand on the only part of Matt’s thigh that wasn’t engulfed by resting stomach fat. Even after all these years, there was nowhere he’d rather be than at this man’s side. His perfect match.

Jake grinned at the sight, despite knowing that Matty was going to have to take it easy. Between the pair of them, they had stuffed Paul hard that night already. Even for a 450lb hog, they’d coaxed an insane amount of food into him. The last thing they wanted was to overdo it now.

Paul was in his element, leaning his big butt into Jake so that he could be fucked even deeper. He’d had many feeders over the last few years, but never two at the same time, and never such handsome, athletic guys. Jake and Matty had met in the gym over four years ago and only came to realise their shared interest when they had both been trying to flirt with the same stout-bellied chub who had rocked up for a few weeks one January. Since then, they’d taken an apartment together, trained each other up to their peak fitness and marketed themselves as the ultimate feeder duo. The complete contrast between their own impressively muscular, lean physiques, and these blubbery guys, never failing to make them both climax spectacularly.

“I thought he was going to throw up at one point,” Jake chuckled as he drove them both back home that evening.

“Don’t worry!” Matty laughed. “I had it all under control. You’re too lenient on them.”

“Oh, you think so, huh?” Jake grinned, always enjoying the ‘good cop, bad cop’ dynamic they had when feeding together. “His tits were so much bigger than I was expecting!”

“Oh hell yeah!” Matty nodded. “Best tits I’ve ever played with!”

“Even better than Will’s?” Jake asked, remembering the chub they’d stuffed last weekend.

“Paul’s tits are softer,” Matty shot back, as if that answered the question completely. “I said we’d go back and fuck him again when he hits five hundred.”

Jake laughed at that. Matty was so straight talking, almost cold, with the guys they played with. He didn’t just expect them to eat for him on the night; he wanted them to keep on growing for years afterwards, in the hope that he would return to see them one day. “You’re such a kinky bastard!” Jake smiled, taking a sideways glance at his roommate. “I just love the way your mind works.”

“Well, I know how to get a fatty to eat, that’s for sure,” Matty smirked. “But as my mother constantly reminds me, I’m not exactly marriage-material!” He sat up in his chair a little more, spotting a gas station up ahead. “Could you pull over here?” he asked, explaining that he needed to grab a drink. “Do you want anything?” he added, already releasing his seatbelt.

“I’m good, thanks,” Jake replied, pulling into the forecourt and stopping the car. It was such a chilly night, he was hopeful that this would be the last stop they would have to make before getting back.

Jake watched it all happen in absolute horror. Out Matty strutted from the car, making his way towards the door when, all of a sudden, his feet slipped from underneath him. A large, unseen glazing of ice had covered the small area he was walking across. Then, there was a great crack as Matty’s head hit the floor. 

When Matty came to, he’d seemed dazed, but otherwise fine. The ambulance had arrived in good time and, although he was confused, Matty seemed like he was taking it all in his stride as his neck was braced and he was loaded into the back of the ambulance.

Jake didn’t see much of Matty after that night. Things had gone downhill rapidly. There had been many days in the hospital and, after the retrograde amnesia diagnosis, Matty’s family had obviously wanted to take over things. Matty had returned to his childhood home as his family desperately tried to jog his memory with photo albums and tales from long ago. Jake stayed in good contact with the family, realising, as time went on, that Matty wasn’t actually making any progress at all. He was still just as clueless about his past as he had been the morning after the accident three months ago.

Jake tried to fix the apartment up and make it nice for when his roommate returned. He quite agreed that it was time for Matty to start living his own life again, with or without his memories. He knew it wouldn’t be the same anymore. Whilst Matty had known his name and a few other details, he had no comprehension of anything else about his life, nor the person he had been. Jake was now nothing more than a stranger.

“So…” Jake began, sitting down in the lounge area, wondering what to say that first evening back together. “Is there anything you’d like to do tonight?”

Matty shrugged. 

“How about we head to the gym for a workout?” Jake asked, knowing that Matty wouldn’t have been able to follow his usual training routine whilst staying with his parents. Hell, he didn’t even know about his usual training routine!

“No, I’m good, thanks,” Matty simply replied.

Jake frowned. Didn’t Matty know that he wasn’t looking as jacked as he usually did right now? He’d lost some of his muscular bulk in his shoulders and his waist definitely wasn’t as lean as it could be. 

Matty’s cell phone buzzed and the guy grinned as he lifted it and read the message.

“Who’s that?” Jake asked curiously, always knowing when Matty was chatting to some guy he was into. 

“It’s someone I met a few weeks ago,” Matty replied. “His folks live on the same street as my parents.”

Jake’s eyes widened and he suddenly burst out laughing. “Your parents finally managed to set you up with Boring Ben?” The thought was almost too funny to imagine.

“What? How do you know Ben?” Matty shot back indignantly. “He’s not boring! He’s sweet.”

“I can’t believe your parents finally did it! Your mom’s been trying to push Boring Ben on you for years! She’s as cunning as a fox, that one!”

“He’s not ‘Boring Ben!’” Matty scowled.

“I didn’t make up the name. You did!” Jake fired back, still unable to stop himself from laughing. “I’ve never even met the guy! Dentists aren’t usually known for being the life and soul of the party though.”

“He’s really cute,” Matty tried, showing a picture on his cell phone.

Jake had to bite his tongue. Was Matty really saving this guy’s image as his screensaver? It was almost too tragic for words. “I’m not denying he’s good looking,” he replied. “He’s just not your usual type.”

“And what is my usual type?” Matty demanded sceptically, clearly offended now that Jake claimed to understand him better than he understood himself. It was a frustration so many people probably elicited in him these days, given that he knew so little about what he had been like before the accident.

Jake hesitated. It was perhaps a little early to be bringing up their shared kinks; the fact that they had both seen each other ejaculate more times than most other roommates was something that could definitely wait for another day. “You just tend to go for guys with a little more… presence,” he finally answered with a smirk.

Unbeknownst to Jake, this new Matty was a lot more sensitive. He seemed truly incapable of taking Jake’s teasing in his stride, getting up and retreating in a huff back to his bedroom and not emerging again for the rest of the night.

Things with Matty didn’t improve. They no longer understood each other. Jake had anticipated that Matty wouldn’t know anything about him, but he hadn’t expected that Matty would return as such a startlingly different person. Things that would have made Matty laugh before, now made him bristle with annoyance. Likewise, Matty’s sense of humor was all off. He’d somehow taken on the personality of Boring Ben, making dad jokes and quips about dental hygiene that he’d obviously picked up from the guy who came over at least a couple of times a week.

“What the hell are these?” asked Matty, holding up a pair of supersized underwear with the end of the mop handle and holding them outwards, as far away from himself as possible. With a hand holding his nose, Matty couldn’t have looked more disgusted by them if he had tried.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Where did you find those?” he laughed, pulling them off the handle and trying to think which fatty they’d invited here who could have left without his underwear.

Matty seemed horrified to witness Jake holding the dirty underwear in his bare hands. “They were in the bathroom, tucked behind the cupboard.”

Nodding, Jake knew that made perfect sense. They were Fat Rob’s underwear, thrown carelessly over their shoulders when the three of them had soaped the big boy up in the shower before feeding him like a hog. That must have been at least six months ago now. He really should clean behind that cupboard more!

It was clear that Matty was still waiting for an answer, as if some deep offense had been caused that needed to be immediately rectified. “They belong to an ex,” Jake simplified, throwing the underwear into his own bedroom where they could cause no further offense.

“An ex?” Matty asked; his eyes bulging with shock. “You’ve got to be joking!”

Jake rolled his eyes, mourning the loss of old Matty every single day. How horrified would this version of him be to learn that he’d fucked Fat Rob’s giant butt just as hard as Jake had? Keeping that to himself wasn’t easy. There were moments when Jake wanted to destroy Matty’s perfect vision of his past self: the handsome doctor, the loyal son, the smartest guy in the room. Matty believed he had been everything his parents had told him he was. He had no idea that Jake knew the real version of him better than anyone else.

“Not everyone wants to date a 150lb dentist,” Jake grumpily shot back. He could see the disgust in Matty’s face. Then he sighed, returning to his bedroom where Matty couldn’t judge him any further.

A few weeks later, Jake listened out in his bedroom until he heard that Boring Ben was leaving. What had started as apathy had become a deep dislike. Seeing so much of Ben reflected in Matty’s behaviour made it difficult not to hold the guy personally responsible for the devolution of the person Jake had got on best with in the entire world. Ben was so straight-laced and dull. And now, unbleievably, so was Matty.

“Come on!” Jake called out to Matty, throwing his workout bag onto the kitchen counter. “You’re coming with me to the gym. Six months off is more than enough. It’s time we started building you back up.”

Jake had meant it as an olive branch. Voluntarily spending time with Matty wasn’t his favourite thing to do. In the three months since Matty had moved back in, Jake had witnessed the guy’s muscle mass further deplete. Softness had begun to gather in his core and his butt was losing that muscular strength to resemble glutes that were a lot more doughy. He owed it to the old Matty to get him back in shape.

“No, thanks,” Matty simply replied, biting into a piece of buttery toast and making his way to the couch to watch some trash TV.

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” Jake tried assertively.

“Yes you are!” Matty replied coldly. “I have no intention of working out today.”

Jake sighed and rolled his eyes. This guy was so stubborn, he wanted to strangle him. “You can’t sit on your ass all day.”

“What else am I meant to do?” Matty shot back irritably. “I can’t work. My medical license has been indefinitely suspended, and I’ve got this compensation lawsuit to prepare for.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Jake asked, still hopeful that he could show Matty how ridiculous he was being. “I thought your lawyer was sorting all that out for you?”

“She is,” Matty nodded. “But she still thinks I’ll get more if I claim I’ve got depression as well. I can evidence how active I was before, compared to now.”

“So you’re just going to sit on your ass, getting fat and lazy in the hope that you’ll get a few extra grand?” Jake blasted back. He didn’t care that he was being rude, he poked a finger into Matty’s core, trying to show him how unconditioned he was. “The old you would be horrified!”

“And who asked for your opinion?” Matty growled back angrily. “Just fuck off and leave me alone!”

Furious, Jake walked away and grabbed his bag, slamming the door behind him. Everyone always felt so sorry for Matty, but the truth was, the guy was just an asshole! It had been months now, without the slightest improvement. The old Matty was gone and was never coming back. What loyalty should Jake have to a ghost? If Matty was determined to date nerds and let himself go, why should he even bother to try and stop him?

“I’m sorry about before,” Jake offered as he arrived home a couple of hours later to see that Matty was still in the same spot on the couch. “I hadn’t meant for things to get so heated.”

