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"Come In" - New Gainer Story
🕑 Added 2020-12-25 06:44:54 +0000 UTCThis is a bit of a romantic story involving a nervous gainer visiting his boyfriend's family for the holidays, and of course it leads to gluttony, extreme obesity and immobility.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! Thank you for everything! Cheers to a healthy, safe, and morbidly fattening 2021!
...and now on to the story...
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Come In
by Lardfill, December 2020
Adam stared out of the passenger seat window as the car neared the end of their short ten minute journey that felt like eternity. He had been a ball of nerves all month, thinking about all the worst-case scenarios he could imagine as he got closer to meeting his new boyfriend's family for the first time. He looked down at himself and his nearly five hundred pound body crammed into the passenger seat. Clay playfully reached over and raised Adam's shirt and kept his hand resting on Adam's jiggly pale blob of a belly to feel the jelly shaking as he drove. His belly and chest sloshed and rocked heavily with each bump and pothole they drove over and Adam knew how distracting it was for Clay. He looked over at Clay and couldn't believe how lucky he was to date him. Clay was fit, lean, with a handsome face and a personality that you could warm your soul like a roaring fire on a cold night.
Adam had started dating Clay back in summer after meeting him at a gay bar during Pride celebrations and they had hit it off really well, leading to discussions about moving in together before Thanksgiving. With moving in together as the main topic of discussion along the way, they decided to go visit Adam's family for their big annual Thanksgiving dinner. When they arrived to meet Adam's parents and siblings, the worst case scenario happened. His family hated Clay.
For two days, Adam was secretly scolded by his parents and siblings - berated for getting so fat and for announcing that not only he was gay, but that he had begun dating a black guy. It was repulsive and hateful as they whispered about Clay behind his back, until Adam had enough and made an honest and heartfelt speech in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner that gave thanks to his parents showing their true colours so he could properly disown them and never come home again. With that, Adam and Clay walked away from the table, grabbed their suitcases and left two days early amid an angry commotion at the table. Adam had cried the entire drive home and Clay spent the next month assuring him that he would be okay and that family is wherever you can find it. He made Adam feel safe and protected, wrapping himself around Adam's girthy frame whenever he could to give him the love and affection that his family had denied.
Now, just a month later, Clay had to coax Adam into visiting his family home for Christmas and Adam couldn't help feeling sick as he pictured another awful visit that would lead to families tearing themselves apart. Clay was close with his family and the thought of ruining that relationship terrified Adam. He had almost met Clay's family several times over the past few months since they only lived a neighborhood away, but Adam kept postponing the meeting out of fear that things would turn sour like it had with his own family. Clay held his hand as they pulled onto his street and parked in front of an old brick townhouse that had a small tree lit up in the front window.
"Here we are!" Clay said with a giant smile.
Adam just stared up at the house, worried how Clay's family would react when they saw him. Adam was the complete opposite of Clay. Clay was short and trim, his dark skin like chocolate, with a handsome face that radiated positivity and kindness. Adam, however, was obese and nearing five hundred pounds with very pale freckled skin and strawberry blonde hair. He wasn't particularly handsome, with a wide nose and big ears, but he had kind eyes that always seemed a little sad. Clay found him irresistibly cute, and Adam found Clay stunningly attractive. They spent the next minute just holding hands and looking at each other as they sat in the car, sharing a conversation without saying a word.
"Are you ready?" Clay asked after Adam took a deep breath and exhaled, looking up at the old Victorian-era house with the Christmas tree lit up in the front window.
"No," Adam said, still nervous.
"I promise you that it'll be nothing like Thanksgiving," Clay assured.
"I'm so sorry abou-," Adam started, but Clay cut him off.
"Don't be sorry. It's their loss and you're nothing like them," Clay said, leaning in and kissing Adam on his clean shaven double chin.
With that, they got out of the car and made their way up the stone staircase to the front door. The street was quiet for being so close to a traffic-clogged strip of fast food restaurants and stores. The glowing fast food logos glowed like Christmas lights down at the end of the old residential street lined with shadowed trees. Clay helped him up the stairs and waited a few seconds for Adam to catch his breath before ringing the doorbell. Clay hugged him close and kissed him twice before the sound of footsteps approached and the door swung open.
A blast of delicious scents sprung from the open doorway, immediately making Adam's belly rumble as he smiled to greet the family. One of Clay's brothers answered the door with a happy squeal and then a giant hug.
"Little bro!!" the brother screamed and then gave him a crushing hug. Adam politely smiled and stuck out his hand for a handshake but the brother ignored it completely and instead swooped in for a powerful hug. "And you must be Adam! We've heard all about you, big guy! Come on in! Come on in!"
They stepped inside and Adam looked around at the house. The living room had all the holiday decorations - the tree and the stockings with tinsel, lights, and bows all over of room. The kitchen had elements of a feast sitting on the stove top with large casserole dishes covered with aluminum foil and several large serving bowls wrapped and ready for dinner.
"I'm Jaxon," the brother introduced to Adam.
