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My Big Roommates (Part 2)

Antonio let out a heavy sigh, climbing up the stairs to his second floor apartment. It had been a long day. Working at one of the best French restaurants in town sounded like a dream to most, but behind those swinging kitchen doors was more like a nightmare. The head chef had been on everyone more than recently, demanding perfection, having set out to earn another star for their restaurant. Several of the chefs secretly joked that the boss had his wooden spoon up his ass. The longer he worked there, the more Antonio’s stress grew, although it paid extremely well. Also, though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, it had also caused his waistline to grow pretty substantially too. When he was stressed, he ate. Tonight alone, he had eaten an entire bowl of their famous capellini, some calamari a customer hadn’t liked, a tiramisu and a slice of cheesecake, along with however many of the complementary breadsticks he’d snacked on almost subconsciously. They were free for the customers, why not him? His stomach hurt as he reached the landing of the apartment, either from the dairy or the volume of the food, he wasn't sure.

He had taken off his chef’s jacket in the car, but Antonio was conscious of the tightness beginning to develop in his pants. He thought it wasn't that noticeable under his uniform, until his boss had made a snide comment. The smirk on his face when he had remarked about “smuggling food in his jacket” had left Antonio mortified, as well as the smack his growing belly had received. His overeating was supposed to be a secret; right now Antonio wasn’t confident eating copious amounts in public like his roommate Peter.

Pulling his key out of his pocket, Antonio expected the living room to be empty, or at the very least Peter passed out on the couch. What he hadn’t expected, at all, was finding Sam and Peter half naked on the couch and making out. They both noticed him as their mouths parted, Sam at least having the decency to look embarrassed as he shifted off of Peter’s lap. He looked extremely out of breath and winced as he moved.

“Hey pal, how was work?” Peter asked, still smiling and looking completely at ease. Even though he was sitting there in his underwear.

Where was he even supposed to start here? “Um…it was fine?” Finding Peter in his underwear and still fairly drunk wouldn’t have been that strange, it actually would have been fairly common. But the addition of Sam, who usually was asleep by now, was really throwing Antonio off. Their newest roommate looked like he was struggling, and Antonio finally noticed how enlarged his belly was, like someone had filled it with air. It stuck out into his lap as he subtly rubbed slow circles across the stretched expanse. Noting the giant fast-food bag and wrappers left on the floor began to give him a good idea of what was going on. “What are you guys up to?”

He looked at Sam, who was still focusing on breathing. There was a trace of ketchup at the corner of his mouth.

Peter began to hoist himself up, his belly hanging as he leaned forward. He also looked stuffed full, but was moving easier after his break while feeding Sam. He stood up and stretched his arms wide, yawning before a burp escaped close behind the former. The giant still had a smile on his face as he scratched his belly contentedly. Walking around the table, Peter came up beside Antonio and threw his arm over his shoulder, weighing him down with his massive size. “Sammy and I were just having a late-night snack.” Peter said, a conspiratorial tone in his voice. The alcohol on his breath was strong, causing Antonio to wrinkle his nose. The big man’s girth so close to him made him squirm a little.

“Looks like more than a snack.” Antonio stated, surveying the empty bag of food and the condition of his roommates. His face must have shown his utter bafflement.

Sam finally mustered the strength to speak. “We’re sorry Antonio. They, they uh, accidentally gave us so much food, and then things got, huff, a little out of hand—.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Peter interjected. “I’m sure Tony understands. I bet he was just caught off guard. After all, this is more of a hobby that the two of us do together.”

Both Antonio and Sam gave shouts of surprise, surprised by what Peter had said. Sam’s head turned from one of his roommate’s to the other, thinking he had misheard. The two of them did stuff like this? Hobby as in overeating, or was it even more than that? Judging by the heat rising to Antonio’s cheeks, he surmised that it had to be true. So the two of them had also stuffed each other, but had that been happening since he’d arrived, and he just had never heard?

Antonio whirled away from Peter, throwing his arm off him angrily. “Why did you tell him that?” he said, gesturing towards Sam.

“Haha sorry.” Peter was so unfazed by everything Antonio wanted to punch him in the face. But wasn’t that also what had drawn him to Peter in the first place? His calm and easy confidence, and the way he had worshipped his body while they—. “Maybe I’m still drunk.” Peter said. “I thought all three of us could have some fun together now. Since this,” waving at the litter on the floor, “is all out in the open.”

He moved back towards Antonio, who involuntarily took a half step back. Patting him on the shoulder to calm him down, Peter circled him until he was standing right behind him. Try as he might, Antonio couldn’t see what Peter was up to. Slowly, he leaned against Antonio’s back, his large belly swelling forward to fit into the curve of the other’s back. His hands slithered lightly around Antonio’s waist and caressed his stomach gently. That sent a shiver down his spine; a small breath he hadn’t realised he was holding escaping his lips. When Peter grabbed his stomach even more firmly, the shiver he’d felt before became a shock of lighting shooting through him. His objections at what was happening slowly began to melt away under the strong touch of his roommate.

