🔥Hot Men Bellies🫃

Perry could feel his arousal spiking. It had been incredible enough to find another gay guy on the college baseball team, but finding one who shared his love of fat guys had opened up a whole new world of fun for him. Back before they had graduated, the pair of them had systematically dated and seduced a plethora of increasingly chubby and significantly overweight college boys; their tastes in guys becoming ever more extreme: the fatter they were, the better.

“How much weight have you put on him?” Perry asked keenly.

“Hard to tell,” Henry shrugged. It was a problem they had always both struggled with, trying to find an excuse to put their oblivious fatties on the scales. “But at least 30lbs, I’d say.”

“In only two months?” Perry marvelled. Henry’s stealthy feeding tactics were obviously improving.

“I know!” Henry grinned back, nodding. “He’s getting these cute little stretch marks on his hips that he hasn’t even noticed yet.”

“On his hips?” Perry laughed, thinking it strange, but no less arousing, that a man should get stretch marks there first.

“It’s because his butt has been growing,” Henry laughed. “It bounces like crazy when I’m fucking him!”

That was a nice image, Perry thought to himself. He’d seen first hand how intense sex with Henry could be, having both had a threesome with a 320lbs chub Perry had been dating at the end of college. That fatty hadn’t known pleasure like it, having two handsome, athletic guys taking him out for dinner and then making him climax several times afterwards.

All too soon, Henry’s easily 270lb new lover had returned, smiling with happiness as muscular Henry sat back in the booth with him, resting his strong arm over the chub’s shoulders. It was obvious that the soft, doughy boy felt like he had won the lotto by dating such a doting and openly affectionate guy like Henry. It never failed to amuse either of them how naive such chubs were; always failing to realise that they were actually in the presence of such prolific feeders.

“Perry wants to grab some ice cream after this,” Henry lied, stroking the chubby upper arms of his lover. “You wanna grab some too?”

“Yeah, okay,” the chub nodded.

A wicked glint flashed in Henry’s eyes as he looked over at Perry. Overfeeding these chubs was always so pathetically easy. Perry hadn’t been able to help masturbating as soon as he made it home, remembering just how much Henry’s new boyfriend had gorged himself under their care.

Meeting up with Henry was always such fun, reminding Perry of those care-free days of college. However, real life was not quite so laid back. Graduate positions weren’t as easy to come by as the professors had made out. Unlike Henry, he’d had to take a position far away from the city; one with high expectations and very few perks. It was a never ending source of frustration just how much they piled onto the junior staff, with everyone having to take on more and more just to stand out. Enjoying the time to date someone new, like Henry was doing, now seemed like something that was still at least a couple of years off.

“Are you going to join that new gym across the way when it opens?” asked Melanie, who had joined the staff at roughly the same time as Perry.

“As if I have time for the gym!” Perry grumbled back, staring at the ever increasing mountain of papers in his intray. The whole summer had seemed to pass him by without even so much as a vacation.

“You need to start doing something,” Melanie replied. “It’s not good for you just sitting at that desk all day.”

Perry glanced up at her and frowned. “What’re you saying?” he probed.

“You’re getting a little doughy,” she stated bluntly, like she was trying to rip off a band aid.

Pivotal moments happen in many lives, but even before Perry had glanced down at himself, he felt a surge of blood rushing towards his groin. “I am?” he asked, pressing his fingers into his stomach, which was indeed a little softer than he was used to. He slid his tie to the side and his eyes bulged a little. How had he never noticed the strain of his shirt button as he sat down?

“I think it’s been creeping up on you for the last few months,” Melanie continued. “You can see it in your face. Those pants of yours have just been looking tighter and tighter.”

“You think my ass has grown too?” Perry asked in complete surprise, but still needing clarification on Melanie’s meaning nonetheless.

“Definitely!” Melanie nodded. “When you bent over to pick up my stapler yesterday, I was almost certain those pants of yours were about to rip.” She shrugged. “I’m not trying to be mean…” she mumbled. “But, if I was getting chubby, I’d want someone to have the guts to tell me. So… there you have it.”

Having never been attracted to women, Perry knew that it wasn’t Melanie herself that was stimulating this sudden, strange and building arousal in him. Rather, it was her words, and perhaps especially the manner in which she was informing him so bluntly, echoing the way he and Henry had discussed the weight gain of others in the past. Whatever it was, Perry found himself sliding under his desk in order to hide the now significant erection, swelling down one leg on his tight pants. But, why? Gaining weight had never been his thing. Whilst he admired all those jiggly, chubby guys with their rolls and blubber, he had never before wanted to be like them. Had he? Just what the hell was this boner for then?

