You Need To Keep Up Your Strength. Part 3/.

You need to keep up your strength. Part 3/.

I've finally finished my third part to my Chubby Merlin/Arthur Fanfiction and uploaded it to deviant art.

Things escalate, along with Arthur's waistline, be Merlin and Arthur, while Arthur is stuck in bed with a broken leg.

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Luke

It was autumn. I had been working at the café for coming up on seven months. It was a great place to work. A ten-minute drive from my house, out on a hobby farm in the country. The building was great, made from shipping containers and recycled parts from other buildings, it had a really nice vibe. My colleagues were all cool too, some of them working and doing uni at the same time, others working and raising kids. Everybody got along well, and with good food, good coffee and pretty sweet customers; life seemed to be ticking along well. Business was starting to slow down as the days slowly marched towards winter, with less and less tourists travelling down past our way. As the days went by growing shorter and darker with every cycle of the sun, and the stream of customers slowed to a trickle; life started to speed up in other areas.

But before I get to far ahead I should fill in a couple of the holes. I started work at the café in November, just before the real rush towards summer. I had been working at a café further away from home, having to drive half an hour every morning at 6am to get to work. It was a pretty good place to work, but working fulltime with all the early mornings and work on weekends; I was starting to wear down after a year. It was time for a change. I decided to go back to uni in the city to get my masters and try to find a job a bit closer to home on a more part time basis. As luck would have it, a week after being successfully accepted into my masters’ program, I came across a job whilst browsing the net. Barista wanted for a café ten minutes away from my house with flexible hours? It could not have been better timing. I printed off my resume and dropped in on my next day off.

I had an on the spot interview with a trial being organised for the following Tuesday. I came in for the trial and everything went as smoothly as it could. Afterwards we sat down for another talk. We settled that I would start as soon as possible. The next day of work I had at my old café, I gave my notice, and said my goodbyes. As glad as I was for my new job, I was still going to miss everyone at my old job.

I started work at the new café and began the settling in process right away. Everybody was lovely and kind, helping me out when I didn’t know the protocol or procedure for how things went. Work was a lot less stressful, instead of being in charge of anything, I just got to be a little worker bee, buzzing around and not stressing about anything. One big change between my old job and new one was that I wasn’t stuck behind the coffee machine all day, I got to get out on the floor and run food too. It was a nice change rather than just standing in one spot all day frothing milk. Because of this and the way the building was set up I got to interact a lot more with the chefs in the kitchen. It was great, rather than being stuck in one spot, cut off from half the staff I got to interact with all my work colleagues on a daily basis. Bonding with them happened naturally, particularly with Luke, the head chef. Sharing a passion for music and good coffee we seemed to work well together; although that was hard to tell. Luke, being just over 6ft tall with dark hair intense blue eyes, was a strong and powerful presence in any setting, working well for him in his position as head chef. He commanded the kitchen with authority and sometimes an iron fist. He wasn’t afraid to let you know when you fucked up or when he was pissed off with you. He also had a way of saying things that made you question whether or not he was being sincere. Nevertheless, I liked him, and despite his sometimes gruff mannerisms with most of the staff.

Summer flew past at break neck speed and before anyone knew it, the start of Autumn was around the corner. As uni and school started back up, the staff numbers started diminishing. Some went overseas, some back to school or uni, others found different jobs. Soon enough it was just the full-timers and the handful of casuals, like myself, that stuck around. When I started uni my hours shifted. Uni took up four days of my week leaving Friday, Saturday and Sunday for work at the café. And with the departure of one staff member that use to manage the dinners on Friday and Saturday night, I was offered the opportunity to work those nights.

With less staff on and working nights with no need for me to be pumping out coffees led to building on the friendships I was growing with my colleagues. This meant more bonding time with the kitchen staff. That meant long nights spent chatting with Luke as he closed up the kitchen and I closed the café. We talked about food, music, drinks, life, tv, my university course, his wife and kids. It was great. He was even intrigued by the fact that I was gay, and had more than a couple of questions.

