My friend John turned me onto this wonderfully written story. It's got at all -the introspective gainer, the hot muscle guy, that nervous hot tension of new sexual exploration, long trips to buffets, it's a solidly hot read. It's really one of the best gainer stories I've read in a long time. So sit down, unbutton your pants, get a big bowl of ice cream and read: Huge.
Huge
Written by In_BigOaf
Part One
I wasn't too keen on the move, but the boss said I had to. The end of the fat-and-happy 90's left our company scrambling to consolidate facilities and trim costs wherever possible. This meant that my 20 minute commute was about to become an hour. Well, the fat-and happy 90's had also left me fat-and-happy. I'd given up trying to find a workout partner at the gym, heck, I only went to look at the other people there anyway.
I had discovered gaining chat rooms and found that these fantasies I'd had since childhood weren't weird at all, and spent a year trying to find someone in the area to fatten up. Finally I just gave up and started on myself. It was really fun exploring my scientific curiosity. I tried gainer shakes, heavy cream, [that stuff is gross, but it works!], and I found all of the all-you-can-eat places within close driving distance of the office. I would take a newspaper with me, or something I'd printed out from the web, get a remote table and just eat.
Slowly, methodically, cleaning one plate, reaching a stopping place in my reading, and loading up another, I loved the feeling of eating till it absolutely hurt. I got really horny each time I would notice that my shirt was spreading between buttons, while it had fit fine when I came in. I also spent a lot of time glancing over my paper to watch the really big guys loading up at the buffet. I loved seeing them lean way in to get to something in the back, while their bellies totally enveloped the tray table in soft blubber. Some of those guys must have been well over 400 pounds, and it looked like they all wore the same size shirt! I couldn't take my eyes off the big wobbly bellies that took the shape of the skin-tight polo shirts, and I imagined what the struggle must look like to get the shirt tucked in. I tried to picture what they must look like with the shirt off, big huge tits resting atop a soft bloated belly with its cavernous belly button. God, I'm in heaven!
I also loved seeing the young construction workers, the guys who had been the big tough jocks in high school. Now they wore their shirts untucked in the hopes that no one would see what a year or two of food, beer and inactivity can do. In a year and a half I had gone from 210 pounds of mostly muscle to 260 pounds of mostly fat, and on my 6-foot frame, it was really starting to show. My belly was rounding out nicely, and it turned me on just to walk down the hall. It had grown out so that there was a nice round paunch hanging beyond my belt, and each step I took would cause it to pull downward. I could get a rhythm going if I didn't think anyone was looking, and by the time I got to the end of the hall my cock was raging hard and demanding attention.
My goal was to see what 300 to 350 pounds was like. I mean, this was all just scientific curiosity. If it started to affect my health, or if I didn't like it, I could always lose it again. Losing weight had never really been tough for me. Now I was discovering how fucking hot it felt to get fat. I had never been so horny in all my life. Every night I would finish a huge dinner and jerk off rubbing my belly and fall asleep.
And now the move. I hated having to pack up books and prototype parts from my shelves and desk, hated having to finally sort through the stacks of papers I had kept for some reason, now unknown. I scavenged boxes from all over, and loaded as much as I could into the truck. It was amazing how quickly I'd get out of breath just walking up and down the stairs a couple of times to load the boxes. I also discovered that it felt the most comfortable to carry the boxes under my belly, letting it rest on top. Unloading the truck meant doing it all again, this time for a new audience.
I recognized a few faces at my new building, as I'd seen them in meetings, but most of the faces were new. I could feel eyes on me every second, being the new guy.
"You're Scott, aren't you?" came a voice from behind me as I bent to put a box down in my cube. I turned around to greet quite possibly the biggest, most muscular man I'd ever seen in person. "I'm Dave, Dave Parker? I know we've e-mailed a bunch for the U152 program, but I don't think we've ever met. Welcome to the neighborhood."
This guy was fucking HUGE. . . I don't even know the names for all the muscles that were bulging grotesquely beneath his baggy business-casual attire. His head was propped between monstrous delts, his shoulders went out past the sleeve seams of his shirt, and the muscles connecting his shoulders to his pecs formed a shelf beneath his chin that I could have stood my books on. His arms stuck out from his sides to accommodate the enormous lats that grew there, and his biceps rested like huge slabs of meat, actually hanging a bit under their own weight. Anything from the edge of his chest-shelf to his waist was a mystery, as the baggy shirt was pulled down into his pants. He was obviously wearing pants that were much bigger than his waist, to make room for his massive legs. A belt cinched the pants so tight that it left folds in the waistband. His voice was normal, even soft, not like the bass I would have expected from this cartoon of a man.
"You look like you could use some help there. " His words shook me out of my trance, and I blushed as I wondered how long I'd been gawking.
"Uhhh. . . yeah. . . sure could." My mental engines start up slowly. As I stood up, I noticed his eyes dart down to my belly and back up again. It's something I have become aware of only after putting on a gut, and I now understand what women with large breasts endure.
He smiled warmly as I extended my hand, and his engulfed mine in a warm handshake. "I've got a few more boxes down in the truck. "
"Oh, a pickup man. . . What do you drive?"
"Dodge Ram. It's my baby."
"Cool. I'll have to show you mine sometime. It's at home today 'cause it was too damn nice out to leave my bike at home."
