Iâve been looking for a job for over a year now. Iâm desperate for one, iâm not even picky about it anymore. I just need a job someway to earn money. It was looking pretty hopeless until this company Lyon wanted me to do an advertisement for the new hotel that there opening. The pay was good so I signed up instantly with no hesitation. Theyâll probably want a fit guy like me to model in the advertisement I think to myself. They make me sign a contract to make sure I follow all the rules. Damn this thing is long why is there so much stuff to read itâs like a terms and conditions I mean who reads all of it anyways. I mostly just click through it. I only pay attention towards the end of all of it. It states at the bottom that theyâre really looking for a man who can represent a lion someone perfect to contribute to the new Lyon hotel. I guess I fall under that category I figured. Clicking it off I sent in my application form.
Monday, they got back to me saying that Iâm the perfect candidate for this position. And they ask me again are you sure you wanna go through with this? Not thinking much of it I select yes. Perfect the advertisement will take place a week from now. Great I think to myself as I shut my computer and head to my car to go to the gym. This is gonna be great it think my first real job. On my way to the gym I get a text from my dad inviting me over for dinner. I take up his offer as heâs making his killer buttered chicken tonight. At the gym I do my normal sets but itâs feels a little bit harder tonight. Arriving at my parentâs house the smell of the food made me feel right at home. It was nice to see my parents and to tell them the good news of course. I tell them at the table while eating my food, damn this food is amazing I guess I do really miss my dadâs cooking. Now normally I only have one plate and maybe go up for seconds but tonight something was different I was already on my fifth plate and still stuffing my face. After I was done I give my slightly bloated stomach a pat and wave my parents goodbye. Arriving at home I crash right in bed and drift to sleep.
Tuesday, ah a new day only six more days tell the big, and damn iâm really hungry luckily I brought home leftovers from my dadâs dinner last night. I serve it up and get ready to dive in and dive in I do all of the leftovers are gone within minutes. I canât hold back can I now. Going to put on my clothes I notice that my shirt feels a little bit tighter as my tummy is poking out a little. I look in the mirror damn my cheeks look chubby I say while rubbing my beard that also needs to be shaved. I gotta take batter care of myself so think as I need to look really good for the job on Sunday. This day goes by in a flash and dinner time already rolls around. This manâs gotta eat I say but nothing in the fridge looks appealing, itâs all to healthy I think. A nice juicy hamburger sounds really good and thatâs exactly what I order. 20 minutes later the food arrives. Iâm so hungry I can barely resist I tear open the bag and grab a mouthful of fries and shove them into my mouth. I peel open the rapper to the burger and take a nice juicy bite, while drops of ketchup drip onto my shirt. I dive into my second burger my stomach howling at how much food I just consumed, but I didnât stop there I wanted more I grab the chocolate milkshake I ordered and slurp it down sipping every last drop. I let out a huge burp in relief of finishing that meal my head resting on my newly formed double chin and hands resting on my stomach pushing out trying to escape. I felt like I was in a food coma I couldnât even move and I didnât as I slowly drifted asleep right there on my sofa chair.
Wednesday, I jolted awake, shocked at the mess around me what the hell happened as if I was almost unaware of what happened last night. I picked up all of the rappers finding it harder to even more around from my increase in size. I canât do this anymore I say as I fall into the couch, checking my watch I notice itâs already 4 in the afternoon what the hell happened thereâs no way I slept in this late I jolted up as there was still stuff to do one of them being ordering me some new clothes. As my old ones were starting to become quite a tight fit, damn clothes are expensive these days especially for bigger people I think. Grabbing my gut I know that I need to go to the gym but meh iâll just do it tomorrow as I walk to the kitchen the grab a bag of chips and order an extra large pizza on my phone with bread sticks. When the food arrives I dive in again eating everything in my sight itâs only takes a minute to eat a meal made for a family of four. Iâll just got to the gym tomorrow itâll be fine.
Thursday, damn this commercial is coming faster then I thought and I am in no need ready for it. I look terrible, I have no more clothes that fit me. Just letting my belly hang freely I notice that itâs gotten a lot hairier; yep itâs definitely time to shave I think but not before breakfast. I whip out some donuts I bought from the store a few days ago. Still fresh I take a bite feeling the creamy feeling touch my tongue. I finish the first one within seconds but I don't mind I still have over 10 left to eat. And thatâs exactly what I did shoving them down my throat I didnât even notice my stomach start to expand even more forming love handles and my pecs starting to soften out becoming my moobs resting on my stomach. My face was getting chubbier by the second and the hair on my body just kept growing. After finishing my dozen donuts I let out a massive burp and rub my gut watching it jiggle up and down.
Friday, waking up in the morning was hard I felt sluggish and tired but I pulled through as the new clothes that I ordered arrived. There was only one problem with them, they didnât even fit me they looked super small on my and my gut was totally peeking out, I brush it aside as I had more important stuff to do today like making a cake. Thatâs right iâm going to make a 3 layer cake, iâve been craving it so much, and I already had all the ingredients to make it. I waddled to the kitchen getting all of the stuff ready as this was going to take up almost my whole day. Making the batter is the longest part, wait or is it letting it cook in the oven ah whatever it doesnât matter I just canât wait to dig in I think to myself. The cake takes all day but I couldnât be happier down it, snaking off little bits of it. I plop myself in bed after a long day of work satisfied as the cake will be ready tomorrow.
Saturday, it really hit me in the morning that the big day is tomorrow. But first of all the cake is ready. Okay normally I stress eat but iâve never stress eaten this mush I ate the whole 3 layer cake in one sitting, shoving that cake in my face like there was no tomorrow, even though tomorrow was the most important day of my life. After I was finished I waddled over to the bathroom to clean up, in there I realize now much hairier iâve gotten my whole stomach was full of hair and my beard was super thick. My stomach and legs were huge taking up a lot of free space. Trying to find a nice outfit for the job tomorrow I couldn't seem to find anything that fit all my clothes wouldnât fit over my gapping stomach. I sign in failure and plopped myself onto the bed getting rest for the big day tomorrow I probably a good idea I say as I drift asleep.
Sunday, today is the big day and I couldnât be less prepared I was a mess nothing fit me and I look nothing like the guy that they hired to do the photo shoot there gonna think that iâm a catfish or something like that. I sign not being able to come up with something in time I waddle out to my car in defeat and somehow manage to squeeze myself in to the car barely being able to fit. Arriving at the hotel it get out of my car in just my underwear as itâs the only thing that still fits me. I walk in and the guy at the front say you must be Ryan here come up here iâll show you where the magic happens. Huh he knew who I was right away even by seeing how I look now, they take me to one of the hotel rooms where the photographer is. âYou must be Ryan Iâm Chace what a pleasure to meet you, seems like the procedure went just great youâll make the perfect lion, I mean just look at you main.â he says while rubbing my beard. âNow just sit down on the bed so we can start.â Procedure, I have no idea what heâs talking about, plopping my self on the bed I can finally relax knowing that my job is almost over with. The mascot of the Lyon hotel.
I wanna smoke out a feedee with one of those super relaxing strains, have him get all nice and comfy on the couch, then hand feed him lots of little munchies. cookies and fresh cut fruit, pita and creamy dips, homemade hot pockets, pizza bagels, ice cream with chocolate sauce.
I want to watch him savor every rich and tasty bite. heâll be perfectly relaxed and comfy, eating from my hand, with nothing to think about besides the endless flow of delicious flavors.
I want to get him so dazed and food drunk that when he wants a drink of soda or another hit, he can only ask with his eyes and a soft moan or whimper
And when heâs eaten every snack in the house and laid back to rest his head for real, the ecstasy of flavor will subside and heâll realize just how incredibly stuffed he actually is. Too couchlocked to move, heâll only be able to focus on my tender caressing and kissing on his glutted belly.
I want to watch him struggling to breathe around his overfull tummy, kiss him while I rub his gut and tell him what a good job he did.
This is Brock and sadly his dad passed away last week. The passing had definitely taken a toll on him but him and his dad were never really close. They were totally different people as Brock liked to hang with friends go to the gym etc.. His dad on the other hand was totally different he mostly just sat in his recliner chair all day and watched football while drinking beer. He definitely started to do that a lot more after Brockâs momâs passing. His dad was old had a huge beer belly with a beard and very out of shape.
His passing was kind of a blessing though to Brock as he is now moving into his dadâs old house. Arriving at the house Brock is filled with tons of different memoryâs some good and some bad. But heâs just glad to be there. Brock quickly tried to unpack his stuff as he didnât have much. All of his dadâs old stuff was still there so he didnât have to bring much in the first place. Brock gets all of his stuff sorted out and put awake nicely. All he has left is a few boxes that need to be put into the attic. Brock hauled all of the heavy boxes up to the dark attic, surprisingly that was his first time up there despite being there so much times. Brock having nothing better to do takes a look around opening old boxes.
Finding nothing interesting Brock is about to head down but something catches his eye. His dadâs ring, what the hell was this doing up here in the attic his dad is always wearing his ring Brock canât seem to remember the last time he saw him with it off. Thatâs odd what is it doing up here in the attic though. Curious Brock picks up the ring and slides it on his finger. Huh a perfect fit Brock thinks to himself. Looking at the ring Brock decides to keep it on I means itâs a great fit and kind of even looks good on him like it was meant to be.
As soon as Brock put on the ring his stomach could not stop rumbling. Damn I guess that means itâs time for dinner he thinks to himself. Going down and looking into the fridge there not even a single piece of food as he hasnât even had time to stalk his fridge yet. So Brock just decides to order pizza instead as itâll just be easier. Normally when Brock gets pizza he just orders a medium pizza. But the rumbling in his stomach said that he wants more so Brock settles on a large pepperoni pizza a side of bread sticks a two bottles of beer. Now normally Brocks not a big beer drinker but something about it tonight sounded good to him. The food arrived shortly after and Brock could barely resist he sat down in his dadâs favorite recliner chair and turned on the foosball game for the night. Brock dove in eating slice after slice of pizza and cracking open his cans of beers there was no holding back for Brock. After what just felt like minutes Brock was already done and letting out a big burp. Brock looked down at his stomach. Damn he looked huge he thought to himself as after that big meal he was definitely bloated. Brock to tired to get up and head to his bed slowly reclines back into his dads chair and drifts asleep.
Waking up Brock felt tired and sluggish two things he almost never feels while getting up. Brock noticed he still has his fatherâs ring on Brock reaches to try to take it off but the ring wonât budge. Itâs almost like it stuck. Brock doesnât really mind though as he think the ring kinda looks good on him. Brockâs stomach rumbles again as it feels like the worst pain Brock has ever felt heâs starving. Brock rushes to his kitchen but barely finds any food. The only thing he manages to find is a pancake mixture. Brock throws the batter onto the stove cooking up almost a dozen pancakes maybe even more. Brock canât even think straight heâs so hungry, he digs in not even giving himself time to chew. Heâs on auto pilot mode just eating pancake after pancake heâs so focused Brock doesnât even realize his stomach slowly start to expand out there punishing against his shirt. After heâs done he finally gives himself a chance to breathe. Heâs got a lot of work to do today though as he needs to get busy. After hours of long hard work getting the house together Brock thinks he deserves some lunch and he doesn't hold back cooking up three hamburgers as he went to the store after breakfast. He chowed down on lunch finishing it in less then five minutes. Brock things he deserves a break so he grabs a beer from the fridge and goes to sit down in his dadâs recliner. Brock wakes up a little while later still in the recliner tv still on. Brock gets up to used the bathroom while in there something caches his eye it was his stomach it was pushed out a little bit making Brock look a little chubby.
He brushes it aside as itâll probably just disappear in the morning he thinks. Brock walks over to his bedroom and plops himself down onto his bed. Brock thinks itâs a little weird sleeping in his dadâs bed but doesnât really mind that much the only annoying part about it is a huge indent in the mattress from where his dad used to sleep. Brock quickly asleep.
Waking up in the he hasnât even realized how big heâs gotten. Damn I really need to cut back on the food he thinks to himself while getting dressed. Brock struggles to get his belt buckled as his stomach was in the way. Even though Brock knows he shouldnât eat he canât resist heâs starving. Brock rushes into the kitchen feeling like if he doesnât eat something this instant heâs not gonna make it. Brock throws some bacon on the grill and heats up three big cinnamon rolls. Shortly after they were done and Brock plops himself down to eat them. Damn these cinnamon rolls are dry he thinks, he needs something to wash them down. Oh a nice glass of beer would be perfect for that he thinks. Brock is about dig in but his shirt feels really tight for some reason and not thinking much of it he slips it off and digs in. Bite after bite Brock just keeps getting fatter and fatter almost to the point where the bottom on his jeans is about to burst. One more bite could do the trick and so it did the bottom burst off flying across the room and Brocks beach ball belly rested on his legs. Brock panicked stands up and jiggles his belly watching it bounce in the process.
Damn he looks huge Brockâs thinks to himself. He needs to stop eating but no matter what he does he canât. Also his dadâs stupid ring wonât come off his finger, speaking of dad Brockâs starting to look a lot like him really taking after his pops living in his legacy. No thatâs not what he wants though Brock wants to look young I mean what are his friends gonna think of his gut. Brock brushes it all aside iâm not becoming my dad am I no that canât be right I hated my old man. Brock pauses and looks down at his gut damn the six pack that he worked so hard for where has it gone same with his pecs now two moobs rest atop his stomach. And his nice pair of jeans ripped speaking of new clothes he needs a new pair. Looking around he canât seem to find anything thatâll fit his new size. Looking in his dadâs room he finds tho perfect solution. His dadâs old clothes I mean no one else is going to wear them so might as well. Brock slips on a pair of his dadâs old jeans and a shirt. Both of the clothes feel a little big on Brock which is good heâs just glad to feel something that fits him.
The day went by in a flash and Brock found himself sitting on his dadâs recliner. I canât do it he says as he gets up to kitchen opens the fridge and grabs two cans a beer and sits back down in his chair. Now thatâs better he thinks to himself as he cracks open the first can. Brock chuckles and gives his beard a good rub. Wait beard Brock doesnât have a beard, he jumps up out of his seat and runs to the nearest mirror. Oh my god there it is a thick beard resting right on his face what the hell is happening he doesnât have a beard he doesnât even really have any facial hair. Brock couldnât take the stress and plops is butt back down to watch some football and drink his second can of beer. Brock didnât even notice his stomach start to expand right in front of his eyes it started to push against the shirt and his legs started getting bigger and bigger thicker hair started to form on his body and even his beard was getting a little bigger. Brock rest his hands on his stomach not even realizing it pushing farther out, becoming huge. Brock worn out from all the work and growing he'd done today he headed to his bedroom. Sitting down on his bed getting a good look at himself damn heâs gotten fat what had happened did he really let himself go that hard.
