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The Condition - Part 2

After that night things progressed pretty quickly in many ways. The following morning Kevin and I continued where we left off the night before and brought ourselves to another set of mutual orgasms before we finally decided we were both pretty ripe and in need of a shower. We showered together even though we barely fit into the stall, and we explored each other’s bodies in a different kind of intimacy.

We were really quite similar in terms of volume, only with different specifics. His stretch marks were faint and concentrated on his lower belly, whereas mine we an obvious and angry red all around my sides and lower back. We both had prominent guts, but Kevin’s body seemed to mold into his jutting torso seamlessly, while my anatomy delineated itself with folds and crevices, making it look like I wore my excess weight as a fleshy suit of armor. It also meant that I had bigger tits and love handles than Kevin did, which he never failed to both remind me of and manhandle every chance he got.

At first it was weird. I’d never been particularly OK with my weight, but as the days turned into weeks and Kevin and I became ever more comfortable with our physicality I started to see things differently. Every time he touched a soft bit of belly that had fallen out of my shirt, or he kneaded my fleshy man-tits, or even just poked a finger down my belly button I found the sensation increasingly erotic. I put it down to the fact that nobody had ever touched me that way - mostly because much of that anatomy had only developed recently.

And continued to develop, as I’d find out.

“Hey, it’s starting to get hot out - you got any shorts?” I asked offhandedly. It was well into Spring, just past midterms, and I felt like embracing the season in shorts rather than my usual jeans.

Kevin was still waking up, as is his want, but he groggily rummaged through drawers of clothing until he tossed a pair of shorts over his shoulders. Kevin and I had been wearing each other’s clothes for the past several months, and I knew that I wouldn’t have any shorts that fit since I hadn’t bought any new pairs with my last wardrobe update.

I stuck my stocky leg through one hole, and then the other, and then hoisted the fabric above my rear. Then I began the now-familiar ritual of sucking in my gut while I tried to do up the button - only no matter how hard I pulled I couldn’t get the two ends of cloth anywhere near each other. I tried a few more times to no avail before finally exhaling in defeat.

“Uh, these don’t fit dude. You got anything bigger?” I asked, somewhat sheepishly. Kevin just looked at me standing there wearing what only in hindsight seemed like shorts way too small to fit someone of my bulk. Then he looked up and shook his head.

“No, actually - those are my biggest pair,” he said, and then realized why he’d stared at me so long. This was the first time I’d been unable to fit into Kevin’s clothes.

I was bigger than him now.

For all of our relationship, Kevin had always been the lovable fat guy. It was a role he enjoyed and never really had any desire to steal from him. But now I’d surpassed him, and worst of all I had no idea how that was even possible. Sure, we both maybe pigged out a little too much on the weekends, but Kevin always seemed to out eat me wherever we went. How could I possibly have grown larger than him?

I picked up my belly and let it drop, watching the rest of me wobble in response. “I guess I’ll wear jeans then,” I said despairingly, and Kevin simply nodded. It seemed like he was a little shocked at this morning’s revelation as well.

On the morning walk to class I took stock of myself physically for the first time in months, ignoring the beautiful weather I was marching through. Comparing myself now to last year, I certainly knew I was bigger, but it was more than that. My gait had changed, more of a lumbering shuffle than an easy stroll. My feet stuck out at a diagonal with each step when previously they were straight. My thighs rubbed together with every step, wearing the inside of each pant leg to the point where it was clearly visible.

I then took a few more steps and noticed how my front jiggled with each step, and how my chest and belly rubbed against the inside of t-shirt, chafing my tits. After a few more steps I could feel a sliver of cold as my lower belly escaped the inadequate fabric that tried to contain it.

I was also hot; the real reason I’d wanted to wear shorts was so I wouldn’t be sweating by the time I got to school. I could already feel beads of sweat on my back and forehead.

Checking my phone’s weather app, it reported the current temperature to be a mere 14 degrees Celsius - well below room temperature.

By the time I got to school I was winded and had sweat through my shirt. As I wheezed my way to class I made two promises right there: first, was that I’d start going to the gym to get in shape, and second, I was going to book a doctor’s appointment. Something was wrong - there was just no way I could be this big, and I planned to find out why I was.

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A New Baker - Part 3

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Everything hurt and he wanted to die, but for Donnie, this was how he normally felt after a particularly grueling workout. He’d been pumping iron before opening time while James baked the morning batch. He’d grown to be quite the capable baker in the eight months he’d been there.

Of course, he’d also just grown. Substantially.

Donnie replaced the weights on the stand and wiped the sweat from his brow. Forehead properly dried, he peaked out of his office to check on James. The massive baker was just taking a batch of donuts out of the oven, his enormous rear pointed directly at Donnie as he bent over. Not only did it look like James needed new pants again, judging by how tightly they hugged his curves, but there was enough plumber’s crack showing to call it a trench. It was enough to get Donnie chubbed just looking.

Taking the tray out of the oven James placed it on the cooling rack, but not before plucking one off the tray and plopping it into his mouth. James had become a champion eater since being taken under Donnie’s wing. Nothing could stop his consumption; no amount Donnie stuffed down his gullet phased him, and no matter how fresh out of the oven the heat never bothered him. On almost every batch James baked there would always be one or two missing. It had cut into profits slightly, Donnie admitted to himself, but the cost was well worth it to work with such magnificence every day.

James had blown past an XXL uniform months ago and was giving his 3XL a run for its money. Sitting atop that massive ass was a spare tire better fit for a long-haul truck, and his back was adorned with deep crevices where the second shelf of fat he had for a chest met his burgeoning love handles. He managed to keep a roughly square shape to his torso, just exceptionally wide and flabby.

