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Guy Again and Again

Hyde Park was incredible during the Fall. Guy couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else when the leaves started changing colour. He’d lived in London for three years now and had happily started to put down roots. Like any major city, he’d paid an absolute fortune for his house, but it had been necessary to set himself up and enjoy all that the city had to offer. There was always something happening, always new folks to meet and beautiful people to seduce. When he’d been offered a role back home for even more money, he’d declined it, using it as leverage instead to climb even higher up in his company and then side-step into yet another high paying position at another firm. His ambition was celebrated here and Guy earned himself the cringe-worthy reputation of being one of the city’s most eligible bachelors.

“Guy, won’t you come and meet my young lad?” called Sheridan, as Guy was strolling through to his large office.

Guy sighed and glanced quickly over at the others in the space, knowing that they were all feeling exactly the same way. Whilst this was an incredible company to work for, the nepotism involved in the majority shareholder inserting his twenty-two year old son into such a major position, straight out of university, had frustrated them all.

Following the company’s owner into his office, Guy plastered a happy enough smile onto his face and held out his hand to shake the young man’s hand. He’d seen pictures of Robert in the past, on his father’s yacht and throughout the tabloids as he dated London’s latest ‘It Girl’ setting all the fashion trends. They’d also briefly crossed paths the summer before last, when using Robert’s family’s private box at Wembley Stadium. Soccer was a huge game over here and Guy had found himself quite captivated by it.

“Nice to see you again,” Guy offered, shaking the handsome boy’s hand.

“Robert is very keen to get started!” his pompous father announced happily. “I’m sure he’s just what this company needs: a bit of fresh energy injected into it.”

Guy nodded, despite feeling that Robert was going to be nothing more than dead wood for them all to carry. “We’re all delighted to have you here!” he lied.

“My father says you’re the absolute best,” Robert chimed in. “I think he seriously believes you’re going to rule the world one day! I’m definitely looking forward to learning from you this week.” 

Guy knew he had been stitched up straight away. “Let me guess. You’re shadowing me this week?” he asked tentatively.

“That’s the plan!” Sheridan nodded, already grabbing his jacket to leave for his golf match at ten.

Guy looked outside into the corridor to see all the sly, grinning faces of his colleagues. They’d all known he was about to be saddled with the new boy, even before he did. Leading the way down the corridor, he noticed an additional computer had been set up at his enormous desk, with space for Robert to work alongside him; typical Sheridan making ridiculous calls yet again.

Robert was generally pretty intelligent and seemed to pick up on what Guy was saying with little effort on his part. Professionally, he appeared no different to the genuinely ambitious young interns they had on the floors below. But, in reality, he was so far removed from them, starting a job at the same level that had taken Guy ten years to even qualify for; not to mention all the incredible hard work and many, many promotions and job changes to get where he was. Indeed, Robert’s privilege was obvious by the way he talked about his travelling and the numerous powerful people he had known ever since he was small. Perhaps, in some ways, that did make him better suited to fly up the ranks early. Robert wasn’t daunted by the bigger clients and there was a sharpness to his mind that was sometimes quite surprising.

“How’s the babysitting going?” asked Angela slyly during the brief time Guy was on his own.

Guy smiled back. He wanted to joke and tell her off for not giving him the heads-up about being stuck with Robert this week. But, to be fair, everything was going fine. “No complaints from me!” he replied, reminding himself that complaining about something that couldn’t be changed was a fruitless exercise at work.

They both stopped talking, watching as handsome Robert emerged from the bathroom looking as sharp as ever: the beautiful hair, the eyes, the strong jawline. Behind him, the female staff couldn’t help but get a peek at those tight glutes and imagine being the lucky lady who would one day get to marry such a fine, well-bred specimen as him. “Are we ready?” he asked Guy, pleased to be heading out to meet clients again; knowing that this was where he could excel.

Getting around London could be a nightmare at times. Occasionally, it was genuinely faster to walk; exactly what ended up happening after roadworks had made it likely for them to be late otherwise. The client was a man called Mr Geoge Evans, owner of an events space that the company wanted to acquire. He was tall and broad, with an immense, solid and rounded gut pushing against the large shirt painted across his torso. It was the feature that most people noticed first about him and the one thing Robert couldn’t seem to stop staring at the moment they started their meeting.

Guy remembered feeling embarrassed and wanting to kick Robert hard for the way he was looking across at the gaping buttons on George’s shirt. After everything he had said about being okay with having this young upstart shadowing him that week, the boy had to ruin it almost instantly. Guy thought on his feet, finding a reason for Robert to need to leave the room and contact the office. Then Guy quickly rounded the whole thing up as fast as he could.

“What the fuck was that?” Guy grumbled as soon as they were walking to the tube station, given that their car had still not been able to reach them.

“What?” Robert asked, trying his best to keep up as Guy stormed on. He didn’t lack self-awareness; he knew exactly what he had done and why Guy had felt the need to remove him from the meeting. “I wasn’t expecting him to be so…”

“Fat?” Guy finished for him. “That’s so ridiculous! You know that right?”

“I was just a little surprised, that’s all. When we spoke on the phone…”

“This is business!” Guy began lecturing him. “You can’t fall to pieces just because some guy doesn’t fit into your perfect world-view of what everyone should look like. You need to get your head out of those glossy magazines you and your girlfriend seem to spend so much time in!”

“Look, I’m not like that!” Robert tried to counter his mentor. “That’s not why I got a bit flustered.”

“Whatever,” Guy sighed, racing down the steps to the tube station. Ultimately, he wouldn’t be able to hang onto this misstep. Robert’s family were the majority shareholders and, no doubt, the twenty-two year old would one day take the reins of the entire company.  “Look… there’s no harm done. Just… just don’t ever let that happen again, alright?”

Robert nodded, tapping his card to head down to the Central Line. “I promise!”

Guy didn’t mention the staring incident to anyone when he got back. Robert had been exemplary the rest of the time and it was clear that he had a talent to make it far; especially given his Oxford education. As the weeks progressed, he began to shine more and Guy learned to genuinely appreciate his insight into certain things. Sometimes British etiquette eluded Guy, especially with the types of folks who had been born into extreme wealth, like Robert had.

Likewise, Robert appeared to be impressed with Guy’s talents in return. “You’re pretty smooth when it comes to the ladies,” he laughed as they came out of one meeting.

“Plenty of experience!” Guy joked back.

“I’m guessing that’s why you work out so much?” the pretty boy asked. “It’s not as easy to sweet talk a female client when you have a giant gut spreading into your lap,” Robert chuckled; not realising that his joke would fall so flat.

Guy tried to bite his tongue. It had been the second time Robert had been casually sizeist. “Actually,” he shot back, “some of the most successful business leaders feel being larger gives them more presence to take charge of things.”

“That’s not what my father says,” Robert replied.

“Well, your dad doesn’t know everything,” Guy grumbled back, deciding to shut down the conversation before he started getting annoyed.

At the end of that first month, Robert had offered Guy to come along and watch the international football match in the private box at Wembley Stadium. He would be there with his girlfriend, of course, but Guy was also welcome to bring along a date as well. Martha had been Guy’s instinctive choice. She was loud, greedy and extremely overweight: the perfect choice to annoy someone so superficial and quick to judge others for their weight. Guy called her up, pleased with his plan, but was disappointed to hear that she was back home in Glasgow that weekend. He needed to find someone else - fast!

Ben had been the next choice for Guy. Somewhat smaller and more reserved, but always fun to be around. They had met at a club night for bears about two years earlier, when Guy had been intrigued by the little chub’s confidence to stoll about shirtless through the crowds. Happily, still single, Ben agreed to the date and Guy was delighted to find the man looking so much heavier by the time he went to pick him up. “Look at you!” he marvelled, getting out of his sports car to open the door for the large man waiting outside his apartment block. “Someone has been eating well!”

Ben blushed a little. He knew that for many chub-lovers, seeing someone they had slept with getting even bigger was bound to be a turn on, and he patted his large tummy proudly on the vast shelf that had developed. “I’m pleased that you approve,” he smiled, knowing that he was always in for a fun night whenever Guy asked him out.

The young couples’ faces had been a picture when Guy strolled in with such a large bear as Ben. It struck him that perhaps Robert hadn’t realised Guy’s bisexuality, making it a rather more educational experience for the boy that he had perhaps expected. Ben played his part well, naturally gorging himself and failing to notice his belly peeking out of the bottom of his shirt as he got up and down to cheer at the performance on the pitch. As such, Guy lavished him with attention, proudly driving him back home for his reward. He’d more than made his point, hopefully putting an end to the way Robert would try to casually fat-shame others around him.

Back at work, Robert’s new office had been decked out just as he had requested, shunting Angela down to the floor below. Despite the slow start last month, even Guy winced at how much the new recruit was taking on.

“Wendy has come to me asking to negotiate her pay,” Robert explained, walking into Guy’s office and closing the door. “I’ve been told pay reviews only happen in April?”

“That’s bullshit,” Guy replied, trying to get on with his own analysis work. “That’s just a standard line that is thrown out to try and delay these types of things.”

“Well, either way,” Robert continued, sitting himself down in front of Guy’s desk. “Paying her more is going to dent the progress towards the quarterly profits.”

“Then what does your gut tell you to do?” Guy asked, determined not to spoon feed Robert out of these awkward situations.

Robert paused for a second. “I think we need to give it to her.”

Guy looked up and smiled. It was the call he had never expected Robert to make. “Exactly right,” he nodded. “Wendy is an asset. I know Wendy. She deserves it. And, if you didn’t give it to her, she’d be straight off to another company. Finding a replacement for someone with her responsibilities is time-consuming and costly.”

“I knew you’d view it the same way as me,” Robert smiled. “You always see the bigger picture. Sometimes I feel like my father can’t.”

Guy nodded gently, not wanting to commit to badmouthing the major shareholder in front of his son, despite all the many things he could have said.

“You see people for who they are. And you have the sort of relationships around here that most bosses would kill for. They all respect you and want to work hard because you inspire them.”

Guy almost felt embarrassed at the open compliments and he wriggled in his seat. “Thanks,” he shot back quickly. But there was something in Robert’s eyes; a look, or a feeling. Was the boy developing a little crush on him? All the signs were there and Guy had been in this situation many, many times in the past. He watched Robert walking away, unable to stop himself from checking out the handsome glutes and allowing his mind to imagine what it might be like to fuck the guy. He wasn’t above Robert in seniority around here; there was no major conflict to overcome; especially since he only saw himself staying for another year at the very most. But could he really go there?

It came as no surprise that Robert’s relationship with his girlfriend came to a sudden end very quickly after that. He’d been complaining for some time about the toxic ideals of social media and the constant requirement to be ‘seen’ out in public as often as possible in order to boost her career. “She’s more suited to some actor, or someone who does publicity for a living,” Robert had explained as he shook his head over the fact that their break-up had made it into the middle sections of the national tabloids.

“You’re young, free and single now!” Guy had smiled. “You can take some time for yourself instead.” He hadn’t meant to sound flirtatious, but he didn’t seem to be able to help himself once he knew someone was into him. It was the way he had always been, and he didn’t suppose he would ever change.

“What can I get you gentlemen?” asked the attendant, heading over to their table in the small cafe where they were debriefing after a client meeting. The man was large and broad, with a giant stomach that pressed out of his shirt in a way a lot of the men from Guy’s past would have loved.

“Just a mineral water for me,” Guy answered first. He looked across at Robert and sighed in frustration as the boy stared rudely at that large gut. 

This time, Guy didn’t waste any time, giving Robert a quick kick under the table.

“A latte!” Robert shot out, realising immediately that he’d been gawping. “And, uh… have you got any of those brownies left?”

“What the fuck is up with you?” Guy asked the moment they were alone again.

Robert shrugged as if he genuinely failed to understand why he fell to pieces around such obese men. “What do you think it’s like, carrying all that weight around?” Robert asked, still transfixed as the guy headed behind the counter. He glanced back at Guy who was dumbfounded by the question. “Oh, come on…” he sighed. “I saw you with that big guy that time. You must have asked him what it feels like to be so heavy?”

“It’s not something I think about,” Guy replied, seeing that Robert looked unlikely to drop the question unless he gave a more considered answer. “But, I guess I wouldn’t date someone unless they liked their body.”

“Really?” Robert asked. “You date people who actually like being overweight?”

Guy didn’t mind discussing his sex life, but it felt strange to do so with someone from work; someone he wasn’t completely sure he could trust just yet. Back in the early days of his career, it had been slyly advantageous to impress other guys with tales of his sexual conquests. However, as he rose up the ranks, he’d learned to keep these stories to himself, knowing that the expectations were very different up at the top. Now he shrugged, taking his time to reply and only say what he needed to. “There’s nothing sexy about dating someone who hates their body. When I’m with larger folks, it’s usually because they want to be that way. They get off on it.”

Robert sat up a bit and leaned in closer, stimulated by the conversation. “There are people who get off on being fat?”

Guy chuckled. “Of course there are!” There was still so much he could tell Robert; about the gainer boys he had fallen for in the past, and the multiple kinky encounters he had had with guys who were actively trying to fatten themselves up.

The water, and Robert’s brownie arrived at the table and the server promised to follow with the latte shortly. “How do they do it?” Robert asked, eyeing his freshly delivered treat. “How do they let themselves go like that?”

Guy frowned slightly. “Well, what you may see as someone ‘letting-go’ may actually be them building something better for themselves: a body that feels right for them and turns them on. It’s actually very empowering if you think about it.”

“And you think that’s sexy?” Robert asked earnestly; a sweet innocence shining through his bright eyes.

“Of course!” Guy nodded. “Someone loving the skin they’re in - there’s nothing sexier!”

Life at the office suddenly became a lot more relaxed as Sheridan started to take even more of a step back. Guy found himself with a lot more power to persuade the board without the older man’s old fashioned points of view tainting things. It also helped that Robert was so much more in-tune with him; they could present a united front and, although most of the others on the team still grumbled about Robert’s injection into the senior management team, they had to admit that things were running a lot smoother with him around.

Guy had seen so much more of the world since he had moved to work in the UK. It seemed like nothing to pop over to Italy to secure a contract, or fly over to Dubai to capitalise on a lucrative opportunity. Six months after Robert began at the company, the pair found themselves in Sweden, leading part of a business conference. At first, Guy had been frustrated to have Robert coming along, given that it was such a good opportunity to network and find his next career jump. However, it had also been easier having him to share the workload with.

“I didn’t know you were coming down here,” Guy smiled as he saw Robert arriving in the spa changing room just as he himself was dressed only in his tight speedos and pushing the last of his things into the locker. He saw Robert check him out and smiled sweetly to himself. He’d known for a couple of months now that if something was ever going to happen between them, then it probably already would have happened by now. As it was, Robert was very much in the friend-zone. “Are you here to use the pool?” he asked.

Robert shook his head. “I just wanted to try out the sauna,” he replied.

Guy scowled a little as Robert turned his back to start getting changed. In the last few weeks, he’d noticed a little softening of the guy’s jawline and, although it wasn’t always easy to tell under a shirt and dress pants, it did appear as though Robert had gained a few pounds since he’d started full time work. Guy should know, he’d seen more than enough pictures of Robert’s body in the celebrity gossip columns, back when he was dating socialites. So when Robert removed his shirt, Guy could immediately see that his suspicions had been spot on.

It was most obvious when Robert leaned forward to strip his pants; the way his stomach rolled up with fresh fat. He had love handles coming in, clear to see once he turned his back. And those glutes… well, they seemed a little more full that the pert buns Guy had admired when Robert first started at the company. Guy had to say something. He’d been staring too long. He reached out a finger and poked Robert in his stomach. “What’s all this?” he playfully teased.

Robert chuckled nervously and shrank away, turning back around to put his stuff into the locker.

“No, seriously,” Guy pressed on, poking both index fingers into the softness at Robert’s sides now. “Where’s all this come from?”

“I’ve just… not had much time for the gym lately,” Robert replied, stacking his clothes up.

Guy looked at Robert’s butt from behind and nodded in agreement. “Well, that’s pretty obvious!” he agreed. He’d seen lots of guys at the gym start to pack on a few pounds over the years. Often, all they needed was a reality check to get them back on the right path. “I think you need to start doing a little more cardio, buddy,” he declared, turning to walk out and into the pool area.

After a few decent laps, Guy pulled himself out of the water and headed into the sauna, finding Robert still in there, alone. His skin had turned glossy and oily, shimmering as his little roll of stomach fat started to peek over the waistband of his undersized swim shorts.

Guy knew how imposing his own body was: his large frame and well-trained, muscular physique. Even in his early thirties, there wasn’t an inch of fat to spoil his enticing abs and, if anything, he’d only become stronger as the years went by. He flopped down opposite Robert, unable to take his eyes off how chubby the pretty boy looked without his shirt on. 

“So, when did all this start happening?” Guy asked, knowing that he needed to address what he was seeing.

Robert wriggled awkwardly and pulled his rolled up towel to cover his crotch and lower half of his softer midsection. “A few months,” he mumbled. “I’ve just been enjoying my food a little more.”

“No kidding!” Guy chuckled, surprised now by how much he could see the extra weight, even in Robert’s chest. “What’re you going to do about it?”

“Nothing,” Robert shrugged. “I don’t have the time to go to the gym now I’m working so much.”

Guy smirked at this and shook his head. “You mean you don’t want to make time for it?” he asked.

Robert flushed with a little embarrassment. “I’m okay with how I look,” he replied. His attention seemed to turn to Guy’s body instead, given how much scrutiny his own had been under. “Frankly, I had no idea you were so extremely toned,” he nodded at Guy’s torso. “Obviously, I knew you were super fit, but…”

“You’ve never seen me without my shirt on before?” Guy asked, intrigued and surprised at how aroused he was suddenly feeling to be gazed upon by Robert. He sat up straighter and leaned on one arm, posing slightly. There was something so sexy about this dynamic, making Guy feel more powerful and dominant. “How come we’ve never fucked?” he asked, knowing that it was always best to be blunt with the boys who were a little more shy.

Robert’s eyes widened and he stuttered awkwardly, like the overeducated, pompous boy he could very often be. Guy had always loved Robert’s upper class, bumbling English accent and the uptight manners that had been trained into him. It made it all the more fun to tease and flirt with him so blatantly. But with a larger company openly trying to poach him at the moment, Guy knew there wouldn’t be many opportunities like this left to have some fun with the boy. After all, the full benefits package was going to be presented to him as early as next week. He could be gone by the end of next month.

