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Gainer Story Archive - "The Reunion", 2012
🕑 Added 2020-09-02 20:55:49 +0000 UTCTHE REUNION
By lardfill, 2012
1.
“Come on, the guy is perfect. I’m telling you, you’ll never find a guy who looks like that, with such a great personality. Never.”
“Then why don’t you go out with him?”
“He’s too good, you know. Way out of my league, but you? You are just the kind of guy he likes.”
Luke had listened enough about John’s sexy, gym bunny friend for long enough. He wasn’t going to start dating some cocky, in-shape guy again. The ego was far more than Luke could stand. He was looking for a chubby guy with a priority towards things like food and good times, someone who doesn’t want to take control and be high strung. If only he could find a guy like his old high school buddy Tony. He was about three hundred pounds the last time he saw him, he was easy-going, and wasn’t ashamed of his body at all - a big teddy bear that he had wished was gay since they had first met in junior high school.
Luke sighed as he felt his heart strings tug at the ten-year-old memories of Tony.
“So, can I tell him that you’re expecting his call?” John interrupted. Luke winced as he was forced away from his memory of Tony skinny-dipping at the lake, his belly sloshing wildly as he ran off the end of the dock, his dick slapping the underside of his jelly belly every few steps.
“No. Stop trying to set me up, John.”
Luke stood up and emptied his tray into the garbage and waited for his friend to do the same. His eyes were locked on a fat man in the line-up, waiting to order a big meal of burgers and fries, Luke hoped. The sight of that belly overhang peeking out from under his shirt sent Tony into his mind again, this time watching him change his clothes in the locker room. His belly and ass were so soft and jiggly. Tony had always been the first to joke about his “dick fat”, pushing the underbelly roll together to try to make it swallow his cock. The guys would laugh and snap his ass with wet towels, but it never got “weird” with the jocks - Luke was sure a few of them would’ve fucked him if they were drunk enough and the mood was right. He would have ridden him so hard that - “Are you sure? He’s so fit and that smile… Oh!”
John was getting in the way again.
“Look, John, I do not want to date him. Ever. Get it?” Luke barked loud enough for a few heads to turn.
The two quickly slipped outside and down the cold, gusty sidewalk to continue the conversation. There was another chubby guy leaving the coffee shop across the street, not very big, but definitely hiding some flabby rolls under his puffy winter jacket. If Luke was any more drawn to fat men, he’d be literally pulled into them. His eyes scanned every crowd, every single person to see one with a gut. He had seen every shape and size, but the biggest ones always were a treat to lay eyes on. The biggest person he had ever seen was during vacation down south, and the monumental size of all that blubber shaking and swaying with every laboured step filled his cock with blood and made it rise and stiffen against his will. He would picture Tony’s face on that butterball’s body and jerk -
“I just don’t see why. If you could just give me a reason, because he likes you. He told me,” John continued, stopping the mental undressing of a six hundred pound Tony.
“He’s not my type, and he reeks of disaster,” Luke snipped.
“Fine.”
They continued walking in silence. John eventually turned on his iPod as Luke walked onward into the wind without saying a thing, his mind lost in Tony’s body. He pictured what ten years of Tony’s lifestyle would do to him. All the cheap, starchy foods, endless beer, pot, fast food, no exercise, and lack of control - he had to be a giant blob of fat by now. Too fat to even put on his own socks or reach his little cock, buried deep in that jelly roll under -
“Are you going home?” John said loudly, speaking over the earphones he was listening to.
Luke snapped back to reality to find John standing ten feet behind him, in front of the entrance to Luke’s apartment. The wind had started spitting a dry snow that was drifting casually down the length of the road behind him.
“Oh! Yeah. Look, I’m sorry about all that. I’m just not ready to date again,” Luke apologized.
“It’s okay. I’m just trying to look out for you,” John assured.
They parted ways as John continued on for a few more blocks to his place. Luke was glad to get inside, the wind was bitter and he was in need of a hot shower to warm up, and pump one out.
2.
The mail hit the floor with a thud before the squeaking hinge closing shut on the mail slot woke Luke up from a deep sleep on the couch. The television was playing the looping DVD menu screen for the classic horror film he had been watching the night before. He had dozed to the closing lullaby-like theme song, only to sleep to the same tune all night long as the menu repeated over and over.
The mail was the basic clump of flyers and bills, with the exception of a hand-written envelope. He opened it and felt his heart thump faster in his chest. The ten year high school reunion was coming up in a few months. Tony would be there. He had to be. A flood of emotion raced through his veins as Tony’s plump face popped into his head - aged ten years and fatter than ever.
