An average American man with blonde hair and a small belly boarded a long flight overseas. He wasn’t remarkable — just a regular guy with a regular body. He took his seat, pulled out a book, and tried to settle in for the hours ahead.

A shadow fell over him. Turning, he saw a massive Eastern European man with a thick accent. The man was enormous — his muscles packed onto a wide, bulky frame, and his powerful round belly pushed out proudly in front of him. He was so big, in fact, that he spilled into two seats. With a sheepish grin, the giant lowered himself down beside the American.

“Seats too small for men like me,” the huge man rumbled, apologizing with genuine warmth. “I take much space.”

Despite his size, his energy was friendly. He offered the American a drink from a flask. The American tried to refuse — he didn’t drink — but the giant insisted, saying, “I do not like to drink alone.” Reluctantly, the American accepted. The liquor burned his throat, strong and foreign, but soon enough the warmth spread through him.

They talked for hours. At first, the American struggled with the accent, but as the flight went on, he found himself understanding the big man better and better. They laughed, shared stories, and by the time the plane landed, it felt like they were old friends.

The plane touched down in the giant’s home country — a small Eastern European nation the American had never even heard of. But before he could board his connecting flight, a thunderous storm rolled in. All flights were grounded for at least twenty-four hours.

The American scanned the small airport. No hotels. No taxis waiting. Just rain and thunder outside. Then the huge man placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You come with me,” he said simply. “My home close. I take care of you.”

The American hesitated, but with no other options, he accepted.

The giant’s apartment was small — a studio with one bed, a bit of workout equipment, a modest kitchen, and not much else. The heat pressed down heavy, and with no air conditioning, the air felt thick.

Seeing his guest uncomfortable, the big man grinned and suggested, “Pool. We swim. You feel better.”

The American admitted he hadn’t brought a swimsuit. Without hesitation, the giant handed him a pair of old speedo briefs. “From when I was smaller,” he explained. They looked comically large, but the big man only chuckled. “We are men. Nothing to worry.”

The American reluctantly changed in the bathroom, the speedo hanging loose on his body. When he stepped outside, he found the huge man already waiting — his own enormous body stuffed into a snug speedo, his hairy chest thick, his beard rugged, his belly spilling proudly over the waistband.

The pool water was blissfully cool. The American swam slowly, letting the heat drain away. That was when he felt it. A strange warmth spreading through his body. He didn’t notice at first, but little by little, his limbs thickened. His chest swelled. His shoulders broadened. The loose speedo began to cling tighter and tighter as his frame expanded. His belly rounded outward, powerful and heavy, pressing against the fabric.

Another drink appeared in his hand, offered by the giant. Without thinking, he drank. The transformation deepened.

Soon, the big man left the pool and returned with food — heaps of sausages, bread, meats, and cheese. The American, suddenly ravenous, devoured it all. His belly pushed outward, heavy and bloated, rounding more with every bite. The speedo stretched tighter across his swelling frame.

Drunk and full, he staggered to the bed. The huge man gave up the couch, but before long, the American drifted off into a deep, heavy sleep.

When he awoke, he felt warm and safe. Opening his eyes, he realized the huge man had crawled into bed beside him, one massive arm draped around him. Their bellies pressed together, thick and solid, filling the space between them. Instead of fear, the American felt peace. Relief. Belonging.

The giant greeted him softly in his native tongue. To his shock, the American understood — and replied in the same language.

Rising, he stumbled into the bathroom. The reflection that greeted him stole his breath. He was no longer the small, average man he’d been. Now, he was massive — thick muscle bulging across his frame, a heavy round belly jutting proudly forward. His body was hairy, his face framed by a rugged beard. The speedo, once loose, now hugged him tightly.

When he returned to the bedroom, the giant was waiting, smiling proudly. He opened his arms wide.

“Welcome,” he said, “to your new home. To your new self. To our country.”

And the American, with a smile of his own, stepped forward.

Epilogue:

The American now live with the European man and they go to the gym together

Alternative Screen : Weight gain