I want you to toe the line between taking the blame for and bragging about my weight. When I waddle and wheeze my oversized body into a room, I want you to tell everyone that you caused it, I want you to brag about how much food you managed to stuff me with, brag about how you do every little thing for me so that I can sit my fat keister on the couch and get even fatter, pat my belly and say that it’s “just a bit of relationship weight” and that it’s just proof that you’re feeding me well (like any good partner would, of course).
When someone calls me a lazy pig, pick up my big belly and tell them how hard I worked to eat all the food you put in front of me and how much my body worked to digest it and turn it all into fat. If someone points out that my moobs are bigger than most womens’ boobs, grab my tits and tell them that women pay big money for tits this big and you only had to overfeed me for them.
My heavy ass is gonna break some furniture, and when I do, say that you accidentally gave me the flimsy chair or the weaker end of the couch and that you should’ve made sure I took the stronger seat. When my clothes start to get too tight, say that you accidentally shrunk them in the wash and didn’t have time to go out and replace them. Whenever I outgrow some aspect of life find a way to explain it away and quickly stuff a snack in my mouth before I can ask questions.
But most importantly, when I have moments of doubt about gaining and get worried that I’ve ruined my body, tell me that it was all your fault for making me fat and that there was no way I could’ve helped myself from fattening up with all your cooking and all the takeout you get, put on a sad face, pretend to feel bad about it and apologize with a party-sized batch of my favourite food followed by enough of my favourite dessert to feed 4 people.
After all, why wouldn’t you take pride in your biggest, softest, fattest trophy?
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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…”
“Thanks for coming, I didn’t know who else to call,” said Dr Evans.
“Well you sounded panicked on the phone. Is it about the team?” Coach Cain replied.
“I think you’d better see for yourself, there’s been a complication.”
“I swear to god Doc, if you’ve done anything to my guys this close to the play offs, then I’ll—“ Coach composed himself, “look, you assured me this was safe.. that this.. High Intensity-.. dammit whatever the fuck it was called.”
“High Intensity Muscle and Bulking Ordinance”
“Yes that,” said Coach, “Would have them in tip top shape.”
“Yes. It’s perfectly safe. The H.I.M.B.O uses subliminal cues and visual aids, as well a few secret chemical ingredients, to drive muscle growth and channel competitiveness. The theory was flawless. But we didn’t account for…”
“For what….? For what!”
“The feed got corrupted,” said Dr Evans, opening the door to the medical room.
Coach Cain did a double take. His star player, Scott, was stood stark naked, flexing his muscles and grunting. Where he once had perfectly chiselled abs, now there was a huge ball gut covered in .. were those stretchmarks? His arms had exploded with muscle growth as had his pecs, it was like someone had placed a bodybuilder’s chest and shoulders on top of a beach ball. Scott continued to flex and grunt.
“Sc-scott?” said Coach, “What happened son?”
Scott flexed and grunted, “Scott BIG. Scott need big muscles for game. And Hungry. And HORNY!”
Coach turned to Dr Evans and grabbed him by his collar, “What the fuck have you DONE!?”
“The subliminal feed. There was a mistype in the algorithm, by the time we realised, he’d already been subjected to it for over a week. We did an emergency shutdown and brought him out early. And we think it stopped mid subliminal cycle. Our model didn’t account for that eventuality. The algorithm had got confused, and started showing him muscle and gainer porn.”
“What the fuck is ‘gainer porn’?” said Coach.
“Gainer porn!” moaned Scott “Get Big. Get Fat!”
“This was a straight A College Senior, what’s happened to his speech? What have you done to his fucking body!?”
“We’re still finding that out…”
The Coach stared at the blank dopey stare on his star player’s face.
“Simply put, he’s becoming more and more dumb. He eats. He works out. That’s mostly it.” Dr Evans looked around shifting his eyes back and forth.
“What do you mean ‘mostly it’?”
Coach approached slowly, as Scott continued to flex and moan and rub his large belly, “Scott son, it’s me. It’s Coach Cain. Are you in there?”
“Hey coach. Big Coach. Look at your muscles.” Scott said, getting a glazed look in his eye. He suddenly grabbed Coach Cain’s muscle gut “BIG sexy coach,” Scott growled.
“Hey, get the fuck offa’ me,” said Coach pushing Scott back. Scott’s huge muscle-and-fat frame staggered backwards slightly.
Coach looked down and saw with disbelief that Scott… was now rock hard. He flexed his muscles, rubbed his belly, before finally starting to rub his now Precum covered cock. Coach couldn’t believe that this was the same person who had taken the team to their best season ever, that he was now.. this… this…
“Himbo!” said Scott, “Big dumb Himbo!” He continued to writhe and buck his hips, as his huge ass thrusted back and forth to fuck his hand.
“What is happening!? Why is he saying that?”
“When we restarted the H.I.M.B.O he was still plugged in. We’re not sure why, but he keeps saying that, over and over. That he’s a big—“
“Dumb Himbo,” finished Scott. “Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah I’m so fucking Big. Big Man. Big cock. Gonna fucking cum.”
Coach continue to watch in shock and horror as his former star player, now a stretchmark-covered tank of a man, jerked and moaned before his cock exploded with ropes and ropes of cum.
Time seemed to stand still. Coach Cain couldn’t comprehend what was happening, before he blurted out “Well at least we have the rest of the team… right? Right!?”
Dr Evans opened the door and beckoned Coach back out of the room, “…..Let me show you the other subjects.”
Coach’s blood ran cold as the sounds of weight training, moaning, and eating, filled the air of the corridor. He could then make out multiple voices say “I’m a Himbo” “I’m a big dumb Himbo.”
“Have you heard that Michael is moving back to town?” asked Rick casually as he sipped his beer.
Levi’s eyes widened, his pulse quickening.“Really?” he asked back in astonishment. He hadn’t seen Michael in years. The guy had disappeared off to college seven years ago and simply never returned. “Who told you that?”
“His dad,” Rick nodded. “Apparently, he’s been trying to get Michael to join the family business for years and he’s finally agreed. I was asking about him. He said Michael has not long split up with his girlfriend, so the timing was right. We’ll have to all meet up for a drink.”
Levi nodded, trying to hide his eagerness. None of his friends had ever known about how he and Michael had fooled around together at the end of high school, nor how Michael’s abrupt exit from all their lives had cut Levi like a knife. He’d messaged him, back in those early college days, then waited three weeks for a reply until, eventually, he’d given up trying to stay in contact at all. “Sure!” Levi smiled, feigning delight. However, the thought of it plagued him for the next month, with memories of their time together washing over him like waves on a forgotten beach.
Michael had been the first in their group to lose his virginity. Tall, good looking and naturally athletic, the girls had flocked around him more than any of the rest of the otherwise nerdy bunch of guys the pair of them were friends with. To say that Michael was a randy teenager was a massive understatement. As an eighteen year old, Michael would delight in making them all jealous with tales of his kinky exploits, never holding back on the details for the ever-single boys. Then, when he and Levi had been walking home one Friday night, fueled by stolen beer from his dad’s refrigerator, Levi had somehow ended up sucking Michael off in some back alley. For Levi, who had repressed his sexuality for so long, it had been the most momentous event of his life. Finally, he had someone to talk about all these feelings which had plagued him for so long. As two horny eighteen year olds, they’d enjoyed the thrill of sneaking off together and having their own secret encounters. However, Levi was always well aware that none of it had ever actually meant anything to Michael, who was still quietly making his way through the entirety of eligible girls on the cheerleading squad. When college started up, that was it. Michael was gone and, in the great void that was left behind, only a feeling of being used and discarded remained.
With no social media, Levi realised that Michael had remained that fresh-faced eighteen year old in his head for all these years: the broad chest, slim waist and six pack; not forgetting that perfect dick of his that had imprinted itself on Levi’s mind every time he had been with anyone else. Perhaps that was why his eyes drifted over Michael without the slightest hint of recognition. The estranged man had been standing at the bar next to Rick and a couple of others of their friends. It was only as the pair of them locked eyes that Levi realised who the stranger actually was. Handsome though Michael remained, his face had swollen with puffier cheeks and a slight double chin that masked the once striking jawline. Broader and taller than he even remembered, Michael had a formidable mass to him; strong and capable, yet carrying an a surprising amount of weight around his middle, with a stout belly that pushed out further than all the other dad-bods that had begun to sprout on many of the other guys Levi recognised from high school. Yet, even now Michael seemed to command attention more than the rest of them: the perfect fit of his t-shirt around his big arms, his confident stance and deep masculine voice. His hair was long and thick, down to his shoulders and a perfect, trimmed beard had turned him into the type of hairy bear Levi had lusted after for many years on those infuriating dating apps. His cologne smelt sexy and his wide, fun-loving smile made Levi remember all over again just why he’d found Michael so irresistible.
It was only as they all sat down that the subject of Michael’s weight came up. With a sizable ball gut pressing into his lap, the sight of it captured all their attention, until Rick was brave enough to observe: “So, you’ve been eating well since high school, huh?”
Michael laughed heartily and rubbed the shelf of his protruding stomach like it was an old friend. “Dude, you have no idea!” he smiled proudly.
“You were the only one of us who had a six pack!” smiled Jake, who had always carried an extra thirty unwanted pounds on his body.
“Yeah, that didn’t last long in college,” Michael shot back, as if the loss had meant nothing at all to him. “Take-out and beer soon sorted that out!” he chuckled, patting his hefty middle that was inadequately concealed behind an unflatteringly fitted t-shirt. Then I met Anabelle…” he grinned, using the same boyish tone he had always deployed when talking about the girls he had been with.
“Oh, you mean the infamous ex?” Rick asked, fully encouraging Michael to continue.
Michael nodded. “The sexiest woman you will ever meet!” he boasted. “You guys will love this…” he grinned, pulling out his cell phone to show them a picture of her, making all the guys swoon at the image, just like he had always done, teasing them with those unobtainable girls back in high school.
“Fuck, dude!” Rick exclaimed jealously, as if he had been transported back to his teenage years. “And she finished with you because you got too big?”
“No, buddy,” Michael chuckled. “The complete opposite. I actually used to be seventy pounds heavier than this when we were together,” he explained, holding out his hands as if to simulate a much larger gut that had once been on him. “Let’s just say, she was the type of girl who liked to keep her man well fed!”
The guys all laughed. “What? Like some sort of feeder?” Rick asked, bemused by the idea.