Getting home late, Perry immediately raced to the large mirror in his bedroom and stripped off. There was his hard-on once more, keen to see what damage had occurred to his body now he was actually going to take the time to study it. Jeez! When had his abs disappeared so completely? There was a strange width to his waist, not necessarily paunchy or fat, but just… swollen. He spun around, trying to stretch and study his tight little glutes which, if he was really honest with himself, had undergone the same strange treatment. A gentle widening had occurred, making them softer to the touch as he reached his hand back and delicately bounced one up and down. It even felt like some of the chubby glutes he had played with in the past. Standing to the side, he could see exactly what Melanie was trying to tell him. He was undeniably bigger; the distance between the furthest point of his swollen middle and the furthest extent of his butt was certainly thicker, challenging that view he had always had of himself as athletic.

Grabbing onto his dick, it was almost pathetic how quickly he came from his own reflection. Yet that little ball of sexual excitement did not dissipate, even afterwards. He went to his refrigerator and cupboards, seeing for the first time just how much the cheap, easy snacks had been building up in his diet, until there was almost nothing else to select from. He pulled out a frozen pizza, sticking it in the oven with a selection of extra sides that had somehow become a habit to consume: easy, convenient and tasty.

Dropping the weight had of course been Perry’s aim. It was the sensible choice considering how easily the extra blubber had been piling up. He could hardly believe that he was so close to 200lbs, considering that he had always been one-sixty ever since the start of college. Yet, although the need to drop it felt inevitable, he could at least agree to let himself get through the latest big project at work before he tried to make time for a full regime of exercise and calorie cutting. He’d purchased larger pants and shirts for the short term, masking his weight better than before. Melanie had even told him how much slimmer he was looking, making Perry laugh at how easily duped she could be. Now when he unpeeled his clothes at night, his small, private belly could emerge, turning him on more than he ever thought it could. It was still there, still swollen and, if the scales were anything to go by, still quietly growing.

January, Perry decided. That was the best time to start cutting. One large project had led on to another, and so there was never going to be a clean time period in which he could start taking better care of himself. It would simply have to be started at the usual generic time, alongside so many others who wanted to drop the pounds after the holidays. But having that fixed date in his head had somehow given Perry the permission to indulge a little more than usual. So what if he grabbed some doughnuts on the way into work? He was going to lose the weight soon. Did he want a side order of cheesy fries with his pizza? Yeah, why not? He’d soon be stuck eating salads for every meal.

The pounds were creeping on. Perry could see the paunch bloating into his larger shirts; his pecs softening and his jawline fading. He’d gained ten extra pounds since September, with every inch of it showing with quite startling realness as he gazed at his naked reflection each evening. Although never fool-proof, Perry had become quite skilled at concealing it as best he could. With the holidays, came the opportunity to wear large, thick sweaters and layers which even made him appear rather buff and strong. The fact that he had made it around most of his family without a word of criticism for his weight (at least, not to his face), made him feel emboldened to finally meet up with his old friend Henry after months of putting it off. 

“What the fuck, dude?” Henry laughed the moment he saw Perry standing at the bar waiting for him. “What the hell happened?” he asked, immediately jabbing Perry in the stomach.

Having already bought Henry a beer, Perry handed it to him, slinking away from the bar so that others would not overhear the inevitable onslaught that would occur now that Henry had noticed his weight gain.

“I message you, like every other day,” Henry continued, sitting down at a high table next to his buddy. “You didn’t think to mention the fact that you’d turned into a chub?”

“I’m not a chub!” Perry shot back in surprise at such a word being used to describe him.

“You fucking are!” Henry nodded back, standing up again to get a better look at Perry now that he was perched on the chair. “Jeez! Look at that gut on you!”

Perry sucked in slightly and squirmed. Never in his life had he anticipated being on the receiving end of Henry’s blunt observations of fatter physiques. “It’s just a little holiday weight,” he shrugged. “I’ll soon lose it.”

Dude, you’re like, 50lbs heavier than when I last saw you in March.” Henry shot back. “That’s not holiday weight!”

Perry rolled his eyes. He thought his clothes choices would save him today, but there was Henry getting the exact figure of how much he had piled on, all from a single sweeping observation of his form. “Work’s just been crazy…” he began as Henry at last sat himself back down opposite him.

“Do you know who you look like?” Henry jumped in, cutting him off completely. “That straight guy on our campus you used to be obsessed with. The one who developed that beer gut in our second year.”

“Dillon?” Perry enquired, getting aroused at the memory of the fine, stout specimen.

“That’s the one!” Henry nodded. “You’re like his twin!”