I tried making polite conversation while not letting on too much that I was totally fascinated with this guy's physique. If I'd met him two years ago, I might have never gotten so damn fat. We brought the last boxes in, and I got to follow him up the stairs, this mountain of man gliding gracefully in front of me. I hurried to keep up and ended up panting at the top of the stairs. As much as I wanted to stare at him all day, I really wished that Dave would go away so I could start hunting local buffets.
I also didn't think my cock could stay still for much more of this. Every move he made caused waves of muscle to dance beneath his shirt.
"Hey, it's gettin' close to lunch time. You wanna go grab something? I'm starved!"
Crap. I'm stuck with Schwartzenegger for sprouts and garbanzo beans. I hope this doesn't become a habit. "Yeah, sure. . . what's around here?"
"I was thinkin' we could hit a buffet, that way we can both get whatever we want," said Dave. I hope I didn't smile too quickly, but this guy probably didn't realize how much he was helping me out.
Dave arranged himself a tiny salad and I fell into my old habit, loading a plate as high as I could with pasta, meatballs, pizza, beef, mashed potatoes and gravy, and an assortment of chicken wings.
"Dude, you're allowed to go back again," Dave joked as we sat down. We started talking and I started eating. We talked about work, cars, where we'd gone to school, and I went back for plate after plate while Dave nursed his salad. He was pleasant and fun to talk to, and I just totally let myself pig out.
After the fourth heaping plate of food, I tossed my napkin onto the table and said "Oof, I think I overdid it." My belly was stuffed tight and was just beginning to feel sore. I was breathing in short quick breaths that I tried to keep silent so as not to embarrass myself further.
"What? you didn't even hit the dessert bar yet!" Dave smiled and got up. God, he was hot and I just wanted to watch him walk away. He was sexy as hell from any angle.
"Come on," he said, and I got up and followed slowly. Dave loaded up a dinner plate with desserts, short cake, cheesecake, cookies, brownies, and he also got a bowl of soft-serve ice cream with sprinkles. Was this guy nuts? I followed suit, showing clearly that I knew my way around a dessert bar. The trip gave my belly time to stretch out some, and we sat down and dove in. I totally outpaced Dave, and he finished the ice cream and a brownie and one piece of cake and stopped.
I was just scooping up the last of a brownie slathered in chocolate syrup when he belched and said "Ugh. I don't think I can eat any more. God it's a shame to take food and then not eat it. . . You want these? I haven't touched them or nothing. "
He gestured to the plate still heaped with desserts and I felt my belly tighten a bit. What was this guy thinking? I can't eat all that! He shoved the plate over to me and went back to talking about trucks. I started to eat again, totally hypnotized by his enthusiasm.
"Oh shit," he said as he checked his watch. "We better get back. "
I grabbed the last cookie, threw a big tip, and we headed out. Man my gut was fucking killing me as I flopped into the truck. I had never noticed before, but my belly was just barely brushing the steering wheel. . . Had that ever happened before? Holy shit!
I parked next to Dave when I got back, and he got out and waited for me. There was no amount of slouching or sucking-in that would hide my belly now. I was so damn full that the only way to keep my belly from hurting was to arch my back a bit and actually push it out.
"Man, we almost put that place outta business," Dave laughed as he laid a hand on my belly. "I think there's enough food in there to feed a starving nation." His fingers massaged it a bit, as though to get a sense of its softness. "There's a couple other places like that around here we can hit if you're interested. Some are a bit cheaper than that one, but they're not as close."
Man was I close. . . close to shooting a huge load! Did he just say what I think he just said? He took his hand away, totally oblivious as to whether I liked being touched or not, and we walked back to the building.
I have met guys like him before, guys who were so comfortable in their body and their sexuality that they could touch anyone anywhere and think nothing of it. I had been becoming increasingly shy about being touched as I gained, but for some reason I felt at ease with this guy, like any chance to get him to touch me put me one step closer to touching him back.
Hitting the buffets soon became our routine, and Dave became my lunch buddy. I was too timid to ask him about his physique, and too timid to ask what he thought of mine. All I knew was that I was pigging out every day to the gentle encouragement of a man that my greatest fantasies could never create. Each day I pushed myself to eat more than the day before, and though Dave never said it directly, I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. Like a good typist can type without looking at the keyboard, I could eat without thinking, just absorbed in conversation with Dave. And like most bodybuilders, he had a habit of unconsciously flexing and feeling himself while talking to me, which only made me eat more.
Two weeks after moving to the new office I had to buy new shirts, and I placed an order for new 42" waist pants. . . even though I was still comfortable in 38's. Wishful thinking, I guess. A month after our first lunch outing, I weighed myself fresh out of the shower. I had to lean way forward to see over my belly, which seemed to be growing almost straight out. 290?! Jesus Christ! My cock was at attention and throbbing, so I headed for my recliner with a box of tissues and a head full of images of Dave. My belly rose up high when I slouched down, and rocking fast with my foot would make it slosh up and down. Fuck I want more!!! I'm gonna blow by 300 so fucking fast, 350's gonna happen in two more months! Then what?? My belly was already more erotic than I could have ever imagined. . . it stood straight out like I was 9 months pregnant. Lathering it up in the shower was enough to get my cock throbbing, and now I wanted to see just how sexy this could get!
Part Two
Two weeks later the dial on the scales spun around and bounced until it stopped squarely on 302. This is fucking hot! My cock was practically beating itself on my underbelly, as hard as it was throbbing. I don't think I had ever shot a load so big or so far as that morning.
