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[dyzbear]

Glorious

“Oh, here he comes,” nodded Anna towards the entrance door. “Quarter to eight every Friday night, without fail!”

Bobby turned his head to gaze excitedly towards their regular customer; his personal favorite since he had started working at this buffet place back in September. Although he didn’t know the guy’s name, he knew enough to recognise him as one of the college football players; eye-wateringly tall and incredibly muscular, despite only being nineteen. Underneath his large arm was yet another new girl, short and petite beside him. She’d dressed up well, clearly hoping to impress him, much like all the others. Yet Bobby had never seen this guy ever come here on a second date with the same person, and this girl was about to experience why that was.

It was often said that within the four walls of this all-you-can-eat restaurant, the staff would see the absolute worst traits of humanity. After seating them and serving the drinks, the workers watched from afar as the football player set to his mission of devouring plate after plate, hardly making any conversation at all. It was the same routine every week; the girls would always start off looking so smitten and then gradually become quite surprised at how much focus their date had in gorging himself like some sort of competitive eater. They would often go quiet during the middle part of the meal, merely watching in surprise at first, followed by a distinct glare of disgust at their date. One by one, folks from the surrounding tables would start to notice and nudge the others they were seated with to look across. Such disdain was shared by Bobby’s colleagues, hardly able to look as the guy stuffed and packed himself as hard as he could. Sure, there were plenty of older, fat folks who came in and tried to do this too, gaming the system by eating as much as they could. Yet, Bobby hadn’t witnessed anyone capable of eating as much as the handsome guy seated now. 

Bobby had always thought himself strange and quirky, with a somewhat alternative taste in guys. However, he had never considered himself so different to those around him than when he was watching the handsome guy eating. The indulgence, gluttony and greed, it seemed to him like the most masculine and arousing thing he had ever seen. So whilst others tutted and grumbled in disapproval, he was actually struggling to hide how incredibly turned on he was at the sight.

“Seven, eight, nine… that’s ten full plates this evening!” Bobby smirked, attending to their table. “One more and you’d have the house record!” he joked, stacking them all up on his forearm.

The guy grinned, leaning back and rubbing his bloated midsection. “Well, in that case…” he chuckled, beginning to get himself up for one final round.

“Matt, please don’t!” called out his date reaching across to his large hand. “You can’t go up again. It’s embarrassing!” She turned to Bobby instead. “Can we just have the check, please?”

Bobby looked a little confused, knowing the glutton’s routine by now. “But you’ve not had any of the desserts yet,” he reminded them.

“Exactly!” nodded Matt, smirking as he got up to fetch some more food for himself.

Huffing in annoyance, the girl dipped her hands into her purse and threw a few notes on the table before storming off. Bobby stood there awkwardly, wondering whether he should say something to make her stay. After taking the plates, he returned to the table just as Matt was making his way back with his eleventh plate of food.

“She’s really gone already?” he asked Bobby; surprised but not seeming overly offended.

“Her loss!” Bobby smiled consolingly, noticing that Matt had stacked this final plate higher than any of the others; his muscular stomach bloating up a treat. “Would you like another beer?”

Already chewing, the greedy man nodded and grunted in agreement, hunched over and eagerly spotting the cash that had been left on the table; more than enough to pay for his date’s meal, as well as a few drinks for himself. 

“You’re not getting tired, are you?” Bobby teased, returning to the table moments later with the beer, to see Matt holding his stretched-out stomach. “I’ve yet to see you not clear a plate.”

Matt wiped a little sweat off his brow and chuckled at his endeavor. “Oh, don’t you worry,” he grinned. “I’ll finish it. Then I’m going to hit the ice cream!”

“Would you like me to fetch you some?” Bobby asked, surprising even himself at his eagerness. 

Matt looked up at him and smiled. He knew just as well as any of the customers that the people who worked here didn’t collect food items for their patrons. “Sure!” he cried, delighted. “But don’t skimp on the…”

“Chocolate sauce and brownie pieces,” Bobby shot back, chuckling. “It’s not my first time serving your table,” he joked, setting straight off.

There was an excited ball of energy swirling inside Bobby’s lungs as he began dispensing the ice cream. All of this would soon be inside that beautiful, greedy guy’s body. He wanted to make it look the best that it could: enticing and indulgent.

“Ooo! I like the layering!” Matt marvelled as he handed over his now empty plate and exchanged it for the sundae that had been made for him.

“We get a lot of folks who like their ice cream in here. I’ve learned a thing or two,” Bobby smiled back, lingering to see the man take his first spoonful. His admiration seemed to shine through; being so short and slender himself, he couldn’t help looking up to these big, greedy guys with complete awe.

Despite being alone at his table now, Matt gorged himself happily, getting up again and again for multiple other desserts. Bobby felt elated that he had at last developed a rapport with the guy he had been crushing on for so long now. Continuing to clear plates and bowls, jokingly keep count with him.

“You’d better get him out of here or he’s going to throw up,” the manager, Jessica, suddenly whispered to Bobby.

“He’s fine,” Bobby shot back. He looked across at that perfect, gluttonous specimen, knowing that he could handle it. Even if the worst did happen and he threw up, what did it matter to him? Bobby was finishing in five minutes anyway.

“Get him the check and move him out,” Jessica growled uncompromisingly, rather concerned that Bobby didn’t share her justified worries. 

Sighing, Bobby did as he was told, apologising to Matt as he went over to him and gave him the usual line about the time allocated to the tables and the need for him to finish up. “Probably for the best,” Matt grunted, looking stretched out and stuffed. He paid up, huffing and groaning from the tightness. Then, in his own time, he stood up to leave, eyes watching him all the way to the exit as he clutched his now clearly distended stomach.

Bobby grabbed his jacket, happy to finish early and avoid the clean up, then headed out into the chilly night. He hadn’t made it out of the car park when a horn sounded and lights flashed from a truck that suddenly pulled up alongside him. “You heading back up to the campus?” asked Matt, sliding down his window to offer a lift.

It was a chilly night. Surprised, but nodding keenly, Bobby gratefully accepted the offer, hopping around to the passenger side. He’d seen this huge truck parked up on campus so many times, but he had always assumed it belonged to one of the guys in security. It didn’t seem like a reasonable vehicle for a nineteen year old second year student to be driving around in, yet it also appeared o suit Matt perfectly: big, bold and thirsty, just like him.

“Excuse the mess,” Matt chuckled as Bobby’s foot kicked a large pile of take out cartons and boxes filling up the footwell. “I meant to clean that out before.”

“It’s okay,” Bobby smiled back, buckling himself in and trying not to stare at the bloated stomach on the guy that was turning him on so much. There was an arousing, masculine musk inside the truck, with so many clear indications of Matt’s great appetite for food.

“So, how did I do?” Matt asked, starting to drive out onto the road. It was obvious what he was referring to, seeming pumped and proud of himself for how insanely he had attacked the buffet.

“My manager was getting pretty worried,” Bobby admitted, getting a sense that it was exactly the type of thing Matt wanted to hear.

Matt laughed heartily, clearly delighted. “I thought as much,” he nodded. “She kept on looking at me. And not in a good way!”

“We get a few folks like you who come in, clearly knowing how to play it. They avoid the breads and the pasta that they know will fill them up too fast, and they always eat so much that there is no hope of the restaurant turning a profit. You seem to have an instinctive knowledge of which items are the most expensive for us to serve up as well.”

Again, Matt laughed, his face a picture of delight. He appeared to like being told how clever he was, and asked Bobby to elaborate on several of his points. Even as they parked up on the campus a few minutes later, Matt was still questioning Bobby on the ins and outs of the buffet and how best to get way more than his money’s worth.

“Of course, that all depends on whether you could eat that much,” Bobby rambled on, having just listed the ten best things to consume if Matt wanted to ensure he made the most of his money. “Not many people can. But it’s always fun when there’s a big, greedy guy in and he’s properly going for it.”

There was a pumped energy to Matt as he listened, taking in every word like it was the most thrilling conversation of his life. “And what do those types of guys look like?” he asked excitedly. “Do you spot them as soon as they come in?”

Bobby hummed as he thought how best to answer the question. “You can usually identify them pretty easily. They’re generally pretty massive, carrying fairly enormous guts on them. We don’t often get the more athletic types, like you, who can eat that much. That’s partly why you stand out so clearly. Do you do some competitive eating contests or something? You’re actually the best I’ve ever seen.”

“The trick is to work on stretching out your stomach,” Matt replied enthusiastically, turning a little to face Bobby better. “I’ve been working on some exercises for weeks and I pop a couple of these before a meal,” he stated, passing Bobby a small bottle of what seemed to be appetite enhancers.

“I’ve seen this brand before,” Bobby nodded, obvioudly surprising Matt that he knew anything at all about appetite stimulants. “Do they work? I’ve heard conflicting things about them.”

Matt’s eyes were practically dancing now, his mouth wide in a smile as he nodded ecstatically. “Yeah, I read the same things!” he smiled in delight, turning even more to face Bobby better. “But I still had to give them a go. I’m a greedy guy anyway, so I’m not sure if the effect is purely psychological,” he chuckled, seemingly captivated by Bobby and everything that came out of his mouth.

“There’s another brand…” Bobby tried to think. “I know it only came out recently, but…”

All at once, Matt was upon him; his lips crashing into Bobby’s as he took him in a deep kiss, right there in the truck. They stayed that way for several moments, coming out for a brief pause, before heading straight back in. Upon the second wave of kisses, hands began to explore bodies and Matt grabbed one of Bobby’s wrists, placing his hand very directly on the bloated, swollen stomach that had been created that night. As Bobby began to rub, the guy moaned with pleasure; his kisses becoming even more manic. He hopped out of the truck, heading back into the halls and ushering for Bobby to follow him. Then off they went up the stairs to Matt’s bedroom, where they stripped and made each other climax until they were contentedly sleeping, side by side.

At some point in the early hours, Bobby began to feel a little insecure. He’d done this before; been caught up in a romantic session with a supposedly ‘straight’ guy and then ended up being ignored by them ever since. This whole thing with Matt would undoubtedly end the same way when the stud woke up and realised that he wasn’t sharing a bed with the hot girl he had taken out for dinner the night before, but rather some comparitively weedy, nerdy guy from across the campus. Bobby hadn’t realised just how much shorter than Matt he was until they had walked up to his room; his body slender and little more than slightly toned. Matt, on the other hand, was a gorgeous, large hunk; his long, hairy legs sticking out of the bed as he slept, without a need for the covers over his powerful body that pumped out a ridiculous amount of heat. Bobby couldn’t bear to see the look of regret on Matt’s face the next morning. Last night had been the best experience of his life so far, so why not bottle it and keep it safe, without the inevitably painful after-taste?

“Hey, Bobby! Can I have a word?” Matt called out a couple of days later, running to catch up as he saw him heading towards a class with a couple of his friends.

Bobby’s friends looked upwards at the towering hunk and then back to Bobby. How did this hunky guy know Bobby? In what possible circumstances could such opposing personalities have crossed paths? Yet, their curiosity would have to wait as Bobby looked at them both, sending them on and promising to catch them up.

“You snuck out without saying goodbye on Friday night,” Matt mumbled, sounding more than a little confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I just didn’t think you’d want me there in the morning,” Bobby replied. “I didn’t want you to have to stress, sneaking me out of your building.”

“Sneak you out?” Matt asked, getting closer to Bobby, his fingertips stroking Bobby’s arms. “I’ve never felt better connected to anyone in my entire life than I did on Friday night.”

Bobby’s heart skipped a beat. Was this giant, handsome stud really saying this to him? “I wasn’t sure that you would still feel the same way in the morning,” he replied; the legacy of being spurned by several guys resonating through his low tones. But as Matt’s large hand pulled up his chin, he stared hard into the eyes of the man he knew he could fall pathetically in love with. Then, as the towering man stooped and kissed him right there on the busy campus, Bobby did not resist.

“Come on,” Matt smiled sweetly, pulling Bobby’s hand. “I’ll drive you to your class.”

Bobby thought it best not to go empty-handed when he went over to Matt’s room that night. In a bag, he carried a pack of beers his cousin had bought him. Beer had always tasted disgusting to Bobby, which was why they had been sitting unused under his bed for months. He’d been told that they were watching a movie and, not knowing which snacks Matt would prefer, he’d brought a selection: popcorn, honey-glazed nuts, ice cream and cookies. After kissing him sweetly upon his arrival, Matt dug through the bag greedily, ripping the bag of nuts open immediately and inspecting the nutritional information on the back. “There’re almost six hundred calories in this bag alone!” he smiled excitedly.

Concentrating on the movie was not easy. Slurping on the beers, rummaging through the popcorn, cookies and nuts, Matt was more than a distraction. He’d poured the now runny ice cream into a vast novelty beer tankard that he had on his shelf and began sipping from it.

“Do you eat like this all the time?” Bobby asked, unable to hide the arousal in his voice as he watched the greedy boy in action.

Continuing to chomp, the handsome man grinned at him. “I try to,” he nodded.

“Are we still going to order in pizza afterwards as well?” Bobby asked, ignoring the movie now and shifting himself so that he was sitting on Matt’s lap, too aroused to ignore the man’s grotesque appetite anymore.

Smiling at the attention, Matt nodded. “Of course we are,” he replied, patting his muscular stomach which was already bloating from the finished ice cream. “I want to show you exactly how much I can eat.”

The pair kissed and fondled each other as the movie played on, ignored entirely. With the snacks depleted and two full beers down Matt’s throat, the guy was as hard as they came, moaning loudly with every slight movement of Bobby’s hand as it found its way into his underwear. Twice they came before the pizza arrived that night, and twice afterwards, as Matt gorged himself on slice after slice, until his stomach had blown up into a monstrous ball, packed to the max.

To say that people had been surprised by the new pairing would be a considerable understatement. To the eye, such a contrasting couple could never work. Matt was so tall, athletic, broad and muscular, yet Bobby was shorter than even the average guy; with a slight build, slender waist and considerably greater academic aspirations. It was almost frustrating how quickly they were written off by some people as being doomed to fail. With such stark hobbies and interests, they couldn’t possibly have enough in common to make it more than a few weeks. But, why? Was it because they were both guys? Did people assume that a gay couple needed to match on many more different levels, not least their appearance? No one batted an eyelid with straight couples when, like Matt and Bobby, one person was obsessed with watching sports and the other disliked it intensely.

A couple of months into their new relationship, the two lovers had booked themselves into a motel after travelling quite some distance for Matt to complete a food challenge at a restaurant he had long admired from afar. The insane portions of the food challenge had both frightened and thrilled them, wondering whether Matt had it in him to defeat it all and get his picture up on the ‘Wall of Fame’. It had sparked conversations that had aroused them both for weeks, thinking of ways to develop Matt’s appetite even further and increase his already startling capacity.

When the day had finally arrived, Matt had barely been able to shake off his erection, fueled by both nerves and anticipation. Bobby had been dutifully sitting at the table the entire time, sometimes rubbing his knee supportively. And, whilst Matt didn’t get the record time, he did complete the task with surprising efficiency, smiling proudly as he posed, bloated belly out, alongside the restaurant owner for his picture to go up on the wall. Bobby had provided him the big, sloppy blow job he had promised him and the pair talked excitedly about the next challenges well into the night.

The next morning, Matt had woken up feeling incredibly turned on still. Bobby had smiled contentedly as the large man fondled him to wake up and take it for him, agreeing without any hesitation to roll over and let the big man have some fun with him. He watched as Matt stood up at the side of the bed, ready to feed his substantial erection into his eager butt, when a curious sight caught his attention in the mirror positioned to the side of the bed.

“Are you still bloated?” Bobby asked, staring hard at Matt’s shape.

“No, I feel fine,” Matt replied, excitedly lubricating his hardness up.

“Well then, you’ve definitely gained a few pounds,” Bobby replied, smirking. “Your sides look pretty puffy. You could almost call them love handles!” he laughed.

Matt immediately turned his attention to the mirror, lifting his arms up and feeling the skin with a solitary finger. “Fuck!” he cried out in surprise; his abs barely holding on as an undeniable softness began to invade his core. He pressed himself into his boyfriend, gyrating his hips as he continued to study his reflection in the mirror. “I’m actually looking fucking doughy!” he observed, watching the faint flutter in his middle.

“My big, greedy boy!” Bobby moaned back, pushing his small butt into his lover’s groin.

“Mmm! Yeah!” Matt moaned back, pounding him harder, fascinated by the reflection in the mirror. “Greedy boys shouldn’t have abs, should they?” he asked, clearly turning himself on. “This is all that full-fat milk you’ve been getting me to drink to stretch out my stomach for the challenge, isn’t it?”

Bobby moaned with pleasure. “Maybe,” he replied coyly back. Matt had always been a big-eater, but he had never been consistently overdoing it every single day until they had been training him up for the food challenge. The man pounded harder, holding his arm back like a porn star so that he could still get a good view of his body in the mirror, climaxing with a satisfied sigh in remarkable speed, studying his own reflection.

“So, what’s this?” asked Pete, Matt’s cousin, poking him in the stomach that summer. “All that eating finally catching up to you?” he teased the strapping guy.

Matt grinned back and Bobby’s eyes flashed with delight. Despite the subtle paunch that was slowly emerging on Matt, not a single person had commented on it until now. For the whole two weeks that Matt had stayed with Bobby’s family, the guy’s insane eating went unchallenged. Even Matt’s own wholesome, polite family seemed unwilling to pull up their boy on how much he was overdoing it.

“You think so?” Matt asked, pulling up his t-shirt to give his similarly aged cousin a look at the swollen midsection, where his abs had recently been obliterated and replaced by a distinctly pudgy stomach. He leaned heavily forward, letting the new chub form two distinct fat rolls, one of which draped gently over his waistband.

“Jeez!” Pete exclaimed, watching the display with fascination until Matt stood back upright again and covered himself up. “I’ve gotta say though, it’s about time!” he smirked, looking at Bobby as he was about to recall a story from their past. “Matty always used to follow me home after school and have dinner with my folks. Then he’d go back to his own house and have dinner there as well. His parents had no idea!” he laughed.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Bobby chuckled back, looking adoringly up at his lover.

“How long did you get away with that for?” Pete asked Matt now. “Two years?”

“Almost three!” Matt shot back proudly. “I think it’s the reason why I grew so tall.”

Pete rolled his eyes at his cousin’s complete lack of shame. “Well, these days, you won’t be growing upwards with too much food… only outwards!! You’ll need to watch this one, Bobby,” Pete joked. “Give him an inch and he takes a mile.”

“Oh, I think I’ve got the measure of him!” Bobby smiled up at his large lover.

Pete looked from one to the other, seeming to sense how intense their affection for one another was. Within a month, Matt had dropped the L-bomb. Without a hint of embarrassment, Matt never worried about holding his hand in public, nor being openly affectionate in front of anyone.

Inviting Pete along for lunch with them had been a genius move. He’d been startled by Matt’s even more extreme appetite and hadn’t held back in saying so. By the end of the meal, he’d poked and prodded his cousin’s extremely distended gut, hardly believing that he was the same man. Such comments never failed to thrill Bobby and Matt, neither of them truly able to contemplate how lucky they were to have found someone who got such a buzz from something so outwardly unusual.

“Oh my goodness!” Bobby proclaimed, heading back into his dorm room after a shift at the restaurant a few weeks later. He kissed Matt, who was sitting up in his bed and then stepped back to take off his jacket. “We had such a pig in tonight!”

Matt, who usually liked to hang out in Bobby’s room because of the large container of snacks Bobby kept in for him, sat up more with interest; his hand still half inside the giant bag of potato chips he was feeding himself. “Oh, yeah?” he smirked. “Tell me more!”

“He hit the meats as soon as he came in, just like you do,” Bobby began to explain. “But he just kept going at it, again and again. His girlfriend was with him and she did not approve at all! It was so funny!”

“Same technique as me, huh?” Matt smiled, swinging his long legs out of the bed to sit upright. He reached out and grabbed Bobby’s slender hips, pulling him in. Then, with one large hand, he rubbed Bobby’s groin until a distinct hardness burst into life. “Was he big too?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Bobby sighed, enjoying being touched. He felt his belt being upstrapped and Matt’s hand reaching in to pull his shaft out and stroke it with more purpose.

Gluttony had always been a turn on of Matt’s, and the man took exceptional pleasure in trying to draw out such kinks from Bobby too. “Tell me what he looked like,” Matt requested, stimulating his lover slowly and purposefully.

“About 400lbs,” Bobby replied, delighted to have such attention thrust upon him.

Matt smiled excitedly. “A very big, greedy boy then!” he nodded encouragingly, knowing how aroused such talk could get his boyfriend. “Was his belly nice and round and full?”

Bobby moaned. He wasn’t going to take long to climax tonight. He was already trying to breathe and slow things down. However, with his free hand, Matt was already grabbing a thick wedge of the new belly fat that had destroyed the jock’s previous abs, looking up to Bobby in the hope that was going to get off to it.

“A beautiful belly,” Bobby agreed, no longer sure whether he was talking about the guy in the restaurant, or his own boyfriend. Either way, he came not long afterwards, shooting straight over Matt’s naked torso, where the guy pushed out his stomach as far as it would go, smiling proudly.

Despite Matt’s extreme eating, he still remained a fierce force on the football team. The extra weight had broadened his handsome glutes out and developed a nicely overstuffed look to his paunchy stomach. However, despite the initial hesitations, Matt’s coach had been simply delighted by the impact it was having on the games they played. Matt hit harder, charged through the lines and easily threw off the other guys. After a game, Matt was grinning proudly for days as his status around the campus only seemed to increase. Sure, he wasn’t built for speed like he used to be, and he wasn’t as much of a pretty-boy as some of the new guys in first year; but he was an absolute beast on the field, quickly turning into a legend.

The lovestruck couple shared many presents with each other that holiday period, but none stuck out quite so much as Bobby’s tongue-in-cheek gift of 5XL underwear to Matt. The guy had laughed when he saw them and his eyes widened as he pulled them out of the box and unfolded them. “So this is what the real greedy boys are wearing these days?” he asked, sitting across from his petite lover and imagining being large enough to one day fill them. The pair kissed, both of them inexplicably aroused. Matt moaned and rubbed the back of Bobby’s head as the guy went down between his legs and began to suck him off; a full day of gorging, burping and snide remarks from family ahead.

Slowly but surely, Matt continued to quietly pack on a considerable amount of pure fat. The tight waistband of his underwear and sweatshorts dug unflatteringly into his flesh, carving up his huge glutes and the significant back fat created from his love handles. After the final summer break before fourth year, Matt’s coach had at last tried to reel him back in, proclaiming that Matt would be cut from the team if he didn’t lose at least fifteen pounds before the end of November. However, by the time that deadline arrived, Matt had gone out of his way to ensure that he’d packed on at least another thirty pounds instead.

“Too fat and greedy to play football!” Matt had declared proudly, stripping his shirt from his body, just as he always did when he made it into Bobby’s room.

“Your coach actually did it?” Bobby asked; his eyes twinkling with the same mischief as could be seen in Matt’s eyes.

“He sure did!” Matt grinned as his boyfriend launched into a sideways hug that fully emphasised the huge width of his body. “No more football for this guy! It’s official: you’re no longer dating one of the jocks!”

“No more training sessions, no more games!” Bobby added, guiding his huge boy into the mirror so that he could better appreciate the vast contrast between their extraordinary bodies: Bobby’s short and slender 125lb physique pressing up against the vast, broad and bloated frame of a 370lb Matt.

Matt chuckled and kissed his kinky lover appreciatively. “You’re finally going to get the greedy, overfed and under-exercised lover of your dreams!” he declared proudly.

Bobby nodded back excitedly, pulling his fat boyfriend into the creaking bed. They both knew then that this was the start of something very enticing indeed.

After graduating, the two boys soon settled into a nice apartment in the city, deciding that they could make a good go of things, even on the meagre salaries of their entry-level jobs. It had been a focus of theirs for years, picking up as many different types of experience that would make them immediately employable, above and beyond the hundreds of other graduates that were pumped out of the college each year. Simply maintaining Matt’s 410lb weight had been a struggle in those early days, and the fantasies they had both had about Matt outgrowing his work pants within a few short weeks had failed to materialise for over an entire year. However, even without the gains, the guy’s body still seemed to be going through a transitional period, becoming softer and more plush with every passing month. They’d save up and hit the buffet, or drive out to somewhere with a disgustingly massive eating challenge, where Matt could have his increasingly chubby face plastered across yet another ‘Wall of Fame’ in the restaurant. 

Once Matt did begin growing consistantly again, he did so with relish. Pure, fresh blubber spread itself across a rounded, jiggling stomach, swelling and sagging the nipples, as well as creating the most extraordinary double chin that Bobby had ever seen. His face had swollen up with large, puffy cheeks, with Matt refusing to quit shaving, nor attempt to hide any of it from view. Like a final surrender, his body was at last gaining in a way that it had simply refused to do in the past. New, exciting considerations needed to be made: stronger chairs, double plane seats, larger showers, seatbelt extensions.

“Heh! Look at these!” Matt chuckled, picking up a pair of Bobby’s underwear as the guy briefly rested a pile of fresh laundry on the couch whilst he attended to something else. The large, spherical man draped them over his large gut, hardly believing the tiny size. “Are these really what you wear?” he laughed again. “I don’t think I could even fit my arm in these!” he stated with complete pride; taking for granted the extreme size of the clothing that he now needed to purchase in order to cover up his gigantic body.

“That’s because you’re the one with such a good appetite!” Bobby smiled back, always enjoying the striking contrast between them both. He went over to his lover, perching himself on the very end of Matt’s knee and leaned into the large stomach so that he could kiss Matt sweetly on his lips, whilst simultaneously rubbing that giant stomach of his. Even after all these years, he really couldn’t believe that such a gluttonous specimen was all his; the epitome of the type of guys he lusted after all those years ago when he had worked in the all-you-can-eat restaurant.

Matt moaned in appreciation of being worshipped like this, knowing full well that his lover would never hold him back from his determination to consume all the food that he would ever want. “Let’s get married!” he declared, not for the first time.

Bobby sat up a little and rolled his eyes. They had so many things they were saving up for; getting their deposit together for the house they now owned had taken them months of pure financial pain. Then there was the inevitably long list of repairs and maintenance that came along with house ownership. “We can’t afford it,” he sighed unhappily.

“Sure we can,” Matt shrugged. “We just hold back on some of the other things we wanted to do for a little while.” He pulled Bobby in to kiss him sweetly once more. “I’m so unbelievably happy. I just want to show the entire world.”

Bobby smiled back, returning the sentiment, despite his unrelentingly practical head that couldn’t commit to the idea of paying out for a wedding anytime soon.

“Back when I realised all this eating was a thing for me,” Matt began, rubbing the vast, gigantic stomach on himself, “I always thought that it was going to be the biggest problem I would ever face in life.” He looked deeply in Bobby’s eyes. “Once I realised how extreme my appetite was and how much I got off to overindulging, I thought the only thing I could ever hope for was to find someone who would just put up with me; anyone at all! I never imagined, in my wildest dreams, that I would find someone who would love me like you do; someone who would let my great appetite show in the way that you do. I’m absolutely the man I’m supposed to be,” he smiled, holding a plentiful wedge of stomach fat in his large hand, “and it’s all because I found you!”

Accepting another kiss, Bobby sighed with contentment. Matt had always been the sweetest guy he had ever met. He expressed his own adoration and gratitude at finding the love of his life whilst serving a table at work, of all places! Everything they both felt was absolutely true: they were completely made for each other.

“Okay,” Bobby nodded. “Let’s do it,” he smiled excitedly, allowing himself to picture a wedding day for the first time. “Let’s get married!”

“You mean it?” Matt beamed back, holding Bobby tightly as he realised that he was serious. “This is incredible!” he blasted. “If only we had some champagne that we could pop right now,” he chuckled, overwhelmed with delight.

“How about I fetch you a tub of ice cream instead?” Bobby joked back, patting his fiance's humongous stomach.

Matt grinned, nodding with approval. “Sure,” he smiled. “I guess that will do instead,” he chuckled, sitting back once more and sighing with complete contentment: the life he had always dreamed of. The perfect life for both of them.

[dyzbear]

Unconventional

Summary: Adrian, a heavyset labware salesman, didn’t think the annual trade show would be much of an adventure. But when one of his coworkers gives him an undersized t-shirt, things take an unexpectedly steamy turn.

This story was inspired by a prompt from a very special follower. Hopefully I’ll have more to share soon!

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The Marriott was already bustling when Adrian arrived. They said he’d never amount to anything, but here he was—the National Laboratory Equipment Retailers Convention in Amestown, Ohio. I must be dreaming, he thought, trying not to roll his eyes. However will I compose myself around celebrities like Debbie Gluckman, the Julia Roberts of General Electric?

Then again, it was a free trip, and his coworkers were practically friends at this point. The sales division of Youngstown Glass boasted a whopping four people, so he’d gotten to know them pretty well. Gavin was a few years older than him, but compensated admirably with a lack of maturity and perpetually boyish good looks. Rajiv was his age—26—and an incorrigible go-getter, during the day. By night, he was a relentless ladies’ man and party animal. The only one missing was Rachel, the den mother of the sales team, who had graciously agreed to keep an eye on things back at the office.

“I made us t-shirts,” Gavin said, as they waited for the elevator. “They say, ‘NLERC 2025’ on the back and ‘Youngstown Glass’ on the front, with that awesome beaker logo I designed.”

Adrian’s stomach plunged. Gavin was well-intentioned, and charismatic enough to be irritatingly good at his job, but Adrian seriously doubted he’d found him a fitting shirt. Adrian could barely get himself a fitting shirt, these days.

Fortunately, Rajiv scoffed. “You can’t be serious. They’re going to think we’re rubes if we show up in matching t-shirts.” Gavin opened his mouth to answer, but Rajiv continued: “And don’t call it ‘nlerk’.”

Adrian pressed the button for their floor. They were in one room, with two double beds and a pullout couch, which he would not be taking under any circumstances. 

After settling into the room, Rajiv suggested they go for drinks, and Gavin countered with food, which Adrian appreciated. They decided to go to the hotel lounge, which had all the atmosphere of a regional airport and a suitably generic name. Viewpoints, Adrian thought. A bit ironic for a restaurant with a view of the highway.

Gavin and Rajiv placed their orders, and Adrian resisted the urge to clear his throat before launching into a list that spanned roughly a third of the menu. The waitress seemed increasingly incredulous as she took down the endless order, but it probably wasn’t too hard to reconcile with Adrian’s considerable size. He capped it off with a vanilla milkshake.

“Damn, big dog, we’re gonna be here all night,” Gavin laughed, bumping his shoulder against Adrian’s.

Adrian tried not to flush. “I’m a quick eater.”

“You’re a vacuum, man.” Rajiv shook his head, more with amusement than disdain. Both of Adrian’s coworkers had watched him balloon from a slightly-chubby college grad into the waddling whopper he was today, but they took the doubling of his body mass very much in stride. Gavin seemed only slightly fazed when Adrian required two seats on their flight over.

They made small talk as they waited for the food, with Rajiv keeping an eye on the crowd throughout. He’d occasionally interrupt Gavin’s sports commentary with updates on key arrivals, like a page at a renaissance banquet: “that’s Jeanette Blanc from Michell Instruments,” or, “Barry Gold, he’s in R&D at Thermo Fisher.”

Their dinner was just arriving (or, in Adrian’s case, starting to arrive, since it came in installments) when Rajiv stood up. “Oh my, God, it’s Brett Decker,” he said, as if that was supposed to mean anything. He beamed a stunningly white-toothed grin. “Who let this guy out of Texas?” He called across the lounge, as a brick-shaped executive laughed and waved him over.

“He really knows his lab equipment salesmen,” Gavin said, smiling wryly as he picked up his club sandwich.

Adrian managed an amused grunt through a mouthful of bacon cheeseburger. There was a mountain of food in front of him, and he had every intention of plowing through it all.

After dinner, having eaten his own dinner and Rajiv’s, Adrian heaved himself back to the room. He hadn’t weighed himself in a while—his bathroom scale maxed out at 350, and he’d blown past that months ago—but he felt heavy. He definitely couldn’t remember feeling heavier than he did at that moment. Every part of him seemed to wobble asynchronously as he forced himself down the hallway, his packed stomach straining threateningly against the buttons of his shirt.

Gavin seemed almost concerned, but he was tactful enough to keep it well-hidden. “You must’ve been hungry,” was all he said, as they stood in the elevator.

Adrian nodded, covering his mouth with his fist to hide a burp. In truth, he hadn’t been that hungry—he just liked to eat. Specifically, he liked to overeat, and he wasn’t afraid to burn through his entire per diem in a single night to do it. But he wasn’t about to tell Gavin that.

