#muffintops

“But we should consider letting him go. It’s a shame because he’s really thickened out. That ass is seriously juicy now! I was watching him bend over to take trays out of the oven and his pants can’t even contain that furry ass crack from showing.”

“He does love sampling my concoctions, I can’t complain there. I bet he’s put on a solid twenty pounds of chub in two months…”

The couple decided to keep a closer eye on Adrian, his work performance and his gains, before pulling the plug. After finishing up their meeting, Hayden rolled his chair over to his husband to plant a smooch on his chubby cheek, their bellies grazing each other. They were nervous to go into business together, but it had only made their relationship stronger. Besides, Diego didn’t spend every day at the bakery, leaving day-to-day operations up to Hayden. Now that he had a bank account to match his waistline, he was going to the gym again and sprucing up an old Jaguar in his free time.

“I’m gonna get in my baking gear and head down to the kitchen,” Hayden said.

The baker hoisted himself from his chair causing his pale belly to swing out of his too-tight T-shirt. Hayden hadn’t put on too much weight since their wedding, maintaining the fleshy form of a baker that knew his craft. Small moobs rested atop his swollen, hanging, midsection that barely fit in any clothes. He’d taken to wearing obscenely small shirts under his baker’s jacket because Diego liked the surprise when he ripped it off. On workdays Hayden exclusively wore sweatpants, and the rest of the time he usually had to wear suspenders with his jeans. A jolly double chin spilled out around the collar of his baker’s jacket, occasionally causing a slight rash on particularly sweaty days. The last ten or so pounds seemed to collect mostly on his thighs, which were chafing like crazy. He was definitely feeling the discomfort of being obese, but ameliorated the pains by training his employees to take over his most labor-intensive duties.

Diego remained in the office for a couple hours doing paperwork. Muffin Tops was a-flurry with customers as usual. Feeling accomplished for the day, Diego grabbed his gym bag and locked the bathroom door to change. He stripped off his skin tight jeans and slid booty shorts over his bulbous butt. He was happy that his ass grew just as fast, if not faster, than the rest of him. It had developed an overhang of its own and required special tailoring for all his jeans. The only downside was that it was constantly sweating. All that meat packed into the seat of some tight denim caused a serious case of swamp ass. He didn’t mind, however, and relished the way it bounced in tandem with his belly when he walked.

Next, he pulled on his muscle tee. This was his sluttiest and favorite type of clothing. About thirty pounds ago he had cut the sleeves off a bunch of black tees. Since then they became faded and tattered from overuse and as of late a sliver of belly peaked out everytime he lifted his arms during a workout. His perfectly rounded and wobbling belly, crisscrossed with bright red stretch marks, garnered lots of stares at the gym. His pecs also were somewhat exposed in his shirt. The muscle undergirding his chest and arms was coated in a layer of pudge that connected both parts of his body with more stretch marks. When Diego was swole, it looked like he was about to burst.

Dressed in his skimpy ensemble, he lumbered down the stairs and towards the front of the store. As he approached the front counter a familiar, yet hard to place voice uttered his name.

“Diego?”

Confused, Diego stared at a large man in front of him, trying to place where he’d seen his face before.

“Diego, it’s me… Bradley. Your former boss.”

“Oh my god, Bradley. You…” How the tables had turned. It seemed like just yesterday that Bradley didn’t recognize Diego’s fattened physique. Now Bradley was giving him a run for his money.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one who got thick,” Bradley, beat red, awkwardly muttered and shrugged.  

“I… well, I mean, yeah married life and running a bakery has done a number on my waistline,” Diego proudly gripped his gut with both hands and gave it a firm jiggle. He no longer had qualms about showing off, even to someone like Bradley. He was proud of his body.

“No shit, you run this place? That’s amazing dude, I live for your coffee cake. Come here a few times a week before work. I uh, got promoted to an office position at city hall... Hence this gut hangin’ off of me.”

Diego looked down at the former lifeguard’s torso. Bradley’s beach body had completely gone to pot in a little over two years. Diego couldn’t believe his eyes. Bradley still retained some muscle, but for the most part his chiseled physique and sunkissed skin had become swollen, fleshy, and pale. He also wasn’t used to seeing Bradley in a button-up, especially one so snug. His love handles warped the the geometry of the plaid print, accentuating the distendedness of his belly. Diego also noted how his chest had begun to sag and even his cheeks were puffier. For a few seconds they were both just staring at each other, taking in their swollen fatty forms bursting at the seams of skimpy clothing.