Jaxon was lean and trim like Clay and was the same height as Clay. He looked and sounded a lot like Clay and had the same warm smile and personality. They were twins, not identical but definitely very similar in appearance. Adam felt himself relaxing a bit at the warm reception he was already receiving - nothing like the icy cold introductions Adam had with his own family.
"Dad! Get your ass out here! Clay's here and he brought his man!" Jaxon yelled down the hall behind the kitchen before happily strutting over to the stove, stirring something that was cooking on one of the burners.
Ten seconds later, as Clay was helping Adam get his fat feet out of his snug boots, Clay's father hurried into the room and yelled out in joy with his arms outstretched. Adam was shocked to find that Clay's father wasn't running over to give his son a hug but was aiming directly at Adam's bulky frame. Clay's father wrapped his strong arms around Adam and gave him a giant hug, pulling him in close and sinking into his soft fat a bit. Adam was in shock - his own parents had always been so cold when it came to affection, so immediately receiving such love from Clay's father was hard for Adam to process.
"It's so very nice to finally get to meet you!" Clay's father said after the lengthy hug. "Clay has told us all about you! Please, come on in and make yourself at home, son!"
Again, Adam was stunned as Clay's father was already calling him "son". He had never met such a warm and welcoming family in his life and he had only been inside their home for less than a minute.
"Thank you so much for having me here," was all that Adam could think to say, still in shock over the situation.
"Here, come - you should meet Carol," Clay's father said, grabbing Adam's chubby hand and pulling him along through the house and down the hallway behind the kitchen. His father looked a lot like an older version of Clay and Jaxon - the same height and the same handsome face. Adam could see what Clay was going to look like in his sixties and was impressed at how handsome he would still look.
Clay's father led Adam to a bedroom and opened the door to reveal the fattest woman he had ever seen in person. She had pale skin and freckles just like Adam, but her flesh was piled up upon itself in heavy rolls of fat that sagged and spread out in all directions. She looked like she used to be a tough woman, with many visible tattoos and darkened hair and makeup, but her out of control obesity had softened her features and weighed her down so her once active body was now pinned helplessly in bed. She smiled and heavily lifted an arm to wave a little, sending ripples across her enormous bulk. She was covered in a bed sheet,, but it was thin and Adam could make out her huge nipples and the every fold and tattoo on her body.
"This is Carol," Clay's dad said with pride. "She's my sweetheart."
Adam walked into the room with a polite smile, but inside his heart was pounding and his mind was racing. She had to be well over a thousand pounds. The implications of what this meant for him raced around his mind - Clay had never mentioned his mother being an immobile blob, but it now made since why he or his family hadn't shown an ounce of awkwardness over his weight. In their eyes, he was just a bit chubby.
"It's very nice to meet you," Adam said, lightly shaking her incredibly plump hand.
"It's... so... nice... to... have you... here," she wheezed, the oxygen tube in her nose hissing every few seconds with air.
"Who's getting hungry?" Jaxon chimed in from the doorway. "Dinner's almost ready!"
Carol and Adam both let out a rumble from their bellies upon the mention of food. Clay's dad grasped Adam on the shoulder and laughed as he reached around him a bit with his other arm and patted him on the belly lightly.
"No need to ask who's hungry here," he laughed, patting Adam on the back as Carol giggled a little. Adam patted his own belly and laughed a little, agreeing with them while blushing nervously.
Clay's father sat down on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on Carol's massive thigh as Clay entered the room and hugged Adam from behind before leaning in next to him with his arm resting on the wide shelf of Adam's ass as the family made light conversation about dinner.
"I used... to cook... but..." Carol slowly whispered between breaths.
"Once she started having mobility issues, the boys really stepped up their game in the kitchen," Clay's dad explained. "Jaxon does most of the cooking now but Clay cooks whenever he visits, and Junior's pretty good in the kitchen now too."
"Junior?" Adam asked, not recognizing the name from any of Clay's conversations about his family.
"Everett," Clay explained. "We all call him Junior because Dad's named Everett too."
"Everett the second," Clay's dad added in, tapping his own chest. "Junior is Everett the third."
"Alright," Adam chuckled lightly. "So, Junior's the oldest?"
"Junior's the oldest by five years, then Jaxon and Clay came within an hour of each other. Don't worry, though - Clay's the good one," Clay's father explained, then laughed.
Carol giggled then coughed a little, her face sinking into all her fat, her bulging chins jiggling. As Clay's father helped her with her oxygen tube and got her a tissue from the nightstand, Clay led Adam out of the bedroom to 'go see what Jaxon was up to in the kitchen'. He stopped Adam in the hall and leaned in close, speaking softly.
"I'm sorry I didn't warn you or tell you about her. It's a lot to take in and Dad whisked you off so quick, I didn't get a chance to tell you," Clay explained.
"It's okay. You know, it actually makes a lot more sense now - how you've always been okay about my weight," Adam whispered back.
"You could weigh twice what she does and I'd love you just the same," Clay said with a soft line of kisses from Adam's ear to his mouth before adding, "I hope you know that."