Brock rolls over onto the indent in his bed almost fitting it perfectly. Waking up in the morning he struggles to sit up from all the extra weight put on him. This stupid ring, get the hell of my finger. The ring wouldnât budge Brockâs fingers were far too chubby now for the ring to slide off. Brock makes a huge grunt trying to sit up barely being able to do it. He lets out a sign of relief as heâs already out of breath. Brock walks over to his dadâs closet and slips on some of his clothes still feeling tight on him. And waddles over in the kitchen for breakfast. Brock looks in the pantry finding a box of a dozen donuts that he had picked up yesterday. Brock hardly couldnât wait sitting down at the. kitchen table and digging in bite after bite he was devouring those donuts. Brock was so concentrated in eating he didnât even realize his beard start to grow bigger and bigger and becoming more of a salt and pepper color. And is belly starting to grow even more. Brock finished with his dozen donuts licks every finger one by one letting out a huge burp in the process. Waddling to the bathroom to release the hound he takes a look at himself in the mirror. Damn him and his dad could be twins, darn it he even looked a bit fatter then his old man himself. Brock takes one good look at the ring on his finger and gives his gut a good pat. I think I can enjoy this way of life Brock says as he walks to the kitchen to grab another beer.
It had been such a thrill, finding that the scouts had picked him; those same experts who had signed up the likes of Harley Hawkinson and Carl Williams. Did they really see the same potential in Nicko as they had done in those superstar football players? It all felt so surreal as he got off the plane to Oklahoma and entered the training facility.Â
Nicko knew it wouldnât be easy to prove himself. He looked around the large sports hall, filled with over one hundred large, athletic college guys, all hoping for the same dream of a professional sports contract: to play the game that they loved and get paid handsomely for it.
âAs you all know, the modern game of football is dominated by guys who are more muscular than we have ever seen before,â an older guy explained to them from the staging area during this first welcome meeting. âIn the last three years, we have seen the average weight of a professional football player increase by 30lbs. And that number looks set to continue to increase.â
Looking around at the other guys, Nicko couldnât help but understand why he was saying this. Sure, the guys around him were full of talent. How else would they have got here otherwise? But put them on a field with the professionals out there these days, and they would get trampled down in seconds. They all knew it. None of them had the muscle and the bulk that was needed to survive in a big league game.
âOur training scheme and medical support can give you that last hope of achieving your dreams,â the man on stage went on; selling the scheme which each of them had already signed up for. They all knew this was their only real shot at success. These days, no professional football player got anywhere without the experimental drugs offered in places like this; not that anyone would ever admit it outside of these walls. âSo, my advice to you is, train hard and work with us⊠Now Iâm going to hand you over to someone you will all be very familiar with. Weâre so proud of him and delighted that he has given up his time to be with us today. Boys, please may I introduce you to⊠the one and only⊠Carl Williams!â he beamed, as the large room of excited college athletes roared into life.
An enormous, hulking mass of man began strutting from the door and onto the stage. He lifted his arm up, accepting all the applause and smiling from ear to ear. Every muscle on his body was pumped and full. Even his forearms looked incredibly developed. Nicko could hardly believe his eyes! His biggest celebrity crush, right here in the same room with him! Carl was known for playing rough and dirty on the field and, in Nickoâs wildest fantasies, he was much the same in the bedroom. Not to mention the fact that, in terms of celebrity bulges, Carl was off the charts. Every gay site he visited had picked up on the fact Carl was packing something absolutely enormous between those giant thighs.Â
The man didnât speak to them for long, but soon had everyone up on their feet, chanting his name. He stuck around too, and was there that evening as they sat down to their first meal together.
âThey say he has some sort of sixth sense about which guys will go on to do well here,â Nickoâs new friend, Steve, whispered to him; both of them looking with jealousy at the six young guys who had been invited to sit on Carlâs table.
Nicko shook his head sceptically. âNah, theyâre just the loud ones who know how to sell themselves,â he scoffed, having met a couple of them and deciding that they were not the type of guys he would want to hang around with here; so pumped full of arrogance and self-importance. âWeâve just got to train hard, thatâs all.â
Steve exhaled and raised his eyebrows. âI wish that was true,â he mumbled. âBut we both know the only thing that sets this training academy apart from the rest is the drugs they use. You can train as hard as you like, but if the drugs disagree with you, thatâs the end of the line. Career over.â
Nicko rubbed the spot where heâd had his first injection earlier that day; straight into the muscle at the top of his right butt cheek. âPlease work!â he thought silently. There was nothing more he wanted in life than to be up on that top table with Carl Williams.
During the first three weeks, some guys started to stand out remarkably well. Shoulders began to widen, whilst larger glutes and thighs made the training sessions more intense and physical than ever before. Nicko could see the changes in his roommate, Steve, each time he came out of the shower: his biceps bulging and his pecs pumped.
As for Nicko, he had seen only minor changes in his muscle mass, and he was yet to make any impression on the trainers. But as certain guys began to bulk faster, hit harder and dominate on the field, it became more and more of a challenge to stand out, or even stay on your feet.
Egos were beginning to run riot at the camp. Those guys who had quickly responded to the treatments began to strut about with more confidence and ownership of the place than any of them had expected. The larger guys hung out with each other more, sitting together at meal times and excluding those they obviously found inferior.
âDonât worry,â Steve whispered to him as it was obvious that everything was getting to Nicko. âYouâll respond more to the drugs soon. Youâve just got to focus on the training. Thatâs the important part.â
Nicko nodded, knowing that Steve didnât believe a word of what he was saying. In two weeks, they were making their first eliminations, and Steve knew he was heading straight home.
During the assessment, Steve very quickly got a sense of how badly it was going. He was weighed, prodded and poked to within an inch of his life; seeing the same grim faces on the medical professionals all around him. In the end, he was simply sent to a small room and told to wait there for someone to come and speak to him. The afternoon training session was to begin in thirty minutes, but no-one was in a rush to ensure he would make it. The reason for that was obvious: he wasnât coming back.Â
It was no shock to Nicko that he was in this position. The last week in particular had been especially hard. Heâd been thrown around by the larger guys in training, beginning to understand how the nerds must have felt back in high school. At twenty-one years old, Nicko was in a place that was little better than a kindergarten playground.
Without warning, and making Nicko jump with surprise, the door suddenly opened and an enormous muscular man entered. It took a couple of seconds for Nicko to focus and recognise the person who was now filling the tiny room they were in, but when he did, he shot to his feet and held his arm out, desperate to shake the guyâs hand. âCarl Williams!â he blasted. âI canât believe youâre here.â
Carl looked across at him with a smirk; his eyes travelling up and down Nickoâs body as he reached out his hand for him to shake. âSo youâre Nicko, huh?â he asked, as if trying to hold back a laugh.
Nicko nodded, hardly believing that this meeting was even happening. Carl was even more insanely huge and attractive up close like this.
âSit down, Nicko,â Carl ordered, grabbing a chair himself. âI need to break something to you.â
âIâm being kicked out, arenât I?â Nicko shot back, not wanting to draw this out and ruin his one-on-one time with his biggest celebrity crush.
âOh, of course you are,â Carl chuckled, seeming surprised that Nicko had only just figured it out. âBut one of the boys told me you had a bit of a crush on me, so I thought I would come in here to soften the blow.â
Carl gazed at Nicko with a sly grin on his face. He knew that he had embarrassed him and he was enjoying the period of time when Nicko was squirming and desperately thinking of how to respond.
âUm, so⊠how come Iâm going home?â he asked, trying to fill the cringing silence.
âBecause youâve not responded to the drugs the same as everyone else,â Carl shot back, looking at him as though he was stupid for not being able to see that for himself.Â
âBut there are a few guys who arenât packing on muscle all that fast either,â Nicko protested.
âOh, youâre right about that,â Carl nodded. âBut youâve not gained any muscle mass at all,â he stated harshly. âIn fact, youâre part of the less than 1% who actually lose muscle mass on this treatment.â
âThatâs not true,â Nicko protested. âI have gained weight since Iâve been here.â
âDonât be stupid,â Carl laughed. âYouâve only gained fat since you started.â He pointed at the slight paunch that always popped out whenever Nicko was on a bulking diet. âAll the guys can see that. I hear theyâve been giving you a rough time this week? The medical team spotted a nice collection of bruises on your body this morning.â
âNot too bad,â Nicko lied, not wanting to look pathetic in front of his idol.
Carl simply laughed as if he knew differently. âSure, sure,â he nodded patronisingly. âThose guys are just learning; being on a football team is like being part of a pack of wolves. So when you see a little piggy on the field with you, youâve got to go for them.â
Nickoâs eyes bulged at Carlâs rudeness. But the professional athlete simply smiled at him, as if daring him to call him out on his comments. Then, when Nicko kept quiet, the big man nodded in approval.
âI like you,â Carl grinned wickedly. âYouâve got the right attitude and you donât live too far from where I play, do you?â he asked, having clearly studied Nickoâs notes before coming in. âIâd love to grab a few beers with you sometime in the coming months.â
Nicko nodded his head frantically.
âGood,â Carl smiled, reaching his large hand out to stroke Nickoâs thigh. âPlay your cards right and I might even let you suck me off,â he teased, before standing and heading straight out of the room.
Despite the daring, unbelievably hot fantasy Carl had dangled in front of Nickoâs nose: home still beckoned. He had lost. The dream of sporting success and insane riches was now over.
With a mediocre college degree, Nicko settled into an equally mediocre office job, close to home so that he could move back in with his parents. Heâd suffered from a great sense of failure after the training scheme had gone so badly. No one wanted to be the first one sent home; he hadnât even had a chance to say even a quick goodbye to his friends. Heâd got himself into quite the slump, finding that no matter what he did, he simply couldnât shake off the little arching paunch he had developed in Oklahoma. In fact, despite all his careful eating and gym work, it actually seemed to be increasing in size more than anything.Â
The same could be said for the rest of his body, with Nickoâs underwear pinching uncomfortably as his tight glutes began to pack on some extra, softening mass. Was he really developing love handles at this age, even after all this exercise? It just didnât seem physically possible. His date, the weekend before, had even called him out on his extra pounds. Perhaps he had even been right to do so; his profile pictures really were a little out of date these days. It meant that when he got the call from someone on Carl Williamsâ staff, trying to set up a date for their beers, Nicko went immediately into panic mode. There was nothing in his closet that was suitable for drinks with a football superstar; at least, nothing that fitted!
âWell, well, wellâŠâ Carl smirked as Nicko entered the very private VIP room at the back of the noisy, exclusive club in the city. The enormous 335lb football player looked sexier than ever, all dressed up as he was for a night out. âLet me get a look at you,â he demanded, ruthlessly kicking away the table in front of him with his feet and making space for Nicko.
Having travelled for an hour to get here and arguing with the security outside for twenty minutes that he was a guest of Carlâs, Nicko wanted nothing more than to just sit and have a drink. However, when Carl clicked his fingers and pointed again to where he was being summoned, Nicko only did as he was told.
Immediately, Carl reached forwards, slapping one hand on Nickoâs larger butt and the other on the furthest extent that his paunch was now sticking out. He smiled, bouncing both lightly and seeming to appreciate the new width across the middle of Nickoâs body. âLook at you!â he growled with disgust. âYou wouldn't last two minutes on the football field now. My boys would rip you to pieces!â
âIâm trying this new dietâŠâ Nicko began explaining, not knowing what else to say.
Carl winced and shook his head impatiently. âShh! I donât want to hear about shit like that.â He leaned right back, then tapped his outstretched thigh, silently telling Nicko to sit on it.
Again, Nicko did as he was old, unable to comprehend that he was getting so close to his football idol. He heard Carl growl in appreciation as Nickoâs torso slipped so easily into his reach. Then, without a word, he began unbuttoning Nickoâs shirt from the very top.
âWait!â Nicko jumped. âDonât people come in here?â
âYes,â Carl replied, unperturbed as he reached the fourth button down.
âWhat if someone comes in and sees me like this?â
âThen they will seeâŠâ Carl smiled, finally reaching the end of the buttons and now splaying the shirt material to the sides, â...THIS!â
Nicko tensed as his fleshy torso was revealed to the one person he had been carefully dressing to conceal it from.
âFuck!â Carl blasted. âEven the tits are coming in!â he laughed loudly, reaching up and bouncing one of Nickoâs nipples.
Nicko got up, feeling embarrassed. He felt Carlâs strong hand clasp the back of his pants and pull him back over his knee so that Nicko actually fell into the space on the couch beside the football superstar. From there, the enormous man seemed to envelope him, his arm over his body and his face so deliciously close.
âDonât be shy,â Carl whispered teasingly. âThis happens to all the boys at the training camp eventually. WellâŠâ he grinned, raising his arm to show off his incredible bicep, â...almost all.â
âWeight gain?â Nicko asked, feeling his stomach rolling over his belt as he sat, half on his back, with the enormous athlete looming over him.
Carl nodded. âA fat belly, jiggly tits, a giant, doughy butt⊠you know how it goes,â he laughed; his lips devastatingly near. âBut the one percent, well, that boy is always very special.â
Niko nodded, remembering Carl referring to the muscle stimulant medication having an opposite outcome for one percent of the people who used it. Which, in Nickoâs group, had been him. âIâm special?â he asked, aroused by all this attention he was getting.
âVery much so,â Carl grinned, rubbing Nickoâs cheek with an outstretched finger. âThe one percent packs on fat faster than anyone else. In less than a year, he can go from a chiselled athlete to a full grown superchub!â
âThat canât be true,â Nicko replied. âTheyâd never allow something like that.â
âAnd yetâŠâ Carl laughed, grabbing the roll of fat hanging over Nickoâs belt: his point made. âYou really have no concept of how much money there is to be made in football, do you? How vital things like this are for the economy? Fatties like you are just⊠collateral damage⊠a necessary evil on the way to creating superstars like me.â
âHow do I stop this?â Niko asked, watching the athlete getting up and unbuckling his pants.
âSucking on this should help,â Carl lied, pulling his monstrously large erection out and slapping it into the palm of his hand. It was even bigger than Nicko had ever imagined, gazing at pictures and videos of the guyâs bulge over the years
Overcome with lust, Nicko slipped his mouth over as much of it as he could, just as he was directed. Everything that had happened since entering this room had been like a dream. Whatever weird things were happening in his life right now, here he was, pleasuring a football champion!
âOh, yeah! Thatâs good!â Carl moaned. âYes! Work that tongue, One Percent! Take as much of me in as you can!â
In those moments, Nicko did not care what was happening to him. He was the luckiest guy in the world, feeling ecstatic as he brought the enormous man to a full climax, simply by using his mouth.
