Growing Up - Chapter IV

The story continues... The plot (and the boyfriend) continues to thicken. We're starting to diverge a bit from my actual experience, but, nothing too far from autobiography yet. Sit back, get something to snack on, and read the next chapter of Growing Up after the jump.

Growing Up

By Get A. Snack

Chapter IV

For the next week or so, I noticed something was up. Evan didn’t say anything about it, but all manner of gym equipment began to appear around the apartment, just as sure as all manor of junk food disappeared from our cupboards. Although I was disappointed about Evan trying to shrink his belly on one hand, I both wanted him to be happy about his appearance and was sort of relieved that I wasn’t going to have to risk revealing my true feelings about his little belly.

As Evan continued his diet kick, I continued to work as hard as ever at my job. One day, I returned home from work for a little while to change in the middle of the day to change for a more casual meeting with clients. My associate had been riding me hard all morning and Evan was out for a run, so I decided to take a few minutes to relieve a little stress. I sat down at the laptop we shared and began to click through the secret path of folders in which I had hidden my saved gainer stuff. As if it new what was about to come next, my dick began to get a littler harder with each successive click moving me one step closer to whacking off. I undid my belt, unbuttoned my suit pants, and slid them and my briefs down my thighs. As my dick hit against my stomach, I opened one of my favorite sets of pictures. Nothing quite like staring at the hundred plus pound gain of a sandy haired collegiate hunk to really get me going. I set up a slideshow of the progress pics, laid back, and started to enjoy myself.

As the former jockboy started to expand before me, no detail escaped my view. The first signs were subtle, a slight thickening, a sleekness appearing as a new layer of fat began to form over the man’s well developed muscles. Then the belly began to round out, slowly but surely bulging out over his belt. When he reached 200, there were photos of him packed into sinfully tight jeans that highlighted a most perfectly plumping ass and the start of a pair of glorious love handles. Chugging a gainer shake at 215, a softness appeared in his once angular face –his face held on tightly to his good looks, but the softness, the hint of a double chin make the growing jock gainer look positively hungry. Swigging a beer around 230, the guy’s gut had become so prominent that jeans button looked like it might blow at any second. The next shot at just above 240 was my favorite. Stuffing his faced and still crammed into the same jeans that looked like they were on the verge of exploding at 230, the formerly toned jock bad transformed his entire physicality. His muscular chest had softened, his pecs just starting to rest on his rounded belly. His love handles had burgeoned into something you could really hold onto, and his legs were stressing the seams of his poor jeans. I closed my eyes and started to imagine him getting bigger and bigger… Ripping out of the jeans, stretching the elastic tight on his tighty whities… Just getting bigger and fatter and thicker and…

Click

It was the unmistakable sound of Evan’s key in the lock to our front door.

“Shit” I thought to myself. I slammed the laptop shut and stood up quickly. Forgetting that my pants were around my thighs, I stumbled and fell on the couch as Evan walked into the room.

“My my.. Isn’t this a nice surprise. Nothing like finding your boyfriend all revved up and ready to go after a nice, long run”

I smiled at him and nestled myself into to couch.

“I’ve got to get back to work, I just came home because I had to change into something more casual for an out of office meeting with some big clients. I can’t stay long… I was just, uh, stressed.. My boss has been being a jerk and I just have been having the worst day and-“

He put his finger to my lips and sank to his knees. Before I could protest that I had no time for this he took my dick into his mouth and went to work de-stressing me. All of my thoughts faded away as I watched his head bob up and down on my cock. It felt so good I just laid back and let Evan finish what I had started at the computer.

My mind flooded with images of Evan growing. Belly pulling his t-shirt taught. His plumping ass bursting out of his gym shorts. Surveying his gut in the mirror. Trying to suck it in to fit into his old tuxedo. Splitting the ass on last summer’s gym shorts. That excruciatingly hot line where his belly hits his leg. I started to imagine the guy blowing up in the pictures on the computer, but putting Evan in his place. The images flooded in my mind, faster and faster, Evan getting bigger and bigger and bigger until I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. All the muscles in my body tensed, and I put my hand on the back on Evan’s head.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna, I’m gonnaaaauuuh”

I collapsed back onto the couch and laid there for a moment, lost in the bliss of the orgasm.

The moment the post orgasmic endorphins had begun to abate, my eyes fell on the clock.

“Fuck, I’m late. Fuck, fuck fuck, my associate is going to murder me. Fuck”

I quickly stripped out of my suit and grabbed the first polo and shorts I could find in my closet. I slipped on a belt and a pair of boat shoes, kissed Evan, and ran out the door.