Back in their room, Adrian retreated to the bathroom to change out of his clothes. He hadn’t realized how tight his pants were, how deep they were digging into his overflowing waist, until the button was undone. It was amazing he’d managed to get them closed, honestly. If he ate like this all weekend, they would be getting phased out of rotation pretty soon. Probably before his return flight.

His chubby fingers eagerly unhooked the buttons of his shirt, freeing his massive gut to truly breathe. He caught sight of himself in the mirror, and was shocked by his reflection, the sheer size of him. As stuffed as he was, he was still soft all over. He hadn’t been that big six months ago. And in college, he’d been downright slim.

He bit the inside of his cheek and tried not to think too much about his exploding weight and expanding body—he was sharing a room with a coworker; he couldn’t exactly get hot and bothered.

Undressed, his flab spilling freely around him, he reached for his sweatpants and stepped into them. There really wasn’t much room left in those, either; they clung to his thick thighs and pulled taut across his huge backside, framing each cheek. You overestimate me, the elastic seemed to say. He looked for his t-shirt and cursed; he hadn’t grabbed it.

It was probably still in his bag. For a moment, he thought about just going out shirtless to get it, but the thought of his thick moobs bouncing, unrestrained and totally exposed, in front of Gavin, changed his mind. I probably have bigger tits than half the girls he likes, Adrian thought. He pulled on his tight button-down, and satisfied himself with doing up a single button across his chest.

His belly still mostly exposed and hanging defiantly over the waistband of his sweats, Adrian waddled out of the bathroom, and saw Gavin, in only his underwear, bent over his suitcase, his firm, shapely glutes pointed outwards. Adrian froze, before shuffling over to his bag, deciding it was better not to make a thing out of it. He inwardly rolled his eyes at Youngstown Glass, wondering why they couldn’t spring for at least two rooms.

Gavin seemed unconcerned, and not in any particular rush to finish changing. He turned to Adrian, who had chosen a shirt from his bag, revealing an eye-watering six-pack. “Oh, wait, if we’re not wearing the shirts I made tomorrow, we might as well wear them tonight,” Gavin said. He pulled a red t-shirt out of his bag and tossed it to Adrian, who caught it gracelessly, the fat around his upper arm jiggling from the rapid motion, which, in turn, spread across his flab in waves.

He hurried back to the washroom, eager to be free of Gavin and his bare, toned chest. He had two shirts, now. His own, which was a 3XL and already on the tighter end, and Gavin’s. He unfurled the shirt Gavin had given him, and knew immediately that it wouldn’t work. His suspicions were confirmed when he checked the tag. It was an XL.

It wouldn’t even be worth trying. He was reaching for his own shirt when he heard Gavin: “C’mon out when you’re ready, we should get a picture for Rach.”

Fuck. “Uh, Gavin, it doesn’t fit,” he said, his cheeks burning and his dick starting to harden.

“Didn’t you say you were an XL?”

Uh, yeah, when we first started working together, Adrian thought. Gavin had watched him pile on more and more weight over the years; did he seriously think an XL would still fit? “It’s really—”

“Come on, I’m sure it’s fine.”

“No, man, like, it does not fit at all.”

Silence. Adrian imagined Gavin deflating. Is there any greater tragedy than to disappoint a friendly himbo? He wondered. Poor guy had gone to the trouble of getting shirts printed on both sides, and he’d be the only one to wear them.

With a sigh, Adrian knew he had to at least try to put it on. Maybe this was some strange brand that ran enormously, stupidly large.

As he got his head through the hole, he realized that it was very much not an unusually large shirt. It constricted his chubby neck, and he could feel it compressing the flab on his chest and arms as he tried to pull it down.

Unsurprisingly, it covered a fraction of his belly, exposing an expanse of stretch mark-lined flesh that bulged out of the bottom like biscuit dough from a can. Pulling as far as he could, he could get it below his deep navel, but it rode up again before long.

“You sure I can’t see?” Gavin asked, as Adrian inspected the t-shirt squeezing his enormous physique.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna see this,” Adrian said, with a laugh.

“No way,” Gavin said. “I’m sure it’s no big deal.”

Adrian shook his head. Gavin had sealed his fate. Giving him what he asked for, Adrian opened the bathroom door and stepped out, grateful that his overhanging gut obscured his growing hard-on.

Gavin had thrown on basketball shorts but no shirt, and the marked contrast between their physiques was undeniable. Adrian held up his arms, giving a look that said: Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Gavin’s eyes widened, and he took in the scene with an awed, inscrutable expression. Adrian’s belly flowed downwards and outwards in front of him, wrapping into an enormous pair of love handles. His tight sweatpants accentuated, even exaggerated, his undeniable bottom-heaviness, and their tightness around the waist, coupled with the ill-fitting top, conspired to expose his oceanic muffin top.

Gavin was… blushing? Had Adrian embarrassed him? Oh god, he’s pitying me, Adrian thought, as Gavin’s wide eyes continued to burrow into him.

“Wow,” Gavin said, finally, his voice cracking. “You look…”

“Ridiculous?”

“I was gonna say great,” Gavin said, in a low voice. His eyes turned to the floor, and he bit his lower lip, blushing furiously. This side of him was new to Adrian, and very surprising. The Gavin he knew was self-assured, a closer. And judging by his office banter, he was no stranger to dating—by all accounts, a closer in that department, too.

Adrian opened his mouth to answer, but found himself speechless. The corridor between the hotel room door and the bathroom offered little space for Adrian’s bulk, and he was acutely aware of how small the space between them was.

The moment, if there even was one, passed. Gavin darted towards his bed, clambering unceremoniously into a pair of pants without another word.

Adrian was even more speechless, now. He shut the bathroom door, and changed quickly into a fitting shirt. When he re-emerged, Gavin was gone.

Later that night, Adrian lay in bed, on his back, his stomach stretching painfully against his fingertips. He was absolutely packed full of room service; stuffing himself with it had been completely unnecessary, financially ruinous, and perfectly erotic. He glanced at his phone—just before midnight. The room was dark, except for the pale glow of his screen.

The door opened, and light from the hallway poured in. “Hey, I’m still up,” Adrian called out. He wondered which of his roommates had returned. Whoever it was flipped a lightswitch; thankfully, the overhead lights remained off, and a small floor lamp flicked on, filling the room with low, incandescent light.

It was Gavin; he shuffled into the main area with his hands in his pockets. “Did Rajiv not come back?” Gavin asked, noticing his bed was empty.

Adrian shook his head.

“He’s probably out with Brett Decker, lookin’ for babes,” Gavin said, with a chuckle. He wouldn’t meet Adrian’s gaze.

“Man, who let that guy out of Texas?” Adrian said. His stomach gurgled, and he again regretted how much he’d overeaten.

“You hungry again already?” Gavin asked, crossing his arms. Finally, shyly, he looked towards Adrian, with a slight smile.

“Er, something like that,” Adrian said, still bewildered by Gavin’s behaviour. He inched himself upright against his pillows, clutching his sheet across his flabby chest. His shirt had come off partway through his room service binge, to avoid unnecessary staining. “What were you up to?”

“Trying not to network,” Gavin said. “I actually went to the hotel next door. Their bar is the same as the one here, but without a bunch of people who sell lab equipment.”

“You left in a hurry,” Adrian said. Why’d you ditch me? He almost added. He didn’t feel like pussyfooting around; Gavin was acting weird, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Gavin rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, just got a little… er, flustered.”

Adrian raised an eyebrow. “‘Flustered’? By me?” He gestured to his body, his considerable size evident even beneath the sheets. “By all this?”

Gavin nodded, looking downwards. “I—I’ve always had a thing for bigger girls. I think—seeing you, I realized… I might have a thing for bigger guys, too.”

Adrian was torn between being stunned and gratified. On the one hand, his hunch had been correct, but on the other hand… It was hard to imagine that Gavin was into him. “Oh,” was all he said.

“Sorry to be weird,” Gavin said. He cleared his throat. “I just had a lot of different feelings all at once back there, and I wanted to get some air before I did something I’d regret.”

“Something you’d regret?”

“Like, uh, I dunno. Something… you shouldn’t do with your coworker.”

With an undignified shuffle, Adrian leaned forward, letting his blanket fall and exposing his fleshy upper half. The mere act of leaning in was enough to send Adrian’s enormous gut pouring into his lap. Gavin’s eyes widened yet again; Adrian could almost see his pupils dilating. “But what if the coworker was… consenting?”

As if to emphasize his point, Adrian trailed his pudgy fingers across the expanse of his belly, letting his fingers sink into the flab, pulling at it gently with his fingertips, then releasing it to bounce free.

Gavin licked his lips, his erection starting to tent his pants. He placed his knee on the bed and leaned forward. “And what does my coworker want me to do to him?”

Adrian’s heart quickened. He honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I don’t know,” he answered. “Maybe you could get a little closer?”

Gavin nodded; kneeling on the bed, he advanced towards Adrian on his knees. He didn’t have far to advance, given how much of the bed Adrian occupied.

“And you could undo your pants,” Adrian said. “So your coworker isn’t the only half-naked one here.”

Gavin obeyed, unbuckling his belt and effortlessly undoing his top button. He slid his zipper down, looming over Adrian, looking down at him.

“And you could kiss me,” Adrian said, softly, belly pushing out even further as he leaned towards Gavin. Gavin leaned down, allowed his fingers to brush against Adrian’s exposed stomach, and then, cautiously at first, they kissed. Gavin’s lips were soft against Adrian’s, his breath warm and tasting faintly of light beer. As they kissed, Adrian could feel Gavin actually smiling.

His confidence seeming to grow, Gavin pressed his fingers into Adrian’s fleshy middle, forcefully massaging a thick swath of dough. Adrian had noticed Gavin’s big hands before, their vascularity, his long fingers; feeling those hands against his body, squeezing him… Adrian’s arousal was building, erection poking at the front of his underwear.

As they kissed, and Gavin’s eager hands explored Adrian’s ample figure, Adrian’s own, much chubbier fingers set to work on the buttons of Gavin’s shirt. It fit him perfectly, hugging his pecs, biceps and shoulders without wrinkling or constricting his movement. He wore clothes the way they were designed to be worn, while Adrian, on the other hand, couldn’t remember the last time a shirt didn’t pinch in one place or ride up in another. Or both.

The buttons were undone, and Adrian allowed a hand to grasp Gavin’s strong, slender hips, the fingertips of his other hand trailing along Gavin’s sinewy Adonis belt, a fraction of an inch from his abs.

The contrast of their torsos was marked: Gavin’s lithe, powerful body bore down on Adrian’s soft, massive frame, steely muscle pressed against pliant flab. Adrian laid his palm over Gavin’s powerful left pectoral, feeling the muscle and the strong, insistent heartbeat beneath it. Gavin mirrored Adrian’s motion, fingers sliding up Adrian’s love handles, lingering playfully at his under-moob roll, and coming to rest over Adrian’s thick nipple. Adrian’s breast fat flowed against Gavin’s hand, bulging through the spaces between his fingers. Adrian smirked at the realization that even Gavin’s large hands were no match for the mass of his breasts. His rack was too fat for one hand to manage on its own.

Gavin’s kisses strayed from Adrian’s lips, and his strong jawline brushed against Adrian’s double chin as Gavin kissed at his thick neck, then the upper part of his chest, and finally, his nipple, over which his eager tongue flicked up and down. Adrian moaned with pleasure, his hand trailing downwards from Adrian’s abs. “This good?” Adrian breathed, as he crossed the waistband of Gavin’s underwear.

Gavin nodded, his lips still planted firmly around the lower expanse of Adrian’s left boob. Adrian’s fingers brushed past Gavin’s wiry bush, until they wrapped around his thick, hard cock. Gavin gasped sharply through his nose, but kept his mouth firmly rooted in place.

Slowly, cautiously, Adrian started to jerk. Gavin’s breathing quickened, and his fingers squeezed at Adrian’s love handles with ever-greater insistence.

Gavin pulled back from Adrian’s tits, leaving a small space between their bodies. Gavin looked down at Adrian’s vast gut, his junk and the upper part of his thighs fully hidden amid so much blubber. A look of concern flashed through his eyes for a moment—just long enough for Adrian to take notice.

“Everything okay?” he asked. He stopped jerking Gavin’s cock, but kept it within his grip.

“I, um…” Gavin blushed. “I wanna get you off, but…” he gestured helplessly to the place where Adrian’s dick was presumably hiding.

Smiling, Adrian leaned back until he was lying prone, and used his free hand to pull back his belly. “Might need a hand, here,” he said, realizing that one hand wouldn’t be enough to hold back his tidal wave of belly fat.

Licking his lips, Gavin complied. With a forceful but gentle touch, he pushed back the other side of Adrian’s paunch, until Adrian’s tight underwear came fully into view, with the point of his erection pressing at their front—he assumed. Adrian could feel it, but he couldn’t see much over the curve of his gut.

Their positioning was a bit awkward—Adrian lay flat on his back, belly forced back far enough to reveal his tight undies, while Gavin leaned over him at a 45-degree angle, straddling one of Adrian’s thick legs, his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, his unbuttoned shirt still draped over his shoulders. They each had a hand on Adrian’s belly; Adrian’s other hand clutched Gavin’s erection, while Gavin’s thumb brushed along the waistband of Adrian’s undies. But despite the spatial challenges, the moment was perfect; better than Adrian ever expected.

Gavin hooked his thumb into the waistband, and Adrian (with some difficulty) lifted his fat ass just enough for Gavin to slide his underwear out of the way. Adrian hadn’t seen his cock in a while, but he couldn’t imagine there was much left to poke out from his fatpad.

Evidently the tip was still exposed, since Adrian felt Gavin’s fingers wrap around it—his thumb and forefinger, at least.

As the two men pleasured each other, Gavin leaned forward to kiss Adrian, and Adrian kissed him back. Gavin’s hand squeezed and kneaded his belly as he held it back, while Adrian thought of releasing Gavin’s cock, to feel his six-pack again. But the look of ecstasy on Gavin’s face was more than enough motivation to keep jerking.

Gavin’s handjob was novice, a bit shy and uncertain, but he was certainly getting the job done. It wasn’t long before Adrian could feel pleasure building. The climax approached. Gavin seemed to be closing in on orgasm, too, judging by the intense expression on his usually-sedate face, and by the almost desperate way he pawed at Adrian’s gut.

More kissing, more pleasure, more hard muscle against undulating flesh, more eager gasps and greedy moans. Adrian had almost forgotten how overfull he was, until he felt his stomach protest at being pushed around. Adrian was used to his gut pushing him around, forcing him to eat—clearly, this new role-reversal was not sitting well with Adrian’s second-favourite organ.

But the way Gavin teased and played with the head of Adrian’s first-favourite organ… nothing else seemed to matter. The pain in his stomach melded with the pleasure in the rest of his body, seeming to heighten and intensify every sensation.

He looked up at Gavin’s beautiful face, his sweet eyes, his perfect hair, his flawlessly kissable lips. The hunk who’d sat beside him all these years, a friend and colleague… now, naked in his hands. It was surreal to think that someone so effortlessly beautiful could lust after Adrian so helplessly. He’d always been attracted to Gavin in a detached, hypothetical sense. But sharing this moment with him was something Adrian never saw coming.

“I’m so close,” Gavin whispered. Adrian increased his pace, stroking faster and more insistently, as Gavin kissed his lips, his cheeks, his double chin, and pushed his taut torso against Adrian’s blubber.

Adrian’s own orgasm was building; the train was pulling away, gathering steam, building momentum, until there was no stopping it, and Adrian was definitely about to come. Gavin was, too, and they finished together, Gavin’s load shooting across Adrian’s underbelly as Adrian came in Gavin’s hand.

Adrian hadn’t realized how fast his heart was racing, or how rapid his breath had become, until he released his stomach, arm flopping to his side. Gavin stayed perched above him, kissing him once more before rolling onto his back. They were still pressed against each other, Adrian’s fleshy flank against Gavin’s side. His belly was big enough that the edge spilled over a little, coming to rest on Gavin’s flat abdomen.

They savoured the moment for a little while. Adrian hoped that Gavin wasn’t put off by his panting, but it was unavoidable at this point. Gavin seemed content, anyway, as he idly played with Adrian’s belly. Eventually, Adrian rolled onto his side, his belly covering Gavin's hand and surging into his strong, slender torso. He just smiled and freed his hand, before resting it on the side of Adrian’s gut. Adrian draped his arm over Gavin’s chest, holding him close, his breath steadying.

“I should get out of your bed and get my clothes back on,” Gavin said without moving. “Rajiv could be back any second.”

“You didn’t put, like, a tie on the door handle or something?” Adrian asked, suddenly acutely aware that he and Gavin were snuggling, mostly naked, in his bed. Which had definitely gotten cum on it.

“Firstly, I didn’t bring a tie, ‘cause I thought we’d be wearing my kick-ass t-shirts. Secondly, when would I have done that? Things happened pretty fast after I got back,” Gavin said, with a smile.

“You can get up…” Adrian said, refusing to release Gavin from his fleshy grip. “In a few minutes. I don’t want this moment to end.”

“Well, I mean…” Gavin paused, and tilted his head to face Adrian. Their eyes met. “We could do this again, sometime?”

There was so much hope, so much quiet optimism in Gavin’s tone and expression, that Adrian’s heart surged. Again! The idea that this secret hook-up could become a regular thing, that Gavin could become a part of his life outside the office… he would have jumped for joy, if he was in better shape.

But that sounded like way too much effort, at his current size, and probably would have come on too strong, so Adrian just grinned back at him, saying: “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

Gavin planted an excited kiss on his lips, and the deal was sealed. They basked in the quiet for a moment, their embrace so tight it felt like they could merge into one being.

After some time had passed, Gavin flipped onto his side, so that he and Adrian were lying face to face. He held his head up with his hand, his elbow pressing into the pillow, and glanced away, down to Adrian’s ample body. “So, that shirt I made…” he started, using his forefinger to trace circles on Adrian’s tit.

Adrian smiled, patting the curve of his vast belly. “Oh, I’m definitely keeping it.” It would be the perfect way to remember NLERC, 2025.

[dyzbear]

I Really Want You to Like Me

A Gay Gainer Romance

When you walk into our dorm room freshman year, my first thought is: “Holy crap! My new roommate is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

You know how you look, so I don’t need to describe your tall, muscular body. Your perfect ass. Your wide shoulders and thin waist.

My second thought is: “I really hope you like me.”

Back in high school, I was the life of every party. The funny, fat guy. It was so easy for me to make friends, but since I started college, it’s been a little harder for me to meet people. Three weeks into the semester and I haven’t made a single connection.

And now here you are, my new roommate. And you’re so freaking cool. I just really want to make a good impression.

Unfortunately, I don’t. You just see me as a fat slob. You grimace at the fast-food trash on my side of the dorm. You glance down at the ketchup stain on my shirt. You act nice, and you force a smile, but I know right away that you don’t like me.

For the next few weeks, we barely see each other. You go out partying most nights and don’t really acknowledge me when you stumble into the room. You spend your free time playing football or basketball with your jock friends while I’m here playing video games.

You’re not rude or anything, but it’s obvious that we’re just different people.

We don’t have our first real conversation until we run into each other at some frat party. You’re drunk. I’m drunk. You compliment me on how much beer I can put away. And I say, “Back at ya.” For someone with such a flat stomach, it’s pretty impressive how much you can chug.

We sort of bond at the party, and when things start to die down, we walk home together.

I really want to keep our conversation going, so I offer to cook us some pasta to fight off the next morning’s hangover. It’s nothing special, just ramen that I jazz up with a bunch of butter and other ingredients.

You freaking love it.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re a real cook, man?”

Because I’m not. You just like it because you’re drunk.

Whatever. We eat together and, for the first time, you ask about the video games that I’m always playing. You’ve never really played video games before. (Too busy playing sports.) I show you my collection of retro games from the 80s and 90s. Those are my favorite.

We try playing a few together, and you’re absolutely terrible. But it’s fun to watch. You’re having fun, too.

We really bond over this super-old game called BurgerTime, where we play as these little chefs that have to assemble burgers while running away from evil hot dogs. It’s really basic (just running across platforms), but I think that’s why you like it. You’re actually kind of good at this one.

We end up playing all night, making video game burgers and snacking on some of my potato chips. “Dude, this is great!” you say.

And it really is.

Things go back to normal after that. You go back to hanging out with your jock friends. You don’t avoid me as much as before, but I still don’t see you a lot.

Then Saturday rolls around, and you join me on the couch. “Rematch?” you ask. You were supposed to meet your friends for a basketball game, but you decide to spend time with me instead.

I’m so flattered that I keep letting you win. And I keep bringing out more of my snacks just to make you happy. When you’re gaming, you don’t notice how much you can put away. I’m impressed.

Hours later, you beat my high score and we’ve eaten literally everything in the dorm.

You turn to me smiling. “You’re a bad influence, man.”

That’s the moment I know that you finally like me.

That evening, I go to the supermarket to restock on snacks. I mostly get stuff that you prefer (salt and vinegar potato chips and anything with dark chocolate). I spend a little too much (okay, a lot too much), but I just really want to keep hanging out with you.

And it works. Throughout the rest of the semester, you spend more time with me and less time with your jock friends. Pretty soon, the messiness from my side of the dorm has spread to your side, too. It doesn’t take long for you to start snacking as much as I do. And sometimes, you stay in playing games even when I’m not home.

Then one day, you trudge into the dorm looking really upset. You were just playing basketball with your old buddies, and you didn’t have fun. You’ve lost some of your skill and the guys full-on insulted you.

I’m not surprised. I can see how your body is chunking out a little. Your thin waist isn’t so thin anymore, and your chest looks softer. But the big difference is in how you move. You used to move like an athlete with constant energy. Now, you’re getting kind of sluggish. Like me.

For a second, I get worried that you’re going to stop hanging out with me. That you’ll go back to the gym and force yourself to get back into shape.

Instead, you say, “Screw ’em. If they’re gonna be dicks, I don’t wanna play with them anymore.” Then you plop onto the couch and turn on BurgerTime.

You’ve made your choice, and I’m so freaking happy.

After that, we snack and game every day. We go to parties sometimes, too. Always together. (As friends, of course.)

By the end of that month, you’ve outgrown all your pants. They were always a little tight on you (to accentuate your ass, I’m assuming), but now you can’t pull them past your thick thighs.

“Dude!” you call from the living room, sounding frustrated.

I race in to find you standing in the middle of the room. You have a loose shirt on, but your pants are crumpled on the floor. You have white underwear to cover your crotch, but even those are tight enough to make your leg fat bulge out from under the bottom edges. I’ve never seen your bare thighs before, and I’m shocked by how shapeless they’ve already gotten. While your arms still have their muscular base, your legs look much softer.

No cellulite yet, though.

You look up at me with desperation in your blue eyes. “I can’t go to class without pants.” I know you’re asking me to loan you my clothes, but you’re too embarrassed to say it.

“Well, I definitely have some pants that I’m way too fat for. They should fit you just fine.” I run back into my room and pull out three shorts and two pairs of jeans. They’re not too small for me, of course. That was a lie to make you feel better. (Why would someone bring clothes to college that they can’t wear?)

I hand them to you, and you look so freaking grateful. “Thanks, man. You’re a lifesaver. I’ll give them back once I…”

“Keep ’em. I’ll never fit in those again.” (Another lie. In fact, the jeans you’re pulling on right now are actually a little baggy on me, though they fit you surprisingly well.)

It’s crazy that I’m so much bigger than you, and yet your hips are already as wide as mine. The miracle of fat distribution, I guess.

You spin around to model the new pants. “These look okay? I don’t look too chubby?”

You're a bit past chubby now, but I don’t say that. Instead, I assure you, “Everyone gains a bit in college. But trust me, you’ll never get as big as me.” That’s probably the truth.

You seem reassured. You strut out of the room with confidence.

The next week is finals. We stop gaming to focus all our time on studying. The snacking doesn’t stop. At first, I thought I was a bad influence on you. But I realize that you’re actually eating more potato chips and cookies than me, and I’m the one trying to keep up.

We both ace our classes. On our last night before Christmas break, we celebrate at the buffet just off campus. I absolutely stuff myself (as always), but you outdo me by at least a plate and a half. I have never been out-eaten at a buffet before. It’s impressive. (And honestly, I’m a little jealous.)

We both go back home for the holidays. We text each other a lot. You even video-call me so I can meet your parents. They seem super-nice.

My parents are a little upset with me. I’ve been fat all my life, so that’s not a big deal to them. But the amount I’d gained in one semester of college has freaked them out a little. I didn’t even realize I was fatter! I was too focused on your growing belly and hips. And I know that it’s because of you, because it’s so much fun to eat snacks together. I started as the bad influence, but you’ve taken over the role.

I don’t really overdo it over the holidays. I refrain from my mom’s cookies and stop myself from going back for seconds. I don’t lose any weight over the vacation, but I don’t gain anything either.

When I get back to campus, I realize that your vacation was a bit different. Your ass has definitely grown. And the fat has finally reached your face. You’re actually getting a double chin now. You’re still in much better shape than me, but I’m not sure how long that’ll last.

“How was your holiday?” you ask. You sound so excited to see me.

“Great. And yours?”

“So much fun,” you say. Then you tell me about all the food you ate. It’s like you’re bragging. You don’t mention sports at all.

Then you do something that surprises me. You wrap me in a hug, making me feel your belly against mine, and you say, “I really missed you, man.”

This isn’t a friendly hug. It’s something more.

I look into your eyes. I don’t want to read too much into this. But the way you’re looking at me… I know that I’m not. I know that you want me.

So I kiss you.

And I feel your new body, squeezing into the fat on your sides.

You feel me, too. We’re exploring each other’s bodies, giving in to the sexual tension that had been building all semester. And when you take me to your bed, when you strip off your new shirt, I can see that you’re even fatter than I realized.

You're on top of you, letting me play with your soft pecs, feeling me stiffen under you, and I ask you, “Are you trying to get fat?”

There’s no shame or embarrassment on your face as you look me right in the eyes and say, “Yes.”

“Why?”

You sigh. “I like you, man. I like spending time with you so much more than my old friends. And I just… I don’t know. I wanted to catch up. I wanted you to like me.”

I can’t believe it. I thought you were gaining because I was rubbing off on you. I didn’t realize that this was a conscious choice, that you chose to get fat because of me.

I jiggle your chest. “And you like… being like this?”

“No,” you say. Then you grab my moobs (so much bigger and softer than yours) and say, “Like I told you, I want to catch up.”

This is the first time we have sex. You’re incredible. You know exactly how to touch me, guide me, control me. You’re so strong. And so heavy. You make me feel your heft.

And now, three years later, so much has changed. We’re engaged now. We live in an apartment off-campus. We’re weeks away from graduating.

And you’ve gotten so, so much bigger than me.

I’m still obese, though significantly smaller than I was freshman year. This wasn’t a conscious choice. It just happened over the years, as I focused more of my attention on keeping you fed. It’s a little weird to be the smaller guy in the relationship, even if no one would ever call me small.

But you… My God. You’ve grown into such a beautiful, massive ball of flab. The first two years of your gains were very leg- and ass-centric. You were always meant to be much more pear-shaped than me, and I loved seeing your thighs stretch and dimple, your ass expand and droop.

But this last year, your belly has more than caught up. It’s so much bigger than mine ever was. Saggier, too.

When people see the two of us side-by-side, they’d probably assume I was the ex-jock instead of you. My fat looks so much more solid than yours. I think that’s pretty hot.

Right now, you’re sprawled on the couch, playing some NBA game with three potato chip bags next to your wide ass. (Two of the bags are already empty.) You look up, surprised that I’m home so early.

“Wanna play?” you ask.

I smile. “You’re such a bad influence.”

I join you, of course, and wait for you to finish your game. You’ve gotten so much better at video games than me. I’m not jealous, of course. I find it very cute.

I kiss your sweaty cheek and squeeze one of your stomach rolls.

“Don’t distract me,” you say. You’re so close to beating this level.

“Okay,” I say.

And as you finish your game, I feed you the rest of the potato chips.

The End.

Thanks for reading! I wrote this in response to my first ever story request! It's from Anonymous, but that's okay.

If anyone else would like to request something, please hit me up. I'd love to hear from anyone. Whether it's about a scenario, a setting, or even a body type that you'd like to read about... Whatever you want.

(But remember: I don't really do revenge-fattening or instant weight gain.)

[dyzbear]

Charlie Gyrth's Stories - March 2025

Hello, everybody! Charlie here. It's been about a month and a half since I started publishing on Tumblr and I'm having so much fun! You guys are awesome!

I'm still updating my main list of stories, but that only includes the titles for each day's posts. I thought I'd write a monthly update with a bit more context. Here's everything I published in March 2025:

My Best Friend Comes Back My personal favorite story so far! A man has gained a little weight since the last time he saw his best friend Mason. Now that Mason is back in the country, he's scared how his athletic friend will react to the new belly. But Mason shows up looking much, much bigger, and their reunion takes a surprising turn. (extreme weight gain, feeding, belly play)

The Writers' Retreat My first one-off gainer story! Nathan tells his boyfriend Kyle that he's going to Maine for a three-month writers' retreat to help with his writer's block. On the day before he leaves, though, he admits the truth: the "writers' retreat" is actually a fat camp to help him gain weight. (extreme weight gain, belly play)

Halloween Before and After A twink meets a muscular man dressed as Tarzan at a costume party. They really hit it off, until Tarzan admits his secret: Starting tomorrow, he's going to make himself fat. (extreme weight gain, romance)

Two Fat Guys on a Blind Date The title says it all. Two fat guys go on a blind date, discovering that they crossed paths in the past, and that they're each the reason for the other's weight gain journey. (romance)

Mark Wears the Pants An athletic swimmer meets Rob, a weak, skinny guy at the pool. He helps Rob build muscle, not realizing that his own body keeps getting softer in the process. (fat-gain, muscle-gain, stuffing)

Marriage Body A newlywed couple decide on their beach honeymoon that they want to soften up a little now that they're married. (One husband is much more into the idea than the other.) When they return to the same beach two years later, they've both drastically changed. (extreme weight gain, romance)

Alex Gets Soft (ebook) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 This is my very first gainer story! It's about Alex (a handsome, muscular guy) who wants to become solid-fat, just like a bear he notices on the beach. With his boyfriend's help, Alex gains a ton of weight, but his body gets much, much softer than he expected. As his boyfriend helps him gain, his body starts to change, too. (stuffing, feeding, belly play, oral sex, intercourse, fat-gain, muscle-gain)

Thanks so much for checking out my stuff! I was so nervous to start publishing on Tumblr, but seriously, y'all are amazing!

[dyzbear]

Butt and Gut

Fresh out of the shower, Liam pulled out his lucky pants from the closet and grinned brightly. It felt like such a long time since he had been out to a gay bar. He’d been so busy (and so skint) for weeks ever since he’d moved out of his parents’ place and into the share house. The holidays hadn’t helped either, consuming his time and funds further. But now it was payday, and nothing was going to stop him having a good time.

There was something so satisfying about the way Liam’s lucky pants fitted. Ever since he’d first realised he was gay, Liam knew that he was going to be submissive. For the longest time, he’d fixated on the idea of being taken and pounded by a guy who truly knew what he was doing. The reality had yet to match up to Liam’s fantasies, but his pants were always the way to get the attention he craved. Snug-fitting and shapely, they emphasised the cute little butt he wanted to offer up. When guys saw him, Liam wanted them to imagine taking him and performing every last sexual kink they wanted with him. The pants had been instrumental in attracting Liam’s last boyfriend, as well as a few hook-ups in the past. But, that evening, as Liam pulled them up his legs, a sense of dread slowly filled him.

For the first time ever, Liam had packed on a few pounds over the holidays. Usually slim and twink-like, but for his bubble butt, Liam could feel the extra mass in his glutes and stomach. The scales had declared a nine pound gain and yet, it suddenly felt like so much more as he tried desperately to make the pants close. In the mirror, Liam could see the extra softness of his new love handles bulging slightly over the waistband as he finally completed the deed. He spun around, noting how obscene his ass now looked in such tight material. One wrong move and the fabric could blow at any second. He huffed, questioning whether he could really get away with them that night. The extra weight would have to go, that much was obvious. However, he couldn’t imagine a night out without the pants. No, he reasoned; he wasn’t about to go anywhere without his lucky charm.