“Well?” Guy asked, pretending to be impatient for an answer. “Do you want to fuck?”

Within ten minutes, the pair were upstairs in Guy’s hotel room, kissing and undressing each other once more. Now that the barriers had been smashed down, Guy was surprised at how keenly Robert’s hands wanted to rub up against and stroke Guy’s erection. The moment the pants were down, the cute boy sank to his knees and took as much of it into his mouth as he could.

Guy exhaled in delight. It was always apparent when someone was genuinely into giving the best blow job they could. It was obvious now just how much he had underestimated Robert’s quiet attraction to him all these months. Like a tightly wound spring, the boy had energetically set to getting them both off the moment the bedroom door had closed, lustfully thrilled by how thick and heavy Guy’s hardness was.

The pair fooled around some more, Guy enjoying the reflections in the large mirror as the pair kissed in front of it. Those doughy little glutes of Robert’s looked so good, Guy knew he needed to take them as soon as he could, squirting lubricant into his hand and sliding it up between Robert’s butt cheeks. He spun the boy around in front of the mirror and gently inserted himself. He knew Robert wouldn’t be fully ready to take him today. It was a gift and a curse being so well endowed, with lovers needing at least two or three sessions to be properly broken in. Instead, Guy contented himself by getting as much in as he could and holding it there, training the hole to stretch. Submissive Robert appeared to love every second as he was held there, in front of the mirror.

“Does this feel nice?” Guy asked the boy, reaching around Robert’s hip to stroke his concrete erection; Robert watching himself getting taken by the older jock in the mirror.

Robert moaned back, his G-spot stimulated, sending his arousal into overdrive.

“Look at us…” Guy whispered, nodding towards their reflections in the mirror.

“I’m so chubby compared to you!” Robert quipped back, making a huge surge of blood pump through his boner, held firmly in Guy’s hand.

Suddenly, it all felt so very familiar to Guy. Robert’s fixation with larger guys had never been about looking down on them. Yet again, had the universe delivered another kinky fat-lover? Guy pressed his oversized erection in deeper, making Robert’s knees almost buckle underneath him. With one hand working Robert’s hardness, Guy used the other in a more experimental way, wrapping his fingers around as much of the fresh blubber in the boy’s stomach as he could, then whispering “It’s a good job you know I like fucking fatties, huh?” he teased. “You’re going to make such a cute chub…”

However close Robert had been before, a surge of pleasure seemed to rip through him. Great jets erupted from between his legs, making Guy chuckle at just how much of it there was and how forcefully it was being expelled from his body. He could always tell when he had just given someone the best orgasm of their life. And, for the first time ever, Guy felt that he didn’t need to climax himself in order to feel completely satisfied.

It was sweet how Robert fell asleep next to him afterwards. Sometimes when the sex was too good, Guy found that whoever it was would tend to imprint on him and become a little possessive. Usually, this was a warning signal for Guy to detach himself as fast as possible. However there was something too intriguing about Robert to give him up just yet. At 5am, he woke Robert with a kiss to let him know he was going down to the hotel gym and promised to meet him for breakfast at 6.30.

“No wonder that ass is so fuckable!” Guy teased, gazing at the plate of fattening meats and carbs Robert returned to their table with. He slipped his hand under the table, rubbing Robert’s knee. His intentions were clear: they were going to go back up to the room before the first session that day. He watched the greedy boy eating, wanting nothing more than to stick his hardness into the salivating mouth. For the first time, he found himself almost captivated by it; the act of eating. Robert definitely had some little hidden kinks when it came to the diet that had added a few pounds to his frame, yet it wasn’t yet clear how conscious he was of them.

Back in Guy’s bedroom, it was obvious how much Robert had overeaten and bloated up his stomach. Despite wanting to get rough and dominant with him, Guy took it slow and made it sensual, noticing how much Robert seemed to love it whenever Guy’s hand drifted onto his rounded middle. The eventual climax was as good as it got, ensuring that Guy broke all his own rules and brought Robert back to his bedroom a further three times before the end of the conference.

Robert’s butt was becoming quite the distraction back in the office. With the guy’s pants getting so tight, the swollen glutes pressed with devastating allure to the material: wider, under-exercised, softening and expanding - was there a more fuckable butt than this in the entire world? Guy knew he was in trouble when Robert bought concert tickets for them both for that weekend. They were slowly morphing into a ‘couple’ despite the secrecy that surrounded everything. It was the point when Guy typically made his excuses and cut things off. Yet something kept him from doing this. When Guy’s job offer came in, he convinced himself that it wasn’t a big enough deal to leave London for; getting his teeth stuck into another major project that would see him wanting to remain in his current job for at least another six months.

“What’re you all laughing about?” Guy asked, diverting into the little kitchen area whilst he was seeing someone on the floor below.

A small group of six people suddenly looked alarmed and stared at him nervously. Guy had had to accept that his seniority in the company meant he would never again be invited along to nights out with the other staff, or be included in the way he had been when he was just starting out. It was just the way these things seemed to work; those nervous eyes looking up at him whenever he ventured out of his lavish office on the top floor. 

“Nothing,” shrugged one of them, who seemed to be in the middle of it all.

“Oh, come on!” Guy smiled back. “I could do with a laugh today.”

There was a sigh. “Alright,” the lady shrugged, stepping closer and holding out her cell phone so that Guy could see the screen. “It’s an article about that jumped-up little Oxford graduate upstairs,” she grumbled, referencing Robert; the nepotism of his hiring still failing to impress those lower down in the food chain; those who had to work for everything they achieved.

Guy stepped in to see as she scrolled down a celebrity-obsessed tabloid webpage that Guy had never paid much attention to. He scanned the text briefly, but it was obvious that the pictures were the main focus. There was Robert of one year earlier, looking toned and athletic as he shirtlessly strolled about on his father’s yacht. However, it was the pictures from only last night that provided the entertainment. Robert had been attending a socialite party with some friends, dressed in an unwisely tight shirt that failed to stretch with the addition of a couple of bloating beers. His pants had been a poor fit too, pinching in at his hips and accentuating new love handles that looked particularly unflattering from the angles they had taken. The double chin on Robert also came under scrutiny, with a close up shot from a low angle making it seem more developed than it actually was.

“I didn’t think fat-shaming articles like this still existed,” Guy exhaled in frustration.

“That’s the British press for you,” one of them chuckled; another American, like him. “Fucking ruthless!”

Guy scowled. He wasn’t laughing. He raced back up the stairs and tapped on the window of Robert’s office, beckoning for him to follow. Once inside, he rolled down the blinds and immediately jumped on his computer. “There’s something you need to see,” he declared to a bemused Robert. Once uploaded, he rolled his chair back and allowed Robert to step in front and see the screen for himself.

“What a bitch!” Robert laughed, recognising the name of the journalist. Everyone seemed to know everyone else in Robert’s world. “This is one of the most vicious things I’ve ever read about myself,” he smirked.

“Aren’t you pissed about it?” Guy asked, feeling exasperated at Robert’s laid back attitude. “We can send it to the legal team; see if there’s anything we can do to have it taken down.”

“And then sue them? For what exactly?” Robert asked back. “There’s nothing that’s not true in there. I really have gained about 50lbs since last year,” he pointed at the text on screen.

Guy sat back, staring at Robert’s chubby butt as the boy continued to lean down at his computer right in front of him. Having initiated a ‘hands-off’ policy at work, Guy was finding it hard to resist touching that big, bloated butt that had been captured so magnificently in the pictures. Robert was smelling great and his fresh love handles seemed to be pushing out even more than Guy had seen them before. He was turned on. For the first time in his life, he felt aroused in a way that he was unable to put into words. Despite his outrage at seeing the cruel article on Robert, he couldn’t deny the fact that it had turned him on. It was a feeling he disliked in himself and he had wanted to push it away. Sure, he had dated guys in the past who would have enjoyed the very much public disapproval of their weight gain, but how was he to know that Robert would appreciate any of that? Had dating those gainers warped Guy’s brain into finding all that public humiliation irresistibly arousing?

“At least the firm got a mention,” Robert smiled, stepping away from the screen at last. Was that a bulge he was trying to conceal? “You know what they say: all publicity is good publicity!”

Guy stood up and placed his hands on Robert’s rounder butt, pulling him into him. Fuck the self-imposed rules about not kissing in work; he was horny and so was his cute little chub. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Guy whispered seductively, safe in the knowledge that the blinds were closed.

“Even though the whole of London is laughing at me?” Robert teased back.

“Fuck everyone else!” Guy shot back. “You know I’d never ask you to diet,” he whispered alongside another kiss. “In fact, why don’t you let me take you out for dinner tonight; someplace with the lovely, greasy, high-carb junk food you can’t get enough of…”

Robert cooed with interest, allowing Guy to kiss him over and over again. “And I can eat as much as I want?” he asked, continuing the flirtation.

Guy smiled proudly and bounced the doughy glutes he was going to pound later on. “You bet!” he nodded. “You won’t hear any complaints from me!”

Guy wondered how much longer it would be until the all important conversation with Robert would happen. It had been almost five months since they’d hooked up on the business trip and, despite the secrecy around their relationship, neither of them was seeing anyone else. For Guy, it was a huge deal to have committed to sleeping with only one person in that whole time, yet it had all happened quite naturally. Sexually, it seemed that the pair of them were very compatible. Guy would swiftly move from a romantic, nurturing lover, into one with the fitness and stamina to fuck Robert all night long. In return, Robert liked to be seduced and tempted. There was a submissive side to him and he enjoyed being pampered and taken care of. Since getting together, it was obvious that his weight gain was speeding up and he’d pushed out quite the beginner-belly in that time. It was sitting, round and tempting in his shirts, making Guy appreciate how lucky he was that Robert felt so comfortable with him to just…let his appetite go like he had. The extra pounds felt like their own, quiet love language, despite the fact that it was clearly symptomatic of something much more erotic.

“Quit staring!” Guy laughed as a fat guy waddled into the restaurant behind his similarly obese wife. In the past, he’d found it embarrassing how much Robert would ogle; his fascination towards those extreme bodies getting the better of him.

“Sorry!” Robert replied, trying to refocus on his menu. Freshly shaven, his new double chin always looked so adorable when his head was in that position. Only a few minutes earlier, they’d bumped into a few friends of Robert’s ex; all of them staring disapprovingly at the little pot belly that was starting to make itself very well known.

Guy reached his giant hand under the table and stroked Robert’s knee, not quite knowing what was going through his head. “Order as much food as you like, okay?” he smiled sweetly.

Robert nodded and didn’t disappoint.

“You’re doing it again,” Guy laughed later on, as the pair of them were sitting in a bar near Soho, enjoying the buzz of the evening. “I’ll have to take you home to the US sometime. We have some of the fattest guys around, especially where I’m from, in West Virginia.”

Robert shook his head as if he was trying to restart his brain, apologising once more. “I don’t know why I do it,” he sighed. “I just…” he began, before sighing with frustration at being unable to put it into words.

“You just need to know what it feels like,” Guy finished for him.

Robert turned his head to look at Guy properly. “Yeah, that’s exactly it,” he nodded, seemingly delighted that his lover knew him so well.

Guy slipped his hand onto Robert’s little pot belly, rubbing it back and forth. “I saw the little boner you got, reading that mean article about yourself,” he teased.

Robert looked around, checking that no one else could see them. He smiled, turning back to Guy and allowing himself to be seduced; Guy’s lips getting aching close to his own. “Oh, yeah?” he whispered excitedly back.

“I’ve known for a long time,” Guy smiled, slipping his fingers under the slight overhang of belly fat and jiggling. “You want to be a real fat boy, don’t you?” His voice was almost cracking with arousal. He loved kinks in all their different forms, having experienced so many with the great variety of sexual partners he had had over the years. But this weight gain kink seemed like so much more; the physical transformation, the contrast; the confidence, combined with humiliation and submission. It ticked so many boxes for him. Best of all, Guy had had the time of his life these last few months, trying to gently tease it out of Robert. “It’s the reason why I’m taking you for more food after we leave here,” he smiled. “I know that you need to experience what it’s like to carry a much larger gut than this.”

Like putty in Guy’s hand, Robert kissed him. “I can’t believe you’re willing to put up with this,” he chuckled, lifting his arms higher so that Guy could jiggle his stomach even more. “Most people would just think I’m a freak!”

Guy smiled back. “Maybe I’m enjoying it,” he teased, grabbing a full wedge of Robert’s belly fat and just holding it still for them both to see. “Maybe I’m a freak too...”

Robert grinned with lust. “I ate so much before at the restaurant!”

“You did,” Guy smiled. He’d never particularly enjoyed waiting around as his lovers overate to satisfy these types of kinks. However, he at least understood how it all tied in with the erotic process of gaining weight; the greed, the gluttony, the deliberate bloating with calories. “...And you’re going to eat even more shortly,” he whispered back.

Robert raised his eyebrows. Was Guy really serious about that?

“You’re a gainer,” he stated frankly to Robert. “You do realise that, yeah?”

Robert looked around once more, checking that they were still unobserved. Somehow, putting a label on all this had suddenly solidified everything in both their minds.

“I’ve seen all this before. You need to keep pushing; keep overeating, again and again. Otherwise your weight will plateau and your belly will stop expanding.” He looked at his lover seriously. “And you don’t want that, do you?”

The chubby boy stared back with absolute lust. He shook his head, picked up his beer and drained the remainder of his pint. “Come on then!” he grinned. “What are we waiting for?”

The prospect of moving in with a lover was something Guy had never believed was right for him. Yet, there he was, unloading all his things into Robert’s city apartment, whilst the rest of his stuff had gone into long-term storage. It had been quite the gamble, releasing the equity in his home to further invest in the start-up AI company he had sunk a vast amount of cash into three years earlier. However, it was now or never if they were to corner the market like they needed to. Robert had agreed and been the one to suggest the cohabiting solution; his business advice being the one Guy trusted more than any other, having worked so closely for months now. As a couple, they worked well. They understood the joy they both got from their work and shared a similar mindset when it came to almost all other things. Stil, moving it had made Guy nervous, and it had taken him longer than his rational business brain normally operated in order to make a decisiona bout it. However, in return, Guy now had a majority 62% share in his own company, and had found that he could live more than happily alongside his doughy lover in North London.

With Guy around, Robert had seemed to double down on his weight goals and recommit in a way he had never allowed himself to before. Just like Guy was pouring protein shakes into himself after the gym, Robert was doing much the same with his own fattening concoctions; his kinks developing in all new ways. Within a couple of days, they had fucked in every room; Guy being unable to resist the fresh, plump broadness of Robert’s once toned and slender butt cheeks.

Now that Robert could be so open about his desires to gain weight, he actively enjoyed listening to Guy’s past experiences. Unlike most people, who didn’t want to hear about their partners’ previous lovers, Robert wanted to hear tales of Mikey and Dillon over and over again, and how Guy had sat back, excitedly watching them growing fatter and fatter.

“I don’t know what my parents are going to think about us being together,” Robert fretted, knowing that his family were soon returning for the holidays from their villa in Italy.

“Why?” Guy asked. “Because I’m the first man you’ve dated?”

“No,” Robert smirked cheekily back. “Because you’re an American!” he teased.

The pair laughed and Guy launched into tickling him for his playful rudeness. “Seriously, though. Your dad loves me. Before he stepped back from the business, we used to get on great.”

Robert nodded, but there was a worry in his eyes that didn’t abate as the big day arrived. Guy should have been aware that something was wrong the moment Robert slipped on the giant sweater that morning; the one with the huge roll-up neck. Black and loose fitting, it was clear that the man was trying to conceal the extent to which he had fattened up in the last twelve months. But in so doing, what he actually became was a dark, thick, shapeless block, with chubby thighs that strained against the smart pants he wore below.

Guy had had relatively little to do with Robert’s family since they had started dating. The pair had both had the sense that their relationship wasn’t being taken all that seriously. Robert had not long turned twenty-four and his dad had openly referred to his son’s romantic attachment as a ‘phase’ that Robert was going through. As such, Guy dressed smartly, cancelled all his plans for Christmas Day, prepared suitably expensive Christmas gifts and drove himself and Robert to the family home in Kent; a lavish country manner, handed down over generations.

Despite everything Guy had anticipated, he hadn’t been the focus of the day whatsoever. Gasps and horrified looks greeted them as Robert strolled in and removed his large winter jacket. The comments hit hard and fast. They were harsh, fatphobic and unjustified, setting Guy at odds with the family each time he called them out, unprepared to let their prejudices slide.

“I thought you guys video called every week?” Guy whispered to Robert the moment they had a second alone.

Robert seemed drained and exhausted from it all. “I may have told them my camera has been broken these last few months,” he replied.

Guy exhaled, now realising the absolute shock everyone must have felt. Despite the relatively good job the sweater was doing at masking a lot of the blubber, since September, Robert’s cheeks had been blowing up in a way that had altered the entire shape of his face. The gains had been further documented in a second critical article about his appearance back in October, however Guy suspected that such garbage hadn’t reached the family, safely tucked away in Italy, upon the shores of Lake Como.

“Mum and Dad are going to remove me from the company,” Robert fretted on the way home. “Especially now you’re leaving.”

“No they’re not!” Guy replied, trying to calm his boyfriend’s melodrama. “Even your dad can’t argue with the share price since you started running things. He’s just pissed and lashing out.”

“Dad doesn’t want ‘a fat guy’ to be in charge,” Robert grumbled next, quoting his father’s words exactly. “I was hoping today would be about them getting to know you properly, but…”

Guy sighed. The day had been disastrous. He could tell that he was going to be at odds with Robert’s family until he agreed to do what they wanted and insist that Robert dieted. They both felt flat for the remainder of the evening, making Guy wish he had cancelled his flight home to see his folks that week.

Upon his return, a very different Robert greeted him. A new personal trainer had been appointed and, together, the pair of them had cleared away anything in the cupboards that she felt was contributing to Robert’s ‘weight problems’.

“You’re not cross, are you?” Robert asked.

