Mr. Cook 4

I now weighed 146. I had calculated how many calories I would need to gain 2 pounds a week and quickly got underway eating. It was hard, but I forced myself to reach my goal every day. By the time I went to bed every night my stomach was taught and distended. After two weeks of this two pound diet I only gained a little over three pounds, which was discouraging. But then fate intervened.

           

My parents had planned a romantic getaway to Mexico and I would be home alone for a week. This meant two things: extra money to blow on fatty foods, and a chance to begin taking gainer shakes. When I heard the news I promptly ordered ten pounds of a gainer powder to be delivered by the time they were gone.

            

When my week alone started, I took it easy on the gainer shakes. I didn’t want to shock my body. But once I got used to it, boy was I going overboard. I would eat my usual 3,000 calories but sometimes with the gainer shakes I could add almost 3,000 more calories on to that.

            

Throughout the week I could feel my body getting softer. I promised myself I would wait until my parents got back to weigh in, but I knew I was gaining weight. My belly definitely felt flabbier. I could pinch a good roll on it now. And even though I wasn’t yet, I really felt like a cow sitting down. I would try on my tightest jeans just to watch my belly spill over the waist. I was enjoying myself so much that I was masturbating constantly.

            

The last two days were doozies. I skipped breakfast to slow my metabolism down and in turn convert subsequent meals into fat.  For lunch I would eat a whole box of pasta. This was really difficult, so I ate it plain and drank water to make it go down quicker. When I was done I could feel a huge lump of food sitting in my gut. Next, for dinner I had a whole pepperoni pizza to myself. By the time I went to bed I still felt stretched to the max, but that didn’t stop me from drinking exactly 3,500 calories of gainer shake. After all that guzzling I promptly passed out. I couldn’t wait for that creamy shake turn into gooey fat. I analogized my body as a pole people stuck gobs of gum to, except I was adding gobs of fat.

            

The morning of my parents’ arrival I quickly jumped on the scale before they got home. The digital numbers started flashing and I got butterflies. Finally my weight appeared on the screen. 155. I had gained nine pounds in a week! I couldn’t believe it. I quickly ran to the mirror to check myself out.

            

My belly had definitely acquired a good layer of fat. A coating of flub covered my abs. It looked like someone had taken a small chair cushion and sewn it onto my front side. This was amazing, and certainly made me horny, but what really got me going was my ass. Never before had my ass looked so plump. It wasn’t extraordinarily large, but substantial. I grabbed it and felt the skin protrude between my fingers. I could surely fill out a pair of jeans now. 

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Next week our narrator gets up close and personal with the object of his desire. 

Mr. Cook 3

Boy was I itching to see Mr. Cook on my first day back to school. My dick could hardly contain itself. I was the third one in class and Mr. Cook was seated behind his desk. His face looked softer- puffier, I thought. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. Finally, when the bell rang, Mr. Cook got up from his seat. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

His gut looked insanely huge, at least compared to before. He had to of put on ten maybe even twenty pounds.  I couldn’t believe it. Before, if anyone saw this man they would think he put on some weight recently. Maybe he skipped a few days at the gym, no big deal. But now, Mr. Cook looked fat. Not obese, or extremely overweight, just chubby. Like a man that enjoyed his food.

            

His stomach looked prominent and soft. It stood over his waist line noticeably. A red sweater stretched over it. A Christmas present probably, from a family member who last saw him maybe thirty pounds ago when he wore a small. I loved fat men in sweaters and my cock was growing along my right thigh. The worm pulse of it only turned me on more. The space that was previously flat between his belly and pecs was now all fat. His face had filled out and his stubbly adams apple had almost vanished. I wanted to kiss the new, soft, creamy, skin around his neck.

            

Mr. Cook walked in front of the class. I couldn’t even tell you what he was saying because I was so entranced by his belly. I hoped he wouldn’t notice me eye-raping his glorious paunch. I hoped he wouldn’t be self conscious and start going to the gym. I looked away for a second but didn’t have the will power for much longer.

            

While talking, Mr. Cook walked over and sat on the top of an empty desk. He put his foot up on the chair of another desk. I could barely handle this new pose. His belly looked even wider and flabbier when he sat down. The sweater hugged every roll and I could even see the outline of his belly button. Love handles flared out at his hips. Those pants had to be so tight, especially how he was sitting. His legs were spread eagle almost. His package was on display for the whole class. Anyone could see the rounded edges of crotch bulging at the seams. I swear if I looked hard enough I could see the outline of his cock. His healthy thighs were quickly closing in on that juicy package. I just wanted to run forward and suck and kiss every part of Mr. Cook’s body.

            

When finished talking, he stood up and walked to his desk. I got a glorious view of his ass. Each cheek bulged as he took a step. There was even a little patch of lower back exposed where the sweater and pants didn’t meet. When Mr. Cook sat back down in his chair it creaked. Everyone started on an assignment and I had no clue what was going on. I had to ask my neighbor and then got underway.

            

Midway through class another teacher came in with a piece of holiday cake. She offered it to Mr. Cook who leaned back in his chair, chin sinking into fat, and gladly accepted. I couldn’t wait to see this newly christened chubster pig out on something. And boy did he pig out. I swear that cake was gone in less than minute. When he was done, he even slid a finger along the plate and licked it. It didn’t look like Mr. Cook would be losing weight anytime soon.

            

The bell rang and everyone packed up and stacked their assignments on Mr. Cooks desk. I was the last one done and was excited to get a close up of the flab. When I reached his desk, I swear Mr. Cook was showing off to me. He leaned back with his hands behind his head and his legs spread. All the goods on display. I panicked and tried not to make crotch, belly, or eye contact. I didn’t say a word and turned around and left. But not without taking a glance at his package. You could see the outline of his dick.

