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Gainer Story Archive - "The Little Shop", 2012
🕑 Added 2020-09-02 20:53:21 +0000 UTCThe Little Shop
By: Lardfill, 2012
The drive through the bayou was long and tedious the first time through, so the way back home was going to be a more scenic route. The funeral had been tough, but a since of relief had come over Barry after the burial. Now he was starting the nearly twenty-hour drive back to his little dark apartment in West Virginia, back to his food-obsessed life where he had already managed to put on 150lbs by spending his off-time gorging on fast food, buffets, take-out, and cooking at home. He was already getting an erection just thinking about it, his tiny cock head just poking out of his big pubic fat pad. That’s when he smelled cooking bacon drifting in the air outside and slammed on the brakes.
He stepped out on the shoulder of the empty old two-lane highway, surrounded by marshland on both sides and let his nose find the direction of the smell that was making his mouth water. He decided to back track on the road and check out a few of the dirt roads that barely stood above the plant-choked marsh leading back into the old willows and vines that blocked his view. The first road led to a trailer home that had no working cars on the lot. The place looked like it would crumble into a rust pile any second. The second road led to a better looking trailer, which turned out to be one of four trailers on the lot that were all connected in one way or another. The place had a fire burning in the distance, but not the source of the bacon smell.
The next road back was in good condition - wide with no pot holes and puddles like the others. A road sign on the dirt road at least showed the road actually went somewhere. Then, there it was. The most bizarre little shop he’d ever seen. It was a tiny little building with no windows except for the glass front door. He parked and tried to contain himself over his find. The door closed behind him on the shop with a sign that reads “Belly’s Lard Shop”.
Inside, the back wall was lined with a wide arrangement of glass jars, all filled with pure hog lard. The colours varied in richness; some light and clear and some a creamy brown/yellow colour. Barry felt his pulse quicken as he read the hand painted signs all over the other walls, with cooking ideas and ways to use the lard. His favourite so far was “Add it to mashed potatoes with cheese and cream” - it was like the store stepped out of his wildest fantasies. The clerk would confirm this.
“Hey there, big guy! How are ya?” came the husky voice peppered with a Louisiana accent.
Barry turned to find himself looking at a young, very in-shape man wearing a worn tank top that left nothing to the imagination and thin polyester shorts that also didn’t leave much to the imagination. At the right angle, his whole manhood was clearly visible swinging free - the kid had inherited the right genes.
“Hey. I, uh, smelled your store from the highway,” Barry laughed nervously.
The kid grinned a big toothy smile and walked over to him casually with a couple jars in his hands. Barry was a few inches taller than him, and at nearly 450lbs, he was three times his size - the difference made Barry’s erection throb harder. Unlike this kid though, he could get an erection and it wouldn’t be visible because of his own personal stash of lard.
“We have a small hog farm, raise them all on nothing but the best. Today we’re processing one. Smells good, don’t it?” he said with a smile.
“You got that right,” was all Barry could muster up as he watched the kid put the jars on the shelf in front of him.
His ass was a perfect bubble butt. His back was tight and muscled. His legs hard and bulging with hard muscle. He had just enough fat on his body to make his muscles not look freakishly toned. The way his clothes caught the light and shadows, Barry could easily picture him naked. He could swear the kid was enticing him to make a move.
“You look like you appreciate flavour, don’t you, big guy?” the little bull of a man asked, almost serious.
“How’d you guess?” Barry chuckled.
A muscular hand gripped Barry’s big overhanging underbelly and gave it a gentle, but firm, jiggle. The kid had a giant smirk on his face and a look in his big green eyes that were begging for sex.
“Well, we’ve got a wide selection. The clear fat is all pure oil, it’s smooth and you can use it for pan frying. It just doesn’t have the flavour of this stuff over here,” the kid explained, handing Barry a big jar of thick, creamy, tan coloured slop. “This stuff here is the heavy fat, the most delicious lard on the pig.”
“How would you know?” Barry joked.
“Oh, I have this stuff almost very day. I know some people who go through a jar a week. They get hooked on it. Spread it on toast, add it to rice, dip chips in it - you’d never guess the crazy shit they put this in. My favourite is to just spread it on bread and pan fry it.” the kid said, rubbing his non-existent belly.