“Cross?” Guy echoed. “Why would I be cross?” he chuckled, hugging the man he had fallen so deeply for. “Gaining is your thing, not mine. If you want to quit, I’ll support you however I can.” In truth, he had never expected Robert’s gains to last forever. Sure, the man had caught the gainer bug, but it wasn’t quite as extreme or important to him as it had been for someone like Mikey, in Guy’s past.

Robert hugged him sweetly back, having made up his mind that a new year demanded a fresh start. He began eating better and taking Guy’s advice on nutrition; even joining him for a round or two at the gym. Robert was soon pulling out his older clothes from the back of his closet, replacing the large winter sweaters with more fitted t-shirts in time for the Spring. Yet, two cute and stubborn love handles remained at his sides; a testament to the kinky fun that he had once enjoyed so much.

Guy had never enjoyed work so much since he’d left Robert’s family firm to head up the AI company he had invested so heavily in. Now he was no longer just making money for other people, he could work hard, put the work in, and reap the rewards tenfold. There was so much potential with the technology, and he had been working closely with the British Ministry of Defence to showcase how they could use some of their adapted systems. It was exciting, that buzz of adrenaline from making things work, capitalising on successes and carving out new opportunities for an increasingly valuable and influential company.

Robert was busy with his work too. With his father and Guy out of the way, things actually became easier to manage and there was a clear leadership structure in place.

“Off out for lunch with clients again?” Guy teased him, looking over Robert’s shoulder and seeing the calendar on his cell phone screen. “Careful! You’ll be getting all chunky again!” he joked, sliding his hands over Robert’s chest and down to the small, remaining store of belly fat that refused to budge.

A bulge in Robert’s pants jumped to attention whenever Guy joked about his  yo-yoing weight. Now that Robert had relaxed a little, he’d wanted Guy to start the kinky talk in the bedroom once more, telling him how fat he could be and the things he would do to his body once he was round and blubbery. This was the thing Guy liked best about dating those with kinks; it was just so easy to turn them on and have them pumped up and ready for some sexy action. There were trigger actions and words that could flip any boring situation into something exciting and arousing, all with so little effort. And, once again, Robert was nursing quite the erection.

“For my birthday next week, I want to try pouring double cream down your throat,” Guy whispered to him. “Like we used to in the old days.”

Robert moaned in pleasure at the thought, clearly replaying those kinky memories from the past.

“You’d forget about your diet for one day, wouldn’t you?” Guy asked, sliding his meaty hand over Robert’s crotch.

Robert nodded submissively. The old habits were creeping back in; the longing to feel his body holding more weight again. The instances where he was willing to forgo his strict exercise regime were increasing. Guy knew that it was only a matter of time before the gains began anew. Perhaps it would be a fun life, this continuous cycle of weight gain and loss.

Taking Robert over to visit Guy’s family had been considerably less stressful than the Christmas in Kent. Guy’s mother had long accepted that her handsome son was a law unto himself, living a whirlwind existence that she could hardly comprehend. She liked Robert, thinking him handsome and much like the typical romantic, bumbling Englishmen of the many movies she had watched over the years. Guy’s aunts had agreed, never noticing once how much Robert was overeating the entire trip.

Surrounded by tempting, tasty foods around every corner, as well as fascinating specimens of obesity in Charleston, Guy’s home city, Robert had carried a lust about him the entire week. For Guy, it reminded him why he loved dating gainers so much. As Robert gorged himself on take-out in the hotel room, Guy could hold the man’s impossibly hard shaft, playing with it as gently and delicately as he could, for fear that it could, and would, explode at any second.

“I want to be a fat boy!” a horny Robert would exclaim, right before climaxing, time and time again.

Guy would then chuckle, nodding his head in agreement. “I know you do!” he’d shoot back, his eyes dancing with delight; the greatest of all pleasures seeing his boyfriend overtaken by his own lust. In truth, it would be easy. Robert had already fucked up his metabolism last time. The pounds failed to shift like they should in a normal, athletic, mid-twenties male and they packed back on with shocking speed. But when Guy told him that, there was no stopping the sudden surge from Robert’s groin, and the complete mess that was made all over the bed as jets flew in every direction. A simple week away had spiked Robert’s weight by an incredible fifteen pounds. 

“You look so fucking sexy!” Guy growled, admiring the large butt that had reappeared on his lover, filling his work pants right back up again.

Robert twisted his hips in the mirror to get a good look, smiling proudly. “I wish you were a proper feeder,” he sighed. “I know I would go so much further if I knew you were going to get off on making me gorge myself.”

Guy tried not to show how cut up he felt. He remembered how he had lost previous lovers for the exact same reason. They wanted more from him than he felt capable of giving. Sure, he loved bringing Robert to the absolute heights of lust, but he wasn’t in the habit of devising a food schedule, nor engaging in endless calorie counting; the true nuts and bolts of gaining. Guy considered how best to remedy this. No longer having an office to travel to each morning, he used the time to stock up the cupboards with all the things he knew Robert liked to feast upon when he was horny. And boy, during this most recent gainer phase, those fresh pounds certainly caused Robert to be horny! It was like a self-propelling cycle of lust, overeating and pleasure. In the time since Robert had last gained, Guy had developed a better knowledge of the kinky little pet names his lover enjoyed: Piggy, Fat Boy and Porker. He could throw them in whenever he wanted, and enjoyed messaging Robert at work to ensure he was wound up and horny by the time he got home, ready to eat.

The results were inevitable. Sexy, undiluted fat slid back onto Robert’s body with ease. His butt blew back up even more, but he was undoubtedly carrying more on his belly this time, making even his largest shirts requiring upgrades.

“Are these new trousers?” asked Robert one morning as he trotted about to get ready.

Guy, who had already returned from an hour-long session at the gym, smirked and nodded his head. “With a little extra growing room for my Fat Boy!” he whispered teasingly back. In truth, he knew that the same thing would eventually happen as last time: Robert would get put off and start his diet all over again, making himself miserable in the process. What he needed was a lover who would ease him into the changes smoothly and be there to show him how sexy his swelling body could be; similar to how a true feeder would; the ones who consumed Robert’s fantasies as he watched his body swelling up.

Now that Robert had been at his family’s firm for over two years, he didn’t worry about suddenly being replaced by his disapproving family. They needed him, as well as his sharp business brain, to keep bringing in the flow of wealth. Likewise for Guy, things had continued to go from strength to strength and there had been some decent press coverage of the technology his company was developing. They’d bought premises in North London and were expanding into the north with further development centers. The success was intoxicating, and when Guy felt happy, he certainly became hornier and hornier.

“Head back!” Guy ordered his boyfriend as he held the pot of cream aloft. He smirked, looking at how insanely hard his blubbery boyfriend got whenever Guy treated him to a feeding like this; never failing to explode at the prospect of greater amounts of deliberately fattening calories.

Down they all went, time and time again; the fat building into his waist, puffing up his arms and broadening out the glutes; each pound making Robert hungrier for more. Hitting 270lbs had been a huge thing for him, but Guy wasn’t sure the boy could make it to the full three hundred. Already, he had started to complain about how much he was sweating and a couple of his friends had dropped him from their groups. He now looked so contrasting in appearance to Guy. Whilst this was thrilling and exciting on good days; bad days, he felt self-conscious and low.

Guy had been thinking about it for some time as he set his computer up in his hotel room. Being so far away from Robert for six weeks had been challenging, but the business opportunities in California were unrivalled. Guy could see how much further ahead his own company’s technology was to any other. Of late, all they had to do when encountering issues was to question the technology itself, leading to massive creative growth, developing at a faster pace than any of them had ever anticipated. It was the whole reason why he knew it wouldn’t fail him with Robert that evening. The computer knew the objective: getting Robert as horny as possible by making him eat the most calories that it could.

The deep-fake version of Guy came on the screen. It really was remarkable seeing Guy’s own mannerisms and voice reproduced so flawlessly. “Are you ready to eat for me, Fat Boy?” it asked.

Immediately, Guy could see the naive Robert responding. He began to eat to the gentle teasing of the software. As Robert replied to it, the computer seemed to learn more and more about him, soon branching off-script and generating its own responses that it knew its target would better appreciate. In a matter of minutes, it was speaking to Robert as if it had an even more in-depth knowledge of the man’s kinks than Guy had acquired in the last three years. And just look at Robert go! He was gorging himself like an absolute pig, rubbing his fattening belly and jiggling it in a way that Guy had never witnessed him doing before. He didn’t need to track the calories that Robert was eating, the computer was scoring it all at the bottom of his screen; the number steadily increasing towards the target. “Come on, Fatso!” the software teased, prompting whenever required. “Get it all down for me!”

By the time Guy got home, he knew that Robert’s pants were going to be completely busted. There was no way the man could cope with encouragement like this every evening and not pack on a staggering amount of fat. How exciting it would be, knowing that his lover was about to be a lot softer the next time he touched him…

Looking at the data from these sessions, Guy picked up a lot of tips by the time he made it home. He reconfigured the software, generating full reports and connected up the bathroom scales into the system so that he could gather even more information. It was clear that the trial was making a huge impact, especially when it started messaging Robert at work, reminding him of the importance to eat; using the trigger words it knew to be the most effective. When Robert’s watch would feed into the system that he was feeling stressed or low, the software would generate further kinky messages and even purchase food to be delivered that it knew would spike Robert’s dopamine. But in the monitoring of what Robert ate, the computer soon learned which foods promoted Robert’s weight gain the most. Unlike many fatties, heavy carbs, like pasta, failed to have the impact that meats and cheeses appeared to generate. 

With such immediate effects, Robert had rapidly surpassed his previous high weight, entering into all new, blubbery territory. For Guy, it was incomprehensibly erotic to be able to touch or grab any part of his lover’s body and have the man turned on to such a wild extent. Using buzz words or phrases from the software reports made Robert instantly hard. Wafting a sugary treat under his nose, or commenting on the disastrous fit of the man’s clothes created a sexual arousal like nothing Guy had seen before. It was as if Robert’s entire sex drive had been trained to activate upon even the gentlest jiggle of his fleshier body. In Robert’s own words, the system had been ‘the best gift’ he had ever received. Even as he surpassed 300lbs, all thoughts of dieting appeared to be completely off the table.

“That’s Rachel Rivero,” Robert pointed out a few weeks later as he and Guy attended a charity event in The City.

“So, that’s her!” Guy smirked, gazing upon the journalist who had written all the critical articles about Robert’s weight gain. The most recent piece, only last week, had been the most savage of all as she even chased up quotes from members of Robert’s family to comment on how significantly obese he had become. “She’s hardly slim herself!” Guy grunted disapprovingly at the middle aged woman sipping champagne by the large ice sculpture.

Guy bided his time, leaving Robert with some mutual friends before he slipped back to find the journalist in question. He had the instinct to try and protect his lover, wanting nothing more than this fatphobic, judgemental woman to simply back off from picking on Robert.

“My name is…” Guy began, holding out his hand the moment there was an opening to introduce himself to her.

“I know who you are,” the lady sighed back, as if she already knew everything Guy was going to say. “The answer is ‘no’. I get good numbers on my articles about your little boyfriend.” She eyed him suspiciously. “Although, maybe the real story is why such a handsome man as yourself would even go after someone who struggles so much with his weight?” She eyed his powerful body up and down. “You are quite the specimen!” she smirked, as if smelling a potential story.

“Or, maybe the headline should be about you,” Guy stated, smiling confidently. “Picking on Robert by writing mean articles about him, simply because you'd ended your secret, extra-marital affair with his father… it doesn’t exactly smack of professional integrity, does it?”

Rachel stiffened, sensing a challenger. “Darling, no one’s going to believe that!” she smirked, starting to walk away.

“They will with all the evidence I have saved on here,” Guy returned with an equally condescending smile as he lifted his cell phone. “Pictures, documents, receipts, CCTV footage,” he nodded. “It’s amazing the things you can dig up when you set your mind to it…”

The woman glared, understanding that this was no bluff. Ten minutes was all it had taken for Guy to access the software to complete a deep dive into everything about this woman. What would have taken a personal investigator five years to amass had been automatically downloaded onto Guy’s cell phone, all whilst having a glass of mineral water at the bar.

“You don’t want to start something with me,” Rachel warned, retreating nonetheless.

“I’m sure I won’t need to,” Guy threw back, smiling victoriously. “Just leave Robert alone!”

Pleased with himself, Guy walked back over to Robert, gazing upon that thick, chubby ass with pride. Ever since he’d introduced the virtual feeder tool, Robert had been piling on the blubber like never before; those soft, squishy glutes showcasing every last calorie that had been desperately consumed. Robert never would have worn pants so snug to come to an event like this before; having also chosen a shirt that stretched so unflattering across his love handles. To Guy, it seemed so thrilling; like Robert’s kinkiness was being harvested and controlled; he desired food and sex in equal measures and had become more submissive to his lust for Guy than ever before. When he held the fat boy's little dick in his hand, it was so devastatingly hard, and always pathetically easy to bring keep it teetering on the very edge of an extreme orgasm.

Guy snuck up behind him and rested his strong arm over his lover’s shoulders, turning and seeing Rachel eyeing him coldy from afar. She really had been a hateful presence these last couple of years. Although the AI software had recently seemed to find a way to make Robert enjoy the humiliating content and pictures in those articles, letting her know that she couldn’t push them around had still felt every bit as satisfying as Guy had hoped. Now they could at last live their lives in peace.

“Oh my goodness!” Guy exclaimed four weeks later, seeing the article the moment he woke up, having had it sent to him by three different people in his circle. He could feel the dread consuming him as each paragraph made for more and more damning reading. Not only was this new article providing the most extreme pictures of Robert’s over 360lb body to date, but that disgusting journalist had clearly set out to ruin Guy himself. There he was, being outed as: ‘The world’s most prolific feeder.’

For the first time in years, Guy’s first love, Mikey, was staring up from the screen at him; comparison pictures of them both from when they’d started college, alongside a recent picture of Mikey with an additional four hundred pounds filling up his body. There were quotes from people Guy had known in college, twisted to back-up the case that Guy had fed and ‘destroyed’ a promising young academic with his devious kink.   

Quite a few paragraphs were devoted to Dillon too. That bastard had even provided Rachel with quotes, speaking openly about how much Guy had enjoyed his greedy appetite and lust for his expanding body. “Without him, I never would have ended up at 500lbs,” he’d stated, right before the article went on to detail, in quite devastating detail, the timeline of Robert’s own transformation; gaining weight pretty much as soon as he had met Guy and started dating him.

It didn’t take a genius to work out that Guy’s reputation was in tatters. The comments section alone was enough to show just how cleverly Rachel Riverto had twisted all those little facts to make him seem like the most evil being to have ever walked the Earth. The timing couldn’t have been more disastrous. It had been a sting operation, ensuring that the Ministry of Defence would pull out of the major deal they were about to sign with Guy’s company that very afternoon, destroying years of work that had led up to this moment. Guy felt sick to his stomach. In his whole career, he’d never experienced such a personal, calculated attack.

It was ironic; in all those years, Guy had never considered himself a feeder. He’d simply enjoyed sharing in these guys’ kinks and admired their confidence as their bodies expanded in ways that most of society disapproved of. There was no crime in that; was there?

Having built up more and more shares over the years, Guy was able to refuse the wishes of those in his company who wished for him to step down; though he had to fight hard and argue well for that privilege. With every setback came a further opportunity, Guy had decided, looking at his enormous, lardy boyfriend getting hard by reading all the comments on the new pictures of his 360lb body. With the complete shit storm that had consumed Guy’s life, it was cute how Robert seemed to care so little, and how incredibly hot he appeared to find it all instead. The Robert of old would have run a mile the second a scandal like this broke out. Now, it was all part of the erotic play that was his life.

“So, what are you going to do now?” Robert asked, feasting upon a large pizza and stroking his giant, fat-filled stomach in front of the TV, much like he did every evening.

Guy smiled, feeling, in a strange sense, like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. There was no way he could have watched Robert grow like he had in the last six months and not realise that there was a serious business opportunity in all this. However, he never would have had the confidence to go for it had his name not been dragged through the mud like it had been that week. He rubbed his finger proudly across his lover’s enormous double chin. The AI had prompted Robert to keep it well shaved and it really had helped to make him look more obese than ever before.

“I may not be a feeder,” Guy began. “But I’ve somehow created the most effective motivation tool in the world,” he smiled. “And I imagine that’s not the only thing this technology could do,” he nodded, enthused by the untapped potential of what he had developed. “I believe that there are billions of people with other fun, playful kinks; just like this, too embarrassed to share it with another human being.”

Robert pulled a sceptical face, like he hadn’t even realised how much his own behaviours and physical appearance had been transformed by the technology that had been brought into his life by Guy.

Guy grabbed a giant wedge of Robert’s belly fat as he continued to make his point. “The technology was already good, but you realise you’ve packed on almost 40lbs since we introduced your brain scan data into the system six weeks ago? You wake up in the night to eat ice cream, you can’t seem to get off unless you’re stuffed! You’ve turned into this great big, fat ball of kink!” he nodded proudly. “If I market this slowly, collect more neural data…” he explained, more to himself than anyone else. “I could get better at mapping these kinks; all the different fetishes out there! Then I could provide people with the most erotic experiences of their lives; unlock desires they never even knew they had!”

“It’s still only a face on a screen,” Robert replied, seeming to cautiously accept some potential in what Guy was saying.

“Then we take it off the screen!” Guy smiled. “We put it in ear-pieces for bored husbands and wives, wanting to spice up their love lives. We use it to create bespoke AI erotic movies for folks to enjoy. We develop androids that can pleasure their targets like nothing else on the planet. By the eightieth generation of this software, the possibilities will be limitless!”

Robert stacked another two slices of pizzas and bit down on them both, nodding. “Alright,” he nodded. “It’s a pretty lucrative idea,” he agreed.

Guy smiled proudly and kissed his fattening lover, admiring the vast contrast between their bodies as they made love later that evening.

“Do you think this is going to happen to more folks then?” Robert asked as he pinched his belly fat. “Your AI systems have learned so much about my fat kinks, it’ll uncover it in more people?”

“Without a doubt!” Guy grinned back, taking hold of Robert’s fat himself and jiggling it joyfully. “Hundred of them. Thousands. Maybe even millions! Delicious, kinky little fuckers, growing their bellies out, just like you!”