For lunch Dave and I hit one of our regular haunts and got our regular table with a familiar waitress. We always tip well, and she keeps my glass topped off with root beer. I was plowing through my 5th or 6th plate when Dave reached across the table --mid-sentence-- and harpooned a meatball from my pile. The swiftness of moving his thickly muscled torso and arm to get it so fast totally amazed me, and I felt a slight breeze as he swept it away and popped it into his mouth.
"Eh, these aren't bad, but not nearly as good as the ones I make," he said thoughtfully.
"You cook?" I asked, hoping to open up a better subject than hockey and pickup trucks.
"Fuck yeah! Hey, it's Friday and there's a game on tonight. Why don't you come over and I'll whip up some grub for ya. I might even make Mom's special meatballs." He grinned widely and winked, taking me totally by surprise. Even after a month of studying this guy's every flinch, he never ceased to throw me the occasional curve.
"Sure, man. . . I'll stop by my place after work and change, then I'll be over, OK?"
"Awesome. " He grinned again, warmer than ever,and subconsciously rubbed one of his massive pecs.
When I got home, I quickly stripped down to change, but seeing and feeling my belly, still bloated from the noontime gorging, got me so horny I just had to relieve some pressure before heading to Dave's. Maybe now I won't get hard in front of him, I thought. I threw on my loosest jeans and left my tee shirt untucked, and headed out. Dave's house had steps up to the back door with no landing, so I knocked on his door while standing two steps down.
When the door opened, I know I must have had the exact same expression as the first time I ever saw Dave, because I was staring straight at the most grotesquely overstuffed basket I'd ever seen. I had always seen Dave in baggy Dockers, but tonight he was in skin-tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination. My eyes worked their way around the bulge, taking careful stock of the outline of a fat cockhead on one side, and an even bigger, lower bulge of his nuts on the other. My cock never hangs that far down a leg unless it's hard, and he was totally soft! And his balls each had to be about the size of a lemon! His monster unit was separated by the crotch of his jeans, pulled tight by the muscled bubble butt on the other side. He wore a tee shirt that was not tucked in, and it cascaded over his pecs and hung straight down to his waist, leaving it totally uncertain as to whether he had ripped abs or a modest belly.
"You gonna come in?" He snapped me out of my trance.
"Oh! hehe. . . uhhh. . . yeah. . . hey, how's it going? God something smells good!" Dave ignored my ogling and ushered me off to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed two beers and handed me one. "You said you liked Molson, right? Well," he laughed, "you'd better, 'cause I bought a whole damn case of the stuff. Have as many as you want. It's taking up too much room in the fridge."
The table was set and he started bringing platters and mixing bowls full of food. There had to be enough to feed 5 or 6 grown men. "You expecting company? Shit, you cooked a whole cow!" I laughed.
"Naw. . . this is all for us. It'll be like going to the buffet, only we've got enough time to actually fill up for a change."
We sat down and dug in, with Dave gushing about where each recipe had come from, what he'd altered, and so on. Everything was so good, I lost count of the number of times I refilled my plate. Sometimes Dave would put a small portion onto his plate, then a huge scoop onto mine. "Don't let this stuff go to waste," he said. It's not as good re-heated."
As I started to slow down, Dave glanced up at the clock. "Hey, I'll bet the pre-game show is on. He shoved the chair back and stood up in one movement, again giving me a great view of his overendowment. He grabbed two more beers from the fridge and headed into the living room. He put both beers on the coffee table and dragged it out away from the couch.
It was an old couch, very low but deep to the back. The kind of overstuffed couch that's easy to sleep on because of its width, and almost forces you to slouch if you sit and lean back all the way. As I leaned forward to scoot my chair back, I became very aware of how totally overstuffed I was. My belly was now a rock-hard beachball resting low on my lap. My cock stirred as I got up and waddled to the living room. I felt like the prow of a ship, as I made my way to the couch. The lowness of the couch took me by surprise when I sat down, and if I was going to sit up straight, I had to spread my legs wide and let my belly rest in between, like a hard boiled egg in a cup. Dave flopped down heavily, close enough that his arm gently brushed mine. That guy just had no respect for personal space, and my cock could not have been happier!
He turned on the TV and slouched way down, and I did the same. I could barely see the TV over my engorged belly, and I glanced over and noticed that Dave's chin was resting between the tops of his huge pecs! A cool breeze told me that slouching back had pulled up my shirt and exposed a great deal of my underbelly, but I didn't care at this point. Dave rubbed his stomach and moaned. "Man, I think I overdid it. . . I am SO totally stuffed!"
With that, he pulled up his shirt, revealing big deep cut abs, now swollen out quite a bit. Each one had to be as big as my bicep, but instead of laying in a flat row, the whole thing bowed outward like he'd been hooked to a hose and inflated. The slightest movement of his arms made his pecs jump to attention, rising even higher around his chin. God, this can't be real! He leaned a bit my way and a hand ran up my shirt, taking it up and exposing my pale smooth globe of fat.
"Damn, dude, this thing is awesome! Have you put on a pound or two in the last month?" His hand traced my belly slowly and so gently it could have been the hand of a child.
