Graham's stiff morning wood pressed into his fleshy abdomen as he sat up in bed. Proud of his new found girth, he took a moment to caress his hairy stomach. Since the onset of puberty, Graham had been aware of his love for well-insulated men. He also knew that it was his destiny to become one of the fat, lazy Americans the news loved to report on. Since attending college in Seattle, Graham had gotten a few steps closer to realizing this dream- the evidence of which he was softly kneading between his fingers.
Living at home Graham had always been a thin kid. At 5'11" and 130 pounds he was usually smaller than the majority of his classmates. Despite several attempts to gain while at home, he was never very successful. Food was expensive, gainer shakes were hard to hide, and his health-nut mother monitored everything he and his brother ate. As such, he knew he wanted to get as far away from San Diego as possible once graduating high school. He also knew that the second he was out of his family's sight, he would have a pantry stocked full of the fattiest foods he could find.
Once moving to Seattle, Graham found it to be surprisingly easy to gain weight. His parents paid for everything and gave him a healthy food budget. A week after he was settled into his new apartment, weight gain powder, sweets, pasta, and more filled his cabinets. Graham also began to take an appetite enhancer called X-Pand. Within two weeks he had gained six pounds. After a month- fourteen pounds.
Currently, as Graham sat in bed massaging his belly the day before Thanksgiving, he weighed fifty three pounds heavier than when he first started college. A thought came to him he had not considered before this moment- what will his family say when he walks through the door tonight at 173 pounds? A flash of panic rushed through his body before realizing something. Yes, his mother will disapprove of his fifty pound weight gain, but even worse- what would all her organic cooking do to his poor belly this weekend? He proceeded to eat half a chocolate cake and a glass of milk for breakfast.
The plane ride back home went quickly and Graham's nerves were rising every mile he came closer to his family. Once landed, he blew close to $150 on airport junk food to keep his stomach from shrinking during the stay. His brother, Jerry, a spindly computer whiz, picked him up at the airport. As Graham approached the car, Jerry gave him a hug. Once inside, Jerry said:
"You look big- beefier, healthier, I mean. Some extra weight looks good on you."
Graham smiled and threw his bag in the back seat; the sound of chip bags and candy wrappers squeaking inside.
"Sounds like you're not slowin' down either."
Graham laughed and said, "Well, I can only take so much of her cooking. Sometimes you need something that doesn't taste like cardboard you know?"
Jerry agreed and the topic quickly changed to school, life, Mom's new boyfriend.
"Apparently you and Mom have the same taste," Jerry laughed. "This guy totally looks like your ex- tall and hairy as fuck. Except Louis was thin... this guy has got a freakin' gut like you wouldn't believe. Mom has had him on a diet since day one but nothing seems to be working. He's probably got a stash hidden like the one in your bag there."
As they drove into the garage Graham's nerves were finally settling. It's not like he was that fat- his BMI was just barely in the overweight range. No one at school had even noticed the weight gain, in fact, he was still smaller than many of his peers. The brothers walked through the door and their mom greeted them each with a hug. Much to his surprise, Graham received no comment on his expanding waistline. It was late and everyone quickly retired to their rooms.
Graham felt a strange sense of accomplishment returning to his boyhood room fifty pounds heavier. He felt like a new person- more of a man than ever before. He soon began digging old clothes out of his closet and squeezing them on. None of the jeans would button, but he could still get on old shirts which clung to every roll and dimple. Graham fantasized about going out with high school friends and shocking them with how large he'd grown. The idea became extremely erotic and he began pleasuring himself. After stuffing down two 800 calorie sweet rolls in the heat of the moment, he came all over himself. He cleaned up and went to sleep.
Aromatic food smells stirred Graham awake on Thanksgiving morning. Wandering out to the kitchen, he was greeted with a surprise so delicious he felt his cock begin to stiffen. There, before his eyes, stood one hunk of a man cooking what appeared to be chocolate chip pancakes. He wore pajama pants and a skin tight wife beater, his gelatinous beer gut spilling out of both. A little crescent of visible belly was covered in dark, coarse hair which trailed up to his chest and almost connected with the dense scruff on his neck and face. He raised a hand to wave at Graham.
"I'm Mark, your mother's boyfriend." As he said this, his belly bumped into the skillet, which sent him jumping backwards with a yelp. He laughed and declared, "this thing can get in the way sometimes."
Graham chuckled and patted his small gut, "I hear ya. I'm Graham, nice to meet you."
"Your mom just went out for her jog. I'm sneaking some chocolate chip pancakes before she gets back.You want some?"
"Yes, please. I'm starving."
Jerry emerged from his room and the three of them scarfed down the pancakes. Mark ate an inordinate amount and drowned every bite in syrup. He washed it all down with a beer as Graham watched in awe. Mark let out a tremendous belch and leaned back in his chair, smiling. He seemed to be the epitome of "fat and happy." Just then, the front door opened and in walked Mom.
"What's that smell?" she demanded.
"The boys and I had some chocolate chip pancakes," Mark said.
"Great, just what you need," she declared, "more sweets to fill that gut of yours. And same goes to you Graham. Don't think I haven't noticed that spare tire you picked up in Seattle."
"Lighten up, babe. It's Thanksgiving. Give your chubby boys a break," Mark said as he slapped a big hand down on Grahams meaty thigh.