The two kissed deeply, their tongues wrapping and curling over each other as Clay's hands wrapped around Adam's fat neck and cheeks, pinning him against the wall. His short small-framed body dominated Adam's nearly five hundred pounds with ease until Adam pushed his weight against Clay and sent him stepping backward into the other side of the hallway to pin him against the wall. Adam's soft lard pushed into Clay and swallowed his sides. The weight pressed into Clay and also the wall as Clay began grinding his hips into the underside of Adam's belly. They quietly spent the next minute grinding and thrusting, pushing weight and passionately kissing until Jaxon stepped into the hall and cleared his throat before laughing. Adam backed up and wiped his face as Clay slumped down from being pinned against the wall and quickly covered his crotch with his hands.
"Little bro's getting his dessert early, I see," Jaxon said with a big toothy grin. "Supper's going to be ready in a couple minutes so can you set the table?"
Clay nodded and Adam said "Sure thing" but Jaxon didn't like his response.
"Oh no, you don't set the table. You get to sit on the couch and enjoy some treats. Dad will be out in a second and he's gonna talk your ear off - he's been talking about getting to meet you all week," Jaxon said with an arm wrapped around Adam, leading him to the living room couch and the coffee table filled with plates of homemade Christmas candies, cookies, and chocolates and bowls of caramel popcorn and salted nuts. Adam's belly growled loudly, making both Jaxon and Clay laugh a bit as they looked at him filling half of the couch with his wide ass and sliver of belly fat hanging out from under his shirt.
"Damn - your belly's learning how to speak!" Jaxon laughed loudly and wandered back to the kitchen.
Clay was busy setting the dinner table with cutlery and glasses when his father came out and sat down on the chair next to the couch. He and Adam casually chatted about the candies, Jaxon's cooking, and then about Clay's childhood and a flood of embarrassing stories about Clay's past. The house was full of laughter when the front door swung open and a huge bear of a man walked in.
"Hey hey, everyone!" he said in a deep but soft voice that was drown out by the family all saying "There he is" together in unison.
Adam learned immediately that Junior was a sensible nickname and a sarcastic nickname rolled into one. Junior was certainly not junior is size. He stood so tall that his head nearly hit the top of the door and his bulk filled the rest of the door from side to side. He wasn't all fat, but he did carry a large amount of flab with a big belly, wide hips, big ass and the overall look of a linebacker on a football team that gained two hundred pounds of fat. He looked very strong with wide shoulders, thick neck and powerful chest and arms, but his added bulky blubber made him look more like an oversized teddy bear.
"Where's Tina and the kids?" Clay's dad asked with concern.
"She's got them up at her folk's this week," he said with a defeated expression. Adam suddenly had the urge to give the poor guy a hug after seeing such a huge man look so crushed.
"Oh no, I'm sorry Junior," his dad said, getting up and giving him a hug just like Adam had felt the urge to do. "Maybe next year, yeah?"
Junior got his coat and shoes off and wandered into the house like a lumbering giant, ducking his head under the doorways between rooms. When he saw Adam, he froze for a second as he looked over the pale buttery soft ball of fat that his brother had brought home. A big friendly grin crossed his face and he lowered a huge hand down for a handshake.
"You must be... Adam?" the towering man asked, unsure.
"Adam. Nice to meet you," he replied, giving a firm handshake to the massive hand that wrapped around his own soft hand.
Clay stepped in to give his big brother a hug and a playful tackle that didn't move Junior an inch. The man was as sturdy as a tree. The tackle escalated and Adam watched in amusement as Clay was literally crawling up his older brother until Junior literally picked him up and lifted him up against the ceiling before playfully dropping him down to the floor, only to catch him before Clay's feet hit the ground in a stunning display of strength that made Clay seem like a doll.
"Junior used to play football back in college," his father explained, "They used to call him the Mountain."
This was apt as it looked like Clay was trying to climb Junior, towering nearly three feet taller than the rest of his family . The size difference was alarming. He didn't look like either Jaxon or Clay, but he had the same warm personality. Junior seemed like he had been through a lot more emotionally than his brothers, and Adam assumed this had to do with having issues with his wife and kids. Being away from his kids during the holidays couldn't be easy for someone who was raised in such a loving family.
The discussions around the room would reveal that Junior had two young sons and an ex-wife who was increasingly trying to remove them from the extended family. Adam began to wonder if the massively obese immobile woman in the back bedroom was the reason why Junior's ex-wife was trying to keep his kids away. Just as his mind began to ponder this, Jaxon literally rang a dinner bell and called out that dinner is ready.
The family got up to the table that was now set for four after Jaxon had quietly removed the place settings for Junior's kids while the family chatted in the living room. As Clay, Adam, and Junior sat down, Adam looked at the one remaining space at the table and then looked up at Jaxon and their father with a furrowed brow.
"Dad eats in the bedroom with Carol since she can't make it out here," Clay whispered to Adam.
As heaping bowls and platters of delicious smelling food were placed on the table, Clay's father made a small plate up for himself in the kitchen and then gathered several casserole dishes together on a tray and wandered off to the bedroom after thanking his sons and welcoming Adam to the family with wet eyes.