Facebook was the next step. Luke’s page on the site was hardly updated, he hadn’t quite caught on to the hype until this very second. He scrambled to find Tony and ended up with no results. Apparently, Tony also didn’t ride the online social networking wave. Luke searched every site he could think of and came up with one result for Tony on Google.
“HAZEL BROOK NATIVE WINS $50,000 - June, 2004, “The Hazel Brook Post“- The Idaho State Fair in Boise has raised more than three million dollars for the construction of their new multi-purpose arena and fairgrounds this year, but the farming and sports communities weren’t the only winners this weekend. Three top prizes were won in the county-wide raffle, the top prize going to Rachel Wando of Wallace - the $500,000 dream house built by Blair Construction in Peak View Estates, a new Land Rover, and a two week vacation in the Bahamas. Second prize went to Dwayne Hoover of Twin Falls - a two-week cruise for four in the Caribbean, a fully loaded 34’ RV motor home worth $150,000, and a lifetime pass to all Idaho State Parks, and $10,000 spending money. Third prize went to Hazel Brook native Tony Morgan, with a $50,000 cash winning, and an assortment of vouchers, coupons, and gift certificates worth another $50,000.”
That’s all that Luke needed to read. His mind went over the thought of what Tony would’ve done with that money. He pictured burger after pizza, milkshakes and deep fried chicken. So many nights they had driven to Boise just so Tony could stuff himself stupid on fast food. He remembered getting the munchies with him on so many occasions - the drive home from school usually led to the only restaurant in their small town. Tony would pull in to the tiny locally-owned drive-in restaurant on the edge of town, eyes red and belly growling, and order enough for four people before driving off to some mountain road to gorge himself stupid.
Luke had spied on him one night at his place before high school ended, pretending he was sleeping while Tony jerked off in bed. Tony had been smaller at the time but still “fat”, and while he stroked himself, his other hand jiggled and played with his own belly and chubby tits. He had cum while shaking his plump belly wildly and sticking his gut out as big as possible. Luke was surprised at the time, but as he watched through the years as Tony grew fatter and more open about his flabby body, it didn’t seem so crazy. He obviously enjoyed being a fat ass. Now, after over $50,000 of poor spending habits on the most fattening foods, Luke knew that his old friend would be a lot fatter by now.
Luke replied to the reunion invitation and said he would be coming alone. He soon began making travel arrangements - opting for the long car trip over flying, thinking of being able to take Tony out on a fast food binge. He booked time off work and waited, more excited about seeing his old friend then he had been over anything in a decade. It would be six more months before he’d be back in his home town, eyeing up his old friend and mentally molesting every inch of him.
3.
The winter finally passed, and spring came. Luke had nearly gone crazy, but had found a home listing for Tony after a long, hard search that came up with no phone numbers - the fatso had an unlisted number, but after several emails to a mutual friend from back home, his home address was now staring at him on the computer screen.
He found the building on Google Earth, and from the satellite image, he could see that the house was a trailer, located back in a small clearing in the woods. The thing that made Luke’s cock stand on end was the fact that the private lane he lived on ended on the main road just a stone’s throw away from the new McDonald’s that had been built sometime after he had moved away from Hazel Brook.
“Walking distance from the only McDonald’s for fifty miles,” Luke chuckled to himself. Not that he’d ever use his legs to get there.
He zoomed in further to the satellite image to try to figure out what was in the backyard of Tony’s trailer house. There was scattered debris everywhere - an old fridge, a rusted out line of cars, a few small shacks and out-buildings were the easy things to guess. There seemed to be some kind of machine or engine in the yard near what appeared to be a hot tub. Chairs, maybe, were scattered around. A toy car? No, bigger. An umbrella, too? He bet Tony walked around naked, eating and soaking in both the sun and in that hot tub.
“That’s HIM!” Luke cried out and covered his mouth in a pleased shock that still looked like horror. The umbrella WAS Tony, he could see it now, despite the semi-poor picture quality. He was massive! HUGE! The pale skin, the pink nipples just barely there - so much so that Luke wasn’t sure if it was just in his imagination. His bellybutton was clearly there as a tiny pinprick of shadow in the expanse of belly flesh pointing up at the sky. His fat legs touched each other down to the knees, even though they were splayed far apart. Luke looked for his arms before realizing that what he thought were nipples were flabby arms bent back up, probably pushing food in his fat mouth.
