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Souvenir Hoodie
🕑 Added 2020-06-28 14:26:37 +0000 UTC
“Come on, try it on, please?” Mace held the hoodie out to Josh. Josh looked at it, his expression dubious.
“Why can’t I get this one?” He asked, holding up a light green one with a picture of a surfing bulldog on it. “It’s cute, it’s in my size…” Josh said, swaying the hoodie back and forth at Mace, who frowned.
“And full price.” Mace said holding up the sage green hoodie again. It wasn’t a bad looking piece of clothing, it had the beach town’s logo and motto on it. Along with stencils of the native palm trees, it was just…
“Mace, it’s like…8 sizes too big.” Josh said, holding up the hem of the hoodie, which spread out between him and his boyfriend like a sheet. “This would be like a tent…a pavilion tent on me.”
“So…you’ll grow into it,” Mace said shrugging, with a mischievous grin on his face. “Plus it’ll look cute, and…” He took a step closer, the huge garment folding between them. “We could both fit in it, it would be good for cuddling.” He sang quietly in Josh’s ear, making the taller man blush a little. It was his weakness. Mace’s newly overhanging belly pressed on Josh’s midsection and then he took a step back.
“Hey, don’t joke about that though…the growing into it.” Josh said, still a little pink in the face, “You know I have to stay fit.” He crossed his long arms over his fairly narrow chest.
“I still think it’s crazy that you joined the swim team while you’re getting your master’s degree.” Mace said, giving Josh another ‘are you crazy’ look. “You’re gonna over-extend yourself. And stop arguing, I’m buying you this for your birthday.” He started up toward the register and didn’t look back.
Josh sighed and followed, Mace was already paying when he reached the counter. His pudgy little red-headed boyfriend tossed the hoodie over Josh’s head. “Happy birthday, now let’s go.”
Mace took Josh’s hand and the pair exited the store. The ride back from the beach wasn’t terribly eventful, aside from the usual stops to pick up several drive through meals for Mace. As the pudgy bf munched, the tall slim bf drove. And even though it annoyed Mace, (“You need to keep both hands on the wheel!”) Josh couldn’t help resting his right hand on Mace’s belly as he worked on his third double.
They’d been together for a few months now, hooked up through a…let’s say off-beat dating site. Mace was interested in “personal growth” and had been looking for support. Josh was happy to give it. “Hands on the wheel dear.” Mace said, lifting Josh’s hand off of his swollen paunch and replacing it at the 2 o’clock position.
“Oh, fine, but we’re crawling in that tent you bought me when we get back to the apartment.” Josh said, poking his boyfriend’s doughy middle quickly before putting both hands back on the wheel.
***
Once they’d gotten back to their place, Josh insisted on bringing all the bags in himself (“What, I ate too much fast food on the way back, I need to burn the cals, you’re rubbing off on me tubbo,”), so Mace had gone in first, ordered some pizza, and gotten out a bucket of ice cream he’d bought before their trip expressly to eat when they’d returned.
The gainer had tried to down a whole bucket a few days before they’d headed out, and had taken a few hours doing it and required several breaks. But Mace had spent the whole trip either floating languidly in the pool (if the surf wasn’t rough, in the ocean) or stuffing his face while he watched Josh swimming furiously to stay in top form. Or, a third option, stuffing his face while marveling at the fact that Josh had also brought his thesis work with him…and had started working in a section about halophytic wildflowers into it.
Josh came through the door, and it looked like he’d stacked all their luggage up and carried it in all at once. He was panting and lumbered awkwardly to the table and put everything down.
“Dude, now you’re all sweaty, I don’t want to snuggle you like that.” Mace said thickly through a mouthful of ice cream, scrunched up his face, and stood up. “I’ll put that away, don’t argue!” He waggled a pudgy finger at his boyfriend and walked over to give him a gentle shove, “Take a shower, put on the hoodie, come out and we’ll tangle up and watch a movie. You need to learn to relax.”
Josh grumbled but did as he was bade while Mace (reluctantly) put his ice cream away, and then unpacked their bags.
***
Finally, Josh came back out of their bedroom after his shower. He was wearing the sage green hoodie and he’d been right about it. It hung nearly to his knees. “God, imagine you big enough to split these seams.” He said walking to the couch, where Mace was once again eating ice cream and making significantly better time than he’d done on the bucket before their beach trip.