"I'm so happy to have all my boys home together again. Adam, I hope you don't mind if I call you a member of this family now. I want you to make yourself at home, okay son?" Clay's father said with a glowing smile. Adam thanked him but no words came out. He teared up with a giant wobbly smile, never feeling more at home and loved in his entire life.
Clay leaned in and hugged Adam and rubbed his back as his father happily carried a load of food to the bedroom to feed to his gargantuan wife. Jaxon joined them at the table and the three brothers linked hands together, linking Adam into the circle with Clay holding Adam's hand on one side, and Jaxon holding his other hand as the three brothers said grace while Adam politely lowered his head in silence.
During dinner, the family talked about what was going on in their lives, but both Adam and Junior mostly just ate. Both Jaxon and Clay kept casually refilling Adam and Junior's plates without breaking a beat in the conversations. Adam thought they were being extra friendly for their guest, but when he had gotten up to use the washroom, he peaked into the bedroom and witnessed Clay's dad literally hand feeding Carol with giant lusty bites and an aggressive pace with his forkfuls of gravy-covered stuffing and potatoes immediately refilled and brought back to her lips while she still was chewing with a large mouthful still bloating her cheeks out. He interchanged this with sips from a large container and sometimes a butter-slathered bun. He kept himself waiting and ready with more food to stuff into her, caressing her exposed flesh and softly speaking to her. Adam couldn't hear him but he was sure that she was turned on by all the moaning and squirming she was trying to do against her weight.
Adam left the hallway and waddled back to the table to find his plate completely refilled with enough food to feed three people. Junior was attacking a literal pile of mashed potatoes with a hollowed out center that was filled with gravy and a chunk of solid butter that was melting and pooling on top of the gravy pond. Clay was talking about a date night where he had convinced Adam to eat two large pizzas for a bet, and then spent the night feeding him a whole ice cream cake for his reward. Jaxon clapped his hands together and laughed as Adam sat back down with wide eyes at the pile of food in front of him.
"You like to eat, huh?" Jaxon asked, pointing his fork down at the plate piled with food.
"You guys, I don't think I can finish all that - I'm already stuffed," Adam said with a chuckle, rubbing his bloated belly.
"Show us that belly," Jaxon said, like it was a completely normal request during a family dinner, but Adam had no time to think about how completely opposite Clay's family was than his.
By the time that Adam began to lift up his shirt, Junior had leaned to the side with an interested look, and Clay just smiled warmly and shrugged a little. As he lifted his shirt up over his stretch mark-covered belly, Jaxon whistled briefly and had a big grin on his face with his eyes locked on Adam's belly like a target. Junior gave a modest little rise of his highbrows before quietly going back to stuffing his face. Adam looked at Clay and found him smiling proudly, gazing into his eyes with a glow that made Adam feel truly at home.
"You better eat that or you don't get any dessert," Jaxon said to both Adam and Junior and, for some reason, Adam obeyed with his appetite roaring like he hadn't already stuffed himself with four heaping plates of food. Adam didn't even lower his shirt, he just began eating with a newly awoken hunger.
"Jaxon bakes a ton of pies for Christmas," Clay said, stroking Adam's belly. "His pecan pie is the best thing you'll ever eat."
Junior playfully elbowed Adam's fat arm with his own beefy muscular arm and gave an enthusiastic nod at Adam upon mention of the pecan pie, but his mouth was so bloated with buttery potatoes and gravy that he couldn't add to the discussion. He looked like a giant child with food smeared on his face and complete lack of table manners as he spooned potatoes into his mouth like he was starving. Adam couldn't imagine what a lifetime in this family would do to him - he'd be eating like Junior in no time if he was constantly around such a pro-gluttony family.
As Adam got a look of Junior's lack of control with food, he was partially in shock at how Clay's family was his dream situation for gaining. No one was against gluttony. No one was saying "don't eat that" or "you've had enough" and they clearly never would. He felt like he was dreaming. That's also when Adam realized that he was no different than Junior or Carol because his plate was now empty and Clay was in the process of wiping the gravy and butter off his face with Adam's bunched-up shirt as though it was a bib. He then slipped Adam's dirty shirt off of his gelatinous body and took it away to the laundry room.
With his bare chest hanging out, big plump nipples spread out and exposed at the dinner table, Adam looked around nervously only to see Jaxon and Junior stripping their shirts off like it was more common than wearing a shirt, but Junior needed a little help from Jaxon when his shirt snagged on his back roll. Junior slapped his full belly and let out a deep belch that had Jaxon clapping in the kitchen. The pies began to arrive seconds later, with Jaxon and Clay working in unison like a well-oiled machine. Clay removed the dirty plates from dinner and Jaxon replaced the empty spots on the table with pies.
There were a lot of pies. A lemon pie, a butterscotch creme pie, an apple pie, a cherry pie, a peach pie, a chocolate pie, and the beloved pecan pie - but Jaxon assured them that there were doubles of all the pies, and six of the pecan pies in total. A big bowl of whipped cream was brought in, as well as a container of vanilla ice cream.
