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Thanksgiving Delight: Part Two

"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.

This was met with a disapproving look and orders to drive to the grocery store for some last minute ingredients. Mark obliged, throwing on some jeans and an over sized T-shirt before he headed out the door. Graham and Jerry returned to their bedrooms where they took a shower and changed clothes. Graham was still incredibly turned on after seeing Mark down the pancakes and ended up beating off in the shower. Afterwards, he ate a whole can of Pringles and two Snickers bars. Mark was a great inspiration for gaining.

The brothers spent the rest of the day watching Breaking Bad in Jerry's room, while Mark planted himself on the couch to watch football. After several hours, Mark was surrounded by empty beer cans and complaining that he was starving. The boys emerged periodically to help their mom, but mostly they got in the way.

Around four o'clock dinner was served. Mark had changed into a skin tight sweater that showed every curve, and a pair of jeans. Graham had decided to wear a button up that was a little too big in an attempt to hide his belly from his mother.

Their mom's cooking was generally bland and lacked any excitement, but somehow she always pulled it together for Thanksgiving. All the ingredients were organic, and although the boys were the only ones who ate meat, she always cooked a tremendous turkey. The smells filling the house were almost orgasmic and everyone piled their plates high with food, even Jerry. Graham and Mark inhaled their food. They were on round two before anyone else was even close to finishing their first plate. As they began to go for thirds Mom chimed in.

"You two might think about slowing it down. Do you want to wake up five pounds heavier tomorrow?"

Graham and Mark chuckled in unison and continued to stuff their face. Graham was beginning to feel full, but Mark showed no signs of slowing down. It soon became Graham's mission to match everything that Mark ate. In record time Mark was piling up a fourth plate of food, half of it covered in mashed potatoes and gravy.

"Do you really think that's necessary?" said their mother disgustedly.

"It's Thanksgiving, are we really gonna let all this food go to waste?" Mark retorted.

"Well I don't think you need to eat four pounds of carbs to spare us the leftovers."

Graham cleaned his plate and began to load up for another round.

"Look what a great example you're setting. Graham honey, I didn't want to bring this up, but if you keep up at this rate you will be three hundred pounds by the time you're twenty-five."

"Honey, please. The kid looks good with some extra weight on him. He looks like a man," said Mark, giving a reassuring nod towards Graham.

"I don't need you encouraging gluttony in my children. It's bad enough I have to put up with your piggish ways eating me out of house and home! I've never had to buy groceries so frequently in my life!"

"Maybe I wouldn't eat so much if I got some real food in here once in awhile instead of this hippie organic shit!"

"I'm going to my mother's!" she said and stormed to the garage.

"Mom, you've been drinking. Let me drive," said Jerry chasing after her.

The two hurried out the door and quickly drove away. Graham and Mark sat in stunned silence.

"Goddamn," said Mark. "I could sure use a bong rip about now. You got any reefer, college boy?"

Shocked, Graham said that he did. A minute later the two were passing a joint back and forth over the dinner table. Mark ruminated a bit on the current situation with a few vague one liners, then said:

"Let's eat."

The boys began to chow down and the food tasted even more delicious stoned. They ate for what seemed like hours, filling plate after plate full of biscuits, turkey, mashed potatoes, and casserole. Every bite was drowned in gravy and butter. Graham no longer felt the least bit full and was jamming food into his mouth like he was being timed. Suddenly, he became self aware of his piggishness and incredibly turned on. His focus quickly shifted from the food he was eating to Mark and his rugged handsomeness. Before his eyes Mark began looking up at Graham with an an intense stare after each bite he took. As Mark shovelled larger and larger spoonfuls of food into his mouth the two began to hold unbroken eye contact. Graham was now rock hard and visibly flustered. Was Mark putting the moves on him?

"That all you gonna eat fat boy?" murmerd Mark in a gruff and suggestive tone.

