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A Very Realistic Hook-Up Story
🕑 Added 2023-07-02 18:20:16 +0000 UTC*This story originally started off as another attempt as a realistic fattening fantasy, but quickly divulged into a narrative fitting what I hope happens to every one of you fatasses reading it.*
Jake was the first person I’ve hooked up with who actually meant something to me. The way he treated me in bed, the way he looked at me, it was like everything I’d learned about men previously had been erased. Of course, none of this particularly means anything anymore. We saw each other one time, several months ago. I think it was sometime in May, but now we’re about to head into September. You’d think I’d be way passed this by now, especially with all the stress from school and work, but there was something about him that I just can’t shake from my mind. In my more mundane classes, my mind often wanders back to that night. Or at work, when I feel like I can’t file another paper, I’ll pretend that I’m going back to his place after I get off the clock.
All of that being said, you can imagine that I’m fairly excited to go see him again tonight. Memories of his chiseled abs and defined pecs pressing up against my lithe body have been flooding my mind since he messaged me a few days ago. He always was the perfect amount of assertive. Taking control but still letting me have a say in what happens. I recall grabbing onto his wavy dark hair and seeing him stare into my soul with piercing eyes as he pounded away. He was a little taller than me, and a bit more muscular. I think his profile had said he was 5’11 and around 160 lbs. Not a body builder but not as utterly skinny as me. Usually I prefer my men to be more on the thicker, well, fatter side, but with Jake I didn’t really care. This is cliché, but we made a genuine connection that night.
I begin the drive over to his new apartment. Last time I saw him he was living in a run-down place next to the junior college he was going to, but his new place is in a much nicer part of town. Maybe he got a stroke of good luck with a grant or scholarship? He was being pretty vague when we talked earlier, which isn’t really like him. I’m trying not to think about it too much, but you never know what’s going to happen in these situations.
Entering his new building, I’m immediately surprised. The place looks more like a 5 star resort than an apartment complex. The first thing I notice is the monumental indoor waterfall that flows from what must be at least fifteen floors up, completed with winding stairs on either side. Each floor has hallways that overlook the extravagant lobby, and many fancy light fixtures hang from the ceiling at various lengths. I walk over to the front desk and greet the very handsome blond front desk man.
“Zac for room 113?” He asks me in a deep voice.
“Yep, that’s me. How’d you kn-“ I get cut off before I finish my question.
“We’ve been expecting you, Zac.” The muscular man tells me as he leans over, letting his biceps poke out of his snug polo. “Jake’s room is down this hall and to the left, right past one of our dining rooms. If you find yourself needing anything during your visit, feel free to let any one of our workers know. Enjoy your night, Zac.”
‘They’re really professional here’ I think to myself as I walk past the dining room. It’s closed right now, but it’s also midnight. I can’t believe they have so many workers here. Just walking down the decently sized hall, I notice several handsome men in snug polos walking past me with room service carts. Most places don’t offer room service this late, let alone have so many people ordering it at this hour. I push that thought to the side as I pass a shirtless man, probably in his early twenties, who I guess to be around 430 lbs. His pale flab jiggles with each step and he has to lean back slightly as to not tip forward at the expense of his massive belly. His plump moobs rest peacefully on top of his overfed, stretch marked gut, and I notice a bead of sweat fall onto his left tit. He’s breathing heavily and looks like he just got done working out. I’m just not convinced that he’s done anything more than walk down this hallway, though. I notice that his stride is just as confident as any skinny man’s, he walks from his hips and let his flabby arms sway around his belly. As he passes me I notice that his shorts are unbuttoned and only zipped up as much as bulging pubic fat would allow. I watch his fat ass walk down the hall before thinking that he must’ve been extremely handsome when he was thinner.
I reach room 113 with a huge boner, and try shoving the thoughts of that huge man out of my head as I knock on the door and think about Jake. I hear his voice yell “Coming!” and I refocus my thoughts back to abs, strict jawlines, and his chiseled ass. A minute later Jake finally opens the door.
