Makinufat

I opened my eyes. Olly was still snoring quietly. His muscular arm was draped across my chest and one leg was curled over me.

I stretched a little, careful not to wake him. I felt so much lighter. Breathing was easy and the constant claustrophobia of being encased in fat was gone.

My body was back to normal. The realization filled me with relief, though I couldn’t deny a tinge of wistfulness.

I crept out of bed and walked into the bathroom. As I walked, I felt parts of me rub together. I didn’t know what that meant. I was still half asleep.

Then I saw my reflection and screamed.

Olly immediately woke up and ran into the bathroom. “Arthur? Are you—?” He froze when he saw me. “Arthur?”

I was a pile of skin. All my fat was gone, but my normal, athletic body was buried under hanging curtains of loose flesh. My belly skin hung halfway to my knees. My upper arms sported thin, papery wings of fat. A waddle dangled under my chin. And my moobs—oh God—those hung disgustingly low.

“What happened to me?” I muttered.

He wrapped me in a hug. “It’s okay,” he whispered into my ear. “We’ll go back to Temporary Body Expansions and see what went wrong.”

“Okay,” I said, though I did not feel okay. I pulled on my pants and the same loose shirt I’d worn yesterday. Olly dressed just as fast as I did and together, we hurried back to Temporary Body Expansions. We were planning to go back anyway to return the wheelchair. Olly was pushing it, but I felt so uncomfortable walking that I sat in it and drove myself.

When we arrived, the same smiling receptionist greeted us in the lobby. “Welcome back! Thanks so much for returning the—”

“Stop talking,” I snapped at her. I jumped out of the chair and jiggled my arm flab. “You said this was temporary!”

Her smile faded. “Sir, you signed all the forms. You knew…”

“Temporary!” I screamed again.

Olly didn’t say anything. I hated how he was just standing there, staring at his feet.

With a sigh, the receptionist pulled out the thick pile of papers that I’d signed. She spread the papers across the counter and waited for us to approach. I trudged forward, feeling my belly skin flop against me with each step.

“I’m so sorry if you’re upset…” she started.

I scoffed. That was a non-apology if I ever heard one.

“But look at this page, please.” She pointed toward a series of paragraphs with the heading “Skin Stretching Side Effects.” In plain English (not contract-speak), the paper explained that any temporary gain over 30 pounds could result in loose skin. Any gains over 50 pounds virtually guaranteed it, as the human body isn’t able to expand that much without affecting skin elasticity.

The receptionist pointed to the last line on the page: “Temporary Body Expansions strongly encourages clients to limit their gains to 30 pounds maximum and takes no responsibility for negative effects if said client chooses a higher weight.”

“Do you see how this sentence is underlined?” she asked. “Do you remember when I explained all of this to you?”

“Uh huh.” I remembered half-listening as she spent minutes on end talking about the effects of stretching my body. I specifically remembered her underlining that sentence, too. It just didn’t sink in at the time. I was so excited to surprise Olly, and so blinded by the word “temporary,” that I didn’t register that signing these papers meant I was signing away my thin body forever.

No wonder I had such dark, angry-looking stretchmarks. The fat wasn’t permanent, but those marks definitely were.

Olly grabbed my hand. “Arthur?”

“I… I…” I didn’t have any words.

The lady tilted her head. I think she felt sorry for me. I know she thought I was an idiot. “Listen, we’re a new company, and we’d hate to have a customer leave unsatisfied, so…” She reached into a drawer under the counter and pulled out a small red card.

I took it. “What’s this?”

“It’s a gift certificate for another day of fatness. Valid for us to 50 pounds.”

I had absolutely no use for that. Another day of fat wouldn’t fix me.

Olly grabbed the card, though. “Thank you, ma’am.” He turned to me. He knew the same thing I did: There was nothing else we could do.

As we walked back home, hand-in-hand, he tried to calm me down. “We’ll get you some compression shirts this afternoon. If you want.”

“I am so stupid,” I mumbled.