Graham, completely shocked, sat still for a moment. Once he processed what was happening he began to eat as much and as fast as he could, the whole time holding eye contact with Graham. Eventually their plates were cleared and they began to just grab food off the table and swallow it down. No attention was paid to what they were grabbing, as long as it was nearby and edible it went into their mouths. The table began to clear off when Mark said:

"We gonna eat that peach cobbler in there?" nodding to the kitchen.

"Umm hmm," said Graham with a mouth full of food. "Whatever you want."

Mark got up to grab the cobbler, allowing his sweater to ride up and his soft, bloated belly to jiggle with every step. Mark returned with the dessert and began to scarf it down with his bare hands. Graham was no longer questioning the situation and quickly joined in. Their mouths were soon covered in food and they were breathing heavily from a mixture of intense gluttony, THC, and sexual tension. As the cobbler disappeared, Mark began rubbing his cock through his jeans while once again holding intense eye contact with Graham. He nodded towards a bowl of pudding next to Graham and said:

"Can you bring that over here?"

Graham leaned across the table to hand it to him.

"No. Walk it over here fat ass."

Graham did as instructed. When he came around the table he could see Mark's impressive manhood throbbing underneath the denim. Mark grabbed the pudding, and to Graham's surprise, poured it all over himself.

"Now lick it up."

Graham got on his knees and paused in astonishment. Suddenly, Mark grabbed his neck and pushed Graham onto his cock. In ecstasy, Graham began sensually licking Mark through his jeans. Graham was now dripping in precum and began to pull down Mark's pants to reveal a massive cock and soft, padded thighs. In one quick swoop, Mark lifted Graham up and they began to make out. Before Graham knew what was happening, he was hoisted onto the dinner table and laid flat on his back.

Mark threw off his clothes, revealing a stretched and swollen belly. He pulled down Graham's pants and the two began sucking and licking the other's body in between mouthfuls of random food. Both their cock's were about to explode with the slightest of touch. Graham began sucking Mark off, the latter's belly smashed into his face. Mark was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. As he face fucked Graham his fat rolls bounced and dripped with sweat. He was soon overcome with desire and threw Graham's legs up.

Mark spread Graham's fleshy ass before eating it out and shoving his cock in. Graham moaned in pleasure as Mark began fucking him on the dinner table. Their jiggling, extended abdomens grinded into each other. They were both covered in food that was beginning to liquify and drip from the sweat.

"You like my cock, piggy?" Mark said

All Graham could do was moan in ecstasy.

"You like being a big fat hog?" Mark continued. "You wanna eat my cum fat ass?"

Graham nodded and Mark pulled out. He held up his hairy overhang to watch as he ejaculated all over Graham's face. Mark's grunts filled the room. With one hand on Mark's lovehandle and the other on his cock, Graham started to come as well. He began to shoot all over Mark's back.

Muscles tensed and in the midst of orgasm, the front door opened and Graham's mom walked in.

Thanksgiving Delight: Part One

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.

Bed and Breakfast - Part 3

The rest of dinner was filled with sexual tension between Ryan and I. Ryan had such a voracious appetite that I was hot and bothered throughout the whole meal. It got to the point where I could barely focus on stuffing my own face. Ryan was clearly aware of how I felt and began playing it up a bit. The highlight of which was when he unbuttoned his pants without announcement or any dose of shame. He leaned far back in his chair to reach the button hidden under his gut and undid it with a sigh of relief; allowing his round, gelatinous belly to spill even further into his lap. At this point in the night I could feel sticky pre-cum stuck to my thigh.

During bouts of trying to ignore my overwhelming libido I joined in with small talk, learning that Ryan was a history teacher. We bonded over a mutual fascination of the civil war and he invited me to his room after dinner to view an “artifact” from the era. Of course, I accepted.

