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College Experiments

FALL

In the bustling city of Brooksville, there lived a college student named Charlie. Charlie was a bright young mind attending Brooksville University, but like many students, he found himself constantly strapped for cash. Determined to find a solution to his financial woes, Charlie turned to his passion for science.

With a curious mind and a knack for experimentation, Charlie set up a small laboratory in his dorm room. Equipped with basic equipment salvaged from old science kits and thrift stores, he began brainstorming ways to turn his scientific skills into profit.

Charlie's first venture involved creating homemade skincare products using natural ingredients. Armed with knowledge from his chemistry classes and a few online tutorials, he concocted potions and creams that promised to rejuvenate and revitalize. To his surprise, his dorm mates were eager to buy his products, and soon, word of mouth spread across campus.

Encouraged by his initial success, Charlie delved deeper into his experiments. He explored the world of biochemistry, brewing batches of kombucha and crafting artisanal cheeses in his makeshift lab. His creations garnered attention not only from his fellow students but also from local health food stores and cafes eager to feature his unique products.

As Charlie's reputation grew, so did his ambition. Charlie had always been a slim, scrawny, nerd-type. The hours he spent with his head stuffed in books were hours that his peers were spending in the gym. Charlie was prepared to use science to change that narrative.

Excited by the prospect of his next big project, Charlie threw himself into research and experimentation with fervor. He spent countless hours poring over scientific journals, studying the intricacies of muscle growth and metabolism. Armed with his knowledge and determination, he set out to create the ultimate muscle-building concoction.

Charlie's first step was to gather a variety of ingredients known for their potential to promote muscle growth. He sourced proteins, amino acids, vitamins, and minerals from both natural and synthetic sources, carefully selecting each component for its purported benefits.

In his dorm laboratory, Charlie meticulously measured and mixed the ingredients, blending them together in precise proportions. He conducted numerous tests, adjusting the formula until he was satisfied with the results. Finally, after weeks of trial and error, Charlie emerged with a potent elixir he believed held the key to effortless muscle growth.

Eager to put his creation to the test, Charlie began a strict regimen of drinking his concoction daily. He monitored his progress closely, measuring his muscle mass and strength regularly. To his amazement, he started noticing results within just a few weeks. His once scrawny frame began to fill out, his muscles becoming more defined with each passing day.

Word of Charlie's muscle-building drink spread like wildfire across campus. Soon, students from all corners were flocking to him, eager to get their hands on his potion. Charlie found himself inundated with orders, his dorm room transformed into a bustling hub of activity as he worked tirelessly to fulfill demand.

But as the popularity of his drink grew, so too did the scrutiny. Concerns were raised about its safety and long-term effects...

As Charlie's muscle-building elixir gained popularity on campus, its effects became increasingly noticeable among the student body. What had once been a campus populated by a diverse array of body types now began to see a striking transformation. Everywhere you looked, the once-average college guys were now bulking up, their frames becoming more muscular and defined with each passing day.

Gone were the days of scrawny freshmen struggling to carry their textbooks; now, they strutted across campus with newfound confidence, their shirts straining against burgeoning muscles. The campus gym, once a quiet retreat for the fitness enthusiasts, became a hive of activity as students flocked to work out, eager to enhance the effects of Charlie's elixir.

With each passing week, the changes became more pronounced. The formerly skinny computer science majors now boasted chiseled arms and broad shoulders, their once-slender frames transformed into those of athletes. The shy bookworms who had once blended into the background now commanded attention with their newfound physical prowess.

Even those who had never set foot in a gym before found themselves drawn to the allure of Charlie's elixir. It seemed as though overnight, the entire campus had become obsessed with achieving the perfect physique, fueled by the promise of effortless muscle growth.

But as the effects of the elixir became more widespread, so too did its consequences. Some students began to experience side effects, ranging from mild irritability to more serious concerns. Concerns were raised about the addictive nature of the elixir, with rumors swirling about withdrawal symptoms for those who tried to stop drinking it.

Despite the warnings, the allure of Charlie's elixir remained irresistible for many. The campus became a battleground of egos as students competed to outmuscle one another, each vying for the coveted title of the campus alpha male.

Amidst the chaos, Charlie found himself grappling with the unintended consequences of his creation. What had started as a well-intentioned experiment had spiraled into something far beyond his control. As he watched the campus undergo its dramatic transformation, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he had unleashed something dangerous upon his fellow students.

WINTER

As the fall semester continued, and the winter rolled in, the effects of Charlie's muscle-building elixir continued to unfold, and another unexpected consequence emerged: extreme hunger. What had begun as a quest for effortless muscle growth now became a battle against insatiable cravings. Charlie, once driven by the desire for a sculpted physique, found himself consumed by a bottomless appetite.

No longer satisfied with the standard dining hall fare, Charlie began to seek out larger and more frequent meals, his hunger bordering on obsession. He found himself ordering takeout and delivery with increasing frequency, devouring meal after meal in a desperate attempt to satiate his gnawing hunger.

But Charlie was not alone in his struggle. Across campus, the effects of the elixir manifested in similar ways for many of the men who had eagerly embraced its promise of physical transformation. What had initially been a quest for muscle growth now led to an unintended consequence: weight gain.

As the weeks passed, the once-lean bodies of the campus men began to change. Where once there had been taut muscles and chiseled physiques, now there were burgeoning bellies and softer features. The weight of their excessive eating began to counteract the effects of the elixir, leading to a noticeable shift in their appearance.

Gone were the days of bulging biceps and six-pack abs; now, the campus was populated by men with rounded stomachs and fuller faces. The very thing they had sought to escape – a lack of confidence in their physical appearance – had returned in a different form, as they grappled with the consequences of their insatiable appetites.

As the effects of Charlie's elixir took hold, the transformation swept across the campus, affecting students from all walks of life. No longer bound by stereotypes or cliques, the once-distinct groups of college jocks, nerds, and freshmen found themselves united in a shared struggle against their insatiable appetites.

The college jocks, once revered for their athleticism and toned physiques, now found themselves grappling with a new reality. Their muscle-bound frames began to soften as the excess calories took their toll, causing them to slowly but steadily outgrow their clothes. What were once snug-fitting jerseys and workout gear now strained against expanding waistlines and burgeoning bellies, leaving the jocks feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious.

Similarly, the nerds who had once prided themselves on their intellectual prowess now found themselves facing a different kind of challenge. Their bodies, accustomed to hours spent hunched over textbooks and computer screens, began to betray them as the effects of the elixir led to weight gain and a loss of physical stamina. Their once-slender frames expanded as they indulged in endless snacks and meals, their clothes growing tighter with each passing day.

Even the freshmen, wide-eyed and eager to make their mark on campus, were not immune to the effects of Charlie's elixir. What had initially been a time of excitement and exploration now became overshadowed by the constant battle against hunger and overeating. Their youthful metabolisms struggled to keep pace with the demands of their voracious appetites, leading to rapid weight gain and a noticeable change in their appearance among the freshman body.

Across campus, the sight of students struggling to squeeze into clothes that no longer fit became a common occurrence. Wardrobes once filled with slim-fit jeans and tailored shirts now made way for stretchy waistbands and oversized sweaters, as students sought to conceal the changes wrought by their insatiable appetites.

EARLY SPRING

As Charlie stepped onto the scale, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He had known that he had gained weight, but the reality of the number staring back at him was staggering. His heart raced as he watched the dial spin, each tick marking another pound added to his already substantial frame.

When the scale finally settled, Charlie's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Over 150 pounds gained since he had first started taking his elixir. He now weighed over 300 pounds.

A wave of shock and disbelief washed over him as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his transformation. How had things spiraled so out of control? What had begun as a quest for physical perfection had led him down a path he never could have imagined.

Mixed with the shock was a twinge of regret. Regret for not heeding the warning signs sooner, for not recognizing the toll that his insatiable appetite had taken on his body. He had been so focused on the promise of muscle growth that he had failed to see the consequences unfolding before his eyes.

Fortunately for Charlie, he was not alone in the extreme change in appearance.

As Charlie settled into his seat for another lecture, he couldn't help but notice how different the classroom had become since the effects of the elixir had taken hold. Gone were the days of quiet focus and attentive students; now, the room buzzed with activity, punctuated by a cacophony of distractions brought on by the extreme weight gain of the student body.

Everywhere he looked, hungry boys could be seen munching on snacks and guzzling sodas, their gigantic appetites seemingly insatiable. The sound of crunching chips and slurping drinks filled the air, competing with the professor's voice for dominance.

But it wasn't just the noise that proved distracting; it was the physical manifestations of the students' weight gain that truly captured Charlie's attention. Every so often, the sound of splintering wood would echo through the classroom as another student's chair buckled under the strain of his newfound weight, sending him tumbling to the ground amidst a chorus of laughter and gasps.

Meanwhile, nearby, another student would let out a loud belch, the result of chugging soda after soda in a futile attempt to quench his never-ending thirst. And in the corner of the room, a nerd would be seen snacking on a dozen donuts, his shirt straining against his expanding waistline as one by one his shirt buttons popped open, sending a cascade of crumbs tumbling to the floor.

As the distractions mounted, Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. What had once been a place of learning and intellectual pursuit had now become a spectacle of excess and indulgence. It seemed as though the effects of the elixir had permeated every aspect of campus life, turning even the most mundane activities into a spectacle.

LATE SPRING

As the spring semester neared its end, the effects of Charlie's elixir continued to escalate, reaching unprecedented levels of extreme weight gain among the student body. With each passing day, more and more students found themselves facing the daunting reality that their bodies had grown too large to fit into the standard classroom seats.

The once bustling lecture halls now sat half-empty as students opted to skip class rather than face the humiliation of squeezing into seats that could no longer accommodate their expanding behinds. The remaining students struggled to find comfortable seating, their movements restricted by the encroaching bulk of their bodies.

Meanwhile, in the dormitories scattered across campus, a growing number of men found themselves increasingly sedentary, their once-active lifestyles replaced by a cycle of couch-bound lethargy. Planted firmly in front of their TVs and computer screens, they spent their days ordering endless amounts of food, indulging their insatiable appetites with little regard for the consequences.

With each passing week, their weights soared to unprecedented heights, students began surpassing the 350-pound mark and, for some, even reaching over 400 pounds. The once-vibrant campus became a shadow of its former self, as the students retreated further into their dorm rooms, isolated by the physical limitations imposed by their extreme weight gain.

And as final exams neared, Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for the situation that had unfolded. What had begun as a well-intentioned experiment had spiraled into something far beyond his control, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

As prospective students visited the college campus, they couldn't help but notice the striking transformation that had taken hold of the male student body. What had once been a vibrant and bustling campus now seemed subdued, overshadowed by the sight of students who had grown to ridiculously large proportions.

As they walked through the campus grounds, the prospective students couldn't help but stare in astonishment at the scene before them. Everywhere they looked, they saw young men struggling to walk, their movements sluggish and labored under the weight of their ballooning bodies. Each step was a Herculean effort, their once-athletic frames now burdened by excess pounds.

The most noticeable feature of these students was their large bellies, protruding prominently from beneath their outgrown clothes. Shirts strained against expanding waistlines, buttons threatening to pop at any moment as they struggled to contain the sheer mass of their bodies. It was clear that these young men had outgrown more than just their clothes; they had outgrown the very limits of their own bodies.

But perhaps the most telling sign of their transformation was the food that they carried with them everywhere they went. Both hands full of snacks and treats, they shuffled along the pathways of the campus, their eyes fixed on their next indulgence. It was a stark contrast to the image of college life that the prospective students had envisioned, a far cry from the youthful exuberance and vitality they had expected to find.

As they observed the scene before them, the prospective students couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What had happened to these young men? How had they allowed themselves to become so consumed by their insatiable appetites? And, perhaps most importantly, what did it mean for the future of the college and its students?

Amidst the questions and uncertainty, one thing was clear: the campus had been forever changed by the consequences of Charlie's elixir. And as the prospective students considered their options, they couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the place for them, or if they should look elsewhere for their college experience.