Luke jerked off all day to the blurry image. Anyone else wouldn’t have seen a human being in that pale dot, but he could see Tony. He was so fat he could see him from space. So obese, and still growing. A minute drive from McDonald’s. A hot tub to soak in, a backyard to lay nude in and eat like a pig. He wondered what the inside of the trailer looked like. He wondered if Tony had gotten fatter since the picture was taken - wondered if Tony could still fit outside.
“Maybe he needs a friend to help him,” Luke grinned. “Help him enjoy being a butterball even more.”
4.
The drive was long, crossing the plains and winding up through the foothills in one long trek that led to a cheap motel bed just a few minutes down the road from Tony’s lane. He had slept for ten hours straight before preparing to visit his old buddy; showering and grooming before putting on casual clothes and heading out the door. His stomach growled for food - his last meal had been fifteen hours ago now and he hoped his growling flat stomach would be excuse enough to go get food and let Tony go on a binge.
The lane was dirt and longer than it appeared on the satellite image. Luke had to park at the end and walk up due to the gate that blocked the road, locked with a chain and padlock. He hopped over and noticed the old footprints left from the last time Tony had been out - it had been raining then and his huge weight had created deep, waddling footprints that must have coated his shoes in thick mud. He pictured Tony’s flabby body covered in some thin, worn out T-shirt that clung to every inch of him, wet with the rain and nearly transparent, revealing his plump nipples and deep bellybutton. He always had darker nipples and complexion from his partial Native/Spanish blood, and the thought of those plump nipples stretching out and expanding from the fat building up inside made Luke’s cock become semi hard in his shorts. The footsteps was the first sign that he was right on guessing the “umbrella” in the backyard truly was a morbidly obese man.
The trailer home was quite run down, and it didn’t help that the lawn was overgrown, with food wrappers and boxes scattered in the tall grass. He figured the crows had picked out the loose pieces of trash from the dumpster half-filled with garbage bags that Luke was walking by. The deep ruts in the driveway turned and backed up to the large metal bin - the garbage truck actually had to empty a big dumpster of his food trash. Luke chuckled to himself and thought of how insanely gluttonous his friend had become.
He walked slowly now, the old trailer windows might offer a glimpse inside of Tony, but it appeared that they were all covered with cardboard from the inside. Luke’s memory went back to Tony doing this in his room when he watched movies and didn’t want any light coming in. There was a garage with a pick-up parked inside, with the tire tracks leading inside deeper on the left side.
Instead of going to the front door, he followed his instincts out to the back, opening a rusty gate through the tall grass and quietly taking small steps. As he passed by the end of the trailer home, the back yard came into view, bit by bit. Right ahead was some old appliances and cars, rusting to their bones in the summer sun. A shed with no door was stacked full of very old cut firewood, the color bleached by years of sun passing over it. Then, a big hibachi barbeque and a propane barbeque sat side by side came into view in the middle of the lawn. In the foreground, what looked like a disassembled wooden picnic table sat in the spot Luke had jerked off to in the satellite image. It was surrounded by grass that was dead and trampled flat, leaving a wide path leading to both the barbeques. On a closer look, the disassembled picnic table was a huge sturdy lounge chair, big enough to hold 4 regular people but most likely only ever held one - and it was probably a tight squeeze since he had seen no signs of the chair frame in the satellite image when Tony was filling it. His attention then went to the hot tub, tucked over against the trailer.
Luke was expecting to see Tony in the water, but there was no sight of him. He walked into the middle of the set up of relaxation Tony had set up for himself and tried not to let his cock become a full blown erection. There was a full-sized fridge running under the canopy behind the hot tub. The door going inside were patio doors, with a well worn wooden step leading up inside. Luke felt a rush of blood enter his dick when he saw the dirty, scuffed edges of the door. Tony had to be squeezing through sideways with food in hand, belly scraping the door sides as he shimmied through over the years. Naked, no doubt.
There was another well beaten path leading around the other end of the trailer home that Luke followed out of curiosity. It branched in two - the heavily beaten path leading to the front of the house, to the garage. Tony must be too fat to fit through the front door! The other path didn’t need exploring. He could smell the skunk-sweet odour on the breeze - Tony’s weed source for the munchies which had turned his body into a freak show.
There was a loud thumping in the home as heavy feet pounded their way around inside, hidden by the permanent cardboard curtains. Luke didn’t know why, but his brain screamed at him to hide, so he did. Darting down the path to Tony’s pot, he dropped to the ground and into the high undergrowth of the forest when he caught a glimpse of naked flesh exiting the house. He had a clear view of Tony but was hidden from sight completely.