Liam decided to stand at the bar most of the night, making small talk with some of the guys he had met over the years. When sitting, he’d felt the harsh, unsympathetic waistband digging into him, reminding him with every passing second of the added flesh on his body. A few drinks with his buddies had slowly helped him relax a little, although the creamy cocktails had bloated his stomach a little too much, making even his shirt appear too snug. With a pretty face, Liam could see guys checking him out, yet no one had come up to chat with him yet. He looked at his cell phone, seeing it was beyond midnight. Never ever had he gone this long without even a guy offering to buy him a drink.

Just then, a tall, strapping guy entered the bar. Dressed in a loose and unironed shirt, the man had all the appearance of a laid-back brute; with a powerful chest and strong hips that came from a naturally broad build and a clearly active lifestyle. With seemingly little thought placed into what he was wearing, the man was still, with minimal effort, the most handsome man in the entire bar. Liam had seen the guy only a handful of times before; always around this time of night and never for very long. As to whether he was gay or not, it was hard to tell. Liam had never once seen him take anyone home, or even flirt with someone here. He bounded up to the bar, getting served almost instantly despite theseveral others who had been waiting patiently. Then, with his bottle of beer in hand, the man turned and seemed to scan the room. 

With his back turned at the time, Liam didn’t notice the man’s eyebrows raising as his eyes caught sight of the overly padded rear pressed into pants that were obviously too tight. Yet, the next time he turned, the handsome jock was suddenly standing right beside him. “I’m Jake,” the man declared, holding out his hand to shake.

Stunned by the approach, Liam placed his hand in the man’s large strong palm and gave his name in response. He hardly realised how expertly he had been led away from his friends and taken towards a high table in the corner where Jake could chat to him more privately.

Did Liam notice the jealous stares in his direction as he stood at the table, chatting with Jake? Of course he did. The music was loud, however, the muscular stud seemed to enjoy leaning in and speaking close to Liam’s ear. His aftershave was so alluring and his breath so sweet. After the initial small talk, the man explained how he worked in construction after having abandoned his semi-professional football career. Suddenly, every inch of his finely sculpted body seemed to make sense; the height, the build, the masculine authority. Liam had never been more aroused in his entire life.

“What about you?” Jake asked. “Do you play any sports?”

Liam couldn’t help but laugh. “No,” he replied instantly. “I was always picked last in gym class, back in high school. Sports aren’t really my thing. I think I’m a bit too lazy for all that.”

It struck Liam that he may have been a little too forthcoming. Perhaps it was his nerves. However, he was pretty sure that an athlete like Jake wouldn’t want to hear that the guy he was flirting with could hardly catch a ball.

“That’s alright,” Jake smiled back sweetly, now resting his hand upon the small of Liam’s back. “So you don’t do any exercise?” he asked.

His heart racing at the touch, Liam found his brain unable to conjure a lie, shaking his head with complete honesty. “No. I don’t do anything.”

Again, Jake smiled, his hand sliding further down onto Liam’s butt, rubbing sweetly in a circular motion on the stretched fabric of the lucky pants. “I like that,” he whispered. “You know… you’re pretty cute,” the man continued into his ear. “I don’t really go for guys who are obsessed with working out.”

Surprised but delighted that his honesty seemed to be taking him places, Liam leaned in a little more. “I don’t think I’ve done any exercise since I left high school over four years ago.”

Slipping his other hand onto Liam’s hip, the large man turned him into his body even more. With lustful eyes fixed on Liam’s lips, the dominant figure took him into a deep kiss; his big hands already exploring and pinching at Liam’s under-exercised rear. The pair breathed out with lust as they kissed further; Jake’s hands seemingly fixated by cupping the glutes, holding and owning them. “Wanna get out of here?” Jake finally asked, already taking Liam’s hand, ready to lead the way.

In no time at all, Liam was closing the door to his bedroom. Jake seemed to set upon him immediately, unbuckling Liam’s belt and unpeeling him from those skin-tight pants. Liam assisted where he could, standing there with his legs slightly parted as Jake went down on his knees and explored that butt that he seemed so fixated on. Removing Liam’s underwear and shirt, the man moaned softly as he sank his nose between the butt cheeks, gripping his hands against Liam’s hips and bouncing the glutes until they jiggled frantically. Liam had never felt chubbier in his whole life, yet it was exactly this softness that seemed to captivate Jake more than any other lover Liam had ever had. From having felt Jake up in the club, he knew how tight at pert the man’s butt was, yet his own felt, in that moment, like two heavy masses of pure blubber. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,”Jake whispered as he slipped on the condom that Liam handed him. Liam had questioned the wisdom of allowing Jake to fuck him after only just meeting. But as the man had undressed and his incredible body came on display, Liam knew that this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity, never to be repeated. He breathed deeply and relaxed as Jake spread his doughy cheeks and pressed himself inside, significantly thicker and larger than any other man who had ever tried to do this. Then that glorious gentle thrusting started.

From the reflection in the mirror, Liam could make out the man’s incredible body, pounding him softly. In his wildest and kinkiest dreams, he could never have imagined anyone so stunning doing this to him, nor that they would seem to enjoy it so much. Jake appeared to be trying to control himself; trying to stop himself from climaxing too soon. Then, when the inevitable finally happened, Jake gasped, as if shocked by the violent power of the orgasm he was experiencing; collapsing with exhaustion next to the chubby boy.

Liam could hardly believe that Jake was still there in the morning. Usually, he had a habit of sleeping in very late. But with Jake’s hands exploring his body again, he awoke with a pleasant smile upon his face. Light was streaming in through the cheap curtains and there he was, being fondled beautifully by the most handsome man he had ever met.

“Do you, perhaps, want to meet up again sometime?” Liam asked nervously as he watched the stunning man pulling his underwear back on and re-buttoning his shirt.

“I gave you my number,” Jake replied, chuckling a little at Liam’s sudden insecurity.

“Yeah, but, to a lot of guys, that doesn’t mean anything,” he replied.

Jake smiled and pulled the still naked Liam up to stand in front him. “Look, I’m not like ‘a lot of guys’,” he whispered sweetly whilst reaching around for one final grope of Liam’s glutes. “I want to take you out for ice cream, fancy dinners and bring you doughnuts in bed,” he assured him. With his other large hand, he gently stroked Liam’s hair out of his face. “I want to spoil and pamper you rotten.”

Liam felt warm and fuzzy. How he wished Jake didn’t have something else on that morning. “I’d absolutely love that,” he nodded back, kissing the stud goodbye.

Despite his busy schedule. Jake was back at Liam’s place only two days later. The pair had been flirtatiously messaging each other almost constantly since their parting. Then, once Liam had sent the man a suggestive nude of his slightly oversized rear, Jake was unable to hold himself back. He arrived straight from his construction job, a masculine musk upon his strong, capable body, looking effortlessly muscular and imposing. Within five minutes, the man had slid his concreter erection straight inside Liam, pounding away until he made both of them climax. 

Afterwards, he’d taken Liam out in his truck to a fast food place Liam had always loved but lived a little far away from to enjoy regularly.

“I’d bring you here every night if it would make you happy,” the gorgeous man declared, rubbing Liam’s thigh as he watched the boy consuming the many items that had been bought for him. “If you have a sweet tooth, I also know a great doughnut place not too far from here?”

Liam nodded, feeling luckier than he’d ever felt before. How was it possible that this incredible man was so ridiculously perfect? How was it conceivable that this hunk had actually just asked him to be his boyfriend?

Dating a man who was so good with his hands was remarkably useful in Liam’s new share house. With Jake so willing and able to fix all the little snags around the house, Liam found himself absolved of all the rest of the little chores by the others living there. Jake had been true to his word about spoiling him. Sometimes, he’d message Liam, telling him to look in certain drawers in his bedroom; whereupon Liam would find tasty treats and snacks that had been hidden there for him by Jake on his last visit. Nurturing seemed to be Jake’s love language. He appeared to revel in taking care of him and making his life as easy as possible. Then, back in the bedroom, he could take on the persona of Liam;s wildest fantasies, fucking him with every ounce of his brutish strength and stamina. Liam had been contorted into every strange pose imaginable whilst Jake set to work upon the ass that he simply could not get enough of.

Liam’s entire family had taken to Jake almost instantly. Even Liam’s father, who had initially struggled with his son coming out, beamed with pride as he introduced Jake to the neighbors at one of their backyard barbecues.

Your butt looks so fucking cute in those shorts,” Jake whispered as he felt up his lover once more.

“Thanks,” Liam smiled back. He didn’t like to say that these were in fact the only shorts that were fitting him comfortably at that time. He’d been quietly packing on weight at an almost alarming rate since the winter. He could feel an insidious oozing influx of blubber around his waist, building into his butt and making it softer than ever before. When sitting, he could feel the wider spread of his buttcheeks and a rolling mass pushing itself gently over his waistband. Liam found himself trying to disguise a notable paunch with his clever clothes choices. But even then, as he looked back at pictures from his first summer with Jake, he could see the new puffiness of his face, undoing it all.

“I look so fat!” Liam had announced, catching sight of his chubby body as Jake played with him in sight of the mirror. Without his clothes on, every last lardy inch of the forty pounds he had gained so far that year seemed to scream out at him.

“You look gorgeous!” Jake had countered, resuming kissing him and only stopping when it seemed like Liam needed more reassurance. “You just look like a guy who’s very content in his relationship. He smiled sweetly. “With this cute little tummy, everyone can see how well I look after you.”

Liam chuckled at that, rolling his eyes. There was no doubt that he had eaten a significant excess of calories the last few months.

“Oh, come on!” Jake had grinned, trying to pull Liam out of his sulky mood. “You really think I’m going to complain if that irresistible ass of yours gets a little bigger?” he teased, reaching down and moulding it into his hands before bouncing it gently. “You know the jiggle drives me crazy.”

Liam smiled at this. Despite how ridiculously mismatched he may have looked beside Jake, he at least knew that he had an ass that his lover found more fuckable than any other in the entire world. “I guess there is that,” he nodded back, never failing to get hard whenever Jake started playing with his butt.

“Exactly,” Jake nodded sweetly at him; his breath upon his face. “So stop stressing. You love how I fuck you, right?” he asked, sliding his hand into Liam’s pants, stroking a finger up his butt crack as the boy dutifully widened his stance for him; the light tickling of his hole.

Liam nodded, already feeling hungry to be taken by Jake again that night.

“So… just be a good boy and quit worrying about what you’re eating. The ice cream ,the pizzas and doughnuts, they’re all doing to help add a little extra cushion back here,” he declared, removing his hand but delivering a playful pat on his rear nonetheless. “Just… let me have some fun with you…” he teased, finally kissing Liam in a way that was simply irresistible.

Although Jake was a terrible cook, he was attentive enough to ensure that Liam had more than enough to eat whenever Liam stayed over at his place. An expert at heating up pizzas, chicken pieces and fries, Liam soon found that his own portions were now dramatically outsizing his muscular and highly active lover’s. “Oh, come on. I know you can eat all that…” Jake had teased once Liam had complained. “You want to keep that ass nice and plush and juicy for me?”

Jake’s excuses for the extra food seemed to play right into Liam’s own submissive streak. He started to care less about the excess weight he was carrying, knowing that at least his butt was shaping up in the way his lover seemed to find so amusingly enticing. As it had grown, Jake had been less and less able to keep his hands off it, caressing those glutes sweetly no matter where they were. Sure, he had a tummy on him not too dissimilar to the cousin he had watched piling on weight since having kids. But with Jake’s offer to let him move in with him, Liam was at last convinced that none of that actually mattered.

Unlike Liam, Jake had relatively few gay friends. Despite meeting at a gay bar, that wasn’t the type of place Jake often frequented. In fact, the only other gay person he seemed to even know was his buddy, Will. Just like Jake, Will was athletic and naturally sporty. When Liam had first seen a picture of him, he’d been nervous that a guy like Will could easily just snap his fingers and steal Jake from him in a microsecond. But as time went on, the more Liam realised he had nothing to worry about. Jake just didn’t seem into the clean-cut athletic types. Whenever they were watching something on TV and a handsome, hunky actor came on screen, Liam couldn’t help commenting and ceclaring his appreciation. Jake would smile, always enjoying seeing him getting a little turned on. Then he would check out the source of Liam’s arousal; usually some tall, built and lean hunk performing in yet another completely unnecessary shirtless scene. “Not my type,” the man would declare dismissively, leaning in to kiss Liam instead.

Liam hadn’t been sure of the sweatshorts he’d worn when he’d been taken over to Will’s place for the first time. However, Jake had insisted he looked great. In truth, his t-shirt was also a poor fit, being ever so slightly too short, and when he’d stood next to Jake at the doorway, he’d felt fat and dumpy.

“So this must be Liam!” Will had smiled after hugging his buddy. A little shorter than Jake and slightly less well built, the guy’s English accent was clearly a huge draw for him. He seemed to look Liam up and down, nodding with approval.

It seemed that Will had been busy most of the morning preparing an authentic British roast dinner, and the three of them settled down at the table almost immediately. Fatty cuts of pork were served straight onto Liam’s plate alongside glistening roasted potatoes, parsnips and carrots. Then a thick, oozing gravy was served all on top of the mountain of food whilst Jake and Will served themselves separately from a dish of boiled vegetables instead. “Does it taste good?” Will asked him after a minute or too.

“Delicious!” Liam had replied instantly, agreeing to some more slices of pork.

“I’ve been nagging Jake that he needs to learn how to cook properly for you,” Will smiled, turning then to Jake. “Liam’s your boyfriend. You need to look after him!”

“I do look after him!” Jake had chuckled back, having finished his much smaller meal and draping his long, muscular arm over Liam’s shoulder. “I’m just a dreadful cook.”

“You’d love it if Jake learned to cook for you like this every night, wouldn’t you?” Will asked Liam.

With his mouth full of food, Liam could only nod in hearty agreement.

Will’s dessert was an equally mouth-watering experience: a large slice of fresh apple pie drowned in an ocean of warm, creamy custard. It had all been served with such speed and efficiency that Liam’s brain didn’t seem to catch up with how full his stomach had become until it was far too late. Forcing down the last two spoonfuls, a mild panic set in as Liam realised how completely stuffed he was. The thick, oozing custard had seemed to fill every last gap in his stomach, sticking to his insides and making it so that even a sly burp wouldn’t cause any relief.

The three of them went to sit in the lounge area instead; Jake resting his arm over Liam’s shoulders once more, whilst perching his other hand on Liam’s stomach until the bloated boy had to ask him to remove it. Just the weight of that large hand on top had made him feel like his sides may split open at any second.

Will had seemed to pick up on how uncomfortably full Liam felt, addressing most of his conversation to Jake instead. There was even a blissful five minutes where the pair of them discussed supercars and Liam could rest easy, not having to contribute at all.

“So, eight months, huh?” Will had asked, smiling as they discussed how long Jake and Liam had now been dating. “Have you met Jake’s parents yet?”

Jake shook his head, answering for Liam. Jake’s folks lived in Florida and, with five other sons scattered all over the country, had not been over to see their son the entire time they had been together. “We’re hoping to go down and see them during the holidays.”

Liam nodded. “Although I do want to drop a few pounds before then,” he sighed, feeling heavy and lethargic still. “I can’t see me making a good impression given all the weight I’ve put on this year.

“It’s happy weight!” Will had shot back immediately. “It’s a fact of life. Everyone knows you put on a good amount of weight when you find the right person.”

“That’s what I tell him,” Jake nodded in agreement, lightly rubbing the top of Liam’s belly where a distinct shelf was forming. Jake wasn’t lying. Word-for-word, Jake would always tell him the exact same thing whenever he got a little insecure about his evolving shape: contentment always came with weight gain.

“Plus, you’re dating a big, strapping guy like Jake, who naturally eats more than most guys. So you will most likely be picking up those sorts of eating habits. My boyfriend is the same,” he added nonchalantly. “I eat a lot to keep up the muscle and so he’s automatically started eating more and carrying a little more weight. I think it’s cute.”

“Me too,” Jake smiled at Liam proudly. He tensed his bicep for Liam to admire; as if these strong arms were yet another reason why he shouldn’t blame himself for getting so lardy.

Just then, the door to the apartment gently opened and Will’s eyes lit up as his boyfriend arrived home from work. He bounced up with a sprightliness that Liam could no longer even imagine and raced to the door, returning with a short, portly guy under his arm. “This is Sam,” he announced, beaming.

Dressed smartly in a tight-fitting shirt, Sam’s stomach stuck out, protruding quite considerably in front of him. With absolutely no jawline remaining, the fat-faced guy stepped forwards and politely shook Liam’s hand. Round: that was almost the only word that sprang to Liam’s mind as he tried to comprehend the shape of handsome Will’s boyfriend. Fat had completely consumed the guy’s torso, bulging and rolling into incredibly robust-looking love handles that pushed gently over the waistband of his pants. He stayed only a moment before being taken off to the kitchen to have a full plate of leftovers made up for him.

“Sam’s such a sweet guy,” Jake smiled as he was left alone with Liam briefly once more. “I think you two will really hit it off.”

Liam wanted to whisper something about his surprise at Will’s boyfriend’s size. What was a handsome British guy doing with such a startlingly obese boy? Then again, he’d heard similar things being said about him in recent months; friends who had told him that he was letting himself go and putting his relationship in danger. Perhaps it was best not to question these things.

Will came back to join them, leaving his boyfriend to eat his dinner in peace in the kitchen. They chatted some more, until Will got up yet again to serve up Sam’s dessert. Then, about ten minutes after that, Sam came in to join them all. His face was one of strain, which Liam could fully identify with. Sam had overeaten, just like he had earlier. It had been the pie and custard that had done it, Liam could tell. Inside that tight shirt of his, Sam’s stomach had expanded and bloated, pressing against the shirt buttons. The man dropped himself onto the couch next to Will and groaned softly. At the same time, Will’s eyes seemed to light up. He leaned across and kissed his lover deeply, not seeming to care that others were there to watch.

Rather than feeling awkward, Jake turned to Liam and moved in for his own kiss; the two couples suddenly making out like pairs horny teenagers. Jake’s hand slipped under Liam’s shirt, rubbing the rounded stomach that had been packed so tightly that afternoon. With his portly gut on show, Liam looked across to the other couple even as he kissed Jake, worried that they would see how chubby he looked without a t-shirt to hide it all. Neither of them were looking; they were too engrossed in their own pleasure; Will’s hand mimicking Jake’s as he too rubbed the spherical shape of his own boyfriend’s fat stomach. To anyone else, it may have looked grotesque and unsightly, however Liam found the sight was actually turning him on, despite not being able to fully explain why. What was it about these two friends: Jake and WIll? Guys like these didn’t date such overweight folks. What was going on that Liam wasn’t picking up on?

In the coming months, Liam had packed on even more fat. He could feel his love handles bulging at the sides and the fat spreading from his chest and under his arms. Relatively new t-shirts that had fitted poorly before, now became obscene. After moving in with Jake before the holidays. Liam’s weight had skyrocketed, His butt had expanded with each passing day, pulling tightly against the material of all his sweatpants until even the pull string had no length left to give.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jake reassured him as he seductively fed him a large slice of a cheesecake he had picked up on the way home. It was obvious where things were headed as Jake took off his own shirt to make the moment even more erotic. The man seemed so built, powerful and dominant in these moments; contrasting to an almost insane degree with the blubbery, plush physique Liam had obtained in the last sixteen months. Yet, still Liam wanted to eat this for him. Food had always been the foreplay before a fucking, which Jake had showered and prepared himself for excitedly. There was a lust upon Jake that could not be matched through any other means; his dominance seeming to grow with each forkful he lifted into Liam’s mouth. Submitting to that, knowing that his ass was about to be pounded, felt like the most fulfilling thing Liam could ever do.

“Think you can finish off the whole cheesecake?” Jake asked seductively, already standing to fetch the final slice. 

In previous times, Liam would not have been able to do such a thing, but something had happened to him in recent weeks, making him more capable than ever of consuming greater amounts in these types of sittings. “Do you want me to finish it all for you?” he asked, almost begging for Jake to turn on that fiercely dominant personality that he found so sexy in the bedroom.

Jake nodded, slipping off the remainder of his clothes before sitting down again, carrying the final slice of cheesecake and placing Liam’s idle hand to stroke his raging erection. “I want you to eat it all for me,” the man insisted just as Liam obediently set to work in stroking his man’s hard-on up and down. “I want your ass nice and big and soft before I fuck it.”

Fuck! Liam thought to himself. Why was that so fucking sexy?

Over time, Lima had lost track of his weight. His body had been changing and growing so much that standing on the scales seemed like an unnecessary chore to confirm something that he already knew. Jake had found him some pants for work that came with an unexpectedly useful elasticated waistband. However his shirts were always a constant snug fit, stretching across his chubby torso. At one time, the size had felt frustratingly large to cater for his stout stomach, with too much material flapping around in the chest and arms. But as time went on, Liam’s chest expanded, alongside the tops of his arms, which swelled with blubbery softness. There wasn't a scrap of visible muscle on his entire body and that seemed to be the way that Jake liked him. Having never obtained his driving licence, Liam had been used to walking in order to get around the city. But now, with Jake, the newly obese boy was quite accustomed to being driven everywhere. He was spoiled and pampered as Jake seemed to be getting the most intense satisfaction from seeing him living out a life that was so opposite to his own intensely physical livelihood and hobbies.

It was around that time that Jake had wanted to start recording them having sex. He’d set up his cell phone on the side and experimented with different angles as Liam generally crouched on the bed with his butt up and ready. Afterwards, they’d watch them back, touching each other with lust at the sight of themselves, so dramatically contrasting. However, for Liam, there was so much more to these recordings. Despite the weight he knew he had packed on, he hadn’t quite realised how much his body was rippling with each thrust, nor the satisfaction that Jake seemed to get in making it happen. Playing it back he could visibly see Jake getting off on experimenting with his thrusting to make the powerful vibrations shift in as many different ways as possible. There was a small area of back fat that Jake’s hands seemed to shift backwards and forwards to, as if he was desperate to grab hold of and pound even harder with. Liam could see just how lardy he was in certain areas, where it bulged in his stomach and sagged in his chest and turned his thighs into tree trunks. He could also see how Jake’s hands explored from one to the other; the man’s face looking down upon it with a mixture of pride, disgust and dominance. Gleefully, he would slap the wide ass as he pounded, never failing to climax in a manner that suggested he received pure bliss from every last inch of it all.

Home alone, Liam began to watch the videos back as he touched himself. He’d promised his parents only the night before that he was going to try and lose some weight, yet there he was, feasting upon the cheesecake Jake had bought him, knowing that it would make his lover unreasonably horny to come home and see that it had all be consumed in a single day. Such acts of greed always aroused them both. For Jake, Liam assumed it was the fact that he was maintaining that soft, contrasting appearance that he found so alluring. However, for Liam, indulging as he did felt like the ultimate act of submission, reshaping his entire body to suit the man who fucked him. All other consequences of it failed to surpass the drive he had to make Jake moan deeply from a powerful orgasm whilst buried deep inside him.. But as Liam watched back the videos again and again, there was always a look upon Jake’s face as he came close to climaxing: a look of power, amusement and wicked intentions towards him. Each time Liam saw it, he couldn’t help but squirt everywhere himself. If only Jake could express that side of his personality more, Liam would be helpless to resist.

“Jeez!” exclaimed Will’s rotund boyfriend, Sam, poking Liam’s tummy. “You’ve been eating well!”

“You can talk!” Liam shot back, noting that Sam had waited until they were alone to comment on his weight. It had been over eight months since he had first met Sam, rather briefly. Back then, he had been amazed by the sheer scale of Sam’s tummy. Now that stomach had clearly swollen to an incredible circumference, bringing along with the largest, puffiest arms Liam had ever seen.

“I’m starting to get that gut droop!” he chuckled, reaching underneath and jiggling the soft overhang that was almost visible under his t-shirt. “Will is in his element playing with it all.”

“Will’s really into it then?” Liam asked, feeling a spike of excitement as the conversation took this turn. He’d pondered for months about just how kinky the couple might be. Now he may finally get some answers.

“Of course he is!” Sam chuckled. “I could tell within five minutes the type of guy he was. My belly was relatively small back then too. It didn’t take a genius to work out what would happen if I dated him.”

“And you don’t mind?” Liam asked next, delighted with how open Sam was being.

“Look at them both,” Sam simply pointed to their muscular boyfriend standing in the queue for ice creams. “Those horny little fuckers are having the time of their lives packing the pounds on us. They think they’re so clever and cunning. Who could resist that?”

Liam turned, spotting Jake and Will laughing to each other. Perhaps they were making fun of how fat he had grown in the time since they’d all last seen each other. Then again, was he just imagining that because he was a little horny? The shorts he had chosen to wear for this weekend away with Will and Sam were more than a little fitted and revealing of his thick, blubbery thighs. So far, Jake had hardly been able to keep his hands off the wide load that had become his giant backside at close to 340lbs.

“Will told me he met Jake at the gym, but I reckon they both came across each other on some fat fetish website or something,” Sam continued to ponder, watching both of the boys enjoying each other’s company so much.

Liam flushed with a little embarrassment, noting how familiar he had become with such websites in recent months. Time and again he had crept back and climaxed whilst talking to guys about how much weight he had packed on since he had dated a guy who seemingly just liked to keep his well-drilled butt soft, fat and under-exercised. “Jake told me they’d met at a summer camp when they were in middle school,” he replied.

The pair of them chuckled, realising that they had both been misled by the rather obvious lie. “Those devious bastards! Will didn't even move here with his family until he was seventeen!” Sam smirked, enjoying the naughtiness of his lover just as much as Liam did. 

Not long afterwards, the two men arrived back carrying giant ice creams for both Liam and Sam. Liam could feel Jake gently rubbing his wide back as he ate and noted the stares of passers-by as he sucked and licked at the fattening ice cream. Perhaps they could tell that he had fallen into the clutches of some kink-fuelled hedonistic relationship. Maybe they looked down on him, or felt sympathy? However, it was only lust that consumed Liam. Pure, inescapable eroticism at every last detail of his situation.

Despite his significantly larger stomach, Sam charged ahead with Will during the walk to the restaurant. Liam lagged behind, feeling the fat wobbling on his thighs and noting how Sam’s butt was comparatively slender than his own. The man continued to work in retail and was up on his feet most of the day. Whereas Liam had only ever worked in an office and, since dating Jake, had pretty much been dropped off and picked up from the door of his workplace every single day. He paused for a moment, wincing a little.

“My thighs are rubbing together like crazy today,” he grumbled. “I think these shorts were a mistake.”

“They definitely weren’t!” Jake shot back, giving Liam’s wide rear a satisfied pat. “It’s not much further to this restaurant and I’ll fetch the car afterwards so I can pick you up from outside.”

Liam nodded, pleased that Jake always found such simple solutions. He hadn’t really wanted to walk back on a full stomach. Especially not when he felt as ridiculously horny as he had that day. Even now, he could feel blood pumping towards his groin, ensuring that he would make an absolute pig of himself when he was finally unleashed upon the buffet.

“I think your boyfriend needs to get a little more exercise from time to time,” Will teased when Jake finally arrived beside a sweating Liam at the foyer of the all-you-can-eat place.

“Or maybe you should just pick restaurants that don’t involve such a trek next time,” Jake grumbled back, slipping his powerful arm over his exhausted lover as if proud of how out of shape he was.

Jake’s hand was never far from Liam’s thick thigh as they sat down at the table. After a couple of rounds selecting his own food, Jake had soon taken over. “Are you going to cut his food up for him too?” Will joked, seeing how dutifully Jake attended to Liam. However, Jake merely smiled back, rubbing Liam’s wide back encouragingly. If this had been a competition to see which of their fat lovers could eat the most, Jake was winning by quite a considerable margin. Despite the fact that Sam was at least 50lbs heavier, it was clear that he was less capable of consuming the vast quantities of starchy, bloating foods that had been Jake’s usual choice to serve up to Liam over the last couple of years. More than once, Liam caught Jake smirking with superiority at how much more obviously greedy Liam was than Sam.

After several desserts, Jake soon disappeared to collect the car, arriving at the front of the restaurant within a ridiculously small amount of time, only highlighting how insignificant the journey there had actually been. Will was trying to insist that large bellied Sam should take the front seat, however, Jake was having none of it, patting the prime position for his heavy reared boy instead.

Back at the beach house they had rented for the weekend, Liam settled down on the couch, now realising how much the bloat was setting in. Sam followed shortly, dropping his heavy body down and slouching back so that his double chin formed a giant framing ring around his entire face. “Your Jake was talking about us using the pool shortly,” Sam explained lethargically, grabbing the TV remote. 

“I don’t know if I have the energy for that,” Liam chuckled back, rubbing his strained stomach.

“Oh, come on. You know he doesn’t actually want you to use the pool,” Sam smirked. “Jake helicopters over you all day long, trying to ensure you don’t move a muscle. He just wants to show off your body to Will. That’s pretty much the whole reason those kinky bastards booked this weekend. You wouldn’t believe some of the meals Will was cooking me in the last few weeks, secretly making sure I was in the best shape for it.”

“He fed you up good, huh?” Liam asked, getting aroused by the idea.

“He certainly did!” Sam nodded. “He thinks he’s so subtle about it all as well,” he laughed, glancing outside to where the two strapping boys were perched on the deck; laughing and enjoying each other’s company. In any other world, the pair might have made a really hot gay couple, fit to appear on the front cover of a steamy magazine. Yet, there they both were, most likely swapping stories of how they stealthily packed on pounds and pounds of lard onto the obese boys they got such a kick out of fucking. 

“Jake gets so turned on by your sweet tooth, doesn’t he?” Sam continued. “At one point, I thought he was going to bend you over the table and fuck you right there in the restaurant after all those desserts you finished up,” the fat boy teased.

“Oh, I wish he would!” Liam sighed longingly. “When we’re at home together he can get so worked up that he needs to fuck me several times a day!”

Sam smirked back at him, enjoying the opportunity to speak so freely about their shared pleasures in dating such similar guys. “Don’t you wish they were a little bit more open about it though?” Sam asked. “I mean, it’s so obvious that Will is into this whole weight gain stuff, yet he never comes right out and says it.”

Liam nodded in agreement. “I’d be so turned on if Jake just told me he wanted me fatter,” he stated emphatically. For months now, he had dreamed and wished for such a day as that; when he could finally submit to those barely concealed kinks Liam had come to appreciate so wholeheartedly.

Despite their full stomachs, the two obese boys soon disappeared off to put on their swimwear; Jake and Will immediately swarming around them both as they emerged with all their flesh on show. Will’s hand was soon sliding to the fat that drooped from Sam’s belly, whilst Jake’s fingers flexed as they held Liam’s giant butt cheek. Therein lay the true difference between them: Will was obsessed with the size of his lover’s gigantic stomach, whilst, for Jake, it was all about making Liam’s ass as heavy and fuckable as possible.

With the hands of their lovers upon them, Sam and Liam glanced at each other. Were they actually going to do this? A final nod from Sam seemed to suggest so.

“We’ve got a surprise for you both,” Liam blurted out excitedly, already moving inside.

Sam nodded, pulling handsome Will in behind them. They led the way to the large corner sofa, each placing their lovers at either end. A cold beer was passed to them, then Liam eagerly trotted back to the refrigerator, pulling out the absolutely enormous cream-filled cake that had been bought for Will’s birthday the next day.

Sam was already on his knees on the floor when Liam brought the box down and joined him. He opened up the box, almost breathless with excitement as he saw Sam so excited to get started. Then, without a second thought, he plunged his chubby hand down into the cake, scooping out a giant handful and slapping it into Sam’s open mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Jake gasped, twitching as if he had just been given the most instantaneous erection of his life.

With his hand pressed over Sam’s mouth, the large, blubbery boy was chewing and nibbling until he was at last sucking at Liam’s fingers to get at all the icing. “Eat up, Piggy!” Liam coaxed him. “We’ve got to get you nice and fat for Will’s birthday tomorrow…”

For the first time since Liam had met him, Will seemed utterly speechless, with a bemused look upon his face as Liam’s sticky hand grabbed at Sam’s lardy overhang and jiggled it for them all to see. 

Sam smirked, reaching his own hand into the cake now, pressing it into Liam’s mouth whilst the guy ate enthusiastically at the giant serving pushing down on his tongue and prevented from escaping by Sam’s bloated fingers resting across his lips. “Come on, Fat Boy!” Sam whispered. “You’ve got some catching up to do,” he declared, clawing at a great roll of fat above Liam’s hip.

Again, the obese boys took turns feeding and jiggling each other. Now their lovers no longer hid the vertical bulges in their underwear as they watched it all from the couch. Will was the first one to dive in and start stroking himself under his clothes. With the floodgates opening, Jake pulled down his shorts, stroking his own shaft with a look of pure amusement and devilish delight on his face. He seemed so much more controlled than Will, who was slouching further into his seat, stroking furiously as he watched his 380lb lover being fed and deliberately fattened. Sam’s small, pig-like burp was all it took for Will to lose any inhibitions whatsoever, pulling off his shirt and pants before joining them both on the floor. Then Sam was taken into the most erotic kiss Liam had ever witnessed.