Perry couldn’t help rubbing his stomach. Did he really carry the same tight, fattened gut like his crush from four years ago?

Henry took a drink from his beer and spent a moment just studying Perry’s face. “Are you getting off on this?” he asked bluntly. “Is this, like… part of your kink?”

“No!” Perry replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I told you, it’s just because work has been so…”

Henry shot out a laugh. “LIAR!” he declared, having always been able to tell when Perry wasn’t being completely honest. “You’re rubbing that new belly and jerking yourself off every night, aren’t you?”

Perry merely shook his head, knowing that Henry would tell that he was lying the moment he spoke a single word. “What?” he asked indignantly, seeing that Henry was constantly studying his face for clues as to what was actually going on here..

“Nothing,” Henry smirked, raising his hands in innocence. “It’s just that I’ve known you over six years and I NEVER anticipated that you were the type to do this to yourself.”

“I haven’t done anything!” Perry continued to protest. The more he denied it, the more he seemed to believe it himself. “It’s just because work has been so stressful!”

“Sure… sure!” Henry nodded, deciding to back down and move the conversation on; at least for a little while.

Perry’s eyes widened as he spotted the advert for his perfect job later that week. Already exhausted at the thought of returning to work, the prospect of a higher position at a firm back in the city felt like something in his life was finally clicking into place. He smiled brightly as he read the job specification, already constructing his application letter in his head. Then, for the next three evenings, he crafted that application again and again, until he had it exactly as he wanted.

“Did you get it?” messaged Henry a couple of hours after the interview; his communications becoming even more frequent since having met up with Perry in December. He’d been delighted when he’d heard that everything had gone well, offering up his spare room for his old friend to stay in whilst he settled back into the city. If only Perry’s work colleagues had been as kind. Having learned that their underpaid, overworked and undervalued employee was soon to be moving on, the management had been nothing short of vile with him. Despite Perry’s resolve to begin his diet at the end of January, the stress of his interview, and the consequences of its success, had made it impossible for him to consider taking on any extra change in his life.

“Welcome to Chub Paradise!” Henry grinned, opening the door to his apartment as Perry arrived with a bag full of his belongings. 

Perry chuckled at the name Henry used for his place. It was true that, within these walls, Henry had wined and dined several lucky porkers, quietly fattening them up with each visit; always ending their relationships with Henry with a lot more extra pounds than they had anticipated. Surprisingly, Henry had dinner all prepared and ready for them both, with enough space in the otherwise cramped living area for a sophisticated table and chairs for them to sit at. 

Despite expecting further criticism from Henry about the added weight he’d gained since the holidays, Perry was surprised to find that the atmosphere was very relaxed. Dinner was tasty, with a generous dessert following along afterwards, alongside plenty of beers. The ease with which the conversation flowed between them both never failed to cement the fact that Henry was the very best friend that Perry had ever had. He fell into bed that night, feeling full and content that things were finally starting to go right for him.

It began with a pinching at the hips little more than a couple of weeks into Perry’s new job. His new work pants were getting tight again. His love handles had further inflated and, for the first time in his life, he was starting to feel the fat in his chest properly jiggling as he walked about the office. He was putting on weight again, despite his resolve to get more disciplined once he was settled in this new job. However, the speed of it all was rather alarming. More than once he had been referred to as ‘Big Guy’ by some of his new colleagues. Four weeks in and he was shocked to discover that he was up by an incredible twenty pounds.

“I just don’t understand it,” Perry complained after dinner. “I eat exactly the same as you each night, yet my gut feels like it’s inflating like some sort of hot air balloon.”

Henry frowned. “When have I ever eaten the same food as one of my guests?” he asked simply, as if questioning whether Perry truly knew him at all. “Sure, it might look similar to what I serve you, but it’s not the same,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean?” Perry asked, suddenly very aware of the weight of all he had eaten sitting in his stomach, waiting to be digested.

“Well, your stuff is higher in calories, of course. Oils, creams, powders… you know,” he replied casually. “The same thing I always do when I’ve got a chub staying here.”

“Dude!” Perry exclaimed. “I didn’t know you’d use that sort of shit on ME!”

“You said you liked my cooking!” Henry shot back, laughing. “I know you go back into your bedroom and jerk off rubbing that bloated tummy every night. What’s the big deal? It’s fun! I’m just giving you more of what you want.”

“No, I don’t!” Perry lied once more, trying to conceal the fact that even this conversation was somehow arousing him. “What the fuck, Henry?” he complained. “How many calories have you just made me eat?”