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Five-Star Pecs - Part 5

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“Again, next time, you should be more careful unless you want a whole soccer team’s worth of babies coming out of you.” Jack laughed and sat next to Steve to rub his still-big belly. The gentle pressure, applied with careful moves, helped Steve’s abdominal wall relax even in the middle of the long birth process.

Steve smiled as he enjoyed the massage and looked at his third baby boy swallowing a lot of milk as his tiny hands caressed around the nipple. The room was silent for about a minute; only the sounds of sucking and the occasional coo disturbed the silence. Then, Steve looked up and smiled at Jack.

“Unless they’re yours, right? I heard what you said,” Steve said, making Jack blush.

“Oh… I-I… Well, I was just saying. It would be cool,” Jack replied, leaning forward and kissing Steve’s belly again.

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Train to Gain

“I want to get jacked!” Jay declared, standing in front of his new personal trainer with his chest puffed out.

Matt nodded, having heard the same thing many times from plenty of guys like Jay, in their early twenties. “Okay, so we’re aiming for muscle gains,” he clarified, making a note of it. “Is there a reason why you want to make this your focus?” he asked, seeing from Jay’s body that he already had a pretty good build that most guys would have been envious of.

Jay nodded. “I’ve just split up with a girl I’ve been with since high school,” he stated without a drop of remorse or sorrow. “I feel like I want to finally do something for myself. You know what I mean? I want to look good. Muscular. Lean.”

Matt nodded. So, just like all the other guys, this one believed that getting more muscle on him would help him score with the ladies. He didn’t need a PhD to crack that little mystery about the boy’s true intention. It was a tale as old as time itself.

Being so muscular himself, guys like Jay seemed to gravitate towards Matt on an almost daily basis, knowing that he could deliver the results they wanted. They saw his statuesque physique in the gym and felt that working out with a guy as built as he was was akin to ordering that body type for themselves in a catalogue. But Matt was not convinced by this latest client. Jay was a pretty-looking boy, with large soulful eyes and a gentle innocence about him. He wouldn’t be single for long. Some girl would come along, snap him up, and this whole muscle workout craze would be a thing of the past for him.

Nevertheless, Matt settled down to a detailed conversation about what it would take, the commitment Jay would need to make and the amount of sessions he would arrange with him each week. It was obvious that Jay had all the enthusiasm for his goals, but little knowledge of how to actually get there. “We’ll take things slow to begin with,” he smiled. “Then we’ll see how we get on.”

Seeming pleased, Jay shook Matt’s hand and threw his workout bag over his shoulder to leave. Then, as Jay was walking out of the gym, Matt watched as the eyes of every woman in there drifted towards his cute, tight glutes in his fitted gym shorts. Matt chuckled, nodding knowingly. It may have been Jay’s first time being single in his adult life, but it wouldn’t take the pretty boy long to work out that he didn’t need any more muscle to get women. Three weeks, maximum, Matt predicted. There was no way Jay would be paying for his services for longer than that; not when he didn’t need to.

Matt was aware that he was in the minority when it came to enjoying those winter months. But as the holidays came and went, he jumped out of bed with a renewed spring in his step, knowing that the gym would be fit to bursting with chubby, overweight and under-exercised guys trying to make a fresh start for the New Year. It was hard to pinpoint what exactly it was that he loved about them so much: that doughy shape, the jiggle of fat as they strolled on the treadmills. Maybe it was the way their sweat made their tight gym clothes stick to their rounded bodies . Matt was both mesmerised and fascinated by it all at the same time.

It was around this time of year that he had met his now ex-boyfriend who had been trying to lose a few pounds back then. He’d copped a lot of crap from his colleagues at the gym for dating someone so big, and he’d had to challenge them multiple times for their attitudes towards the match. So what if he was into bigger guys? Whose business was it who he dated? Certainly not theirs. Not that any of it mattered in the end. Nine months in and the whole relationship had fallen apart anyway. His heart broken, just as they had all been expecting,

“Alright! That was pretty good!” Matt marvelled a staggering twelve weeks later, as Jay successfully squatted his biggest weight yet. He slapped the guy on his shoulder and passed him his water. “You’re killing it!” he smiled encouragingly.

“But I don’t look any different yet,” Jay grumbled, repeating the same complaint that had surfaced again and again in their recent sessions. “Sure, I’m a little stronger, but not much.”

“We’re taking it slow, remember,” Matt stated calmly. “You were quite clear from the start that you wanted to add muscle the lean way. It just takes a little more time.”

“But what’s the alternative?” Jay asked.

“Proper bulking,” Matt replied. “You give your body all the calories it needs to grow. We discussed this in our first meeting, remember?” he explained, a little exasperated. “You were insistent. You wanted a lean muscle bulk.”

“I want to be bigger,” Jay shot back.

“If you go with the bulking option, you’d have to accept the fact that not all of the gains you make would be muscle,” Matt tried to clarify.

“But I saw this guy online…” Jay began, rambling yet again about some viral influencer who claimed to know it all about how to get ripped with ease.

Matt bit his tongue. He genuinely liked Jay, but he was fed up of trying to debunk all of the insane fitness myths clients came in with these days. He was only twenty seven, and yet he wondered how much longer he could stand to do this job when there was so much misinformation out there. “Look, let’s just try it,” he suggested forcefully, cutting Jay off mid sentence. “I’ll set you up with a bulking plan and we’ll see what happens. If you’re not happy after a couple of weeks, you can fire me and send all your money to those online fitness con artists instead,” he stated plainly.

Still not seeming overly convinced, Jay nodded. “Okay. We’ll try this your way…”

“So, have you got much planned for your week off?” Matt asked Jay a good few weeks later. He’d found that he didn’t struggle with small talk as much with Jay as he did some of his other clients. They seemed to share the same sense of humour and had successfully recommended more than one decent TV show to each other in the past.

“I’m going to a wedding,” Jay answered, sitting himself back ready to lift.

“A wedding, huh?” Matt asked, loading on the weights ready. “That’s a great place to meet girls,” he said, finding it bizarre that Jay was still single after all this time.

“Not a chance!” Jay chuckled, lifting his hands up to grab the bar. “I told you, I’m done with all that.”

“Whatever you say!” Matt chuckled back; his eyes catching sight of Jay’s stomach as the guy’s t-shirt rose, ready for the lift. He could tell that the bulking diet was well underway, with a padded thickness around Jay’s middle, bulging to the sides to form what many might consider the beginnings of love handles.

Jay lifted like never before. After one set he insisted that Matt make the bar even heavier again; grunting with the extreme effort it took.

“You did it!” Matt marvelled, finally setting the bar back minutes later. “I can’t get over how quickly you’re progressing now.”

Jay sat up, spreading his legs wide and owning the space he was in. It was a feeling Matt knew all too well: the sense of power and size after lifting more than ever before. “This bulking is really working, isn’t it?” Jay smiled.

“It is!” Jay nodded, trying to mask his surprise at just how much more noticeable Jay’s extra thickness was around his waist when he sat up like this. There was no way the guy was going to stick out the full bulking period; the boy seemed genetically predisposed to carry a tight little paunch at this size. Already Matt could sense the cut was on the horizon.

Once again, Matt’s predictions fell flat on their face. As more weeks went by, Jay was very quickly becoming one of Matt’s strongest clients. However, it was all coming at quite a cost to the guy’s naturally athletic physique. Built around a solid core, Jay’s chunky middle was rounded and significantly paunch-like in appearance, despite being somewhat muted by the large chest and muscular shoulders that had grown alongside it. If Jay had been going for that muscular V-shaped back, he had fallen far short of the mark. His stout tummy had swelled out his love handles to a size that could not be hidden by pretty much any of the t-shirts that he wore in the gym. Matt had even seen the guy out and about upon occasion, feeling shocked at just how thick and overfed he actually looked; especially with that meaty swagger he had about him, artificially pushing out his arms to increase his width.

“And, we’ll finish with twenty minutes on the treadmill,” Matt declared during their next session, waiting for the exhausted guy to sluggishly pick himself up off the weight machine.

“The treadmill?” Jay asked, as if Matt had been joking. “I’m not paying for you to watch me on the treadmill for twenty minutes,” he laughed.

“You do realise that we’re going to be putting a lot more cardio exercises into your routine from now on? We agreed to start cutting from next week, remember?”

Jay brushed him off, insisting that he could do another set on the machine he was currently on. The rest of the session continued in that manner until the time was depleted. Then a sweaty, beefy looking Jay simply lifted a protein shake to his mouth and began chugging.

“What’s in that thing?” Matt asked, noticing that it was far thicker than any of the recipes he had supplied to Jay. He took it from Jay’s limp hand and held it to his nose. “That’s so sweet!” he gasped, recoiling slightly. Swirling the remaining third in the bottle, Matt declared with absolute certainty that this was not part of the diet plan he had given Jay.

“I found the recipe online,” Jay shot back, snatching the shake back and draining it quickly. “I drink four of these daily. Your shake recipes were good, but I wasn’t packing on the muscle half as quickly as I am now.”

Matt winced. Jay had been heading in the wrong direction for weeks now; his muscle gains overshadowed by significant increases in fat. And Matt had been ignoring it all, pushing it to the back of his mind, denying it. “Have you got the recipe for me to look at?” he asked diplomatically.

Jay lazily held out his hand for Matt to pass him his cell phone from his bag. Then, after a couple of seconds, the webpage link came buzzing through to Matt.

“Um…” Matt mumbled, feeling his heart beating with worry. “Have you really been drinking these four times a day? Did you not think to check out the ingredients? All that sugar? Condensed milk?”

“I’m not an idiot!” Jay grumbled back, as Matt noticed the fat that was starting to build up under the handsome boy’s chin and into his cheeks. “These things promise results and they deliver. I’ve gained 25 lbs in the last two months alone!”

Matt took a step back, feeling that he had let Jay down more than any other client he had ever had. Yet, somewhere deep inside of him was a spark of attraction. Jay was starting to look genuinely fat. It was literally spreading across his entire body and had been doing so for weeks. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled guiltily. “I should have been more on top of your diet planner. This should never have happened.”

Jay seemed utterly perplexed by Matt’s remorse, but he agreed to pack up his stuff and head out to a local cafe for a more thorough debrief. They sat with two coffees at a small table near the front as Matt considered how best to insist that Jay quit the shakes as soon as possible.

Matt thought he had his speech all ready to go. He inhaled, ready to begin, when he suddenly noticed that Jay’s attention was elsewhere. A large, overweight guy had come in through the door, making Jay look across with interest. Matt followed his gaze and then cringed with regret, realising that the man was none other than his ex boyfriend, Chris. They had just made eye contact.

“I’m really sorry about this!” Matt blasted out, realising that his almost 400 lb ex was heading over to the table and there was nothing that he could do to stop him.

“Hello Matt,” the large bellied guy smiled. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah,” Matt nodded, not looking directly at him in the hopes that he would soon get the message and leave them be. “Nice to see you, Chris,” he lied.

“I gained a bit of weight recently,” Chris went on, patting his fat stomach. “I’d love to show you some time.”

“I’m actually with a client right now!” Matt hissed, losing patience. “When I said that things were over between us, I meant it.”

Chris looked down at them both, giving Jay in particular the most filthy of looks. Then he turned, deciding that the coffee house was no good after all and disappeared out of the door.

“Who was that?” Jay exclaimed the second the guy’s large form had disappeared beyond the windows.

“My ex,” Matt sighed, feeling frustrated that they should bump into each other here; whilst he was with a client no less! “We broke up about eight months ago.”

“You? And HIM?” Jay asked in disbelief, making it hard for Matt to tell whether it was the fact that he dated guys that most surprised Jay, or the sheer size of that ex-boyfriend. Either way, it became the focus of a long line of questions that Matt was finding difficult to deflect.

“I’ve made a decision,” Jay finally declared as they at last got off the topic of Matt’s love life. “I want to keep the bulk going for another six weeks.”

“I would very strongly advise against that,” Matt replied immediately.