Clearly impressed, a sweaty Carl buckled his belt back up and sat himself down again. âKeep that up and youâll go far with me,â he sighed in appreciation.
As Carl fixed his clothing, Nicko tried to do the same, beginning to refasten his shirt buttons. However, Carl was still having none of it; placing his large hand very decidedly over Nickoâs and saying ânoâ in a very strict manner; as if training a puppy.
âHave you ever thought about moving to the city?â Carl asked next.
Nicko shook his head. âI couldnât afford it. Plus, I donât know anyone here.â
âGood. That means you wouldnât go wandering,â Carl shot back bluntly. âI can get you somewhere by next weekend. You can live there, and then youâre close by for me to pop in whenever I want. I keep a few guys that way.â
âWhy would you do that for me?â Nicko asked, confused by what he felt were a rush of mixed messages.
âAt a game, the front row seats are always the best,â Carl simply replied, leaning across once more and flicking the fat roll that fell over Nickoâs belt. âAnd this is a show I have no intention of missingâŠâ
It was a couple of months later. Nicko stood at the large picture window of his apartment, still unable to comprehend the amazing view he had over the cityscape. Fully furnished and decorated by professional interior designers, Nicko was living a life he could have only ever imagined in his very wildest of dreams. He was even paid a salary each month and had new bank accounts set up entirely by Carlâs people. And all it took was the signing of several non-disclosure agreements from the athleteâs numerous lawyers.
âItâs time to put that pizza down, Fat Boy!â Carl called out, striding in unannounced, as usual.
Nicko chuckled. He hadnât been eating any pizza, although you would never have guessed that from looking at him. Upon Carlâs insistence, he wore only his underwear around the apartment, catching glimpses of his increasingly lardy reflection in the many, many mirrors that Carl had insisted was part of the interior design.
âJeez! Look at you!â Carl laughed, undressing himself at the door, as he always did, and watching as his secret project came waddling into view. He pulled his erection out and stipped even his boxers, standing there as the perfect masculine specimen. âYour tits just wonât quit growing, will they?â he laughed. âAnd look at this fat butt!â he marvelled, dropping Nickoâs underwear and slapping the oversized glutes which had been filling up at a faster rate since Carl had been sending over take-out most nights. Nicko could tell from the way that Carl was handling them, exactly how the big man wanted to fuck him that evening.
The big mirror in the hallway was always Carlâs favourite spot. He could bend Nicko over the sturdy little desk and watch their reflections as he powerfully bombarded his boyâs chubbyâs rear with blow after blow.
âYou played well last night,â Nicko offered afterwards as a naked Carl lounged on his sofa for a rest afterwards..
âYeah, yeah,â Carl sighed, rolling his eyes. He had people blowing smoke up his ass all day long. This wasnât what he kept Nicko for.
âI felt so proud, I decided to finish all those doughnuts you sent me,â he explained, hoping to please his lover.
âGood,â Carl nodded. âItâs about time you stopped resisting the ways Iâm trying to help you fatten faster.â He beckoned Nicko closer, just as the chubby boy had hoped. âSo, tell me, how did it make you feel, eating all that for me?â
Still fully loaded and, as yet, unsatisfied, Nicko gasped in excitement as he felt Carlâs hand moving onto his thigh, ready to pleasure him if only he said the right things. âIt felt incredible,â he replied, exaggerating. âIt made me want to eat even more food and please you so much more,â he continued, feeling his erection having a gentle stroke; so subtle and yet so precise.
âGo on,â Carl demanded, not letting Nicko stop. âTell me more.â
Nicko gasped, always climaxing pathetically quickly whenever Carl was the one touching him. âIt made me so excited to get heavier for youâŠâ he offered.
âOh, no. Thatâs not the right word now, is it?â Carl sighed with disappointment. âYouâre not just getting heavier, are you? Tell me whatâs really happening, One Percent.â
Nicko gave another gasp of arousal, his jaw slackening as the pleasure built. âIâm getting fatter for you,â he replied diligently.
âWhat else?â Carl demanded again, having found a small crack in Nickoâs defences and prizing it open in any way that he could.
âIâm getting lazier. I donât exercise. And I eat like a pig,â Nicko whispered, just as he had been trained.
âYou are a pig,â Carl shot back at him, spiking Nickoâs arousal even more. The shock he felt over the word was now gone, given how many times Carl had whispered it into his ear whenever he came. Now the word had become a key for unlocking Nickoâs arousal.Â
Nicko nodded, gazing submissively into the big manâs eyes. His breathing was heavy and his entire body twitched as the orgasm built.
âPiggy, Piggy, Piggy!â Carl sang teasingly, forcing Nickoâs hardess to erupt explosively yet again.
âMy goodness! What on earth have you been eating?â asked Nickoâs mother a few weeks later as he called home for a quick visit.
Nicko could feel his face flushing. âItâs nothing,â he mumbled, trying to conceal his stout gut that had quickly formed and dominated his torso. It was all his family wanted to talk about, demanding explanations from Nicko about exactly what he was doing to gain so much weight so quickly. Didnât he have any regard for his health? His appearance? His ability to find someone nice to settle down with? Just what was this city life doing to him?Â
âSheâs only thinking of you, Son,â Nickoâs dad offered later that afternoon, as the pair retreated into the TV room to watch the football.Â
âI know, I know,â Nicko huffed, trying to concentrate on the game to see how Carl was playing. Then he winced as Carl went in for a big tackle, destroying the opposition.
âOuch!â Nickoâs dad hooted. âHeâs a nasty piece of work, that Carl Williams! Look at him getting up like nothingâs happened. That poor guy will be out for weeks after that tackle.â
âSo?,â Nicko replied defensively. âIt wasnât an illegal tackle. Heâs not broken any rules.â
âNo, just another guyâs shoulder by the looks of things. Third one this season by my count.â
They both watched the screen as Carl strutted about on the pitch, waiting for the medical team to finish up so that play could resume. Nicko knew the football player well enough to know when he was trying to suppress a proud smile.
âA man that big has no place on the football field,â Nickoâs dad continued. âLook at him! His arms are bigger than my thighs! The game has gone ridiculous!â
But Nicko definitely was watching, feeling blood pumping into his groin. He rubbed his fat tummy, just as Carl would have, suddenly knowing that he wanted to gorge himself stupid on fast food on the way home.
âI weighed myself this morning,â Nicko explained, lying on his front, naked on the bed after a particularly boisterous session with Carl. âThree hundred and forty one pounds,â he smiled, rolling a little and grabbing a wedge of belly fat.
âYou have to start eating more then, wonât you?â Carl replied, unimpressed. âYouâre only just a little heavier than me.â
Nicko laughed. Whilst the fact was true, his and Carlâs bodies were complete polar opposites in terms of composition.
âI mean it,â Carl stated seriously. âThree fifty by next weekend. Make it happen.â
âAm I the fattest of the guys you keep?â Nicko asked, knowing how Carl supported lots of secret lovers all over the city.
âNot even close!â Carl laughed.
âDo you think I could be, one day?â
Carl looked at him seriously, studying his face in a way that he did not usually. Then his answer, when it came, was actually a lot more considered than anything else that usually came out his mouth. âWhy? Do you want to be?â
The feeling of having Carlâs attention was a drug that Nicko could never wean himself off. âFor you,â he smiled, âIâd do anything.â
With Nickoâs new enthusiasm and commitment, he felt himself rising up the ranks in Carlâs mind. The athlete came over a lot more and took a very active interest in ensuring that Nicko continued to grow as heâd promised he would. One such perk was having free seats to any of Carlâs games; often getting himself on camera as he gorged on corn dogs in the stands. Â
âSteve?â Nicko asked as he recognised the man standing by the rest rooms after the game. âHowâre you doing, buddy? I canât believe Iâm bumping into you!â
The young man Nicko had met and made friends with in the training camp failed to recognise him until Nicko introduced himself once more. His jaw dropped and he spluttered and mumbled his way through the conversation, clearly not quite believing that they had once been roommates a little over one year ago.
âHow did the training camp work out for you in the end?â Nicko asked. âI didnât even get to say goodbye to anyone.â
âYeah, we got used to that,â Steve nodded. âWeâd see guys at breakfast and then⊠gone. Kicked out. I got down to the final thirty or so. But it got so toxic in the end,â he grumbled, reeling off the names of the guys both he and Nicko had despised: the ones who were now making names for themselves in the professional game. âIn the end, I was quite happy to leave.â
Nicko looked down to Steveâs body, noticing a stout little stomach under his pumped pecs.Â
Steve noticed him looking and he sucked in hids stomach slightly, clearly feeling a little awkward. âIâve been trying to keep up the training,â he rambled on, clearly used to making excuses for his appearance. âItâs just hard to balance now Iâm working full time as well.â
âItâs much easier when you give into it,â Nicko smiled knowingly.Â
âYeah, wellâŠâ Steve smiled awkwardly. âIâm not quite ready for that.â
Nicko wondered whether he should tell his old friend that the weight gain wasnât going to stop; that just like him, Steve was heading on a path to enormous obesity as a result of their time in the training camp. However, he resisted, giving his old friend the goodbye hug he had never been allowed at the camp, and watching the guyâs meaty, round glutes and stubborn love handles as he walked back to his girlfriend who was now out of the restrooms. If only she knew the body her boyfriend would soon inhabit: another victim of his own lust for sporting success.
It was only now that Nicko realised just how involved Carl had been from the beginning, having invested millions in the training camp they had attended, and reaping fifty times as much in return. It was what he loved most in the entire world; never missing a single event day they held, and personally seeing to it that more and more naive college boys were signed up each year.
âYouâre such a good pig these days,â Carl grinned, watching Nicko nibbling on the specially made giant doughnuts that fitted perfectly around Carlâs thick erection. âJust seeing you without your clothes on now⊠youâre so disgustingly obese, and yet⊠look at you eat!â
Nicko nibbled and licked the remaining bits up quickly and sat up so that Carl could touch and jiggle his enormous body, laughing as the waves of pure fat travelled in such interesting ways through his entire body.Â
âHow about we get you somewhere nicer to live than this dump?â he asked, scorning as he looked around the plush, luxury apartment. âSomewhere a lot more superchub friendly.â
Nicko nodded, happy to live wherever Carl thought was best. As he had grown, the wage that was deposited into his account each month had been increasing more and more. Carl had always been great at incentives. In a couple more months, he would even be able to buy his own place, should he so wish.
âIâm looking for somewhere very exclusive for my original piggy to live in,â Carl explained, bouncing up and pushing Nicko onto his back on the bed. âIâd like it to be somewhere for you both to live together,â he smiled, picking up another cream filled doughnut and pushing it into Nickoâs submissive mouth.
Chewing quickly and swallowing as much as he could, Nicko nodded with interest. âThis is the guy you first went on the training course with? Your fattest boy so far?â
âYou wait until you see him!â Carl grinned excitedly. âMountains and mountains of pure blubber!â he chuckled, stuffing yet another doughnut into Nickoâs mouth and watching as the greedy boy swallowed it down for him âBut heâs not always obedient, like you. He still tries to push against my rules on occasion,â he sneered in irritation. âThe pigâs almost one hundred pounds heavier than you are,â Carl explained, having never actually given Nicko any insight into the differences between him and the other fatties he kept. âYet, he still thinks he can defy me at times.â
Nicko looked up at the gorgeous, hulking monster above him. âDonât worry. Iâll sort him out for you,â he stated with certainty.
Carl threw his head back and laughed. âMy disgusting fatty is setting himself a mission, is he?â he mocked. âWell, you do that then, One Percent,â he nodded approvingly. âTurn him into a good piggy, just like you.â
Nicko smiled, delighted to be trusted with such a task. He rolled over, feeling Carlâs large hand smacking an entire palmful of lubricant into his crack. Then he pulled his heavy, fat-filled glutes wide apart to demonstrate that he was ready to be fucked again. Nicko didnât know exactly when he had stopped caring about anything else in his life; devoting himself entirely to Carlâs wants and needs. He knew that the guy was wicked and manipulative; throwing his money around and flaunting his good looks to get whatever he wanted. He knew as well that the guy could get bored of him and drop him in a flash. But whilst he was here, basking in the limelight, he would enjoy every second of it.Â
"Once you ruined your reputation, you can live quite freely"
You did it. You gathered your courage and shifted from the realm of fantasy to reality. You started gaining weight for real. You let go of all the fatphobic misinformation about weight and health and attractiveness. You gained some pounds and you loved the sensation of growing softer. You liked your body when you looked at it.
But there is one thing that's the most difficult to let go of. The little voice in the back of your head saying: what if people see that I got fat? What would they think? You keep both thinking about the reaction of new people you meet as your new fatter self, and about the reaction of people who used to know you as the average medium. Would they whisper about you behind your back? Would they laugh?
And then, one day, it hits you. You're not exactly sure when it happens - maybe when you grunt your way through trying to tie your shoes again, or see your chubby reflection in a shop window; or maybe when you notice how tight your t-shirt is around your bulging belly.
It hits you: you're fat, and you've been fat for a while. And people definitely noticed.
And then, suddenly, instead of mortified, you feel... free.
You don't have to prove anything to anyone anymore. You don't have to pretend that the slight weight gain is temporary, that you're trying to lose the pounds, that you're eating "healthy". You're fat. In our fucked up fatphobic society, it does put you in a different category of a human being, but at the same time, it lifts some expectations off your shoulders. You passed a point of chubby and you're a full fledged fatty, and nobody expects you to take part in the race towards thinness.
You test the new waters. You flippantly mention that you're fat in the presence of your friends and acquaintances. They look away, embarrassed, clearly trying to avoid saying "hell yeah, you are fat, we were wondering if you noticed".
You grin, filled with glee.
You've ruined your "reputation". You can live freely. Eat big meals in public. Waddle around. Jiggle. Gain even more weight.
âYes?â Aaron asked abruptly, seeing that Kirk was calling him yet again.
âHe says heâs full already,â Kirk replied. âHeâs only had three doughnuts and now he just wants to sit and watch a movie.â
Aaron sighed. As one of his newest recruits, Kirk was more than a little needy when it came to applying the skills that Aaron had tried to instil in him. Every year it seemed like there were more and more guys moving to the city with a kink for fattening up. Although Aaron hadnât liked it, it had always been necessary for him to outsource to other feeders when he became overrun. He simply did not have the time to tackle all the boys who got in contact with him, desperate to be fattened and submit to him.
âDid you try the trigger words?â Aaron asked. âI made a list of the nicknames Jay gets the most aroused by. Theyâre all on the file I sent you: âFatsoâ, âPiggyâ⊠I think he even got pretty hard at âLardassâ as well,â he rambled on, trying to recall his observations from the initial feed he had done himself with Jay, three months back.