Henry looked him up and down, smirking. “Combied with that dessert… more than enough to get those tits of yours to come in better. You could bust that chubby ass of yours at the gym for the next five hours and still not work them all off.”

At that moment, Perry’s arousal felt totally at odds with his own reasoning. He couldn’t allow himself to get caught in Henry’s usual traps and spiralling weight gain enablement. Yet, his dick was getting firmer by the second at the thought of how completely effortless it could be for him to experience even more fat gains whilst living here. Just like all of Henry’s food, it was only after he had finished eating that he felt it starting to bloat him, as if swelling in his stomach and filling every last crevice. “I’m not one of your little pigs to toy with!” he shot back hoping that his angry tone would mask the conflicting feelings within.

Henry didn’t flinch. “Go look at your reflection in the mirror and try to say that with a straight face!” he replied unsympathetically. “You’re a fatty, Perry! Stop trying to make out that you’re somehow better! We both know you’ll be back in that bedroom later, cracking one out over how soft your butt is getting.”

Perry opened his mouth to reply, but faltered. “I’m… That’s…” he stuttered, too overcome by Henry’s rudeness to think clearly.

“Do you remember the threesome we had with that lardass you dated in college?” Henry asked, flipping the conversation on its head. His tone was one of obvious arousal at the memory of it and he rubbed his crotch as if this entire conversation had actually been getting him off the entire time. “I wonder how long it will be until I get your ass as jiggly as his was!”

At that, Henry pulled out his erection and began stroking it. Perry couldn’t help staring, fascinated by how much more substantial Henry’s dick was compared to his own.

“Suck it,” Henry demanded, getting himself up with his gym shorts resting above his knees and moving to stand in front of Perry’s chair. “You know you want to.”

Perry licked his lips, unable to calm himself down despite knowing how much better it would be for him if he managed to walk away. But as Henry brought his hips closer, Henry found his jaw unclenching and then the head of Henry’s dick sliding onto his tongue. He moaned in pleasure, having been starved of intimacy with anyone for months. His hands reached back, cupping Henry’s tight, muscular butt and pulling the shaft even deeper down his throat. His nose inhaled the scent of him with delight, setting to work on the best blow job he had ever delivered.

“Oh, yeah… that’s right, Fatty!” Henry moaned, resting his large hand at the back of Perry's head. “Suck your feeder off!”

At that, Perry felt an irresistible urge to tug himself off too, reaching into his pants and stroking furiously.

“Good pig!” Henry teased further, his erection pulsing in Perry’s mouth in a manner that suggested this wouldn’t take long. “You’re my Fatty now!”

Premature ejaculation had never been a problem for Perry, but even as he tried to let go of his own dick and slow things down, the whole thing erupted furiously. Henry pulled out to watch it happening, smirking with glee. Then he worked his own hand to quickly bring himself to a climax just moments afterwards, holding Perry’s jaw open so that he could deliver it all straight onto the chub’s tongue.

Henry exhaled in satisfaction, grinning at the mess Perry had made of himself below. Then he slumped back down onto the couch, grabbing the tv remote control and aiming it. “So, what movie do you want to watch tonight?”

After that evening, sex with Henry could spring from anywhere. Perry could be getting showered one more before work and Henry would slide in beside him. After a gym session, Henry could often return looking sweaty and flustered, with a single focus to drill his dick into Perry’s wider butt, flipping him over onto his front with ease. However, there was always one time that was guaranteed to end in an orgasm: right after Perry had consumed his evening meal. It was always best not to know what was inside those dishes, but from the lustful way that Henry stared at him as he chewed, Perry knew that his compliance was only going to lead him on a path to even further weight gain. He could feel it all building in his chest, puffing up his arms and swelling his love handles in a way that pushed his arms out ever so slightly more. Henry would laugh and say that he could see it in Perry’s broader butt and softening thighs; stroking and calling attention to the new double chin every time he kissed him.

Going from friends to a more sexual relationship had felt surprisingly natural. Having talked for years about their kinks and pleasures, the act of exploring this together didn’t feel like too much of a stretch, despite the unexpected nature of it all. Perry claimed with determination that his surrender to this lifestyle was only temporary, until he saved up enough to get his own place. However, Henry never failed to smirk at this, as if he didn’t believe a word. But, in his own way, Henry could also play along for his own benefit. Why not order in some pizza at midnight and have some kinky fun in the bedroom? After all, Perry would be moving out and starting his diet soon. How fun would it be to see if Perry could down this entire carton of cream on the way home? Perry might as well enjoy those cream cakes from the nice bakery while he could. There’d be no such luxuries once that diet started!