Instantly I’m relieved that I won’t have to be focusing on muscles for the next few hours. Jake’s muscular body is long gone. I mean loooooong gone. Like he’s gained 50 lbs of fat and hasn’t touched a gym in months long gone. He opens the door fully and stands back, allowing me to enter as he flashes me a dumb smile. His jawline isn’t completely gone, but his face is way fuller. His cheeks have weight to them and his chin is really, really soft. I’d say that he should’ve shaved a few days ago, but it’s probably more difficult now that he’s so much chubbier. His hair could use a trim, but the shaggy look isn’t so bad on him. He’s wearing the same black tanktop he was wearing last time I saw him, but it’s now hugging the bulges of his torso. His soccer ball sized gut sticks out about an inch from the bottom of the shirt and his pecs have turned into two small hills of fat with nipples that let you know exactly where they are under the shirt. His arms, which used to be lean muscle, now jiggle when he moves and looks like two slightly stuffed sausages. He’s wearing a jock strap and I look around back to see that his ass is way bigger than it used to be, and looks like it’ll jiggle for days. His fat butt cheeks hang slightly over the bottom of the jock strap, hiding it from my view. But he can’t hide his blubbery legs that now touch when he just stands there.
“Hey Jake, long time no see.” I say to him, grinning at his new size.
“Yeah, Zac, it’s been a good minute.” His words come out of his mouth differently, like there’s a little more effort involved with fighting his incoming double chin. “A lot’s changed in my life, if you haven’t noticed. Sorry I didn’t put on better clothes, though. I thought you were room service.” He finishes with a laugh. Suddenly there’s a knock on the door behind us. Jake answers the door and takes a dish from a good looking room service man and tells him thank you, while I awkwardly stand here staring at his bulging ass. Jake takes the lid off the dish.
“Vanilla milkshake and chocolate donut holes, my favorite midnight snack.” Jake explains, popping a donut hole into his cute mouth. “You want some? I can order you anything you want.” He tells me.
“Ah sure,” I say, knowing I’ve been wanting to put some weight on myself. “I’ll take one of the same.”
Soon my food gets there and we sit in his sleek living room on his L shaped sleet grey couch eating donuts and drinking milkshakes, talking about what’s been going on in my life (more of the same). Jake finishes his order before I even get halfway done with my donut holes. He orders one more of the same and comes back to the couch and puts his heavy legs over mine. I tangle them together more and push my toe into his soft belly. His shirt’s been slowly riding up and my toe sinks deep into his olive skinned fat. “So, how did this all happen?” I ask, half referring to his weight gain and half referring to the nice ass apartment around us.
“I’ll tell you if you do me a favor,” he says enigmatically. “Finish your shake and jerk me off.” He smiles and I do as instructed, chugging the rest of my shake and moving next to him, taking off my shirt. My middle is swollen tight and I’m painfully full, but it doesn’t stop me from helping Jake take off his jock. His dicks is a big as I remember, but where his V used to be is his fat belly resting over pubic fat that he hasn’t been keeping up with like he used to. I grab his cock and use the last bit of milkshake for some makeshift lube. He presses his thick face onto mine as we kiss, and he tastes like sugar. I lay my arm on his soft side and his side fat spills over my thin arm ever so slightly. His belly and moobs shake and jiggle until I get him to cum all over himself. He leans back in ecstasy and I jerk myself off, cumming on his fat, bloated gut. I get groggy and fall asleep resting on Jake, using him like a body pillow.
The next morning I wake up, put my clothes on, kiss Jake goodbye and effectively forget all about that explanation he promised me. As I walk to my car, I start wishing that I hadn’t forgotten. All around the lobby, chunky men of various sizes roam around in clothes that don’t fit, sometimes bumping into each other and sending their bodies into an episode of quivering. My dick grows hard, but I know I need to go. As I walk past the windows I watch a rather scruffy 280 pound man in only sweatpants stuff a whole hamburger into his mouth before walking up to a mini bar and being handed a milkshake.