âI tried them,â Kirk shot back. âCan you come over? I really donât know what else to do.â
Sighing in frustration, Aaron ended the call. On paper, Kirk looked set to be an awesome feeder: good looking, athletic and masculine-looking. He was one of the star players in the college football team and seemed to have that natural air of authority about him. Feeding a short, little chub like Jay should have been simple. But this was the fourth time heâd got in contact, wanting more support. Perhaps he would make a good feeder one day, but that still seemed like a long way off.
âThanks for coming,â Kirk smiled, opening the door to Jayâs apartment and seeing that Aaron had picked up a couple of pizzas along the way. He was whispering, having not told Jay that he had needed to get Aaron over to help him.
âIs that what youâre wearing tonight?â Aaron asked, indignantly, seeing the feederâs attire. âWhat is with that sweater?â
âItâs cold out tonight,â Kirk mumbled back.
âSo?â Aaron grumbled, taking his own shirt and pants off as soon as he was through the door. âIf you want these fatties to eat, you sell them the fantasy,â he pointed at his own staggeringly built and athletic body. âThey donât need the wholesome âboy next doorâ look putting them off,â he sighed, still amazed by how average such a sexy guy could look in something so ill-fitting. âAnd would it kill you to put some product in your hair?â he continued, noticing that Kirk must have come straight from the showers after his football training.Â
Kirk nodded, seeming to agree that he hadnât made enough effort. He followed Aaronâs lead, removing the offending sweater and taking off his pants, despite the slight chill in the apartment. Then he went to the tap and brushed some warm water through his hair to fluff it up a little.
âHello there, Fatso!â Aaron smiled, leading the way into the lounge area with the pizza boxes.
âI didnât know you were coming tonight as well!â Jay smiled, actually getting up from his chair. Back when Aaron had been feeding the guy himself, the chub had been well trained to stay sitting on his blubbery glutes the entire time he was there. His shirt wasnât even off and he was wearing actual slippers on his feet, like an old man. Had Kirk really tried to initiate a kinky feeding session when the pig wasnât even stripped? Just how many other rules like this had the boy been letting slide?
Aaron pulled Jay into a passionate kiss. He allowed both of their hands to roam freely, and by the time they came out of it, Aaron had successfully removed both Jayâs shirt and pants. âYouâre looking so big now!â Aaron smiled, taking in Jayâs fattened physique: 350 lbs of tits, belly rolls and blubber.
âIâve gained another 2 lbs since I saw you last!â Jay boasted, grinning with pride.
Aaron smiled, despite the irritation he felt. Two pounds in an entire month? Did he really think that was acceptable? Did Kirk not challenge him on such mediocre gains? After all the hours Aaron had put in training up the guyâs appetite, back when he was little more than a twink, a two pound gain should have been just a normal part of life for him now.
âKirk tells me youâve not got much of an appetite tonight?â Aaron went on, sitting the fat boy back down in his chair, where he belonged. âIs there any reason why?â
Jay looked a little awkward, but smiled as he saw Kirk coming to stand beside Aaron; his toned athleteâs body now on show. âThe truth is,â Jay mumbled, âIâve got my dad and step-mom coming to stay with me this weekend. My dadâs always been somewhat critical of me since I started getting fat. I guess it sort of dampens the appetite,â he sighed.
Aaron nodded sympathetically. âI understand,â he smiled sweetly. âThank you for being so open with me. It must be incredibly hard for you. As kinky as it is to get this fat, explaining it to your family is never easy.â
âThatâs it,â Jay agreed, visibly relaxing now he had shared his concerns aloud. He sat back a little more in his chair and rubbed his tummy. âItâs hard to eat tonight when I know my dad is going to be even more disappointed in me.â
Again, Aaron smiled. He tapped Kirkâs tight butt, silently ordering him into his position, behind Jayâs chair. The next movement was about to begin.
âI really do understand,â Aaron offered lovingly. âAs you can imagine, I see it time and time again with all my boys.â
Jay smiled back, with little comprehension of how many guys across the city were actually fattening up under Aaronâs watchful eye.
âBut, do you know who doesnât care?â Aaron asked next, slipping off his underwear and letting his erection spring out. âThis guy here,â he pointed at his already pulsing hardness. âHe couldn't give a shit about all that sort of crap. The fat boys whinge about how full they are, or how none of their clothes fit. They bitch about their families, their friends not being supportive. They talk about how much they sweat now, how out of breath they getâŠâ Aaron went on, rubbing his boner and seeing that Jay simply could not take his eyes off it. âBut this guyâŠâ Aaron emphasised again, â...he just couldnât give a fuck! He actually gets off on it; their complaints and genuine concerns. He just wants to see them eat and grow, fatter and fatter every single day.â
Aaron nodded to Kirk, letting him know that it was time to tap the newly aroused fatty on the head, ordering him to start sucking. Then, only a few seconds later, Jayâs mouth enveloped as much of Aaronâs dick as possible, moaning with lust as he did so.
Kirk, who was now rubbing Jayâs back encouragingly, looked across at Aaron, clearly impressed at how quickly he had turned the situation around. However, Aaron merely stared back at him in annoyance. It wasnât just the fact that Jay had always been so pathetically weak at giving blow jobs, but why hadnât Kirk done this? How many times had he been told these strategies to get the pigs eating when they were less keen? Sometimes their mouths just needed a little warm up; a little lubricating. âGo get the pizzas,â he ordered sternly, about to begin yet another demonstration of how to stuff a pig to his absolute limit.
After that evening, Aaron assigned Jay to another of his feeders, hoping that Jay was simply a poor fit for him. In his place, he gave Kirk a new and highly motivated second year college student who had impressed him a lot when heâd interviewed him about why he wanted to be fattened up. Perhaps seeing the fattening process from scratch might give Kirk the kick up the ass that he needed.
âFive pounds?â Aaron asked, feeling exasperated. âYouâve had three months and that;s all youâve done to him? Heâll lose that in no time now heâs gone home for the summer!â
âHe had exams and stuff, though,â Kirk tried. âI didnât want to get in the way.â
âOh, come on, Kirk! How many times have I talked to you about stress eating? You missed a golden opportunity to really push some weight onto him there! He also tells me heâs working on a farm over the summer. How the hell did you let that happen? You know thatâs too much exercise!â
âI didnât really think it was my place to say anythingâŠâ Kirk mumbled, realising that he had messed up yet again.
âYouâre the fucking feeder!â Aaron shouted, finally letting his frustration get the better of him. âOf course itâs your place to say these things to the pigs!â
Kirk sighed, disappointed with himself. âIâll do better when I see him next. I promise.â
Aaron shook his head in disappointment yet again. He liked Kirk, he really did. He had all the hallmarks of a good feeder, with a pretty face that made everyone stop and stare. He had the sex appeal to make a guy eat if he really wanted them to. But his application of the basic feeder principles and training were utterly lost on him.
âLook, letâs just take this time as a little breather,â Aaron suggested. âI have some time off at the end of this month. You can come over to my place and weâll do some little role plays and scenarios; stuff that should help you when your pig gets back for the new semester.â
Kirk nodded gratefully, knowing that he still had so much to learn.
âSo, what is a feederâs main objective?â Aaron asked a couple of weeks later as he led Kirk into his apartment.
The question clearly caught the football player off guard and a long pause followed before he finally answered. âThat the pig eats everything we give them,â he offered, seeming confident.
Aaron shook his head. âYouâre thinking too short term,â he shot back. âA feederâs goal is, and always will be, the results: the tight pants, the fat gains, the number on the scales. Thatâs all that really matters. There are different ways to get there: meal plans, submission, dominance, you name it. But the feederâs goal is always in the blubber he can pack onto his prey. Is that clear?â
Kirk nodded.
âThat means that it really doesnât matter if you never even use some of the strategies weâre going to revise today. As long as you get the results, thatâs all I care about.â
âOkay. That makes sense,â Kirk agreed.
âFeeding is a sensual exercise,â Aaron began, taking his shirt off and removing his pants; still pumped from his gym workout that morning. âYouâre never going to feed a pig to his full capacity unless you get the support you need. So where do you find that support?â
Kirk, who had been following Aaronâs lead and undressing, sat himself down in the guyâs feeding chair and pondered the question. âYou mean I should call you?â he asked.
Again, Aaron sighed. None of this information should have been new to him. âNo, Kirk! The best feeder a pigâs ever going to have is always right between his legs.â He reached out, holding the football playerâs semi. âItâs the reason he first fell into gaining and itâs the thing that led him straight to you, so always make sure that you use it in the most effective way that you can,â he explained, rubbing Kirkâs dick until it stood firm and erect. âIf fatty stops eating or starts slowing down, give some attention to this thing and youâll soon see him getting hungry again.â
âShould I suck it?â Kirk asked keenly.
Aaron frowned at the silly question. âItâs entirely up to you. JustâŠget it hard and keep it that way. Thatâs all you need to worry about.â
Kirk settled a little more into his chair, enjoying this training more than the other sessions he had had with Aaron. Heâd always done better with practical exercises, rather than trying to memorise the theory behind principles.
âNow, most of the time, your pig will buy his own food that he wants you to feed him. But, if ever youâre doing it, youâve got to choose it all very carefully, thinking about the feederâs goal⊠which is?â he quickly questioned.
âThe results!â Kirk parroted back to him, pleased that he had remembered something at last.
âExactly,â Aaron nodded, now pointing to the vast selection of food he had set up on the coffee table for his date with a long-term fatty who was coming over later. âEverything here is from the list I sent you back when you first started. These particular brands are all staggeringly high in calories and quickly digested.â He looked at Kirkâs blank face. âIâll email the list over to you again then,â he simply stated, deciding not to pull Kirk up on his lack of studiousness.
âWhat would you start with?â Kirk asked, seeing it all spread out and presented so nicely.
âWell, that depends on your fattyâs preference. You should know what his favourites are; the things that are best to get him started. For example, what is it that catches your eye the most?â
âThe cream cakes,â Kirk replied instantly.
âVery well,â Aaron smiled, picking one up. âBefore I start, I look down. Is his dick hard? Yes. Are his eyes fixed on the food? Can I make him salivate?â
At that moment, Kirk swallowed a build up of saliva in his mouth.
âPigs love to be played with. And, at the start, thatâs fine. You can waft it under his nose,â he demonstrated comically. âYou can dip your finger in the cream and tap it on his piggy little snout,â he joked, doing just that with Kirk. âBut when the time comes to feed, you let them know that youâre serious,â he stated sternly. âBecause this isnât a game, is it? And you canât let the fat boy treat it like one.â
Kirk slowly nodded his head.
âYou get their eyes fixed on you now,â Aaron continued, ensuring that Kirk was doing just that. âThey realise, you are the feeder. You are the one they are doing this for. During this time, only the two of you exist in the entire world. Pleasure and greed are the only things that have any consequence now. Nothing else.â
Kirk was absolutely silent, taking all of the information in like never before. He looked entirely fixed within the mindset of the boys he would someday feed. Out of a simple curiosity, Aaron brought the cake a little closer to the guyâs mouth, hardly believing that the jockâs jaws were unhinging. His mouth gaping open, Aaron pushed the cake beyond the point of no return, until it squished and fell upon Kirkâs tongue.
Suddenly Kirk was chewing, with his cheeks filled with cream. Had the guy completely misunderstood the concept of role-playing? Sure, the boy was always prettier than he was intelligent, but feeders didnât do this. This food wasnât for him. Yet his hardness throbbed every bit as much as the countless others Aaron had done this to in the past.
âNow you praise your pig,â Aaron explained, deciding to take the strange turn all in his stride and act like this was as he had planned. âYou tell him how greedy heâs being; how large and fat this will all make him; how heâs going to struggle to get into his pants tomorrow.â
Kirk moaned with pleasure as the last of the cake was pushed into his mouth. He licked Aaronâs fingers clean; his greedy eyes now turning to the other items on the table. Intuitively, Aaron reached across and found the next item, holding it until it was ready and then pushing it deep inside the athletic boyâs mouth.
âYour pig is going to get thirsty pretty quickly, so you need your drinks to hand. These need to be equally high in calories,â he smiled, cracking open a can of soda. âNot too cold,â he stated cautiously. âEverything should flow. We hit them hard and fast while theyâre in the zone.â
Kirk took the can of soda and chugged it in one.
Still determined not to show even the slightest bit of surprise, Aaron simply continued his tuition. âDonât be tempted to just feed the pig what he likes,â he cautioned, seeing that Kirkâs eyes had fallen back onto the cream cakes. âWe want to keep mixing up those flavours and textures, pouring in the liquid calories and making the pig wait for those favourites.â
Kirk nodded, accepting whatever was fed into his mouth.
âAlways, ALWAYS keep an eye on his dick,â Aaron insisted, taking his hand to Kirkâs hardness and rubbing it for short, gentle periods. âHeâs going to want to climax, but itâs your job to make him wait. You do not let him touch himself! His dick belongs to you. You call the shots. And the pig isnât getting his pleasure until heâs completely stuffed.â
At this, Kirk seemed to redouble his efforts, eating faster and greedier than even before. Heâd slipped perfectly into the role; indistinguishable in his apparent lust to feed. His stomach was bloating up, yet still he feasted.
âBy this point, your pig is going to be completely disoriented. Heâs lost track of what heâs eaten and he has no idea whatâs coming next. Heâs already massively overdosed on calories, but because of the speed youâre delivering it all to him, his brain hasnât caught up yet. This is the stuffing âwindow of opportunityâ, and youâve got to push the fatty hard until it closes.â
The food on the table was quickly disappearing. It had been a few months since Aaron had fed a young athlete of Kirkâs stature; almost forgetting how much boys like this could gorge.
âYouâll know when itâs time to stop. The pace slows and they wince at the stretch. But any sign of heaving and youâve already taken it too far,â Aaron stated. âYou make them look you in the eyes again as you take their dick in your hand. You make them say âthank youâ for doing this to them, even though they might, even now, be starting to regret how much they have eaten. You tell them what a greedy pig they have been; what all those calories are going to do to their body.â
Kirk was already pulling a face as he felt his orgasm building.
âNow you make them rub their big olâ tummy,â Aaron ordered, grabbing at Kirkâs limp wrist and placing the boyâs large hand on the top, and most swollen part, of his bloated stomach.Â
Immediately, the jockâs hand began to explore that new, tightly-packed and solid shape; all so beautifully timed as his pleasure was about to peak.
âAnd as tough as it is to admit⊠this moment⊠the fattyâs actual climax; itâs really not about the feeder,â Aaron whispered now. âItâs about the pig realising what heâs done to HIMSELF; how completely fucked he is for getting so turned on, eating like he has for you.â
Kirkâs breathing was so erratic, with short, squeaking moans escaping from his lips every couple of seconds.