"Fuck yeah, I've put on a pound or two. . . more like 50!" I thought. "And it's all your damn fault! " His gentle rubbing was becoming more forceful, till my belly was moving back and forth under his curious hand. He suddenly came out of his trance and jerked his hand away, not bothering to re-cover my belly.
"Shit! I almost forgot dessert! Don't get up. . . " and he darted off to the kitchen again leaving me to ogle his bubble butt this time. No problem, big guy. I can see you just fine from here. I pulled my shirt back down to where it had started. If he wants to play with it, he's got to go in there and get it!
Dave returned with two dinner plates piled high with dessert, and two more beers pinched expertly between his fingers. "This is caramel. . . apple. . . turnover. . . cobbler. . . thingee. " He was turning a plate in front of me for my approval. ". . . a la mode," he grinned, and gave a satisfied nod. He placed one on top of my belly as though it were a table, and sat down again.
"Hmmm, this isn't gonna work," I said, and I struggled to sit up. I spread my legs and let my belly fall forward, pulling me upright, and started to eat that wonderful concoction. Even sitting up, I could still rest the plate on my belly. I'd rather put on a show for my host than drop a crumb on his carpet. There had to be half a pie crumbled up in there, with Ben & Jerry's Triple Caramel Chunk ice cream and caramel sauce drizzled over that. This alone would be more than an average guy could eat in one sitting, and we were both already stuffed to the gills!
We watched the pre-game show and sucked down our desserts. It's like there's an understood protocol that anything with ice cream needs to be eaten before it melts. I laid my empty plate on the coffee table, chugged the last of what must have been my fifth beer of the evening, and flopped backwards with an "oof!" My belly stuck out so far now that it sloshed towards my face as I leaned back, then returned forward with a clearly audible "gloop!" from inside. To make my show complete, I locked my fingers behind my head, arched my back, and pushed my belly out hard with a loud groan. I'd done this exercise before, to stretch out my abs and make a swollen belly more comfortable, but only in private. Between the Molsons and Dave's lack of inhibitions, I was definitely losing my shyness.
The stretching made my shirt ride way up, exposing most of my belly, and I was content to leave it that way. My groan had drawn Dave's attention away from the TV, and as I relaxed looking at the ceiling, I heard Dave put his plate on the coffee table.
"Holy shit dude," he said softly as he turned to get closer. His hand came over and rubbed gently in circles around my belly. I looked over at him and noticed how his pecs were now squashed together, forming cleavage deep enough to easily lose my whole hand in, and he still had a shirt on! "You're gonna fuckin' pop! You all right?"
I let out an audible sigh and laid my head back again. "That feels good, man," I said quietly. "I think I overdid it a bit, but everything was so good. So good. "
He smiled over me as he leaned in to massage my tight ball. "Dude, what do you think you weigh?" he asked. Man, this guy's bedroom voice was as hot as he was big.
"Gotta be around 305 by now," I said. The beers must have been kicking in, because my belly felt warm and relaxed under his thick fingers.
"I think it looks good on you. . . real good. " My cock started to stir. May as well go for broke.
"Not half as good as that muscle-bound body of yours, dude." Was that a bit over the top?
"Eh, I've got a lot of growing to do yet," he shrugged, a neutral response to my overt flirting. Could a human possibly get any bigger? I could feel my boner growing down the inside of a pantleg. I hoped he was thinking the same thing, because I would be more than happy to try. I'd get so fucking huge for him.
"Well you're going to start growing a fat belly like mine if you do much more pigging out like we just did," I said, nodding towards his puffed out musclebelly, now covered once again.
"Naw," he said, and lifted his shirt again. "I can burn a little snack like this in one trip to the gym. You should see it after I've had a shake, you'd really be impressed. "
"A shake?" I asked. "What do you mean?"
"You know, a weight gain shake. You don't think I got this big drinking beer did you? Hehe check this out. . . Stay here. " He hopped up again and was in the kitchen in two steps. I was still fascinated by how nimble his body was with the mass he carried. He returned with a gallon jug and a beer.
"Here's another if you're out," he said as he sat the beer in front of me. "Watch this, dude. " He stood right in front of me, between me and the coffee table, and held his shirt up with one hand while bringing the jug to his lips with the other. He threw his head back and began to chug the contents of the jug, stopping for one or two breaths every three or four gulps. I could literally see his musclebelly swelling before my eyes as the whole gallon disappeared. The paper-thin tanned skin on his abs stretched tighter with each swallow. He seemed totally intent on getting it all in, and his hand began to roam around, feeling the growing curvature. I also couldn't help but notice his cockhead was getting fatter and was sliding further down his pantleg.
"Wow!" I breathed, and sat up from where I'd been propped on my elbows. My face was now inches from his swollen musclebelly, and better yet, inches from his monstrous cock! I placed both hands on his eight-pack and felt the last swallows going in. I began a gentle massage as he finished the jug and smiled down at me between his pecs.
"You like that, do ya?" he asked softly. He put the jug on the coffee table and grabbed the shirt, pulling it over his head and off. This was the first time I had actually seen his pecs, and as his beefy arms came back down the muscle piled up on his chest and puffed out bigger and bigger. His pecs came to rest hanging several inches out over the upper row of abs, so big that the large brown cone-shaped nipples pointed straight down at his inflated musclebelly. I've never seen bigger pecs, not even on pro bodybuilders. They started at his collar bone and rose straight out, almost perfectly spherical, tanned and without a single hair. They were so wide that when he stood relaxed, his arms rested in the valley between his pecs and his lats. This guy's chest had to be no less than three feet wide.