Clay's dad hustled out quickly, now shirtless like the rest of the family, and was seen carrying at least four pies from the kitchen to the bedroom and his own tubs of whipped cream and ice cream. Before hurrying back to the bedroom, he popped his head into the dining room to check on his sons and their guest.
"You boys look like you're having a good dinner," he said, a little out of breath. "You look like you fit right in with the family. They feeding you well?"
Adam, with his mouth full of his first big bite of pecan pie, could only nod his head in reply. Clay had settled in next to Adam and raised a giant spoonful of the pecan pie up to Adam's lips as he chewed. Clay's father's eyes lit up happily as Adam gobbled the pie down immediately at the sight of it, despite already having a full mouth.
"I won't keep you!" Clay's father said with a big smile, doing the slightest little wiggle of a dance as he happily hurried back down the hall to the bedroom with an armload of pie toppings.
Adam blushed as he opened his mouth and let Clay spoon-feed him the rest of the entire pie. Junior ate his own pie, but he cut his pie in quarters and was carefully and rapidly eating the large pieces with his hands. During the whole feeding, Adam could see Jaxon taking long looks at him as his bare flesh filled with more and more food. He even caught him licking his lips while he watched.
After nearly three whole pies, Adam was so stuffed he could barely breathe, but he just kept opening his mouth and letting the pie-filled spoon push in as Clay seemed to never stop. Finally Adam's mouth was completely packed with pie and no more was going down his throat. He was full to the brim and moaning, barely able to stay awake as his body focused on digesting the massive load of food that had been crammed into him.
The two thin brothers helped Adam up and over to the wide recliner chair in the living room. They lowered him into the worn brown leather and then pulled the chair's handle up to raise the foot rest and elevate his feet while he napped. Junior wandered upstairs and Adam could hear him heavily collapse into a bed somewhere above the living room, sending the ceiling light swaying from the impact. Adam drifted to sleep in the recliner a few seconds later, so incredibly full that he thought he might burst.
When Adam woke up from his nap, it was late in the night and everyone seemed to be asleep. The television was on and the Christmas tree was lit, but no other lights were on. Clay was sound asleep, stripped down to his boxers and was half covered by a blanket on the couch. There was the sound of snoring coming from the back bedroom but the washroom light was on down the hall and Adam could hear the shower running. A few minutes later, as Adam was rubbing his full belly, the washroom door opened and then the bathroom light turned off. Jaxon walked out from the darkness into the living room, quietly stepping into the room so he wouldn't wake Clay up.
Jaxon was only wearing a towel around his waist and the outline of his cock was clearly visible pressing against the fabric. He sat down on a footstool by the coffee table and started rolling a joint as he began chatting quietly with Adam as they smoked one joint after another. Jaxon brought in a leftover pie and set it on Adam's belly with a fork after the second joint and by the fourth joint, it was gone so Jaxon got up and returned with another pie and an obvious erection pressing into the towel that was still wrapped around his waist.
As Adam began to dig into the apple pie piled high with both ice cream and whipped cream, Jaxon sat across the room from Adam, backlit by the light from the TV and the tree as he casually unwrapped the towel, sending his cock springing up and slapping against his faint abs. Adam just ate, staring in a trance as Jaxon exposed what had to be a ten inch cock and had leaned back and begun jerking off with both hands working together to stroke the entire length. Clay's cock was a little over half the size of Jaxon's, so seeing his twin loaded with a dangerously huge cock was a surprise. Adam just watched as Jaxon stared back at him, watching the pie vanish into the giant gluttonous butterball his brother had brought home.
Adam emptied the pie dish in under fifteen minutes, moaning loudly as each mouthful became painfully tight inside of his stomach. He crammed the final piece in with his fingers and then began licking the pie plate, which seemed to push Jaxon over the top as he tensed up and erupted several streams of cum that soared across the room and splattered on Adam's bare belly.
"You guys having fun?" Clay suddenly said, rolling over in the couch to face them both.
Adam froze, suddenly realizing what he was doing as Jaxon seemed completely unconcerned. Even Clay looked calm and not at all upset over the fact that his twin had just shot a thick load of cum over his boyfriend's belly.
"He just keeps eating!" Jaxon said with a big grin.
"I told you, he's perfect," Clay said with a chuckle, sitting upright and yawning.
Adam was in shock, sitting there with pie smeared all over his face and chest and a big gooey spatter of cum slowly oozing down his lower belly, tickling his soft skin as it slowly slid down the curve of fat.
"Fuckin' Jaxon Pollock is what you should be called," Clay said to Jaxon, pointing at the display of semen on Adam's belly.
Jaxon playfully apologized and wiped the underside of Adam's belly clean of his nut. Clay then took another napkin and cleaned off the pie from Adam's face and chest and then kissed him with a look of love and relief.
"We like to share," Clay started.
"We always have," Jaxon completed Clay's thought.
"Are you okay with that?" Clay added, grasping Adam's chubby hand.