“You’re not stupid. You were just excited.” He stopped walking to look me in the eyes. “I think you look great. You’re not fat, but there’s still a lot more of you to play with.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “I hate how I look, Olly. I’d rather be fat than, than floppy!”

He smiled. “You’d rather be fat?”

“Yeah. That would be a thousand times better than this!” I grabbed my drooping pecs through my shirt.

“If that’s what you really want, then… I can help you.” The morning sun shined behind him, lighting up his edges in a golden glow, as he stepped forward and grabbed the skin hanging over the sides of my waistband. “You have a lot of room to grow. For real this time.”

***

I sat shirtless on the couch, casually chewing on a gingerbread man. Even though it was Christmas Eve, the air conditioning was on full-blast. At my size, I needed it.

Olly should be back any minute. He said he had an early present that he needed to pick up. Knowing him, it was probably a couple cheesecakes to feed me.

I reached for another gingerbread man from the platter at my side, but they were all gone. Dang it. There were plenty more cookies in the kitchen, but I didn’t have the energy to push myself off the couch. Without any food to keep me occupied, I focused on the TV and rubbed my own belly.

Now that I was really fat instead of fake-fat, I couldn’t stop giving myself belly rubs. It felt good, of course, but I think I did it mostly because I was proud of myself. This gut wasn’t a temporary thing that I’d paid for; it was a massive lump of fat that I’d earned. Olly helped, of course. I couldn’t have gotten this big in a year’s time without his constant encouragement. But I was the one who ate. Rubbing my belly was a way to honor all the hard work.

Finally, the door swung open and Olly marched inside. He didn’t have a present with him. He was the present. He had a brand-new beer gut poking proudly out of his red sweater. Throughout our countless feeding sessions, Olly hadn’t gained a pound. He was a 100% encourager, and I was a 100% gainer. And now…

“Surprise!” he said. “I cashed in that gift certificate we got last year.”

I pushed myself to my feet. I had to. Then I waddled over and hugged him. My belly squished into his.

He looked incredible. Total ex-jock. Mostly muscle, a general layer of fat, and an absolute beast of a belly. Of course, his circular glob of belly fat was nothing compared to my massive, hanging apron, but it was still impressive, especially on him.

“Did you do the full 50 pounds?” I asked.

“Sixty!” he proclaimed. “I paid a little extra.”

“You remember what they said, right? That anything over 30 could lead to a bit of stretching.”

He raised his shirt, showing me just how wide and round his stomach had gotten. He traced his finger along a single, telltale stretchmark running up to his under-moob fold. “I’m aware. And I’m ready for it.”

I kissed him.

That night, he fed me a massive amount of cheesecake as usual. But for the first time, I fed him in return.

The End.

I love writing about positive, supportive male couples who embrace the joys of gaining, feeding, encouraging, stuffing, and belly play. I don’t write about force-feeding (unless it’s consensual) or revenge fattening. I read those kinds of stories sometimes, but as a writer, I want to explore the healthier sides to gaining.

I find fat beautiful, so I kind of get lost in describing it sometimes. I love the sheer variety of plus-sized body types, so I try to reflect that in my stories. Not every fat guy is destined to grow a big, round beer gut (although those are great, of course).

I typically stay away from magical plots or instant weight gain. That usually doesn’t do it for me.

I will never use AI in my writing. I like creating these stories myself. (I have a day job as a full-time writer/editor, so this stuff is sort of a release for me.)

I try to be realistic with how quickly my characters gain, but sometimes I get a little ahead of myself and stretch reality. Just go with it.

I've started to publish some of these stories as ebooks. They will always be available for free on Tumblr, but one of my goals in life is to make gainer fiction more accepted in the literary world. We need to get more of this stuff out there. I don't expect gainer fiction to ever become mainstream, but there's no reason why it isn't as mainstream as, say, werewolf shifter erotica or other niche subgenres.

Probably not important, but I'm a redhead, so if you're wondering why there's an overrepresentation of red-haired characters in my stories, now you know.