“Six more weeks!” Jay laughed, as if he was making the simplest of alterations to their training plan. “It’s nothing! You need to learn to relax, buddy!”

Matt sighed. Perhaps because he was still reeling from coming face to face with Chris again, he did not feel especially inclined to argue. Jay was a client after all, and his wishes had to be respected - even if he was making a choice that Matt knew would make it significantly harder for the guy to get back in shape afterwards.

Just as Matt had anticipated, the weight that poured onto Jay’s body over the coming weeks was nothing more than pure fat. He’d find himself staring at it, having never felt so conflicted in his life. He was attracted by fat on a guy’s body, yes. But Jay was also a client who was confused by all of the bad advice out there and had caught himself up in a pattern of weight gain that was bloating his previously toned body. The sight of it, Matt had to admit, was nothing short of wildly arousing.

“He’s one of yours isn’t he?” asked one of the other trainers as Jay walked in for his training session wearing a t-shirt that was significantly too tight for his bloated torso. The guy braced himself against the wall to stretch out his calves, not realising how much his shirt had ridden up in the process and exposing a good three inches of his new, overfed tummy pushing itself over the waistband.

“Great work, Matt,” sneered Harry, the other male trainer, giving him a sarcastic slow clap as the three of them all watched Jay from a good distance.

Matt wanted to explain how he hadn’t been to blame; how Jay had found bad advice online instead, and was continuing to bulk against his advice. However, there was a strange thrill in not saying anything at all; something that Matt could not explain, even if he tried.

Next, Jay began squatting, spreading his chunky legs wide apart with the good posture that Matt had taught him, then lifting his body up and down. It was a simple move and not at all noteworthy but for the extreme tightness of the shorts he was wearing, pulling the waistband lower and lower at the back, revealing more and more of his butt crack with each dip; thanks in part to the similarly undersized underwear he had on underneath.

“Ugh!” laughed Harry.. “No one wants to see that!”

Matt looked around at the others in the gym. Jay was indeed getting looks of disapproval, and even disgust, for his scandalously tight clothing.

“You need to have a word,” the trainers all agreed. “He’s putting people off. It’s bad for business.”

Matt sighed. He knew what they were saying was right, but how could he even begin a conversation about it to a client who was paying him? Especially one he was starting to crush on in the most inappropriate of ways.

Despite Jay’s confidence on the weights, it was quite clear during that session that the guy wasn’t making as much progress with his lifting than he obviously thought he was. In fact, his lifting had peaked almost two months earlier and there had been minimal successes since then. What had changed was the amount of sweating Jay was doing; leaving the machines with a damp imprint of his overfed rear which Matt wiped down each time. But with the sweating, Jay’s clothing tightened around him even more. Matt didn’t need to see Jay on the scales, he was an expert on every part of his body, knowing exactly how it was altering because he could see it right there, before his very eyes. He had to breathe a little deeper when he felt the arousal getting too much for him. Jay’s butt was pure perfection; shaped by good genes and some decent early muscle gains, but now swelling and widening with the pounds and pounds of fat the guy was amassing.

Jay had been buzzing about his new apartment; finally allowing him to get out of parents’ place. It was going to make bulking a lot easier, he’d declared, making Matt feel uneasy about how much more extreme his client may take things.

“I’ve got boxes and boxes of stuff all over the place,” Jay complained. “I need a good sort out, really. It’s just so easy to dump it all in the closet and forget about it though.”

“That reminds me,” Matt jumped in, seeing an opening and seizing upon it. “I got an email the other day for a good discount on the online shop I use for clothes,” he began, having pondered over how best to approach the clothes issue for the entire hour of their session. “It can be quite hard to find stuff that fits right when you’re a bodybuilder.”

“Tell me about it!” nodded the chubby boy, not sensing the irony in his words in the slightest. “None of my clothes fit properly anymore.”

Matt nodded. Under normal circumstances, this would have been a good lead in to discuss Jay’s dissatisfaction with his clothing and how he shouldn’t really be feeling such tightness around his stomach when he was trying to pack on muscle. As it was, he could feel the eyes of the other trainers on the back of his head. The only task he had to complete was getting Jay out of those ridiculously tight gym clothes. “I use this brand,” he lied, showing Jay the webpage he had just got up on his cell phone. He knew that impressionable guys like Jay wanted to look like him; to have the same confidence and presence. If he recommended a clothes line to them, he was pretty certain they would take it. “With the progress you’ve been making, you could probably get away with the extra large, but the 2XL might suit your needs more if you’re still in the bulking phase. Fast delivery too.”

Jay nodded with interest and took every link that Matt sent him.

“I’ve spoken to him about the clothes,” Matt nodded, seeing the faces of expectation from the other trainers as he went back after the session ended.

“I know it’s tough having to tell a client that they’re getting too heavy,” Harry nodded. “But when he’s spilling out of his clothes like that, enough is enough. It’s time to say something.”

Matt nodded, knowing that Harry was exactly right. But that wasn’t what he had done, was it? He’d sent Jay off believing that he was making ‘progress’ and that he needed to wear clothes suitable for bodybuilders. The reality was anything but. Jay was chubby and out of shape. He’d not done any cardio in… it must have been months! He was a client who kept Matt awake at night with his feelings of guilt. He was letting the guy down, and this latest stunt was his worst sin of all.

It came as no surprise when Jay continued to be obsessed with bulking, even after the third and fourth deadlines for cutting came and went. The small mercy was that Jay was at least dressed better in the gym. With his new clothes, he was starting to look like any other broad, fat guy. His pretty face was still getting him the odd glance from some of the women, but the fatter body underneath was more than enough to ensure that it never progressed into anything more.

“You’ll never guess what I managed to get tickets for!” Jay blasted one Wednesday evening as he came in for his session.

“No way?” Matt grinned, knowing exactly where Jay was going with this. “You got them? But the concert has been sold out for months!”

“They were giving away tickets on the radio. I phoned up, answered some trivia questions live on air with someone else and… they’re mine!” he grinned, clearly delighted with himself.

“Congratulations!” Matt beamed. “I’m so jealous! You’re going to have such a great time!”

“No… WE’RE going to have such a great time,” Jay corrected him. “They asked me on the radio show who I wanted to take with me, and I told them your name. You’re the only person I know who is as obsessed with them as I am. No one else would appreciate it like you would.”

Matt’s initial reaction was to decline. There were many clients who tried to socialise outside of these sessions, but it was almost always unprofessional to do so. However, he had also desperately wanted to see this band since he was eight years old. Plus, he and Jay did genuinely seem to get on pretty well.”

“Can I give you some money for the ticket then?” he asked.

“No, I got them for free,” Jay shot back, shaking his head.

“Well, I’ll drive us then,” Matt tried to compromise, knowing that the concert was a good couple of hours away. “I know where your new place is. I can pick you up at about 4pm on Saturday afternoon?”

Jay nodded, accepting the offer without hesitation. Then, for the rest of the week, Matt was telling all of his clients about the concert and how excited he was. He was amazed that not a single person had heard of the band or even recognised any of the tracks when he played a couple of samples for them on his cell phone. ‘What the hell was wrong with people?’ he thought to himself, highlighting in his mind just how much better he clicked with Jay than anyone else he worked with.

That Saturday, Matt didn’t really know who he was trying to impress as he slipped on his most expensive shirt and left the last three buttons undone to expose part of his strapping chest. He turned up at Jay’s building, expecting to head straight off, but was instead buzzed inside.

“Sorry!” Jay spluttered, opening the door to him, covered with only a small towel around his waist, fresh from the shower. “I had a big lunch and fell asleep! I only woke up ten minutes ago.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Matt nodded, trying to keep his eyes fixed on Jay’s face and not look down to explore his client’s beautifully chubby proportions. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

Jay trotted back into his bedroom; his jiggly love handles bouncing with the quick pace he was going at. Matt simply took a deep breath and tried to control the arousal that he felt. He looked around the apartment, coming to one very obvious conclusion: This was the home of a fat guy. It was obvious; from the small armies of empty beer cans, to the carnage of emptied take out containers and pizza boxes. Discarded clothes dotted the space and Matt found himself meandering into the kitchen; his curiosity getting the better of him. He opened the refrigerator and peeked in all of the cupboards as quietly as he possibly could. What he found was far worse than he ever would have imagined: cakes, candy, cookies and several containers of those disastrous protein shakes… Jay had the lot, and then some. The guy was eating like a pig and putting on weight at a frankly alarming rate. Matt tried to breathe deeply again, but this time, the blood rushing towards his groin seemed determined to give him a full on erection.

“Thanks for waiting for me,” Jay smiled moments later, coming out in a shirt that was far too small for his stout little gut. He opened the refrigerator and downed one of his shakes, as was his usual routine at this time. Once again, Matt had to look away. Then, as the last of it drained, Jay lifted his arms and pumped his biceps, now covered in a good layer of pure fat.

The conversation flowed well in the car as the pair listened to a few of the band’s old albums and talked at length about their shared interests.

“If we’ve still got twenty minutes before we need to go in, I’m going to find some food,” Jay declared once they had parked up. He walked slightly ahead as Matt tried to avert his eyes away from the guy’s wide, overfed glutes, barely contained in his overly tight pants. “I absolutely love bulking,” he declared a few minutes later, holding a giant burger in both hands and raising it part way to his mouth. Then, like a genuine glutton, he dropped his head over it and began feasting with his large shoulders hunched forwards.

Matt genuinely did try to enjoy the concert, but he was conscious of trying to hold back an erection the entire time. He wondered why his brain had to be wired up this way. Why couldn’t he just enjoy the music without getting turned on by the significantly chubby guy he had come here with? He’d had to sit for significant periods of the concert with his hands resting over his crotch as Jay danced beside him, arms up in the air and his rounded tummy popping out. It was so humid in there, making Jay glow with a beautiful fat-boy sweat and ensuring that his clothes plastered themselves to his thick body even more than they already were doing.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Jay smiled the moment the lights came up. “How would you like to go backstage?”

Matt couldn’t believe it as he was shaking hands with his idols and chatting away with other fans backstage only minutes later. It truly was an extraordinary night.

“So, how do you guys know each other?” the lead singer asked as he came up to them both at the bar.

“Matt’s my personal trainer,” Jay answered, downing his beer into his bloated belly.

“I can see you’ve got your work cut out for you,” the singer whispered to Matt, tapping him on his strong back in sympathy.

“I’m in the best shape of my life,” Matt went on, clearly a little tipsy. He put his beer down and reached into his tight pocket to pull out his cell phone. “This is me, before I started training,” he declared, passing the singer a picture of him from just under eleven months ago: slim, handsome, athletic.

“And this is you… ‘before’ you started training?” the guy asked, ensuring that he wasn’t misunderstanding.

Jay nodded enthusiastically, raising his chubby arms to flex and simultaneously letting his chubby belly fall out for the umpteenth time that evening.

“Right,” the singer nodded, confused and surprised; possibly wondering if Jay was making some sort of joke. He slapped Matt on the back once more, then headed off to speak to some others.

When Jay asked to stop off for more food on the way back, Matt didn’t feel that he really had the right to refuse him after the night they had had together. However, it was yet another torturous exercise, having to sit next to Jay as he was gorging his fat body on more fries and burgers in the passenger seat. The sounds of his greedy chewing and swallowing were turning on an already stimulated sex drive to even greater extremes.

“I thought he might have been flirting with you,” Jay explained as they discussed their encounter with the lead singer. “The way he kept on tapping you on the back like that.”

“That wasn’t what that was about,” Matt answered simply as he tried to control the boner he was getting, listening to Jay sucking air as he reached the end of his gigantic milkshake.

“You must have people flirting with you all the time, the shape you’re in,” Jay continued, stuffing the last of the fries into his mouth.

Matt took a breath in, wondering how to answer something like that. The answer was yes; he certainly did get a lot of attention from both guys and girls. But, as was being made strikingly clear to him that evening, the types of people he found attractive himself were often quite far from what most would expect.