As autumn moved along, making the days darker and colder. I started to notice a change in Luke, physically. As the workload during the day slowed down, the need for the kitchen to be constantly bustling stopped, meaning that Luke and the others could stop and eat something rather than working through and grazing a little. The quieter it got, the less the kitchen needed to do and the more time Luke was in the kitchen with nothing to do. These two factors combined meant Luke was eating more food and not working as hard or burning as much energy. This led to a bored Luke cooking up new different things as specials, which of course had to be tried. Increased caloric intake with a drop in output meant that Luke’s chefs coat was looking a little snugger and healthily filled these days. Luke had already been a little bit chubby when I first started. As most chefs do, he had a little bit more than the traditional, ample layer of fat fleshing out his abdomen. Something I admit I was drawn to. But as autumn progressed, Luke’s waistline began to expand.

It wasn’t obvious at first, I thought he might have been looking a little bit plumper, but I quickly dismissed that as wishful fantasy. It wasn’t until I was away from work for two weeks that the additions to Luke’s soft middle were truly identifiable.  I had a wedding on one weekend and asked for it off, meaning I didn’t have work until just under two weeks after my last day before it. I don’t know whether it was the time away that highlighted Luke’s thickened paunch, or his fleshing out had accelerated, but when he walked into the kitchen my first Friday back, wearing his black cotton t-shirt and dark jeans; he was swollen and stout. His stomach looked significantly bigger than I remembered, stretching top tight around its girth. His lovehandles bulged out from his sides, wide and marshmallowy, stretching this sides of his top around the voluptuous shape and increasing the presences of his full midsection. Even his face looked softer, his cheeks chubby. It probably wasn’t even that much of a weight gain but the stark comparison from how I remembered him, and the fact that he was definitely pudgier than before, made his burgeoning body look bigger than ever.

It was a very quiet day, meaning that my boss took to the office to do paperwork and Luke sent Jay home early after he got all the prep done for the day. After the lunch rush had finished, Luke was left with little to do in the kitchen, so he set about cooking up a storm, trialling things for upcoming specials and making his own lunch. Luke’s lunch turned out to be two overfilled, large lamb souvlaki’s and enough chips for two servings. Normally he would go outside to eat, but given how cold it was, he elected to sit inside. Even better the spot he chose to devour his large lunch was directly in my line of site. I swear I could see his stomach filling up and stretching out before my own eyes. By the time he finished his stomach looked fleshy and round, his top riding up to expose his bloated middle as he stretched his hands over his head.

Shortly afterwards he returned to the kitchen, starting to get the specials ready for tonight.

             ‘Hey Dan,’ Luke called from the kitchen, as I was putting away some cups.

‘Yes Luke,’ I responded, walking over to the pass, ‘what’s up?’

             ‘I need you to grab me a two scoops of the chocolate ice-cream and two of the honeycomb, if you’ve got s spare minute,’ he asked whilst cooking something on the stove, his bigger beefy butt facing me.

             ‘Sure thing,’ I said, enjoying the larger view thanks to the size increase of his rear assists. ‘In the same bowl of separate?’

             ‘Separate please,’ he instructed, turning his head to face me slightly, a smile of his lips.

             ‘No worries,’ I replied, walking towards the ice-cream fridge. As I reached for the scoop, a thought hit me and an aroused thrill shot through my body. I scooped out the requested ice-cream flavours into two bowls. Each of the four scoops in total were very large; larger than I would serve to a customer. I returned to the pass, ice-cream in hand.

             ‘Where do you want it? I queried through the pass.

             ‘Have you got any customers?’ Was the question I got in reply.

             ‘Not at the moment,’ I returned slightly confused as to why he would ask that question.

             ‘Then bring them into the kitchen for me.’

             I walked into the kitchen, placing them on the bench opposite the stove. Curious to see what he was making, I walked over to the stove, careful to not crowd Luke.

             ‘Come on get closer so you can see properly,’ Luke retorted, wrapping a hand around my waist a drawing me to his softer side before returning it to the spoon he was using to stir.

             ‘I’ve got a chocolate fudge sauce going over there,’ he said indicating the pot he was stirring, ‘with the last of the banana’s frying up in here, and those sour apples we got are stewing with some butter and brown sugar in there. You wanna grab me the ice-cream?’

             Turning around I moved over to where I put the ice-cream down, bring it back over to the chunky chef at the stove.

