Chapter 3, part VI: “The First ‘Full’ Days in New York”
Luigi groaned as he stirred awake, feeling an overwhelming sense of heaviness pressing down on him. His body felt sluggish, thick, and impossibly full, like he had swallowed a lead weight in his sleep. As he shifted on the mattress, his massively stuffed gut gurgled, still packed with the previous night’s feast of biblical proportions. His belly, once rock-hard and stretched taut, had shrunk slightly overnight, though it still sat round and full, pushing firmly against the waistband of his briefs.
“Ugh… Dio…” he grumbled, letting his head fall back against the pillow, one hand instinctively rubbing slow, lazy circles over his still-bloated stomach. He could feel the weight of it, the way it pressed down into his lap, warm, heavy, and full to the absolute brim. His skin still felt stretched, sensitive, every slight movement making his gut gurgle and shift slightly. The sensation alone gave Luigi a semi hard-on as he tried not to moan out.
The Italian stud then tried adjusting his position, only for a deep, rumbling belch to roll out of him, forcing his body to shudder from the sheer pressure behind it.
“BBUUUUUURRRRRPP!”
The sound echoed through the room, followed by a series of hiccups and small burps, his stomach still working through the absurd amount of food he had consumed. His head spun slightly, a post-feast daze settling over him as he groaned again, letting out another low, deep belch that made his chest vibrate. From the other side of the room, a low chuckle broke the silence.
“Morning, pizza boy.”
Luigi turned his head slowly, blinking through the haze of sleep and fullness. Gio was already awake, sprawled out lazily on his bed. His golden-tanned skin practically glowed in the morning light filtering through the window, and his permed mullet was slightly tousled from sleep.
His huge belly rose proudly from his muscular frame, looking even bigger and rounder in the morning light, the tight white jockstrap barely containing him.
Most annoyingly, however, was that damn smirk.
“Merda… Gio, cover yourself!” Luigi groaned, half-heartedly throwing a pillow toward his cousin. Gio just laughed and batted it away, spreading his thick thighs wider and resting a hand lazily on the top of his massive, proudly bulging gut.
“Aw, you shy now?” Gio smirked, giving his belly a firm slap that echoed softly in the quiet room. “C’mon, we’re family. Besides, it ain’t nothing you haven’t seen before. You sleep good, huh?”
Luigi groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. “Like I was dying. I think my belly still digesting that… that total hic! pig… porco intero…”
Gio chuckled and sat up a bit, his gut wobbling slightly before settling back against him. “You mean whole pig? You gotta learn some English, bro. But hey—you did good. For your first night, I’m kinda impressed.”
“I was forced,” Luigi muttered, then let out a hiccup. “They kept feeding me! Nonna kept saying ‘Mangia, mangia!’ like I was a garbage bin!”
Gio snorted. “Well, you were. A sexy lil’ Italian garbage bin, stuffing yourself full.” He gave his own belly a proud slap. THUMP. “That’s the life, man. You’re really startin’ to look the part too.
Luigi gave him the finger, his cheeks burning. “Shut up.”
“Nah, I’m serious,” Gio continued casually, leaning back against the headboard as he patted his belly proudly. “A few weeks here, and you’ll be sporting a nice big gut 24/7 like the rest of us. Your girlfriend Isabella’s gonna lose it when she sees you waddling home like this.”
“Gio, sta’ zitto!” Luigi snapped, tossing another pillow half-heartedly at Gio, who easily dodged it again, laughing even harder. Luigi’s face felt hotter than ever. The thought of Isabella seeing him with a gut this big made his belly flutter strangely. He swallowed, shifting awkwardly on the bed.
“You think I am going to become as big as you?” Luigi asked quietly, voice hesitant but curious as he eyed Gio’s enormous belly.
Gio smirked wider, running his fingers slowly over the curve of his gut. “Oh, definitely. I mean, look at you already.” He motioned lazily towards Luigi’s round belly, still protruding upwards from his lean frame, slightly soft but incredibly full. “Give it another week or two, and you'll be huge, bro. Mark my words.”
“UUURRRPP!” Luigi belched loudly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Dio, I don’t know if I can survive another meal like that, let alone a whole month.”
Gio laughed again, stretching his arms overhead, his massive belly bouncing slightly. “Better get used to it, cuz. Nonna ain’t gonna stop ‘til you're bursting at the seams. Plus, I’m gonna make sure you keep up.” He winked teasingly, his eyes lingering on Luigi’s round belly.
The kitchen was already bustling as Luigi made his way downstairs. Maria was at the stove flipping pancakes the size of dinner plates, while Nonna Lucia cracked eggs into a massive skillet, humming cheerfully as she worked. Rosa and Carmen sat at the long dining table, scrolling on their phones and sipping juice, while Nico was already going to town on his second plate, his big belly resting in his lap like a proud trophy.
“Ey! There’s the champion!” Nico grinned, gesturing at Luigi’s swollen middle. “You still digestin’ that pig, bro?”
“Ugh… sì, I think he’s still in there somewhere,” Luigi muttered, patting his gut with a tired groan.
“You sit, bambino,” Nonna Lucia said firmly, pointing to the open seat beside Nico. “You need breakfast! That belly doesn’t feed itself!”
Luigi opened his mouth to protest, but she was already sliding a plate in front of him—stacked high with fluffy pancakes dripping in butter, syrup, and chocolate chips. Maria followed with thick-cut bacon and a mountain of fried eggs and sausages, the whole plate steaming and delicious.
“I—Non posso… I am still so full!” Luigi whimpered, his hands gently supporting the underside of his bloated belly.
“Nonsense,” Maria said with a playful smile, “You’re in America now! Here, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. You’ll feel better once you start eating.”
“She’s right,” Gio’s voice came from behind as he entered the kitchen, still in nothing but his jockstrap, his round belly on full display. He slid into the chair across from Luigi with a loud thud, his gut slapping gently against the edge of the table. “Best way to start the day is topping off whatever’s left from the night before.”
Luigi hesitated briefly, but the syrupy scent was intoxicating. His stomach rumbled traitorously, betraying his lingering fullness. Unable to resist, he picked up his fork and took a bite. The pancakes were soft, buttery, and sweet, the bacon perfectly crisp. Each mouthful only intensified his hunger, and before Luigi knew it, he was eating faster and faster, shovelling food into his mouth at a steadily growing pace.
Gio, sitting across from Luigi, was wolfing down breakfast like a machine. Pancakes, sausages, eggs—all disappearing into his already huge belly, swelling it even bigger. He paused only to let out deep, resonant belches, patting his gut proudly after each one.
"God, nothing like topping off a full belly with an even bigger breakfast," Gio announced, shoving half a pancake into his mouth. "Best feeling ever."
Nico nodded eagerly, leaning back and rubbing his own thick, swollen gut. "Yeah, bro. Wakin' up full and then stuffing yourself again is the shit."
Luigi listened, his own fork moving almost on autopilot as he shoveled food into his mouth. With each bite, he could feel his stomach stretching, the pressure building as his belly swelled further. His briefs, already snug, began to feel uncomfortably tight as his abdomen expanded, pressing against the elastic waistband.
"Urrrp..." Luigi belched softly, bringing a hand to his mouth, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"That's the spirit!" Gio cheered, raising his glass of orange juice in a mock toast. "Let it out, bro. Means you're making room for more."
By the time breakfast was over, Luigi was completely wrecked, his belly stretched round and tight, his thighs forced to spread wider to accommodate the massive swell of his growing belly. Luigi had barely caught his breath before Antonio clapped his hands enthusiastically.
“Alright, boys!” he announced cheerfully, snapping Luigi out of his food daze. “Today’s Luigi’s first full day in Brooklyn, and we gotta show him everything. It’s time for a full-day tour!”
Luigi blinked in disbelief. “Tour?” he groaned, his hand rubbing slow circles over his taut belly. “I cannot even walk…”
Gio chuckled beside him, his massive gut resting comfortably in his lap. “You’ll walk it off. Little movement helps digestion, bro.”
Getting dressed felt like a challenge now, Luigi realised. His once-loose button-down shirt now clung snugly to his belly, buttons stretched tightly across his bulging middle. His fitted black chinos, which had hugged his slim frame perfectly just a day before, now dug uncomfortably into his waistline, pressing sharply against his packed stomach. He sucked in a breath, tugging the zipper upward and fastening the button with a grunt of exertion.
“Dammit,” Luigi groaned softly, looking at his reflection.
Gio chuckled from across the room, effortlessly pulling a loose basketball jersey over his own massive belly. “Looks like your gut’s outgrowing your wardrobe, cuz. Might wanna consider leavin’ a button or two open.”
Luigi hesitated for a second, then undid the bottom button, exhaling heavily as his belly pushed forward, straining slightly less. “Much better,” he admitted with relief, rubbing the rounded outline visible through his shirt.
*** VII ***
The first thing Luigi noted was that Brooklyn didn't seem very Italian- despite what his uncle had claimed. The morning sun warmed the bustling streets of Brooklyn as Antonio drove them through the vibrant neighbourhood and Luigi finally got his first good look at the city. Brooklyn was a rather large, odd district with a collection of different neighbourhoods, and seemed far less glamorous than he expected, and not at all like Florance. It wasn't a bad thing though. Luigi had half expected it, and he was more than familiar with the American culture that had seeped its way into Italy’s fabric.
Luigi could still feel the weight of his full belly weighing him down. But the sights, sounds, and smell of the city were distracting enough to push the discomfort aside- at least until Antonio steered them toward the first food stop.
“Donuts,” he announced proudly, leading them into a small, bustling donut shop on a lively corner.
“Luigi, you’ve gotta try these!” Nico insisted eagerly, inhaling a whole trey of donuts, before holding out a second tray of pastries dripping with chocolate. “Best in Brooklyn.”
Luigi hesitated, his belly still achingly full of breakfast, but the sugary aroma was irresistible. He took a bite, the rich chocolate melting in his mouth.
“Oh wow, that's amazing,” Luigi moaned involuntarily, quickly finishing it and reaching for another. Gio watched approvingly as Luigi wolfed down the whole trey, licked chocolate glaze from his fingers, his rounded gut now pressing tighter against his chinos.
“See, cuz?” Gio laughed, already finishing his seventh donut. “Can’t resist once you start.”
Just as Luigi had feared, Antonio’s “Brooklyn tour” became one endless feast from there on.
Next was a bustling taco truck parked outside a small park. Antonio cheerfully ordered piles of tacos overflowing with meat, cheese, and guacamole.
“Uncle, seriously?” Luigi protested weakly, belching softly into his fist. “I—hic!—still full…”
“Ah, nonsense, Luigi!” Antonio laughed, handing him two enormous tacos. “You haven’t tasted Brooklyn ’til you've eaten these!”
Luigi sighed heavily but took a bite anyway.
By midday, Luigi’s shirt buttons strained visibly, and his chinos felt uncomfortably tight. After a stop for cheesesteaks that had Luigi releasing deep, rolling belches every few seconds, Antonio suggested pizza slices at a famous street vendor.
“Pizza again?” Luigi groaned softly, rubbing his stretched-out belly, which now bulged prominently beneath his shirt, taut and round as a basketball. "I—I really shouldn't,"
"You love it! don't be a pussy," Gio teased with a devilish glint in his eyes. "I'll feed 'em to you myself if I have to." Gio whispered the last part in Luigi’s ear, making the Italian teen’s face burn hotly.
And he did love it. Luigi’s mouth watered despite how full he already was. He devoured the slices rapidly, the rich sauce and gooey cheese irresistible. His stomach gurgled and expanded further, visibly rounder, the fabric of his shirt now stretched perilously thin. His belly rounded out even further, forcing Luigi to discreetly pop open one button of his shirt. He sighed with relief, his gut surging forward slightly.
"Better already, right?" Gio grinned proudly, his own belly even more enormous as he gazed at the newly exposed skin beneath Luigi's tight shirt.
Luigi couldn't even reply, merely belching in defeated satisfaction.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of eating. Hot dogs piled high with onions, ketchup, and mustard, gigantic soft pretzels dipped in creamy cheese sauce- it all disappeared into Luigi’s ever-growing belly. With each bite, Luigi’s resistance weakened, his craving for more food growing stronger, even as he felt his gut stretching tighter and heavier by the minute.
Late afternoon arrived, and Antonio declared their final stop—a famous Brooklyn barbecue joint. Inside, Luigi found himself presented with an enormous platter of ribs, brisket, pulled pork, baked beans, and creamy mac-and-cheese. The aroma was irresistible. His gut groaned, loudly protesting the overload, yet he couldn’t stop himself from diving right in.
He ate greedily, his gut swelling larger, tighter, heavier with each bite. He devoured the brisket, inhaled the pork, gulped down spoonsful of rich beans and creamy pasta, eating until his belly felt ready to burst. Sweat trickled down Luigi’s forehead as he leaned back, utterly stuffed and exhausted.
“BBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRPPP! Ugh, fuck,” he groaned weakly, one hand resting heavily atop his massive belly, painfully firm and distended beneath his palm.
Gio laughed approvingly, slapping Luigi’s gut with a heavy thump, making him wince and release another long, helpless belch. “Damn, cuz. I’m impressed. You’re practically American already.”
Antonio grinned, pride glowing in his eyes. “A true man’s appetite! Your father would be proud, Luigi!”
With no other choice, Luigi finally surrendered, unbuttoning his chinos completely beneath his enormous belly. The relief was immediate and intense as his gut surged forward, pushing outward even further, round and firm, fully on display- but Luigi was far too full to feel embarrassed.
Luigi was ready for a well-deserved rest as they arrived back home that evening. He thought, for just a moment, that he could finally collapse onto the couch, rub his belly, and rest.
But of course, the family had other plans.
“Alright boys, who’s ready for dinner?” Antonio took off his coat and slapped his firm, rounded belly. “Hope you got some more room, nephew.” He added with a laugh, before waddling toward the dining room.
Luigi froze, his already overstretched stomach giving an uneasy gurgle at the mere mention of food. Sure enough, the table was set as Nonna set down countless trays of steaming food.
“You didn’t think you were done for the night, did you?” Gio had that annoying smirk on his face as he clapped Luigi on the back, jiggling his overstuffed gut and earning a loud BBUUURRRRP from the Italian teen. “Big day deserves a big finish, am I right?”
The table was covered with another feast- just like the previous night. Not as extravagant, but still far from a normal family meal. Of course, Luigi had no say in what he would eat, Nonna made that clear as she sat him down between Nico and Luigi and ordered him to eat.
His body should have refused. His gut was already stretched impossibly tight as it pressed against the table’s edge, yet… the second the scent hit him- garlic, rosemary, and bubbling cheese -Luigi’s gut let out a loud growl of anticipation.
Dinner quickly became a blur for Luigi as he devoured plate after plate. The second he cleared one dish, another replaced it. Meatballs soaked in sauce. Roasted pork. Creamy risotto. Fried zucchini. Grilled eggplant dripping with oil. He tore through everything placed in front of him. And still, more came.
By the end of dinner, Luigi could barely breathe. His belly was monstrous—hard, full, gurgling and round like a drum. He let out a long, thunderous burp, slumping back in his chair with both hands cradling the massive swell.
“*BUUUUUUuuuuuuurrrrrrpppppp* Uuuuugh… fuck me…” he groaned, lightly slapping his big, sloshing belly to cox up another deep belch.
Up in his room, Luigi collapsed onto the bed with a heavy THUD, the mattress groaning under his newly added weight. His belly surged forward like a boulder, round and firm, rising and falling with each laboured breath. He moaned softly, rubbing lazy circles across the tight skin, feeling sweat bead along his stomach.
BBUUUUUURRRRP.
He let out another massive belch, his whole body jiggling slightly from the effort. His cock twitched again, rock-hard and straining inside his briefs.
Luigi’s phone buzzed, and he winced upon realising it was a video call from Isabella.
Eyes wide, heart pounding, Luigi scrambled upright with great effort, using a pillow to cover his belly. His face was still flushed when he accepted the call.
“Ciao, amore!” Isabella smiled, her pretty face filling the screen. “You haven’t called me all day!”
“Ah—scusi, Isa! It has been… very busy,” Luigi replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
“You sound tired. What have you been doing?”
Luigi laughed nervously, rubbing the side of his huge belly out of frame. “You know… sightseeing.”
“Well, you better be taking pictures,” she said playfully. “You still haven’t sent me any! I wanna see you.”
Luigi froze, glancing down at himself—bloated, sweaty, half-naked, and barely able to move. Panic fluttered in his chest.
“Y-yes! I will… send some soon. Promise!”
“Okay,” she said with a smile. “You better. I miss your face.”
“Miss you too, cara,” he said softly.
They said their goodnights, and the call ended.
Luigi slumped back in the bed, the pillow falling aside as his belly surged forward once again, glistening slightly in the dim light. He stared up at the ceiling, one hand resting on the curve of his stomach.
“What the hell am I doing?” he muttered to himself. “I cannot keep eating like this… I look like a… a cow!” Luigi felt his belly gurgle in protest as he stiffened another burp. This had to stop- he would burst if it didn’t! He would eat less starting tomorrow, Luigi decided as he rubbed a palm across the curve of his gut. Much, much less, and hopefully he would have control again. The thought put a smile on his face as the young Italian began to drift off to sleep… yet, the soft gurgles of craving that soon began emitting from his belly told a whole different story…
*** VIII ***
Luigi awoke to the sight of his swollen dome-like belly the following morning. It had shrunk a little overnight but was still firm and packed with the remains of last night’s gut-busting dinner. The tantalizing scent of breakfast quickly caught Luigi’s attention, making his belly growl instinctively.
Luigi, however, was persevering- and much to his word, stuck by his decision.
“No pancetta… no pizza… no… porco. Only… salad. Maybe some water.” he muttered, giving his gut a warning pat, before making his way downstairs.
The lively chatter of his family greeted Luigi as he entered the kitchen. Antonio, Gio, Rosa, Carmen, and Nico were all seated at the kitchen table, laughing and joking between bites of breakfast. Maria was patiently explaining, once again, how their new Nutrofoods cloning appliance worked to Nonna Lucia, who shook her head sceptically.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Antonio beamed, motioning enthusiastically for Luigi to join them. "Sit down, kid. Have some breakfast!"
Luigi hesitated, swallowing back the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of crisp bacon, sizzling eggs, fluffy pancakes, and buttery toast.
“Grazie… but no. I—I need to cut back. Just for today. My stomach… he is still processing last night.”
Everyone paused for a second. Luigi braced for the usual laughter, teasing, or guilt-tripping. But to his surprise, no one argued.
"You know what, Luigi? You're right. You've been a trooper. If you wanna ease up, no one's gonna force you." Antonio gave a warm smile.
Nonna Lucia simply looked him up and down, then nodded. "Va bene, caro," she said kindly, patting his hand. "You listen to your body. Nonna understands."
Luigi was startled at their sudden change of attitude, but accepted it regardless as he took a seat, feeling strangely lighter already.
Gio—oddly— didn't tease him or prod at Luigi’s belly. He just grunted, reaching for more bacon and eggs, pausing occasionally to glance at Luigi with an unreadable expression.
Luigi blinked. “You… are not going to mock me?”
“Nah,” Gio said, chewing lazily. “You do you, bro. Just don’t faint on us later.”
Antonio told Luigi between bites that they were going into Manhattan to show him the real New York; Times Square, Central Park, even the Empire State Building if they had the legs for it.
“And hey, don't worry- we'll take it easy on ya with the food today. No pressure.” Antonio held up a hand.
Luigi felt genuine excitement, ready to get the perfect photos he could post and send to his parents and Isabella- but first he had to find clothes to conceal the curve of his belly. This turned out to be a challenge of course, as Luigi found that even his largest clothes were still tight and struggling against burgeoning belly.
Luigi sucked his gut in just enough to clasp his belt and pants button shut, they dug into his waist despite being his biggest pair. He tugged his largest black button-down next, managing to button it all the way—though the fabric stretched visibly around his rounded middle.
"Damn," he muttered, looking down at his belly pushing outward beneath his shirt; round, tight, and proud. Luigi quickly threw a thick red sweater on, which did a decent job of concealing his rounded belly, making it look tight- but still passable.
“You better behave today, pancia,” Luigi muttered at his belly while adjusting the hem of his button-down, “Or I swear, I will starve you.”
“You look alright,” Gio was leaning against the doorway, showered and fully dressed. “Red suits you, bro.”
Gio’s tone was oddly considerate, lacking the teasing edge Luigi had grown used to.
"Grazie Gio,” Luigi eyed his cousin warily. “You’re acting… suspicious.”
Gio smirked but shrugged. “Can’t a guy let his cousin breathe a little?”
Luigi narrowed his eyes. “You’re planning something.”
Gio shrugged, avoiding eye contact, but Luigi could see in his face that he was masking something.
“Maybe,” the blond jock said, pushing off the doorframe. “Maybe not. Just enjoy the day. Manhattan’s got a lot to offer.”
The Manhattan tour was a whirlwind of sights and sounds as Antonio, Gio and Nico led Luigi to all the iconic landmarks there was to see. Luigi posed for countless photos- first in Times Square with its bright billboards and dazzling lights. Central Park came next, a sprawling green oasis filled with street performers, fountains and statues. They even stopped for touristy photos beneath the Empire State Building
"Smile big, kid!" Antonio grinned, snapping a few pictures as Luigi posed reluctantly near a ball-bellied street performer juggling bowling pins.
Everywhere they went, Luigi posed for photos, putting on his best smile while discreetly adjusting his sweater to hide the persistent curve of his belly.
But far more distracting than the sights were the countless food stalls lining every street; pretzels dusted in salt, giant donuts powdered with sugar, giant hot dogs sizzling, halal carts bosting spicy chicken and lamb platters- the varieties were endless.
Luigi swallowed hard as his stomach rumbled- not from genuine hunger, but from sheer habit. His body had spent the last two days being stuffed beyond reason, and now when he wasn’t even technically hungry, it wanted more, as if it had grown accustomed to constant intake.
"Stay strong, Luigi," he muttered to himself, chewing on a piece of gum to distract his overgrown gut.
Gio and Nico, however, were not making it easy. They eagerly dove into each cart they passed, stuffing their faces and moaning dramatically in pleasure as they ate. Gio was particularly relentless, rubbing his gut dramatically and belching loudly after every bite, each sound causing Luigi’s pulse to quicken just a bit.
“God, this city’s the best,” Gio chuckled, shoving another greasy pretzel into his mouth and belching unapologetically. “You can eat literally anywhere, at any time.”
“Yup. Unlimited food—right at your fingertips,” Nico added between bites. “You sure you don't want some, Luigi?" he teased, dramatically shoving the rest of his oversized pretzel dripping with cheese into his mouth.
"No," Luigi replied firmly, "I'm fine."
Gio laughed, shaking his head knowingly. "Alright, man. Suit yourself—but these chili dogs are calling my name."
To Luigi's horror, his cousins stopped at a vendor and confidently ordered ten triple-loaded chili dogs and large sides of mozzarella sticks- each. All Luigi could do was watch in disbelief as they began devouring their meals, moaning and burping loudly as sauce dripped down their chins and fingers.
"Mmmff—oh god, that’s good," Gio groaned, his mouth full of chili dogs—ten enormous, triple-loaded ones. Gooey cheese and thick chili dripped messily onto his tight shirt, which strained visibly with each bite.
"Jesus, Gio, slow down," Luigi muttered, feeling his resolve slowly crack as he watched his cousin devour everything in sight.
"Why?" Gio laughed, swallowing heavily before releasing a loud, resonant burp. He rubbed his gut proudly, his eyes locking onto Luigi’s with mischievous intensity. "Jealous, pizza boy? Wish you were this full, don’t ya?"
Luigi blushed fiercely. "No, I—" His stomach betrayed him with a loud, unmistakable growl.
"Your belly disagrees, cuz." Gio leaned closer as he moaned obnoxiously through another mouthful. "Mmmm- so BUUUUUurp good. You're missin' out, cuz."
By mid-afternoon, Luigi’s resistance was teetering dangerously. At an outdoor burger joint, Luigi watched helplessly as Gio and Nico inhaled greasy triple beef-and-bacon burgers stacked impossibly high with toppings.
"Damn, still BBuuuurrp got room." Patting his belly with an absolutely evil grin, Gio ordered ten MORE burgers just for himself.
Luigi watched on helplessly as Gio ploughed through the greasy burgers, each enormous bite making his football jersey grow tighter around his massive, swollen belly.
"Ohhh fuck, that's good," Gio moaned loudly, continuing to stuff burger after burger into his mouth until suddenly-
RRRRRIPPPP!
Gio’s jersey finally snapped open, seams splitting wide as his enormous, grease-slicked belly surged forward, squishing heavily into the table’s edge. Gio leaned back, proudly broadcasting a manly, thunderous belch directly into Luigi’s flushed face.
"BUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPP! Ooof, UUURP Ah, damn, that feels good. Gonna need Nonna to HIC sew this one up later.” Gio moaned obnoxiously, rubbing the tight expanse of his gut, his eyes sparkling with devilish amusement. He leaned closer, whispering huskily, "Bet you wanna HIC feel this full, don't you? Feels fuckin' amazing."
"Y-you’re disgusting," Luigi stammered weakly, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and reluctant desire. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I love seeing you squirm, cugino.” Gio leaned in, eyes sparkling mischievously as he wiped grease from his lips. “Admit it—you're turned on."
Luigi let out an involuntary whimper as he felt a powerful wave of arousal surge through him, his pants quickly tightening around his throbbing erection. Gio was right- something about this situation was turning him on more then Luigi wanted to admit.
By late afternoon, the tour had come to an end- and Luigi was ravenous. His belly rumbled urgently; the gnawing hunger now undeniable. He felt desperate, practically trembling as they climbed back into the SUV. All he could think about was food—rich, greasy, delicious American food.
They began the drive back through Brooklyn as usual- but Luigi realised something was amiss when Antonio turned onto a different street.
When Luigi asked where they were going, Antonio gave him a surprised look. “Have I not told you yet? Carmen got accepted into Yale the day before you arrived! We’re going out to celebrate the American way—with an all-you-can-eat buffet!
"All-you-can-eat?" Luigi’s stomach did a somersault as his heart pounded at the thought of yet another massive meal.
"Yup," Nico grinned eagerly, rubbing the sides of his belly. "We’re heading there now! We’re gonna get massive tonight, bro. You ready?"
Beside him, Gio leaned in again, his warm breath tickling Luigi’s ear. " Ready for another stuffing, pizza boy? Tonight’s gonna be the biggest one yet."
"I—I can’t," Luigi muttered weakly, though his voice lacked any real conviction.
Gio's lips brushed teasingly against Luigi's ear, his voice low and intimate. "You can, and you will. You know you want it, and I’m gonna make sure you're nice and stuffed by the end of it."
*** IX ***
They arrived at a fancy looking buffet and quickly found Maria, Rose and Carmen already waiting at the table, smiles plastered on their faces as the boys made their way over.
Luigi took a moment to gaze at the endless trays piled high with greasy, rich, decadent American dishes the buffet had on offer; mountains of fried chicken, ribs slathered in thick sauce, towering stacks of burgers, heaping trays of creamy mac and cheese, entire chickens and turkeys roasted to crispy perfection- the dessert area alone stretched out like a sugary paradise!
The sight alone made Luigi’s stomach growl as the urge to gorge began overpowering every ounce of self-restraint he had left.
"Welcome to paradise, pizza boy. Time to eat 'til you burst.” Gio leaned in close and whispered teasingly.
Luigi nervously followed them over to the buffet, eyeing tray after tray of steaming, glistening food. He attempted moderation at first, starting with a small serving of salad and a modest portion of fried chicken and potatoes.
"That's it?" Nico laughed, loading his own plate with a mountain of meat and potatoes. "C'mon, cuz. You starved yourself all day. Go big!"
“You’re in America now, Luigi.” Antonio clapped him on the back. “Salads for the side of the plate, not the plate.”
Gio leaned in close again, his breath warm on Luigi’s ear. “You’ve been such a good boy all day,” he murmured in a teasing voice. “You sure you don’t want just one slice of brisket? Or maybe three?”
Luigi flushed, heart thudding. “Maybe… just a taste.”
But by the time he sat down, his “one light plate” had become FIVE FULL PLATES overflowing with food, and "just a taste" quickly turned into a blur of complete gluttony.
Luigi tore through plate after overflowing plate, shovelling endless piles of ribs, chicken wings, rotisserie chickens, and slabs of buttery steak into his ravenous mouth. Each mouthful stretched his belly further, straining his already tight clothes and causing his gut to swell visibly outward, becoming rounder, tighter, and heavier.
"Mmmm… fuck," Luigi moaned, belching loudly between bites, his face flushed from the effort and pleasure of overeating.
Gio watched with mischievous glee, loading Luigi’s plate even higher. “C’mon, cuz, you got plenty of room,” he whispered flirtatiously, patting Luigi’s straining gut beneath the table. "Let that belly get huge—it’s fuckin' hot on you."
Luigi blushed deeper, heart racing as Gio’s teasing stirred something deep inside him. His appetite became insatiable. Soon enough, his slim-fitting pants were straining desperately against his massively swelling belly.
"Damn, Luigi," Nico chuckled, shoving another slice of pizza into his own mouth. "You sure know how to eat. You might actually catch up to Gio at this rate!"
Luigi responded with a loud, rumbling belch, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. His stomach was swollen to bursting, the pressure intense yet oddly pleasurable. Gio leaned closer, whispering flirtatiously, "C’mon, cuz. You can fit more. Let that belly get huge—it's hot on you."
Midway through another towering plate of creamy mashed potatoes and succulent pork ribs, Luigi’s pants finally surrendered. A loud, unmistakable POP echoed beneath the table as his button gave way, and immediately his waistband snapped open, his bloated gut surging forward freely. Luigi groaned in relief and embarrassment as his sweater rode up, exposing the now massive dome of his belly beneath. Moments later, each button of his slim-fit shirt gave in one by one, snapping off dramatically, leaving his enormous belly fully on display.
Luigi continued to stuff himself like never before as the table Infront of him stacked higher with dishes, the buttons on his dress shirt underneath his sweater finally begun to pop open one by one until only the bottom and top button were left, and with all the food he was eating, his sweater had ridden up high enough that it only covered the top of his enormous ball belly, revealing the tanned stretched skin of his massive beach ball belly through the gape in his shirt for everyone to see.
Gingerly, Luigi reached under the table and slowly peeled his briefs down past his hips, finally freeing the lower curve of his gut from their painful grip.
Gio leaned over beside him, shirtless and smug, his own belly twice the size of Luigi’s and just as proudly on display.