“Hey Adrian, give my friend here the employee discount from now on,” Diego shouted and turned to face Bradley. “From one former lifeguard to another: you look better with some chunk, Bradley,” he said and patted the man’s gut. “I gotta head out but I’ll see you around. Enjoy yourself,” he said with a wink.

As Diego strutted out the door he could feel Bradley’s eyes on his bouncing behind. The encounter was extremely gratifying to Diego who worked out even harder at the gym because of it. By the end of his workout his limbs felt like jello and he knew he was gonna be sore the next day. Even still, he was electrified with verve. He felt ecstatic, hungry, and horny.

Diego spent the rest of the afternoon at his favorite burger joint and then the beach. He scarfed down a double cheeseburger, fries, and a slice of pepperoni pizza. Before leaving he filled up his large cup of coke one more time and waddled out to his car. On his way to the beach, he stopped at a corner store for a bag of pork rinds. The next two hours he spent shirtless in the sand, like an Adonis grown fat with wealth. Lathered in sunscreen, his naked torso glistened and gurgled in the sun. He had learned to be careful of getting an uneven tan with his new belly. Too often, only the top would tan leaving a pale crescent of underbelly. This meant fully reclining on his back to ensure the pillow of fat on his abdomen got full exposure. As he lay reclined, fantasies of the newly fattened Bradley drifted through his mind.  

Following his beach romp, Diego was even hornier than before and headed straight to Muffin Tops where Hayden was closing up. His dick nearly hard before he even got there, Diego swung open the doors and confidently marched over to his husband. His whole body jiggled and swayed and Hayden was in awe.

“Wow, who is this tanned hunk of meat approaching me?” Hayden said starry eyed.

The couple had begun receiving concerned comments from friends and family about their ballooning weight, especially Diego. At first the couple blamed it on the standard relationship gains and later wedding stress, but as they continued to grow they found it hard to continue manufacturing excuses. Eventually, they just embraced it. Sure they were chunky, so what? Moving forward, they decided to let it be known they were happy, fat, and in love. Still, Diego was nervous when his mom stopped by to help with the planning. He hadn’t seen her in a few months and judging by the new roll that had formed under his chest, he knew he had gained some weight.

“Diego, honey, I’m just a bit concerned is all. I mean you used to live such a healthy lifestyle, and now…” His mom looked at his midsection and spread her hands in a way that clearly denoted “you’ve expanded.”

Diego rolled his eyes, he was used to his mother’s comments at this point, but now he was getting married to the love of his life. “Mom, I know my body has changed a lot. I’m… a… chubby guy.  But I’m older now, and I’m getting married to a man I love, and he loves me beer gut and all. Plus look at dad, it’s not like my metabolism was going to last forever.”

Diego’s mom smiled, she loved her son and knowing he was happy was good enough for her.

“If you’re happy, I’m happy. And your father and I like Hayden a lot, we’re glad he’s joining the family.” She gave Diego a kiss on the cheek before going back to finishing the wedding tasks.

Two months later and it was finally the big day. It was mid June, the weather was perfect, the sky was clear and Diego and Hayden were ready for this milestone. The wedding venue was a beautiful and luxurious country club. Working with a wedding planner made their lives much easier this past year and it was well worth it. The venue was decorated in a gold and white scheme, and the guests were in awe of the palatial set up. Both Diego and Hayden’s families greeted each other, excited for their big boys’ big day.

The couple was in their shared dressing room, putting their suits on. Hayden had successfully gotten his on, despite it being a bit snug. Diego managed to get the pants on without much problems, but the shirt, although being able to button, left gaping holes between the buttons.

“I thought you said you got us the larger sizes?” Diego said, tugging at this shirt.

“I did.” Hayden said as he turned around, seeing the problem. He smirked, remembering Diego’s graduation.

He walked over, giving Diego’s sizable paunch a squeeze and jiggle that sent ripples all the way up to his double chin.  

Diego tried to hold back a smile, “Stop, this is serious!”

“I had a feeling this might happen, there’s another size up in the closet.”

Diego gave Hayden a kiss.

“You are the best!” he said while grabbing the shirt from the closet, changing again.

“Guess all those taste tests had some results.” Hayden said with a wink.