I’m a gainer in my personal life, but I’m terrible at it. I always get up to about 210 or so and then chicken out. These stories are a way to help me process some of those feelings so that I can eventually have the confidence to keep going. We’ll see. (196 as of today!)

***

After a three-hour tour of the property, Hank led us back into the air conditioning. Thank God. I was about to get heat stroke.

You’d think that growing up in oven-hot New Mexico would prepare me for an Illinois summer, but my God! I probably lost ten pounds in sweat alone.

Sonny was a bit red-faced, but he didn’t look as overheated. In muggy weather like this, I guess it helps to be so small and skinny.

“And we’re back where we started,” Hank announced, officially finishing his tour. He’d shown us all the buildings on the property as well as most of the fields. He introduced us to some of the other staff, but there were dozens more that just waved at us as we passed by.

“Thanks,” I huffed, wiping the sweat out of my eyes.

“Let me know if you have any other questions. I’m always available.” The burly man turned to leave, but Sonny stopped him.

“And what areas would you say need the most hands-on attention from us?”

Hank forced a smile. “None, really. We’re a well-oiled machine, sir. So…”

My husband cut him off. “I’d really like to help out. Get my hands dirty. Right, Kel?”

“You’re on your own,” I mumbled, still struggling to cool down. I was not cut out for farm labor. And in all honesty, Sonny wasn’t, either. I couldn’t imagine him lifting a bale of hay or manning any of the tractors.

“Just me, then,” Sonny said to Hank. “This is my place now, and I’d feel terrible if I just sat around all day.”

“Very well,” Hank said, doing a poor job of hiding his annoyance. “We’ll find something.”

***

I took a big bite of shepherd’s pie. It was the single best dinner I’d ever tasted. The savory flavors danced across my tongue.

“Is every dinner gonna taste this good?” I asked Nancy, our cook, before she left the room.

“Every meal. The kitchen staff is on call 24/7, sir.”

I looked over at Sonny, who was plowing into his food. “Did you hear that?”

“Mm hmm,” he said with his mouth full. “Thank you, Nancy!”

The old woman scurried out of the room.

Sonny and I were so focused on eating that we barely said anything to each other. I ate a massive amount (nearly everything that Nancy had scooped onto my plate) before I scooted back in my chair, full and satisfied.

Shockingly, Sonny wasn’t finished. Well, he was finished with his first plate, but he’d reached for seconds.

I was shocked. My husband was five inches shorter than me and (I think) 40 pounds lighter. He had never eaten more than me at a meal.

I think he noticed me staring, because he took a break from chewing, smiled at me as his cheeks bulged with food, and mumbled, “Worked up an appetite.”

He must’ve. He spent the last few hours helping outside. I guess I was wrong about him getting in the way. Who knows? Maybe my slim twink of a husband would grow into a big, muscly farmer. I’d like that.

***

Even though I was lugging the heavy picnic basket, I reached the pond first. Sonny arrived a few minutes after me.

I laid out our blanket under a tree and we sat in the shade. It was early September, so the weather wasn’t aggressively humid anymore. Still pretty damn hot, though. I couldn’t wait to jump into the cool water.

Sonny had the same idea. As soon as he sat down, he stripped off his shirt. He smiled at me, but then his face turned serious. “What’s wrong? Why are you staring?”

I didn’t realize that I was. But since he caught me, I might as well come clean. “Honey, I’ve noticed that since we moved here, you’ve gotten a little… bigger.”

“Little” was an understatement. He’d gotten fat. His belly folded into his lap, his ass was huge, and even his face was rounder.

During our first dinner together, I had images of him growing thick with muscle from all the farmwork, but I couldn’t see any muscle on his new body. Just flab. It had been noticeable just two weeks into our stay, but now, it was undeniable. He looked like a completely different person.

In a way, I kind of liked it. Sure, I missed his old body, but he felt so much more… comfortable now.

I waited for his reaction. Surely he'd noticed how much he'd changed.

He stared at me for a while, until he let out a hearty laugh. “You’re one to talk, Kel.”