“You don’t talk much about this sort of stuff, do you?” Jay asked him next after a pause.

“Neither do you,” Matt shot back.

“I’m just out of a long term relationship,” Jay replied grandly.

“Over a year ago!” Matt laughed. “In that case, I can use the same excuse.”

“You mean that huge guy we met in the coffee house that time? You were really into him?”

“I was in love with him, yes,” Matt replied, feeling that the conversation was getting a little too close to the bone now.

“How did he get that big? Was he always fat? Or did he just put on weight as an adult?” Jay pressed on obliviously.

“Combination of both, I expect,” Matt shrugged, trying to think of how to shift the conversation away from his ex.

“Do you think I could ever get as big as he is?” Jay asked.

Matt looked across at Jay in confusion. “Chris wasn’t a weight lifter, y’know?” he stated plainly. “He was probably as weak as a kitten. He was just… very overweight.”

“I just remember him being large,” Jay shrugged. “Guys like that always make me feel a little jealous.”

“There aren’t many people who would be jealous of Chris’ body type,” Matt chuckled, assuming that Jay was making fun.

“I think, if I kept up my protein shakes, I’d have a chance at getting to his sort of size,” Jay pondered aloud.

“I have no doubt that you would,” Matt nodded. “But it wouldn’t be lean muscle, I can promise you that.”

“Do you think it would suit me?” Jay asked playfully back.

Now Matt felt entirely on the backfoot. There was no way to answer the question without incriminating himself somehow. “I guess so,” he mumbled vaguely.

“So, do you think I should give up weight lifting then?” the guy immediately replied..

“I didn’t say that,” Matt countered.

“It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently. I’ve had a lot more success gaining weight and getting big in other ways, rather than muscle. Maybe I should just focus on that?”

“You know exactly what I’d say to that. I’m a personal trainer!” Matt reminded him. “Of course you’re not supposed to give up weight training and just let yourself get fat.”

“You can be such a square sometimes,” Jay laughed. “You’re so caught up with your diet plans, your nutrition goals and research papers on exercise schedules. You forget that most people don’t care about any of that stuff. It’s all about feeling good in your own body.”

The last fifteen minutes of the journey went by a little smoother, with the conversation naturally evolving into something lighter.

“Want to come in and grab those recipe books you lent me?” Jay asked as they parked up outside his building.

Thinking about another of his clients, Matt nodded keenly. It was more than obvious that Jay had little interest in any of the lean meals in them, so why not pass them on? He followed the guy up the stairs, allowing his brain to fantasise about taking the chubby guy straight into his bedroom. Now that he knew he would be home in twenty minutes and able to release all the pent-up sexual frustration from his evening with Jay, he somehow felt more able to embrace it; gazing with lust at those giant glutes, like round globes of fat, pressed tightly into Jay’s pants as he walked up the stairs ahead of him.

“They’ll be in my closet somewhere,” Jay explained, leading Matt into his bedroom. Inside here, the mess of take out containers continued, making it clear that Jay did just as much of his eating in bed, as he did anywhere else in the apartment. He reached over a pile of boxes and leaned into this closet, presenting Matt with a full view of his wide rear. Matt simply stared at it, swooning.

Jay had to lean in more and more, too lazy to move the boxed out of the way, and grunting from the effort. Matt told him not to worry; that he could get them some other time, but still Jay persevered, leaning even more of his weight onto the boxes at the front. Then, in a split second, they gave way underneath him, sending Jay falling head first into the closet, his legs up in the air.

Matt grabbed at him in a swift rescue, lifting him up and out by pulling him by his waistband and trying to reach his arm in to hold Jay just above his waist. He was a very heavy boy indeed, and not easy to shift, but eventually he came, looking significantly worse for wear. The most stressed buttons on his shirt had popped clean off and his pants had ripped as Matt had tried to pull him up from behind.

“Sorry about that,” Matt mumbled, seeing what a state Jay now looked in his torn clothes. He’d had to pull him at a strange angle to get him back upright and, although he hoped it wasn’t the case, there was a possibility that Jay might have felt the erection in his pants as he was put back on his feet.

Jay flattened his hair and shuffled over to his mirror. His fingers explored the ripped buttons and torn material. There was his little fat belly popping out like never before; his significant fat gains never looking more obvious. The hallmarks of actual obesity starting to shine through.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Matt asked, wondering why Jay was so stunned; his nervousness increasing by the second.

“If I asked you to stay tonight, would you?” Jay asked simply.

“Why do you want me to stay?” Matt asked. “Do you think you’ve hurt yourself?”

Jay did not answer, but simply unbuttoned only the remaining buttons of his shirt and let the material fall to the floor. “Stay,” he repeated, letting Matt’s gaze fall in its entirety upon his bloated, fattened body. “I can tell that you’d like to.”

Matt allowed himself to enjoy the sight. His fingers twitched at his side, desperate to explore and touch. “Do you mean that?” he asked, no longer hiding his interest.

Jay nodded, grabbing a wedge of his own fat. “Let’s just say, you’re not the only person who gets a boner over this stuff.”

Immediately, Matt pulled Jay into a deeply passionate kiss. Their hands began to explore each other and they soon fell, entirely naked onto the unmade bed. Finally, the fizzing sexual tension that had been torturing Matt all night was set free; the fireworks still to come.

Matt woke the next morning as the light began pouring in through Jay’s window. He turned, seeing the bloated boy still resting deeply. Despite his good looks, this wasn’t the sort of thing that Matt ever did. He could count on a single hand how many guys he had slept with in the past, and he could explain how each one of them had eventually ended up breaking his heart.

Jay stirred as Matt made an attempt to get out of bed. “Morning,” he called out. “What a wild night, huh?”

Matt smiled. “Pretty wild, yeah!” he nodded.

“Did I do it okay?” Jay asked sweetly. “I’ve never tried to give a blow job before.”

“You did great!” Matt nodded. “Amazing, in fact,” he added, remembering how quickly they had both climaxed last night. He’d worked on Jay first and then the sweet guy worked his mouth on Matt until he came in less than a minute.

“Could you go and get me my shake out of the refrigerator?” Jay asked next, sitting up. “I forgot to have my last one when we got back yesterday, so I’ll have to make up for it this morning. In fact, bring me two,” he reconsidered. “I’ll get it down now.”

Matt hesitated for a moment. He knew that, officially, as Jay’s trainer, he wasn't supposed to approve of these shakes. Still, he was in Jay’s apartment, having just spent the night, so he could hardly start lecturing him now.

Still in a state of undress, Matt slipped out of the room and tiptoed over the mess that was littering the living space. He opened the fridge and felt a pang of arousal as he remembered just how many Jay had prepared for himself.

“Thanks,” Jay smiled, getting back from the bathroom as Matt returned. “I can still feel that burger from last night,” he chuckled, rubbing the shelf of stomach fat, before taking a deep deep breath chugging one of the shakes.

Matt’s penis, which hadn’t been flaccid since the moment he woke up next to Jay, began to pump itself harder upon watching Jay drink. He found it embarrassing how quickly his arousal responded to stuff like this and he moved his hand to cover it up; not wanting Jay to see and realise what a freak he was. However, as he looked at the bedsheets, he could see that the same thing was happening to Jay as well, with his own hardness pushing the material upwards, throbbing up and down like a heartbeat.

Taking himself off to the bathroom, Matt calmed himself down. He was so into Jay, he couldn’t ruin it, like last time. When he returned, both shakes were emptied and Jay was up, checking his body out in the mirror; that old jock physique of his destroyed and replaced with the chubby, overfed form there was today. Gone was the youthful pertness of his glutes, now so wide and juicy. All the added fat had swollen his chest up so considerably, with his new, pointed nipples looking alert and sharp as they started to droop a little onto the broad, shockingly ball-like stomach that completely dominated the boy’s appearance.

Matt went over and kissed the chub sweetly, hoping that Jay wouldn’t feel differently now the morning had arrived. Afterwards, he took the guy’s hand and then gently led him back to bed; making love to him slowly and passionately this time; wanting to show Jay just how much he could adore and cherish him, if he would only give him the chance.

When Jay turned up for their training session the next day, there was an air of mischief about him. The pair of them were chuckling and smiling, knowing exactly what they had got up to at the weekend and excited to be in each other’s company again. Now when Matt had to touch him, supporting his arms in a certain way, or correcting his posture, it sent waves of pleasure through his entire body. If he tried to get tough with Jay to get him to build up a sweat, the guy would come back with something flirtatious or rude, making Matt laugh.

“What time do you finish tonight?” Jay asked after a particularly arousing session where Jay had actually done very little indeed.

“Ten,” Matt replied, wincing at how late it was going to be.

“That’s okay,” Jay smiled excitedly. “Want to stay over again?”

Matt looked around, trying to hold himself back from wanting to kiss Jay right there and then; the cutest, chubbiest guy currently at the gym that moment. He knew how unprofessional it was to be dating his client. In some ways, it was like playing with fire; both terrifying and thrilling. “Want me to bring anything over?” he asked politely, knowing how low Jay was getting on supplies like lubricant and condoms after the weekend.

“You could pick me up some doughnuts,” Jay happily agreed.

“Oh, right. Okay,” Matt mumbled in surprise. That hadn’t been what he had meant at all. “Any particular kind?” he offered, not wanting to spoil the mood by declining.

“Just the twelve pack that you can get at the late night convenience place at the end of my street,” Jay answered him, clearly wanting to kiss him goodbye, but knowing that he couldn’t here.

Slapping the twelve pack of doughnuts on the counter a while later, Matt couldn’t help feeling a little guilty. Here he was getting a spark of arousal at buying all this sugar and fat for his chubby lover. What would people say if they knew? He strolled over to Jay’s place and was buzzed in, finding the apartment door open as he made it up the stairs.

Seeing his chubby boy sprawled out on the couch, Matt took off his shirt and smiled, closing the door behind him before he marched straight over to kiss his new lover. Still dressed in his gym clothes, Jay’s stomach was falling out of his t-shirt as he twisted his head for the kiss. Two more empty flasks of shake sat on the floor beside the couch, alongside another pizza box that Jay must have picked up right after his workout.

Matt had slipped his hand onto Jay’s tummy as he went back for another kiss. How could he tell him off for his bad diet when he looked so adorable right now?

“Did you get my doughnuts?” Jay asked.

Matt nodded, getting up to collect them and feeling surprised at how eagerly Jay took them from him.

“Amazing! You got the cream filled ones!” Jay cheered, ripping the box open and pushing a doughnut straight in his mouth.

Matt hadn’t realised that there were different types, having just bought the first pack he’d found in the store, but he was pleased that it was giving Jay so much pleasure. He gazed with adoration as he ate, feeling himself falling hard for the guy. He sat there, on the floor, below the couch, rubbing Jay’s leg, observing it all. Doughnut number 5, 6 and 7 disappeared. Afterwards, Matt slipped in beside him, kissing his head from behind and holding the overfed boy tenderly. Whilst he couldn’t wait to sleep with Jay again, these tender moments were something he never wanted to rush.

“Did anyone notice that we were flirting at the gym? Jay asked as they lay tenderly together later on. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“That’s not something I want you to worry about,” Matt whispered into his ear. “I can handle any fallout if it comes to that.”

“I’ve actually wanted to quit weight training for quite some time. I just didn’t know how to tell you properly. Then our little relationship wouldn’t be so much of an issue.”

“So, we’re in a relationship, huh?” Matt teased, beaming with pride and hugging his boyfriend tightly from behind. “I don’t want you to give it up just for me, though,” he added regretfully.

“You’re the only reason I stuck it out so long,” Jay chuckled. “The truth is, I’m getting a lot more of a buzz out of developing my mass in ways that aren’t strength training related.”

Matt lifted his head as he lay in bed and looked down at the fat filled stomach on Jay; his hardness immediately throbbed into the guy’s doughy glutes. He wished he could control it; still wanting to conceal the fact that he found the idea of Jay becoming even more overweight so wildly erotic. He realised that as much as he would try to reason with Jay about his overeating and general laziness, his dick would always be there, trying to undermine his words of caution.

