Just The Gainer Fiction That Get Me Going

Jonas dropped his pants and pulled off his shirt, snapping pictures of his slender body, wanting to document the transformation every step of the way. He already knew where all the best take out places were around here, and he’d studied for months about ways to make the most fattening shakes on a budget. He unzipped his suitcase, pulling out the cheap clothes he hoped his body would soon destroy and paused for a moment of reverence as he reached the most precious items of all. He’d bought them only a few days earlier and immediately packed them away so that no one at home would find them. His erection was already pulsing as he handled the material and unfolded the first of two pairs: enormous 5XL underwear fresh from the pack. One day, Jonas asserted in his mind, these would fit perfectly on him. As he slipped his long legs inside and pulled them up to near his waist, it was clear how much work had to be done: a light six pack to be destroyed, ribs needed to be buried, a slender butt to be inflated. But he’d do it. No matter what. 

Jonas was excited to find a large, obese guy had moved in across the hall and a very rotund girl down the hallway. He’d deployed every ounce of his charm in getting to know them both, only wanting to surround himself with those who clearly followed the lifestyle he wanted for himself. Free from prying eyes, he could at last make online profiles on all those fat-loving websites and apps he’d found but never dared to enter. A job in a local fast food place would fill his time, as well as provide the funds for his new lard. Jonas was also avoiding the advances of all those who appeared to show an interest in dating him. He’d never find someone on campus to support his body goals, so why get distracted just for sex? Still, the idea of having a real feeder turned him on, and the longing for that only intensified as he dove further into those feederism sites. He could learn so much from dating those enormous men or women who got off on their own blubber just as much as he did. If only the ones who actually showed an interest in him lived at least five hundred miles closer.

By following every tip a half decent search engine threw at him, Jonas at last felt his appetite beginning to enhance. All those snacks around his room, the giant plates he ate off, the stretching of his stomach with shakes; they were all paying off. Overeating wasn’t as hard as it once was. If only his ridiculous metabolism would ease up and let him keep more of these calories as fat. Despite the loss of his six pack, Jonas didn’t feel the fat building on him like he had expected. Sure, he could change the lighting and pose for progress pictures in certain ways to make it look like he had gained more than the meagre 9lbs on the scale. But was that what he wanted? Folks who were following his gains online seemed to buy it. However, Jonas knew the moment he put a shirt on, he looked no different at all. How was that even possible after months of extreme quantities of food? He could see examples of the Freshman Fifteen all around him, yet Jonas could only pinch a small amount of his own gains around his waist.

Those early days were also punctuated with failed romances. Around March, Jonas felt like he had connected with a girl on his course. She’d clearly gained some weight since the start of the year and was even boasting about how much she could eat. However, after just one date, it became clear that this girl actually hated her own body. She’d been so conscious of her stomach in particular that Jonas, feigning being a gentleman, left her only with a goodnight kiss. What a waste of time that had been! Then, a cute obese guy had also caught Jonas’ eye at the burger joint he worked at. They’d flirted a little, until Jonass had found his profile online and discovered that he actually had a boyfriend already.

And so, Jonas studied his figure as the end of the year approached, realising that not much had changed. His hips may have been a little wider, his butt less pert. His stomach was undoubtedly trying to push outwards, despite failing to form any sort of visible paunch shape, even in the tightest of t-shirts. Overall, though, this was all so much harder than he had expected. Overcoming his genes to become something other than the usual skinny, lanky man of his useless family was going to take a lot more time and effort. However, his greatest error was undoubtedly what he did next: a mistake he could have easily avoided by sticking to his plans to stay in the city and not return home to his family. That summer his family seemed just as fucked up as ever. Jonas found himself getting stressed as the endless stream of dramas and poor choices unravelled all around him. The final week had ended in a blazing row where Jonas had told them outright that he had no plans to ever come back again. He left with his sanity intact, but several precious pounds had evaporated in a puff of smoke. All that effort, lost in a matter of weeks!

At the start of his second year, Jonas settled back into his old routine. He made new friends, always trying to collect more oversized folk into his social circle, despite the minimal impact it had had last year. He’d amassed something of a following within the online feedism communities, with older men being especially keen to help fund his gaining. Jonas dropped every last cent on food and weight gain shakes. He’d been told countless times that regains came a lot easier, and that appeared to be absolutely true. The pounds he had lost were back in place before Halloween, and Jonas found himself venturing into new, exciting territory by the holidays. He’d been invited to his friend Steve’s house during the break. Surrounded by significantly larger people, his efforts to push his appetite to new extremes went unnoticed. He groaned, rubbing his bloated stomach in the spare bedroom and hoping more than anything that it would all stick.

It was around February when Jonas first noticed a newly posted picture of himself on one of his social media accounts. Usually, when he was around all his larger friends, Jonas couldn’t help looking just as skinny and scrawny as ever. However, in one shot, taken by a friend as he was turned on his side, there was a new, compelling thickness to his waist. Was he bloated on beer? No, the photo was taken right at the start of the evening. Was this what he looked like now? Had the dadbod finally arrived? He raced to the mirror and started tugging himself off. There it was, that definite little paunch he had craved for so long. At last, a full eighteen months after starting this, things were finally starting to happen for him.