Donnie began to quietly approach the busy baker as he started on making dough for the croissants. Every move he made accentuated by his jiggling excess. His love handles and upper back quivered with each press of the rolling pin, while his ass and thighs quaked as he shifted his considerable weight.

James was so focused on his work he didn’t notice the now smaller owner slowly approach from behind until he felt strong, calloused hands encircle around his belly, having deftly slipped beneath his tight 3XL t-shirt. Between his own gut and James’ wobbling tank Donnie couldn’t possibly reach all the way around James, so he settled instead with tracing the sagging roll that made up James’ lower belly. It was his softest part, and considering how fluffy the rest of him was, it reminded Donnie of softened butter.

James didn’t stiffen at the surprise - he’d gotten used to Donnie sneaking up behind him to grope his belly. He’d gotten more than used to it, Donnie mused; he loved it. Almost every morning Donnie would embrace James from behind and kneed his soft body until they were both hard and breathing heavily. Then James would bend over the counter, causing his enormous bulk to spread out on the table, while Donnie pulled down his shorts to expose the biggest, palest ass he’d ever beheld. Then he’d enter that incredibly accommodating orifice and fuck as though he hadn’t just pumped iron for the past hour.

This morning was no different. The bakery was filled with the dull slap of Donnie’s pelvis meeting James’ well-padded buttocks. As he fucked James would reach out and stuff his face with ever more cooling baked goods, his eating as much a part of the sex as anything else. At some point, James would stop chewing and allow a moan to escape his full mouth, and Donnie would feel his ring constrict around his cock, indicating James had cum. This didn’t stop Donnie, who simply kept thrusting. After a few moments, James would reach out and grab something else to eat.

By the time Donnie came they were both covered in sweat. A small puddle of jizz had formed at James’ feet from all the times he’d cum, and a pang of jealousy struck Donnie at the site. The boy was a complete hedonist, and he lamented he’d never know that kind of pleasure. But then, what he got out of the deal wasn’t half bad.

Donnie rubbed his massive employees back as James slowly came to from his multiple orgasms. As he did, Donnie leaned over and whispered a question in his ear.

“Wanna come over to my place after today?”

James’ reply was faint, but immediate. “Yeah.”

Following that the pair cleaned up, worked their usual day, and then closed as they normally did. Then the pair went back to Donnie’s apartment where they bought enough takeout to feed a family of eight. James almost managed to finish it, with some help from Donnie, and then they spent their evening recreating their morning over and over again.

James was huffing by the time he made it up the short flight of stairs to the bakery. It hadn’t used to be this difficult just to get to work, but a lot had changed since he had started working there a year ago.

For starters, he’d moved in with Donnie. Ever since feeding and fucking had become a regular thing for the two of them their attraction had grown with every pound the other put on. James easily outweighed Donnie now, but even Donnie had put on some weight - most of it muscle. The guy looked like he could bench a house now, while James looked like he could eat it.

Waddling up to the door, James reached over his own bulk to grab the door handle and then quickly wedged his belly in the doorway. Then he shifted his bulk so it flung the door open and allowed him to shimmy inside. Getting through doors hadn’t been so difficult a year ago either.

Stepping out of the cool outdoor air and into the near stifling heat of the bakery caused James to immediately break out in a sweat. He grabbed the lower part of his t-shirt to dab his brow and noted how his gut hung out the bottom even after he let the fabric drop from his face. He’d asked Donnie if they had any bigger sizes, but 4XL was the biggest they had. Donnie actually had to custom order a 5XL just for him but it hasn’t arrived yet. He’d also ordered a 6XL and a 7XL - just in case.

It seemed like a sensible precaution to both of them.

Lumbering to the back room James caught sight of Donnie just finishing the morning’s prep work. If he looked like an off-season bodybuilder before he was like an international Strongman competitor now. Maybe even on the heavier side of such burly dudes. James loved the fact that this man was strong enough to manhandle him even at his size. It meant that no matter how big James got he still could feel small sometimes.

Not that it happened often, mind you.

Donnie had headphones in while he worked, so couldn’t hear James approach. Feeling mischievous, James came up behind him slowly so as not to cause any vibration in the floor, and lifted up his colossal belly in two pudgy hands. He waited for Donnie to bend over to begin rolling dough, and just as he did he got behind Donnie and let his gut fall on his back.

Donnie was immensely strong, but he wasn’t expecting such bulk to suddenly envelop his back. He fell forward into the dough, the counter groaning audibly from the combined weight. James could hear Donnie giggling from beneath the crest of his belly, and he playfully continued to rest his weight on Donnie’s back as the muscleman feigned struggling to get up.

Another ominous cracking noise from the countertop convinced James to relent, and Donnie turned around to embrace his elephantine lover.

“Y’know, we open in half an hour,” James said as the pair got as close as their bodies would allow.

“Maybe we should open late today,” Donne replied, bending down to nibble on the folds around James’ neck. He gasped at Donnie’s touch, feeling the now familiar sensation of a calloused hand running up and down his belly, only to linger near the bottom where it was softest.

“Maybe we talk the day off,” James suggested, and then Donnie plunged in for a kiss.

The bakery didn’t open that day, but still managed to empty itself of inventory despite the lack of customers.

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A New Baker - Part 2

The continuation of our baker’s apprentice story! This is a commissioned piece. If you’re lookin’ for someone to write something fat and steamy, message me :) And as always, support me on Patreon so I can keep writing these things!  Enjoy! “That’ll be $14.50,” James told Mrs. Fielder, who took out her credit card to pay. James had already keyed her tab into the credit card machine while he was ringing up her order. He’d gotten to know the regulars well since he started working the front, and he found they rarely deviated from the script.