âYou make the fat boy look you in the eye. Do what you want inbetween. You can make him promise to get fatter for you, make him oink like a pig, or force a final doughnut into his greedy little mouth; it really doesnât matter,â he breathed, holding Kirkâs stare with a vice-like grip. âJust let the pig know that you see him for exactly what he is; that he canât hide it anymore. That he is, and will always be, your greedy hog.â
A massive jet released from Kirkâs crotch, followed by several others, until an almost unfathomable amount of the boyâs excitement had covered his chest and splashed itself all over Aaronâs feeding chair. Yet more stains that would never come out.
Kirkâs charge was assigned a new feeder when he returned to college after the summer. Aaron had made the decision that the boy, who had been so keen to fatten up when Aaron had interviewed him, had been messed around enough by an inadequate feeder. In fact, Aaron had come to realise that Kirk wasnât even that. Sure, Aaron had flipped feeders into gainers in the past. He even joked that most feeders came with an expiry date, when it would all become too much for them and theyâd long for the blubber to be added to their bodies instead. But, Kirk was such a simple boy. Did he even realise yet that he was destined to become a fatty?
âIâm guessing youâve played some good football in your time,â remarked Kirkâs football coach, heading over to speak to Aaron after he had seen the guy watching his boys play.
âIs it that obvious?â Aaron smiled, knowing that most people assumed he was some sort of football player, given his statuesque height and build. He shook hands with the guy, knowing just how to handle men like these, immediately inventing a backstory for himself in the game that would give him a lot more credibility with the coach. He folded his arms in the same way as him, mimicking the body language and slowly engaging the man enough so that he visibly relaxed more in his company; believing every word he said.
âSo just one little broken ankle and that was your entire future NFL career gone?â the coach asked, full of sympathy.
âI think about it every single day,â Aaron lied, shaking his head bitterly. âBut youâve got some decent talent on the field here,â he smiled, pointing to the spot where all the young guys had last stood before heading in to shower.
âTheyâre okay,â the coach agreed, sounding unconvinced. âWeâve certainly had stronger teams in the past.â
Aaron nodded, as if he knew what he was talking about. âThere was one who really caught my eye; the really tall one who spent most of the time over there,â he pointed.
âKirk?â the coach asked. âYeah, heâs a good player. Not necessarily the brightest guy Iâve ever come across. Heâs quite versatile and plays in a variety of positions. I wouldnât say he exactly excels in any of them though.â
âHave you ever thought about playing him as an offensive tackle?â Aaron asked. âFrom what I saw today, he looks more suited to that than anything.â
At this, the coach winced. âYou should see some of the guys from the other teams in our league who play in that position. Kirk may be tall and strong, but heâd be dwarfed if he had to go up against them.â
âBulk him up then,â Aaron shrugged, deciding to lift his arm and show off his bicep. âItâs what my coach did for me. It was the best thing that ever happened for my career. Before the ankleâŠâ he added.
The two men discussed the idea for a little while longer, but Aaron had no intention of hanging around just in case Kirk came out and came over, giving the game away that they knew each other. Instead, he simply planted the seed and left it there to grow.
âWhen am I getting a new pig?â Kirk asked a couple of weeks later, settling into Aaronâs feeding chair.
âWhen I think youâre ready,â Aaron lied. âWhich reminds me,â he smiled, pulling out his phone and playing a video to the football hunk. âYour last assignmentâs new feeder sent me this. Heâs getting great results with your old pig. Look at the blubber in that tummy now. His six pack is completely gone!â
âThatâs not even the best part,â Aaron chuckled, waiting for the section in the video when the pig turned and bounced his butt cheeks. âHis new feeder says heâs never seen anything like it. Itâs like the muscle just completely vanished and been replaced by pure blubber. Look at those thighs too! Heâs going to be so bottom heavy!â
âThat canât be the same guy,â Kirk protested. âHe didnât gain like that for me.â
âWell, itâs all about finding the right technique that works for your pig,â Aaron explained, undressing himself and grabbing the supplies from the kitchen.
Kirk had followed his lead, kicking his shirt, sweatpants and underwear to the side and sitting himself back down again. An obvious coating and ring of light blubber sat around his middle from all the sessions Aaron had conducted with him in the last few weeks, but it wasnât time to acknowledge that with him just yet.
âThis is the shake and suck technique,â Aaron went on. âItâs the method that helped your old pig get that huge ass of his. I made this shake up this morning, so itâs had plenty of time to lose the chill.â Aaron heaved, lifting a huge gallon container of thick liquid and putting it on the coffee table with a bump. âYouâve had it plenty of times before. You know whatâs in it,â he smirked.
âYeah, butâŠâ Kirk mumbled, looking at the size of the container. âIâve only had the odd flask of it when weâve been training. No one could drink that much of it.â
âThatâs where this funnel comes in so handy,â the feeder smiled, lifting it up for Kirk to see. âIt stops the pig from ending the chug the moment he starts to feel a little uncomfortable, and so it gives us a lot more control over how much we want the fat boy to take down.â
Kirkâs erection had returned. His legs twitched and he looked down suggestively at it. âWhat about the sucking part of this method?â he asked, knowing that no one gave a blow job like Aaron.
âItâs called the âshake and suckâ technique,â Aaron laughed. âAs in⊠one BEFORE the other!â he teased, noting that Kirk appeared aroused enough to begin. âAll you need to do is hold this flask, like this,â he instructed, resting Kirkâs head backwards into the chair at the same time. âThen just, chug away until the funnel is emptied.â
From his position, standing behind the feeding chair and looking over Kirk, Aaron could fully appreciate the gentle loss of definition in the boyâs stomach muscles. Todayâs session was going to do so much more serious damage! He lifted the container and let it glug outwards, filling the funnel held steady by the athlete underneath. Just as instructed, the naive boy began swallowing it all up, even as Aaron continued to pour; never letting it get below half-way.
At the first break, Kirk moaned loudly, rubbing his enlarged stomach. Then he burped, long and coarsely, until he at last felt more comfortable. âFuck!â he sighed. âHow much of that stuff did you just pour in? I thought it was never going to end!â
âThereâs plenty more, donât you worry!â Aaron laughed, turning so that he could feed his own erection into Kirkâs mouth. âThis is something you can only do at the start of this technique,â Aaron explained. âAnd youâve got to go gentle. You canât be making your pig gag when thereâs all that fattening liquid in his stomach.â
Aaron could tell that Kirk was at last starting to learn some of the blow job skills heâd been taught in recent weeks. Aaron exhaled and felt his eyes widen. Shit, this guy was actually pretty good!
âAnd thatâs enough of that,â Aaron smiled, pulling out before he lost his composure. âBack to business!â he ordered, placing the funnel back into Kirkâs hands. âThis second chug has to be shorter, and the next one will be shorter again,â he explained, already pouring from the now considerably lighter container and looking down to check that Kirkâs hardness wasnât faltering.
At the end of the second chug, Kirk moaned once more and gave off a long fog-horn like burp. However, this time his stomach was so rounded and stretched, actually resembling a belly for the first time. Without even prompting, Kirkâs hands began exploring it as Aaron engaged in a gentle first suck in his crotch. Not that Aaron would ever have told him, but already over two thirds of the gallon of gainer shake was gone.
âDepending on your pig, this method can take all day. And thatâs fine,â Aaron nodded. âThe main thing is, we want that shake inside them.â
Automatically, Kirk rested his head back again the moment he felt ready. The third session began and Kirk was soon enjoying the rewards of having Aaronâs lips around his erection once more.
âA pretty effective technique, huh?â Aaron laughed, just stopping as Kirk seemed about to climax.
âLetâs finish this thing!â Kirk grunted, throwing his head back and knowing that the end was near. Fuck the consequences. He needed that orgasm soon.
âYou want me to take on another pig?â asked Jack, one of Aaronâs most capable feeders, a few weeks later. âThatâs two in the last six weeks!â
Aaron nodded apologetically. âI know. I would do it myself, but I just donât have the time. His nameâs Peter; twenty-two, already chubby; great little appetite when I interviewed him. He wants pushing hard, and heâs kinky as fuck. I think youâll have a lot of fun with him,â he summarised, showing Jack a picture before sending over the contact details.
âCute!â Jack smiled. âAre you sure youâre okay with letting me have all the fun?â
âI just know youâll do a great job,â Aaron chuckled, slapping the guy on his back.
Jack simply smiled back knowingly. âI bumped into Kirk the other day. He told me you havenât given him a pig in months.â
Aaron raised his eyebrows. âWell, there are reasons for that.â
âYouâre flipping him, arenât you?â Jack pressed. âKirk tried to tell me that his coach is bulking him up to play a new position on the field, but thereâs no denying your handiwork on that little paunch of his. Thatâs where most of your time is going these days, isnât it?â
âPossibly,â Aaron smirked, liking how direct Jack could be at times. âIâm throwing everything at him and Iâve yet to find a single one of my moves that doesnât work on him.â
âDoes he realise?â Jack asked.
âWhat do you think?â Aaron laughed, knowing that he didnât need to hide his wicked side with a guy like Jack. âIâve even got him writing up an assignment for me on the âfeeder trainingâ heâs had in the last few weeks! Heâs coming round this evening for the âFunnel, Fuck and Flipâ exercise.â
Jack chuckled. Heâd only met Kirk a handful of times, so could hardly pity the guy if he had fallen into one of Aaronâs typical games. âSo when are you going to make your move on him?â he asked.
âSoon,â Aaron smiled. âHeâs almost ready now⊠Just one last little push!â
Later that evening, Kirk bent himself against the table with his legs stretched. His stomach was hard and swollen with gainer shake, drooping down as his head was held only inches above a decadent three-layered chocolate cake.
âNot many guys can hold an erection like I can,â Aaron explained, having pushed himself inside Kirkâs tight butt hole with a lot less wincing from the athlete than in previous weeks. âSo donât worry if you struggle with this move when youâre feeding a fatty this way.â
âOkay,â Kirk mumbled back, breathing deeply as his body tried to get used to the sheer size of Aaronâs thick hardness inside of him. âI think Iâll be ready in a second,â he whispered.
âGood,â Aaron replied, trying not to laugh. He leaned a little more over Kirkâs broad back. âNow, messy pigs adore this one. All Iâm going to do is gently lower your head into the cake before I start fucking you.â
âSo the pig has to try and eat whilst heâs getting pounded?â Kirk asked.
âThatâs the idea,â Aaron smirked.
âIs that even possible?â Kirk asked again.
âI guess youâll soon find out,â Aaron chuckled, checking that Kirk was ready and then pushing his head gently into the cake so that his entire face was covered in frosting. âGood Piggy!â he called out, already starting to fuck him. Despite the many fatties heâd worked on over the years, few were ever as thrilling as this!
A few weeks later, Kirk had arrived at Aaronâs in a somewhat distracted mood. âCoach says Iâve put on too much fat in my bulk, and that itâs affected my performance on the field.â
âOf course you have,â Aaron shrugged, getting himself undressed as Kirk did the same. âHow else am I supposed to teach you about how to tease a fat ass properly? You canât make an omelette without cracking a few eggs.â
Kirk seemed to consider this.
âNow is the time when you can really get to grips with your pigâs trigger words. Some of them love being called out on being a pig, whereas others are not keen. Some donât even like teasing at all.â
âSo you ask them what words they like to be called?â Kirk asked.
âNo,â Aaron sighed, wondering how he ever thought that Kirk could make a good feeder. He simply had no intuition at all. âYou try the words out and see what works best. Which ones suit them? Which ones get them the hardest? Thatâs the way I figured out yours.â
âI have trigger words?â Kirk shot back in surprise.
âOf course you do. All FAT BOYS do,â Aaron smiled, poking Kirk in his doughy middle, making the guyâs hardness bounce. ââFat Boyâ: the name works on you every time. I never could have got you to complete that pot of whipping cream last week without it.â
âFuck!â Kirk marvelled, perhaps realising for the first time just how much Aaron had actually burrowed into his head. âAre there more?â
âOf course there are,â Aaron nodded. âThere are movements too. Like when I cup your glutes and give them a little bounce,â he demonstrated, giving Kirkâs butt cheek the lightest of wobbles. âSee?â he asked, nodding down at Kirkâs weeping erection. âYouâve been so firm and athletic your whole life, this is a completely new experience for you. The feeling of fresh fat invading your body. Itâs why being called a âfat assâ works so well on you too.â
Aaron kissed him deeply as he continued to jiggle the boyâs glutes. Kirkâs breathing was hot and heavy; more aroused than ever he had been so early into their sessions. This was new and exciting.
âFew people would spot it in you; partly because you're so broad and muscular. But youâre also a very submissive boy,â Aaron continued.
âI am?â Kirk asked. âI thought feeders had to be mostly dominant?â
At this Aaron sniggered. âOh, come on, Kirk!â he smiled, still bouncing the soft glutes. âYouâre no feeder.â
Kirk closed his eyes to appreciate the feeling of his jiggling butt cheeks. âWhat am I then?â he whispered, sounding like he was finally ready to hear the truth.
Aaron placed his mouth right next to Kirkâs ear and whispered back, deploying the boyâs ultimate trigger word.Â
âYouâre my big, fat HOG!â
Just like that, Kirk moaned like he had been shattered into a thousand pieces. He pulled Aaron into him and kissed him with more passion than ever before.
âYouâre going to quit football for me,â Aaron demanded, immediately seizing the moment as Kirk had surrendered himself; a part of him released and fully conscious for the first time.
âIâll do anything!â Kirk agreed, allowing himself to be pushed into the feeding chair; another stuffing about to commence.
âGood!â Aaron grinned. âBecause youâre moving in here with me too. Iâm taking a six month sabbatical from the other fatties. I want to see what I can do when I just devote myself to one little hog, twenty four hours a day. How far can I take them?â
Kirk looked down at his stout little belly and his eyes filled with lust. âIâm all yours!â
âI want to get jacked!â Jay declared, standing in front of his new personal trainer with his chest puffed out.
Matt nodded, having heard the same thing many times from plenty of guys like Jay, in their early twenties. âOkay, so weâre aiming for muscle gains,â he clarified, making a note of it. âIs there a reason why you want to make this your focus?â he asked, seeing from Jayâs body that he already had a pretty good build that most guys would have been envious of.
Jay nodded. âIâve just split up with a girl Iâve been with since high school,â he stated without a drop of remorse or sorrow. âI feel like I want to finally do something for myself. You know what I mean? I want to look good. Muscular. Lean.â
Matt nodded. So, just like all the other guys, this one believed that getting more muscle on him would help him score with the ladies. He didnât need a PhD to crack that little mystery about the boyâs true intention. It was a tale as old as time itself.Â
Being so muscular himself, guys like Jay seemed to gravitate towards Matt on an almost daily basis, knowing that he could deliver the results they wanted. They saw his statuesque physique in the gym and felt that working out with a guy as built as he was was akin to ordering that body type for themselves in a catalogue. But Matt was not convinced by this latest client. Jay was a pretty-looking boy, with large soulful eyes and a gentle innocence about him. He wouldnât be single for long. Some girl would come along, snap him up, and this whole muscle workout craze would be a thing of the past for him.