Adam nodded and tried to hold back a belch that had been bubbling up inside of his body but it rumbled out deep and long. Clay patted Adam's belly and kissed him on the nipple before kissing him hard on the mouth, tasting Adam's pie-flavoured tongue and sinking into his blubber while Jaxon brought in yet another pie for Clay to spoon feed into him.
The next morning, the family shared a few gifts but the main focus of the day was another huge feast around the dinner table. Adam was so full that he could barely think, he just shoveled more and more food into his mouth as the family kept piling more food in front of him. It was nearly an hour into the meal when Clay's father started up a big conversation that took Adam by surprise.
"So when are you boys going to get married?" Clay's father asked out of nowhere.
There was a bit of silence as Adam froze and thought about the question. He hadn't thought about marriage - he had basically just started dating Clay a few months ago, but the idea didn't sound terrible. He loved Clay and Clay loved him back. The family seemed very loving and very fat-friendly. They were all feeders - it was practically a dream come true for a gluttonous gainer.
"Dad, please. You're gonna scare him off," Clay said to his father with serious eyes and clenched teeth.
"No, it's okay," Adam blurted. "I'd never thought about it before, but I'm open to the idea."
"Really?" Clay asked, his eyes suddenly wide and clear.
"Yeah, I mean, we get along great," Adam said as the rest of the family listened with equally starry eyes. "I've never felt more welcome and accepted here, so I'd be honored to join the family at some point in the future."
Clay's father got up and grabbed both of Adam's shoulders from behind and then leaned down and gave the top of Adam's head a loving kiss. His face was pure joy.
"You boys need to get married as soon as you can, you should be officially spending your lives together," he cooed. "You've made me so proud, both of you."
Adam blushed and felt like his heart had just found a whole other piece of itself that he didn't know existed. Clay hugged him hard, Jaxon nodded in excitement and Junior held out his fist so Adam could share a fist bump and an approving nod.
"Hey Junior, are you still certified to marry people?" Jaxon asked a minute later.
The next few minutes was a rapid escalation of events. Junior said he had performed their father's wedding to Carol since she was nearly immobile and couldn't get out of the house so he had taken a course and was certified to wed them. He had performed several other ceremonies for friends over the years since then and was still able to officially marry people. Clay's father suggested that they get married over the holidays, right there in the house. Clay begged his dad to cool down and let them make their own decisions, but Adam couldn't help himself and said something that even he wasn't expecting to say.
"Sure. Let's do it," Adam said, causing the family to pause as though time had stood still.
"Yeah?" Clay asked, a wide smile creeping up on his face. "You really want to do this?"
"I didn't know I wanted to, but yeah, I can't think of a single reason not to," Adam said, giddy with laughter as Clay swooped in and hugged him hard.
"Are you going to make it official or what?" Jaxon said to Clay with an amused expression.
Clay immediately straightened up and then got down on one knee in front of Adam's big belly, the fat spilling out from the bottom of the fabric. Clay's father took the old gold band engagement ring off of his finger and tucked it into Clay's palm just before he opened his mouth to propose.
"Adam Hardy, will you marry me here this week and make me the happiest guy in the world?" Clay asked, his voice shaking as he held back tears.
"Yes! Yes, of course! I love you so much," Adam said as the two sunk in to each other, crying in bliss as they felt their worlds suddenly click together perfectly. Adam never felt more sure of his choices than he felt now.
Junior married them that night, with vows that didn't compromise on the hefty details. Clay vowed to make sure Adam would never go hungry again. He vowed to grow Adam in every way and promised to care for him and love him when he inevitably becomes immobile and needing daily care. He even vowed to clean his ass 'when he becomes enormous', but also comically vowed to destroy his ass as the ceremony became a deeper reflection of the family's open view on their fetish and openness. Jaxon even stepped in to also vow to help Clay take care of Adam.
Adam could barely believe the vows, and how Clay's father and Carol proudly watched as their sons performed a wedding ceremony that promised to make Adam as fat as Carol, and Adam vowed to be there for Clay for the rest of his life and vowed to never stop growing. When it came to the "I do's", Junior asked them both personalized questions that lead to Adam saying "I do" to vows that promised to gain with the passion they both want, helping each other fulfill their biggest goals and to love, honor, and obey. Clay said "I do" to promising to keep Adam and care for him as he gives himself over to their wildest dreams.
"I now pronounce you married. You may now kiss your husband," Junior said, clapping.
Clay pushed a cupcake into Adam's fat cheeks and then pulled in for a frosting-covered kiss. They kissed long and slow as Clay leaned into Adam and pushed his erection into his thigh. They shared a look of deep love and kissed each other again as Clay's hands explored Adam's body. Neither were dressed up formally and there were no wedding decorations, but it was the most passionate wedding that Adam could have ever imagined. Clay's dad and Carol were weeping with pride. Jaxon was elated, feeling like he himself had just got married. Junior was happy to see his brothers finding true love with someone who wanted to be fat as much as they wanted to grow him and felt like maybe he would find the right woman someday too.