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Over the next few months I don’t know what has gotten into me. All I can think about is those apartments, but Jake hasn’t been answering my texts. Sometimes I skip work and just go and sit outside the place and watch what goes on in the inside. I’ve always wanted to be thicker, but ever since I Jake and I shared milkshakes I can’t stop thinking about wanting a gut of my own. I’ve managed to gain twenty pounds, and I’ve filled out a little, but it’s nothing compared to what I want. At least when I jerk off I jiggle now, which is somewhat of an improvement. It’s just not enough.
I skipped class today to stay home and stuff myself. I almost finished a whole pizza in one sitting, but I’m still only about 160 lbs now. That apartment complex is driving me crazy, how have I not even gotten the name of it? I put on some slightly snug shorts and a less loose shirt and drive over to the place, knowing I won’t be able to get it off my mind.
Once there, I make my way into the lobby that’s abuzz with the sound of blubbery men enjoying themselves. It smells like a pleasant mix of grease and candy, and the lights seem brighter than the last time I was in the lobby. I walk right past the front desk. The same blond man is there this time as well. As I walk by he says, “We’ve been waiting for you, Zac.” Suddenly I’m more aware of how my shorts hug my chunky ass. I walk down the hall and bump into a dark skinned man. His heft throws me back a bit.
“Oh excuse me there, didn’t see you. You must be new here too.” He says, examining my body. The man must be around 200 lbs and is kind of tall, but his face is kind and chunky.
“Nah I don’t live here.” I tell him. “I’m just visiting a friend.” My dick is hard from colliding with his belly, but he’s still got some muscle to lose before I’m all in for him.
He laughs. “Well, I started out that way too, slim. Hopefully your friend will help you get a milkshake or two, if he hasn’t already.” The man walks down the rest of the hall and his bubble butt shifts as his legs rub together. I wonder what the deal is around this place? It’s a good thing I’m here to get answers. I reach room 113 and knock.
“Come in!” Jake yells through the door. I try the knob and it’s unlocked. On the couch sits Jake, unsurprisingly even bigger than he was before. He’s not wearing any clothes and there’s a muscular man in front of him, sucking his shrinking dick and feeling up his fuller moobs. If I had to guess, Jake must be around 260 lbs. His belly sticks out way in front of him, over his cock, and his arms and legs are significantly stuffed more with quivering fat. His neck is thicker and connected to a scruffy double chin. His fat neck melds well into his chunky face that doesn’t really even look like the Jake I saw that first night. In a few seconds the muscular man starts jerking him off and he cums, kind of weak, the white sticky stuff barely reaching his fat rolls. He sinks back and runs a chubby hand through his wavy hair. His arm fat fights with his chest fat when his arm flops back down to his side. He’s so fucking hefty.
He looks back at me with those eyes, just standing there. “Ah cool, Zac, you came back.” He says slowly to me, his double chin hitting his fat chest as he speaks.
“Yeah, man, I can’t stop thinking about this place,” I know I sound desperate but this is driving me insane. “I need answers.”
“Well, sit down and I’ll order some Mexican food and milkshakes and we can chill. Sound good?”
“Sounds fucking fantastic.”
Within minutes the food is here and we’re sitting on his couch eating loaded nachos and quesadillas. Jake more shoves the food down his throat than eats, but watching him like this is only turning me on more and more. He constantly drops bits onto his fat, and it gets stuck inside his side fat. Every now and then he pulls it apart and eats all the fallen food. I make sure to eat my fill, but I can’t nearly keep up with Jake sloppily shoveling it in with his fatter appendages. His forehead gleams with a slight film of sweat.
He takes a sip of a milkshake. “So my man, I know this looks like a pretty sweet deal to you.” He lets out a small burp as I struggle to take another bite. “And it really is. I can’t tell you much about what’s going on because, in all honesty, I’m not entirely sure. All I know is that a man from a hookup app offered to pay for me to live here, he said it turns him on to pay for my shit. From what I can tell, that’s how most guys here afford this place. Either by my guy or some other pervert out there.”