Nevertheless, Matt settled down to a detailed conversation about what it would take, the commitment Jay would need to make and the amount of sessions he would arrange with him each week. It was obvious that Jay had all the enthusiasm for his goals, but little knowledge of how to actually get there. âWeâll take things slow to begin with,â he smiled. âThen weâll see how we get on.â
Seeming pleased, Jay shook Mattâs hand and threw his workout bag over his shoulder to leave. Then, as Jay was walking out of the gym, Matt watched as the eyes of every woman in there drifted towards his cute, tight glutes in his fitted gym shorts. Matt chuckled, nodding knowingly. It may have been Jayâs first time being single in his adult life, but it wouldnât take the pretty boy long to work out that he didnât need any more muscle to get women. Three weeks, maximum, Matt predicted. There was no way Jay would be paying for his services for longer than that; not when he didnât need to.
Matt was aware that he was in the minority when it came to enjoying those winter months. But as the holidays came and went, he jumped out of bed with a renewed spring in his step, knowing that the gym would be fit to bursting with chubby, overweight and under-exercised guys trying to make a fresh start for the New Year. It was hard to pinpoint what exactly it was that he loved about them so much: that doughy shape, the jiggle of fat as they strolled on the treadmills. Maybe it was the way their sweat made their tight gym clothes stick to their rounded bodies . Matt was both mesmerised and fascinated by it all at the same time.Â
It was around this time of year that he had met his now ex-boyfriend who had been trying to lose a few pounds back then. Heâd copped a lot of crap from his colleagues at the gym for dating someone so big, and heâd had to challenge them multiple times for their attitudes towards the match. So what if he was into bigger guys? Whose business was it who he dated? Certainly not theirs. Not that any of it mattered in the end. Nine months in and the whole relationship had fallen apart anyway. His heart broken, just as they had all been expecting,
âAlright! That was pretty good!â Matt marvelled a staggering twelve weeks later, as Jay successfully squatted his biggest weight yet. He slapped the guy on his shoulder and passed him his water. âYouâre killing it!â he smiled encouragingly.
âBut I donât look any different yet,â Jay grumbled, repeating the same complaint that had surfaced again and again in their recent sessions. âSure, Iâm a little stronger, but not much.â
âWeâre taking it slow, remember,â Matt stated calmly. âYou were quite clear from the start that you wanted to add muscle the lean way. It just takes a little more time.â
âBut whatâs the alternative?â Jay asked.
âProper bulking,â Matt replied. âYou give your body all the calories it needs to grow. We discussed this in our first meeting, remember?â he explained, a little exasperated. âYou were insistent. You wanted a lean muscle bulk.â
âI want to be bigger,â Jay shot back.
âIf you go with the bulking option, youâd have to accept the fact that not all of the gains you make would be muscle,â Matt tried to clarify.
âBut I saw this guy onlineâŠâ Jay began, rambling yet again about some viral influencer who claimed to know it all about how to get ripped with ease.
Matt bit his tongue. He genuinely liked Jay, but he was fed up of trying to debunk all of the insane fitness myths clients came in with these days. He was only twenty seven, and yet he wondered how much longer he could stand to do this job when there was so much misinformation out there. âLook, letâs just try it,â he suggested forcefully, cutting Jay off mid sentence. âIâll set you up with a bulking plan and weâll see what happens. If youâre not happy after a couple of weeks, you can fire me and send all your money to those online fitness con artists instead,â he stated plainly.
Still not seeming overly convinced, Jay nodded. âOkay. Weâll try this your wayâŠâ
âSo, have you got much planned for your week off?â Matt asked Jay a good few weeks later. Heâd found that he didnât struggle with small talk as much with Jay as he did some of his other clients. They seemed to share the same sense of humour and had successfully recommended more than one decent TV show to each other in the past.
âIâm going to a wedding,â Jay answered, sitting himself back ready to lift.
âA wedding, huh?â Matt asked, loading on the weights ready. âThatâs a great place to meet girls,â he said, finding it bizarre that Jay was still single after all this time.
âNot a chance!â Jay chuckled, lifting his hands up to grab the bar. âI told you, Iâm done with all that.â
âWhatever you say!â Matt chuckled back; his eyes catching sight of Jayâs stomach as the guyâs t-shirt rose, ready for the lift. He could tell that the bulking diet was well underway, with a padded thickness around Jayâs middle, bulging to the sides to form what many might consider the beginnings of love handles.
Jay lifted like never before. After one set he insisted that Matt make the bar even heavier again; grunting with the extreme effort it took.
âYou did it!â Matt marvelled, finally setting the bar back minutes later. âI canât get over how quickly youâre progressing now.â
Jay sat up, spreading his legs wide and owning the space he was in. It was a feeling Matt knew all too well: the sense of power and size after lifting more than ever before. âThis bulking is really working, isnât it?â Jay smiled.
âIt is!â Jay nodded, trying to mask his surprise at just how much more noticeable Jayâs extra thickness was around his waist when he sat up like this. There was no way the guy was going to stick out the full bulking period; the boy seemed genetically predisposed to carry a tight little paunch at this size. Already Matt could sense the cut was on the horizon.
Once again, Mattâs predictions fell flat on their face. As more weeks went by, Jay was very quickly becoming one of Mattâs strongest clients. However, it was all coming at quite a cost to the guyâs naturally athletic physique. Built around a solid core, Jayâs chunky middle was rounded and significantly paunch-like in appearance, despite being somewhat muted by the large chest and muscular shoulders that had grown alongside it. If Jay had been going for that muscular V-shaped back, he had fallen far short of the mark. His stout tummy had swelled out his love handles to a size that could not be hidden by pretty much any of the t-shirts that he wore in the gym. Matt had even seen the guy out and about upon occasion, feeling shocked at just how thick and overfed he actually looked; especially with that meaty swagger he had about him, artificially pushing out his arms to increase his width.
âAnd, weâll finish with twenty minutes on the treadmill,â Matt declared during their next session, waiting for the exhausted guy to sluggishly pick himself up off the weight machine.
âThe treadmill?â Jay asked, as if Matt had been joking. âIâm not paying for you to watch me on the treadmill for twenty minutes,â he laughed.
âYou do realise that weâre going to be putting a lot more cardio exercises into your routine from now on? We agreed to start cutting from next week, remember?â
Jay brushed him off, insisting that he could do another set on the machine he was currently on. The rest of the session continued in that manner until the time was depleted. Then a sweaty, beefy looking Jay simply lifted a protein shake to his mouth and began chugging.
âWhatâs in that thing?â Matt asked, noticing that it was far thicker than any of the recipes he had supplied to Jay. He took it from Jayâs limp hand and held it to his nose. âThatâs so sweet!â he gasped, recoiling slightly. Swirling the remaining third in the bottle, Matt declared with absolute certainty that this was not part of the diet plan he had given Jay.
âI found the recipe online,â Jay shot back, snatching the shake back and draining it quickly. âI drink four of these daily. Your shake recipes were good, but I wasnât packing on the muscle half as quickly as I am now.â
Matt winced. Jay had been heading in the wrong direction for weeks now; his muscle gains overshadowed by significant increases in fat. And Matt had been ignoring it all, pushing it to the back of his mind, denying it. âHave you got the recipe for me to look at?â he asked diplomatically.
Jay lazily held out his hand for Matt to pass him his cell phone from his bag. Then, after a couple of seconds, the webpage link came buzzing through to Matt.
âUmâŠâ Matt mumbled, feeling his heart beating with worry. âHave you really been drinking these four times a day? Did you not think to check out the ingredients? All that sugar? Condensed milk?â
âIâm not an idiot!â Jay grumbled back, as Matt noticed the fat that was starting to build up under the handsome boyâs chin and into his cheeks. âThese things promise results and they deliver. Iâve gained 25 lbs in the last two months alone!â
Matt took a step back, feeling that he had let Jay down more than any other client he had ever had. Yet, somewhere deep inside of him was a spark of attraction. Jay was starting to look genuinely fat. It was literally spreading across his entire body and had been doing so for weeks. âIâm so sorry,â he mumbled guiltily. âI should have been more on top of your diet planner. This should never have happened.â
Jay seemed utterly perplexed by Mattâs remorse, but he agreed to pack up his stuff and head out to a local cafe for a more thorough debrief. They sat with two coffees at a small table near the front as Matt considered how best to insist that Jay quit the shakes as soon as possible.
Matt thought he had his speech all ready to go. He inhaled, ready to begin, when he suddenly noticed that Jayâs attention was elsewhere. A large, overweight guy had come in through the door, making Jay look across with interest. Matt followed his gaze and then cringed with regret, realising that the man was none other than his ex boyfriend, Chris. They had just made eye contact.
âIâm really sorry about this!â Matt blasted out, realising that his almost 400 lb ex was heading over to the table and there was nothing that he could do to stop him.
âHello Matt,â the large bellied guy smiled. âI havenât seen you in a while.â
âYeah,â Matt nodded, not looking directly at him in the hopes that he would soon get the message and leave them be. âNice to see you, Chris,â he lied.
âI gained a bit of weight recently,â Chris went on, patting his fat stomach. âIâd love to show you some time.â
âIâm actually with a client right now!â Matt hissed, losing patience. âWhen I said that things were over between us, I meant it.â
Chris looked down at them both, giving Jay in particular the most filthy of looks. Then he turned, deciding that the coffee house was no good after all and disappeared out of the door.
âWho was that?â Jay exclaimed the second the guyâs large form had disappeared beyond the windows.Â
âMy ex,â Matt sighed, feeling frustrated that they should bump into each other here; whilst he was with a client no less! âWe broke up about eight months ago.â
âYou? And HIM?â Jay asked in disbelief, making it hard for Matt to tell whether it was the fact that he dated guys that most surprised Jay, or the sheer size of that ex-boyfriend. Either way, it became the focus of a long line of questions that Matt was finding difficult to deflect.
âIâve made a decision,â Jay finally declared as they at last got off the topic of Mattâs love life. âI want to keep the bulk going for another six weeks.â
âI would very strongly advise against that,â Matt replied immediately.
âSix more weeks!â Jay laughed, as if he was making the simplest of alterations to their training plan. âItâs nothing! You need to learn to relax, buddy!â
Matt sighed. Perhaps because he was still reeling from coming face to face with Chris again, he did not feel especially inclined to argue. Jay was a client after all, and his wishes had to be respected - even if he was making a choice that Matt knew would make it significantly harder for the guy to get back in shape afterwards.
Just as Matt had anticipated, the weight that poured onto Jayâs body over the coming weeks was nothing more than pure fat. Heâd find himself staring at it, having never felt so conflicted in his life. He was attracted by fat on a guyâs body, yes. But Jay was also a client who was confused by all of the bad advice out there and had caught himself up in a pattern of weight gain that was bloating his previously toned body. The sight of it, Matt had to admit, was nothing short of wildly arousing.
âHeâs one of yours isnât he?â asked one of the other trainers as Jay walked in for his training session wearing a t-shirt that was significantly too tight for his bloated torso. The guy braced himself against the wall to stretch out his calves, not realising how much his shirt had ridden up in the process and exposing a good three inches of his new, overfed tummy pushing itself over the waistband.
âGreat work, Matt,â sneered Harry, the other male trainer, giving him a sarcastic slow clap as the three of them all watched Jay from a good distance.
Matt wanted to explain how he hadnât been to blame; how Jay had found bad advice online instead, and was continuing to bulk against his advice. However, there was a strange thrill in not saying anything at all; something that Matt could not explain, even if he tried.Â
Next, Jay began squatting, spreading his chunky legs wide apart with the good posture that Matt had taught him, then lifting his body up and down. It was a simple move and not at all noteworthy but for the extreme tightness of the shorts he was wearing, pulling the waistband lower and lower at the back, revealing more and more of his butt crack with each dip; thanks in part to the similarly undersized underwear he had on underneath.
âUgh!â laughed Harry.. âNo one wants to see that!â
Matt looked around at the others in the gym. Jay was indeed getting looks of disapproval, and even disgust, for his scandalously tight clothing.
âYou need to have a word,â the trainers all agreed. âHeâs putting people off. Itâs bad for business.â
Matt sighed. He knew what they were saying was right, but how could he even begin a conversation about it to a client who was paying him? Especially one he was starting to crush on in the most inappropriate of ways.
Despite Jayâs confidence on the weights, it was quite clear during that session that the guy wasnât making as much progress with his lifting than he obviously thought he was. In fact, his lifting had peaked almost two months earlier and there had been minimal successes since then. What had changed was the amount of sweating Jay was doing; leaving the machines with a damp imprint of his overfed rear which Matt wiped down each time. But with the sweating, Jayâs clothing tightened around him even more. Matt didnât need to see Jay on the scales, he was an expert on every part of his body, knowing exactly how it was altering because he could see it right there, before his very eyes. He had to breathe a little deeper when he felt the arousal getting too much for him. Jayâs butt was pure perfection; shaped by good genes and some decent early muscle gains, but now swelling and widening with the pounds and pounds of fat the guy was amassing.
Jay had been buzzing about his new apartment; finally allowing him to get out of parentsâ place. It was going to make bulking a lot easier, heâd declared, making Matt feel uneasy about how much more extreme his client may take things.
âIâve got boxes and boxes of stuff all over the place,â Jay complained. âI need a good sort out, really. Itâs just so easy to dump it all in the closet and forget about it though.â
âThat reminds me,â Matt jumped in, seeing an opening and seizing upon it. âI got an email the other day for a good discount on the online shop I use for clothes,â he began, having pondered over how best to approach the clothes issue for the entire hour of their session. âIt can be quite hard to find stuff that fits right when youâre a bodybuilder.â
âTell me about it!â nodded the chubby boy, not sensing the irony in his words in the slightest. âNone of my clothes fit properly anymore.â
Matt nodded. Under normal circumstances, this would have been a good lead in to discuss Jayâs dissatisfaction with his clothing and how he shouldnât really be feeling such tightness around his stomach when he was trying to pack on muscle. As it was, he could feel the eyes of the other trainers on the back of his head. The only task he had to complete was getting Jay out of those ridiculously tight gym clothes. âI use this brand,â he lied, showing Jay the webpage he had just got up on his cell phone. He knew that impressionable guys like Jay wanted to look like him; to have the same confidence and presence. If he recommended a clothes line to them, he was pretty certain they would take it. âWith the progress youâve been making, you could probably get away with the extra large, but the 2XL might suit your needs more if youâre still in the bulking phase. Fast delivery too.â
Jay nodded with interest and took every link that Matt sent him.Â
âIâve spoken to him about the clothes,â Matt nodded, seeing the faces of expectation from the other trainers as he went back after the session ended.