It had taken months of toiling away in the hot, stuffy back room before Donnie felt comfortable enough to have James man the front of the store, but now that he’d gotten there he loved it. To start, it was just easier. Putting bread loaves into old lady’s bags was a cinch compared to pounding out dough or reaching into a hot oven. That and Donnie never seemed to mind him having a few snacks whenever there weren’t any customers to serve.

As Mrs. Fielder left James reached below the counter to grab a brownie and gulp it down in a single bite. He’d gotten in the habit of ensuring his snacking was as quick and efficient as possible, lest he be caught with his mouthful when someone entered the store. More than once he had to greet a loyal customer while trying to swallow, and one time he nearly choked.

The plentiful snacks had not only taught James to be a quick eater, but they’d played havoc on his waistline. He’d gone through two uniforms already, and he could tell by the tightness around his chest that he was already verging on a third. Donnie never seemed to mind when he came forward to sheepishly ask for a new t-shirt though, so James didn’t think there’d be a problem with asking for an XXL later on. Maybe even tonight, he thought, as he plopped another brownie in his mouth.

James checked the time and realized it was already close to closing. He was just about to turn to see if Donnie needed help cleaning up in the back when he came bursting through the door with a tray filled with what appeared to be some sort of pastry. “Hey, let’s close up a little early. I got a new recipe I want you to try,” he said and laid the still steaming tray on the table.

“I’m game. What is it?” James asked as he turned the sign on the door to read “closed”.

“It’s an apple-stuffed donut. Try it out,” Donnie said while extending a donut in his burly arm.

James took it, and in a few bites his face lit up. “It’s amazing! How’d you do it?”

Donnie’s expression turned smug. “Used the same filling as the apple crullers and added some cinnamon sugar. Thought you’d like it.  Have another,” he said and this time extended the tray.

“Sure!”

While James eagerly ate his second donut, Donnie seemed to lose a bit of his swagger as his face grew solemn. “I just wanted to say that I’m really glad I hired you. You’ve been a great help around here. I really appreciate it.”

James wiped away a smear of applesauce and made an ‘aw-shucks’ face. “Well, thanks for hiring me. I’ve really enjoyed my past few months here”, he said, trying not to look too hard at Donnie’s massive pecs or bulging biceps.

“Yeah, you’re a quick learner. You’re - ah - development has come along real nice,” Donnie replied, but James caught the brief stammer and examined his face. Was he… blushing?

“Um, thanks,” James returned noncommittally, but this time with a smile of his own. Donnie was blushing. The hulking baker was into him!

Perhaps realizing he’d been made, Donnie offered the tray yet again. “Uh-yeah, have another.”

This time James took the donut, but rather than gulp it down in a few bites he locked eyes with Donnie and daintily took a bite while emitting a small, satisfied groan. Donnie heard it though, and his face turned an exceptional shade of crimson.  

As James was finishing his third donut by seductively licking his fingers, Donnie looked as though he may spontaneously combust. “H-here, ha-have another,” he managed, barely, the tray trembling enough for the donuts to skitter across.

James finally took pity on Donnie for turning the tables so drastically. Rather than take the donut from the tray, James grabbed Donnie’s free hand and made him grasp the donut. Then, he guided Donnie’s donut-laden hand to his mouth. James took another small bite, made another small moan, and waggled his eyebrows.

Donnie took the hint, and once James had theatrically swallowed he brought the donut back to James’ lips for another bite. This went on until the whole donut was gone, and then Donnie would pick up another and feed James the same way. Soon, the entire tray was empty and James was merrily rubbing his full belly while licking sugar from his fingers.

“Mmf, that was good,” James said, before slapping his gut with a thwack. “Really hit the spot.”

“Well,” said Donnie, watching James’ middle ripple at the impact, “you could always have the day’s no-sales before we mark them down.”

“Really?” James feigned incredulity. “But I just had a half dozen donuts. I wouldn’t want to get fat,” he said, but it sounded more like teasing. If there was any question, he inhaled and pooched out his gut to mock his own size.

However, the move backfired. As soon as he stuck his gut out they both heard an unmistakable tearing as James’ uniform finally failed him, a gash having ripped directly behind him. Both their eyes went wide before they burst out laughing.

“I couldn’t have timed that better,” James managed between guffaws. “I guess I’ll need another uniform.”

“Guess so,” Donnie said, and then stepped forward. “Here, let’s get that thing off you.”

James practically leaped into Donnie as his strong arms grabbed his tight shirt and lifted it over his torso and off his head, revealing a much larger James than had walked in the store some months ago. Not only had every part of James widened considerably, he’d also softened, his torso and belly a slightly jiggling mass with budding boy-tits and love handles emphasizing his newly grown curves. Any hard edges he had were long since buried under months of indulgence, while the rounding and softening of his features made him appear even younger than when he walked in the bakery’s doors months ago.

“Holy fuck,” Donnie whispered, left breathless upon finally seeing his handiwork shirtless.

“You seem to have me at a disadvantage,” James said coyly, then pointed at the leftovers of the day’s baking. “How about this: for everything I eat, you take off an article of clothing. Deal?”

Donnie’s eyes shot wide, but he nodded an enthusiastic assent. Then he bounded behind the counter, far faster than a man his size should be able to,  and piled the empty donut tray with as many baked goods as it could carry. When he returned James was slowing tracing a thick nip with his finger while biting his lower lip. Donnie was instantly hard.