Hayden admired Diego’s shirtless torso as he changed. He knew he had a crush on the hot life-guard when he came in the bakery all that time ago, but he never would have expected how amazing his life would be now. His career was booming, and he was about to marry the love of his life. He loved Diego even more with every pound he had put on. The two really were a match made in heaven.

With Diego properly dressed, the shirt was still a bit tight but a big improvement from the last.

“You ready?” Hayden said with a grin.

“More than ever.” Diego said smiling.

The two walked arrived outside. Music began to play and the portly couple began walking down the aisle. Many of the guests hadn’t seen Diego in quite some time and were shocked at his weight gain. When he walked down the aisle there was definitely rumbling amongst the guests about his weight, and he even caught an old classmate say “is that him?” Still, one thing was clear: the couple was happy. Fat and happy. The officiant gave their speech, Hayden and Diego said their vows, exchanged rings and shared their first kiss as a married couple. They had practiced this moment a few times so everything would go smoothly. Each man pivoted to the right so that their drooping bellies would not smash together and prevent their lips from touching. Hidden from the audience, Hayden slipped his hand under his husband’s coat and gave his love handle a hearty squeeze. The ceremony was done, and the newly married couple and their guests moved to the reception.

“We’re officially married,” Hayden said beaming.

Diego smiled, looking at his husband, giving him another passionate kiss.

“I couldn’t be happier.”

The reception commenced and after a few drinks and dances the large and stunningly decorated wedding cake was wheeled out. It was the biggest cake any of the guests had ever seen. Diego’s eyes lit up, seeing it for the first time.

“Hayden, my god, it’s amazing!”

Hayden smirked, holding Diego’s hand.

“It tastes even better.”

The two grabbed the knife in tandem. It slid through the cake smoothly due to all the delicious buttercream. Diego and Hayden both grabbed a slice, as tradition, shoving it in each other’s rounded faces. Diego couldn’t help but let out a pleasurable moan once it reached his taste buds. Hayden had really outdone himself, it was the most delicious thing he had ever had.

“This is so damn tasty!” Diego said, licking his lips, not wasting a single bit.

“Wouldn’t have been able to do it without my amazing taste-tester.”

The two shared another kiss and their guests cheered and applauded the couple.

Diego and Hayden headed to the dance floor for their first dance. Their song, “Can You Feel The Love” by Elton John began playing as the two held each other, their fattened bodies pushed against one another as they began to dance. Both squeezed onto the other’s fat rolls as they swayed to the tune.

The celebration really began as the music picked up. There were several large tables filled with signature treats from Hayden’s bakery, as well as some gourmet originals. The drunker he became, the more Diego found himself grazing the baked goods, grabbing more cake, cookies, cupcakes, and various other pastries. It was his wedding and he decided he would be as gluttonous as he desired.

“Still hungry?” Hayden asked, grabbing Diego’s bulging bubble butt from behind.

Diego gulped down the pastry he had popped into his mouth before responding: “I can’t help it, you’re just so talented.”

“Good thing you’ll have a lifetime supply.”

Hayden grabbed a doughnut hole and popped it in his lover’s mouth. Almost soon as Diego swallowed, the button nearest his belly button popped right off and lodged itself three feet away in the half-devoured wedding cake. A sliver of his soft skin, caressed with stretch marks, was exposed.

“Good thing you won’t have to worry about wearing a shirt for most our honeymoon.” Hayden said with a smirk.

The rest of the evening was a joyous blur, with everyone indulging, dancing, and celebrating. Hayden and Diego arrived at the honeymoon suite swollen with love, food, and booze. Tomorrow they would head on their two month long honeymoon, a month in Hawaii followed by a month in Paris.

The two immediately began making out in the entryway of their suite. Diego pressed his body against his husband’s, causing another of his buttons to pop off as they began making out passionately. Hayden couldn’t resist and ripped the rest of the shirt open. Bloated and drunk, they struggled to remove the rest of their constricting clothes before hobbling to the bed. Completely nude, they reclined and caressed each others fat rolls, love handles, and flabby bellies.

“I have to be honest,” Hayden said between short breaths, “I’m so happy you got thick.”

Diego grinned, causing two dimples to form in his puffed up cheeks.

“It’s all you babe, I’m happy you’re baking got me here.” Diego replied, “and I can’t resist your fat ass either.”