Sam’s eyes were riveted to the hot men standing in front of him. His dick had gone soft when Antonio had walked through the door and discovered them. But once again, the sight his big roommates in front of him was giving him a boner. Peter made eye contact with him from behind Antonio’s shoulder, grinning at his obvious lust.

“Sammy likes watching a big man eat.” Peter whispered in Antonio’s ear. As he said that, he untucked the bottom of Antonio’s shirt to release his belly. Freed from the tight white shirt, his belly flopped out and over his waistband. Peter pinched the flab sweetly. “And you’re a big man, aren’t you Tony?”

With his clothes on, most people wouldn’t realize that Antonio had been putting on weight. It had only been recently that some, such as his boss, had began to notice his clothes beginning to fit his frame differently. But once Peter pulled off his shirt completely, it became severely obvious how much weight he’d been putting on. Antonio had definitely tipped into the “doughy” body type. He had the beginning of a very soft paunch hanging to his stomach, not firm like Peter’s. The excess fat clung to him and wrapped around his midsection, his growing love handles bulging slightly because of his tight pants. With an extra ten pounds or so, his belly would probably start to sag more as more chub was packed on. His pecs hadn’t yet transitioned to man boobs, but had lost all semblence of definition as they were covered in fat. They had begun to puff up already, becoming more pointed as sensitive as he continued to grow.

With one hand, Peter beckoned Sam to join them from the couch. Sam grimaced a little. He was still extremely full from the stuffing Peter had subjected him to just a little while ago. He looked down at his stomach again. From his viewpoint, he looked absolutely huge. The curve of his belly was exaggerated by his comparison to what it usually looked like. Although, he knew he was nowhere near as huge as his roommates were.

Standing up with a groan, Sam walked around the coffee table and came to stand next the pair. He was unsure of what to do until Peter grabbed his hands and put them directly on Antonio’s belly. It was so soft, Sam’s eyes widened slightly. He laughed a little and shot a look at Antonio as if to apologize, but he didn’t remove his hands. Not getting a signal to stop, Sam moved even closer, pressing his body against the man’s middle.

Now that they were so close, Sam noticed more differences between his two roommates. Whereas Peter had a carpeting of dark body hair across his entire belly, Antonio was mostly smooth. He did have a thick happy trail that connected to his belly button, as well as a fair amount around his nipples. His nipples were also quite large, a dark brown color that stood out against his cocoa skin. Sam couldn’t help but tease one gently. Then, catching all three men by surprise, he leaned forward and licked it. Antonio, already overwhelmed, could only gasp from the feeling.

Peter had been watching his roommates become acquainted with each other, like a proud mentor introducing his students to new things. Now, he wanted more from them.

“Tony, how long has it been since our last little fool-around?” he asked. He shook Antonio’s belly from behind. “I feel like this thing is even bigger than when I last saw it. Bout a month or so ago, right?”

Antonio squirmed, Sam had moved to sucking on his other nipple. “Uh…I mighta been a little stressed at work. Eating some of the stuff the customers didn’t like an stuff. Some of the, the um, things chef makes.”

That made Peter smile. His influence was still working, even when Antonio wasn’t in the apartment with him. When they had first begun living together, Antonio had been a pretty skinny guy, who didn’t know how to relax. Peter was the one who had showed him that food was a great way to let go and have a good time. Pretty soon, some of the men’s clothes had had to be let go too. It seemed like his growing love for food had been getting even stronger.

“Just couldn’t stop huh?” Peter stepped to stand next to Antonio, pulling his chin to look at him. “Want to show Big Pete how much you can eat?” He accentuated the question by kissing him hungrily on the lips.

He plopped both Sam and Antonio on the couch, heading to the fridge in their small kitchenette area. Opening the door, Peter leaned into the chilling air, emerging with a large cake in his hands. The two layer confection was covered with a generous layer of chocolate frosting. Along the edges were swirls of more frosting, a strawberry placed in between each one. Since there was fruit on it, Peter had rationalized that made it healthy. He had been planning on having it for breakfast the next morning.

Coming back into the living area, the two smaller men were busy rubbing each other’s bellies. Sam was still full from earlier, and Peter had a sneaking suspicion their in-house chef was also suitably stuffed. He sat down, careful not to spill the cake all over the rug they’d bought for the living space. His whole body bounced; it made him feel strong. Antonio had gotten more relaxed with the situation, turning at the movement and patting Peter’s gut a few times.