Jonas could understand why people thought he was bulking and getting stronger. He’d lost count of how many folks had asked him if he had been working out. It was ironic, really. He’d put so much of his focus into staying sedentary and trying to pick up new hobbies, like board games, where he was permitted to sit and snack all evening long. Whenever such a comment was made, Jonas made an effort to correct them. He’d lift up his shirt to squeeze the new blubbery roll that was forming over his waistband. “Nah, I’ve just been overeating,” he’d say casually, making an effort to ensure that they saw him eating and not giving a shit about his increasing weight. He wanted to be one of those obese guys who wore sweat shorts all year round and he dressed himself in hooded sweatshirts that, whilst loose, gave him that carefree look he was after.

With his chest softening and expanding by the end of the summer, Jonas’ gainer profile was blowing up. It was the love handles folks commented on most; the way they pressed against the waistband of his underwear and jiggled slightly in the short videos he shared. For Jonas, it was his butt that he loved most. His glutes had swollen so much compared to what they had been at the start of the year and, although it wasn’t always obvious from the pictures he took, the soft, underexercise squishiness of them was exactly what he had imagined when he’d first started fantasising about becoming obese. Being so tall, he knew it would take time to get the flabbier look he craved. There was simply so much more of his body to coat in lard than other guys. Despite starting at 150lbs, the sixty pounds he had added created a look that was entirely different to what he had been before. Perhaps it was because, without a shirt on, it was so clear that none of that added mass was muscle. Every part of him was shaping up and making it easier to imagine how his body would change with the next 60lbs… the next hundred and two hundred pounds.

With his jawline melting away, Jonas made sure to shave each and every day. He loved the feeling of having a double chin and it was this that fascinated him most whenever he saw pictures of himself. Now when he was in pictures with all his friends, he no longer looked gaunt in comparison. He was pleased with the choices he had made. The heavier friends he had made had now undoubtedly helped him to pick up better habits, and he’d found they were much more likely to call him out on it when they saw him putting on more weight. His stomach was playfully jabbed and jokes were made about his appetite in the same way all of the other fat guys made fun of each other. It was as if they all knew that, despite still being so much smaller, Jonas was every bit the fatty that they were.

At the start of Jonas’ third year, relationship weight gain seemed to plague almost all of the folks he was hanging around with. Love was in the air, it seemed. Jonas could see his buddy, Paul, staring to rub off on his new girlfriend, with the girl’s butt widening each time Jonas saw her. Likewise, Maddy’s love of beer had promoted an oddly firm and stout stomach on her new boyfriend, a year younger than her. It was all so silently erotic to him. Perhaps, Jonas thought, it was time for him to start seriously looking for someone to share all this with. However, the same problem remained: there just didn’t seem to be anyone nearby who fitted the criteria. They were all either too old, too flaky, married or too shy about exploring such kinks. Jonas thought one afternoon, whilst searching through profiles that he had at last found someone with potential: a beautiful headless torso he may have been, but he was a first year within the college with just the right level of kinkiness on show, according to his status updates at least. Jonas immediately followed and began messaging. The guy wasn’t online often, but when he was, it was always gold. When they talked about what they wanted to do to each other, the arousal it gave Jonas was so much greater because he knew there was at least a small chance that they could actually follow through with it. This all didn't have to be just a fantasy.

Jonas became obsessed with messaging the guy, teasing out a little more of his kinks each time. His friends began rolling their eyes as Jonas' attention dipped to his cell phone. They could tell that he was flirting with someone, although they would perhaps never imagine the horny contents of the back and forth messages. In time, Jonas learned that the guy’s name was Scott, a marine biology student on a campus a few blocks away. He’d dated a couple of guys but had never had the confidence to ask someone out who was significantly heavier than him. He talked endlessly about the chubbiness of Jonas’ butt and the great admiration he had for the guy’s love handles and wobbly tits. 

Jonas knew he was giving too much information about himself away. He’d never even seen a headshot of this guy, yet Scott knew almost everything there was to know about him. Then that day finally arrived when Scott at last seemed ready to share. Jonas gasped with delight as he saw the photo of the guy’s beautiful face: pretty, with kind eyes and a wholesome ‘boy-next-door’ look about him. They arranged a date for the following day. So excited, Jonas couldn’t even sleep. Then it all came crashing down when Scott cancelled only an hour before. The excuse was weak and, had Jonas not been so smitten, he might have told Scott where to go. As it was, he readily forgave him and allowed Scott to build his hopes up a further two times without any meeting.

This wasn’t going to happen, Jonas realised, consoling himself with food just like his larger friends did. He was grumpy for a few days, annoyed at himself for getting his hopes up so much when everyone online had tried to tell him how unreliable chasers were when it came to actually meeting in real life.

“What can I get you?” Jonas asked gruffly one busy Saturday at the burger place he worked at. Still preparing a fresh tray for the next customer, he hadn’t even looked up. Then, all of a sudden, a shy, sheepish, but unbelievably pretty Scott was simply standing in front of him: real and three dimensional.

“Hi,” Scott mumbled, knowing from the lack of messages that Jonas was pissed at him. He’d known for weeks where Jonas worked. “I wanted to apologise.”