“What, me?” Mace looked up, expression mock-scandalized, “I would never rip up your clothing. That hoodie is yours!”
“Oh yeah?” Josh said, taking the ice cream and putting it on the table before sitting down beside Mace and pulling the huge garment over his boyfriend’s head. “What about my other hoodie then? We tore it doing exactly this once your belly started hanging over your waistband.”
Mace’s cheeks turned pink and Josh gave him a quick kiss on his dimple. “Sh-shut uuuup!”
“Make me,” Josh replied and picked up the bucket of ice cream, putting a spoonful of it in Mace’s mouth. They didn’t pay that much attention to the movie. By the time it was over the pizza had arrived and both of them were very full.
Josh slumped back, the credits were rolling and if asked he wouldn’t have been able to tell you what movie it was. “Rubbing off on me…tubbo,” He groaned and burped.
“Hey, I didn’t make you eat two pizzas. I had to up my game so I’d keep ahead of you.” Mace slipped out of the hoodie and took the empty pizza boxes to the kitchen. His back rolls and butt bouncing a little, Josh couldn’t help staring.
As he slipped out of the hoodie himself he looked down at his own middle. Mace wasn’t the only one who’d experienced vacation spread. He’d picked up a little weight while he was at the beach too. And it’d be a lie if he tried to blame it all on Mace’s increasingly gluttonous eating habits. It’d be a lie, too, if he said he didn’t (at least partly) enjoy it.
***
“Cramming for midterms?” Mace said, leaning over Josh’s shoulder, looking at the cramped tiny writing in his notebook and the class slides on his boyfriend’s laptop. Josh had tensed up when Mace’s now quite droopy belly and smooshed gently upon his back. If the taller man focused, he could actually feel the difference between Mace’s fresh stretch marks and older ones. Or would be able to if he wasn’t curled up in the massive hoodie. This thing was really growing on him, he was glad he’d knuckled under and let Mace buy it for him.
His chubby boyfriend kissed his stubbly cheek, Josh could even feel the difference there. “I’m glad you dropped the swim team. I was getting worried about you.” He said, Josh sat back with a soft sigh.
“Yeah, it was too much.” Inside the hoodie, Josh pulled his right arm from the sleeve and put it on his midsection. He had enough paunch to make a handful now. Mace didn’t miss the motion.
“And don’t tell me you’re still worried about putting on weight.” Mace said walking around the counter and then hefting his belly up on it, something he did at every chance now that it hung over just enough to do so. “It’s cute, and you deserve a treat.” He put his fists on his hips, “In fact. You’re taking a break from studying, and we’re gonna have something sweet.”
“We?” Josh said, closing his laptop and leaning over the counter to poke Mace’s tummy. “Cute or not, I should still be trying to put more here than on me.”
Mace gave Josh a sly grin and then started getting out boxes of brownie mix. And though he tried to make good on his word, Josh didn’t quite manage to keep that promise.
***
Josh was making plans for winter break, figuring out what to pack, when he uncovered the t-shirt he’d been wearing on the last day of his beach trip with Mace. Left hand idly rubbing the side of his now decidedly plump belly, while his right hand reached for the garment. Out of curiosity he pulled the t-shirt over his head. It didn’t even cover his navel now.
“Jeez…” He murmured, then grimaced at how much he actually liked the feeling of the tight shirt. “Mace!” He called out, his voice (mostly) playfully plaintive. “You’re making me faaaaat!”
“Oh, honey, you’re making you fat.” His chonky boyfriend said, waddling out of the kitchen to lean on the bedroom doorway. A grin split his plump face, forming very cute dimples in his round cheeks. “I have some clothes that might fit you, though you’re so much taller than me they’d probably be more of a crop top on you still.” Mace laughed, moving forward with an exaggerated waddle to press his now wide round belly on Josh’s. “I’m gonna have to up my game even more if I wanna stay the ‘fat boyfriend’.” He squeezed and wobbled Josh’s belly, his expression making it clear that no matter which of them officially took the title of “Fat Boyfriend” he approved.
***
Josh became less and less resistant to his weight gain as the winter holidays progressed, each of the festive meals that they attended with their families becoming a sort of secret eating contest. Each of them determined to outdo the other.