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Next week our narrator begins to get softer and softer.

Mr. Cook 2

Over winter break I tried my hardest to gain some weight myself. My parents always keep cookies and pies stocked during this time of year, so I gorged as much as I could. I am six foot and only 140 pounds. I have a hard time stuffing myself, but I do. I just keep images of protruding bellies floating through my head with every bite.

            

Whenever I was alone I would make a milk shake to drink before I went to bed. I loaded it with ice cream, chocolate bars, whipped cream, and any other high calorie food I could find. I didn’t weigh myself at all and was hoping that these were doing the trick. I tried to eat pizza, a whole pizza, as often as I could without looking suspicious. I would even occasionally sneak beers before bed.

            

Often times I would find myself day dreaming about Mr. Cook. Whenever I pictured his body and belly I would get all worked up. I often thought about how much he gained just from the beginning of the year, which would keep me focused on my belly.

            

On Christmas Eve my Dad’s overweight friend, Paul, came over to drop off a present. My parents invited him inside and he stayed for a bit. Paul’s belly was huge and completely circular. His polo shirt was pulled taught over his beach ball of a gut and dark chest hair poked from the collar. He ate some cheese and crackers we had but didn’t pig out, which was disappointing. Although, every time he laughed he would slap his belly which would jiggle just a little bit.

            

I had to use the bathroom about halfway through the night and headed for the one in the guestroom. The hall to get there is pretty tight and to my immense joy, Paul was heading towards me. When we got next to each other he said “excuse me” and turned sideways, as did I. When we passed, the flesh of his massive gut pressed me against the wall. For about two seconds I could barely move, nor did I want to.

            

“Gotta lose some weight,” he said.

            

I patted his rounded belly and said, “It suits you.”When I got to the bathroom I had a major hard on and had to relieve myself.

            

Before I went back to school in January I weighed myself. I had gained six pounds. It wasn’t a lot, nor was it even noticeable to anyone else but me. But oh did I love it. I could feel the small pad of blubber that had formed on my tummy. I relished every inch of it. It turned me on so much and encouraged me to eat more and more. I had a small portion of what Mr. Cook had, and a miniscule portion of what Paul had. But at least I knew what it felt like; soft and malleable. I wanted to multiply this six pounds by another six. Maybe then my family would notice.

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Next week our narrator gets to see Mr. Cook's ample winter gains, and the teacher scarfs down some fattening food.

Mr. Cook 1

It was the last day before winter break and everyone in class was anxious. It amazed me how my twelfth grade peers still acted when it came close to break. But I never could relate to people my own age. The reason I was anxious was because this was history class, with Mr. Cook. To say I have a thing for Mr. Cook would be an understatement. He is, quite frankly, the hottest man in this whole town.

He’s tall, six foot one, maybe. His hair is dark and his skin is pale. He always has a bit of five o’clock shadow and, as of late, a burgeoning paunch. It’s so cute really, his belly that is. It just puffs out above his waistline. It goes out a couple inches and then quickly tapers back to his flat chest. Mr. Cook is young, in his twenties, and this belly of his is surely a new asset. I let my mind run wild with stories of how he was fit in college and has now become sedentary. The girls used to fawn over him, but lately he’s been packing on the pounds, his pants growing tighter. And what’s even better, is that he seems kind of gay. Not flamboyant or anything, he’s very quiet, but sometimes he dresses so in only the way a gay man would. Sometimes he’ll wear lime green button ups with rolled up cuffs that are bright pink underneath, and the rest of the time he’ll wear black or grey generic articles.

But the sexiest thing he wears is a skin tight under armor shirt. That shirt has provided the best bits of masturbation fodder in my life. The following story I’ve imprinted in my memory:

It was the first Friday of September, meaning the teachers could dress casually. Mr. Cook decided to wear his under armor shirt, with nothing over it. In class that day we were taking notes. Mr. Cook would write them on the board and we’d copy them down.  Every time he had to reach to write something the shirt would ride up just a little. I stared and stared praying for it rise up just a little bit more. Finally, the heavens intervened.

A poster from above the white board came unpinned and fell to the ground. Mr. Cook finished the notes and then proceeded to post it back up. He stood on a chair and reached as high as he could to pin the poster down. When he did so, the shirt rose to just above his belly button. The whole class could see his burgeoning little belly. The dark hair of his happy trail stood out against his light skin. I could see small hairs covering the rest of his belly. When he bent over to step down another fat roll formed and his belly button became wider than it was tall. His belly jiggled a little bit as his foot hit the ground. After noticing his exposed gut, Mr. Cook stretched the shirt back down over it. My dick was hard as a rock and pulsing against my thigh.

That was two months ago and Mr. Cook had to have put on fifteen pounds since then. It was hard to tell now that he was buried under layers of winter clothing. When the bell rang he began to pass out our papers. When he handed me mine it was all I could do not to rip his clothes off. When he turned around I discovered he had an amazing ass. How had I not noticed this before? It was plump and round, the cotton of his slacks were pulled taught. You could see the lines of his boxer briefs through them. I tried not to leer in case any class mate saw me, but it was difficult. From across the room I could see how the V of his back pointed to distinguished, fleshy butt cheeks. When he put his weight onto one leg, his fat ass cheek rounded into a perfect sphere. You wouldn’t believe how much I wanted to squeeze those bare cheeks in the palm of my hand.

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Next week our narrator begins experimenting with his own weight gain and then has a run in with an ample belly.