“But I’m guessing most of your customers don’t look like you do,” Barry half-joked.
“No, but not many people look like me nowadays, now do they?” the kid said while flexing a little.
“True,” was all Barry could say.
The kid’s lower stomach was in sight after he was done flexing his arms and chest, its hairy trail leading to the top of his pubic hair which was just showing from the top of his low-hanging shorts. Barry couldn’t take his eyes off the little sliver of tanned skin. The kid’s cock twitched like a balloon getting that first little puff of breath into it.
“You look like you could put back a jar of this lard a day,” he said, staring right back at Barry’s exposed underbelly flab.
Barry was lost for words. The kid stepped closer and reached out for a big handful of belly fat. He grabbed a smaller jar of creamy lard off the shelf and then pulled Barry by his belly into the back room. It was a cramped dark spot but it would do. The kid was already completely naked and leaning into Barry’s body, a thick nine inch cock pressing into the bottom of his belly.
“I want to watch you drink this for me, piggy,” the kid said, deep and low in Barry’s ear before nibbling his earlobe.
Barry heard the jar’s seal break and the cover unscrewed then felt it being forced into his chubby fingers. He held it motionless, in shock over this horny little muscle bull rubbing himself all over his fat body. He felt the big dick catch in his underbelly fold and start fucking his hanging blubber.
“Drink it,” the kid ordered, guiding Barry’s hand to his lips.
Barry felt the thick goop slide on to his tongue and melt into a flavour that coated his mouth. He let out a moan and then felt the kid’s hand tip the jar up higher, flooding his cheeks with enough fat to add a pound to Barry’s frame. Within ten seconds, the lard was all in Barry’s belly.
“Good piggy. Now turn around,” the kid ordered again.
Barry did as he was told. There was no way he would mess up this moment. He bent over the sink and felt his belly hang free against the cold metal. The kid ran his fingers inside the empty jar and started greasing Barry’s asshole. His fingers probing deep inside Barry, making him moan out and sweat like a trapped hog.
“Good piggy. Mmm, you like me inside you, don’t you, fatty?” the kid whispered as he pushed his cock into the slippery ass cheeks.
Barry groaned as he felt the thick cock press against his asshole, then nearly screamed when the boy’s meat pushed through in one hard thrust. Strong hands covered Barry’s mouth as he whined and growled from the intense fucking that was making his body jiggle all over. The boy’s greasy hands locked onto Barry’s giant love handles and forcefully guided the fat customer in and out, bringing him closer and closer to giving him more creamy fluids.
“Look at all your stretch marks, fat ass. You must eat so much, day and night, non-stop gorging on what? Fast food?” the boy asked, slowing down his speed.
“Sometimes,” Barry blurted out.
“Only sometimes? It looks like you do it every day… more than once. Maybe a buffet? A Pizza? Maybe three? A guy your size doesn’t get that way from eating right,” the boy asked, now only thrusting his hips on certain words like “Buffet”, “Three”, and “Size”.
“You’re right, I eat a lot. I can’t stop,” Barry confessed.
“I bet you’d rather eat and do nothing but grow fatter all day, wouldn’t you?” he asked, starting to fuck faster.
“Yes! I want to be fatter,” Barry said out loud. It the first time he had actually told someone and the words felt foreign coming from his lips.
The boy only latched on harder and began fucking Barry’s hole like an animal. He could feel the kid’s drips of sweat falling on his fat back. The boy’s breathing was wild and heavy. Barry felt the boy pull on his body while pushing into him, sending his cock deeper up inside of him.
“I want you fatter than those obese piles of lard that buy this slop,” the boy told him through clenched teeth. “The fattest fucker we get here has to get his shit delivered… he’s so fucking fat he can’t leave his house.”
The intensity of the boy’s fucking was now bringing Barry close to shooting a load in his underbelly fat. He couldn’t speak from the surges of emotion racing through him, he just submitted to the boy’s urges and let him do whatever he wanted.