Time in the gym had always been a way to help Jake calm down when he was frustrated. After a few super heavy deadlifts, he’d found his anger abating and his more rational mind being able to speak up. This Matty was not the same guy as the best friend Jake had adored so much. His expectation that Matty would aspire to be the exact same person as he had once been was as frustrating for him as it was for Matty. This new man needed to find his own path and make his own mistakes. And he deserved to do it surrounded by people who supported him unconditionally.

“Don’t worry about it,” Matty replied, not taking his eyes off the TV; still clearly a little pissed at him.

“A peace offering,” Jake declared, presenting his roommate with a small box of pastries from the bakery across town. “I don’t think you’ve had these since your accident, but they were always your absolute favorite whenever you were treating yourself.” He shrugged, wondering whether yet another reminder of the old Matty was really the right move. “I figured your taste buds haven’t changed,” he stated, as if to explain his reasoning.

Matty accepted the gift and opened the box. “They’re huge!” he smiled happily, lifting one up and onto an already used plate he’d had in front of him. Taking a bite, he immediately moaned in appreciation, his eyes bulging as he took in all the flavors. “This is amazing!” he marvelled, quickly heading back in for a second bite.

Jake smiled. This was the first success he’d had with Matty in the entire time since the accident. Making the guy happy had made him feel good too. “I’ll pick you up some more the next time I’m heading that way then,” he nodded, pleased with himself.

“What other foods did I used to like?” Matty asked, pushing the last bite into his mouth.

Jake’s eyebrows rose. It was the first time he’d heard Matty express any curiosity about his past self. “Um…” he pondered. “Well, you always had a bit of a sweet tooth. Much more so than me. I don’t know…” he shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to go to the grocery store some time so I can point stuff out to you.”

“Sure. Shall we go now?” Matty asked, getting himself up.

Jake chuckled, looked at his watch, and saw that he did indeed have an hour or so to spare. “Sure,” he smiled. “Why not?”

Jake wondered whether Matty would keep in touch with him once his massive compensation payout came through and he was able to get his own place. Although things had improved massively in the last few weeks, he couldn’t expect Matty to have the same fondness for him given that, in his mind, they had only lived together for a few months.

“I’m heading to the grocery store after the gym if you want me to pick anything up for you?” he asked, filling up his water bottle in the sink.

“Sure,” Matty nodded. “Can you get me a couple more boxes of that stuff?” he pointed at the now empty sugary breakfast cereal box he’d left on the side.

Jake had gotten good at biting his tongue. There was no nutritional value in the cereal Matty was after and, besides that, he could have sworn he’d only bought the last box for him yesterday. “Sure,” he nodded. “Anything else?”

Matty thought some more and began texting him a list which Jake scrolled through a couple of minutes later. It was as if Matty’s food choices had regressed to the point that it was a menu put together by a six-year old child: beige foods, high in sugar, high in carbohydrates, and even higher saturates. “I’ll sort it,” Jake nodded, heading out the door without comment.

Annoyingly, Boring Ben was parked up on the couch upon Jake’s return a couple of hours later. Matty rose to his feet, delighting in the fact that Jake had managed to find everything he had requested; ripping open a box of cookies and heading back to the couch.

Jake frowned, noticing Ben giving him a disapproving sideways glance as he continued to unpack and restock the refrigerator. He got it: Ben was never going to like him all that much. After all, he was a handsome guy who just so happened to be living with his boyfriend. There was bound to be more than just a little jealousy and insecurity at play.

“I need you to stop enabling Matty to pig out on all this stuff,” Ben stated, getting up to speak to Jake in the kitchen area once Matty had disappeared to the bathroom. “It’s not good for him.”

With limited patience for Ben and his dire warnings about cavities, Jake merely rolled his eyes. Ben had always had an attitude with him, no doubt inherited from Matty’s mother, who had labelled him a ‘bad influence’ on her son. If only she had known how ironic that idea was…

“I agree,” Jake nodded. “But he’s a grown man. I’m not going to tell him what he can and can’t eat.”

“You don’t have to buy everything he asks you for though,” Ben shot back, swinging open one cupboard door to see that, inside, it was loaded with all the things they both knew Matty would gnaw through in no time at all. “You can see it’s all having an impact on him.”

Jake frowned again. What a stupid way to put it! “You mean you don’t like him looking a little chubby?” he asked, his tone loaded with disapproval. He knew what Ben was getting at. With all Jake’s muscles and lean physique, there was no way for him to deny that he had educated himself well about nutrition. Enough to know that Matty’s diet was only ever going to have one inevitable consequence. “I thought you two were soul mates?” he parroted back at the lame guy who had never failed to make him cringe. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now that he’s getting little love handles?” he asked, almost gleefully.

“It’s not nice to see anyone getting out of shape,” Ben diplomatically answered.

“Well, if you don’t like it, that’s a conversation you’re going to have to have with Matty yourself. I’m not getting involved,” Jake declared, raising both his palms to show that he was done with this debate. Finally finished in the kitchen, he headed back into his room to finish his book, away from the cliched, straight romantic comedy movie that Ben had put on the TV.

Jake was about a chapter away from the end when he heard tense voices sounding from the lounge. If only that damn movie hadn’t been so loud, he might have been able to make out more of what was being said. As it was, it was only when he heard the apartment door slam shut that he realised things had gotten so bad that Ben had actually left.

“Everything alright?” Jake gingerly asked, peeping out of his bedroom, but not committing to stepping out entirely, just in case he wasn’t wanted.

“Yeah, fine,” Matty replied, despite his flustered face; slouching on the couch and sipping his can of soda. His stomach looked as bloated as Jake had ever seen it, pressing unflatteringly against the material of his t-shirt; the coffee table loaded with the discarded packaging of much of what Jake had picked up from the supermarket only an hour earlier. “I’m just sick of people expecting me to still be that perfect Matty from before the accident. I thought Ben understood who I was now, but he’s just holding onto the image of what I looked like when we were first properly introduced.”

Jake sighed. He was too invested now to be able to walk away. He stepped inside and dropped down on the couch, seeing that Matty needed someone to offload to. “You know, the old Matty really wasn’t as perfect as you’re imagining,” he smiled, appreciating how hard it must have felt for Matty to live up to the idolised man everyone had made him out to be. “I could tell you some stories…”

“Oh, please don’t!” Matty shot back irritably. “I’m sick of hearing about him.”

“Fair enough,” Jake smiled.

“I just want to bury the old Matty. I’m sick of people recognising me and expecting me to know who they are,” he explained, rubbing his distended stomach as he did so.

“That’s fair enough,” Jake nodded, strangely captivated by the movement of Matty’s hand; a small spark of electricity starting to crackle in his groin.

“Do you know, you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like they’re just waiting for the old Matty to come back,” he complained bitterly.

“Well, that still took me some time to get used to,” Jake nodded, agreeing completely with him. “I think people are starting to realise now that your memories are unlikely to return. They’ll have no choice but to accept you as you are now.”

“And what if they don’t like me as much anymore?” Matty asked.

Perhaps it was instinct, or maybe it was the blood pumping south, but Jake found himself picking up a lone doughnut from the table and handing it to Matty. “Then, fuck them!” he declared, smiling brightly. “Just be your own version of you.”

Matty smiled and nodded, taking a bite happily. “Are you sticking around?” he asked, lifting the TV remote as if to continue the movie.

“Sure,” Jake replied. “I’m not watching this shit though,” he laughed.

“Oh, I know!” Matty chuckled back, seeming delighted to get it off the screen. “Ben has the worst choice in movies!” he declared, throwing the remote to Jake instead. “Let’s see if you can do better!”

Jake raised his eyebrows, accepting the challenge. “Prepare to be amazed!”

Thankfully, Boring Ben had been retired to the history books after that night. As the months progressed and no further developments had been made on Matty’s compensation claim, Jake knew that Matty was eating through the unemployment insurance he’d taken out, in more ways than one. He’d continued to gain weight, particularly in his stomach area. The speed of it was quite remarkable, Jake had seen it all before of course, but never in someone who wasn’t purposefully trying to fatten himself up. Then again, sometimes Jake convinced himself that fattening up was exactly what Matty was trying to do to himself. With his fuller face, he’d been delighted to head out to the grocery store and not be noticed by people. His lawyer had also seemed pleased, according to Matty; upping the expected payout figure each time she saw him.

In reality, Jake knew he was just projecting his kinks onto poor Matty. Having chosen to leave the old version of his friend in the past, Jake had decided against telling the guy about all the kinky things they used to get up to together. Rather than bringing guys home, Jake had gotten used to going to their place instead. But, without Matty there, the dynamic was entirely different. Now he had to play both ‘good cop’ and ‘bad cop’. Matty had been so good at pushing those fatties to eat; the thrill he had gotten from seeing them reach the extremes of greed was always a delight to see. But now Jake was going solo, and the experiences seemed less and less memorable each time. Besides, some days it was more erotic just to be at home…

With no job to speak of, Matty spent his days playing video games or watching crappy daytime TV. One simple look in the trash or recycling and it was easy to track what he was eating. The sugars, the carbs and saturates, they were all far too extreme. Matty's softer middle began sprouting outwards under his still visible pecs. Shapely and rounded, his belly was everything Jake had always loved about seeing a former jock gain weight; the man’s glutes and thighs still sturdy enough to carry it all around with ease. Before the accident, Matty had never worn a shirt around the house. Afterwards, he had covered himself up all the time. Now, however, an emerging confidence in his body was evident once more.

“Do you want any of these?” Matty asked, systematically placing almost every item of clothing he owned on the couch.

“You’re getting rid of it all?” Jake asked, alarmed by the sudden, drastic clearout.

A pot-bellied Matty nodded, picking up one of the stylish shirts the old him had loved. “They don’t really feel like me,” he pondered aloud. “Plus, hardly any of them fit me any more,” he shrugged, patting his protrusive paunch without any hint of remorse.

Jake nodded, understanding completely. The new Matty was more of a sweatpants and baggy t-shirts guy. Without work to go to each day, he didn’t own anything smart or figure-hugging. He didn’t care so much about how he came across, and he was more than happy to strut about the apartment with his stomach out; that delightful, rounded paunch on full display.

“I’ll take it all,” Jake smiled, knowing that so much of it would look great on him. However, it didn’t pass him by that this was quite a momentous moment for his roommate. Matty wasn’t looking to lose weight anytime soon. All that beautiful new chub on his body was seemingly here to stay.

“What happened to the other stud you used to hang out with?” asked one rotund guy a few weeks later, as Jake unpacked all the fattening treats he had brought along to stuff him with.