Jonas looked at the long queue behind Scott, sighing that this guy couldn’t have chosen a worse time if he had tried. Still, here he was. He was real; his perfect face and toned body were not computer generated after all. He felt his resolve crumbling, smashing his fingers into the screen in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he called to all the folks behind Scott in the queue. “Could you move across to the till over there? I’m having trouble with my screen.”

Grumbling, the queue shifted across, leaving Scott and Jonas with relative privacy. Jonas inhaled, wondering where to begin. The butterflies in his stomach were crazier than he had ever known them.

“You look great,” Scott jumped in. “You’re right, your work uniform really does cling to your love handles.”

Instantaneously, Jonas felt his dick jump. He’d heard thousands of comments on his chubby body online, but never in real life. He hadn’t heard Scott’s voice before today. His tone was gentle, yet deep. Jonas couldn’t help wanting to hear him say more and more things; endless arousing commentary on his fattening body and how much Scott admired it. “Well, I’ve been trying to eat a little more recently, hoping that one of our dates will work out and I’ll have someone to admire it all,” he replied flirtatiously, dropping any pretense of still being cross with him.

“Well, it’s definitely working,” Scott grinned back in a way that suggested he was just as turned on as Jonas. “What time do you finish?”

Despite the monumental step forward Scott had taken in coming here today, Jonas knew that the guy was like a little frightened bird. He’d have to move quickly if he wanted to capture him before Scott flew off again. “In five minutes,” he lied, knowing the exact lie he would tell to his hapless manager in order to leave earlier.

Scott was waiting on a bench outside when Jonas finally made it out. Even with the tight fit of Jonas’ t-shirt, they didn’t dive straight into kinky talk. Instead, they strolled along by the river discussing everything in between: the city, the college, their courses and friends. In the end, it was Jonas who suggested grabbing some food. He led Scott to the buffet place he’d been to with his friends a handful of times. Without a single word of encouragement, Scott’s expressions and reactions boosted Jonas’ confidence: the way his eyes widened as Jonas’ shovelled in his food, the quiet excitement on his face whenever Jonas returned with larger and larger plates of food, as well as the smitten look, admiring how easy Jonas seemed to be able to consume it all without feeling stuffed. Just like that, Jonas felt like all his efforts had been validated: he was so much heavier than his date, so much greedier and out of shape. This was what he needed in his life. Whether Scott turned out to be the one, or not, Jonas knew right then that he needed someone in his life who was going to make him feel every bit the fat pig that he had always wanted to be. He wanted someone to share all of this journey with.

It would have been tempting to invite Scott back to his room. However, Jonas resisted. The date had gone so well and there was a danger of ruining Scott’s incentive for a second date if he offered sex so soon. And so, the two guys parted and went their separate ways, both knowing that something very special had taken place.

The fact that Scott had let Jonas down in the past probably saved him from quickly falling too hard for him. Jonas remained cool in the guy’s presence and the pair didn’t even share a kiss until the third time they met. Folks Jonas chatted to online about his gains were warning him to be cautious. But whether it was his own delight, or the chilly time of year, Jonas found he had packed on over five pounds in only two weeks. His cheeks were filling up and there was a new kinky bounce to his chest that was turning him on greatly. He was eating more. Whether it was to quietly impress Scott or just because it was so easy, Jonas was consuming upwards of seven thousand calories each day. The feeling of it was so sexy and pleasurable, yet he and Scott had yet to discuss the more extreme nature of where Jonas wanted to take his gains. Being chubby was never going to be enough, yet Scott spoke about his body with such reverence that Jonas began to wonder whether the guy was already content with the way Jonas was now. Perhaps he didn’t need or want Jonas to put on significantly more weight - certainly not the staggering amount that Jonas had in mind for himself.

“I wanted to show something to you,” Jonas smiled, leading a newly undressed Scott through his bedroom. He set the cute boy up at his desk and propped the laptop up so that Scott could see. “This is my absolute favourite video in the whole world,” Jonas declared, clicking onto his saved files. “I kinda wanted your opinion on it.”

Excited and nervous to share, Jonas clicked the video on and stepped back. A ginormous, obese man filled the screen, sitting up naked in bed, eating pizza and occasionally struggling to reach down and keep his dick stimulated as he ate. The fat was everywhere on him: sagging down in his giant chest, encircling his enormous waist and even bulging in his crotch so that even his erect penis was difficult to make out. It didn’t take a genius to work out that this guy was considerably more than 500lbs.

“Oh, wow!” Scott reacted straight away, although Jonas couldn’t really make out whether it was a positive or negative response. Instead, he tried to peer around to check Scott’s crotch. Was the sight of all this lard making him horny? Oh, how he hoped it was!

“Look at the way his arms jiggle!” Jonas pointed out, trying to push Scott’s attention onto the features he most admired himself.

“He’s huge!” Scott agreed; a breathless arousal detectable in his voice. His hand slipped down to his crotch, rubbing a shaft that was stiffening with rapid speed.

Sighing in relief, Jonas began to relax a little. This supe-sized fatty was hot to Scott too. “Do you think you would be able to finish just watching this guy eating?” he asked, just as the guy on screen began stacking pizza slices and gorging himself for his viewers.

