Tom's Turn-ons
Experiences like these didn’t come along all that often. Tom had been sitting on the sidelines with his buddy, Ben, reminiscing about high school, imagining their futures without it. They looked across at the familiar building whilst their other friends kicked around a football. It was a conversation, much like any other, yet it had stuck with Tom for years afterwards; replayed in his head, word for word, many times.
“Imagine us all, ten years from now,” Ben had laughed, “coming back here to catch up. I wonder how many of us will still be in touch.”
Tom nodded. There’d been a strangely melancholy gloom to their afternoon now that the summer was ending and college loomed for them all; everyone disappearing off to different parts of the country. It was exciting, yes. But letting go of the beauty of the present, that amazing summer, with all their friends together, was not something either of them relished at that particular moment.
“I imagine we’ll all always stay friends,” Tom replied, knowing he was perhaps being a little optimistic and naive.
“What do you think we’ll be like by then?” Ben had asked, clearly in a ponderous mood. “I can’t see any of us being fit enough to play football like this by then?” he chuckled.
Tom had laughed, but his interest had already been piqued by the choice of question. Nobody knew about his secret desires to gain weight. Tom had pictured it clearly each night as he masturbated in his bedroom; imagining himself with an enormous gut and giant ass. “Why? Are you saying you think we’re going to get far too fat to play football in ten years from now?” he laughed, feeling the first spark of arousal as the words left his mouth.
Ben laughed. “Well, maybe not everyone. But there are certainly a few of us that I can see getting pretty fat in a few years time. Liam already eats like a pig!” he joked.
Tom felt himself getting an erection. He’d never known an innocent conversation like this play into this kinks so well. “Who else do you think will get fat in the future then?” he asked, moving the t-shirt he had already taken off over his crotch, just in case.
Ben considered, looking over at all the other guys. “Hmmm, Sam, perhaps. I know I certainly will be. I’ll be like my dad. We both love takeout and beer, so it’s a no-brainer!” he laughed, slapping his six-pack stomach as if he already had a giant, fat belly on him.
“No way,” Tom disagreed, imagining that Ben was probably looking for reassurance that he wouldn’t end up looking like his dad; even though the thought of it turned him on more than anything else had that summer.
“It doesn’t bother me,” Ben shrugged. “I have a big appetite. It’s definitely going to catch up with me one day.”
The idea that Ben was so relaxed about the idea of gaining weight when he was older blew Tom’s mind. He’d felt so guilty and conflicted about his strange fantasies, the thought of someone as athletic and attractive as Ben letting go was almost too much for him to bear. “What about me?” Tom asked, feeling his lustful heart beating fast. “Do you think I’ll be fat when we’re older too?”
Ben looked across at him, surveying his flat stomach and toned chest. “I’m not sure about you,” he replied, seeming to be considering many different factors in his head. “It could go either way.”
“I like beer too,” Tom shot back, desperate to keep the conversation going. “Takeout, cake, doughnuts, pizzas… I love all that shit. I’m bound to get fat as well,” he stated, suddenly desperate for Ben to agree with him. “Getting fat sounds pretty awesome!” he laughed, slapping his flat stomach in the same way that Ben had moments before.
Now Ben laughed too. “Okay then,” he joked. “I’ll add you to my ‘fatties of the future’ list.”
Tom was already excited to go home and masturbate with the images that were flooding through his brain. “Thanks, man,” he chuckled, hiding his arousal well.
“I reckon…ten years’ time…” Ben went on, still thinking things through. “We’ll be almost twenty-nine…” He twisted his head from side to side and looked up at the sky. “I guess, if I’m anything like my dad, I’ll be about 360lbs by then.”
From the corner of his eye, Tom saw and felt his own bulge bounce beneath the draped t-shirt and he jumped in alarm, sitting up and closing his legs. Why the fuck would Ben speculate like this? It was too much for him to bear.
“That’s about two hundred pounds bigger than I am now,” Ben clarified. “I think that’s around about what my dad was at that age.”
“That’s… quite a lot,” Tom mumbled awkwardly.
“What would you be if you gained two hundred pounds in ten years?” Ben asked, looking curiously at Tom.
Tom quickly did the math. “Three-seventy five,” he replied, feeling almost desperate for the conversation to end by now.
“Yeah, you’re a few inches taller than me,” Ben nodded, seeming to agree. “Yeah, I can see you at that size,” he smirked. “Definitely.”
With that, Ben got himself up and strutted over to join the others, with no idea just how much he had turned on one of his best friends.
It was a constant battle, remembering how arousing that conversation had been, yet trying to suppress those urges so that the imagined outcome would never actually become a reality. Upon starting college, Tom had been swept up with the athletic crowd once again and enjoyed finding popularity in his sporting prowess. The days of high school gradually drifted into the past, becoming less and less cherished in his mind. He could tell that the others were starting to feel the same, with some not even bothering to come home the following summer; including Ben, who had apparently met some girl in college and was spending the summer working up north. Although everyone looked much the same, excluding a few ill-advised tattoos and haircuts, it always felt good to meet up. They’d have so much fun in each others’ company and promise that they wouldn’t leave it so long before meeting up again. But then they would go back to their new lives and forget all over again.
Despite all of the hard work involved in getting a college degree, there was also a lot of fun to be had. The three years flew by, with the end of the academic conveyor belt quickly approaching. It had been the most incredible time, where Tom had enjoyed exploring his sexuality with other guys, partying far too hard, and making friends that he truly believed he would have for the rest of his life. But then the reality hit home: what was he actually going to do with his life now?
It felt like such a backwards step to be heading home. Perhaps he should have thought a bit more wisely about his choice of degree, looking at the list of professions he was now qualified to apply for and sighing with disappointment. Unlike the old days, his parents now wanted rent money from him each month, and that meant finding a job… any job.
The full-time work with the landscaping company was meant to be a temporary fix. Tom hadn’t even had an interview before he started. When he’d gone in to enquire about potential work, the manager had simply looked over his athletic build and asked him to start the next morning. Tom could see why, the work was often back-breaking and, with a keen eye on profit margins, the manager had them working at a pace that often felt unsustainable. Still, by the winter of that year, Tom’s physique had never looked better. Fed on a diet of proper, home-cooked meals once again, combined with the natural strength and cardio workouts he had every day at work, Tom gazed at his reflection, knowing full well that he was an impressive looking guy. Picking up guys had never been much of an issue. He was tall, with a handsome face and naturally broad shoulders. But, after months of intense work, he now knew that he could have his pick. It felt empowering, building Tom’s confidence like never before, as he strutted about his day.
“Did you hear that Ben’s moving back?” asked Pete, another one of the old high school crew who had moved back after college.