That night, Clay funnel fed Adam for hours, keeping him so full that he could barely stand it. Jaxon helped, pouring more fattening slop into the funnel as the two twins took turns exploring Adam's body, eventually leading to honeymoon sex that had Adam gulping caramel sauce off of his husband's cock while Jaxon plowed deep into his ass. The twins spent the night taking turns feeding and fucking, and then the next day, and the next. They decided that it would be best if both Clay and Adam moved into the family home with his parents and Jaxon all living together under the same roof, and Adam couldn't think of a reason to say no. He just kept gobbling down fattening meals and living in a never-ending fantasy, and so he stayed there, living in the bedroom next to his immobile mom and his feeder dad.
Weeks passed. A month passed. Two months passed. Adam felt his body swelling over this time, every day feeling fatter and heavier and weaker as he old life drifted away in a haze of food and weed. He couldn't stop the constant flow of food as the twins never seemed to stop their feedings. If one left the house for the day, the other would stay and feed Adam. If they both had to leave the house, Clay's dad or Junior would step in to help, bringing food and helping move around as Adam's mobility slipped away further and further.
Every Friday, Jaxon baked a big multi-layered cake for Adam. He also baked one for Carol, but each cake was different as Jaxon loved to reward weight gain with decorative cakes that sometimes were marked with their updated weight in frosting, or sometimes they were sculpted in the shape of his body or shaped like some other fat-related object. It made every week like a celebration of being fat. Clay would usually hand feed him each slice while Jaxon would sit across the room with his hand down his pants or stroking his cock through his underwear as he watched.
Adam wasn't used to how casual the twins were together. Clay and Jaxon operated like one person, and both were very comfortable with everything sexual. They never seemed awkward around each other when sex or nudity was involved. Adam guessed that they had done things together as they grew up - they shared all their secrets and passions, so it wasn't hard to imagine the two experimenting with each other.
The next six months passed by in a weed-induced blur of eating, sex, and lazing around the house but mostly Adam found himself staying in the bedroom everyday and having Clay or Jaxon bringing in food and helping him care for his growing body. His weight was ballooning and the twins were making it impossible for Adam to do anything but grow fatter. Clay's dad would drop into the room every day with a bag of fast food and spend the next hour chatting with him and telling stories about Clay and the family while Adam just stuffed his face with burgers and fries until he was ready for a nap. Clay's dad would wipe the ketchup and grease off of Adam's plump face as he dozed off and then he'd wake up to find Jaxon hotboxing the room with thick weed smoke while he played video games naked on the end of the end. That would just lead to Clay coming in with snacks and then Jaxon would cook up a big dinner and they'd spend the evening feeding Adam's fat face while lounging in a big pile in bed.
Adam was quickly approaching seven hundred pounds when Junior finally managed to convince his ex-wife to bring his kids over for a visit so they could see their grandparents, but it came with conditions. Junior's ex would be present the entire time and hurtfully made it clear that Junior's boys would not be allowed to see Carol or "the twins' fat whore" during the twenty minute visit. She didn't want the boys to see "those disgusting people" and she insisted that there be no food offered or put out to eat while they visited. Junior was in tears as he explained this all to the family, feeling so rejected and hurt by his wife's harsh words. Jaxon had explained it all while angrily playing video games and sucking on a fat blunt.
"She knows we like 'em big and she's trying to keep her boys from being exposed to it like it's some kind of disease," he muttered as he played.
"Did she really call me a fat whore?" Adam asked before taking a big bite of a cupcake, the twelfth one he had eaten so far.
"Worse," Jaxon said, shaking his head and looking over his raised brow. "She finds us all repulsive and it's tearing Junior apart. You know, she was chunky when they first met and Junior was always built like a fridge, but she was totally fine with fat and curves. She was pregnant with Junior's second baby when she finally met Carol and she freaked. She lost a ton of weight, divorced Junior and kept the kids as far from us as possible."
Adam just shook his head and patted as far as he could reach on the top of his belly as he looked at Jaxon's frustration. Jaxon saw the light taps of Adam's hand on his giant flabby belly and immediately sank his thin frame in between Adam's fat legs and rested his head on the large sloppy mass of underbelly fat that covered the blubbery lap. He hugged onto Adam's thigh and love handle and sighed, feeling safe and cradled in the warm soft embrace.
"Your thighs are getting so big," Jaxon said after several minutes of gentle caressing. "It must be getting hard to walk when you get up to go to the washroom. We'll have to start doing a bedpan and handheld urinal soon."
Adam was surprised at the complete change of topic - at first he seemed ashamed and worried about what they were doing with all the gaining happening in the house, but then he was actively preparing for Adam's next step towards immobility in practically the same breath. He had seen Carol also gaining fast for the last six months, seeing both Jaxon and his father using funnels on her, dumping large plastic containers of high calorie slop into her. Clay was also casually preparing for the future, but he never let Adam know what kinds of conflicts were happening in the family - protecting him from the stress of the situation.