Although Jay didn’t acknowledge it with his words, he reached across for yet another doughnut, even though he had previously said he was stuffed. Was that for Matt’s benefit? Was he doing it to turn him on? Perhaps it was yet another unintended error of Matt’s that was dragging Jay even further down this crazy rabbit hole.

Jay’s gains began to speed up quite dramatically within the first six months of their relationship; Matt’s guilt increasing with every pound. There were times when he should have stepped in to stop Jay pushing his appetite too hard. When he discovered Jay buying in clothes for himself that were far too large, he could have asked why. He knew so much about nutrition and what it all was doing to Jay’s body, bloating it more and more beyond recognition. He’d crossed 300lbs. That should have been a moment for them both to take stock and reevaluate things; but the arousal of it all; the way Jay seemed to not care in the slightest about how people were seeing him these days; that confidence; the love that Matt felt for him. It all culminated to ensure the personal trainer kept quiet and allowed it to continue.

Jay’s body was stunning. There wasn’t a single spot where the fat hadn’t done its work, softening and swelling him up. With the lack of weight training, Jay’s chest had succumbed to the blubber, now filling up under his armpits and inflating his arms. All the while, his gut and wide butt quietly continued to grow ever more; becoming more extreme with each passing day.

Matt couldn’t say not to Jay on his birthday. He’d asked him again and again what he wanted to do for it: a day trip, a weekend hotel stay, any gift he wanted. But all Jay had insisted on was a take-out meal in front of the TV.

“This ice cream is definitely the best,” Jay smiled, scooping out from the tub with his spoon. “I can’t believe you found some!”

“Well, you’re worth it,” Matt smiled. “I even found some of those special flavour doughnuts that you tried a few months ago. So you’ve got something to enjoy tomorrow as well.”

“Tomorrow?” Jay chuckled sceptically. “I’ll be having those bad boys tonight! It is my birthday after all!”

Matt laughed and nodded. There was no arguing with that logic.

“In fact,” Jay continued. “I’d like you to be the one to feed them to me.”

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Matt pretended to spill his glass of water and made a fuss, grabbing a towel from the kitchen.

“Why do you always do that?” Jay asked, obviously downbeat. “You’ve got to know that I love the idea of you feeding me. We both clearly get off on how fat I’m getting. Everyone thinks you’re a feeder now. They saw you with your ex; they’ve seen me getting over 350lbs. You’ve heard them whispering it behind your back. So why won’t you ever feed me?”

Matt tried to brush the comments off. It wasn’t the right time; not on Jay’s birthday. However, his refusal to answer only seemed to make things worse. “Okay,” he finally surrendered. “I’m not being coy,” he admitted. “I… I just…” he stumbled. “It was when I was dating Chris.”

“The four hundred pound guy you were with before me?” Jay asked, with only a mild hint of jealousy.

“Chris and I didn’t meet at a club like I told everyone. We actually met on a kink website for feeders and gainers.”

“How did I not know this?” Jay laughed, realising that his shy boyfriend had been holding out on him the entire time. “So you used to feed Chris to make him gain weight?”

Matt nodded. “It was great. It felt amazing. I fell ridiculously in love with the guy. He put on about 40lbs in the time we were together.”

“You dark horse!” Jay joked, barely containing his delight.

“But it just wrecked things in the end. We both wanted him bigger and fatter. We spoke about it endlessly. But when Chris was in a mood with me for something, he used to blame only me for making him fat. He said it was all my fault he was so unhappy. I spent so much of my time trying to make him smile and the second something pissed him off, he’d throw it all back in my face.”

“That’s not very nice,” Jay agreed, pleased to finally learn how Matt’s previous relationship had ended.

“Then there was one day when Chris’ car broke down. He came over in such a bad mood and started taking it all out on me. He ended up getting drunk and heading out with his friends. He made out to them all that I was fattening him secretly. He even messaged my parents to say the same thing.”

“Shit!” Jay cringed for him, now realising why Matt’s parents had never been especially warm with him.

“Chris apologised, of course. But it was too late. Fake news like that travels like wildfire. Even though I knew I was always going to be attracted to bigger guys, I always promised myself, I wouldn’t ever get caught up in a situation like that again. Not if it risked making someone as special as you so unhappy.”

Jay nodded, completely understanding. “It makes sense,” he nodded in agreement. “But you’re not to blame for how I’m turning out. I’m not Chris, and I never have been.”

“I get that, but..” Matt tried to counter.

“No, I mean it. I’ve wanted to be a fat boy for as long as I can remember. I felt so ashamed about it. I thought a muscle gain might quench that thirst, but it didn’t. There is no part of me that is doing this just for your pleasure,” he stated sincerely. “So stop with the guilt.”

Matt nodded, feeling that he had been thoroughly put in his place. This wasn’t all about him. This was Jay’s journey.

“But I think you also know how huge I want to get. I know you’ve spotted some of the clothes I’ve been buying recently,” Jay smiled.

“Yeah, those sweatpants you bought the other day…” Matt nodded knowingly. “They were something else!”

Jay beamed with pride. “Aren’t they just!” he chuckled. “So why don’t you tell me, seriously,” he insisted. “How do you really feel about me getting so fat that I could actually wear pants like that?”

Matt considered his answer, knowing how upfront and honest they were both trying to be that evening. “Excited,” he replied simply. “Really turned on by it.”

“So, would you be willing to help me with getting there?” Jay asked.

Matt knew what Jay was asking of him and he sighed at the hard choice he was having to make. “I really want to,” he admitted, rubbing Jay’s rounded gut and admiring the tight softness. “It’s been so difficult trying to hold myself back sometimes.”

“Then stop,” Jay shrugged. “You know that I’m doing this, with or without your help.”

The two men looked at each other with true honesty in their eyes. “Okay,” Matt smiled at last. “Okay, I’ll.. try.”

Jay beamed brightly and slouched his fat body into the tortured couch, placing his limp hands at his side and opening his mouth, waiting. “No time like the present. It is my birthday, after all!”

Matt, who had not been anticipating such an immediate start, fumbled slightly, not knowing what to do as he picked up a doughnut from the table. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked nervously.

Jay nodded, raising his eyebrows with excitement, but did not close his mouth as the doughnut was dangled so wonderfully close to his face.

With the doughnut in his hand, Matt pressed it into Jay’s greedy mouth. The boy moaned in appreciation and took as large a bite as he could. The sound was instantly arousing. Already he felt the sugar uncomfortably sticking to his fingers. By the time the third bite came along, he knew the remaining piece was too big, but pushed it into Jay’s mouth anyway; making the fat boy’s cheeks swell with fattening dough and sugar. Yet, still the glutton gorged, sucking the sugar off Matt’s fingers as soon as he possibly could. This was hot!

Jay’s hand reached towards the hunk’s crotch, feeling the arousal his part in the feeding had given him. Then he smirked gleefully. There was no hiding anything now as they both undressed entirely. “Feed me another,” he demanded.

Matt did as he was told, picking up more confidence with each fresh doughnut he pushed into the horny boy’s mouth. Seeing sugar glistening on the glutton’s cheeks, the arousal in his eyes; the pleasure he took from drawing this side of Matt out.

“Am I a good piggy?” Jay asked teasingly,sucking on Matt’s hardness as the doughnuts were all finished at last.

Moaning softly, feeling his dick getting sticky from the fat guy’s sugary saliva, Matt nodded in agreement. Had Jay really just referred to himself as a ‘piggy’?

“Say it then,” Jay demanded, letting his hand take over for the few seconds he needed his mouth to talk. “Tell me what a good, fattening pig I am.”

Matt’s brain was foggy with lust. He could tell that Jay was already holding back, not allowing him to climax just yet. “You’re a good piggy,” he heard himself saying, worrying that he could ejaculate the moment he felt the words leaving his mouth. “And I do want you get fatter,” he admitted. “I always have.”

“Prove it then,” Jay suddenly demanded, slipping his mouth and hands away from Matt’s hardness; cutting him off in an instant.

“How?” Matt asked, having been so close to finishing before this abrupt stop.

“The refrigerator,” Jay simply replied; smirking in triumph.

Matt knew in an instant what he needed to do. He headed straight over and collected Jay’s calorie shake from the cool refrigerator and held it in his hands, about to become the world’s biggest hypocrite after everything he had said about these things.

“What do you want me to do?” asked a super horny birthday boy, laying back again and letting the fat splay into the seat once more.

“I want you to drink it,” Matt replied, already unscrewing the lid.

“What’s it going to do to me?” Jay whispered next, savouring the kinky moment between them both.

“It’s going to make you fatter,” Matt smiled back, so happy to be drawn into the game; so happy that he was doing this at last.

Matt stepped closer to the fat boy and then sat beside him, using his free hand to jiggle the immense softness that had enveloped Jay’s torso, whilst kissing him deeply. Then, just as Jay was really getting into it, he lifted his free hand up and gently rocked the boy’s head backwards so that his mouth pointed towards the ceiling, in position for the pouring.

“Are you ready, Piggy?” Matt asked, finally unleashing his true self. “It’s time to grow for me…”

Jay’s eyes were dancing with excitement as they drifted from his feeder’s gaze and up towards the ominously held jug of calorie shake looming above his head. Then, just like that, his mouth opened wider than Matt had ever seen it go before.

Matt couldn’t put his finger on when exactly he came, but he knew he hadn’t been done pouring. His fat boy had slipped his pudgy, sweaty hand onto his hardness and tugged at it; pushed it right into his giant, jiggling stomach, until Matt could stand it no longer. His orgasm had been years in the making and he moaned louder than any of his former lovers had ever heard him.

A new beast had just been unleashed.

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This video is really scientifical😂… but, like, imagine having the most bear-like boyfriend ever, behavior-wise.

Like, you always know when the cold season is coming, because he’ll suddenly just start going to the store and buying groceries in bulk, like he’s on a mission against time. It’s the only thing that he leaves the house for, and he makes store trips almost daily — buying all of the food, snacks, and sugary drinks that he can, before the weather finally turns.

His appetite is insatiable, and he’s always chewing on something… whether it be a quick candy bar, or a full-on feast. Every second of every day, he’s got something in his mouth… just putting those jaws of his to work… and he’s completely set on “bulking up” and getting as big and round as his body will allow, without a specific goal weight in mind. Out of nowhere, he starts talking in carbs, calories, nutritional values, and weight and mass calculations. It’s a foreign language to you… but a beautiful language, like a funny-sounding French😅. He’s got a number or percentage for every bite. In no time, he gets to be all bloated and fat… just gross, in the most beautiful way possible.

He’s so lazy, too, and inexplicably tired. It’s like his body has completely taken him over, and all it wants to do is sleep. As the season turns, and the air gets cool and crisp, you can hardly even get him out of bed anymore. For days and days, he’ll just lay in his own filth… farting, burping, and letting his armpits accumulate musk, until even he can’t take it anymore. His hair gets all long and curly, and his body-hair is like a vast jungle, just begging you to come and explore it. Despite how disgusting he is, seeing him in such a natural, masculine state turns you on.

Even in bed, he’s surrounded by food, which he’ll simply reach over and pick at whenever he so desires. He sleeps with the pile of snacks like it’s a stack of pillows, and wears the scraps and crumbs all over his hairy, soft body with pride. In his state of “hibernation” all he wants from you is belly rubs. Belly rubs when he wakes up… belly rubs to send him off to sleep… belly rubs when he’s hungry… belly rubs when his stomach is full… and belly rubs just for the hell of it. It’s something that never ends, but you love it. Feeling his taut, warm, furry belly under your palms… picking the crumbs from his body-hair and feeding them to him… breathing in his manly funk… it’s so amazing, there’s nothing quite like it.

He’s this way for roughly three months… just through the winter, until the season ends… and for those 90-ish cold days, you two are in your own wintery wonderland together. Once the season has passed though, and the spring comes, he hops up like a jackrabbit on a sugar-high, and gets shredded in no time. In the end, it’s all for the “gains.”😂

Really, this just makes me think about a few guys…

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Things are going well at the Vore Institute.