Liam watched on as Will and Sam became consumed by their own lust. Will had pressed his erection into one of Sam’s fat roles, gyrating his hips like he could climax at any second. The sight was so mesmerising that Liam hardly noticed that Jake had undressed himself. 

“That was quite some stunt,” the muscular man chuckled, slapping Liam on his wide rear as Liam instinctively went onto all fours and allowed the swimwear to be removed.

“I think the birthday boy enjoyed it,” Liam teased back, still watching the horny couple as they moaned; Will’s hand taking over the task of pressing more cake into his lover’s mouth.

“What do you think is going to happen to Sam after tonight, though?” Jake asked. “Will’s a sweet guy but… you unleashed a monster. Do you think he can go back to subtly overfeeding Sam to cause a slow weight gain after you gave him this?” he chuckled, watching Will getting off on how obediently his lover was sucking every last crumb of the cake he was given. “Sometimes there’s a reason why these things aren’t said aloud. Now there’s nothing to stop him from making Sam as unreasonably fat and lardy as he wants. And trust me,” Jake chuckled, “he definitely will!”

Liam nodded, feeling a slight twinge of guilt.

“And as for you…” Jake continued, swiping his finger along the floor to gather the remains of the smeared cake frosting. “... now there’s nothing to slow me down either,” he grinned, painting around Liam’s mouth with all the sugary paste. “You forced my hand. Now I can’t hide the fact that, yes… I do want you fatter and greedier and lazier…”

Liam could feel his arousal spiking as the words dropped like tiny exploding bombs.

“I was prepared to take the slower path; overfeeding and pampering you… telling you that it’s okay that you’ve gotten a little big for your pants; cheering you up when you pop a button,” Jake declared, staring Liam straight in the eyes as he spoke. “But now I don’t have to. Now I can take you at my pace. I can show you what I really want to see… the giant sort of fatties I really get off to,” he nodded, reaching over and giving Liam’s wide, heavy glutes a firm slap.

Liam almost quivered with excitement, knowing that he was about to be fucked, right here in the lounge, in front of Sam and Will; his heart beating furiously with all the things Jake was telling him.

“I’m going to make you absolutely enormous…” Jake stated with complete seriousness. “It’s what I’ve wanted from the day I first clapped eyes on that chubby little rear of yours. You’re going to eat and grow… lay down on the couch, getting softer every single day. And I’m going to love every minute of it. Then I’m going to show you off and fuck you again and again.”

Liam moaned with pleasure, dropping his elbows to the floor so that his heavy, soft ass sat higher, waiting to be taken. He shuffled his knees wider, making his chest wobble and hang, preparing himself for what was coming. What had started as a little kinky fun that evening had clearly been so much more. He’d crossed a line. He could never go back now. 

So, as Sam glanced across watching him as he was getting roughly pounded by his boyfriend, they could both come to one completely obvious conclusion: Things would never be the same again.

[dyzbear]

Hello from Charlie Gyrth!

A Brief Introduction (and Links!)

Hello, Tumblr! My name’s Charlie. I’ve been writing (and reading) gainer fiction for years, and I finally have the confidence to start posting. My goal is to publish one story or chapter every day for the rest of 2025.

Here’s what I have so far:

Multi-Part Stories:

A Milkshake a Day (ebook) 1 2 3 4

Fatter for the Wedding (ebook) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Alex Gets Soft (ebook) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22

Nightly Feedings (ebook) 1 2 3 4

Go with the Flow: A Surfer Gets Fat (ebook) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

One-Offs:

Tiny Tim and Small SamThe Hottest Guy in Town 1 2 Metabolism Blockers Sliding Doors, Changing Waistlines Liam's Sweet Tooth Are You Happy? My Best Friend Comes Back The Writer's Retreat Halloween Before and After Marriage Body Mark Wears the Pants Two Fat Guys on a Blind Date

And here’s a little bit about me:

I love writing about positive, supportive male couples who embrace the joys of gaining, feeding, encouraging, stuffing, and belly play. I don’t write about force-feeding (unless it’s consensual) or revenge fattening. I read those kinds of stories sometimes, but as a writer, I want to explore the healthier sides to gaining.

I find fat beautiful, so I kind of get lost in describing it sometimes. I love the sheer variety of plus-sized body types, so I try to reflect that in my stories. Not every fat guy is destined to grow a big, round beer gut (although those are great, of course).

I typically stay away from magical plots or instant weight gain. That usually doesn’t do it for me.

I will never use AI in my writing. I like creating these stories myself. (I have a day job as a full-time writer/editor, so this stuff is sort of a release for me.)

I try to be realistic with how quickly my characters gain, but sometimes I get a little ahead of myself and stretch reality. Just go with it.

I've started to publish some of these stories as ebooks. They will always be available for free on Tumblr, but one of my goals in life is to make gainer fiction more accepted in the literary world. We need to get more of this stuff out there. I don't expect gainer fiction to ever become mainstream, but there's no reason why it isn't as mainstream as, say, werewolf shifter erotica or other niche subgenres.

Probably not important, but I'm a redhead, so if you're wondering why there's an overrepresentation of red-haired characters in my stories, now you know.

I’m a gainer in my personal life, but I’m terrible at it. I always get up to about 210 or so and then chicken out. These stories are a way to help me process some of those feelings so that I can eventually have the confidence to keep going. We’ll see. (196 as of today!)

And I think that’s about it. Thanks so much for checking out my Tumblr! And happy eating!

[dyzbear]

Inevitable

It was a typical Tuesday night at the bear bar downtown, and Ozzy Carter was beginning to be bored of it all. The same clout-hungry, insta-famous men with more ego than body hair- and there was a LOT of body hair to go around- strutted around like they owned the joint, making sure that everyone in the room knew they were present so they could admire and adore them as they believed they deserved.

He wasn’t totally sure why he even bothered to show up tonight. He’d wanted a break from all the overtime he has been pulling at work, sure, but there were other ways to spend what little free time he allowed himself. He’d only had some vague sense of somehow needing to be here. For what, he didn’t know, and he was beginning to see that listening to his instincts had clearly been a mistake that evening. If he’d only knew how drastically his life was about to change, and how far off the rails it would fall, maybe he would have chosen a different way to spend his evening. But here he was.

Just as he was about to cut his losses and call it a night, Ozzy saw him. A huge mountain of a man had sat his double wide dump truck of an ass onto a now precarious-looking bar stool. His enormous belly took up his entire lap, with two large, heavy looking tits resting comfortably on top of it. His wide, handsome face was framed by a thick beard, which itself was framed by a thick double chin. A tuft of chest hair poked out of the top his black tank top, which rose up just enough in the back for Ozzy to see the top of the crack of his ass. He took a beer from the bartender with his large, puffy hands, and the considerable amount of arm fat dipped back slightly when he took a drink.

Ozzy’s dick jumped to attention immediately. He had always had a strong attraction to fat men, and this newcomer checked all the boxes. He must have been a fairly recent arrival in town; a large man like him would have been noticeable anywhere had he been around before. A night with him would be one for the books, Ozzy thought. He considered approaching him to make conversation- taking a large swig of his own beer for some extra courage- when he realized that the man was already looking in his direction. He gave a small, confident smirk, and raised his beer towards the smaller man. As Ozzy raised his in response, the man gestured for him to join him at the bar. Surprised, and a bit shy, Ozzy walked over slowly.

“Hey there, handsome,” the big man said warmly. “What are you doing over there all by yourself?”

“Oh, I uh…” Ozzy began nervously, taking another sip of his beer. “Just people watching, I guess.”

The man chuckled, his chest bouncing slightly. Ozzy tried not to redirect his gaze as he continued. “Honestly, I’m not really into the scene. Just kind of felt like being here was the right choice tonight, for whatever reason.”

“That so?” The man asked. He took a hearty swig of his beer, and belched loudly. Again, Ozzy tried to ignore the tightening in his pants as he excused himself and continued. “Ain’t that something.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” the guy answered. “I felt like I needed to be here tonight too.” 

“Really now?” Ozzy asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes indeed.” The man downed his beer and signaled the bartender for another. Then he turned to Ozzy and offered his hand. “Trenton.”

“Ozzy.” He shook Trenton’s hand and offered a grin. “Nice to meet you.”

“And you.” Trenton smiled back and took another drink. He looked Ozzy up and down, smiling still, but something was different about his gaze. He seemed like he was sizing Ozzy up. Then he continued. “I’m guessing from your outfit, you probably came here straight from your… office job, am I right?”

Ozzy blinked in surprise. Sure, he was dressed in his blue button up and khakis, but was it that obvious? “Actually, yeah. Just getting off of my third straight week of overtime.”

“Yikes,” Trenton said with another little laugh. He continued to drink his second beer as he went on. “A workaholic, I see.”

“I am, yeah,” Ozzy responded with a chuckle of his own. “Gotta put in the work to move up in the world. You know how it goes.”

“Once upon a time, yeah I did,” Trenton said. He polished off his beer again and asked the bartender for a third. “But I found that life is a hell of a lot more enjoyable when you just let things like that go.”

Ozzy raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

“It is so, yeah.” Trenton grinned again. “Work. Family. The gym, obviously.” He let out another laugh as he slapped his substantial belly. Ozzy tried to keep eye contact as he went on. “When you let go… you’re free. It’s the best feeling.”

“I’m glad that works for you, man,” Ozzy said mildly. “But I have too many plans for my life to just ‘let go’. It’d be nice, but…” He shrugged.

Trenton’s grin widened. He gave Ozzy a once over again, and the smaller man noticed that there was now a strange hunger in them. A longing. Then it seemed to just disappear, and he said “You wanna get out of here? Let’s head back to my place.”

Now both of Ozzy’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Trenton swung his thick legs around and slid slowly off of the barstool, taking his hand. “I’m claiming you now before anybody else in here gets the idea to.”

—-

For such a fat man, Trenton was not hurting in the dick department. He revealed his long, girthy member as they undressed in-between long, sensual kissing. As he grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand, he looked into Ozzy’s eyes and asked “You sure you want to do this?”

“Fuck yeah,” Ozzy answered, kissing him again and running his hands through every fold of fat he could reach. “Make me yours, baby.”

That look again. That hunger. Trenton smiled again, but this time it had a hint of maliciousness to it. It was more of a smug smirk. “All I needed to hear.” 

He then lifted his belly up and  plunged into Ozzy suddenly, wasting no time. Ozzy let out a pained scream that Trenton silenced with a fat hand over his mouth. As he pounded the smaller man’s tight little ass, he whispered into his ear. “You’re gonna be such a good little piggy. Such a great hog. I know it. I feel it.”

Ozzy was confused, but the questions died in his throat once the pain turned to pleasure, and he threw it back against the rhythmic pounding. Minutes later, Trenton let out a harsh groan and Ozzy felt him nut inside of him, feeling the warm spurts deep within his ass, which in turn made him orgasm more powerfully than he ever had before. They both flopped onto their backs, spent. Ozzy felt Trenton pull him closer, wrapping his arms around him. Spending the night hadn’t been the plan, but he was so comfortable, and Trenton was so warm. Before he knew it, he’d dozed off.

—-

The smell of frying bacon awoke him. He opened his eyes and turned to see Trenton, wearing a shirt that was clearly two sizes too small, working over a stove. He turned to Ozzy and smiled. “Morning,” he said. “Thought I’d make us some breakfast before you headed out.”

Ozzy smiled back. “That’s pretty sweet of you,” he said as he checked his watch. He saw with a shock that it was almost noon.  “Damn, I really slept in.”

“You didn’t have somewhere to be, did you?” Trenton asked.

Normally, Ozzy would have replied with “Yeah, I have some work to catch up on.” But he was so comfortable, and the breakfast Trenton was preparing smelled so good. “No. I have time if you do.”

Trenton’s smiled widened. “That’s what I love to hear.”

A few moments later, he handed Ozzy an enormous plate of bacon, sausage links, eggs and  four slices of buttered toast. Ozzy was stunned at the amount; this must have been a normal amount for Trenton, but he was sure he wouldn’t be able to finish it all. He looked up to say as much, but Trenton met his gaze with a knowing, sly smirk. “Eat,” he said with a commanding timbre to his voice. And so Ozzy set to it with gusto. Twenty minutes later, to his shock, the plate was clean. He leaned back and rubbed his distended stomach, letting out a loud, prolonged burp. “Whew! Excuse me.”

Trenton, who had been watching him shovel all that food down, grinned widely. “You’re excused, baby boy.” He reached out and rubbed Ozzy’s enlarged stomach. “You’re gonna be perfect,” he said in quieter tone.

Ozzy looked at him, confused. “What?”

Trenton laughed. “Nothing, cutie. Nothing at all.” He lumbered to his feet, and stretched his pudgy hand out to Ozzy. “Heading out, yeah?”

Ozzy nodded. He didn’t mean to make an abrupt departure, but he also didn’t want to overstay his welcome. “Yeah, I should probably get going.” He turned slightly sheepish as he said, “Um… can I see you again?”

“Oh, you will,” Trenton said with confidence. “You’ll be back before you know it.”

Ozzy stared at him, slightly bemused. “Oh, will I?”

“Yes.” Trenton’s tone became serious, but his grin stretched wider and that hungry look came back into his eyes. “You will.”

Ozzy felt a sudden sense of disquiet. The fat man’s bold proclamation carried a strange undertone, one that unnerved him and yet… also assured him? 

He dressed quickly and made his way to the door. “Thanks for the evening,” he said quickly, as he rushed out the door. And as he hurried down the hallway, he was sure he heard Trenton reply, “See you soon, piggy!”

—-

Ozzy arrived home an hour later, the strange encounter still replaying in his mind. See you soon, piggy. He was sure that’s what Trenton has said as he left. But, a pig? Him? He was still in fairly good shape; no six pack, sure, but he had a solid stomach, a decent amount of muscle on his arms and legs, and a nice little bubble butt. And it’s not like he had some phobia of gaining weight- that would make him a huge hypocrite, given his preferred type of man- but he was damn sure not a piggy.

Fucking weirdo, he thought with a shake of his head.

He walked into his kitchen and grabbed an energy drink, popped it open, and drank deeply. Pushing the encounter from his mind, he returned to the living room and grabbed the controller to his PS5. Usually he spent what little downtime he allowed himself playing video games, but something was distracting him today. He couldn’t get himself into the game, couldn’t properly focus. 

It wasn’t the odd encounter with Trenton that distracted him; he had succeeded in letting that go. No, it was something else. Something that felt more instinctual. But what it was continued to elude him as he played on. After his fifth failed in-game raid, however, he had to set the controller down and actually ponder what the issue was. It wasn’t until he heard a loud, prolonged growl from his stomach that he realized the problem: he was hungry.

At first, he was a little surprised. He’d had such a big breakfast at Trenton’s, he didn’t think he’d be so hungry so soon. But when his stomach growled its demand again, he knew something had to be done. He ordered a pepperoni pizza and some garlic knots with his phone, reasoning that whatever he didn’t finish could serve as leftovers for later that night. He switched from the game to a movie and slid out of his pants, making himself more comfortable. The pizza arrived thirty minutes later, and after tipping the delivery girl, he set to work. He figured he’d only have two or three slices, but his hunger must have been worse than he thought. Before he knew it, he had finished the whole pie, knots and all.

Sitting back, he rubbed on his stuffed gut, easing the bloated feeling. Damn, he thought with some surprise. Didn’t think I was that hungry. He stretched contentedly on the couch, making himself more comfortable. I’ll just work a little harder at the gym later to work it off. No big deal.

And with that thought, he started to doze off. His dreams were odd; Trenton was there, often with food in hand. First it was a tray of burgers, then it switched to tacos, then cakes, pies, ice cream… Eat up piggy, he commanded in his smooth baritone. You know you will. You know you can’t resist anymore. And Ozzy would oblige, stuffing his face, feeling his stomach push out further and further, and it felt so good, it felt so right…

He awoke with a start in the dark to the sound of his phone going off. Sleepily, he reached out and checked to see who was calling. His friend from work, Joey, was trying to reach him. He answered the call. “Yo?”

“Man, what happened to you?” Joey asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“What are you talking about?” Ozzy asked, yawning.

“We were supposed to meet at the gym an hour ago, remember?” Joey said in an indignant tone. “What, you bail and can’t even let me know?”

Ozzy then began to notice just how dark it was, and looked over at the clock on the counter. It was 7:30; he’d slept all day. “Shit,” he said, embarrassed. “My bad bro. Time must have got away from me. I just ate and knocked out.”

Joey scoffed. “Well shit, next time let me know when you’re gonna sleep the day away.”

“Sorry,” Ozzy said, still feeling a bit ashamed. “Rain check?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joey said, and Ozzy could see him shaking his head in his mind’s eye. “You’re good though?”

“Yeah, I’m straight. Guess I just needed to catch up on some sleep.”

“A’ight, I understand. Just give me a heads up the next time you wanna play Sleeping Beauty on a gym day.”

Ozzy snorted. “Will do. See you tomorrow.” He hung up and stretched, yawning as he did so. Before he could even decide what he was about to do now, his stomach growled loudly yet again.

Seriously?

—-

“Well well, somebody had quite the weekend,” Jack Hughes, Ozzy’s manager, said snidely as the young man speed walked into the office twenty minutes late.

“Sorry about this, Mr. Hughes,” Ozzy apologized. “Train delays were pretty bad this morning.” That, however, was a lie: Ozzy had stopped at the nearby fast food spot to pick up a few breakfast sandwiches before work. He adjusted his belt as he sat at his desk, feeling it press into his bloated stomach.

“Ah, it’s fine,” Mr. Hughes said, waving his hand. “You work so hard around here, I suppose I can give you a pass this once. Just don’t make a habit of it.”

“Yes sir,” Ozzy said, and he turned to his computer to start the day. For the most part, his shift went as normal; however, when lunch time came around, he walked himself back down to the same place he got breakfast and picked up two double cheeseburgers and a Coke. His appetite, to his slight alarm, was increasing rapidly, and he had no idea why. But he found that his nerves were soothed after every meal. Besides, he was heading to the gym after work and he’d be sure to put in some extra effort to balance things out.

Or so he believed at the time.

As the day drew to a close, he found himself thinking longingly of his couch, where he could stretch out and get comfortable.

Better order something too, he thought, and his stomach growled in agreement.

“Ready for the gym, Oz?” Joey asked as he came into view from around the corner. His gym bag was sling over his shoulder, and Ozzy realized with a pang of surprise- and though he wouldn’t admit it, relief- that he had left his at home.

“Shit, I was in such a hurry this morning I left my bag at home,” he lied. “I’ll be there tomorrow though, I swear.”

Joey’s eyes narrowed, and he looked Ozzy up and down. His eyes came to rest on his stomach. “Maybe you should go grab it and meet me there. Unless you want to ignore that little gut you’re growing.”

Ozzy looked down and realized that his stomach did in fact look bigger than it had on Friday. A small difference, sure- just a little layer of fat- but a difference nonetheless.

“I said I’ll be there tomorrow,” he said coolly, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. “Goodnight, man.”

Joey rolled his eyes. “Right. Goodnight.”

—-

He did not, in fact, go to the gym the next day, or any day that week. In fact, when he looked back, he realized the previous Friday was the last time he would ever set foot in one. For the next few weeks, Ozzy’s routine was the same; he would stop to grab a large breakfast, work until lunch, grab his now-usual order of two double cheeseburgers (which he eventually turned into full meals complete with fries and shakes), and then made his way back to the office where he would push his way to the end of his shift. Joey never asked about the gym again; he saw, although Ozzy didn’t quite understand yet himself, exactly who he was becoming.

The shift in personality, although abrupt to everyone around him, didn’t even register to him as the weeks turned into months. What did start to register to him, however, was his growing waistline. His once solid stomach was becoming a full fledged gut that started to sag over his belt, with love handles growing in on the sides; his pecs had softened and became a small set of moobs, and his butt was widening more and more everyday. His size didn’t seem to register to him yet though; always, he assumed that once he got back into the gym, his problems would be solved. But that day never seemed to come. What did come, however, was his growing annoyance with having to come into work. The commute has beginning to become a real hassle, and it was becoming more tiring by the day. He decided to take some time off, just to relax and regain his bearings. He had a ton of unused time off, about a months worth, so he decides to use it.

“Good idea,” Mr. Hughes said, looking at him with some thinly veiled disdain. “Your work has been very substandard lately. Hopefully this helps to get you back on track.”

Ozzy didn’t know what he was talking about, but he didn’t much care. All that mattered to him was getting home and getting something to eat. Already, he was plotting in how he could extend his time away from work even longer. He’d much rather spend the time eating and relaxing.

—-

And so as one month became two, and two became three- he’d requested a leave of absence, and had surprisingly gotten it approved- Ozzy spent the days eating from the time he hauled his growing body out of bed in the morning, til he fell asleep on the couch in the evening, covered in crumbs and food residue. His weight spiraled; his belly was well on its way to covering his entire lap while sitting, his moobs grew larger and started to rest comfortably on top of it. His love handles had become very thick, and his arms began to get weighed down with small saddlebags of fat. His neck had almost completely disappeared; a double chin was slowly taking its place. Some dim part of him was becoming increasingly alarmed; the abandonment of responsibility, the lack of commitment to the gym, all this goddamn eating, it wasn’t who he was. He needed to get back on track, that small part of him knew it. But then his stomach would growl once more, and those thoughts became immediately silenced by trying to satisfy this insatiable hunger that possessed him from morning to night.

One evening, not long before his leave was up- and he was already trying to devise a way to extend it- his phone pinged with a message from a number he didn’t recognize. Putting down his third burger, he wiped his greasy hands on his stained tank top and picked up the phone.

Hey you. Been a while, the message read.

Who is this? Ozzy typed back.

Trenton, came the reply.

He blinked in surprise. He’d put his night with Trenton far from his mind- his conscious mind, anyway; he was still having very vivid dreams that usually resulted in a more intense binge eating session than usual- and besides, how had he gotten his number?

When he asked him as much, Trenton responded: Texted it to myself when you were still asleep that night ;)

Ozzy scoffed, indignant. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Before he could say that in his next message though, Trenton sent another. Eating pretty good, eh?

His eyes widened. How could he know that?

Bet you haven’t seen a gym in months, came the next message. 

For your information, I still go pretty regularly, Ozzy responded, angrily hitting the send button.

Immediately, Trenton responded. Don’t lie to me piggy. Let me see that all that new fat you’ve been growing.

How the hell-? Yeah, I’ll be blocking this number now.

Come over, was the response. I want to see you.

Ozzy was appalled at the man’s audacity. He stole his phone number, called him a pig, and now he was demanding he come to his house? But if he was truly so appalled… then why was his dick suddenly rock hard?

He got himself off of the couch and hurried to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face and get himself together. Once he caught sight of himself properly in the mirror though, he took a real assessment of his new body. Nobody would ever be able to tell that just months previously, he’d been a fairly fit and hard working guy. The man staring back was nothing short of a fat slob; there was food residue all over his now too-small undershirt, from which his gut hung out of the bottom. He hadn’t shaved at all since his last day in the office; his stubble had taken over his face and neck almost as much as his new fat had. The worst part was, all this did was make him hungrier, and hornier. What the hell had happened to him?

Trenton had something to do with this, he was sure. His entire life had changed after their night together. And realizing this, he knew what to do. He showered, threw on the only shirt of his that still somewhat fit and a pair of clean sweatpants, and left his apartment.

On my way, he typed as he walked to the stairs.

—-

As exited the elevator in Trenton’s apartment building, Ozzy hesitated. The air had shifted; he felt as if every step he took was leading him to a precipice that he might not return from. Was confronting Trenton so important? He could just as easily take responsibility for letting himself go, turn around, and start making the efforts to return to being who he was before that night. He didn’t need to see the guy again.

But he wanted answers. He needed them. So there really wasn’t any other choice. He approached the door and knocked.

Trenton answered, shirtless and wearing a pair of basketball shorts. He was still as massive- and as gorgeous- as he’d been that night. Again, Ozzy stiffened at the sight of him. But he willed himself to focus on the matter at hand. Trenton looked him up and down, eyes wide and huge smirk growing on his face.

“Well goddamn, fat boy! Somebody’s been busy, I see!” He backed up and out of the doorway. “Come in!”

“What the hell is happening to me?” Ozzy said angrily. “What the hell did you do?”

“What did I do? Nah, baby. You did this. I haven’t seen you in months, remember? So it’s not like I was forcing the food into you.”

“You did something!” Ozzy snapped. “Before I met you, I had plans. I had goals. I had a future. I wanted to make something of myself. Then I spend the night with you, and-“

“-I showed you who were really were,” Trenton finished for him. The smirk on his face grew larger. “Or should I say, who you were always meant to be.”

Ozzy looked at him, his eyes widening in confusion. “I… you… what?”

Trenton took a step toward him, that hungry look having come back into his face. “You were always going to be this, Ozzy. Maybe it would have happened further down the line, after you got your big promotion and your raise and all those nice things you wanted for yourself. But it was going to happen. I just… well, sped the process up a little bit.”

Ozzy said nothing, feeling nothing but confusion and shock. What the hell was he talking about?

Trenton took a few more steps toward him. “I have a gift, you know. A gift to help guys like you become exactly who they were meant to be. Who they’ve always wanted to be, but held themselves back for whatever reason. Pressures from family, or friends, or society, or whatever petty excuses they make for themselves. I help them let go. I don’t know exactly how it works, but I know that after a night with me, they stop caring about all of that. They let themselves go. They get fat, they become slobs, they turn into who they always wanted to be but didn’t have the courage to become. Like you. It’s inevitable.”

His huge gut softly collided with Ozzy’s as he took one last step forward. His eyes burned into the smaller man’s, and Ozzy couldn’t look away. Couldn’t protest, even though he desperately wanted to.

“I had you pegged the moment I saw you,” Trenton said softly. “I knew you just needed that push that only I could give. And boy, did I give it to you.” He snickered. “But I didn’t just want to send you on your way like the others. I’ve been wanting to reach out before tonight, but…” And suddenly his cheeks grew red and he broke eye contact, looking away as if he was embarrassed.

“But…?” Ozzy repeated, curious.

“Well, I thought we kind of had a more… serious connection. Maybe I just imagined it, I don’t know, but I felt something different with you.” Trenton re-established eye contact, and his gaze was steady as he continued. “You look beautiful, you know that?” He reached out and took a handful of Ozzy’s gut, jiggling it. 

Ozzy was almost completely gone. The last bit of who he was tried to protest. “Trenton, I can’t… I’m not… this isn’t…”

“You?” Trenton finished. He pressed his body into Ozzy’s, and whispered into his ear. “It’s always been you.”

And with that, he pulled Ozzy in and kissed him passionately. The last bit of resistance crumbled, and Ozzy kissed him back. Their clothes came off, and they made their way To Trenton’s bedroom. The larger man pushed him onto the bed, grabbed his legs, and pulled him close. Like a favorite glove, his dick slid right back into place as it has been months earlier. He started slowly, rhythmically, pleasuring in the extra padding Ozzy had added to his ass before increasing his tempo.

“You love being fat, don’t you baby?” He grunted as he thrusted deeper and deeper.

“Yes, daddy,” Ozzy gasped in response, reveling in the pleasure, feeling every part of him jiggle with each thrust.

“You gonna keep getting fat for me, aren’t you piggy?” Trenton said roughly, as he pulled Ozzy closer by his legs and went even deeper.

“Yes, daddy!” Ozzy said through gritted teeth.

“Good, ‘cuz I want my piggy huge. I want my piggy bigger than me. You gonna outgrow me, you fat fucking pig?”

“Yes… yes! I’ll get as fat as you want me to be!” Ozzy answered, meaning every word.

And hearing that, Trenton immediately came in Ozzy’s ass. Hot, thick, ropey nut spurted from his dick for almost a full minute as Ozzy climaxed in unison, coating Trenton’s enormous belly with cum. Spent, the two collapsed into each others arms, panting heavily. Trenton kissed Ozzy’s forehead and pulled him closer.

“Welcome home, baby,” he said as Ozzy drifted off to sleep.

—-

*Three years later*

“Babe! The food is here,” Trenton called as he made his way back to the couch from the front door, arms ladened with a half-dozen pizza boxes. He set them down and planted himself back on the couch, panting slightly.

“I’m coming!” came Ozzy’s reply from the bathroom. Moments later, he rounded the corner and waddled into view. Trenton marveled at the sight of him; he must have gained at least three hundred pounds since he moved in a few years ago. His huge belly jiggled and swayed with every step, having reached his knees. His tits hung down and sagged to his sides, preventing him from putting his large, soft arms all the way down properly. His neck had long since disappeared, having been overtaken by two extra chins. But Trenton’s favorite part of him was his enormous, wide ass, which he slapped as he passed.

Ozzy laughed as he sat his huge body down next to him. “Hey, food first. Foreplay later.”

“The food is the foreplay,” Trenton said with a wink and a nudge. “Eat up, piggy.”

He held a slice in front of Ozzy’s face, and immediately his lover got to work. It didn’t take long for them to get through all of the pizza- four for him, two for Trenton, who Ozzy had dwarfed by a hundred pounds a while back. As the two let out large, contented belches, Ozzy said, “Thank you, by the way.”

Trenton looked at him, confused. “For what?”

“For giving me the courage to be my true self,” Ozzy said with a smile as he patted his substantial gut. “I’m so glad I didn’t have to wait for this.”

Trenton grinned back and kissed him, fondling his belly as well. “Like I said, baby. It was only a matter of time.”

(My first little foray into gainer fiction. Let me know what y’all think!)

[dyzbear]

Sliding Doors, Changing Waistlines

A Weight Gain 'What If' Story

Hello, everybody! Charlie here. Have you ever seen the 90s movie Sliding Doors? It's about how one woman's life takes two drastically different paths because of a single change. I wanted to do the weight gain version of that. Enjoy!

***

It started with a muffin.

Brady came back from work with a small, white box in his hands. The label read “Roskoe’s Bakery.” He’d never brought home any treats for me before, but I think he was trying to make a peace offering after our argument this morning.

I was all set to just glare at him and spend the rest of the evening sulking, but he looked really apologetic. Even though he never said the words “I’m sorry,” the little surprise was more than enough for me to forgive him.

I opened the box and saw the most delicious-looking banana nut muffin inside.

“Why’d you get me this?” I asked. I was hoping that maybe he actually would apologize.

And he sort of did. He said, “Because you deserve it for putting up with all my crap.”

And there’d been a lot of crap to put up with. He was teacher, and he spent all of last year in a happy mood. He’d come home smiling and then we’d snuggle together and watch TV. This year, though, his class was absolutely terrible. He had a new horror story every day, and often, he’d take his frustrations out on me. He’d gotten particularly snippy in the last week (midterms), and I’d just about had my limit.

I took my first bite and moaned. It was seriously the best thing I’d ever tasted. My God. It was incredible.

“Good, huh?”

I took another bite. “You have no idea.”

That made him smile, though I could tell he was still on-edge from work. He wanted to vent again.

“Alright. Go ahead. Tell me how terrible your students are.”

As I ate the muffin, he unloaded all his anger from the day. Before, all this complaining would get me angry, too. But with this amazing taste in my mouth, I just listened and offered him the right amount of encouragement.

When he was done venting, I was done eating. He felt surprisingly calm, and I did, too.

The muffin did very little to affect my appetite for dinner. I still ate everything on my plate. In fact, Brady and I were having such fun at the dinner table, talking and joking around like we used to, that I went back for seconds.

The next day, he brought back a donut from Roskoe’s. This was even better than the muffin! I happily listened to Brady complain as I savored the chocolatey taste. Just like before, he’d gotten all his anger out of his system and our dinner was once again happy.

His afternoon trips to Roskoe’s continued, and it worked every time. All Brady wanted was to vent about his day without getting me upset, and the only way he could do that was if he stuffed me full of sugar. It was a perfect plan.

Unfortunately, we hit a roadblock by the second week. He’d had a particularly awful day at work (mostly because parents were upset about their kids’ grades), so he had a lot to say. And because my stomach had gotten used to the decadent treats, I was scarfing them down faster. I ended up finishing my éclair while he was still in the middle of complaining, and I started to get annoyed again.

I snapped back at him.

Dinner that night was pretty tense, and we both went to sleep angry.

Just in case, he came back the next day with two muffins instead of one. That lasted for a bit longer, and our plan was back on track.

This went on for about a month, with Brady eventually moving up to three treats (and then four) as I started to speed up my eating time.