Tony was immense. He was naked but it didn’t matter, his belly was to his knees, and his hips stuck out on either side so far that his already wide body doubled in size when it reached to the love handles. His ass was enormous, the ass crack somehow started up much higher than it should, so swollen with lard that they had consumed Tony’s back from the love handles down to a hanging “under-ass” which mirrored the hanging underbelly on the front, only not quite as massive, and split in two by an ass crack that Luke wanted to fuck so badly.
He began dry humping the ground, grinding his erection into his underwear as he watched Tony slowly waddle to the fridge, pull out a big bottle of cola and start the laborious climb up the three steps to the hot tub. He sat his giant ass on the lip, and carefully raised his meaty leg up and over - sort of. His huge roll of thigh fat caught on the lip of the tub and needed his chubby hands to slowly push the roll up and over, sloshing heavily into the shallow water inside. He lifted his belly up as best he could, flopping the heavy mass of lard over the edge and into the half empty tub.
Luke came into his underwear after watching for a minute. He found it didn’t relieve the intense lust surging in his cock and kept grinding his hips into the dirt, using his load as lubricant. Tony’s massive hanging roll of pubic fat caught on the lip of the tub and like the left thigh, he had to use his hands to lift and move the blubber over the side. He leaned his entire body back, allowing his right leg to lift up on its own from the shifting weight and in one ungraceful movement, his entire body flopped into the tub with a thump that Luke could feel in the ground - sending him cumming again.
The splash of water sprayed up and out around Tony as his bulky body filled half the tub in one drop. The water splashed and settled at its new height, making it chest deep for Tony, floating his fatty chest rolls out in front of him. His nipples had lost their plump firmness and now were large, slightly darker tan circles that looked bigger than his palms. Luke figured that Tony carried more body fat in one arm than he had in his entire body. The thought of that weight on top of him, driving down on his cock as it gets lost in every fold and hole it can find. Luke was about to cum again.
Tony opened the soda bottle and began chugging from it like a whale-sized baby. The bottle was empty in a little over a minute, and was followed by a deep, ripping burp that echoed in the forest, silencing every bird nearby and causing even the crickets to stop chirping for a few seconds. Luke had to cover his mouth and stop breathing when his cock erupted again, this time in the complete silence that Tony had caused with his bellowing belch.
“Oh yeah!” Tony exclaimed to himself with a happy tone of pride. Several smaller burps followed that were still louder than any Luke had heard since he had last seen Tony a decade ago.
Luke slowly backed up on his hands and knees, timing his movements with Tony’s belches. He made it out of the pathway and took a moment to look at himself - he was in no way presentable. Dirt covered his shirt and shorts, with several small scrapes and scuffs on his knees and elbows. The biggest stain was still growing as his shorts absorbed the semen from his underwear. The middle of this stain was now a mud spot in the shape of his dick. He needed to go back to the motel and change - fast. He wanted to catch Tony naked in the hot tub again, so he ran back down the lane to his car and made his way back to motel.
5.
He was back from the motel and at the end of the lane again in less than ten minutes, and opted to run up the road over walking. He stopped to a normal pace when he reached the dumpster and decided it was best to simply stroll around back like before. He opened the rusty gate and walked slowly again, as though Tony would be mad to see him for some unknown reason. This was not the case.
“Holy shit! Luke! Buddy!” Tony yelled in his usual party-animal fashion, but this time his body was preventing the comical movements he used to have.
“Tony! Holy fuck, big guy! Look at you!” Luke blurted out, as though it was the first time seeing him like this.
“The munchies got me, man! More than once, by the looks of it, huh?” Tony said with a big smile, jiggling his belly as he did.
“Nah man, it looks good on you!” Luke said with a huge smile as he swooped in for a big half-hug.
“I think so,” Tony said confidently, but also half joking. “No one else thinks so, but man, I’m living the life.”
“I’m jealous, big guy, I really am. City life isn’t as great as it might seem. I’d much rather be out here, relaxing and taking it all in,” Luke assured, looking around with sincerity.
“Help yourself to the beer in the fridge, there,” Tony offered. “Oh, and there’s a glass jar full of joints inside - grab a few and get your scrawny ass back out here.”
Luke slipped through the doors and found himself in a very dim interior with very little furniture, and a floor that sagged in the path that Tony took most often. He followed it past the kitchen and into the living room. The dented floor gave way to a severely dented couch, and Luke spied a heavy rope secured to the ceiling by it.
“God damn, fatty needs a rope to pull himself up out of that thing,” Luke said to himself as he looked over the crushed couch.