“Look at you,” Gio leaned closer, eyes gleaming with appreciation as he placed a heavy palm directly onto Luigi’s taut, overstuffed gut, giving it an admiring rub. " You’re massive, bro. I told you this would happen.” he teased seductively, voice dripping with approval. “Look how fuckin’ huge you are. Bet it feels good, huh?"
Luigi whimpered softly, his body trembling under Gio’s touch, painfully aware of how turned on he was by his cousin's teasing. "G-Gio…" he stammered weakly, overwhelmed by confusion and arousal.
Gio merely smirked, discreetly pressing his own massive, stuffed belly against Luigi’s side beneath the table. His lips brushed against Luigi’s ear as he whispered knowingly, "Knew you loved being stuffed. Looks damn good on you, Luigi."
Luigi let out a quiet gasp, his arousal undeniable as he shifted awkwardly, trying unsuccessfully to hide the obvious bulge in his briefs beneath the heavy curve of his gigantic belly.
About thirty minutes later and Luigi looked huge, completely immobilized by the sheer volume he'd consumed. His belly was stretched out impossibly large, firm and round like a tightly packed beach ball as it encased the mountain of meat and carbs he had gorged on. A mountain of empty plates and picked-clean bones sat piled high before him- evidence of just how much he had eaten- and it was more then Antonio, Nico and even Gio!
The bottom curve of his gut had slipped past his waistband, resting heavily on his thighs. His shirt hung open, clinging only by the top few buttons, completely unable to contain him anymore. His skin was flushed, shiny with sweat from the heat and the effort of eating so much. Luigi let out a long, thunderous burp, slumping back in his chair with both hands cradling the massive swell.
“Uuuuugh…” Luigi groaned, rubbing the peak of his belly with both hands. “Porca vacca, I feel like I swallowed a watermelon.”
Antonio chuckled, popping a fried shrimp into his mouth. “You’re doin’ great, kid. Almost look like a real New Yorker now.”
“I—” Luigi tried to sit up straighter, but a thick hiccup escaped his lips. His cheeks turned red. “I wasn’t even hungry…”
“Didn’t stop you,” Gio teased, leaning across the booth and tapping Luigi’s belly with two fingers. “You’ve got a natural gift, bro.”
Luigi swatted at him weakly, but didn’t really mean it. Gio smirked and leaned back, nursing a root beer float. His white t-shirt clung to his chest and round belly, a light food stain on the hem. His thick thigh brushed against Luigi’s under the table.
But the meal wasn’t over for Luigi yet- not even close.
Nico returned with dessert-four chocolate lava cakes, two slices of cheesecake, and a plate of cinnamon rolls. “Dessert round!” he declared, sliding them into the middle. “Let’s see who’s still got room.”
Luigi opened his mouth to protest, but Gio was already cutting into a lava cake, gooey chocolate spilling out like molten treasure. He scooped a bite, held it on a fork, and raised an eyebrow.
“Open wide, pretty boy.”
Luigi’s breath caught. “Gio-”
But Gio just smirked. “Don’t think. Just chew.”
The fork slid into his mouth, and the sweet warmth of chocolate exploded across his tongue. Luigi moaned involuntarily. His cousins whistled.
“Okay, okay,” he muttered between bites, cheeks flushed. “Maybe… one more.”
One became three. Gio fed him two more bites before Luigi grabbed the fork himself, groaning through dessert after dessert. Each sugary bite pushed his belly further out, stretching it tighter, tighter. His tank top rode high over the firm dome, exposing a patch of skin and soft dark hair.
By the time he finished the last cinnamon roll, he was dazed. His head lolled back, one hand massaging his stuffed middle, the other gripping the edge of the table for support. He belched—long, deep, and guttural.
“Merda… I think I’m gonna burst…”
Nico laughed. “You’re not done until your shirt gives out.”
As if on cue, there was a soft pop. One of Luigi’s shirt buttons had given up the ghost, pinging off and vanishing under the booth.
Gio burst out laughing. “Bellissimo. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
Antonio stood, stretching and patting his own round gut. “Alright, boys. Let’s waddle out before they kick us out.”
By the time they arrived back at the townhouse, Luigi was completely wrecked. His belly looked inhuman now—an enormous, stretched sphere jutting from his toned frame. His skin was flushed and glistening with sweat, and his belly button had popped outward into a pronounced outie, making Luigi blush as he waddled inside awkwardly.
Gio threw Luigi a smirk as he passed by, shirt still off, his own massive gut on full display.
“You good?” Gio asked casually, voice low.
Luigi didn’t answer—he just grunted and kept waddling, both hands cradling his belly as he ascended the stairs step by step, breath huffing through his nose. His belly sloshed from side to side and his hardened cock strained against the soaked fabric of his boxers. His mind was a fog of arousal and fullness, every nerve on fire.
Once safely in the bedroom, Luigi stripped down to just his stretched-out white boxer briefs, his belly bouncing free with a heavy fwump. The pressure alone made him moan. His skin was flushed, sweat glistening across his chest and belly. He collapsed back onto the bed, legs spread, hands sinking into the taut, overstuffed mound that dominated his frame.
“Porca vacca…” he whimpered, running his palms over the round curve. “I’m so big…”
His cock strained upward, rock hard. He couldn’t stop himself—one hand gripped his length while the other kept rubbing slow, hungry circles over his belly, feeling every gurgle and pulse beneath the skin. His breaths grew ragged.
Just as he was on the edge, the door creaked open again.
Luigi froze.
Gio stood in the doorway, shirtless, barefoot, his big belly leading the way. His blue eyes widened slightly—then a slow, knowing smirk spread across his face.
“Well, look at you,” Gio said with a low chuckle. “You didn’t even make it ten minutes, huh?”
Luigi tried to cover himself, blushing furiously. “G-Gio, I—I didn’t mean—”
“Relax, pizza boy,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “I get it.” Gio was suddenly sliding off his basketball shorts, revealing his thick thighs and straining jockstrap. “Look at me,” he said, moving to sit beside Luigi on the bed. “I’m feelin’ it too.”
He dropped beside Luigi, both their bellies jiggling slightly with the motion. Gio quickly released his own erection from its confines- and while Luigi tried not to look- he couldn’t help but appreciate his cousins’ thick 9-incher.
Without a word, both boys began touching themselves slowly, the atmosphere thick with arousal.
"Fuck, you're lookin' huge, your belly looks insane, bro,” Gio murmured, licking his lips as he stared at Luigi’s massive gut- and equally impressive cock. “I knew you'd give in eventually..."
Luigi blushed deeper, breath quickening. "Is... it's your fault," he stammered, voice heavy with arousal. "You… and all that damn teasing, Gio."
Gio chuckled, and leaned in closer, pressing his thick thigh and huge belly warmly against Luigi’s side. Their skin met—warm, slick with sweat.
Luigi whimpered softly, losing himself in the delicious pressure, the sensuality, the heat radiating from Gio beside him. Gio leaned in further and licked Luigi’s earlobe before whispering in a low, husky voice, "You look so hot like this Luigi… swollen, stuffed… enormous. Don’t deny it- you know you love it."
Luigi whimpered softly, his hips moving faster as he pleasured himself, deeply aroused by Gio’s words. “Fuck, Gio… it felt… feels… amazing,” he whimpered desperately, hips bucking involuntarily between strokes. "I wanna get bigger, Gio. I wanna eat so much my belly bursts out of every shirt."
“So you do love it, huh?” Gio teased, as both teens begun grinding onto each other. “The way it feels when you're this full? When your belly’s so tight it’s ready to pop?” Gio leaned in until their lips were practically touching.
“Y-Yes…” Luigi trembled, fighting the urge to kiss him then and there.
“Good boy.” Gio pulled back and licked a slow stripe up Luigi’s neck. “And guess what? You're only gonna get bigger from here. I wanna see you eat even more tomorrow… stuff that belly so full you can barely move. I wanna see you get fucking huge.”
Luigi gasped, shuddering with pleasure at the sensation of Gio’s warm breath and teasing words. Unable to hold it back, Luigi’s climax surged as he arched his back sharply, crying out as he came heavily into his boxers. Gio followed moments later, groaning deeply against Luigi’s neck, his own climax shaking through him.
For a long moment, neither spoke, simply breathing heavily and letting their hands lazily roam their enormously stuffed bellies.
“Merda…” Luigi whispered, dazed. “That was…”
“Yeah,” Gio said with a cocky smirk. “It was.”
Luigi sat up slowly, groaning as his belly sloshed forward into his lap. He stood with effort and waddled to the mirror across the room.
Luigi was enormous—his bellybutton an outie, the curve of his gut absurd… and yet, he couldn’t stop looking. It hadn’t even been three days, and Luigi was looking every bit as gluttonous, hedonistic and enormous as the men around him-
“Merda…” he stared at his swollen middle, “I really did get fucking huge…”
He slowly reached down and placed a hand on the curve of his swollen belly, rubbing it gently. His fingers lingered on the stretch marks forming along the side. His cock twitched again as he marvelled the change.
“You look hot, bro.” Gio chuckled, still sprawled on the bed. “You’re one of us, cugino. This is just the start, you know. You’re only gonna get bigger from here.”
A grin tugged at the corner of Luigi’s mouth as he the sentence replayed in his head. This was just the start- and there was no turning back.
"Yeah," Luigi rubbed his belly fondly, already imagining himself with a belly to match Gio’s. “…I think I belong here after all.”
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The cool night air did little to settle the fullness weighing heavily in Luigi’s gut as they left Antonio’s steakhouse. He could still feel the weight of the feast sitting heavy in his gut, stretching his stomach further than it had ever been before. He stifled a groan, one hand pressing lightly against his belly. He wasn’t used to feeling this stuffed—this full.
Antonio stretched his thick arms above his head and let out a satisfied groan, his massive gut jutting out proudly in front of him. “Now that was a damn good meal,” he said, rubbing a hand over the taut curve of his belly. “Hope ya enjoyed my restaurant, kid.”
Before Luigi could even process a response, Nico clapped a hand on his shoulder, grinning ear to ear.
"Yo, Luigi, we gotta hit Joe's Pizza next! You haven't really experienced Brooklyn until you've had a proper New York deep-dish pizza," Nico declared, practically bouncing with enthusiasm despite the feast they'd just had.
Luigi could only blink back in response, his own stomach still packed gurgling with the pounds of the steak and mashed potatoes they had just eaten. “You-you still have room?” he groaned, his voice coming out more breathless than intended.
Gio smirked, poking Luigi’s stomach teasingly. “What? You already full, model boy?” he taunted, his own massive belly stretching his jersey to its limits.
“Come on, kid! You’re in New York! You can’t leave without trying real deep-dish pizza.” Antonio patted his own round, imposing stomach proudly. “Besides, you’re a growing man! Gotta keep eatin’!”
“Yeah, don’t be a lightweight,” Gio teased, ruffling Luigi’s dark curls. “We’ll take it easy on ya, don’t worry. Just one or two pies. Three at the most.”
“Smettila!” Luigi huffed and smacked Gio’s hand away. He did love pizza, that was true- and if it was as good as they claimed… well, maybe one or two wouldn't hurt. Luigi groaned but with a reluctant nod, he let Nico and Gio pull him along, still trying to mentally adjust to the gargantuan portions that seemed completely normal here.
Antonio led the way towards a small, bustling pizzeria with a glowing red neon sign. The place was packed with big-bellied men slouching at tables and booths, their massive guts stuffed beyond belief. The scent of melting cheese, garlic, and fresh dough hit Luigi like a punch to the gut, but he couldn’t exactly complain. The rustic charm felt reminiscent of Rome to some degree- without all the big-bellied men, obviously. Luigi wasn’t sure whether it was hunger or just the atmosphere, but his resolve almost wavered as they entered the cozy, dimly lit pizzeria.
A burly, round-bellied chef at the counter greeted Antonio like an old friend and wasted no time showing them over to a large corner booth where Gio and Nico spread their legs wide, making room for their already packed bellies. Luigi sucked in a breath, adjusting his tight chinos as he sat down.
The moment they had settled in, a young waiter sporting a thick and slightly hairy round gut of his own approached with a grin. “Ah, Antonio! The usual for you boys?”
Antonio smirked. “Just a round of extra-large pepperonis’ for me and my boys- and bring my nephew here three of your biggest pies.”
“Make that four.” Gio interjected, smiling devilishly at Luigi.
“Che cazzo?!” Luigi’s eyes widened almost as quickly as his gut lurched. “Gio! You lie to me! You say 3 at the most!” he shrieked.
“I lied.” Gio shrugged simply.
"What?! No, no, I can't eat that much—"
“Nahhh, you got this,” Gio waved him off. “You already packed away all that steak, what’s a little more?”
The pizzas arrived steaming hot, the scent making Luigi’s stomach stir despite his fullness. One for Antonio, Gio and Nico- and FOUR for Luigi. The deep-dish crust was thick and golden, layered with gooey cheese, rich tomato sauce, and loaded with toppings. The slices were nearly two inches thick—unlike any pizza he had ever seen back home. How could Americans call this pizza?
Fighting against his preset biases, Luigi picked up the first hefty slice, stretching cheese between his fingers as he took a cautious bite- only to have a world of flavors exploded in his mouth. fresh, buttery crust, tangy tomato sauce, and layers of gooey, perfectly melted cheese. Luigi couldn’t believe he was EVEN thinking it- but this was easily the best pizza he had ever tasted.
“Oh, man,” he muttered, forcing the entire slice into his mouth messily, and reaching for another slice before he could stop himself.
Slices disappeared rapidly, one after another. His belly, already firm and round from steak, stretched tighter with each bite, but he couldn’t stop. Every time he paused, Nico or Gio pushed another slice his way, urging him on. Even Antonio leaned back in his seat, watching with amusement as his nephew packed away slice after slice.
"Told ya," Nico said between bites, his grin widening as Luigi reached for another slice. "See? Once you start, you don’t wanna stop."
Luigi let out another deep belch, his belly now stretching visibly against his black button-down. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the waistband of his slim-fit chinos digging into his bloated middle. Yet, despite the tightness, he kept going, his body craving more, his hands moving almost on their own as he tore through slice after slice.
By the time he reached his fourth full pizza, Luigi was beyond stuffed. He slumped back against the cushioned booth, his gut heavy, round, and packed to the absolute limit. His shirt strained, the buttons pulling taut, his normally flat stomach now swollen into a firm, food-stuffed dome. He rubbed it absently, letting out a low, satisfied groan.
"How… how did I eat all that..." he muttered weakly, belching quietly. "I think... I'm going to explode."
Antonio chuckled, nodding approvingly. "Now that’s a meal! See, Luigi? You’re a natural."
“Man, that hit so good.” Nico let out a deep, satisfied burp, his own belly was a thick dome of tight, stretched skin pushing out over his shorts. He glanced over at Luigi and smirked. “You feelin’ it now?”
Luigi couldn’t even speak. His stomach was so tight, so ridiculously bloated, he could barely take a full breath. Instead, he just groaned again, his hands rubbing slow circles over his overstuffed gut.
Gio, leaning back with a cocky grin, watched him struggle for a moment before reaching over and giving Luigi’s belly a firm poke.
THUMP.
Luigi grunted, flinching at the contact as he released another long, loud belch.
Gio chuckled. “Oh yeah. He’s feelin’ it now.”
Once Antonio had paid the bill, they began walking- or rather, waddling, back to the car. The short distance to the SUV suddenly felt a lot harder for Luigi. He moved slower, his belly swollen tight and heavy, pressing relentlessly against the buttons of his black shirt and the waistband of his chinos. He groaned quietly with each step, feeling utterly weighed down by the enormous amount of pizza packed into his stomach.
Luigi sank into the passenger seat with a deep, exhausted sigh- which quickly became a long, loud belch. Blushing furiously, Luigi threw a hand over his mouth as Gio and Nico burst into laughter in the back seat.
“Damn, bro, that was a good one!” Nico grinned, “You really are getting into the spirit, huh?”
“Heh, don’t hold ‘em in, kid,” Antonio laughed, slapping his own gut proudly as they began to drive. “Let ‘em out.”
“I- I did not mean to!” Luigi stammered as he rubbed slow, lazy circles over his bloated stomach, trying to ease the gurgling heaviness pressing against his belt. “I feel like I have eaten a... a whole elephante…”
Gio snorted from the backseat. “Elephante? You mean elephant, genius?”
“Yes! That! The big grey animal!” Luigi huffed, shifting in his seat as his stomach let out a deep groan of protest. He burped again, lower this time, his belly pressing hard against the waistband of his chinos. “Mio Dio… I am finished. I cannot eat another bite.”
Gio just chuckled from behind him, kicking back in his seat and folding his arms lazily behind his head. “Aw, c’mon, pizza boy, that was just an appetizer.” He grinned devilishly. “You’re just gettin’ started bro.”
Luigi shot him a tired glare. “No, no, no. I am finished. Finito. I will explode.” He let out another deep belch for evidence, his face flushing in embarrassment.
“Pffft, please,” Nico chuckled, patting his own belly, which had swelled into a thick, round dome beneath his hoodie. “You think that’s stuffed? You still got plenty of room, cuz.”
Luigi’s stomach gurgled loudly in protest, making him grimace. “N-no, I do not! Listen, even my belly, he is protesting!”
Luigi had barely finished the sentence when Gio leaned forward, smirking lazily. “Yo, Dad. We should hit up Big Belly Burgers on the way back. Luigi still hasn’t tried their triple beef-and-bacon burgers yet.”
Luigi’s tired, food-drunk eyes widened in horror. “No! No more food! I swear, I will die!”
Gio snorted. “Oh relax, Pizza boy. We just gotta make sure you try some proper American fast food before you go home.”
Antonio laughed, nodding in agreement. “Absolutely right. A few burgers won’t kill you, kid. Gotta experience the classics.”
In a matter of minutes, Antonio had pulled into the brightly lit drive thru. An enormous, illuminated sign featured an animated cartoon man sporting a massive belly, proudly displaying a burger dripping with cheese and bacon.
Luigi began to protest again, but was cut off by the deep, rich scent of sizzling beef and crispy bacon filling the car. For reasons unknown to him, his belly let out an unexpected rumble, which only made his cousins howl with laughter again.
Luigi gritted his teeth, his face hot. “No! It does not! he is lying to you!”
Despite his efforts, Luigi’s protests were futile as they reached the intercom and uncle Antonio ordered five extra large triple beef and bacon burger meals… for EACH of them.
“W-we’re each getting four each?” Luigi gawked at him, completely horrified.
“Relax cugino, you’ll survive.” Gio gave Luigi’s stuffed belly a firm pat from behind. “Just gotta stretch you out a bit more.”
A few minutes later, bags filled with massive burgers, mountains of fries, and huge milkshakes were handed through the window, each one practically overflowing and dripping with grease.
Antonio, Gio, and Nico dug in immediately while Luigi hesitated, staring at the monstrous triple-stacked burger in his hands. The thing was huge, layers of beef, bacon, and gooey cheese oozing out between the buns. His stomach clenched, already beyond full…
…And yet…
…his mouth watered.
One bite wouldn’t hurt… right?
The moment Luigi tasted the juicy beef, melted cheese and smoky bacon, he could barely hold himself back. One bite was followed by another- then two more- and before Luigi knew it, he was already through his first burger and fries. He knew he should have stopped there- he really did, but when Nico pushed a second burger into his hands… Luigi couldn’t refuse.
By the time he was on the third burger, he could barely breathe. His gut felt like solid stone, round and packed beyond capacity, pushing painfully tight against his black button-down. Despite the pain, the Italian knuckled down and tackled the 4th monstrous burger with full force, downing it in a matter of minutes. One last deep belch rolled out of his throat as Luigi shoved the last enormous bite into his mouth, swallowing heavily and collapsing backward into his seat, panting hard.
Luigi, dazed and impossibly full, could only stare blankly for a moment before a deep, loud BBBBUUUUUUURRRRPPP rumbled from his overstuffed belly. The car went silent.
“Yo! That was legendary.” Nico burst out laughing.
Gio smirked. “Nice *BUUUUURP* one bro.”
Antonio grinned. “That’s the sound of a true Nicol boy.”
“I… I think I will die,” Luigi wheezed. His hand rested heavily atop his massively swollen stomach, his shirt buttons now gaping open slightly around his navel while his belt dug harshly into his belly. With one final heavy exhale, he unbuckled it.
POP!
Luigi’s belly surged forward, pushing against his now-loose pants. Antonio grinned proudly from the wheel as Nico laughed, patting his own swollen orb. Gio leaned forward once again and gently poked Luigi’s impossibly round belly, eliciting another deep belch from the Italian teen.
“Oh yeah, you’ll be needing some *BUUuuurp* stretchy pants real soon, pizza boy.” He chuckled.
With the massive burger meals finished, Antonio continued on driving as the sun began to dip behind the skyline of buildings, casting the world around them into shadows. The SUV soon pulled up outside a brownstone townhouse, its windows glowing warmly in the cool night air.
“Benvenuto, Luigi! Welcome to your new home away from home!” Antonio turned off the engine and glanced at Luigi with a warm smile. “It’s a nice house, don’t you think?”
Luigi- who was barely holding it together, could only hiccup and groan in response as he cradled his massively swollen belly.
“Ugh… fuck me…” he muttered, struggling to climb out of his seat.
Nico and Gio climbed out after him, each patting their own stuffed bellies and grinning like they’d just conquered a challenge.
“Oh, by the way cuz,” Gio said casually as they began to climb out. “The family’s been cooking all day to welcome you. There’s a massive dinner waiting inside.”
“DINNER?!” Luigi blinked blearily at them, both hands resting under the heavy curve of his overpacked gut, trying to support the sheer weight of it. “No! If I eat more- I think…” he swallowed, his gut gurgling as it tried to process the ungodly amount of food inside it. “I think I might actually explode.”
“Bah!” Antonio laughed heartily as he locked the car and came around, his own belly stretching his polo taut, the massive round ball of his gut jutting out proudly. “You’ll be fine. Just a light dinner, I promise.”
“I do not think I will survive America…” Luigi groaned in despair, rubbing his taut belly as they walked up the steps.
** IV **
As soon as Luigi entered the bright, cozy-looking hallway, he was immediately greeted with chatter, laughter, and the rattle of dishes. The extended family had gathered- cousins, aunts, uncles, and a few neighbours too -and the moment Luigi stepped inside, he was bombarded with greetings.
“There he is! Our little Italian stallion!”
“Look at this boy! So handsome!”
“Ooh, he’s already got a little belly going, eh?”
Luigi was introduced to Rosa and Carmen, the middle daughters between Gio and Nico, and Antonio’s wife Maria- who was the first to come up and greet him. She had an easy-going charm about her, with her warm brown eyes and welcoming smile.
“You look more handsome than ever! Do you remember me? My, you and Gio were just boys when we first met.” Maria exclaimed, pulling him into a tight embrace. Luigi’s gut pressed firmly into her softer midsection, eliciting another deep belch from the Italian teen.
“Oof- Scusi, Aunt Maria,” he stammered, face burning with embarrassment. “It is, ah, nice to see you again.”
Maria laughed warmly, gently patting Luigi’s belly. “Oh, you poor thing! Antonio, look at him! He’s practically starving!”
Starving? Luigi looked down incredulously at the round, heavy curve of his belly straining his shirt to its limits. He was pretty sure "starving" was the very last word that he would use to describe how he felt.
Before Luigi could protest, an older woman stepped forward- Nonna Lucia, who was Maria’s mother, Nico explained to him earlier. She was a tiny woman with sparkling eyes and a playful, mischievous smile. She patted Luigi’s cheek affectionately before eyeing him critically from head to toe.
“This poor ragazzo is skin and bones! Far too skinny!” Nonna Lucia exclaimed, gesturing at Luigi with exaggerated concern. “We need to feed him immediately!”
Gio burst out laughing, thumping Luigi on the back as Nico smirked. “Yeah, Nonna, Luigi’s been starving the whole car ride,” Gio said cynically, poking his cousin’s swollen gut again. Luigi released another deep belch and glared at his cousin.
“I-I really cannot eat another bite,” Luigi pleaded weakly, but Nonna Lucia waved off his protests. He was led into the dining room, where he stopped and stared in disbelief at the massive feast laid out on the table.
Trays of golden, bubbling lasagna sat beside towering bowls of spaghetti, Ravioli stuffed with ricotta, fettuccine alfredo, and carbonara crowded the table alongside garlic bread loaves dripping with butter. There were several huge platters holding whole roasts and cooked chickens- and to top it all off- there was a whole roasted pig, its skin crisp and golden, sitting in the centre. It was an absolute feast, and Luigi’s gut let out a long groan, pleading for mercy.
“Alright, everyone, let’s eat!” Maria clapped her hands, and Luigi could only watch in shock as the entire extended family eagerly took their seats, the big-bellied men and boys not wasting a second as they dug in.
Luigi gulped as he slowly sat down in a chair beside Gio, his gut pressing firmly against the table edge as his black button down strained harder at the seams.
Luigi had barely opened his mouth to protest before Nonna Lucia placed a heaping plate in front of him. It was an entire slab of lasagna, the cheese still bubbling as it oozed between layers of pasta and thick, meaty sauce. Alongside it was a healthy portion of roasted chicken and ham, and mounds of creamy Alfredo pasta.
“I-I really don’t think—” he began.
“Nonsense! You’re a growing boy!” She pushed the plate forward.
Swallowing hard, Luigi gingerly began shoving a forkful of Lasagna into his mouth. The first bite was heaven—rich, savory, melting in his mouth. It wasn’t quite like the Lasagnas he had back home, but it was still incredible- and somehow, bite after bite, he kept eating until the plate was empty.
Before he knew it, another plate was being piled in front of him, followed by another. Luigi started with the meat, tearing apart the roasted chicken with his fork. His belly rumbled as the meat filled his stomach, so warm, so rich- then he began on the ham, biting into the juicy, fatty slices as he picked over a massive portion of creamy Alfredo pasta. His gut expanded more and more with each plate, filling his lap further as he tried to shift in the chair to make room- but that just made his pants cut into him more.
Antonio, Nico, Gio and the other men and boys were devouring food like unstoppable machines, their bellies rounding out further and further, but Luigi wasn’t far behind as Nonna continued piling more onto his plate, “Eat, eat, you need to bulk up!”
The meal seemed endless, and the food kept coming, steaming pasta, crispy veal cutlets, roasted meats dripping with juices. Each dish was rich, heavy, decadent, and despite the mountainous pressure inside his belly, Luigi kept eating. Plate after plate, forkful after forkful. He barely had time to breathe as his belly slowly pressed into the table, rounder and heavier by the minute. Luigi tried to slow down, but Nonna was suddenly beside him, and had begun carving the roasted pig, placing an entire leg and half a roasted chicken on a new plate for him.
Luigi let out a strained groan at the sight.
“Nonna… I don’t think I can—”
“Mangia!” Nonna ordered, crossing her arms.
Luigi immediately conceded and began shovelling the succulent meat into his mouth. He didn’t have room for more- his gut already felt stretched to its absolute limit, but Luigi knew there was no getting out of this, he just had to buckle down and EAT.
By the time he was eight plates in, Luigi’s breathing was laboured, and the poor Italian stud’s once slim-fitting black button down was practically painted over his firm gut, the taut skin of his belly peeking out as the buttons strained tight, ready to burst at any moment, but the waistband of his chinos was the most painful.
Halfway through his tenth plate, Luigi unbuckled it under the table with a POP, sighing with relief as his belly surged forward.
“Attaboy,” Antonio grinned.
By now, Luigi was starting to feel light-headed. His mind was hazy from the sheer amount of food inside him, but he didn't have a choice. He kept eating. The rich flavours, the warmth of the meal, the constant encouragement from his family—it was like a trance.
His gut stretched further, rounding out even more, pressing tighter against the confines of his struggling clothes as his thighs spread wider to accommodate the growing mass of his belly. With each plate he finished and each glass of wine he drunk, he let out long, deep burps, his face flushing red as the family laughed and clapped.
Nico, his hoodie fully unzipped over his own massively stuffed gut, belched loudly, grinning at Luigi. “Damn, bro! You really takin’ this to the next level!”
Gio, slumped in his seat, lazily rubbing his gut, let out a long, slow burp of his own before giving Luigi’s swollen belly a teasing poke.
THUMP.
Luigi grunted, flinching slightly as the pressure in his gut intensified.
“I—I think… I might be done…” he murmured, his voice hoarse and dazed.
Nonna Lucia waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense! One more plate— For good luck bambino!”
He hesitated, looking down at his overflowing, fourteenth plate—a towering pile of buttery, sauce-drenched pasta, thick slabs of roasted turkey, and another massive chunk of roasted pig with crispy, glistening skin. His gut gurgled weakly, stretched so taut and firm that even shifting in his chair was a struggle. Too scared to argue though, He picked up his fork and dug in.
Somehow, despite his gut feeling like it was ready to burst open, he powered through- and by the time he was done, Luigi could barely function. His gut was massive, jutting outward like a tightly packed boulder. His breath was shallow, his entire body slumped in his chair, his hands mindlessly rubbing slow, heavy circles over the sheer tightness of his overstuffed stomach.
And then—
“BBUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPP!”
A long, deep, thunderous belch rumbled from Luigi’s overfilled gut, echoing through the dining room for a good 10 seconds.
There was a moment of stunned silence, then a roar of laughter and applause.
Antonio, who’s round gut was stretching his polo shirt even further, was leaning back in his chair, let out a hearty chuckle. “Now that’s the sound of a man who just had a real meal!”
Luigi couldn’t even reply as he slumped back in his chair, his gut beyond stuffed, beyond full— it was a massive food-packed orb sitting in his lap. His shirt had completely failed at this point—two more buttons had popped off without him noticing, exposing the tight, stretched skin underneath. His pants- despite being unbuttoned -dug in painfully, the waistband biting into his swollen waistline, trapping the growing curve of his belly.
He looked at the table— at the piles of empty plates, the stripped turkey and chicken carcasses, the remains of the roasted pig, the pig’s head still sitting in the centre with an apple in its mouth, and for some reason, something about it made his breath hitch. Luigi didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt strangely horny.
Fortunately, Luigi’s gut jutted out in front of him enough to conceal his hard-on, but the wave of heat that rushed through him was unmistakable.
“UUUUUUURRRRPPP—Oh mio Dio…” Luigi whimpered, panting heavily as another long belch escaped him- sending a jolt of pleasure through his cock.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Luigi stood up- or at least, tried to stand up. The moment he staggered to his feet, the weight of his massive gut shifted, and he stumbled slightly as another weak burp slipped from his lips.
“Damn, kid,” Antonio stretched his arms overhead as he stood, before waddling around the table. Despite his big round belly- which was much bigger then Luigis -Antonio was able to help steady Luigi up by the arm. “Let’s get you upstairs before you pass out in that chair.”