âI know itâs tough having to tell a client that theyâre getting too heavy,â Harry nodded. âBut when heâs spilling out of his clothes like that, enough is enough. Itâs time to say something.â
Matt nodded, knowing that Harry was exactly right. But that wasnât what he had done, was it? Heâd sent Jay off believing that he was making âprogressâ and that he needed to wear clothes suitable for bodybuilders. The reality was anything but. Jay was chubby and out of shape. Heâd not done any cardio in⊠it must have been months! He was a client who kept Matt awake at night with his feelings of guilt. He was letting the guy down, and this latest stunt was his worst sin of all.
It came as no surprise when Jay continued to be obsessed with bulking, even after the third and fourth deadlines for cutting came and went. The small mercy was that Jay was at least dressed better in the gym. With his new clothes, he was starting to look like any other broad, fat guy. His pretty face was still getting him the odd glance from some of the women, but the fatter body underneath was more than enough to ensure that it never progressed into anything more.
âYouâll never guess what I managed to get tickets for!â Jay blasted one Wednesday evening as he came in for his session.
âNo way?â Matt grinned, knowing exactly where Jay was going with this. âYou got them? But the concert has been sold out for months!â
âThey were giving away tickets on the radio. I phoned up, answered some trivia questions live on air with someone else and⊠theyâre mine!â he grinned, clearly delighted with himself.
âCongratulations!â Matt beamed. âIâm so jealous! Youâre going to have such a great time!â
âNo⊠WEâRE going to have such a great time,â Jay corrected him. âThey asked me on the radio show who I wanted to take with me, and I told them your name. Youâre the only person I know who is as obsessed with them as I am. No one else would appreciate it like you would.â
Mattâs initial reaction was to decline. There were many clients who tried to socialise outside of these sessions, but it was almost always unprofessional to do so. However, he had also desperately wanted to see this band since he was eight years old. Plus, he and Jay did genuinely seem to get on pretty well.â
âCan I give you some money for the ticket then?â he asked.
âNo, I got them for free,â Jay shot back, shaking his head.
âWell, Iâll drive us then,â Matt tried to compromise, knowing that the concert was a good couple of hours away. âI know where your new place is. I can pick you up at about 4pm on Saturday afternoon?â
Jay nodded, accepting the offer without hesitation. Then, for the rest of the week, Matt was telling all of his clients about the concert and how excited he was. He was amazed that not a single person had heard of the band or even recognised any of the tracks when he played a couple of samples for them on his cell phone. âWhat the hell was wrong with people?â he thought to himself, highlighting in his mind just how much better he clicked with Jay than anyone else he worked with.
That Saturday, Matt didnât really know who he was trying to impress as he slipped on his most expensive shirt and left the last three buttons undone to expose part of his strapping chest. He turned up at Jayâs building, expecting to head straight off, but was instead buzzed inside.
âSorry!â Jay spluttered, opening the door to him, covered with only a small towel around his waist, fresh from the shower. âI had a big lunch and fell asleep! I only woke up ten minutes ago.â
âDonât worry about it,â Matt nodded, trying to keep his eyes fixed on Jayâs face and not look down to explore his clientâs beautifully chubby proportions. âWeâve got plenty of time.â
Jay trotted back into his bedroom; his jiggly love handles bouncing with the quick pace he was going at. Matt simply took a deep breath and tried to control the arousal that he felt. He looked around the apartment, coming to one very obvious conclusion: This was the home of a fat guy. It was obvious; from the small armies of empty beer cans, to the carnage of emptied take out containers and pizza boxes. Discarded clothes dotted the space and Matt found himself meandering into the kitchen; his curiosity getting the better of him. He opened the refrigerator and peeked in all of the cupboards as quietly as he possibly could. What he found was far worse than he ever would have imagined: cakes, candy, cookies and several containers of those disastrous protein shakes⊠Jay had the lot, and then some. The guy was eating like a pig and putting on weight at a frankly alarming rate. Matt tried to breathe deeply again, but this time, the blood rushing towards his groin seemed determined to give him a full on erection.
âThanks for waiting for me,â Jay smiled moments later, coming out in a shirt that was far too small for his stout little gut. He opened the refrigerator and downed one of his shakes, as was his usual routine at this time. Once again, Matt had to look away. Then, as the last of it drained, Jay lifted his arms and pumped his biceps, now covered in a good layer of pure fat.
The conversation flowed well in the car as the pair listened to a few of the bandâs old albums and talked at length about their shared interests.
âIf weâve still got twenty minutes before we need to go in, Iâm going to find some food,â Jay declared once they had parked up. He walked slightly ahead as Matt tried to avert his eyes away from the guyâs wide, overfed glutes, barely contained in his overly tight pants. âI absolutely love bulking,â he declared a few minutes later, holding a giant burger in both hands and raising it part way to his mouth. Then, like a genuine glutton, he dropped his head over it and began feasting with his large shoulders hunched forwards.
Matt genuinely did try to enjoy the concert, but he was conscious of trying to hold back an erection the entire time. He wondered why his brain had to be wired up this way. Why couldnât he just enjoy the music without getting turned on by the significantly chubby guy he had come here with? Heâd had to sit for significant periods of the concert with his hands resting over his crotch as Jay danced beside him, arms up in the air and his rounded tummy popping out. It was so humid in there, making Jay glow with a beautiful fat-boy sweat and ensuring that his clothes plastered themselves to his thick body even more than they already were doing.
âIâve got a surprise for you,â Jay smiled the moment the lights came up. âHow would you like to go backstage?â
Matt couldnât believe it as he was shaking hands with his idols and chatting away with other fans backstage only minutes later. It truly was an extraordinary night.
âSo, how do you guys know each other?â the lead singer asked as he came up to them both at the bar.
âMattâs my personal trainer,â Jay answered, downing his beer into his bloated belly.
âI can see youâve got your work cut out for you,â the singer whispered to Matt, tapping him on his strong back in sympathy.
âIâm in the best shape of my life,â Matt went on, clearly a little tipsy. He put his beer down and reached into his tight pocket to pull out his cell phone. âThis is me, before I started training,â he declared, passing the singer a picture of him from just under eleven months ago: slim, handsome, athletic.
âAnd this is you⊠âbeforeâ you started training?â the guy asked, ensuring that he wasnât misunderstanding.
Jay nodded enthusiastically, raising his chubby arms to flex and simultaneously letting his chubby belly fall out for the umpteenth time that evening.
âRight,â the singer nodded, confused and surprised; possibly wondering if Jay was making some sort of joke. He slapped Matt on the back once more, then headed off to speak to some others.
When Jay asked to stop off for more food on the way back, Matt didnât feel that he really had the right to refuse him after the night they had had together. However, it was yet another torturous exercise, having to sit next to Jay as he was gorging his fat body on more fries and burgers in the passenger seat. The sounds of his greedy chewing and swallowing were turning on an already stimulated sex drive to even greater extremes.
âI thought he might have been flirting with you,â Jay explained as they discussed their encounter with the lead singer. âThe way he kept on tapping you on the back like that.â
âThat wasnât what that was about,â Matt answered simply as he tried to control the boner he was getting, listening to Jay sucking air as he reached the end of his gigantic milkshake.
âYou must have people flirting with you all the time, the shape youâre in,â Jay continued, stuffing the last of the fries into his mouth.
Matt took a breath in, wondering how to answer something like that. The answer was yes; he certainly did get a lot of attention from both guys and girls. But, as was being made strikingly clear to him that evening, the types of people he found attractive himself were often quite far from what most would expect.
âYou donât talk much about this sort of stuff, do you?â Jay asked him next after a pause.
âNeither do you,â Matt shot back.
âIâm just out of a long term relationship,â Jay replied grandly.
âOver a year ago!â Matt laughed. âIn that case, I can use the same excuse.â
âYou mean that huge guy we met in the coffee house that time? You were really into him?â
âI was in love with him, yes,â Matt replied, feeling that the conversation was getting a little too close to the bone now.
âHow did he get that big? Was he always fat? Or did he just put on weight as an adult?â Jay pressed on obliviously.
âCombination of both, I expect,â Matt shrugged, trying to think of how to shift the conversation away from his ex.
âDo you think I could ever get as big as he is?â Jay asked.
Matt looked across at Jay in confusion. âChris wasnât a weight lifter, yâknow?â he stated plainly. âHe was probably as weak as a kitten. He was just⊠very overweight.â
âI just remember him being large,â Jay shrugged. âGuys like that always make me feel a little jealous.â
âThere arenât many people who would be jealous of Chrisâ body type,â Matt chuckled, assuming that Jay was making fun.
âI think, if I kept up my protein shakes, Iâd have a chance at getting to his sort of size,â Jay pondered aloud.
âI have no doubt that you would,â Matt nodded. âBut it wouldnât be lean muscle, I can promise you that.â
âDo you think it would suit me?â Jay asked playfully back.
Now Matt felt entirely on the backfoot. There was no way to answer the question without incriminating himself somehow. âI guess so,â he mumbled vaguely.
âSo, do you think I should give up weight lifting then?â the guy immediately replied..
âI didnât say that,â Matt countered.
âItâs something Iâve been thinking about a lot recently. Iâve had a lot more success gaining weight and getting big in other ways, rather than muscle. Maybe I should just focus on that?â
âYou know exactly what Iâd say to that. Iâm a personal trainer!â Matt reminded him. âOf course youâre not supposed to give up weight training and just let yourself get fat.â
âYou can be such a square sometimes,â Jay laughed. âYouâre so caught up with your diet plans, your nutrition goals and research papers on exercise schedules. You forget that most people donât care about any of that stuff. Itâs all about feeling good in your own body.â
The last fifteen minutes of the journey went by a little smoother, with the conversation naturally evolving into something lighter.
âWant to come in and grab those recipe books you lent me?â Jay asked as they parked up outside his building.
Thinking about another of his clients, Matt nodded keenly. It was more than obvious that Jay had little interest in any of the lean meals in them, so why not pass them on? He followed the guy up the stairs, allowing his brain to fantasise about taking the chubby guy straight into his bedroom. Now that he knew he would be home in twenty minutes and able to release all the pent-up sexual frustration from his evening with Jay, he somehow felt more able to embrace it; gazing with lust at those giant glutes, like round globes of fat, pressed tightly into Jayâs pants as he walked up the stairs ahead of him.
âTheyâll be in my closet somewhere,â Jay explained, leading Matt into his bedroom. Inside here, the mess of take out containers continued, making it clear that Jay did just as much of his eating in bed, as he did anywhere else in the apartment. He reached over a pile of boxes and leaned into this closet, presenting Matt with a full view of his wide rear. Matt simply stared at it, swooning.
Jay had to lean in more and more, too lazy to move the boxed out of the way, and grunting from the effort. Matt told him not to worry; that he could get them some other time, but still Jay persevered, leaning even more of his weight onto the boxes at the front. Then, in a split second, they gave way underneath him, sending Jay falling head first into the closet, his legs up in the air.
Matt grabbed at him in a swift rescue, lifting him up and out by pulling him by his waistband and trying to reach his arm in to hold Jay just above his waist. He was a very heavy boy indeed, and not easy to shift, but eventually he came, looking significantly worse for wear. The most stressed buttons on his shirt had popped clean off and his pants had ripped as Matt had tried to pull him up from behind.
âSorry about that,â Matt mumbled, seeing what a state Jay now looked in his torn clothes. Heâd had to pull him at a strange angle to get him back upright and, although he hoped it wasnât the case, there was a possibility that Jay might have felt the erection in his pants as he was put back on his feet.
Jay flattened his hair and shuffled over to his mirror. His fingers explored the ripped buttons and torn material. There was his little fat belly popping out like never before; his significant fat gains never looking more obvious. The hallmarks of actual obesity starting to shine through.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â Matt asked, wondering why Jay was so stunned; his nervousness increasing by the second.
âIf I asked you to stay tonight, would you?â Jay asked simply.
âWhy do you want me to stay?â Matt asked. âDo you think youâve hurt yourself?â
Jay did not answer, but simply unbuttoned only the remaining buttons of his shirt and let the material fall to the floor. âStay,â he repeated, letting Mattâs gaze fall in its entirety upon his bloated, fattened body. âI can tell that youâd like to.â
Matt allowed himself to enjoy the sight. His fingers twitched at his side, desperate to explore and touch. âDo you mean that?â he asked, no longer hiding his interest.
Jay nodded, grabbing a wedge of his own fat. âLetâs just say, youâre not the only person who gets a boner over this stuff.â
Immediately, Matt pulled Jay into a deeply passionate kiss. Their hands began to explore each other and they soon fell, entirely naked onto the unmade bed. Finally, the fizzing sexual tension that had been torturing Matt all night was set free; the fireworks still to come.
Matt woke the next morning as the light began pouring in through Jayâs window. He turned, seeing the bloated boy still resting deeply. Despite his good looks, this wasnât the sort of thing that Matt ever did. He could count on a single hand how many guys he had slept with in the past, and he could explain how each one of them had eventually ended up breaking his heart.Â
Jay stirred as Matt made an attempt to get out of bed. âMorning,â he called out. âWhat a wild night, huh?â
Matt smiled. âPretty wild, yeah!â he nodded.
âDid I do it okay?â Jay asked sweetly. âIâve never tried to give a blow job before.â
âYou did great!â Matt nodded. âAmazing, in fact,â he added, remembering how quickly they had both climaxed last night. Heâd worked on Jay first and then the sweet guy worked his mouth on Matt until he came in less than a minute.Â
âCould you go and get me my shake out of the refrigerator?â Jay asked next, sitting up. âI forgot to have my last one when we got back yesterday, so Iâll have to make up for it this morning. In fact, bring me two,â he reconsidered. âIâll get it down now.â
Matt hesitated for a moment. He knew that, officially, as Jayâs trainer, he wasn't supposed to approve of these shakes. Still, he was in Jayâs apartment, having just spent the night, so he could hardly start lecturing him now.
Still in a state of undress, Matt slipped out of the room and tiptoed over the mess that was littering the living space. He opened the fridge and felt a pang of arousal as he remembered just how many Jay had prepared for himself.
âThanks,â Jay smiled, getting back from the bathroom as Matt returned. âI can still feel that burger from last night,â he chuckled, rubbing the shelf of stomach fat, before taking a deep deep breath chugging one of the shakes.