“Oh, you mean, Matty,” Jake nodded. “He actually just came into a lot of money,” he explained, grabbing a large serving bowl from the cupboard. “There was a compensation case against a gas station company which he’s just wrapped up. It’s pretty cool actually,” he continued, deciding not to elaborate any further about the accident than that. “He’s a pretty clever guy. He’s invested it all and will most likely never need to work ever again. But, as for all the feedism stuff…” Jake shrugged. “He gave it up.”

“He gave it up?” laughed the older man, greedily eying everything Jake had brought along. “Just like that?” he asked in disbelief. “But he was such a kinky little fucker! I’ve never been stuffed as hard as when he was the one pushing it all in!”

Jake chuckled at that. Matty certainly used to be a hard taskmaster. He’d loved witnessing the extremes of gluttony and felt it his duty to stretch out the stomachs of the fatties they had fucked as much as possible. Jake remembered how horny Matty would get, even in the grocery store, as they picked up every fattening treat they planned to push into their fatties’ mouths. “He’s just not into it anymore,” Jake shrugged, keen to move on as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his startlingly strong torso.

The gainer looked pleased at the sight, his eyes dewy with lust. “That surprises me,” he continued, despite the distraction. “A kink like his doesn’t disappear into thin air. Believe me, I tried! Twenty years I attempted to deny the fact that I just want to be a huge hog!” he nodded, picking up his large, sagging stomach and jiggling it proudly. 

Jake took his cue, sliding his hand over the blubbery tummy and kissing the guy, excited to begin their evening together. Still, however, the guy’s words stuck in Jake’s mind. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps a kink like Matty’s didn’t just disappear. Perhaps it was just expressing itself in some other way? That thought was fairly thrilling…

Just like he’d done for months, Jake knew that when he came that evening, he wouldn’t be thinking about the fatty in front of him; it would be the image of Matty and his extra 75lbs of pure fat that would penetrate every one of his thoughts, building his arosal until he finally orgasmed, deep inside this hog’s ass.

A few more weeks went by before it happened. With a network outage at the offices, Jake had sent his team home to work for the afternoon. It hadn’t occurred to him to give Matty the heads up that he would be back early. He simply strolled into the apartment to hear music blaring, with Matty sitting in his chair in front of the TV screen. 

With his back to the door, Matty had yet to notice Jake’s arrival. He was eating something, discarded packaging and full bottles of soda filling up the coffee table at his feet. However, it was the manner in which he was eating that first struck Jake as being srange: speedy, full bites, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Down went the bottle of soda in impressive giant gulps, then, back the man went to gorging himself on even more. Matty was masturbating; Jake could tell by the rapid movement of his shoulder and arm.

Not usually one to be clumsy, the sight of Matty had captured Jake’s attention so much that he partially missed the counter as he tried to put his bag down, sending it crashing onto the floor.

Immediately alerted, Matty turned around, his mouth smeared with chocolate sauce. “Oh, fuck!” he shouted, his eyes wide and immediately reaching down for the underwear around his feet.

“Don’t mind me!” Jake called over, theatrically covering his eyes as he made his way across the space and towards his bedroom. “You carry on! I don’t want to disturb!”

Jake’s heart was pounding as he closed the door behind him. He looked down at his crotch, seeing that his boner was already pressing against the material of his black dress pants. “Fuck!” he whispered to himself in horny disbelief. Every kinky fantasy he had ever had about Matty staying at home all day had just come true. There was no denying that he had just witnessed that guy getting off on stuffing himself stupid with food. No wonder Matty's stomach had been blossoming with such speed in recent months!

Jake ran his hands through his hair and paced about his bedroom, not knowing what he should do. He yanked off his tie and gave himself some more room to breathe around his neck. “Fuck!” he marvelled again, hardly believing everything he had just seen. Gazing at himself in the mirror, he saw his large, powerful chest rising up and down. He’d never experienced lust quite as all consuming as this before. His brain had left the building.

Matty was leaning over the kitchen sink, cleaning up his mouth when Jake came out of his room moments later. Dressed in only a pair of sweat pants, the man’s love handles had never looked curvier; the formerly muscular glutes developing a width to them that was almost too exciting to believe. Jake took a seat at the breakfast bar, trying to act casual and style the conversation out. “Are these any good?” he asked, pointing to the new brand of doughnuts Matty had bought and almost completely consumed that afternoon.

Matty turned around, clearly still embarrassed. He sighed and slowly made eye contact with Jake. “Sorry about that,” he pointed at the chair he had been sitting in; his pump bottle of lubricant still on the coffee table. “I’ve actually decided it’s time that I moved out.”

Jake held back his alarm, deciding it was best to play it cool. He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled lightly. “Why? Because I caught you jerking off?” he asked, as if it was the most ridiculous reasoning he had ever heard.

Matty didn’t respond; his mortified face still saying it all.

“You act like I’ve never seen your dick before!” Jake pressed on. “Back before the accident, you and I used to jerk each other off all the time!”

“We did?” Matty asked, his eyes wide. “Seriously?”

“Of course!” Jake nodded. “Two horny guys sharing an apartment together… You wouldn’t believe some of the things we used to get up to!”

“Well, I don’t remember any of that,” Matty mumbled, as if disbelieving what Jake was telling him. “I think you’re just saying that to try and make me feel better.”

Jake grinned. “Fine,” he nodded, standing up and taking a seat, slouching in the middle of the couch, spreading his strong thighs apart. “I guess we’ll need to even the score then.”

Matty followed him out of the kitchen area curiously. “What are you doing?” he asked, spotting Jake unclipping his belt. “You honestly don’t need to…”

But Jake had already fished out his hard dick and was stroking it. “See?” he smirked at Matty. “No big deal!”

Matty frowned, but an undeniable look of amusement made the corners of his mouth pick up. “You are so fucking crazy!” he chuckled, watching his friend stroking his own dick just to make him feel better. “All right! Fine!” he threw back. “I guess it was a bit of an overreaction to say I was moving out,” he nodded, plopping himself back in his chair, understanding that there were certain things he would never need to feel so embarrassed about in front of Jake.

“Good!” Jake smiled back, slipping his underwear back over his boner and resting his hands by his sides once more.

“It’s pretty weird though, isn't it?” Matty nodded at the coffee table, still littered with all the packaging from his feasting. “I just don’t understand why this all gets me so…” he shrugged, unsure how to finish his sentence.

“Insanley fucking horny?” Jake asked, smirking playfully. He stood up again, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it down on the couch behind him. Then he pulled down his dress pants and stepped out of them, before kicking the coffee table out of the way and kneeling down at Matty’s feet. “I know exactly what’s happening to you,” he grinned, resting his hands on Matty’s knees.

“You do?” Matty replied, swallowing awkwardly as he clearly tried hard to keep his eyes fixed on his roommate’s face, and not let them wander down to the insane erection jutting out of Jake’s underwear.

“I understand it all better than you do,” Jake nodded, sliding his hands up and onto Matty’s fat pot-belly, stroking and rubbing it gently.

Matty’s breathing got heavier. His eyes misted over with lust and he threw his head back for a moment, briefly lost in the ecstasy of it all. 

“Do you want me to teach you why this feels so nice?” Jake asked, gently caressing Matty’s stomach as the guy slouched further into the chair for him, allowing Jake greater access to that beautifully soft and sensitive under-belly skin.

“Yeah,” Matty mumbled; his dick already pushing up the material of his sweat pants.

Jake leaned in and kissed Matty’s belly several times, making the man moan softly. Then Jake took his fingers to the sides of Matty’s stomach, getting a good handle on the skin and gently bouncing the blubber teasingly.

Matty’s jaw lowered and an involuntary moan of arousal rose out of him as he felt the wobbling of all the lard that had invaded his waistline.

“Do you want to learn why this is so unbelievably sexy for you?” Jake asked now, raising one of his hands up to flutter the soft, saggier area that had once been Matty’s pec.

Matty nodded, then shifted to pull his sweatpants and underwear down from underneath him, unashamed to show how raging his erection was as it thrusted upwards, closer to Jake’s face.

Jake smirked, reached behind him, and pullied out one of the large cookies left over from Matty’s feast, bringing it closer towards the guy’s mouth. “Open up, Fat Boy…” he whispered seductively.

Matty smiled broadly. He looked gratefully at his roommate, knowing that he was in safe hands. Then, his obedient, greedy mouth widened and he moaned once again as the sugary underside of the cookie hit his moist tongue. He watched keenly as Jake’s free hand pumped the lubricant into it, then gently moved across to give him even more of a treat. His whole body jolted as Jake’s large hand encased the shaft and began stroking it up and down with the lightest of touches.

“Oh…fuck!” Matty gasped, unsure how long he would be able to last with such treatment. “This feels so…”

Jake nodded, not needing Matty to say a word. “And we’re only just getting started…” he grinned, pressing the next cookie deeper into Matty’s gluttonous mouth.

On the treadmill, Duncan talked about himself, effortlessly chatting away even as the set programme automatically increased the speed of the belt, the whole machine raising up and down with the incline. 

Sam could feel the sweat rolling off his forehead. He took a swig from his drink but he still knew he couldn’t keep up with Duncan tonight. His muscles still ached from the previous night’s workout. He was sore and depleted. He smashed his hand down on the button to lower the speed, cancelling the exercise programme he had started with Duncan. “I’m out!” he gasped, feeling his legs turn to jelly as the belt beneath him quickly decelerated to a pace he only had to walk to. 

Duncan laughed. “Aw, buddy!” he mocked. “You’re not giving in already tonight, are you?”

Sam stepped off, stooping until he dropped down onto the nearest bench and tried to catch his breath. He could tell that Duncan wasn’t really disappointed at him for quitting. This seemed to be what he liked best about coming to the gym: showing everyone else how much fitter and more capable he was than the rest of them; increasing the speed of the treadmill even now, just to demonstrate how easy it all was for him. Only a light coating of sweat showed against his broad, powerful chest, making him look even more imposing and awe-inspiring. 

After ten minutes, Duncan found him again, strutting across and taking over as Sam struggled to set up the weights for his chest press. Even after such an intense cardio session, Duncan handled the giant metal discs with ease, barely making them clatter once as he expertly slid them onto the bar. Without being asked, he stood behind to catch the bar should Sam struggle to complete the full reps. It was a favor Sam had no hope of reciprocating, given how extreme the weights Duncan lifted himself. Even the guy’s encouragement seemed hollow and patronising, given how pathetically weak he must have looked to a toned, muscular adonis like Duncan.