Luigi groaned as Antonio pulled him up. His legs trembled, and he stumbled slightly as a loud hiccup forced its way up his throat. His entire body sluggish and unsteady under the sheer weight of his swollen belly- so impossibly packed that even gravity made it strain further.
“Whoops, easy there, champ,” Antonio chuckled, steadying him. “You’re carryin’ a lot of weight now.”
The family all patted Luigi’s belly as they passed, laughing and congratulating him on his performance.
Nico, waddling alongside him, nudged his shoulder. “Yo, bro. How’s it feel?”
“…Heavy.” Luigi said with a dazed, breathy groan.
** V **
With a bit of work, Antonio helped the overfed boy up the stairs and down the hall to Gio’s room- which Luigi would be sharing. With a chuckle and a pat on the back, Antonio left him to it, disappearing back downstairs to help tidy up.
Luigi could barely keep his eyes open as he entered the shared bedroom. His face was flushed, his breathing heavy, and his entire body felt sluggish, weighed down by the massive, overstuffed belly that now jutted out in front of him like an overinflated beach ball. His once-taut abs he had been so proud of were now stretched over the front of the heavy dome of food.
The room was a spacious yet cozy setup, divided into two halves—one for Luigi and the other for Gio. Luigi's side of the room was relatively neat, with his suitcase still half-unpacked by the foot of his bed. Gio's side, in contrast, was messy with clothes strewn around, sneakers kicked off haphazardly by the closet, and his gaming setup sprawled across a cluttered desk. Posters of basketball players and a few vintage band prints covered Gio’s wall, his desk was covered In various empty takeaway containers, and a tower of at least a hundred pizza boxes was stacked haphazardly beside his wardrobe.
Groaning, Luigi reached down and fumbled with the last remaining buttons of his ruined black button-down, peeling it off his sweat-slicked torso. His chinos were next, unzipped and loosened as he shimmied them down his thighs. The relief was instant as his gut surged outward further, , bulging heavily off his torso now. He shuddered slightly, feeling how tight and full it was, his belly gurgling softly from the sheer amount packed inside.
Now clad in nothing but his white briefs, Luigi stumbled toward his bed and all but collapsed onto the mattress. He landed on his back with a heavy thump, his gut jiggling slightly from the impact before settling like a firm, overfilled boulder against his torso.
UUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPP!
He let out a long, groaning belch, one hand instinctively pressing into the taut, rounded curve of his belly.
“Hic! Ughh… troppo pieno…” he muttered, rubbing slow, lazy circles over his stomach, his fingers tracing the slight layer of dark hair that trailed down his navel. Luigi had never eaten this much in his life. The sheer weight of his belly was unbelievable- it felt almost unnatural, the way it stretched outward, pressing against his thighs as he lay back. His breath hitched slightly as he pressed down, feeling the solid mass beneath his touch. Every part of his belly was firm, heavy, and packed tight, his skin stretched so smooth and tight that it felt almost foreign to him. How was he supposed to survive a month here?
Each rub, each slow press into his taut, rounded belly sent waves of heat through him, and before he even realized it, Luigi could feel his manhood throbbing, growing harder with every shift of his hands. His breathing became slightly uneven, his face burning as he let out a soft, involuntary moan. His gut felt impossibly heavy and sore- yet… it felt so good.
Luigi squeezed the soft underside of his belly, biting his lip as another deep, rumbling belch forced its way up his throat. He didn’t know why, but he was hard- rock hard -his briefs straining against his massive erection, and it left him both confused and flustered.
“What… the hell is wrong with me?” he moaned out, his fingers still tracing over the stretched, heavy curve of his belly.
Before he could dwell on it any further, the bedroom door creaked open and Gio swaggered in, kicking the door shut behind him. He didn’t say a word at first—just smirked as he peeled off his snug baseball jersey, tossing it onto the desk chair. Luigi’s gut was big, but Gio’s belly was HUGE- even bigger than it had been before dinner! It sat round and full in front of him, pushing outward proudly, his thick pecs and strong arms only making the roundness of his belly even more prominent. His skin was smooth and golden, and his permed blonde mullet slightly tousled from the long night of eating.
Gio chuckled and dropped his basketball shorts to the floor, revealing a tight white jockstrap that barely held his thick thighs, bubble butt and massive round belly.
Luigi’s breath hitched.
Not because Gio was undressing—but because Gio was sporting a massive 9-intch erection too.
The outline of his cock pressed boldly against the tight pouch of his jockstrap, twitching slightly with every breath. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Gio merely smirked, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. Luigi, still sprawled out on the bed, felt his face burn as their gazes locked.
“What?” he asked, his voice lazy and teasing.
Luigi’s face heated. “N-Niente.”
Gio chuckled, slowly waddling over to the desk and slumping down lazily into the chair. Without a word, he kicked his big bare feet up and leaned back, resting a hand on his ball gut. The scent of the night—warm skin, sweat, and the lingering aroma of roasted meat and garlic—filled the room as Gio let out a long, deep belch, rubbing slow circles over his fully packed gut.
*BBBUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!*
The burp rolled out lazily, almost relaxed, as if he had all the time in the world.
Luigi swallowed thickly, his pulse racing.
“Damn… I feel so fuckin’ full,” Gio stretched his arms behind his head, his belly shifting slightly with the movement, before casting Luigi a cocky, arrogant smirk.
Luigi blinked. “You… sleep like that?”
Gio grinned, placing his hands behind his head now. “Yup. Too hot to sleep with clothes. Plus, jockstraps gives the belly room to breathe.”
Luigi let out a small burp. “Your belly breathes?”
“Bro, look at it.” Gio lazily ran a hand over his bloated gut. “This thing eats for two. It deserves some respect.”
Luigi rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the way his gaze lingered. Gio’s belly looked… proud. Heavy and powerful, stretching his waistband down so low it practically hugged his hips. He looked like a resting lion. Cocky. Unashamed.
“Feels good, huh?” Gio finally said, his voice smooth and teasing.
Luigi hesitated. “W-what do you mean?”
Gio chuckled, giving his belly a few slow, appreciative rubs.
“I mean,” he continued, his voice low and casual, “being this *HIC* stuffed. Being this… big.” He dragged his fingers lazily over his overfilled gut, watching as Luigi squirmed slightly on the bed. “You feel it, don’t you? That heat? That weight? That tight, stretched-out pressure in your *BUUAArrrpppp* gut? Does things to a man…”
Luigi could barely breathe. His stomach was so full, so painfully tight, but Gio’s words sent another pulse of heat through him, making his cock throb again.
“I… I don’t know,” he murmured, his hands still absentmindedly caressing his belly.
Gio simply chuckled. “Yeah, you do.” He rubbed his own stomach again, letting out another slow belch, before continuing. “Happens to me every time.”
Luigi blinked, his face still bright red. “Every time?”
Gio shrugged. “Yeah, man, with a big belly like this?” He patted his stuffed, taut stomach, letting out another deep belch before licking his lips. “How can you not? It Feels really fuckin’ good. And when you’re this *BUUuuurrp* full, this stuffed, this completely packed…” He sighed, patting the side of his belly. “It just… happens. Makes most dudes pop boners frequently.”
Luigi shivered slightly, his fingers still lazily kneading his own stretched belly.
For a few minutes, they sat there, the quiet only broken by the occasional low gurgle or deep belch. Both of them still rubbed their guts absentmindedly, lost in their own fullness.
“…I feel fuckin’ huge,” Luigi admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I'm not used to such feasting.”
Gio smirked. “You are bro. And this?” He gave his belly another firm slap, the heavy thump filling the room. “This is only the *Buuuuaaaapppp* beginning. Here, it's gonna be non-stop feedin' for you, cugino. Now that you've got a belly to feed, you'll be getting as big as me *burrrp* in no time. Nonna will make sure always eating and packing it in. Give it a few weeks and you're gonna be stuffed and packed 24/7, with a huge ball gut hangin' out in front of ya all day, every day. Just you wait and see.” Gio let out a low, rumbling belch, his hand resting on the side of his taut, firm, swollen belly.
Luigi groaned softly, shifting his hips. His cock throbbed at the thought of eating every day like this, of his belly stretching bigger, bigger, bigger until it jutted out like an overfed boulder. His skin stretched further, rounding out in front of him, firm and packed tight with food. He couldn’t even imagine what that would be like- but at the same time, he desperately wanted to.
Gio chuckled, leaning back in the chair as his own manhood continued to swell, throbbing hard beneath his jockstrap. “Better get used to it, bro. This is the life now.”
Luigi, still dazed, still far too full to think straight, let his eyes drift closed. And as he drifted into a deep food coma, his last thought was simple:
As Luigi stepped off the plane at John F. Kennedy International Airport that afternoon and into the embrace of New York, the first thought that came to mind was just how bigger, louder and busier everything here seemed to be then back home in Florence. People rushed past everywhere he looked, and voices blended into the air all around him.
Wearing a black fitted button-up, slim-fit chinos, a silver chain necklace and a pair of sunglasses resting on his curly black locks, Luigi stretched his arms after the long flight. He had barely slept—being too wound up with excitement—and now that he was finally here for the first time in the USA, a thrill buzzed in his chest. Now that he was finished with his studies and ready for a gap year, Luigi’s parents had been very insistent that he go to America to visit his uncle Antonio and meet his family, something Luigi was more than happy to do. It meant he wouldn’t see his beautiful girlfriend Isabella for a month or so, but he had promised to call her every second day.
The young Italian stud’s spirits remained high as he glanced around the airport terminal, taking in his surroundings as he made his way toward customs- and that was when he started noticing it.
At first, it was subtle. A man in a business suit walked past him, his belly was stretching the buttons of his shirt- but it had a roundness that looked unnatural, as if he were pregnant. Then Luigi spotted a younger guy ahead of him leaning against a wall. He too had a massive belly jutting out like a firm, stuffed ball, round and tight against his stretched hoodie. He rested one hand on top of it while tapping his phone with the other, his stance casual, like he was used to carrying that much weight.
Maybe they just had big lunches? Luigi furrowed his brow but kept walking.
But as he moved through the airport, Luigi kept seeing more and more of them, and by the time he reached baggage claim, the Italian teen was starting to feel like he was in another world. Nearly every man he saw- regardless of age, size, or walk of life… they were all sporting unnaturally big, round bellies. Some men sported smaller, firm-looking guts, while others had beachball-like stomachs so large that their bellies jutted out prominently, their shirts burst open or riding up to expose the smooth, taut skin of their midsections.
Luigi couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, or maybe American portion sizes really were exaggerated. Luigi knew Americans tended to be quite big, but he didn’t think they’d have bellies the size of overinflated beachballs! The weirdest part of all was that none of them seemed embarrassed by it- if anything, it seemed… normal?
Luigi shook his head as he quickly sat down and pulled out his phone to check his messages.
“Traffic is crazy. Be there soon. Hang tight!” read the latest message from Uncle Antonio.
Luigi sighed, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag as he manoeuvred through the automatic doors of the airport and onto the sidewalk, where the late afternoon sunbathed the city in a golden glow. New York was just as loud and fast as Luigi had imagined, as he took in the sounds of taxi drivers shouting and the hum of honking cars. But as his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw something else-
More men with huge, rounded bellies.
He saw it everywhere— most men in the crowds around him had big round bellies too, going about their afternoons like nothing was wrong. Another rather weird thing Luigi noticed was that most of these men weren’t actually overweight- it was only their bellies that were big, round and bulging out, making them like they were pregnant.
Luigi barely had time to process the oddity before he bumped into someone—a stocky taxi driver leaning against his car, puffing on a cigarette. The man was in his fifties, with a full head of short, dark grey hair and a thick beard. but the most striking feature was his enormous gut, which rounded out in front of him like a perfectly stuffed beach ball. He was wearing a yellow polo shirt that barely seemed to cover his round, hairy bump- which Luigi had collided right into.
“Whoa there, kid!” the driver grumbled, steadying himself. “You in a rush or somethin'?”
Luigi's face burned with embarrassment. “Mi dispiace! I-I mean, sorry!”
The driver looked Luigi up and down, flicking his cigarette away. “Wow kid, you’re one tall glass of water. You look like ya just stepped out of one of them cologne commercials.” he chuckled as he rubbed his large gut, “You a model or somethin’?”
Luigi couldn’t help but blush a little. He was used to people complimenting his appearance, he was fairly attractive after all, with olive skin, dark eyes and a handsome, boyish face. His lean, muscled body was sculpted to perfection thanks to years of hard work at the gym, and his curly jet-black hair only added to his good looks.
Depiction of Luigi
“Oh… um…” Luigi responded. He'd almost forgotten to say anything at all; he had been too caught up staring at his belly.
“You're not from round here, are ya?” The driver squinted. “Lemme guess, a tourist in New York for the first time? You speak English?”
“I-I, yes... Si, I speak English.” he spoke a little hesitantly, his accent coming out heavy. He'd always spoken English well, but the accent sometimes made him seem less fluent seeing this man’s unusually big, round belly had caught him a little off-guard. “I am just a student from Italy.”
“Italian huh? Figured as much. The driver grinned. “So, you here on holiday, kid?”
“Yes… for a month to stay with my uncle’s family.” Luigi replied subtly. “New York is a big city. It is very beautiful…” Luigi tried to hold his tongue, but curiosity got the best of him. “But, uh… scusa, I have to ask. Why do so many men here have-”
The taxi driver let out a sudden belch that made Luigi jump. “Oof, ‘cuse me, just came from a BIG buffet Lunch, couldn't help myself.” he patted his stomach which let out a long gurgle, “My appetite is getting’ bigger by the day. You were saying something, kid? Big city, full men? “You mean the Big Belly Movement?”
Luigi frowned. “…Big Belly Movement?”
The taxi driver grinned. “You must’ve heard of it. Ever since President Crain took office, Things’ve been changin’ real fast. Food’s dirt cheap now, thanks to some company called ‘Nutrofoods’, the culture’s different now too. Men all over this great country eat like kings now because of em’! A full belly is a sign of a full life.” He adjusted his yellow polo over his round gut. “You’ll see soon enough.”
The driver was right. Back in Florence Luigi had heard talk of this ‘Nutrofood’ business that had swept over the USA, but no one had paid much attention to it. His mother had claimed it was just another one of those trends. Clearly, that wasn’t the case...
“So, this is normal now? Men just… getting bigger?” he inquired.
“Hell yeah! Ain’t it great? A real man oughta have a belly to match his appetite. You’ll get used to it soon enough, kid.” He said, giving Luigi a knowing grin. “Give it a few weeks, and you’ll be sportin’ a nice ball belly like the rest of us.”
“I-I don’t think so.” Luigi frowned slightly.
The driver only laughed, his belly jiggling with the motion. “They all say that at first.”
Luigi opened his mouth, unsure of how to respond, but before he could find the words, a familiar voice called out.
“Luigi! There you are!” A deep, familiar voice boomed over the crowd. Luigi turned and saw no other than Uncle Antonio, making his way toward the Italian teen.
Antonio had always been a large man, but Luigi's eyes widened at the sheer size of his gut. It was huge— impossibly large— but still firm and muscular, as if it was packed with solid muscle. It jutted out in front of him like a tightly packed medicine ball, his own shirt stretched taut over its impressive roundness.
“Uncle Antonio!” Luigi exclaimed as his uncle’s strong arms wrapped around him in a crushing hug.
“Good to see you, Nephew!” said Antonio as he embraced Luigi tightly. “Wow, you have grown! And you are a handsome young man too! I'm sure the girls in your school are very happy!”
“Yes, Isabella my girlfriend is.” Luigi laughed as they separated, “You don't look so bad yourself, uncle,” he added, trying not to look at his big ball belly.
“Welcome to New York my boy! We’re glad to have you! Don’t worry about anything. Just eat, enjoy, and live.” Antonio turned suddenly, “Gio! Nico! Get over here now and say hello to your cousin!”
A moment later, Luigi’s cousins Gio and Nico made their way forward. The last time Luigi had seen them had been when they visited Florance a few years ago. Both Gio and Nico had looked ordinary back then- but now, like Antonio, both boys were also sporting huge bellies that bounced with each step, their tight shirts riding up to expose their smooth midriffs.
“Ah, and these two knuckleheads are my boys- Nico and Gio.” Uncle Antonio nodded. “They came to visit in Florence about four years ago. You remember them, right?”
“Yo, Luigi!” The younger of the two was Nico, who was about fifteen years old. He had olive skin, brown eyes, a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, and the same dark curly hair As Luigi. Nico grinned and slapped Luigi’s back. “Welcome to New York, cuz! Good to see you again, man!”
Luigi barely had time to react before Nico pulled him into a quick hug. Luigi felt the sheer firmness of Nico’s gut pressing into his abs, and he had to stop himself from staring. Nico was wearing low riding Jorts, a pair of white Nike socks and yellow Crocs, and a grey hoodie that barely covered a third of his belly.
“Good to… Er, see you, Nico,” Luigi said, pulling back with a polite smile. “You’ve, uh… changed since I last saw a picture of you.” he said, unsure of how to phrase it.
Nico patted his belly with a chuckle. “Oh yeah, man. We all have. But you’ll get used to it.”
Luigi turned towards his older cousin now. Gio was the same age as Luigi but had a slightly different air about him- a cool, cocky, and self-assured Aura. He was a little taller than Luigi, with a belly nearly as big as Antonio’s. He had fairer skin, blue eyes, and a striking blonde permed mullet. A diamond earring glinted in his right earlobe as he adjusted his backward black snapback. Gio’s expression was unreadable, but he had the slightest smirk playing at his lips.
“So, we meet again, ‘the famous cousin from Italy’” Gio remarked, looking Luigi up and down. “Damn, you really do look like a model or somethin’.”
Luigi chuckled awkwardly. “I get that a lot.”
Gio merely crossed his arms over his chest, which pushed his rounded gut out further. His baseball jersey- clearly a size too small, barely covered half of his stomach, while his basketball shorts were loose and hung low on his hips. He was also barefoot, which caught Luigi by surprise.
“You are not wearing shoes?” Luigi asked, blinking.
“Nah, can’t see my feet with this big ol’ thing in the way.” Gio replied lazily, patting his gut. “So, I don’t bother with ‘em.” Gio looked Luigi over again. “You’re gonna be fun to mess with,” his gaze lingered for a moment, “Bet you won’t be so lean after a few weeks with us.”
Luigi blinked, caught off guard by Gio’s boldness. “I… uh.”
Antonio laughed heartily, slapping a heavy hand against Luigi’s back. “Ah, don’t mind Gio. He just likes to tease. But he’s right, you know. You’ll be eating like a king while you’re here.”
Nico nudged Luigi’s arm. “Speaking of eating dad, when are we gonna hit up a restaurant? I’m starving! I haven’t eaten in nearly an hour!”
Gio stretched his arms over his head, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Yeah, I could go for a big feast right about now. I only ate 2 full lasagnas for brunch. Not nearly enough.” he added offhandedly, “I got a massive appetite to fuel.”
Antonio smiled proudly at his boys, placing a hand on his massive gut. “Then it’s settled! No better way to welcome Luigi than with a proper meal.” he looked down at Luigi, “Don't you worry, we'll feed you up and put some meat on those bones soon enough!” he said with a chuckle as he gave his nephew's rock-hard abs a light tap with his hand.
Luigi wasn’t particularly hungry- his stomach wasn’t even growling, but something told him that skipping a meal wasn’t an option here. Seeing all these men with massive bellies was quite overwhelming, but the excitement of being in New York and seeing what it had to offer seemed to outweigh his uncertainty. Luigi had always been open to new experiences... maybe this was just another aspect of American culture he would have to adjust to.
With a deep breath, he smiled and nodded. “Alright, let’s eat.”
*** II ***
The city skyline gleamed in the mid-afternoon sun, towering above them as the sounds of honking horns and bustling streets filled the air. Luigi settled into the passenger seat of his uncle’s massive black SUV as they pulled out of the airport parking lot and merged onto the highway toward Brooklyn. Antonio, seated in the driver’s seat, had adjusted his seat far back to accommodate his impressive girth, his belly pressing comfortably against the steering wheel. Meanwhile, Gio and Nico sat in the back with their legs spread wide, their large guts resting heavily on their laps.
As they weaved through traffic, Luigi caught uncle Antonio up on everything going on back home in Florance; how collage was going and how the family was, his older brother’s wedding and how his father’s law firm was going. The casual flow of conversation made him feel at home, even if he still felt alienated by this strange new belly trend.
Luigi tried hard not to stare at his uncle’s belly as the conversation turned to life in the USA since his uncle had left Italy 20 or so years ago. Luigi learnt that he had even opened his own restaurant.
“It’s the best damn steakhouse in Brooklyn!” Antonio beamed with pride. “You’ll see it soon enough. And you, my boy, are gonna eat like you’ve never eaten before.”
“Yeah, dad’s place is famous,” Gio smirked from the backseat as he stretched his arms behind his head. “Best steaks, best pasta, and best portions. No one leaves without a big, full belly.”
“Clearly,” Luigi joked, smiling a little nervously as he glanced between Gio, Nico and Antonio’s prominent bellies.
“Man, Luigi, you have no idea how pumped we are to have you here!” Nico added, “We’re gonna take you to all the best spots in New York.”
“Exactly right, Nico!” Antonio replied, steering through traffic with one hand, the other casually resting atop his round, imposing belly. “Your father would never forgive me if we didn’t make sure you got the full experience Luigi. Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens- we’ll show you everything, kid. And don’t you worry- we'll feed you like a king. By the time you head back to Florence, you'll barely recognize yourself!”
Luigi chuckled softly, glancing at Antonio’s impressive gut again. The thought both intrigued and unsettled him slightly, but his uncle's warmth and friendliness quickly set him at ease. Antonio had always been an easy-going man, someone who made everyone around him comfortable.
“Haha sì, okay.” Luigi laughed off the unease again. “My Father was right, Florance really is a lot quieter than here. Less… uh, food-focused too.”
“Not for long,” Gio, who had been mostly quiet up until now, finally spoke up, leaning back with his arms behind his head. “Once Nutrofoods gets a hold of Europe, you’ll see.”
“Nutrofoods… that’s the company everyone keeps mentioning?” Luigi thought back to what that taxi driver had been saying to him before.
Gio explained that Nutrofoods was a company that had become renowned for specializing in socialized mass food production through cloning. The new young, charismatic, and handsome President Crain had been the CEO before he got elected, and now he had made it his mission to make food affordable. Now the company had a monopoly on all food production in the USA, making food so cheap that men could afford to eat like this all the time.
“It’s the reason you’re seeing all these guys walking around with guts bigger than beachballs.” He patted his own stomach for emphasis. “You ain't gonna find a man in this country who isn't sporting a nice, big gut.”
“So, Nutrofoods… they make food cheaper, people eat more, and grow huge bellies?” Luigi reiterated, absorbing the information. “And… people are just okay with this?”
“Are you kidding?” Nico laughed. “Everyone’s into it now! It’s like a status thing. A big, stuffed belly means you’re living good. It’s encouraged, y’know? Real men eat. Real men grow.”
Gio leaned in slightly, his smirk widening. “And trust me, once you start, it’s hard to stop. You’ll see what I mean soon enough.”
“And, like, no offense, bro,” Nico cut in, twisting around in his seat to glance at Luigi’s still-flat stomach, “…but you’re lookin’ a little underfed. We gotta fix that. today, you’re gonna eat like a real man.”
Luigi swallowed and glanced down at his own trim frame, unsure how to respond.
The SUV rumbled to a stop outside a lively Brooklyn steakhouse, the golden glow of the neon sign reflecting off the windows. The scent of sizzling meat wafted through the air, instantly making Luigi’s stomach grumble despite not feeling particularly hungry before. Above the entrance, a bold sign read: ANTONIO'S STEAKHOUSE – HOME OF THE BIGGEST PORTIONS IN BROOKLYN!
Luigi turned to his uncle, eyes widening. “Uncle, this is your restaurant?”
Antonio grinned proudly as he stepped out of the car, his large belly bouncing slightly with the motion. “That’s right, kid! Best damn steakhouse in New York, if I do say so myself. And tonight, you’re getting the full experience!”
Gio and Nico had already hopped out of the back, stretching before rubbing their guts in anticipation. “Oh man, I’ve been dreaming about this all day,” Nico groaned, licking his lips. “I’m about to do some serious damage.”
Luigi was hit by the smell of sizzling meat, smoky barbecue, and roasted garlic as they made their way inside. The restaurant was packed— and just like at the airport, nearly every man in the restaurant sported a massive belly. Some sat leaning back in chairs, rubbing their round stomachs after their own heavy feasts, while others were still actively devouring plate after plate of food with impressive enthusiasm. Waiters, carrying massive trays of sizzling meat, moved swiftly between tables, refilling plates as fast as they were emptied. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional deep, satisfied belch.
“Boss! Back again already?” one of the waiters, a broad-shouldered man with an impressive gut, grinned as he stepped forward to Antonio.
“Of course! Got my nephew visiting from Italy, so we’re giving him the full experience,” Antonio declared proudly, gesturing to Luigi.
The waiter eyed Luigi up and down, nodding approvingly. “Oh yeah, we’ll get some meat on those bones in no time.”
They were led to a private booth near the back. It seemed spacious enough- but even so, Antonio, Gio, and Nico had to adjust themselves slightly, spreading their legs and leaning back to accommodate their growing bellies. As soon as they settled in, the same waiter arrived with a platter of hot bread rolls and a bowl of creamy butter.
“Alright, boys, you know the drill,” Antonio said, rubbing his hands together. “No limits. Eat until you can’t move.”
What followed was nothing short of a spectacle. Plates upon plates of meat were set before them—succulent ribs dripping with sauce, thick slabs of steak, crispy fried chicken, piles of sausages still sizzling. Luigi watched, half in awe, half in horror, as his uncle and cousins tore through their food at an almost inhuman rate.
Antonio took down an entire rack of ribs with ease, licking the sauce off his fingers before moving on to a mountain of brisket. Nico leaned back slightly, adjusting his hoodie as he shovelled forkfuls of steak into his mouth, his belly already starting to push against the table. Gio, the cockiest of them all, ate while smirking at Luigi, slowing down only to belch loudly before diving back in.
“Damn, this is hittin’ so good right now,” he moaned, taking a hefty bite of a burger. “Bro, I could eat forever.”
Antonio laughed heartily, slapping his gut. “C’mon, Luigi,” his he urged, nudging a plate toward him. “Don’t just sit there—eat!”
Luigi hesitated, then picked up his fork. He begun on a reasonable portion—a steak, some chicken, and a side of mashed potatoes. The flavours were incredible, the smoky richness of the meat almost intoxicating as he shoved forkful after forkful in his mouth. Everything tasted so good- the potatoes were fluffy, the streak was rich, buttery, and perfectly seasoned. He took a few bigger bites. Then a few more. Before Luigi realized it, he was beginning on his second plate. Something about the atmosphere—the sizzling meat, the deep satisfaction on his cousins’ faces, the way their bellies pushed against their clothes—made him pick up his fork again. With his second plate done, he barely gave a second thought before diving right into his third plate.
The food was good. The richest, most flavourful cuts of meat he had ever tasted. Each bite left him craving another, the warmth of the meal settling comfortably in his stomach. He wasn’t sure if it was the atmosphere or something else, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t stop when he felt full.
Plates kept arriving, and Luigi kept eating. Every time he thought he was done, Gio or Antonio would pile more food onto his plate, and he’d find himself taking another massive bite. The warmth of the steak, the buttery softness of the mashed potatoes—it all blended together in a delicious, overwhelming experience. He wasn’t even sure when he started loosening his belt, but at some point, he realized his black chino pants felt restrictive, and He looked down, eyes widening slightly. his normally flat stomach had rounded out slightly, the fabric of his slim-fit black button-down stretched just a little more than before. He stifled a small groan, rubbing a hand over his slightly rounded stomach.
“I think I overdid it.” Luigi groaned and leaned back slightly, breathing heavier, feeling the weight in his gut. He exhaled, letting out an unintentional belch of his own, which made Nico laugh.
“Atta boy, Luigi!” Antonio let out a booming laugh and clapped him on the back. “See? Told ya, kid. That’s the sound of a man enjoying his meal.”
As they rose from the table and began to leave, Luigi quickly came to realise just how snug his clothes had become. His slim-fit black button-down clung a little tighter, and his chinos no longer felt loose. The Italian teen belched again as he pressed a hand against his swollen belly, feeling just how big his gut already was… and something told him this was just the beginning...
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Here at you all with a brand new story who's main character MAY or MAY NOT be based off a certain handsome Italian collage student from New York 😏😙
Jimmy's jaw dropped when the new boss walked into the office. Even with his shirt, tie and dress pants on, he still recognized the big, fat chub straight away. What a night they had had together a few months ago, meeting up at the older man’s place: the unveiling of that enormous, wide, soft butt and the way he’d let Jimmy play with his giant belly and tits! Even now, the memory of it was getting Jimmy hard.
“I hear I’m joining a very dynamic team,” Stuart announced to the gathering he had assembled. “I’m sure we’re all going to get along great. I expect a professional attitude at all times, and that’s all you’ll ever get out of me,” he promised, sounding strangely like a politician. His eyes caught on Jimmy’s, although it was clear that the recognition wasn’t quite there. Oh, how massive his gut looked in that tent-like white shirt! His rear, a masterpiece of blubber! What had his profile said he’d weighed? 450lbs? It certainly wasn’t a pound less. Why the hell hadn’t Jimmy organised another sexy night with this beautiful, lardy beast?
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.
Jimmy's jaw dropped when the new boss walked into the office. Even with his shirt, tie and dress pants on, he still recognized the big, fat chub straight away. What a night they had had together a few months ago, meeting up at the older man’s place: the unveiling of that enormous, wide, soft butt and the way he’d let Jimmy play with his giant belly and tits! Even now, the memory of it was getting Jimmy hard.
“I hear I’m joining a very dynamic team,” Stuart announced to the gathering he had assembled. “I’m sure we’re all going to get along great. I expect a professional attitude at all times, and that’s all you’ll ever get out of me,” he promised, sounding strangely like a politician. His eyes caught on Jimmy’s, although it was clear that the recognition wasn’t quite there. Oh, how massive his gut looked in that tent-like white shirt! His rear, a masterpiece of blubber! What had his profile said he’d weighed? 450lbs? It certainly wasn’t a pound less. Why the hell hadn’t Jimmy organised another sexy night with this beautiful, lardy beast?
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.
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"Here's the deal," the attendant started off while you settled into the mysterious white room, "you can have as much as you want but this is a one time offer, when you step out that door," he muttered something under his breath "if you can," "that's it, so make sure you have your fill."