Scott didn’t tear his eyes off the screen. “Definitely!” he nodded, smiling broadly as the guy rubbed his giant stomach between chews.

Jonas leaned in closer. “I want you to prove it,” he teased wickedly, daring Scott to masturbate right in front of him.

His eyes raised in surprise, Scott accepted the challenge and took a few squirts of lubrication onto his palm, then strapped his hand back onto his dick to please his kinky lover’s request. To Jonas, it was such a turn on seeing his boyfriend getting the same thrill out of the content he had jacked off to countless times himself. Then came that moment in the video when the guy, stuffed to the gills, went to grab his dick and missed. He wheezed slightly, clearly bloated as could be, his stomach like an angry, round balloon spilling out in front of him. The giant man tried again and missed once more. Even though it was still quite some way until the end of the video, the sight of this had made Jonas squirt so many times when he had tried to watch it all the way through. When the guy tried a third time and only managed to hold and stimulate the very tip of his modest dick, Scott made a sound that Jonas had not anticipated at all. The cute, innocent-looking chaser was coming all over himself already, in exactly the same part of the video Jonas himself could never make it through. It was at that moment Jonas knew he was falling in love with this guy. He kissed him proudly, keeping that thought to himself, then helped the handsome boy clean himself up.

Afterwards, Scott was smiling with contentment, looking like he was ready to just snuggle up with his overweight lover and watch a movie. However, Jonas had other plans. It was yet more advice he had received from his cautious friends online. Would Scott still want to feed him even when he’d already climaxed himself?

“I need to get this gainer shake down,” Jonas declared, pulling out the biggest container he had ever tried to keep a shake in. He knew there were several glasses in here that he would need to get down and, given how much he had already eaten today, it wasn’t going to be any easy job. It would take time and a lot of patience from Scott to coax him into finishing in.

“What do you need me to do?” Scott replied excitedly, showing absolutely no sign that his interest in helping Jonas gain weight had waned. He rubbed the underside of Jonas’ belly and then kissed him. “I’ll do whatever it takes!”

It took a few weeks for Scott to feel confident to meet all of Jonas’ friends. He was so polite and placid, it was obvious that everyone thought they were an odd pairing. In his friends’ eyes, Jonas knew he was considered a little gross. He overate, farted and burped constantly due to the sheer quantities he pushed into himself. They’d all seen his belly hanging out of undersized t-shirts and been given more than an eyeful of his crack as it fell out of his sweatpants. For those who had lived in the dorms with him, they’d seen him strutting down to the kitchen area in just a grotesquely tight pair of boxers on several occasions; his increasing lard jiggling more and more as the months had gone on. The fact that Jonas had managed to find anyone willing to date him had been startling enough. However, the reality that he had managed to bag a guy like Scott had been almost too much to comprehend. With their big personalities, Scott seemed to shrink back and come across as shy amongst Jonas’ friendship group. And, given they were all now two years older than him, Jonas sometimes got the impression that his friends were a little patronising with poor Scott. Still, this introduction was yet another step taken. Another move towards the future that Jonas finally believed he might be able to manifest for himself.

Weight crept on fast once Scott and Jonas were an official couple. Upon turning twenty-one, Jonas was able to buy his own beer and settled into a routine of enjoying a couple each night; not only boosting his calories, but also spiking his evening appetite and seeming to relax his whole body when overeating. Scott seemed to take Jonas’ goals and run with them. He was great at reminding Jonas to eat and keeping track of his calories. It was obvious what a nerdy statistics-driven guy Scott could be, showing Jonas that he had actually been overestimating his daily calories for years and making small tweaks to his diet in order to maximise efficiency. The results spoke for themselves, by the end of the summer, Jonas was a full sixtrty pounds heavier than when they had first met. He began to feel the true mass of himself as he walked about. His stomach had softened and distended further, his chest was flabby and breast-like. His face was so much different to when he had started college, bloated and featureless with so much fat swelling up his cheeks. However, it was Jonas’ thighs that had especially inflated, consequently providing him with a wider butt than he had ever anticipated at his current weight of 285lbs.

After coming out to his parents during the summer break, Scott returned to the campus with more excitement than ever to see his big, greedy, fattening lover. “Maybe we could get you to three hundred before my parents come over to meet you next month,” he suggested playfully as they both lay in bed after another huge stuffing.

Jonas kissed his boyfriend lovingly. He couldn’t wait to hit three hundred at long last. However, he couldn’t help feeling nervous. Whilst dating a closeted guy had been frustrating at times, it had at least been easier to avoid all this domestic shit, like meeting and trying to impress parents. He hadn’t exactly had the best time with his own family growing up, so inheriting a load of new family didn’t seem like something he particularly wanted to put himself through. He got the sense that Scott’s folks would have high expectations for their son’s partner; both of being so academic and established in their careers. The pair had both run a marathon together only last week. Scott had been their only child, and it was clear from Scott’s recountings of his childhood that they had absolutely doted on him. 

“Aren’t you nervous about your folks meeting me?” Jonas asked, rubbing his painfully stretched out stomach. “I mean, I’m not exactly what most people want for a son-in-law, am I?” he sighed, tapping his gut and producing a sound that undoubtedly demonstrated how tight, full and overindulged his giant tank was.