The only problem now was that my stomach expected the blast of sugar at the same time each day, so I felt moody on the weekends when he wasn’t working. Brady noticed, so he started driving down to Roskoe’s on Saturday and Sunday to keep me happy.

Okay, that wasn’t the only problem. The other problem, the bigger problem, was that I was gaining weight fast. Brady had developed a dad bod a couple years ago, while I remained at my college weight. After a month and a half of Roskoe’s, I’d caught up to him. My belly was a bit softer, but most of my extra fat accumulated on my love handles. I felt pretty self-conscious, but Brady assured me that if a little chub was the price to pay for our happiness, then he was okay with it. In a way, he actually liked my love handles. He touched them all the time.

Another month later, and my hips had gotten pretty wide. I didn’t realize how big they’d gotten until I caught my reflection in the window outside our favorite diner. I couldn’t believe how much my butt jutted out.

I told Brady to stop going to the bakery, but I craved it now. My stomach rumbled if I didn’t have at least three snacks every afternoon at 4:30. I tried to go one day without Roskoe’s and I couldn’t do it. I was addicted.

As I kept growing, Brady got increasingly affectionate. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even complain about work while I ate. Sometimes, he’d just rub my belly and watch me.

Pretty soon, “sometimes” because all the time. He was starting to like his class, and his trouble students had either straightened up or left. He didn’t need to give me treats anymore, but I needed them anyway.

By the end of the school year, I’d gained 70 pounds, mostly in my lower half. I didn’t like walking anymore, not because I was so heavy, but because my thighs rubbed together like sandpaper. I liked the feeling of my hips swaying, but I hated the friction burns. My legs had gotten so thick and lumpy that my hanging apron of a belly was barely noticeable. At least I didn’t have moobs, though. I would’ve hated those.

Now that summer has started, I’ve accepted my fate. I’m fat and I’ll probably keep getting fatter. It helps that Brady loves my new body. The way he touches me now makes me feel better about what I’ve become. And what I will become as the weight continues to build on me.

I’m happy like this, but every once in a while, I wonder what my life would’ve been like if Brady hadn’t brought home that muffin.

***

It started with a muffin.

Brady came back from work with a small, white box in his hands. The label read “Roskoe’s Bakery.” He’d never brought home any treats for me before, but I think he was trying to make a peace offering after our argument this morning.

Rather than say the words “I’m sorry,” he thought he could make me forgive him with some baked good. Well, it wasn’t going to cut it.

I opened the box and saw the most delicious-looking banana nut muffin inside. I really wanted to eat it, but I didn’t want to let Brady off the hook that easily.

“Why’d you get me this?” I asked. Maybe if he actually apologized with his words, I’d eat it.

“Because you deserve it for putting up with all my crap,” he said.

And there’d been a lot of crap to put up with. This whole school year, he’d been an absolute nightmare. Every day, he’d come home with more horror stories about his unruly class. He wanted me to just sit there and listen to him vent, but I always pushed back. I hated all that negativity.

“Yeah, well I’m not hungry. Why don’t you eat it?”

He looked down at the muffin. He didn’t really have a sweet tooth, but he decided to take a bite anyway. He immediately moaned in pleasure.

“Good, huh?”

He took another bite. “You have no idea.”

He was smiling! I didn’t even remember the last time I’d seen him smile. It was like all his pent-up anger disappeared. Maybe that would limit tonight’s ranting session.

“Alright,” I said. “Go ahead. Tell me how terrible your students are.”

But he didn’t. He mumbled, “Actually, I’m okay.” And he kept eating.

It was a God damned miracle! All he needed was a dessert and he didn’t need to unload all his anger on me.

I felt so relieved, and he did, too.

The muffin did very little to affect his appetite for dinner. He still ate everything on his plate. In fact, we were having such fun at the dinner table, talking and joking around like we used to, that he went back for seconds.

The next day, he brought back a donut from Roskoe’s. He said it was even better than the muffin! Once again, all his anger was gone and he could enjoy our evening together.

His afternoon trips to Roskoe’s continued, and it worked every time. All Brady needed was a jolt of sugar to calm his nerves. He walked into the house fuming, and then he sat with me, ate his treat, and let everything go.

I asked him why he didn’t just eat at Roskoe’s before he got home.

His answer: “Because I enjoy it more with you by my side.”

That made my heart melt.

This plan worked perfectly for about a week and a half. Then, after a particularly awful day at work, he scarfed down an éclair, but he was still upset. He started complaining again, and because it had been so long since he snapped at me like this, things escalated.

Dinner that night was pretty tense, and we both went to sleep angry.

To fix this problem, he came back the next day with two muffins instead of one. That seemed to do the trick. His stomach had gotten used to the desserts, and now he needed more.

This went on for about a month, with Brady eventually moving up to three treats (and then four) as his eating time sped up.

The only problem now was that his stomach expected the blast of sugar at the same time each day, so he felt moody on the weekends when he wasn’t working. I noticed, so to keep him happy, I started driving down to Roskoe’s myself, every Saturday and Sunday. (It was a charming little place, and the smells were incredible. I didn’t dare to try anything myself, because I knew I’d get just as addicted as Brady.)

Of course, all this food was making Brady gain weight fast. He’d developed a dad bod a couple years ago, which I found very attractive. After a month and a half of Roskoe’s, he’d gone from dad bod to full-on fat. All of his new weight seemed to collect on his belly, which hung lower every day.

He didn’t seem self-conscious about it, though. He seemed to like the extra softness, and because he liked it, I liked it.

Another month later, and while his belly was flabbier, his biggest change was in his chest. He’d grown prominent moobs. I never would’ve thought I’d like those. After all, I was gay. Breasts never did anything for me. But his were so big and so hairy, that I couldn’t stop touching them. He loved that, of course.

Brady had no plans to slow down. He was beyond addicted. Every time he came home at 4:30, his stomach was rumbling, demanding his daily dose of sugar. Four treats became five. Then six. Sometimes, he’d even bring home a dozen donuts, spread out on the couch, and take his time eating them all evening.

As he kept growing, I found my hands constantly touching him. Squeezing him. Discovering new rolls or dimples. He’d stopped talking about work completely. He didn’t even look annoyed when he walked home. Just hungry.

Eventually, I asked him directly if he still felt stressed out.

“Nope,” he said while chewing on his third slice of cheesecake. I guess his class had really taken to their calmer, bigger teacher. He didn’t need to eat these treats anymore, but his stomach required them anyway.

By the end of the school year, he’d gained close to 100 pounds, mostly in his belly and chest. He didn’t like walking around anymore, because his belly kept flopping against his thighs. His ass was dimpled but not too big, and his legs (though thicker) were noticeably small compared to his massive middle.

And his moobs, those were his best feature. Hanging to the sides of his bulging stomach, thick and hairy and very sensitive. They're incredible.

Now that summer has started, I love what my husband has turned into. He’s fat and he’ll probably keep getting fatter. It helps that he loves his new body, too. I take care of him, worship him, and excitedly await each new addition to his obese body. I’m excited to see him continue growing.

We’re both so happy, but every once in a while, I wonder what our lives would’ve been like if Brady hadn’t brought home that muffin.

The End.

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[dyzbear]

Mark Wears the Pants

A Weight Gain Story

I met Rob at the pool. I’d just finished my morning swim and he was walking out of the changing room.

I tell people that it was love at first sight, but that’s not really a thing. It was more… lust at first sight, you know?

Rob was exactly my type. He had shaggy blond hair and a long, lean face. His ears were slightly too big, but I found them very cute. He sort of had a swimmer’s body (like me), except his was just a tiny bit too skinny. I think that’s what really did it for me. Even though he had lean muscles all over his body, he looked underfed, like he needed a man to take care of him.

That’s exactly what I liked. Despite being pretty thin myself, I liked dominance. “Wearing the pants in a relationship,” so to speak. Muscly guys were hot, but they always had a bit too much swagger. I didn’t like that.

(I hope I don’t sound too picky. I just know what I like.)

I was going to take my shower, but I decided to stick around a little and watch Rob in the pool. He dove in beautifully, barely making a splash, but his swimming skills were… bad. Terrible, really. He didn’t know what he was doing. He did the breaststroke across the pool, never really settling on a rhythm, and stopped at the edge to catch his breath. He didn’t know how to time his breathing.

I watched him kick off and struggle to make it to the other side. It was obvious that he needed someone to help him, and I really wanted to be that someone.

I strutted over, sunlight drying my body, and crouched near him. “New at swimming, huh?”

He looked up at me, still catching his breath. His eyes glanced down at my bare chest before he met my eyes. “Is it that obvious?”

“I’m Mark.”

“Rob,” he said. “You, uh, swim here a lot, huh?”

“Every day. Maybe I can help you out a bit. You look like a natural swimmer. All you need to do is learn a rhythm.”

He smiled flirtatiously.

I stiffened a little in my trunks. He definitely noticed.

I got back in the pool and showed him all my moves. That meant I got to touch him all over as I showed him different positions in the water. He knew what I was doing, and he was definitely into it, too. His speedo didn’t lie.

By the end of our first swim lesson together, he was able to take several laps without gasping for air, we learned a little about each other, and we both decided to take things back to my place.

***

Rob and I went to the pool every evening that week. Afterwards, we’d have dinner at my place. He’d spend the night but leave in the early morning to get ready for work.

It didn’t take me long to realize that Rob and I were meant for each other.

He was a few years younger than me (23) and had always been “too skinny,” as he said. He had an anxious stomach, which meant he barely ate anything and almost never felt hungry. He was self-conscious of his body, so I always made sure to show him how beautiful he was, how every part of him deserved praise and attention.

Before that first day in the pool, he’d never really exercised and barely had any strength. He thought that swimming would be the best way to get healthier.

And with my help, that’s exactly what happened. Every day, he got stronger and more confident in the pool. Pretty soon, he was strong enough to race me. I always won, of course, but he got closer and closer to matching my time.

I felt so proud of him, especially because I knew that his improvements were because of me.

I also noticed that he was eating more at our dinners. All the time spent at the pool was finally giving him an appetite. Before, he looked a bit anxious at the dinner table. Now, we spent our meals talking and laughing.

After two months of seeing him every day, I invited him to move in with me. He was practically living at my place anyway. Rob was open to the idea, but because his apartment was bigger (and cheaper), we decided that I’d give up my place and move in with him.

That was a bit of an adjustment for me. I wore the pants in the relationship, and I didn’t want that to change by shifting things into his space instead of mine, but he had a point. His apartment was better.

***

Our dynamic started to change after I moved in. I was still in charge (making more money, choosing where we went in the evenings, topping him every night), but his newfound confidence had given him a more forceful personality.

It started with little things. Switching our roles in the bedroom sometimes. Pushing back against my plans. Surprising me with presents instead of the other way around.

I didn’t complain, because I still really liked him. And sex had actually gotten better.

But then he started beating me at the pool. I know it doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it was to me. I was the one teaching him, but now he was faster than me?

The first time he beat me, I thought it was a fluke. The second time, I actually got mad.

I’d always been the fastest swimmer I knew. I’d been swimming since high school. I know it sounds petty, but I started skipping some of our pool visits. I hated that he was showing me up.

And then, I noticed that his body was changing. He was still thin, but he’d packed on some muscle, especially in his chest and shoulders. His abs were more defined, too.

I was still bigger than him, but not by a lot.

Then one evening, while I was snacking on potato chips on the couch, Rob walked shirtless into the room. He was getting ready for the pool. “You joining me today?”

I wanted to. I really did. But when I looked up at him and saw his defined pecs, I knew that he was now officially bigger than me. He looked really hot (and I loved his new tan), but I couldn’t swim with him! He’d show me up again.

“Not today, babe. Thanks.”

“Seriously? You haven’t gone to the pool all week.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he was right. It had been a week. Probably more. What was happening to me?

“Suit yourself,” he said as he slipped on his shirt. It was actually my shirt, and it clung tight to his broadened shoulders. He kissed my cheek. “Okay, Mark. I’ll pick us up Italian after I’m done.” Then he was gone.

I watched his muscular ass sway under his shorts as he left. He wasn’t wearing literal pants, but for the first time, I knew that Rob was the one wearing the pants in our relationship.

As that realization hit me, I shoved another handful of potato chips into my mouth.

***

I was so focused on Rob’s body that I didn’t realize my own body was changing until a few weeks later. We were in bed together. I felt wonderfully sore.

Rob curled up next to me and his hand lightly grazed my stomach. “I miss swimming with you, Mark.”

“I’ll start back up again,” I said.

He quirked his mouth to the side. He didn’t believe me. “I hope you’re not self-conscious.”

So he knew! He knew that I’d stopped swimming with him because I didn’t like how he was showing me up!

Then he said something that made me shudder. “A lot of chubby guys go to the pool. No one’ll judge you.”

Chubby guys?

What did he mean?

Then I felt him pinch my stomach. I looked down in horror, finally noticing the roll of flab that had formed under my belly button.

I was chubby! Now that I wasn’t swimming, I’d let myself go. While Rob was hardening with muscles, I was turning into a blob.

“Honestly, I think you look wonderful.” He let go of my stomach and slid his hand under the covers. I felt his fingers reach under my ass cheek and squeeze that, too. “More cushion for the pushin’, right?”

I wanted to jump out of bed and look at myself in the mirror. I wanted to scream, too. But instead, I just lay there, frozen, accepting the fact that my stomach and ass were now soft enough to squeeze.

***

In the middle of the night, I got out of bed, careful not to wake Rob up. I snuck into the bathroom and finally saw what I’d become.

I was flabby. My nipples were poking out and a roll of fat hung over my boxers. My arms and legs had lost their definition, and worst of all, my jawline had rounded out with the start of a double chin.

I didn’t look manly anymore. I looked… pampered. I looked like some fat, lazy guy who just sat around and let his boyfriend take care of him.

And honestly, that’s what I was. I’d lost all control of our relationship, and I needed to get it back.

I had to swim again. I had to push myself harder and faster than I ever had before. That way I could lose the fat, gain more muscle than Rob, and change our dynamic back to the way it was supposed to be.

The next morning, I cancelled my morning meetings and went to the pool alone. I was going to keep swimming until I physically couldn’t anymore. I’d be there for hours.

Unfortunately, I was only in the water for twenty minutes. My swim trunks felt uncomfortably tight. My stamina was gone. I used to enjoy swimming. Now, it felt like a struggle.

I got out of the pool, my head hanging in defeat, when I noticed three guys staring at me. Well, they were staring at my wobbling stomach.

I didn’t know their names, but I’d seen them at the pool a lot. They were regulars, like I used to be. One of them looked disgusted at my softer body. The other two just gave me pity.

I raced into the changing room, which caused me to jiggle even more, and had a complete breakdown.

I lost myself and didn’t know how to get back to the old me, the guy I was meant to be.

As I stripped off my straining trunks, I thought long and hard about what I was going to do. I loved Rob, but I wasn’t happy with what our relationship had turned into. And I definitely wasn’t happy that he’d gotten bigger and stronger than me.

That’s when I came to a realization: He wasn’t bigger than me. He’d grown more muscle, but I definitely outweighed him. I didn’t have to be soft and weak anymore. I could be soft and strong. What if I kept growing, if I tried to make myself bigger?

I imagined what I’d look like with twenty more pounds. Fifty. A hundred. It wasn't the body I’d expected to have, but the image turned me on.

I’ll always remember that moment in the changing room. That was when I decided that I was going to make myself enormous.

***

Instead of going to work, I called in sick for the rest of the day, loaded up on pizzas, and stayed at home stuffing myself. I ate more food that day than I ever had before. It was painful, but I loved it.

Before Rob came home, I dumped all the boxes in the trash and sprayed air freshener around the house.

When Rob came back after his evening swim, he brought home Chinese food for us to share. I felt like throwing up. I couldn’t possibly eat anything else.

I sat with him at the table, staring at the food and feeling my stomach throb.

“What’s wrong, Mark? Still feeling self-conscious?”

That gave me the motivation I needed. I pushed through the pain and ate two plates’ worth.

I didn’t push myself as hard after that. I’d gone way too far, and my stomach had gurgled all night.

I continued overeating, though. Pancakes or muffins every morning. Fast food for lunch. And a secret dinner while Rob swam before we ate our real dinner together.

I was proud of myself for how much I could get down, and extra proud that Rob had no idea what I was doing.

He never saw all the wrappers and take-out boxes, but he saw my body. He knew I was growing.

In the span of a month, my stomach went from soft rolls to a round gut. I developed a matching stretchmark on each side. My ass and hips expanded. My double chin grew.

I sort of sprouted moobs, but they weren’t what I’d expected. Rather than fleshy breasts, I developed a small glob of fat under each stretched-out nipple. Those were very noticeable in any shirt I wore, and the way they scratched against the fabric sent shivers through my body whenever I walked.

Rob didn’t directly mention my gains, but he still made comments.

“Maybe we should get you new pants.”

“Why don’t you sit on the couch? More room to spread out.”

“You look very comfortable today.”

My coworkers’ comments were much more direct. And unkind. Most of them had known me as a fit guy for years, so my rapid changes definitely freaked them out.

Whatever. I kinda liked the ridicule. In fact, I made a point of snacking in front of them just to see their faces. They just didn’t see what Rob saw.

Because Rob, despite his avoidance of the topic, showered me with affection. When we sat together, he always had at least one hand on my new belly. Sometimes rubbing it but mostly just feeling it. And when we were in bed together, he grabbed onto every part of me. He probably knew more about my folds and creases than I did.

As I kept growing, I started taking charge again. Rob was more than happy to let me. This happened in the bedroom, where we both loved my weight pressing down on him. But it happened in our normal lives, too. I picked out where we ate. I made the decisions and invited him to places. I surprised him with presents.

By the time I reached 240, there was no denying that in our relationship, I was the big guy wearing the pants while he’d gone back to being my smaller, doting boyfriend.

***

Then one evening, while Rob was at the pool, I sat on the couch with a tray of storebought lasagna in my lap. I was feeling pretty good about myself, proud of how fast I was able to shovel it in.

I was so caught up in chewing and swallowing, though, that I didn’t hear the rain outside.

Rob came home early and caught me! For months, I’d been able to binge in secret, but now he knew.

“Mark!” he said, acting surprisingly nonplussed. “Got rained out at the pool. That pre-dinner looks delicious.”

I gulped down the lasagna in my mouth. “Hi.”

“I assume you’ll still have room for our real dinner. We have reservations, remember?” (I was taking him to Senora Reina’s that night.)

“Uh…”

He sat next to me, draping his thick arm around my shoulder. His muscles hadn’t grown for the last couple months. (With swimming, there’s sort of a limit to how bulky you can get.) “Don’t look so embarrassed, Mark. I know about all your secret meals. I’m not an idiot.”

“But… How? I worked so hard to hide all the evidence.” The dumpster behind our house was constantly filled with all my empty boxes, and I knew he never looked back there.

“Not all the evidence,” he said, grabbing the bottom of my belly and jiggling it.

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“I thought it was hotter that way.” He kissed me, licking the tomato sauce from my lips.

“And, um, what do you think?”

He took the fork from my hand and scooped up a chunk of lasagna. “I think you’re big.” (He pressed the food against my lips and waited for me to take it. I did.) “And powerful.” (He fed me again.) “And so f*cking sexy.”

Why had I tried to gain in secret? All this time, I could’ve had Rob feeding me. This was so much better.

As he told me how handsome I was in a hundred different ways, he fed me bite after bite of the lasagna until the whole tray was empty. Then he kissed me, wiped the sauce off my face, and helped me stand up.

“You better start getting ready, Mark. Our dinner reservation is in thirty minutes.”

***

With Rob fully on board, my weight increased much faster than before. He fed me every night. He filled our nightstand with donuts so that he could surprise me with some sugar while I made love to him.

We even tried funnel feedings a few times, but that didn’t really work for us. Too messy, and I didn’t like how it gave Rob total control over me.

My most productive eating sessions, however, happened while Rob swam. I sat on a lounge chair by the pool, feasted on sandwiches or burgers, and watched my boyfriend race across the pool. I no longer felt jealous that he’d gotten so much faster than I'd ever been. I was proud of him, and proud of myself for teaching him everything he knew.

The other swimmers always gave me glares, but because Rob and I were loyal customers (and because Rob taught some swimming classes on the weekends), the owners never bothered me.

***

I’m 333 pounds now. A nice, lucky number. I need help dressing myself, but my mobility is more-or-less fine. I use the jacuzzi sometimes, enjoying the way the water pressure shoots ripples through my fat, but it’s been over a year since I swam. I probably still could. (God knows I’m buoyant enough.) But it’s Rob’s thing now, not mine.

Actually, Rob just got out of the pool, water dripping down his washboard abs. His wet, sun-bleached hair looks particularly golden. He smiles as he approaches me.

“Great job today!” I tell him.

“You, too!” He glances proudly at all the McDonalds wrappers on the lounge chair next to me. He leans over me, blocking out the sun, and we kiss. “Up?” he asks.

“Yes, please.”

He grabs me by the upper arms and pulls me into a sitting position. The bottom of my gut slaps loudly against my thighs. (Love that sound.)

Then, with a grunt from both of us, he pulls me to my feet.

“Beautiful day, huh?” I ask.

He takes a long look at what I’ve become. My tanned, sagging gut. My poky chest. My round, smiling face. “Beautiful,” he whispers.

Then we walk together to the changing room. Thankfully (and surprisingly), the stalls are big enough to fit us both.

I watch him change first. He strips off his speedo, giving me one last look at his small yet muscular body. Then he slips on a tank top and shorts.

Now it’s my turn. Even though I never go swimming, I always dress for the pool. (Mostly because it gives us an excuse to share the changing room.) He helps me pull down my own dry trunks. Then he slides on my underwear, playfully letting the tight fabric snap against me.

And he guides my feet into the legs of my 4XL jeans. He takes so much joy in feeling my wide, dimpled hips as he pulls up my jeans. I lift my belly so he can button them at the waist. He struggles.

“Looks like we need to go shopping again,” I say.

“Ooh! Can we?” He loves when I take him to the mall.

You know, it’s funny. I’ve gotten so fat that I can’t even put on my own pants without Rob’s help. But even with the added difficulty that my new body brings, I’m still wearing the pants in the relationship.

The End.

As always, thanks for reading!

This story will always hold a special place in my heart. It was inspired by a suggestion from the very first reader to reach out to me on Tumblr. He deleted his profile like a week later. Not sure how to interpret that. (But if you're out there somewhere, thanks for all the kind messages.)

If anyone else has a scenario or idea that they want me to write about, please reach out. I'd love to hear from you.

You can find all my stories here. And if you're interested, I included Mark Wears the Pants as the bonus story in my ebook Go with the Flow. It's about a surfer who gets very, very fat.

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Liam's Sweet Tooth

A Weight Gain Story

Liam was lifting weights when I got home. His muscular body was coated in sweat and his face was scrunched up in determination and pain. He knew I was home but didn’t acknowledge me until he finished his set.

I was fine with that. Not every guy gets to come home to an absolute adonis pumping iron in his living room.

He dropped the weights and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Hey, honey. You’re early.”

“The cake orders for tomorrow got cancelled, so I didn’t need to be there. I let Manny finish up.”

“Hopefully he won’t eat all of your inventory.”

“Don’t say that.”

Liam was such a nice guy, but he always made snide little remarks about my employees. I owned a bakery, so of course my workers gained a bit of weight over the years. Manny had been with me from the beginning, so Liam had seen him grow from a svelte 22-year-old kid into a 350-pound 28-year-old man. He was a good worker because he believed in the product, but he never, ever ate anything that wasn’t going to be thrown away.

Plus, the customers loved him. I always sold more stuff when he was behind the counter because he constantly gave suggestions and raved about pretty much everything I made.

“Sorry,” Liam said. “So what did you bring for me?”

I’d forgotten that I had a box in my hands. I opened the lid, revealing a brand-new éclair that I was planning to introduce.

He took a big bite and whimpered. “Babe, this is incredible.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Liam had dubbed himself my official taste-tester. Every time I tried something new, I always gave him the first bite.

He wasn’t a particularly good taste-tester, though. Despite being ridiculously fit, he had the biggest sweet tooth of anyone I knew. Every dessert tasted “incredible” to him. One time, for a little experiment, I gave him a donut that I’d purposely made with way too much sugar. It was inedible. But he still ate the whole thing and gave me a big thumbs up.

“You just brought one?” he asked, licking his fingers.

“I always just bring one.”

“Yeah. ’Cause Manny eats the rest of ’em, huh?”

“Stop saying things like that!” I shouted.

Liam flinched. I never raised my voice, especially at him.

“Sorry. I’m a little upset. Manny put in his two weeks’ notice today. His bitchy wife got a job in Phoenix.” It really hurt to lose my oldest and most loyal employee. I knew this day would come. He’d been talking about moving for months now, but the news still stung.

“Well, shit,” Liam said, wrapping me in a sweaty hug. “That sucks.”

“It’ll be fine,” I said, both to him and to myself. “I’m sure I’ll find someone, though I doubt I’ll find anyone as enthusiastic.”

He pulled away. “I’ll do it!”

I let the words sink in, but I didn’t respond.

“Seriously! Think about it! No one appreciates your baking as much as I do! Plus, I’m superhot. Your stuff will be flying off the shelves like hotcakes!”

“I don’t make hotcakes,” I joked, mostly to avoid responding.

Liam was amazing. And I’m pretty sure he was a good worker. The only reason he was currently unemployed was because his previous employer had gone bankrupt. But…

“I don’t know if that would be healthy for us,” I said. “Mixing business with pleasure. You know.”

“Yeah. I get it.” He collapsed onto the sofa dramatically. For such a big, masculine guy, there were times when he reminded me of a six-year-old.

I hated to disappoint him like this. And if I took our marriage out of the equation, he would be an ideal candidate.

“Okay. How about this? I’ll hire you for a month, and we’ll see if it works without, you know, affecting our marriage.”

He jumped up. “Really?”

“But be aware. I’m a tough boss. I try to run a tight ship, so I’ll be treating you like an employee, not a husband.”

“Understood.” He kissed me.

“And you won’t freak out if you start gaining weight like all my other employees?”

He scoffed. “Look at me! I’m married to the city’s best baker and I still have a six pack. I think I’ll be fine.”

What he didn’t realize was that I chose to limit the amount of sweets I brought home. For Liam, they were an occasional treat, not a daily temptation. At work, I used the leftover baked goods as a reward to my employees. An incentive.

But he’d find out soon enough. I wouldn’t be surprised if he started gaining right away. Like Manny had. Knowing how vain Liam was, he’d gain ten pounds, get horrified, and quit. You mark my words.

***

Two years later.

When I got home, Liam was sitting on our new, reinforced sofa, eating red velvet cake by the handful. His flabby body spread out in all directions, his pale side rolls hanging over the edge of the red sofa like the thick icing on his rapidly-disappearing cake. He knew I was home, but he didn’t acknowledge me until he had finished binging.

I was fine with that. Not every guy gets to come home to a such a luscious example of soft, jiggling hedonism.

“Hey, honey. You’re home early.”

“Yeah. Manny’s handling tomorrow’s orders again. Since he came back, he’s been absolutely killing it. I’ve been giving him more of my responsibilities, and he hasn’t disappointed me yet. Sales are finally up again.”

A look of embarrassment passed over Liam's icing-stained faced. “Well, you made the right choice, babe.” He tried to pull his shirt down to cover more of his bulging stomach, but the fabric immediately rolled back up. Plus, he spilled a bunch of crumbs onto the couch.

“We all have our talents,” I told him reassuringly as I grabbed the dustbuster from the table. I switched it on and cleaned up the sofa cushions. Then I got to work sucking up all the crumbs that were still on his stomach. The handheld vacuum pulled at his soft flesh, sending ripples through him in the most adorably hypnotic way. I loved cleaning my husband, and I think he loved it, too.

He just leaned back, moaning softly, enjoying the rhythmic wobble.

“And what’s my talent?” he asked me.

I picked up a hunk of cake that he’d left on the table and pushed it against his lips. He gobbled it up as fast as the dustbuster. “What do you think, Liam?”

His talent was eating. Obviously. A beautiful talent. An incredibly erotic talent.

And a talent that had almost put me out of business.

When Liam first started working for me, he was the ideal employee. He followed directions and used his muscle-god body to entice the customers into ordering more food. He had this line that he’d always use whenever a customer was second-guessing an order: “Treat yourself. An extra donut won’t hurt you. I eat ’em all the time, and look at me.”

That line became less and less effective as the weeks wore on. I thought Manny had gained weight fast, but nothing compared to Liam. It took him three weeks (I’m not kidding) to develop a droop over his belt. A month for his pecs to turn into moobs. Two months for an extremely noticeable double chin. Three months in, his stomach had morphed from abs into a full-on gut.

His whole “treat yourself” mantra had turned into a major turn-off to our customers. When they looked at Liam behind the counter, they saw proof of how dangerously fattening my treats were.

Back when Manny had been behind the counter, the customers took his large body as an endorsement of the products. With Liam, who was so red-faced and winded at the same size, they took it as a warning sign: "Don't eat here or you'll end up like him."

I lost customers. I lost money on all his new uniforms. And worst of all, I lost my inventory.

It took me a couple months to discover exactly why Liam was gaining so fast: He was stealing our food. It started out with a couple missing donuts or cake slices each day, but the longer he worked, the more he took. Once I caught him red-handed (well, chocolate-handed), I completely flipped out. He was putting my business in jeopardy. None of my other employees had ever done that.

He started crying and swore to me up and down that he’d stop.

For a while, he did. He started buying cheap (and terrible) baked goods from the supermarket just so he could have something to eat while he worked. Business was still down, but at least I wasn’t running out of food.

After a year and a half, Liam had ballooned to over 350 pounds. Manny had been that size (after six years), but he always had a ton of energy and enthusiasm. I think because Liam’s gains had happened so fast, and his muscles had so quickly atrophied under his extra layers, he’d become a much more sluggish, much less healthy-looking fat person. It took him way too long to do the simplest tasks, and he was really scaring off customers.

The ironic part is that, despite how bad he was for business, I found him hotter by the day. I loved him as a muscle stud, but I loved him so much more as the soft, weak blob that he’d become. I wanted to take care of him, to grow him, to serve his unending hunger.

When I caught him in the back of the bakery squeezing my expensive buttercream icing into his mouth, I was both furious and aroused. I fired him then and there, explaining that I loved what he’d done to himself but I couldn’t keep putting my business in jeopardy.

He understood.

Thankfully, that was around the time that Manny had moved back from Phoenix. (His marriage didn’t work out.) I hired him to be my co-manager, giving him free rein to try different strategies to turn the business back around.

And he did. Six months later and we were back on track. The business was in the black and Liam, free to eat all day at home, gained an additional 70 pounds. (I think. Our scale broke.)

I crawled onto the sofa next to my big, beautiful husband. He radiated warmth. One hand around his sloping shoulders and another rubbing his belly, I felt so deeply happy. We weren’t meant to work together, but in the short time that we had, our relationship (and his body) grew in ways that neither of us imagined.

He leaned closer, his belly shifting and sloshing, and whispered into my ear. I thought he was going to say something romantic. Instead, he whispered, “I’m thirsty.”

“I’ll get you something sweet.”

The End.

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My Best Friend Comes Back

A Gay Weight Gain Story

I checked my reflection.

I didn’t really like what I saw. Sure, my face was handsome and my outfit looked good, but my recent weight gain was more noticeable than I thought. Despite being pretty loose, my XL shirt still couldn’t hide my new love handles.

I wasn’t obese or anything (5’10” and 188 pounds) but because my weight had accumulated so much on my waist (and because I didn’t have the broadest shoulders), I looked terrible. Worse, I looked curvy. Like a woman. I knew that Mason was going to give me shit about it.

I mean, I was excited to see him again. He was my best friend and it had been three long years since we’d actually seen each other in person. We Zoomed every once in a while, but he hadn’t seen all of me since he moved to Thailand. Back then, I was 145 pounds. The skinny friend in comparison to Mason’s shorter, more muscly body. He always joked about my “chicken legs,” about how a strong wind would blow me away. I could only imagine what he’d say now that I’d gotten chubby.

He hadn't noticed anything during our Zoom sessions. (I was good at angling my face to hide my new double chin.) I also didn’t use social media, so no clues there, either.

My guess was that he’d show up at my doorstep, take one look at my thicker chest and wide hips, and roast me like a stand-up comedian. His blunt, snarky honesty was the thing I liked about him most, and the thing I absolutely hated when he directed his comments at me.

Still, I wasn’t going to let my nerves derail our visit. I had a good job, a good life. A lot to be proud of. (Minus a boyfriend, sadly. My singlehood was a big contributor to my weight gain.)