After polishing off a desert of luscious strawberry milkshakes, I followed him up the old creaky stairs to his room. His girth filled the tiny stairwell and each step moaned with the pressure of his weight. When we reached the top Ryan was completely out of breath. As he pulled the key from his pocket it fell to the ground. I bent over to pick it up and felt his fingers caress my lower back. Before I knew it we were passionately making out in the hallway. When we finally got the door open he pulled me inside and pinned me against the wall. His belly totally encompassed my abdomen and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. He whipped off my shirt and I dropped my pants, my cock struggling against my wet boxer briefs.

I pushed him into the bed and mounted his lap, my dick pressing into his soft underbelly. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began caressing his curves. Eventually we were both nude and he ended up topping. The old bed was loud and rickety and I’m sure we must have woke every person in the house. I fell asleep wrapped around Ryan and his hairy belly.

I awoke in the night to heavy breathing and a sweet aroma. I was a bit disoriented and confused by the presence of crunchy papers covering the bed. I looked at the clock and it was three in the morning. Eventually I realized that Ryan was stuffing his face with boxed chocolates.

“Midnight snack,” he said, “you can sure wear a fat guy out.”

I could not believe what was happening to me. This guy truly loved to eat; he was gluttonous to the core. Without saying anything, I began to feed him the chocolates in the dark and slowly massage his belly. We quickly ran out and he informed me there were a few more boxes in his suitcase. I got up to get them and realized that by “a few” he meant six. I grabbed them all and crawled back into bed.

Box after box things became more heated. I began to rub his meaty thighs and suck at his surprisingly small double chin while popping chocolate after chocolate between his lips. It was clearly a highly sensuous experience for Ryan who began to moan almost embarrassingly loud. I was afraid we would wake the guests, but was too aroused to quit. As we burned through box number five we were both smeared with chocolate and writhing in bed. His fat rolls were supple and warm. After finishing all the boxes we both came to orgasm and lay in bed talking.

Ryan revealed that while he identified as a gainer and enjoyed getting fatter, he mostly just liked food. He was raised by cooks and developed an intimate relationship with food at an early age. All through his teens he would work out tirelessly to maintain his fitness in spite of his love for delicious foods. Once he began teaching in his mid twenties, he just stopped working out and the weight piled on. His immediate reaction was fear and disgust at the beer gut he’d developed within one school year, but he soon realized that this fuller figure turned him on. Ryan confessed that after finding self acceptance he binged for a month, consuming food to his heart’s content. In one month he gained close to thirty pounds, which caught the attention of both faculty and the students. Colleagues began inviting him on hikes and charity walks. The kids, he was teaching high school at the time, began to lovingly tease him about his new belly. Some of the boys would even declare, half-jokingly, that they wanted to have a gut like his when they grew up.

Needless to say, Ryan did not stop gaining and has put on close to one hundred and twenty pounds since teaching. The most surprising part of his story though, was how he came to The Little Brick Inn. Doing research for an out of state field trip, Ryan met the current chef for the inn, Scott. Scott was an encourager who eagerly fed Ryan’s addiction to fine treats. For the past six years Ryan has been annually visiting the inn where Scott has been feeding him meals with calorie counts that reach into the thousands- tonight’s dinner was one of them.

I confessed that I myself wanted to gain weight, which is part of the reason I came here. Ryan told me I came to exactly the right place.

Bed and Breakfast - Part 2

For dinner, I wore a nice button up and some jeans that made my ass look amazing. The idea was to make Ryan hungry for something else besides food.  As I walked downstairs my stomach began to growl from all the food smells floating through the house. By the time I entered the dining room I was practically salivating, but my hunger quickly dissipated when I opened the door. The dining room was by far the most exquisite part of the house. It was lavishly decorated and looked like something straight out of a civil war movie. The room was extremely posh for such an old and relatively small house. The only other guest had already arrived and was seated. He was thin and not too attractive in the face, but seemed like a nice guy. I took a seat and Marcie joined us shortly after. The food would be ready in a few minutes, she told us. We began to chat and in the midst of small talk, Ryan walked in. He was a sight to behold. He wore essentially the same outfit as me, but his shirt was tucked in. A mound of fat hung suspended over the front of his pants. With each step you could see a jiggle reverberate throughout his entire body, but it was especially noticeable right below the belly button. His jeans fit snug, especially in the thigh. I wondered how he could sit down without them ripping. Much to my delight, he chose the seat right next to me. The chair creaked as he relaxed into it.