“Huh?”

“Strip off your shirt, please.”

I did.

He crawled over the picnic blanket toward me, his belly dangling under him, until he leaned next to me and squeezed my stomach.

I had a roll of pudge just under my belly button. A few months ago, I had abs (more or less). It wasn’t a lot (and probably only visible because I was sitting), but it was definitely there.

“Oh,” I said.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. Our eating habits had changed a lot since we’d moved here. Dinners were bigger and heartier. Plus, with the weather so hot, I stayed inside the air conditioned farmhouse all the time. No more basketball games. No gym visits.

“Don’t be like that,” Sonny said, kissing my cheek as he squeezed both hands into my roll. “I think it’s really cute.”

“Back at you,” I said, giving his (much softer) stomach a squeeze in return.

So what if we’d both softened? We were farm boys now.

***

I was playing video games in the living room, the air conditioner on full blast even though the weather had finally started to cool, when Hank rushed in.

I jumped up, looking around for my shirt. I didn’t want our lead farmhand to see my belly hanging out like this. I couldn’t find it, though, so I stood up straight and tried to suck in.

He politely ignored my shirtlessness. “Sir, I need your help.”

This was his first time asking for help. It must be serious. “Okay.”

“You have to convince your husband to stop ‘helping’ us,” he said.

“Huh?”

Sonny was so proud of all the work he did on the farm. I didn’t really know what he did out there, but he spent a lot of time with Hank and the staff.

“May I be honest, sir?”

“Please.”

“Sonny is a great guy, but he doesn’t realize how much harder he’s making all our lives. He can’t do anything. He just gets in people’s way, especially now with his added… size. The only thing he’s good at is eating our inventory. I’m sorry to put you in this position, but can you…?”

“So all this time,” I interrupted, “he hasn’t done anything useful?”

Hank thought for a second. “He’s good at feeding the pigs. But we have a machine for that. So…”

“I’ll talk to him,” I promised. “And I won’t mention this conversation.”

“Thank you, sir.” Hank literally hugged me. Jeeze, Sonny must’ve been a real nuisance. I felt vicariously embarrassed for him. And I should’ve known from his changing body that he wasn’t actually doing physical work out there.

Hank left and I went back to my game. Twenty minutes later, Sonny came in from his “long day of work.” He grabbed a tray of biscuits, doused them with a sickening amount of honey, and sat next to me on the couch.

I patted his sweaty belly to welcome him home. “Hard day?”

“A farmer’s gotta do what a farmer’s gotta do.” He nibbled on his first biscuit.

“Babe, we need to talk.”

***

“No peeking,” Sonny said as he guided me down the hallway. I was a little nervous about his anniversary surprise. Knowing Sonny, it was something food-related.

In the last six months, since he’d stopped trying to work outside, pretty much all we did was stay inside and eat together.

I heard him push a door open and then he pulled me inside. “Can I look now?”

“Yes.”

I opened my eyes, but I had no idea what I was looking at. We were in one of the downstairs guest rooms that we never used, but Sonny had changed everything. He’d taken out all the furniture and replaced it with a massive mattress that filled most of the room. I wouldn’t call it a bed. It was more like an elevated platform. And surrounding it on three sides was a trough with some sort of conveyor belt coming out of the wall.

“Surprise!” Sonny shouted. He bounced a little on his feet, sending ripples through his whole body. He looked so damn cute.

“What is this place?”

“Don’t you get it? I modeled everything after our pig pens. This is our new feeding room. Happy anniversary!”

He pulled me into his softness for a hug. Then he kissed me.

I pushed him away. “What’s a feeding room?”

“What do you think it is? We don’t have to spend all our time at the dinner table anymore. We can do all our fun stuff in private. Get as messy as we want.” He nodded up toward the ceiling, where he’d installed shower nozzles to spray the whole place down.

This was wild, even for him. I mean, yeah, we ate all the time. You could even say we started using food as foreplay, stuffing ourselves beyond our capacity before taking things to the bedroom. And yeah, when he was full, I usually straddled his (mostly gone) lap and coaxed him into eating his dessert.