I adjusted my shirt one more time and walked into the living room to prepare some welcome snacks. Chips and soda, nothing fancy. I figured we’d hang out here and catch up on the last three years. I’m sure he had some wild stories from Thailand that he still hadn’t told me. Knowing him, he probably went clubbing with the king or something.

The doorbell rang, and I jumped up to answer. I felt weirdly nervous.

“Open up!” Mason called from the other side. “This is the police.” He hadn’t changed at all.

Then I opened the door and realized that I was dead wrong. Mason was twice the man he used to be. Literally.

He had to be at least 350 pounds. He’d become almost spherical, with a round drooping stomach stuffed inside an ill-fitting shirt (with vertical stripes!). His arms and legs had developed the kind of rolls that you’d see on an infant. Standing just 5’7”, he looked like a fleshy, lumpy snowman.

He smiled at my shocked reaction before waddling in. Rather than give me a hug, he reached out and shook my slight moob. “Dude, you got bitch tits.”

I was speechless.

He walked past me and flopped onto the couch. It creaked under him. He immediately grabbed a handful of chips and crammed them into his mouth. “So. When were you gonna tell me that you got fat?”

“I… What?”

He shoved in another handful of chips. “Pop a squat, man. It must be hard for a guy your size to stay standing for so long.” He laughed.

I sat next to him, feeling heat radiating off his obese body. I looked him up and down. This had to be a joke, right? He was wearing a fat suit. The Mason I knew was an absolute gym nut. He’d never lose control of his own body like this.

Besides, his face was still the same. Slightly rounder cheeks, but not by much. His whole head didn’t match with his body at all.

But the more I looked at him, the more I realized that this was real. He’d turned into a total blob.

“So what’s new?” he asked through another mouthful. “I mean, besides all the buffets you must be hitting.”

“I’m good,” I said, still deeply confused. Did he not know that he looked like this?

“Yeah? Still play basketball?”

“Not for a while,” I said, staring at the faded stretchmarks on the bottom of his gut. (His shirt had ridden up to just below his belly button. “Um, do you?”

He laughed. “What do you think?”

“No?”

He threw his chubby arms into the air. “Jesus, man. You’re hopeless! Just say it, okay?”

“Say what?”

He looked at me like I was the world’s dumbest human. “Jason. Do you notice anything different about me?”

“You’re fat.”

“Seriously, man? That’s all you’re gonna say? I’m fat?”

“Well, you are.”

“I ain’t fat, Jace. My BMI is 56.4. I’ve reached ‘class three obesity.’ That’s a bit more than fat. God, you’re still so awkward.”

“And you, um… I mean…” I paused. “What happened?”

“I became the man I’ve always wanted to be. Why else do you think I up and moved to Thailand?”

“For work?”

He reached for the chips again, but his belly was weighing him down. He flopped backward, causing ripples through his stomach and making his moobs audibly thump against him.  “A little help, man?”

I took the bowl and placed it between us.

He rolled his eyes and repositioned it on his belly. Easier access. “Got any dip, man? I haven’t eaten in an hour.”

I left the room to see what I had in the fridge. There was a family-sized tub of sour cream dip, so I brought that back in.

He snatched it out of my hands and dumped the whole thing onto the chips. Then he scooped into it with both hands and fed himself. Left hand, right hand. He was trying to be messy. “Yeah, I went there for my job. Which was great, by the way. But mostly, I wanted to get away from everybody I used to know and allow myself to grow without all the judgment.” He paused to swallow. “You’re not judging me, are you?”

“No! I’m totally… You’re…”

“Just kidding, man. I knew you’d be cool with it.”

“So you made yourself fat on purpose?”

“Class three obese, my friend. And yup, sure did. What do you think?”

If I got past my total shock, I had to admit that he looked pretty hot. I couldn’t believe I was thinking that. I’d never once been attracted to bigger guys before. The ones in my life had always been so self-conscious. Always wearing inconspicuous clothes, rarely smiling, positioning their arms to awkwardly and futilely hide their stomachs. You could tell from how they moved that they hated their bodies.

Mason, on the other hand, chose this body. He flaunted it. His clothes were tight for a reason. He moved with such confidence and pride that I couldn’t help but see the beauty in his fat.

I didn’t tell him that, though. Instead, I said, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I hoped you would notice. Every time we talked on Zoom, I expected you to say something. But no, you were too busy looking at your own image, trying to deemphasize your new double-chin. Very cute, by the way.”

“But you never mentioned…”

“Overeating? Force-feeding sessions? Stopping all exercise? Nope. I did not. But I can tell you about all that now. If you’re interested.”

I was interested, but I was still too afraid to say anything.

He ate more of the chips and dip by the handful, moaning in pleasure. I couldn’t pull my eyes away. “These are so good, man.”

“But you were always so… athletic before.”

“I know, right? It sucked. I couldn’t grow how I wanted, so I grew muscle instead. It was more ‘acceptable’.” He made air quotes for that last part, sending splatters of dip into the air.

“But you seemed so confident.”

“Dude, I’m always confident. I mean, how can I not be? I’m awesome.” He ate some more. “But you seriously never wondered why I always joked about how skinny you were? Why I made all those comments?”

I shrugged. “Want some soda?” I had Coke and Sprite on the table, but I knew he'd have trouble reaching it.

“Got any soda that isn’t diet?”

“No.”

“Shoot. How about ice cream?”

“Uh, yeah. Some vanilla.”

“Cool. Just melt that down and pour it into a cup, please. Thanks.” He acted like that was a normal request.

“Sure.”

As I was microwaving the carton of ice cream, I took a long moment to sort through my thoughts. Mason had changed himself forever, but he was still the loud, awesome guy that I’ve always known. He was happy.

And he was beautiful. That was probably the most surprising part of this whole thing. When he was fit and hot, I had zero romantic feelings for him. But now…

The ice cream was properly melted. I assumed he was going to drink the whole thing, and I didn’t have any cups big enough, so I just brought the carton back into the living room.

“Low fat?” he said disappointedly after reading the label. “Whatever. Every little bit helps, right?”

The chip and dip bowl was empty now. He’d placed it back on the couch. His hands were covered in dip, though. I should’ve brought a towel.

Except… I think he liked making a mess.

And I was fine with that. I’d clean my couch later.

He grabbed the container and immediately started chugging. A trickle of cream oozed down the edge of his mouth and formed a rivulet across his left tit.

“Since you’ve been back,” I asked, “have you seen anyone else?”

He stopped chugging. “Yeah. My family absolutely freaked. They think I have some thyroid disease or something. Which… maybe I do. My doctor in Chiang Mai has put me on a ton of different medications. I can’t keep track anymore. But yeah, they’re not happy. But I haven’t seen anyone else. Just them and you. And the fine folks at McDonalds, Wendys, Panda Express, and, um, that buffet place.”

His frankness helped me push past my own awkwardness. It was getting easier to ask him questions now. “And what did your parents think when they saw you eat?”

Mason came from a rich family, so their house was fancy and spotless. I couldn’t imagine how they’d react to their son dripping dip and ice cream onto their designer furniture.

He pulled the ice cream away from his mouth and looked me dead in the eyes. “I’d never eat like this in front of them. Just you.” His tone was strangely serious.

“And why am I so special?”

“Because you like it, too.” He grabbed my wrist with his food-stained hand. He gently placed my hand on the top of his belly. “Maybe I’m wrong, Jace, but I always felt that we were, like, kindred spirits or something. Best friends, of course. But also, I don’t know… on the same wavelength. One of the reasons I came back when I did was because I saw your face chunking out and I saw how self-conscious you were about it. I knew I had to finally show you what I was doing to myself to see if you’d finally, like, come to your senses.”

I was speechless. Again.

“Feel it,” he said.

I squeezed into his belly, kneading the soft flesh. My fingers sank in deeper than I’d expected. I’m sure he had a ton of food packed inside, but that did nothing to affect the softness. He felt like the world’s most comfortable pillow.

He was right. We were on the same wavelength.

I took a moment to trace my fingers along his stretchmarks and feel the depth of his belly button. I should’ve never been ashamed of my own weight gain. I should’ve appreciated it, savored it.

“Am I right or am I right?” he asked, all confidence.

To answer the question, I took the ice cream container away from him and brought it to my lips. I drank every last drop, loving the sudden sense of fullness.

Mason had taught me so much, and I knew he was going to teach me so much more.

The End.

Thanks for reading! Out of all the characters I've written, I think Mason is my favorite. I just love his energy. Let me know if you'd be interested in a prequel story about his time in Thailand. I have some ideas...

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Broken Leg

Part one

It was the third week of the university course, and the campus was buzzing with life and activity. Alex and David, dorm roommates, had hit it off from the start. They attended the same classes, shared meals in the cafeteria, and spent hours together in the gym. Alex was blond and he had an athletic body. What stood out the most about his physique was his perky butt. Despite his shyness, he enjoyed David's company. David, darker-haired and more muscular, exuded confidence and had a dominant presence that Alex found intoxicating. Both were very handsome but still virgins.

One afternoon, David returned from the library loaded with books and notes, only to find Alex in bed with a cast on his leg.

"What happened?" he asked, putting his things aside and approaching him.

Alex sighed, clearly annoyed.

"I had a stupid fall on the stairs. I broke my leg, and the doctor said I should avoid putting weight on it for an entire month."

David frowned.

"Wow. Does it hurt a lot?"

"Yes, but they gave me something for the pain. The worst part is I can't move well, and I don't know how I'll attend classes."

David sat on the edge of Alex's bed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about that. I'll share my notes with you so you won't fall behind."

"Thanks."

"And forget about going to the cafeteria. I'll bring you takeout."

Alex looked at him with gratitude.

"What would I do without you?"

David stood up, his expression firm.

"I'm here to help. We'll get through this together."

With that promise, David set out to take care of Alex over the following weeks.

On his first day as a nurse, David woke up early to attend classes, leaving Alex sleeping in the room. He returned a few hours later with fast food in a bag from a campus restaurant.

"I brought you something to eat," he said, placing the bag on a tray over Alex's bed. "I'm heading to the cafeteria now and then to the gym. I'll fetch your dinner tonight."

"Thanks."

Hungry, Alex glanced at his food and quickly devoured it: a burger, fries, and a milkshake. He felt a bit guilty about consuming so many calories, but hunger and boredom made him ignore those thoughts.

Each day followed a similar pattern. And the evenings became their time together. David would go out for dinner, and they would settle in Alex's bed to watch movies and series on the laptop. They shared laughs and conversations. David often watched Alex eat, noticing small changes in his body. His toned muscles started to soften, and a small layer of fat accumulated around his waist and thighs. Alex also noticed the changes. Initially, he felt uncomfortable and embarrassed, though there was something intriguing about it all.

One night, while enjoying a movie together, Alex looked at David.

"I think I've gained some weight," he murmured.

David nodded.

"Yeah, I've noticed. But you're fine, Alex."

David's words made Alex blush and awakened something inside him.

As the days passed, both found themselves thinking more and more about Alex's weight gain. The night before removing the cast, they were in bed, watching a movie. David let his hand rest on Alex's abdomen, feeling the soft curve that had formed. Alex tensed at first but then relaxed, allowing David's hand to stay there.

"I didn't know I'd like this so much," Alex admitted quietly, looking at David with bright eyes.

David smiled, his thumb gently caressing Alex's skin.

"Me neither."

They shared a look filled with meaning. The sexual tension was palpable. David, with his hand still on Alex's soft abdomen, decided to take the first step. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Alex's. Alex responded to the kiss, first shyly and then with growing fervor. When they separated, they were breathing heavily.

"Your physical change turns me on, Alex," David confessed.

Alex gulped.

"It turns me on too," he admitted quietly. "And the fact that you're the one who brought me all that food, that you're partly responsible for my change... arouses me a lot."

Alex's words encouraged David. With a mischievous smile, he took off Alex's shirt, exposing his chest and belly. Alex did the same, undressing David with trembling but determined hands. Alex's pecs, once firm, showed a slight layer of fat, and his nipples were more prominent. His belly had lost definition and appeared softly rounded. David's hands moved down to Alex's pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down. Alex mimicked David. They were left in tight briefs, the fabric clearly outlining their painful hard-ons. With a mix of desire and curiosity, David slid Alex's briefs down, freeing his penis. He then revealed his own. They studied each other for a moment, absorbing the sight of one another, before David took the initiative.

"You look incredible," he murmured, his hand sliding over Alex's abdomen.

His voice was thick with desire. He began to work Alex's cock with slow, firm movements. Alex closed his eyes and let out a moan. Each stroke increased the pleasure.

"David," Alex gasped, "I'm going to... oh... God..."

David increased the pace of his hand while attending to his own erection with equal intensity.

"Let go, Alex," David whispered, his eyes locked on his roommate's.

With a final moan, Alex climaxed. He came in David's hand, who soon reached his own orgasm and collapsed beside him. They knew they had just crossed a line, one they weren't willing to step back from. Their lives had changed forever, and they were eager to explore what the future held.

The next morning, a Saturday, Alex left the doctor's office feeling relieved and excited. After weeks with a cast, he could finally move with more freedom. He had put on sweatpants, since all his jeans were too tight. Opening the dorm door, he found David waiting with a big smile and food temptingly spread out on one of the desks.

"Welcome back to freedom, Alex!" David exclaimed, stepping in for a hug. "I thought we should celebrate in style."

Alex smiled, feeling a special warmth inside.

"Thanks, David. Wow, that's a lot of food."

They sat on the bed, and David started serving him generous portions on a tray. Alex, excited, devoured each bite while David watched with satisfaction. As Alex ate, David couldn't help but comment on the changes in Alex's body.

"You've gained a lot, especially in your butt," he said with a naughty look. "It's gotten bigger and rounder. I love it."

Alex felt his cheeks blush, but couldn't deny he liked David's attention.

"Yeah, these sweatpants are one of the few things that fit," he admitted between bites.

"And not just in your butt," David continued, running his hand over Alex's abdomen. "Your belly has grown too."

After a good while of chewing, swallowing, and drinking, Alex was full and satisfied. But David had more plans for him.

"I want to give you something else, as a reward for eating everything," he said seductively.

David knelt in front of Alex and began to pull down his pants, exposing his tight briefs.

"Wow, these look so snug, Alex," he murmured before freeing Alex's semi-erection and starting to pleasure him with his mouth.

Alex's moans filled the room as David worked skillfully. When Alex reached orgasm, his newly gained fat jiggled. David got up, licking his lips, and leaned in to kiss Alex.

"I want to see you grow more. Would you like that?"

Alex, still feeling waves of pleasure, nodded. David smiled with satisfaction.

Part two

Another month passed, during which David dedicated himself to feeding Alex with great care. Every evening, after dinner at the cafeteria, he made sure his roommate’s belly was well filled. Alex eagerly devoured everything, enjoying both the junk food they bought from local restaurants and the numerous baked goods.

One Sunday afternoon, after a particularly heavy lunch, Alex found himself alone in front of the bathroom mirror. He was only wearing briefs, which now didn't really fit. He turned to see his reflection from different angles. His belly had grown noticeably, rounding out and projecting over the elastic waistband of his underwear. His thighs had thickened, and his love handles bulged out at the sides. But the most striking change was his butt: it had become even bigger and rounder, completely filling the back of his underwear and stretching the fabric almost to its limit. David entered the room at that moment with a box of donuts in hand. Seeing Alex admiring himself in the mirror, a smile of pride and desire appeared on his face.

“Look at you,” David said, approaching and running his hands over Alex’s hips to squeeze the fat with adoration. “You’re so fat...”

Alex shivered at David’s touch and his words.

“It’s your fault,” murmured with excitement.

David moved closer, pressing his body against Alex’s. “I know,” he whispered in his ear before offering him a donut. “Eat.”

Alex took the donut and bit into it, enjoying the sweet taste and the feeling of being fed. As Alex ate, David set the box on the sink, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered his underwear, revealing his immediate erection. Without taking his eyes off Alex’s reflection in the mirror, he slid his tight briefs down with difficulty, exposing his plump cheeks.

“This ass needs to be fucked,” David said, rubbing the sticky tip of his cock between the voluptuous cheeks.

As Alex continued to eat the donuts David gave him, David penetrated him very slowly, their moans mixing with the sounds of Alex chewing. Each thrust was a reminder of how much he had changed, how his body had transformed. David kept whispering in his ear how fat he was. Alex, completely surrendered, felt waves of pleasure through his body. His belly bounced slightly with each movement, and his hard nipples rubbed against the mirror. He finished the last donut just as he reached climax, his cries echoing in the bathroom. David kept moving, prolonging the pleasure for both of them, before finally coming. He stayed inside Alex for a few moments, breathing heavily.

“I want to see you even fatter,” he said.

Alex, still feeling David’s cock inside him and the donuts in his stomach, nodded. “Yes. Make me fatter.”

The next day, Alex and David decided they wouldn’t go to class. The desire to spend the day together enjoying their intimacy and Alex’s body transformation was too strong. David woke up early and went out to buy a large amount of food. He returned to the dorm with several bags full of fast food, cake, and sodas. Alex, still in bed, watched with curious and eager eyes as David placed the food on the desk. The aroma of burgers, fries, pizzas, and desserts made his stomach growl with hunger. David approached the bed with a slice of pizza in hand and held it in front of Alex’s lips.

“Today, we’re going to make sure that fat keeps piling on,” he said with a seductive smile.

Alex opened his mouth and bit into the pizza, tasting the greasy cheese. While Alex ate, David sat beside him, caressing his rounded belly. It wobbled when he shook it. On the other hand, his love handles were so irresistible that David couldn’t stop touching them either.

“You’re so fat, Alex. I love how all this jiggly fat moves,” David said in a low, desire-filled voice.

His hands roamed over every roll, every fold, admiring how Alex’s body had transformed. Alex, with his mouth full, could only moan with pleasure. David’s touch and words of admiration made him feel incredibly sexy. He continued devouring slice after slice, all of them offered by his roommate. David leaned in and began kissing Alex’s belly.

“Will you get even fatter for me?” he asked, looking up to meet Alex’s eyes.

“Yes,” Alex replied, his voice trembling with excitement.

David smiled and pulled down Alex’s pre-cum-soaked underwear, revealing his member. As he finished the pizza, David began to jerk him off slowly, his hands moving skillfully. Alex shivered with pleasure, feeling his body become increasingly sensitive to David’s fingers. His belly bounced slightly with each stroke, as did his nipples. David watched Alex with fascination. He couldn’t resist any longer. He turned Alex over and positioned himself behind him, lowering his own pants and underwear.

“I’m going to fuck you, Alex. And while I do, I want you to eat this burger,” he said, bringing it close to his mouth.

Alex grunted in agreement. David slid his cock into Alex with one hand and pushed the burger towards his mouth with the other, making him eat while he thrust. They quickly reached climax.

The first exams finally came to an end, and the accumulated stress from weeks of studying dissipated. One day, David had the idea to buy a scale. He returned to the dorm with a smile. Alex, who had spent the last few months enjoying the food David fed him, was lying in bed, engrossed in a series.

“Alex, come here,” David called with a mischievous grin on his lips.

Alex got up with some effort, his body clearly more voluminous and heavy. He approached David, who placed the scale in the center of the room.

“It’s time to see how much you’ve grown,” David said, his voice filled with anticipation.

Alex stepped on the scale, and they both watched as the numbers stabilized.

“209 pounds,” David read aloud. “Damn, you’ve gained 55 pounds.”

Alex looked at David and noticed his crotch. Without saying a word, he knelt in front of him, lowered his pants, and started sucking his cock. David moaned, his hands burying in Alex’s hair as he took him deeply into his mouth. The sight of a fatter Alex, dedicated to pleasuring him, drove him wild.

“Yes, Alex, keep going,” he said, trembling with pleasure.

Alex sucked him fervently, enjoying the power he had to arouse David. David’s cock was rock hard, and every moan he made encouraged Alex to continue. David couldn’t hold back any longer. He lifted Alex and pushed him onto the bed.

“What an ass,” David whispered, lowering his extremely tight briefs and giving him a smack.

He entered him slowly, savoring every second.

“You’ve gotten so fat for me...” he said as he began to move.

Alex moaned, feeling the pressure and pleasure mix in his body.

“Yes, David, and I love being like this for you,” he responded, moving in sync with David’s thrusts.

David increased the pace, his hands firmly gripping Alex’s love handles.

“You’re so sexy, so... obese,” he murmured.

They both reached orgasm simultaneously, their bodies shaking in unison. After coming, David collapsed on top of Alex, panting and sweaty. A few seconds later, he rolled off and lay next to him.

“David,” Alex began, turning to look him in the eyes, “I have something to confess. I want both of us to get fat. I’d like to see you with some extra pounds.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“You’re into fat, it’s obvious. Don’t you wonder what it would feel like on your own body?”

“Well, I am curious, yes.”

“I think we should start this Christmas break. We’ll stay here on campus, and we can spend it eating and enjoying ourselves.”

David smiled, his face lighting up with the same excitement Alex felt.

“We can give it a go.”

They looked at each other with a mix of love and lust, knowing that the path they had chosen together would be full of pleasure and discoveries. And so, with a new determination, they prepared for the next chapter of their shared story, ready to see how far they could go.

Part three

Christmas vacation was coming to an end, and for Alex and David, those days had been a complete transformation. Not just in their bodies, but in their relationship. Ever since Alex had confessed his desire for both of them to gain weight together, they had dedicated every moment to fulfilling it. Every morning, they ordered huge breakfasts for delivery: piles of pancakes covered in butter and maple syrup, sausages, eggs, and calorie-rich milkshakes. At noon, they took turns going out for fast food, which consisted of burgers, pizzas, and huge servings of fries. And dinner was always a feast, with endless desserts. They ate, laughed, and shared caresses as their bodies expanded day by day.

The result of those weeks of indulgence was undeniable. Alex, who had started with a chubby body, had gained even more weight. His belly now spilled over the waistband of his pants, soft and rounded. His thighs rubbed against each other. And his naturally perky butt now projected with additional volume, making it very prominent. David, on the other hand, had begun his transformation with a more muscular body. But the constant intake of food and the temporary abandonment of the gym had added pounds in a distributed manner. His navel, deep as it was, got lost in a belly that was beginning to round out. His large nipples seemed more prominent under the soft fabric of his tight shirts, and his hips and thighs had acquired a layer of fat that gave him a more voluptuous contour. His butt, always firm, now had a softness that made it jiggle slightly when he moved.

It was a Sunday afternoon when they decided to face the results of their dedication. They looked at each other, their eyes full of complicity and desire, and headed to the scale. Alex went first.

“231 pounds,” David announced triumphantly. “You’ve gained another 22 pounds this vacation.”

Alex smiled, feeling pride and excitement. He stepped off the scale and gestured for David to take his place. David stepped up and waited for the numbers to stabilize.

“201 pounds,” read Alex. “You’ve gained almost 44 pounds. How is that possible?”

Without a word, they removed their underwear, which was uncomfortably tight around their waists and butts.

“I love how you look,” murmured David, approaching Alex and sliding a hand over his belly.

“And I love how you’ve gotten,” Alex responded, his hands running down David’s sides.

They celebrated with a kiss what they had created together and David led Alex to the bed.

“I’m going to give you all the pleasure you deserve,” David whispered. “Every pound you’ve gained is because of me, and that drives me crazy.”

His lips kissed Alex’s neck while his fingers played with his nipples. Alex moaned, his hands finding David’s nipples, pinching them gently and enjoying the reaction it provoked.

“And every pound you’ve gained is because of me,” Alex replied.

David smiled, embracing Alex, whose cock was hard and dripping.

“Let’s eat a bit more,” David suggested, reaching for a chocolate cake cut into generous slices that he had left on his desk the day before. “I want to watch you devour this while I fuck you.”

Alex turned around, his breath quickening with anticipation. As David slowly penetrated him, he began eating the slices, one after another, each bite filling him with both food and pleasure. His moans filled the room as David moved inside him, whispering, 'You’re so obese' and 'I love your fat ass.' Alex asked David to eat some cake too, and David obeyed. They finished the whole thing quickly. When they climaxed, David collapsed on Alex, both covered in crumbs.

“Let’s keep this up,” Alex murmured, his voice barely audible. “Let’s get even fatter.”

David nodded, kissing Alex’s forehead.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, waking Alex and David. They stretched in their beds, feeling the additional weight of their bodies after a holiday of indulgence. They looked at each other and laughed, knowing they would have to face the reality of their new sizes today.

“We should try on our school clothes before classes resume,” David said, getting out of bed. “I doubt anything other than a couple of big t-shirts and sweatpants will fit.”

Alex felt a mix of nervousness and excitement at the thought of how his clothes would fit his new curves. They started searching through their closets. David was the first to try on a shirt. It was one of his favorites, black, which used to fit him perfectly. Now, as he slid it over his torso, the fabric stretched noticeably over his belly, and his bulging nipples were more prominent than ever.

“It looks ridiculous on me,” David said, looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and then at Alex.

Alex couldn’t help but bite his lower lip at such a display of David’s weight gain.

“You look like a cow! Let me try,” he said, pulling out some stretchy jeans.

He pulled them up over his wide thighs with difficulty.

“Ugh! I can’t button them,” he commented, turning to see the fabric stretching dangerously over his hips.

David watched as Alex’s unbuttoned pants didn’t cover his butt, accentuating its new roundness.

“You’re the cow. Those seams are going to burst any moment,” David teased.

They continued trying on different clothes, laughing and making erotic comments. It was clear they needed new clothes.

They left their dorm dressed poorly and walked to the nearest store. Every step made their bodies move enticingly: their bellies jiggled slightly, and their butts swayed sensually.

They returned to their dorm having acquired several large pieces of clothing, including underwear, turned on by the sights in the changing rooms.

“Today, I realized how truly fat we are,” David said, touching Alex’s belly and feeling the softness under his fingers.

“I know,” Alex said, grabbing David’s tits.

The room filled with whispers, caresses, and moans, every movement a promise of pleasure.

The first day of classes after the holidays went by somewhat normally for Alex and David. They got up early, dressed in their new clothes, and attended classes. Everyone commented on how much weight they had gained over Christmas, but they just shrugged. After the morning classes, they headed to the cafeteria for lunch. Even though the food was healthy, they ate way too much.

They lay down in their beds back in their dorm room.

“Should we go back to the gym?” Alex asked, though without much conviction.

David looked at him and smiled.

“I’d rather order a pizza and keep enjoying this,” he said, slapping his own belly.

Alex laughed and nodded.

“That sounds better. But pizza? We just ate.”

They decided to play a little prank. They put on the smallest underwear they had, ones they hadn’t thrown away on purpose. The elastic waistband dug into their flesh and shamelessly showed their ass cracks.

“Let’s see the pizza guy's reaction,” David said, adjusting his underwear and admiring his reflection in the mirror.

Soon the doorbell rang. David opened the door, revealing his barely covered body in his briefs. Alex approached as well, both of them shamelessly showing off. The pizza guy stood there, mouth open, unable to avoid staring at their exposed roundness.

“Here... here’s your pizza,” he said in a trembling voice, handing over the boxes.

“Thanks,” Alex said, taking the pizza and turning around.

They burst into laughter as they closed the door.

“He looked at us like we were monsters!” David said.

“That was incredible!” Alex added.

They took off their underwear, sat on Alex’s bed, opened the box, and started devouring the pizza. Every bite was a mix of pleasure and lust.

“Look how fat you are,” David mumbled.

“And what about you? Fat pig,” Alex responded.

Desire grew between them, and as they continued chewing, they touched and masturbated each other. The insults about their obesity took them to new levels of excitement. They were trapped in a cycle of pleasure and fatness, and both knew there was no going back.

Final part

After months of classes, spring break, final exams, much indulgence, and endless sessions of pleasure, the school year was almost over. Alex and David woke up one morning feeling the weight of their bodies, the result of their voracious appetite and constant desire to gain weight.

David opened his eyes first, his hand brushing the expanse of his belly before getting out of bed. His body moved with noticeable effort. The lard on his abdomen spilled over in several folds. His large, dark nipples stood out on his soft chest, surrounded by a mass of flesh that jiggled with every movement. His arms, once firm and toned, were now thick and full. He looked down at his legs. His thighs had widened considerably, and his calves were filled with fat. The most unexpected change was his butt. His glutes had expanded enormously, each fat and rounded cheek bouncing slightly as he walked. His hips had also widened, giving him a more voluptuous shape.

“Alex, are you awake? Let’s weigh ourselves, fatso. It’s time,” David mumbled sleepily.

Alex got out of bed. His body wasn’t far behind in changes. His abs, once firm and defined, had disappeared under a thick layer of fat. His belly hung over the waistband of his XL briefs, creating a roundness that swayed with every movement. His nipples were also larger. As for his arms, they were surrounded by a layer of fat that gave them a soft appearance. His thighs had grown considerably, as had his calves, and his glutes, once firm and perky, were now even bigger and rounder than David’s, a tempting sight with every step he took.

They headed together to the scale. David stepped on first, watching the numbers rapidly rise until they stopped at 326 pounds.

“Holy crap! 326 pounds,” he said with a mix of amazement and excitement.

Then it was Alex’s turn. He stepped on the scale. The numbers climbed until they stopped at 313 pounds.

“313 pounds,” Alex said proudly and worriedly.

David approached Alex to caress his enormous butt, his hands sinking into the soft, overflowing flesh. He squeezed the cheeks lightly, making them jiggle like jelly. Alex's hands roamed David’s soft belly to feel every inch of fat. Then his fingers played with David’s salami-sized nipples, which instantly hardened. They looked at each other intensely. It had totally gotten out of hand. What would their families say when they saw them in the summer?

“David, I love you.”

“I love you too, Alex.”

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Pig Games

This 51,415 word bhm weight gain fiction is a retelling of the first season of the popular series Squid Game. Characters are completely different from the original story, and instead of contestants dying as a result of losing the competition, they grow fat. Very fat. Themes include rapid weight gain, weight gain humiliation, sexual content, forced weight gain, and purposeful weight gain.

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The stranger in the well fitted suit had offered me $100 if I could beat him in a simple game of black jack. We were at the metro station near my house, it was raining, my subway was late, and I have never been the type to say no to a little competition. Of course, I won, maybe a little too easily now that I think about it. I even told him to keep the money, it’s not like I needed it. I have always enjoyed the feeling of power that my successful career has given me, allowing me to make moves like that. 

The man saw my competitive spirit and offered me a spot in an elite competition against hundreds of other males. Winner gets an insane amount of money, around $30million,  but more importantly, the title of having beat hundreds of other athletes in a gauntlet of intense physical competitions. This piqued my interest immediately. At 28, already having reached high status at my corporate job, I spend most of my time at work, hit the gym for a few hours, and focus on meeting my macros. My body is a well oiled machine, if I could not win this competition, nobody could. I quickly accepted the man’s offer, and received an envelope with instructions on where to be picked up. I was blindfolded and taken far away, at least half a day’s journey. 

At this new location, still blindfolded, the workers had me change clothes into something spandex-like, it hugged my tall, heavily muscled body. There were others in the room with me, naked, we bumped elbows as we changed, all still blindfolded. They ushered us together, shoulder to muscled shoulder, through a series of presumed hallways. The other men felt large next to me, sturdy. Heat radiated off of their bodies, they grunted and let out deep breaths. It was warm in there, I felt the sweaty bodies of the men around me.

Now, I find myself being instructed by a worker in front of us all to take off my blindfold. We’re in a cavernous room with light grey walls and white tiled floors. Made bunk beds litter the floor, presumably enough so each man in the competition gets his own. The number 456 is posted on a large monitor atop a wall, above a stage where workers holding loaded crossbows stand in a line. Each worker wears an identical uniform, a hot pink set of briefs that cup their sizable junk and bubbled asses well, shirtless torso showing off defined abs and hefty pecs, and black mask with a white triangle printed on the front, protecting their identity. The head worker informs us that the screen behind him will show us the number of athletes left in the competition. 

The men around me are all of a similar athletic prowess to myself. ‘Good.’ I think. ‘I might actually have some real competition for once in my life.’ Nothing is more disappointing to me than when a fat guy tries to compete with me. As if we’d ever be in the same league of athleticism. Each of the contestants in here wears a solid, emerald green singlet, identical except for a number printed on our backs. I’m told mine reads 268.

We’re instructed that the first game of the competition will start in an hour. While waiting, the beautifully sculpted workers wheel in buffet table after buffet table filled with decadent food into the expansively open middle of the room. At least 30 tables are rolled out one by one, holding rich items such as burgers, fries, pizza, tacos, chips, pastas, cakes, cookies, and any other fattening food one could crave.