“I’m taking my girlfriend away this weekend,” Duncan declared. “A nice little, romantic cabin in the woods,” he smirked, like a man who knew he was about to have a full weekend of sex. “She wanted to see the Fall colors, but I can’t see her leaving the bed much!” he joked, like Sam was just another one of his straight buddies who would clap him on the back for his great sexual prowess. 

Sam nodded and smiled as Duncan flipped his cell phone around to show him a picture of the place he had booked: stunning social media fodder and very expensive-looking. How Sam envied that girlfriend! Oh, the things he would have done to experience a dirty weekend with Duncan! “It looks nice!” he smiled.

“Have I ever shown you a picture of my girlfriend?” Duncan asked, clicking through his gallery and smirking as though he was trying to find a picture that was safe to be shown in public. “Here she is,” he finally declared, flipping the cell phone around again.

Sam tried his best to conceal his surprise. It was the large double chin that made his eyes bulge slightly. Short and round under Duncan’s great arm, the woman’s stomach and hips looked as though they had been inflated by a giant pump. Gorgeous Duncan’s girlfriend was undoubtedly obese.

Seeming to know exactly what Sam was thinking, Duncan turned the cell phone back around and smiled in delight at the image he had shown. “She’s a greedy little thing!” he chuckled to himself. “She’s put on a lot of weight since I asked her out. She says she’s on a diet at the moment,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes as though he didn’t take that at all seriously. “But I’ll just pick up a tub of ice cream on the way over to her place later and she’ll still have the whole thing eaten by the time she falls asleep.”

Duncan chuckled to himself once more, staring at the image some more: their dramatically contrasting bodies; the outline of an ever so slightly erect bulge pressing against the tight material of Duncan’s gym shorts; an image that Sam would undoubtedly be touching himself to later on when he tried to recall it in his mind in the privacy of his own apartment. But, right now, Sam didn’t really know how to respond. Should he say something about how cute they looked together? How pretty she was? He didn’t know the rules.

“She’s a lucky girl,” Sam finally stated, feeling that he couldn’t leave it a second longer to reply. He regretted his careless phrasing immediately. He always tried to hide his attraction to Duncan so carefully, yet it always tumbled out of him in awkward moments such as these, every single time.

Duncan grinned from ear to ear. It seemed impossible that such a handsome face should exist atop of such a fine,perfect body. “Oh, absolutely!” he smirked, seeming to know just how much this quiet, polite twenty-two year old would love to suck him off. “She’s a very lucky girl!”

Many may have pondered Duncan’s usual choice of girlfriend. But, for Sam, the answer seemed obvious. Duncan was into that big, fat-girl look, and the fact that he didn’t try to hide that preference only seemed to increase his sexual appeal. Having a crush on a guy was one thing, but knowing that that man was also a kinky, horny devil was adding a whole new layer to Sam’s quiet infatuation with him. Over the weeks, Duncan’s shared images of his girlfriend only seemed to show her becoming rounder and rounder. Yet the man stood proud, knowing that he was the mastermind behind all of it.

“How’s your girlfriend?” Sam asked one week. It was a habit he had got into after that one time Duncan had shown him a picture of himself with his girlfriend at the beach. Shirtless and sculpted, Sam had wanted to burn the image onto his retina for all eternity. Maybe, one of these weeks, another such shirtless image would be shown to him, providing that he kept asking about what Duncan had been up to with his girlfriend.

“We broke up,” Duncan replied casually. “She’s decided to start her weight loss journey,” he smirked, as if quoting her phrasing exactly. “And she feels that it will be a lot easier to do that if we weren’t together.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Sam shot back; his face full of sympathy. The gym was oddly quiet that evening and the lack of people suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Duncan furrowed his eyebrows. “She’s absolutely right,” he chuckled. “It’s the smartest thing she’s done since I asked her out.”

“She’s a fool, giving up a guy like you,” Sam tried to counter. He’d been wound up for the last half an hour by how beautifully tight Duncan’s gym shorts were; not forgetting the musky scent of his pumped body. The fact that the guy was now single was sending jolts of pure lustful fantasies to soar through his brain, no matter how impossible it was that they would ever come true in real life. 

“She’s really not!” Duncan laughed even as he took a large swig from his protein supplement.

“She is!” Sam exclaimed. “If I was with a man like you, I would…” he stumbled, realising he should have thought of how he was going to finish the sentence before he’d started it. “I’d do anything,” he finally stated.

A bright but wicked smile spread over Duncan’s face. “You see, that’s exactly what I need,” he nodded, patting Sam on the back. “Someone who will just do what I say, when I say it. Is that too much to ask?”

“I don’t think so,” Sam replied, nodding his head emphatically. The feeling of Duncan’s large hand on his back just made him want to say whatever he believed the man would most want to hear. Perhaps that was why Duncan was keeping it there, causing all the blood in Sam’s body to head south.

“You think I could ever find someone who would do that for me?” he asked, looking straight into Sam’s eyes. “Someone who would eat what I told them to eat? Wear whatever clothes I thought suited them best? Someone who would really care about keeping my dick hard as much as possible?”

Sam swallowed. He’d had a few homoerotic chats with straight guys back in college, but this was actually making his heart race and his skin turn clammy with sweat. “Absolutely!” he answered a little more timidly. Fuck! Was Duncan really talking about his dick? That perfect, oversized bulge Sam had swooned over for months?

Raising an eyebrow, Duncan went to take another drink from his protein shake and then stopped. He looked at it for a second, then back at Sam. “Here,” he offered, pushing the spout towards Sam’s mouth. “Drink.”

“What? Why?” Sam replied, caught off-guard by the request.

“Do I need a reason?” Duncan smirked, shaking the almost completely full bottle and holding it close to Sam’s mouth.

Wanting nothing more than to keep this sexually charged conversation going, Sam reached out his hands to take the bottle as he tilted his head to take a sip. However, Duncan’s large hand did not move to let him take the flask. Instead, the muscular hunk was pouring it in, with Sam awkwardly dropping his hands to the side instead. His lips clamped around the spout Sam had the odd sensation of subservience, like he was committing an act not too dissimilar to sucking Duncan’s actual dick. Yet, as he swallowed, the big man seemed to have no intention of letting him stop until every last drop was gone. Sam searched the guy’s face, looking for clues about what was really going on behind those wicked, electric eyes. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.

“Good boy!” Duncan smirked the moment the entire bottle had been drained to the back of Sam’s throat.  “That’s over a thousand calories right there!” he chuckled, patting Sam’s middle as the guy tried to discreetly burp up the air he had accidentally swallowed.

“Really?” Sam asked, surprised that a protein shake could be so ridiculously calorie dense.

Duncan nodded. “Yeah, it’s great for guys like me,” he smiled, flexing his bicep almost into Sam’s face. “Not so good for boys like you,” he laughed, squeezing Sam’s comparatively puny arm.

The weight of all that liquid was sitting heavily in Sam’s stomach. He groaned, rubbing his middle. “That’s going to take ages to work off on the treadmill.”

Duncan laughed, wrapping his big arm over Sam’s shoulders and pulling him away. “Nah, your workout is over, buddy,” he replied. “You can come help me with my reps instead.”

Inexplicably, Sam found himself doing exactly as he was told, following Duncan around from one machine to another and holding the man’s sweaty towel.

Duncan looked around, seeing that the place was still eerily quiet. “Looks like everyone’s at home watching the big game tonight,” he chuckled. “How about I give you a little treat?” he winked at Sam, already leading the way back to the changing rooms. “Sit there,” he ordered the moment they were inside. 

Again, Sam only did as he was told; his brain working overtime trying to catch up with what was happening to him. At the very least, he knew he’d had some fantastic views of Duncan working out to masturbate to when he got home later.

With the satisfied grin of a man who knew he was the ultimate fantasy of so many, Duncan began undressing himself for the showers, slipping off his underwear and pointing a finger straight at Sam. “Now, you stay right there!” he teased, like telling off a naughty puppy as he climbed into the open showers space. “Staaay!” he repeated, like he expected the horny Sam to jump on him at any moment. “Good boy!”

Sam could hardly believe what was happening. Of course Duncan was completely hung. He’d suspected as much from the many glimpses of the bulge he’d had over the last six months of knowing the guy. His dick was an absolute genetic masterpiece.

Soaping up his muscular body, Duncan seemed to drink in the quietly lustful glances from Sam. Round and round, Duncan massaged his pecs and ran his hand up and down his tight, chiseled stomach. Those big hands then reached down into his groin, scrubbing his shaft just a little too long not to be playing with it, at least a little. He turned gently, giving Sam a look at his perfectly sculpted back and deliciously pert and muscular butt cheeks. It was as if the man had known every last sexual fantasy that had wandered through Sam’s head for the last few months, and he was here, now, playing up to every last one of them. Look, but don’t touch.

“Towel,” Duncan ordered, reaching his hand out as he returned from the showers, still just soapy enough to give his body that perfect, glistening shine.

Duncan jumped to attention, delivering right away. Finally, an opportunity to stand close to that statuesque, naked body.

“How was the show?” Duncan asked, holding the towel but still not using it.

Sam faltered. How was he supposed to respond? He’d tried and failed to hide his attraction to Duncan for months. Was it time to just be honest?

“Well?” Duncan pressed him.

“Amazing!” Sam replied. “Your body is just… incredible.”

Duncan nodded knowingly. “Do you want to suck my dick?” he asked plainly.

Sam’s eyes widened. “Well, I…” he fumbled.

Duncan laughed. “I’m just fucking with you!” he called out like a taunting bully from the playground. “You’re nowhere near ready to suck me off.” He reached his large, strong hand to hold Sam by his shoulder, suddenly more serious. “But you could be one day. Would you like that?”

Not wanting to open his mouth and reply incorrectly, Sam only nodded meekly.

“Good,” Duncan smiled. “Very good!”

The following days were a whirlwind of strange encounters and arousal. Sam would arrive at the gym to be little more than Duncan’s assistant, following him around the place and watching him lift. As many as three large water bottles filled with protein shakes were pressed into his hand at timed intervals, coaxed into drinking them all by an uncompromising Duncan. The place was always too busy for another peep show in the shower, yet that seemed to only play into Duncan’s hands even more, keeping the memory and fantasy of it all in Sam’s head; played out and replayed like a well worn cassette tape each time Sam touched himself.

“I see we’re making some progress at last,” Duncan smiled, poking Sam in his stomach one day. His strong, outstretched finger pressed firmly against an undeniable layer of fresh padding. Sam hadn’t intended to gain weight. Yet, by following Duncan’s orders each night, he must have been consuming an incredible amount of extra calories. It had messed with his head and thrown his usual routine, eliminating all workouts from his routine and making him hungry later in the evening when the tight bloat of all those shakes finally wore off.