“That journalist was right,” Robert smiled, feeling himself starting to climax at the touch. “I really am in way over my head!”

“You think so, Fatty?” Guy asked, having learned from the neural data how much Robert’s arousal spiked at that name.

Robert nodded, his eyes rolling back into his head. “...I really am dating the world’s most prolific feeder.”

Guy smiled, watching as Robert could hold back his orgasm no longer. He was about to bring this pleasure to everyone, across the entire world. Again and Again. After all these years, perhaps he was feeder after all…

[maxpounds]

Twink Death

The bass thumped like a heartbeat, reverberating through the crowded club as neon lights flickered in rhythmic pulses. Simon glanced at his reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar. His blond hair was artfully tousled, and he wore a tight white tee that clung to his slim frame, tucked into skinny black jeans. He was used to attention but felt a little jittery tonight. Michael, his best friend, coworker and fellow roommate, had dragged him out, insisting they needed to "blow off steam" after a hectic week at the clothing store.

“Look around, Simon,” he said, gesturing with his empty glass. “This place is teeming with men who would kill to buy a twink like you a drink.”

“All they want is a one-night stand.”

“And what's wrong with that?”

Michael winked, then disappeared into the throng of bodies on the dance floor, leaving Simon standing at the bar. Simon scanned the room. That’s when he noticed him: a man in his late thirties just a few feet away, casually leaning against the bar like he owned the place. Broad shoulders filled out a crisp navy button-up that strained slightly over his chest, and his brown hair and neatly trimmed beard gave him an effortlessly mature air. His biceps flexed slightly as he raised a glass of whiskey to his lips. The man’s gaze met Simon’s. His brown eyes softened into a smile, and he walked over with the confidence of someone who had nothing to prove.

“Hi,” he said, his voice deep and warm. “I’m Jeff.”

Simon blinked, caught off guard.

“Oh, hi. Simon.”

He shook Jeff’s offered hand, his smaller fingers disappearing in Jeff’s firm grip.

“You look like you could use a drink,” Jeff said, nodding at Simon’s nearly empty glass. “Mind if I get you one?”

Simon hesitated for a split second before nodding.

“Sure, why not?”

Jeff signaled to the bartender and ordered another gin and tonic for Simon. As they waited, Jeff turned to face Simon fully, towering over him in a way that was somehow both intimidating and intoxicating.

“So, what brings you here tonight, Simon?”

“My roommate dragged me out,” Simon said. “I’m not much of a club person, honestly.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow. “Really? You look like you fit right in.”

“Thanks, I think?” Simon replied, a faint blush rising to his cheeks.

Jeff chuckled. “It’s a compliment.”

Simon's drink arrived, and they clinked glasses before taking sips. The conversation flowed effortlessly—Jeff talked about his work as a Realtor, his passion for architecture and how much he loved discovering hidden gems in the city. Simon shared stories about the chaos of working retail with Michael. Before long, Jeff leaned in closer, his cologne—a mix of cedar and spice—invading Simon’s senses.

“Do you dance?” Jeff asked, his tone playful.

“I do,” Simon said, shyly.

Jeff extended a hand. “Come on, then.”

Simon placed his hand in Jeff’s, letting him lead him to the dance floor. The music was loud, the beat infectious, and Jeff’s presence steady and grounding. They moved together, Jeff’s strong hands guiding Simon’s hips until Simon let go of his self-consciousness. Their bodies pressed closer, and Simon felt a flutter in his chest every time Jeff’s dark eyes locked on his.

“Simon, I’d like to keep talking. My place isn’t far. Would you like to come over?”

Simon hesitated, glancing around for Michael. He caught his friend on the far side of the dance floor, waving and flashing a thumbs-up. Taking a deep breath, Simon turned back to Jeff.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

The sleek black SUV pulled into the underground garage of a luxury high-rise in downtown. Simon looked out the window, marveling at the clean lines of the building and the shimmering skyline. Jeff parked the car effortlessly and turned to him.

“Welcome to my place,” he said.

Simon followed Jeff to the elevator, their hands brushing as they walked. When they stepped into Jeff’s apartment, Simon’s jaw dropped. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a stunning view of the city, and the open-concept living room was immaculate, with modern furniture, tasteful artwork, and a kitchen that looked straight out of a magazine.

“This is... wow,” Simon said, turning to Jeff.

Jeff set his keys on the counter.

“Glad you like it. Make yourself at home.”

Simon wandered over to the windows, while Jeff grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine. He handed Simon a glass, their fingers grazing, before leaning casually against the counter.

“You’re even more stunning in this light,” Jeff said softly, his voice like honey.

Simon felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“I bet you say that to everyone you bring here,” Simon teased, sipping his wine.

“Only when it’s true,” Jeff replied, his eyes never leaving Simon’s.

The tension between them simmered, and before Simon could respond, Jeff closed the distance between them. His hands slid gently around Simon’s tiny waist, pulling him close. Their lips met in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, filled with heat and longing. Simon melted into Jeff’s embrace. They moved to the bedroom, where the city lights cast a soft glow across the luxurious space. Clothes were shed, kisses trailed, and hands explored, Jeff’s touch both tender and consuming. Simon felt completely seen, completely adored.

After having amazing sex, they lay tangled in the sheets. Jeff’s arm was draped over Simon’s slender frame.

“You’re incredible,” Jeff murmured, his voice husky.

Simon turned to face him.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he teased.

Jeff smiled, then grew serious, his gaze softening.

“Simon, I want you to know something. I don’t just see this as a one-time thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I want to take care of you,” Jeff said, his voice earnest. “You seem special, Simon. I want to pamper you, spoil you, take you on dates...”

Simon blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in Jeff’s words.

“Really?” he asked softly.

Jeff nodded.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean. Let me treat you the way you deserve.”

Simon felt a flutter in his chest, a mixture of excitement and disbelief. He had never been pursued so openly, so confidently.

“I... I think I’d like that,” he said.

Jeff grinned, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Simon’s forehead.

“Then how about dinner tomorrow night? A proper date.”

Simon nodded eagerly.

“Okay.”

Jeff pulled him closer, his strong arms enveloping Simon. As they lay together, Simon felt a sense of warmth and security he hadn’t experienced before.

***

Here he was, sitting in a vinyl booth at a 24-hour diner across from Jeff, who looked very happy. The warm smell of fried food and syrup hung in the air as Jeff casually flipped through the menu.

“Are you hungry?” Jeff asked, noticing Simon fidgeting with his straw.

“Only a little,” Simon lied, though his stomach growled softly in protest.

Jeff chuckled, the sound rich and warm. He flagged down the waitress.

“Two cheeseburgers, two orders of fries and two chocolate milkshakes. Oh, and a plate of waffles with ice cream for dessert. Sound good?”

He winked at Simon. Simon opened his mouth to object but couldn’t bring himself to ruin Jeff’s enthusiasm.

“That’s… a lot of food.”

“You don’t have to finish it all,” Jeff said with a shrug, though the gleam in his eye suggested he hoped Simon would.

When the food arrived, Simon stared at the towering cheeseburger, the golden fries glistening beside it, and the decadent milkshake topped with whipped cream. Jeff dug in without hesitation, biting into his burger with gusto and groaning in satisfaction.

“You’ve gotta try this,” Jeff said between bites. “It’s amazing.”

Simon hesitated, but the aroma was too tempting. He took a cautious bite, the melted cheese and juicy patty practically melting in his mouth. Before he knew it, he was reaching for the fries, then sipping the milkshake. Jeff watched him with a satisfied smile.

“See? Told you it was good.”

By the time the waffles arrived, Simon was full but couldn’t say no when Jeff slid the plate toward him. Two scoops of vanilla ice cream oozed over the warm, syrup-drenched waffles.

“Just a bite,” Jeff said, though Simon noticed the encouraging tone.

Simon groaned as he took a forkful.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“Only in the best way,” Jeff replied, smirking.

That first date set the tone for the beginning of relationship. Simon quickly discovered that Jeff had a talent for making indulgence seem irresistible. Every time they met—usually at Jeff’s spacious apartment, there was always something sweet in the kitchen. A pink box of fresh donuts on the counter. A chocolate cake with thick frosting in the fridge. A carton of premium ice cream in the freezer, always paired with Jeff’s insistence: “Have a little. You deserve it.” Jeff had a knack for making Simon feel special, showering him with compliments and small surprises. He’d pick Simon up after work, whisking him away to a cozy restaurant or back to his place, where they’d curl up with a movie and snacks. Jeff always seemed happiest when Simon gave in to his offers—taking the extra slice of pizza or savoring the brownie Jeff had baked himself.

At first, Simon didn’t think much of it. Jeff clearly loved seeing him happy, and the attention was intoxicating. But after about a month, Simon was starting to notice some changes. His skinny jeans felt a little tighter. His favorite shirt clung in places it hadn’t before. One evening, while stepping out of the shower, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His once-flat stomach now had a slight curve, and his face seemed a touch softer. When he stepped onto the scale, the digital numbers blinked back:

15 pounds heavier.

Jeff entered the bathroom. His gaze dropped to the way the briefs hugged Simon’s growing hips and how the waistband strained against his softening waistline. Simon turned, catching Jeff staring.

“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing. You’re just… perfect.”

Simon rolled his eyes, but his blush betrayed him.

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s true,” Jeff murmured, wrapping an arm around Simon’s waist. He tugged him close.

“And you know what? I think you’re getting even more perfect.”

Simon squirmed slightly but didn’t pull away.

“But I’ve gained weight.”

Jeff grinned.

“Yes. And I love every single bit of you.”

His hands slid down, cupping Simon’s ass.

“Especially this.”

Simon let out a surprised laugh.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

Jeff tilted his head. He gave Simon a gentle squeeze, earning a mock glare.

Over the next few weeks, Jeff’s obsession grew more obvious. He loved surprising Simon with treats, always framing it as an act of care. He’d surprise Simon with his favorite pastries, or he’d whip up elaborate dinners that always ended with a rich dessert. He never outright said it, but Jeff was thrilled to see Simon indulging. And Simon—despite his initial reservations—found it hard to resist. Jeff was so good at making him feel cherished. “You deserve to be spoiled,” Jeff would say, handing him a plate of double-fudge brownies. “Let me take care of you.” The results were impossible to miss. Simon’s hips filled out his jeans in a way they hadn’t before, and his thighs started to press against the seams. His briefs became a challenge to pull on, the fabric stretching tight over his fuller ass, often leaving the top of his cheeks exposed. Jeff loved those moments—catching Simon struggling with a waistband or seeing him shift uncomfortably on the couch, adjusting the fit of his too-tight clothes.

***

Curled up on the couch one lazy Saturday night, Simon sat with a bowl of his favorite ice cream while Jeff rested his hand on Simon’s thigh. Jeff’s hand kneaded the soft flesh.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” Simon asked, glancing at Jeff with a teasing smile.

Jeff didn’t look embarrassed—if anything, he looked proud.

“Into what?”

“You know,” Simon said, gesturing vaguely at his body. “Fat.”

Jeff pulled him closer.

“I’m into you. I love everything about you. And yeah, I love that you’re letting me spoil you. I love how happy you look when you’re eating something you enjoy. And, if I��m being honest…” His hand slid lower, resting on Simon’s fuller backside. “I can’t get enough of how sexy you look.”

Simon’s face turned pink.

“You’re something else, you know that?”

Jeff’s adoration was undeniable, and it was hard for Simon not to feel flattered by all the attention. Still, he couldn’t ignore how his wardrobe was shrinking, or how every pair of briefs he owned now clung to him like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. But every time he caught Jeff staring—his brown eyes full of love and hunger—Simon couldn’t help but feel a thrill.

After having a coffee the following morning, Simon stood in front of the mirror. He realized his ass had grown a lot, spilling over the top of his briefs and making it impossible to find pants that fit properly. His tits and belly looked bigger too. He sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair as Jeff walked into the bedroom, carrying a pink box of donuts.

“You bought donuts again?” Simon asked, narrowing his eyes.

Jeff grinned.

“Of course. You love these.”

Simon crossed his arms over his chest.

“Jeff, we need to talk.”

Jeff set the box down on the nightstand, his brow furrowing.

“What’s wrong?”

“This,” Simon said, gesturing to himself. “I’ve gained twenty pounds, Jeff. My clothes don’t fit. I can’t keep eating like this.”

Jeff stepped closer, his hands finding Simon’s love handles.

“Simon, you look incredible.”

“I look chubby, I'm not a twin anymore” Simon shot back, his cheeks flushing.

Jeff tilted his head, his brown eyes softening.

“You look hot. You’ve always been gorgeous, but now… I don’t know. I love you like this.” His hands slid down to cup Simon’s big ass, squeezing gently. “Especially this. It drives me crazy.”

Simon tried to pull away, but Jeff held him firmly.

“Jeff, I mean it. I need to go on a diet.”

“You don’t need to do anything,” Jeff said, his voice low and soothing. “You’re perfect the way you are.”

Before Simon could protest, Jeff pulled a donut out—a glazed, sugar-dusted ring that practically sparkled under the light.

“Open up,” Jeff said, holding it to Simon’s lips.

“Jeff, I—”

“Shh.”

Jeff’s other hand slid around to Simon’s belly, his fingers brushing over the soft curve.

“You know I love you,” he murmured, his tone dripping with adoration. “Let me take care of you.”

Simon hesitated, his resolve wavering. Jeff leaned closer, his lips brushing against Simon’s ear.

“You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” Jeff whispered. “You have no idea how crazy you make me, Simon.”

The sweet, buttery flavor melted on Simon’s tongue as Jeff’s hand continued its exploration, squeezing his developing man boobs and then reaching his dick.

“Good boy. You’re so sexy,” Jeff said, his hand jerking him off. “Every time I see you in these tight little briefs, I lose my mind.”

Simon swallowed.

“I don’t feel—”

“Shh,” Jeff cut him off. He picked up another donut, holding it between his fingers like it was something precious, and crouched to meet Simon’s gaze. “I love how soft you’ve gotten. How much you’ve let me take care of you.”

“Jeff…” Simon began, but his voice faltered when Jeff brought the second donut to his lips.

“Open,” Jeff said, his tone both gentle and commanding.

Simon hesitated but parted his lips. He took a bite, the sugary glaze melting on his tongue.

“Good,” Jeff said with a satisfied smile. “That’s my boy.”

Simon moaned as Jeff continued to feed him. By the time he was on his third donut, Jeff stop jerking him off and his fingers slipped under the waistband of his briefs, tugging it down to expose Simon’s round butt cheeks. He gave them a slap. Simon was torn between embarrassment and excitement.

“Do you really like my new curves?,” Simon asked.

“You have no idea,” Jeff replied, grabbing another donut.

Simon finished it slowly.

“I can’t eat anymore,” he murmured, his voice shaky.

“Yes, you can,” Jeff said, his hard dick now entering Simon's ass. “For me.”

Jeff gave Simon another donut.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” Jeff said, his voice thick with desire. “And you’re going to let me love every inch of you.”

***

A few months passed, and Simon barely recognized himself. His once-fitted clothes had long been replaced by stretchier options that could accommodate his growing figure. His belly was soft and round, resting comfortably over the waistband of his sweatpants, and his hips and thighs had thickened noticeably, giving him a fuller, almost plush appearance. Jeff, of course, was over the moon. His constant attention and affection made it impossible for Simon to feel anything but adored, even as he packed on more weight. Simon loved how Jeff’s eyes would light up every time he grabbed an extra helping or indulged in the treats Jeff always seemed to have on hand.

One Saturday afternoon, Simon sat on the couch of his shared apartment in his underwear, lazily scrolling through his phone. Michael arrived after being on a date.

“Holy crap,” he blurted out, his wide eyes scanning Simon’s body. “Look at you”

Simon glanced up.

“What?”

“You’ve gotten huge!” Michael said, gesturing toward Simon’s belly. “Is this Jeff’s doing?”

Simon shrugged, trying to hide his smile.

“He just likes spoiling me, okay?”

“Simon,” Michael said, exasperated. “You were, like, a twink icon, and now—” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I mean, are you happy?”

Simon looked down at himself, running a hand over his soft stomach. He thought about Jeff—the way he looked at Simon, touched him, worshiped him—and nodded.

“Yeah. I am.”

Michael groaned.

“Whatever.”

Simon was sprawled on Jeff’s bed later that night, recounting the interaction while Jeff rubbed his fat belly, grinning like he’d won the lottery.

“He called me huge.”

Jeff chuckled.

“He’s right,” Jeff said, his voice low and reverent. “You are huge now.”

Simon blushed.

“My sexy ex-twink,” Jeff murmured, pressing kisses to his belly. “You’ve let me take care of you so well. And look at you now. You’re perfect.”

His hands roamed freely, exploring every curve, every new softness. Simon shivered, his embarrassment melting under Jeff’s touch and words. He loved how much Jeff adored him, how desired he felt despite—or maybe because of—his growing body.

“You’re mine,” Jeff said. “My beautiful, fat boy. And I’m going to keep loving you—and feeding you—for as long as you let me.”

Simon moaned as Jeff’s mouth engulfed his dick. He didn’t really care about Michael’s reaction or the numbers on the scale. All that mattered was Jeff and the way he made him feel like the most cherished person in the world.

Jeff stirred awake, the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he turned his head to see Simon already sitting up on the edge of the bed. He stretched, his arms reaching overhead, and Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off the way his soft belly rounded and shifted with the movement. His love handles curved gently over the waistband of his new briefs, which had also grown so tight that they seemed to struggle to contain him. The fabric cut into his hips, emphasizing the generous swell of his behind, which jiggled slightly as he stood. Jeff bit his lip as Simon hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the too-small briefs and tugged them down, revealing the full glory of Simon’s ass. It was round and plush, its fullness accentuated by the way it swayed naturally with each step toward the bathroom. His thighs rubbed together as he walked, the soft flesh shifting with every movement. As Simon stepped into the bathroom, Jeff heard the sound of the shower starting, water splashing against the tiles. He couldn’t resist any longer. Throwing the covers aside, he padded across the room and slipped into the steamy bathroom.

“Jeff!” Simon exclaimed, half-turning to look at Jeff.

“Couldn’t stay in bed,” Jeff said with a hard-on.