“And then some!” Michael nodded emphatically back. “She was crazy horny about it all. I used to get the best fucking blow jobs if I just sat back, ate a couple of pizzas and bloated up on beers each evening! A nice little lap dance for taking down a tub of ice cream. Tits in my face any time I was munching on some snacks!”
“That's so weird!” laughed one of the others.
“It was fucking awesome!” Michael laughed. “The best time of my life without a doubt. Who needs a six pack when you have a girl like that bouncing up and down on your dick all night?” he smirked proudly. “She ended up finishing with me for some huge, five hundred pound guy who moved into our building,” he added with his usual, casual attitude.
Naturally, the guys were all incredibly curious, asking several questions.
“It sounds like you had a lucky escape!” Jake finally stated, patting his buddy on the back.
Michael nodded, but didn’t seem quite so convinced.
In time, each of them began to explain exactly what it was they had been up to during the intervening years since high school.
“What about you, Levi?” asked Michael. “Are you seeing anyone at the moment?”
Levi shook his head. “I was seeing a guy from work for a couple of years, but that didn’t really go anywhere,” he answered.
“Oh, good,” Michael nodded. “So you came out at last then?”
The other guys looked curiously from Michael to Levi. “Wait. Did you know he was gay back in high school?” Jake asked, as they had all previously agreed that none of them had had the slightest inclination that Levi had been secretly into guys back then.
“Of course!” Michael nodded. “Who do you think gave him his first blow job?”
Jaws dropped to the floor.
“You never told any of them about us?” Michael asked Levi directly as the silence filled the space. “After all these years?”
“I never told anyone,” Levi mumbled back, knowing that he was going to have to spend the rest of the evening explaining the secret fling that had ended up stinging him so deeply as an eighteen year old.
“I’m sorry,” Michael whispered, sneaking up to the bar with Levi later that evening. “I had no idea that it was all still a secret. I wouldn’t have said anything otherwise,” he mumbled awkwardly.
“Don’t worry about it,” Levi replied graciously, despite the way he was still gritting his teeth. Not only had he had to confront the guy who had broken his teenage heart, back in the day, but now he’d had to answer questions about it for the last half an hour.
“I was worried you were pissed off at me,” Michael prodded further, perhaps still sensing Levi’s annoyance.
“Why would you be worried?” Levi shrugged back. “It’s not like you’ve given any of us a second thought in the last few years.”
Michael rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, knowing he had thoroughly deserved the cutting remark. “Well, maybe it feels that way, but it’s not as if I stopped thinking about any of you, and remembering the fun we had.” He glanced quickly over his shoulder to check that none of the guys were looking, then whispered playfully back: “Especially that night I fucked you on that mini golf course…” he teased.
Levi couldn’t help but laugh. That story, at least, had remained hidden from the group: the first time Levi had really enjoyed taking a pounding and been so vocal about it, moaning loudly. They had been less than half a second away from getting caught by a very angry looking security guy. “That was a pretty good night,” he nodded back.
“Well then…” Michael teased flirtatiously, looking back for one final check before playfully cupping Levi’s butt with his giant hand. “If you ever want to recreate those glory days… I’m always willing…”
Levi grinned back. So, Michael was just as horny as ever? It had been years since he’d been touched by him, yet the electricity sizzled through his entire body. He’d known for a long time that no one could ever get him aroused quite like Michael could.
“Oh, fuck!” Michael exclaimed a week or so later, zipping his pants back up. “You’ve certainly upped your game since last time.”
Michael smirked. It wasn’t the first time he’d been told he gave a good blow job. He’d finished pretty quickly himself; overcome by his arousal for the large-built guy who had replaced the former Michael. Broad, bellied and bearded, this man was now the perfect bear for a guy like Levi. And his dick? Well, that was just as beautiful and large as Michael remembered.
“Blow jobs just make me crave pizza these days,” Michael laughed, pulling his tight t-shirt back on and plopping down on the couch as if he needed to catch his breath still. “I think that’s what happens after you’ve dated a feeder,” he chuckled, tapping his gut. “I’ll probably have to pick something up on the way home.”
“I thought you were trying to lose weight?” Levi asked, putting his own clothes back on.
Michael seemed to think for a moment. “Not really,” he shrugged. “I lost weight because of the stress of breaking up, leaving my job, getting ready to move back here… and my family’s judgement, of course,” he sighed, rolling his eyes impatiently at that last one. “ But I actually quite liked being bigger,” he nodded, rubbing his still protrusive gut.
“What size were you?” Levi asked curiously.
“Three hundred and sixty pounds at my biggest,” Michael replied as if he thoroughly expected the figure to impress Levi. “I was a whole lot of man!”
“I bet!” Levi smiled back, realising that the thought was not at all unattractive. “I’m sure your ex was delighted.”
Michael nodded emphatically back. “And she found plenty of ways to show how happy she was with me,” the guy winked playfully back.
“Do you still miss her?” Levi asked, wondering whether, underneath all of Michael’s bravado, there was still some sadness about losing her.
Again, Michael took a moment to think. “Sometimes,” he stated at last. “She’s moved on and is happy, which is nice to know. I do miss the sex though…” he grinned.
Levi rolled his eyes. Michael’s brain had always been second in command to his penis when it came to his decision making. “Oh, is that so?” he chuckled with amusement at the fact that Michael would never change. Older and wiser, perhaps, but nothing would ever come in the way of him getting that perfect orgasm.
“You have no idea how nice it is to be sucked off after so much food,” Michael smiled fondly. “I’ll never find anyone that will let me get away with that shit again. Just all that food, beer and kinky sex… I was absolutely in my element with it all!”
Levi playfully punched his buddy on his arm, but even as he feigned disinterest at the over-share, the cogs in his head had already started to turn.
“Were you expecting someone?” asked Michael the following week as they kissed on the couch and were interrupted by a loud knock at Levi’s door.
Levi smiled and got up, returning a minute later with a large, steaming pizza inside its cardboard box.
“You ordered us pizza?” Michael asked with bemusement.
“No…” Levi smiled back. “I got you pizza.” He observed for a second as Michael seemed to be getting the gist of what was happening. “I thought it might be a nice little accompaniment for when I go down on you in a second.”
Michael’s smile beamed. He stood up and undressed with a ferocious speed; his dick already hard before he’d even dropped his underwear. “Where do you want me?” he asked, as if thoroughly expecting to be directed by Levi throughout this experience.
Levi’s eyebrows rose. He hadn’t anticipated that Michael would be quite this enthusiastic. “Just in front of the TV will be fine,” he smirked, pointing down at the armchair. Michael’s dick appeared ridiculously stiff.
The moans were loud and raucous that came from the feeding man. More than once, Levi had to stop what he was doing, laughing at how uncontrollably the big boy was enjoying getting sucked off as he ate.
“You realise I’ve got neighbors upstairs?” he asked the naked Michael, legs spread wide and slouching in the chair as he ate. “These walls are paper-thin!”
“This just feels so fucking good,” Michael replied, his eyes filled with an all-consuming lust; the type that Levi had never seen in anyone before. “Have you got anything else to eat? I’m nearly done with this pizza.”
Levi sat up more and peered into the box in shock. Only a single slice remained. “But that was an extra large!” he cried.
Michael merely grinned. “I’m a greedy boy!” he announced proudly, grabbing onto a roll of stomach fat and giving it a shake.
“I might have some cake in the…”
“YES!” Michael roared, rubbing his own dick as he waited patiently for Levi to resume his sucking. “Bring the whole thing,” he ordered, upon seeing that there was over half of Levi’s own birthday cake just sitting in the refrigerator.
Never before had Levi been instructed to slow down and focus on edging when pleasuring a guy, but that was exactly what Michael seemed to want; pulling his dick away each time he felt he was getting a little too close to the climax. It took Levi far longer than it should have to work out exactly why. As insane as it may have appeared, Michael wasn’t going to let himself finish until every last crumb of that cake had been consumed, washed down with the entire pack of beers he’d brought along with him.
When the grand finale at last came closer, Michael was rubbing the shelf of his fat tummy and burping loudly between moans. He’d reached out for one of Levi’s hands and strapped it onto his gut as if he wanted him to appreciate the extreme bloating it was now going through. Then he came, gushing into Levi’s mouth like a flood, and growling like it was the best orgasm of his life.
“So, what did you think about all that weird shit with Michael’s ex?” asked Rick the next time he met up with Levi and a couple of the others at a bar in town.
The guys all nodded in consideration of the question. “She sounds like she was into some pretty freaky stuff,” replied one. “I don’t think I could have gone along with all that just to make her happy.”
“Exactly!” Rick nodded in agreement. “What the hell possessed him to get so fat for her? He’ll never get back to his old weight now.”
“Who says he even wants to?” added Levi, feeling like he needed to contribute to the conversation, despite knowing so much more than the rest of them.
“I think that’s the problem,” Rick nodded. “It’s like he’s actually proud of it.”
All of them looked across at Michael who was away, ordering at the bar. Just as always, his t-shirt was a poor fit, stretching across his stomach in a way that only emphasised it more; tight fitting pants failing to conceal his crack.
“His dad thinks he’s seeing someone,” Rick went on. “He goes out at least a couple of nights a week and is always very cagey about where he’s been.”
Levi could feel his face flushing slightly.
“He would have said something if he was seeing someone,” dismissed one of the others. “Michael’s never been coy when it’s come to talking about his sex life, has he?”
The men all nodded in acceptance of that, still gazing across at their old friend as though he was a complete enigma to them.
Levi couldn’t deny that he found it all exciting over the coming weeks. Michael was so damn horny any time they included food into their sex life, eating had become the most utilised form of foreplay.
“I’m putting weight on again,” Michael smirked, after pulling off his shirt and sitting himself down in the familiar armchair. He cracked open his beer, putting it next to the full tray of doughnuts he had brought along with him. “I can feel it all coming back under here,” he stated, lifting his arm and bouncing the fleshy area to the side of his chest, usually concealed by his strong arms.
“It must be all the pizza!” smiled Levi back, always delighted whenever Michael headed over to see him; the visits becoming more and more frequent.
“And the ice cream… the burgers, the doughnuts, the beers…” Michael sang back proudly. “My appetite has gone through the roof lately, and I am absolutely loving it!” he exclaimed, pulling out his dick, which was indeed very hard, and giving it its first rub of the evening; all whilst inserting the first of his fresh doughnuts.
“A real little piggy!” Levi teased, having noticed that such words seemed to arouse Michael even more. Perhaps it was something his ex had done, commenting on how fat he was getting week by week.