We all look around at each other, each man in the room heavily fitted with carefully protein fed bulging muscle. Where’s the food that could fit our macros? This won’t do, we all laugh to each other. 

I find my bed crammed into a corner of others with numbers close to mine. An LED display reads 0 before I lay on the bed, and goes up to 217lbs when I lay down, functioning like a scale. At 6’2, I’m proud of my weight, my body fat percentage at 7.8% last Monday. The other men chat amongst themselves about what the first game could possibly be. I meditate, keeping my eye on the prize. I’m not here to make friends.

Shortly, we’re called forth by the workers to participate in the first game. Ushered through hallways and staircases single file, they lead us to a large dirt courtyard and have us all stand on one side. There are steel walls containing us, 5 stories high. The sky is clear above us, and the air is sweet, the smell of flowers flowing in through a breeze. Workers line the steel walls and grounds periodically, each holding a crossbow pointed in our direction. The bolts they’re armed with are needle like, perfect for poking. I don’t anticipate these would be deadly, especially not for beasts like us. 

Across the dry courtyard, under an old ash tree, is an animatronic sumo wrestler. On an intercom system, a deep voice comes on. “For this game, you will run to the wrestler when he says green light, and freeze when he says red light. Contestants must make it across the finish line before time runs out.” The air is tight, the tension of competition being felt by all.

After instruction, one guy laughs boisterously, so that everyone can hear. “A kids' competition? I’m taking this win for myself!” Suddenly, he runs full speed towards the animatronic sumo wrestler, perhaps 500 feet away, number 100 on his back. His black, curly hair flows behind him, his olive toned biceps and thighs looking large and powerful coming out of his singlet. Everyone else watches in silence, the only sound being the insubordinate man’s heavy footsteps on the dry dirt. 

Click A crossbow bolt with a needle-like tip is fired at the man. With precise aim, the bolt hits the number 100 right on his back, and the man slows to a stop. Everyone stares.

“Is this the best you’ve got?” He calls out, pulling the bolt out of his back with a meaty arm. “Was this supposed to stop me?” As we all stare, his breath slowly becomes shorter, until he takes a large breath, and looks at the needle on the crossbow. He slides his finger against its shiny surface. “Did you guys lace this with something?” He asks, nervously, his breath shallow. “I feel funny.”

All eyes on him, a change starts to happen. Around his middle, his abs start to bow out through his singlet, and his thick butt jiggles as it juts out, growing an inch or two. “What’s happening to me?” 100 shouts, panic in his eyes. His stomach continues to grow into a proper belly, tightening the singlet around his rounding body. His pecs round out, forming fat moobs on his torso, soon struggling to be contained by the singlet. His whole body grows fatter and fatter, noticeable changes every few seconds. I watch at first in awe at the impossible happening before my eyes, and then in horror and the thought of this potentially happening to me. I waive the thought away. I’d never become a fatass like this guy.

100’s belly grows too fat for the singlet, and it starts to rip at the seams, his fresh love handles spilling out at the side as the tears grow larger. The top half of the singlet falls below his waist, where his globular ass is slowly growing out of the bottom half of the green spandex. His crack looks fat and deep, sweat sticking to hairs in the sun.

“Please, somebody help me!” He calls out, nobody moving an inch. His strong jawline quickly turning into rounded jowls, his neck being filled with fat to form a double chin that his beard can’t hide. His breathing becomes more labored, and soon he lays down with a massive jiggle, overwhelmed with lard. His overly fattened thighs rip out of the spandex with a thwump sound and the tearing of fabric. The spandex falls to the sides, revealing his pubic fat with a fat pad so blubbery only the tip of his cock able to be seen. His belly continues to expand, growing rounded and higher in the air, his body filling with fat. Until finally, after he’s gained an insane amount of weight, the fattening slows. Not a hint of athleticism left on the man’s body, only fat is shown. His face and body unrecognizable, we all stare in shock and horror.

Across the field, the animatronic sumo wrestler stirs. “Green light,” he says.

The rest of the story, as well as a library of other written and audio feederism content, can be found at Patreon.com/YourFattener under the Full Buffet tier for $8USD/month.

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Story Index

Thought I would make a master list of all my stories, for convenience. I’ll be updating this as I publish more. Enjoy! 🐷

Beached: Nick gains a new appreciation for the beach after seeing a very large (yet strangely familiar) figure.

Big Moments: When Connor puts on a few pounds, he has no idea that it’s just the beginning—his weight gain is just getting started. This story follows his transformation from slim young man to hefty chub.

Lifeguard Off Duty: In this multi-part collaboration with gainerstories, former lifeguard Bradley faces big temptations at his new office job, and soon finds himself in a losing battle with the bulge.

Room Service: Serving at a hotel restaurant isn’t Enrique’s dream job, but he does enjoy the free meals and handsome customers. But those perks come with some unintended consequences.

10-Year Reunion: Matthew is surprised to discover a former classmate has grown in more ways than one since graduation—and he’s even more surprised by the chemistry between them.

Amenities: As he tries to recreate an unforgettable night from his past, married businessman Nate discovers that the universe has much larger (but equally steamy) plans in store for him.

Treats: Who doesn’t love a man outgrowing his Halloween costume? This is the story of Noah and Troy, and the different ways they spend Halloween over the years.

Marathon: Follow Jason, an overfed ex-jock, on a one-day whirlwind of gluttony as he eats his way through his small town’s most fattening offerings.

Kept Boy: Daniel, a twunky former model, is enjoying his easy life as the kept boy of a mysterious international businessman, pampered by live-in chef Leon. Of course, this life of ease—and indulgence—has some major consequences for Daniel’s figure.

Hot Weather: Ian is a cameraman at a sleepy local news station. When a handsome young hunk lands a job as the station’s new weather broadcaster, Ian’s work gets a lot more interesting… especially when the object of his desire starts thickening up.

A Day’s Work: This story follows two employees of a popular food delivery app as they go about their workdays. One is a beleaguered bike courier, the other is the company’s co-founder and head of development, a big boy with an appetite for living large—I’ll let you decide who has the harder job.

Thrifting: Evan keeps outgrowing his clothes. As he donates them to a local thrift store, he builds a rapport with Ali, the store’s handsome clerk. Will their flirty back-and-forth blossom into something… bigger?

Go Big, Go Home: Finn isn’t exactly known for his work ethic. When he realizes that he can work from home if he gains enough weight, he decides to go for it. But after unleashing his gluttony to hit his target, will he be able to contain his inner hog?

Big Bro: Marco is a cocky jock who takes his good looks for granted. When he starts to mock his hefty stepbrother’s weight loss regime by adopting a diet change of his own, he winds up facing far heavier consequences than he anticipated.

Office Hours: Dave doesn’t expect to enjoy the English course he’s been forced to take. That is, until he meets Cole, the course’s gorgeous TA. As the school year progresses, a growing Cole introduces Dave to some new interests.

Lifetime Supply: This multi-part collaboration stars Ryan, a svelte computer science major, who thinks he’s hit the jackpot when he wins a no-strings-attached lifetime supply of junk food from his favourite snack company. But as he begins to balloon, Ryan discovers there’s no such thing as a free lunch… or free snacks, for that matter.

Suitable: Patrick doesn’t believe that the suit he purchases as a gag Halloween costume is bound by a fattening spell. But the scale doesn’t lie…

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Room to Grow Part 1: Bad Influences

Elliot had always been the skinny guy. At 23, he was tall and lean, with a metabolism that seemed to burn through food like it was nothing. He didn’t work out obsessively or follow any strict diet. It was just the way he was. His friends liked to joke that he could eat an entire pizza and still fit into his skinny jeans the next day, and for the most part, it was true. He liked being that way—easy, effortless, and always confident in his own skin.

When Elliot moved to the city for a new job, he quickly realized that finding an apartment he could afford on his own was next to impossible. After a couple of weeks, he found a shared apartment close to work and agreed to room with two guys, both of whom were a bit older than him. The rent was cheaper, and it seemed like a good deal.

The first time he met his new roommates, he was a little surprised. They were both big guys, especially compared to him. There was Ryan, with his thick arms and broad chest, wearing a band t-shirt and cargo shorts, and then there was Mark, who was tall but with a soft roundness to him that suggested he enjoyed a few too many late-night snacks. They both had warm, easy-going personalities that immediately put Elliot at ease. 

“Hey man, welcome!” Ryan said with a smile, slapping him on the back as they shook hands. 

Mark, with a lazy grin, handed him a plate of brownies. “We’ve got more where that came from,” he joked, “but don't feel obligated to eat them... unless you're hungry.”

Elliot laughed awkwardly, not sure what to say. He accepted a brownie and followed them inside. The apartment was cozy, decorated with posters of classic rock bands and sports teams. It was clear they had lived there for a while, and it felt like their space. Elliot tried not to think too hard about the size of the couch or the wide kitchen table that always seemed to be piled high with food containers.

Over the next few days, he got into a routine. He worked long hours and spent most evenings in his room, catching up on emails or watching shows online. He didn’t have a lot of time to get to know Ryan and Mark, but he did notice how much they loved to cook and eat together. It was always pizza night, or they’d whip up something hearty in the kitchen, from massive pots of spaghetti to giant meatloaves. 

Elliot, by contrast, usually grabbed something light—a salad or a protein bar—when he wasn’t too busy. He didn’t want to make a big deal of it. He’d politely decline when they offered him a plate of whatever they were eating, not wanting to come off as rude or judgmental. 

One night, after Ryan made his signature homemade lasagna, he turned to Elliot. “Hey, man, you’re gonna eat with us, right?”

Elliot froze. He had been about to grab a salad, but he didn’t want to seem like he was avoiding them. “Uh, I’m good. Thanks, though. I just ate earlier.”

Mark, who was lounging on the couch, raised an eyebrow. “You sure? This is *the* lasagna, Elliot. Don’t want you to miss out on it.”

Elliot smiled awkwardly. “I appreciate it, really. I just don’t eat as much as you guys, I guess.”

Ryan set down his fork and looked at him, his expression thoughtful. “Hey, I get it. But honestly, we’re not here to make you feel weird about it. We just like eating together, that’s all. You don’t have to stick to your salad thing just because of us. We’re not judging.”

Mark chimed in from the couch, “Yeah, man, we’ve got no problem with what you eat, but if you’re ever hungry, just join us. No pressure.”

Elliot felt a weird lump in his throat. He’d always been the guy who prided himself on being the one who didn’t care what anyone else thought. But in this moment, he realized he had been putting up walls—around his food choices, his routine, and even his relationships. He wasn’t just trying to avoid calories; he was isolating himself from them, from them as people.

The next weekend, Ryan and Mark invited him to join them for a “healthy cooking day.” Elliot was hesitant at first, unsure of what that meant in their world, but he agreed. They spent the afternoon trying new recipes—grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and a huge smoothie bar. For once, Elliot wasn’t the only one watching his food intake. He felt like he wasn’t *on display* for his choices anymore. He was just another guy, chopping vegetables, chatting about movies, and trying to make something together.

As the evening came around, they all sat down with bowls of their homemade stir-fry, laughing about silly things from work and sharing stories about past roommates and cooking disasters.

“That was a lot better than I thought it’d be,” Elliot admitted, pushing his empty bowl aside. “I think I’ve just been so stuck in my own head, you know? About food, about what I *should* eat, what I *shouldn’t* eat.”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, nodding. “Yeah, man, I totally get it. It’s all about balance, right? We’ve both been there—stuck in cycles of eating out or trying to cut out everything. It’s about enjoying food and not obsessing over it.”

Mark added, “Exactly. And hey, if you want to keep things healthy, we’re all for it. We’re just trying to make it a little easier for everyone, right?”

Elliot smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. They weren’t just his roommates. They were his friends. They didn’t care about how he looked or what he ate. They just wanted to hang out and share good food, good company, and good times.

Over time, Elliot found that living with Ryan and Mark didn’t just teach him how to enjoy meals more freely, but also how to be more open. Their easy-going attitude about food, body image, and life in general started to rub off on him. He didn’t feel the need to be the skinny guy who had it all figured out. He could be himself—and sometimes, that meant indulging in a big meal, enjoying pizza without guilt, or laughing at a late-night snack with his roommates. 

They all grew in their own ways, together. And Elliot realized that, more than anything, this shared apartment was a space where they could be who they were, without judgment. It was a place to grow—not just in size, but in friendship.

At first, it was a struggle. Elliot had never really thought about how much he could eat. He had always maintained his slender frame with little effort, casually filling up on salads, protein shakes, and the occasional light meal. But living with Ryan and Mark was a different world. Their love for food wasn’t just about eating—it was about *enjoying* eating. And they had no problem eating a lot.

In the beginning, Elliot felt self-conscious when they invited him to join their meals. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the food—they made fantastic meals, hearty and flavorful—but his body had been trained to eat only a small amount at a time. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten a full plate of something. Most evenings, after just a few bites of lasagna or grilled chicken, he felt uncomfortably full and wanted to stop. But Ryan and Mark always finished their plates, sometimes going back for seconds, and then settling in for snacks, chips, or bowls of ice cream.

“Come on, man,” Ryan would say, giving him a playful nudge. “You gotta try this. Just one more bite. Don’t let it go to waste.”

Mark would chuckle, adding, “You’re not gonna be hungry later. Might as well eat now while it’s here.”

The first few weeks were an odd dance for Elliot. He’d eat slowly, trying to keep up with them, feeling the discomfort of fullness hit earlier than usual. At first, he tried to maintain his usual restraint, convinced that he *had* to stop before he felt bloated. But Ryan and Mark, with their carefree attitudes, kept encouraging him to eat more, and each time, Elliot found himself taking just one more bite—then another, and another.

After a while, it became a pattern. There was always more food than anyone could eat in one sitting, so they’d end up watching TV with pizza boxes open on the coffee table, snacking mindlessly. Elliot’s stomach would be stretched to its limits, a dull ache growing in the pit of his stomach, but he found it hard to stop. It wasn’t just about the food anymore. It was the camaraderie, the way they bonded over meals, shared jokes, and never made him feel weird for not being able to keep up at first. 

At first, Elliot hated that feeling—being too full, sluggish, uncomfortable. He’d retire to his room, feeling like he was walking a fine line between fitting in and betraying his own body. But slowly, imperceptibly, something began to shift. His stomach seemed to adapt, expanding in small increments, slowly able to handle more. The next time they had pizza, he found himself reaching for a second slice without the usual hesitation. Then, on a random Tuesday night, he finished a whole plate of spaghetti—and didn’t feel as stuffed as he had before.

He noticed it during the weekends, when they would make their Sunday feast. Mark would fill the air fryer with fried foods, and Ryan would make pizza and a dessert. They’d eat together for hours, chatting, laughing, and passing around dishes, always encouraging each other to take more. It was normal for Mark to have three servings and Ryan to finish off the last of the food.

“You don’t have to keep up with us,” Ryan would say after seeing Elliot hesitate at the table. “But trust me, there’s no shame in enjoying a good meal.”

Elliot had been reluctant at first, but now he was starting to *enjoy* it, too. As much as he tried to fight it, his body began to crave the comfort of those big meals, the indulgent late-night snacks, and the feeling of sitting around with his roommates, chatting over bowls of chili or homemade pizza. He found himself going back for seconds more often. A third helping wasn’t out of the question anymore, and he no longer felt the need to rush to his room afterward to avoid being seen as weak for not finishing everything on his plate.

He also started noticing something he hadn’t expected: his body was changing. At first, it was subtle—an inch added to his waistline, his jeans feeling a bit tighter after a few weeks. But as the months went by, it became more apparent. His arms felt fuller, his stomach rounder, and he even noticed his face becoming a little softer. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, but the extra food—and the ease with which he now consumed it—had started to reflect in his body.

It wasn’t just the weight that was changing. His attitude toward food was shifting, too. Whereas he used to feel guilty for indulging, now he felt more comfortable with the idea of eating for pleasure. His conversations with Ryan and Mark had slowly shifted from just joking about food to serious discussions about eating for both enjoyment and balance. Mark would often tell him, “Don’t think of it as overeating. Think of it as living.”

One afternoon, after they’d spent hours preparing a massive barbecue spread, Elliot was leaning back in his chair, feeling pleasantly full for the first time in weeks. Ryan, who was lounging across from him, caught his eye and gave him a thumbs-up.

“Look at you, man,” Ryan said with a grin. “You’re finally eating like a normal person. Not bad.”

Elliot chuckled, rubbing his stomach. “Yeah, I guess I’ve gotten used to it. Still a bit of a stretch, but... not terrible.”

Mark, who was halfway through a third helping of ribs, laughed and wiped his mouth. “We told you. The more you eat, the more room you’ve got.”

It wasn’t just a physical change. Elliot began to feel more connected to Ryan and Mark. Food had become a bridge, a shared experience that didn’t have to be about calories or body image. It was about friendship, about enjoying the simple pleasure of a meal together and letting go of any anxiety about what or how much he ate. There were days when they all sat at the kitchen table long after dinner, talking and laughing until the food was gone, and he realized he was no longer counting the bites or trying to stop himself from eating too much.

One evening, as they were cleaning up after a particularly indulgent dinner of burgers and fries, Elliot noticed something that made him smile. For the first time, he wasn’t thinking about how full he felt or whether he should have stopped earlier. He was just enjoying the moment, grateful for the friends he had made and the space they’d created where he didn’t have to worry about measuring himself—or his food.

"You're gonna regret this tomorrow," Ryan teased, as Elliot helped clear the table.

Elliot smiled and shrugged. "Nah. I think I’m starting to get the hang of it."

And for the first time, he wasn’t just talking about eating. He was talking about life—letting go, being present, and allowing himself to be a part of something bigger than his own self-consciousness.

Over time, the changes to his body became more pronounced, but Elliot didn’t mind. The tightness around his stomach was no longer uncomfortable. It felt natural, like something that had just happened over time. And maybe it wasn’t about his physical transformation as much as it was about his acceptance of himself and his life with Ryan and Mark. It had always been about more than just food. It was about sharing, growing, and finding comfort in something simple but meaningful.

**New Chapter will be posted each Thursday** 

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Gluttons

It was strange how you could go ten years without seeing someone and yet suddenly remember everything about them the moment you came across them again.

Oliver had never understood the alarm system at the house he and his boyfriend had bought a couple of years ago. However, since it had been setting itself off whilst he had been at work, he knew it was time to get someone in to see it. He’d called a company, not knowing that his old high school buddy, Tom, worked for them. That was, until the guy showed up at his door that Thursday afternoon.

Back in the day, Oliver had mixed with quite a diverse crowd in high school. He’d never been one to shoehorn himself into a stereotypical group and had amassed friends across the entire spectrum of high school life. Tom had been on one of those extreme ends of the scale: a typically gorgeous, athletic jock who didn’t have much time for many people outside of the usual jock circle. However, Oliver had always found him relatively easy to chat to and even remembered them getting dared to kiss each other during an alcohol infused round of ‘spin the bottle’ at one of their friend’s parties. Unlike many of the other jocks, Tom seemed more comfortable in his own skin, not caring that Oliver was gay, despite only having an eye for the most athletic girls in the school. It was fair to say that Oliver only had good memories of the guy.

“Oliver!” Tom smiled in recognition as he stood on the doorway carrying his bag of tools. “I didn’t know you lived here!”

The man stepped over the threshold, placing his bag down and reached in for a hug that almost seemed out of place after such a long period of estrangement. The scent of him seemed so familiar. He was still so handsome and good-looking, but what was that Oliver could feel as their torsos bounced against each other? He looked down the moment they stepped apart again, noticing that Tom had developed the cutest, tight and firm-looking paunch on him. It stuck out under his toned chest, stretching the material of the cheap work shirt, looking incredibly out of place on the guy who had once been so fit and active.

“Long time, no see,” Oliver smiled back, trying not to stare at the unusual shape of his old high school buddy. The pair spent a few minutes reminiscing, with Oliver explaining how he and his ex, James, had come to buy the house and lived there together up until three months ago, when the guy had cheated on him and abruptly moved out. 

“I just remember that crazy old cat guy used to live here when we were in high school,” Tom laughed. “I never imagined it would be as nice as this inside.”

“Oh, it definitely wasn’t like this when we bought it,” Oliver laughed. “We pretty much had to start from scratch when we bought the place.”

Tom smiled at him, seeming to admire his achievement. It was the way he had always been, never jealous or competitive; just genuinely happy for others when things were going well; even if people beat him in a tennis match or smashed his high school athletics records. 

As Tom settled to work at the alarm box, Oliver couldn’t help staring at his old friend’s new shape once more. From behind, it was obvious that the tight little paunch on him had pushed around to his sides, providing him with the sweetest little love handles, further emphasised by how ridiculously tight his shirt was around his middle. There was an added thickness to his butt too; his old, slim glutes replaced with more bulbous, stronger-looking butt cheeks. After three months of being angry at the world and swearing off men, Oliver suddenly found himself swooning. He’d always loved guys on the larger side and Tom appeared to be the most perfect dad-bod specimen Oliver had ever seen. As the guy bent down to collect some wires from his bag, an expanse of skin on his lower back came suddenly into view, alongside a sweet shot of his delicious-looking butt crack that his stretched and undersized underwear failed to cover. There was no doubt about it, Oliver was finally getting over his break-up.

“Would you like some cake?” Oliver offered, pulling out the leftovers from the birthday party he had thrown for his mother the day before.

Two greedy little eyes looked upon the cake and the man swallowed a sudden build up of saliva. “Sure,” he nodded eagerly, sipping on his fresh coffee and feeling a lot more spoiled than when he called at most folks’ houses.

Oliver could feel his erection flexing as he pulled out the knife to start cutting the slice. Tom had always been so fit and lean, yet now Oliver was serving him cake whilst enjoying the round, bloated shape of his stomach. He went to dish out the portion when a wicked, kinky part of his brain began whispering to him: ‘More! More! Cut him a bigger slice!’ 

As Oliver listened to it, he felt even more blood pumping into his groin. The slice he had cut was ridiculously massive. He almost felt embarrassed as he served it up. Yet Tom didn’t seem in the slightest bit put off by it. He simply stood to the side, resting the arm holding the plate against his tight, rounded stomach, feeding himself with the fork. The sight was almost mesmerising.

“Can I get you some more?” Oliver asked cheekily, seeing that the plate was cleared remarkably quickly. “It’s fresh cream. I’ll probably end up having to throw it out tomorrow,” he lied.

“Well… okay then,” Tom nodded, seeming to know that he was overindulging. This time, Oliver didn’t bother cutting a slice. The remaining cake was only marginally larger than the slice he had served up last time. He simply slapped the entirety of it onto the plate, thanking Tom for freeing up some space in his refrigerator.

“It’s been really great to see you again,” Tom smiled later on as he gathered up his things and headed to the door.

“You too!” Oliver nodded back, having enjoyed the last half an hour immensely. He felt reinvigorated and irredeemably aroused, as if the time had been the best possible therapy to get him over the sadness of his break-up.

“Perhaps you might let me take you out to dinner sometime?” Tom asked next, suddenly a little shy.

“Dinner?” Oliver shot back in complete and utter shock. “As in… a date?”

“Sure. Why not?” Tom chuckled. “I always remember the two of us having a good vibe together back in high school. I’d like to see whether we still have it.”

Oliver was almost speechless. Sure, he’d been flirting the entire time, but he hadn’t expected any of it to land. Tom had never… Tom wasn’t into guys… What the hell was going on?

“You don’t want to,” Tom sighed, trying to interpret the stunned silence.

“No!” Oliver shot back. “Not ‘no’… I mean, yes. I mean…” he spluttered, grumbling at his sudden inability to communicate effectively. “Okay,” he nodded, trying not to laugh at his own good fortune. “But why don’t you come over here instead of going out? I can cook us a meal.”

Tom smiled brightly. “I’d love that. Tomorrow night?” he asked.

Oliver reflected the smile as he nodded. There really was no time to waste.

At the supermarket the next day, Oliver felt the same sense of arousal he had experienced when serving the cake. There were so many things a relatively overweight, former jock should never eat, suddenly getting thrown into his shopping cart: beers, potato chips, pastries and sodas. Something inside of Oliver was captivated by seeing how much Tom had let his eating habits slide and he endeavoured to create the most decadent dining experience for his date that he possibly could.

When Tom arrived, he looked smart enough in his pants and polished shoes. But just like any guy who wasn’t paying enough attention to his expanding waistline, his shirt was once again tight around his stomach. Even standing up, the buttons looked slightly strained, positively gaping once he sat down and started to eat alongside Oliver.

“You’ve got a great appetite!” Oliver couldn’t help marvelling as Tom reached out for a second helping of the dessert. He got up, spooning out another scoop of ice cream for the man as well, pretending that he was merely pleased that Tom had enjoyed his cooking so much. The guy hadn’t stopped complimenting his food all evening.

“I’ve always enjoyed my food,” Tom nodded back, already starting to spoon it all into his greedy little mouth. “I always used to get away with it when I was younger. But once I hit my mid-twenties, it all started to stick to me a lot more,” he explained, giving his rounded stomach a pat, showing, for the first time, that he was actually aware of it. “I reckon it’s probably the reason I’m still single.”

The shape of that gut was completely mesmerising to Oliver, yet he pushed his urge to stare and marvel at it to the side. It wasn’t normal to be so fixated on a guy’s belly; a feature that most people would find to be Tom’s least attractive attribute. “The last thing I heard about you was that you were engaged to Molly Simpson from the year below us,” Oliver enquired interestedly.

“Oh, yeah…” Tom mumbled back, trying to eat at the same time. “That was a couple of years ago now.” He shook his head, as if something still frustrated him. “I just don’t get it,” he grumbled. “What do people expect guys like me to look like these days? I’m nearly thirty after all.”

It was obvious that his increasing weight had put an end to Tom’s engagement. But the way that Tom seemed genuinely annoyed by it all seemed to suggest that he placed no blame on himself, or his overeating, whatsoever. The volume of food he had devoured was more than extreme that evening, yet the guy seemed to believe his expanding waistline was just a normal part of ageing?

“You remember Steve, my older brother?” Tom asked, still feeding himself. “He’s the same. Only he goes to the gym to try and keep his weight down. But,,, It’s not like I have the time for that, do I?” he shrugged.

Oliver nodded sympathetically. However, there was an excitement inside of him that he felt almost impossible to contain. Tom’s genuine greed had captivated him all evening, yet the multiple excuses and denial about his own part in his increasing weight was adding fuel to that fire; supplying another strange level of arousal to the whole proceedings. “Well, I’m just grateful to have someone who actually enjoys my cooking,” he threw back, resisting the temptation to make a disparaging remark about how his ex had never appreciated all the effort he put into their meals. “So is this why you asked me on a date? You think the girls don’t want you anymore?” he teased, adding another small scoop of ice cream into Tom’s bowl at the guy’s request.

“I told you I was bisexual years ago!” Tom shot back.

“No you didn’t,” Oliver laughed. 

“I definitely did!” Tom countered. “The night we played spin the bottle at Andy’s party. The night we kissed,” he chuckled. “You do remember that, right?” he asked, getting concerned.

“I remember us being dared to kiss,” Oliver nodded. “But I don’t remember anything else. I was pretty wasted. Did you really come out as bisexual to me that night?”

A small smile twitched from the corners of Tom’s mouth. “So that’s why you didn’t ever pick up on my flirting then,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“You were actually into me back then?” Oliver asked, dumbfounded.

“Of course I was,” Tom nodded. “You’re gorgeous!”

The pair held a sickly, besotted look for a moment, before they both got up to move over to Oliver’s lounge space. Tom sat down first. He’d always carried a sense of presence about him, but with his imposing height and added mass, he seemed to fill the area with a deeply arousing, masculine air; his straining shirt gaping once more, bloating from all the food he had devoured; yet Tom appeared completely oblivious to it, with eyes only on Oliver. They talked for a short while about the people they knew from their school days; both of them realising that there were surprisingly few either of them were still in regular contact with. They’d both moved on, lived lives and experienced things that had altered them more than their eighteen-year-old selves could have contemplated. They were so familiar to each other, and yet excitingly new.

Oliver nestled himself under Tom’s arm and rested against his side; a gentle hand draped over the boy’s stout little tummy as they moved in for a sweet kiss. The smell of his body was arousing Oliver more than he thought possible; the gentle sweat and manly musk of a guy who had overindulged in stifling clothes, more than a little too tight for his fattened body. The kiss was good and followed swiftly by another, more passionate and almost frantic, as if their simmering attraction to each other had finally passed the point of no return. It wasn’t as if they were strangers just getting to know each other, and it was obvious what they both wanted.

Oliver’s hands wanted to explore more and more; to rip off Tom’s clothes and see it all. Thankfully, it was Tom who was leading the charge. Perhaps, just like Oliver, this was the first bit of action he had had in months. As such, the kissing progressed quickly, with hands sliding down into crotches and rubbing with gentle moans of encouragement. Tom grunted and unbuckled his pants, sliding them down to let his buoyant erection spring out. Oliver followed his cue, with the pair mutually stroking the other as they kissed; their breathing getting heavier and heavier. 

Finally, Oliver could wait no more. He wanted to see under Tom’s shirt. He wriggled his dropped pants clean off, then raised his own shirt off his slender, gently toned body. Immediately, Tom’s eager hands explored his torso, smiling with eager appreciation. Now was Oliver’s moment. Naked, he stood and smiled wickedly and he pulled Tom’s pants further down and threw them across the room. He sat himself on Tom’s lap, finally taking his hands to the top button of the guy’s shirt, unpicking them all, one by one, making his way down. At last, he spread the material apart, revealing the rounded, most handsome potbelly Oliver had ever seen in his life. The chest was strong and a little hairy. Only the very gentle softness of the nipples gave away the obvious forty pounds Tom had gained since Oliver had seen him last. However, the extreme, solid and heavy ball-shaped stomach was more than he had ever wished for. Here was a man who not only enjoyed his food, but had clearly packed it into himself with relish, growing such a firm, well shaped, spherical mass. It was all Oliver could do not to lament at how insanely arousing he found the sight of it. Instead, he kissed the guy more and more, leading him upstairs to finish the job.

Oliver’s friends were always going to be sceptical when he started a new relationship. They’d witnessed how heartbroken he had been after his split with James, glancing at each other with concern as Oliver had lamented about seeing an old high school crush.

“He’s staying over again tonight?” Mandy had asked. “Doesn’t he have his own place?”

Oliver had steered the conversation carefully, sensing their worries. These friends had only ever known him as the driven, assertive version of his twenties; mistaking that now for a reckless, foolhardy fall into a rebound relationship. In contrast, Tom seemed to know him so much more; that unrefined incarnation of his teenage years and the way it had evolved now into someone the man appeared to have fallen for just as much as Oliver had in return.

“Trust me,” Oliver had smiled at them all. “You’ll understand when you meet him.”

However, when the friends did meet Tom, Oliver soon realised how much of a serious misstep he had taken in laying the groundwork. He’d talked too much about how they’d known each other in high school and how popular Tom had been with the girls because of his athleticism. So when he arrived with a thicker, slightly pot-bellied physique, he should have been less surprised when their eyes kept flying back to Tom’s swollen middle. Of course they would be surprised. Oliver’s ex, James, had been obsessed with the gym, whereas it was obvious that Tom was not. Like a typical guy who had packed on a few pounds, Tom was continuing to wear his medium t-shirts that clung unflatteringly against the expanded waistline, emphasising it even more. It also didn’t help that Tom had arrived, feeling pretty hungry. He ordered more than everyone else and even reached across to grab the things people had left on their plates when they were too polite to refuse him.

If Oliver was honest, he felt a strange sense of embarrassment at Tom’s overeating and attire. His new boyfriend’s greed and appearance did not match in the slightest with the men his friends were used to him dating. Upon meeting Tom, they were quickly realising that Oliver’s taste in men wasn’t always quite so mainstream. On the other hand, however, it was incredibly thrilling to show off the kind of man Oliver found genuinely so appealing: overfed, under-exercised and swollen. As Tom ate, Oliver’s hardness built, realising that were Tom to continue on this path, this was probably the slimmest his friends would ever see his new lover.

In truth, Oliver knew that he was significantly overfeeding Tom whenever he came over. It almost felt like something he could barely control as he stocked his refrigerator and cupboards with all the decadent favorites he knew Tom wouldn’t be able to resist. Meanwhile, Tom relaxed into it completely, resting back into the couch as he sipped on his beers and allowed his new lover to spoil him. It was obvious how much he enjoyed it all, lamenting more than once how great it was to be dating someone who didn’t constantly nag him about his eating, as it appeared his previous girlfriends had all done. In Tom’s mind, this made dating guys so much easier.