             He grabbed the chocolate, looking at the amount I put in there. ‘I don’t think I needed that much,’ said giving me a curious look.

             ‘You didn’t tell me how much.’ I deflected with a shrug, to which he only smirked.

             Moving the bowl closer to the stove, he transported half of the banana he had frying in butter, before covering it in chocolate fudge. Grabbing a spoon from the bench near the pizza oven, he parked his bum on the cool metal. Taking a large shovelful of it, he opened his mouth and treated himself to the fattening dessert.

             ‘Mmmm..’ the moan was muffled by the second spoonful he had filled his mouth with after the first. Chocolate fudge, smeared his mouth.

             ‘Its so rich, but so tasty,’ he spoke to the overindulgence hidden in the bowl in his hands, before looking up and surveying me carefully.

             ‘You should try some,’ he said, heaping another spoonful up.

             ‘I shouldn’t,’ said unsure, not certain of what his angle was, given how he was assessing me. ‘The dairy would make me all snotty, and besides I wouldn’t dream of taking any of it away from you, when you’re enjoying it so much.’

             With the last bit of my sentence, a look flashed across Luke’s face and quickly disappeared.

‘Fair enough,’ was his reply before shovelling the overflowing spoon into his mouth.

             Slightly disturbed at his reactions, I tried to move the conversation along.

             ‘So why did you also need the honeycomb?’ looking down at the bowl next to me.

             ‘That’s the second option,’ Luke said, putting down the chocolaty dessert, and moving towards me. As he got closer, his plushy soft belly, pushed into my side slightly, as picked up the honeycomb ice-cream, another calculating look on his face. ‘The honeycomb ice-cream should provide and nice sweet, creamy base for the stewed apples, and with the butter and brown sugar dulling down the sourness a little, but not getting rid of it; the combination should add a nice tart flavour.’

             As he moved back towards the stove with the ice-cream, Luke stopped for a second before turning back to face me.

‘Its pretty hot in here,’ another strange glint in his eyes, ‘do you mind making me a caramel milkshake?’

‘Sure, no worries,’ I said, kind of glad for a reason to get out of the kitchen. I didn’t know what had gotten into Luke or why he was looking at me so weirdly, kind of like he knew some secret of mine and he almost wanted me to know that he knew.

I busied myself making the milkshake, using salted caramel ice-cream; a lot of it. By the time I had finished it was closer to a really thick thickshake. Again that same thrill of arousal ran through me. I had always like guys that were plump and doughy, a guy with something to snuggle into, a guy you could sink your finger into their squishy middle. And I had more than my fair share of fantasies about helping guys grow their bodies, and fatten themselves up, whether known or unknown to them. Watching them overindulge, time after time, unable to deny their overindulgent urges as they stuffed themselves and swelled bigger, growing plump and supple, until they turn into soft warm butterballs.

As I said, I had clearly fanaticized about it, but this was the first time in real life, I had acted upon those urges.

I carried the “milkshake” back to Luke in the kitchen, only to find him licking the bowl that had held the chocolate ice-cream dessert. The one that had held the honeycomb was on the bench behind him; clearly licked clean.

‘Here you go Luke,’ I said putting it down next to him.

‘Thanks man,’ he replied, a sheepish grin on his face, ‘those desserts were just too damn tasty.’

‘Hey its better they be enjoyed than chucked out,’ I reassured him.

His smile grew bigger, the look that he had before creeping into his eyes again, coloured with a hint of mischief this time.

‘Yeah, definitely better, and they were definitely enjoyed,’ he said, giving his well-padded midriff a pat and rub, ‘even if I was already full from lunch before, they were too delicious to not eat even if they were fucking fattening.’

He kept eye contact, watching me, as he said that last bit, sliding his hand under his top and giving his bountiful abdomen a smack.

I straightened up, becoming slightly uncomfortable, despite this being something I would probably fanaticize about later.

‘Hey,’ I replied my tone a little stiff and measured, ‘you only live once, might as well do the things you enjoy while you have the chance.’

‘Too true,’ Luke said, as he grabbed the shake I made for him, take a big swig. ‘Mmmm, that’s pretty darn amazing Dan, what did you do to it?’

‘I used salted caramel instead of vanilla ice-cream.’