“You’d better believe it!” Michael smiled, beckoning Levi over to sit on his knee and kiss him.
After a full minute of kissing, Michael’s hands started to undress Levi, pulling off his shirt and yanking down his pants until he could send Levi away to lubricate himself and return to sit his tight butt down on his crotch; then bounce away as Michael ate.
“Take one,” Michael ordered, nodding to the doughnuts.
“I’m not keen on doughnuts,” Levi replied, finally getting into a nice, slow, stimulating rhythm.
“Not for you!” Michael shot back. “For me!” he cried. “I want you to feed it to me.”
Levi smirked. That sounded like fun. He picked one up with his hand and teased Michael by nudging it closer to his mouth, holding it under his nose without letting him take any. Then, at last, Michael took a large, deep bite that filled his entire mouth. It wasn’t easy to coordinate whilst sliding up and down Michael’s hardness, and so, by the next bite, Levi ended up simply pressing all that he could into the man’s greedy open mouth. In response, he could feel his lover’s hardness throbbing even harder inside him, making it immediately obvious that this was something his ex had once done. This glutton was clearly used to being hand fed.
It was so rewarding to see Michael’s arousal. For the first time, there was that kinky little submissive streak showing itself. Levi pressed another doughnut into the guy’s face. Icing smeared across Michael’s nose as it was impossible to keep it steady. “Come on, Piggy. Eat it all up for me! It’s time to grow!”
Michael’s eyes immediately bulged. He clearly hadn’t been expecting that comment and, despite trying to lift Levi’s slim butt off him, he couldn’t manage to stop himself ejaculating all up Levi’s back. “Fuck!” he panted, frustrated that he had climaxed earlier than planned. “You’ve got to warn me before you say kinky shit like that!” he chuckled.
Levi smiled brightly, enjoying the power of making Michael lose control. This kink of his was genuinely so exciting when it felt like he could have the handsome guy wrapped around his little finger. The horny thing that he was, Michael would be ready to go and in another five minutes or so. And, when he was, Levi was going to make sure that those last remaining six doughnuts would all be gobbled up…
Working from home had its perks over the coming weeks. Michael had started to video call him on the phone during their lunchbreaks. Given that he was constantly driving around in his job, Michael was usually sitting in his car in some fast food place parking lot. Naturally, he’d order far too much, enjoying the reactions of those who served him. Then he’d call Levi up after he was a couple of burgers down, aroused and wanting encouragement to continue gorging. It was easy and arousing work, as well as being surprisingly effective for getting Michael enthused to come and see him each evening.
“Finish those hamburgers and I’ll suck you off like a pro this evening,” Levi teased. “Come on… nice big bites now, Fat Boy! That’s it!”
Oh, how Michael moaned with delight! It was their own secret love language. Michael had stopped looking for other people to pleasure him because no one quite knew how to get his dick as hard as Levi did. No one else would have the skills to edge Michael the way he liked, how much a jiggle of his fat could get him going, or whispering cheeky encouragement into his ear could build into such an explosive finale.
Perhaps it was because it was a regain, Michael grew with exceptional speed. Blubber spread throughout his torso, puffing up the cheeks of his face and widening his appearance from behind. His stomach had a long arch to it under Michel’s large chest, becoming tank-like and magnificent.
“It feels so much different to the last time I was three-sixty,” Michael declared, gazing at his naked reflection in the mirror after building up quite a sweat pounding Levi on the bed. “My belly doesn’t feel as big, but my butt is so much softer this time!” he laughed, reaching around for one of the oversized glutes and jiggling it as he chuckled at the sight of its movement.
“That’s probably because all you do is sit on your fat ass all day with this new job,” Levi replied, sitting up in bed and rubbing his dick, still waiting for his turn to be satisfied. It was curious that Michael’s gut had still been larger than this. It was so round and protrusive, with chubby pecs that had thoroughly drooped down onto the extensive shelf that had formed.
Michael grinned, still amused and delighted by the way his butt was looking. “I love it!” he declared, as his immortal hardness began to rise up once more. “It feels so different to what I’m used to. It makes me feel so…” he mused, a little unsure how to phrase what he wanted to say next. “Have you ever tried being a top?”
Levi sat up. “A couple of times,” he answered, surprised that Michael was suggesting such a thing for them. With his building lard, Michael had seemed to become more and more submissive to it each week; hanging on Levi’s every word as he tried to come up with more and more arousing ways to keep the big man eating. “Why? What are you suggesting?” he asked, unable to hide his interest.
Michael looked at him seriously. “I just think it’s a good next stage for me. My ass is properly soft now…” he smiled, giving it yet another jiggle. “Someone should be fucking it, don’t you think?”
Smiling wickedly, Levi nodded in agreement. “Sure. I can do that one day,” he grinned, needing Michael’s mouth on his dick as soon as possible. “Once it’s a little softer, I’ll give it a nice, big pounding…”
“You still want me fatter?” Michael asked keenly. It was a question he threw at Levi frequently, practically oinking with delight each time Levi agreed.
“Oh, I want you fatter alright!” Levi teased, beckoning the fat man back to the bed as he spread his legs wide and held up his hardness, ready to insert into the greedy mouth. “Just keep eating, Piggy, and you’ll soon be soft enough to experience what a proper fucking feels like…”
Certain things really worked with Michael. Levi hadn’t realised then how much he had stumbled upon something that struck such a chord with the guy’s ever evolving kinks. He’d become like a man possessed, sending Levi pictures of almost everything he was eating at each meal. Something had shifted in him. He was going for it with full force: rapid, blubbery expansion, citing Levi’s words as his inspiration.
“I bought some super-sized underwear for me to grow into for you…” Michael declared between kisses on the couch one evening after work. The man had been eating almost all day, keeping a record of his calories on his cell phone and aiming for ever more extremes of gluttony. Fat was spreading on top of already well established fat, softening Michael up in almost every direction. He wanted to be inspected, meaured and weighed in for progress. “Is my ass fat enough yet?” he asked.
As much as Levi wanted to unleash himself upon it, the anticipation of making him wait was far too alluring. “Almost…” he grinned every time, bouncing the unrecognisably lardy glutes. “But I stil need it fatter…”
Michael sighed in both delight and frustration, promising as he came each night that he would continue to transform himself into the fattest man that he could be. Levi wondered how far he was going to let Michael take things before he surrendered and gave him what he wanted so desperately. He was enjoying having Michael fixated of the idea of being fucked by him; the long, drawn-out process of longing for it. Michael had always been kinky, but he’d never had to wait for something like this before. His sexual frustration was evident as he sent Levi videos of his raging erections, even as he ate his lunch at work.
“This is for you…” Michael would wink in a 50-second video, raising a tub of whipping cream and then hastily downing it all in one go, looking around him in the parking lot to ensure that no one was around as he gave his pulsing dick a few strokes up and down, and burping like an old drain.
It was Michael’s birthday that September; the first one of their group to turn twenty-eight. Jake and Rick had suggested heading out to the city to visit some clubs, but all Michael had requested was an evening in their usual bar.
“Do you think he’s dating another freak?” asked Rick, as the rest of them couldn't help watching Michael as he stepped away to order himself a drink. The man’s whole shape was altering as blubber engulfed his previously solid frame; large, puffy arms and pillowy fat broadening his back at his shoulder blades. His clothes were a snug fit, just as they always were, leaving nothing to the imagination about how extreme the man’s love handles had become as his monstrous gut launched outwards. The sturdy strength of his athletic butt had been completely diminished as a pair of wide, underexercised and expansive glutes pressed unflatteringly up against large jeans that sat far too low to completely conceal his crack. “I’ve never seen anyone put on weight this quickly before.”
Levi tried to conceal a smirk.
“Well, he says not. But there’s gotta be some girl behind this somewhere,” Jake nodded in agreement. “He must be well over 400lbs now,” he noted, seeming to be sizing their tall friend up in his head.
“Oh, at least,” Levi nodded in agreement, knowing that Michael was actually closer to 430lbs.
“Shit!” laughed Rick, turning back to the group of friends with a giant smirk across his face. “It looks like we were exactly right!”
Levi chuckled, looking around in amusement. What had Rick seen that suddenly made him so sure that Michael was seeing someone?
One by one, the other guys laughed and nodded, seeming to understand. “Haven’t you spotted her?” Rick asked, as Levi seemed to be the only one who hadn’t caught on. “Look who just walked in. It’s his ex, Annabelle!”
Levi’s head swung to the entrance space. He hadn’t paid so much attention to the picture Michael had shown them all of his ex, yet the other guys seemed to recognise her right away. She was indeed, completely stunning, garnering stares from every single man in the room. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion as Levi watched her walk up to Michael and place a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention. She was here for his birthday, holding a present in her hand and passing it over to him.
Had Michael invited her? Surely not! He hadn’t talked about her in months! Levi studied his face carefully before deciding that he definitely hadn’t been expecting her. His fat face was one of complete shock, even as he was pulled into a gentle embrace by the petite girl almost a quarter of his size.
“What a liar!” Jake laughed, watching his lucky friend receiving attention from the outrageously sexy girl. “I guess he just couldn’t resist going back for seconds!”
Levi’s jaw clenched. He could tell from the way Annabelle was fussing around him that she was flirting. So, she’d heard how well Michael had continued to grow and decided to get him back? An angry, jealous goblin seemed to rise up out of him, suddenly finding himself marching across the room towards the former lovers.
“And when I called by your parents’ place, they told me you would be down here,” Annabelle was smiling, before stopping as she saw Levi approach.
“It’s amazing to see you,” Michael smiled back at her, before also noticing they were no longer alone. “Levi, this is my ex, Annabelle,” he delighted in saying.
Levi’s cheeks clenched in a forced grimace. He had no intention of making polite introductions. “Where’s your boyfriend?” he asked, pretending to see if anyone had followed her in. “Are you here on your own?”
Annabelle sighed and pouted sadly, in a way that many infatuated men probably found adorable. “Unfortunately, we broke up,” she replied, looking keenly to see Michael’s reaction to the news. “I made a big mistake choosing him. Things just didn’t work out.”
“I’m so sorry!” Michael offered, putting a consoling hand on the pretty girl’s shoulder. “That sucks!”
Levi rolled his eyes. If she wanted a fight, he’d give her a fight. “So, what was the plan then? You finish with one guy, then race down here to try and get your ex back?”
Annabelle was good. She looked across at Michael with big, innocent eyes, her mouth aghast with horror at the impolite way she had been addressed. “No! Not at all. I just needed to see my old friend!” she replied, clearly lying through her teeth.