“Really?” Tom shot back in surprise. Ben had seemed to disappear off the face of the earth once they’d finished high school. However, just the mention of his name made Tom think back to that unintentionally erotic conversation he’d had with him years before. The one that sang through his brain in the early hours of the morning when his darkest fantasies found it easier to invade his thoughts. Ben had been so sure that he was going to end up piling on the pounds…
Although he played it cool in front of Pete, Tom knew that he actually couldn’t wait to see Ben after nearly four years.
It turned out that the reason for Ben’s return home was because he had finally secured a job that utilised his college degree. As he showed up to meet Tom and Pete at a bar about three weeks later, he came hand in hand with the girl he had dated in high school; the pair having rekindled their romance online and deciding to give things another go. He looked good; very good in fact. Every summer, and for the last year since graduating, he’d been employed as a farm worker, even helping out his new girlfriend’s family on their farm. Throughout high school, he’d always been a handsome guy, but he’d certainly grown into his looks more in his early twenties. Lifting bales of hay seemed to agree with him as his strong physique rivalled even that of Tom’s muscular frame. So much so that Tom found himself competitively puffing up his chest a little as they shook hands in a strangely formal manner after being apart for so long.
Tom could tell that Pete was into Ben’s girlfriend, for his line of questions were directed more at her than they were towards their long lost friend. Sure, she was a pretty girl, but the guy’s flirtation was surprisingly obvious. Tom began to remember why he and Ben were such good friends in high school and when he finally got around to talking about himself and how he’d come out in college, Ben didn’t get in the slightest bit weird about it like most people did. Two minutes later, they were back talking about anything and everything; nothing had changed.
“It’s been great to catch up with you,” Ben finally said at the end of the evening. He looked over with disapproval as Pete continued flirting with his girlfriend. “How about next time we just do something, the two of us?” he asked, obviously keen to shake off Pete.
“Sure!” Tom smiled brightly, feeling like he’d found something precious that he thought he’d lost a long time ago.
Being gay in a small town was definitely not something that Tom enjoyed all that much. People meant well when they tried to set him up on dates but, in all honesty, he rather wished that they wouldn’t. None of them were likely to pair him up with the types of guys that he was actually interested in. In fact, it was only through his work that he came across the types of guys who really excited him.
Jake livied in a large home out in the country, with a cheeky smile and an increasingly flirtatious tone with Tom whenever he came to do his yard work. About twenty years older, large and massively ball-bellied, it wouldn’t have made sense to anyone else just how attracted to the homeownerTom actually was. He tried to find excuses to shake off his other workmates and head over to the house himself, braving the sometimes chilly days by strutting around the garden shirtless in order to attract the desired attention.
No stranger to attracting guys at a bar, Tom suddenly felt completely out of his league going after someone that he felt so enamoured by. He could hardly describe his burning lust as he saw the giant belly on Jake; the way he swaggered when he walked and the tight fit of his clothes around his overhanging gut and wide rear. He was also acutely aware that he could lose his job if things went wrong; if Jake didn’t take kindly to unwanted attention, or if Tom had misinterpreted the whole sequence of flirts that had excited him so much. No, if something was going to happen, it would have to be Jake who would make the first move.
“Can I get you a coffee before you leave?” Jake asked at the end of the day, just as Tom was packing up the truck.
Tom didn’t even like coffee all that much, but he accepted, heading straight inside with blood pumping optimistically into his groin. “This is a big ol’ house for you to be living in by yourself,” he swooned, looking around.
Jake chuckled. “That’s why I eat so much,” he joked, picking up a huge slice of cake he’d already cut for them both, “I’ve got to fill this house somehow!”
Tom laughed, but his arousal felt like a ball of fizzing energy in his chest. Fuck, that was a sexy thing for Jake to say! Did he really intend for that quip to be so hot, or had he just been making a joke at his own expense? “Well, I’d recommend a few more slices of cake if you really want to fill this giant house up,” Tom played back, looking around the house still and marvelling.
“I don’t need any more encouragement to have more cake,” Jake laughed back, actually rubbing his large gut. Tom had to slip his hands in his pockets in order to keep his erection from pushing too hard against the material of his tight work shorts. He was so desperate to take the lead and flirt back, but coming on to someone in work time - the rules were all different. Except, it wasn’t really work time anymore. He’d clocked off about ten minutes ago and this whole conversation with Jake felt a lot more social than work-related. He sat down across from Jake, marvelling at the way the man spread his legs so wide as his monstrous belly filled his lap. Even if nothing did happen between them, Tom was absolutely sure that he would need to jack off at least five times when he got home later, just to expel this sexual energy that was rising in him like a pressure cooker. Flirtation was a dance that needed to be taken with care, but Tom knew his strengths. He was sitting there without a shirt, which never failed to elicit attention.
“I need to head to the gym after this,” he started, sitting back slightly and allowing Jake a free pass to look at his chiselled torso.
“I’d have assumed you got all the exercise you needed with this job,” Jake replied. “I was watching you as you ripped up that shrub earlier. The poor thing didn’t stand a chance.”
Tom smiled, leaned even further back and tensed his muscular guns. “I’m very strong,” he agreed. “Feel my bicep,” he suddenly suggested, getting closer to Jake with his signature move.
Jake reached out and rubbed it with his hand. “It’s nice,” he smiled. “The only part of my body I get to rub is my belly.”
Without an explicit invitation, Tom reached out a hand and slapped it onto Jake’s gut. “That’s a good trade off,” he grinned cheekily.
“You like?” Jake teased back, as if well used to getting attention for having such a spectacularly shaped belly.
“I love it!” Tom whispered back.
Jake started tugging at his t-shirt, lifting it up and over his enormous body until his great gut bounced out and filled the space between his stretched out legs once more.
“This thing gets me a surprising amount of guys,” the big man grinned, rubbing his hand over it in a wide, circular motion, as if he knew how precious and prized it really was. “Have you ever touched a gut as big as this before?” he asked, seeming to grow in confidence as Tom’s horny gaze couldn’t leave the great expanse of fat that had just been unleashed.
Tom shook his head, worried that his voice would quiver if he tried to speak; his lustful heart beating with such ferocity. Then he saw the large man reach forward to grab his hand and place it back on the monstrous ball of his gut, holding it as he slid it down the great expanse and back up again. “It’s huge!” Tom cried out with delight. He allowed his other hand to join the party and was soon kneeling at Jake’s feet, simply rubbing that enormous gut: the warmth of it, the size, the secret softness, despite its firm appearance. “It’s beautiful!” he exclaimed, sending his lips soaring towards Jake’s the moment he saw the large man start to move towards him.
Needless to say, he finished work pretty late that evening.
Over the coming weeks, Jake made no bones about laughing at Tom’s exciteability. He told Tom that he was the most easily stimulated guy he had ever met. He referred to him as his ‘horny chaser’ or sometimes just his ‘little pup.’ He claimed to have never come across someone who got hard so frequently around him, or needed to jack off quite so often. He laughed in amusement as he saw how far and how explosively Tom came whenever he masturbated over Jake’s enormous gut; as well as how quickly he recharged and wanted to go again. But, despite that, the big man had no interest in pursuing a formal relationship with him. Jake was part of a large network of guys who pursued a larger size and enjoyed the company of many contrasting, fitter guys like Tom.