Scott smiled, loving Jonas’ fat body with a passion. “I have told them you’re a little overweight,” he replied softly.

“Maybe I was a little overweight twelve months ago,” Jonas shot back. “But not anymore. Now I’m just full on FAT!”

Again, Scott simply smiled. He stretched out his hand to rub Jonas’ large stomach for himself, never failing to linger on the softest underside section. “Then I guess they’re in for a treat,” he grinned back proudly. “They’ll just have to meet my super fat boyfriend instead,” he chuckled with an air of dominance that was unusual for him.  Jonas had recently shown him the 5XL underwear he wanted to grow himself into, with that visual goal seeming to cast a wicked, devious spell of lust over Scott. “I meant what I said. I want you at three hundred before they come over next month.”

Jonas felt his dick stiffening. He’d known when he’d fallen for Scott that the guy wasn’t the dominant feeder type. Yet, as Jonas’ weight had increased over the months of their relationship, Jonas had felt their dynamic shifting ever so slightly. Scott had taken great pleasure in pounding Jonas’ soft butt in a way he never would have done when they first got together. “Whatever you say,” Jonas smiled back, quietly letting Scott know that he liked this new side of him.

The meeting with Scott’s folks was as predictably flat as Jonas had expected. When they had returned from dinner, Scott had been open about how disappointed he was that Jonas hadn’t eaten more. However, the truth was that Jonas simply couldn’t bring himself to unleash his true, greedy nature in front of them. He felt stifled by their evaluative looks and leading questions; things that Scott appeared to be completely oblivious to. It may only have been their first meeting, but Jonas knew he was never going to be able to be himself around them. He had placed himself inside his own kinky bubble for so long that stepping out of it into the real world made him momentarily remember how much of a freak most people would see him. Here he was actually wanting to get extremely fat! How could anyone ever wrap their heads around that?

Jonas’ weight plateaued after that and didn’t really recover until after the holidays. Now that he was in his final year, the stress of Jonas’ last exams and assignments were weighing heavily on him. He’d learned, quite happily, that he had become something of a stress eater, fuelled by a loving boyfriend who was keen to see Jonas making the sort of progress he had made in the early days of their relationship. By the end of the winter, he was sitting at 315lbs with a full two extra inches around his waist. By the summer, that number had increased to almost 325lbs; every last ounce of it being pure, lardy fat that rippled and jiggled on his body in a way that was impossible to cover up.

Leaving the campus after so long had been hard. College had changed him in every sense of the word. Jonas had been offered, and had accepted, a job at a firm in another city across the state, meaning that he wouldn’t be able to see Scott more than once a month or so. They’d made promises and commitments to keep their relationship alive whilst parted. However, having been with Scott for over two years now, Jonas had never expected that it would be him who would start to have desires to stray.

No longer required to walk miles around the campus each day and with a healthy income from his first job, Jonas found his weight was spiralling upwards yet again. Alone in his one-bedroom apartment, he’d become more active on the feedism websites he had explored in the past. Scott had never wanted to expose himself on those places and had refused to allow their contrasting body shapes to be photographed together for any pictures that Jonas wished to add to his profile. Now, with a new, angry stretch mark seeming to appear every week, Jonas was contributing more and more to his profile, and receiving an insane level of kinky attention.

“Come on over to my place tomorrow, Piggy,” wrote one incredibly handsome feeder Jonas had been messaging for a good couple of weeks. “I’ll stuff that fat belly of yours so much, you won’t be able to move.”

Fuck! Jonas was so aroused by it all. The feedism scene seemed so much more developed here. There were literally so many guys who were into all this over here. Jonas felt like he was missing out on the time of his life. He’d hit 350lbs without a single person to share it with. Scott was back in college, with another two years of studying to do. Meanwhile, he was living out here, bottling up all his gainer fantasies when he should be out there, taking full advantage.

The split was inevitable in Jonas’ eyes. He’d made excuses for the break-up that Scott hadn’t bought into. It hadn’t been an amicable ending. Still, they both promised to stay friends, which worked for a short while, despite Scott’s grievances. Then, when Jonas discovered that Scott had started dating some fit, handsome jock, he hadn't known what to think. The good-looking pair were posting gym selfies and pictures from half-marathons they had completed together. The comments underneath were always loaded with passive aggression, with Scott making a point to say how happy he was to be with someone so active and fit. Jonas felt completely alienated. So Scott had simply changed his entire preferences, just like that? Had he ever been into the fat? Or was he simply humoring Jonas all that time? What things had he possibly said to this new boyfriend about his past relationship? Did they laugh at how fat and stupid Jonas was? Such thoughts, creeping into his head in the dead of night, were nothing short of tortuous. Jonas ground his teeth, seeing how delighted Scott’s parents looked in a picture that had been shared with them all together. Finally, their son had dropped that loser and dated someone they could actually be proud of. It was with a bitter heart that Jonas severed their social media ties, deciding it was his turn to move forward. After all, with all these feeders showering him with attention, he could hit four hundred pounds in only a matter of months!