“What’s got into you?” Michael asked Levi in surprise; more amused than annoyed.
“Michael and I have known each other since our first year in college,” the girl continued feigning her innocence. “I just needed to see a familiar face… That’s all.”
“Whatever!” Levi scoffed. “You’re here because you heard Michael’s packed on so much more weight these last few months and you realised he had more potential than you first thought.”
Annabelle looked back at Michael, and then down to his large, round stomach. “Well, I’m not going to lie. You do look pretty good,” she smiled. “You’ve come a long way since I first met you…” she teased, trying to share an intimate moment with him.
Michael suddenly seemed to catch on. He sighed heavily and then placed his great arm over Levi’s shoulder. “Annabelle, perhaps I should explain that Levi is my feeder these days.”
“This guy?” Annabelle asked, utterly speechless and unimpressed. She’d dropped the innocent approach now, looking just as hard back at Levi as he was looking at her. “I bet he doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing. Don’t you remember the things I used to do to get you to eat for me…” she asked Michael, seeming to throw out her chest more.
“It’s the reason I got kicked off the college football team,” Michael nodded with a smirk.
“Your coach was so pissed!” Annabelle continued, trying to lure Michael back down memory lane with her. “I already had a reputation back then. All the guys had warned you not to date me. You skipped so many practices getting fed and sucked off. Do you remember how sexy those first few pounds felt?”
“That’s true!” Michael nodded. “You never forget your first feeder.”
Annabelle’s smile was wide.
“But you never could have gotten me as big as Levi has already. His methods are just a little more… advanced,” Michael finally stated, just as Levi placed a possessive hand on his broad butt, not caring that all their friends were watching them from only twenty five feet away.
“The fat pig eats for me now!” Levi spat victoriously.
Michael looked to the side to grin happily at his lover. Had Levi really just said that in public? Already Levi could feel the man getting aroused by him once more.
“Michael… Come on!” Annabelle cried, as if trying to make her ex see reason. “Remember how much fun we used to have?”
But Michael wasn’t listening. With his oversized butt being caressed by Levi, he’d slipped into a fog of lust. “Everyone can see what you’re doing you know?” he whispered, thrilled by how openly Levi was admiring his size.
“I don’t care…” Levi smiled back, happy to block out Annabelle entirely as he kissed the big man passionately.
“I’m sorry, Annabelle,” Michael smiled at last, handing her back the present she had brought along that evening. “Like my feeder said, I’m Levi’s fat pig these days…”
Levi kept his eyes open as he kissed Michael next, eying Annabelle as her face curdled like sour milk. She turned around and marched out, probably having spent hours travelling here, all for nothing.
Coming out as a feeder hadn’t been as challenging as Levi had expected. Of course, their friends had questions, but Michael’s shameless enthusiasm had been more than a little contagious.
“So, how fat are you planning on making him?” asked a bewildered Jake.
“As fat as I want…” Levi grinned up at his lover, poking him in his ever softening tummy.
He knew he’d crossed a line and could never go back after today. But, as he dropped Michael’s underwear that night, bent him forwards over the bed and gently pressed himself inside, between those doughy, fleshy cheeks, he knew this was exactly where he wanted to be. He’d come so far with Michael, but still had much further to go. More fattening treats to be consumed, more lard to be developed if he was to train him up like he needed. He hadn’t become a feeder overnight and, likewise, Michael wasn’t about to surrender to his true submissive self just yet. But, pound by pound and fucking by fucking, Levi knew that he would one day come to be the the complete lardy chub that he was after. Despite all the women Michael had had in his time, he’d finally been captured, like a little piggy in its pen.
Fabius finished top of the class in his centurion training, his fit physique is the very model of what a good Roman soldier should be.
After training he was assigned to be the body guard of the Legionis. After a few months of not having to do much fighting, eating extravagantly in the palace and multiple jugs of wine a day, there was a notable change in his physical appearance.
To the palace guards the change was gradual and went unnoticed but to his friends Gaius and Marcus who had just come back from the campaigns in the north, the change was very noticeable. They took great pleasure in teasing their friend about his soft life and how well he adapted to it, their own abs clearly visible through their armour. Gaius grabbed Fabius' soft, pale belly trying to see if there was anything left of his once clearly visible abs with Marcus laughing as he poked and prodded his friends gut.
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The scooter groaned when he mounted it now—a visceral, metallic creak that hadn’t been there three weeks ago. Three weeks, and the scale had blinked 180kg at him this morning, the digits glowing like a verdict. He’d stared, shirtless, his belly hanging so low it obscured the number if he didn’t lean back. The sweatpants he wore now had given up entirely. The waistband cut a deep pink stripe under his gut, straining so hard the stitches threatened to burst.
The ride to the store was a symphony of discomfort. The scooter’s shocks bottomed out over every pothole, each bump punching his gut upward, the momentum sending ripples through his flesh that didn’t stop until he braked. His ass spilled over the saddle, the metal frame biting into his hamstrings, forcing him to lift his bulk slightly every few minutes to let the blood back into his legs. The wind needled his exposed gut—the hood*<35mmie hem had surrendered halfway there, a crumpled ridge of fabric trapped somewhere north of his navel. The cold didn’t bother him as much as the shame, the way drivers slowed to gawk, the silent laughter in their eyes. He pretended not to notice.
By the time he waddled into the convenience store, he was gasping. The automatic doors barely accommodated his width, the rubber edges scraping his hips as he squeezed through. The owner, a balding man named Raj, didn’t look up from his phone.
“You’re late,” Raj said, scrolling. “Again.”
Matthias leaned against the counter, chests heaving. Sweat glazed his temples, pooled in the crease between his second and third chin. His belly pressed against the countertop, the glass smudging with a greasy halo. He could feel his shirt riding up again, the small of his back tacky with sweat where the fabric had rucked. “Shut up and pay,” he panted. “Or I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Sit on me?” Raj snorted. “Your boys aren’t here to back you up. Get out.”
The threat curdled in Matthias’s throat. He’d rehearsed this, planned to sound menacing, but his lungs were still raw from the walk. He adjusted his hoodie, tugging it down in a futile ritual. The movement made his belly quiver, a grotesque dance under the fluorescent lights. “I’m not playing,” he growled, but even to him, it sounded like a wheeze.
A shadow flickered behind him.
He turned, too slow, too heavy, and the kick caught him just below his hip. The thud echoed in the cramped store. The owner’s son—140kg of soft, teenage blubber poured into a football jersey—grinned at him, his belly jiggling under the stretched fabric. Matthias stumbled, arms windmilling, but his legs betrayed him. His knees buckled, and he went down hard onto the linoleum, the impact shuddering through his flesh. His gut bounced like a waterbed, the underhang splap-slapping against the floor.
The humiliation burned hotter than the pain.
He rolled, snarling, but getting up was a production. He braced his palms against the floor, pushing until his shoulders screamed. His belly hung like a sandbag, pulling him forward, and when he finally managed to plant one knee, the sweatpants slid down his ass, the waistband snapping against his thighs. “You little shit,” he roared, but the son was already waddling—actually waddling—around the counter, his thick calves shaking with laughter.
Matthias lunged. His first step sent a shockwave through his fat, every jiggle a reminder of what he’d become. The son darted past cases of beer, his jersey riding up to expose a pale, dimpled back. Matthias lasted three strides before his lungs gave out. He doubled over, hands on his thighs, spit stringing from his lips. The boy vanished out the door, cackling.
Raj stood above him, smirking. “See you next month. If you make it.”
He limped out. The scooter seat groaned louder than ever when he climbed on. His body ached, his knees throbbed, and the hoodie lay in ruins, shredded where it’d snagged on the store’s door. He drove straight to the Burger King two blocks down.
The parking lot was blessedly empty. He ordered at the drive-thru, voice hoarse. “Two Whoppers. Large fries. A Coke. A… a family-size tendercrisp. And the biggest Oreo shake you’ve got.” The intercom crackled, but the acne-scarred kid at the window just blinked when Matthias pulled up, his scooter tilting under the weight of the bags.
He ate in the parking lot, still straddling the seat. The first Whopper vanished in three bites, the grease smearing his cheeks. He’d unbuttoned his pants on the ride over, the zipper teeth straining against his gut, leaving angry red marks. The tendercrisp strips went down whole, chased with gulps of Coke. His belly pressed against the handlebars as he worked, the plastic digging into his abdomen, leaving pink divots. The shame from the store faded with every swallow, replaced by the warm, leaden fullness pooling in his gut.
He warranted a glance*<35mm at his reflection in the drive-thru window—a hunched titan, sweat glistening on his swollen neck, the scooter buckling beneath him. The fries were cold by the time he finished, but he ate them anyway, licking the salt off his fingers. The shake went last, so thick he had to crush the cup to gulp it.
By then, his jeans were fully undone, the fly gaping, his gut spilling over the band like dough. His hoodie lay on the asphalt where he’d flung it in frustration. He’d need new clothes. Bigger ones.
Just this once, he told himself, staring at the empty bags. I’ll start tomorrow.
The scooter wouldn’t start on the first kick. He leaned, put his full weight on the ignition. The engine coughed. His belly folded over itself, squashing against his thighs, the fat gurgling softly.
The air in the barracks gymnasium hung thick and stale, saturated with the scent of sweat and desperation. It was 0600 hours. Miller, sergeant, 507 pounds of strained uniform and quivering flesh, stood – or rather, leaned heavily – against a worn concrete pillar. His breathing was already a ragged wheeze. Below the straining buttons of his BDU blouse, his immense, flaccid belly swayed like a waterbed, a vast, pale landscape of stretch marks and deep creases that seemed to absorb the harsh fluorescent light. Every slight shift of his weight sent tremors through the gelatinous mass, ripples cascading outwards with a soft, wet slap against the tight fabric of his undershirt. He watched the new Lieutenant Colonel, Travis, stride onto the polished floor, his own physique a cruel reminder of a bygone era – lean, sharp, radiating contemptuous energy.
"Alright, listen up!" Travis barked, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. Miller flinched, the sound vibrating unpleasantly in his own barrel chest. "The stats are in, and they're a disgrace! This base is a goddamn obesity clinic! Starting today, that changes! PT, every morning. Diet plans. Accountability!"