Through Jake, Tom had met many other larger men, as well as their so called ‘chasers’. Suddenly a whole new world had been opened up to him in a way that he couldn’t imagine before. These men had genuine sex appeal, unlike the other guys Tom had been with in the past. They seemed to instinctively know how to excite him, simply by grabbing a large wedge of their fat, or by stuffing something greasy and fattening into their mouths in the most gluttonous and hedonistic way possible.
“Take this one home with you tonight,” Jake suggested to one of his very large friends, who had been eating and stuffing himself all evening in a manner that Tom had not been able to tear his eyes away from. “Tom’ll sort you out with good belly rubs…” he chuckled. “He’s very enthusiastic!”
Tom nodded in agreement, now realising that over the coming weeks, he may actually get the chance to play with every one of these big men. It made sense why Jake didn’t want to make their relationship exclusive. Why enjoy one chaser when there was a vast buffet of other guys to play with out there?
Tom was a popular new addition to the group and Jake was more than happy to take the credit for having ‘found him’, much like he had done with some of the other chasers who were part of the crowd. However, Tom had relatively little time for the other chasers he came across at the social events he attended with the big guys he now most frequently socialised with. They were small and skinny, wanting to be subservient and secretive above their love of larger guys. Tom was popular amongst the guys because he was so different. He found no shame in being seen to ogle over the fat guys when they were out in public and he didn’t put up with their bullshit when they claimed to be too full after eating less than he knew they could; especially with those guys he knew were still actively trying to grow fatter.
Despite this, one evening, about eight months after he’d started hanging around with the larger men, Tom noticed a strange alteration to one of the other guys within the group. Nick, a short, slender and quiet twenty year old chaser, was looking decidedly pudgy. His face had filled out, noticeable even with the short, patchy beard he was trying to grow. Tom had seen the slender boy many times without his shirt on, so it didn’t make sense that he should look so thick around his waist that evening. Unless, of course, the guy had packed on a serious amount of weight in only a short few weeks. His butt appeared broader and even his flat chest seemed beefier and larger.
“Does Nick look a little different to you?” Tom whispered discretely to Dan, the broad-bellied stud, as they sat at the opposite side of the room.
Dan simply nodded. “He’s flipped sides,” he chuckled as the pair of them watched Nick spooning a handful of the peanuts from the table into his mouth.
“What do you mean?” Tom asked, still trying to remain discreet, despite the fact that Dan didn’t seem to want to lower his booming voice for anyone.
“Usually, you have about three good years before a chaser starts to gain. I’ve seen it over and over. I’ve been fat my whole life, but most of these guys,” he pointed around the room at many of the men who were busily chatting away, “most of them started out as skinny little chasers.”
“Even Bruce?” Tom asked, not believing that the 450lb guy in the chair opposite had ever been anything but pure lard.
Dan scoffed. “Oh hell, yeah! You should have seen how slim he was when we first met him! But the need to experience the fat for yourself always gets these guys. The pounds creep on and they love it… they gain more, and we acquire another fatty in our group.”
“So, you think Nick is going to end up getting really fat?” Tom asked, looking over once more and feeling a strange lust for the young guy that he hadn’t before.
“No doubt about it,” Dan laughed. He seemed to note Tom’s look of interest and then chuckled once more. “Don’t be so surprised. It’ll happen to you one day too!”
Instantly, the memory of Tom’s conversation with his old friend Ben, all those years ago, flooded his mind, arousing him just as much as it ever had. “You think I’m going to get fat?” he asked, as a wave of lust and pleasure pulsed through his crotch as he spoke.
“You’re a kinky one,” Dan nodded, seeming to scrutinise Tom. “I reckon you’ll be one of the fattest here one day.”
It was clear that Dan was half joking, not truly believing what he was saying. Yet the arousal was already in full swing, turning Tom’s body into a bubbling cauldron of lust and pleasure. He pulled Dan up by his hand and tried to compose himself as they walked the short distance to the bedroom.
Tom felt like he was learning more and more about himself the longer he was hanging out with the men he found so attractive. Each time he thought he had experienced the pinnacle of pleasure, a new incident would happen and he’d reach even greater and intense sensations. He’d been so enraptured with his new crowd, that he’d not actually seen any of his hometown friends in quite some time. So when he decided to show up one Friday evening for quick drinks before heading out to meet the larger guys, Tom suddenly realised that he had been missing some rather serious changes.
The mid-twenties were hitting some of the boys quite hard. Settling into a working life, they’d started to look more tired, with that youthful spark in their eyes beginning to dim. They appeared to dress differently, adopting a more mature style, with designer pieces that they perhaps felt advertised their income and professional status. But, from Tom’s perspective, there was no getting away from the slight thickening that he could see around their waistlines; an odd padding to their rears, not caused by the cut of the new style of pants they wore. No wonder so many of the fat guys Tom hung out with worked in office jobs if these were the results.
“Have you seen Ben lately?” Eddie asked between supping his beer. He seemed to be grinning, as if there was some salacious piece of gossip just waiting to be told.
“Not since his wedding,” Tom shrugged, trying to remember how far back that was. He’d been a guest at the evening reception and could only remember vague snippets from the night after drinking so much with all the old school friends.
“Oh, well… you’re in for a shock when you see him then!” Andy nodded, looking around at the others who were nodding in agreement. “Let’s just say, he’s been eating well since he tied the knot!”
There was a sly chorus of chuckles from the boys, but Tom simply rolled his eyes. From the looks of things, there were only one or two of them who didn’t look like they’d gained a few pounds. It was all classic deflection on their parts. Or, at least, that was what Tom had thought.
It wasn’t long afterwards that Ben strolled in, late as usual. Tom caught the smirking looks the other guys gave each other, all thinking the same thing. Unlike the others, Ben’s clothes didn’t seem particularly new or expensive. Perhaps that was why his little paunch stuck out like a sore thumb. His shoulders were strong and broad, well developed from giving up his job and working on his new family’s farm full-time. He strutted in, holding his elbows out as if to emphasise this. However, underneath all that sat a hard, solid-looking starter gut that was pressed unflattering against the t-shirt that had probably once looked rather good on him. Instantly, Tom’s mind flew back to that moment at the end of high school when Ben had talked about ending up like his dad, and his hand reached into his pocket to try and grab at his developing hardness so that it didn’t press against the material of his pants.