He turned to look at himself in profile. He still had nice pecs, and his stomach was for the most part flat. His ass, however—which Diego always considered one of his best features—certainly hadn’t suffered from the growth. His khakis, always form-fitting, did a great job of showcasing his assets. He honestly didn’t mind his newly-broadened frame. Feeling content, he grabbed a jacket from his closet and headed out to meet Hayden.

When they met outside the bar, Hayden looked sharp in a blue linen shirt and a pair of designer sunglasses. The place where they ended up had been Hayden’s suggestion. It had a laid-back lounge vibe, and the advantage of being located right on the water. They got a seat by the window, with a view of the sun setting on the beach.

Hayden ordered a glass of red wine, and Diego got a craft beer. “I know I said drinks, but did you wanna order food?” Hayden asked, with a sheepish smile. “My treat.”

“I’d be down to eat, but I can get mine,” Diego said.

Hayden leaned in, “This place is kind of overpriced. Please, let me buy you dinner.”

Just hearing an older man use that phrase made Diego’s heart flutter. “Are you sure?”

“I insist,” Hayden said. And with a wink, he added, “No expectations.”

Diego smiled. He glanced at the menu. “What’s good here?”

“Trust me, you want to get a burger,” Hayden said. “They’re way too good.”

When their waitress came by, Diego followed Hayden’s suggestion and ordered a burger. With their food order taken, the two guys fell into easy conversation, starting with the events of the day and going from there. The bakery had been busy; so had the beach. As they enjoyed their drinks and loosened up, they chatted freely.

“Lifeguarding was just the obvious next step for me,” Diego explained. “I swam a lot in high school. I actually won a silver medal at a competition.”

Hayden smiled. “Impressive,” he said. “I haven’t gone swimming in years. I love it, but I’m totally graceless in the water.”

Diego arched his brows. “Dude, you work steps away from one of the greatest beaches in the area, and you haven’t gone swimming in years?”

Hayden swallowed a sip of wine. “Well they say to wait 45 minutes after eating before getting in the water, and... by that time I’m usually eating again.”

Diego was getting buzzed and snorted with laughter. He had not been expecting that joke on a first date. “You can’t make me laugh when I’m drinking beer, man, that’s not fair."

“Alright, no spit-takes,” Hayden said. At that moment, the waitress arrived with two massive burgers, setting them down in front of their respective challengers.

Diego peered at his mountain of fries in shock. This was not his usual first date meal… what had gotten into him? “I don’t know how I’m gonna finish this,” Diego said. But honestly, it looked so good that Diego was afraid he actually might finish it.

Hayden picked up his burger with both hands and looked at it hungrily. He turned to Diego, “Trust me, these are next level.”

From his first bite, Diego knew what he meant. As he devoured his dinner, he and Hayden kept up the conversation, with frequent pauses to eat. Hayden was so laid-back and friendly, Diego felt no embarrassment at stuffing his face in front of him. If anything, he almost felt proud to show off his eating abilities to the baker responsible for so much delicious food.

After their empty plates were taken away, Hayden said yes to a dessert menu before Diego had the chance to object. “It’s my competitive streak,” Hayden explained. “I always try to pick up some trade secrets when I go out to eat.”

The substantial slice of chocolate cake that arrived in front of them looked like a pretty good trade secret to Diego. He didn’t think that he could eat another bite, and yet seeing Hayden taste the dessert motivated him to pick up a fork and dig in. As soon as the chocolate touched his lips, he didn’t regret it.

“Not as good as yours,” Diego said, when the last of the frosting had been scraped off the plate.

Hayden grinned, “You charmer.” Diego tried to think of something witty to say about the way to a man’s heart, but his head was sluggish from so much food and the pint of beer.

After such a large meal, Diego thought that he’d be stuffed all night. But after dessert, they sat and sipped coffee, chatting and laughing as the number of other diners dwindled. An hour later, when their food had had a chance to digest, Diego had no desire to say goodnight. He protested again, but Hayden paid the bill. After that, they stepped out into the warm summer moonlight.

“My building is like, two minutes from here,” Hayden said. He glanced at the ground, and then fixed his blue-eyed gaze on Diego, “If you wanted to keep hanging out...”

“Yeah,” Diego smiled, “Definitely.”