James noticed and pressed his advantage. He plucked a cruller from the tray and ate it in two quick bites. Once his mouth was no longer full he pointed at the muscular baker and commanded, “Shirt off.” He did so, and as the taught fabric was removed it revealed a physique that James could only dream of.

Donnie was big, there was no denying it. Broad shoulders swept down to a broad chest that lay atop a barrel torso that peaked in a wide belly. While he certainly looked like he’d had his fair share of baked goods, there was no denying the raw power that hid just beneath the layer of fat that coated him. If anything the slight ripples of flesh as Donnie threw his t-shirt aside were deceptive, making him appear as though he were slovenly when in reality it was simply his bulky musculature that wobbled with his movements. It wasn’t quite the opposite of James, but it was close.

It was also incredibly hot. James eagerly scarfed down a brownie, and several cookies, resulting in Donnie taking off first his shoes, then his jeans, revealing a pair of legs thick enough to be telephone poles, and just as sturdy. The outline of a truly impressive manhood was clearly visible behind the sheer fabric of his boxers, but this only encouraged James to eat him into nudity.

With one more cupcake down his gullet, James felt like he might burst. But he’d done it, and true to his word Donnie dropped his boxers and stepped out of them in all his hulking glory. Logically James knew that the tiny article he’d just removed hardly covered much, and yet he seemed somehow larger in the buff than he had in just his boxers. Maybe it had something to do with the nearly beercan thick cock that jutted proudly from a thick forest of hair at his groin. Despite having stuffed himself almost silly, James’ mouth watered at the sight.

“You like?” Donnie asked, a note of uncharacteristic vulnerability there.

“I like,” James replied, and then came forward to finally touch the man by tracing chubby fingers down his muscle-gut until he grasped the man’s dick firmly. It was thick and heavy and oh so hard, and he wanted it in his mouth right then and there. James was just about to drop to his knees when Donnie put his meaty hands beneath his armpits to stop him.

“Turnabout is fair play,” Donnie said, and then turned around to once again refill the tray with sweets, his impressive cock bouncing wildly and slapping his belly with each lumbering step. Once he returned he presented his ultimatum. “Now, for every pastry I feed you, I get to take off one of your clothes.”

“Oof, I’m already kinda full,” James complained, but then Donnie stepped forward and began to rub his full belly. At a single touch James felt a thrill run through him, and as the big band rubbed up and down his soft middle he began to feel more and more relaxed. Then a cruller was placed at his mouth and almost without thought he opened and started chewing.

While James chewed and swallowed Donnie fought with his pants, desperately trying to push back his belly enough to get his button undone. It took some doing, but he eventually managed the feat, and as soon as he did James’ gut seemed to explode forward, pushing down his fly almost instantly. Donnie stared for a moment but was then prompted to continue once he saw James had finished the cruller.

Helping James out of his jeans proved difficult. They were awfully tight, and at times it was more like peeling off surgical gloves than a pair of pants. Eventually, the two managed to get them around his ankles, revealing a straining pair of briefs with the clear outline of James’ erection beneath.

Donnie’s patience began to wear thin. He grabbed another pastry and practically stuffed it into James’ eager mouth. As he did he brought his meaty paw down to rub at James’ cock through the fabric. Already he could feel dampness as pre-soaked the cotton briefs. With each bite, Donnie tugged James’ briefs lower and lower, until they were around his ankles by the time he’d finished.

“Aww, I’m naked but there’s still pastries left,” James remarked.

“That’s fine,” said Donnie as he grabbed another pastry. “We could just keep going anyway.”

“I’m OK with that,” James replied, moaning slightly as Donnie placed the delicacy to his lips while tugging a pearl of pre from his dick.

Donnie managed to keep him on edge while he stuffed the entire tray of baked goods down James’ gullet. Just as the last pastry passed his lips, Donnie tugged once and James came all over the bakery floor, his powerful blasts arcing several feet.

Then James collapsed but Donnie caught him before he could crumple to the floor. Instead, he let him down gently so he was resting on his well-padded rump. Then, while still dazed from his orgasm, Donnie placed his still very hard cock in his mouth and James accepted it automatically. Thankfully, he had enough presence of mind not to bite down as he had been doing for the past 20 minutes, and Donnie thrust his powerful hips while gripping James’ head.

It didn’t take long. After barely a few thrusts Donnie was filling James’ mouth yet again, but this time with salty protein rather than sugary sweets. It too was an impressive load and James had to swallow quickly, but he had gotten used to that after his feeding. In time Donnie extracted himself and the pair looked at each other and chuckled. They had quite the mess to clean up before they could both go home for the day.

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A New Baker - Part 1

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“You Barbara’s kid? James?”

James looked up to see what had to be the biggest dude he’d ever seen. He wasn’t sure what he expected when he’d been called for an interview at the local bakery, but it wasn’t this. The guy had to be close to 300 pounds easily, if not more. The guy was huge, and not just fat - those arms looked like they could bench two of James.

His imposing bulk and semi-scowl were more than a little intimidating, and James took a moment to respond. “Ye-yes. That’s me. I’m here about the job,” he stammered.

The bakery owner looked James up and down for another tense moment and then imperceptibly nodded. “Sure, you got it if you want it.”

Another unexpected turn. Didn’t interviews usually have… questions? “Uh, sure, thanks?” James said, although his gratitude sounded more like incredulity.

If his new boss picked up on James’s hesitation he didn’t show it. “Alright,” he said in a gruff tone before handing James a broom. “To start, you’ve got cleaning duty. Flour and crumbs get everywhere and we gotta keep the place clean for health codes. Get sweepin’ and I’ll go get you a uniform.”