“I think you forgot the forks. You still drunk or something?” Antonio asked.

Wasn’t he in for a surprise, Peter thought gleefully. He leaned in close against his companion, and placed the cake on top of his belly like a table. Then, he took a large handful of the dessert, holding the mess of cake and frosting out to Antonio.

“Taste check, chef?” Peter asked innocently. Before he could reply, Peter shoved it into Antonio’s mouth, forcing the man to let the food past his lips. Even so, the cake still smeared around his mouth. Peter had grabbed such a giant portion, crumbs cascading onto the couch and Antonio, covering his belly and burrowing themselves into his belly button. Just like with Sam, Peter already had more ready before he was even done chewing. But where Sam had been caught off-guard, it became increasingly apparent that Antonio had done this before. He chewed and swallowed in a steady rhythm, letting out tiny moans of pleasure and giving small nods when he was ready for more. Even with his obvious experience, Antonio was gradually becoming frosted in cake.

Looking down, Peter smeared the cake in his hand all over Antonio. Sam had been continuing his admiration of the man’s body this entire time, but stopped to give Peter room. Now however, Peter directed Sam. “Don’t think I forgot about your dessert Sammy.” He rubbed even more cake onto Antonio, some even reaching his nipples. “I’m sure you’re hungry again. Tony shouldn’t eat alone.”

Quickly, Sam got on his knees in front of Antonio. He looked up, a question in his eyes as his fingers grazed the somewhat tight button on Antonio’s pants.

“Go for it, big guy.” Antonio said, laughing at the irony while sitting next to Peter. His pants had been digging into his belly since they’d sat down, and it was a relief to have them stripped off and tossed aside. He sat there in his underwear, getting harder by the minute as Sam began to eat the cake off of his body. From Antonio’s point of view, Sam appeared to actually be eating his body. He sucked the cake from his skin, working methodically to ensure there wasn’t a trace left. In addition, he also used his tongue to trace long furrows through the sweet mess, sending waves of pleasure across his belly. Once he got to his belly button, his tongue dove into the cavern, excavating for any hidden treasure that had fled inside.

At the same time, Peter was continuing to hand-feed Antonio the cake, which was already more than half gone. The added dessert was becoming increasingly apparent on top of all the food he’d eaten at the restaurant, his belly getting more and more rounded as they continued. What was usually more flab was now bloated and almost as tight as Peter’s belly. Antonio was so caught up with all the sensations he was experiencing that he didn’t notice there was no cake left, his mouth waiting patiently for his next bite.

“Such a good boy Tony.” Peter said, kissing the side of his neck as he reached across his gut to grab Antonio’s. Sam had finished his cake as well, leaving Antonio feeling sticky and clean from his roommate’s thorough exploration. He’d inched in between his two roommates, one hand on each of their bellies. All three of them had eaten enough tonight to feed ten or more people.

“You guys are so hot.” Sam said, his voice taking on a husky tone. “I can’t imagine being as big as either of you.”

Antonio looked down at his belly. “I probably thought the same thing a few months ago when I moved in with this guy.” Peter responded by nipping lightly at his neck. “He’s a great teacher.”

Peter chuckled and cupped underneath Antonio’s belly. “You were a quick study. Don’t think you can surpass me though.” He looked down at Sam, kneeling between them. His stomach was still bloated, giving him that ex-jock look that Peter always loved. What would he look like with an extra ten pounds? Thirty? Would his ass start to grow first, along with some nice love handles, or would his belly be the first to succumb to the fat? How long would that pretty face last until it began to blow up? It was all too much to think about all at once, Peter could barely contain himself anymore.

“You want to be as big as us, huh Sammy?” Peter shook his giant belly for emphasis. “Want Tony and Big Pete help you become a big Texas man? Help you grow that gut of yours. I’ll warn ya,” he looked at Antonio, “loving a big man tends to have some…side effects.”

Sam instantly nodded his head, that same look of desire on his face that had initiated this entire night for the three of them. “I’ll eat anything you tell me to. We’ll stuff each other until we pop.”

Peter nodded once, looking forward to the weeks ahead of them. He leaned back on the couch, his belly spreading across his lap for both men to admire. Throwing one arm around Antonio, who nestled further into his side, Peter used his other hand to massage his dick through his underwear. There was a obvious dark spot where the tip pressed desperately against the fabric. “You’ll eat anything huh? I hope you’re still hungry, come and show Big Pete how much you love his teachings.”

Sam grinned, moving forward and stripping off his underwear.

_ _ _ _ _

Sameer pushed the door to his apartment open, a gust of chilly, winter air following in his wake. Trying to handle the two heavy bags he was carrying, he managed to kick the door closed and huffed a sigh of relief. It was still a little more than a month until Spring began, and it was one of the few weeks that the Texas weather actually felt like winter. Sameer’s ears were frozen, and the tip of his nose felt numb. But even with the blustery weather, his roommates had still asked him if he could go on a fast-food run for them. Not for the first time.