Six years passed by in a flash. Jonas stood in the sun, wearing only a pair of tight, skimpy shorts that successfully emphasised the expanse of his fattened, 390lb body. He knew he had one of the largest butts of the gainers at this outdoor event, however, with his great height, his stomach was yet to reach the sort of giant size that would really make him a favourite amongst the chasers at these things. He chuckled, spotting his buddy Greg locked in a passionate kiss with a new chaser over by the dance area. Dressed in only his tight speedos, Greg’s large, exposed belly was being rubbed in large circular motions by the shameless chaser who was enjoying every last bit of Greg’s ball-like gut. Jonas bit his lip and swooned. There was always something so sexy about a proper chaser’s admiration. More than a few people were staring enviously. Greg, who was barely average height, suddenly seemed utterly enormous next to this shirtless, athletic young guy, kissing him like he owned every ounce of his underexercised body.

“Lucky Greg!” growled Ed, Jonas’ friend beside him. “I told him all those pastries would pay off!”

Jonas nodded. This annual event had really taken off in the last couple of years; going from a small little barbecue attended by a handful of them in the back of a bear bar, to this giant day-long event that attracted some of the hottest gainers, feeders and chasers from across the country. This new guy was especially intriguing, having been here probably no more than ten minutes and already kissing and feeling up the most scantily dressed fatty there. The guy had just guaranteed that folks would be offering to buy him drinks all night.

“Do we know that guy?” Ed asked, watching the chaser’s hand grabbing a wedge of Steve’s belly fat as they continued making out in front of everyone.

“Never seen him before,” Jonas replied, staring at the back of the guy’s head. He knew he would have remembered those broad shoulders and the tight little waist if he’d seen this guy elsewhere; the way his hands explored and lingered on all the parts of a fat body that only those with a genuine kink for fatties would do. It was almost too hot to comprehend. However, as the pair at last finished kissing, Jonas realised that he had been completely wrong. Once the chaser turned and walked to the bar, Jonas got a glimpse of his face for the first time. It was Scott, without a shadow of a doubt.

Jonas instinctively turned away in shock. What the hell was Scott doing here? When had he become so damn muscular? And why the hell wasn’t he living in his generic, boring life with that handsome, fit little boyfriend Jonas had last seen him dating?

“What’s the matter?” Ed asked, spotting Jonas’ strange reaction.

“That’s my ex!” he grunted back, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

Ed frowned. He’d known most of Jonas’ short-lived boyfriends since he’d moved to the city and this guy wasn’t any of them. “You mean that shy, little chaser you dated in college?” he asked, deciding there was no other possibility. 

Jonas nodded.

“Well, well, well…” Ed smirked, seeing Scott was now flirting with a group of large-bellied fat men at the bar. Taking a hamburger out of one of the men’s hands, Scott began pressing it into the guy’s mouth, making him eat it for him in that sexy, dominant way some feeders could really get away with. Although neither of them could hear him, it was obvious that Scott was pushing the guy with some seriously sexy words of encouragement. “It looks like he definitely graduated to the big leagues!” Ed laughed, dropping his hand into his pocket to try and conceal the boner the sight was most likely giving him. “You should go and say hello,” he offered kindly, patting Jonas on his back. “You’ve always wanted to get over 400lbs. It looks like your ex certainly knows what he’s doing!”

“I can’t do that!” Jonas shot back. “Scott and I didn’t exactly end things well.”

Ed scoffed and rolled his eyes. “It’ll be fine!” he threw back, watching Scott turn his attention to another fat guy in the group instead, picking up a large, hanging moob and jiggling it for his own amusement. “All a guy like that cares about is that you’re fatter than you were the last time you saw him.”

“Only by forty pounds or so…” Jonas shrugged. He knew that Scott would have expected him to be so much heavier than this by now. It had been over six years! Yet the gains had not found him as easily as he had hoped, and he had been stuck at this weight for over three years now.

“You look great!” Ed shot back, tapping his buddy on his fat belly before calling out across the bar. “Hey! Scott!” he cried. “I’ve got an old friend of yours here.”

Scott heard the call and frowned at the stranger who was yelling his name. He glanced across, not realising how mortified Jonas was; his back turned and looking away as if this wasn’t happening. Scott smirked and strutted over, intrigued. “And what can I do for you two handsome piggies?” he asked confidently before reaching them and finally spotting Jonas at last. His eyes bulged and his jaw slackened. “Jonas!” he cried. “I… well, I…” he stumbled. “I didn’t expect to see… Well, I mean… I haven’t seen you in years.”

Jonas nodded, deciding that he could look Scott in the eyes. “Yeah, it’s been a minute,” he nodded.

Ed smirked and then slowly drifted away to leave them both some privacy.

“How’ve you been?” Scott began. “Your ass is looking great by the way,” he smiled politely. “I saw it as I was walking over. I wouldn’t have recognised you with all that width back there,” he chuckled. “The belly could do with some work, though,” he conceded, gazing down at the big gut on his ex-lover. “What are you these days, still in the 300s range?”

Jonas rubbed his stomach self-consciously. He had always hoped that if he ever did bump into Scott again, he would at least be as monstrously fat as he had always told him he was going to end up. “Yeah,” he nodded sheepishly. “But only just. I guess I’ve struggled to put on weight these last few years.”