Miller’s gaze drifted past the officer, scanning the assembled soldiers. It was a gallery of defeat. Men, and some women, whose bodies had long since surrendered to the same sedentary spiral he inhabited. Uniforms were comically tight, fabric straining over distended guts, thighs that rubbed together with audible friction. Buttons looked ready to fire like shrapnel. He saw Private Davies, a man whose chin had vanished into a cascading series of folds beneath his neck, already beet red, sweat plastering his thinning hair to his forehead just from standing at attention. Then he saw Rob.
Rob was a mountain. 573 pounds, easy. His uniform wasn’t just tight; it was a losing battle against sheer, overwhelming mass. The lower buttons of his blouse were perpetually undone, failing to contain the vast, doughy overhang of his gut, which sagged nearly to his crotch. His thighs were immense columns, pressing together so tightly they forced him into a permanent, waddling gait. His face, usually jovial and open, was currently flushed, a sheen of sweat already glistening on his forehead and upper lip. He clutched a half-eaten protein bar – a cruel irony – in one meaty fist. Food. Always food. Miller knew Rob’s ritual: breakfast tray piled impossibly high, snacks constantly ferreted away in pockets or hidden in lockers, a late-night parade to the vending machines. His caloric intake was a staggering monument to addiction, fueled by boredom, stress, and a profound, almost childlike naivete. Rob genuinely believed, deep down, he could ‘start tomorrow’, completely blind to the fortress of fat he’d meticulously constructed around himself.
"Right!" Travis continued, oblivious or indifferent to the collective wave of panic rippling through the room. "We start with a warm-up! Ten laps around the gym! Move it!"
A groan, collective and involuntary, rose from the assembled mass. Movement was agony. Miller pushed off the pillar, his belly swaying violently with the momentum, colliding against his thighs with a soft, fleshy thwump. The first step sent a wave of exhaustion through him. His breath hitched immediately, becoming a ragged, wet gasp. Each footfall was heavy, deliberate, a monumental effort. The fabric of his pants, stretched impossibly thin across his vast thighs and sagging ass, rasped loudly. He could feel the jiggle intensify with each labored step, his entire torso quivering like disturbed jelly. He risked a glance at Rob.
Rob hadn’t moved. He was staring at the protein bar like it was the last lifeboat on the Titanic. His breathing was already audible – heavy, labored puffs. "C'mon, Rob," Miller wheezed, pausing beside him, leaning forward slightly, hands instinctively bracing on his knees. This caused his gut to poureth over his belt in a colossal, undulating apron, obscuring his boots entirely. "Gotta... try."
Rob looked up, his small eyes wide, innocent, and already defeated. "Sarge... I... I can't breathe just standing," he puffed, his voice thick. He took another desperate bite of the bar. "Maybe... maybe later?"
Miller knew. Later was never. He also knew Rob’s gear – his vest, his helmet – were useless relics. Rob could barely fasten his pants. Putting on body armor? An impossible fantasy. He watched as others began a painful, slow shuffle. Davies was already staggering, leaning against a wall after three steps, his face purple. Across the gym, a medic was helping a soldier who’d simply crumpled to the floor, gasping like a landed fish.
"Waddlers! Get moving!" Travis yelled, his voice like a whip crack. Miller flinched again. Waddlers. The word stung, accurate and brutal. He forced himself forward, each step a battle against gravity and his own suffocating bulk. The jiggling was constant now, a visible torrent of flesh surging back and forth with every movement. Sweat stung his eyes, soaked his collar, turned the fabric clinging to his massive back into a dark, damp pallet. He made it ten meters – barely a quarter of one lap – before his vision began to tunnel. His chest felt crushed. He stopped, leaning heavily, his belly slamming against his thighs, the air forced out of him in a wet gasp. He watched Travis’s expression shift from zealotry to something closer to horrified realization as he surveyed the gasping, sweat-soaked, immobilized parade of obesity littering his gym floor.
Miller found Rob near the exit doors, slumped against the wall, the empty protein bar wrapper clutched in his hand. He was eating a donut now, procured from god-knows-where, crumbs dusting his monumental chest. His breathing was a desperate, rhythmic hiss. "Told ya, Sarge," he mumbled around a mouthful, his voice devoid of its usual cheer, flat with exhaustion and the simple, crushing reality. "Told ya I couldn't." He took another huge bite, his eyes fixed on nothing, already retreating into the familiar, numbing embrace of sugar and fat. Miller leaned beside him, the vast, hot expanse of his own belly pressing against Rob’s equally immense side. The simple act of breathing was work. The gym noise faded into a dull roar. They were trapped. Utterly, completely trapped by their own flesh, by the relentless gnaw of hunger, by a system that had let them balloon into these grotesque parodies of soldiers. The new regime wasn’t salvation; it was just another cruel mirror reflecting the inescapable cage they inhabited. Miller closed his eyes, feeling the sweat trickle down the deep canyons of his back, listening to the symphony of strained breaths and the soft, ceaseless jiggle of hundreds of pounds of defeated flesh. The cycle continued. The buffet line awaited.
As if the appearance of them wasn't heartstopping enough, the sight of the two sexy guys kissing was enough to give every guy at the bar a boner. Alex had never seen two men who were as naturally handsome, nor impeccably chiselled through clear gym dedication. Yet, there they both were, sharing a kiss on the dancefloor. The way their statuesque bodies moved and grinded against each other, the perfect fit of their clothes; Alex was in heaven just standing at the sidelines, sipping his drink.
“What I wouldn’t do to get in the middle of that!” Alex smirked to his new friend as he gestured towards the two sexy men.
Alex’s friend looked across and then rolled his eyes. “You mean Adam and Ben?” he chuckled. “Yeah, we’ve all had our fantasies about those two,” he nodded. “They’ve been together for about five years now. They don’t come here all that often, but when they do, the view is always pretty great!”
Alex sighed in longing as he gazed across. Moving to a new city for his job had been unexpectedly difficult, and he had consoled himself with the idea that he would hopefully find some sexy sugar daddy to love and take care of him. However, judging by the gay scene so far, there wasn’t much to write home about. No one had come up to him and there had been no more than a few fleeting glances in his direction. He knew that it was mostly his own fault. He’d thoroughly made the most of his twink physique back in college, but another five years down the line and he’d found the dad-bod had slowly been creeping up on him. He could feel his small love handles pressing against his overly tight shirt and could sense from the awkward fit of his pants that his butt was now a little too full and soft for most of the guys in here.
So, why not go on a diet? It was something Alex had considered in the past. He’d even bought a gym subscription last January. Yet, here he was in June at least six pounds heavier still. The truth for Alex was a lot more complicated. When he gazed at his softening form in the mirror, he didn’t hate himself like most of the mainstream media wanted him to. In fact, he found something incredibly erotic about it all: the act of filling out, the plushness to his butt, the obviously underexercised appearance. He looked like a man who had settled into a content relationship of several years, happy to let himself go a little. He could even admit that he had rubbed his small paunch with appreciation more than a few times when he’d masturbated alone in his bed each night.
“They’re not quite as wholesome as they look, y’know?” Alex’s friend continued, pulling him out of his thoughts and back to observing the two incredibly handsome guys on the dancefloor. “Up until a few months ago, they used to constantly hang around with this fat guy.”
Alex looked across at his new friend wondering why such a comment was relevant. After all, there were plenty of overweight folks in this city.
“A few of us had seen both Adam and Ben kissing him… this fat guy!” he pressed on, as if delivering the most shocking news of the century.
“What? Like some sort of threesome?” Alex asked, suddenly feeling a lot more experienced than his friend for having indulged in quite a few threeways himself, back in his college days.
“No… this was way weirder,” the man pressed on. “It wasn’t like he was their equal. He was more like Adam and Ben’s pet. They both fussed over him like crazy.” He pondered how best to express himself. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. I guess you had to be there and see it. But there was a weird dynamic between them.”
“They didn’t mind that he was chubby?” Alex tried to clarify, feeling a sudden hopeful spark in himself that, maybe, in some strange universe, he could be in with a shot himself.
“Apparantely not,” the friend chuckled. “The guy pretty much doubled in size since we all first saw him,” eyes wide with the retelling of it all. “Perhaps he got too fat for them both, I don’t know. But it ended fairly abruptly and now he lives across town and doesn’t have anything to do with them.”
Alex gazed across at the two men and was surprised when one of them glanced in his direction, giving a small smile. He could feel the excited butterflies flutter and fizz in his stomach with just that single look. Had Adam and Ben just become the ultimate fantasy?
It was a few weeks after that when Alex was standing at the edge of the dancefloor yet again. No longer fresh meat, he’d found that even the curious looks in his direction had ended. He’d lived in this city for over three months and hadn’t scored with more than a handful of average-looking guys he’d met on dating apps. More than that, he’d felt the creeping mass of weight gain sticking to his body once more. He’d eaten poorly for weeks, too lazy to cook for himself and captivated by the cheap pricing of the highly competitive take-out food market in this city. For the first time ever, he’d begun to carry a slight double chin that, despite shaving daily, he hadn’t even noticed until he’d seen a picture of himself from a friend’s wedding the weekend before. He remembered how tight and strong his core had been back in college, now soft and puffy, like his chest, gathering an ever thickening layer of blubber. It was partly why he felt so fed up with being single. He needed someone to steer him in the right direction, or at least warn him when his clothes were becoming ridiculously and embarrassingly sized on him. He’d had one beer that evening and already he could feel a button straining on his shirt. What a catch he must have looked!
Three drinks in and queuing up at the bar for a fourth, Alex felt ready to head home. There was no point in being here and the fit of his clothes was making him feel more than a little self conscious. He sighed and turned, ready to head out the door when he noticed that, standing directly behind him, had been those two incredibly handsome, muscular guys: Ben and Adam. How long had they been there? Alex cringed, realising that they must have seen him from the worst possible angle, with his wide, underexercised butt squeezed into pants that used to fit like a dream.
Feeling his face flushing and unable to look away once one of them had locked eyes with him, Alex found himself mumbling an embarrassing “Hi” in their direction.
“Hey,” smiled back the one with perfect stubble, gazing at him up and down. “I like your shirt,” he smiled, reaching out and stroking Alex’s chest as if appreciating the softness of the material.
“Oh…” Alex whimpered back, unsure what to do. He hadn’t really expected an acknowledgement, let alone an undeserved compliment thrown in his direction. “It’s super old,” he replied dismissively, looking down at it himself, noting once more the strain of the buttons. “And a little too tight,” he stated, wanting the handsome men to know that he wasn’t completely stupid and unaware of how ridiculous he looked, squeezed into it like this.