Mattâs penis, which hadnât been flaccid since the moment he woke up next to Jay, began to pump itself harder upon watching Jay drink. He found it embarrassing how quickly his arousal responded to stuff like this and he moved his hand to cover it up; not wanting Jay to see and realise what a freak he was. However, as he looked at the bedsheets, he could see that the same thing was happening to Jay as well, with his own hardness pushing the material upwards, throbbing up and down like a heartbeat.
Taking himself off to the bathroom, Matt calmed himself down. He was so into Jay, he couldnât ruin it, like last time. When he returned, both shakes were emptied and Jay was up, checking his body out in the mirror; that old jock physique of his destroyed and replaced with the chubby, overfed form there was today. Gone was the youthful pertness of his glutes, now so wide and juicy. All the added fat had swollen his chest up so considerably, with his new, pointed nipples looking alert and sharp as they started to droop a little onto the broad, shockingly ball-like stomach that completely dominated the boyâs appearance.
Matt went over and kissed the chub sweetly, hoping that Jay wouldnât feel differently now the morning had arrived. Afterwards, he took the guyâs hand and then gently led him back to bed; making love to him slowly and passionately this time; wanting to show Jay just how much he could adore and cherish him, if he would only give him the chance.
When Jay turned up for their training session the next day, there was an air of mischief about him. The pair of them were chuckling and smiling, knowing exactly what they had got up to at the weekend and excited to be in each otherâs company again. Now when Matt had to touch him, supporting his arms in a certain way, or correcting his posture, it sent waves of pleasure through his entire body. If he tried to get tough with Jay to get him to build up a sweat, the guy would come back with something flirtatious or rude, making Matt laugh.
âWhat time do you finish tonight?â Jay asked after a particularly arousing session where Jay had actually done very little indeed.
âTen,â Matt replied, wincing at how late it was going to be.
âThatâs okay,â Jay smiled excitedly. âWant to stay over again?â
Matt looked around, trying to hold himself back from wanting to kiss Jay right there and then; the cutest, chubbiest guy currently at the gym that moment. He knew how unprofessional it was to be dating his client. In some ways, it was like playing with fire; both terrifying and thrilling. âWant me to bring anything over?â he asked politely, knowing how low Jay was getting on supplies like lubricant and condoms after the weekend.
âYou could pick me up some doughnuts,â Jay happily agreed.
âOh, right. Okay,â Matt mumbled in surprise. That hadnât been what he had meant at all. âAny particular kind?â he offered, not wanting to spoil the mood by declining.
âJust the twelve pack that you can get at the late night convenience place at the end of my street,â Jay answered him, clearly wanting to kiss him goodbye, but knowing that he couldnât here.
Slapping the twelve pack of doughnuts on the counter a while later, Matt couldnât help feeling a little guilty. Here he was getting a spark of arousal at buying all this sugar and fat for his chubby lover. What would people say if they knew? He strolled over to Jayâs place and was buzzed in, finding the apartment door open as he made it up the stairs.
Seeing his chubby boy sprawled out on the couch, Matt took off his shirt and smiled, closing the door behind him before he marched straight over to kiss his new lover. Still dressed in his gym clothes, Jayâs stomach was falling out of his t-shirt as he twisted his head for the kiss. Two more empty flasks of shake sat on the floor beside the couch, alongside another pizza box that Jay must have picked up right after his workout.
Matt had slipped his hand onto Jayâs tummy as he went back for another kiss. How could he tell him off for his bad diet when he looked so adorable right now?
âDid you get my doughnuts?â Jay asked.
Matt nodded, getting up to collect them and feeling surprised at how eagerly Jay took them from him.
âAmazing! You got the cream filled ones!â Jay cheered, ripping the box open and pushing a doughnut straight in his mouth.
Matt hadnât realised that there were different types, having just bought the first pack heâd found in the store, but he was pleased that it was giving Jay so much pleasure. He gazed with adoration as he ate, feeling himself falling hard for the guy. He sat there, on the floor, below the couch, rubbing Jayâs leg, observing it all. Doughnut number 5, 6 and 7 disappeared. Afterwards, Matt slipped in beside him, kissing his head from behind and holding the overfed boy tenderly. Whilst he couldnât wait to sleep with Jay again, these tender moments were something he never wanted to rush.
âDid anyone notice that we were flirting at the gym? Jay asked as they lay tenderly together later on. âI donât want you to get in trouble.â
âThatâs not something I want you to worry about,â Matt whispered into his ear. âI can handle any fallout if it comes to that.â
âIâve actually wanted to quit weight training for quite some time. I just didnât know how to tell you properly. Then our little relationship wouldnât be so much of an issue.â
âSo, weâre in a relationship, huh?â Matt teased, beaming with pride and hugging his boyfriend tightly from behind. âI donât want you to give it up just for me, though,â he added regretfully.
âYouâre the only reason I stuck it out so long,â Jay chuckled. âThe truth is, Iâm getting a lot more of a buzz out of developing my mass in ways that arenât strength training related.â
Matt lifted his head as he lay in bed and looked down at the fat filled stomach on Jay; his hardness immediately throbbed into the guyâs doughy glutes. He wished he could control it; still wanting to conceal the fact that he found the idea of Jay becoming even more overweight so wildly erotic. He realised that as much as he would try to reason with Jay about his overeating and general laziness, his dick would always be there, trying to undermine his words of caution.
Although Jay didnât acknowledge it with his words, he reached across for yet another doughnut, even though he had previously said he was stuffed. Was that for Mattâs benefit? Was he doing it to turn him on? Perhaps it was yet another unintended error of Mattâs that was dragging Jay even further down this crazy rabbit hole.
Jayâs gains began to speed up quite dramatically within the first six months of their relationship; Mattâs guilt increasing with every pound. There were times when he should have stepped in to stop Jay pushing his appetite too hard. When he discovered Jay buying in clothes for himself that were far too large, he could have asked why. He knew so much about nutrition and what it all was doing to Jayâs body, bloating it more and more beyond recognition. Heâd crossed 300lbs. That should have been a moment for them both to take stock and reevaluate things; but the arousal of it all; the way Jay seemed to not care in the slightest about how people were seeing him these days; that confidence; the love that Matt felt for him. It all culminated to ensure the personal trainer kept quiet and allowed it to continue.
Jayâs body was stunning. There wasnât a single spot where the fat hadnât done its work, softening and swelling him up. With the lack of weight training, Jayâs chest had succumbed to the blubber, now filling up under his armpits and inflating his arms. All the while, his gut and wide butt quietly continued to grow ever more; becoming more extreme with each passing day.Â
Matt couldnât say not to Jay on his birthday. Heâd asked him again and again what he wanted to do for it: a day trip, a weekend hotel stay, any gift he wanted. But all Jay had insisted on was a take-out meal in front of the TV.
âThis ice cream is definitely the best,â Jay smiled, scooping out from the tub with his spoon. âI canât believe you found some!â
âWell, youâre worth it,â Matt smiled. âI even found some of those special flavour doughnuts that you tried a few months ago. So youâve got something to enjoy tomorrow as well.â
âTomorrow?â Jay chuckled sceptically. âIâll be having those bad boys tonight! It is my birthday after all!â
Matt laughed and nodded. There was no arguing with that logic.
âIn fact,â Jay continued. âIâd like you to be the one to feed them to me.â
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Matt pretended to spill his glass of water and made a fuss, grabbing a towel from the kitchen.
âWhy do you always do that?â Jay asked, obviously downbeat. âYouâve got to know that I love the idea of you feeding me. We both clearly get off on how fat Iâm getting. Everyone thinks youâre a feeder now. They saw you with your ex; theyâve seen me getting over 350lbs. Youâve heard them whispering it behind your back. So why wonât you ever feed me?â
Matt tried to brush the comments off. It wasnât the right time; not on Jayâs birthday. However, his refusal to answer only seemed to make things worse. âOkay,â he finally surrendered. âIâm not being coy,â he admitted. âI⊠I justâŠâ he stumbled. âIt was when I was dating Chris.â
âThe four hundred pound guy you were with before me?â Jay asked, with only a mild hint of jealousy.
âChris and I didnât meet at a club like I told everyone. We actually met on a kink website for feeders and gainers.âÂ
âHow did I not know this?â Jay laughed, realising that his shy boyfriend had been holding out on him the entire time. âSo you used to feed Chris to make him gain weight?â
Matt nodded. âIt was great. It felt amazing. I fell ridiculously in love with the guy. He put on about 40lbs in the time we were together.â
âYou dark horse!â Jay joked, barely containing his delight.
âBut it just wrecked things in the end. We both wanted him bigger and fatter. We spoke about it endlessly. But when Chris was in a mood with me for something, he used to blame only me for making him fat. He said it was all my fault he was so unhappy. I spent so much of my time trying to make him smile and the second something pissed him off, heâd throw it all back in my face.â
âThatâs not very nice,â Jay agreed, pleased to finally learn how Mattâs previous relationship had ended.
âThen there was one day when Chrisâ car broke down. He came over in such a bad mood and started taking it all out on me. He ended up getting drunk and heading out with his friends. He made out to them all that I was fattening him secretly. He even messaged my parents to say the same thing.â
âShit!â Jay cringed for him, now realising why Mattâs parents had never been especially warm with him.
âChris apologised, of course. But it was too late. Fake news like that travels like wildfire. Even though I knew I was always going to be attracted to bigger guys, I always promised myself, I wouldnât ever get caught up in a situation like that again. Not if it risked making someone as special as you so unhappy.â
Jay nodded, completely understanding. âIt makes sense,â he nodded in agreement. âBut youâre not to blame for how Iâm turning out. Iâm not Chris, and I never have been.â
âI get that, but..â Matt tried to counter.
âNo, I mean it. Iâve wanted to be a fat boy for as long as I can remember. I felt so ashamed about it. I thought a muscle gain might quench that thirst, but it didnât. There is no part of me that is doing this just for your pleasure,â he stated sincerely. âSo stop with the guilt.â
Matt nodded, feeling that he had been thoroughly put in his place. This wasnât all about him. This was Jayâs journey.
âBut I think you also know how huge I want to get. I know youâve spotted some of the clothes Iâve been buying recently,â Jay smiled.
âYeah, those sweatpants you bought the other dayâŠâ Matt nodded knowingly. âThey were something else!â
Jay beamed with pride. âArenât they just!â he chuckled. âSo why donât you tell me, seriously,â he insisted. âHow do you really feel about me getting so fat that I could actually wear pants like that?â
Matt considered his answer, knowing how upfront and honest they were both trying to be that evening. âExcited,â he replied simply. âReally turned on by it.â
âSo, would you be willing to help me with getting there?â Jay asked.
Matt knew what Jay was asking of him and he sighed at the hard choice he was having to make. âI really want to,â he admitted, rubbing Jayâs rounded gut and admiring the tight softness. âItâs been so difficult trying to hold myself back sometimes.â
âThen stop,â Jay shrugged. âYou know that Iâm doing this, with or without your help.â
The two men looked at each other with true honesty in their eyes. âOkay,â Matt smiled at last. âOkay, Iâll.. try.â
Jay beamed brightly and slouched his fat body into the tortured couch, placing his limp hands at his side and opening his mouth, waiting. âNo time like the present. It is my birthday, after all!â
Matt, who had not been anticipating such an immediate start, fumbled slightly, not knowing what to do as he picked up a doughnut from the table. âAre you sure youâre ready?â he asked nervously.
Jay nodded, raising his eyebrows with excitement, but did not close his mouth as the doughnut was dangled so wonderfully close to his face.
With the doughnut in his hand, Matt pressed it into Jayâs greedy mouth. The boy moaned in appreciation and took as large a bite as he could. The sound was instantly arousing. Already he felt the sugar uncomfortably sticking to his fingers. By the time the third bite came along, he knew the remaining piece was too big, but pushed it into Jayâs mouth anyway; making the fat boyâs cheeks swell with fattening dough and sugar. Yet, still the glutton gorged, sucking the sugar off Mattâs fingers as soon as he possibly could. This was hot!
Jayâs hand reached towards the hunkâs crotch, feeling the arousal his part in the feeding had given him. Then he smirked gleefully. There was no hiding anything now as they both undressed entirely. âFeed me another,â he demanded.
Matt did as he was told, picking up more confidence with each fresh doughnut he pushed into the horny boyâs mouth. Seeing sugar glistening on the gluttonâs cheeks, the arousal in his eyes; the pleasure he took from drawing this side of Matt out.
âAm I a good piggy?â Jay asked teasingly,sucking on Mattâs hardness as the doughnuts were all finished at last.
Moaning softly, feeling his dick getting sticky from the fat guyâs sugary saliva, Matt nodded in agreement. Had Jay really just referred to himself as a âpiggyâ?
âSay it then,â Jay demanded, letting his hand take over for the few seconds he needed his mouth to talk. âTell me what a good, fattening pig I am.â
Mattâs brain was foggy with lust. He could tell that Jay was already holding back, not allowing him to climax just yet. âYouâre a good piggy,â he heard himself saying, worrying that he could ejaculate the moment he felt the words leaving his mouth. âAnd I do want you get fatter,â he admitted. âI always have.â
âProve it then,â Jay suddenly demanded, slipping his mouth and hands away from Mattâs hardness; cutting him off in an instant.
âHow?â Matt asked, having been so close to finishing before this abrupt stop.
âThe refrigerator,â Jay simply replied; smirking in triumph.
Matt knew in an instant what he needed to do. He headed straight over and collected Jayâs calorie shake from the cool refrigerator and held it in his hands, about to become the worldâs biggest hypocrite after everything he had said about these things.
âWhat do you want me to do?â asked a super horny birthday boy, laying back again and letting the fat splay into the seat once more.
âI want you to drink it,â Matt replied, already unscrewing the lid.
âWhatâs it going to do to me?â Jay whispered next, savouring the kinky moment between them both.
âItâs going to make you fatter,â Matt smiled back, so happy to be drawn into the game; so happy that he was doing this at last.
Matt stepped closer to the fat boy and then sat beside him, using his free hand to jiggle the immense softness that had enveloped Jayâs torso, whilst kissing him deeply. Then, just as Jay was really getting into it, he lifted his free hand up and gently rocked the boyâs head backwards so that his mouth pointed towards the ceiling, in position for the pouring.
âAre you ready, Piggy?â Matt asked, finally unleashing his true self. âItâs time to grow for meâŠâ
Jayâs eyes were dancing with excitement as they drifted from his feederâs gaze and up towards the ominously held jug of calorie shake looming above his head. Then, just like that, his mouth opened wider than Matt had ever seen it go before.
Matt couldnât put his finger on when exactly he came, but he knew he hadnât been done pouring. His fat boy had slipped his pudgy, sweaty hand onto his hardness and tugged at it; pushed it right into his giant, jiggling stomach, until Matt could stand it no longer. His orgasm had been years in the making and he moaned louder than any of his former lovers had ever heard him.