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Exposed (Remastered) - Part 3

Final part of the new version of Exposed, written by the great Brimmingbelly04. ENJOY!

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“Fuuuuuuck!” Todd said through tightly clenched teeth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! This hurts so much!” He groaned as he slowly and awkwardly got out of bed and started waddling to the bathroom.

His hips were on fire and his legs were shaky from all the pain and pressure, not to mention the fact he was still “recovering” from having Dustin's huge cock inside him, fucking him really hard just a few minutes before. As he made his slow and ponderous way, Todd had to take several breaks. It took him so long to get to the bathroom that by the time he finally did, the tub was nearly full.

The timing couldn't have been better because from experience, Todd knew the first quadruplet was already in position. Already, things were progressing a lot faster than he'd been expecting. As such, this labor and delivery experience was also, most definitely going to be a fast one, even with two additional babies being involved.

Seeing as time was evidently going to be of the essence, even though he should've for safety reasons alone, the now very actively laboring stripper didn't wait for Dustin's help to get into the tub or into a proper birthing position. As he did, Todd felt an enormous amount of pressure at his hips and hole so he shouldn't have been as surprised as he was when he heard an audible “pop,” that was promptly followed by a loud gush of water.

As his “water” continued to spew and hit the actual water in the tub, Todd tried to calm himself. Things were moving along fast, but not that fast, right..?

“It's OK, it's OK…” he told himself as he turned off the faucet. “That's just my water breaking. I, I mean we, still have time,” he nodded. “So just calm down, Todd!” He said before falling into the rhythmic breathing he'd learned as he dealt with his current contraction.

Even though he'd expected things to happen quickly this second (really, third, fourth, fifth and sixth) time around, suddenly, everything seemed to be happening too fast despite the assurances he'd just made himself. Not even a full minute after his (first) water broke, Todd already felt the first quad descending lower into his birth canal, really ratcheting up the pain.

“OoooooOooK!” He said, his voice shaking like he was about to cry, which he very much would've had it not used up energy he was obviously otherwise going to need. “You really are in a rush to come out, huh?” He asked the first baby with an anxious laugh as it already started causing his hole to bulge and stretch. “That's OK! You're just like your… nnngggh! Big brothers!”

That was true. Same as now, right after Todd's first (ever) water broke, Declan rapidly began to descend and started making his way into the world just a few minutes later. While he'd given birth to the twins at home, fast as things were moving, Todd felt more prepared this time…

A few days prior, he'd gathered and set all the necessary supplies up right next to the tub. Plentiful towels, sterilized scissors and swaddling blankets were all ready to go when needed. Even though he was scared and anxious, Todd was ready to start pushing… He could tell he was ready to and had everything he needed, except for the newest piece of “the puzzle,” Dustin, whom he quickly and unexpectedly come to rely on.

Todd wondered what was taking him so long with the twins, but at the same time, he was glad he was there to tend to him while he readied to birth their “little” brothers. That being said, if Dustin didn't return to the bathroom soon, it was quite possible Todd might end up delivering the first quad before he arrived!

“It's OK!” He assured himself again. “I, unnnnngh! I can… I can do this! With or… without Dustin!” He nodded as his brow started dripping with sweat despite the fact he'd yet to start pushing.

Still, Todd tried to wait for Dustin. He didn't mean to start pushing before he got there, but he did, unable to help it. As he bore down and let his body do what it wanted/needed to, he closed his eyes.

As he grunted and clenched his teeth even tighter, Todd knew he was already making impressive progress with his first push. Even though he was “ready,” his hole prepped as it ever would be to birth his third son, it still hurt a lot. Already, Todd felt exhaustion racking his body almost as much as pain was, but at the same time, he still felt in control.

“OoooOooh… Come on, baby… Work with me…” he pleaded! “Why do you have to be… SO BIG?!” He cried out as he felt the first quad really start to crown, causing his hole to feel like it was on absolute fire.

Over all the noise and commotion he was making, much to his relief, Todd heard Dustin coming.

“Todd?! Where are you?” He shouted as he hurried back into the bedroom.

Surprised to find the bed empty, Dustin hurried into the bathroom. He stopped dead in his tracks in the door.

“Oh shit!” He said as he stood there, frozen in place.

“Dustin!” Todd called.

“You can't be serious?!” Dustin shouted as he shook his head. “I was only gone for like… twenty minutes, and you, you… There's already a baby coming out?!” He said as he peered beyond Todd's face to the bulge between his ass cheeks, sounding as confused and terrified as he did excited.

“Really? I hadn't noticed!” Todd shouted back, making Dustin look even more scared. “I'm sorry,” he apologized. “This just hurts a lot! Can you hold my hand, please?” He requested as he took his left from the side of the tub and held it out.

Dustin nodded as he walked over and knelt down next to him. As soon as he gave Todd his hand, he squeezed it. Hard. Dustin pressed his lips together to keep from complaining as he looked down at Todd's ass, which looked even bigger with the top of a baby's head pushing out of it (and it out in the process.)

“Are the… boys OK?” Todd asked between pushes.

Still staring at his ass, Dustin nodded and smiled. “They're fine. They fell asleep hugging me. They had a lot of questions, but I told them now we have plenty of time for them later, so they just hugged me and I hugged them,” he shook his head. “They're such good boys, Todd. You've done an amazing job with them.”

“Thanks…” Todd replied, dragging out the word as he stopped pushing.

“But I still don't understand why you did what you did? You knew I wanted a family and… And you know I loved you!” Dustin nodded as he turned to look Todd in the face, tears filling the corners of his eyes. “Why did you keep the twins from me?”

Todd definitely owed him an explanation, but was now really the time? Not really, but between since his belly wasn't contracting and he wasn't pushing at the moment, he did his best to explain.

“I thought it was best for everyone. My parents kicked me out when they found out, and I thought yours would do the same, so I…” he trailed off as he felt the next contraction starting to build. “I was trying to protect you. I wanted you to have the, nnngggh!” He grunted as he readied to start pushing again. “The life you… deserved!” He groaned as he pushed.

“The life I deserve is with you and the boys!” Dustin smiled and nodded.

Todd started to cry from all the pain and the guilt. “Oh God, I missed you… so much!” He sobbed as he somehow continued to push.

“Well I'm back now, and I…”

“Oooooh!” Todd suddenly shakily cut him off as the first baby's head popped out.

“Ohmygod!” Dustin exclaimed. “The head is out!”

“I know…” Todd panted.

“What do we… What do I? I…”

Todd chuckled. “It's OK, I promise. We have some time before you need to do anything. The baby still needs to turn.”

Dustin nodded. “So we just wait?”

“And keep talking,” Todd nodded back. “I know I already said it, but I'll say it again… I'm sorry. I knew you were bound to do great things and I didn't want me or the boys to be an anchor,” he shook his head. “Look how successful you are! That wouldn't be the case if we'd been in your life before!” He shook his head some more.

Dustin didn't respond, at least not verbally. He hated to admit it, but most of what Todd said was true. His life would've been completely different had they been together and he'd known about the boys before. Would he be so professionally successful? Probably not. But would he have been happy? Most definitely.

It was too late to change things now. If they could've done it all over again and made different choices, Dustin would've very much preferred that but since that wasn't possible, he wanted to make the most of the lives he and Todd still had ahead of them, so he leaned in and passionately kissed him on the lips.

After several seconds, he pulled back, but kept his hand on Todd's chin. “If I had to, I'd give up everything I have just to have a family with you,” he nodded before leaning in for another kiss, this one sweeter and shorter. “I hope I don't, but I would!” He winked as he pulled back again.

Dustin had no idea how much that meant to Todd, or how good his lips felt against his. Todd was about to tell him, but then the baby whose head he'd already gotten out, started to turn, making the lips of his asshole burn and stretch, bringing him back to reality.

“There's lots for us to talk about,” he said as he took his hand from Dustin and grabbed onto the tub. “But can we wait till later?” He requested with a tired smile as he waited for the baby to finish turning.

“Of course,” Dustin nodded as he used his sore, freed hand to rub Todd's tense left shoulder.

“God…” the laboring stripper groaned. “I think this baby inherited its other dad's wide shoulders!” He complained, his hole feeling like it was about to spit in two it was already so stretched.

Dustin grunted and rolled his eyes. “Can we not talk about him, please?”

Todd chuckled. “Don't be jealous… There's no need to be.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” He nodded. “He's not in the picture at all, and even if he was, now that you're back, I, oooh!” He trailed off in a groan.

“Are you OK?” Dustin asked in concern as he rubbed Todd's shoulder a little harder.

Todd nodded and winced. “The other babies… They're all kicking,” he explained. “Don't think they're… fans of the… eviction process!” He chuckled, running out of breath as he did.

“I wish there was something I could do,” Dustin said. “I hate seeing you in pain.”

“You being here is enough,” Todd replied, forcing himself to smile as he felt another contraction starting to build. “That and catching him.”

“You want me to catch him?!” Dustin asked, brows shooting almost up to his hairline.

“Please,” Todd nodded.

“What? I… How?!”

“I'll tell you what to do. It's really not that complicated, I promise,” he assured.

Dustin remained doubtful. “It's a baby!”

“A big, messy one, so you might wanna take off your shirt unless you don't mind it getting ruined.”

Quick as he could, Dustin started working on his buttons. He could afford for the shirt to be ruined, but why if he could save it?

“Do I need to get in the tub with you?” He asked once he'd shed his shirt and started reaching for his belt.

“Not yet,” Todd shook his head. “Maybe later.”

“OK.”

“Now get behind… me,” he grunted. “I'm about to start… pushing.”

Dustin sprung to his feet and hurried down to the end of the tub. “OK!” He said again as he crouched down, Todd's big, bulging ass right in front of his face, with the first quad's head hanging out of it. “Ohmygod!” He said again in amazement. “This is so…”

“Gross?” Todd guessed as he started to push.

“No!” Dustin said over his loud groan. “Amazing! Holy shit! The left shoulder is…”

“I know…”

“Now the right! Already? Jesus, Todd! Slow…”

“Can't!” Todd wailed as he continued to push even though the contraction he was experiencing was starting to peter off.

Obviously, contractions helped (a lot,) but they weren't necessary. What was necessary at the moment was for Todd to clear both of the first baby's shoulders because once he did, the rest would be relatively easy. And quick, which meant he needed to get Dustin up to speed.

“Get ready… Once both shoulders are… out, carefully reach under his arms and… gently pull,” he huffed out as he continued to apply strong but gentle pressure to his hole.

“Pull?!”

“When I tell you to. Slowly and gently.”

“But won't that…”

“Oh, and make sure to, nnnnnnnnngh!” Todd groaned again. “Support his… head!”

“With what?!”

“Your… forearms!”

“My…”

“He's coming, Dustin!” Todd shouted as his next contraction hit.

The force of it, combined with his overly sustained push, suddenly caused the first quadruplet to start rapidly exiting his body, brutally stretching his hole as the baby's right shoulder fully emerged. Todd hollered at the sudden commotion happening behind him, including Dustin not so carefully but quickly, working his hands under the baby's arms. Good news was, he had three more to perfect his technique…

“I've got him! I've got him!” Dustin shouted as he properly did as instructed and slowly and gently pulled the rest of the baby out, even though Todd hadn't told him to.

It was 12:20 AM on March 4, 2023.

“Good… job,” a breathless Todd said as he slumped slightly forward. “Now, take a towel and… carefully clean out his nose and mouth. He needs to… cry.”

“Does he have to?” Dustin asked, sounding like he didn't like the idea as he grabbed one of the many, nearby towels.

“Yes…” Todd chuckled as he let his forehead rest against the cool, porcelain of the edge of the tub. “That's how we… know he's… breathing,” he explained as he himself struggled to do just that.

“OK,” Dustin relented as he carefully did as instructed.