James took the brook and stared at it for a moment as the baker lumbered off to a nearby closet. “What size shirt are you?” He heard him call over his shoulder, before replying, “Uh, medium.” The big guy then came back and handed James a t-shirt that had “Rubico’s Bakery” embroidered on the front right pocket.

“The name’s Donnie, by the way. Welcome aboard,” the giant said while extending a hand. James had to quickly shuffle his t-shirt and broom to his left hand just so he could shake, the whole process doing nothing to make him seem less nervous. Donnie’s calloused hand nearly enveloped James’s up to the wrist, his grip expectedly strong as he pumped hands twice before releasing.

“Now I gotta go and man the front as the store opens in a few minutes. I’ll come get you for your first break,” Donnie said before making his way to the door that led to the front of the store, leaving James alone in the cooking area. He sighed and slowly took off his t-shirt to don his new uniform and then began to sweep the floor.

Donnie had already decided to hire James before he’d even walked into his store. His mom was a friend of the family, who’d spoken to his aunt and told the story of how he’d run into trouble at college and dropped out. Donnie never quite got the reason why, but he imagined the reason drew sympathy considering he’d been told to help the kid out and not ask too many questions.

In any case, it wasn’t really Donnie’s way to start nosing into people’s personal business. The kid wasn’t in school, so that meant he had to work and Donnie was fine with him starting off by keeping the place clean.

Donnie did catch a glimpse of him while he was taking off his shirt to put on the uniform, and while the kid was undeniably cute he was far too thin for Donnie’s tastes. Donnie liked ‘em with a bit of a meat on their bones, and while James wasn’t anorexic by any means he was still a virtual scarecrow to Donnie’s eyes at maybe 150 pounds.

Well, now that he was working at a bakery maybe he could put some meat on his bones, Donnie thought, and began to formulate a plan.

“Hey, kid - break time!”

James nearly started at Donnie’s booming proclamation. He’d swept the entire floor - twice, in fact - and the place was practically sparkling. The big baker did take note and nodded at James, which he took to be in appreciation for his work. It was a small thing, but it was the most he’d gotten from Donnie so far.

He was about to take a seat to break out his packed lunch when Donnie poked his head back in. “Oh, and I forgot to mention - employees get a discount on all our products.”

“What kind of discount?”

“The free kind,” Donnie winked, and then went back to the front to assist with another customer.

Free food always got James’s attention, and he decided to check out the selection - something he’d neglected to do upon entering the store. While Donnie sold several loaves of bread to an elderly woman James scanned the glass display filled with all manner of confectionery. There were cakes, cupcakes, mini cakes, donuts, muffins, cookies, brownies - everything he could think of, and even stuff he didn’t recognize.

Once the lady had gone James went up to the counter and pointed at the display case. “What’s that thing?”

Donnie crossed his considerable arms and raised an eyebrow. “You never seen a cronut before?” James shook his head.

“Well, now you’re gonna,” he said and grabbed a chocolate and nut encrusted cronut from the case to hand to James.

James took a bite and his eyes lit up. “Oh, I get it - it’s like a donut and a croissant. It’s good!”

Donnie nodded. “Of course it’s good. I made it.” Then he winked, and James smiled at the lack of modesty.

James then took the cronut back inside the bakery where he decided to wander around and get a feel for the space. The bakery was surprisingly spacious, and while plenty of it went toward the large devices that made dough and icing on a nearly industrial scale, there were other parts to the store too. He found the closet where the branded uniforms were kept, bathroom, cleaning closet, as well as a back office. The office was large enough to contain a small home gym in the corner. Guess that’s how Donnie got to be so big - he works out while he works here, James thought.

Cronut finished, he ate the rest of his lunch in peace and quiet.

James performed well at the Bakery for the first week, and soon Donnie was training him to perform the basics of baking - making dough and preparing ingredients for the day’s baking. James was a quick learner and Donnie was surprised and delighted to find him soon not requiring his supervision,

He was also delighted with how James had taken Donnie up on the free food with lunch. The kid definitely had a sweet tooth, and every day was a new adventure in baked goods for James. A donut here, a few cookies there, but all of them calorie dense, sugar-filled delights that had already started to show on James’ lithe frame. His almost starved features had filled in so he no longer looked sickly. In fact, he was looking quite healthy lately, with full color in his cheeks and some meat on his limbs. Donnie could actually make out some features beneath his uniform, and what he saw was a budding appetite.

One day he decided to give James an additional benefit - free breakfast. He was coming in early to prep for opening, so might as well ensure his employee got the most important meal of the day in while he was here. The only catch was Donnie didn’t specify what James could eat for breakfast, believing that left to his own devices James would choose the same sugary delights he usually did for lunch.

Donnie’s hunch was proven right on the first day, as James opted for an icing-covered sticky to go with his morning coffee. The next day was donuts, and the day after that a chocolate cupcake. Combined with his normal lunches (along with more baked goods), James was easily packing away an extra thousand calories per day.

In another month it was really starting to show. James’ shirt was straining to contain a far more substantial young man. Donnie guessed he’d put on 25 pounds easily - maybe even 30 - since he’d started working for him. He was still a ways away from being appealing, but he was certainly on the right track.

“Uh, Donnie,” said a very sheepish James one morning. “I was wondering if I could have another uniform… maybe a size large? This one doesn’t seem to fit anymore.”