"Holy fuckin' shit! Dude, you're awesome!" I resumed exploring his belly, this time letting my hands wander high enough to brush his nipples. He stood leaning back slightly, his arms resting in their normal bow, and smiled. His cock was now throbbing, the head about to burst through the denim halfway to his knee.
"Me? No way man," he said as he raised a hand to unconsciously rub a pec. It morphed its shape and danced as it worked to raise his huge arm. "Shit, I think I'm only like 320. . . I want to see what 350-400 is like on me."
"Me too man," I thought. "Hehe. . . wonder what I'd look like at 350-400," I said, and rubbed the sides of my pregnant belly.
Dave stepped back, while I stood up and took my shirt off. We stood there, belly to belly, and the thought occurred to me that his head sat so far back behind his huge chest that I couldn't kiss him if I tried. The contrasts between us were amazing. Most of the last 50# had gone to my gut, so I still had some muscle showing on my arms and chest, but nothing at all like Dave. I don't know how long we both stood there just quietly admiring each other's bodies. Suddenly we both breathed the same words in perfect unison.
"God you're hot…" Somehow we ignored what we'd each just said, as though we only thought it instead of saying it. Dave put his hands on the sides of my belly and I was too enthralled to even move. He was absorbed in my belly, and as he explored me his eyes would dart up to mine from time to time and he'd smile.
"You sure you're only 302 man?" he grinned. "Looks like more than that."
I picked up a beer from the table and drained it. Gotta keep the buzz on.
"You wanna weigh in? I've got a scales in the bathroom that ought to hold you," he laughed.
My cock throbbed in my pants and I was helpless to stop the trickle of precum I felt as well.
"You first, big guy," I said as he swiftly turned and headed down the hallway like a little kid about to board a rollercoaster. I followed slowly, enjoying how much more heavy my belly felt than when I walked from the kitchen to the couch.
The bathroom was good-sized, for being in such a small house. He kept it very neat and clean, with the exception of the overflowing wicker basket of muscle magazines next to the toilet. One whole wall was mirrored, and an upright medical scales stood next to the shower. As he stepped onto the scales I got a good side-view of him. His musclebelly was bowed out as far as his pecs, and his back muscles stood out almost equally as far as his bubble butt. I loved how his biceps were so heavy that they sagged a bit under their own weight when relaxed. I especially loved how high his pecs would dance with the slightest movement of an arm. He shoved the big weight over to 300 and slid the little weight over till the balance bobbed and eventually stopped. "Looks like 326. . . damn I ate a ton! I was like 315 this morning!"
"Yeah, but you probably weighed right out of the shower," I said without thinking much about it. I figured the scales sat there for a reason. "What do the shoes and pants weigh?"
"Hey, yeah," he said, and without batting an eye kicked the shoes off and began to unbutton his pants. His thumbs caught jeans and underwear and in one quick movement had pulled them to his ankles. I was totally stunned as his fat cock flopped out and slapped his abs. The skin of his nutsack was stretched outward by his semi hard-on so that his heavy balls hung suspended in midair, bobbing heavily about 6" below his crotch. He quickly lifted each leg out of the pile and kicked his clothes to the side.
"OK," he said as he again turned his attention to the scales, "the socks won't make any difference." Now I've always thought my thick 8. 5" cock was pretty big, but Dave's cock had to be half again as long and twice as thick! It looked like a little kid's forearm! When he stepped back onto the platform it bumped into the neck of the scales, and he leaned to one side to let it comfortably pass. "Hey you were right. . . 324. Still a good gain for one day." He stepped off the scales and turned till his belly almost touched mine. And since his cock actually reached past his belly, I imagined it was hovering right under mine.
"Your turn, big boy," he said with a smirk.
"Oh what the hell," I thought, and kicked my shoes off. It took me a bit longer to get my jeans off though, as I had to blindly reach under my bloated belly and lift it a bit to find the button. As I stooped down to pull my pants and underwear down I noticed that my face was mere inches away from that huge fuck stick. As I pulled one foot out of my crumpled pants, my toe caught and I stumbled forward. Dave caught me and steadied me, and his cock bumped squarely into my belly, smearing it with precum. I don't know what felt better, that, or getting to clumsily feel whatever part of him was in front of me to steady me.
As I stood up he grasped my belly on both sides and gave it a little jiggle. "Here. . . this thing's made you top heavy."
I smiled at his approval and aimed my belly past him to get on the scales. I took my time, giving him any opportunity to check out my profile, just as I had his. It had only been about two years since I worked out regularly, and carrying all this weight kept my ass and legs firm.
"This thing's gotta be off," I scowled at the bar as it balanced itself. "I was 302 this morning and this says I'm 314. There's no fucking way…" I turned and stepped off again, facing Dave belly-to-belly. Standing this direction reminded me that the one whole wall was mirrored.
"Hey check us out," I said and pointed to our reflection in the mirror. We were two freaks, Dave with his exaggerated back muscles balancing his enormous pecs, and his bubble butt that you could set a drink on. The bulging plates of muscle on his bowed out belly looked like a giant hand grenade. His triceps far outsized his biceps, and from the side his arms looked about as big around as my legs.