With that two unremarkable assistants slammed two cases of naked silver cans on the table in front of you. The man continued, "Each of these cans are expected to permanently increase your muscle mass by 10lbs, with an average activation time of only a few minutes. Drink cans one at a time waiting for the full effect before consuming another, simultaneous consumption has not yet been tested. You may monitor your progress via the readout on the wall."
You glance up at the red 4-digit readout displaying 135. In the momentary silence you feel a cold rush through your thin body as your senses finally have a chance to process your naked self, clad only in a pair of excessively baggy stretchy white shorts provided by the facility.
"If you need any more…" 'More?!' quick math says there's hundreds upon hundreds, possibly even 1000 pounds of potential muscle mass on the table in front of you if their claims are accurate, 'how could anyone need more?' He gestures to the door "…or experience any other problems, use the intercom. However, when you are satisfied, simply press the red button on your table and you'll be taken to the outpatient center for evaluation and reintegration."
"So, any questions?"
You were stupefied, unable to process your current situation even in this stripped down environment with just you, these cans, and three, wait, three buttons? "What's that other button by the door?" you ask.
"Don't worry about that, that one will only activate for lab staff such as myself," he remarks wiggling the fingers on his raised hand to illustrate his point. "Now, if there isn't anything else, I will let you get to it."
It took you a number of minutes to do anything after he left you alone in the room. You just sat frozen staring out in front of you. Finally, once you caught up to reality, you slowly reach out for a can. You feel it in your hand, it's warm, room temperature maybe. You had expected it to be cold despite not having any reason to think that. Perhaps it's the fact that you normally guzzle cold energy drinks out of such cans. You look down at yourself, taking note of your featureless body before taking a hard gulp. "Well, here goes nothing."
It's not unlike your familiar drinks, the potent flavor likely covering up other more acrid notes just like their energy-inducing counterparts. It feels weightless in your stomach, your body eagerly soaking up the contents of the can like a sponge. You sit for what feels like an eternity waiting for the promised effects to materialize, in reality waiting just a few minutes as promised for them to do so.
All over your body you feel a fizzy eagerness as your muscles show themselves for the first time in your life. A faint outline of pecs is joined by the top row of a six pack as your limbs take on similar definition. "Holy shit," is all you can utter. Fearing a hallucination you glance up at the readout pleased to see it confirm your visions, now displaying 145. Without hesitation you grab another and in just another moment you're bigger yet, already starting to look like a gym rat. During the next can you take a different tactic, instead watching the readout with burning intensity as it crept up. This cycle continues for another half hour, not that you can tell for sure, only being able to measure passage in increased pounds, not minutes.
As the display lands neatly on 225lbs, you realize that glued to the readout, you haven't even glanced down once in five or six cans. When you do… my god. 'Who is this bodybuilder sitting in this chair and how am I looking out at the view of such a physique?' you playfully think to yourself. You bring your bulging arms up in front of your chest and flex, in a flash bringing them and your pecs alive with tension. You moan in pleasure, joking to yourself, "Good thing these shorts are white." Speaking of, your quads are starting to take up ample space in the once comically baggy shorts.
Coming to grips with your already wildly transformed body, you glance over at the still mostly full case of cans and its full companion, and ponder for the first time just how far you want to take this. Honestly, you thought this trial was all a big joke, but you could walk out of here now to a completely different life. But do you want more?… do you need more?
Anything more would surely be outrageous, a much different life even yet. Your recluse life would surely be out the window with you carrying any more muscle than you already are… but heck, even now you're past that, 'people will be noticing this,' you think as you give yourself a quick flex 'and honestly the reason for noticing ain't at all bad.'
With a renewed fervor you decide to dive back in and let yourself feel out a stopping point. You soon find yourself falling back into the same cycle, its predicable outcome leading you into a stupor. You make adjustments here and there as you feel your range of motion change as your muscles swell, but unrelenting mass filling up your view does not trigger any sort of reaction. The numbers on the readout steadily tick up but soon lose their meaning. Only when you go to grab another can from the first case and come up empty are you drawn out of your trance.
Twisting your mighty chest, you peer over your pecs to stare in shock at the pile of cans on the floor to your left. You turn back to the readout… 615. For a moment you're speechless. Your eyes, darting down to realize exactly what that number meant on you, are immediately met by… not much, but so so much at the same time. Dominating your lower vision is a pair of pecs larger than you've ever seen capped to the sides by a pair of equally awe-inspiring deltoids. You're scared and frustrated by not being able to see anything else. "A muscle-growth factory like this can't spring for a mirror?" you lightheartedly, but also annoyingly, remark to yourself making note of your sexy new bass as it rumbles through your chest. You raise your monolithic arms to a double-bicep hoping to at least catch a glance of them. Though not as easily as you'd have hoped with your delts crashing into your face via the pose, you're rewarded with the sight of massive biceps each out-sizing your head twice over covered in a network of pulsing veins.
The last vestige of your rational mind for a moment returned your focus to that number… 615. That's batshit insane, what on earth have you done? You feel the weight of your unseen mass pressing on and out of you at every moment. You slowly writhe your arms and legs feeling just how much you've limited your movements. Your hands and feet have less of a chance of meeting at this point than an all too obvious catfish and their mark. 'Surely this is enough?' you think as your eyes drift to the red button.
But yet, mere inches away, the other case. Against all reason, you reach for another, ready to be once again whisked away into muscled lust.
The test being well over a couple hours in, the attendant takes this moment to check in. He's pleased by what he sees. "Well, well, well, looks like our little muscle pig is well on his way… hmm he's starting to have a little trouble drinking." He notes that his biceps and pecs are starting to restrict his ability to reach his mouth before continuing, "to be seen if he'll tap out or adapt. Session continues, 3h 13m and 29s." With that he flips the monitor back off and continues about his work.
This time you're snapped back by a splash of the precious drink hitting your face. As it snakes down your cleavage you take a beat to figure out what just happened. Preparing again for a glug you feel your tilting head firmly stopped short as it hits your overgrown traps. Attempting to counteract by bringing the can closer is stopped by a paradoxical meeting of your muscles as your attempt to push closer is only met with the opposite outcome. The can is stopped firmly once your arm is fully flexed, causing yet another splash to dribble out.
Shifting your attention, the numbers on the wall come into focus… 775. This time though, there's no reflection or doubt. Instead your mind is filled with another concern. There's so many more cans, but at this rate you're not going to be able to reach many more to your waiting lips. Your one track mind resolves to slam as many as possible in an attempt to beat the pace of the growth. Lowering your grip on the can you down it, following it up with another in your left hand. Over and over, continuing to adjust your grip as the growth kicks in until you can't even reach only pinched between your index finger and thumb.
You let out a thunderous belch as you throw the empty can to the ground. In the distance the numbers on the readout creep up, this time faster than before. The fizzy feeling amplified exponentially. Feeling a sudden urge to know what's coming you lean forward in an attempt to see over your pecs to count how many cans are left, but your abs and quads aren't giving you much range. The far end of the case comes into view as you see them, only two cans left. Just then, the admittedly formidable chair you were still perched atop finally gave up the ghost. As you slam to the floor, the once sturdy metal frame is neatly flattened by your 825lb-and-climbing twitching muscle mass of a body.
Shaking off the shock, mostly metaphorically at this point, you struggle to process the simple math, putting more focus into simple subtraction and multiplication than you did in the 2nd grade. '48 minus 2, minus 16… 30 cans… times 10… 300! plus 775…' "One-thousand and seventy-five!" you yelled to no one. "But it could be ninety-five," you say as you lock eyes with the last two cans. Your new lower seating position left you with an ever so slight chance of being able to reach them, but your vision was quickly being enveloped fully by your burgeoning pecs. Blindly you flail around, rocking the table with your powerful movements, hoping to reach one.
At this moment the attendant decides to tune back in. "Oh my, seems like someone has overindulged!" he quipped to himself, "what's wrong big guy, can't reach the button?" taking pleasure in another subject's unchecked desires overwhelming them. On his assumption he started making his way back to the room to come to his aid and assist in discharging the 1000lb+ mass of a man.
Opening the door he starts "It looks like someone needs some…" but he's not met with the sight he was expecting. There you are, against all odds with a can in each of your sturdy hands. Raising them up you stop short more than a foot above your head. Effortlessly you crush them simultaneously as the last drops of the miracle elixir trail down your face, ricocheting off the trough between your pecs, down to your buried mouth. In a frenzy of snorts and coughs, you suck it all down, letting out a guttural roar when finished.
"My bad, seems I've misjudged… and that you've defied the rules." Lightly stepping further into the room, his smile only grows as he speaks, "Well I suppose I should tell you, I did fib on that one, we have tested that little feature of our formula and found that it triggers two-fold… I don't imagine that was the first time you double-fisted today, so where are we, about 1,500lbs?"
Expecting a reply, you try your darndest to do a final bit of math, at his point peeved to be taking your attention away from you still expanding body. 'If the last cans double up… that means…' "1,395" you declare, your mighty bass muffled by your growing pecs, marking the last words to pass out your lips unimpeded.
"My, my, quite the glow up, or shall we say blow up?"
All you could do now was sit as mobility quickly finished escaping you. The feeling of the mass that you were, the mass you were still to become was overwhelming. Just above the crest of your pecs you watch the readout continue to click up. To your sides, your arms are now perpetually in your periphery propped up high not by their incalculable might, but by plain lack of space. You can't see, but you can feel the sheer area your glues and quads were taking up on the floor, the latter splayed far apart by the girth of themselves and by your growing gut, itself just now meeting the ground, your bottom set of abs feeling the cold tile. Buried deep below, your cock lets out an endless spring of cum fueled by the testosterone flowing through every inch of you. Wracked in pleasure, you finally let go of the remains of the crushed cans, falling, they bounce off your forearms on the way down.
"I must say. That was quite a display of dedication. I don't think we've ever seen someone get so creative with their consumption. I take it that you'll be wanting some more, hmm?"
He didn't wait for a reply.
"Well then, let's move onto the next phase then."
With that, he presses the third button. Like in a movie, you watch as the roof of the room lifts up and the walls fall to their sides, revealing a much larger, warehouse-sized room just as sparse and brightly lit as before, if not more. The table and mess of empty cans are whisked away as a machine tips you forward to remove the remnants of the chair and long-tattered shorts from your powerful cheeks.
"I honestly wasn't pegging you for one of our more advanced applicants, kudos!" he said feeding a flexible plastic tube through your pec valley to your mouth. "Now, just like before… just say when." With a flick, the tube filled with that same fizzy serum.
"Oh, almost forgot!"
He places a headset over your eyes. The image flickers on and at first you don't recognize the unusual shape. But then it dawns, it's you! Finally you can see yourself, and what a sight you are. But before you're able to really appreciate, the image zooms out to the full size of the room. 'Oh no, I'm so small!' you suck harder on the hose.
Gym Gamer Bros: After being gifted a rare game, two gym bros grow into fat gamers.
X-Men; Days of Future Fat: After going to the past to save the world, Wolverine returns to the present with a much heftier body than he remembers.
Disguised, Part 1; Part 2: A cop transforms a man in order to give him a chance to escape the county jail.
Your Majesty: Two young men break into an abandoned castle and are turned into the castle's inhabitants after touching their belongings.
Hefty Sentence: A young man is given a fattening sentence after assaulting a police officer.
Infected Waters: A fattening disease infects a couple after they take a swim in a dirty pool.
Oscorp Burger: A desperate Green goblin targets New York with a fattening gas in hopes that it would increase the sales of his new fast food company.
Shredders New Goon: Bebop and Rocksteady come to collect your debt, but money won't cut it anymore so they turn you into an animalistic goon just like them.
Dadbod: A man is finally ready to become a father as him and his husband's bodies grow into fatherhood.
Preston's 21st: Inspired by Fattystoriez. A young man attempts to reconnect with his biological father, only to discover his family's fatty traditions.
Bigger and Better X Men: In an attempt to strengthen mutants, Magneto accidentally dooms all mutants to an obese fate.
Nice Throw; Part 1; Part 2: A football team is sabotaged before their big game, turning them into obese versions of themselves.
Just Like Them: In the apocalypse, you're cornered against a horde of obese men who want nothing more than to make you just like them.
Big Bears Beer: A Twinkish model gets booked for a beer commercial and grows into the role.
A Dad's Brew: Two young men buy some beer from a creepy old guy, quickly growing in age and in weight as they become beer lovin' dad's.
Somethings in the Water: Team captain takes on a coaching role for his newly fattened team after drinking some spiked water.
X Factor: Wolverine is in for a rough time while investigating the sudden fattening of Cyclops.
Corporate: A rich party animal is forced to take on a job at his father's company, turning him into a fat and complacent office worker.
Hiking Clothes: Man transforms into the original owner of his newly acquired hiking clothes, before gifting his clothes to the next man he comes across.
Careful What You Wish For; Mark 1, Mark 2: A mischievous genie transforms some naive men into much fatter and older versions of themselves.
How to Deal With the Cops: A criminal spreads a fattening virus around the local police station.
Carrier: A mosquito carrying a fattening disease bites a man during a hike. Comes with 5 alternative stories.
New Salesman: Man shows up to buy a new horse for his ranch, but is transformed into a fat salesman.
American Tourist: A tour guide mistakes a British man for a fat American, but he's no longer mistaken by the end of the tour.
Step Daddy: A young man transforms his stepdad into a horny bear.
Jealousy, Jealousy: Jealous army recruit transforms his overachieving roommate into a fat lazy slob.
Tag You're Fat: Frat bros play a fun game of tag you're fat, where you transform into fat slobs when tagged.
Just One of the Boys: A young man hitchhikes with a group of rowdy older men on their way to a fishing trip, but he slowly becomes more and more like them until he joins them on their trip.
Sculptor: Artist sculps a man's body in his image of beauty.
Family Business: Young man doesn't want to take over his family business, but he changes his mind, and body, rather quickly after grabbing the keys.
Gamer Dad: Man becomes a dad like he always wanted, at the cost of his waistline.
Coach's New Uniforms: Team captain despises their new obese coach, but his new uniforms change the team's minds and bodies.
Whale Beach: An envious man brings his coworker to Whale Beach with the intent of turning him into an obese slob, but the plan doesn't go exactly as intended.
Fit to Fat to Fit: A couple is sad about becoming fat in their thirties, so they hire a trainer and make him fat so they can all lose the weight together.
Forced Popping: Man uses a 'popping powder' to make another man obese, but the man tracks him down and returns the favour.
Fat Transference: A dad uses his power to transfer fat between himself and others to ruin the career of his sons college rugby rival.
The Ex-Jockifier: A football team is gifted the 'ex-jockifier' which one by one transforms them into fat and loyal football players.
Road Rage: A group of reckless drivers transforms an angry driver into a fat slob.
Muscle Transformations;
Jockifier: A desperate college student transforms his professor into a dumb jock, hoping it would save him from failing the class.
Colt Men's Magazine: A closeted college student turns into a hairy hunk of a man, becoming the subject of his favourite gay magazines.
Awaken The Beast: A beast of a man entrances a gym goer, awakening his inner beast and turning him into a muscled hunk.
Boss' Side Hustle: A rookie police officer becomes a ripped wrestler after finding too much about his boss' side Hustle.
Sports Car: A depressed gym goer becomes a rich cocky gym bro after entering the wrong car.
Bodybuilder Expo: After a charming encounter with a bodybuilder, a young construction worker is transformed into a hunky bodybuilder.
Father of the Group: The most reserved guy in the group transforms into a father figure for the friend group.
You Look Like Your Father: After joining the football team, the young man is transformed into his football prodigy father.
Spreading Leather: A leather clad cop arrests you, slowly turning you into a soldier with the sole purpose of spreading leather.
Special Perfume: A sketchy guy offers you a perfume with promises of muscle growth, with a few insignificant side effects.
Lumberjack: A young man tries to escape his family's lumberjacking business, but one trip to the hardware store changes his mind.
The Trailer: You dare your friend to break into a creepy abandoned trailer, but the man who exits the trailer is unrecognizable.
Pretty Eyes: Your manipulative boyfriend transforms you into his ideal man.
Handlebars: College freshman starts to become more like his older jock roommate than he thought.
Star of the Show: The assistant of an asshole billionaire accidentally activates a machine that turns him into a hunky bodybuilder.
Coach's Emergency Line: The team's benchwarmer activates the coach's emergency line when he doesn't show up for their game, transforming him into the coach.
Under New Management: A white man shows up for an interview to become the new manager of an Arab-owned gym. He's shocked to find out he got the job, soon becoming the proud Arab owner of his gym.
Love, Lust, and Leather: Two cops are transformed into gay leather daddies.
Fat and Muscle Transformations;
The Show Must Go On: Three young men break into a Halloween festival before it opens and are subjected to Halloween themed transformations.
Gym Dad: After a recommendation from your doctor, you get a membership at a gym that is guaranteed to help you gain weight.... Among other things.
High Stakes DnD: A group of men panic to finish their campaign as the dungeon master transforms them into altered versions of their characters.
Click: A group of young men find a reality warping remote that transforms them into the future versions of themselves.
Military Entertainment: After being kidnapped, you are transformed into the greasy manager of a military strip club.
Twisted Valentines: Cupid transforms two couples at the request of a mysterious man.
A Large Pair of Swim Shorts: A group of men find a comically large pair of swim shorts on the beach, but one of them grows into them after putting them on as a joke.
New Years Resolutions: As a new family tradition, you write down three new years resolutions and watch your reality change to match them.
Avengers Assemble: A group of young men grow into their costumes after being invited to an avengers themed Halloween party.
Prom King: A man desperately tries to lose fat before his high school reunion, but his body pays the price.
New Recruit: A young man is transformed into a biker gang's latest recruit.
Beach Bears: Two young men make advances towards a pair of older women at the beach, in response the women transform them into two hunky gay bears.
Haunted: A couple tours a house they want to move into, but the ghosts of the previous owners possess and transform their bodies into their own images.
Bear Darts: College student transforms all of his profs into hunky bears using darts he bought online, but soon gets the favour returned to him.
Giants: Man is kidnapped by giants and transformed into one of them.
Gainers Roulette: Six darts, four increase muscle mass, and two increase age and fat mass. Will you risk it for a better body?
Malleable: Human is transformed many times to test the human body's flexibility.
Hot Coaches: College student imagines his coaches transforming into stronger, fatter, and hotter versions of themselves.
Spiked: Man is starved of attention from his roommate, so he spikes his drinks with a fattening powder to make him less likely to hook up with other guys, but the plan somewhat backfires.
Midas Touch - Prologue: Three men discover they have transformative powers after a car accident.
Inside Out: The app that transforms the outside to match the inside. Mo - Elijah - Blake and Will
A Collection of Link Transformation: A series of four short stories where link from the Legend of Zelda is transformed into other Zelda characters.
Mysterious Potions: Two men break into their boss's evil lair and drink random potions they find inside, transforming them into miscellaneous things.
A Dad's World: A man reports his findings of a disease that has transformed almost every man on Earth into various classes of 'Dads'.
The Distributor: The god of time, Chronos, uses the distributor to transfer traits including fat and muscle mass, height, race, and age between all of the gym goers.
Below are the stories with their descriptions to access them easier, click on the underlined text and it'll take you to the Ao3 page with that story! The ones towards the bottom are older whiel my newer ones are at the top, enjoy!
Elvis Eats: Elvis Presley is a world-renowned star, and also a gluttonous man. Cocky attitude meets money and fame meets odd eating habits all to join together and aid in the expansion of this man's waist. What's really going on in this man's mind as he grows worryingly obese and sexier than ever. Gainer fic of Elvis Presley.
Tate's Big Stuffing: The red haired twins Bryan and Troy decide to have some fun and tie up Tate to feed and fatten him like a pig. The fatter Tate gets the more useful of a play toy for the twins he'll be. Read to find out how the twin boys fatten the teen up and how they have fun to quench their horny minds.
Willy Wonka and The Choclate Loving Boy: Augustus Gloop wins a golden ticket to the the grand re-opening of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory but the gluttony of Augustus catches Willy's eye during the tour and things begin to get exciting and erotic for the both of them.
Zach's Fattening Summer: Zach's Fattening Summer- Zach had waited so long for this trip so he could finally devour so much and be the glutton he wanted to be, but he won't be fattening up or be fattened up on his own. Follow Zach on his adventure of trying to get fat.
From my bedroom window I could see right into their backyard. It was a mom, dad, and two kids, and boy was the dad a hunk. I had just moved in and it was summer time, which meant they were always out by their pool, which in turn meant I was often at my bedroom window. I know this sounds a bit creepy, but this man was gorgeous.
He was maybe about six foot, with broad shoulders and dark hair. His hair was short and his face always covered in stubble, sometimes almost a beard. Dark hair spread across his chest and belly. Not a rug, but just enough to run your fingers through. He had light skin but was tan from all the summer fun. The best part though, was his stomach. He wasn’t fat by any means, but certainly packing on the pounds. He stomach was soft and maybe about ten or twenty pounds overweight. Miniature love handles had begun to form above his board shorts. When he sat down it was obvious he was a little chubby, as a distinct fat roll formed.
On this particular day he was just watching the kids play, stretched back in a lawn chair with a beer in his hand. I admired his gorgeous body from afar and felt myself getting hard. Eventually, one of the kids, a girl, got out and tried to drag her dad into the pool. She yanked at his hairy arms but his body, and beer gut, stayed motionless. After a little begging he scooped her up and jumped into the water, causing a huge splash. After some giggles and laughs he climbed out of the water- a sight to behold. The pool water slipped off every hair on his body. The laced up board shorts had slipped down a little revealing dark, rebellious, pubic hairs. He pulled his shorts up while adjusting his crotch. I was so turned on it was ridiculous.
A little bit later he sent the kids in and began to barbecue, shirtless. I was once again glued to my window. He took great care of the food, focusing on the seasoning and how it was cooking. I was entranced as the steam circled around his curvy form. The way his body moved as he breathed was mesmerizing. His thick chest heaving up and down, barely visible under a layer of fat and hair, I soon was stroking myself. About midway through he leaned back, nose in the air, eyes closed, and gave his belly a slow rub. This was too much, I was about to blow. He opened his eyes and to my horror we made eye contact.
I quickly ducked down incredibly embarrassed. Could he tell I was jerking off? Would he confront me? Should I say something next time I see him? I went to bed with these thoughts rushing throw my head, along with images of his tanned body growing bigger and softer.
The next morning as I was taking the trash out, he came running towards me. Oh god, I thought. Don’t look at his body. Don’t seem pervy.
“Hey my name’s Kevin. My wife and I are having another barbecue tonight if you’d like to join us”
“Oh,” was all I could manage to say.
“You don’t have to come I just figured-“
“No, no I’d love to come.”
“Great be over at 6, wear swim trunks.”
“Great, see ya.”
As he walked away I admired the tight jeans hugging his plump, rounded ass. A skin tight T-shirt rode up a little on one of his small love handles. My cock was stiffening and I rushed inside.
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Eat up sexy boy. Dad needs you bigger. Don't want you getting skinny on me. Swallow that down for me. You become more and more mine with every added lb of muscle and fat I put on you.
University was really fucking expensive, Noah had quickly realised. Between paying for his halls, food and all the surprising little costs of living away from home, his student grant was rapidly dwindling, and he was starting to worry about making it last until reading week, nevermind the next payment after Christmas - he'd gotten a bar job, but even with that it was hard to make ends meet. Parents, teachers, older friends had all warned him not to spend all of his money going out, but chance would be a fine thing.
"Daddy told me that he's literally not going to give me any more money!" Noah's flatmate Cissy wailed at Becca and Will, two of his somewhat more financially fortunate new living mates. "He said that eight hundred a week should be enough, but I told him that he just doesn't understand what it's like to budget!" Noah bit his tongue and focussed on buttering his toast while keeping an eye on his pan of baked beans.
Becca nodded sympathetically. "They just absolutely do not understand what it's like to be working class students like us," she told Cissy sagely.
"Does this mean you can't buy us coke tonight?" Will asked, the concern clear in his voice.
This only made Cissy cry harder. "I'm not thinking about fucking coke right now Will!" she cried. "I don't even know if I can afford brunch tomorrow!"
"I could probably try and get some ket?" Will suggested.
"You know I can't have ketamine Will!!" Cissy yelled. "I'm a fucking aquarius! Obviously I don't react well to ket!" She buried her face in her hands and wept. Noah poured his beans onto his toast and gathered his cutlery. He considered topping his meal with some cheese, but decided it was too much of a luxury right now.
"Besides," Becca said as Noah began to take his meager dinner to his room. "Ketamine reminds me too much of my horse Diana, so I'll be far too sad to do any."
The door closed as Cissy comforted Becca about the dear departed Diana. Noah let out a sigh. He wished he had a "daddy" who would "only" give him £800 a week. He laughed as he sat down at his desk and looked for a show to watch on his laptop. He'd remembered earlier that week when some of his mates were saying they'd have to look for sugar mummies and daddies to make it through the term. He'd joined in laughing at the time, but the prospect was starting to look less and less absurd as the term went on and his finances dwindled.
He paused, wondering. He knew sugar daddies existed of course, but he couldn't quite convince himself that there really were older men out there just waiting to give someone money.
After a while, his curiosity got the better of him and he pulled out his phone. How to get a sugar daddy he typed in. He was surprised how many websites and apps there were. Surely the idea wasn't really this popular? He clicked on a couple of links; they all seemed to cater for older men looking for young women. He tapped his search bar again and added gay to his search. The first result was an app called The Sugar Bowl, advertising itself as the UK's premier gay sugar dating app. He downloaded it. He had to entertain himself somehow, he supposed, while all his flatmates were out getting drunk and high - a luxury he just couldn't afford.
The app was asking him to make a profile. He quickly tapped in all his details, chose a username and clicked next, giving short, vague answers for any that needed more than basic information. Photos next; he scrolled through his phone looking for some good recent photos. He appraised himself as he scrolled - he was a bit of a catch, if he did say so himself. Just over six feet with naturally broad shoulders, with a handsome face and a strong, square jaw. The vivid ginger hair on his head was mirrored on his chest and trailing down his stomach, a shock of orange against his pale, freckled skin.
He finished his profile and was immediately shown a man who was at least eighty. A bubble of text at the bottom of his screen informed him he could "Ask for a taste" or "Carry on looking at the menu", and only the men he selected would be able to message him. Noah rolled his eyes and tapped the cross. The man's profile whisked itself away and was replaced with another.
Now this was more like it - mid-40s maybe, salt and pepper hair, bit of a gut but Noah didn't mind that necessarily. His fingers moved to tap the tick before he noticed the short blurb of text below the photos: Discrete! Married with children, but would love to add you to the family. Noah cringed and rejected him.
The next one wasn't too bad. Bald, a nice square face, pictures showing him dressed in sharp suits in what looked like various cities across the world, and, to Noah's surprise, a screenshot of what looked like a banking app, all of the details removed apart from the dizzyingly large balance. Noah tapped, accepting him. Nothing happened - presumably he'd have to wait for a match or for the man to be notified before he'd get a response.
He spent a couple of hours idly swiping through profiles. It was almost like a game, really. He was surprised to find how handsome he found some of the men; he'd never really considered himself attracted to older guys before but there was something about some of them. He particularly appreciated some of the dad bods on show - always something he'd liked before on guys his own age, and there were plenty on offer here.
He snapped out of his app-induced reverie as he heard his flat mates leave for the night, stampeding towards the door. He closed the app and decided to watch a movie for the night as he heard Cissy loudly proclaim to everyone "You know what? Fuck it. I'm buying coke. Daddy can fuck off. I have to be true to myself and I know that I am not a ketamine queen!" This was met with one of the poshest cheers Noah had ever heard.
The app left Noah's mind entirely as he watched his film and then fell asleep. He woke up to a notification.
SilverFoxDom: Hello handsome. You know, my hair used to be that exact same shade, before succumbing to the ravages of time.
He looked at the name and sighed. He must not have looked very close last night.
RedFox: Nice. Listen, I'm sorry, I must not have really read your name last night. I'm not really into the whole sub/dom thing.
He closed the app and checked the news, reading through a few stories. Within a few minutes, another notification popped up.
SilverFoxDom: Neither am I. My actual name's Dominic, or Dom. I didn't really consider the implications until I'd made the profile, and now I can't figure out how to change it.
Noah smiled a little. At least this guy seemed sweet, and hadn't immediately asked for nudes - an improvement on more conventional dating apps, in fact. He went back to the app to check his profile. The guy was okay-looking, Noah thought; probably mid-50s, with a head of receding white hair and a beard to match, and warm, crinkled eyes surrounded by laughter-lines on a rugged, square face. Noah could see faded freckles across his nose and cheeks, the only remaining evidence of the ginger hair in his youth that he'd mentioned. A bit of a dad-bod, with a thickness evident beneath the expensive looking suits he wore in each photo, but Noah had met up with bigger guys before.
RedFox: Sorry to hear that, not-a-dom Dom. I bet that's led to a few sticky situations.
SilverFoxDom: Oh no, no sticky business over here! I'm very content to offer what aid I can to fellow foxes in need without it going any further. I've got to say little fox, you're looking more underfed than most. A particularly cruel winter, perhaps?
RedFox: Yeah, I've always found it pretty difficult to put on weight, especially living on beans on toast at uni, haha.
SilverFoxDom: Something I can help with, perhaps? Well then, young fox, what brings you to this rather niche corner of the internet?
Noah decided to be honest. This guy seemed genuinely nice.
RedFox: Some mates were joking about needing a sugar daddy to get through the term. I thought it'd be a bit of a laugh, but I was sort of curious what it's all about.
SilverFoxDom: Well I heard it's only cats that need to be wary of curiosity; us foxes should be fine.
How about you let me take you out for a meal a little more elaborate beans on toast? At least then you'll have gotten something out of this whole experience.
RedFox: That's very kind. Honestly though, I really did just make an account out of curiosity. I don't think I'm into this whole sugar daddy/baby thing.
SilverFoxDom: And I am also being honest when I say there is no obligation or hint towards anything other than a good meal and some company for an hour or two. I can guarantee a finer meal than anything else you'll rustle up during your time at university.
Noah's stomach grumbled. It would be good to have a proper meal, and really, it was no more dangerous than meeting someone off grindr or tinder.
RedFox: Sounds great then, thank you. When were you thinking?
They arranged to meet that evening at half past six, a little early Noah thought, but he wasn't about to argue. He put on his nicest shirt and his cleanest jeans, and walked into the center of town to a restaurant he'd never heard of.
Noah walked up the stairs to the large entrance, with a small sign next to it with the name of the restaurant - Pastures Green - and was met by a thick-set man in a three-piece suit. "Hi," Noah said as he approached. "I'm meeting someone - Dominic?"