A few seconds later, the first quadruplet to be born started to wail. It was loud and ready but beautiful nonetheless. Both Todd and Dustin released sighs of relief before breaking into quiet, excited giggles.

“Ohmygod!” Dustin said as he cradled the newborn against his bare, muscular chest. “He's all messy, just like you said he'd be, but he's still so cute! Welcome to the world, little guy… You look just like your daddy!” He gushed as he continued to clean the baby up.

Dustin might not've realized it yet, but Todd already did… He was a natural father. From how he already showed his love and affection for the twins that biologically belonged to him, to how well he'd handled the birth of a baby that didn't. He was amazing, but again, Todd already knew that.

As the baby continued to cry and he continued to try and catch his breath, he explained to Dustin how to cut the cord. Dustin was anxious and worried that the baby continued to wail and needed reassurance that was totally normal and he would stop as soon as he had his first meal, but in order for that to happen, first, he needed to cut the cord.

Todd worried this part of the labor and delivery process was where Dustin might reveal his “true colors” in terms of his lack of experience, but once again, he did an amazing job. Not long after he cut and tied off the cord, he carefully stood and came back around to the side of the tub and handed the baby over to Todd, who'd worked himself up to a kneeling position.

“Hey there, big boy…” he cooed. “Shh, shh… Daddy's here and he has… something for you,” he said as he took the large newborn and moved it to his left nipple, which he immediately latched onto and went silent, aside from the sounds of his sucks.

“Wow…” Dustin said quietly as he stood there watching. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you,” Todd quietly replied as he watched his third born feed.

“Something tells me you could've…”

“Probably,” he chuckled. “But still…”

“He's so cute!”

“He really is…” he agreed.

“So seeing as the other dad isn't at all in the picture, I guess that means we have three sons now, with three more on the way, huh?” Dustin asked as he carefully reached out and ran his left pointer finger over the suckling baby's forehead.

Todd's eyes bulged almost as much as his belly still did as he looked up at him. “What?!”

“I meant it when I said I want to be with you,” Dustin slowly nodded. “I want to be with you in every way, including as the father to all your children. All our children if you'll let me?” He said, sounding uncharacteristically nervous as he waited for a response.

The response he got wasn't necessarily the one he'd been expecting, but once he got over the shock of it, he decided to take it. It was the answer that mattered, after all…

“You can't be serious?!” Todd laughed.

“Can't I?”

“After all this time? After what I did?! I…”

“I still love you, Todd…”

“And I never stopped loving you!” Todd laughed again as he started to cry happy tears. “You're the man of my dreams, Dustin! I'd love for you to be their dad!”

“I'd love that too,” Dustin smiled down at him.

“You're sure?”

“I've never been more sure in all my life,” he nodded as he leaned in to kiss Todd on the lips.

“Wow…” Todd said in amazement once they'd parted. He looked down at the big baby boy, who was still chugging happily away at his nipple. “Baby, say hi to your Dad… He's pretty new to all this but apparently, he learns really fast!” He chuckled as he looked up at Dustin again.

“I love you so much already,” Dustin said as he leaned down and kissed the baby on his crown. “I can't wait to meet and love your brothers too!” He said as he reached out and gave the top of Todd's still enormous belly a gentle rub.

Gentle as it was, his touch did the trick. Almost immediately, Todd's belly started to contract again and his whole body went tense.

“Oooook…” he said as he hurriedly handed the baby back to Dustin. “I think it's time to get ready for the next one.”

“Are you sure?” Dustin asked as he quickly but carefully set the baby down in a nearby basket filled with towels.

Todd was sure and was about to say so, but before he got the chance, his body answered for him in the form of more amniotic fluid suddenly gushing from his loose hole.

“He's coming,” he smiled weakly as Dustin returned to his side and helped him get back into pushing position.

For the next half hour, Todd pushed. He tried to be as quiet as he could because the first baby had fallen asleep. At 12:50 AM, Dustin caught the second baby, another large boy. With a little experience now under his belt, this time, the process wasn't as jarring and it didn't take as long as it had the first time before Todd was holding the latest boy he'd birthed.

As Dustin carefully handed him over, his joy and pride were evident from the gleam in his eyes and the huge smile plastered to his handsome face.

“You're doing such an amazing job, Todd,” he quietly complimented as he watched the other man position the second baby for its first meal.

“You're not doing too bad yourself,” Todd replied with a tired smile.

“Just two more to go,” Dustin smiled and nodded, causing Todd to groan.

“Don't remind me!”

“You're halfway there!”

“Ugh…”

Todd didn't have much time to complain, let alone try and catch his breath. Just a few minutes after pushing out the second baby, his body went tense again and his belly resumed its painful clenching. Todd had hoped the contractions would become more bearable but now that his belly had lost two of its inhabitants, his stretched out abdominal muscles had to work extra hard to work the remaining babies down and out.

The good news was that as tired as he was, needless to say, his birth canal and hole had both loosened a lot, so even though his pushes weren't as strong as they'd been during the first two deliveries, they were fruitful. Just fifteen minutes after Todd started pushing again, Dustin was catching the third baby at 1:10 on the dot.

The third baby's feet were still inside Todd when already, he started to cry. Once again, Dustin did a great job. He seemed really comfortable and even confident now despite the fact his muscled torso was all wet and sticky from all the various birth fluids.

“Just one more to go,” he smiled down at Todd as he quickly fed the third boy, already feeling the stirrings of his next contraction. “You're amazing, Todd. Simply amazing.”

“Thanks. Just to be clear, I never planned on being so good at making or having babies,” Todd chuckled.

“Well, you are!” Dustin winked before leaning in for a careful kiss on the lips so as not to disturb their newest son as he ate.

Soon, Todd felt the need to start pushing again. He was so sore and genuinely worried his insides might start coming out with his next push, but he had to… Dustin took the third quad and gently placed him with his brothers before returning to the foot of the tub but this time, he didn't crouch. No this time, he set to taking off his pants, though he left his jockstrap on as he climbed in, much to Todd's surprise.

“What are you doing?” He asked over his shoulder.

“I want to be with you,” Dustin replied. “Is that OK?”

“It's fine with me,” Todd nodded as ever so slowly, he transitioned himself so he was leaning back against the bed of the tub. “Help me put my legs up,” he requested.

Working together, he and Dustin got his knees raised and spread over the sides of the tub. This raised Todd's ass up off the bottom and caused it to stick out, making it look all the bigger. His belly on the other hand, looked much, much smaller now that there was only one baby left in it. Once he was in position, Dustin moved forward, got between Todd's knees and then gave his belly a sweet kiss.

“Last one,” he smiled once he'd straightened back up.

“Thank God!” Todd groaned.

“So I was thinking…”

“Yeah?”

“This place is nice and all, but it's not big enough for all of us,” Dustin shook his head. “My place is, though, so I want you all to move in.”

“Seriously?” Todd grinned, even as he started to push for the fourth and thankfully, final time.

Dustin nodded. “Seriously. It's plenty big and…”

“I wouldn't be…” Todd paused to grunt. “Able to pay much,” he shook his head. “I got a great deal… here, so…”

“Don't worry about money.”

“But…”

“Todd, if you'll let me take care of you, you don't have to worry about anything anymore,” Dustin smiled, then smiled wider as he watched the final quadruplets’ head already start to crown.

That happy promise gave Todd the strength he needed to get the fourth baby out on his next push. As soon as Dustin caught him at 1:35 AM, Todd let out a huge sigh of relief as he collapsed back against the tub, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Physically, he was so sore and exhausted but emotionally, Todd couldn't have been any happier or more in love with him and Dustin's new family.

As Dustin cut the cord and readied the fourth and final quad for his first meal, Todd started imagining their new life together. Had he not been so sore and tired, he would've thought he was in a dream. He knew Dustin was going to be an absolutely amazing father and partner.

Todd might not've had any more babies inside him, but he still had to deliver the placenta. After having grown and housed four very big boys, the organ was quite large, but it was also quite pliable, so it only took two more good pushes for him to get it out. When Dustin saw it, he got grossed out for the first time that late night/early morning, but he did a good job keeping his real thoughts to himself as he reached back into the now murky water with towel-covered hands and removed the large mass from the tub as Todd gave their newest boy his first meal.

Once the baby was done eating, Dustin took him, wrapped him in a blanket and placed him with his former womb mates. Next, he helped Todd lower his legs and braced his feet on the bottom of the tub so he could rest a few minutes as the water drained.

When the tub that now definitely needed a thorough cleaning was empty, Dustin helped Todd stand, then assisted him out of the tub and over to the walk-in shower. As he made his way, small, delicate and careful as the steps he took were, Todd thought for sure some of his insides were going to fall right out of his still sore and gaping hole, but of course, nothing did. After starting the shower and making sure Todd was steady on his still swollen feet, Dustin left him to clean up while he brought the quadruplets one by one into the bedroom.

Hot and sweaty as he was after giving birth four times in a row in rapid succession, the warm shower still felt great to Todd. The pulsating water helped relax his overworked muscles and definitely helped make him feel cleaner. As he gingerly lathered himself with body wash, Todd couldn't help but be grossed out by how soft and flabby his previous super taut belly was…

He hated how he was able to mush his fingers into it. Since he'd just given birth, Todd's belly was still quite bloated, making him look like he was seven or so months along with one big baby, but that was nothing compared to the small planet he'd recently been lugging around. That being said, his now empty belly was still a lot bigger than he would've preferred, so all Todd could do was hope that it would shrink and firm back up again as quick as it had after he'd given birth to the twins.

“I'll just say it so you don't have to…” he said quietly to Dustin as he entered the bedroom at a waddle, with nothing but a towel around his waist following his shower. “I know I still look pregnant, but I'm not!” He assured.

“You sure about that?” Dustin teased as he walked over and gently placed his big hands on his hips.

“Yes, I'm sure!” Todd rolled his eyes before throwing his head back and sighing, “I know I still have some weight to lose, but I already feel about 100 lbs lighter!” He said as he looked over at his bed, where Dustin had lined their four newest boys, all of whom were sleeping, all swaddled up side by side, right in front of the pillows.

“They're gorgeous, Todd,” Dustin said as he leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “I already love them so much.”

“As much as the twins?” Todd asked before he could stop himself.

“Honestly?” Dustin asked, sounding hesitant.

“Honestly,” Todd nodded. “You know you can tell me the truth,” he nodded some more. “I won't be…”

“Honestly… Right now, I think I love them more than the twins,” Dustin admitted.

To say Todd was surprised was an understatement… Honestly, he was shocked.

“What? You can't be serious!” He shook his head. “The twins…”

“I know the twins actually are mine,” Dustin gently cut him off as he carefully leaned his muscled body in and pressed it against his. “So don't get me wrong…” he shook his head. “Of course, I love them with all my heart,” he assured. “But the reason I might love these four a little more right now is because I was here when they were born… I helped,” he nodded before asking, “Does that make sense?”

“It does,” Todd nodded. “Now don't get me wrong, but you're gonna go back to loving them all the same, right?”

“Of course,” Dustin confirmed. “But not yet.”

“Why not?” Todd frowned.

“Because right now, I wanna make sure you know how much I love you…”

“Oh?” He raised his brows.

“Uh huh…” Dustin nodded as he suddenly knelt down in front of him.

“What're you doing?” Todd asked.

“You might not be hard now…” Dustin said as he untucked the towel and let it fall to the ground behind Todd. “But don't think I didn't notice how hard you were while you were giving birth to our sons…”

“Who are right there!” Todd whispered hissed as he suddenly found himself naked again.

“They're asleep!” Dustin whispered back. “But you should probably try and keep quiet!” He chuckled in the same manner as he looked Todd up and down. “God…” he shook his head slowly. “I love you any way you look, but I've gotta say…” he shook it some more. “I loved the way you looked with that giant belly…”

“You're crazy!” Todd quietly giggled.

“Crazy for you…”

“So corny!” He groaned.

“Anyway…” Dustin giggled back. “I think you still look so hot right this very second,” he nodded as he moved his hands up to cup and frame the underside of Todd's still sizable, but much smaller and more pliant belly.