Donnie chuckled good-naturedly and without a word went to the closet to find a larger uniform. As James took off the far-too-tight t-shirt Donnie was treated to a much softer young man. James now had an adorable paunch just beginning to peek over his belt and a pair of budding love handles. The rest of him appeared soft and smooth without a hint of definition remaining. Not a single hint of definition remained on him - a soft boy was born.

Donnie smiled as he watched James begin to prep for the day. The boy was becoming a true baker indeed.

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I’ve only made a dent. 😅

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To say thanks for treating him to countless buffets and fast food trips this summer, my buddy surprised me with a free "Fat Boy Car Wash.”

"Feel free to inspect the damage since it's basically your fault I'm this fat now," he said with a grin after stripping down to his boxers.

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@ChubRubLA needs just morning stretch

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From 75kg to 204kg in 6 years.

Last year he participated in a challenge in which he said he gained 115kg in just 5 years and was weighing 190kg. He gave up and now admitted to having reached 204kg.

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In 2024 my butt and my fatpad grew a lot. Let’s keep it going for 2025

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Wanna try and break my record of 15lbs gained in a month. Anybody wanna help?

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How the tshirt used to fit

How the shirt fits now ❗️

Soon it won’t be able to cover that belly

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Submission:

This young guy really let himself go. With his party life he gained more than 140 kg (310 lbs) in a few years.

In 2017 he was a normal young man, but in 2022 he already reached 214 kg (over 470 lbs).

He tried to lose weight in his first videos, but he failed and today he is enjoying his life fatter than ever.

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From 144 lbs to 365 lbs in just 3 years of relationship and party life.

He has been going to the gym all this time and still gained weight.

This guy really likes to eat.

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Midterms to Full Bellies - Part 4!

Chad had barely gotten to the end of his driveway and he was already breathing hard. This was going to be more difficult than he’d thought.

His last trip to the doctor had come with an ultimatum: start exercising or start funeral planning. It wasn’t much of a choice. Aiden was supportive, as he always was, and made him an exercise plan to stick to throughout the week. It didn’t seem particularly imaginative - just jog around the block and do a few jumping jacks. How hard could it be?

Excruciating, as it turned out. He hadn’t realized just how heavy he’d gotten. Or how hot it was outside of an air-conditioned home. Or how his legs protested with every waddling step. Or how his every crevice and fold rubbed his skin raw. Or how he’d barely gone a dozen steps and could already feel sweat dripping down his face and back. This was turning out to be a nightmare.

Still, he pushed himself. He could do this, he kept telling himself. Just get around the block. Doesn’t matter how fast - just do it. He kept up this internal mantra as he made each plodding step, practically breaking the sidewalk’s concrete with each footfall. His belly had already fallen out of his shirt, but Chad didn’t care. He was singularly focused on one goal, and minor wardrobe malfunctions were not included in that goal. Besides, he’d sort of gotten used to spilling out of anything he put himself into.

Each step was more like a sway, as Chad would first need to push his own bulk to one side of his body in order to bring his leg forward, and then do the same with the opposite leg on the next step. His arms had long since been held out at an angle by the rolls of flesh that cascaded down his back, so they too swung from side to side. The entire effect was almost comical.

Every time Chad came up to someone on the sidewalk they moved out of his way. Some stared from the grass, open-mouthed at the elephantine man vainly plodding along. Others merely kept on, not trying to make a scene but diverting from their path to avoid the man-meteor slowly barreling toward them.

By the time he’d reached the end of the street he was drenched in sweat. His clothes were sticking to whatever roll they caught on, completely transparent with perspiration. This was a problem for his massive moobs, as Chad’s nipples kept rubbing on the fabric as he moved. As he turned the corner to begin down the next street, he noticed it wasn’t just his tits - everything was rubbing against the fabric now, the cotton stuck to him like a second skin. He might as well have been naked.

Halfway down the next road and he realized he almost was. His track pants had run down his ass so far he was mooning half the neighborhood. His shirt had ridden up his belly enough to expose his cavernous and quivering belly button. He was finally forced to stop lest he be arrested.

At least, that’s what he told himself. It certainly wasn’t because he was breathing harder than a freight train, and his heart beat so fast he felt it might burst from his chest.

About 30 seconds of gaping breaths Chad once again began his jog. Slower this time - more like a strong march than a jog. But he was past the halfway point now, with the fastest route home being to just keep going.

So he did. More swaying, wobbling steps, more rubbing of fabric, more escape of rolls and crescents of flesh. He stopped twice more to avoid catastrophic wardrobe failures, each time struggling to merely reach his clothing over his own colossal size.

After hauling up his pants the second time he finally reached his street. A mere 200 feet separated him from the end of this torture. All he had to do was make it.

He took another another few steps, swaying even more than normal, when he noticed a pair of men ahead of him. They were his old gym mates. He stopped, unsure what to do, and then realized there was no possible way he could hide. Even if he could move fast enough, there were simply no objects in sight that would obscure his girth. Hiding behind a nearby tree would be like trying to hide behind a popsicle stick.

The only option was to keep going. So he did, lumbering as fast as he could. The pair did eventually see him, and he could tell they were snickering at his weight, but there were no sudden gasps of recognition, no wide-eyed stares of realization. To them, he was simply another fat man to ridicule. They didn’t recognize Chad at all.

Anonymity suddenly gave Chad strength. He pushed on, forcing the two gym rats aside lest they be trampled under the slow-moving stampede. He could here chuckles from behind him, which eventually broke into all-out laughter, but to Chad their scorn was aimed at a random stranger and not a former comrade in fitness. Perversely, it seemed to lighten the blow.