He spied the jar of joints, and was shocked by the size of it. The glass jar was gallon-sized and filled to the brim. He grabbed five of them and a lighter headed outside again, stopping for a couple beers at the fridge before putting everything on the built-in table on the side of the hot tub.
“Beautiful!” Tony exclaimed and clapped his fat hands together, sending ripples through his body.
“You’re telling me! I nearly got a boner looking at that jar in there!” Luke laughed.
“My home crop - good stuff man. Gives you the munchies like nothing else,” Tony winked, lighting one of the joints.
“Yeah, you need that,” Luke said sarcastically with a big grin, giving Tony exposed upper belly and light grope and jiggle. The silky soft blubber was like butter sitting in the sun.
“There’s not much room but you got to get in here, man. Smoke this with me and relax for a while,” Tony offered with a big toothy smile that was melting with thick white smoke.
Luke stripped down to nothing, throwing his clothes in the grass and noticing a few stolen glances from Tony as he had his back turned. His body was no where near being buff or toned, but he had a frame that held his weight well, and displayed what muscle tone he had in a way that made his chunky body look more beefy than chubby. Whatever his size, he was still four times smaller than Tony’s bulk - which had to be over seven hundred pounds.
His naked frame nimbly hopped into the tub and was immediately squeezed up against a soft mass that pinned his legs in place. Tony’s buoyant belly fat was like an iceberg - less than 10% showed above the water, but below was the biggest part. The belly sloshed around fluidly from the water jets, and its silky mass bouncing on Luke’s naked lap was causing the erection to grow again. He needed to change position fast or else risk sexually harassing his buddy without even trying.
He shifted sideways a bit and slid right into Tony’s bulging love handle, sending him tipping into the expanse of Tony’s soft arm and tit fat. Tony raised his arm around Luke’s shoulders and dropped it down with a slick plopping sound, locking Luke down to the seat and planted him firmly into Tony’s side. The joint was pushed into Luke’s lips before he knew it and all at once he felt like a teen again. The feeling sent Luke’s heart soaring and he felt a sigh escape his lips as he relaxed and sunk into his fat friend even more.
“It’s comfortable, yeah?” Tony said, thumping his big belly and letting out a husky giggle.
“It really is - you feel so damn soft. I could sleep here tonight,” Luke laughed.
There was silence that followed that made Luke wonder if he wasn’t the only one turned on by seeing his old friend. Tony had never dated anyone - Luke was aware of several drunken one night stands - but when he was happiest, it was always with guy friends. There was one time when both Luke and Tony had made out - but neither remembered the night after too much vodka and beers. They had shared a bed during a night about a month before Luke moved away, and in the deep drunken states they both were in, they ended up kissing and fondling each other briefly before passing out. A flicker of this memory came into Luke’s mind, unlocked after years of hiding in plain sight.
“What have you been up to, besides eating, in the last ten years?” Luke quietly said, relaxing a bit more as he leaned his head onto Tony’s chest even deeper.
A puff of smoke coughed from Tony’s mouth as he held back a laugh.
“I won the State Fair raffle. Well, third place. That’s about all that’s happened to me,” Tony said with a wide grin. “Fifty thousand dollars, and gift certificates worth even more. I got the trailer, truck, and hot tub for practically free. The rest is still going into this monster.”
He shook his belly with his free hand and watched as Luke’s head bobbed on the fat waves. Luke looked back with a serious gaze and calmly began playing with the blubber all around him. Tony moaned a little as he felt the new hands rub and caress his body fat in spots he couldn’t reach anymore and in places that felt much different than when he touched them himself.
“I’ve missed you. I think about you a lot and I was thinking that I need to move back here,” Luke said without looking at Tony’s reaction. He felt Tony’s fat fingers grasp his shoulder a little harder.
“It would be great to have you back here again, little guy. You have no idea how much better it would be to have you around here,” Tony replied with a warm feel to his voice.
They sat silently, sharing another joint as they felt the water circulate around their naked bodies until a loud gurgle rumbled from Tony’s massive belly. Luke pushed his hand into the stomach blubber and smiled.
“Sounds like you need your tank filled,” Luke laughed, sticking his finger in Tony’s wide bellybutton. It easily held his finger, and went deeper than he could poke - so he started pushing it in and out fast, feeling the warm water get pressured out and pulled back in again. The motions sent a flurry of ripples through Tony’s belly, up through his tits and even making his chin jiggle.
“I’m starving, man. Wasting away to nothing here,” Tony chuckled and raised his arm off of Luke’s shoulders.