“Ohmygod!” Todd quietly exclaimed as he tossed his head back and closed his eyes.

Till that moment, he thought he'd wanted nothing more than to lay down and go to sleep while he had the chance, before any number of the quads (or the twins for that matter) needed his attention, but now that Dustin was once again paying special attention to him, he was willing to wait, and maybe even possibly forgo his chance at getting some rest. Whatever Dustin was about to do, something told him it was going to be worth it…

“What're you doing, Dus…” Todd started to ask, only to cut himself off and coo as he got his answer. “Oooo…”

As he moved his hands back to Todd's hips, Dustin leaned in and stooped a bit to take the big, soft head of his dick into his mouth. In an instant, the recently quadruplet-filled stripper was rock hard, and filling his partner's mouth, giving him a lot more to play with and pleasure, and giving him every reason to forget about how sore and tired he was.

Todd's entire body shivered as Dustin started blowing him. At first, he was slow and sensual, but not for long… After just thirty or so seconds of languid pleasure, all of a sudden, Dustin really upped his ante and started devouring Todd's once again, fully engorged member with gusto.

“Oooh, fuuuuuuck!” Todd moaned.

Dustin moaned back around and against his dick, sending shivers up and down his spine, speaking of which, Todd was finally, almost able to fully straighten again, now that he was in fact almost 100 lbs lighter (well, maybe not quite, but still…) Not even a full minute into the first blowjob he'd received in some time and already, he was close to blowing…

“Fuuuuck, Dustin…” Todd moaned out again. “I'm gonna… I'm ‘'bout to…”

“Mmmmhmmm!” Dustin encouraged with another nod as he further picked up his pace and efforts, suctioning his lips around the base of his cock as he continued bobbing his head forward and back.

“OoooOooh fuuuuuuck!” Todd screamed, his left hand flying to cover his mouth to try and quiet himself as he came in buckets deep and far down Dustin's throat.

“Mmmm…” Dustin moaned again as he continued to bob and now swallow.

“Fuuuuuuck!”Todd squeaked as he bucked his aching hips against Dustin's lips. “Oooh, babe…”

“You like that?” Dustin asked several seconds later, after popping his dick out of his mouth, holding it by its base and his tightened nutsack in his fist.

“Like it?!” Todd laughed. “I LOVED it!” He nodded as he smirked down at Dustin, his legs suddenly wobbling.

“Whoa, there…”

“I need to… Need to lay down…” Todd panted and then yawned. Obviously and rightfully so, he was exhausted. “But the… the babies…”

“One sec…” Dustin said as he quickly stood. “Well, maybe more than one…” he admitted. “But I'll be quick!” He promised as he dashed over to the bed and seemingly expertly, grabbed two of the quads at once, one in each arm, and then carried them over to the first of the two large bassinets in the room and gently placed them into it, before going back to retrieve the other two and carrying them off to the other.

Shaky as his legs were, Todd remained standing where he was and watched. Had he not already fallen in love with Dustin years ago, he would've fully, right then and there. Once all of the quads, who miraculously, remained asleep through all the noise their birthing father had made and their transfers, had been placed, Dustin came back over to Todd and stood in front of him, smiling with his eyes and mouth, making him fall in love with him all over again…

“Now, let me put you in bed,” Dustin said.

“Please…” Todd nodded. “You're gonna stay, right?” He asked as with Dustin's right arm wrapped around his waist, he slowly started waddling to his side of the bed.

“No, I'm not staying the night,” Dustin shook his head as he pulled the cover and sheets back and helped ease him down onto the mattress.

“Why not?” Todd frowned up at him.

“Because, Todd…” Dustin smiled back. “I'm staying the rest of our lives, now get some rest,” he nodded as he tucked him in. “I'll take care of everything and everyone, unless any of the babies need feeding,” he said as he kissed Todd on the lips.

****

Incredibly, all four of the quads slept through their first external night. So did Todd. Apparently, being born was as exhausting as it was to give birth…

When Todd woke late that morning, it was to the sound of the babies softly cooing. He opened his eyes and saw all four of his newest sons wide awake but content, wearing pajamas he didn't remember them having on before he fell asleep.

Dustin…

Todd was quiet and mindful as he got out of bed. As he suspected, he was still quite sore but thankfully, not as much as he had been right after giving birth four times in a row… He walked over, leaned down, and gently kissed each of the boys on the forehead.

“Daddy'll be right back to feed you breakfast,” promised. “He just needs to use the bathroom first,” he said as he carefully turned and tottered away, no longer waddling, but not back to his normal gait just yet either.

When he got into the bathroom, Todd was surprised again. It and everything in it, including the tub, was pristine. Everything was spotless, tidy and back in place following all the messy chaos earlier that morning.

Once again, Dustin.

“I could really get used to this,” Todd muttered to himself as he peed standing in front of the toilet for the first time in months. “But I won't,” he shook his head. “We'll work together, of course.”

After peeing, he washed his hands and brushed his teeth before returning to the bedroom, where he grabbed two of the quadruplets, all of whom still needed to be named. As he got situated in bed with them and readied to feed, Todd wondered if Dustin would want to help or had any suggestions? He hoped so. They were their boys, after all…

Not long after both boys latched on, Dustin entered the room carrying a tray, wearing only a pair of Todd's sweatpants from between pregnancies, slung low on his trim hips. Just a few smaller steps behind him, Declan and Taron entered, each with a plate in hand.

“Mornin’, sunshine!” Dustin cheerily greeted.

“Morning,” Todd smiled. “Someone was busy this morning! Did you even sleep?”

“Only a little,” Dustin admitted. “But don't worry, I'm fine.”

“Being a parent is exhausting,” Todd belatedly warned, hoping he wouldn't scare Dustin off but already knowing at the same time, he wouldn't.

“Yeah… I'm quickly coming to understand that, but I love it!” Dustin winked at him as he leaned in for a kiss. “And just so you know…” he said as he straightened back up. “I told the twins I'd carry their plates in for them, but they told me that they were big boys and could do it themselves!”

“And we did ‘cause we are!” Declan proudly proclaimed.

“We wanted to eat with you and meet the babies!” Taron said.

“That's so sweet boys,” Todd smiled. “The babies are excited to meet you too,” he nodded.

“I hope you got some much needed and well-deserved rest?” Dustin asked.

“I…” Todd started to reply but then Declan cut him off.

“Daddy! We helped Dad make you breakfast!”

“You did?!” Todd replied, making it sound like that was the most exciting news ever.

Declan nodded. “But he's the one who burned the pancakes!” He was quick to call out as he pointed at his Dad.

His Dad. Dustin…

Dustin laughed. “What the heck, Dec?! That was supposed to be our secret!” He shook his head before turning it to look back at Todd. “I swear, I make the best pancakes, but I was more than a little distracted by my helpers this morning!” He explained with a discreet eye roll only Todd could see.

“Oh, I'm sure!” He laughed.

As he did, Todd felt like he was about to cry… He almost couldn't believe his eyes… Dustin, his perfect man, the man of his dreams, was standing there in front of him, wearing his freaking sweatpants (and looking oh so sexy in them.) Not only that, he'd cleaned the bathroom, dressed and diapered the quads, and then had gone on to “help” the twins make breakfast…

Todd couldn't believe that all of a sudden, this was his life?!

“Is something wrong?” Dustin asked him as he frowned. “Why are you staring at me like that..?”

For the next several seconds, Todd didn't know what to say? Dustin looked equally cute (hot/handsome/sexy) as he did concerned as he waited for an answer.

“I'm just… Just taking everything in,” he finally said. “Everything that's happened in what, the last day? It's a lot!” Todd laughed as he slowly shook his head. “But it's good!” He quickly assured. “All of it!” He nodded before asking, “Am I crazy, or did you dress the quads?”

“I did,” Dustin confirmed with a big nod and grin, looking really proud. “I also found the diapers and put them on so they wouldn't make a mess,” he shared. “But then they did, but it's OK!” He nodded. “I changed them like…” he looked down at the watch on his wrist. “Two hours ago, so we should be good a little longer.”

“Was this, I mean those, your first time changing diapers?” Todd asked.

Dustin nodded.

“And no issues?”

“I don't think so?” He shook his head.

“Jesus, Dustin!” Todd laughed. “Is there anything you can't do?”

“Oh, don't you worry!” Dustin laughed. “There's still plenty of things I can't do, but for you and our boys, I'll learn whatever I need to in order to be a good dad, and…” he paused. “A good husband.”

“Hu-husb-husband?!” Todd haltingly repeated as his eyes shot wide open.

“I mean, if you want me in your life like that?” Dustin said as he looked down, all shy and bashful.

Todd looked from the nameless quads, the two suckling away at his chest and the others still over in the crib, then over at Declan and Taron as they set their plates down and then carefully climbed onto the bed to join him. Everyone seemed to just be waiting for his answer, even if they were busy eating, or about to…

“I'm definitely not opposed to marriage,” Todd shook his head as he offered Dustin his closest hand. As soon as he took it and gently squeezed it, he continued. “But just so we don't jinx ourselves, I think we need to take it one step at a time, don't you?” He asked.

Dustin sighed. “Yeah, you're probably right… But we're gonna be taking steps in that direction, aren't we?”

“I hope so!” Todd smiled and nodded.“‘Cause I love you, Dustin Bauer!”

“I love you too, Todd Bilek,” Dustin nodded back, beautiful eyes shining bright. “And you too, Declan Bilek…” he paused as he rubbed Declan's head. “Bauer. And you too, Taron Bilek-Bauer,” he said as he did the same to him.

The twins responded in a fit of giggles and shouted confirmations of their returned love, that made both of their parents grin and giggle before Todd suddenly got a little more serious again…

“And what about the babies?” He asked.

“Our nameless sons?” Dustin asked back.

“Yeah, those four…” Todd rolled his eyes.

“What about them?”

“Well…” he sighed. “I know you love them just as much, but do you have any thoughts on names?”

“Do you?”

“A few…” Todd nodded. “But if you…”

“May I?” Dustin cut him off.

“Sure,” Todd nodded again.

“No, seriously…” Dustin, his future husband, stressed. “Can I…” he hesitated. “Can I…”

“You can name them,” Todd confirmed. “Actually, not only would it be oddly fitting, but I'd love that.”

“Yeah..?”

“Don't ask me again, Dus…” Todd started to warn, only for Dustin to cut him off.

“Marcus, Matthew, Micah and Miles…” Dustin quickly listed off, because unknown to his future husband, he already had a list of baby names he'd been saving for “whenever the time was right,” which apparently, was now… “Bauer,” he quietly finished.

“Just Bauer?” Todd asked.

“Do you want to hyphenate their names too, ‘cause…”

“No!” He shook his head. “I'm just…”

“Surprised I'd give them my last name?”

Todd nodded. “I…”

“I went ahead and gave the twins my last name too, didn't I?” Dustin asked. “I know it's a bit preemptive, but I also know that you're going to take my last name too, so…” he trailed off while sounding just as serious as ever. “I don't mean to push things, but… Really!” He nodded again. “I want you all to move in with me as soon as possible!”

“Dustin, I…”

“Like I said… You don't have to worry about anything!” Dustin shook his head. “I can and will buy whatever you, and all the boys need.”

“But why?” Todd asked before he could stop himself.

“Why?!” Dustin asked with a laugh. “Because I love you! All of you, with all my heart! Which means I want you to quit your job effective immediately, and let me take care of the rest, ‘cause you, Todd Bilek, are the man I've always dreamed of being with, so will you let me make my dream come true?” He asked as he raised his brows and extended his arms.

“You're gonna have to come in for that hug you so deserve!” Todd smiled and nodded as his eyes clouded with tears. “You didn't know it till when, just yesterday?” He laughed. “But you've always been the man of my dreams!” He nodded again.

“Is that so?”

“So, and more!”

“You don't know how happy I am to hear that!” Dustin said as he leaned in and kissed Todd again, more passionately than he ever had till then.

The End

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