The water ran down Simon’s body in rivulets, highlighting every curve. His belly glistened under the spray, the soft flesh jiggling slightly as he shifted his weight. Jeff’s hands found Simon’s hips almost instinctively, pulling him close.

“You’re stunning,” Jeff murmured, his voice husky.

Simon rolled his eyes, though his lips curved into a shy smile.

“Well, I'm almost 300 pounds.”

Jeff's fingers started kneading Simon's belly, marveling at its warmth and softness.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered.

Simon shivered as Jeff’s hands slid lower, tracing the curve of his thighs before moving back up to cup his ass. Jeff squeezed gently, his hands full.

“You’re obsessed,” Simon said, his voice breathy.

“Completely,” Jeff admitted, planting a kiss on Simon’s lips. “You’re everything to me. I love you”

“I love you too, but I'm worried I'll never be fat enough for you.”

Simon turned around and leaned against the smooth tile. Jeff's hands rested on Simon’s thick waist, fingers sinking slightly into the soft flesh. His round belly jiggled slightly with every shift, and his love handles spilled over Jeff’s large hands. Jeff’s touch was deliberate, reverent, as he let his palms slide along Simon’s sides, squeezing gently. Then his hands moved up, cupping Simon’s chest. His thumbs grazed over Simon’s soft man boobs, teasing the sensitive nipples. Simon gasped, arching his back slightly. Jeff leaned down to kiss the curve of Simon’s neck.

“I want to pamper you even more.”

Simon's belly quivered as Jeff’s hands wandered lower, gripping the wide curve of his ass.

“Even more?” Simon asked.

Jeff’s grip tightened, and he kneaded the round flesh, his hard dick digging into the softness.

“Oh, much more,” he said.

[fatliterature]

The Streamer

Something was happening to Carlos. 

Before it began, he was an early 20s hoodie-wearing streamer boy. See his tub of protein powder on the shelf behind him, his laundry basket in the corner, his gym bottle reflecting the blue LED lights of his room. He had all the gear, the lights, the mic, a good brb animation, his subscriber count wasn’t crazy but he was happy with his progress. ‘What is uppp guys uhhhhhh I’m gonna stream some Fortnite tonight guys… but I also wanna watch some stupid videos on YouTube maybe?’ See his face framed by his hood. He’s cute, he has big dark eyes and thick eyebrows, lots of potential. This is the night he makes a mistake. ‘Okay okay okay lemme get up my YouTube okay I have uhhhh…’ He shares his screen with the viewers. There is a kind of guilty pleasure in seeing a streamer’s screen shared for a few seconds, a weird wallpaper, a messy desktop, how many notifications? He opens the browser and brings up YouTube. It’s the usual recommended videos, they look like yours, games, video essays, meme compilations. But what’s that? The bottom right hand corner. There is a recommended video. It’s on his ‘watch again’ list. The screen changes but it’s too late. The chat starts to react. ‘Uhhhhh what are you all talking about?’ There’s a long pause. Belly play video. Belly play video. Bro…. Belly play video? WTF LMAOOOOOOOOO. Bro is watching belly play videos whatttt. OMG. No. No, no, no, no. ‘Chill. Someone uhhhh somebody sent that to me as a joke chat literally chill.’ It’s fine. They’ll move on. They’ll forget it. Jesus why would the algorithm do him dirty like this. Last time he ever shares his screen on his YouTube homepage. Plus, it was TRUE, somebody had sent him it as a joke, and he had loved it, he’d laughed and watched it again, and again, and again. Each time laughing less, each time getting a little quieter, totally perplexed, and… curious. ‘OKAY guys, we’re gonna go to Fortnite.’ He thinks the moment is forgotten. But someone watching him won’t forget. 

It’s a few months later. And chat is driving him crazy. He had started eating on stream, just snacks and whatever. But someone in the chat was making it into a thing. 600 calories! The first time they did it he barely noticed. But the next time he ate… 450 calories! Was that the same person in the chat? 1800 calories!!! OMG yesss! Okay, so every time he ate something, they were gonna comment the amount of calories it had, kind of a weird joke. Also, what the fuck, this meal has 1800 calories? He finished his soda. 400 more calories! Keep it up king! Fuck. Something about this was making his brain feel funny. ‘Chat why is everyone calorie counting me? Let me live!’ He looked away from his game for a second and read the chat. We love it king. You should eat more. Everyone spam 5000 CALORIE GOAL in the chat right NOW. 5000 calorie goal!! 5000 calorie goal king Carlos!! You can do it! BANG! He looked back at his game. Game over. You placed #80th. ‘Fuck.’ How long had he been staring at those words? ‘Alright guys, clearly I suck at this game tonight.’ His heart beat a little faster. ‘You wanna see me reach 5000 calories by the end of the stream? Get me to 5000 subscribers! Then maybe I’ll think about it you fucking weirdos.’ 

It’s a few months later again. This is where it’s safe to say, something was happening to Carlos. He tried not to think about it too much. His audience of subscribers had grown, a lot. And they seemed to be in on the joke. It was a joke by the way, the calorie counter at the top of the screen, which had made the chat go WILD when he first put it up to make them laugh. Carlos found that the more he leaned into the joke, the more his subscribers grew. The more he did what they wanted, the more they came back for more. The more he ate, the bigger he got. And he had definitely gotten bigger. ‘I mean chat, look at me, you’ve made me blow up it’s not even funny, I don’t move off this chair and you want me to RAISE the daily calorie goal are you insane?’ He jiggled a little when he laughed. His brain felt funny a lot of the time now, it made him feel kind of foggy, to play along with this. But what was he doing? He had actually gained weight… and he had yes, gained a lot of subscribers too. And they loved it, they loved it more than the games he was streaming. His breathing got a little faster. What if my subscriber count just kept getting bigger? What if I kept it up? Could this be like, my gimmick? Ge could just let his chat decide how big…. His breathing got a lot faster. Up until this point, he had denied the semi erection that happened every time he started thinking like this. He tried not to think about it too much. But he wanted those subscribers, he wanted his platform to grow… he wanted…to grow. What? ‘Chat I think you guys are messing with my head.’ A long pause. The comments appeared… We just want you to be who you truly are - Calorie Carlos! Omg yes. Calorie Carlos… our fat streamer boy. Carlos felt dizzy. Calorie Carlos! Our growing streamer pig lmaoooo. Okay, his erection wasn’t going away. What the fuck was happening. He tried not to think about it, as he reached for the keyboard. He tried not to think about it, as he raised the daily calorie counter to 6000 a day, he tried not to think about it, as he lifted his hoodie, jiggled his belly for the camera, and changed his name to Calorie_Carlos. 

It’s a year later. The games Carlos plays are almost irrelevant. The calorie counter glows in the corner of the screen, it makes sounds and animates as it tracks his every meal, and every time it updates the chat goes wild. The more he gave in, the more he shared his growing belly and showed himself eating, the more every stream filled with responses. Encouragement. Looking good Calorie Carlos! Looking BIG. Keep growing! This changed the landscape of his chat. It…. turned him on, it KEPT him turned on. And eventually it began to change the landscape of his brain. Good streamer. Good piggy. Never stop. He couldn’t get away from it. The hazy brain fog that happened when he read these things, it became how he spent most of his days. Show your belly in the next 1000 calories king. Good fat boy! Eat more for us. What effect did this have on Carlos? He stopped worrying about why this turned him on, the validation he received from so many subscribers meant his mind was filled with encouragement and gluttony, it struggled to find space for anything else. His personality began to change. See his tubs of ice cream on the desks around him, his neglected gym gear pushed into the corner and hidden under empty pizza boxes, his 2 litre bottles of soda reflecting the pink LED lights of his room. He is Calorie Carlos. ‘What is upppp guys uhhhh URPP tonight I’m getting a HUGE fast food order and I’m gonna rate it all as I eat it, I know you all wanna see this massive belly when it’s full ha! Well, you’ll just have to keep watching.’

[baszin]

185

There's no doubt he had a little bit of pudge. After leaving college, he had already accomplished his "freshman 15" but something just wasn't quite right. He had a desire to become larger, he knew how... but didn't want to show it to the judgmental society he lived in. He tried to fulfill this wish by hitting the gym, atleast something was getting larger, however his insatiable quench was still unsatisfied. He just needed a little push.

215

During his bulk, every miniscule feeling imploded within him. With every pound he gained, he could feel his shirts becoming just a little more tighter, his swimming trunks slightly harder to put on, his belly taking up just a little more space. Of course, people started to notice; he even got kicked from lifeguard duty, but his ambition started to burn with a new fiery passion. With every mention of his changing physique, his desire to grow grew larger and larger. This was his push, his catalyst. There would be no going back.

300

He finally felt what he had desired for so long. He was no longer held back by his fears. He's evolved into a vision. A hungry vision.

It was getting hard for him to read the scale, however every time he read the scale go up, he felt a rush of wanting more. Most of his days were now stuffing his self with anything he could find. He became so lazy the drive to the gym was too far, so he spent his hours inside. Yet, his new desire grew so large, he just wanted more. His lust was trapped and hidden away for so long, he just burst (physically and metaphorically.) He couldn't contain this beast, even if he tried to. Soon, it will be 400. And 500. Until he's become so big he cannot stand on the scale. The beast inside him, is still unsatisfied.

[bigboy-2023]

Alex (left) and Brady (right) are two fit bros. Alex spends more time burning off calories while Brady is always going to the gym and eating everything in sight. Brady wanted to see how big he could get. Alex said, "You are already big enough! Are you sure you want to get bigger?" Brady said, "Yes, I want to be as big as possible."

Alex drove Brady to an all you can eat buffet and when they arrived, Brady could smell all of the food cooking and it smelled so good he got 5 plates piled high with food. When they got to the table, Brady tore through each plate and cleaned them all in 10 minutes. His stomach growled so loud he decided to clean out the entire buffet, which he did in 20 minutes. The waiter said, "There's nothing left!" They both left and Brady wanted more. Brady stared at Alex and he looked too good not to eat. Brady wolfed Alex down his stomach and then went to the gym. He went all out for two hours with no breaks. He left the gym, got in the car, and he went home.

Part 2 coming tomorrow

[feeder86]

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.

[charliegyrth]

Giving In - Part 1 of 2

Carl Wants a Belly

“Let’s get that,” Carl said as he walked shirtless out of the bathroom.

I was already in bed, enjoying the sight of my handsome boyfriend strutting toward me. He was 5’8” and very slim, a prototypical twink if his chest and happy trail weren’t so dark and hairy. I loved that about him.

“Get what, babe?”

“What do you mean?”

“You just said ‘let’s get that.’ What are you talking about?”

He laughed as he crawled into bed. He climbed on top of me and slid his hands over my hairless, muscular chest. “I said, ‘let’s get fat.’ You should have your ears checked.”

“Oh… Wait, what?”

“I’m serious. Wouldn’t that be fun? Give in to all the gluttony. Treat ourselves to all the delicious foods that we’re too scared to eat. Add a bit of chub to our bellies.” He moved his hands to my flat stomach and patted it like a drum. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re crazy.”

“Am I, though? The only reason I stayed fit was because I wanted to land a boyfriend. And guess what? I landed one.” He kissed me.

“I don’t want you to get fat,” I said. “I like the way you look.”

“Thanks, Max I like the way you look, too. But I’d also like you with a chubby little tummy.” He kissed my stomach. “Would you be open to that?”

“No.”

“Okay,” he said, as if it wasn’t a big deal. He slid off me and stretched his lean body next to mine. He kept rubbing circles on my stomach.

He was clearly thinking about what I would feel like with a gut.

“Why would you even want that?”

“I don’t know. I just thought of it in the shower. I was like, ‘I wonder what Max and I would look like with chubby bellies.’ And then I came out here and mentioned it to you. But I guess you’re not interested.”

I stiffened in my pajama bottoms. Carl noticed.

“Or maybe you are.”

“I’m not.”

“Your body doesn’t lie, Max. You like when I talk about our future bellies.”

I got harder.

“See?”

“No. It’s because I’m lying in bed and my boyfriend can’t stop touching me.”

He pulled his hand away, leaned close, and whispered in my ear, “Bellies.”

I was hard as a rock.

“That doesn’t prove anything.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.” He flopped his head onto the pillow.

I wasn’t in the mood before, but now I really was. I reached toward the nightstand for the lube.

“Nope. Not interested.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re denying your feelings, Max! Come on. Just think about it. We won’t have to go to the gym anymore. We can eat whatever we want. And we can… I don’t know. Do a bunch of other stuff.”

“I really don’t know what’s gotten into you,” I said.

“Good night, Max.” He clicked off the lamp.

“Okay, fine. I’ll consider it.”

Carl climbed on top of me. I’d just told him what he wanted to hear.

***

I woke up late the next morning. After our very strange conversation last night, we stayed awake pretty late. I was still sore.

I could smell something delicious from the kitchen.

“Carl? What are you cooking?”

I found him in front of the stove, wearing an apron and nothing else. His muscular ass was on full display, round and firm and quite hairy. His cheeks shifted as he balanced from one foot to the other. He was so focused on cooking that he didn’t hear me.

“Carl!”

He spun around. “Morning, honey. I’m making pancakes!”

“Is this because you want us to get fat?”

“Maybe.”

“I told you I’d consider it. I didn’t agree to—”

“Consider it over breakfast,” he said. “I’m almost done.”

I trudged over to the counter and sat in my usual chair. Less than a minute later, he brought over a stack of pancakes. He’d made a dozen of ’em.

“I’m going to have one,” I said.

“Sure. Me too.”

He locked eyes on me as we both ate. I had to admit, it was delicious. It had been years since I’d had pancakes. I didn’t even know we had the ingredients.

“Good, right?”

“Yeah,” I grumbled.

Pretty soon, my plate was empty. I really wanted another one, but I didn’t want Carl to read anything into it.

He finished his, too.

“I'll have another if you do.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

We both scooped up another pancake from the pile. I added a bit more syrup this time.

God, it was delicious.

“So what do you wanna do today?” he asked. “We can check out the farmers’ market.”

“I thought we were going to the gym.” We always went to the gym on Sunday.

“We could, if you really want,” he said. “Or we could stroll around the farmers’ market, maybe go thrifting afterward. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

I saw what he was doing, and it wasn’t going to work.

“I’d prefer to go to the gym,” I muttered through a mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah? You think running on a treadmill is more fun than a lazy day of shopping with your boyfriend?”

“No. But…”

“See? If we allowed ourselves to chunk out a little, we’d do fun stuff. Together. Stuff we actually want to do.”

“Fine,” I said. I looked down at my plate. The second pancake was already gone. I hadn’t realized I’d eaten it so fast.

Carl sped up to finish his, too. “Have another.”

“No!” I said.

“Are you full?”

“Yes,” I lied. I really wanted a third one. Dang, why did they have to be so delicious?

“Suit yourself. But it’s okay if I have another one, right?”

“Whatever.”

He hummed to himself as he took another pancake and smothered it with syrup. He moaned as he chewed the first bite. “Mmm. So good.”

I glared at him as I took a third pancake for myself.

“See? We’re having fun already.”

***

The farmer’s market was incredible. Carl loaded up on a bunch of fruits and veggies, spending a lot less than we would at Trader Joe’s. I was particularly excited to try the plums. Those looked delicious.

It was a sunny day, and we strolled down the aisles holding hands.

“Now isn’t this so much better than the gym?” Carl asked.

I grumbled.

“Why are you trying so hard to be gloomy?”

“Sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Ooh, look! Ice cream!” He ran over to the ice cream stall, his ass looking particularly perky in his short shorts. I loved when he wore those.

I followed close behind. “Aren’t you full from those pancakes?” Against my better judgment, we’d eaten all of them. Six each. I still felt guilty about that.

“Well, yeah. But… I mean, ice cream! You love ice cream!”

“I’m not getting ice cream.”

“Can I, though?”

I shrugged.

He ordered a double scoop of sweet cream with Reese’s cups. He knew that was my favorite. I watched him take a lick and absolutely melt at the taste. “God!”

“Fine. I’ll have the same.”

We sat on the grass, eating our ice cream. Carl looked happier than he’d ever been. “You know, I really missed this.”

“What?”

“Just spending time with you. It would be great if we did this kind of stuff more often.”

And it would. I loved seeing him so happy.

But I still didn’t like what he wanted to do to us.

“I’m not going to get fat, Carl.”

“That’s okay. No pressure.” He looked down at his half-finished ice cream. “And if I do, just me, that would bother you?”

I didn’t respond. I wanted to say yes, but I knew that would ruin the moment.

He took my silence as an answer. “Oh,” he said, filled with disappointment. He put the rest of his ice cream to the side.

“Carl, don’t be sad.”

“It’s okay,” he said in a way that definitely sounded not-okay.

I felt terrible.

“Don’t get like that. Eat your ice cream.”

“You mean…”

“Go for it.”

He picked up his dessert and gave it another lick. “Even if I get a little belly?”

“Yeah. Even if you get a little belly.”

He kissed my cheek, leaving behind a sticky lip-print.

***

When we got home that afternoon, we had produce, a weirdly-accurate caricature of Carl, and a vintage lamp to go in my study. We were also full of pancakes, ice cream, funnel cake, and greasy sandwiches from a diner.

Despite all my protests, Carl always got his way. He always knew what to say to make me give in. He was like an adorable, little supervillain.

But if we kept having days like these, he wouldn’t be little for much longer.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked. He was already on the couch, switching on Netflix.

“Sure.”

“How about a romcom?”

“No romcoms, please.” Carl had the worst taste in movies.

“Okay. You pick.” He handed me the remote. “I’ll go make us some popcorn.”

I didn’t argue. I knew he’d guilt me into caving in again.

When he came back, I’d chosen a horror-comedy and Carl had a massive bowl of the butteriest popcorn imaginable. I told myself that I wouldn't eat any of it, but of course, I did.

Read Part 2 here. You can find all my stories here.

[maxpounds]

OnlyFat

Nigel looked at himself in the mirror, as he did every morning, admiring his toned and sculpted body, the result of years of dieting and hard work at the gym. At 28 years old, he felt at the peak of his physical form. Firm muscles, broad shoulders, and a defined abdomen, along with his handsome face and sizable cock, had earned him a considerable number of followers on OnlyFans. While he wasn’t a millionaire, earning an average of about two thousand dollars a month allowed him certain luxuries and a pretty comfortable lifestyle. He enjoyed his routine. He filmed private videos, always eager to please, and responded to the strangest and most specific requests from his fans. No matter what they asked of him, he always found a way to enjoy it; perhaps due to his naturally submissive nature, something he had discovered long ago and now used to his advantage.