As Chad continued, the gym bunnies laughter faded into the distance. He could see his house coming up, slowly. He realized he’d slowed again, now more of an exhausted shuffle. His body no longer swayed wildly to and fro, but jostled and waved as he stumbled to his driveway. There was practically a trail of sweat that traced his path looking like someone had punched a hole in a water bottle.

He made it to his door and instead of opening it leaned against it. He breathed in great, wracking heaves, arms held above his head, for several minutes. When he finally felt ready, he opened the door, and stepped inside.

Salvation. Air conditioning. The most gloriously cool breeze wafted through his soaked body, chilling him almost immediately. His nipples, already rubbed raw from his jog, now perked up to be finger-sized missiles that pointed in opposite directions. His belly and ass, once again exposed as his clothes fought a losing battle at containment, felt the coolest as they dripped sweat onto the floor, a small puddle already forming.

He stood there for a moment before he tried to take off his shirt, and failed utterly. He felt too weak from the job, and besides, his shirt clung to him as though glued on.

Lucky for him, Aiden then came from upstairs to see what was the commotion.

“You made it,” he said, proudly.

Chad nodded and then lifted his arms as high as he could, which wasn’t even above his shoulders. “Help,” he said.

Aiden took pity on his mammoth lover and came down to begin the arduous process of peeling off Chad’s soaked t-shirt. As he lifted it over his jutting front each fold wobbled to freedom, followed by his colossal mammaries, and finally up and over his head. Chad sighed at the sudden rush of comfort.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the couch so I can get your shoes off.”

The last few steps to his deeply creased couch were only made bearable by the promise of impending freedom from the last of his garments. He sat down slightly faster than he would normally as his legs finally gave out, an ominous creak from the couch protesting the sudden weight atop it. Then Aiden set about removing Chad’s shoes, then socks, then pants, leaving him in his skin-tight briefs and taking up most of the couch.

As his sweat soaked into the couch Chad just lay there, tongue lolling out, enjoying the comforts of home more than he ever had. When he opened his eyes, Aiden was standing there, a strange smile on his lips and an obvious tent in his shorts.

“What?” Chad asked.

Aiden replied simply, “You look hot.”

Chad waived a still dripping hand. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“It sure is,” Aiden replied, stepping into his massive lover so his shorts-covered hardon ground into Chad’s mountainous belly. He bent down, one hand balancing himself on Chad’s tit, and the two shared a kiss that lingered until it became a full-on makeout session in the living room, Aiden’s hand roaming over Chad’s vast acreage to pinch and caress every soaked fold. He always knew just where to reach to entice Chad, no matter how exhausted, and he could already feel himself hardening in his fat covered groin.

Of course, topping for Chad had long-since fallen by the wayside; his erection remained buried even at full mast. While Aiden enjoyed spelunking (as he called it) from time to time, they had since switched roles in the relationship out of necessity.

At some point in their makeout, Chad rolled off the couch to lay on his belly on the floor, his middle providing more than enough cushion to maintain his comfort indefinitely while also pushing his enormous rear into the air. Aiden then stripped him of his sweaty underpants, leaving him nude and wiggling enticingly.

Aiden wasted no time. He clambered atop his titanic boyfriend, slipping his hardon between cheeks wider than his entire body, Chad’s sweat being more than enough lubrication. He slipped inside easily, Chad moaning beneath him at the brief penetration. When Aiden had reached as far as he could go he held himself there, arms wrapped around Chad’s clammy skin, and then began to gyrate.

Chad had never been a bottom, but found his new role to be even more exciting that before. The feeling of his tiny boyfriend teasing his hole for the rough fucking that was to come had already gotten him leaking. If he wasn’t already so wet from his brief jog he was sure he’d be soaked. As it was, it merely mingled with the sweat already present, further lubricating his folds in preparation for the main event.

Then Aiden pulled himself out and shoved himself back in, the impact sending waves throughout Chad’s body and punctuated by a dull slap. As the wave washed over him Chad moaned. Then Aiden did it again, and again, building up speed until their living room was a constant slapping staccato of his pelvis to Chad’s ass.

Chad writhed and moaned, each impact sending tremors throughout his form, and causing the flesh of his now well-lubricated groin to shimmy ever so slightly against his own cock. His body was like a giant vibrator, and the faster and more roughly he was fucked the better it felt. He was so massive that no matter how hard Aiden worked it only made him beg for more.

Soon, Aiden too was covered in sweat, dripping from his face to pool on Chad’s back before sliding to the floor. Chad’s moan was nearly constant, going up in pitch with each of Aiden’s thrusts. He was getting close, and began to thrust back into Aiden as much as his weight would allow. It was enough to get Aiden just a tiny bit further to finally reach the spot he needed to.

Chad’s moaning reached a fevered pitch as Aiden humped away wildly. Chad’s world had become a constant earthquake of pleasure he couldn’t keep track of. He moaned, and moaned, and eventually he could feel the dam break as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him, each one building upon the last higher and higher, until they all came crashing down, threatening to drown him.

He came, long and hard, soaking himself and the floor beneath him, but he hardly noticed. All he knew was blinding bliss and constant motion even as he lay there, no longer moving a muscle.

Aiden had cum already, but kept pounding away for some time after to ensure his boyfriend had also cum. He needn’t have bothered, but he had no way of telling anymore how long Chad’s orgasm lasted once his moans had stopped. When it finally felt like he was humping a dead whale he extricated himself, and went to get another towel.

When he returned, Chad had rolled onto his side. He looked up at Aiden and asked, “Is it time for lunch yet?”

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Midterms to Full Bellies - Part 3!