“Was this what you did to your girlfriend?” Sam asked boldly; questioning Duncan for the first time about the strange requests he had made of him over the last three weeks.

“No,” Duncan chuckled, shaking his head as if Sam had just asked the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. “She didn’t just throw her head back and take down anything I told her to,” he taunted, as if making fun of Sam’s unquestioning obedience. “Things are going to go a lot faster with you.”

Sam swallowed. So this was a sexual thing for Duncan. He was getting the same thrill out of pumping him with calories as he had with his ex. That must mean that there was at least a chance that Duncan might…

“You should come over to my place tomorrow night,” Duncan stated, sitting on the large seat of the chest station. “I can start taking some measurements of you and get you on my special scales.”

Sam’s heart fluttered. An invitation to Duncan’s apartment? Could this be real? “Okay,” he nodded.

Duncan scoffed, nodding down at the slight bulge that had sprung in Sam’s gym shorts. “Down boy!” he grunted, already pressing the extreme weights to start the first of his reps. “You’re not sucking my dick tomorrow. You understand?”

Sam shrank back a little, grabbing Duncan’s sweat towel to hide his groin. “Yeah, I understand,” he nodded, not wanting to overstep and ruin his chance.

The next evening, Duncan had told Sam to be at his place for eight. Sam had arrived early, waiting outside on a bench just around the corner so as not to appear too keen. Then, at exactly eight o’clock, he pressed the buzzer, feeling more excitable than ever before. 

Duncan’s apartment was every bit as Sam had imagined it to be: Plain, functional and undecorated. It wasn’t at all a place for him to bring girls home to seduce them. This was quite simply the control room from which Duncan organised his life; his wet suit from his water sports adventures hanging on a hook on the bathroom door, a large cardboard box of protein powders used as a makeshift coffee table, as well as several free weights and kettlebells lined up against one wall. A small TV sat in the corner but something told Sam that this was something the big man rarely actually used.

“You came,” Duncan smirked, like a lion seeing its prey simply wandering freely into its cage. “You’d best get your shirt off then so that I can get a look.”

Sam nodded. He’d expected this, pulling it off just as Duncan slipped to one of his drawers and pulled out a measuring tape.

“Nice work!” Duncan marvelled, reaching one finger to lightly stroke a new build up of fat at Sam’s side and nudging him slightly so that Duncan could get a better look at his butt. “This is pretty decent,” he nodded, complimenting himself on the progress he was making with his doting admirer. 

“Thanks,” Sam smiled back, making Duncan laugh at him. The big man shook his head and rubbed his forehead, finding amusement in the fact that Sam would actually thank him for all this flabby softness that was quietly invading his body.

Out came the scales, placed on the firm kitchen floor. Sam’s butt was tapped impatiently until he climbed up. “You said you were one-fifty-five when I asked you a few months ago,” Duncan proclaimed; surprising Sam that he had actually retained that knowledge. “Let’s see what you are now.”

There was no dramatic climbing and balancing of numbers on Duncan’s scales. Like the man himself, they delivered the figure quickly and to the point.

With obvious amusement, Duncan delighted in reading the number out. “One hundred and seventy two!” he nodded. “That’s exactly what I thought it was going to be!” 

Sam stepped off, feeling his body. Had he really gained seventeen pounds of fat in just over three weeks? And, more than that, was the change really so obvious that Duncan had been able to predict the exact number with ease?

“Relax!” Duncan scoffed at him, sensing Sam’s sudden insecurity at how quickly this was all happening to him. “You’re going to have to get used to this if you want to keep hanging out with me. That is what you want, right?” he asked, as if challenging Sam to correct him.

“Of course I do,” Sam nodded. “It’s just a… a big change,” he mumbled.

“Think of it this way…” Duncan jumped in. “If you want to be my plaything, then you’re going to have to entice me to play.” He wrapped his arm over Sam’s shoulders. “In your case, that means taking down a lot more  food and calories to really push a gut out on you. I’m talking tits, fat rolls, extra chins… the lot! That’s the sort of stuff that really gets my dick hard.”

Sam nodded, the scent and touch of Duncan, not to mention his deep, masculine voice in his ear, really spiking his arousal once more.

“I’d love for you to be that lucky person who gets to wake up next to me each morning, but that’s not going to happen with a skinny little ass like you’ve got at the moment. Are you understanding me?” Duncan asked, as if feeling that he was explaining something to a three year old.

“If I want to be with you, I’ve got to get fatter,” Sam replied, trying to show Duncan he was on board.

With a little sideways squeeze, Duncan chuckled softly. “Yeah, you’re sort of getting there,” he smirked. “It’s just time to start committing yourself in the way a guy like me deserves.” He pulled off his shirt and reestablished the sideways hug; their two naked torsos side by side for the first time.

Within a further week, Sam had been banned from the gym by Duncan. Now, these late evening home visits had become the natural progression. At Duncan’s apartment, Sam would be pressed with further shakes along with deliberately fattening feasts, like pizza, takeout or whole tubs of melted ice cream.

“Maybe we should plan a little sleepover for you soon,” Duncan grinned, grabbing at a full wedge of fresh blubber on Sam’s frame and jiggling it until even Sam’s puffy nibbles moved against the rhythm.

Sam nodded keenly, gazing with admiration at the mostly naked Duncan, but for his underwear, having arrived when the guy was fresh from the shower. “I’d like that,” he smiled, knowing that the new tire of belly fat that was starting to encircle his own waist was giving Duncan the very slightest of boners. Three shakes down and almost an entire extra large, meaty pizza, his capacity for consuming was increasing by the day. A good thing, considering there was a full tub of ice cream sitting at the side for him afterwards as well.

Without the gym, all the extra calories seemed to hang off Sam’s body in blubbery masses. There was that new roll across his stomach and oozing into his love handles. Then there was that new softness under his nipples and the embarrassing chub that had arrived under his chin. His butt had softened and widened, along with the tops of his thighs and, more recently, the tops of his arms too. In his everyday life, he’d started buying and wearing larger clothes. That was, apart from when he was seeing Duncan. At those times, Sam made the decision to keep dressing himself in those old, ever tightening pieces that were beginning to look nothing short of ridiculous on him. It was the longest foreplay of his life, enticing Duncan bit by bit as his body swelled outwards in just the way he liked. He found he could play up to it. Hiding his burps was less effective than letting them out, for Duncan smiled broadly and clapped him on the back each time he let one go. 

Once the fat had started properly jiggling in the love handles, shirtless Sam made endless excuses to head to the bathroom or walk himself back to the kitchen, allowing Duncan to observe the free movement of fat across his body. “I feel like such a fat pig today,” he groaned, draping a limp arm across his bloated stomach after that day’s pizza was finished.

“That’s because you are a fat pig!” Duncan chuckled back, slapping his big hand down on Sam’s new gut and rubbing in a firm, harsh and unsympathetic manner.

Sam smiled, pleased that he was getting this sort of response now; an erection clearly pressing against Duncan’s brilliant white underwear. He’d paid more attention to the way Duncan spoke about him when he was most aroused, repeating those names like ‘pig’ and ‘lardass’ when he talked about himself and finding that it was all bearing fruit when it came to getting Duncan turned on. Perhaps, with this continued progress, he could have Duncan’s beautiful dick down his throat in less than a few weeks’ time.

People were surprised when Sam began telling them he was seeing someone. Perhaps it was because it was so clearly obvious that he was in the worst shape of his life. His certainty that Duncan would soon give in to his clear attraction to him allowed Sam to relax a little, flashing a picture of the man to those who asked about him. The more he talked about Duncan as if he was his, the more Sam needed to make it happen, doubling up his portions to keep his waistline expanding in the way that Duncan wanted.

“THAT’S your new boyfriend?” asked an indignant colleague of Sam’s as he took in the picture Sam was showing him.

Sam smiled and nodded. He was well used to these types of reactions now. Duncan was so impossibly hot, it was easy to question how anybody could land him, let alone a now 220lb Sam.

“That guy is a narcissistic asshole!” came the unexpected response, catching Sam by surprise. “He dated my cousin for almost a year and she gained almost a hundred pounds!”

“Oh, right…” Sam mumbled awkwardly, wishing he’d kept this secret to himself.

“The guy clearly gets off on it. I remember trying to talk to him about cutting down on the treats he was feeding her. He clearly didn’t give a shit. He didn’t care about her at all; only about getting her fatter.” He then gazed appraisingly up and down Sam’s body. “Trust me. You need to get away from him!”

Like a reality check smacking Sam in the face, he was a little quieter the next time he went over to Duncan’s place. What he was doing was utterly insane in anyone’s eyes. He’d allowed himself to amass so much extra weight and hadn’t done a slight bit of exercise in months; all to impress some guy who, in all likelihood, couldn’t care less about him.

“Come on, Piggy!” Duncan prodded Sam, seeing that he was a little slow with his meal that night. “You’ve got tits to grow for me.”

“One of my work colleagues knows you…” Sam began, deciding to just say what was on his mind. “Apparently, you used to date his cousin.”

“Oh, and let me guess… his cousin found herself piling on quite a few pounds?” Duncan asked back, clearly pleased by his own reputation.

“His cousin’s name is Ellie,” Sam nodded.

“Oh, THAT little piggy!” Duncan laughed in amusement. “Now she was a great fatty!”

“She still hasn’t been able to drop the weight,” Sam went on, recounting what he had been told by his colleague. “She’s tried everything.”

Duncan laughed wickedly. “Good! I’m glad all that time I spent secretly training up her appetite didn’t go to waste.”

“I thought you might feel a little bad?” Sam asked, surprised by Duncan’s reaction. “She’s tried every diet under the sun.”

“Pigs will be pigs!” Duncan merely grinned back, obviously delighted that Ellie was still as large as ever. Then he sighed, seeing that Sam continued to be unsatisfied by his response. “I’m not a good person, Sam,” he stated frankly. “Or have you forgotten that?”

“No… I'm just…”

“I’m a bad boy,” Duncan spoke over him, getting closer on the couch. “If you wanted to shame me, I’m afraid it hasn’t worked. All your little story did was get me even more turned on,” he grinned, pulling down his underwear a little to reveal his naked erection to Sam for the first time.

Sam’s eyes bulged.

“Greedy boy!” Duncan laughed as Sam instinctively licked his lips. “I told you… pile on the blubber, then you can suck my dick as much as you want!”