Of course, Josh still had the tendency to dwell on the “ruination” of his figure. An idea that Mace would immediately do his best to disabuse him of through affection and compliments. Mace himself had managed to stay fatter than Josh, now looking quite corpulent and well into the 50’s for his waist size. This at least seemed to keep Josh from worrying too much, though their snuggle-hoodie was beginning to emphasize its snugness when they both tried to squeeze into it.
Josh, for his part, now had an overhang of his own, and his narrow swimmer’s figure was long gone. His rear had grown wide and domed out, thanks in large part to his still fairly regular weight lifting routine. His thighs had become plump, his sides had formed some soft rolls which Mace loved to grab and squeeze. Josh was really starting to get into the idea of gaining weight on purpose.
***
Spring break rolled around, and thanks to Josh’s studious nature and Mace having plenty of PTO for his job, the pair decided to hit the beach again. Mace was in his element, showing off his doughy, marshmallowy plump torso at the shore. Josh needed a little more coaxing to leave the shirt behind. It was officially getting difficult to tell which was the portlier of the two. Josh was certainly the heavier, with his height, but Mace had become nearly spherical.
Josh attempted some of the nearly triathlon level swimming exercises he’d engaged in to “stay trim” the last time he was at the beach. But he gave up on them pretty quickly and settled for leisure swimming and floating with his blubbery beau.
After a few hours in the water, in which the pair did still manage to get a decent amount of exercise in, they retired to their room and got cleaned up. As Josh was wriggling into his underwear and pj pants Mace grabbed the phone and ordered a huge amount of pizzas, easily twice the number they’d gotten the night they’d brought home the snuggle-hoodie.
“Alright, let’s gorge and snuggle up in the hoodie.” Mace said excitedly, his round face a little flushed.
Josh’s belly rumbled audibly as he thought about the pizzas and he laughed a little sheepishly. “You sure we’ll both fit in it now?” He asked, slapping the side of his gut and sending ripples through it.
“Well,” Mace said, shimmying a little as he walked over to his boyfriend, “we’ll never know unless we try!”
Josh’s face was practically glowing from how much he was blushing, and he went to their bedroom to get the hoodie. Holding it up, it didn’t look nearly as big as it used to. He put it up against his body, it would still be loose on him, but with Mace in it too…that would be a tight fit.
He pulled it over his head and walked back out to the TV area, Mace wolf-whistled and applauded. “Phew, you’re almost filling that out yourself!” He stuck out his arms and made grabby-hands at Josh. “Get over here.”
He didn’t need more encouragement than that, Josh waddled over to the couch and sat down heavily. The wooden frame cracked softly and creaked. “Ohhh, shi-hi-hiiiit, careful we don’t want to have to pay a repair fee.” Mace laughed and slapped Josh’s belly before pulling the hoodie up, wrapping his arms around Josh’s fat middle, and wriggling into the hoodie.
The seams creaked, and Josh heard a few of them give way. “Ooph…we’ve gotten fat.” He moaned, grabbing at Mace’s thick lovehandles. “We’re about to pop this hoodie.” Mace giggled and mashed his belly against Josh’s, pushing himself further into the hoodie. A few stitches at the bottom of it popped and it tore slightly.
“Mmmph, well now…you know what we’ve got to do, don’t you?” Mace breathed into Josh’s ear. There was a knock at the door, their pizza was here.
“Uhm…eat pizza.” Josh said, feigning obliviousness to Mace’s intentions. His boyfriend’s expression became more mischievous.
“No, silly, now we have to make you too big for the hoodie.” Mace planted a smooch on Josh’s cheek and slipped out of the hoodie to get the door.
“Not if I make you, too fat for it first!” Josh said, slapping Mace on his round bubble butt.
***
The rest of their beach trip went much the same as that first night. Swimming, eating massive quantities of delicious fattening treats, and teasing one another about how fat they would make the other. Though, they left the hoodie in Josh’s bag after that. Josh also insisted on stitching up the small tears that had formed in it. “Hey, we still want popping the seams to be a challenge, don’t we?”
Josh didn’t think it was possible to eat more than he had that first night, but trying to keep a half step ahead of Mace pushed him further and further every day. By the time their beach week was over both of them had bright red, brand new, stretch marks on their bellies. Josh even had a couple on his butt and thighs.
“Beautiful cherry kiss-targets,” Mace said one day while they were lounging in the bed working on several boxes of pastries.
“Says the adorable tiger-striped butterball.” Josh countered, leaning in to kiss Mace’s doughy chin.