“No, it’s a lovely fit,” smiled the other man, reaching out himself and stroking the material of the shirt at Alex’s side, where it clung unflattering to his love handles, pinched by the tight waistband of his pants. “We’ve been admiring it.”
“And you,” nodded the other man with an undeniable flirtation in his voice.
Alex stood, frozen to the spot. Was this some joke? Was he being made fun of? Surely this couldn’t actually be happening for real?
“So, are you going to let us buy you a drink, or what?” smiled the other man, reaching out to rest his hand on Alex’s other side, so that they both stood there, rubbing against his love handles and gazing excitedly into his eyes.
Without any real concept of what was happening, Alex allowed another beer to be bought for him. He went to sit with the two huge hunks, bookending him on either side of a small booth in an incredibly intimate, close fashion. Alex could feel their muscular thighs pressing against his own, smell their alluring cologne and became lost in his own swooning as he listened to their deep, masculine voices asking him question after question. Within twenty minutes, Alex felt like he had given them his entire life story. Perhaps it was the fact that they were so damn handsome, the men just seemed somehow more trustworthy. Then again, it could also have been his nerves; rambling on and on and on. They knew it all: his complex family set-up, his time in college, his career and current frustration at being single.
“A handsome boy like you should have no problem finding a boyfriend,” replied Adam after nodding to the bartender to send more drinks. It was the first time Alex had ever seen anyone getting table service in this place.
“Thanks,” Alex mumbled back. “But I’ve not really been looking after myself so well these last couple of years.” He pulled out his cell phone and flashed the picture he kept of him and his social group from college on his screen background. “That was me five years ago,” he sighed, as if it was all the evidence he needed to explain why he felt so down about himself.
“What? That skinny little thing?” Ben scoffed. “Nah, you look one thousand percent better now,” he grinned, rubbing Alex’s back as if he was at last building up to make a move on him.
The picture of his former physique had also seemed to do something to Adam as well, with the guy’s hand slipping down onto Alex’s knee and rubbing. “Why don’t you let us take you home and show you how fucking sexy you are?”
Alex had noted the jealous looks of the guys in the bar as he was led out by Adam and Ben. The whole time they had walked to get a cab, one of the men had had a hand on him, resting on his hip or over his shoulders. All three had squeezed into the back of the car, with Alex pressed up against them both, much like he had been in the bar. Hands slyly drifted onto his thighs whilst Adam and Ben talked animatedly to the driver about sports, completely unaware of the gentle fondling that was quietly going on in his back seat at the same time.
The guys’ apartment was immaculate, much like the men themselves. Large and spacious, overlooking the river, it was obvious that they were both well paid in their jobs. Both of them no older than their late twenties, yet living the life of men who were comfortably off after many decades of toil and hard work.
Could couches be sexy? The one in this place sure seemed so. Alex was guided to sit in the middle of it, whilst both men simultaneously removed their shirts; those stunning chests coming on show, not a single flaw on either of them. Sitting down beside him, Ben was the one to kiss him first. Then Adam took his turn whilst Ben set to work unbuttoning Alex’s shirt. In no time at all, he felt the material being pulled back over his shoulders, his chubby torso on show; bloated, puffy; belly jutting out over his belt.
Alex could hardly believe the size of the bulges in the men’s pants. Full, hard and thick iron rods threatened to burst through the material, with both men moaning in horny appreciation as Alex lowered his hand to rub them over the top of their clothes. As Ben undid his belt and unleashed his erection, Alex felt his lips magnetically drawn to it. Never in his life had he had such a beautiful dick in his mouth. Above him, Adam and Ben were kissing. Adam had dropped his pants, then Alex felt his head being guided towards that erection instead; no less impressive or stunningly sized.
As things progressed into the bedroom, Alex was surprised at how he was being handled. The intermittent sex he’d had with guys in recent times had been direct and perfunctory, with only the end goal in mind. Yet Adam and Ben’s hands lingered on the parts of Alex’s body that he had enjoyed touching himself: his chubby belly, his soft chest and fleshy thighs. At one point, Adam had been bouncing Alex’s glutes, watching Ben’s face as if he knew such a sight was going to make him irredeemably horny. Indeed, the whole thing seemed so much different to any threesome Alex had ever been in. In many ways he felt like the center of attention, yet there were so many horny glances between the couple themselves; a silent, kinky language as they got each other off to the way they were both touching and enjoying the chubby flesh of Alex’s body.
Satisfaction like this was rare in life. Alex lay in bed, letting the two men clean him up after the three of them had climaxed and made such a mess all over his body. He didn’t realise then that he would be staying the entire night, nor that the boys would be making him orgasm again, and again, and again.
It turned out that Adam and Ben worked not too far away from him in the financial district of the city. For the next week, one or the other of them would message Alex and meet up during his lunch break, treating him to something to eat and surprising him with an additional tasty treat to take back to the office. The guys had never looked hotter than they did in their smart office suits and fitted shirts. Alex could see folks turning to stare longingly as they walked past. Adam and Ben just seemed to be winners in life, no matter how you judged them: their careers, their lifestyles, their looks and enviable relationship.
“Is this from the bakery you were talking about?” Alex asked, holding a full tray of pastries Ben had just presented him with. The smell made him moan in pleasure.
“I may have asked my secretary to pop out for them this morning,” Ben smiled. “I told her I had a lunchtime meeting with a client I really needed to impress…”
“You and Adam don’t need to keep buying me lunch and presents,” Alex chuckled, unable to stop himself pulling one of the treats out and biting into it.
“I disagree,” Ben replied, flirtatiously rubbing the top of Alex’s arm as he ate.”I think a little bit of spoiling and pampering is exactly what you need! And, besides, I was hoping some sweet talking might help persuade you to head over to our place again this weekend?”
Alex swallowed hard. He’d been fantasising all week about being invited back to the boys’place. “Sure,” he replied, trying to be as casual as possible about it. He listened carefully as Ben told him their plans. They’d pick him up from his place around six on Saturday. Then they’d go out for food and drinks. There was this cute little dessert place that Adam had said he’d wanted to take Alex. Then they’d all head back to their apartment and, well... Ben was far too polite to say all the naughty things they’d get up to then!
“That sounds amazing!” Alex swooned, hardly comprehending that he’d been eating the pastries the entire time Ben had been talking. “You’d better take these off me!” he declared, trying to pass the half-empty box back. “They’re so good. Honestly, I’ll just end up eating the entire box of them.”
Ben smiled warmly at him. “Then eat them all,” he answered kindly, stroking Alex’s back affectionately. “When was the last time you just let yourself enjoy the moment like this? Without worrying about eating too much or being judged?”
Alex felt the box being pushed gently back towards him. There was so much truth in what Ben was saying. Ever since he’d started putting on weight after college, his anxiety about overeating and thoughts of people’s judgements about his body had driven him crazy. Yet, look at him now! He had one of the sexiest guys on the planet telling him it was okay to just be real with himself and have what he wanted to have.
As Alex took another pastry, he smiled happily. This whole situation was absolute heaven. He felt Ben’s sly hand sliding onto his butt, giving it a firm, appreciative pat. “I hope you know that Adam and I will never try and put you on a diet, Alex,” he whispered sweetly. “You never need to try and hold back your appetite for us.”
Alex nodded. This guy was so sweet, yet something about the way he wanted him to let go of all his old hang ups was also incredibly arousing as well. They soon parted, heading back to their respective offices. Yet, by the time Alex made it back to his desk, that entire box he had been given was indeed completely annihilated. He liked his sugary lips and smiled, not feeling ashamed for the first time in years.
There was one question that remained with Alex, despite all the many times he had been invited over to Adam and Ben’s place. Just who had that guy been that they had hung around with before him? There was no doubt in his mind that he had taken over whatever kinky role their previous third had been in their relationship. But how exactly? What was it that this role provided them both? It all seemed so one-sided. Alex was so frequently wined and dined, his wardrobe upgraded through constant gifting and shopping trips. He’d experienced so much: weekend getaways in idyllic locations, concerts and glitzy charity events. But what was it that made him so irresistible to two such successful men?
“I told you his butt would look great in these!” Adam remarked to Ben as Alex arrived in the new chinos he’d been given last weekend.
Despite being fresh out of the shower, Ben came over to kiss him straight after Adam’s turn, rubbing Alex’s bulbous backside with a cheeky smirk of appreciation. “You definitely do seem to have a knack for dressing him,” the hunk nodded at Adam.
Alex smiled happily, diverting to get a better look at his butt in the mirror himself. He’d never been particularly stylish like the boys, and he couldn’t say that he understood why Ben and Adam thought he looked so good today. To his untrained eyes, the chinos simply made his butt look even larger and unconditioned than it already was. He’d piled on so much weight since he’d been hanging out with them, becoming ever wider around his hips and waistline.
“We ordered some pizza in for you before we leave,” Ben explained, dressed now in his smart pants and decorating his beautiful body with an immaculately pressed shirt. “It’s going to be a late one.”
At that very moment, the buzzer sounded and Adam disappeared to collect the two large boxes of pizza; massaging Alex’s shoulders as he finally sat him down at the breakfast bar to start eating them. Alex couldn’t really remember when he’d become so used to eating such vast quantities. The boys had done this to him so many times, taking him out places where he wouldn’t be able to eat for several hours at a time and insisting that he ate heartily in advance to avoid hunger later.
“Oh, no!” Ben proclaimed, looking at his cell phone. “The concert’s been cancelled!”
“What?” Adam shot back in alarm. “Are you joking?” he asked, racing over to check the email his lover had just received. “Larengitis? Are they serious!”
Stuffed to the brim, Alex waddled his increasingly flabby body over to the couch. He’d started carrying so much fat on his chest in recent weeks and he could feel the ring of lard under his chin as he lay back, actually quite relieved that he didn’t need to go out straight away. He rubbed his aching stomach and tried to breathe a little easier, burping up the gas from the sodas he’d been provided with for his meal.
“Look at him!” Ben cooed after he and Adam had finished fussing about the derailed plans. “He always looks so cute after a big pizza!”
Adam smiled and walked over to drop himself down on the couch next to Alex. He kissed the bloated boy, then slipped his hand onto his stomach instead, rubbing sensuously on the area below Alex’s belly button. It was a sensation Alex had enjoyed ever since he’d first started putting on weight and he never held back from moaning in appreciation for it.