I looked like a normal-sized man except for my belly, which was so enormous and round it looked out of place on me. My belly button had forever been merely along for the ride, and was no deeper nor wider than it had ever been. A thin trail of hairs ran downward from it, tracing a line of skin that was growing slightly tighter than the rest, so my underbelly was beginning to hang in two distinctive halves. We both just stood and stared at each other in the mirror, totally awed by each other.
My eyes wandered down to our cocks, both now at full attention. Dave's had swollen even longer and fatter than before, with veins along the shaft turning the child's arm into that of a young man. My heart pounded in my chest as I built up to what I had wanted to do since I first laid eyes on him. I reached out as if to shake hands with him, and wrapped my fingers as far as they would go around his cock, just below the head.
"Jesus Christ you're hung dude," I breathed, as I steered his cock head around slowly like a joystick. Again unfazed, he clasped his hands behind his head and tilted his hips up, and his cock rose along the arc of its curvature until the fist-sized head was between us, above my belly.
"It's a fucking curse," he frowned, then giggled. "Pardon the pun. There's no human hole that it'll fit in, and most pants have so little room, it hurts to sit down."
"What's it measure man?" I asked. My hand was still on it, and I hoped that we were both still drunk enough that Dave wouldn't mind that I was gently sliding my fingers down its length, scanning and exploring this trophy to my new lack of inhibition. "Shit it's like twelve, twelve and a half. . . it was great when it was 9 or 10, but the damn thing kept growing clear up into college. Hehe you can't even see yours any more, can you?"
He brought his hands down to my belly and caressed both sides on his way down below. "314, huh?" he smiled as he admired its smooth shape. "What a tank. Man, I could use another beer."
Damn him and his short attention span. He swung his bulk around and headed out the door. "You want one too?"
I made it to the living room as he was coming from the kitchen, two beers in one hand and two in the other. I guess he's spent so much time in gym locker rooms that he was oblivious to the fact that we were both still naked. I took one in each hand, put one to my lips and chugged it down.
"I figured you were gettin' dry by now. Here," he said, as he politely traded my empty for one of his full ones. Dave went back to the couch and flopped down, putting one arm on the back of the couch where I'd soon be. I went around the other side of the coffee table so that I could swing in without putting my ass in his face.
I flopped down with a bit of an "oof", again taken by surprise by how low the couch sat. My belly made another "gloop" from inside, as though either of us needed a reminder of how stuffed I was. My momentum threw me up against Dave, who had sat closer to the middle than last time, and I felt my skin on his and could smell his musky scent. Dave's eyes followed my belly like most men follow the breasts on busty women. His cock was still rock hard, and arched upward towards his muscle belly. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my ears as I leaned and reached my hand across to rub the now steady stream of precum around on the fist-sized head.
Dave threw his head back and inhaled a slow deep breath. Leaning towards him had let my belly roll into the little space between us, and it actually touched the couch. Dave spread his legs apart, letting his lemon-sized balls flop down, resting squarely on the couch with plenty of foreskin to spare. He reached across with his outside arm and began to caress my belly, making it the subject of the erotic thoughts that were fueling his monstrous erection. My arm lay across the equator of my belly and working on his cock was sending seismic activity outward across my fleshy surface.
I was totally in control now. Dave was twitching and flexing so much that he looked about to explode. The work his muscles were doing was causing them to swell to a magnificent size. It was like he was experiencing a full-body erection. Soon Dave's hand left my belly as he laid flat again, breathing out slowly and in very quickly. "Oh-hoh fu-huck… I… hi… muh… bout… to… shhhhhhhh… UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" His cock swelled in my hand and burst huge globs and ropes of cum higher and higher up his body. His abs drew up tight lifting him into almost a fetal position as every muscle tensed up hard. You have no idea the insane sense of power you have when the god of your hottest fantasies is rendered totally under the control of your single hand.
I showed no mercy, milking his cock for every ounce and forcing him to twitch and flex for me. "Oh-hoh… stuh... stuh… STOP!" he screamed, sending one last glob far above his head onto the wall. He relaxed very slowly, opening up like a flower, whimpering and rubbing the puddles and streams of thick cum that drained to the cracks between his abs and pecs. Huge white globs stuck to his pumped pecs like snow on two mountains. It had to be more than a minute before his mind returned to his present situation.
"Holy fucking A! I've never... " He lifted his head to survey his work, and I scrambled to my feet.
"I'll get a towel," I said as I headed to the bathroom.
"Better bring two," he moaned. "This shit's everywhere."
Standing again reminded me that I still had a good buzz going, and also that I was still bloated way bigger than ever before. The sweat and cum drying on my belly made me aware of the air flowing across it as I walked. I grabbed the towels from the rod in the bathroom and returned, enjoying the view of Dave's balls resting between his legs and his spent cock laying upside down in the groove where his leg meets his torso. The cum vein traced the length of it to the back of his cockhead, accentuating its impressive length. His arms lay outstretched so as to not make a big mess worse, and he smiled with his eyes closed, as though meditating on whatever power had done this to him.
I walked to where I thought I could maybe start to wipe up the mess, standing between his open legs, when he sprung the trap that he'd set for me. Dave sat up and wrapped his arms tightly around my legs and swooped in under my belly, taking my cock into his mouth and sucking like a madman. I was totally taken by surprise, and totally pinned by his huge arms and slippery bulging pecs.