Stepping on the scales was not a regular occurrence. For the most part, Henry seemed content just watching Perry’s clothes become ever more snug, as well as the subtle changes in movement as the chubby man walked about the apartment. Seeing that he had surpassed 250lbs had made Perry’s eyes bulge, but now he was over 280lbs and continuing to feel the further strain of his clothes that signalled even greater fat gains. It was incredible how quickly he had got used to his fluffy chest and wobbling nipples, his love handles pressing out of his work shirts, as well as the technique for shaving under his double chin. However, the sheer mass of Perry’s physique was something that he was still failing to understand. He’d lost count of how many times he had unsuccessfully tried to squeeze himself through a tight space, or knocked something over with his surprisingly bulbous rear. Henry laughed and said that he had seen the same thing time and time again with his ex-lovers. Whilst a fat guy could see his massive ass and ball-like gut in the mirror, navigating it around the real world always seemed to take time to get used to.

In truth, Perry quietly came to realise that, even with the best diet and exercise regime in the world, he was unlikely to ever be able to return to the slender, athletic man he had been back in college. Breaking 300lbs had seemed to smash that illusion in its entirety. There was so much extra mass on him, and none of it was muscle. He had so many clothes cluttering up his closet, getting rid of the ones he was least likely to ever fit back into just seemed like common sense. Then, as he became ever more frustrated by the lack of space, he was suddenly getting rid of all of it, embracing the elasticated waistbands and stretchy fabrics that would only play further into Henry’s hands.

Perry grunted as he squeezed his large body out of the shower, making Henry laugh as he watched from the sidelines,never missing an opportunity to observe Perry in his full, naked glory. “It’s all getting a little too small for you around here, huh, Piggy?”

Despite himself, his ever shortening dick stiffened a little at Henry’s teasing words. He lifted his arms, allowing Henry to dry him off with the towel; a chore that the kinky feeder had been keen to relieve him of ever since 360lbs had made reaching his own back such a challenge. “That shower of yours isn't fat-friendly,” he simply nodded in reply.

“So, how about instead of getting your own place, we buy somewhere together instead?” Henry asked, drying the fold of skin under Perry’s chest fat. “Somewhere where a 500lb guy could live quite happily,” he smirked.

“Five hundred?” Perry repeated back in alarm. “Five hundred!”

Henry grinned, dropping the towel, bending down and inspecting under Perry’s large, ball-shaped stomach. “That woke him up!” he laughed, giving Perry’s short, but very hard erection a little tug.

“Henry… I really need to try and slow down a little,” Perry tried as he stood in the mirror, watching Henry begin to stroke his dick in the way that really got him off quickly, slow, full movements up and over the head. Why was Henry so damn awesome at this every single time? He moaned, feeling his resolve fading away.

“You’ll be my masterpiece!” Henry whispered soothingly into his ear. “That handsome, kinky guy I met in college. The one who packed a full 50lbs of pure lard onto his sweet little college boyfriend, now transformed into a grotesque, gluttonous hog himself!”

Perry tried to breathe in deeply and control things, but Henry knew the trigger words that never failed to spike his arousal. “I can’t just be a fat hog…” he replied, beginning to lean into the role play a little.

“Look at yourself, Fatty! You already are a fat hog!” Henry shot back, knowing exactly how to stimulate his lover. With his other hand, he reached around, grabbing a full wedge of fat in Perry’s love handles and wobbling it ruthlessly.

Perry snorted like a pig: a response that had been trained into him over several months and now something that he did without even thinking. The sensation of all that fat rippling across his body was sending him into a tornado of lust. How had he allowed himself to get so enormous? He’d once had a body so like Henry’s, and been his equal when picking up guys in college. Now he was just a play thing; the fat guy most folks didn’t look twice at, the one his family no longer felt they understood.

“Are you going to be my 500lb hog?” Henry demanded of him.

His knees almost buckling under the power of the building orgasm, Perry nodded and oinked until he moaned; continuing to do so until his balls felt like they had been completely drained.

Henry smiled proudly, tapping Perry on his large rear like he had done a great job. Then, the devious feeder sank to the floor, holding a clean pair of gigantic fresh underwear for Perry to climb into.

“Leg up, Fatty!” he ordered the monstrous boy as he began to help him dress. “I’m taking you out for a nice, big breakfast to celebrate!”

Perry knew that there wouldn’t be anyone else from now on. He was Henry’s, and Henry was his. Chubby chasing was over for him. He was the fatty now; the greedy, gluttonous, overfed and underexercised pig his dick always used to get so hard at seeing. But, more than that, he was on a journey to become even bigger than every last one of them. 

Henry had worked his magic.