“I want to see you get so fat you can’t move your bloated body. I want to fuck you all night and feed you all day until you wish you hadn’t let yourself turn into such a pathetic pile of lard,” the boy kept going. “You’ll have to eat whatever I bring you, and take my cock whenever I want. You want that you fat fucker?!”
The boy felt like he was about to cum.
“Yes! Feed me until I can’t leave! Make me the fattest you’ve ever seen! Fuck me! CUM!” Barry screamed out in tears. His asshole felt like it was on fire from the punishment. “Please!”
“Hey - look what I found,” the kid suddenly said in a strangely calm tone, gearing down on his ass-pounding very quickly. “’Got me some more of the high quality shit.”
Barry tried to look behind him, but felt a strong hand grab the back of his neck and force his head to the wall. The fucking pace was very slow but still rammed in with such depth that it made him wince every time. He heard heavy footsteps go out the store and then back in again. From the smell, the person who just joined the boy was huge and working on rendering the fresh hog.
The sound of jars opening again, but this time the hands that grabbed Barry’s head were much bigger and much stronger. He felt his jaw getting squeezed on the sides and forced to open up wide.
“Swallow it piggy,” the boy’s words were cold and blunt.
The lard was smooth, rich, and slightly warmer than body temperature. Wild boar, maybe, no doubt from the current batch. The taste was much richer than the last jar, and thicker. It slid over his tongue and straight down his throat, gone in seconds. He could feel the heavy mass hit his stomach like a dead weight. His knees buckled and he felt big strong hands grab his sides and help him stand up.
The boy’s cock went motionless and he felt it pulse and swell before feeling a thick wad of hot cum empty deep inside him. The cock immediately pulled out, making Barry holler out, feeling like his insides were being yanked out. It was a relief but it was short lived.
There was a shuffle of feet and then those bigger hands were gripping his soft ass fat and pulling him back. What greeted Barry’s asshole was a cock that felt twice as thick. The massive cock head pressed into Barry’s tired hole and pushed in slowly but steadily, the man’s weight gradually pushing into his giant blubbery ass. The pressure became unbearable.
“Stop! Stop! Oh my god! Please!” Barry cried out. To his relief, the man pulled back and Barry’s ass was uncorked from his cock head.
Barry suddenly had his mouth plugged with a large tube and felt Velcro straps secure it into place around his head tightly. The mouth piece wasn’t uncomfortable, like it had been well-worn. The thought sent a flash of panic through his brain and he tried to protest.
“Shut up, pig,” the voice ordered, much deeper and with a thicker accent.
There was a greasy, milky liquid seeping into Barry’s plugged mouth. A thick rubber stump kept his jaw open as it tube fed him a mixture of emulsifiers, weight gain powder, heavy cream, and the lard from a jug the kid had just brought in and held while the bigger man began working on Barry.
“You love this, don’t you piggy?” the kid asked, squeezing the jug and forcing more mixture though into Barry’s mouth.
The bigger man was continuing to rub his cock head into Barry’s fat hole, pushing and poking but to no avail. That is, until the man rammed as hard as possible against the ring of muscle blocking him. Barry’s hole was forced open to it’s maximum again and then some as he felt his entire enormous cock tightly push in and up into his body. Barry went to scream and received another blast of warm, creamy, fattening liquid down his throat.
The man fucked like the kid had - raping Barry like a wild animal. The cock went in deeper than the boy’s dick did, greased deep inside by the boy’s pocket of slick cum. Barry was sweating and dripping, his body lost all it’s strength. He just sucked down the fluid and tried to relax as much as possible so his asshole wouldn’t try to tighten up.
“I want to keep him,” the giant man’s voice rumbled out.
The cock slid out almost completely before sliding back in the whole way. He was laughing in pleasure at the feeling, slapping Barry’s fat ass and pushing his cheeks together to rub against the shaft more as he continued this push and pull.
“I want to fatten him up real good. He’s so small,” the man said, his rough fingers tracing Barry’s flab all over.
“You want to do another one so soon?” the kid asked seriously.
“YES,” the man said firmly.