It had been a masterclass on manipulation. Just the mere sight of Duncan’s boner had shattered all of Sam’s resolve to have a serious conversation about the man’s morals. He didn’t care how long he had to wait, nor the cost to his waistline in the process, Sam was going to wrap his lips around that beautiful dick one day. It was something Duncan appeared to know all too well, reaching for Sam’s hand and pulling it into his own underwear until Sam’s hand was actually gripping his throbbing shaft. Was this real? Was Sam actually holding Duncan’s dick in his own hand?

“Are you going to be a good boy and stop complaining now?” Duncan asked firmly.

Sam nodded; his jaw slack from the absolute arousal he felt in doing what he was doing.

“So are you going to eat your food now? Build the fat and make me want to fuck you properly?” the man continued, guiding Sam’s hand in a slow, steady stroke of the shaft, concealed once more under the fabric of the underwear.

“I’ll get as fat as you want,” Sam heard himself saying. “I swear!” he declared, realising that he wouldn’t change this wicked side of Duncan even if he could. It was part of him, and the reason why Sam couldn’t imagine wanting to be with anyone else.

Duncan’s hands began to linger a little longer on Sam’s body after that day. A playful tap on his softening butt would lead into a firm hand cupping his glutes as he swallowed his first shake of the day. Belly rubs became longer and more intense, the strokes along Sam’s fleshy upper arms and under his chin undeniably intimate. Duncan’s boner was now a constant feature, pressing up against Sam’s butt as he climbed up on the scale each week: 228lbs…233… 245…”

Some men might have carried such weight easier, but on Sam’s body, the fleshy fat pushed out of him, bloating him up like a shapeless slug. Duncan had turned him around and kissed him once he’d hit two-fifty. The moment had caught him by surprise; so tender and even romantic. Nine months of this crazy kink-fuelled alliance and at last he had been kissed. It was almost an old-fashioned courtship when looked at from another angle. But then that timeless image was shattered, with Duncan immediately pushing Sam’s head down and into his crotch, allowing Sam to suck him off for the first time ever. How long had the man had this goal in his head to get Sam to two-fifty? Had Sam known that this was the target, he would have ensured he got there at least a couple of months earlier. 

“There’s just no hiding those tits now, is there?” Duncan laughed, ready to take Sam out on an official first date. He’d chosen the restaurant, had his hair styled differently and bought himself a new shirt that showed off his pecs to perfection. Meanwhile, Sam was struggling to make himself look anywhere near presentable to go out. His shape was so different to so many other guys; his naturally narrower frame carrying the fat in giant moobs and widening his butt into a shape that almost seemed quite feminine. However, his gut was unmistakably masculine, arching outwards even beyond his chest. He’d packed on twenty pounds in little over two weeks of reaching two-fifty, as if his metabolism had now completely destroyed itself.

“Maybe I should start growing a beard,” Sam pondered, still trying to correct his appearance in the mirror before they left.

“Not a chance!” Duncan chuckled behind him, kissing him sweetly on his cheeks. “I want every last inch of you on show!”

Duncan’s mindset seemed to be changing. He talked about them as if they were a real couple, and discussed vacation plans far off into the future. He’d slide his hand down into Sam’s great underwear and jerk him off, or part the fat man’s butt cheeks to allow himself entry. Was Duncan actually smitten by him? Was this a real, content version Sam had never known actually existed?

At some point, once Sam was around 300lbs, it finally happened. He’d been at a celebratory meal with his work colleagues to congratulate themselves on signing up a major new client after months of preparation and effort. Sam hadn’t expected them to choose the buffet place he’d been to with Duncan on multiple occasions, but as he ate, he suddenly found himself getting hornier and hornier. Usually, by the end of the third plate, Duncan’s strong hand would be rubbing his thigh under the table, coaxing him to push further. Yet, even without Duncan there, Sam could feel his arousal spiking as his work shirt tightened around his middle.

Sam’s colleagues thought it amusing to see Sam heading back up for so much more food. Even Frank, the senior manager, who was at least fifty pounds heavier than Sam, had long since given up eating. Perhaps that was the reason he was so aroused. Duncan had always told him how fat and greedy he was getting. Now Sam could see how completely true that was, surrounded by normal folks with average appetites; so different to his own, a man who had been fattened and stuffed for over fourteen months. He had no concept of correct portion sizes left in his brain; his only usual reference for normal eating habits being Duncan, who also constantly ate in order to maintain his strapping, muscular physique.

“What have you done to me?” a lustful Sam cried out as he got home and found Duncan there, still a little sweaty from his hard workout at the gym.

“Someone had a good evening,” Duncan chuckled at the sight of Sam’s strained work shirt.

Sam didn’t even reply. He unbuckled his pants the moment the door was closed, dropping them, along with his super large underwear, down to the floor. He grabbed his already hard erection and began tugging it in the way he had wanted to do for the last two hours. The pleasure was immediate, his eyes rolling up into his head.

Laughing, Duncan headed over. “What’s gotten into you, Piggy?” he asked curiously.

Sam moaned as they kissed, pulling Duncan’s hand onto his large belly and contracting the man’s fingers so that it pinched the copious amount of blubber. There had been some shift in him that he could not describe. He went upstairs to prepare himself, knowing that he needed nothing more than Duncan’s hardness inside of him in order to quench this sudden thirst.

“Little pig, little pig! Let me in…” Duncan teased, banging on the bathroom door when he could hear that Sam was almost ready to emerge.

There was a buzz in seeing Duncan’s face as Sam stepped out wearing the little pig nose he had picked up from the joke store on the way home. He watched Duncan move a step back and take in the words Sam had written across his large belly in quick-drying face paints: ‘Make me a Superchub!’

Without a single word exchanged, Duncan kissed and made love to him with a horny urgency that resulted in one of the best orgasms of Sam’s life. His surrendering and encouragement of Duncan’s wicked intentions felt like the greatest of all turn-ons. So what if he was struggling to see his own dick anymore? Duncan’s erotic fascination with his body would ensure he was never short of receiving wave after wave of pleasure.

Even as Sam continued to grow, Duncan’s unflinching dedication to his own body was admirable. The man had participated in, and won, two body building competitions; his achievements fuelled in part by his deep sexual arousal by the ever increasing contrast between him and his lover. Duncan could spend hours rubbing, patting, jiggling and tapping at Sam’s plush body, amazed at the complete lack of muscle tone and the delightful softness. He’d made it clear that he had wanted Sam’s neck entirely eliminated, so captivated was he by the expansive ring of fat that was framing his boyfriend’s face. Everything was a turn on for him: the little involuntary grunts Sam made as he shifted his weight, the unflattering fit of even well-sized clothes, as well as the disgusted reactions of those who had not seen him in some time.

Duncan would pose for him after each gym session, perfecting the professional stances that displayed his insane muscle best. In return, Sam would recline his chair and allow the stud to push handful after handful of delicious cake into his greedy mouth; lubricated down his throat by a pot of pure cream.

The weight in Sam’s chest felt unreal as the fat began to form giant sacks that nudged their way under his arms, lifting them outwards. It was the greatest benefit of having a bisexual boyfriend, as Duncan worked them to perfection, claiming them to be the ‘best tits’ he had ever played with. Once over 400lbs, Duncan’s attention shifted to the large padding of fat that filled Sam’s groin, almost swallowing up his dick entirely. The skin was so sensitive to Duncan’s touch, Sam had little comprehension of just how many calories he willingly consumed as his man fondled him there, getting a better grip on his hardness than Sam could ever hope to achieve on his own now.

Perhaps, given such erotic fixations, people may have expected their relationship to fizzle out. However, as Sam’s butt widened and his gut began pressing outwards and even sagging slightly, it was clear that Duncan had no intention of going anywhere. It was the lifestyle he longed for most; working hard in the day, working out in the evenings and then coming home to his grotesquely overindulged lover; stuffing him with food in a way that made both of them climax with ease. It was obvious how surprised others were when Duncan proposed, but not to Sam. He knew his man better than anyone else on the planet: his dreams and desires, his goals and ambitions.

“What do you say, Little Pig?” Duncan grinned, holding out a ring as he got down on one knee in the middle of the restaurant as a startled gathering of folks watched on from other tables, just as Sam knew Duncan would want.

Stuffed to the gills, Sam nodded, hearing the vague, half-hearted and unsure applause from the strangers that surrounded them. The kiss was deep and passionate as Duncan enjoyed every last moment to show Sam off in public like this. The man had handed his cell phone to the waiter, asking him to take a photo of them together as he stooped over Sam’s chair: Duncan’s large, strong arm draped over Sam’s shoulders, his other hand resting affectionately on the shelf of the enormous belly he had grown on him. This was it for Duncan; his ultimate fantasy coming true. There had been a reason why Duncan had stuffed him so much before popping the question. He’d wanted Sam as bloated and round as possible before this picture was taken of them together. The picture that would soon be shown off to all of Duncan’s friends, colleagues and gym buddies as he proudly displayed the gigantic, lardy blob he intended to marry.

But, as Sam smiled, feeling that gentle, affectionate rub of Duncan’s kinky hand on his fat stomach, he knew that marriage to such a man was only going to do one thing to his waistline. Perhaps that would have worried him some time ago. But, even now, he could feel his erection building with just the first images of what he would soon look like flooding his brain. He turned his head back to Duncan, gazing at those perfect lips he wanted so desperately again.

“Are you ready for this?” Duncan grinned, preparing to kiss him once more for the next picture to be taken by the waiter.

Tall and scrawny looking, Jordan had been more than a little surprised when Ethan had told him about coming out in college. Like most folks, he’d never suspected for a moment that the strapping Prom King, and former captain of the football team, had been gay. However, he’d soon relaxed into it once he realised that Ethan was flirting with him. Now, the morning afterwards, he lay in bed beside him as the sun began to stream through the thin curtains; their empty clothes strewn like a mosaic across the floor.

“Morning, sleepy head,” chuckled Ethan as Jordan finally began to stir. “Your phone’s been buzzing quite a bit whilst you’ve been asleep.”

Jordan smiled at him, reaching out a hand to stroke Ethan’s strong, muscular chest and kiss him once more. It seemed like things were getting rather heated yet again, until the buzz of Jordan’s phone disturbed the flow once too often.

“Are you going to get that?” laughed Ethan.

“It’s just some daddy I’ve been flirting with for a few weeks,” Jordan explained, climbing out of bed to fish his cell phone from the pocket of his discarded pants. He stood there, enticingly naked, as he opened it up, reading through some of the messages he’d received that morning, chuckling at a few of them; his already erect penis bouncing at a few of the things he was reading.

Once again, Ethan felt like he was so far behind Jordan. He’d never ventured onto gay dating apps and, despite sleeping with a few girls back in high school, had only ever had sex with a couple of guys he had met at campus parties. Yet Jordan was well versed on everything. The blow job he had delivered last night had been the best Ethan had ever received, and the stories of his exploits with guys had been the subject of much of their discussions at the party.