That Tuesday, as he checked the messages in his account, he came across a proposal that made him pause. It was from someone named Dom43, who had written to him several times before, though never with such a direct request. The message read:

“I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you gain ten pounds of fat in a month and send me a video of the results. No tricks. I want to see how you change. What do you say?”

Nigel raised an eyebrow and reread the offer over and over. It wasn’t the typical request he was used to. At first, it seemed strange, almost absurd. But the money—a thousand dollars!—was a considerable temptation. Plus, a part of him, the part that had always enjoyed obeying and submitting to others’ desires, felt a twinge of excitement at the idea. After a few minutes of thought, he shrugged and let himself go with his gut.

“I accept,” he wrote back.

He knew doing this would change something, though he wasn’t sure what. What he didn’t expect was just how much this would lead him down an unexpected path.

For Nigel, gaining ten pounds in a month didn’t seem like much of a challenge. And he knew that once he hit the goal and pocketed that thousand dollars, he could go back to his strict diet and regain his physique in a matter of weeks. It was just a simple detour, a small, temporary indulgence. Nothing serious. With that assurance, he decided to change his eating habits.

That same afternoon, he went to the grocery store, filling his cart with everything he normally avoided: frozen pizzas, pastries, salty snacks, and especially lots of tubs of ice cream, which he promised himself to devour every night. Salads were out of the picture for a few weeks. When he got home, the idea of indulging in unrestrained pleasure, of breaking the rules he had imposed on himself for years, turned him on. Even more so when he remembered he was doing it for Dom43, to fulfill his request.

That night, he sat on the couch in front of the TV, a pizza on one side and a tub of ice cream on the other, a smile on his face. At first, he ate because he was hungry, but soon that hunger turned into something darker, more intimate. He kept eating, even though he was no longer hungry. The mere thought of knowing he was stuffing himself, filling up to please someone, gave him a thrill he had never experienced before. When he finished, he lay back on the couch, gently stroking his slightly bloated stomach, feeling strangely satisfied.

***

Two weeks had passed, and Nigel had fully embraced his new routine of excess. He was eating as if it were a competition. The food filled him, but what really satisfied him was the idea of transforming his body at someone else’s request. He knew he was changing, that his body was reacting. And it was confirmed when he weighed himself: eight pounds gained. He was close to reaching his goal.

The next day, while working out, his personal trainer, Mark, noticed something different. Nigel was in the middle of doing crunches when Mark let out a mocking laugh.

“You’ve been slacking a bit, man,” he said, giving Nigel’s stomach a light tap. “You’ve put on some weight. And not just around the belly…” Mark added, motioning toward his backside.

Nigel laughed, trying to hide the heat rushing to his face. “Yeah, well, I’ve been indulging a little—nothing serious.”

Mark shook his head, but the comment stuck with Nigel. That teasing remark hit deep. It didn’t bother him, though. On the contrary, he liked it. For the rest of the workout, he couldn’t stop thinking about how his body was changing, about how much Dom43 would enjoy watching him soften up.

When he got home, he quickly stripped off his clothes and looked in the mirror. He touched his stomach, which was no longer as flat as it once was, and caressed the soft roundness beginning to form on his rear. Mark’s words echoed in his mind, and at that moment, Nigel couldn’t resist any longer. He collapsed onto his bed and jerked off, reaching the most intense climax of his life. What had started as a simple game to make some money had now completely consumed him.

The month had come to an end, and Nigel was ready. He carefully set up the camera, making sure the lighting was perfect, bright enough to highlight every change in his body, to show Dom43 the results of his effort. He stood in front of the mirror, took a deep breath, and began undressing slowly, recording the whole process. First, he removed his shirt, revealing his torso. His chest, once firm and defined, now had a slight sag to it. His belly, swollen and covered by a soft layer of fat, folded into rolls when he bent slightly. Then he pulled down his pants, leaving him in his tight white briefs, which now clung to him like never before. His thighs were noticeably thicker. But the real surprise came when he turned around. His ass, bigger and rounder, seemed to want to burst out of the tight fabric. The briefs could barely contain it. He gently touched his ass, feeling its fullness. Without missing a beat, he moved to the scale he had placed in front of the camera. He stepped on it carefully, watching the numbers climb rapidly. And there it was, the number that left him stunned: 191 pounds. He had gained fifteen pounds instead of the ten Dom43 had asked for. Five extra pounds, the result of his complete submission to food. Seeing the number, Nigel instantly got hard, unable to help himself.

“A hundred and ninety-one...” he muttered to himself.

Without thinking any further, he let the excitement take over. He jerked off in front of the camera, his breath ragged, and his moans filling the room. He did it for Dom43, but also for himself, for everything he had discovered about himself in the process.

Once finished, he sent the private video with a mix of anxiety and satisfaction, eagerly awaiting Dom43’s response. It didn’t take long to arrive: a payment confirmation accompanied by a comment that made Nigel shiver. “You’re a pathetic pig. You gained all this weight just because I told you to. I love it.” Nigel read aloud quietly. “I’ll give you ten thousand dollars more if you gain another twenty pounds in two months. Do you dare to become my fantasy?”

Nigel sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his still-naked, slightly sweaty body after the recording. His phone’s screen glowed with Dom43’s message: ten thousand dollars to gain another twenty pounds. The offer was tempting, too tempting. With that kind of money, he wouldn’t have to make more videos for months. He could take a break from his online life and focus on something else. Just the thought of that financial freedom made him feel relieved. But there was something more—a deep desire to please Dom43, to follow his orders, to submit to whatever he asked. It consumed him inside. He had discovered a new form of pleasure. Every pound he gained, every humiliating comment, ignited something within him that he had never felt before. Pleasing Dom43 had become almost an addiction. Yet, fear lingered in the background. He had already gained fifteen pounds, and although he initially thought he could lose it easily, he was starting to doubt whether the same would be true for thirty-five pounds. What if he couldn’t? What if continuing to gain weight destroyed the success of his OnlyFans account?

***

Nigel never imagined he would lose so much control. What started as a challenge, almost a game, had become a new reality. In just a month and a half of nonstop eating, he had gained the twenty-pounds Dom43 requested, pushing his body to limits he had never thought possible. Now weighing 211 pounds, the man he saw in the mirror was almost unrecognizable. His belly hung over the waistband, his thighs rubbed together with every step, and his once firm chest now bounced lightly with each movement. But the most shocking transformation of all was his ass, now enormous, two soft masses that jiggled with every step. And for some reason, that excited him more than it scared him.

When he arrived at the gym one afternoon, Mark greeted him with his usual mocking grin.

"Well, look who's here: my star client," Mark said sarcastically, his eyes scanning Nigel’s new body.

Throughout the workout, Mark made constant comments about his weight. Every time Nigel did a squat or lifted weights, he could feel Mark’s eyes on him, watching how his belly wobbled or how his ass strained against his shorts, which barely contained it anymore. But the most intense moment came after the workout when Nigel stepped out of the showers. As he was drying off, he noticed Mark watching him from across the locker room.

"Jesus, man..." Mark said, his eyes trailing over Nigel’s naked body. "You're huge. Like, seriously."

Before Nigel could respond, Mark stepped closer and gave him a smack on the ass. The sound echoed in the room, and Nigel’s butt cheeks rippled under Mark’s firm hand like jello. Nigel felt his face heat up, a mix of shame and arousal spreading over his skin.

"Damn," Mark laughed, "that moves like jello. What have you been eating, ice cream by the gallon? You’re getting obese, dude."

Nigel couldn’t answer, his throat dry, his mind stuck on the echo of Mark’s words. Obese. It was the first time anyone had called him that, and instead of being offended, the word hit him like a lightning bolt of pure desire. He tried to laugh, but the sound came out weak, almost choked.

He stood in front of the camera, taking deep breaths as he prepared for his second private session with Dom43. Like before, he undressed slowly, savoring each moment. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a torso that no longer had any trace of the firm muscles he once prided himself on. His chest was soft and round, visibly moving with each breath. His nipples had widened and felt unusually sensitive as he brushed his fingers over them. Then he slid off his pants, left in the same white briefs from the previous video. This time, they felt like a cruel joke. The edges dug into his hips and thighs, squeezing him in a way that was both uncomfortable and intensely arousing. His swollen belly hung slightly over the waistband, which seemed ready to give up the fight. Nigel turned to face the camera, letting it capture the most obvious change of all: his ass. It completely filled the briefs, making them look absurdly small. The fabric was stretched to its limit, with the tops of his cheeks spilling over, exposing the crack as if the briefs couldn’t possibly contain so much mass. He gave a slight shake, and his ass jiggled, continuing to bounce for a few seconds before settling. Seeing himself like that—so exposed, so impossibly large—sent a wave of arousal through him that nearly made him lose control right then and there. Nigel couldn’t help but smile. He knew Dom43 would love seeing what he had accomplished. The high point of the video came when he stepped onto the scale, carefully positioned in front of the camera. He showed the result: 211 pounds. Thirty-five pounds more than he weighed when this all began. He couldn’t help himself; the thrill of having transformed for someone else, of having fully surrendered to it, overwhelmed him. Once again, he masturbated in front of the camera, but this time, the orgasm was more intense, more liberating. His breath grew ragged, and every curve of his body shook with the force of his release.

When it was over, he sent the video to Dom43. The payment came through quickly, but what made Nigel’s heart race wasn’t the large sum of money. It was the words that followed.

“You’ve become my obedient pig. You’re good for nothing but getting fatter. You should be ashamed of how far you’ve fallen, but the worst part is, I know you love it.”

Nigel swallowed hard, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach. It was true. He loved every humiliating word, every cruel comment that made him feel smaller, more submissive, despite his growing size. But it was the last line of the message that left him frozen.

“I’ll give you twenty thousand dollars if you gain another thirty pounds.”

***

Nigel was nervous. It had been over two months since he last filmed a video for his regular OnlyFans subscribers, and now, with his body drastically transformed, he had no idea how they would react. He wanted to see if the weight gain had changed anything, if his fans were still interested in him despite the fact that he no longer had the muscular, chiseled physique that had attracted them in the first place. Deep down, he hoped it wouldn’t matter too much, that they would still desire him, and that he wouldn’t have to rely on Dom43 to stay financially stable. He set up the camera like always, but this time, he took a longer look at himself in the mirror. It was incredible how much his body had changed in just two months. His body felt heavy. Every movement made him more aware of his size.

"It's just a video," he whispered to himself, trying to calm his nerves. "I just want to see how they react."

He stood in front of the camera, shirtless, revealing his round, soft torso, wearing only a pair of black briefs that used to be loose on him. He did the usual gestures he used in his videos, showing his body from different angles, touching his chest and stomach, running his hands over the areas now covered in fat.

He uploaded the video.

The first responses came in quickly. As soon as he read the comments, his fears were confirmed. There was no acceptance, no admiration. Just criticism, mockery, and, above all, shock.

“What happened to you? You used to look incredible, but now you look like a different person,” wrote one of his longtime followers.

“You’re huge! And not in a good way. What kind of joke is this?” added another.

The comments kept coming, each one harsher than the last. They called him fat and disgusting. Some even felt betrayed by the change, as if Nigel had deliberately hidden what he’d been doing over the past few months. Others openly laughed at him, making fun of how his body had lost all definition. Nigel read every word, feeling a mix of humiliation and indescribable excitement. He had expected a negative reaction, but the brutal honesty of their attacks surpassed all his expectations. Far from feeling defeated, something dark and deep inside him awakened. Each insult, each criticism, made him feel more alive, more aware of his body and what he had achieved. The taunts about his physique didn’t discourage him; they aroused him in a way he couldn’t ignore. It was as if those words freed him. He didn’t want to go back. He wanted to push forward. He turned off his computer screen and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Dom43 had offered him twenty thousand dollars to gain another thirty pounds. Thirty pounds that would transform him even more, taking him to a new level of submission. He had thought about rejecting the offer, about going back to his former physique. But after reading his fans’ comments, after feeling the impact of their words on his body, there was no longer any doubt. With a smile on his face, Nigel decided he was going to accept the challenge. He was ready to fully give in, to see just how far he could go.

***

Nigel stopped going to the gym altogether. Every morning, he woke up to the same routine: eat, jerk off, and eat more. His appetite seemed endless, and his libido was out of control, higher than ever. The discipline he once had had crumbled, replaced by an obsession with giving in to food and the thrill of his own transformation. His clothes no longer fit. The jeans, tight shirts, and briefs that had once defined his muscular figure now wouldn't even make it past his thighs or tore when he tried putting them on. Soon, he realized the only piece of clothing that still fit him was an old tracksuit, and even that didn’t fit well—it was so tight that the fabric stretched ridiculously, and his belly stuck out. He only wore it when he went out to buy more food, but at home, he spent his days completely naked.

In three months, Nigel had gained another thirty-five pounds, surpassing even Dom43’s challenge. His body was unrecognizable, and the scale didn’t lie. He weighed 246 pounds, a number he’d never imagined reaching. His thighs were so thick they had changed the way he walked. His belly was soft, round, and hung over. His arms, once firm, were now wrapped in fat. And his chest, completely soft, jiggled with even the slightest movement. He knew it was time to film the video for Dom43. He prepared in the simplest and most provocative way possible: completely naked, with a box of donuts by his side and the scale ready to show the result. The camera started rolling, and Nigel let himself get caught up in the moment. He grabbed one of the donuts and bit into it slowly, letting the sugar slide down his lips as he chewed exaggeratedly. He knew Dom43 would love to see him like this, enjoying the food that had turned him into what he was now.

“I’ve surpassed your challenge,” Nigel said, his voice thick with pleasure as he bit into another donut. “Another thirty-five pounds. I hope you’re happy.”

He stood up with difficulty, his ass visibly bouncing as he walked toward the scale. He stepped onto it with some effort, and it stopped at 246 pounds. Nigel showed the number to the camera with a satisfied grin on his face.

“246 pounds,” he said with pride in his voice. “But that’s not all.”

He grabbed a measuring tape and started measuring his body. First, he wrapped it around his waist.

“Fifty inches,” he announced, staring at his belly.

Then he measured his ass, which had turned into a massive ball of fat, and the number was just as shocking.

“Fifty-three inches. I can’t even fit in my office chair.”

Nigel paused for a moment, looking at the camera with a euphoric expression.

“All of this... is for you, Dom43. I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

He ended the video with one last bite, chewing slowly as he jiggled his whole body while masturbating. When he finished, he turned off the camera and collapsed onto the couch, panting from exhaustion. He sent the video to Dom43 and waited, knowing the response wouldn’t take long. When it came, it was exactly what he expected.

“You’ve exceeded my expectations, pig. I never imagined you’d reach this point, that you’d become such a mountain of fat for me. Look at yourself, you’re pathetic, completely out of control. And you know what? I love it. You’ve done everything I asked and more. You’re the perfect submissive fat boy. You’re good for nothing but eating, getting fatter, and letting others laugh at you. But I must also say, I’m proud of you. You’ve proven you’re completely mine, willing to transform yourself this way just to please me. You’re incredible, in the worst way possible, of course, but that’s exactly where your greatness lies.”

Nigel stared at the screen, absorbed in the words. He had done everything Dom43 had wanted. And yet, he felt he could go further. The idea of gaining even more weight, of leaving behind any trace of his former self, called to him with unstoppable force. Without thinking too much, he typed the question that had been on his mind for days, a question that made him tremble with anticipation:

“How much will you pay me if I reach 300 pounds?”

The silence that followed for a few seconds was deafening, but Dom43’s response came quickly.

“I’m not paying you anything. This time, you won’t do it for the money. I want you to do it for me, because you can’t stop yourself now. I want you to gain until you reach 300 pounds just to please me, because now you know that’s the only thing that turns you on. You’ll do it because you belong to me.”

Nigel took a deep breath, feeling each word of that message wrap around him, filling him with a mix of submission and absolute pleasure. He knew Dom43 was right. It was no longer about the money. It was about something much bigger. What had started as a simple desire to fulfill a fantasy had become his reality. With trembling fingers, he typed the only thing he knew he could say at that moment, the only thing his mind and cock screamed for with overwhelming clarity:

“I’ll do it.”

[baszin]

Henry used to be an awesome footballer - conveniently always in shape - at his old school in Europe... until he moved to the States.

The move affected his physique a little, however, he could easily get rid of it with more training and a few extra trips to a gym. The coach at his new school realised his "potential" and began training with him...

Weirdly enough, all of his "training sessions" always ended up with a trip to an all-you-can-eat buffet, funded by his coach. He always led with the "eating good will help you train better" or "you need the energy to get out on the field" but Henry didn't really bother and did what the coach said...

Let's just say.... his missing out on a few trips to the gym and eating at the buffet all went straight to his waist... his shirts were getting more fuller, his jeans weren't buttoning up as they used to... His coach suggested to him that maybe his potential can be better spent on joining the wrestling team, he's already gone up a few weight classes since his move to the States.

Just a month of listening to Coach's advice has made him, from the neck down, unrecognisable! Although he was doing quite well in the wrestling team, he kept going to the next weight class every week it seemed like. Coach even doubled the amount of food he was eating at the all-you-can-eat buffet!

Every time he visited the buffet, hed get stares from the workers... they were all thinking to themselves "what has he done to himself" or "is he ever going to stop?" But Henry was oblivious to this new person he's become of, he just kept following Coach's advice, regardless of the stares he gets while walking to school, or the times he's had to purchase new clothes.

Not even the loosest of shirts could hide that humungous belly. Unfortunately, his Coach had retired and Henry was left alone, with this gut - of course. He realised this jiggling beast and tried to get rid of it, but no matter how many times he tried to "diet", this was who he is now.