Diego surmised that Hayden had at least some money, considering he was a 30-year-old business owner, but he hadn’t expected Hayden to live in a sprawling, top-floor apartment. Stainless steel appliances and granite countertops filled his spacious kitchen, while sleek living room furniture was set apart from the dining area. Contemporary art hung on the walls, avant garde paintings and dramatic photographs of attractive men and urban cityscapes. “Holy shit, man, your apartment is gorgeous,” he said.

Hayden shrugged. “I’m really, really lucky,” he said. As he trailed a hand down Diego’s arm, he added, “In more ways than one.”

Diego responded with a lopsided smile. He glanced at Hayden’s mouth, and admired the dark stubble that coated his jawline. His eyes flicked down to Hayden’s torso, where his full belly bulged against the buttons of his shirt, before flicking back to Hayden’s eyes, electric blue and practically begging Diego to throw moderation to the wind.

Diego didn’t know who moved in first, but their lips seemed to meet exactly in the middle. Hayden leaned into the kiss with passion, and Diego gave in, feeling the release of an energy that had been building a long time.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this since you first walked into my store,” Hayden said. They kissed again. Hayden’s right hand gripped Diego’s right pec through the cotton of his shirt, while his left hand trailed down Diego’s side.

Diego’s hands went to the buckle of Hayden’s worn leather belt. “Is this okay?” he breathed, as he worked on it.

Hayden nodded, pressing his lips against Diego’s. Bodies pressed together, they stepped to the couch, where Diego slumped back, pulling Hayden down with him. Hayden positioned himself over Diego, and the two set to work on unbuttoning their shirts. Diego hadn’t realized how constricting the buttons had become until his stomach was free from them. He sighed with pleasure as his hands clasped the sides of Hayden’s noticeable gut, slipping around it to meet at the small of his back.

Hayden planted his lips on Diego’s, and then kissed his way down the dark-skinned lifeguard’s neck, his softened pectorals, the curve of his bloated stomach. As he moved downward, Diego ran his hands across Hayden’s soft body.

Diego’s last boyfriend had been skinny and submissive, but Hayden took charge almost instinctively. As Diego traced the curve of his gut, Hayden growled in his ear, “You like that?”

Diego nodded. His cock felt like it was going to burst out of his pants. He slipped them down, letting his impressive, uncut manhood spring free. Hayden slid off his own pants, kicking them off onto the floor. Hayden’s dick was well-proportioned, and Diego noticed the way it just barely nudged the front of his stomach as the baker leaned forward.

The sex was better than Diego had imagined. They took their time; Diego felt the force of Hayden’s erection, and inhaled with pleasure as Hayden rubbed it against his own. Hayden’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and in all the right places: cupping Diego’s round ass, trailing an index finger around his nipples, running along his thigh. They made out, sometimes jacking off, sometimes rubbing against each other. Diego felt the urge to suck Hayden’s dick. He dropped to his knees in front of the couch, while Hayden spread his legs obligingly. He had an air of confidence, a maturity that Diego appreciated. After months of stuffing Hayden’s baked goods into his mouth, Diego welcomed his sausage with enthusiasm. He ran his tongue along its length, his hand grasping the base of the shaft. Hayden pushed his fingers through Diego’s curls, inhaling sharply as the younger man licked at the head.

While he pleasured Hayden, Diego’s left hand worked on his own dick. He glanced at Hayden’s stomach, noticing how his fat quivered with his rapid breathing. Diego had never been into that sort of thing before, but now… his heart was racing.

“I’m about to come,” Hayden murmured.

Nervous about posing in pictures, Diego tried to control his eating and hit the gym a few weeks before his graduation ceremony. It didn’t help that Hayden was constantly sending him delicious fattening treats. He would occasionally indulge out of stress, but for the most part felt he was staying on top of things. Three days before the ceremony he stepped on the scale to learn he was sadly mistaken. Inexplicably, Diego had gained weight. He was frustrated, but not entirely upset. In fact, he almost felt relieved. “Fuck it,” he told himself and binged on pizza and burgers until the big day.

Diego awoke the day of his graduation ceremony feeling bloated and hungover. The night prior he went out drinking with some classmates, consuming several vodka drinks before coming home and treating himself to a six pack of beer and some McDonald’s. He rolled out of bed with ketchup dried to his chest and french fries mashed into the sheets. After a quick shower, there was knock at his door. Diego wrapped a towel around his waist and looked through the peephole. It was his beloved Hayden, arriving three hours early.

“I just couldn’t wait to see you,” Hayden grinned as he walked through the door, “and boy is there a lot to see!”