It was eight months after that first fateful night in the apartment. Peter, who now went solely by “Big Pete” was in his usual spot on the couch, enjoying a lazy Saturday and watching the playoffs on the TV. He had a bottle of beer sitting atop his exposed belly, as he rarely wore a shirt around the house now. Having almost reached 350 lbs, Peter’s belly was absolutely huge, covering his entire lap and spreading to either side of him. Stretch marks graffiti the skin of his underbelly, most faded with age, but it seemed there was always a new one that was a harsh red. He absently scratched at one now, subconsciously feeling at how big he was.

Peter’s arm was draped around Sam, who had been transformed into a smaller version of Peter. Under his roommate’s guidance, Sam had ballooned rapidly to an impressive 230 lbs. The toned stud he used to be was now gone, buried under layers of fat. Although he hadn’t yet taken to lounging around shirtless like his roommate, the shirt he had on drew attention to the growing paunch he was growing, getting closer to a full beer guy by the day. The shirt was probably a size too small, riding up almost to his belly button where he was sitting. There also was not a crease along the front, the poor fabric working desperately to contain its large owner.

In addition, Sam had taken to letting his beard grow out, buzzing his hair short on top to “complete his look.” Curly blond hair could also be spotted blossoming from his collar and covering his belly.

Sam was how Sameer had come to start living with the other guys. He had started working at the same company Sam was at, getting hired to help in the IT department. Sam had been delegated now to mostly desk work for some reason, no longer sent to handle potential clients like he had been trusted to do before. Because of that, the two had begun to strike up an unlikely friendship at work, what with Sam outweighing the other man by at least 60 lbs. When Sameer, fresh out of grad school, had complained about still living at home, Sam had proposed the idea of adding him as their fourth roommate. After all, most nights at least one of their beds wasn’t being used. So before Sameer had moved in, Sam had moved all of his stuff into Peter’s, much to the bigger man’s delight.

Plopping the bags of food down, Sameer cleared his throat, drawing Sam’s attention. “I’m back.”

“Aye! Long line at Taco Bell?” he asked, standing up to come grab the bags while Sameer took off his heavy coat. Sam slapped him on the back heartily as way of thanks, making him blush. Truth be told, Sameer harbored a slight crush on his coworker, though when he discovered that he was dating Peter he quickly tried to squash it. Sam walked back to the couch, yelling down the hall to their last roommate. “Food’s here, Antonio!”

While the two on the couch began digging through one of the bags, Antonio shuffled out from down the hallway, stifling a yawn with his hand. It looked like he had just woken up, his hair disheveled and his white tank top crooked, his belly peeking out.

Antonio hadn’t put on as much as his roommates, perhaps 30 lbs, keeping him ahead of Sam at around 260 lbs. His belly had expanded, as well as his ass, which filled out all of the pants he owned. He usually just opted for sweatpants, unless he had to go to work. An interesting development at the restaurant however was that it appeared the head chef liked to keep his star pupil well-fed. Antonio had continued to exhibit his proficient cooking skills and had been invited by his boss to stay after shifts sometimes to test recipes and perfect his technique. This led to a lot of extra food, which the budding chef had been coaxed into eating. He wasn’t exactly sure what it all meant, but the snarky banter and teasing slaps to his gut encouraged him to eat it all.

Flopping down on the armchair, a necessity the guys had bought so everyone had a place to sit, Antonio accepted a burrito from Sam, unwrapping it and digging in greedily. With all three men satiated, Sameer turned towards his room, planning to waste time online. Besides, whenever the guys ate he always felt a little strange. As if the thought of food had conjured it, Sameer’s stomach let out a giant growl, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

Sameer turned around, his roommates staring at him with food lifted halfway to their mouths. “Sorry, I guess I’m a little hungry.”

Peter grinned, setting his tacos down on his belly and patting the space next to him. “Hey, you can always join us, we have plenty of food.”

He hesitated for just a moment, but decided to sit for a while. Even after a few months, he still wasn’t close with the other guys besides Sam, and he didn’t want to alienate himself. As he walked around to sit in the small space Peter’s body left on the couch, Sameer didn’t notice the big man’s gaze. Peter took in the his frame: the polo hanging off his torso, the thin legs draped by his jeans, the glasses giving the kid an awkward and nerdy appearance. An idea began to form in Peter’s head, as his hand slowly massaged Sam’s belly. The belly he had helped create.

Peter’s grin got even wider, putting Sameer at ease. “Like I always say, I feel bad eating alone.”

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