He greeted me warmly and there was immediately a palpable electricity in the air. The first few buttons on his shirt were undone and I could see his dark chest hair poking out. We exchanged a few words on how plush the surroundings were before he leaned back with one hand on his belly and said:

“Where’s the food? I’m hungry.”

No sooner had those words escaped Ryan’s mouth than the first dish came out. The chef, a very fit and attractive guy named Brad, served us. He announced that this would be a four course meal and we were beginning with fried mozzarella balls as appetizers. Everyone quickly dug in and the conversation drifted from the history of the inn to our personal back stories.

We learned that the third guest was named Brandon and he worked in marketing. He was in Mississippi on business and would only be at the inn for a couple more nights. Altogether, Brandon was somewhat boring and my attention kept drifting to Ryan’s appetite. He was popping those mozzarella balls like they were candy. He must have eaten about half the plate himself before then the chef came out with more. It was very clear how Ryan had developed such an immense gut, and he didn’t seem to mind if anyone noticed.

I found myself wanting to keep up with Ryan, but it was impossible. I was already getting full and the second course hadn’t even arrived yet. Eventually, the conversation became focused on myself and what I was doing at the inn. They were fascinated to hear that I was a writer, and successfully making a living off of it. Marcie in particular was quite giddy that a successful writer was working on something in her inn. I was relieved when the soup arrived and I was no longer the subject of everyone’s attention.

It was a clam chowder that was almost as thick as ice cream. Absolutely delicious, I didn’t have a problem keeping up with Ryan. I paid no attention to my tightening belt as I spooned in heap after heap of chowder into my mouth. It wasn’t long before Ryan noticed by voracious appetite. We made slight eye contact and with a mischievous grin, he picked up the pace. My imaginary eating contest had become more of a reality as the two of us crouched over our bowls and began to inhale the food.

“Wow, it looks like Ryan isn’t the only boy at the table with a big appetite,” Marcie exclaimed as we took our last bite.

“Well, I don’t know about slim over here,” Ryan began, “But I could go for another round of this chowder.”

Like magic, the chef appeared with another steaming bowl. Not to be outdone, I requested one as well.

“Would it be terribly uncouth of me to suggest an eating contest at my own inn?” Marcy asked. “And the winner gets… the winner gets breakfast in bed tomorrow morning!”

Ryan and I agreed with big smiles. Brandon, seemingly disgusted, declined to join. Marcy counted to three and we dug in. I knew I wouldn’t win but couldn’t turn down such an erotic proposition. As I shoveled in spoonful after spoonful my dick grew rock solid, pulling at the leg of my jeans. I was barely halfway through when Ryan banged the table and declared his victory. Marcie cheered like a mad woman. As our plates were cleared, Ryan leaned back with his hands behind his head, his massive round stomach on display for all to see.

“No worries champ, you never stood a chance,” he said, placing a meaty hand on my inner thigh and pulsing cock. He gave me a hard squeeze and added: “You might need to unbutton those pants.”

Bed and Breakfast - Part 1

I decided to drive down to Mississippi to work on my writing. I needed a change of scenery and a southern bed and breakfast sounded like the place to do it. At twenty eight I finally was financially stable and I felt like I deserved this small trip. I also had noticed a recent change in my metabolism, and I wanted to explore that somewhat. Like most men my age, all the junk food I was used to consuming began to stick. After about ten pounds that went straight to my gut, I weighed about 165. Having always been a chubby chaser, I’d fantasized about my own weight gain but could never stick with it. Now seemed like the time, and a southern inn with free breakfast sounded perfect.