The man grabbed Barry’s swinging flabby chest from behind, pulling at Barry’s big soft nipples. He felt the hands reach down and grab all his hanging belly fat before pulling up on all of Barry’s weight. To his amazement, Barry felt his entire body being lifted off the ground. The man’s giant muscled arms held Barry up and back against his body. The man hugged him from behind like a kid hugging an over stuffed teddy bear.
Then the man dropped Barry a few inches and he could feel his weight slide down on his wide cock, pushing deeper and deeper into him. The man turned them both and began pressing Barry into the wall so hard that it held him there, his toes just barely touching the floor. The man fucked deeper and harder than Barry thought was possible, keeping him pressed against the wall with his big strong arms locked under Barry's flabby ones. It ended with a painfully tight hug from behind that kept him completely still as a huge blob of hot cum pumped out deep inside Barry's guts.
The man, sweating and panting, leaned into Barry and kept riding his orgasm, pumping out more and more cum into his new pet. The kid had left at some point during the brutal fucking. Barry felt the empty jug get removed from the contraption that had filled his belly but his mouth piece stayed inside, keeping any screams for help muffled. The man finally pulled out of Barry’s hole and the strength left his body with it. He crumpled to the floor with a stuffed belly and an ass that felt like he wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.
Barry watched the giant muscular beefcake walk away, wiping himself off with a towel and double checking the locked front door. He must’ve locked it when he came in after the kid started fucking him. Who were these people? What were they talking about before? 'Do another one so soon?'
“The truck’s ready,” the kid said from the back door.
The man grabbed Barry by the arms and raised him to his feet. The man’s naked cock swung as they walked, slapping Barry’s bare ass as he waddled against his will. The man licked Barry’s neck as they made their way to the back, where a truck was parked in front of the door, the tailgate down, awaiting the fat boy.
Barry wanted to say anything to try to stop this all, but the mouthpiece stopped him. All he could do was go with them. He had no options as he felt his obese weak body being pushed up into the back of the truck, the man’s finger shoved up Barry’s hole while he was on his hands and knees and being pushed further in the truck. There was something very sinister about these two that both aroused Barry and chilled him to the bone. He wanted to run for his car but when he looked back at the shop's parking lot, he saw a man on a tractor towing his car away down the dirt road.
The truck ride was short, and he found himself at the multiple trailer home, naked and being guided into the farthest trailer, near the outdoor fireplace that was still going strong. The trailer’s windows were all blacked out and boarded up from the inside, keeping the inside dimly lit by a single light bulb. Once inside, it became obvious that this had all happened before.
Before him was a giant homemade bed that filled the entire back end of the trailer. The cushioning was dented down in a huge space in the middle. Barry looked back, scared, at his captors. They both had smiles on their faces. Horny, perverted grins that made Barry’s heart skip a beat. He was pushed back onto the bedding where he landed in the middle of the indent, the crushed bedding spreading out as far as he could reach.
“Billy’s already back, can you believe it?” the man asked with a smile. “He leaves but he always comes back.”
“He looks different,” the kid said.
“Yeah, but last time he didn’t look right either, remember?” the man said, running his fingers through the kid’s hair.
“I guess,” the kid looked a little disappointed, judging Barry with a serious look in his eyes.
“The last time, Billy only started looking right once he got too fat to get up, yeah? Once we shave him and fatten him more, he’ll start looking like Billy again,” the man said.
Barry squirmed as he felt the man handcuff his leg to a metal ring that was welded to the wall.
“Billy acted different, I‘m not sure if it‘s him,” the kid said before walking back to the door.
“It is. You’ll see. Just go tell your uncles that Billy came back!” the man told the kid.
The man turned back towards Barry and laid in bed with him, cuddling and holding him. Kissing him on the forehead and rubbing his belly. Barry felt himself slipping off into sleep, and as he began drifting off, he caught a glimpse of a State Fair trophy on the nearby blacked-out windowsill. It was quite large, displaying a golden hog on top with a plaque mounted on the base with the engraved words catching just enough of the faint light inside the trailer for Barry to read:
“Louisiana State Fair 1999. Blue Ribbon Winner - ‘Big Billy’ 1199 lbs”