“I’ve gotten so fat,” Diego laughed. “It’s just…” he trailed off and gripped his pot belly, “honestly, it’s your goddamn pastries is what it is!”

“Well, I wouldn’t keep sending them if I didn’t like you this way.”

A radiant smile flashed across Diego’s face. He let the towel drop to the ground and stepped towards his boyfriend.

“I guess you can’t be the only thick one in the relationship,” he purred and pulled Hayden near so their bellies were touching. They sauntered to the bed while making out, kicking aside empty fast food wrappers. “You feel a bit juicier too,” Diego said while gripping a soft handful of Hayden’s belly. “I think we need to get reacquainted with one another’s new curves.”

After several hours of fucking the couple realized they were running behind for the ceremony. Diego looked at his phone to see several missed calls and text messages from his mother. His class had been seated and the ceremony had begun, meaning he probably had about an hour to get dressed and run across campus.

The couple hopped in the shower to wash the sweat and cum from their skin. Frantically, Diego pulled his formal clothes and graduation robe from his closet while Hayden got dressed. The baker looked business casual in a black tee, black skinny jeans, and a blazer, but his counterpart was struggling. Diego squeezed into his only white T-shirt without food stains that barely covered his belly button, and was now struggling to button the largest collared shirt in his closet. He could close all the buttons, but when he exhaled the strain left little gaps between each one. The dark brown of his skin contrasted against the crisp whiteness of the shirt.

“Fuck!”

“It’s fine! No one will see under the robe,” Hayden reassured whilst relishing his boyfriend’s struggle.

Next, Diego slid into his largest pair of grey slacks. He had tried these on three weeks ago, but things had changed drastically since then. The legs were suctioned to his thighs and he could barely get them above his rear. Hayden rushed over to help, using all his strength to pull them up with barely any luck.

“Take off your underwear,” Hayden suggested, “that’ll buy you some room.”

Hayden was right, and with some elbow grease the men got the pants pulled up and tight around Diego’s waist. The ex-jock sucked in with all his might while Hayden slipped the button closed and zipped the fly. With caution, Diego slowly exhaled. Luckily, all buttons and seams stayed in tact.

“This sucks,” Diego muttered gravely.

With that, the couple sped out of the apartment and began their journey across campus. The sun beat down and halfway there Diego realized he had forgotten deodorant. Profusely sweating, they arrived in the knick of time. Diego sidestepped down the aisle towards his colleagues, his meaty rump drenched in sweat mere inches from each persons’ face. He finally made it to his seat and sat down to the sound of his pant seams ripping. Diego flushed red and prayed no one heard a thing.

Following the pomp and circumstance and a million photos with friends and family it was time for hors d'oeuvres and drinks hosted in the lobby of the business department. For once, Diego was not looking forward to eating anything for his pants were squeezing him in two. Still, he played the good sport and downed some appetizers.

“Honey, take off this robe,” his mother prodded, “you’re sweating up a storm under there. Besides I want to see you all suited up.”

“I’m okay mom, really. Lot’s of people are keeping theirs on.”

“Nonsense! I have space in my purse. Go to the bathroom and slip out of it.”

“Mom, I just-”

“Come on,” Hayden interjected gruffly, grabbing Diego by the arm and leading him to the bathroom.

“Babe, I can’t. I fucking ripped pants, I’m not wearing underwear, and you already saw how this shirt fits.”

“Let’s see.”

Diego took off the robe and Hayden’s eyes dilated. Beneath each of Diego’s arms were massive sweat stains that joined smaller ones on his back and lower belly. Although the young man had yet to develop a true overhang, his pants were so tight that it formed one. Seeing through his sweat-drenched shirt it was obvious the too-small tee had ridden up far above his belly button. Lower down, the seams along his thighs had begun to open up and the entire seat of his pants had busted open, revealing his hairy sweaty ass suspended in all its chunky glory.

“Fuck…” Hayden muttered and pulled Diego into the stall.

He pushed the recent grad face forward against the tiled wall and ripped his pants open even further, causing his ass to jiggle wildly.

“Hayden!”

“Shhh.”

Hayden undid his own pants and slipped his boner against Diego’s chubby cheeks before lubing it up with spit. He slowly slid his pink cock into Diego’s furry brown hole, causing the former lifeguard to moan with pleasure. Diego scrambled to get his cock loose as Hayden had his way. The bathroom began to steam up as both men were pouring sweat.