I arrived at the Little Brick Inn around two o’clock. The summer heat mixed with the humidity was practically unbearable. Just the walk from my car to front desk left my shirt soaked. The owner of Bed & Breakfast, Marcie, checked me in. She was very sweet and very large. There were only three rooms in the house and according to Marcie, mine had the best view. Boy was she right. My window overlooked the small pool in the backyard. Beyond that were the woods and a few other old looking houses. But the best part was the giant hunk of man lying shirtless by the pool. He had on a pair of skin tight, brightly colored, swim trunks that were not made for men of his size. He looked to be about 250 pounds and if those trunks were any indication, gay.

I quickly changed into a pair of shorts and headed down there. If he played for my team, then this little trip could be even better than expected. I got down to the pool and could see that he was sitting up in his lounge chair. As I got closer I was delighted with the vision that greeted me. First, I had underestimated his weight. This guy was at least 300 pounds, if not more. Second, he was putting sun screen on.

“Hey there,” he said. I was elated, I could tell from his voice he was definitely gay.

“Hiya, you a guest here?” I asked. His bare stomach filled his lap so you could hardly even tell he had a swimsuit on.

“I certainly am and you?”

I replied that I was and what he said next left me gobsmacked.

“Can you rub some of this on my lower back?”

Shocked and aroused, I quickly said yes. I started in the middle of his back, but he kept directing me to go further and further out. Before I knew it, I was caressing this man’s ample love handles. I was hard as a rock and didn’t know what to do.

“I didn’t catch your name?” he asked.

“I’m Alex, nice to meet you.”

“That’s a nice name. I’m Ryan. And I’m very happy to meet you.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just continued to knead the fat of his back. His love handles were soft but firm, bulging out a good three inches over his waist band. I stopped when I felt I could no longer keep this up without blowing a load and moved to a new chair. I tried to hide my erection, but it was difficult. He thanked me and leaned back. His massive gut lifted off his lap with this motion to reveal a considerable bulge in his swim trunks. I was impressed and somewhat surprised. Was he hard? After a few moments, I realized I was ogling and blurted out that I should go unpack.

“Will I see you at dinner?” he asked with a flirty grin.

I glanced at his gut and said: “Certainly.”

The second I got back to my room I wacked off. This man, Ryan, was the stuff dreams are made of. Well, at least wet dreams. I couldn’t believe my luck; one of the guests not only had the chubby body of my fantasies, but also was gay and extremely flirtatious. I wondered if he could sense that I liked big guys? I’d barely said anything before he had me caressing the rolls of fat perched above his swimsuit. The B&B served dinner and I couldn’t to see how things would develop between us come mealtime. Plus, I had a dire hankering to see just how much food that stomach of his could put away. A man doesn’t get to that size from eating conservatively. And hey, I wanted to stuff my own face too- that’s part of the reason I came, right?

Mr. Cook Epilogue

Two years later I weighed 200 pounds. I had gone off to college and gained the freshman fifteen plus some. I finally felt like I had a presence when I walked into a room. My gut was soft and prominent and nobody seemed to notice or care. Living away from home made it easier too. I could binge late into the night and pass out, bloated and swollen.

I dated a few guys from school, but they were all the lean, muscled type. I longed for the days of my regular after school specials with Mr. Cook. By the time I graduated he was 280 pounds of jiggly, hairy, man and I got to enjoy every inch of it. We never discussed his weight but I’m sure he knew I enjoyed it. After our first time together he gained weight with absolutely no regard. Every week he looked ten pounds heavier. After one of his brightly colored button ups ripped during class while sitting down, he retired his old wardrobe and only wore skin tight polos to school. Unfortunately, after I graduated we just seemed to stop hooking up. Moved on, you know.