Ben smiled at the sight, then quickly tidied up the kitchen space. He looked into the pizza boxes Alex had been eating from and tutted when he saw so many crusts had been left. “Oh dear!” he joked, picking up the box and bringing it over to the coffee table. “I hope you’re not going to waste all this?” He too dropped himself down beside Alex and, as Adam rubbed the big, soft lower belly, Ben began holding the crusts to Alex’s lips. “You’re going to need these extra carbs tonight.”
His hands resting on the two men’s muscular thighs, Alex felt his erection growing by the second as he nibbled on the cold crusts Ben was pushing into his mouth. He didn’t know how these scenarios managed to get him so aroused, but as the months had gone on, he’d come to notice a strange connection between having a full tummy and a hard-on that just wouldn’t quit.
“We should get the ice cream out for him if we’re not heading out just yet,” Adam reminded his lover.
“I already did,” Ben nodded, watching keenly as Alex obediently crunched at his fourth left over crust. “It’s warming up in the sink.”
Adam opened up Alex’s pants, lowered his zipper and fished out the guy’s comparatively average-looking dick. Up and down his big hands began stroking it as the pair of them gazed lovingly into his eyes, watching him eat. After a little time, the pizza crusts were swapped for large spoonfuls of ice cream - a new and surprisingly tasty variety.
“We’ll have to buy some more of this,” Adam noted to Ben, pleased with how clearly Alex was visually enjoying it. “This is the same stuff Pete used to like too, yeah?”
It was a name Alex had heard the boys reference to each other a couple of times before, coming to realise that this was the fat guy the boys had previously fussed over in the same manner that they now did with him. “Tell me about Pete,” he suggested between spoonfuls of ice cream.
The two men looked at each other, clearly wondering how best to broach the subject. “Pete was our first attempt at finding someone really special, like you,” Adam replied warmly.
“Did you do stuff like this with him?” Alex asked, enjoying the sensual way his dick was being played with and the ice cream delivered straight to his mouth.
“Yeah, we did,” Adam smiled. “Ben and I are of the same opinion that if we’re going to keep an extra person in our relationship, he should be very well cared for.”
“You both look after me so well,” Alex nodded, his voice becoming husky after several minutes of Adam’s expert stroking.
“We certainly like to think so,” Adam grinned, looking over at Ben who smiled back in that same conspiratorial manner.
“It gives us a lot of pleasure,” Ben nodded in agreement.
Alex enjoyed the feeling of submission and pampering. He knew how spoiled and lucky he was. He wanted to revel in it, motioning to the two men to remove their shirts for him to enjoy. “Are you going to keep looking after me like this?” he asked between kisses with them both. “Like your little pet?”
The two men laughed and looked at each other. “That’s certainly the plan,” Ben smiled, scraping the last bits of ice cream out of the tub and dropping it into Alex’s open mouth. “Adam and I have spend a lot of time discussing it. And now you’re definitely shaping up like we wanted,” he teased, stroking Alex’s double chin before delivering a deep sensual kiss.
“But where did it go wrong with Pete?” Alex asked, knowing it might spoil the mood for a moment but unsure when else he would have such a golden opportunity to ask.
“He just got a little too greedy,” Adam replied swiftly, clearly trying to shut this aspect of the conversation down quickly.
Alex felt a little deflated. So his friends at the bar had been right when they’d speculated that Adam and Ben had given up on their previous lover because he had become too big? All the guys’ talk of enjoying spoiling him was just that. Eventually he could become too heavy for them to enjoy anymore. Then it would be back to the old diets and calorie counting, hating his body all over again.
“What Adam means is…” Ben interjected, seeming to sense the rapid thoughts flowing through Alex’s brain. “Pete wasn’t content enough in his situation. Boys like you, who have been so well looked after, develop a body type that is very appealing to guys like Adam and I,” he smiled, rubbing the great mass that was Alex’s bloated middle. “Pete realised that he was quite a catch to a certain type of man and he… Well, he did some exploring behind our backs.”
Alex nodded in understanding. “I’d never do that to you guys,” he stated with absolute certainty. “I love you both so much!”
The two men above him looked at Alex and grinned proudly. “And we love you too,” Adam nodded, gazing now at the 250lb flabby boy who had declared himself so absolutely.
“And we’re going to keep on showing you how much we love you,” Ben added, actually grabbing a thick wedge of Alex’s belly fat as he whispered into the guy’s ear. “As long as it takes.”
As Alex’s weight became more and more extreme, he noticed the way certain folks had come to look at him. He had always been somewhat invisible when standing next to Adam and Ben, yet, now, whenever one of the handsome men had an affectionate hand on his thigh, or gently stroked his back, it suddenly attracted looks of confusion and, in some cases, quiet disgust. However, having both Adam and Ben lifting him up and telling him over and over again how wonderful he was, all acted like a shield against everything else: the sly comments about his weight at work, the gradual loss of the few gay friends he’d made in this city before he’d started hanging out with the boys, the uncomfortable sweatiness during the long summer heatwave.
“Look at the size of you!” complained Alex’s aunt as she gazed upon him during her trip to the city. “Does your mother know how badly you’re looking after yourself?” she scolded.
Alex tutted in annoyance. He couldn’t care less what his mother would think. He hadn’t spoken to her in three years and wasn’t about to seek her approval for gaining a few pounds.
“How have you put on so much weight since I saw you last November?” she demanded.
“I’ve just been enjoying my food,” Alex shrugged. “I stopped caring about what people think.” It was as honest as he could be. Food had become his greatest hobby. With Adam and Ben fussing over him and supporting him so much, the only major drain on his income was his rent. So what if he suddenly got hungry for take-out at ten o’clock at night? Why deny himself? The slick bakery by his office was expensive but good. Why try to limit his purchases there when he had all the cash he needed sitting in his bank account. He’d become like Adam and Ben, casual about pulling out his debit card to treat himself.
“Your mother is going to be furious when I tell her!” Alex’s prickly aunt continued, still staring with disbelief at the enormous stomach and wide hips on her once slender nephew.
“Good!” Alex laughed, deciding that this would be the last time he made an effort to see this horrible woman who hadn’t had a single nice word to say to him. He grabbed at a large wedge of belly fat and jiggled it. “There’ll be plenty more where this came from!” he declared defiantly. He’d stop by the doughnut place on the way home and not hold back. He’d tell Adam and Ben how tight his work pants felt today and they’d have some new ones bought and ready for him by Monday morning. He had a perfect life, and he didn’t need to justify it to anyone.
Adam held his hands over Alex’s eyes whilst Ben opened the door to their newly renovated bathroom. Alex knew it would be impeccable. The boys had such excellent taste. But as Adam’s hands lifted up, the beauty of it startled even him. The shower was so large and luxurious.
“We were thinking about you the entire time we were designing it,” Ben smiled, strapping his strong arm over Alex’s shoulders. “Nice wide spaces and a shower that could easily accommodate us all at the same time.”
Alex nodded. The previous shower had definitely become a bit of a squeeze for him as he’d tried to push his wider physique out through the narrow gap of the open doors. Given how much weight he had gained in the last year, it was just a matter of time before it became too challenging. “Now I won’t need to worry about having too much to eat when we go out later!” he joked, knowing exactly why all this work had been done.
Adam glanced excitedly at Ben. There was always such a kinky joy between them both whenever Alex said anything that showed his acceptance towards the inevitability of further weight gain.
“Absolutely!” Adam nodded, reaching a hand down to rub the large expanse of Alex’s butt. “You enjoy yourself!”
“We were going to ask you at dinner tonight,” Ben began, looking at Adam for his consent to proceed. “But we were thinking… maybe it’s time you moved in here with us?”
“It would certainly make a lot of sense for you,” Adam jumped in, coming in closer and sliding his hand along the underside of Alex’s hefty stomach. “You wouldn’t have to pay for that expensive place downtown and we could all see each other a lot more. You could have your own room and space to do what you wanted.”
“And we could play with you every single day!” Ben added with a kinky touch, slapping his hand onto Alex’s large underexercised rear with pride.
Alex only pretended to consider the idea as the boys set to work trying to seduce him, all of them undressing themselves in that bathroom. “So, what do you say, Big Boy?” Adam asked as Ben had slipped onto his knees to suck Alex off. “Wanna come play?”
Alex moaned loudly and nodded. Even in his wildest imagination, there was no better life that he could envision for himself.
The move happened quickly and the boys had enjoyed clearing out Alex’s apartment for him. They’d all laughed when they’d found items of clothes, hidden at the far back of the closet, that had clearly become far too small for Alex to even consider wearing: underwear, pants, t-shirts and even a full suit. Adam had had the idea that Alex should try them on, and the boys had become almost ridiculously horny. During that final weekend, Alex had been fucked and pleasured in every sigle corner of the small apartment he had lived in for just over two years.
It would have been easy to assume that living in Adam and Ben’s apartment was going to complicate things for them. After all, the handsome boys had been together for years, enjoying the space and relaxed lifestyle they had worked so hard for. The boys were incredibly tidy, organised and disciplined in the way they went about things. In contrast, Alex felt messy and lazy, unable to stop himself from feeling guilty as they cleaned up all around him, laying back on the couch watching TV. He’d become accustomed to walking around the place with only his underwear on. Adam and Ben were the sociable type, preferring to head out to meet friends, rather than inviting them back. As such, the large apartment was a space that felt completely private and somewhere Alex felt able to unleash his laziest self.
Having Alex around seemed to make Adam and Ben fall in love with each other all over again. They relished seeing the other fussing and caring for Alex so sweetly.
“I bought Alex some extra treats on the way home,” Adam smiled, kissing Ben in the kitchen before pulling everything out of the paper bag.
Ben chuckled and pointed to the almost identical haul he had picked up himself that day: matching brand for brand. Then the pair kissed passionately, enjoying how in-sync they were with each other: soul mates.
“How’s he been today?” Adam asked, gazing across at Alex whilst embracing Ben. “Enjoying the new toy I bought him?” he chuckled, seeing the fat man on his new video game console.”
“Oh, that’s been a huge hit!” Ben nodded. “He’s barely got up off his butt all day.”
Adam strutted over to Alex and kissed him on the back of his head in greeting, reaching his hand out in front to feel up the large exposed shelf of stomach fat. “Hey, babe!” he cooed. “I missed you today.”
Engrossed in his game, Alex quickly replied that he had missed Adam too, trying to keep his focus and not lose his place in the game.
“Have you put his dinner on yet?” Adam asked, turning back to Ben.
“Of course,” Ben replied. “And I’ve kept him well fed all day.”
Behind him, Alex could hear the men kissing each other passionately again; moaning with arousal at the other’s touch.