“Fuck, I think- fuck,” Diego stammered, “I think I’m already close.”

Hayden quickened his pace causing Diego’s ass to clap against Hayden fleshy things. Moments later Diego was convulsing in orgasm as Hayden filled his ass with jizz. They stood clutching each other while trying to catch their breath for several minutes. The fatties were not used to such rigorous spurts of activity. When they finally parted they were both drenched in sweat, looking like they just ran a marathon.

“What the fuck now?” Diego laughed.

“I anticipated this,” Hayden grinned. “I brought an extra outfit for you, well one of my outfits that is… I thought it would fit better. The only thing we’ll have to explain is why we’re soaking wet from our head to our toes.”

“We probably won’t have to explain…”

“This is delicious,” Diego said, “did you make it?”

“All me, most of this is mine actually,” Hayden replied in a flirtatious tone.

“Well I came for a loaf of french bread, but why don’t you recommend me something, Hayden? Your proudest confection.”

“I would go with these peppermint peanut brittle. It’s my mom’s recipe.”

Diego took his advice as well as the loaf of bread and left the shop with a new goal in life: seduce the baker.

Diego worked the beach four days out of the week and he made an effort to stop by the bakery at least one of those days. After a month, the men were on a first name basis and knew a good deal about each other. Diego discovered Hayden was 30, six years his senior, and baking, especially sharing his creations with others, was a life-long passion. Hayden learnt that Diego was studying business and hoped to run his own company someday. Conversation was easy between the two and they both were developing a bit of a crush. The side effect of this was that Diego was developing a bit of a paunch from all the sweet treats Hayden kept giving him.

His six pack disappeared, and his thighs and posterior were filling out his swim trunks more than before, but Diego was still a total hunk. All the girls on the beach would leer and flirt, giggle when he made eye contact, but Diego always had something else on his mind. He fantasized on the beach of evenings spent with Hayden, the aroma of baked goods enveloping them on romantic nights in, Hayden’s soft pink skin and a slight paunch pressed against his own much darker skin. Diego felt himself getting hard as this thought permeated the pleasure centers of his brain. He nervously forced himself to think of something nasty, blood and guts, so as not to be fired and labeled a sex pervert. That was it, he decided, it was time to ask Hayden out.

Once his shift was over, he walked to the corner store and bought two mini bottles of tequila, downed them, and charged into the bakery.

“Welcome back!” Hayden grinned from ear to ear. “I have some bear claws I think will induce sugarcide, but you gotta try ‘em. On the house.”

“I’d love that, and some chocolate truffles too. And hell, let’s do a caramel apple too,” Diego nervously over ordered and let out a chuckle. “You’re ruining my diet you know.”

“I tend to do that,” Hayden grinned. “Hey while you’re here I’ve been meaning to ask if you wanna get a beer or something sometime? We always have great chats is all… would be nice to see ya from the other side of the counter.”

“Oh babe! I’ve missed you so much!” Diego said as he ran into Hayden’s arms.

Hayden planted a giant kiss on his lips and squeezed his boyfriend as tight as possible. They spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch, inhaling a delicious dark chocolate cheesecake Hayden prepared and watching shows before heading into the bedroom. One week without sex had left the boys ravenously horny and they fucked like jackrabbits, leaving both of them exhausted from all the physical activity.

The next morning, Diego woke early so he could surprise Hayden with a home cooked breakfast of cinnamon french toast, eggs, and blackberry milkshakes. Following breakfast, Diego showed Hayden the campus and all his hang out spots. Hayden was interested, but more interested in the fact that Diego’s shorts from last summer were straining to contain his rounded out booty. Hayden was happy that his lover was eating his treats and wondered if they had kicked his appetite into overdrive. After an extensive tour both men were sweating profusely and Hayden noticed a sweat stain forming at the base of Diego’s back as well as his asscrack. Hayden slipped a finger down Diego’s wet ass and gave it a firm jiggle, then suggested they stop at the famous pizza place Diego had been raving about.

“This is the best pizza ever, I’m not lying to you.” Diego said to Hayden as they walked in.

“Well, what do you suggest I get then?” Hayden asked coyly, enjoying Diego’s enthusiasm.

“I’d definitely get the deep dish chicago style pizza. It’s so filling, you get what you pay for.”