“You should have stuck with me then,” Scott shot swiftly back. “I’d have had you well over five hundred pounds by now.”

In that moment, staring into the confident gaze of his ex, Jonas absolutely believed him. This belly of his could have been so much heavier had he not chased those superficial connections with the chasers he had been so captivated by when he first moved away. Scott had always been so supportive and smart when it came to his weight, and always so good at motivating him to push his appetite. Now he realised, not for the first time, that he had sacrificed something real and meaningful for this often lonely life he now had.

“So, I thought you were only dating fit guys these days?” Jonas replied, trying to get his own dig in.

Scott smirked, knowing exactly what Jonas was getting at, and why. “I knew that would piss you off!” he chuckled.

“Is that why you did it?” Jonas asked, suddenly getting a sense that he wasn’t far wrong. “Posting all those pictures of you two in the gym, knowing that I would see them.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Scott nodded. “You broke my heart back then. Can you blame me?” he asked bluntly. “But, I guess, part of me wanted to know whether I could do it…y’know?” he continued, seeming to lose a little of his bravado. “Could I be in that sort of normal relationship with the type of guy my parents would like me to end up with?”

“And what did you find out?” Jonas asked next, already having a good idea of what would have happened.

“I ended up cheating on him with this fat guy I met on a work placement. Not as fat as you were when we were dating,” he added swiftly, “but enough to remind me that I love the piggies! From then on, I’ve never looked back.”

Jonas smiled. This wasn’t the shy, innocent boy he had dated in college. Scott was now a real man who had fully embraced himself and the way he wanted to live his life, no matter what anyone else thought of him. “I’m glad to hear it,” Jonas replied, not hiding the flirtation in his voice. Something about the way Scott referred to them all as ‘piggies’ was making the breath catch in his chest.

Grinning, Scott seemed to pick up on the attraction straight away. He reached out a hand and pressed it to Jonas’ hip so that he could twist him slightly and get a better look at the big butt he had spotted on the way over. He exhaled in horny admiration, wincing slightly as if he was finding it hard to keep himself under control. “You know, I think your ass is the fattest one here,” he declared, having another quick scan of the outside bar area just to be certain. All eyes were on him: his athletic physique, his six pack and perfect hair.

“Oh, I know it is!” Jonas smiled proudly back. It was, after all, his best asset for attracting chasers.

“Hell, you’ve probably not done a bit of exercise in the whole time since I last saw you,” Scott flirted back.

“Not if I can help it!” Jonas nodded in agreement. “How else do you think I keep it so nice and soft?”

Scott’s devilish grin spread across his beautiful face. He moved in closer, an expert at moving in for a kiss, and took control as he slipped his tongue passionately into Jonas’ mouth. The speed of it all took Jonas by surprise, just as Scott had probably intended. He felt caught up in a whirlwind of kinky romance, ready to submit to anything Scott could possibly ask of him. This guy had definitely learned a trick or two in the last couple of years.

As Jonas was kissed, he felt Scott’s hands slide down onto his large butt, feeling the giant shape of his glutes. Then, down slipped Scott’s thumbs into the tight shorst, dragging them down so that Jonas’ giant ass was on show to everyone in the bar; being loved, caressed and admired by the sexiest chaser most of them had ever seen. 

“You’re going to get us kicked out,” Jonas whispered, breaking the kiss momentarily as he felt his fat glutes getting bounced up and down by the kinky guy in front of him.

“Good!” Scott simply whispered back, heading back in for another deep kiss; his hands never relenting in showing off the giant backside he was going to be taking back to his hotel room very shortly.

Early the next morning, a sweaty Scott wiped his brow with a towel and rolled off the condom after delivering the most intense fucking Jonas had ever received in his life; even more so than yesterday’s.

“How was that, Fat Boy?” Scott asked, slapping Jonas’ large rear and jumping back into the bed with him after their fourth round of sex that weekend.

“Where did you learn to fuck like that?” Jonas replied, rolling himself back onto his side with a satisfied smirk.

“Well, I’ve not just been sitting on my fat ass for six years,” Scott chuckled, making a point to reach across and slap Jonas’ extensive rear and watch it wobble. “I’ve fucked more pigs than I can count.”

“I can tell!” Jonas nodded. He was so smitten by this new version of Scott: the smart-talk, the entitlement, and yet deeply tender way he had just laid down with him all night long. “How do I compare to your usual pigs?”

Scott smiled and kissed him again. “Oh, you know you’re a very special pig to me. The first fatty I ever dreamed about fattening up over five hundred pounds!”

“I’m still up for that by the way, if you ever manage to clear a space in your busy schedule,” Jonas joked, sliding his fat hand over Scott’s athletic torso.

“Oh, I bet you are!” Scott laughed. “You never used to oink like a pig when I fucked you years ago,” he chuckled, recalling how insanely turned on Jonas had been to feel Scott inside him once more.

“I’m a little more submissive than I used to be,” Jonas replied, slightly embarrassed for letting those snorts slip out.

“It was as cute as fuck watching you. My dick always gets so hard from laughing at fatties doing shit like that. It just makes me want to fatten them out of everything they own.”