“Okay,” I say, breathing more heavily than normal because of my stuffed abdomen. “That doesn’t explain how fat you all are”
“Oh, yeah, about that.” He looks down at his body and smiles, resting a hand on his huge gut. His love handles are poking out. “I didn’t realize it was going to be like this until I got here, but I actually really like getting fat. I feel better than ever. Before I came here I didn’t know if I’d be able to afford dinner, but now I don’t have to worry. And on top of it, I’m blowing up like a feakin balloon! Look at me, I’m huge now. And I want more. I never thought it’d be that way, but after I ate that first meal I knew I wanted nothing more than to get huge. Look, if you want to live here, you can.”
“Wait, what?” I ask. “Is it that easy? I just get to move in?”
“Yup, I can get you the next room over before the end of the night if that’s what you really want. I’ll make it happen” Jake lets me know. My mood is instantly lifted, that’s all I’ve wanted for the past few months, all that I’ve thought about.
“Hell yea, man, sign me up.”
We spend the rest of the night eating and sleeping. The next day I wake up feeling fatter already and move into room 114 of the apartments.
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I look at myself in the mirror after putting on the same pair of shorts that I came here in. They don’t button anymore, and my pubic fat keeps them from zipping up all the way. I look at my belly that touches the sink now. I’ve got perky mounds of fat sitting right above them, and my face doesn’t feel like my face anymore. It feels like a chubby guy’s face, but it belongs to me. It’s harder to move around and I get out of breath a lot easier. The walk down the hall to the dining rooms is more difficult it used to be. My belly jiggles with every step and my ass always feels like it’s going to bust out of my shorts. I guess gaining 60 more lbs will do that to you.
I meet the usual people at the dining room, we’re all fatter than when I first met in. Jakes here’s verging on 300 lbs. His moobs sag over his overstuffed belly and his arms look overly plump. Ever since I moved in, Jake and I have gotten pretty close. Even as he balloons he’s kept his sweet and genuine demeanor. We mess around with each other too and have fun- I always put shit inside of his blubbery side rolls and see how long it take for him to notice. His face has so much weight to it, it’s ridiculous. None of his clothes fit anymore so he just wears a really tight pair of athletic shorts he found 30 pounds ago. I sit next to him in the booth and our love handles touch, his overpowering mine. He’s used to it by now, especially because his belly is constantly being pushed into the table in front of us. Not too long later the man I bumped into in the hallway the day before I moved in with the short hair and bubble butt joins us at the buffet style dining room. His name’s Grant and he used to work at a law firm before he got offered by some guy online to move into this resort. Since coming he’s blown up from 150 lbs to over 250 now. A lot of guys here have similar stories. Men from random places with random jobs and occupations get offered to live here. The pants Grant came here in still kind of fit, but they’re ripping at basically every seam. He might as well be naked. As he sits down, his gut hits the table and he grunts, trying to make his belly fit. His fat is more firm than Jakes, but his lower half makes up for the firmness, bulging out of his ripped pants at every seam.
A waitress comes over and we order several dozen rolls of fried sushi and milkshakes to wash it down. The food comes out immediately and we all get to eating. It’s not clean by anyone’s standards, with food falling and lots of grunts. Usually we’re all covered in food after every meal. If you don’t need a shower after eating, the meal must not have been that great. I’m able to eat way more than I was ever able to 65 lbs ago. It’s like every day I wake up fatter. I’ve completely forgotten about school and work, I don’t even know what happened to my phone at this point. My life consists of eating and chilling out at the resort with my fat friends. It’s funny, I don’t really remember much about what I used to do. I know a list of facts, but it all seems trivial now.
After several hours of eating like pigs, we’re all full and decide to head down to the pool once we’re digested enough. We walk pretty slow, especially Jake. He’s not used to all his new weight just yet. I stand behind him as we walk down some steps and I notice that his back and shoulder fat jiggle and bounce as we go. We’re breathing heavily, but that’s everyone here all the time.
“God damnit.” Jake says. “I want another milkshake.”
Grant sighs. “Me too, lets stop at the bar.” And we do. While we wait Jake orders him and I some donut holes to go along with it. Grant lets his belly rest on the counter, his back’s been hurting lately. Jake sits for a minute and I admire how his fat cascades over itself. Before we walk the rest of the way to the pool, Jake tells the suave bartender to put it on our tab.