When Junior's ex visited with the kids, Adam could hear muffled chatter in the living room but it was filled with silent pauses and several escalations of tone that nearly turned into fighting. Adam just sat in the bedroom, naked under a bed sheet because he no longer had any clothes large enough to fit over his massively bloated thighs, ass, and lower belly. Clay entered after about ten minutes and asked Adam how he was doing.
"I'm good. Don't worry about me. How's Junior?" Adam asked, tugging up the sheet to cover his chest in case anyone looked in from the open door to the hallway.
"He'll be alright," Clay said with a grimace, noticing that Adam was uncomfortable with his body being seen. "Lower that sheet down. You don't have to be ashamed. You're beautiful."
Clay walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Adam several times before kissing down the crease of his double chin. Adam moaned and held on to Clay, pulling him in tight.
"I love you so much," Adam said at the same time as Clay, causing them both to chuckle a little as Clay kept kissing on Adam's bulging double chin and nipping on his chubby earlobe while his hands explored and massaged at Adam's giant chest and pink nipples.
The light sound of footsteps running off from the hallway made Adam snap his attention to the open door but all he saw was a shadow running off. Clay shrugged and rolled his eyes a little, letting out a small, "Well... shit."
Junior's family left a few minutes later and Adam could hear a sampling of unsatisfied conversations and rumblings of legal matters. Jaxon came into the room and just collapsed into Adam's side, straddling his massive thigh as he rested his head on the roll of underarm fat that joined to meet his wobbly manboobs. Jaxon fell asleep in that position with Clay in the same position on Adam's other side. They filled the bed in a big warm and safe blob and napped until Clay's dad knocked on the door with a big smile and a stack of pizzas in his arms. The troubles of the failed family visit were gone and out of mind as the men woke up and proceeded on with their plans to keep fattening their spouses without a hint of conflict. It was simply how the family lived. Clay's dad told them he loved them and wandered off to his bedroom to feed his gigantically obese wife.
The twins proceeded to hand feed Adam for the next hour, passing a series of blunts until they were all baked and sprawled out on the bed. Adam had never felt safer and more at home in his life and so he never even tried to leave once he arrived. He walked in for a Christmas dinner but found an entirely new life waiting for him. As the twins began fucking him from both ends after packing his belly with pizza, Adam realized that he had never felt more fulfilled in life. He gulped down the load that Clay pumped down his throat and felt Jaxon pump a hot load deep in his ass and felt them both relax and melt into him in unison, falling asleep on each side of him again as his growing lard kept pushing them out further and further as the seasons passed.
As another year went by, another four hundred pounds of pure fat piled onto Adam's already seven hundred pounds body. His folds were becoming shockingly deep. Adam's cock had been swallowed in fat and his fat pad kept swelling larger, just like his thighs and ass, becoming increasingly pear shaped as his new lard seemed to have run out of room in other places of his body and now seemed to grow exclusively on his hips, thighs and ass, and his crotch and lower belly. His legs spread wider to hold more blubber and his ass rounded out so large that it created a fold at the small of his back that pointed straight up as his ass cheeks grew up and out like a wide shelf behind him. Standing was impossible. He couldn't even roll over on his own. Clay would pull on his arms and Jaxon would push on his thigh and they'd rock Adam over onto his side in order to clean his ass and get access to his gluttonous asshole that was always hungry for Clay's erection and Jaxon's long eggplant of a cock.
Jaxon and Clay loved to fuck him, and Clay had a fondness for strap-on dildos now that Adam's ass had become so deep. He loved seeing Adam moan and squirm while he rammed him hard with a foot-long rubber shaft. Jaxon would sometimes hand feed Adam while Clay rammed into his blubber, the two taking turns sweet-talking him into growing fatter as they worked in unison to swell him with even more soft lard. Adam just gorged himself, loving every second of his downfall. He gobbled up food like a hog and his body was morphing into a grotesque display of gluttony and sloth from the endless fattening. He had large portions of his thighs and ass that looked like cottage cheese as heavy pads of cellulite filled his skin and pushed out in all directions. He stayed propped in place with pillows and cushions, his heavy fat pinning his legs down permanently as his belly poured out over his lap, with multiple rolls of flesh fighting for room to expand. He was losing control of himself in every way but it felt so right. He brought his new family such happiness and comfort and that it made him feel loved more than he ever had thought possible. He would gladly double his weight just to see how happy it would make them.
Adam would eventually become too fat to lift or move his arms or even bend his fingers and the twins continued to push him fatter and spend their nights tucked into his lard rolls, never seeming satisfied with the amount of fat they cuddled into. Adam was pinned in place, becoming like a giant waterbed or an overstuffed teddy bear for them both, and even though he couldn't do anything but swallow and grow, he never felt more needed and useful in his entire life. Adam had let the family turn him into what they wanted the most and never stopped trying to satisfy them, and he knew the only thing that would please them more would be to grow fatter than even Carol was now. He would be the biggest fantasy they could imagine and he hoped that it would make them crave even more from him, year after year.
Comments
Jumbobelly
Best story! I never get tired of rereading this one!!!
I *think* I just got the title! Great story!
GrinningDemon
Damn, love this story.
Grrth
This is so erotic