           

The grocery store. One of my favorite places. I walk down my regular aisles piling in fattening food, my gut pushed up against the handle bar of the cart. My parents pay for food so there’s no holding back. As much as I can cram down my throat I buy. The best part is everyone just looks at me like I’m a college student. I’ve yet to get the disapproving glances of a fat ass losing control. I turn into the pasta aisle and hear someone say my name. I look up and to my delight I see a wonderfully round belly facing me.

 “Hi. Do I know you?” I say.

“Yeah,” he laughs, “it’s me.. Mr. Cook?”

I know my pupils must have dilated at the sound of those words. This gorgeous fat man in front of me was my Mr. Cook? He had to be over 300 pounds now.

“Oh wow, you look great,” I stuttered.

His eyes were glowing as we exchanged compliments. After an awkward silence he invited me back to his place.

“Hey, you know I’m just picking up some stuff for dinner. Would you like to join me?”

And how could I say no to that?      

On the ride over we chatted a bit about school, life, and other things. Although, we both knew what this was really about. I was in awe of Mr. Cooks round, soft abdomen. With every bump in the road it wobbled. I couldn’t help but stare with a hungry look in my eyes. He knew that I was captivated and seemed to show off a little bit.

When we pulled into the driveway he looked at me and smiled. I couldn’t resist and leaned in for a kiss. I put one hand on his fleshy neck and the other on his ample belly. We separated and brought the groceries in.

Once inside, Mr. Cook began to make dinner. As he stood over a pan on the stove I couldn’t wait any longer and moved in for the kill. From behind, I slipped my hands into the fold of his under belly and began to kiss his neck. My own paunch squished firmly into his lower back and my cock was instantly hard. A store bought chocolate cake sat nearby. I flipped off the lid and grabbed a chunk of it in my hands. I crammed it into Mr. Cook’s mouth and he ate it ravenously.

He turned to face me and we made out. My body sank into his massive gut and I could feel a throbbing erection through his pants.  I began feeding him whatever was cooked and within arms length: cake, M&Ms, whipped cream, pasta. He sat on the counter with his belly spilling between his legs and resting on the counter top. I reached under it and unzipped his pants. Before long, his belly was smashed against my face as I sucked his dick. I stopped before he came and we moved to the bedroom. 

Slight Delay

The epilogue to Mr. Cook is coming! It's just still in the works. I'm sorry for the delay, but you can look forward to an extremely steamy reunion. Stay tuned!

Mr. Cook 7

Well, my wish surely came true. I was weighing in at about 174 pounds when we had a paper due for Mr. Cook’s class. I was confident in my writing abilities but tried extra hard to impress him. I stayed up all night working on it and was completely nervous when I turned it in. I could sense that this paper was important somehow. When Mr. Cook handed the graded papers back I was full of anxiety. When I got mine my stomach dropped, at the top of the paper was written “See Me.” I soon got butterflies.

            

After the bell rang I walked up to his desk and said, “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, pull up a chair,” he smiled, causing the unshaven hairs on his face to curl around his pink lips.

            

I was full of nervous excitement. When I sat down I caught a glimpse of his ample belly spilling over his jeans in a tight sweater. He rolled his chair closer to mine and I could smell the pastries he had eaten for lunch.

            

“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re paper was great. Amazing, actually. In fact, I want to enter it into a state wide contest.”

            

“That’s great,” I said, trying to keep my thoughts tethered on the paper.

            

“It is, but first I think you need to revise some things. I’ll go through them now if you like.”

            

“Sure.”

            

As he began to talk I couldn’t help but notice how his belly slowly expanded every time he breathed. It looked so soft and delicious, sitting in his lap in one big lump. I soon realized I was staring and averted my eyes back to the paper, but Mr. Cook had stopped talking. We held eye contact for a few seconds and then he touched my chin. His warm hand brought my face to his and we kissed. His lips were soft and warm. We broke contact and looked back in each other’s eyes.