Diego was always found himself surprised at how much Hayden could eat. But then again he was the bigger than the former life guard, so it made sense. The boys had ordered a large pizza and Hayden confidently downed half. Diego wasn’t quite as ambitious, and offered the remaining two slices of his half to Hayden, who clearly was still hungry. Hayden refused and suggested Diego polish them off later that night before bed. The boys arrived home and found themselves already hungry again.

“I thought you said that place was filling!” Hayden joked.

They decided to split the last two slices and pick up a couple tubs of ice cream from the corner store. Because of the heat, they spent the evening completely naked eating ice cream on the couch. Hayden was surprised to see just how much Diego had really gained. Diego now had a healthy inch of fatpad bulging above his crotch, and his belly extended a couple inches further than that. The whole night Diego kept scratching his underbelly and Hayden wondered if stretch marks were setting in. The two ended up having slow, sloppy, sweaty sex on the couch. Even though they were barely moving, beads of sweat were dripping from their brows. They fell asleep in the living room, surrounded by ice cream tubs and candy wrappers.

“It sucks you have to leave!” Diego said the next day as he was hugging Hayden.

“I know, but don't worry I’ll come to visit again soon. Plus, you’ll have plenty of goodies to come in the mail this week.”

Multiple times each week of September, Diego would receive a few boxes of goodies from Hayden. As always, each one better tasting then the last. Hayden would come to visit every other weekend and the boys would feast on pizza and other college delicacies. Hayden was growing tired of the cheap food, but there was nothing else available in the little college town. He also noticed that these weekends were taking a toll on his waistline. He was older and had a slower metabolism than his boyfriend, and all that pizza was causing his jeans to strain.

Diego was a different story. Even though he would always finish Hayden’s goodies lickety split, he didn’t really gain much weight. A lot of his classes were on the other side of campus and he all the walking kept him from completely ballooning, though he had put on a few pounds in the right places, namely his ass. All the walking meant he had time to text and catch up with Hayden almost daily. He’d often facetime Hayden as he was baking his next big creations.

Half way through October, Diego was receiving less goodies in the mail. He was so busy with classes he barely noticed. Hayden had noticed they were chatting on the phone less, but tried to accept that his lover was simply busy with school. By November, Diego was becoming extremely stressed with finals and getting everything in order. He was getting close to graduating and he knew he had to have a perfect record and take any opportunity that landed in his lap. He wished he had more time to talk with Hayden, but it wasn’t always feasible. A few times he had to cancel plans with Hayden to come up and visit because he needed to study, and this left both of them distraught and finding comfort in food.

Diego was eating at the school cafeteria all the time now because it was the only place that was close to all of his classes. He would always find himself starving as he returned home late at night, so he’d stop at the pizza place where they knew his order by heart: a medium deep dish pizza, breadsticks, wings, and a large Coke to go.

Sadly, Diego had to spend Thanksgiving at the college. His car broke down and there was no way he was going to be able to spend time with family considering all the coursework he had to complete. He was able to facetime everyone and talk to Hayden on the phone for hours, which provided some relief. He was surprised to see that Hayden had grown a beard since he saw him last. Had it really been that long? The college put on a Thanksgiving buffet for students who spent that weekend on campus, and, needless to say, Diego took full advantage. He piled heaping amounts of food onto his plate and kept going back for more. He wasn’t the only one either, it appeared all the students were eating their feelings over the holidays. Diego brought an inordinate amount of leftovers home, even sneaking a full plate of dinner rolls into his backpack. As he studied relentlessly he kept a constant stream of food to his mouth.

Naturally, all this extra eating had a dramatic effect on his waistline. He put on about 15 pounds since the start of the semester. This was a dramatic change for him, especially after a gluttonous summer. Up until this point, Diego had only put on twenty pounds since freshman year, and it was all muscle. Suddenly, he noticed a pot belly sticking out in front of him, bumping into books on his desk, and digging into his belt buckle.

Despite his newfound belly, the weight gathered most predominantly on his lower half. His favorite jeans were a thing of the past, as he wore joggers nearly every day now. Other people were beginning to notice too. One evening after class, Diego’s friend made a comment that he’d never seen Diego with a beer belly and that it was “late in the game” to put on the freshman fifteen. He even gave Diego a little pat on the gut, telling him he should cut back on the pizza and beer. Diego realized the fact he was becoming huskier, but didn’t have time to worry about his weight with finals and GPA to worry about.