[thespiderpig1999]

Idea for a gainer story:

Fit college athlete, James, is struggling for money. His friend suggests he starts streaming games on twitch. He suggests James to use his physique to his advantage and stream shirtless for the views! So he sets up a basic streaming setup and begins to stream. He’s an instant hit thanks to his lean muscular body on show whilst he games. He starts receiving money from subs. He decides to stream as much as he can to make even more money. As soon as his classes are done each day, he goes straight to streaming. He streams for like 5 hours a day. He doesn’t have time to go to the gym. He doesn’t have time to cook so starts to use some of his earned money to order in. This routine continues for a few months and James’ body begins to change. He starts to get softer and fatter from a combination of all the food and lack of exercise. However he’s too focused on the money he’s making and enjoying playing games to notice. But his subs have and keep donating money knowing he’ll keep streaming and buying more food! James ends up an obese streamer who still streams shirtless showing off his moobs and big flabby belly!

A part two to this story could involve James finally realising what he’s done to his once fit body and try to get back in shape but fail as he’s addicted to streaming and the fast food deliveries! One of his subs suggests he does a mukbang stream which he does and decides to keep gaining and doing more mukbang streams!

[feeder86]

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.

[charliegyrth]

My Former Best Friend - Part 1 of 5

Landon Reenters My Life

I was home alone, watching Drag Race and snacking on popcorn, when my doorbell rang.

“One second!” I called.

It was just past 11:00, too late for any surprise visitors. I assumed my neighbor Dani had locked herself out of her house again.

I didn’t bother brushing down my unruly curls or washing off my face mask or even pulling pants over my boxer briefs. Dani didn’t care what I looked like.

But when I opened the door, I jerked backward and my hands immediately covered my crotch. “Landon?!”

Before he could say anything, I raced into my bedroom and pulled on my sweatpants. Then I used my bathroom to wash the hardened green pore-cleaner from my face.

“Um? Can I come in?” Landon called from the doorway.

“One second!” I ran back out, looking slightly more presentable. Now that I was a little bit calmer, I invited him inside and led him into the living room.

He dragged a suitcase behind him.

I hadn’t seen Landon in six years, not since high school. In that time, he’d buzzed off his red hair (I think he gotten a bald spot like his dad) and he’d filled out with a bit more muscle, especially around the chest. Otherwise, he looked exactly the same.

He sat awkwardly on my recliner.

I sat on the end table, as far away from him as possible without being rude.

“So. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” I said coldly. (Okay, I wanted to be a little rude.)

“Look, I know you probably don’t want to see me, but I’m… pretty desperate. My wife just kicked me out and all my friends have… Well, none of them will let me crash at their place. I don’t have anywhere else to go, and I thought that, you know, we used to be best friends. That should count for something, right?”

I cut to the chase. “You need a place to stay.”

“Yeah.”

“Kay. Let me guess what happened. Your wife kicked you out because you did something awful. I’m guessing… adultery.” (He looked away. I was on the right track.) “And you asked all your friends and family, but everyone said no. So I’m your dead-last choice. You came here, without calling first, and expect me to let you in.”

He nodded.

“You could’ve warned me.”

“If I did, would you have said yes?”

“Definitely not.”

I took a long look at him. He was still handsome in that frat-dude kind of way. But despite his wide frame and athletic body, he looked vulnerable and small.

On some level, I felt sorry for him. I thought back to all the good times we had together as kids, back when he was the always-loyal boy-next-door.

I couldn’t forget the other stuff, though. The betrayal. The abandonment. The bullying.

Sophomore year, he was the first person I came out to. I was so freaking nervous, but I knew that out of anyone, Landon would have my back. He didn’t. He stopped returning my calls, avoided me at school, and straight-up ignored me when I saw him outside his house.

Worse, he got a bunch of new friends. Popular jock friends who bullied me nonstop. At first, he just ignored the bullying and let them taunt me. Then he started laughing along with them. And by senior year, he had become the instigator. The head bully. The guy who ruined my prom tux with pink spray paint and then got away with it because his dad was friends with the principal.

I knew that a lot of his actions had to do with his own insecurities. His oldest friend was gay, and in order to prove that he wasn’t like me, that he was manly and normal, he’d turned into my biggest nightmare. But that’s no excuse! That just makes it worse.

He was the reason I barely said a word my senior year, just keeping my head down and trying to survive until college.

I’d kept tabs on him over the years. (We’d friended each other on Facebook, back when that was still a thing.) We never communicated, of course, but I checked in every once in a while to see what had happened to my former friend.

Not surprisingly, he’d gone to college, joined a frat, married his bitchy-looking girlfriend, and started work at LA Fitness. Living the stereotype, I guess.

It had been a couple years since I’d bothered to check up on him. I’d fully and completely moved on from my terrible adolescence.

And now here he was. I felt a nice bit of schadenfreude knowing that his life had fallen apart. (And a bit more schadenfreude knowing that he’d started losing his hair in the last couple years.) But I had a bunch of other emotions rushing through me, too. Sadness. Sympathy. Anger. Surprise.

“So?” he asked, waiting for my answer. “Can I crash here for a bit?”

“Yeah,” I said.

His eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting that. Well, maybe he was. He’d brought his suitcase.

“If you apologize first.”

“Oh.”

“If that’s a dealbreaker, then you need to leave.”

“No. I just… Can we do that later? I have this whole speech planned.”

“Save your speech. Just think about high school, and list off everything you’re sorry for.”

“A list?”

I stared at him, waiting. There was nothing more I could say.

He took a breath. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“Be more specific.”

He shifted in his seat. He really didn’t want to confess to anything, but I wouldn’t let him stay here unless he did.

“I’m sorry for abandoning you. For defacing your locker. For calling you names...”

“What names?” I pushed. “Jog my memory.”

He spewed out a disgusting stream of homophobic slurs (some I didn’t even remember) and he looked so uncomfortable doing it. Each word hurt to hear, but they seemed to hurt him even more.

“Go on.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your prom. I’m sorry for posting those photos. I’m sorry for convincing Mr. Diehl to make you read that poem in class.”

He kept going, listing off the thousand ways that he’d made my life miserable. Most of what he said was seared into my memory. Some things I’d completely blocked out. A few things I didn’t remember at all.

When he was done, he whispered one final, “I’m sorry.” He was crying.

It was the most cathartic five minutes of my life.

“Thank you,” I said. I didn’t say that I forgave him, because I didn’t. I walked over, pulled him to his feet, and hugged him. He felt warm in my arms.

That hug was more for me than him, another step toward getting over the past. But as I held him, I could feel his body relax inside my arms. A weight was lifting off his shoulders, still there but much less crushing.

I left him standing there and headed into the kitchen. I came back with two beers and a plate of cheesecake that I was saving for my Oscars party next week. I think we both needed it.

As we drank, I told Landon the rules of the house. He could use the guest room. We were going to share a bathroom, so he had to keep his stuff out of my way. He’d need to buy his own food.

Stuff like that.

He said he’d only stay here a month before he could find a cheap apartment. And he kept thanking me over and over.

Once we got all that out of the way, I had one final rule. The biggest one. “You still know that I’m gay, right? And I’m happy with myself. If you’re living here, I don’t want any more comments. Or bullying. I don’t want to be reminded of any of the shit you pulled in high school. Especially if I bring a guy over. If you break that rule, I will throw you out immediately. No second chances. Got it?”

“Joey.”

“Got it?” I said more forcefully.

“Yes. I got it. But…”

“No buts,” I shouted. “Unless I’m f*cking them.” I said that last part just to make him uncomfortable.

It did, but not in the way I intended.

“Joey, listen.”

“It’s Joe now.”

“Joe. I’m not going to hurt you again. I promise.” He took a big bite of cheesecake as a way to… What? Stall for time? Build up confidence? “The reason Trish left me and all my friends won’t talk to me… is because…”

“Because you cheated.”

“With my coworker Paul.”

I took a bite of cheesecake, too. Definitely to stall for time. “What?”

“I was in the closet, Joey… Joe. Sorry… I, um…” He was straight-up sobbing now. He took the entire container of cheesecake and started shoveling it into his mouth. Just eating and crying.

This made me reevaluate everything. Our entire past had just changed, and all his horrible actions took on completely new shapes.

I wanted to hold him. I really did. But instead, I wordlessly stood up and left the room.

He kept eating by himself.

Read Part 2 tomorrow. You can find all my stories here.

[maxpounds]

My Roommate

Part One

Moving day arrived with the sun shining brightly over the city. I had decided to find a roommate to help pay the mortgage, since my salary at the clothing store wasn't enough. The idea of sharing my space with someone new made me feel both anxious and excited.

Erik arrived early, dressed in a large, comfortable tracksuit. He was a handsome 25-year-old, recently independent, working from home as a programmer. In contrast to my usual work suit and tie, his relaxed style caught my attention immediately.

"Hi, Frank," Erik said with a broad smile, extending his hand.

"Hi, Erik. Let me help you with the boxes," I replied, shaking his hand.

From our first meeting when he came to see the apartment, we got along well. As Erik unpacked his things and arranged them in his new room, I couldn't help but watch him. There was something about his presence that attracted me.

After a few hours of work, we finished settling everything. Erik collapsed onto the sofa, sweating slightly from the effort, and I noticed that his clothes, though large, didn't completely hide a slight roundness in certain areas of his figure. It was then that I understood why he had brought so much food. The fridge, which usually held my fruits and vegetables, was now packed with ready meals, cheese, whole milk, and various sauces. The cabinets were filled with pasta, rice, chips, cookies, and other snacks.

"Wow, you have quite an appetite," I commented, trying to sound casual as I observed his provisions.

Erik laughed. "Yeah, I like to eat."

I couldn't deny it puzzled me, but I decided not to dwell on it and simply accepted that my new roommate had a different lifestyle from mine.

One night, weeks later, I came home after a bad date. I was feeling disappointed and frustrated. To my surprise, I found Erik sitting on the couch with two empty pizza boxes beside him.

"Hey, Frank. How was the date?" he asked with a carefree smile.

"There was no spark," I said, shrugging.

Erik looked at me with interest. "Maybe he wasn't your type," he said, a sympathetic look on his handsome face. "Sometimes it's hard to find someone who we really click with."

I sank into the armchair across from him, feeling a bit better hearing his words. He always had a way of making me feel understood and less alone.

"Maybe you're right," I admitted, letting out a sigh.

As we talked, I noticed something different about Erik. His tracksuit no longer fit as loosely as when he moved in. In fact, his sweatshirt seemed to hide a growing belly. It was clear he was enjoying his food, and his body showed it. He got up and walked to the kitchen. His sweatpants clung to his rounder butt in a way I hadn't seen before. He opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a huge tub of protein powder, which surprised me.

"Have you been to the gym?" I asked, trying to understand why he needed a protein shake after two pizzas.

Erik laughed and shook his head. "No, I don't go to the gym," he said as if the idea amused him.

"Oh. Well, I think it's time for me to go to bed."

"Goodnight, Frank."

Maybe he was right. Maybe the slim guy I went out with wasn't simply my type. I'd always been more attracted to burly men, bears.

One hot night in late spring, I woke up thirsty. I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. When I reached the doorway, I stopped in my tracks. The scene before me left me paralyzed. Erik was standing there, illuminated by the light of the open fridge. He was wearing only a pair of briefs that dug into his skin, highlighting his curves and revealing the increasing roundness of his body. His belly slightly spilled over the elastic waistband, and his thighs looked thicker, but what stood out the most was his butt. That round, prominent ass completely filled the underwear, stretching the fabric to its limit. Erik had a box of donuts on the counter and was eating one after another with insatiable voracity using his left hand. His right hand was inside his briefs, moving rhythmically as he masturbated. The pleasure on his face was undeniable. I couldn't help but stand there, silently watching. The sight of Erik pleasuring himself like that, enjoying the food and his own body, was mesmerizing. I felt my erection grow quickly.

I backed away from the doorway carefully, trying not to make any noise, and returned to my room. The image of Erik lingered in my mind: his increasingly plump body, his hands occupied with the donuts and his cock, the expression on his face. I knew something had changed within me and that my attraction to Erik had grown in a way I couldn't ignore.

Part Two

With the arrival of summer, the heat in our apartment became unbearable. Erik started walking around in just his briefs, and every time I saw him, my heart pounded harder. His physique had changed noticeably. His belly had grown larger and stuck out proudly. His butt had become even bigger and rounder. The briefs barely contained his cheeks, and the integrity of the fabric was tested with every move. Erik seemed comfortable with his body. Seeing him so natural and carefree drove me wild.

One afternoon, as we sat on the couch watching TV, I couldn't contain my curiosity. I looked at him intently and asked:

"Erik, are you... gaining weight on purpose?"

Erik remained silent for a moment, then a mischievous smile spread across his face.

"Yes, Frank, I am doing it on purpose."

"Why?" I asked.

"I've always been excited by the idea of gaining weight, feeling my body grow, my belly expanding, and my butt getting bigger. I love seeing how my clothes get tighter," he explained.

My eyes widened. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and at the same time, I felt incredibly aroused. His confession had only intensified my desire.

The next morning, as I headed to the kitchen to have coffee, I noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Through the crack, I could see Erik in the shower. Water cascaded over his naked body, highlighting every curve, every fold of his skin. Watching his hands deliberately move over his fat belly, his chest, and then his enormous buttocks was fascinating. I clung to the door, my erection painfully hard. Unbeknownst to me, a damp spot formed in my briefs, a sign of my extreme arousal. Erik saw me. He didn't say anything, but his smile and the gleam in his eyes said it all. He pulled back the shower curtain and gestured for me to join him. Without thinking twice, I stepped into the bathroom. I quickly dropped my briefs to the floor and approached him. He turned, offering me his back. My eyes were fixed on his round, firm butt, a view I couldn't resist. I began to caress him, and Erik shuddered under my touch. I couldn't wait any longer; my throbbing cock sought its target. I aligned myself with him, and with a slow, deliberate motion, I entered him. The sensation was incredible. A moan escaped my lips. Erik arched back, bracing his hands against the shower wall as I started to move inside him. My hands gripped his love handles, and I increased the pace. The thrusts became stronger, more desperate, and Erik responded to each one with moans of pleasure. I felt his breathing quicken as we neared the climax. Finally, with a muffled cry, I came inside him. Erik shuddered and cried out too, his own orgasm following mine. We stayed like that, connected and panting, as the water continued to fall, washing away the sweat and passion we had shared.

That night, after a long day at work, I couldn't stop thinking about the morning's experience. When I got home, I found Erik relaxing on the sofa. I approached him and sat down beside him.

"Erik, there's something I need to tell you," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "I love how fat you're getting. Especially your butt. It drives me crazy. And I want to see you get even fatter."

Erik smiled, his rounded face filled with satisfaction. "I like what I'm hearing, Frank."

I stood up and went to the kitchen, where I pulled a two-liter tub of ice cream from the freezer. Returning to the sofa, I placed it in front of Erik, who had already eaten two huge plates of pasta for dinner. His eyes lit up at the sight of the ice cream. I sat beside him and started feeding him. The ice cream melted in his mouth, and his lips moved with delight, swallowing each spoonful. My hand slid over his belly, feeling the fullness and warmth of his flesh under my fingers.

"That's it, Erik," I whispered in his ear, leaning in to kiss his neck. "I want you to eat it all. I want to see you grow."

After what seemed like hours, Erik finished the ice cream. He lay back on the sofa, his breathing heavy, his eyes locked on mine.

"Thank you, Frank," he murmured with gratitude and desire.

"This is just the beginning," I said.

I knelt before him, and ran my hands along his thick thighs. My fingers then played with his nipples while I kissed his belly. Erik panted as my mouth traveled down his body. I nibbled his cock through his briefs, feeling his hardness against my teeth. With a swift motion, I slid the garment down, and freed his erection. My tongue traced its length, savoring every inch before taking it into my mouth. My hands continued exploring, caressing his thighs and balls. Erik moaned and writhed. With a cry of pleasure, he came in my mouth. His hot cum filled my throat.

Part Three

A few months had passed, and Erik was incredibly fat. I woke up one morning to the sight of his enormous, round, jiggly butt resting on the bed next to me. I admired its size, along with the cellulite on his thighs and the stretch marks on his love handles. Still groggy, I moved closer and placed my hands on his buttocks, gently shaking them. The flesh wobbled, semthing that excited me like nothing else in the world. I lowered his new XXL briefs and kissed his cheeks with devotion.

"You've gained so much weight, Erik," I murmured against his skin. "And it turns me on so much seeing you like this."

Erik moaned in response, and my hands became bolder. I squeezed and kneaded his butt, feeling the fat beneath my palms as my tongue explored every inch too.

"I love you like this, so big, so sexy," I whispered.

Erik writhed in pleasure.

"Frank, bring me breakfast in bed," he requested. "I want to start the day well-fed."

I got up quickly, my erection throbbing with anticipation, and headed to the kitchen. I prepared a tray with everything I knew Erik loved: plenty of buttered toast, a cheese omelet, two enormous chocolate-filled croissants, and a giant protein shake made with equal parts of milk and cream.

When I returned to the bedroom, Erik was waiting for me, reclined on the bed with a satisfied smile on his face. I placed the tray in front of him and watched as his eyes lit up at the sight of the food.

"Perfect," Erik said.

I sat beside him. He began to eat with enthusiasm. The way he enjoyed each bite, the joy on his face as he ate, filled my heart with deep satisfaction. I thought about how incredible it was to see his body expand, full of fat, more beautiful each day. And I knew Erik loved it too, every bite, every touch, every look of desire.

When he finished breakfast, I stayed in bed watching him get up and walk to the bathroom. His body had changed so much over the past few months; it was an intoxicating spectacle.

"You're such a fat pig, Erik," I said, sliding my hand over my own body. "Look at all that meat moving. Damn, you're so obese."

Erik stopped and turned to me, his eyes shining with excitement. He loved it when I talked to him like that. I started to jerk off, watching every move of his body.

"You love being this fat, don't you?" I continued, my voice husky.

Erik moaned softly, his hands caressing his bloated belly, fingers tracing the stretch marks that adorned it.

"Yes, Frank. Tell me," he begged with desire. "Tell me how fat I am, how much more you're going to make me gain."

"You're insatiable," I whispered lustfully. "I'm going to keep feeding you. I want you to be the fattest man I've ever seen."

My hands moved more urgently, my eyes fixed on Erik's body.

"You look so sexy stuffed with food," I told him, feeling my own excitement reach its peak. "There's nothing I love more than watching you turn into a satisfied, obese pig."

Erik bit his lip, and I saw his own erection grow beneath his belly.