“Is he cute?” Ethan asked, choosing not to take offence that Jordan was clearly getting aroused by someone else whilst they were alone together. Casual sex and flirting was just the way Jordan liked things.

Jordan considered the question. “Not especially,” he replied, climbing back into bed. “But he has a way with words that really gets me going.”

“Oh, yeah?” Ethan asked, kissing his slender chest sweetly and trying to resume their morning flirtation. 

“The guy’s a dom,” Jordan nodded. “He’s quite exciting to chat to. He wants to put me on a special diet and everything.”

Ethan couldn’t understand why any dominant guy would request that the skinny Jordan try to lose weight. If anything, the guy could do with gaining a few pounds at the very least. “So, would that make you the submissive?” he simply replied, seductively running his hand around to Jordan’s tight little butt in the hope that he might let him fuck it that morning.

“Oh, absolutely!” Jordan grinned back, realising the direction things were about to go with Ethan, and gently resting his cell phone on the bedside table instead. “Take me, Big Boy!”

It was somewhat frustrating to Ethan throughout his second year of college that, despite dating several cute guys, he hadn’t connected with any of them on the same sexual level that he had with Jordan in a single encounter. Jordan was so relaxed, experienced and seemingly up for anything. It wasn’t just that the guy was submissive, Ethan felt a kind of reverence from him, borne from years of admiring the football jocks that Jordan probably never believed he would get the opportunity to fool around with. The way Jordan pressed his butt into him, like he was begging to be fucked as hard as possible! As the next summer approached, Ethan began to hope more and more that there could be an opportunity to bump into the guy once again.

“I see you’re back in town,” came a familiar voice behind Ethan’s back as he queued for drinks at a local bar.

Ethan grinned widely before he’d even turned around. But as he took in Jordan’s face, he realised that the guy was somewhat changed. Gone were the boyish looks of last summer, overwhelmed by a significant amount of weight gain that had chubbed up the boy’s cheeks and built underneath his chin. As Ethan glanced downwards, he could see a small, protrusive stomach pressing out of Jordan’s once slender torso, emphasised greatly by a t-shirt that was obviously too tight for him.

“Hello again!” Ethan smiled, deciding to ignore the easily forty pounds Jordan had gained since last year. “I was hoping I might bump into you…”

Grabbing a seat together, the pair soon fell back into their flirtatious rhythm, despite the obvious puncturing into their time that Jordan’s cell phone continued to make.

“Who’s messaging you now?” Ethan laughed at the popularity of his companion that evening.

Jordan rolled his eyes. “Just a couple of my favorite daddies trying to make sure I’m sticking to my diet this evening,” Jordan replied, rapidly messaging them back. It hadn’t been the first time Jordan had tried to shoehorn his weight gain into the conversation, making it seem like he almost wanted Ethan to bring it up and ask him how he had managed to pack on so much blubber in the last year.

“You don’t need to go on a diet,” Ethan simply replied as politely as possible. 

“Yeah?” Jordan smiled back, seeming to get a buzz from that. “You like me with a little belly, huh?” he asked, rubbing his hand against the slight protrusion.

“It’s cute,” Ethan smiled, still hopeful that he would get an invite back to Jordan’s new room at the house share he’d told Ethan he’d had moved into that year. He wasn’t lying. Jordan did seem cuter with his chubby cheeks and softer arms; that wider butt of his just waiting to be taken.

Things progressed at a faster pace after that. Jordan seemed keener to get him home. As Jordan undressed for him back in his bedroom, it was plain to see just how much extra weight the guy was carrying. Not only had fresh fat built into his stomach, his chest too had begun to carry a noticeable amount of softening weight. The boy’s thighs had thicked, his pert, little butt now significantly juicier. As Ethan kissed him, he realised that his hands were sitting atop quite well-developed love handles. Perhaps that would have been somewhat of a turn off for other guys had it not been so obvious how confident Jordan was in his own skin; how keen he was to pose for him and enjoy the attention of the handsome jock’s eyes upon his quite contrasting body.

“This is a bit of a change from last year…” Ethan teased, having realised that Jordan appeared to get a kick out of his softer appearance; perhaps feeling that it made him more submissive and malleable to the other person’s whims. Ethan strapped his hands onto those larger butt cheeks, pulling them gently apart to silently indicate to Jordan what he was after that night.

“You wanna fuck my fat ass?” Jordan asked; his arousal clearly getting the better of him.

Ethan nodded.

“Say it!” Jordan implored, as if searching for the next hit that would ignite his passions further.

“I wanna fuck your fat ass,” Ethan growled obligingly. He wasn’t lying. Throughout all this: the undressing, the kissing and comments, his dick had only been getting harder and harder. By the time he finally inserted himself into Jordan’s wider rear, the submissive guy had shed any resistance whatsoever, allowing Ethan’s thick erection an easy entrance and not even wincing as Ethan hit him hard and fast; the fresh fat of the chubbier physique swaying amusingly within the glutes and lower back fat. 

This time, Ethan couldn’t deny the obvious sexual connection he felt with Jordan, asking for his number before he left the next morning so that they could keep in contact. Over the following months, the pair exchanged sporadic kinky exchanges and body pictures that kept them both entertained. However, in all of this, one thing was immediately clear with each additional picture that Ethan was sent: Jordan was continuing to put on even more weight.

“You wanna fuck this fat ass?” Jordan messaged, alongside a well composed shot of his wide butt in a full spread.

Ethan had been out with some of his football friends at the time, concealing his cell phone in his lap so that no one else could see. “You bet I do!” he quickly messaged back. A few minutes later, he retreated to the restrooms, pulling out his hard dick and taking a picture of it to show Jordan just how keen he was. There was nothing better than catching Jordan in these sorts of kinky, submissive moods.

“I split my workpants today,” Jordan replied, alongside a candid shot of him bending over in black dress pants without any underwear. “I’ve obviously been eating far too much to contain this butt any longer. All I could think about was you… taking advantage and sticking your thick dick into me, right then and there!”

By now, Ethan had had to make his excuses with his friends and race back to the campus. “I would fuck you so hard in those split pants!” Ethan messaged back, keen to video call the moment he made it back to his room. “Your butt looks juicier than ever!”

“Oh, it’s so much more than juicy!,” Jordan shot back, right before he initiated the video call.

Ethan stripped off and lay himself down on the bed, ready to come with the kinky Jordan. But as the chubby boy came on the screen, Ethan was surprised to see that he was actually just sitting up in bed, eating pizza.

“I thought some take-out might help cushion the blow when you come back and fuck me in a few weeks,” Jordan explained, greedily taking a large bite and chewing lazily, as if he had already eaten a large quantity already. “”Would you like that?”

Ethan reached for his dick and tugged, imagining its effortless path into Jordan’s chubby butt the next time they were together. “You bet I would!” he shot back, hearing his voice getting huskier and more aroused.

“You think I should finish all this pizza then?” Jordan asked, clearly wanting only one answer.

“Yeah, baby!” Ethan shot back, surprised by how aroused the thought was actually making him. “Get that butt nice and plush and ready for me!”

Ethan continued to stroke himself even as he watched Jordan press slice after slice of pizza into his mouth. The little moans the boy made as he stretched out his stomach were so similar to those he made when getting fucked; Ethan could barely contain his appreciation.

“Good boy!” Ethan laughed, watching as Jordan swallowed the last bit of pizza and then moved the camera back further so that Ethan could see him jacking himself off. The boy's stomach was so bloated and round; his double chin more pronounced as he sat, slightly hunched into his bedhead; new tits folding and flopping onto the tight, bloated midsection. Now there was a fluttering of fat, even in Jordan’s upper arms as he assertively stroked his dick and watched Ethan do the same. The fountain that erupted over Jordan’s rounded stomach soon made Ethan climax too: the best orgasm Ethan had had in months. Afterwards, both were keen to set the date to see each other for real once more: December 21st, the very first night that Ethan would be back in town.

This time, Ethan went straight over to Jordan’s place, embracing the chub and undressing him as they kissed. The video calls hadn’t quite prepared him for how soft and plush Jordan’s torso would actually feel; so different to all the other guys he’d been with, yet somehow even more exciting. 

A large rippling of fat spread across Jordan’s thighs and back fat as Ethan eagerly slapped the large butt he had waited so long for. “It looks nice and ready for me!” he teased excitedly.

“I’ve been eating seven thousand calories a day to ensure it’s in the best shape possible for today,” Jordan smiled back, showing that he was enjoying every last minute of this attention on his weight gain.

Ethan couldn’t even describe what he felt so uncompromisingly arousing about that idea. Deliberate overeating to make sure Jordan was a better fuck for him? The fat was spreading everywhere, even shortening Jordan’s dick as a puffy groin pouch began to bulge over the top of it. Perhaps it was the idea that nothing else mattered to Jordan except the pleasure of those who fucked him.

“This is what one of my daddies makes me wear when he fucks me,” Jordan explained, pulling out a little pig nose from his drawer and slipping it on. The effect was immediate, blending in perfectly with the rounded belly, lardy chest and double chin; the hundred additional pounds Jordan had gained since he had first slept with him now making a lot more sense. “Shall I wear it whilst you fuck me too?”

Glancing down at Jordan’s crotch, Ethan could see how aroused this was making him. He reached for Jordan’s dick and held it in his large hand. Had he ever held a dick as firm and fiercely pumped as this one was right now? There was only one answer, and in insisting that Jordan kept his little pig nose on, Ethan was surprised how much more erotic the situation became for him too. As he sank his dick into Jordan, he felt more in control of the situation than he had ever been before, watching fat ripple back and forth as he pounded, knowing that even this sensation was getting the guy off. He growled as he came, feeling a more intense orgasm than he had ever experienced.

“One of my daddies wants me to gain a further twenty pounds over the holidays,” Jordan explained a while later after they had both climaxed.

Ethan chuckled, suddenly realising this is what Jordan had always meant when he talked about the other guys he dated putting him on a strict diet. It hadn’t ever been about losing weight. There was so much extra softness on Jordan’s body already, changing him not just in appearance, but also in temperament. Each time his fat jiggled he seemed to sigh with ecstacy and become ever more submissive. He spread his legs wider. He let Ethan fuck him a little deeper. Didn’t the guy realise that his own dick was getting more and more shrunken with each pound of lard he gained? The thought of what even more weight would do to him was already turning Ethan on. He sat up, turning to look down at Jordan, face to face. “Oh, yeah?” he asked with a smirk. “Well, I want an extra thirty pounds on you by the end of the holidays,” he teased.