“So, let’s do it!” Jonas shot back. “We don’t live too far from each other these days,” he rambled, knowing that he was reaching. “We can meet up as often as you want. You can stuff me like you used to, then fuck me exactly like you did just then.”

“What? And watch your little dick shrink back even more than it already has?” Scott teased him, poking his finger into the large padding that had taken over Jonas’s groin since they had last seen each other. “It wouldn’t work. I’m not the person I was back when we were together last time.”

“Neither am I!” Scott shot back. “I’ve learned from my mistakes back then. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I don’t know where I would be now without you.”

Scott nodded reluctantly. “But I’m not that quiet little college student these days. I’ve had so many experiences since then. I know what I want and I’m not afraid to go after it. I’ve fucked some absolutely enormous guys. I need to be with a real fatty who is just as excited to grow as you used to be, back when we first met,” he explained calmly. “I mean… hell! Do you remember how hard you used to make my dick when you talked about getting to five hundred?” he sighed, marvelling at the memory. “I still masturbate several times a week thinking about the things you used to tell me. It’s such a shame you never made it over three-ninety.”

“You make it sound like I missed my chance to get there,” Jonas mumbled back. He sat up, feeling irritated. Scott sounded just like all those other chasers who had lost interest in him since he’d stopped expanding. “Just because I’ve struggled to put on weight these last couple of years, it doesn't mean I stopped wanting to. I think all that time you spent fucking chubs made you forget more than you realise.”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” Scott sighed, rolling his eyes as Jonas clearly took offense and got himself up to start getting dressed to leave.

“That all this stuff… the overeating, the pig talk, the outgrowing of clothes… it’s all so fucking sexy because it doesn’t just happen right away,” he stated with complete assurance. “It’s the sexiest thing because It’s about the journey, not the destination.” His shirt on and sweatshorts pulled up over his wide rear, Jonas pushed his feet into his sandals and stood up proudly as the naked Scott still lay naked in bed, watching him leave. “You understood that once. THAT’S the reason why you still think about all the things I used to say. Gaining for someone, overfeeding them, it’s the most romantic thing guys like us can ever imagine. It’s an experience. That’s what I forgot when I stupidly ended things with you all those years ago. I fell down that rabbit hole, seeking fast, easy, kinky play. And it’s the exact same thing you’re doing now by just chasing one fat guy after another! I know that’s not who you ever wanted to be. It’s not who you are, despite the things you keep telling yourself.”

Scott sat up as if he wanted to speak. However, Jonas had heard enough. He knew it was a bad idea to even try and rekindle things with Scott. He’d put himself out there in a way he hadn’t done in years and allowed himself to imagine that there was a spark of hope with the man he now realised had always been the one he was supposed to be with.

Sitting down on a bench outside the hotel, Jonas waited for his cab to arrive, not wanting to walk the streets so early in the morning. He thought back over his rant to Scott, already regretting how hard he had been. He’d been the one who had messed up last time, so what right did he have to get frustrated at Scott for not seeing how they could still make it work? He was an idiot. He’d made his choices all those years ago and now he would simply have to live with the consequences, whether that pleased his bruised ego or not.

A warm hand slipped onto Jonas’ shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d have gone far,” Scott smiled warmly down at him. “That fat ass of yours doesn’t move particularly swiftly, does it?” he gently teased, calmly sitting himself down beside him.

Jonas rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling slightly at Scott’s humor.

“You were right,” Scott sighed. “I’ve had the best time with you this weekend and, I guess you’re right to point out that I’ve forgotten what it was that drew me to all this kinky shit in the first place. We were so in love back in college,” he smiled warmly. “I suppose it was only a matter of time before one of us asked whether we could make this work again.” 

Scott rubbed his messy hair, deep in thought.

“How about we just… head somewhere nice for breakfast for now?” he smiled, rubbing Jonas’ knee affectionately. “We can leave all those bigger questions for another day.”

Jonas smiled back, his stomach rumbling. It was certainly a compromise he could cope with.

Five years later, Jonas eyed the stool by the bar suspiciously. His legs ached from the walk from the hotel, but the flimsy looking seat seemed unlikely to cope with his massive bulk. 

“There’re some seats over here,” Scott smiled, having gone ahead to scout around for somewhere for Jonas to sit comfortably. Just one of the many courtesies the handsome man had adopted since his husband had surpassed a weight that had him adopt the sexiest little waddle inside the enormous underwear he had always dreamed of filling out.

“Don’t you miss it?” Jonas asked, happy to be sitting down at last. He looked around at all the sexy, large bellied gainers who had travelled here for this event. “A few years ago, you’d be up at that bar, rubbing bellies and kissing every fat boy you wanted.”

“Not at all,” Scott smiled back, taking Jonas’s large, sweaty hand. “I’m more than happy with what I’ve got,” he winked. “What about you? Any chasers who have caught your eye? Any feeders you wish were paying you some attention right now? Someone new to feed and fuck you each night?”

“Absolutely not!” Jonas smiled back, accepting the beautiful kiss Scott delivered.

Although they’d never know it, more envious eyes gazed upon them that night than ever before: the sexy stud and his enormously fattened 550lb lover.