             

Simultaneously, we both let go of any inhibitions and began to make out. Our tongues more passionate and I soon climbed onto his lap. I could feel his soft stomach against the crotch of my jeans. He grabbed my ass and our bodies undulated against each other as our mouths began to explore other places. He pulled my shirt off and then I began to peel off his.

            

Finally, I could set my eyes on the rolls of soft flesh encumbering his torso. I dropped to my knees and began kissing and sucking his belly. I could feel the hairs of his stomach wet against my tongue. The lower I got the more he began to moan. My lips made contact with every crease of his underbelly. I could feel his dick warm and pulsing against his pants. I began to unbutton them when he stopped me.

            

He handed me the key to the door and I ran and locked it.

            

When I got back he stood up and we began to make out as we took off each other’s pants. In just our underwear he grabbed my ass and grinded his dick up against mine, all the while his warm fuzzy belly mashed against me. He soon had me pressed up against the edge of his desk. Finally, the foreplay was too much and we ripped off each other’s underwear and he turned me around.

            

I pressed my new soft and squishy ass against his crotch and he moaned. He hurried and slipped on a condom. Before I knew it he was inside me, my ass rammed up against his groin. I reached around and grabbed his butt and squeezed. I felt the soft cellulite bluge between my fingers and let out a moan.

            

He then bent over and grabbed me in a bear hug while still thrusting. His massive, jiggly gut sliding against the sweat on my back. He began jacking me off in sync with his thrusting. I felt surrounded by his soft skin and was in pure ecstasy. Occasionally I would feel his scruffy face kiss the inside of my neck.

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What does the future hold for these two well-padded mates? Next week we find out in the epilogue. 

Mr. Cook 6

My “close encounter” with Mr. Cook left me horny as all get out. I immediately headed for the locker room bathrooms to beat off. Once I got in the stall I grabbed my hand lotion from my backpack and went to town. Unexpectedly I heard the bathroom door open and someone walk in. I froze up and tried to be silent. They locked the door immediately. It had to be an administrator. As they walked to the other end of the room I got a glance through crack in the stall, it was the football coach. My quickly softening dick soon got hard again.

            

Let me take a moment to describe this guy, Coach Harding, to you. Ten years ago he was the quintessential x-jock: big, muscled, and with a hearty layer of fat. Currently, he is your quintessential fat ass and the butt of all jokes for rival teams. Harding probably weighs close to five hundred pounds. His belly sticks out farther than his arms. For years he had a massive ball gut but as of late it has been getting saggier and saggier, to the point where it occasionally hangs out of his shirt. And he always wobbles around campus with some sort of food in his hands. This type of fat is not what usually gets me going. I like a guy under four hundred pounds. But, whatever Harding was doing, I wasn’t gonna miss out.        

            

After locking both doors Harding pulled off his gym shorts. He walked over to a sink, rested his gut in it, put one hand leaning on the wall, and proceeded to do what I was in the middle of. He could barely reach around to his dick, but that didn’t stop him from trying hard. He was going at it so hard his whole body was jiggling ferociously. Every fat roll was soon glistening with sweat. Eventually I got to going in rhythm with his momentous thrusts. Every fold of his body was bouncing up ad down. Finally, his massive ass clenched and he came. I let myself go at the same time and splattered the stall door. He then cleaned up and just left, as did I. I guess we both just needed that afternoon delight. 

           

I got home that night and gorged myself; images of Mr. Cook dancing through my head. Having that warm belly of his pressed up against me was all the encouragement I needed.

            

For the next two weeks I kept with the gainer shakes. I would make them in secret every day and then guzzle them before bed. I gained eight more pounds and relished every inch of it. My jeans were finally getting tight and you could totally see my belly through t-shirts. I didn’t look fat by any means, just not a skeleton like I used to be. I also starting noticing more glances from girls when I was out, which is always an ego booster.

            

The next two weeks in school were particularly weird with Mr. Cook. We made eye contact constantly during the class. We both always looked away quickly, probably for different reasons. I was just nervous and awkward, but I could sense he was holding back because I was a student, despite the fact it would be legal. I knew he liked me, I was convinced of it, but didn’t know how to initiate anything.