Jordan’s eyes widened and danced with lust. The guy’s kinky little dick had instantly reinflated. As Ethan held out a finger and brushed it under Jordan’s softening chest, he made the nipple bounce and flutter, highlighting just how out of shape he was getting. Ethan could hardly get over how simple this all was: a few easy words and the lightest of touches, yet Jordan’s kinks were being played to perfectly, making him hornier than Ethan had ever seen him before. The sense of control over him was intoxicating.

“Get fatter for me!” he teased, watching the electric arousal dance behind Jordan’s round eyes. “I want to see that fat ass bursting out of those pants by the time I next fuck you…”

Ethan had been out with some of his old high school buddies when he had seen Jordan next. Sitting at a table with a much older man, Jordan looked to be greedily taking down a rather large dish as his companion watched. His choice of t-shirt was interesting; fitted and uncomfortable-looking even from Ethan’s poor vantage point by the bar. He tried to concentrate on his conversations with his old buddies, whom he had not seen since the summer, but it quickly became apparent that multitasking was not Ethan’s forte.

“I’m just going to use the restroom and I’ll catch you guys up,” Ethan called as his friends left for the next bar. At the time, it was just a simple delay tactic to give him just another couple of minutes to watch what was happening. It wasn’t jealousy that he felt, although that may have been in there somewhere. But as he watched Jordan eating, he couldn’t help but imagine how hard and throbbing that kinky little dick of his would have been. The image of it hit his brain like a lightening bolt and now it was all he could think about. He adored simply holding Jordan's erection whenever the guy talked about overeating or his expanding waistline. There was no dick in the entire world that got harder, nor more explosive when catered for just right. 

Fuck, now Ethan felt aroused. He tried to imagine how pissed he would be if some guy came up to flirt with Jordan whilst they were out together and knew that he would not like it one bit. Still, he was at least twenty years younger than Jordan’s date that night and considerably more attractive. His shirt was new, fitting snugly against his large, muscular chest and garnering many admiring looks from women at the bar. 

It was the beers that did it in the end, as Ethan realised that he simply couldn’t walk away. Some sort of alpha male persona had swept over him and he marched, full of intention, over to the table, sneaking up behind Jordan and resting his large hand on the top of the guy’s swollen belly shelf.

“Having fun, Fatty?” he whispered teasingly into Jordan’s ear.

Jordan, caught by surprise, smiled up at him, his stomach now being rubbed sweetly by the athletic hunk who had just arrived out of nowhere.

“You care to introduce us?” Jordan’s date asked, failing to conceal the irritation in his voice at the handsome guy who had just appeared out of nowhere.

Puffing his chest up, Ethan smiled, bringing his hand down into a dap handshake that he knew the older guy would be less familiar and comfortable with. “I’m Ethan,” he stated confidently, enjoying how much taller he was than Jordan’s date as the guy meekly rose to his feet. “I’m this pig’s feeder.”

Ethan felt his dick throb as he said it, knowing that such a statement was bound to be getting Jordan even more aroused.

“You mean, you’re one of his feeders?” the guy shot back with clear irritation. “There are actually quite a few of us who have been working on Jordan for some time now.”

“Oh, I know,” Ethan nodded, returning to stand behind Jordan’s chair, rubbing the tops of the guy’s increasingly puffy arms to stake his claim. “And I’m very grateful for all your efforts. I’ve been enjoying it immensely.”

With a face of annoyance, the date sat himself down again. “He’s always in very capable hands whenever I’m around.”

Raising Jordan’s double chin with his finger, Ethan made the little chub stare up at him. “Call me later, Piggy?” he asked teasingly. He could tell from the sparkle in Jordan’s eyes that the new nickname was going to work well for him. “I want to know how well you’ve been stuffed.”

“I will,” the smitten boy whispered back, making Ethan smirk as he looked across at the date one more time, then strutted away, satisfied.

That Spring, Ethan had been busy preparing for weeks, ready for Jordan’s arrival that weekend. Under his bed was a wealth of fattening supplies that he knew would send the horny boy crazy with lust once he saw them all. He’d masturbated in bed each night, imagining holding Jordan’s concrete erection as he ate and made himself fatter, softer and ever more submissive. They’d been messaging constantly, to the point where Ethan couldn’t take an interest in any other guy who flirted with him around the campus. His on-again, off-again romance with a cute Sports Psychology major was dead in the water and Ethan found his mind consumed only with the thoughts of feeding and then pounding Jordan’s ever expanding rear.

Ethan remembered his breath catching in his chest as he saw Jordan stepping off the coach; the boy’s cheeks so puffy and swollen, his double chin starting to form a constant framing ring under his face. His tits looked so full and delicious, the lard in his tummy bouncing softly as he stepped off, onto the sidewalk and straight into Ethan’s arms.

“Great choice to wear the elasticated waistband,” Ethan teased, sticking his finger behind it and letting it snap back into Jordan’s doughy body. The sexual energy between them both was insatiable. Jordan’s pleasure in his own body was evident in every step he took. He wanted to be taken back to Ethan’s room, stripped of his clothes, jiggled and fetishised, manhandled and pounded. They peeled off his clothes as soon as they returned, bouncing the ass that had widened by at least a couple more inches; the contrast between their bodies becoming ever more extreme. It was the middle of the day and the walls of the dorms were paper-thin. There was no way several folks hadn’t heard when the climax finally arrived.

“Did you notice how well my tits have grown since I last saw you?” Jordan asked as he rested his head against Ethan’s strong chest in bed afterwards.

“I certainly did!” Ethan laughed back. “They were bouncing around like crazy the whole time I had you braced against the wall.”

“I’m almost up to 300lbs now,” Jordan said, stroking the hairless, muscular mass that was Ethan’s chest.

“Oh, trust me, Fat Boy, I can tell!” Ethan teased him back, pinching at a small section of the generous blubber that was now encircling Jordan’s waist.

It caught even Ethan by surprise how excited he was to show off his college to Jordan. Hand in hand, he took him around the library and the sports facilities, introducing him to several of his friends along the way. There was something so exciting about showing off his fat boyfriend to absolutely everyone. 

“I wasn't expecting to do quite so much walking this weekend!” Jordan sighed as they finally made it back.

“Yeah, sorry about that…” Ethan smiled, lifting Jordan’s shirt off now that they were alone at last. “I might have gotten a little carried away,” he chuckled, massaging the softer areas of Jordan’s belly fat.

“That’s okay,” Jordan smiled, enjoying the way his stomach was being handled. “But how about we make a start on all those supplies you bought in for me? I’ll need to replace those calories somewhoe…” he smirked.

Ethan nodded eagerly, setting to work by opening a large bag of potato chips as well as a tray of sugary donuts. Look at those chubby little hands, he marvelled, watching Jordan gorge. He adored how aroused Jordan sounded as he chewed and swallowed it all down, rubbing at his drooping nipples and getting pleasure from Ethan’s tongue rolling over them. The pair were having the time of their lives when Ethan’s cell phone buzzed and he reached out to get it.

“Yeah, that sounds great!” Ethan smiled down the phone whilst simultaneously pushing another donut into his lover’s greedy mouth. “Sure!” he nodded, stroking Jordan’s erection as the boy chewed. “Yeah, we’ll catch you at eight.”

Jordan frowned. “At eight?” he asked, clearly a little annoyed.

“Yeah, great news!” Ethan smiled. “We’ve just been invited to a house party this evening.”

Jordan huffed, swallowing down the last of the donut in his mouth before he continued. “Ethan, I haven’t come all this way to meet your friends. I’m not your boyfriend!”

Ethan felt his face flush with a little embarrassment. He wasn’t? “But.. well, I know, but…” he tried.

“I think you and I might have very different ideas about where this is heading,” Jordan continued, beginning to put his underwear and pants back on.

“Well, we message all the time,” Ethan rambled on, suddenly feeling rather foolish. “You know pretty much everything about me.”

“I like my life the way it is,” Jordan shot back, his tight shirt now back over his head. “I’m not going to settle down and just be some guy’s boring chub boyfriend. I need more than that in my life.”

Ethan could suddenly feel everything crashing all around him as he tried to explain the way he was feeling. He was in disbelief as he found himself walking down to the bus station again, an awful pain in his chest as he waved Jordan off, all before the sun had even set. Just how had he got this so completely wrong?

As the years progressed, Jordan’s body transformed with them. True to his word, he continued to grow heavier and softer. Ethan watched on, snooping on his socials every now and then, marvelling at the size the man had achieved: that enormous, arching belly and giant, sagging chest. At 450lbs, little Jordan had one of the biggest double chins Ethan had ever seen. Videos showed how much the fat in his butt and back jiggled and rocked as he walked, hand in hand with some older chub-lover, smirking with delight at the size they would have helped Jordan achieve. All Ethan could do was watch on with envy. Oh, the things he could have done to help Jordan grow, if only he hadn’t come on too strong all those years ago! But, even so, the arrangement could never have worked for him. Ethan knew that he was a man who couldn’t share.

“You guys, I’d like you to meet my new boyfriend,” Ethan announced one evening, walking in with the toned and athletic lover he had met at the gym. “This is Steve.”

With a sigh, Ethan’s friends played nice and bustled around the new man, only just managing to disguise their secret concerns for the handsome new lover at Ethan’s side. They asked him questions about himself and pretended to find it sweet that Ethan was so affectionate with him. But, inside, they all knew what was about to happen.

“You’re not going to do it to him as well, are you?” asked his friend, James. “He’s not going to be… you know… like the others?”

Ethan smirked and raised his eyebrow cheekily.

“Oh, come on!” James protested. “Steve seems so nice. And he’s done nothing but talk about all the sports he plays. Even if you wanted to… I don’t think it would work with this guy.”

Again, Ethan only smiled. He’d seen Steve’s appetite on their first date. Even though the guy had no idea, there was clearly a secret chub inside of him, waiting to be unleashed. The poor, naive man had been in awe of Ethan’s tight glutes and muscular build. He’d been easy to tempt into a few extra portions of tasty treats. Already, a quiet build up of fat was beginning to encircle his waist; just as it had done on all the others Ethan had dated since Jordan. There was no other thrill in the entire world that matched it. 

“You’re wicked!” James sighed, shaking his head at his hopeless friend. “We should head straight over to Steve and tell him exactly what happens to every guy you date.”

Ethan shrugged. He knew what he was and he wasn’t ashamed of it. “And yet,” he smirked, “you never do. Maybe you enjoy watching them get chubby just as much as I do,” he chuckled.

James simply rolled his eyes and changed his tone as Steve came over to join them, doing exactly as he always did, keeping Ethan’s kinky secret.