The effects were instantaneous. When they first started sleeping together, Oliver could squint his eyes and still see the toned, athletic butt that Tom had had back at the end of high school, even with his slightly oversized glutes. Now, however, the tops of Tom’s thighs had started softening and the butt cheeks had pushed outwards, developing significantly more width to them through a lack of exercise. Tom’s ass had become that of a fat man, rather than a simple ex-jock, meaning that Oliver was able to finish with remarkable speed whenever they practised being versatile in the bedroom. But as Oliver thrusted and pounded, he wasn’t simply enjoying the feel and shape of Tom’s chubby butt; in his mind, he was imagining the size it could grow to with more time and encouragement. After all, it was obvious that Tom’s rear was only ever going to grow bigger.

Unlike other people, there seemed to be a genuine disconnect between Tom and the appearance of his body. He didn’t seem to notice how badly his clothes were fitting, nor become irritated by how obviously uncomfortable certain items of clothing must have been for him; his tortured, stretched out and exhausted underwear sliding further down his butt crack. After a performance management review, Tom came back wearing larger work shirts that had been issued to him after his manager saw the disastrous fit of the old ones. Tom had shrugged it off without complaint, nor alarm over how much thicker he was becoming. He was the type of man who didn’t make issues where there needn’t to be any. His weight wasn’t impacting his work, nor his sex life, so it surely mustn’t be a problem.

Out of both excitement and neccessity, Oliver took the initiative and started to buy Tom some new items to wear, finding that the man was more than happy to accept the guidance. Having never had an interest in clothes, he’d assumed that, as a gay man, Oliver would be a lot more knowledgeable about how to dress him. The casual look was so sexy on him as well; the sweatshorts and sweatpants, the sleeveless t-shirts and elasticated waistbands. It was obvious how Tom’s gain had been able to take hold of him. The guy had adopted a lazy lifestyle that Oliver had enabled with ease. As Tom drove around from house to house in work, he’d been making casual calls at fast food places several times in a week, as was evident throughout his work vehicle. He’d avoided walking as much as he could, always ensuring he parked as close as possible to the store he was visiting. When he got home, he would collapse on the couch and not move. Indeed, a brief look in the glutton’s kitchen cupboards would tell anyone that he had the taste buds of a five year old; with sugary snacks and tasty treats filling them up entirely.

For the first time, Tom was starting to carry a little more weight in his face, with cheeks that had swollen slightly and the start of a small chin. His pecs had softened, with fat beginning to spread under his arms as his rounded gut inflated once more.  Oliver realised that in only three months of dating, he had probably witnessed Tom gaining a further thirty pounds of fat on his tall frame without a care in the world.

It was around that time when Oliver was taken to meet Tom’s family. Despite only knowing for a few days that their son had flipped to dating a guy for the first time, Tom was still remarkably affectionate with Oliver in front of them. His brother, Steve, and his wife, Rachel, had been invited along for dinner at the same time, really piling on the pressure for Oliver to impress. 

Oliver had an image in his head of how he expected Tom’s parents to look; after all, Tom had done every athletics club under the sun when he was growing up, and it wasn’t unreasonable for Oliver to anticipate that this was as a result of his upbringing. However, Oliver quickly realised that the picture he had of them in his head couldn’t have been more wrong. Tom’s mother was short, round and carried an enormous amount of weight on her giant rear. His father was an even more extreme example of obesity, clearly weighing no less than four hundred pounds on his tall and broad frame. Oliver wondered if this had been a recent thing for the pair of them, but as he gazed upon the family photos around the house, he realised that Tom and his brother, Steve, had always grown up with very large parents. 

Steve’s wife, Rachel, was someone Oliver remembered clearly as the former editor of the high school newspaper; an extremely bossy and studious girl from the year above and not someone Oliver had been particularly keen to get to know. Perhaps it was just the fact that she had seen so many of Tom’s love interests come and go over the many years she had been a part of the family, but she did not seem in the slightest bit as interested in Oliver as the rest of the friendly bunch. She picked at and chastised her husband for reaching for a second helping of dessert and she positively scowled at her mother-in-law when she brought out further snacks after dinner. Her reason for this was simple. Much like Tom, Steve had packed on quite a good amount of weight since his athletic high school days. He’d developed a stout little tummy and his face had that distinct puffiness to it that his younger self had not.

“The boys always overeat when they come here,” Rachel grumbled quietly to Oliver later on, as the pair were alone for the first time. “Walt and Sue have absolutely no idea about healthy diets or portion control,” she sighed, referring to Tom’s parents; clearly wound up and frustrated by having to be there.

“Well, they’re clearly good cooks,” Oliver smiled back, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Steve and I went through a rough patch a couple of years ago and he moved back here for two months,” she replied, still attempting to make her point. “Forty pounds!” she exclaimed. “That’s how much he gained from just being here with those two, eating the same things that they do. He’s still carrying around some of it now.”

“I see,” Oliver nodded, not really wanting to get involved in Rachel’s in-law grumblings.

“Give these boys an inch and they’d turn into the image of their father,” Rachel nodded, finally seeming to reach her point. “Tom’s weight has gone up and down in the last couple of years, but I’ve never seen him this big before. You’ll need to start putting your foot down with him, like I do with Steve.”

With impeccable timing, the pair watched as Tom reached out and fed himself a large doughnut as he finally finished drying the dishes with the others. Three large bites and it was gone, like it had been nothing more than air. It was plain to see that Rachel was absolutely right. Left to their own devices, both Tom and his brother were exactly the type of men who could stumble into quite extreme obesity. If only Rachel knew that Oliver had no intentions of ever preventing that.

Oliver had never dated a guy with so little inhibitions when it came to his body. Despite the fat little tummy he had developed, Tom seemed completely at ease lounging around Oliver’s house in nothing but his underwear; even answering the door to the take-out delivery guy with next to nothing on. Perhaps it stemmed from the days when Tom had been the ultimate fantasy for so many women; tall, broad and handsome. But with his gut pushing out in one direction and his chubby rear in another, the guy was getting further and further away from the sleek form that had once made women droll. His laziness was evident by how content he was to lay about all weekend, making multiple excuses whenever Oliver suggested going for a hike, or getting out for some exercise. Overfed, oversexed and under-exercised, Tom had reached a level of contentment in his new relationship that was only ever going to have one result.

It was easy to become blind to it all. Tom’s eating was indeed quite extreme. He could arrive at Oliver’s place with a tray of doughnuts and go to bed that night with not a single one left. Despite being well catered for, he ordered in food later in the evening and he slurped on beers and sodas like he’d spent a month in a dry desert. It was as if he was so comfortable and happy in his relationship with Oliver, he was taking the best vacation from caring about his diet at all.

However, as the months trickled by, it was clear that Tom’s eating was anything but temporary. Their first holiday season together had been an eye-opener as Oliver saw just how much Tom’s family indulged. Rachel had been a constant snarky killjoy the entire time, biting Steve’s head off anytime he went in for extra helpings in the same way Tom seemed to enjoy doing. It was obvious that neither Tom, nor his parents were all that keen on her, making it significantly easier for them to appreciate how laid back Oliver was instead. By simply not nagging or chastising Tom as his gut bloated up into an even more spherical shape, he’d become the firm favorire amongst even the extended family. It was something that Oliver didn’t mind too much. Rachel was abrasive and harsh. It was easy to feel sorry for Steve as they waved goodbye to them both after a meal at Tom’s parents; Rachel’s face set like stone because her husband had overeaten once more.

Moving in together had been the inevitable next step for Oliver and Tom. However, this process was sped up significantly by the fact that Tom’s landlord was wanting to sell. Although it had been less than eighteen months since Oliver had kicked out his last lover, there he was welcoming another into his home. He’d expected the usual teething problems as they learned to get along, living side by side. Yet the experience turned out to be nothing but pure pleasure. Not only was their sex life as rampant as ever, but Tom was considerate and funny, appreciating how lucky he was to have a guy who was not only willing to let him move in, but make the changes he wanted around the house: his significantly larger TV screen in the lounge, his ugly recliner chair in front of it; a beer dispenser by the refrigerator and a whole stack of games and console machines in what was the become Tom’s new man cave. Giving the guy his own space vital to making this work, Oliver reasoned. He’d had to set his own ground rules as well; chief amongst them that Tom tried his best not to sit down on some of the older pieces of furniture Oliver had inherited from his grandmother. Given the size of the man’s ball-like stomach these days, Oliver suspected that his lover had already surpassed three hundred pounds as the couch began grumbling under his weight.

In no time at all, Oliver’s home soon became a casual refuge for Steve as well. Being that Tom only lived a few blocks away from his brother now, the two guys were seeing a lot more of each other than they had in the ten years since Steve had first moved out of their parents’ place. With some amusement, Oliver would chuckle to himself as he saw Tom letting the guy in to watch the football on TV. Steve would always be dressed like he was heading to the gym and Oliver suspected that that was exactly where his wife had been told he was going. Instead, he was sitting on the couch, gorging on take out pizzas with his brother, whilst shouting at the screen.

Steve had always carried a stubborn, stout little paunch the whole time Oliver had been dating Tom. However, after only three months of skipping the gym to watch sports with Tom, the guy had packed on a considerable amount of additional weight, rounding him out further and bloating up his face in the same way that Tom’s had in the early days of dating Oliver. Judging by the amount of take-out boxes and emptied cans Oliver could come down to in the morning, it was obvious that Steve was every bit as much of a glutton as Tom was. The results of all those excess calories were staggeringly similar as well: the swelling ball of stomach, the widening of the rear. The more the boys ate, the hungrier they seemed to become.

Tom’s gut appeared to enter the room before he did and his hips had swollen outwards in a way that had completely altered his shape. There had always been at least a hint of the guy’s former athleticism in his physique: the strong chest, the biceps, the jawline. Yet all of that had now melted away, being replaced by a puffing fatness that had coated Tom’s entire body. As he slouched in his chair, the great mass of stomach fat arched out in front of him, expanding into his lap; his pecs long since succumbing to the build up of blubber. At what must have been 350lbs, Oliver could not get over how attracted he was to the man: the sheer enormity and size of him; the great appetite and joy he seemed to get from his eating, without caring in the slightest about how his body was changing.

Oliver had asked Tom to marry him whilst they were on vacation together in Las Vegas. Tom had gorged himself the entire time, going from restaurant to restaurant, and when they had won a sizable amount of cash on their penultimate evening there, it felt like everything had slotted into place as they headed off to the tackiest looking chapel they could find.

However, as one marriage began, it seemed as if another was ending. Steve and Rachel clearly weren’t getting along, meaning that the poor, hapless guy was soon spending more and more time in Oliver and Tom’s spare bedroom. Oliver tried not to pry but it seemed obvious to him what the main catalyst was for the couple’s troubles.

“Don’t you think you should go easy on the pizzas later when you’re watching the game with Steve?” Oliver tried to ask. “You know what Rachel is like about his weight and it’s clear that she’s not happy about how much weight he’s gained.”

Tom shrugged. Even he couldn't deny how much weight his brother had packed on in the last few months. After all, he had taken to wearing many items of clothing that Tom had outgrown himself: the sweatpants, the t-shirts, the sweaters. “What’s the point? We all know they’re not getting back together.”

Oliver sighed. Given how much of Steve’s stuff had been filling up the spare bedroom, he had come to a similar conclusion.

“And so what if they do get a divorce? Steve’s already starting to realise how much nicer life is without her.” He looked at Oliver, trying to get a sense of what he was thinking. “Unless… you’re frustrated at having him here?” he asked, suddenly concerned. “You know my parents would let him stay with them if it’s all a bit too much?”

Oliver shook his head. That wasn’t the case at all. Ever since Tom had quit his job for an admin role, working from home, he had worried that Tom’s weight would start to come down, now that he wasn’t roaming from fast food joint to fast food joint during his working day. But with Steve around, the pair fuelled each other’s enthusiasm for tasty treats, with an inevitable, incredibly arousing impact on both their bodies. In the last few weeks alone, Tom’s thighs had appeared to explode with additional size, stretching the capacity of even his most casual sweatpants.

Steve’s attitude seemed to change the moment he found out that Rachel had started to date one of his old friends. Rather than being angry and bitter, it was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He could at last move on, rejecting the guilt he felt and enjoy his life.

“Steve’s out again?” Oliver chuckled as he came in late one evening. “Another date? Who is it this time?”

Tom nodded as he dipped his hand into a large bag of potato chips. “Some girl he met online,” he replied. “A new one.”

Oliver smiled, pleased that Steve was proving to be such a hit with the ladies, even with his larger stomach these days.

When Steve finally did bring a girl home, both Oliver and Tom quietly confessed to each other their surprise over how good looking she was: petite, slim and large chested, the woman could have had any man she wanted; yet she seemed physically incapable of keeping her hands off her new chubby boyfriend. As for Steve, he seemed blissfully happy and pleased with himself, knowing that he had struck gold. Gina seemed like the girl he had been waiting for his entire life.

“Your Tom’s a big boy, isn’t he?” Gina smiled, watching as Oliver’s husband and Steve retreated into the lounge after dinner.

“I guess so,” Oliver smiled as he tidied up the table, still undecided about the woman his brother-in-law was dating.

“You two must get a lot of looks when you go out together? You’re both so different!”

Oliver resisted the urge to roll his eyes. So many folks didn’t understand how he could be so in love with a man almost two hundred pounds heavier than him; yet few lacked the tack to keep that curiosity to themselves. “I guess so,” he replied disinterestedly.

“My Steve has a pretty big tummy on him as well,” Gina blundered on, chuckling nervously.

“Well, I think my husband is partly to blame for that,” Oliver smiled back. “He’s been teaching him some pretty bad habits since Steve moved in here with us.”

Gina nodded enthusiastically back. “Yes, Steve’s been telling me! He split his pants at work the other day,” she chuckled.

“I’ve lost count of the amount of pants Tom’s destroyed over the years!” Oliver joked back.

“So, are the boys done eating for the night? Or do they usually snack now?”

Oliver looked at his watch and shook his head. “It’s only eight o’clock!” he replied as if Gina’s question had been utterly ridiculous. “Tom likes something to eat around ten or so. Usually it’s a pizza.”

“And does Steve join him?” Gina asked, almost excitedly.

“Of course,” Oliver nodded.

Gina turned, looking towards the lounge area, sighing with pleasure. “I think this living arrangement is going to work out very well for all of us!”

Oliver simply wiped down the kitchen counter as Gina skipped off to snuggle under Steve’s arm on the couch, not quite understanding exactly what the woman had meant.

A couple of weeks later, Oliver nudged his husband as Steve came down the stairs ready to head out for dinner with Gina. His eyes had bulged at the tight shirt the guy was wearing; his stout, rounded stomach already straining the buttons. 

“You can’t let him wear that!” Oliver whispered, panicking as he saw Steve grabbing his keys. “Tell him it’s too tight!”

Tom looked up from his heaped plate of cheese and savoury biscuits, balanced on top of the shelf of stomach fat he had accumulated. He saw the ridiculous shirt and smirked to himself. “Have a good evening, buddy!” he called out, letting the guy leave without a word of protest.

“How could you let him go out like that?” Oliver cried, utterly shocked by his husband’s lack of caring.

Tom merely laughed to himself. “You worry far too much about him. Trust me, Steve knows exactly what he’s doing!”

Oliver paused, never quite knowing how far to pry into the brothers’ relationship. They got along better than any other siblings he had ever known and were certainly a lot closer than Oliver had ever been with his especially aloof older sister. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

Tom seemed to ponder how best to answer as he continued eating. “Well, Gina is quite forthcoming when it comes to her appreciation of the extra weight he’s been carrying lately. I imagine he’s going to get very lucky tonight when she sees him in that tight shirt!”

“Gina likes it?” Oliver asked, feeling a lot more surprised than he should reasonably have been, considering all the compliments he had heard the girl giving the chubby boy.

“Of course,” Tom nodded. “She wants him bigger.”

“She… what?” Oliver gasped. 

“Oh, come on!” Tom chuckled. “You can’t pretend you’re not exactly the same. It’s just like how you get off on my… what is it you say? My ‘big, manly appetite.’”

“That’s not quite the same thing,” Oliver mumbled, slightly embarrassed. 

“Well, Gina thinks it is,” Tom replied. “Her and Steve talk about it quite a lot. She thinks you enable me to gain weight because you enjoy it.”

Oliver blushed. He never lied to Tom, yet if he opened his mouth at that moment, he wouldn’t have been able to help one from slipping out, denying everything. “And what do you think?” was all he asked.

“I just think I’m a greedy boy who eats far too much,” Tom smirked. “But I do think that might be part of the reason why you married me…”

Tom’s responses were light and jovial, relaxing Oliver as he came to terms with the fact he would have to own up to his kinkier side. “But, I don’t make you wear tight clothes that people will make fun of you for,” he replied, trying to shift the spotlight back onto Gina instead.

“No,” Tom nodded in agreement. “But you’re hardly stopping me from outgrowing everything, are you?”

Oliver merely stared at his husband for a few moments as he finished up the last of his pre-dinner snack; all those additional calories and fats he had prepared for his husband. He’d been outed as a chubby chaser. “So how big does Gina want Steve to get?” he asked.

Tom pressed his thumb into the plate, picking up all the leftover crumbs, before sucking them off. “They’ve had some very kinky conversations about just that,” the big man nodded. “She makes these special shakes for him, loaded with calories! Then she sucks him off whilst he downs it all for her.”

“And Steve is okay with that?” Oliver questioned, trying to hold back his surprise.

“Did you not hear the bit about the blow job?” Tom chuckled. “He’s a guy. Of course he loves it.”

Tom’s casual nature was making it harder for Oliver to unpick how the man really felt about all this. His brother had fallen into a feedist relationship and yet Tom seemed utterly delighted for him. “Are you saying that’s something you’d like us to try?” he finally asked.

“I’d drink one of those shakes for you, no problem,” Tom nodded enthusiastically. “Especially if it came with some benefits…You should get the recipe from Gina. I’m sure she’d happily share.”

“And you’d find that exciting?”

Tom scoffed, not prepared to let his husband hide behind the mask of his supposedly naive enabling anymore. “We’d both get off on that, and you know it!” he laughed. “Frankly, I’d love it if you were a little more vocal about enjoying my appetite; like Gina is with Steve.”

At that moment, a knock came at the door, just as Oliver was trying to take in the enormity of the casual comments his husband had just made. Dazed, he walked off to the entrance way and opened the door up to the visitors they had been expecting.

“Jeez!” exclaimed Dex, fresh from a year-long trip to New Zealand with his girlfriend, Marie. “We just saw Steve heading out as we pulled up,” he rambled, having met Oliver and Tom as a couple only once before heading off on their trip. “I can’t believe how much weight he’s…”

Tom waddled in from around the corner, ready to see one of the only friends he still kept from high school, simultaneously shutting Dex’s ramblings down in an instant as the guy saw just how enormous Tom had grown. His girlfriend’s eyes bulged too; the pair of them trying to contain their surprise.

“Hey… hey there, buddy!” Dex cried, walking over to Tom and giving him the briefest of hugs. His voice was unsure and it was obvious how uncomfortable he felt to have been caught commenting on Steve’s weight gain, given how much more extremely Tom had grown. That giant gut really was the only thing anyone ever saw.

Oliver looked at the pair, not really understanding why Tom still kept in touch with them. Dex was every bit the high school jock he had once been; Marie a moderately successful social media influencer. They’d travelled the world, worked in several different countries, declaring that they could never imagine anything worse than living an insignificant life back home in the small towns where they had grown up. It was exactly the sort of ego that Oliver had disliked about Dex back in high school. Meanwhile, Tom lived for his pizzas and take-outs. He worked from home and had little interest in anything that involved getting up off his couch. How many days had it been since Tom had even bothered to leave the house?

It was easy to become blind to Tom’s size ever since Oliver lived with him each day. But with Dex there, alongside his petite girlfriend, the contrast was clearer than ever. Since when had Tom’s face become so massive? Did regular folks like Dex and Marie really eat such small portions? It had been a little while since Tom had started sitting at the head of the table, instead of at the side by Oliver. However, as the four of them were sitting that evening, it was more than obvious that the seating position was purely to accommodate Tom’s giant size. Oliver had to lean over and plate Tom's meal up for him, catching Dex and Marie glancing with concern at each other at just how much food Oliver was naturally piling onto their friend’s plate.

The conversation quickly became dominated by uninteresting anecdotes from the high flying couple’s global adventures. Oliver could tell that Tom wasn’t really listening; neither of them were. Oliver simply kept a keen eye on Tom’s plate, spooning on more of the different items as they started to get low. It was second nature to him now. However, from the little, uneasy pauses Dex made each time Oliver did so, his disapproval was getting ever closer to the surface. But the more Dex and Marie rambled on, the less concerned Oliver felt about upsetting them. It seemed like their egos had inflated tenfold with a little social media success. They spoke as if they were the authority on several issues, with an arrogance inside them that they both seemed completely oblivious to. 

Oliver slopped more food onto Tom’s plate. His husband was eating well; most likely because there was no opportunity for him to join in the conversation. If he kept it up, Oliver wouldn’t have to plate up any leftovers later. All the serving bowls could go straight in the dishwasher. He knew he was overfacing Tom by emptying the last of the cream and cheese potato dish out for him, but it was worth a shot, given that Steve wasn’t there to help out, as well as the fact that Marie and Dex had avoided it; seeming to know how calorie laden it was.

Afterwards, Tom stretched out and rubbed his swollen stomach with a grunt whilst Oliver dutifully cleared the table around him. He’d made a giant, hearty dish of sticky toffee sponge, leaving it out in the middle of the table for Marie and Dex to serve themselves. Unused to waiting for guests to be served first, Oliver tried to hold back a small chuckle as he heard his gluttonous husband swallowing back saliva as he watched on. Finally, the serving spoon was in Oliver’s hand, carving out a humongous portion and pressing it down until it fitted inside their oversized bowls. He’d made additional toffee sauce, pouring that on for Tom as well, before placing it down in front of him. The weight of it was obvious by the hefty ‘thunk’ it made onto the placemat; something that did not go unnoticed by the guests.

If there was one thing Oliver never had to worry about, it was Tom’s sweet tooth. But rarely had Oliver been so blatant as to start refilling his husband’s bowl the moment he dropped the spoon. The goal was simple: no leftovers. Having Dex and Marie there to witness it was even quietly thrilling.

“So, do you have any more plans for the house?” Marie asked, finally seeming to notice that they had been talking about themselves for over an hour by that point. “Last time we saw you, you mentioned wanting to extend out the back.”

Oliver shook his head. In truth, he’d lost a lot of his enthusiasm for the house ever since he’d met Tom. Houses and renovations were not the large man’s thing in the slightest. All Tom really cared about was having somewhere to rest his head at night. “I don’t think so,” Oliver replied, reaching under the table to rest his hand on Tom’s knee. “In truth, I can’t see us staying here for too much longer.”

“Oh, really?” Marie smiled back. “Are you guys thinking of moving out of town?”

“No, nothing like that,” Oliver shot back, realising that he hadn’t even discussed any of this with Tom. “But this place is old and has already been knocked around a fair bit. The shower is getting a little too small for Tom and there’s no way of making it larger unless we knock down the wall into one of the guest bedrooms. It’s a lot of work.”

“Or…” Dex began, looking at them both like they were simple, “...you could just put him on a diet.”

Oliver was surprised at the slight glee he felt at making Dex bite. Tom was busily scraping his bowl clean, determined to get every last crumb; oblivious. “Oh, I think that ship has sailed, don’t you?” Oliver chuckled, exchanging his husband’s empty bowl for the entire bowl that remained in the middle of the table. He lifted the jug of extra toffee sauce, emptying it entirely, before passing Tom his spoon back and slipping his hand under the table once more to rub his husband’s knee. His silent meaning was clear: eat it all.

Steve’s disgust was evident on his face as he simply watched his old friend annihilating the entirety of the remaining dessert without a thought. All three spectators were observing the masterful glutton taking on the sugary feast without even noticing he was being watched; the conversation halted. Oliver could hardly believe how erotic he found it and he was thankful that he was wearing an oversized sweater that covered his crotch as he stood up to collect yet another fresh soda for his husband. He imagined how boring it would be to be lumbered with a fit guy like Dex. Oliver knew he’d have to fatten him up with his calorie dense food and quiet enabling, until he got what he wanted; exactly as he had done with Tom, and now his brother as well.

“Check out this pic I found of us from high school,” Dex insisted, fumbling with his phone. “I found it the other day,” he explained, filling the silence as he clicked and swiped his way to it. Finally, he turned it around for Oliver and Tom to see: two handsome, shirtless jocks with glistening six packs by the pool. “Look at the pair of us! Man, I miss those care-free days!” Dex chuckled fondly.

Oliver tried to suppress a chuckle. Dex’s true intentions hadn’t been clearer, reminding his old friend of how fit he used to be.

“I don’t!” Tom grunted in reply between large mouthfuls. “I never liked being on the swim team. In fact, I haven’t stepped foot in a swimming pool since I graduated.”

“Seriously?” Marie asked in surprise. “In over ten years?” Given how many poolside selfies there were of her, it was a wonder she didn’t have gills.

“Tom’s not big on exercise,” Oliver confirmed, shaking his head.

Realising the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, Dex returned his cell phone to his pocket. “Dude, you’re starting to look like your dad,” he finally snapped as Tom began scraping the bowl for the last of the toffee sauce. 

Having cleared some plates, Oliver was just making his way back to the table as he said it, making him chuckle as he rubbed his husband’s large back proudly. “Actually, Tom can eat even more than his dad these days,” he smiled, as if this was an achievement to be proud of.

Tom, who seemed to be finally switching back onto the conversation now his food was all but gone, nodded in agreement.

Dex had clearly expected more negativity from his comment and he looked at Marie as if they were both thinking the same thing. He gazed down at his watch and Marie nodded subtly in agreement.

“Thanks for dinner,” Dex sighed, already getting up. “But we have to be up early tomorrow for our flight.”

Oliver beamed. He had thought he was stuck with the pair of them all evening. “Oh, we understand,” he nodded, hoping to sound disappointed. Then he looked down at a still seated Tom, waiting for him to echo his words of regret. However, Tom seemed far more concerned with the tightness of his stomach after downing such a large amount from his fresh soda. He rubbed at his stomach and looked almost like he might throw up, before a giant burp came rolling up from his throat. Sighing with relief, Tom grunted as he rose to his feet as well; his stomach so bloated that the underside of it was visible from the bottom of his t-shirt.

No one hugged in goodbye. Dex seemed disgusted and, at the same time, pitying towards his old friend. Tom raised his great arm and Oliver slid underneath, resting against the man’s bulk as the pair stood just outside the house and waved the pretty couple off. “Do you think we frightened them away?” Tom whispered as the car rumbled off the driveway. “You’ve never made me eat like that before,” he chuckled.

“It was more entertaining than listening to all their boring stories,” Oliver replied, trying not to move his mouth so much that the couple would have the chance to read his lips as they backed out onto the road. “Did you enjoy it, though?” he smirked, raising his hand for the final wave to Dex and Marie.

Tom didn’t reply. He simply trotted his way back into the house and embraced his husband in a giant kiss the moment the front door was closed behind them. Oliver was the one who pulled off Tom’s shirt, feeling a freedom now to enjoy the giant size of his glutton’s stomach that he hadn’t allowed himself before now.

“You like?” Tom asked, standing proudly and full of confidence, even pushing his fat tummy out a little more.

“I do!” Oliver nodded, slipping down onto his knees in order to kiss the giant mass. 

Tom grunted in approval, seizing the opportunity to lower his sweatpants and feed his stiff and buried hardness into Oliver’s mouth. He moaned loudly as Oliver settled to his work with such relish, rubbing his enormous stomach as if his own size was turning him on. As Oliver’s tongue worked him harder, Tom’s stomach rubbing only became more frantic and desperate, taking a hand to each side of it and bouncing it up and down.

“You’re never going to put me on a diet, are you?” Tom asked, his voice dripping with lust.

Oliver briefly pulled his mouth from Tom’s crotch to reply. “Never,” he teased back, noticing that Tom’s dick was even harder by the time he got it back between his lips. 

The next time Oliver came up for breath, he pulled Tom along towards the couch, letting the fat boy down on his back, legs splayed, as Oliver set back to pleasuring him. In this position, Tom seemed to be enjoying himself even more; moaning loudly and rubbing his giant gut like it was an enormous wrecking ball pinning him down. There was almost no effort required to make the man ejaculate.

Afterwards, Oliver looked on at his husband with a satisfaction that no orgasm could give him. Naked and well-catered for, Tom had fallen asleep in the same position he had landed in during the blow job; a giant, fat slug draped over the couch that constantly creaked under his weight. The fat under his chin had made his neck disappear in this position and a contented, calm expression filled his face as he dozed. This was the reason Oliver loved his size and greed so much; for only he could deliver this sort of bliss to a glutton like Tom: his perfect man.

Only eighteen months later, Tom stood, filling his plate full of items from the buffet table at his brother’s wedding. It had been a long day for the guy, being the Best Man, with plenty of time up on his feet for the photographs. Oliver watched on, admiring the sheer size of his husband’s rear from afar. There was something so cute that happened to those glutes once a man crossed five hundred pounds. They were so plush and soft, yet grotesquely oversized and extreme-looking, especially in the tight dress pants Tom had been made to wear that day. He wasn’t used to such restrictive clothes, and he wriggled and twitched in them the entire time, silently longing to get back into his sweatshorts which wouldn’t pinch him like these pants did.

There had come a point a few months back when Oliver and Tom had decided to take a step back from the deliberately fattening regime Tom had seemed to take himself on. To some extent, it had worked. Tom was no longer growing at the rate that he had been. However,  there was no denying the fact that the man was indeed still growing. Those unplanned pounds had made his body swell and soften in a way that none of the previous weight ever had before. His upper arms had ballooned with fat and his hips had widened so that he had broken more than a few chairs. It had been fat building upon already well established fat. Of course it was going to change his shape, thought Oliver, rolling his eyes as Tom finally began to have second thoughts once even his parents had shown some concern. But the weight was still finding him; still sliding onto his overfed physique and quietly arousing them both by the seemingly uncontrollable nature of it all.

Steve, and his new wife emerged onto the dance floor. It was almost pitiable to watch her dragging such a fat man out to dance with her. With such a hectic day, Steve had become dishevelled and a little sweaty; his large shirt untucking itself in all but a couple of places around his large circumference. His blossoming love handles an underbelly showing in just the same Tom’s had only one hundred pounds earlier. As for his new wife, she seemed to be loving every minute, showing off the giant, spherical man she could now call her own. Without much family to Gina’s name, the guest list seemed saturated with friends of hers with similarly bloated, overfed husbands; most likely undergoing the same transformation that Steve was under a feeder’s care. Oliver had seen them all looking across at him, nodding in approval at Tom’s size, as if they were all a part of the same strange and unspoken club.

“Are you not coming to watch?” Oliver asked his overstuffed husband, wiping his mouth after completing his monstrous mountain of buffet food.

Tom shook his head lazily, pretending to want to rest his feet.

Oliver smirked, spotting the vast quantities of pre-cut wedding cake sitting on the table not far away and knowing that Tom was secretly plotting a way to get more than his fair share whilst everyone was distracted. Indeed, if there was one thing Oliver could always rely upon, it was Tom’s sweet tooth.

“Okay, honey,” Oliver smiled, pretending not to have figured out his gluttonous husband’s real intentions. “You just rest here for a minute,” he smiled, turning his back so that Tom could quietly gorge himself, unnoticed by everyone else in the room. Given how well the man had been eating today, there’d certainly be fresh fat to explore on his body by tomorrow morning….

Life was sweet.

[dyzbear]

SNAP!

SNAP!

“Ow! Shit! What the hell…?” Joel shouted, turning around to see what had hit him hard on his backside. He could feel the skin on his rear stinging. Whatever it was that had smacked him, his ass hurt like hell! But as he looked around, he couldn’t see anyone there in the moonlit garden. “Shit!” he moaned again, rubbing his butt, hardly believing that it was still hurting so much.

“What’s the matter?” Harry drunkenly asked, walking into the garden himself, chuckling from his friend’s unknown misfortune. “Ow! SHIT!” he blasted himself a moment later. “Who the fuck was that?”

“Argh! Fuck me!” blasted Danny, as he too followed them both. Joel could just make him out, standing there on the path, rubbing his own rear. “What the fuck is going on?” He ripped his cell phone from his pocket, letting the screen light up and cast a dim glow on the garden as the boys all came together, back on the path. 

There, standing in front of them, was an older, stern-looking woman, staring up angrily. She held a walking stick in her hand and the boys immediately knew that that was clearly the source of their current discomfort.

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