            

By March I weighed almost 170 pounds, which is at the top of the healthy range for my height. It was clear I had put on weight and people were noticing. First, it was my parents. One day while I was stretched out on the couch my Mom walked by, pinched my belly, said “this is new,” and then just kept walking. Although it was awkward, I still took it as a huge compliment. During dinner the next night my dad said: “You’ve filled out, son. Looks good. You look like a man.”

            

Then, at school, my friends started playfully teasing me. They would grab my miniature love handles and make jokes about how I was “packin’ on the pounds.” I loved all the attention and made even more of an effort to put on weight. I wondered if Mr. Cook was noticing. I hoped he was. Of anybody, he was the person I wanted attention from the most.

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Next time our narrator gives into his impulses with Mr. Cook

Mr. Cook 5

By the time it was February Mr. Cook had put on a good deal more of weight. It was hard to tell how much because I saw him every day. But I could tell by clothes that used to fit, and now had stress marks, that he was still gaining. His body was getting flabbier and soft rolls were forming at place that had once been flat. Mr. Cook was now a man that lead with his belly. Not the type that lumbered down the hallway with a beach ball in his shirt, but the type that looked soft, like whenever he got a Starbucks, he got a pastry too. Not a behemoth of a man, just someone who looked comfortable. 

            

For Valentine’s Day my friend, Jenny, and I had to deliver boxes of chocolates to all the teachers, and you know what was on my mind. We had to do deliver them during lunch hour and we went to every staff as a pair, crossing off each name until we came to the ever hungry Mr. Cook. I was excited in more ways than one and tried to keep from getting hard. When we opened Mr. Cook’s door all bets were off.

            

He sat there with a spread of food fit for a fat man: sandwich, chips, two kinds of pastries, a coffee, and a soda. He looked up from his feast and smiled when he saw the box of chocolates.

           

“Are those for me?”

            

“Yep,” we said in unison.

            

He stood up, wiped his mouth and said, “Well, you know I like chocolate.” He then slapped his belly and gave it a little rub.

            

We walked over to his desk and handed him the box. He thanked us and we turned to walk out.

            

“Hey, wait,” he muttered.

            

“Uh, do either of you know how to tie a tie? It’s embarrassing but I spilled my coffee and took it off to clean it. Sadly, I don’t know how to get it back on.” His sheepish grin mad his cheeks look fatter

            

“I do,” I said, and walked over. The bell rang and Jenny left to deliver the last two boxes. I was left alone in the room with my dream man.

          

  “I usually just leave them tied so I don’t have this problem,” he said

           

“It’s no problem,” I smiled.

            

I grabbed the tie and moved in close. I could smell the coffee and sandwich on him. I looped it through his collar. The creamy, stubbled, skin of his neck was soft as I maneuvered around it. I could feel his breath slightly on my forehead. I leaned in closer to see what I was doing and felt his belly slightly brush against mine. I was instantly hard. After that I swear he moved in closer. His soft gut now made constant contact with mine. It's rounded form soft against my smaller body.I was so hard and hoped he couldn’t sense it. Looking back I’m sure he could, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

            

When I finished I wished I had gone slower, savored the moment, his breath, his smell, the feel of his healthy paunch up against mine. I stepped back and tried to conceal my raging hard on.

           

“There, you look good,” I couldn’t believe I just said that.

            

His eyes twinkled. “Thank you,” he said.

           

“No problem. See you Monday.”

          

I turned and headed for the door. I could feel him still staring at me, checking me out. I quickly came to appreciate my newly formed ass and I tried my hardest to work it. I opened the door and before I stepped out I glanced back. He was standing in the same spot and we locked eyes. He quickly looked away and went back to his desk, his belly jiggling all the way.

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Next week our narrator gets a free show of a very ample belly.

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.