“Is he having that ice cream as well?” Adam asked, coming up for breath.
“Absolutely! And some pastries,” Ben confirmed, yanking off Adam’s tie and skillfully unbuttoning his shirt at rapid speed. Pretty soon both men were wearing absolutely nothing at all. Ben had laid back on the table, his legs spread and ass letting a horny Adam in. Alex paused his game and turned to watch. Living here was so often like having his own live porn channel to watch daily.
“You’re such a bad boy!” Adam playfully scolded his lover as he pounded softly. That strong, muscular butt was so hot to watch in action. It was already obvious that this wasn’t going to take long.
“I learned from the best!” Ben smiled gleefully back. Then they kissed, right up until Adam came, moaning loudly and collapsing onto Ben’s athletic body, panting.
Alex smiled, knowing his turn would be coming later. He often had no comprehension of how Adam and Ben got so rapidly aroused with each other; their latest round being a prime example. Still, it was dinner time soon at least.
At first, Alex had been bereft when he heard his company was letting so many of them go. He came home and broke the news sadly to Adam and Ben, finding it surprising how quickly they both brushed it off.
“That’s fine,” Ben nodded. “We were going to suggest you drop down a couple of days anyway. It’s not like we need the money.”
“Although, we’ll have to think how best to manage his lunch and things if we’re both not here,” Adam considered thoughtfully.
“I could work from home two days a week,” Ben replied. “And you have your Friday afternoons off. It wouldn’t be too lonely for him. We could still keep up a good regime for him.”
Alex smiled. They were both so thoughtful and sweet. “I can get a new job soon enough, I’m sure” he shrugged, not wanting them both to feel this was a problem they needed to solve. However, both men shook their heads and kissed him with a surprising excitement about the prospect of him no longer heading out to work each day. It seemed like this was genuinely something they both wanted for him.
In the months that followed the end of Alex’s job, he felt his body positively ballooning. Out of bored curiosity, he attempted to put on the pants he had worn on his final day, finding that they didn’t even cover the giant mass that became his rear. It wasn’t that he couldn’t button them up, it was that fact that he couldn’t even get the two sides of the material anywhere near each other. Pounds and pounds of pure lard had been oozing onto his thighs, altering the shape of his butt entirely. At 360lbs, his stomach was softer than ever and his nipples had dropped as his chest became large, blubbery, soft and sagging. Some days, his arms felt so heavy. He carried so much fat around where his meagre biceps had once been visible. The movements of his head were a lot more restrained by the giant double chin that had swallowed his neck up almost entirely.
Tuesdays were always a boring day. Adam wouldn’t be home until late and Ben was stuck in meetings all afternoon; not even available to send him flirty messages about how hard he was going to pound his ass when he got home. He slipped on his comfiest sweat pants, not even noticing that his t-shirt didn’t quite cover the whole of his stomach until a slight chilly breeze tickled the underside of his belly about halfway to the burger place.
“I know who you are!” announced a large, stout man sitting alone on a table not so far away. “Yeah, I’ve heard all about you!”
Alex looked behind him. Was this guy, who was now moving his tray of food towards his table, really speaking to him?
“You’re Ben and Adam’s little plaything, aren’t you?” he nodded knowingly. “Well…” he chuckled to himself, “maybe not so little!”
Alex instinctively frowned. Then again, despite how large and fat this guy in front of him was, he himself was undoubtedly considerably larger.
“Geez! They really did a number on you, huh?” the guy laughed, studying the giant fat ring that encircled Alex’s face. “They tried doing the same to me,” he continued, pausing for a second as he snaffled down some french fries. “Well, they did do the same to me,” he reconsidered. “But never this far!”
“I’m sorry. Who are you exactly?” Alex asked irritably.
The guy wiped his mouth with a paper napkin, then held out his hand for Alex to shake. “I’m Pete,” he grinned. “Adam and Ben’s ex.” He looked up for a second wondering whether that was the right way to phrase it. “Well, sort of… you know. Adam and Ben are their own special thing. They used to refer to me as their pet. As I’m sure they do with you.”
“They’ve never openly called me that,” Alex shrugged. He’d been so curious about the mysterious previous lover, Pete. Yet, now that the guy was here, sitting right in front of him, all Alex wanted was for him to go away and leave him alone. He bit into his burger, feeling rumbling in his stomach after listening to Pete ramble on.
“Those sly fuckers!” Pete chuckled. “They say you were pretty slim when they first got their hands on you? I was never slim myself,” he continued, munching and talking at the same time. “I always had a bit of a belly on me, even when I was in high school. My first boyfriend used to tease me for it. But then I started hanging out with Adam and Ben when I was about twenty three….” he laughed, remembering fondly. “It was such a wild fucking time! I’d never eaten so much in my entire life. I just remember my pants getting tighter and tighter and tighter. I was easily packing on at least two pounds a week, every single week.”
Pete paused in order to take down his food as if he expected Alex to speak next and progress their conversation. Was he really the subject of so much gossip? He imagined all the speculation down at the old gay bar he used to go to, cringing slightly. “Well, I guess I’ve put on a bit of weight,” he conceded. “It wasn’t really intentional though.”
Pete blasted a laugh. Then, recognising that Alex wasn’t joking, he flushed a little and appeared to try and tread more carefully. “You’re serious?” he asked, as if still expecting Alex to say otherwise. “Maybe it wasn’t intentional from your point of view,” he explained kindly. “But this is exactly what Adam and Ben would have been planning from the start. They’ll have been getting off on all this for the whole time you’ve been with them,” he stated knowingly, indiscriminately pointing at the shape of Alex’s body, as if he was all just one large flabby mess.
“I just like my food,” Alex tried. “They’ve actually been really good about it…” he began explaining. “You see…”
“Trust me,” Pete stopped him, putting a friendly hand on Alex’s shoulder. “There’s not a single thought about food in your head that those kinky little fuckers didn’t put there themselves. You really think you can go from being a little chubby to this?” he emphasised, gesturing with his hands to Alex’s immense size.”They’ve been training and cajoling you into eating, until it’s pretty much the only thing you can think about.”
Alex scoffed and shook his head.
“It’s fun. Believe me, I know. I lived your life,” Pete pressed on. “But I’m more into chasers than feeders, like those two. I wanted to play around a bit more, which was why we parted ways. I would have been absolutely huge otherwise,” he nodded, staring wide eyed at the size of Alex, like he was some sort of freak show.”And that’s something I know for a fact! I overheard them talking about it one night, how heavy they wanted to grow me. They were getting each other off as they discussed it.”
“And what did they say?” Alex asked, unable to hide that he was now starting to believe every word.
Pete paused, seeming to consider whether he had said too much. “It’s probably best that you don’t know,” he mumbled awkwardly.
“No, tell me!” Alex insisted.
Again, Pete squirmed. “Well, Adam won’t let you get to the point that you can’t leave the flat. But Ben’s going to make sure you getting pretty fucking close!”
Was Pete right? Alex found himself drifting into his thoughts. He had always liked being a little chubby and well cared for. But Adam and Ben had undoubtedly taken that baton and run with it. The food, the enablement and praise; it had all been there from the very beginning. Was he really just some pet piggy for them?
That afternoon, Alex had fallen asleep in front of the TV. He awoke to a kiss from Adam, freshly back from the gym and looking as pumped as he had ever seen him. “Sorry I’m running a little late, honey,” Adam smiled. “I ordered you some dinner from the Chinese place,” he continued, rubbing an affectionate hand down Alex’s flabby arm.
It took a couple of minutes for Alex’s foggy mind to recall the conversation he had had with Pete that afternoon. He waddled slightly into the bathroom where Adam was clearing himself off, cheerily humming as he soaped up that delicious body of his: the muscles and six pack, his perfect, strong frame.
Adam caught sight of Alex watching him. He grinned wickedly, soaping up his dick which had immediately stiffened at the sight of him. “I hope you’re ready!” he called cheekily. “It’s my turn to fuck you tonight!”
Ben arrived home not long after that. He’d clinched a massive deal at work and had brought home a giant bottle of champagne, along with a full tray of glistening doughnuts for Alex. He yanked off his tie and breathed a sigh of relief to be home, accepting a large, congratulatory kiss from a half naked Adam. The buzzer sounded and Ben disappeared downstairs to collect the Chinese takeout Adam had ordered for Alex; returning and emphasising loudly how good it all smelt, as if to get Alex riled up and ready to eat.
Alex sat down for his meal. There really was so much food here. True, his knowledge of nutrition wasn’t great, but Adam and Ben’s was. They would have known that this was a selection of the most calorific options on the menu: fatty meats, thick sauces and carb-loaded like nothing the pair of them would ever touch themselves. He began eating as Ben popped the champagne and poured them all a glass. Success never failed to make the boys horny. They kissed and fondled each other, causing quite the distraction as Alex almost lost track of how much he was eating.
“It’s yout turn to fuck Alex tonight,” Ben reminded his lover between kisses.
Adam looked up. “Oh, he knows!” he grinned wickedly. “As soon as he finishes those doughnuts, my dick is going straight inside!” he laughed, returning to kiss his lover.
Was now the right time to tell them both that he’d seen Pete? To say that they had chatted and that Alex now had a much clearer understanding of why these beautiful guys were actually keeping him around? Where would he even start?
“You’d better eat a little faster,” Ben teased him, grabbing hold of Adam’s dick. “He’s hard as a rock for you!”
Fuck! Alex was horny for that dick. Did the boys think he’d eat more whilst under pressure like this? Was speed one of their tactics to make him eat so much? Was this why his stretched out stomach could ache for hours after his evening meal? Regardless of the reasoning behind it, he began eating at an insane pace, forcing it down as quickly as possible so that he could switch from doughnuts to dick.
“You’re so clever,” Adam whispered to Ben, kissing him passionately once more.
Stuffing, stuffing, pushing it all down, Alex knew he was playing exactly into the boys’ hands. But what did it matter? He loved this life. He loved his chubby body and how admired it was by these stunning men. Perhaps he had always known their true nature. Maybe that was why he had never wanted to leave their sides. After all, Pete had been right, he was their obedient little pet. A pet piggy, growing for their pleasure every single day. He didn’t need to hear them say it. His ass would swell, his belly would sag, he’d take on more and more food. He’d become what they wanted, for it had also become what he wanted too.
He winced slightly as Adam entered him back in the bedroom and sucked greedily on Ben’s perfect hardness. He didn’t care what anyone else had to say about it.