"Of course sir, welcome," the man said. "I've been told to ask you for your favourite animal."
Noah was taken aback, feeling like he was back in primary school and being asked about his favourite shape (hexagon) or dinosaur (triceratops). "My favourite animal? What the- Oh! Right, no, I see. A fox. My favourite animal's a fox."
The man smiled and his eyes flicked to Noah's hair for a moment. "It suits you. This way then." He turned on his heel and walked through a thick wooden door. Noah followed into a large, expensive looking room. The room seemed underfilled, with only ten or so tables, and plenty of space between them all. Noah was led between them all, to a table at the back, wth Dominic sat in one seat.
Dominic stood up as Noah approached. In person, he had a warm energy that seemed to enhance all his features, and made him look quite handsome, if you could get over the age thing. He looked a couple of inches shorter than Noah, maybe at about 6 foot, and a few pounds lighter than in his photos, though still with a broad frame and a slight gut rounding out his waistcoat. Noah didn't know much about suits, but he could tell the one Dominic wore was expensive - light grey with barely-there pinstripes, and seemingly tailored to perfectly highlight or hide different parts of his body.
Dominic moved towards Noah and stuck his hand out for Noah to shake. "Gosh, but you really are handsome aren't you, little fox?" he said with a twinkle in his eye. He gestured for Noah to sit. "Now, this is very foolish of me, but I don't actually know your name."
"Noah," Noah answered as he took his seat.
"Noah!" Dominic almost bellowed. "A good strong name." He sat down opposite and handed a menu to Noah. "But you didn't come to introduce yourself to old men Noah. I believe you were promised a slap-up meal."
Noah opened the menu and noted that there weren't any prices. A note at the top assured customers that all the food was grown and produced locally. "A, uhh, a steak maybe," he said, deciding it wasn't too far removed from his usual safety option of burger and chips.
"Good choice," Dominic said with a smile. "But we'll get to that in good time. What about something to start?" he asked. "Or I could choose a few things I think you should taste?"
Noah put the menu down and gave a small smile. "Sounds great."
"Excellent!" Dominic said, as a waiter seemed to appear out of thin air. "Now Michael," he said to the waiter. "We'll start with some drinks,-" he turned to Noah. "A beer?" Noah nodded. "Two beers, I'll try something new. Something Belgian maybe? Now my friend here," he gestured towards Noah, "has never had the pleasure, so I really think he should sample as much of your fare as is reasonable, don't you? We'll start with a few small-plates - those lamb ribs you did last time, definitely, that pork belly with the fennel, do you remember? Yes, yes, those. Some of those crispy twelve-hour potatoes, that wonderful asparagus you do. I think I remember some artichoke concoction a few weeks ago? Perfect. And what fish do you have today? Yes, a small serving of that." His eyes flicked back to Noah and seemed to appraise him for a moment. "Perhaps that'll be it for starters this time Michael. And then my young friend here wanted the twenty-ounce rib-eye, and I'll have, hmmm…" For the first time he actually opened the menu himself and looked, although only for a second or two. "A salad, I think. Whatever chef thinks will work." He patted his slight belly and looked over at Noah briefly. "Doctor's orders," he said with a wink. "I'm afraid I can't overindulge like I once could."
Noah swallowed hard - it definitely sounded like he'd be overindulging, even if Dominic wasn't.
"The steak, sir?" the waiter - Michael - asked Noah.
"Oh, uh, yeah. That's great," Noah replied.
Michael smiled thinly. "How would you like the steak cooked?" he elaborated.
"Oh! Right, yeah, well." Noah stammered for a moment. He'd never had a proper, high-quality steak before, what did he know about how.it should be cooked. "Medium-rare?" He said it as a question as much as an answer.
"Excellent," Michael said. "Your drinks will be out presently." He turned on his heel and walked away.
Dominic turned to Noah and beamed. "So, little fox, why don't you tell me about yourself," he said. "You mentioned you were at university?"
Noah nodded. "First year, studying engineering," he replied, as Michael reappeared with two glasses.
"Thank you Michael," Dominic said. "First year, eh? Very exciting, first time away from home, discovering independence for the first time. Exhilarating really." He took a small sip of his beer and closed his eyes. "Mhm, perfect. Do take a taste." Noah did as instructed. The beer was odd - it was almost thick, and tasted strongly like wheat, with just a hint of sweetness. He smiled and nodded, wordlessly answering Dominic's inquisitive look. "I'm glad you like it," Dominic continued. "And engineering? Very impressive. I was never one for science and maths and all that myself. It was PPE at Oxford for me." Noah just smiled and took another swig of beer - the taste was starting to grow on him. "Not much of a talker, eh?" Dominic prompted.
Noah swallowed yet another swig of beer. "Sorry, no, it's not that I - it's just -" He decided it was best to play coy a little, play up to the guy offering a slap up dinner and who knows what else. "Just nervous, I guess."
"Oh fox, no need to be nervous," Dominic said with a growing smile. "In fact, I remember when I was your age and met up with a man, who, ah, shall we say, had a little more life-experience than me…"
Noah realised that what Dominic really wanted was someone to talk at, rather than any real expectation for Noah to contribute outside of an occasional reply. He was fine with that, happy to sit and drink his beer and give a nod or encouraging "hmm" when prompted. By the time the starters arrived, his beer was nearly empty and he was already beginning to feel the effects, having not been able to afford to drink for a while, and having not eaten much that day.
Noah's eyes went wide as the starters got put down. When Dominic had ordered, he'd expected morsel-sized portions, and while the servings weren't enormous, the six dishes added up to a lot more than Noah would usually eat in any given meal, and this was just the starter!
Dominic must have seen Noah's reaction. "Don't worry too much about finishing it all, little fox. I might take a sliver to taste, and I suppose the kitchen can dispose of any leftovers," he said.
"No, no, I can, I mean, it's fine," Noah said. "I can finish it, it's not too much." Not only could Noah not stand to waste food, particularly nowadays when he was living within such meager means, but he got the sense that Dominic was testing him somehow, seeing how willing he was to play along.
"Another beer sir?" the waiter asked, gesturing towards Noah's glass.
"Oh, uh, yeah, cheers, umm, Michael," Noah replied, picking up his fork to start.
"Certainly," Michael replied simply and walked away.
As Dominic looked on eagerly, Noah took his first bite, starting with the lamb ribs. As the meat reached his tongue he actually moaned - he couldn't stop himself. It was almost certainly the best food he'd ever had, and it made him realise suddenly just how hungry he was.
"Good?" Dominic asked simply, his eyebrows raising in a smug expression.
Noah could only give a short "hmm", as the second mouthful of lamb was already in his mouth. It was perfectly cooked - tender and juicy and seemed to be roasted with rosemary and something Noah couldn't identify. He cut off some pork belly, even as he was still chewing, and brought it up to his mouth the second he swallowed his lamb. It was just as good, and Noah closed his eyes as he chewed, trying his best to slow down to savour the taste.
Dominic let out a small chuckle. "Very good," he said. "I do hate to see a young man without a healthy appetite. Yes, very nice indeed." He paused for a moment, watching as Noah chased a mouthful of potato with some beer. "Now, where was I? Ah, yes, the thing people don't understand about John Major you see…"
Noah did his best to pay attention, but Dominic’s tales of Tories past weren't exactly Noah's bag, and they had to vie for his attention with the exquisite flavours in front of him. He built up a rhythm, alternating dishes with each bite, dipping the potatoes in all of the various sauces and juices from the other plates. He did his best to eat slowly but he just couldn't help himself. He was almost surprised when he looked down to see all of the plates were empty.
“... Which is why, of course, Thatcher's right-to-buy scheme was so beneficial,” Dominic finished. His smile grew as he saw Noah lean back in his seat, his breathing slow. “Oh, well done. Yes, very good indeed. You know, a lesser man would have given up on that, but not you, no.” Noah rubbed his stomach in wide slow circles. “Now, time for mains perhaps?”
Noah belched, the sound erupting out of him without warning. “Oh god,” he said. “I'm sorry I-”
“No apology needed! None at all, no, no, it's the sign of a good meal well-enjoyed,” Dominic said as his smile grew. “You know, when I was part of the trade delegation to China, I was told that burping was a sign of respect! Now, the steak?”
Noah nodded blearily. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I'll give it a go.” He downed the rest of his beer, hoping the liquid might help soothe his stomach.
“That's all that any of us can do, isn't it?” Dominic proclaimed wisely. He waved down the waiter. “We’re ready now. And my guest here will have another beer.”
The steak arrived all too soon, looking even bigger than it had sounded earlier. Noah steeled himself, knowing that this was the best meal he'd had in a long time, and might have for a while yet. Dominic spoke constantly, picking at his own salad while Noah slowly, slowly, made his made way through his steak.
It took twenty minutes, but eventually Noah was sat, breathing heavily and wincing at the tight pain in his gut. Dominic simply smiled and asked for the dessert menu.
After Noah had finished the selection of desserts Dominic had ordered, he was drunk, stuffed and tired. Dominic helped him to his feet and guided him to a waiting car, which took Noah directly to his uni halls. Noah unbuckled his too tight trousers and collapsed straight into bed.
He awoke the next morning to Cissy knocking on his door and passing over a large hamper that had been left for him. He looked inside to find a selection of expensive cheese, crackers, desserts and several ales. Looking closer he found a note.
Little Fox,
I so enjoyed our evening last night. I've included some small treats that I think you might enjoy until the next time we meet.
Your Silver Fox
-
This went on for a while. Two or three times a week, Dominic would invite Noah to some restaurant he'd never be able to afford to go to by himself, order an inordinate amount of food, plus a salad for himself, then watch as Noah stuffed himself silly. The next morning, a hamper would get delivered to Noah's flat, each time with something different in it - expensive cheeses, cured meats, selections from Dominic's current favourite bakery or deli, each delivery coming with several bottles of stout or ale that Dominic thought would pair with the food - Noah's room rapidly filled with more wicker baskets than he could handle. One time, Noah had off-handedly mentioned how much he liked ice-cream, and the next morning a delivery man handed over a miniature freezer for his room, stocked full of Ben and Jerry's. Each time, he considered sharing with his flat mates, but each time he'd sample one of the exquisite treats and immediately change his mind. Dominic, for his part, never suggested anything more - he really did seem to just genuinely want to help out a struggling uni student. Noah knew he'd have some ulterior motive, but as sexual deviances went, this one felt fairly benign and Noah wasn't about to turn down a few free meals a week.
As the end of the semester rolled around, Noah pulled a Christmas jumper out of one of the hampers that he'd repurposed as a clothes basket, and noted with a wince a developing tightness as he put it on. The jumper still fit, thankfully, but he worried about Dominic losing interest - Noah was quickly losing his thin figure that first attracted the older man.
Noah looked in the mirror and assessed himself. He wasn't fat, per se, not even chubby really. A bit more solid looking, that's all. He looked better, if anything; not quite so rail thin, or like a strong wind would blow him over.
Noah sighed. Tonight was the first time Dominic had invited him around to his own house, and he was a little nervous. Noah felt he knew Dominic well enough by now to trust that nothing untoward would happen, but it felt like a big step up in their strange friendship.
Noah smoothed down his jumper, laying his hands flat against his midsection. He was being silly - Dominic probably wouldn't even be able to notice anything.
"I've noticed you've been putting on some weight," Dominic said that evening, taking a sip of wine and smiling across the table.
Noah took a moment to swallow the mashed potatoes he'd just put in his mouth - perfectly creamy, and with a hint of rosemary and garlic - and looked down at himself. As stuffed as he was, his shirt had begun to get noticeably tighter. "I uh…," he started, trying to form words. "I suppose I've put on a little weight, yeah. I was pretty skinny before though - too skinny, some people think." He'd started talking faster, trying to convince Dominic it wasn't so bad. He hit upon the idea to appeal to Dominic's ego. "And uh, it's all this great food - I'm so grateful, you've been so generous."
Dominic's smile widened a touch and he laughed softly. "You've no need to worry, my little fox. Merely a comment." He drank some more wine and seemed to look Noah up and down. "It looks good on you, you know. You really were too thin when I met you - quite ghastly really, like a wraith. No, you look much healthier now." He set his wine glass down and leant back in his chair, one eyebrow raised. Noah got the distinct impression that he was trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. "I don't suppose you know how, ah, much weight exactly you've put on?"
Noah shrugged. "Not too much, my clothes all still fit, just about. And I've not got a scale at my flat."
Dominic stood up suddenly. "Well then we'll have to find out, won't we?"
"Will we?" Noah asked around a mouthful of turkey and gravy.
"Aren't you curious?" Dominic asked, moving around the table to usher Noah out of his seat. "We're having this little tete-a-tete about these rather charming, wonderful little changes to your body, and you don't want to know?" For the first time since Noah had met him, Dominic seemed to have a strange nervous energy about him, as if he'd rehearsed this moment. Dominic gave a short laugh. "And you the engineer! I thought your head would be full of numbers and precise measurements."
Noah decided to play along - whatever was happening, it wasn't worth losing out on his meal ticket. He pulled himself heavily out of his chair, his full stomach making him sluggish. Dominic left the room and Noah followed.
After climbing several flights of stairs and walking down a couple of corridors, Dominic stopped outside a door. "Sorry for the hike," he said with a smile. "This is the only bathroom with scales in." Noah wondered if Dominic had put the scales in there (or more likely had someone put them in there for him), so that he could show off the house to Noah - he remembered some quiet comment Dominic had made about this being "just the city house".
Dominic opened the door and ushered Noah in, flourishing an arm towards a set of scales. "Do you, ah, know what you weighed when you first arrived at university?" he asked.
Noah shrugged. "Probably about twelve stone, I think," he answered. That sounded about right, anyway.
Dominic tutted. "See? Far too thin. Shall we, ah, call that 170 pounds then, do you think?"
"Sure," Noah said. "Call it what you like I suppose."
"Call it what you- oh yes, very dry, very dry indeed little fox," Dominic chuckled. "Yes, well, ah, would you, that is to say, if you'd care to, ah…"
Noah was surprised to see Dominic so ill-at-ease. He always seemed so unflappable, and now he was a stammering mess about asking Noah to step on some scales. Noah did the honours, and looked down at the numbers on the scale. They rapidly climbed for a moment before stopping at 193.
"Oh my," Dominic said. "Well I suppose if we take off your- that is, if we account for your clothes, and what you've eaten tonight of course." He reached out and touched Noah's slightly distended stomach through his jumper. Noah felt a jolt - it was the first time Dominic had touched him at all, aside from shaking hands, and it felt like there'd just been some significant change in their relationship from that brief touch. "Shall we say one-ninety?"
"If you like, sure," Noah said, stepping back off the scale. He was starting to doubt whether these free meals were really worth it.
Dominic took out his phone and started tapping it. "Twenty pounds in, what, two months?" he muttered, seemingly to himself more than to Noah. "Very impressive, very impressive indeed."
Noah's own phone buzzed as Dominic put his away. Noah looked confused and reached into his pocket to pull it out. His eyes widened. A notification from his bank informed him that £2000 had just been added to his account by D. Berkeley. Noah looked up at Dominic, dumbfounded. "What?" Noah asked. "Why?"
Dominic smiled coolly, all of his nervous energy suddenly dissipated. "One hundred pounds for each pound you've put on," he said calmly. He seemed back to his usual self, like he'd just taken back control of the conversation. "Something of a mea culpa, if you'd like. After all, this," he once again reached out a poked Noah's slightly softer middle, "is rather my fault."
"Well, I mean, you don't need to-" Noah began.
"And I do actually rather like it, if I'm being honest, little fox," Dominic interrupted. "Which is to say, I rather think that young men such as yourself do look rather more handsome with some weight about their person."
"Right," Noah said. "Okay then, well, thank you, I guess. I'll, umm, put it towards a gym membership."
"Oh, well if you'd like to lose it, I do of course understand,” Dominic said. “I could even pay for a private trainer if you’d like? As it is my fault.” He paused for a moment and seemed to be analysing Noah's body, looking it up and down. Noah felt like some sort of prey animal. “But then again, I really do think it suits you, you know. I could even, if you were amenable, continue these little apologies? Same rate of course, one thousand sterling for every ten pounds - best exchange rate you’ll get while the current government is in power.” He laughed at his own joke before looking expectantly at Noah waiting for his answer.
Noah stood still for a while, the only sound in the room that of the other shoe finally dropping. He'd known, of course, that there was no such thing as a free lunch, but he'd rather hoped his payment would have been keeping an agreeable older man company during those lunches. Clearly, Dominic was taking payment by pound of flesh.
Was the money worth it? Noah was in the prime of his life - he should be taking advantage of his young, fit body, not wasting it for a few measly quid. But then, a thousand pounds wasn't something to scoff at, and he could make a fair amount more, not to mention all the food he didn't have to worry about buying. Maybe he should just get back on the app and find some other old rich guy who just wanted something simpler, like a blow job or feet pics. But then, did Noah really care? He'd been attracted to plenty of other big guys, he'd just not ever thought of himself that way. He wasn't even really a big guy himself yet, he could easily ring this guy for another few grand and bounce before it was really noticeavle, and then he could lose any excess weight easily enough.
Dominic cleared his throat, snapping Noah out of his rambling train of thought. “I'll, uhh, think about it,” Noah said. “Over Christmas.”
“Of course!” Dominic boomed, clapping a hand around Noah's shoulders and guiding him back out into the corridor. “You think about it while you're back home, and message me with your thoughts on my offer. For now though, I hope you have some space for dessert and the cheese board.”
A few hours later Noah swayed towards the front door, Dominic's hand on his back guiding him. The sheer amount of food and drink Noah had consumed was making him bleary-eyed, and he'd had to undo his belt sometime during the cheese course.
“Noah, one final thing,” Dominic said, as Noah stumbled his way outside towards the waiting car. He held out an envelope towards Noah. “It's a card.”
“I forgot to get you a Christmas card,” Noah said around burps.
Dominic laughed. “No, no, a credit card,” he explained. He pushed it into Noah's hand. “I’ll pay it off each month, of course, but it is yours.” Noah burped in response, which Dominic seemed to take as understanding. “I'd appreciate it if you only used it for food and drink - I don't mind how much you spend, you understand, but I would appreciate it nonetheless. Respect, more than anything, you see.”
Noah looked at the envelope for a while before looking up at Dominic and smiling. “Merry Christmas,” he mumbled before he belched and collapsed through the open car door.
-
It was the card that tipped it, for Noah. He decided he could live without the free extravagant dinners, even the offered grand for each ten pounds didn't seem that worth it in the cold light of day, but that credit card seemed to fix all of his money worries overnight. Trips to the supermarket weren't spent agonising over how much he had left or whether he could afford the tin of tomatoes that cost 15p more, he could treat himself, go out with mates on nights out. He still couldn't get over the look on his mum's face when he offered to pay for everything for Christmas dinner, or when she opened the present he'd bought her with some of the two grand Dominic had given him. So he was probably going to put on a bit of weight, who cared? He got back in contact with Dominic once he was back in halls, and their dinners recommenced, Noah's personal discomfort with the situation ebbing away all the time, even while the physical discomfort of his clothes mounted.
"Why aren't you eating more?" Dominic asked.
Noah swallowed his mouthful on noodles and looked down at the plates in front of him. He'd almost finished his bowl of donburi, and there was a small stack of small plates next to it which until recently had held a selection of dumplings and sushi.
“Well, uh, I thought maybe we'd have dessert, I guess,” he said, placing a hand gingerly on his bloated belly. “Or, I mean, if you wanted me to order some more sides?” He'd gotten used to pushing himself past his limits recently, focussing on the money he knew Dominic would be happy to part with, but that didn't make it any easier.
“Not tonight,” Dominic said, smiling. “No, you've rather impressed me tonight. The card I gave you, I mean. I'd expected a young man like you, away from home and enjoying all the pleasures of university life had to offer to be living off of take-aways and beers.”
Noah furrowed his brow. “I mean, I've been using it, you know, for shops and stuff,” he explained. “I didn't want to take the piss I guess.”
“You've no need to worry my dear little fox!” Dominic said. “It would take quite a lot of eating indeed to make me regret my decision. No, no, you've no need to be concerned about your impact on my finances. You should be enjoying yourself - dinners out, big lunches, deliveroos.” He said this last word as if it was an unfamiliar foreign term he was impressed with himself for learning while on holiday.
“Right, yeah, I'll keep that in mind I guess,” Noah said, before bringing the bowl up to his mouth to drain the last of the broth. “Thanks again,” he said. He placed both hands on his stomach and began to massage it, as much to soothe it as much as to put in a bit of a show for Dominic.
Dominic licked his lips. “You know, I had rather noticed that your, ah, wardrobe perhaps needed an update,” he said. “Perhaps it wouldn't go amiss if you were to use the card for clothes as well, when needed. I'd only ask that you let me know ahead of time, when you, ah, well, when you outgrow your clothes, I suppose.”
Noah nodded and ran a hand along the hem of his t-shirt to feel the strip of skin that had started showing beneath it in the last week or so. “Thanks, that’ll be helpful. These jeans are killing me.” He made a show of unbuttoning them and sighing with relief. “Sorry, hope you don't mind.” Dominic shook his head while making some posh clucking noises.
“Why don't you weigh yourself tonight?” Dominic asked. “With that scale I sent. You could send me a picture and I could send some money, if needed.”
“Sounds great,” Noah said, leaning back. “Don't suppose you could get the waiter's attention could you? See if they could bring over the dessert menu?”
That night, Noah sent Dominic a picture of the scale reading 202, and smiled as a notification appeared in his banking app less than a minute later.
-
Fancy going interrailing this summer? Just me and you? Mum’s given me some money for “self betterment and actualisation”, thought I'd go get pissed in Prague.
Noah's heart sank as he read the message. Just last week he'd spent most of the money he'd saved up from Dominic on a used car. He loved it, but now wished he'd held off a little longer. Him and his mate Stuart from school had talked about going interrailing for years; Noah had always thought of it as little more than a pipe dream, but suddenly it felt like it was all too attainable, if only Stu had text a week earlier.
Noah was about to text back, telling Stu he was skint, when he paused. No reason he couldn't save up a bit more money - he'd have until the summer to put on some more weight, and get as much money as he could from Dominic. Okay, so 220 pounds was bigger than he ever imagined getting, and having a genuine belly bloating out the front of large t-shirts, even when he'd not eaten, was something of a surprise, but he was hardly that big yet, he could afford to put on another twenty pounds before it was that bad, couldn't he? Besides, Stu was always the “fat friend” at school; he'd hardly judge Noah, and might even get a kick out of seeing him the same size as him.
I'd have to sort a bit of money, but count me in! August will be better than July maybe - gives me a bit of time to bank some extra pounds.
Noah chuckled at his own small joke as he grabbed the iPad Dominic had sent him a few weeks before, ready for some research. He started off simple, typing How much does it cost to go interrailing into Google and searching through some sites. He started to worry a little about how much it might cost and increased his imagine future body by another ten pounds or so. Would 30 pounds put him bigger than Stu? It was a strange prospect, but he found himself getting hard. As much as they'd all taken the piss out of Stu, he'd always commanded a bit of respect because of his size - he was the big one, the one who always got mistaken for being a bit older, the one who could eat the most and would probably win in most fights. The idea that Noah could usurp Stu in that way excited him.
How to gain weight fast he typed into the search bar. If he wanted to enjoy himself, he'd need to earn as much money as he could before summer.
A couple of mornings later, Noah pulled a carton out of one of the crates he’d ordered. He cracked it open and took a sip. This Boost stuff wasn't too bad, he thought. It was sweet and creamy, but not as thick as he thought, and he was surprised by how small it was considering the number of calories in it. He downed the rest of it in a few large gulps.
He’d read that some people had gotten incredible results from just one or two a day, so he thought one after every meal would do the trick nicely. Then, he'd finish the day with a pint or two of ice cream from the freezer that Dominic made sure to keep stocked. All of that, on top of his newly formed habit of getting every meal delivered - McDonald’s breakfast in the morning, a burger or burrito for lunch, and then a different take away each night for dinner - would surely help him make the money he needed for Europe.
While he was researching all of this, he'd been surprised to discover the communities of men who seemed to get off on this kind of stuff. He’d thought Dominic was some kind of one-off, the result of whatever crazy repression results from being gay and posh, but it seemed like these gainer guys were fairly common. He took some perverse pleasure in realising he was already bigger than some of the men who'd been trying to put on weight. He did his best to ignore men around 250 pounds, knowing he'd be that size soon enough, if everything went to plan - surely he'd not look that big? Obviously these guys would try and make themselves look as big as possible in their photos. No, he'd be fine, he told himself, just a little more weight would be barely noticeable.
-
“Do you think we could stop off somewhere and get something to eat?” Noah asked, his stomach rumbling. It was the first time Dominic had taken Noah for a weekend away, and he was regretting not remembering to bring some cartons of Boost.
“Well, we have dinner reservations in a couple of hours. Did the restaurant not look to your liking?” Dominic asked.
“No, it's fine, I'm not saying instead of dinner, I just mean, I haven't eaten since lunch, I'm not used to starving myself like this,” Noah replied. He was starting to get a little grouchy.
“Starving your- ah, yes well, perhaps we could find somewhere nearby, a cafe or bistro perhaps.” Dominic began to look around the row of shops along the beachfront.
“It's fine,” Noah said, crossing the road already. “I'll just grab something and eat while we walk. There's a place there look, I'll just grab a couple of burritos.”
Noah ate his first burrito in silence, only occasionally pausing to nod or give an approving grunt to one of Dominic's long stories. It was only when he started pulling the foil off the second burrito that Dominic asked for more of Noah's attention.
“You know, I do rather like this beard you've grown, little fox,” he started. “But I do wonder if it’s purpose might be to hide a certain developing feature? A certain roundness of the jawline perhaps.”
Noah felt his cheeks flush red. He had indeed grown the beard to distract from the double chin that had developed recently. The last twenty pounds seemed to take him from “slightly chubby” to “fat” in a way he wasn't expecting. With each step his round gut shook inside his XL shirt, which hugged a pair of budding moobs. He even realised that weekend with some shock that he was quite a bit bigger than Dominic now, so while he knew that the beard wasn't doing much to hide his weight gain, he'd hoped it wouldn't be too obvious why he'd grown it.
“Umm, yeah, I mean, some other guys in halls have grown a beard too, you know, and I thought I'd give it a go too, but, well, yeah, I guess it's to kind of cover the chin as well,” he admitted.
Dominic clapped a hand on Noah's shoulder. “While I really do think it's handsome, I always think it's such a shame when handsome growing men such as yourself try to hide the fullness of their face,” he said. “You should be proud of it! Have you not worked hard for your changing face? Earned it? Perhaps you'll shave it for me tonight? Show me what's underneath?”
“Oh, yeah, sure, I guess I can, I mean, it's just, I didn't pack a razor or anything,” Noah said, hoping Dominic would drop the matter.
“That's no concern! We can buy one for you, no matter at all. Look, there's a pharmacy there, I'll go in while you finish your little snack,” Dominic instructed.
Noah sighed and took a big bite of his burrito as he leant against the window of the pharmacy. He patted his gut and felt it jiggle. Just a little more weight and he'd have enough to go to Europe with Stu, and then he could block Dominic's number and lose all this weight.
That night, Noah's beardless face showed off just how round his cheeks were getting as he stuffed food into them. At Dominic's suggestion, Noah left himself with a moustache, which he was finding quite sexy. Dominic had ordered the entire starter list for Noah, followed by a roast dinner and a burger for mains, and a selection of desserts, while he ate a small serving of monkfish. Noah wiped his moustache with his napkin and leant back, resting a hand on his gut. “I don't suppose anywhere will be open, do you think?” he asked Dominic. “I usually like to have some ice cream before bed.”
-
Dominic clinked his wine glass with Noah’s. “Here's to a grand tour around Europe, and to two-hundred and seventy pounds,” he said.
Noah smiled and continued eating his fifth dessert of the night, thinking idly that he shouldn't have let the waiter take away the dessert menu just yet. While he'd overshot his target weight a little, the five thousand pounds he'd accrued would make sure that he wouldn't have to worry about scrimping and saving while interrailing, and he'd hopefully have some money left over afterwards for a gym membership, hell, maybe even a personal trainer. If nothing else, Noah thought ruefully as he adjusted his belt, he'd need to buy yet another new wardrobe, if he gained anymore weight.
“I've been thinking,” Dominic said. “I know that gallivanting about like this can be rather tough on the old purse strings, especially when one is young and wants to experience as much as possible of all these wonderful places you'll be going.”
Noah nodded, his cheeks full of tiramisu. “Yeah, you know, you've been a massive help with money and stuff, I definitely think I'll have a great time,” he said, truthfully. While he still found their arrangement a little creepy, Dominic seemed like a genuinely sweet guy, Tory proclivities and fetish for fattening up men aside, and Noah knew he'd have had a much worse year without him.
“Of course, of course, no need to thank me, anyone else would have done the same, faced with a young person in need such as yourself” Dominic said. Noah's eyebrows flew up; this situation fell very firmly under the category of things most people would not do, but he knew better than to protest. “Well, I was rather thinking, as this is such a marvelous opportunity for experiencing new places, meeting new people, learning languages, and of course, trying new food,” he waggled his eyebrows at this last point. “Well, I thought, as your patron, as it were, it would be remiss to not fund the trip.”
“Sorry, I'm not sure I follow,” Noah said, as he started on a rich sticky toffee pudding. “You are funding it - I wouldn't be able to go without you.”
“But I want you to keep that money! No, I want to pay for your trip,” Dominic said. “All of it. You and your friend. You can put everything on the card I gave you, the food and drink of course, as per usual, but the hotels, the trains, the flights, all of it. Anything you've paid for already, send it over to my office, I'll have my man expense it for you.”
Noah's gawped. Here he was, approaching twenty stone, one hundred pounds heavier than when he’d first arrived at uni, and Dominic was telling him all that money he'd saved was for nothing?
“Well, that's very generous Dom,” Noah said slowly, ruefully spooning some custard into his mouth.
“Think nothing of it, little fox! You know, when we first met, I must admit, I had rather hoped you might put on a little weight,” he understated. “But I really have been so impressed with how you've taken to it! Yes, I'm more than happy to pay for a man such as yourself who’s so readily taken up my little challenge.”
There it was, of course. The other side of the coin. Noah the twelve stone twink would never have been offered an all expenses trip around Europe. A catch-22: Noah had only saved enough to afford to go interrailing because he'd gotten so fat, and because he'd gotten so fat, he needn't have saved any money at all.