Over the rise of my belly I watched as his face appeared and disappeared again, noticing the way his short brown hair swirled at the crown. His lips and tongue worked me so fast and so furiously that my knees began to buckle, and I felt my weight slowly transferring to his powerful arms. His hands massaged my ass and his dancing pecs and biceps, slick with cum, massaged my thighs. It was like my whole body was an erection being stroked. I tried to concentrate, tried to hold back, tried desperately to make this last as long as possible. Suddenly his head disappeared completely beneath the horizon of my belly as he took my thick 8. 5" cock to the hilt.
The muscles on his back rippled and my mind was flooded not only with what was happening to me now, and what I had done 5 minutes ago to Dave, but I began to imagine what I'd look and feel like in a few months as my belly continued to grow. 350 was no longer a goal, it was a milestone to speed past as I grew my belly for this muscle god. If this much belly got me to this point, what would another hundred pounds do? Another 200?! My hands drifted past my belly to touch Dave's head, still working hard on my engorged cock. I could feel the power in his determination, like touching a moving part on a heavy machine. Nothing I could do to stop this…this growing belly…bigger every day…resting further out on my lap…Dave's face smiling over it as I lay immobile, the only thing I can see besides my own bloated flesh. . . I leaned over and pulled his head in tighter as my strength all shunted to my cock. "Oh shiiiiiiii. . . "
Part Three
Dim light bloomed around the window shades, as I tried to figure out where in the hell I was. I was laying on a big couch --kinda comfy, really-- and a light blanket covered me from the chest down. I heard a drawer close in a room down the hall. Oh yeah, Dave's place. Holy shit my head hurts. Dave emerged from his bedroom and came out into the living room wearing baggy sweat pants and an old sweat shirt with the arms cut off. "Mornin', big guy," he whispered cheerfully, forgetting that the only other person here was me, and I was awake. "Thought you'd sleep till I got back. I'll be at the gym for a couple of hours. It's only 5:00, you may as well sleep some more."
"Not till I piss a gallon or two," I moaned, as the sound of my own voice woke the hangover bats in my head. I lunged forward, trying to sit up, but couldn't. I must have looked like a turtle, as I finally twisted and flopped sideways off the couch, landing on my elbows and knees on the floor. I stayed there a while to let things stop spinning, and as I arched my back a bit to stretch the kinks out, I felt my belly brush the carpet below. That's when I realized that I was completely naked, totally rock hard, and that Dave was still there watching me.
I looked up at him, well, I looked as far as my neck would bend, so I really only looked at the boner starting to grow in his sweats. "Hello," I said glibly. "I think I'm stuck."
Dave bent down and reached under my arms, and gently lifted me to my feet. I rubbed my belly, still bloated from the night before, and tried to think of something to say to the man standing at arm's length from my nakedness. "How damn many beers did I have last night?" I moaned, half-faking it for the sympathy.
"Well," he grinned, "unless someone snuck in last night and stole it, we polished off an entire case of Molson. Looks like it's all right here. " He put his warm hands on my belly and rubbed it gently as he admired its size and shape. "Hey, I better scoot. Get some sleep and I'll make breakfast when I get back."
Dave left and I waddled to the bathroom holding my belly like a child carrying a beach ball. I stood at the toilet and couldn't see my cock. Shit, this isn't going to work. I'll piss all over the wall with this morning wood. I turned around and tucked my cock as far down as I could and slowly sat down, like a big bird on a nest. My cock passed the toilet seat and poked under the rim of the bowl. My legs were spread apart to give everything room, and as I came to rest I felt the cold seat supporting my soft warm underbelly. My legs were actually out at the sides of my enormous ball, and seeing this did little to ease my boner. I began to piss, and felt my body deflating a bit as the recycled beer streamed out. It only takes 11 beers to make a gallon, and although I don't remember how many I had last night, I also don't remember pissing at all last night. I kept going and going, letting the pressure off my swollen bladder. God, it must be backed up into my kidneys! The stream slowed to a trickle that took forever to stop. I flexed my cock to squirt the last bit, and needed to do that about a dozen times to finally get it all. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
I waddled back to the couch and flopped back down, without thinking of putting any underwear on. Not moving felt pretty good to my pounding head. Just sleep. Man, this couch is comfy.
Keys rattling in the lock woke me again, and sunlight now streamed around the window shades. The door opened and Dave walked in, silhouetted by a blinding light. His body took up most of the doorframe, and I even noticed that he subconsciously turned sideways to fit his shoulders through. The door closed and Dave gave a big sigh.
"Man that was a great workout," he chirped as he shed his soaked shirt right there in front of me. "I figured I'd just wait and shower here so you didn't have to wait so long for me to get back." His whole body glistened with sweat and every muscle was pumped. The slightest movements made muscles flex and dance. I watched from the couch as he walked down the hall to his room and disappeared. He soon came out again, completely naked, his soft cock --bigger than mine when hard-- flopping just above his big lowhangers. It only took two or three steps to get the swing into a rhythm, and his monster unit slapped back and forth from one pumped thigh to the other. You have no idea how graceful and erotic a muscled body is to watch if you've never seen more than just photos on a page. Dave's movements were as fluid as any ballet dancer a third his size.
Just as he was about to disappear into the bathroom he met my stare and grinned and winked. I have no idea where the energy came from, but I pounced to my feet and stepped quietly to the hall, listening just outside the bathroom door. I heard the curtain rings glide back and the water start, then I heard the check valve sending the water to the shower head. I waited to hear the curtain again...