I guess that was feeding. And I guess we were into it.

But to have an actual room like this? It seemed like too much.

“Do you love it or do you love it?” he asked. He slid onto the mattress and stretched out his soft, bulging body. His voice turned huskier. “Come on. Wanna try it out?”

I didn’t. Honestly, I was scared. I’d gained 60 pounds since we moved here. Sonny had gained twice that. We both liked our changes, but a room like this implied that we were going to start really pushing ourselves now. Actively gaining instead of just… Well, I guess we’d been actively gaining for months now, but not to this extent.

I didn’t want to disappoint him, though. I needed to keep an open mind.

Slowly, I climbed onto the mattress. It was firmer than our bed. Still comfortable, though.

He got flat on his stomach, his chin on the edge of the trough. I didn’t feel comfortable doing that, so I sat cross-legged next to him.

“See those buttons?” he asked. There were three buttons on the wall. One had a cake logo, one had a meat logo, and one had a question mark. “I’ll let you pick. Sweet, savory, or surprise.”

I pressed the cake button.

The conveyor belt started to whirr in front of us. Nothing was on it at first. Then, chocolate cake came out of the wall. Not a full cake, though. Not even slices. It was clumps of cake, as if someone in the kitchen had mashed it all up with their hands.

As the first piles of cake rolled past us, Sonny stuck his head into the trough and ate like a pig. Chocolate flew everywhere.

I watched him for about a minute, trying to process the image. This was what Sonny liked now. What started as slightly bigger dinners on a farm had snowballed into… this?

It took me about twenty seconds to accept that, yes, this was what Sonny wanted. It took me forty seconds to accept that I wanted it, too. His total gluttony was weird, but it was so freaking hot. After a minute, I grabbed my first chunk of cake (unlike my husband, I decided to use my hands) and shoved it into my mouth.

***

“Kel!” my husband screamed from the feeding room. “I’m lonely!”

“One second!” I shouted back. I wasn’t really in the mood for another feeding session, but it would be nice to watch. Poker was fun, but it didn’t hold a candle to messy alone-time with my husband.

I gave my remaining chips to Hank and left the table.

“Have fun!” our farmhand Lucas called to me.

“Don’t get too close to his mouth or he might bite you!” Nancy joked.

I ignored them.

When I stepped into the feeding room, I pulled off my shirt. I didn’t want it to get stained. Plus, it always felt weird to wear clothes next to my naked husband.

He had the platform half-inclined, so he could lean on his back and grab food with his right hand. I know he preferred to be on his stomach, but that had become too uncomfortable about fifty pounds ago. “Is that you?” he asked through a mouthful of something. He couldn’t turn his head enough to look.

“Who do you think?” I slid next to him, getting cozy against his ocean of soft flesh. When I was with the farm workers, I always felt enormous, but when I was next to Sonny, I felt so tiny and insignificant.

He leaned over as much as he could so I could kiss his cheek.

“You're interrupting my poker game again,” I said.

“I know.” He shoved another handful of mashed potatoes and gravy into his mouth, though most of it flopped down his chin. “Joining me?”

“Not tonight,” I said. I only joined in once or twice a week. Most of the time, I just came in to cheer him on and massage his beautiful belly. And to help wash him afterward, of course. The shower jets cleaned off all the mess, but he still needed me to soap him up between his rolls.

When he designed our little feeding room, I had no idea it would turn into his permanent home. I know there were moments when he got sad, when he remembered how small his world was compared to the enormous property that he was no longer able to see for himself. But those moments were fleeting. Most of the time, like right now, he was blissfully happy.

I laid my head on his belly, looking up at his smiling face as he chewed and swallowed, and appreciated our lives as farm boys.

Eventually, his eating would slow. That’s when I’d climb on top of him and hand-feed him the rest. But that wouldn’t happen for a while. He still had a long way to go.

The End

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matty shrugged. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fair enough,” Jake smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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