-
“Fucking hell!” Stu said as Noah walked up to him in St Pancras station. Dominic had arranged for a car to take him right up to the front, so Noah wasn’t nearly as sweaty as he would have been if he'd had to drag his backpack through the tube. “Louis said you'd gotten fat when he saw you at Easter but he didn't say you had tits! And what's with the porn-stache?”
“Nice to see you too,” Noah said. “Why weren't you back for Easter, anyway?”
“Fuck off, don't try and change the fucking subject,” Stu insisted. “You’re bigger than me!”
Noah had to admit that. He was surprised how small Stu looked - he’d always been one of the biggest guys in the year at school, but now he just looked a bit husky and had a beer belly. “Yeah, but you've lost weight, haven't you?” Noah pointed out.
“I've put on weight mate!” Stu laughed. “But I've put on about a stone like everyone else at uni, not about ten.”
Noah was shocked, and found himself getting hard. Not only had he surpassed Stu like he thought he might, he'd absolutely eclipsed him. “Go on, how much do you weigh then, Mr Skinny?” Noah asked, wondering how much he outweighed him by.
“Like seventeen stone mate,” Stu replied. “You must be, what, twenty? More?”
“Like two-seventy pounds. Probably a bit more now,” he admitted, thinking that he'd not exactly slowed down his eating in the week since he'd last seen Dominic.
“What? What's that in stone?” Stu asked. “Who weighs themselves in pounds?”
“Oh, right, yeah, like, nineteen and a half, maybe,” Dominic said.
“Christ,” Stu said in a low voice reaching out and poking a finger into Noah's gut. “That's fucking huge mate. You were tiny at school.”
“Well, you know, I'm taller than you, so that's a bit of weight isn't it,” Noah pointed out.
Stu laughed. “And the rest! You’re like an inch taller than me, two at most. That hardly adds up to two extra stone, does it?”
“Fuck off,” Noah said, returning Stu’s gut poke with one of his own. “Is there anywhere to buy breakfast around here before we get on the train?”
“Yeah, but you've already eaten haven't you?” Stu said.
“What? What makes you think that?” Noah asked.
Stu laughed. “I saw you throw a McDonalds coffee cup in the bin when you came in, big guy. A bloke your size doesn't go to McDonalds for just a coffee, do you?”
“Oh, yeah, well you know, that wasn't really breakfast, that was just something to eat after I woke up,” Noah protested, thinking back to the two mcmuffins he'd eaten on the way.
“Also known as fucking breakfast,” Stu howled with laughter.
“I'm just thinking we’ll be on the train a while,” Noah said, his cheeks flushing red. “And then we’ve got to get to the hotel, we might not have lunch until late.”
“Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it's a very thoughtfully considered second fucking breakfast,” Stu said while shaking his head. “Come on, yeah, I could eat too. We don't want you dying of hunger, do we, you fat git.”
Sat on the train, Noah regretted not getting as much as he'd like, but Stu had started gawping at him as he'd ordered, and he thought it best to limit himself to a light breakfast today, while Stu got his head around Noah's enhanced size.
“So I've been meaning to say,” Noah started. “I've swapped some of our hostel reservations.”
“What do you mean it's all paid for?” Stu asked. “How are you affording to pay extra for hotels? I thought we agreed the cheapest hostels we could find?”
“It's fine,” Noah reiterated. “It's sorted.”
“Yeah, but I'm asking how,” Stu said. “Go on, you can't just show up suddenly fat and rich and expect me not to ask anything. Did you win some kind of million pound eating contest or what?"
“Haha, very funny,” Noah said, rolling his eyes. “It's just, there's this, well there's this guy, alright, and he's said he's happy to pay for us both. Sees it as some enriching experience for us.”
“What the fuck do you mean ‘some guy’?” Stu asked, eyes boggling. “I'd have been less confused if you had said it was the eating contest, to be honest.”
Noah tried to look as nonchalant as possible as he fidgeted in his seat. “It's just this guy I know who's happy to give me some money as, you know, charity or a patronage or whatever, for young people to, I don't know, enrich themselves or whatever.”
Stu narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean a charit- wait, patronage?” He leant forward. “Do you have a fucking sugar daddy?” he whispered harshly.
Noah looked around to see if anyone was listening. “Look, he's not a sugar daddy, alright? He's just this older guy who pays for some stuff for me,” he said, cringing at his own words as he said them.
“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Stu pointed out.
“No!” Noah insisted. “He's just this older guy who wants a bit of company sometimes.”
“Like a sugar daddy.”
“Shut up. We don't, you know, we've never fucked or anything,” Noah said. “He's not interested in any of that. It's just conversation.”
“Conversation he pays you for,” Stu said. “Go on then, where did you meet this not-at-all-a-sugar-daddy?”
Noah flushed red. “An app,” he mumbled after a while.
Stu laughed. “And what was this app called exactly?”
Noah sighed. “Okay, it was a fucking sugar daddy app, okay? I've got a sugar daddy.”
Stu cackled. “I fucking knew it!” he yelled, receiving glares in response. “It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?” He shook his head, laughing to himself.
“Yeah, well, you're getting a free holiday out of it, aren't you?” Noah said, slumping down in his seat and pulling some snacks out of his bag.
-
The two began to eat their way across Europe. Two nights in Paris first, with wine and cheese and bread and fine restaurants. Then Geneva - the original plan was to just spend a few hours there, being too expensive for two poor travelling students, but Dominic's card opened the city and it's restaurants up to them; they booked a hotel for a few of nights of luxury, before moving on to Interlaken.
Noah's gut shook as he pulled his t-shirt off at the side of the lake. Stu whistled and shook his head. Noah laughed and slapped his gut for show; after Stu’s initial shock, he'd gotten used to Noah's larger frame, and the two had settled into an easy rhythm of teasing.
Noah waded into the shallows of the lake and lay back so that he floated with his gut and moobs sticking out of the water in front of him. He closed his eyes, paddled for a moment or two into some clear water further from the shore and lay floating in the sun.
After a while, he heard some splashing and cracked an eye open to see Stu swimming over to him. He allowed himself to sink slightly so that he was treading water and Stu did the same. It was the first time Noah had been swimming since he'd started putting on weight, and he was astonished by how alien it felt. He was so much more buoyant than previously, his fat rising up around him. Each time he moved, he felt the same heaviness and resistance he'd gotten used to on land magnified, his heavier body moving slowly through the water. Noah was happy for the cover of the water and his overhanging gut; the sensations were causing him to get hard in his swimming shorts.
“I think it's time we really need to talk about this mate,” Stu said, gesturing at Noah.
Noah looked down, not seeing anything amiss. “Talk about what?” he asked.
Stu leant forward and poked Noah's gut under the water. “This! Bloody hell, talk about the elephant in the room.”
Noah shrugged. “We've talked about it,” he said.
“Yeah, we've joked about it” Stu agreed. “But we've hardly, I mean, we've not properly talked about it, have we?”
“What's there to talk about?” Noah asked, feigning ignorance. Obviously he knew that Stu would eventually want to ask questions about his shocking weight gain, but it was just so much easier to make jokes about it.
Stu sighed and allowed himself to fall back. Noah noticed that his own small beer belly rose out of the water like Noah's did, though not nearly to the same extent. Noah appreciated the lack of eye-contact the position granted. “Are you alright?” Stu asked. “Like, really alright? Nothing’s wrong?”
Noah floated on his back too, mirroring Stu's position. “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Really. It's just, being at uni, beer weight and stuff.”
Stu laughed. “No mate. This” he slapped his gut for emphasis, “is beer weight.” He leant over and slapped Noah's much larger gut. “This is a fucking eating disorder.” He was quiet for a while. “It's not, is it? An eating disorder? Or you're not depressed or ill or something?”
“Definitely not depressed or ill,” Noah reassured Stu. He was quiet for a while though. Did he have an eating disorder? He didn't feel like he could control it anymore, that was for sure. “I don't think it's an eating disorder either,” he said after a while. “Like I know I'm not eating normal amounts but…” He paused, gathering courage. “I'm enjoying it, I guess? Eating whatever I like, not worrying about what it's doing to my waistline.”
Stu nodded. “Good,” he said after a while. “Good,” he repeated. The two floated quietly for a while. “Has it got something to do with your sugar daddy?” he asked after a few minutes.
“I don't have a-”
“Yeah, yeah, we've done this bit already,” Stu interrupted Noah. “Whatever, has it got something to do with your older gentleman friend who takes you out to nice restaurants and pays for you to go on holiday and gives you money and who you met on a sugar daddy website but who is not a sugar daddy, somehow?”
Noah huffed. “Why do you ask that?” he asked eventually.
“Because no offense,” Stu replied. “But you're hardly sugar baby material these days, are you?”
“Oi!”
“Look, I'm not saying I am either!” Stu protested. “I'm just saying that the Noah that went off to uni was a little more conventionally sugar baby material, and the one that I'm interrailing with is a bit more high-blood-sugar baby.”
“You've been saving that one up, haven't you?” Noah said.
“Thought of it the other day,” Stu said, the pride evident in his voice. “But it is, isn't it? Your sugar daddy likes you with a bit more padding.”
Noah sighed. No point denying it, really. “Yes,” he admitted. “We started going out for these massive dinners and he'd send me treats and pay for all my food shops and then after a while, Dom told me that-”
“Fuck off!” Stu yelled, twisted to tread water again and face Noah. “You do not call your sugar daddy ‘Dom’!”
“That's his actual name you twat,” Noah said, moving to tread water as well. “Anyway, Dom- Dominic eventually said that he liked that I'd put on some weight and…”
“And what?” Stu said, filling the gap Noah had left. “He started paying you to get fat?” Noah held his breath. “Oh my god, he's paying you to get fat, isn't he?”
Noah clenched his teeth. “It's not… It's not prostitution or anything,” he said. “He pays for food and takes me for dinner, I've put on some weight because I'm eating well, he likes me bigger. It’s- I mean it's separate things, you know? He's not giving me money to get fat, he's giving me money because I am fat.”
Stu laughed. “You can fucking say that again,” he said. “Alright, alright, you're not the heftiest whore in Halifax, fine, whatever you say.”
“I've never been to Halifax,” Noah pointed out.
“Alliteration, innit?” Stu said. “Go on then, how much does he pay you?” Stu asked quietly, moving toward Noah a little, seemingly forgetting how loud their conversation was just moments prior.
Noah shifted uncomfortably. “Hundred pounds for every pound, or well, we usually do a grand for ten,” he said.
Stu almost sank under the water in shock, and came back up coughing. “Fuck off! A grand for ten pounds?” He realised how loud he was being and looked around at the people swimming away from them towards the shore. “Go on then, how much have you earned?” he asked, much quieter.
Noah sighed. “Ten grand,” he said.
Stu’s eyes went wide. “Ten gra- that's, No, mate, I mean, that's a hundred pounds,” he whispered. “What's that in stone?”
Noah tilted his head back and winced. “Seven or so,” he said. He looked up at Stu. “I wanted to pay for the trip, you know, but I spent some of it on a car, and then a bit into savings, and then,” he floated back and sighed. “Fuck me, last time I saw him, he said he'd pay for everything. That he didn't want me spending the money I'd saved up.”
Stu almost sank beneath the surface again as he laughed. “So you've put on, and I'm going to slow down for this bit, you've put on one hundred actual pounds to earn ten grand to not spend around Europe?”
“Well, see,” Noah said, placing a hand thoughtfully on the ledge of his gut. “No. Well, yes. But no. If I hadn't put on a hundred pounds, he wouldn't have offered to pay. One way or another, I needed to get fat to go interrailing.”
Stu’s eyes went wide. “Fuck,” he said. “You're right, you know.” He reached his hands out and placed them on Noah's gut. Noah’s cock twitched beneath his gut at the touch, and he hoped Stu hadn't noticed. “I reckon you didn't actually need ten grand either way though.”
Noah sighed and closed his eyes. “I know, I know,” he agreed. “I can't control my appetite anymore. After I bought the car I kind of thought I could just do with two or three grand, but then…” He motioned down at himself.
“One hundred pounds later,” Stu finished for him. They were both quiet for a while, until Stu laughed to himself. “Here, I don't reckon he'd pay me to putting on weight as well, do you?”
“Fuck off,” Noah said, laughing. When Stu didn't respond, just carrying on looking questioningly, Noah continued. “You're not serious?” he asked. “You'd want to get fat for a few grand.”
Stu shrugged. “Why not? You've done it and you were a shrimp at school. I'd blow you out of the water.”
Noah laughed. “Oh you would, would you?”
Stu nodded. “Absolutely,” he said. “And yeah, why not? I could put on some weight. I can barely keep it off anyway, especially the way you've been making me fucking eat on this trip, might as well make some cash while I do it.”
“The way I've been making you eat? You were planning on doing weight watchers before, were you?” Noah asked. “Anyway, you're too skinny for him,” he said. “And you're not even gay anyway!”
Stu laughed. “Well not being gay doesn't matter if there's no funny business, right?” Noah grumbled at having gotten caught out. “Alright, alright big guy,” he said, raising his hands up. “I won't steal your sugar daddy.” He laughed again.
-
After Interlaken, the two of them went north to Germany, first to Munich, which they experienced by slowly wandering from beer hall to beer hall all day, taking in history and culture largely incidentally to the beer, sausages and bread they consumed. Then north again to Berlin, where Noah was disheartened to find Stu had actually planned non-eating based activities for the two of them.
“Fuck me, but it's good to get off my feet,” Noah said as he shuffled into a booth at a restaurant on their first evening. He was surprised at the way the table of the booth bumped into the crest of his gut. “I’m starved,” he told Stu, who shook his head.
“You've been eating all day,” Stu pointed out.
“Hardly!” Noah protested. “Okay, so we had lunch-”
“Two lunches,” Stu pointed out.
“Then we went to that currywurst stall, and that's it,” Noah said.
“We went to three currywurst stalls.”
“Whatever,” Noah said, finding himself growing irritable as his stomach growled at him. “That was hours ago. And besides, I've been on my feet all day!”
Stu laughed. “So have I!”
“Yeah well you're not…” Noah grumbled quietly.
“Go on,” Stu said as a grin spread across his face. “I'm not what?”
“Not as bloody fat as me, are you?” Noah said, blushing. The two hadn't talked again about Noah's weight since Interlaken, even to joke about it. Noah got the impression that Stu was waiting for him to bring it up.
Stu laughed. “He finally admits it!”
“Well I can hardly bloody hide it at this point, can I?” Noah snapped. Despite having talked about it, Noah still couldn't help feeling embarrassed about how far he'd let himself go. “Look, sorry, I'm just hangry,” he apologised. He passed a menu over to Stu. “Let’s order, yeah?”
“Don't worry about it mate,” Stu said. “I've been on the receiving end of fat jokes for years, it's nice that someone else can take over for once.” He looked at the menu for a while. “I'll probably just go for a burger. Fancy a starter?”
“Yeah, I'll probably do the same,” he said absentmindedly. “Couple of starters, couple of burgers, couple of sides.”
“Fucking hell mate,” Stu laughed.
“What?”
“I don't even think you know how much you're eating these days, do you?” Stu asked. “I said I might get a starter and a burger, you mentally double it and add extras. And I bet you'll want a döner on the way back."
Noah blushed. “Yeah, alright, I get it,” he mumbled. “I should start cutting back.”
“No, I don't mean…” Stu considered for a moment. “Maybe I could have a second burger too, you know? You're right, we have been walking about all day.”
Noah raised an eyebrow and smiled to himself. He'd noticed Stu doing this a lot - pushing himself beyond what he initially wanted to eat, trying to match Noah bite for bite. Each time Noah suggested they stop for street food, or grab a quick dessert or even extra meal, Stu would protest, and then quietly acquiesce. He never managed to keep up with Noah of course, but he made a valiant effort nonetheless. Noah was starting to wonder if Stu felt threatened - he'd been the big guy for years, and now previously skinny Noah was running rings around him. Metaphorically of course - Noah struggled to run anywhere these days.
“No, no,” Noah teased. “If you can't manage it, just order the one.”
Stu bristled. “I can manage two easy,” he insisted. “I think you're right about a couple of sides as well, those onion rings look good. If you want to just get one, you go ahead.”
Noah shrugged. “Maybe I should just order one,” he agreed. “After all, I'll end up having to eat your second one for you anyway.”
Stu’s mouth dropped open, before he hurriedly hailed a waiter and proceeded to order double what he wanted.
-
After Berlin, Prague and its cheap beer, roast meat and heavy dumplings. Noah discovered a love for a dessert of a tower of pastry filled with cream, which he would eat non-stop between beers and snacks.
Then east, on an overnight train to Warsaw, where the two men had to convince two Spaniards to allow them to sleep on the bottom bunk - Noah in particular was concerned that the berth might not take his girth. Poland brought more heavy food and more beer. South, after Warsaw, to Krakow for a few days, and then continuing on, through Slovakia to Hungary, and Budapest.
“You need bigger clothes mate,” Noah told Stu, poking the sliver of fat hanging out the bottom of his t-shirt as they left the train.
“Says you!” Stu retorted, grabbing Noah's much larger wedge of fat at the bottom of his t-shirt. “And you broke that button in Warsaw.”
“Yeah, well, this is the biggest I have right now,” Noah said. “You could at least start wearing my clothes.”
Stu patted his gut and sighed. “You think it's that bad?” he asked.
“Oh fuck off,” Noah said, elbowing Stu in his side.
“I'm serious!” Stu said. “I'm not the size you were when we left are you?”
Noah looked him up and down. “Probably not far off mate,” he told him. “Catching me up.”
Stu laughed and slapped Noah's gut. “I think I'm still a while off that, don't you worry. You've not exactly been losing weight either, have you.”
“I suppose you're right,” Noah said, caressing the soft fat spilling out the bottom of his t-shirt, and doing his best to ignore his hardening and confusing erection.
“I kind of get it, though,” Stu said, as the two crammed into the back seat of a taxi.
“Get what?” Noah said, his mouth full of a chocolate bar.
“I kind of get why you like it,” Stu clarified. “Being fat.”
“Fuck off,” Noah blustered. “I don't- what do you- I don't like being fat.”
“Okay, fine, whatever,” Stu appeased him. “I get why you like eating so much then, and not giving a shit about the consequences.” Neither said anything for a few moments. “It feels kind of manly though, doesn't it?”
Noah looked over and then quickly looked away again to pretend he hadn't seen Stu's hard-on in his too tight trousers. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly. “Really manly. And soft. To touch I mean. It feels good.”
“Yeah,” Stu said, growing quiet. “It’s nice. How soft it is.”
“Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, you know,” Noah said. “To gain-”
At that moment the taxi arrived at their hotel, and the driver thrust a card reader in their faces. Noah dutifully tapped Dominic's card and the two collected their suitcases.
Noah lay in his pants on the bed of their hotel room while Stu had a shower.
“They've got a scale,” Stu called through the bathroom door.
“A what?”
“A scale,” Stu repeated, sticking his head through the door. “You know, for weighing yourself.”
Noah clambered off the bed, doing his best not to show how excited he was. “Go on then,” he told Stu. “You first, what's the damage.”
Stu stood with a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping down his body hair, around the curve of his gut. He nudged the scale with a toe to turn it on then, swallowed nervously and then stepped on.
“It's in kilograms,” he said. “I don't really…”
“What does it say?” Noah asked, grabbing his phone.
“One hundred and twenty.”
Noah typed the number into Google and showed Stu the result. “Two hundred and sixty five pounds,” he told him. “A little under nineteen stone.”
“Fuck me,” Stu said. “That's almost two stone since we left.” Noah once again did his best to act like he didn't notice the growing bulge of Stu’s erection. “Go on,” he told Noah. “You next.”
Noah stood on the scales and sucked in his gut to see the numbers.
“What does it say?” Stu asked.
“Just give me a moment,” Noah said, typing the conversion into Google. “I'm just… oh fuck me.”
“What? How much is it?”
“Three hundred and thirteen,” Noah said. “I weigh three hundred and thirteen pounds.” He lifted his gut and let go, watching as it bounced and rippled. “I've put on forty pounds.” He did his best to stop his own growing hard-on.
Stu gave a low whistle. “No wonder none of your clothes are fitting.” He reached out and ran a hand over Noah's belly, before raising his hand to his chest and lightly lifting a moob. “And we've still got a while before we go back. It uh…” He swallowed hard. “It looks good on you though mate. Like we were saying in the taxi, you know. Manly.”
Noah nodded. “You too,” he said. He reached a hand out and placed it on Stu’s own gut.
Stu abruptly walked away, back into the room, and started hurriedly getting changed.
“You alright mate?” Noah asked, confused about the sudden change in demeanor.
“Yeah, why wouldn't I be?” Stu said, determinedly facing away from Noah. Noah saw him adjust crotch.
“No reason,” Noah said. He reached down to pin his own cock underneath his overhang, hiding it as best he could.
“Right then,” Stu said, pulling on some of Noah's trousers and a t-shirt. “Let's go buy you some new clothes then.”
-
Stu remained frosty for most of Budapest, but slowly thawed as they prepared to leave for Zagreb. Noah filled the awkward silences with eating. After a few days in Zagreb, by the end of which Stu was as cheery as ever and acting like the incident in the bathroom had never happened, they ventured further south, to their final stop in Split.
Noah laughed as he tried and failed to pull on his swimming shorts. They were skin tight on his thighs, and he could just about force them to cover his cock, but his arse hung out the back and his pubes and plush fat pad spilled out the top. “We forgot to buy me new trunks when I bought new clothes!” he called through the connecting door between his and Stu’s rooms. “Oh, I look fucking ridiculous, I don't give a shit, I'm coming to show you. Prepare for some not-quite full frontal!” The two had seen each other naked before, and had grown accustomed to each others growing bodies after sharing hotel rooms for weeks, particularly as they outgrew their clothes, so he knew Stu wouldn't mind. “Here, I bet you'll need to borrow mine will you?”
He waddled through the door, still laughing, but abruptly stopped when he saw Stu.
“Yeah, yeah, I reckon I will have to borrow yours,” Stu said, seemingly in a daze. Rather than squeezing himself into too his small trunks, he held them in one hand while he stood naked facing Noah. His cock stood proud beneath the fold of his gut.
“Stu, I… are you okay?” Noah asked
“Look what you've done to me mate,” Stu said, shaking his gut, making his cock follow suit.
“I'm not sure what you…”
“I know I used to be chubby,” Stu said. He squeezed his gut and massaged it. “I know I put on some weight at uni. But fuck me Noah. Why did we have to eat so much?”
“Why don't we get you a dressing gown mate, yeah?” Noah said, walking into the room tentatively.
“I'm not gay,” Stu said, stopping his groping of his gut.
“Yeah,” Noah said. “I know mate. I know you're not gay. Here's some shorts look, let's get them on, yeah?” He was starting to worry that Stu might be having some kind of breakdown.
Stu reached out and grabbed Noah's gut, slipping a thumb into his deep belly button. “It just feels so good doesn't it?” he said. “Manly. Like we said.”
“Stu, what are you-”
Stu leaned in and kissed Noah on the lips. Noah hesitated for moment before leaning into it. Stu hooked his fingers around the waistband of Noah's swim shorts and pulled them down.
“I'm not gay,” Stu whispered. “Just two blokes, appreciating what it feels like to be fat, yeah?”
“Stu, I don't think that-” Noah said.
“Oh, shut the fuck up fatty,” Stu said and pushed him down onto the bed, before climbing up onto his gut.
Twenty minutes later, the two lay panting and covered in cum.
“Its sweatier, when you're fat,” Stu panted.
“Like everything else you mean?” Noah replied.
“Noah mate,” Stu said.
“Yeah mate?”
“I think I might be a bit gay mate,” Stu said.
“You might be a bit gay mate, yeah,” Noah agreed.
-
Three weeks later, Noah stood in Dominic's bathroom on some weighing scales.
“Three hundred and twenty-two!” Dominic beamed. “Europe was kind to you, little fox. I'll get the five thousand sent over now.”
“Twenty-two…” Noah stuttered. “I was only three-thirteen in Budapest.” He looked down at the slope of his gut. No matter his and Stu’s newfound appreciate for their figures, this was all going a bit too far.
“Well, your gain is my loss, eh, little fox?” Dominic said. “You know, I was following your bank transactions while you were away. I saw how much you were spending on food, but I really never hoped that you might have grown quite so handsomely.” He clapped a hand on Noah's rounded shoulders and led him back to the dining room. “Fifty pounds since I last saw you! Tell me, how does it feel?”
Noah sat gingerly down in his seat. “It feels, well, you know. Heavy I guess.”
Dominic’s smile wavered. “And you are enjoying it, aren't you?”
Noah looked up. “I mean. It's all a lot. I’m like, what twenty three stone now? That's… that's a lot.”
“But you were saying,” Dominic said. “How manly it felt? How your friend also put on weight? How it brought you closer together?”
Noah nodded slowly. “I just think maybe it's all a bit much. I kind of thought I'd slow down after Europe. Stu has, I bet,” he said.
“Well, we can talk about that after dinner, can't we?” Dominic said nervously. “I've asked chef to make all of your favourites.”
Noah dutifully ate everything that was put in front of him, but he felt a pit growing in his stomach even as it filled to bursting. When he was with Stu, eating was fun, they joked, they laughed, they shared in the experience. This was… different. Dominic barely ate at all, just watched Noah as he pushed obscene amounts of food into his gut. Dominic spoke, but it was all one-way, like Noah was in a lecture or a particularly dry stand-up routine.
As Noah prepared to leave, stuffed beyond reason and his walk reduced to a waddle, he turned to Dominic.
“Thank you for tonight,” he said. “And for everything. I just…” He paused for a moment to belch and gather his thoughts. “I don't think I should carry on meeting you, for a little bit.”
Dominic’s face fell. “Is something the matter?” he said. “Did I say something wrong perhaps during dinner? Maybe if you could tell me I'll be able to explain, add some context.”
Noah shook his head. “It wasn't tonight,” he said. “It's everything. I really… I don't think I should put on any more weight. Thank you, but I think I've got enough money right now.”
“Oh, if that's all!” Dominic said, forcing a smile onto his face. “No need to put on any weight, eh? You can take a little break. No reason we can't keep on meeting, eh little fox? And if you happen to put on a little more weight, well then, I could send you some more money, eh? Maybe we could increase our rate a little?”
“I don't think that's a good idea,” Noah said. He slid a hand into his tight pocket and pulled his wallet out. “Here,” he said, passing Dominic his card back. “You should have this.”
Dominic pushed the card back towards him. “By no means!” he said. His eyes were a little panicked. “You keep that, don't you worry. Its just a little thing, I really don’t notice it. Yes, you keep that and carry on using it.” He put the card back in Noah's wallet for him. “No need to still meet if you don't want to, but you keep the card. Don't you worry about a thing.”
Noah shrugged and slipped his wallet back into his pocket. “Fine,” he said. No use arguing. As he left he vowed not to put on any more weight.
-
“You've put on weight!” Stu said gleefully as he pulled Noah's shirt off and threw it on his bed. It was the first time Noah had managed to visit his boyfriend since the start of their second years of uni, and he'd dragged Noah up to his bedroom as soon as he'd arrived.
“That noticeable, is it?” he sighed.
“Oh absolutely,” he said, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking. He looked up after a while when he noticed Noah wasn't reciprocating his enthusiasm. “You're not still upset about it, are you? I told you how much I'm loving the new bigger Noah.”
Noah flopped down on the bed, wincing at the loud creaks and groans that issued forth. “It's just all a bit fast still,” he said. Stu sidled up the bed and lay next to Noah. “I just can't stop eating at all, you know? Like I've tried to cut back but I still just put on more and more weight.”
“Do you know how much you’re weighing at the moment?” Stu asked, trying to sound sympathetic but doing nothing to hide his excitement.
Noah shook his head. “My scales only go up to three hundred,” he explained. “I had to buy all new clothes last week though.”
“Did you put it all on Dom’s card?” Stu asked.
Noah nodded and sighed. “I should get rid of it, shouldn't I? As long as I've got it, I'm going to keep using it to buy stupid amounts of food.”
“Come on, don't be silly. It's free money Noah. Literal free money,” Stu reasoned. “Look, in a few months Dom will either get the message that you're not going to see him again and cancel the card, or if he's as rich as you reckon he is, he’ll never notice the money and just completely forget while he moves on to fattening up the next sexy young thing.”
“You think so?” Noah asked.
“I know so,” Stu said. “Come on, let's order an Indian and make your sugar daddy pay for it. I'm practically wasting away over here having to pay for my own food.” He slapped his own gut, still the same size as when the two came back from Europe.
-
Noah looked back at the message from Dominic again.
Merry Christmas. It would be good to see you again for a drink. I'd like to give you a present.
Noah knew he shouldn't, but he didn't like the thought of taking the old man for a ride. He was still using his card and his guilt was mounting. Maybe, Noah reasoned, if he saw Dominic this one last time, he could draw a line under this whole thing.
He entered the pub and looked around, finding Dominic quickly.
“Little fox!” Dominic cried as Noah lumbered up to his table. Noah could smell the whiskey on Dominic's breath as he pulled him in for a hug. Noah pulled away and sat down.
“Well well well little fox,” Dominic slurred. “Not so little anymore, eh?”
“Not been little for a while now Dom,” Noah said. His shirt, one of the biggest he owned, pulled tight around his gut, the buttons straining around his belly button.
“No, I don't suppose you have, have you?” Dominic smiled for a moment. “A drink! You'll be wanting a drink. I'll go and…” He left the sentence hanging in the air as he stumbled away from his table and towards the bar.
He returned ten minutes later with a pint of Guinness, a glass of whiskey and several packets of crisps. Noah put his phone away.
“I don't really drink Guinness Dom,” Noah said.
“Nonsense!” Dominic cried. “Big boy like you, must love a Guinness! I know that I-” He was interrupted by a loud hiccup that made him lose his train of thought.
Despite Dominic being drunk, Noah thought, it wasn't all too different from any other time they'd met up. Noah plowed his way through an endless train of packets of crisps and pints of Guinness while Dominic told him rambling stories about the glory days of the Tory party. The only difference was that Dominic’s stories were occasionally cut short by him losing his train of thought, and Noah didn't feel the need to pretend to be listening, instead spending much of the evening texting Stu.
Eventually, Noah decided that he'd put in his time, and he was fine to leave. He stood up, pulling his coat around him.
“Little fox!” Dominic cried, almost spilling his current glass of whiskey. “You're not leaving are you, my little fox?”
“It's been nice catching up Dom,” Noah said gruffly. “I should go.”
“I haven't given you your present yet though!” Dominic mumbled, rummaging through his jacket pockets until he pulled out a box.
Noah gritted his teeth. Did he really want one more thing to be in this man's debt over? Still, no use throwing away what was bound to be an expensive gift.