"Hey! Oh, shit you're right here, hehe."
I jumped as Dave leaned out the bathroom door and grinned at me. The phrase "hand in the cookie jar" suddenly came to mind. "Yeah man I gotta piss again," I lied. "I think this will be gallon number two this morning. "
"Hehe come on in. The more, the merrier. I was gonna tell ya to be thinking about what you wanted for breakfast. We could go out or stay in. I should have enough stuff to choose from, here."
Dave leaned back in and I accepted his invitation; at least maybe I'd get another peek. Did Dave remember anything from last night? Was it all my imagination? He stepped into the shower and drew the curtain, but only enough to keep the water from splashing out. I could clearly see the globes of his bubble butt and his wide back muscles as he faced the water to wash his front. Water was channeled from his neck and shoulders to the deep ridge of his backbone by the grooves and striations of his thick back muscles. The rivulets became a steady stream that rounded the small of his back to dive down the crack of his ass. I was glad that I actually did need to piss by now, so I felt justified in being in there.
I was switching back and forth quickly from watching my piss stream to watching Dave to watching my piss stream... like driving a car and trying to watch someone on the sidewalk. I turned to finish up, squeezing out the last bit and shaking off any remaining drops, and then took one last glance past the curtain. Dave had turned around and was facing me, and as I noticed this I saw his eyes quickly dart back up from my belly. Who was the peeping tom here now?!
He smiled sheepishly and blinked twice, then with a quick tilt of his head invited me in. I could hear his mind saying "Oh, what the hell." I stepped into the shower without a word, my eyes feasting on the bounty before me. Dave's hands went straight for my belly and mine went straight to his pecs, and as he explored my enormous gut I relished the feeling of the muscles dancing just beneath the paper-thin skin.
"You wanna feel what it's like to be me?" Dave breathed. He turned around and backed into me until my belly rested in the small of his back. My hard cock lay in the crack of his ass, and he tightened up to force my cock to point upwards. We fit together like a perfect puzzle, and I was totally awed by the sheer size and width of his shoulders and back. I drank in his musky smell, not yet removed by the hot water. He reached back and took my hands, bringing them up under his arms. I began to roam and explore, imagining what it would be like to have pecs that huge.
Dave squirted some soap in the deep cleavage and I rubbed it around, turning everything slick and lathery. My chin rested on his shoulder so I could watch him flex his pecs under my hands. I could have been standing at the edge of a cliff, admiring the breathtaking vista before me. If I leaned into him at all, he did not budge a bit. I worked my way down his abs, and gently whispered "well, this is different" into his ear. His abs tightened up and shook with a quiet chuckle. My hands drifted further south, finding his pole to be at full attention. I grabbed the base of it as best I could with both hands and wiggled it around while whispering "heyyyy batter batter batter," and we both giggled. I stepped back and undid our erotic lock, and ran my hands around the balls of his shoulders and down his back to his ass.
He turned around with a smile and motioned me to turn too. "It's my turn now," he grinned. It took some maneuvering to get us to fit together that way, but we managed it. Dave slathered his cock with soap and held my shoulders firmly. "Hold still," he whispered as he gently pulled me back. I felt his soapy cockhead pushing its way effortlessly along the bottom of my ass, parting my legs and pushing through. With a quick thrust I felt his head plow into the back of my ballsack, making me gasp. When I finally felt his muscle belly connect with the small of my back, I reached down and discovered that I had grown a short but hugely thick cock beneath my own.
I rubbed the head a couple of times until I could feel the shaft pulsating between my legs. Dave's hands reached around and began rubbing my belly. I squirted soap on it and laid my head back onto his pec-shelf. Dave's chin rested on my shoulder and I could feel the stubble of his chin and cheek, the only rough thing about this muscle god.
"Man this thing is so awesome!" he breathed. "You think it'll get any bigger?" What did he have in mind? May as well test the waters.
"Well, ever since we've been hitting the buffets for lunch, I've been adding about a pound a day."
His cock pulsed and swelled between my legs. "No fuckin' way!" His voice trailed off as he continued to explore, and I hoped he was doing the math in his head. "Man in a month... by Christmas..." Yup, he was doing the math and his cock was going absolutely wild. I gently tilted my pelvis and tightened my legs together and began to slowly stroke his monster cock. Feeling it rub along the underside of my cock and balls was bringing me very close.
Dave stood with his feet further apart, and I soon could feel his heavy low-hanging balls bumping my thighs. "Yeah," I said, matter-of-factly. "And it all seems to be going right here." I patted my belly gently and let him quietly continue.
After another minute of his sensual massage, he stopped and whispered, "How big do you think it can get?"
"Not sure man," I breathed as I leaned back into him, letting him take total control. "As big as you want."
"Really? Big as I want?" he panted, his chin stubble grinding into my shoulder, his hot breath roaring in my ear, and with that, his pecs and biceps bulged and flexed at once, tightening his hold around me. His cock swelled between my legs and began to shoot huge globs of cum onto the wall under the showerhead. Two thrusts of his live animal between my legs sent me over the edge, and we writhed together as we both blew our loads everywhere. We stood there panting and without saying a word for some time, while he held me in his tight embrace, the water from the shower cascading down my bloated belly and over Dave's fingers, before it let go and splashed into the tub below us.
The End