"Yes, Frank, make me fatter," he replied. "I can't wait to see how many more pounds I'll gain for you."

With those final words, I came, my semen shooting across the room.

Final Part

It was Saturday, and I decided we needed to go to a buffet. Erik was sitting on the couch in his now extremely small XXL briefs, his enormous belly resting on his thighs. I watched him for a moment before saying:

"Today we're going to a buffet, and I want you to wear something tight. I want everyone to see how big you've gotten."

Erik nodded, a spark of excitement in his eyes. He went to his room, and I followed, knowing he would choose the tightest clothes he had. He opted for a shirt that clung to his belly, highlighting every roll, and pants that squeezed his thighs and huge butt. I felt instantly aroused seeing him like that.

We arrived at the buffet, a paradise of greasy, abundant food, and we took our seats.

"I want you to eat non-stop. OK? Do not stop until I tell you to."

Erik nodded, stood up, and headed to the buffet tables. He returned with something for me and a plate full of pizza, fries, and fried chicken for himself. I watched him eat, savoring every bite he took. When he finished, I said:

"Go for more."

Erik got up and fetched another plate. This time he returned with burgers, onion rings, and more fries. The obvious pleasure on his face as he filled his body with more and more greasy food was thrilling.

"You're a fat pig," I whispered when he finished. "Eat more; I want to see you get even bigger."

Erik obeyed without question, rising again to get more food. I watched him walk, his huge, round butt bouncing with every step. He came back with a plate of mac and cheese and ribs. His belly was already peeking out from under his shirt.

"More, Erik. Don't stop," I ordered as he took the last bite.

Once again, he obeyed, getting up with difficulty, his tight clothes highlighting every inch of his fat. He returned with several pieces of cake.

We went home hours later. As soon as we got in, Erik collapsed heavily on the couch. I approached him, my excitement palpable.

"You're pure lard, Erik," I whispered, starting to undress him.

First, I removed his shirt, releasing his broad chest and enlarged nipples. My fingers caressed them, and Erik moaned.

"Look at you, with those huge tits and that round belly. You're such a glutton."

I struggled to remove his pants, the fabric clinging to his thick thighs and butt, which looked like two beach balls. He was left in his briefs, which I slowly pulled down, revealing his erect member, partially buried in his pubic fat.

"I love how huge you've gotten."

My hands roamed his body, groping his soft flesh. I caressed his swollen belly, feeling its warmth and smooth texture. Then I directed a hand to his cock and began to stroke it. Every movement made everything jiggle, especially his nipples, which bounced with each thrust.

"You're so sexy, so obese. Tomorrow we'll go back to the buffet," I murmured, increasing the pace of my movements.

Erik moaned louder and climaxed, his hot semen spurting into my hands. I fed it to him, then kissed him, feeling a deep satisfaction knowing I had helped him become the man he so desired to be.

[5xlwriter]

Feedist Kinktober: Ex-Model

Part of a series of one-shots in response to @fatguarddog’s Feedist Kinktober 2024 prompts. I see this as a double response to the prompts Runway Ready and Wardrobe Woe.

“Thanks for your time, Brett,” I said, feigning a smile as I looked up from my clipboard. “We’ll call you!”

The muscle-bound hunk nodded cockily and pulled back on his stringy gymrat vest, giving us one last glimpse at his abs in the process before turning and leaving the audition room. His firm glutes shifted in his shorts as he vanished through the doors. I sighed.

Of course, there was no denying that Brett was absolutely gorgeous. He knew it, I knew it, anyone who saw him knew it. And while I might be tempted to call him up for a hookup, there was no way he was getting a callback for this show. He just didn’t have the right look.

The designer, Cherish Misère, was dark, edgy and honestly, kinda goth. There’s a lot that can be achieved with makeup and styling, of course, but nobody’s going to buy that with a jock like Brett. We were looking for skinny guys, with longer slender limbs and angled faces that we could make gaunt with contouring. Brett just didn’t fit the bill - and neither did many of the other hopefuls I’d seen that day. Ugh, Cherish was gonna kill me.

I huffed another deep sigh as I flipped the page on my clipboard, and then was stopped in my tracks at the photo attached to the next profile. That curly brown hair, those sharp, boyish features, those dark, arresting eyes… Tristan!

What a godsend! Tristan was absolutely perfect for the show. Cherish would eat him up, and all the clothes would fit like they were made for him. He and I had been students together. We’d studied Media & Communications and had gotten along well, but drifted in the couple of years since we graduated. He’d always modelled to raise funds when we were at uni, seeming to never need to hold down a real job as a result - but the last I heard, he was now skyrocketing up the corporate ladder, while I was sat here auditioning himbos for D-rate shows at the Fashion Week Fringe. It’s the sort of thing that would usually fill me with so much embarrassment that I’d find an escape route - we gays always compare ourselves to our peers - but in this instance, I didn’t care. I was just glad to finally have found some actual talent! The day was not a complete waste after all.

“Bring in the next one,” I called to my assistant and tried to make myself look as relaxed as possible. I was going to feign surprise, like I’d been caught off-guard. I needed to look busy and important. I sat up straight, eyes fixed on my clipboard until I heard someone shuffle in front of me.

“Hey, Rick!” He announced. His voice was just as I remembered it, but… maybe a touch deeper?

I looked up, ready to burst into a big smile and announce what a pleasant surprise it was to see him again. But then, I really was caught off-guard. My thoughts ground to a halt, leaving an uncomfortable pause as my brain scrambled to register what was going on.

My assistant intervened. “Um, Rick, this is…”

“—Tristan!” I interjected, finally managing the smile I’d been preparing, though I’m not sure how convincing it came off. “What a surprise!”

The surprise was that Tristan was fat. OK, that was maybe a little dramatic - he wasn’t fat fat. But I guessed him to be at least 50 or 60lbs heavier than the 135lbs he listed on his modelling profile - which made him gay fat. I couldn’t believe it!

I was so conflicted. On the one hand, I was a little ashamed to admit that part of me loved seeing perfect Tristan let himself go like this. He had always been nothing but kind to me, so it was completely mean-spirited of me, but I couldn’t help being jealous of all his achievements. It was nice to finally have one up on him, having maintained my own figure - heck, maybe even improved it? - since graduating.

On the other hand, there was no way I could cast Tristan with him looking like this. I could tell just by looking at him that it would take a small miracle to squeeze him into anything Cherish made, which meant I’d just lost my star model just as quickly as I thought I’d found him.

That, I had to worry about later. For now I had to finish this encounter with my old friend, let him down without hurting his feelings, and maybe find out what had caused him to blow up. Maybe he was depressed?

He didn’t look depressed. He was smiling that famously enchanting smile of his, which now showed off the beginnings of a double chin. I made my way over to give him a hug.

“Heh, I thought you didn’t recognise me!” He said as he wrapped his softer arms around me. He was squishy all over.

“Of course I recognise you,” I said, trying to brush it off. “It’s so good to see all of you— I mean, to see you, it’s so good to see you…” Fuck.

Tristan didn’t seem to notice - or if he did, then he didn’t seem to mind. I was happy with either. We pressed on with the pleasantries, Tristan telling me about his latest promotion whilst I did my best to make my own job sound interesting. In truth, it was great catching up with him… Tristan was just so charming, and even with his fuller figure he just exuded a confidence and charisma that was unlike anyone I’d ever met… perhaps even more so then I remembered? He was definitely flirty, and somehow I found myself flirting back despite him no longer being my type.

I wasn’t quite sure how it had happened… Maybe it was witchcraft. Maybe I felt sorry for him. Or maybe it was just that trademark smile that he kept flashing me, undampened by his rounder face…

“I think you’d be a great fit!” I said, the words leaving my mouth without my permission. My brain protested but my lips kept moving. “We’ll see you Monday for the fittings, so we can get things taken in if we need to.” What the fuck was I saying? What was I doing?

As Tristan left with his paperwork, I caught the confused look on my assistant’s face and buried my head in my hands. Cherish was going to fucking kill me.

***

Monday came around fast. In that time, I’d managed to assemble a motley crew of gangly young men to model Cherish’s collection. None of them had walked a runway in their lives, nor did they really have the face card needed for a career in modelling, but they were the best I could rustle up with Fashion Week on the horizon.

We’d started the morning with runway rehearsals and trying to get some charisma out of these boys was like getting blood from a stone. I was relieved that Tristan hadn’t shown up. I figured he had come to the realisation that he quite literally wasn’t a good fit for this, and had decided to silently slink away, saving me a difficult conversation. Now all we had to do was avoid each other for the rest of our lives!

But no, it was never going to be that easy. Tristan arrived late, commanding attention as soon as he entered the studio, smiling and greeting his fellow models as he finished off the remainder of a large smoked salmon bagel loaded with cream cheese. Now there was someone with charisma. He didn’t even try. Nor did he try to excuse his tardiness. “We both know I don’t need practice at this!” he laughed warmly when we had a quiet moment together.

And he was right. He stomped the runway like a pro, showing each of the confused wannabes how it was done. He was the elephant in the room; he didn’t belong; and yet, he was putting them all to shame. I watched bitterly as he walked back up the length of the runway, noticing the slight jiggle and bounce in his body with each deliberate step he made. Ugh, I was not looking forward to this conversation…

Later, as we prepared for the session with wardrobe, I pulled Tristan to one side.

“Listen, Tristan, I need to talk with you,” I said, trying to sound both relaxed and in control. “You know I think you’re amazing, but I don’t think this is the right gig for you…”

Tristan raised an eyebrow for a moment, not sure what to make of what I’d said, before he burst out laughing. “Ha, yeah, good one Rick. Don’t worry, I’ll help the other guys get the hang of it. It’s not rocket science.”

I frowned. “No, Tristan, you don’t understand…” Ugh! I hated this! “I’m serious. I don’t think you’re the right… fit…” I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at his round midsection when I said it - only for a fraction of a second, but Tristan was quick enough to catch it.

“Oh…” he said, looking down at his body for a moment. “You think I’m too fat?” He looked hurt. I’d never seen him not radiating charm and confidence, but in the moment all of that dissipated. He looked like a little lost puppy. “I know I’ve gained a few… I’ve been working flat out at the office… But I didn’t think it was that bad…”

“It’s not!” I blurted out in a panic, desperate to backtrack. “You look great! Better than ever, actually. You look really healthy. That’s super in right now!” It was all lies, and I hated myself for it, but seeing that famous smile return to his face made it worth it.

And so Tristan was whisked off to wardrobe, where we tried to squeeze him into some of the pieces. I thought maybe, if we went with something layered, we could disguise his bulked up body and it might be OK. I was wrong.

Tristan was wearing a black ripped vest, designed to be tight even on a slender model, but practically painted onto him now and emphasising the ball of flesh at his waist. The fact it was ripped made him look like he’d burst out of it. When he moved his arms too high, a little slither of soft flesh would peek out the bottom. He wore a big leather trench coat, down to the floor, which I figured would do a lot of the heavy lifting in making Tristan look presentable - except, we couldn’t fasten it shut over his middle. And on his bottom half, he just wore his underwear and socks, as absolutely nothing that Cherish had designed would slide over his newly thickened thighs and ass.

Fortunately, Tristan may have been oblivious to how much he’d grown, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew this wasn’t going to work. Quietly, he wrestled himself out of the tight garments we’d given him and began to change into his own clothes. I kept my distance and tried to focus on the other boys. Later, as Tristan was leaving, I followed him out.

“Hey Tristan,” I called. “Wait up!” He turned to face me, and was still smiling, but he looked tired and pensive.

“Thanks for the opportunity, Rick! Sorry it didn’t work out.” He said, before surprising me by tapping his softer middle. “Guess I’ve been neglecting the gym!”

“Don’t worry about it, T,” I said. “You still look great and you can definitely work it off — if you want to,” I paused for a moment, hesitating as I decided whether to say what I was about to say. “Or… In the meantime, my friend runs this other company…” I handed him the card.

“Max Macdonald - Plus Size Agency”, Tristan read off the card. He sounded unsure and I thought I might have offended him again, but eventually he pocketed the card. “Thanks, Rick,” he said, giving me a quick hug. “See you around!”

***

As it happened, I never did see Tristan again. It had been four years since our awkward encounter when I found myself in a bar, catching up with my old friend Max, who I also hadn’t seen in years. Being an adult sucked!

Max had been vocally admiring a large man at the bar, telling me in great detail why this stranger’s corpulent body was so superior to the kind of talent I represented. (I’d learned my lesson and played to my strengths, now I had my own agency and was exclusively representing muscle-bound Greek Gods for high-profile names.)

None of it surprised me. Max had always been unashamedly into big guys, despite being in good shape himself. I’d seen him go through many boyfriends - usually they were varying degrees of fat, but sometimes there was a twink or two. They’d soon start to bulk up around him and usually this was when they wised up to his feeder ways and dumped him. He didn’t seem to care, and I always loved that about him. I definitely didn’t share his tastes, but I respected his unabashed commitment to them all the same.

And it seemed to be working out for him! After all, it was his love of big men that had led him to start the plus size agency that was now getting him contracts all over the world.

“Oh my god!” Max said, nearly spitting out his beer as a memory seemed to hit him like a truck. “I can’t believe I didn’t tell you!” He was laughing hysterically and I pressed him urgently for more details. Max was a great storyteller and I found myself eager to hear his tale.

“A few years ago, I was approached by this dude,” he started. I nodded. “He was young, super handsome and charismatic like no one else! He told me you’d sent him.” I paused, knowing instantly that he was talking about Tristan, though I didn’t let on. I wanted to see where this was going.

“He said he was interested in some modelling with me. I told him, ‘look man, you’re gorgeous and you’ve got it, but you’re not exactly plus size’…” He took another swig of his beer. “He was like 200lbs at most. At most!”

I laughed along. “Haha, yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t really know where else to send him. He was too fat for us, but clearly not fat enough for you!” I took a sip of my drink, feeling a little bad for leading Tristan towards more rejection.

“Not then he wasn’t!” laughed Max. I didn’t like the tone in his voice… it was… mischievous. He was relishing in this story. “But I bumped into him a couple of years later at a chub event downtown. I didn’t recognise him at first but he came right over and introduced himself… all 350lbs of him!”

“No fucking way!” My mouth dropped to the floor as my mind raced at a hundred miles an hour, trying to imagine how big a 350lb person would look… How big a 350lb Tristan would look! That more way more than twice the size he’d been at uni.

“Yes way, he was just in a jock strap and a leather harness, shaking and jiggling all over the dance floor. There was no hiding it. He wasn’t the fattest person there by a long shot - a couple of guys were almost twice as big as him - but everyone in the joint wanted to fuck him.” He sat back and smiled smugly, looking very pleased with himself.

I gasped. “You didn’t!”

“I did!” he said, a big grin on his face. “And it was great. Like really great. Man, I had to fucking work for it though. He asked if we could stop for something to eat on the way back to my place - and we did, three times!” He clearly found the story hilarious. “I paid for the lot… Worth it though!”

I was in shock, no longer finding it funny but trying my best to play along. I couldn’t believe that had happened. Maybe Max was just exaggerating. 350lbs? Surely not…

“So, did you end up signing him?” I asked.

“Nah,” said Max, looking a little solemn before finishing his drink. “When I woke up the next day, he’d vanished without a trace and I never saw him again…”

I was about to interject, to empathise for Max, and to tell him how shitty that was, but Max held up a hand to stop me. He wasn’t finished. That big grin had returned to his face and he fished his phone from his pocket.

“I never saw him again until last week…” he said, quickly navigating his home screen to pull up one of his fetish community apps. It didn’t phase me - like I said, Max had always been very open about this stuff.

“I was swiping through the other day when I saw this prize-winning pig…” he was practically giggling as he showed me the phone screen. It was a video, captioned with just two words: “Almost 500lbs”, with a pig nose emoji for emphasis. In the video, an absolutely enormous man was wearing a far too tight black half-zip sweater over a black t-shirt. He was standing close to the camera, with his head cut off by the frame. The strained clothes clung tightly to every curve, roll and fold on his fat frame: his giant tits threatened to burst out of the sweater (the zip of which would never fasten around his fat neck), while about 20cm of pure fat belly hung out the bottom, his gluttony on full view.

Why was Max showing me this? There was nothing to suggest this was Tristan. I became increasingly convinced that this was a practical joke. There was no way that someone who used to look like Tristan now looked like… this.

But then, the whale in the video took a few steps backwards as he jiggled his huge gut for the camera, and his fat face came into view. My world stopped for a moment: it was Tristan, no doubt about it.

Had I seen this veritable blob in the street, I would never have recognised him as my old friend. But I had been primed to see him, and see him I did: even though his sharp and boyish features were now buried under blubbery cheeks, there was no mistaking the charismatic allure of those eyes, which now seemed small and beady in his fat face. All the movement in his gut caused a loud burp to erupt from his mouth, and the smile that followed it as he looked upon his body with appreciation was unmistakably his. Even when being absolutely disgusting, something about Tristan was still so confident, so irresistible… he was magnetic.

“These are the clothes I was wearing when we first met back up,” he said to someone off screen, who chucked back. I recognised that laugh… “Can you believe that was only a year ago?”

“No,” came the familiar voice, as two arms entered the frame and began to pull off Tristan’s clothes, revealing his flabby body in all its perverted glory. The arms and voice belonged to someone older than Tristan by about 15 years. They were reasonably toned and thick with hair, and the strong-looking hands took big handfuls of Tristan’s tits and flesh, shaking it and making his whole body wobble. Then the anonymous figure moved into the screen, kissing Tristan on his big, fat cheek.

I almost dropped Max’s phone and had to do a double take. Was that our fucking professor?! He looked a little older than I remembered him, which was natural, but I was sure it was him.

“…but you’re nearly 100lbs bigger since then, so that’s not surprising,” he said seductively, bringing a cream filled bun up to Tristan’s lips. His mouth opened dutifully and made short work of the pastry, which got swallowed down into his giant gut.

“And why do you think that is?” huffed Tristan, rubbing his belly and stifling another burp. He looked so cocky and sure of himself… more than that, he looked like he was worshipping himself.

“Because,” said our old professor. “You’re a spoiled piggy who gets whatever he wants.”

[growinggordito34]

thinking of starting a patreon, I would play with my belly and stuff myself with food, would you support?