***
Josh was working on his thesis, everything was done for his master’s program besides his defense, and he was nervous. “My suit doesn’t fit anymore.” He said, an anxious quaver in his voice as he looked over the screen of his laptop at Mace who was wearing an old tank top that was hardly a bra over his massive globular chest.
Mace turned around, using his belly to close the refrigerator door. “You’ll do fine, you know this stuff better than anyone!” He lumbered over to the counter where Josh was sitting and lifted his wide, heavy, drooping belly onto it before casting an appraising eye over Josh, whose wide rear was sagging over the sides of the stool he was perched on. Mace gave the plump flab a little pinch, and Josh wiggled.
“Yeah…yeah…I guess you’re right.” Josh said, one of his now very pudgy hands over his mouth. Perhaps it was thanks to his swimmers appetite giving him a big boost, but he was much fatter now. His belly sloped out between his thick thighs, which themselves were getting closer and closer to swallowing up his knees. The swimmer was now, quite clearly, the winner of the “Fat Boyfriend” title. Mace didn’t seem to mind.
The red-headed chub waddled behind his corpulent lover and wrapped his plump arms around as much of Josh’s midsection as he could reach. “You guess? Josh, you recite this stuff in your sleep.” Mace leaned in, loving the feeling of his own soft blubber pressing into Josh’s back fat. He put on a snore-y slurry voice, “En…endemic…range…natural cohabitants…” He snickered and kissed Josh’s cheek again. “You’ve got this, babe.”
***
Two weeks later, Josh waddled through the door to their apartment, his newly tailored suit already showing signs of strain but still fitting decently enough. His wide hips and lovehandles brushed gently on the door frame.
Mace looked up, he’d been making brownies, several large casseroles, two freezer lasagnas, and a supreme pizza for either a celebration stuffing…or a consolation glut. When he looked at Josh’s face, it was inscrutable. “So, uh…babe, how did it go?”
Josh took off his suit jacket, the motion made the collared shirt pucker enough for little slivers of his belly fat to be visible between the buttons. He didn’t say anything as he put the jacket aside and put down his laptop case. Then finally when Mace was practically squirming from not knowing a big grin split Josh’s fat face. “I nailed it, my thesis is approved!”
Mace let out a little whoop and actually jumped for joy, the entire kitchen shook when he landed again. The two corpulent lovers embraced, gripping one another’s side rolls to pull themselves closer. “I knew you could do it!” Mace said, his face flushed both from excitement and the effort of his little hop. “Now, let’s get this victory feast into this big belly.” He stepped back and flicked several of the buttons open with practiced motions, allowing Josh’s belly to sag freely into the open air.
***
The two fatsoes gorged like never before, and eventually Mace had to tap out. His pale freckled belly looking like he’d swallowed a bowling ball or two, while Josh’s was every bit as bloated he continued to glut. Mace rolled over and, stifling a belch, began to put lotion on Josh’s huge round gut and massage it. The taller, now fatter, man moaned softly as he pushed himself to finish the marathon feast that Mace had prepared.
Finally, several hours later, every remaining scrap of food was pushed into Josh’s sluggishly gurgling belly. Mace laid beside him for a while, rubbing and kissing the mass of flab and food. “My fat, fat, boyfriend,” he whispered softly as he did this.
Josh was nearly dozing a while later when Mace hauled himself to his feet. “Mmph…where’re you going?” He asked thickly, a burp punctuating the question.
“Just to grab something.” Mace said, waving Josh down to forestall him getting to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”
Josh slumped back into his torpor and a moment later Mace’s chubby features were hovering over him. “Sit up, I think you’ve finally accomplished what I threatened you with a while back.”
The former swimmer groaned quizzically and pushed himself upright. Mace pulled something over his head. It took a moment for Josh to realize it was the souvenir hoodie. He groaned softly as he pushed his arms into the sleeves…they were snug. His huge dome of gut resisted the garment as Mace pulled it down, it was tight and forced another burp out of Josh.
“There, I dub thee…Fat Boyfriend: Conqueror of the Snuggle-Hoodie!” Mace said, tapping his shoulders with a takeout menu as if bestowing a knighthood. Josh looked down, the once seemingly tent like hoodie appeared almost painted on, and indeed…about two inches of underbelly remained uncovered.
“Hmm…still not quite shredding it though,” Josh said, burping once more. “How about we order more pizza?”
The End