He took the box, opened it, and gasped. Inside lay a vintage Rolex.
“1974. Certified of course,” Dominic said with a lopsided smile. “I got them to add a couple of links to the chain for you, but other than that, all original and in pristine condition.”
Noah gawped for a few moments. He didn't know much about watches, but he knew enough to know the one in front of him would have cost tens of thousands of pounds.
“This is very generous Dom,” he said slowly. “I didn't get you anything I'm afraid.”
Dominic waved his whiskey glass. “No need! No need! I'm very happy to support a young man blossoming into adulthood.” He took a drink and leered over his glass. “How much are you weighing these days, little fox, eh? At least a little more than the last time I saw you.”
Noah's grip tightened on the box in his hand. “I'm not sure,” he said. “I haven't weighed myself since I last saw you.”
Dominic stood up unsteadily and began to pull on his coat. “Well my house isn't far, little fox. Why don't you come back and weigh yourself, hmm?”
“I'm not sure that's a good idea Dom,” Noah said. “I should get going.”
“Oh, what's the harm?” Dominic slurred. “You could make, what? Two, three thousand pounds? All you'd need to do is come back for five minutes and stand on some scales.” Dominic leant forward. “Why don't we increase our rate, eh? Ten thousand for ten pounds? I won't notice it little fox, you might as well take it from me.”
Noah hesitated before giving a small nod. He wasn't about to throw away tens of thousands of pounds over some pride.
Dominic's house wasn't far, but between Noah's slow, heavy gait and Dominic's drunken swaying, it was ten minutes before Noah was stood in Dominic's bathroom. His coat was still on, at his own insistence. He would come in, weigh himself, and then leave. Dom swept his arm towards the scales like a magician, and Noah stepped on. He leant forward, trying to see past his gut. Dom grinned, leant forward and then giggled.
“Three hundred and fifty-six pounds, little fox,” he told Noah. “Not too shabby, eh?”
Noah stepped back. Despite himself, he grew hard. He thought about how Stu would react when he told him.
“Right then,” Noah said gruffly. “What's that then? Thirty grand?”
“I am a man of my word,” Dominic said. He clumsily pressed a few buttons on his phone and Noah felt his own phone buzz. He didn't bother checking it.
“Right, I'll be off then,” Noah said. He tried to do up his coat, before remembering how far the buttons were from meeting.
“Not quite yet,” Dominic said. Noah sighed.
“What is it n-” Noah was cut off as Dominic leant forward and kissed him on the lips. Noah pulled away but Dominic followed him, stepping forward with him, gripping onto Noah's coat and trying to stick his tongue into Noah's mouth.
Noah pushed Dominic away as hard as he could, and he fell to the floor. Noah turned away and barrelled down the stairs as some servants appeared, rushing to Dominic. Noah didn't bother closing the door as he left.
-
I'd like to apologise for my behaviour before Christmas. the text read. I know I don't deserve it, but perhaps one final meeting? Somewhere public, with no alcohol involved.
Noah sat waiting in the cafe, a hot chocolate with cream and two slices of cake in front of him. He tapped his foot impatiently.
“Noah, I’m glad you came.”
Noah looked up to see Dominic. He didn't say anything, just nodded to the seat across from him.
“I only came to give you this back. I don't want it anymore,” Noah said, passing Dominic's card across the table. “You can have everything else back as well, if you like.”
“They're yours,” Dominic said. “All of them. Given without any intention other than as a gift.” Noah scoffed. Dominic looked at the bank card in front of him for a moment, as if considering refusing it. After a while he picked it up and slipped it into his pocket. “I owe you an explanation.”
“No explanation necessary,” Noah said, taking a large bite of cake. “You've got a fat fetish and too much money, and you found the one person stupid enough to go along with it.*
Dominic sighed. “I suppose that's true, in a way.” He took out his phone and showed Noah a photo. “This is me, when I was your age.”
The man in the photo looked eerily similar to Noah before he'd met Dominic. Tall, skinny, ginger, even the face shape looked the same. Noah looked up at Dominic, seeing the same nose, same mouth, same eyes as the photo in front of him.
“When I saw you on that app,” Dominic began. “It was like looking into a time capsule. I thought, well, I had to message you. And then we met, and it was like revisiting my youth and…” Dominic sighed wistfully. “Your appetite. Even then, it was astonishing. And, well I…”
He swiped on his phone to show another photo. This time it was more obviously the Dominic that Noah had come to know; he was in his forties, perhaps, with his hair not quite as receded and showing flashes of red mixed in with the grey. The main difference was that the Dominic in the photo was enormously fat - perhaps even fatter than Noah was now, he thought.
“That was me six years ago,” Dominic explained. “I had a heart attack a little after that photo. The doctors said I needed to lose weight or I'd have another and another until...” He sighed and leant back to show his body with its small beer belly. “So I lost all of it. Most of it, at least. All of that weight I'd put on, gone. You know how good it feels Noah, don't you?”
Noah paused, then nodded. “It does feel amazing.”
“Well, I thought I could live through you a little. Get you to put on some weight, incentivise it for you, help you along, gain vicariously through you,” Dom explained. “Well, you took to it better than I was expecting. I thought I could add a beer belly to your frame, relive my younger years. I really did never think you'd get so big. I'm sorry.”
“I… I don't mind it," Noah admitted. “Being big. So big. I like it even. And it wasn't all you. You weren't the one feeding me boosts and getting me McDonald's breakfasts every morning. And at some point, even I knew I could stop, and I just… didn't.”
“Regardless,” Dominic said. “You've now reached almost exactly the weight I was when I had my heart attack. And, oh my dear boy, at such a young age.” His eyes were sad. “I said a long time ago that I'd pay to help you lose weight, if you wanted it. That offer still stands. Nutritionists, personal trainers, anything.”
Noah shook his head. “I don't think my boyfriend would forgive me,” he joked.
Dominic smiled for a moment. “I'm always surprised by how common my strange little predilection for the larger gentleman really is.” He looked down at his hands. “I should apologise for my behaviour as well.”
Noah tensed. “You were drunk, it's…”
“No, not for… well yes, for that night certainly,” Dominic said. “But for all the other nights as well. I’m rather afraid I never really cared about you. Not really. I treated you like a toy. Something I could play with and pay for and control. I never listened to you, I never took an interest in your life. I just fed you and talked at you.”
Noah shrugged. “I mean, yeah.”
“I'm sorry,” Dominic said. “And, yes, for that night in December. I acted abominably. There's no excuse.” He stood up. “That's all I wanted to say.” He put his coat on. “I’ve been to the bank and asked them to transfer three point five million pounds into your account.”
Noah choked on a mouthful of cake. “I'm sorry, what?”
“Three point five million,” Dominic said. “One final payment. Ten thousand pounds for each pound of your body.”
“I don't understand,” Noah said slowly.
“Like I said, I pushed all of this too far. You're the size I was when I could go no further and… I wanted to give you an amount that is actually fitting for that accomplishment, not those piddling amounts I was giving before,” Dominic said. “I also wanted you to not rely on me anymore. I appreciate that you needed my money, and I don't want you or I in that position anymore. It's not fair.”
“But… millions,” Noah exclaimed. “That's too much, I can't.”
“I still don't think you understand how wealthy I am,” Dominic said. “I won't notice a few million pounds. At all. It's a drop in the ocean. Take it, it's yours.” He sighed. “This way, you'll never feel like you might need to meet up with me again, and I'll not feel like I can have power over you. Goodbye Noah.”
“Goodbye Dominic.”
-
Noah took some pride in the way that the restaurant’s floorboards creaked slightly and other patrons’ glasses shook as he passed, and he noticed that most people turned to look at him. He could hardly blame them of course; while he’d stopped weighing himself religiously, he knew he was somewhere north of 450 pounds a few months ago and as such was the largest person in the room - in most rooms, usually - by quite some margin.
“We have some tables over here,” the waiter paused to look Noah up and down. “That you might find more suitable.”
Noah grinned. Nowadays “suitable” was usually a more polite way of saying “less likely to be crushed into splinters underneath you, fatty”. Sure enough, the chairs the waiter pulled away from the table looked like a different design to the others around the restaurant.
Stu sank into the chair opposite him. “I came here with some clients the other day, I didn't get brought over to the fat boy chairs,” he grumbled.
Noah patted his gut and smiled. “Well, what are you weighing at these days? Three hundred and twenty?"
“Three hundred and thirty, actually,” Stu corrected him.
“There you are then!” Noah said. “Put on another hundred-something pounds and maybe people will start giving you some respect.”
“I'm not sure it's respect they're giving you,” Stu said with a wink. “And no thank you, I'm very content watching you blow up to gigantic proportions.”
“Oh I know you are,” Noah said smugly. He leant in and lowered his voice. “Maybe this evening I can give you a special viewing of-”
Stu cut him off with a cough as the waiter arrived.
“Are you ready to order gentlemen?”
“Some champagne to drink,” Noah replied. “The best you have.”
“Ah, celebrating, sirs?” the waiter asked.
Noah and Stu smiled at each other. Their company had just made its first ten million, and Noah thought it was fitting that they celebrated at the restaurant he'd first met Dominic at; while he'd not spoken to him since he'd received that lump sum that had allowed him to start his business, he was still grateful for everything that he'd made possible.
“You could say so,” Noah replied to the waiter. “I don't think we’re sure about mains yet, but to start we’ll, let's see…”
He opened the menu and started listing anything and everything that caught his eye. He ordered enough for a table of ten without even thinking twice.
“I see,” the waiter said once Noah had stopped listing food. “Would you like that all brought out at the same time?”
“Stagger it a bit, if you could,” Stu said. “Give us a chance to get through it.” He looked at the menu briefly. “And then for mains,” he paused to smile as the waiter’s eyebrows flew up, “I'll have the full rack of ribs.”
“Oh, that sounds good,” Noah said. “I'll have the same.”
“Very good sirs,” the waiter said.
As the third round of plates got taken away, a familiar voice called over.
“Noah? Is that you?”
Noah looked up to see Dominic and another man being sat at the next table. Dominic looked the same as ever; a few more wrinkles perhaps, a little slimmer. His dining partner was older than Noah would have expected, the same age as Dominic, maybe a little younger. Noah wasn't surprised by the man's size, which looked to be somewhere in between Stu and Noah.
“Dom!” Noah said, smiling. “What a coincidence!”
“Dom?” Stu whispered. “As in high-blood-sugar daddy Dom?” Despite Stu’s lowered tone, Dominic clearly heard as he frowned at him after.
“Ah, yes, well. Noah, this is my fiancé Eric,” he said, gesturing to his companion. “Eric, this is Noah. We used to… well. This is the young man I was telling you about that I used to have a, uhh, an arrangement with a few years ago.”
Stu stood and shook both of their hands. Noah, far less nimble, neglected to stand, and instead offered his hand from his seated position. “This is Stuart,” he told them. “My partner.”
“Is that life partner or business partner?” Dominic asked. “I've heard quite a bit on the grapevine about how well your ventures have been doing.”
“Both, as it happens,” Noah said. “We’re here celebrating actually. Big milestone.”
“Well I'm glad to hear it,” Dominic said, warmly. “Well, we won't disturb you, we can ask to be put somewhere else.”
“Don't be silly,” Noah said, waving towards the table next to them as he caught sight of the waiters panicked look over at Eric.
“Well, if you're sure,” Dominic said as he settled in at the table. “I see you've kept up quite the voracious appetite,” he told Noah.
Noah smiled widely and leant back to show off as much of his expanse as he could. “I've got you to thank for that,” he told Dominic. “I've got quite a fair bit to thank you for, really.” He meant it genuinely. For all the oddness in their past, he wouldn't be half the man if they hadn't met, in more ways than one.
Dominic smiled sadly. “Yes well, I… I should apologise really,” he said. “I took advantage of my wealth and power to put you into a position that I imagine you'd rather not have been in.”
Noah waved him off. “Turns out I rather enjoyed the effects,” he said.
“Still,” Dominic insisted. “I'd like to apologise.”
“Consider it accepted,” Noah said. “Maybe we could get back in touch?” he suggested. “As equals this time.”
Dominic smiled warmly. “Yes, I think I'd enjoy that.”
You find a flier among your mail. It’s about a new dairy farm that’s started up on the outskirts of your town. It mostly talks about their background and progress to growing well enough to start up a farm in your area. They mention starting up in the next county over but you don’t recognize the name. “MilkMen’s Farm”
You turn it over and see a cheery guy dressed up in a classic milkman’s outfit. White shirt and slacks with a black belt and bowtie all topped off with the iconic cap. They’re advertising a milk delivery service to the local town.
“Freshest MilkMen’s milk around delivered to your front door.”
There’s a tearable section at the bottom that you can fill out with your info to mail back and sign up for it. You think to yourself; who needs a daily delivery of milk nowadays? Everyone has fridges to store whatever they get from the grocery stores around town. Well, can’t blame them for trying to advertise themselves. They’ll probably start selling to one of the local stores at some point later if they don’t already. Rifling through the rest of your mail you toss the flier along with some other junk mail into a bin to throw out later.
Those few seconds were pure heaven. Josh’s jaw dropped when he saw his new neighbor step out of his truck and start strutting a little way up the path towards his front door. Out from the corner of his curtains, he gasped at the man’s beautiful face and imposingly strong body; his t-shirt fitting impeccably well, the biceps on full show and the delicious pecs thrusting themselves forwards. Never in his life had he seen a man he had admired quite so much. But then the guy turned, giving Josh a great shot of his tight, muscular glutes and strong thighs on full display in only a pair of tight gym shorts. He was going back to the truck, the passenger door opening where a guy was just getting out as well. Like a gentleman, he went straight to him, took his hand and eased him out.
That was when the moments of bliss ended. Just as Josh was getting over the disappointment that his hunky, new gay neighbor was not single, the image of his boyfriend made his breath catch in his throat. It was a face he hadn’t seen in almost ten years and had dearly hoped he would never see again. He could feel his heart racing and his eyes bulging. It couldn’t be! Nathan? The guy who had made Josh’s high school existence an absolute misery. Fuck! Was he going to be moving in right next door? Josh wouldn’t be able to cope with that. Surely he wasn’t such a bad person that he would be deserving of this?
As if to rub salt in the wound, the beautiful, new, incredibly tall guy stooped down to kiss Nathan on the lips and he wrapped his strapping arm over his shoulders, both of them gazing upon the house they had just purchased. In his shock, Josh hadn’t realised that he had strayed out from behind the curtain, only noticing how exposed he was when the new guy caught his stare and smiled at him, waving politely at Josh through his window.
Instinctively, Josh threw himself back, filled with embarrassment. He couldn’t let Nathan see him. No way! Everything he had done in life seemed to evaporate: his successful career, his weight loss. He was reduced to being that shy, overweight, 280lbs eighteen year old boy no-one wanted to be friends with.
Josh swallowed. He really had come a long way since those days. Back then, he had been timid and unsure of himself at the all-boys school he attended with Nathan. He hadn’t been able to make friends quite like Nathan could, seemingly effortlessly. And, despite the fact that they were both out about their sexualities, it was only ever Josh who was made fun of for it; alongside his large, round belly and broad, dimpled, under exercised butt. In fact, rather bizarrely, the abuse was usually instigated by Nathan himself, who wanted to position himself as the cool, sporty and fun gay guy of the year group, doing his best to ensure that any homophobic bullying was sent Josh’s way instead. The tactic worked flawlessly.
Since then, Josh had fully embraced his sexuality and now maintained his low weight for over two years. College had been awesome and everyone in the neighborhood loved him here. So why hide out and pretend that he didn’t have the courage to face his old demons head on? Without even registering what his body was doing, Josh found his feet were suddenly leading him out of the door. It was, once again, that ridiculous side of himself, so desperate to please; the part of him that had made him such a target in high school; that made him open his own front door and smile at them both warmly in greeting,
“Hello!” he sang, wanting so desperately to speak only to the new guy, yet unable to tear his eyes from Nathan as the boy visibly grimaced in recognition of Josh. “Congratulations on the new house!” he smiled, hearing a slight crack in his voice.
As if sensing his lover’s disdain, the handsome, new guy looked down at his boyfriend in amusement. Nathan was being rude, and he knew it, so he unhooked his arm from his shoulder and strolled across the grass to shake Josh’s hand alone. “Nice to meet you,” he smiled in a deep, charming tone that sent a spark of lust through Josh’s whole body. “My name is Max,” he explained, turning back to his boyfriend and pondering. “But something tells me you two already know each other already…” he grinned, as if this scenario was all quite funny to him.
“Yes!” Josh tried to smile; his heart beating a mile a minute and feeling like his whole body had been transported back ten years as he was staring into the eyes of his bully, desperate to get away unharmed. “We were in school together,” he nodded, noticing for the first time that Nathan wasn’t quite as slim as he had been back then. His stomach was slightly thicker, as were his thighs and chest. He had a slight puddle of fat under his chin that should have given Josh confidence, considering all the weight he himself had lost in the last two years to become the slim, healthy-looking, pretty boy at long last. But… it didn’t. Despite being in the best shape of his life, Josh still felt like the fat boy Nathan used to target every day. “It’s lovely to see you again, Nathan!” he tried.
Nathan scowled and huffed. “Sure. You too,” he spat insincerely, averting his eyes back to Max straight away. “Honey, could you get my box from the back of the truck?”he asked.
Max sighed, playfully rolling his eyes at Josh. “Sure thing, Honey,” he called back, ripping off his t-shirt to reveal the incredible, muscular physique underneath as he prepared to set to work unloading.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Josh asked them both, like a glutton for punishment. All he really wanted to do was to get inside and hide away.
Max seemed to look him over; his thin physique and 150lb frame, dressed smartly in a well ironed shirt. “No,” he replied, assessing Josh to be fairly useless for the physical moving and carrying that would be his chore for the next hour. “I’ll be fine,” he smiled, giving him a charming wink.
Nathan waited until Max was out of earshot. It was a tactic Josh remembered well, already bracing himself. “You can stop looking at Max like that,” he grunted at him. “We’re not friends,” he hissed. “You were a prissy little no-body in school and…” he continued, eyeing up and evaluating Josh’s well maintained and impeccably manicured front yard, “...you’re clearly just the same now.”
“Nathan, this is silly…” Josh tried once more, summoning all his resolve. “We’re grown adults.”
“You think because you’ve lost a few pounds I’m going to let you be friends with me?” he laughed, always keeping an eye that Max wasn’t listening. “Go home, Josh. And stay there.”
Reeling, Josh did indeed go inside, cursing himself; imagining what a fool he had made coming out to greet them like that. Why did he have to give Nathan the satisfaction of even trying to be nice to him? Why couldn’t he accept that the guy would never tolerate him?
The teenager inside of Josh made a grab for control. He opened the cupboards and started whipping up a batch of cookie dough. He ripped open the ice cream and began spooning it into his mouth, knowing that food had been the only true comfort for him back in those dark days of high school. He would have been that way all night, gorging himself, had Kelly from next door not stopped by, knocking on the back door and seeing the mess in the kitchen.
“Oh, you’re making your famous oatmeal cookies for the new neighbors?” she’d assumed, full of smiles.
Josh nodded, pleased that a plausible excuse had just fallen so easily into his lap. Of course it had been Kelly who had been one of the first to introduce herself to the new couple next door. The woman thrived on the suburban gossip and would actively make it her mission to get around everyone on the street, sharing what she had gleaned from the fresh arrivals.
“They’re such a lovely couple, aren’t they?” Kelly went on. “Nathan works from home, y’know? His family owns a big share in the haulage company over by the docks. That’s probably how he landed a guy like Max! He’s so handsome, isn’t he?” she swooned. “I bet the family are rolling in it!”
Such a thought had crossed Josh’s mind too. Sure, Nathan had always been a good-looking guy, but he wasn’t as slender, nor as athletic as he had once been. Even to the untrained eye, Max seemed more than a little out of his league these days. Then again, Max seemed to be doing pretty well all by himself; his own sizable construction business’ name printed down the side of the two trucks they now had on the driveway. What reason would he have for settling for a slightly chubby guy from a wealthy family when he was clearly already doing well for himself already?
“I think they’re going to fit right in here,” Kelly nodded. “Nathan’s even coming with us to yoga class on Wednesday!”
Josh’s heart sank. He loved that yoga class, but there was no way he was going if Nathan was there as well. Already the spiteful boy was making a move on all his friends. He considered telling Kelly everything he knew about the real Nathan; their shared history and the bullying. But then everyone would know what a loser he had been back in high school. News like that had a way of spreading like wildfire, twisting and evolving as it passed from person to person. Could Josh handle that? More than ever, he wanted to leave his high school days in the past. Acting as if he didn’t know Nathan seemed like the best thing to do; especially if he didn’t want to be the source of neighborhood gossip.
“They smell great!” Max smiled, looking genuinely delighted at the large container of oatmeal cookies Josh had felt compelled to deliver to him after promising Kelly that he would. He’d hidden behind his curtains for nearly twenty minutes until he was sure that Nathan was inside the house, leaving Max alone in the front yard to unpack the last few boxes for the evening.
“It’s something of a tradition for me to make them when a new neighbor arrives,” Josh smiled meekly, still checking the porch to ensure that Nathan wasn’t about to reappear.
“Yes,” Max smiled back at him. “I’ve already heard about your excellent baking!” he offered charmingly. Clearly Kelly had spent quite some time telling him about all the neighbors. “Nathan is going to love these. He has quite the sweet tooth, y’know?”
Josh tried to smile back, but just the mention of Nathan’s name was enough to start making him feel as sick as he had back in high school. “Well, make sure you get to taste some as well,” he replied quietly. Back before Josh had gone on his weight loss journey, the recipe he had followed had been his absolute favorite. The cookies were far too nice for the likes of Nathan!
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare!” Max joked. “Nathan is quite the glutton when he gets something sugary!” He looked sideways to check that his boyfriend wasn’t about. “It’s the reason why his ass is a lot wider than you probably remember it in high school!” he chuckled, theatrically masking one side of his mouth so that no one could read his lips.
Josh laughed, taking to Max straight away. Nathan had always been highly strung and awkward, but this guy was as relaxed and as wicked as they came. According to Kelly, they had only been together a few months. Max was the sort of level-headed man who would soon see through Nathan’s false facade. He had the air of a charming bad boy about him; someone who was rarely bettered in a battle of wits.
“Nathan’s always been a very handsome guy,” Josh conceded, not wanting to implicate himself in anything that could be considered unkind in front of Max.
“Oh, yeah, for sure!” Max smiled, nodding in full agreement. “But even handsome guys can overeat…“ he smirked. “Trust me, I doubt any of these cookies will ever see daylight again!”
Josh smiled politely and walked back to his house, his mind whirring away. Nathan would have to be very silly to let his appetite get the better of him and lose a man like Max. Josh had never imagined his old high school bully would get even a little chubby, yet there was no denying that Nathan was starting to let himself go a bit. Perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst thing ever. The faster Max got fed up with Nathan’s expanding waistline, the sooner they could all be rid of him - for good!
The following week, Josh’s heart leapt with joy as he saw Max returning home with a full tray of doughnuts. He grinned. offering a silent prayer that Nathan would gorge on the lot and struggle to fit in his pants the next day. Despite the outward appearance of order and harmony within Max and Nathan’s house, it seemed obvious to Josh that the pair’s home must still be upside down after the big move. Why else would Max have come hom with take out every night that week, if not for that? Inside his head, Josh was adding up all the calories and just imagining what impact they may have on nasty old Nathan. Back when Josh was with his ex, he’d been verbally mocked for even looking at foods like that when he still had weight to lose. Yet, there was Max fetching and carrying it all in for him as if he had no idea how much foods like those could influence a guy’s weight when he didn’t work a manual job, like himself.
After skipping yoga for a couple weeks, Josh sensed the other ladies on the street starting to treat him a little differently; their husbands soon following suit. Perhaps it was the obvious extra pounds he was starting to carry on his stomach once more. His tummy had swollen and softened as he consoled himself with his own baking after each intimidating stare from Nathan every time he was unfortunate enough to see him outside. The others on the street were short and impatient, moving away from him as quickly as they could. There were scowls and forgotten invitations to backyard barbecues; clear signs that something was going dramatically wrong. It was happening all over again, just like last time. Nathan had spread his vicious lies and set Josh well within his sights. Josh could just imagine the guy’s smug, satisfied face after each made-up rumour he would tell. Now the neighbors huddled together with Nathan; their backs turned to Josh; an impenetrable wall. Josh watched on, filled with hopelessness, whilst being periodically glanced over at as they continued to discuss him; the outsider.
It was all too much. Josh felt like he had built up a life for himself, only for Nathan to come along and knock it all down. Pretty soon it was only the hapless Max who ever had a friendly smile for him. The ice cream, the cookies, the chocolate, they all called out to him when he came in feeling glum; Josh’s healthy eating regime shattering into a million pieces.
Clothes were tightening, the extra pounds spreading, and a reinflation of Josh’s previously toned body was a seemingly unstoppable process. His butt had always taken the brunt whenever his diet had failed him, but the build up of pure fat felt so much more extreme this time. Josh avoided the mirror, stuck to his loosest fitting outfits and attempted to ride out the winter, assuring himself that all would come right again, once the darkness ended.
It was Spring when Max was cutting the grass in his front yard. With his shirt off, Josh suspected that he wasn’t the only one on the street twitching at the curtains. Even the oldest residents could attest to the fact that there had never been such a handsome, masculine presence on this street. Not that Josh could ever hope to have a man like that now. He’d piled on so much weight over the winter months. He’d felt it all sliding back onto his body, invading his stomach and chest once more. His old t-shirts had come out of the attic, his former pants and jeans. He could feel it under his chin, bloating up his face, jiggling in his love handles and swelling up his butt; 45lbs of pure lard, developed from months of comfort eating due to the quiet isolation he now felt. Dating was out of the question; at least not until he got a grip of himself again. But when would that be?
Max was cleaning the blades of the mower when his miserable boyfriend came trotting out carrying a cool glass of lemonade for him. Wearing loose, unflattering sweatpants, Nathan hovered above his crouching man as if he was utterly oblivious as to how gigantic his butt looked. Winter had been hard on him as well it seemed, Josh smiled. It was completely transformative! Rather than being a little over-padded, Nathan’s butt and love handles had swollen to a width that would make jaws drop. This was a fat boy, without a doubt, having piled on even more than Josh himself. It wasn’t even as if he had become more shapely or especially masculine, but more like a hose had been inserted into his rear and pure blubber pumped in as much as he could take.
Max’s face lit up upon seeing his boy, rising to his feet, strapping his hands onto that big butt and pulling him in for a kiss. He seemed to revolve Nathan slightly so that his hefty rear could be seen even by those living across the street; the guy’s strong hands genuinely appearing to revel in the size of those lardy glutes.
Nathan laughed and patted the horny boy away, trotting back into the house and inadvertently giving Josh a better look at the rest of his body: that double chin, the puffy arms, the rounded tummy, the larger mounded chest. Just what had the boy been eating whilst he worked from home all these months? He had completely ballooned!
Josh’s attention turned back onto Max: a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watched Nathan disappear from view. It had been him, Josh realised, as the handsome boy chuckled to himself and crouched back down to clean the lawnmower blades. Barely a night had gone by when Josh hadn’t caught sight of him carrying something tasty in for his lover after a long day at work. He’d enabled it all. Hell, he might as well have had his name tattooed on that oversized rump of Nathan’s. Yet… he was still attracted to the awful boy. What sort of a guy put up with a weight gain like that? Certainly not any of the ones Josh had ever dated; constantly criticising his appearance and making him feel unworthy of their love, he thought bitterly to himself. Yet, there was the completely undeserving Nathan, likely far exceeding 240lbs, and still actively garnering the attention of a man like Max.
There was no such thing as karma. Life wasn’t fair. People never really got what they deserved. Some guys were just born lucky.
It had been a slip at work that had done it. Josh was laid up on his couch resting his broken ankle and feeling more than a little sorry for himself that May. Whilst he enjoyed the freedom of being single, living alone was not always easy when things weren’t going great. Two weeks into the healing process and already the house looked a mess. He was existing off microwave meals, working from home and moving as little as possible, just as the doctor had ordered. He thought of all the times he had been there to help others on the street when bad luck had befallen them; yet no one had called round to check on him. With his parents gone and brother living so far away, Josh had never felt so isolated in his life. That was, until a large shadow crossed his window as the figure of Max could be seen in his front yard, mowing the grass for him.
Josh hobbled to the front door and caught his attention, thanking Max for coming to help even when he had not asked. His yard had never looked like such a mess; the beautiful flowers he looked forward to each summer going unnoticed, hidden behind an unruly forest of weeds and grass.
“Nathan’s away at a friend’s this weekend,” Max explained. “I’ve not got much to do anyway,” he shrugged.
Josh nodded, wondering whether even Max would dare to help him had Nathan been at home. Although he often caught the man in the front yard and exchanged a few simple, friendly words, he had always been keen to keep his guard up. He knew that, as a couple, Nathan would have spoken to him about why he didn’t like Josh. Perhaps they laughed about him behind his back. He could easily imagine that.
“Is there anything else I can do for you whilst I’m here?” Max asked kindly,letting himself in later that afternoon and stepping into Josh’s living area as he tried to get himself upright to greet the strapping man properly.
“No, you’ve already done so much! You’ve been a lifesaver!” Josh smiled. He looked down at his cast, wishing it away so that his life could get back to normal and not rely on others like he was having to right now. “What can I do to thank you?”
Max scratched his head in thought. “Maybe, when you’re better, you could make another batch of those cookies for Nathan?” he considered. “He guzzled the last batch down in no time at all,” he laughed, not hiding an element of mockery within.
Josh paused for a moment, unsure whether there was some sort of punchline coming from Max’s strange humor about his boyfriend’s appetite. “Sure,” he nodded at last. “I can do that.”
“Thanks,” Max smiled, dropping his head slightly and starting to shuffle out. But then he paused, turning back. “This must be pretty nice for you, huh?” he asked. “Nathan was such a bastard to you for being fat in high school, and now he’s the one carrying around all that extra weight? I imagine you feel pretty smug each time you see him?”
Josh stared at him. What sort of a question was that? He started to mumble a reply, realising that he didn’t even know what he was supposed to say. “Well, I’m hardly one to judge,” he finally replied softly. He hadn’t expected anyone to see him that day and his fat stomach wasn’t hidden in the slightest by the old, tight band t-shirt he’d slipped on earlier.
“Go on, admit it!” Max smirked. “You hate his guts!”
Again, Josh struggled to find words. “I wouldn’t say I hated him,” he lied.
“Why not?” Max asked. “He hates you. Loathes you, in fact! You should hear some of the things he’s been going around telling the neighbors.”