Tom took all of the changes in. The gut, the thicker thighs and puffiness of the face. He added it all up, like an expert surveyor, and tried to calculate the increase in mass. It wasn’t an easy task, given how much stockier and stronger Ben was looking in general. Thirty pounds? Forty? Tom tried to factor in everything he saw, only realising that he was missing the group conversation when they all started laughing at a joke that he had completely tuned out of. He caught up, taking the reins as one of the biggest personalities there, and being that typical bad influence when he ordered in a round of tequila shots for them all. But none of them could have ever noticed how enraptured he felt, surrounded by the thickening boys, caught in a real-life erotic fantasy.
Unlike the last few times when they had met up over the years, Ben cancelled his plans to meet up with his other friends afterwards, deciding to stay out the entire night with the old high school crew instead. They moved from bar to bar and then onto the hot sweaty club that was nearby. By this point, the beer had bloated Ben’s gut considerably more and the leaching sweat was causing his already tight t-shirt to stick to his thickened torso. Tom’s mind recorded it all, knowing that he would need to relieve his pent-up sexual frustration as soon as he got in later. The other guys started leaving in twos and threes, until it was only Ben and Tom left on the dancefloor as the music finally came to an end. They headed out for a late night hamburger, further escalating Tom’s arousal, watching Ben taking such meaty mouthfuls as they continued to chat and catch up.
Tom had hoped that Ben might reference his gains at some point as the thicker man went back for another order, his stomach growling after all that dancing and beer. Tom had even tried to steer the conversation in that direction, asking about married life and how intense the work might be for him on the farm. Although he wouldn’t come straight out and ask Ben about it, he felt a genuine longing to find out how all these extra pounds felt on the man’s body. Was there something about his diet that had changed? Had his new wife gained as well? Was he not getting as much exercise? Had people tried to ask him about it, or made comments about his new padded stomach? The questions burned in his mind as the conversation continued to circle back around to sports or mutual acquaintances. So, it was only really in that final hug before parting at three in the morning that Tom could momentarily appreciate the width of the man’s shoulders and the stout stomach pressing into him. They looked at each other, not saying a word, but knowing how much they missed the old days, before their work and commitments stopped them from getting together like this. Then, the two men turned and headed off to their own separate lives once more.
“Are you still going on about that old school friend of yours?” Phil asked, rolling his eyes at Tom a few weeks later. “I weigh 318lbs. I’ve got a huge gut and I can drink a whole tub of ice cream in one go. Yet, you’re going on about this little guy like he’s some sort of fat boy model!”
Tom cringed slightly at being called out for his newly acquired infatuation. Phil was right. He’d gone on about Ben for weeks now. There was just something different about seeing someone he’d known for so many years starting to really get quite overweight. He could see how it would be annoying for the guys to hear about, considering that they were the ones who were actively gaining and were always considerably larger. Why should some straight guy fantasy suddenly come along and steal all of Tom’s attention?
Tom promised not to mention Ben again, yet he continued to search himself for the source of his deep arousal about it all.
After many weeks of pestering from Tom’s cousin, he finally agreed to go on a blind date with a guy from her workplace in the hopes of putting an end to all of her messages and pleading. They met in a restaurant in town nice and early in the evening so that Tom wouldn’t have to give up his entire Saturday night and would be able to head over and see his larger buddies after he had happily done his duty. The guy was nice enough; handsome in that generic way, with interests that gave away why Tom’s cousin assumed they would be a good match. If he’d been carrying an extra one hundred pounds of fat on him, Tom might even have been interested. As it was, he kept checking his watch, trying to gauge how much longer until he could call it a night.
Just as they were finishing their meal, a group of girls entered the restaurant and were seated at a table next to theirs. Tom had done work for one of them and waved politely, until he spotted another girl in their group, his heart leaping as he recognised her: Ben’s wife.
It was obvious that she hadn’t spotted him, preoccupied as she was with the other girls. In Tom’s mind, he had imagined Ben’s wife having happily settled into a gradual spiral of weight gain, much like her husband had clearly succumbed to. That would have made more sense to him somehow. However, the girl looked entirely unchanged, still sporting her slim and athletic physique that wowed the other guys at her wedding. Now Tom’s mind was racing, rethinking everything he had imagined about how Ben’s weight gain had occurred, and he tried hard to listen in on the conversations on the table behind him whenever he heard Ben’s name creep up into their conversations.
“Would you like to grab a coffee someplace else?” asked Tom’s date, hoping to prolong their time together.
“Coffee? Sure, that’s a great idea,” Tom smiled, only slightly distracted, quickly making eye contact with the waiter and ordering them at the table. His date, who had moved to slip on his jacket and leave, looked slightly puzzled, but smiled nonetheless. “So, er… why don’t you tell me about your childhood..?” Tom mumbled, hoping to set his date off on a broad enough topic so that he could focus on listening in on what the other table were saying.
“He’s just so lazy!” Ben’s wife complained about her husband after one of her girlfriends asked whether things were getting better between them. “After he finishes work for the day, he doesn’t want to do anything. He just sits in his chair, snacking and watching TV.”
Tom heard their offers of sympathy towards her. He could tell from what they were saying that she was the only one of them who was married. “How’s his diet going?” one of the boldest of them asked.
“What diet?” she snapped back. “He won’t cut down on anything. He just eats and eats!”
Tom felt his erection growing at the pictures that were being painted in his mind.
“Sometimes his mom calls over with cakes and treats that she’s baked and I could just strangle her! She’s not the one that has to look at Ben’s fat belly every day.”
“Is that just the type of diet he’s used to, though?” asked another of the girls in a surprising defence of Ben. “His parents aren’t exactly small, are they?”
Ben’s wife grumbled at the comment. “You’re right. Ben’s looking more and more like his dad every day. It’s just gross!”
Tom wriggled in his seat as he felt his hardness developing. He’d driven many fat boy gainers wild with lust with his gentle teasing about their increasing weight. Yet, here was someone genuinely disgusted by his old friend, and the thought of that was making his heart beat ever faster.
“So, it’s a date!” Tom’s dinner companion smiled with delight. “We can head up there this weekend!”
Tom’s attention snapped back. He’d been nodding his head and not really listening for quite some time. Had he just unintentionally signed himself up for another boring meet-up?
Getting time with his fat boys afterwards was exactly what Tom needed. A couple of the ones who knew him best smirked as he arrived, always seeming to know when he was especially up for a horny time; a bouncing young puppy, ready to play. Having heard Ben’s recent weight gain being discussed in such a harsh way, he’d been turned on like nothing he had experienced in quite some time. He wanted to get down to business with some seriously kinky play; undressing himself down to only his underwear and letting his pulsing boner swell against the tight material. He disappeared to the kitchen, whipping up a huge batch of deliciously calorific shake, then strutted back into the living space to see his favourite fatties.
“Which of you fat pigs is going to guzzle all this down for me?” he teased, ready to make at least one of them pack on some serious blubber that evening.
The men chuckled to themselves. They’d clearly been talking about Tom and speculating on why he was so aroused. It seemed as if they were deliberately going at the slowest pace possible to frustrate him, having not even ordered their usual greasy take out yet.