Luke floated off his seat and drifted with the water, ending up sitting opposite of his obese friend again, his legs pinned under Tony’s belly. Luke’s small gut was occasionally touched by the undulating expanse of belly blubber in front of him. Tony’s stomach groaned again, this time followed by a gurgling that trailed on for twenty seconds.
“Let’s get out and get something to eat, I can’t stand hearing you suffer like this,” Luke joked with a wink, sinking his fingers into the fat again.
“Okay, but you might want to get out first - and look away, or else you’re going to get an eye full,” Tony warned, but half-expected Luke to stay and watch anyways.
Tony heaved his body up and a wave of fat and water spilled onto Luke’s naked lap. Soft velvety blubber pressed into him and pushed further, pinning Luke back to the side of the tub, and causing his cock to swell to life. Tony didn’t seem to feel the twitch in Luke’s privates, and continued to stand up completely, sending the water level dropping down to just cover Luke’s lap, had it not been filled with blubber. Tony was about to turn his body around when he stopped, feeling Luke’s erection catch on his underbelly. It slickly slid along the overhanging lard, making it throb full of blood.
Luke let out an involuntary moan as Tony lifted and dropped his belly on his hard-on, letting loose a juicy flopping noise that made the erection pulse harder. Tony smiled a faint grin at Luke as he moved his body around a little, sending the fat swaying around over Luke’s cock, creating more friction.
“Tony, I…” Luke started.
“Shh… Dude, I can tell you like this as much as me,” Tony whispered. “I just ask for some help when I need to do the same.”
Luke nodded, holding back his amazement, and bit his lip as he felt hundreds of pounds of flab drag over his cock. He felt like he should now try more, and got an idea. He told Tony to kneel on the seat, facing outwards and exposing the giant ass which he had admired from the bushes earlier. Tony’s massive belly sagged down on the seat, his plump legs spread to accommodate it, and from behind, Luke could see a hint of scrotum between the fat thighs, nearly hidden by the overhanging flap of ass fat. He would make sure to take care of Tony’s erection, no matter how deeply it was buried under the roll of pubic fat which had grown so large that it had assimilated the scrotum skin into it’s bulge of fat that weighed nearly fifty pounds on its own.
Tony’s ass crack was staring at Luke and he couldn’t wait any longer. With a couple fingers, he dove deep into the soft lard. His fingers squirmed and dove deeper and deeper, until he was elbow-deep in blubber, and his finger tips were brushing Tony’s puckering asshole. The amount of fat between his hole and the surface was incredible, and he was sure that this was the first time Tony had ever felt anyone that deep in his fat.
“You’re too fat to fuck, big guy,” Luke said, edging a finger into Tony’s hole, flapping it back and forth, tickling Tony with a sexual rush.
“I know,” Tony replied with the first hint of disappointment and shame that he had shown all day.
“Hey man, don’t worry - this is beyond awesome. You have to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I mean that, I really do,” Luke assured. “I mean, just look what it‘s doing to me, man.”
“Oh, I believe you!” Tony exclaimed, his voice changing pitch on the last word as another finger was shoved in his hole.
“I have been thinking about doing this for years, Tony, and to see you like this is a dream come true,” Luke let his mind flow out through his mouth before kissing the back fat in front of him.
“I made out with you one night before you left for college,” Tony confessed. “You were drunk out of your mind, but I needed to do it before you left.”
“I didn’t remember until just a little while ago,” Luke confirmed. “I thought you were drunk too?”
“I was, but -OH!” he squealed as Luke slipped two more fingers into his tight hole. “I was drunk, but not enough to forget. You told me something when you were drunk. Do you remember what?”
Tony thought hard but came up with nothing.
“You told me that I was looking thin, and then you played with my belly until you passed out,” Tony said with a giant smile.
“Oh?” Luke felt his face blush.
“I was three-hundred and twenty pounds then,” Tony said proudly. “and you called me thin.”
“It looks like you took my advice,” Luke joked, twirling his inserted fingers around, making Tony shiver with pleasure as he kneeled on the seat.
“I did. I always loved food, but that was the first time where I craved getting fatter. I wanted you to see me bigger the next time you came home - but then you didn’t,” Tony explained. “Then I won that prize and decided to work full-time on growing. I gained four hundred pounds since you left. Do you think it’s enough?”
“Truthfully… no. You‘re getting there, though.”
Luke slowly pulled his arm out from Tony’s ass and helped him get out of the tub. The act of getting him out was a delicate balance - Luke was worried that at his size, Tony shouldn’t be getting in and out of the slippery tub on his own anymore.
“Let’s go to your bedroom and I’ll show you what it’s like to have help finding that dick of yours,” Luke suggested, slapping his giant ass playfully.