At the pool we chill out in chairs and let our guts soak up some sun and digest some more. I can practically feel the fat coming onto my body. Looking around, most of the chairs are full of men varying in size. Directly across from me I see a younger pale man verging on 500 lbs sitting in a chair that looks like it’s one straw away from breaking. A pool boy comes around and offers the man a vanilla milkshake, the same color as the hair on the fat man’s fat chest. The big guy happily takes the drink and the chair’s mesh rips under his immense weight. He lets out a grunt and a bead of sweat falls onto his belly. Poor guy must be exhausted. The pool boy helps the man up by reaching around his rotund body and places him onto a sturdier chair. I notice the pool boy has the biggest hard on underneath his white pants. Once he’s finished I stand up and walk over to the pool boy, letting my stuffed gut lead the way.
“Hey,” he says, “Need another milkshake, maybe some food?” He asks.
“I actually could use another milkshake, but that’s not what I’m here for.” I say, looking into his hazel eyes.
“Oh, okay,” The pool boy says, handing me a milkshake with his lean arm. “What did you come over here for?” His face is extremely angular, like he could be a model if he didn’t work here.
I take the milkshake and chug it as fast as my stuffed belly will let me. My belly noticeable stretches out as I chug and it’s hard for me to breathe. “I know you like this,” I say to him, pushing my fat and bloated gut into his trim torso. He looks down and a lock of brunet hair falls into his face. His lips curl into a smile.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” He asks bashfully.
I chuckle, but it hurts my bloated gut. “I’m guessing that you don’t carry around churros in your pocket all day. But, if that is a churro, can I have it?”
“It’s… not a churro dude. Sorry to disappoint.”
“No disappointment at all,” I let him know. “I was just wondering if you’d wanna move in here? There’s plenty of room here next to our rooms.” I gesture over to Jake’s fat ass eating more donut holes, sagging the mesh in the pool chair himself. “And I know a guy who’d love to pay your stay.”
“You know, that actually sounds pretty tight. I’ve been thinking about moving in, but I wasn’t sure about how my parents would handle me having my own place here. My name’s Trevor by the way.”
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Trevor moved in later that night in room 115 that night while Jake and I fucked over in room 113. For someone with a belly my size back then, I really gave it to him. The way he jigged all over his bed drove me wild. His ass had gotten so big, my dick could barely fit all the way in. I also had to do all the work because he gets tired so fucking easily. It was that night that I knew I wanted to try to catch up to Jake. Ever since I saw him after he gained the weight, I knew I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be as huge as him, I was tired of him being the fatter one. In all honesty I felt kind of bad, especially because Jake’s been nothing but good to me. But that night I decided I wanted to be the one who got whatever I wanted just because I was huge. That night was two months ago.
This morning I woke up at 310 lbs and hungry. I’ve had men in my room every day stuffing me to my max. I woke up this morning, and one of the bellhops had to help me sit up. My belly is gigantic. I haven’t seen my cock in so long. I’m huge and I hate walking and I sweat all the time and the only thing that can actually cool me down is a milkshake. Looking in the mirror I don’t recognize myself. My face is fat and jiggly. I look down at my moobs facing different ways and I feel my double chin blocking me from looking all the way down and seeing every stretch mark. I walk over to my bed to try to put on a pair of sweatpants that don’t fit and my entire body jiggles with every step. I reach down and see my fat fingers grab onto the pants, but just throw the pants to the bellhop and my arm quivers. I can’t bend down, they know it and I know it. I lift one fat leg, then the other, then they pull the sweatpants over my huge ass. My belly hangs over the elastic as it digs into my thick waist. I walk to the front door, ready to finally leave my room and see how everyone else has changed, and my pants start riding up. My thighs give me major chub rub, so I try not to walk.
I step out into the hall and stop to catch my breath when a belly runs into me. About 230 lbs from my guess, not huge but pretty well developed. It has a nice ball shape and fat moobs that are the size of baseballs. His arms and shoulders are just now starting to chub out, and his face looks chunky- as if it used to be skinny and angular. I recognize those hazel eyes.