Josh frowned. “What’s he been saying?" he asked, immediately outraged. He took a breath, realising that he’d actually rather not know. He couldn’t say he’d ever really understood Max’s boyish humor, but his motives for saying these things eluded Josh. It was almost as if he enjoyed all the drama. “Okay…” he sighed, defeated.
“So, how do you feel about him?” Max pressed, not letting this go.
Not knowing what else to do, Josh shrugged and relented. “Fine. I don’t like him. Okay?“
Grinning with triumph, Max nodded with delight. “Good,” he smirked. “Make sure you channel that when you’re making him those cookies then: a little extra butter here, more sugar in there. Think of all the mean fat jokes he ever made about you,” he stated pointedly. “Make the greedy little piggy pay…”
Afterwards, Josh felt like he had slipped into a strange, alternative reality. Guys didn’t talk like that about their boyfriends; so why had Max spoken about Nathan like he was trying to stir up an old vendetta? Had they argued before he’d gone away that weekend? Was all not as it seemed next door? The whole thing could have been the start of a very scandalous neighborhood discussion had Josh been the type to share with the gossips. Not that anyone was really talking to him right now. As it was, Josh simply pondered it alone, slowly making up a batch of the cookies as Max had asked.
That Sunday, Josh yelled to Max as he headed out to pick Nathan up from the airport. He hobbled back into the kitchen, fetching the container of cookies so that he could hand them to him. The strapping man was waiting in his hallway expectantly, dressed in a smart shirt as if he was going to take Nathan straight out for dinner afterwards. His aftershave smelt enticing and the man’s eyes lit up when he saw the container so filled with cookies. He seemed genuinely thrilled to hold it in his hands.
“I hope there’s plenty of butter in these?” he asked seriously, studying the rise as if he knew what to look for.
Josh nodded, suddenly feeling under scrutiny. “You can look at the recipe,” he replied, unsure why he was so keen to please, even in this bizarre situation.
“That’s alright,” Max chuckled. “I trust you,” he whispered with a wink. “We’ve got his sister’s wedding coming up this month and I want him looking fat as fuck beforehand! He bought a suit for it months ago but… I have a funny feeling it won’t be fitting so well,” he smirked wickedly.
Max turned to leave.
“Do you…” Josh tried to ask, feeling uncomfortable with the way things were going down. “It’s just… I find it so strange. Do you not like Nathan, or something?”
Max looked like he wanted to laugh as he turned around to hold eye contact with Josh once more. “Of course I don’t!” he blasted. “Who the hell could actually like Nathan? Only absolute morons! You and I both know better than most… Nathan is not a good person.”
Whatever answer Josh had been anticipating, that had not been it.
“Then… Why are you with him?” he asked slowly, as if this was all too complicated for his brain; like he had missed some crucial detail that would tie it all together.
Max checked his watch and shrugged, no longer caring if he was going to be a little late to pick Nathan up. “I’m playing the long game,” he sighed. “Nathan and his family have been throwing their weight around for far too long in this town.” He looked at Josh as if he knew him far better than even he could realise. “Nathan’s father fired my dad when he questioned him about his business affairs; framed him for some corrupt dealings; gave my mom a nervous breakdown. We lost everything. Dad went to prison. I grew up in a trailer park with my grandparents.”
“That’s awful!” Josh tried to sympathise.
“It is what it is,” Max shrugged. “I can’t change the past.” He leaned against the wall, sighing with sadness. “I’m not the type to let bullies get away with things. But that attitude got me in so many fights back in high school, let me tell you!” he chuckled, almost with nostalgia.
Josh admired his fine, muscular body once more. Of course Max could handle himself. He was so built and tall, he wouldn’t need to take shit from anyone.
“I’ve come across many awful people in my time. Nathan is by far the worst of them all. He dated one of my best friends for almost a year. He had him working to the bone to please him, all the while fucking some guy who lived in their apartment building. He ran up a huge debt in my friend’s name, fleeced a ton of cash off him and walked away with the keys to their apartment. My buddy wrapped his car around a tree and only just escaped with his life. I saw it happening all over again, the whole cycle of cruelty that family is so good at. Only this time, I wasn’t too small to do anything about it.”
Josh nodded sympathetically. None of what he had heard surprised him, but it felt good to listen to someone else highlighting what a piece of work the woman actually was. “But, how?” he asked, still not understanding Max’s plan. “You can’t just be trying to fatten him up so that no one else will have him?” In Josh’s head, it didn’t compute. He couldn’t make the leap from the trauma of the past into the incredibly surreal present day situation going on next door.
“I sure can!” Max chuckled. “He’s a greedy boy. I spotted it in him straight away. It was always bound to happen sooner or later. I’m just speeding the process along…” He could see how sceptical Josh looked. “You know the real Nathan better than most people. He’s not charismatic, especially intelligent, or in any way kind. He’s just a pretty boy from a wealthy family. And he’s played those two cards his entire life, no matter the damage he leaves in his wake. I could tell you so much more about the things he’s done.”
“But that doesn’t mean you should…” Josh tried, hardly bringing himself to say it again “...fatten him up.” He knew, in some bizarre way, that he was possibly the only person Max had confided all of this in.
“Nathan was the one who put the drugs in your brother’s locker in high school, y’know,” Max jumped in. “He did it to spite you because you dared to talk back to him one day. He actually laughed about it when he was telling me how your brother got kicked out of school and your folks shipped him off to some military academy.”
Josh recoiled, knowing the exact and only moment he had dared talk back to Nathan in high school, now realising the devastating consequences it had had. He’d never suspected Nathan capable of planting the drugs back then. Not ever. But it was the reason Josh’s brother had gone into the army afterwards; why he had ended up stepping on that landmine.
“Nathan saw him in his wheelchair when he came here during the holidays,” Max went on. “He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even care.”
“Well, I guess he couldn’t possibly have known…” Josh tried to reason.
“Josh! When are you going to stop letting people push you around?” Max blasted, losing patience with him. “When are you actually going to stand up for yourself? Nathan has been ruining your life for years now and you’ve done absolutely nothing to try and stop him!”
Josh lowered his head. He’d always been such a timid creature, so desperate to please. But Max was right: Nathan was bad to the bone. He couldn’t find the strength to do anything about that in high school, but maybe now he could. “It’s not just the weight gain you’re using to get back at him, is it?” he asked, sensing now how sharp and clever the man before him was; ten steps ahead of everyone else, playing a game none of them even suspected.
Max nodded. “The weight gain is just…karma,” he smirked. “You don’t need to know the rest,” he stated seriously. “Keep your friends close and your enemies…” he rambled ominously. “I want to bring the whole lot of them down. That entire, rotten, corrupt family.”
“I believe you,” Josh smiled, viewing Max as the guardian angel he had always longed for. “I think, If anyone can do this, you can.”
The pair smiled at each other, understanding one another at last.
“I’ll make you some more cookies and treats,” Josh finally sighed. “I’m not saying I necessarily agree with that particular method of how you’re trying to get him back, but…I guess I’m willing to help in any small way I can,” he offered, hardly believing that the words were coming out of his mouth.
Max’s eyebrows rose up high and he chuckled in surprise. “Josh, Josh, Josh…” he tutted mockingly. “Are you serious? Or are you just saying this because you’re upset about everything I just told you?”
Josh swallowed. Max was a knight in shining armour, ready to save him from the most vile creature on Earth. Finally, there was someone willing to take Nathan on. If only he had had an ally like him back in high school. “I’m going to help you,” he stated calmly. “Just tell me what I need to do.”
Once his foot was out of the cast two weeks later, Josh settled to his side of the bargain with enthusiasm. There were so many recipes he hadn’t tried in years given that he’d been losing weight. Now he was getting to have a go at them all, quietly helping his cunning neighbor get his own back on the man he was pretending to be in love with. Max would accept the treats and repackage them so that Nathan would have no idea they were especially baked for him from just next door.
“How was the wedding?” Josh asked Max as he came over to collect the cream cakes Josh had promised him before they left the previous weekend.
Max smirked wickedly, standing just inside the doorway. He had the musk of a strong, capable man after a hard day’s work, a scent which never failed to make every part of Josh tingle. “Awesome!” he nodded in delight. “Just as I predicted, Nathan couldn’t squeeze into his suit properly. He got himself so drunk on champagne that he fell over onto his huge ass for everyone to see, tearing the pants all the way through to the crotch!”
“Oh, I wish I could have seen that!” Josh chuckled, allowing more and more of his wicked side to emerge the longer he had been supporting Max.
“Here,” Max offered, pulling out his cell phone and showing Josh a picture of the tear. He leaned in closer; his strong arm holding the phone up in front of Josh’s face. It was the sort of closeness Josh looked forward to most of all. “His father was furious with him!” Max added, delighted with himself.
“I’m pleased to hear it,” Josh smiled.
“So these are the cream cakes you promised, huh?” Max asked, taking the box from Josh. “Beautiful presentation, as always!” he winked.
Josh blushed a little. “Well, I know it’s just the calories you care about. But I can’t help myself. I enjoy making them look nice.”
“No, no… it all helps!” Max countered. “The fat pig can’t stop himself when they look as enticing as these! It makes my job a lot easier. Thank you.”
Chuckling with a little nervousness, Josh could hardly look Max in the eye. There was something about his enjoyment of all of this that really made him swoon for him. If he was being completely honest with himself, his efforts in the kitchen weren’t entirely about getting revenge on Nathan. These moments alone with Max were also a significant highlight. Not only was the man dripping with sex appeal, but when he spoke about how fat and heavy Nathan was getting, the whole thing seemed almost kinky and excitingly naughty.
“Well, to be fair, neither can I,” Josh admitted, trying not to take it all too seriously. “There were a couple more cream cakes in the box before I got a little peckish earlier.” He rubbed his fat stomach, knowing that the extra few pounds he’d added since baking so much for Max was its own cosmic justice for getting mixed up in this whole wicked plan to fatten up his old high school bully.
Max smiled at him in that cheeky, naughty way that made Josh’s knees want to buckle.
“My ass will soon be as big as Nathan’s!” Josh joked.
“Absolutely!” Max grinned, looking his body up and down like he was checking him out. “You won’t hear any complaints from me about that!”
Josh’s laugh caught in his throat. Was Max being serious with him? It was the most bizarre feeling he had had around him yet. On the one hand, the handsome guy was telling Josh he’d put on a few pounds. Yet, on the other… it definitely felt as if he was flirting at the same time. “I guess I’ll just have to watch what I eat from now on then…” Josh answered, if only to fill the silent void that would likely have followed had he not.
“Nah…” Max grinned. “Not every man wants to date a stick insect,” he winked. “I wouldn’t be doing any of this to Nathan if I didn’t quietly enjoy it.” He lifted a cream cake out of the container and placed it on the side. “For later,” he smiled at him. “For a man who actually deserves it…”
When Josh stood on the scales the next week, he was shocked to see that he was the heaviest he had been in over two years. He rubbed his fat tummy, able to grab full rolls of fat once again now he was 250lbs. His body was familiar and yet very different at the same time. Even at his heaviest, some 30lbs north of this, he had never carried the fat on his glutes like this before. He shook them, hardly comprehending the blubber that rocked and wobbled. But there was an even greater difference to the last time Josh was this size, one that couldn’t be reflected back at him in the mirror: a contentedness that seemed almost inexplicable. So what if he was fat again? Nathan was still considerably fatter. So what if he enjoyed his food? He’d always been a fat boy, no matter how ‘thin’ he had appeared until recently. He’d been a people pleaser for far too long. Now was the time to accept himself for who he truly was. A new Josh had been born.
“I thought I could smell you frying up doughnuts!” Max laughed, letting himself in through the back door, as he was now accustomed to doing. In this neighborhood, tongues would soon start wagging should he be seen to be coming over too often.
“I found a recipe online,” Josh smiled, still with his back to him as he fried. “I’ll put some to the side for you shortly.”
Max had found the recipe printout on the side and he whistled in delight. “Wow… you are quite the bad boy!” he teased. “This is one of the most fattening things I’ve seen you make yet!”
Josh turned, resetting the timer before the latest batch could come out. “I also made some cupcakes earlier,” he pointed to the cooling rack by the refrigerator. “I’ll put some icing on them and you can take some back with you. How long have you got?”
“Twenty minutes or so,” Max shrugged. “Nathan doesn’t know I’m back from the gym yet. He’s in the bathtub.”
“Let’s hope he doesn’t get wedged in…” Josh teased, knowing that Max’s wicked sense of humour was rubbing off on him. “What a shame that would be!” he joked.
The man smiled brightly at him; that beautiful face, the wicked twinkle in his eyes. “You know, you’ve really come out of your shell these last few weeks,” Max beamed, admiring every part of him.
Josh ripped one of the fresh, sugar-coated doughnuts in half and put it in his mouth. “I’m just done with giving a crap about what other people think of me. I never realised how good it would feel just to… let it all go.”
Max seemed completely mesmerised by him as Josh ate the second half of the doughnut. He turned back around to pull the last batch out and turned the frier off. It was then that Josh heard him getting up from the stool he was perched on at the breakfast bar and come ever closer. Josh had known for a few days what would happen next; the inevitability of it all; the profound sexual tension. It began with Max’s large hands sliding onto his thicker hips. Max stooped down lower, resting his head on Josh’s shoulder and turned his face in towards his; the hunk’s sweet breath against Josh’s ear. “I think that’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said,” he whispered.
Josh chuckled to himself. It was actually happening! He swivelled, his mouth meeting Max’s as they kissed sweetly and passionately for the first time. They pulled away, looking deeply into the other’s eyes before laughing and going back in for more. Max’s hands began sliding under Josh’s clothes, lifting his t-shirt off, lowering his sweatpants and feeling the fleshy areas of his body that no man had ever appreciated on him before. The sensation made Josh moan, only spurring Max on further as he lustfully consumed him. In no time at all, the clothes covering the lower halves of both their bodies were removed, Max pressing his oversized hardness into an oiled up Josh. He’d lifted the chubby boy up and placed him down upon the table, spreading his thick legs as he held the glutton’s feet aloft. The thrusting was firm, pleasurable and manic. Max pulled out, lifted his shirt off and used his tongue to warm Josh up until he felt ready to scream with enjoyment, before inserting himself back in and going at it once more. Josh felt at his large, doughy nipples as they rocked and jiggled from the motion, laying across the table top. Max too reached out for them, moaning with pure pleasure. The way he touched them was complete eroticism, bringing intense stimulation wherever his large hands went; especially when they started working Josh’s own hardness.
Josh could tell that Max was having to hold himself back. His enjoyment of his wobbling fat body was absolute. Josh could hardly believe that such a handsome, muscular man was actually making love to him, working so hard to ensure that they could both climax together. The inevitable conclusion, only moments later, was more satisfying than any sexual experience of Josh’s whole life.
Max seemed overcome afterwards, panting furiously. He lifted Josh clean up from the table and kissed him once more. “I’m falling in love with you. You do realise that, right?” he whispered sweetly, letting Josh know that, for him, what they had just done wasn’t only for fun.
Josh beamed, gazing up at the man he admired most in the world. He didn;t need to say anything back. At that moment, both of them just knew.
Having a relationship with another guy’s man was not something Josh had ever thought himself capable of. Then again, none of the men he had clumsily drifted along with since high school had ever been like Max. He was so hardworking and reliable; so handsome and kind. He brought out a side of him that Josh never knew existed, and boosted his confidence like no one had ever even tried to. The man was everything Josh could ever have wished for. But then, he was also still in a sham relationship with the guy Josh despised most in the world.
“No-one likes you here. You know that, right?” hissed an aggressive voice that made Josh jump as he deadheaded the last of the late summer blooms.
“Nathan,” Josh sighed, surprised that he hadn’t even noticed the fat lump coming towards him. Max was clearly working late, otherwise the blubbery bully would never have approached him like this in the evening. “How’re you?”
“You heard me, right?” Nathan battled on, ignoring Josh’s attempt at niceties. “No one likes you here.”
Josh continued with what he was doing. It was the first time he’d spoken to Nathan without his heart beating wildly in his chest. “I am very aware that nobody likes me around here, yes,” he replied calmly, snipping away at the faded flowers.
“You should just sell up and leave,” Nathan continued, getting closer. With his massive weight gain, he had the appearance of being even more intimidating than ever before.
Josh simply ignored him, continuing with his gardening. With so many windows facing towards his garden, there was no way Nathan would ever risk getting physical with him, as he used to when they were teenagers. However, Nathan still had the mindset of a reckless bully and needed to be treated with the utmost caution. Perhaps it was his weight that was making him feel so discontented this evening and in need of hitting out on Josh. Indeed, it was somewhat amusing to Josh that Nathan hadn’t so far tried to use Josh’s own weight gain to aggravate him. There could be only one reason for that: Nathan was well aware that he had packed on even more lard himself.
“If people don’t like me much around here, it’s because they believe a pack of lies, maliciously spread in order to ruin my reputation,” Josh simply offered in reply. “And if people actually like you, it’s because they believe all the lies you tell them in order to make yourself look better. Either way, I’d much rather be who I am, rather than you.”
“How’s your brother doing?” Nathan snapped back.
Josh took a breath. Nathan was a master at warfare. When he realised that one thing was failing to get a rise out of Josh, he could always flip to the next. It was flawlessly jarring and caught him off-guard each and every time. Josh could sense Nathan’s power growing.
“That’s one sweet wheelchair he uses these days,” the bully taunted.
In an instant, Josh felt all his patience evaporate. The end had officially arrived. There the hose pipe lay next to him. He reached for it swiftly, knowing the gun was set to the most powerful mode after he’d been clearing out the drains. Then a wicked grin filled his face as he squeezed the trigger tightly. A fast flowing jet of ice-cold water flew out, pressing forcefully into Nathan’s large, fat tummy and soaking him in an instant. The man yelled, clearly caught out by Josh’s surprising backbone. He began retreating, but Josh was in no mood to let him off, holding firmly to that hose pipe gun and aiming relentlessly towards the bully. The fat boy began moving faster, charging across his lawn and towards the safety of his own home. Josh simply followed him with the water, even as the obese man slipped and landed heavily on the grass, face-first. Even then, Josh still aimed that hose at the wide, fat rump of the boy who had tormented him for so long. Nathan quickly picked his heavy body back up and ran onto his porch, slamming his front door behind him.
Invigorated, Josh dropped the hosepipe and laughed. Nathan’s yelling had alerted several figures to appear in the windows along the street. Everyone had seen the incident, but what did it matter? Josh drew in a gigantic refreshing breath of air and bowed deeply to all of them. With a reputation as bad as his around here, he had nothing to lose. Perhaps that had been Nathan’s biggest mistake from the start.
“We could forget all about the plan?” Max suggested as a naked, thoroughly satisfied 250lb Josh rested his head against his powerful chest in bed a few weeks later. “We could just sell up and leave here together. Nathan and his family wouldn’t be our problem anymore.”
Josh sighed. Max’s offer was everything he longed for and more. Calling Max his own was a dream he could hardly dare to imagine. Falling in love had felt like the most natural thing in the world and both of them were open about having never experienced anything like it before. With the pair having lost their parents at such a young age, they knew the value of their bond and the importance of cherishing the shared love that they had. But it wasn’t time to give into it just yet. There was too much hurt and trauma to make amends for.
“Are you getting closer?” Josh asked him. “Whatever case or evidence you’re trying to gather against Nathan’s family?”
Max was quiet. “I think so,” he whispered, intertwining his fingers between Josh’s and admiring his chubby little hands. “The fatter Nathan gets, the more his family seems desperate for me not to leave him. It’s as if they admire me for sticking around. They trust me.”
“Good,” Josh replied. “That’s exactly what we need.”
“So, we’re seeing this one out, all the way to the end?” Max asked him, still quietly hopeful that they could run away together instead.
Josh raised himself up and grabbed the can of spray cream he had kinkily brought into the bedroom with them so that he could lick it off Max’s perfect body. “Of course we are,” he smiled, tilting his head back and pumping the cream down his throat, just like the fat boy inside him had always longed to do. By the time he had finished, he looked down and saw Max’s hardness had been resurrected and amplified tenfold. It was always that greedy, gluttonous, independent side of Josh that the man seemed to admire most. “Besides...” he grinned, starting to stimulate Max’s erection as he climbed on top and grabbed the man’s hands until they rested upon his fleshy love handles, “...I haven’t made that bastard fat enough yet!”
A thoroughly reinvigorated Max growled with lust, flipping the fat boy over and reversing their positions. He reached for the spray cream, grinning from ear to ear as he made love to him for the third time that night, filling Josh’s mouth with fluffy cream, one squirt at a time.
Nathan had started to upset a couple of folks on the street over the next few weeks; his true colours coming through at long last. Josh had thought things were going wrong for Nathan the moment he had tried to get Josh charged for assault and battery after the water hose incident. Despite all the many witnesses in the windows, not one of the neighbors had corroborated Nathan’s claims about the incident. Even Mr Gomez’s security cameras had bizarrely deleted the footage for that entire day. At the time, Josh had simply assumed that Max had called in a couple of favors as he desperately scrambled to discreetly assert some damage control, purely for Josh’s sake. Josh had denied everything to the police, just as Max had advised him to (once he had stopped laughing). However, it seemed once one of Nathan’s lies had been unpicked, more followed as the gossiping neighbors began to compare notes. A re-evaluation had been going on in the street and it seemed as if Josh had suddenly become worthy enough to wave to once more. It was all too little too late in Josh’s opinion, returning only a frosty raised hand in response.
Kelly had tried to muscle her way back into his life, without a word of explanation as to why she had barely spoken a word to Josh in months. She knew she was on thin ice, not daring to comment on how much weight Josh had been piling on in the time that had passed. Instead, she simply launched back into all the tasty bits of gossip Josh had missed out on whilst ostracised; discussing none more so than Nathan.
“I think they’re going to split, him and Max,” Kelly rambled as Josh dug in his winter flowering mix, barely listening to her. “He’s well over three and twenty hundred pounds! They don’t even sleep together anymore!” she whispered. “He lost his job for lying to them. He was trying to poach clients for his family’s business! Derek heard all about it. He said you’ve never heard language like it than when they caught him in the act!”
Josh smirked, having heard all about it from Max over two weeks ago. Kelly was so behind the times!
“He’ll never get another desk job again,” Kelly determined. “He’s just living off poor Max. Although, who the hell knows what he sees in him? Personally, I never liked the man!”
Josh chuckled to himself at the lie, declining the invite to join them in the yoga class that week. That ship had sailed. Even after the neighbors had backed him up with the police, it was likely more about teaching Nathan a lesson than it was about Josh himself. He had seen who his real friends were, and Kelly was not amongst them. Instead, he took himself back inside, excited to get started on a new recipe he had found that morning.
“Something smells nice!” Max whispered later, his hands wrapping around Josh’s thick waist as he stood at the stove. “Your famous chocolate fudge sauce?”
“With extra butter…” Josh teased him back.
“Mmm…” Max mumbled; his hardness pressing into Josh’s large, round rear. “You’re such a bad boy!”
“You know it!” Josh grinned, letting Max’s horny hands travel all over his vast blubbery exterior and into his underwear, warming him up like only Max could. He’d never been as fat as this in his whole life, but life as an average height, 320lb man was suiting him just fine. In Max’s arms he felt sexy and confident; a precious being to be loved and admired. He leaned his head back into Max’s chest as the man’s hands stimulated his hardness perfectly, making him moan softly as he stirred the sauce.
“And the best part is,” Max whispered, “this fudge mix is all for you. Nathan has gone back to his parents’ place for a few days. That means, he’s going to be there when they’re all arrested tonight. Every last one of them!”
“How?” Josh asked, his face beaming with surprise and shock as he turned to face his lover.
“I finally managed to copy daddy’s hard drive,” Max smirked, raising his big arms over Josh’s shoulders and kissing him sweetly. “There’s stuff on there that implicates them all. Serious stuff!”
“Will they know it was you who passed it onto the police?” Josh asked next, a little concerned.
“Not a chance!” Max grinned triumphantly; his hands now mindlessly rubbing Josh’s giant glutes. “Although, maybe you think I should lay low in your house for a few days, just to be safe, huh?” he joked, clearly aroused by their sudden good fortune. He pulled off his t-shirt and flexed his pecs in the way Josh most enjoyed.
“I like that idea!” Josh smiled back excitedly.
“Oh, yeah?” Max smirked, handling his large glutes and bouncing them in the way that made them wobble the most. “Do you think you’re ready to have a big, strong man around the house all the time? Pampering you as much as he can?” he whispered, kissing his neck passionately.
The fudge sauce was catching on the bottom and burning. Already it was ruined. But what did it matter? Max would never deny him anything he wanted. Josh would whip up some more and consume it in front of him, even as his clothes got ever smaller. Finally, he could be the greedy boy he always was inside, and with a man who had a great track record of keeping his boys well fed.
Hatred had brought them to each other, but it was love that would keep them together, no matter what came next.
“Have you met the new neighbors?” asked Sandra, watching as Max’s truck pulled into his new driveway.
“I popped over yesterday,” nodded Helen, quietly admiring the strapping Max as he got out of his truck, waving to them politely before reaching back in and grabbing a couple of boxes of pizzas from his passenger seat. “He’s certainly very handsome! And incredibly charming!” she admitted, watching Max’s strong glutes as the muscular man strutted into his new home, ready to surprise his husband.
“The other one seemed very nice too,” Sandra commented next, clearly holding back on something.
“Yes, very sweet,” agreed Helen. “If you like that sort of thing. He manages their construction business, you know. Josh does all the admin from home. Max does all the physical side of things.”
“Perhaps that’s why that one is so…” Sandra hinted.
“Yes, perhaps,” Helen nodded. “Although you do get some men who like that sort of thing,” she added, as if knowingly.
“I don’t doubt it,” Sandra chuckled. “Why else would a strapping man like that marry an enormous boy like that? I’d have a fit if one of my children tried to bring home a fat blob like him!”
“Quite right,” Helen agreed. “He must be at least four hundred pounds!”
“Oh, at least!” Sandra echoed. “Disgusting!”
“I saw them in their front yard the other night whilst the handsome one was digging up the flower beds. He couldn’t keep his hands off the fat one! I had to close the curtains in the end. No one wants to see that!”
The pair sighed with a muted longing. They’d already made their minds up about Josh. He wasn’t going to be one of them, and they’d certainly let him know that in time. However, they could all quietly envy him for the rest of their days, able to eat whatever he wanted and keep the attention of a man who would never stray. The man who didn’t need their approval, nor the expected, tedious, married, middle class lifestyle the others here had secretly tired of many years earlier.
Bullies could be found everywhere. They came in all shapes and sizes, encrusted within every walk of life and every last neighborhood there had ever been. But inside that house of warmth, love and acceptance, Josh and Max would never fail to outlast them all.
Bigger is better. David lived by those words, and it was that very philosophy that got him to where he was today. By all accounts he was big. He had plenty of lean muscle and was the envy of more than a few at the gym.
But it was that same philosophy of his that made him feel so small at times. David dreamt big. That meant he always pushed himself to be bigger and lift bigger. He was never satisfied with where he was at, which is the exact mentality that got people like David to the size they are today. Many people would have lost motivation a long time ago, but David’s desire for more trumped all other priorities in his life.
David had made a lot of changes to his life to ensure his success, and one of those changes was hiring himself a personal fitness coach a few months back. This had proven to be quite beneficial in David’s growth journey with the results speaking for themselves. David and his coach got along very well; the kind of relationship that extended beyond client and coach although lacking the camaraderie of friendship. The relationship was so because they both resolutely worked towards the exact same goal: making David as big as possible.
David’s coach saw the immense potential that David had, with his grandiose expectations of him being matched by David himself. That meant he could work tirelessly with his client without the fear of being held back by David’s own ambition. It was in this sense that David and his coach didn’t act like peers, as they didn’t grow together but they did share a united vision. David’s coach was the supporting act, and their bond was so strong due to his loyalty and enthusiasm towards David’s quest.
This didn’t mean that David and his coach were in complete agreement about the path to their desired goal. David liked to relish in his shredded glory, that same glory that made those around him so envious. However, David’s coach, being the strategist of the two, knew that getting David bigger meant straying away from David’s current perception of big.
‘Bulk’. David’s coach knew it would be a hard sell but more mass leads to more mass, whether it was fat or muscle wasn’t important. Big is better. David had to truly live up to that philosophy now that he had a coach to hold him accountable.
David’s coach was not interested in even trying to negotiate a change in diet. All he planned to do was just alter David’s protein shake. It was underhanded for sure, but the two of them shared the same ruthlessness in pursuing their common goal. So that’s how David’s coach ended up hidden in a large locker in the locker room one day, peering through the vents waiting for David to find a spiked protein shake.
That day David found the protein shake effortlessly. It was a comically sized 2L bottle that was filled to the top and David did not hesitate in downing the unfamiliar shake the moment he saw it. The eyes spying from the locker were filled with excitement and fear when David did not stop to take a breath as he chugged the entire bottle. A loud, unapologetic belch signalled David’s over the protein shake; not a single drop had been left behind. Little did he know that his coach not only spiked his drink but had taken some liberties when doing so.
David patted his bloated belly, far from surprised by the effect that chugging two litres of protein shake had on his stomach. Although, David seriously started to regret his decision when he noticed no amount of burps was releasing him from the rapidly building pressure in his gut. As his belly expanded out further and further in front of him, his coach watched on like a scientist would as their experiment took an unpredictable turn in the most amazing way possible. It wasn’t just David’s belly, his arms, chest, and legs all began to balloon up to double their size. All the while, a fuzzy mat of dark hair grew all over David’s body and a bushy beard formed on his previously sharp jawline. David had completely transformed.
His coach, who was completely bewildered by David’s metamorphosis, was shocked to see David fervidly welcome his new body. David flexed his big beefy arms with pride. He could feel unfathomable power course through his muscles and in order to display his newfound strength he decided to lift up one of the empty lockers. He chuckled to himself almost maniacally as that feat had taken him so little effort, not knowing he had actually lifted up his coach as well.
Once David had gotten over the initial rush of power he knew he needed to take a look in the mirror. He was ecstatic to see that his neck was nowhere to be seen in his reflection. His neck now represented his old, much leaner self which had been swallowed up by the new and improved David. Looking at the almost foreign man in the mirror, David had not realised how much he had secretly yearned for the powerlifter physique until it had finally happened, and he could barely wait to see how much more he could lift now.
David’s thoughts were interrupted by his stomach rumbling. He already needed more fuel, but before he could attend to his powerlifter appetite he knew he had to show his coach what he had become. He grabbed his phone and posed in front of the mirror with one hand on his big belly. He sent the photo off to his coach with the words: “Big is better”.
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