“I have to say, this much weight gain in so short a time is, frankly, very alarming. I’m going to recommend some blood tests for now just to ensure there’s not something very wrong here,” the doctor said with a frown. Chad had expected it; even he couldn’t quite believe how large he’d gotten. He just didn’t think it was as bad as all that.

He was only at the doctor’s office since his boyfriend noticed he was snoring especially loudly of late. “Boyfriend”, he thought, and still couldn’t believe it. The boy from a few weeks ago had come back, again and again, and in such a short period of time they decided to move in together. The frat he was living in before didn’t seem right anymore anyway. Aiden - that was his name - had suggested they move to a basement apartment not a few blocks away. They did so, and since then Chad’s nights had been nothing short of orgasmic.

Aiden had also turned out to be the accomplished chef, and Chad had never eaten better in his life. And it showed. According to the doctor’s scale upon his arrival, he’d crested the 500 pound mark with room to spare. A short month ago he would have been scared shitless, but with Aiden he was oddly proud. Chad was sure he would be too.

“Well, your blood pressure seems fine,” the doctor continued, bringing Chad back from his reverie. “But given your boyfriend’s description, I suspect you’ve developed sleep apnea. It’s common to see in men of your size. I’ll refer you to a sleep specialist who will run a test to confirm, and then you’ll likely have to get a CPAP machine.”

“Ok,” Chad replied, not really sure what else there was to say.

“And let me remind you again that your initial bloodwork came back with some very high sugar levels. If you don’t lose some weight soon, I suspect you’ll develop diabetes before the year is out,” the doc warned. It was a little scary to Chad, but only a little. He’d ask Aiden to make less cakes.

“Ok,” Chad replied again, monotone, and then heaved himself up from the bench to leave. It was a laborious process, and the shifting of the flesh surrounding his groin was always enough to get him hard and leaking. Again. It certainly wasn’t noticeable visually, buried as his cock was even fully hard, but it happened so often that his drippings would accumulate and produce a certain odour. It was one of the many reasons he preferred not to leave the house.

The doctor sniffed. “What’s that smell?”

“Oh, nothing,” Chad quipped, taking the sleep specialist referral and waddling out of the office as fast as his shifting bulk allowed. This much walking would surely soak him in sweat and pre by the time he got home, but Aiden liked that.

Chad finished the last drumstick from the bucket of fried chicken he’d had as a midnight snack. Well, more like mid evening snack. He’d be up for a few more hours at least if Aiden had anything to say about it, and there wasn’t a night gone by that he hadn’t. Chad didn’t mind - why would he? He’d never gotten more sex in his life.

Just then the door opened and shut, indicating his lover had come home. Chad remained in the bedroom, sprawled out on the mattress. It was his preferred spot these days as it was getting difficult to get around. They hadn’t weighed him in some time, but the last time their industrial scale had read just over 650. He was certainly larger now.

Anyway, it’s where Aiden would want him to be when he got home. They had a system.

“I’m home! And I brought you something!” Aiden called out from the kitchen. He always brought something home, a surprise every night. This time Chad could already smell it from here - pizza, extra sauce, deluxe. Just the way he liked it.

When Aiden’s toned body showed up at the door already naked and holding a pizza box it was like a vision to Chad. “How you doing, big boy?” he asked.

“Better now,” Chad replied with a smile.

Aiden came over to him, straddled his mountainous chest, and opened the box to give him a look. It was like porn - food porn, but porn just the same. Chad could tell he was already hard in anticipation.

The first slice was brought to Chad’s lips by his lover in a slow, sensual way. Their evenings always began like this, as much foreplay for the sex to come as it was for the flavours about to awash Chad’s mouth. He’d nibble, and then ‘mmm’, and then take a larger bite, and then another, until the whole slice was gone. Then he’d be fed another, and another, and at some point Chad would notice only a box on his slowly rising and falling chest and his own hand reaching in for another slice once the one he’d been holding was gone.

The box was about as far as he could reach.

Then, at some point, he’d feel the weight of his belly shift, then lift, and then the flesh surrounding his groin be pushed back. Then a pressure, and then a tightness, and then he’d feel himself slide into a warm, wet hole before his middle would rest comfortably on Aiden’s back.

He didn’t know how Aiden did it - he couldn’t really see beyond the horizon of his own middle anymore - but through some witchcraft he’d manage to stuff Chad’s cock in his hole as Chad was stuffing his own face. Then he would rock, slowly at first, in and out, building up momentum in Chad’s enormity until the frequency of his wobbling would match the timing of his backward thrusts. Then Chad would hear a moan from beyond his stomach, somewhere, indicating that he was hitting the spot Aiden liked. Then Chad would just hold on for the ride.

It was messy, of course. With so much rocking it was like trying to eat pizza during an earthquake for Chad. But he’d eventually finish the box just as Aiden’s moans were starting to pick up speed. He’d cum once already - he always shot first - but he’d stay hard to actually enjoy his second orgasm while pinching and kneading the fat of his belly and tits. He’d wait for Aiden’s moans to reach a fevered pitch before twisting his enormous nipples as hard as he could, timing it just right so he’d cum again just as Aiden was peaking. He’d hear a splat (Aiden was a shooter) and then a deep moan, and then the rocking would come to an abrupt halt just as he’d be filling Aiden’s ass for the second time.

Sometimes Aiden would extract himself to blow another load down Chad’s throat, but not tonight it seems. He must have been tired, Chad thought, as after he’d finished he simply extracted himself by wriggling out from beneath Chad’s bulk and then just draped himself atop him in a lazy cuddle.

Chad was still hard and hungry, but he’d accepted that about himself. Aiden would fix both of these things when he woke up.