“Hmm, maybe later!” one of them replied, winking at the others as they all laughed, seeing how well their laid back approach was frustrating their favourite hunky chaser.
Tom’s erection was throbbing and he massaged it gently over the material of his underwear. He needed to climax like never before.
“Fine!” he called out, seeing what they were all doing to him. “Do what you want then.”
“Maybe we’ll just catch up on the sports tonight,” another of the guys joked, playing along. “I’m a bit tired,” he lied, pretending to yawn dramatically.
The other men nodded in agreement, watching Tom’s face for a reaction and hoping he’d crack before they did.
“I’ll drink it myself then,” Tom stated seriously; the idea coming to him, complete and whole.
The guys laughed. “As if!” they called out, not believing him for a second.
“You don’t think I would?” Tom challenged them, stroking his rippling six pack. He’d hit a nerve in them; he could see it in their eyes: a genuine curiosity. “Growing a gut is so fucking hot. Why should I leave all the fun to you guys?”
“Go on then!” one of them teased; his eyes twinkling with arousal at the thought of such a spectacle.
Tom smirked, finally feeling like he was regaining the upper hand. He had the boys hanging on his every word and scrutinising each movement he was making. Then, like raising a massive jug of beer at a frat party, he nodded his head at them all and began to let it flow into his mouth.
“Shit! He’s actually doing it!” one of them cried aloud, moving to the very edge of his seat to watch.
Tom took a breath and allowed a large, rumbling burp to come bubbling up from his throat. He smirked at their shocked faces, feeling the thick mixture draped over his upper lip like a handlebar moustache. “Shall I drink more?” he asked them, sensing the suddenly very real and urgent arousal in each and every one of them. They nodded, none of them saying a word: speechless.
Tom chugged again; with large, gulping intakes of shake, thicker and sweeter than any protein supplement he had ever had after a gym session. Now that the jug was lighter, he could hold it with just one hand, using his other to pull out his hardness and stroke it furiously for all to see. He could feel it all bloating his stomach and making it swell out like a ball pumped with air.
Another burp needed to be released and Tom chuckled at the twinkling eyes of the men all around him; some of whom had even reached their hands awkwardly into their ow crotches to stimulate themselves whilst watching such a horny sight. “That’s it!” Tom bellowed at them all. “Come on, piggies! Get your little buried dicks out and watch me!”
Soon, moans of horny pleasure gradually began to sound out from the large men as Tom went back for a third round of the enormous jug of gainer shake. So much so, that Tom’s next break was merely to let out his chuckle of amusement. He moved to sit on a couple of their laps and smiled broadly as he felt their hands start to rub and explore the round, bloated stomach they had never witnessed on him before. One of them rose from his feet and immediately set to work sucking Tom off as he lay back against the stomach of the largest guy there. Yet, still he rocked the jug back, chugging it down, determined to make every last one of these fatties ejaculate in the process.
Shirts came off and pants sank to the floor; their entire evening now descending into erotic chaos. Tom’s underwear had been ripped from him and flung across the room; likely to never be seen again. Then, when Tom took a break from the shake, he felt new, soft, sticky doughnuts being pressed against his face and into his mouth.
It was all so much stimulation. Tom barely knew where his head was at, or what was to come next. He’d never enjoyed having his hardness inside a guy’s mouth like this before, nor felt the waves of pleasure, so intense and yet contained; not sending him over that edge until it was time; until they were all ready.
One by one, the men succumbed, moaning as they came. Then Tom felt that it was his turn at last, moaning louder than any of them. The volume didn’t matter, the intense sex-face he made did not bother him in the slightest. When Tom finally came, it felt like it was the orgasm he had been waiting for his entire life.
The following week, Tom realised that he had become the biggest piece of gossip to travel from tongue to tongue amongst the ever expanding circle of fat men and admirers within their group. Guys who had not made it on Saturday began to message him and ask if it was really true what everyone had been saying about his feeding and the eventual orgy that ensued. His cell phone had not stopped, packed full of messages and teasing voice notes. At least three times during the week he had been invited over to one of their places for a mixture of fun and indulgence. Who was he to say no?
Many of the guys seemed genuinely shocked at how much he could eat in a single sitting. Usually, the surprise came from those men who had never trained to gain muscle. They had been fat their entire lives, or became overweight later on; assuming that gluttony only belonged to those who carried a large fat gut to show for it. They had no idea how many calories a muscled jock would have to force down his throat during a bulk.
Tom’s eyes twinkled with lust seeing how enamoured the guys were with his eating; the bloating up of his stomach. He loved the way they rubbed, patted and admired. His body had never been kissed and massaged so much in his life. Tom became an expert at stretching himself to the limit, knowing that beers and carbs worked especially well to round off his muscular stomach by the end of an erotic evening.
It was a hot day as Tom began digging out a new flower bed for a regular client. He removed his shirt, feeling the sweat pouring off him. All those calories from the night before getting burned up in the fiery furnace that was his body. Digging, digging, digging, Tom ploughed into the ground churning it all up, feeling a sudden, strange flutter at his sides. He dropped his shovel to the ground, feeling his body. Was he getting soft? Were these the start of… lovehandles? He looked down at himself, imagining that his toned stomach was less visible, although it was impossible to really tell in the blinding sunlight.
Tom started digging again; the fluttering feeling at his sides seemingly magnified now that he had noticed it. Once more, he dropped his shovel and looked around. Was anyone watching him? Could anyone notice the hardness that was developing in his crotch? A hardness that he found unable to resist giving a little rub with the back of his hand. The feeling and sensations; they were all just so inexplicably erotic. He pulled out his cell phone and rubbed his sweaty brow. ‘Who wants to feed me tonight?’ he typed into their kinky group chat, reaching out and taking a shirtless selfie at the same time. He had his date lined up within three minutes flat.
A tightening began to occur in all of Tom’s work pants over the following weeks: a pinching and general uncomfortable feeling as everything began to fit differently. His meaty glutes had been swelling. Tom could feel it, and his admirers had never been shy about telling him their observations. He looked in the mirror and saw how thick he was looking, still pumped full of muscle, but inflated with and added plushiness under his skin. He didn’t care what anyone would tell him. He liked this look and it was working well for him. Guys he had been with who had no intention of bottoming for him in the past, were suddenly lining up, whilst the kinky dominant types began to survey his own rounder glutes with interest too. Why hadn’t he done this years ago? He couldn’t say the thought had never crossed his mind.
“That’ll be an extra fifty if you want that doing as well,” Tom explained to his regular client, feeling exhausted in the summer heat. He really didn’t want to start cutting down a tree at this time in the afternoon. Not when he was off to one of his favourite fat guy’s places that evening.