“I haven’t touched it in years, it’s driving me nuts,” Tony confessed as he waddled slowly, side to side through the patio doors.
6.
When Tony fell back into the mattress that held his shape even when he wasn’t laying in it, his body shook and sloshed around with such intensity that it kept rippling and shifting for over ten seconds after he was down. His head was pinned back by his thick double chin and fat tits that came to rest under his chin, his nipples pulled up and now covering the peaks of the flabby chest like the snow capped mountains of the Cascades. His belly was a giant mound shaped like a melting ice cream cone, Tony’s stretched stomach and upper belly stood rounded out of the top, framed by his meaty tits, and pouring out in all directions with the loose, soft blubber. The round hill gently levelled and met his wide, deep bellybutton where a little river of fine hair followed down from it into the underbelly which was parted by a valley in the buttery soft belly fat.
His pubic fat roll was the size of one of his massive jelly roll tits. It sat, wedged like a single bun between two giant loaves of bread - his belly and thighs. It even had the feel of warm, rising dough - and it was surely rising, and he was covered in stretch marks to prove it. Old and new, in varying shades of red, and varying widths. He found several on his pubic roll that were very wide and red, fanning out from the hole in the middle which had long buried his dick in lard. Luke ran a finger over the red marks and Tony squirmed with a laugh.
“That’s such a sensitive spot! That’s never been ticklish before,” Tony giggled, his voice huskier from being weighed down by his chin and chest. Luke simply ran his tongue over the angry red marks and listened to the ticklish giggles turn into deep moans of pleasure. Deep inside, he knew Tony’s cock was getting hard.
A loud rumble emerged from Tony’s belly and the two remembered just how hungry they both were. Luke let Tony soak in his sexual anticipation and went to the kitchen to find something to stuff into him while he went to town on the guy’s poor lost cock. His fridge was a sea of cream, butter, meats, bins of pasta salads, leftovers, a cake. He grabbed one of the gallon jugs of cream (there were six in total), the cake, two pasta salad containers, and made a pile of roast beef sandwiches, devouring one while he prepared them. The meat was homemade, from the charcoal grill, and it was the best roast beef he had ever had in his life. He had forgotten just how good of a cook Tony had always been.
When he came back into the bedroom, Tony had dug out an old tube of K/Y jelly from back when he still had access to his privates and left it on the counter.
“Oh damn! You read my mind!” Tony squirmed and jiggled with anticipation. Luke plopped the cake down on the table by the bed, putting the plate of sandwiches next to it. The pasta tubs went on the other nightstand, and the cream jug went into Tony’s wriggling, fat fingers.
“You like your cream, by the looks of it,” Luke said, kneading Tony’s belly fat with both hands.
“I drink one of these a day, usually. Sometimes it’s soda,” he replied before tipping the jug up and began slowly chugging.
Luke simply slid down to his massive blob of a friend’s pubic roll and began to push against the roll to see if Tony’s cock would poke out. It didn’t. Luke kept one hand pressing on the roll, framing the hole between his thumb and forefinger, while pushing two fingers into the hole gently to try to pinch the cock head. It wasn’t there.
“I don’t mean to offend, because I personally find this extremely hot, but are you hard right now?” Luke asked sheepishly.
“Uh, just give me a minute, I have to do something first,” Tony replied in gasps as he took a break from chugging the cream. He set the jug down, now half empty, took two slices of cake and inhaled them, leaving his chubby hands grabbing more cake and eating it fast like a competitive eater. Handfuls of food were gone in just a few huge bites. Luke watched with his jaw dropping slowly in absolute disbelieve.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Luke said with the first signs of a tear in his eyes. His dream come true was right before him.
“Try now, but I have to keep eating - it’s the only thing that makes me horny anymore,” Tony explained with a rosy shade creeping up in his face.
Luke took a few seconds to reply, his gaze on the spectacle of Tony laying in front of him. He was over seven hundred pounds and regularly ate like this just to get horny. He pictured years of eating making it harder and harder to reach his quickly vanishing penis, but the food turning him on so much that even though it would make him lose his cock, it still won out over all rationality. He was an addict, and not only that, but someone who had lost all control over his body. Tony had always been a perverted horny teen, and it looked like his eating replaced the need for sex, and the lard he was filled with turned him on in some degree, despite making it difficult to do everything.
“I can’t believe I left. Why did I leave, Tony? Christ, you are just beyond my wildest dreams,” Luke finally said, giving the huge belly in front of him a hug before tending to the erection buried somewhere below.
7.