“Holy shit, is that you Trevor?” I ask, happy.
“Yeah dude it’s me, Zac right?”
I smile and feel my fat face shift. “Yeah it’s me. You got fuckin’ fat. Jesus. But hey, I guess I did too.”
“Yeah, you really did. And yes sir, I’ve been eating a shit ton. Anyway, I was just about to go grab a milkshake at Jake’s, you wanna come? He’s been missing you, although he understands why you needed that time to yourself” He adds.
“Sure, I’ll come. I’m glad he understands, but I do feel bad about leaving him after all he’s done for me.” I let him know.
We walk into Jake’s room and my fatass has ballooned more than I thought he would’ve, as if he’s been gaining 30 lbs a month. Everything about him is heftier and plumper and fuller. He’s gigantic and I’m both pissed and turned on. While I haven’t caught up to him, I’ve definitely been gaining faster. Jake’s excited to see me and see how I’ve blown up. I’ve gained about 90 pounds since he last saw me, so his short cock grew hard just seeing me. His pubic fat surrounds his dick, but it’s one of the hottest things about him. I can’t believe his face is so much more wide and blubbery than it was the last time I saw him. The TV remote is buried in his fat fold, but I can barely see it sticking out because it’s in so deep. I’m hoping he puts it in there because that’s where I used to keep it.
The three of us don’t bother wearing clothes and after we’re done stuffing ourselves silly the three of us start jerking each other off. Trevor and Jake have become pretty good friends, which is nice to see. Also Jake can barely reach his cock, and I’m starting to get into that territory, but Trevor will be able to get us for a while. He’s still in that stage where he’s got a basket ball sized gut but he’s not completely drained and tired all the time. I don’t even think I could wake up without my morning milkshake. Trevor sits between Jake and I and my love handle’s push into his smaller ones. I can see Jake jiggling like crazy while he leans back and Trevor takes care of him. I love it when Jake leans back now that he’s so big. Every pound of fat moves with him and jiggles in place. Trevor’s got me too, and I try to get him, but my arm’s too fat and it’s uncomfortable. So I let the skinnier boy take care of me while I think of how much fatter I’m going to get. After I cum all over my stretch marks I see that Jake’s asleep and Trevor is ordering more food. Two large pizzas.
“Make it five” I tell him. “I’m hungry.”
“Whatever you say fatass,” he says to me, his face looking fat as his words come out. I look down at his belly and notice that his happy trail looks stretched out and that he’s already getting stretch marks under his chest blubber. He looks like he’s gained all the weight rapidly. Every part of him pushes out, even his ass, that was once nonexistent, is looking thick as hell. I kiss him and notice how fat my face is and how thick his is becoming. He’ll look great when he gains more.
The three of us spend the rest of the day on the couch eating and sleeping, ordering more and more food. I’ve had an obsession with fried Oreos lately and love ordering them by the gallon. I fall asleep in a fat bliss, hoping one day I’ll outgrow Jake.
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A week later and a several more pounds on each of us, the apartments announce that they’ll be expanding their business. With more funders than ever, there will soon be apartments all over the US and in several other countries. We have the option to move to any location we so please, but I think I’ll stay here.
At the mid-day meal in the dining room, Trevor tells the table that his dad is actually one of the donors for this place, and that’s how he got the job here as a pool boy (apparently being attracted to fatasses runs in the family). He looks totally glutted out while he tells us that The 1% is on some kind of fantasy thing to turn as many men fat as possible. He takes a bite of fried chicken and grease falls onto his bloated gut. Jake sticks out a fat finger and wipes it up, licking his chubby appendage slowly. A fatter Grant laughs at the news, and a leg of his chair breaks. I think to myself, ‘Maybe The 1% isn’t so bad after all” before digging into the first of many cakes for the day. I can feel crumbs getting caught in my fat rolls and I grow hard, not that anyone would be able to see at this point. I’m, just, very glad I had that first hookup with Jake.