“Forget it, then,” she shot back, surprisingly impatient with him. She had always been one of his most irritatingly flirtatious clients in the past. Tom had often tried to shift her onto the other workers in the company. However, she had always phoned up and insisted on having Tom to do her garden. “It’s a strange time of year to be on a bulk, isn’t it?” she nodded down to his swollen little stomach, glistening with sweat from the hard labour.
“Oh, this?” Tom laughed, rubbing his hand over the sweaty mass, actually starting to shape up into a real paunch. “No, I’ve just really been enjoying my food recently.” It certainly wasn’t a lie.
“It can’t be good for business?” the lady hit back harshly.
“I work in grounds maintenance!” Tom replied, hardly believing that his client was trying to make an issue out of his weight gain.
Getting back to his truck ten minutes later, Tom’s mind was still buzzing with the interaction he had just had. Had he just been fat shamed? Was that what that was? Despite never liking that particular client, he had to give her some credit: there was an aching hardness sitting in his crotch right now, all thanks to her unfavourable comments. He remembered how aroused he had been hearing Ben’s wife complaining about his gain and how much that had aroused him. Did this mean that Tom was heading down the same slippery slope? Fuck! Just the idea of that was sexy!
A few weeks later, Tom stood in the kitchen area of his apartment having just cooked up a quick microwave meal after his lunch, when his cell phone buzzed. He’d been receiving messages all week from the guys; their lust and hunger for him suddenly ravenous; each of them wanting a piece of him. His endless thirst traps had helped; posing for multiple shots with his bulging muscles and sprouting paunch, whilst telling them all how much he loved it. His words weren’t a lie. Tom absolutely adored the little pot belly he was starting to get. He’d never felt more masculine in his life, nor so connected with his body.
‘Eat up, Piggy!’ read one message.
‘I want to make you so fucking round and blubbery!’ read another, especially horny one.
Suddenly, Tom’s attraction to the idea became the most unusual urge. Discarding the fork in his hand, Tom removed his shirt and placed the plate on the floor. He set his cell phone against the wall to record the whole thing and then took a deep breath, diving with tremendous speed into the cheesy goodness of his large meal. An erotic joy spread throughout his whole body as the sticky, warm meal began to coat itself around his mouth and nose. He moaned with pleasure as his tongue slid along the bottom of the plate and he swallowed giant mouthfuls with an entirely new type of hunger. Now Tom removed his pants, sliding everything down and stepping out so that he was entirely naked in his apartment; for all those wonderfully kinky guys who he was going to send this to. He took his erection firmly into his hands and began tugging as he went in for more and more. The sensation of letting go like this was unbelievably thrilling. Tom took a pause, lifted the plate on the table, then climbed up on all fours, actually oinking as if he really were a pig; ensuring that every moment was captured on his cell phone. He imagined the spectacle he was making of himself; what all of them would say when he showed them him doing this; gorging himself like a real pig. Then he came, his face falling into his meal like a toy that had run out of batteries, feeling an incredible sense of satisfaction.
With a newly rounded out stomach now fully installed on his strong physique, Tom had looked forward to showing it off at his old friend’s house warming party. He’d been told that there was a pool, and so Tom strutted around in the skimpiest pair of swimming trunks that he had. His gains were hilarious, even to him. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror, having no interest in hiding how stout he had become. Everyone knew how physically intense his job was. The fact that he had managed to gain 40lbs in only a few months was testament to just how greedy he had been, and definitely something that definitely needed to be shown off.
“What happened to the abs, buddy?” joked one of his friends as soon as he arrived and saw Tom climbing out of the pool.
“I gave myself a little upgrade!” Tom grinned back, patting his tight little paunch. He’d never been shy and revelled in attention at the best of times. However, his relaxed attitude to his swollen physique was ensuring that it was the focus of almost all his conversations that day.
“Are you going on a diet?” one would ask.
“Hell no!” Tom chuckled back. “Why mess with perfection?” he joked, having the most tremendous fun; realising that this was the first time in weeks that he was socialising with people who didn’t actually share his love of fat and weight gain. He knew he could repeat back all the comments he was receiving to his fellow kink friends that evening, collecting them all like an opinion survey. Then he could inspire each and every one of his admirers to want to fatten him even more.
Tom’s friends laughed, seeing how much his ego wasn’t in the least bit affected by the loss of his abs, the development of such chunky lovehandles and the fact that his butt crack was starting to peek out of his swimming trunks. However, their jovial approach was in no way matched when Ben turned up a couple of hours later with his grumpy looking wife by his side. Tom might have been eating a bit too much and put on a little gut, but something much more impactful had been happening to their friend, Ben. It was as if a widening had occurred to his entire body. Those lovehandles Tom had seen last time had now spilled out entirely into the man’s hips and broadened out his oversized butt. The fat had spread itself into Ben’s chest, sliding under his armpits and puffing out the tops of his arms. It was obvious that the man had quietly amassed at least an additional fifty pounds of fat in the last year alone.
Tom stared in awe at the face that he knew so well, now coated in the fat that puffed out Ben’s cheeks and filled up his neck. It was the only time that evening that Tom had regretted wearing trunks that were so fitted. He had to breathe deeply to control himself as he saw Ben trotting about, dressed in a t-shirt that was at least one size too small. Despite having been with so many fat guys in his time, and knowing exactly how soft and fleshy love handles like Ben’s would feel, Tom’s hands itched to touch them; to explore. He caught the looks that all their old friends were giving him, gawking with disgust at his chubby butt the second he moved away from them.
“What happened to you?” Ben smiled as he saw Tom’s body, reaching out and patting the tight little paunch like many others had that day.
“I’m trying out a new look,” Tom grinned, patting his small belly proudly. “Anyway, I could say the same to you, buddy!” Tom joked back, seizing upon the chance to pat Ben’s large love handles in return.
Ben rolled his eyes, agreeing entirely. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Every time I step on the scales I seem to have put on more weight!”
“It’s good. It suits you,” Tom shot back, well used to encouraging weight gains.
Ben nodded in quiet agreement. “I’m starting to look like my dad!” he chuckled.
“Well, you always knew you would,” Tom shrugged.
“I did always say that, didn’t I?” Ben replied, nodding with such conviction that Tom could tell this was an argument he had used many times before. “Try telling her that though!” he pointed over at his wife, chatting with others across the yard. “She thinks I’m the devil incarnate each time I eat anything.”
“Is she putting you on a diet?” Tom teased.
“Fuck that shit!” Ben chuckled back, lowering his voice so that others would not overhear and report back to his wife. “What about you?” he nodded at Tom’s middle.
“Not a chance!” Tom smiled, patting his firm paunch.
Ben smiled back, not saying anything for a few seconds. “Actually, I was thinking about you the other day,” he began explaining. “I heard the company you work for is losing clients left, right and center. Your buddy, Roy, got laid off I heard?”
Tom nodded. “Yeah, they’ve pissed a lot of people off over the last couple of years. They’ve lost about a third of their contracts already. I’m looking for something else, just in case.”