It didn’t take long for Tony to cum a huge never-ending river of semen after Luke found the tiny swollen head of his cock with his two lubed up fingers and thumb. A minute of gentle greasy tugging and pushing on the tiny cock head was all it took before he could hear muffled moans of pleasure from beyond the horizon of belly in front of him. Tony bucked his hips and flexed his legs as much as he could before erupting from two inches below the surface, the first squirt slapping Luke on the side of his face. The next chain of heavy spurts were slowed down by amount pooling in the hole, sending pulse after pulse of white cream running out and down the fat roll, tickling Tony as it trickled down to the start of his ass crack and winding down the curve of flab to the bed sheets.
Luke stretched his neck up over the belly curve and was even more shocked than he was by the amount of cum. Tony had finished everything! The cake was gone, the cream and pasta salads - gone. The sandwiches were gone from the wiped-clean plate, the only remainder of food was the homemade mustard barbeque sauce smeared on his fat cheeks.
Tony stared at Luke in complete fulfilment, lost in thoughts of pure joy and relief. He hadn’t cum in years, and the wave of true relaxation washed over him and gave him a new outlook on life.
“I’m moving back here. I have to. I mean, I have no choice,” Luke said with wide eyes and a stupid grin.
“You’ve got a home here, man. I mean that. I know it’s a big step down and all, but-”
“It’s a step up. A massive step up for me,” Luke said with intense truth. He wanted nothing more than to stay right here.
Luke propped Tony up with the pillows so he would avoid the heartburn that comes with a packed belly and being horizontal, and fetched him a Zantac from the bathroom. The trailer was going to need some upgrades if Tony was going to keep growing - the shower and toilet were crammed into a small bathroom that filled Luke with questions on how Tony even manoeuvred in there. He thought of how much easier he was going to make life for his old friend - and how those spared calories would react to his constantly growing frame.
“You want me to roll over or anything, I mean, for your turn,” Tony asked, grabbing Luke’s cock as he came over and placed the pill on the night stand. It had been ages since he had had his hands on his own cock and feeling Luke’s was comforting and intense at the same time.
“You just stay right there - I have always wanted to try this,” Luke said as he crawled over Tony’s thigh and began to mount his lower belly. He lifted the lower belly flab up off of the pubic roll of fat and inserted his cock in the fold in between the two that was much deeper than he expected. He dropped the belly back down on top and leaned forward, pinning his cock under a foot-thick layer of blubber.
The pressure surrounded his cock and acted like a Chinese finger trap - making it hard to pull out while the pressure was on. He pushed and pulled, sliding his cock ever so slightly in the fold, while pulling and pushing the belly fat that surrounded him. Luke had never felt such an amazing sensation before - better than any sex he had enjoyed prior to this point in his life. A spurt of pre-cum slicked the fold and within seconds, the rest of the load was being pushed up his shaft and injecting his underbelly fold like a cream-stuffed doughnut.
Luke collapsed on Tony’s belly and stayed inside of him, in a sense, using the belly like a giant waterbed pillow. He nearly fell asleep before Tony told him to join him with another joint in his chubby fingers, so he slid out, wiped up the mess he made in the fold and crawled up and over his newly claimed island of blubber. Laying next to him provided less mattress than he was used to, but Luke leaned heavily into the chubby chest and love handle and felt safe tucked under the massive, heavy arm. He fell asleep with him after they finished the joint and woke up together, prepared to make the day the first of many.
They had only been awake for five minutes when a huge gurgle rumbled out from Tony’s belly again. They both looked at the expanse of fat with smiles that went from ear to ear.
“They serve breakfast at McDonald’s for only one more hour,” Tony suggested, handing Luke a set of keys and a hundred dollar bill. “Take my truck down - the copper key is for the gate - and pick up ten of the big breakfasts for me, and whatever else you want to feed me.”
Luke replied with a deep kiss and a casual grope to Tony’s soft nipples.
“Whatever is the most fattening thing on the menu - ” Luke began.
Tony’s face lit up and he quickly blurted out, “That’s the super sized milkshake. Get ten. Vanilla.”
Luke kissed him even harder and playfully messed up Tony’s already messy hair before leaving out the front door for the first time it had ever been used in the house. He felt his erection throb hard as he pictured Tony getting so fat he couldn’t use even the patio door - and decided then and there that he would make sure that would happen by the end of the year.
Comments
Benji
Definitely my favorite story you’ve ever written (and that’s a high mark considering how good of a gainer fiction writer you are!). I really wish i had a Tony of my own
dom s
read this because of your Q+A video and was not disappointed. tony's really living my dream life