At this, Ben’s face lit up. “Excellnt!” he cried. “I’m looking for some help on the farm, just a couple of days a week. I’m sure your work would be more than happy to let you drop a couple of days if they’re having to let people go.”
Tom nodded keenly. He knew some of his feeder friends wouldn’t approve, having been trying to convince him for a few weeks to take up less physical work to speed up his growth. However, a decent daily rate for helping out his best friend, and secret crush, wasn’t something to be turned down.
Once Tom was shown how things worked on the farm over the next couple of weeks, he began to realise just how easy he had it in comparison to his usual work. No wonder Ben was able to pack on so much weight; his late father-in-law had bought every single piece of machinery available to ease the workload.
Back when he was a randy teenager, Tom could remember getting an erection in the most random and embarrassing places. That period of his life had ended, but the feeling of being inside that big tractor never failed to make him feel like that breathlessly horny sixteen year old once more. It was the way it rocked and bounced, sending vibrations through the whole of Tom’s body; jiggling his new stomach fat with as much expertise as even his most skilled of feeders. Despite the solitude in the cab of the tractor, Tom felt like his overeating was being exposed to himself in a way that was more erotic simply because of its everyday nature. By the end of the shift, Tom felt so aroused by the way his fleshly overweight body had been thrown about, he had often succumbed to the most intense lust of his life. Teased all morning, his boner would refuse to be anything less than semi-inflated. The feeling of the fat was just so insanely addictive, Tom felt himself being drawn to the more dominant feeders who would message him in the day.
Did he want to get fatter?
Yes.
Did he feel like it was a desire within him that he was slowly losing control of?
Yes, fucking please!
Tom would strip himself as soon as he got home. Despite the physical nature of his job, it was a revelation to him that his body had barely broken a sweat all day long. Yet he had still eaten his large, calorie-dense lunches daily. His stomach was growing, or at least that was what his aching dick wanted to believe as he stroked it in the mirror. He needed to eat! He needed to feel that jiggle spread across his body. Some nights he would lay out mountains of food, climbing up onto the table top, rubbing his dick as he ploughed his face into it all, oinking like a submissive pig. Other days, he felt more dominant. He could mount his cell phone in the cab of the tractor, capturing the way his body bounced as he ploughed a field and masturbated for his fans at the same time.
The farm had endured a tough couple of years after prolonged droughts. Tom could feel the strain of it on Ben’s marriage. Tom had to admit that Ben’s wife had a point; the guy wasn’t pulling his weight around the farm. He wanted to sit back and enjoy the easy jobs and the admin side of things; all the while continuing to put on weight. That was where Tom felt a little bit of guilt, contributing to Ben’s assertions that his weight was not really an issue and that his wife was unreasonable for suggesting that it was. When he heard about the divorce, he’d not been in the least bit surprised.
Ben had come to him first when it was clear the farm needed to be sold as part of the settlement. Due to its unprofitability, the sale price was definitely cheap.
“Just imagine! We could be business partners!” Ben offered excitedly, trying to sell the idea of Tom getting a loan and buying his wife out with him.
“Are you sure you two can’t make it work?” Tom tried, feeling ever remorseful for his part in it all.
“Not a chance!” Ben hit back; fury quietly burning behind his eyes. Ever since his wife had left to live with her friend, Ben had been enjoying the life of a spoiled brat, indulging himself in take out and not putting a shirt on once as he pottered around to complete his simple tasks in the summer heat. Physically, the whole divorce had been transformative, absorbing any remaining definition on Ben’s body and replacing it with pure softness. Tom’s own weight gain seemed to make Ben trust him even more; he felt understood by him and not criticised, as he had been by everyone else. “You could have the little space above the loft and save on rent for your apartment,” Ben continued on his sales pitch. “I’m not sure how many guys you get coming over these days, but you’d have plenty of privacy up there.”
“I’m still getting plenty of action, don’t you worry!” Tom laughed indignantly, patting his rounded belly with pride. For that’s exactly what it was: a real belly, with a deep belly button and pecs above that had become noticeably softer. “I just appeal to a different crowd now,” he grinned.
The pair laughed, but agreed that the idea of Tom’s investment did have legs. Ben’s wife had always hated the farm and resented having to live there, so she hadn’t put up much of a fight when Tom made his low offer. By the Fall, it had all been settled and the pair began eagerly planning for the next season, hopeful that the years of drought would not continue.
Tom’s family had thought he had been mad. His parents said they hardly recognised him. Getting so out of shape and putting his entire financial future in jeopardy like this by taking out such a large loan.
“Do you ever get that rubbing between your thighs when you walk?” Ben asked a few months later as they sat down in his kitchen to review the weather for the next week, preparing to spread the first seeds of Spring. He was grunting, as if sore after having to walk back home the day before when the tractor had broken down in one of their fields. It had been an easy fix, but Ben wasn’t mechanically minded enough to spot the issue himself.
Tom smirked. Were they really swapping fat guy problems now? “Sure, I do!” he beamed, proud of how chunky and soft his thighs and butt had grown over the winter period.
“It fucking hurts,” Ben continued complaining as he rubbed his thighs. “It’s the one thing about gaining weight that I actually don’t like.”
Tom was a little taken aback. “You don’t mind being fat otherwise?” he asked, intrigued.
“It helped me get rid of my horrible wife, didn’t it?” he joked, leaning back and appearing larger than ever. “And you clearly don’t mind it either,” he chuckled, prodding Tom’s stout stomach, ball-shaped and firm-looking.
Tom nodded. He’d loved every second of his transformation and it showed on his bright and excitable face. He’d dressed to accentuate it and swaggered about with a confidence in himself; managing his own farm and never feeling prouder. “Oh, absolutely!” he nodded. “I wish I’d done it years ago!” he laughed. Now that he was over three hundred pounds, his feeders had started talking about more extreme weights: four hundred, four-fifty… five hundred! Even now his hardness was ready at the thought of it all. The fat was so erotic because it gathered wherever the hell it wanted. Unlike the muscle he had sought for so long, it was untameable. He ate and ate, feeling it slide wherever it wanted across his frame without any permission sought.
Ben laughed, knowing Tom had not exaggerated in the slightest. “I wish I’d started earlier too,” he admitted, rubbing the shelf of his nearly four hundred pound tank. “It would have been so much fun to have begun this back when I was in college.”
“Oh yeah?” Tom asked keenly, clearly enjoying the conversation. It was the reason why so many people opened up to him; he never appeared to judge anyone in the way most people did. Every choice in life was valid. “I can understand that,” he nodded. “Frat parties, beers and growing out your gut for the first time. It sounds like the perfect dream!”
“I had a girlfriend once who was quite into the idea,” Ben confided, looking to the windows to check that none of the other farm hands were about to arrive back.
“Seriously?” Tom smirked, leaning in closer. Ben had actually come face-to-face with the world of feedism in the past?
“She was seriously kinky about it too,” he grinned, enjoying Tom’s interest. “She’d seen me at a buffet with one of my social groups. She said I had good potential!”
Tom laughed, looking Ben up and down. “Well, she was clearly right!” he pointed at the sliver of belly fat emerging from the bottom of Ben’s t-shirt. “What did she want to do to you?” he asked delightedly.
“This!” Ben chuckled, pointing at his fat torso. “I told her how fat my dad was and she said it would be simple; like it was an inevitability.” He looked across at Tom, his eyes full of trust. “I’m not going to lie. I found it fucking hot! She once sucked me off as I ate an entire pizza.”
A bright smile beaming across his face, Tom could hardly believe he had found a kindred spirit. “Why didn’t you go with it then?” he asked.
“I wanted to,” Ben nodded, almost defensively. “But I was still really fit back then. It was hard to let go. You know what I mean?” he asked, clearly understanding that Tom would. “She soon moved on; found some pear-shaped nerd in another dorm. I was crushed. In truth, I’ve always fantasised about being a big man.”
Tom nodded frantically. “Same here, buddy!” he stated with certainty, not wanting his honesty to be misinterpreted as an attempt at humour. “Not all those muscles and shit,” he cried out dismissively. “But the fat gut… the huge ass… the love handles!” he moaned in appreciation.
“I always wondered whether you were like me!” Ben laughed with a mixture of relief and surprise plastered across his face. “Do you remember that time we were talking about it…”
“Right after graduation?” Tom jumped in extatically. “Fuck! I had a boner for like a week after that!” he laughed.
“Same here, buddy!” Ben nodded, laughing with surprise that they had both hidden this for so long.
“Did you ever tell your wife about all this?” Tom asked, just wondering how far back all these secrets went after having shared his own fattening tales of kinky feeders.
“I tried a couple of times,” Ben replied unenthusiastically. “She constantly wondered why I always had a carton of whipped cream in the refrigerator! I talked about it more towards the end, when I started to give less of a shit about her opinion. Whereas, at the beginning, I used to find her nagging about my weight to be the biggest turn on.”
Tom nodded back, recounting the story of overhearing Ben’s ex wife complaining about him, making the guy hoot with laughter.
“You know I’m here for you, don’t you?” Ben asked as the pair of them stood up to resume their duties that afternoon. “If you ever want any advice about that thing…” he pointed at Tom’s increasingly rounded middle.
Tom chuckled and patted his ball-like stomach. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a whole team of guys working on this!” he joked, pleased that he’d told Ben about the several feeders and gainers he was associated with.
“Well, that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for one more,” Ben smiled, reaching across and rubbing Tom’s gut suggestively.
Tom looked up at his friend in surprise. He knew that they had both been getting a little horny as they had shared one kinky revelation after another. But was Ben actually coming onto him? “I’m always up for new feeders,” he replied.
“Oh, this would have to be a two-way street,” Ben laughed, grabbing Tom’s hand and placing it on his gut in return.
“A partnership?” Tom asked, hardly believing that he was actually touching the mass of gut on his friend that he had admired for so long.
“A very successful partnership,” Ben replied, knowing that, no matter the weather on the farm, the upcoming summer was about to be the hottest of all.
*
It felt strange to be back in the old high school. The smell of the corridors, the shine of the floors; so familiar, and yet, as if from a distant dream. The people surrounding Tom were very well known to him, however. Many of them were still close to town, whereas a few had moved further away and had started new lives elsewhere. None of them had altered as much as he and Ben had however.
“So, you guys actually own your own farm?” asked Emily, an ex-girlfriend of Ben’s who had moved away to New York a few months before they graduated. Judging by her face, she was more than a little surprised by her first love’s remarkable weight gain.
Ben nodded. “Tom bought out my ex-wife when we divorced.”
“The farm was pretty much on its knees back then, with this lazy slob in charge!” Tom joked, poking a 465lb Ben in his gut. “He just wants to sit on his ass all day!”
Ben smirked, not denying a thing as Emily’s eyes roamed, uncomprehendingly over once the handsome, strong boy she used to date. “As opposed to you, who just likes to sit on his fat ass in the tractor all day?” he teased Tom back, patting his overly wide rear affectionately. He’d worked hard, bulking all spring to get up and over four hundred ready for the ten year reunion, with the results evident in the tight stretch of his shirt.
Emily didn’t understand their dynamic. Few in the town did. Were they business partners? Lovers? Overly-familiar friends? It was hard to discern from just looking at them.
The food was decent enough and it was amusing just how many looks Tom and Ben had just for the way they had piled their plates up. They didn’t mind undoing the top buttons of their pants to really cram it in, knowing what a special occasion this was. They had expected more people to comment on their sizes; jokes and teasing from some of the guys who used to play sports with them, but it was perhaps hotter to realise that their dramatic weight was now probably something that was beyond a joke to most people. Their old gym teacher, Mr Freeman, hadn’t recognised either of them to begin with, although his jaw certainly dropped once he did. Those once promising athletes were now… these enormous obese guys?
“You should have seen the looks you were getting when you got up to dance!” Ben laughed as the pair of them got back to the farm later.
“Is that after my shirt button had popped?” Tom laughed, feeling more than a little tipsy.
Ben nodded. “I don’t think they’ve ever seen a fat guy like you trying to bust out those kinda moves!”
“Well, I thought that chair was going to buckle underneath you as you were eating,” Tom chuckled next, nodding at Ben. “Did you see Maggie’s face when it made that noise as you sat on it?”
Ben laughed in return. “Definitely. She thought this fat boy was going to hit the floor!” He unbuttoned his shirt and sighed in relief as he dropped his tight pants to the floor. “That’s better!” he breathed, feeling the air on his large stomach once more. He was so used to not wearing shirts at all during the summer months. “You staying with me tonight?” he asked suggestively.
“I think I could cope with that,” Tom smiled back keenly, admiring the massive shape of his occasional lover.
Ben pulled out a carton of whipping cream from the refrigerator, chugging it down as he slipped his hand into his own underwear and started tugging. Tom completely undressed himself as he did so, knowing it was always going to be a fun session when Ben started this way. After a few seconds, Ben passed the carton to him, smirking at how much he had drained it in just one chug. Nevertheless, Tom put it to his lips and chugged the third that remained, determined to catch up to his significantly fatter friend. He felt Ben’s hands on his butt, admiring the blooming shape of it from the last fifty pounds he had gained, finally losing its ex-jock distinctiveness and becoming something altogether softer, wider and bursting with lard. Finally he could see how his body would bulge and swell as more extreme obesity set upon him.
“Come on, Fatso…” and excitable Ben whispered, grabbing a large cake from the cupboard for them to feast upon like a pair of pigs as they made love. “Let’s go get ready for the next reunion…”