‘I think I need to start having more of these,’ Luke said, the smile still playing on his lips, ‘seeing as how much I’m enjoying it, and given what you just said.’

‘Haha,’ I laughed, not really sure how to respond and definitely feeling out of my comfort zone, ‘well I’m glad you like it. Anyway I better get back to work.’

With that I left the kitchen feeling like what had just happened was more of a dream than reality.

 Over the coming days at work I noticed a change in how Luke was behaving. His meals had increased to even larger sizes, and he was having at least two of my milkshakes a day, when I was on, sometime more if Cam the general manager, wasn’t around.

Luke had also added a special cake to the menu that changed daily, which he always saved a large piece of for himself. Also after closing, if there were any leftover pastries or pieces of the daily special cake, Luke would eat them or take them for himself, rather than offering them to Jay to take home. Sometimes if food came back half eaten, or there were any screw ups, he would wolf them down because “it would be fucking stupid to waste it just because they were too full to finish it.” When we worked nights, he would make five pizzas to take “home to the family” before cleaning up the kitchen. Two of them always made it into his stomach before he left.

If I thought he had put on weight when I came back after my break, it was nothing to how quickly he was rounding out in the month after. I would come into work after my four days of uni each week to see a bigger, softer, fatter Luke. The week after that weird encounter in the kitchen, I walked into work, and walked into Luke’s burgeoning belly, nearly knocking myself over with the force. Luke had to pull me into his body to stop me from falling flat on my back, his arms wrapping around my back, pressing me into his ample, plump padding to steady me.

After letting me go, and a few awkward comments, I got to see that during those four days he seemed to have acquired more heftiness, impossibly looking meatier and bulkier than this time last week. His black top was stretched tighter than it had been after the full day of stuffing himself last Friday, his ever broadening lovehandles and belly stretching it to the max. The rest of his figure had thickened to follow suit. The next three days of work, were scattered with moments of Luke, seemingly unintentionally while I was around, gorging himself and caressing his ever inflating barrel of fat. It was surprising how much food he was able to pack in to his gut while running a kitchen. If there was a bowl of chips to go out, any left would be devoured in a minute. If an order for French toast came up, an extra piece would be cooked and crammed into the black hole that had become Luke’s mouth.

By the end of Sunday, Luke’s black cotton top was stretched to the point of no return. Every time he turned or moved anywhere, the top would work its way up to unveil Luke’s deepening belly button. This made Luke take to wearing his chef’s jacket in order to cover up what his tops no longer could.

When the next Friday rolled around, and I was walking through the door to work, I was hopeful that there would be even more of my favourite chef. I wasn’t disappointed, when I walked in Jay was in the kitchen, getting ready for the day, I looked around to see where Luke was, before spotting him sitting at the table closest to my coffee machine.

He had his laptop in front of him along with a loaded plate, stacked with French toast, half a kilo of bacon and four scoops of honeycomb ice-cream; a large pitcher in front of him filled with something that looked like the consistency of cream.

As I approached the till I could see his legs spread wide, his butt overlapping the seat and his lovehandles sticking out past the back of the chair. After signing in I moved over to the coffee machine to deposit my water bottle.

‘Hey Daniel,’ came the words muffled with a mouthful of food from the right of me, ‘how was your week?’

‘Hey Luke,’ I returned, as a pivoted to face the hefty man, ‘it was pretty good...’ was all I got out before my eyes settled on the vision before me. Luke was leaning forward, fork laden with French toast, bacon and ice-cream, juices dripping from it as he moved it to his waiting mouth; his jaws open wide. The space between himself and the table was completed engulfed with the flesh of his corpulent stomach, the table digging into it a good inch. It was probably because he was sitting down that made Luke like he had thickened up immensely from last week, but none the less he was clearly wider and doughier than last week.

As his lips closed around the mound of food and the fork slid out, Luke’s cheeks puffed out looking full and plump; much chubbier than last week. Given his definite supplementation of his poundage from last week, and this clear display of gluttony it was no wonder I was staring.

As he swallowed the large chunk of calories in his mouth, he turned to look at me before licking his lips slowly.

‘That’s good to hear,’ he said, looking me up and down, before returning his attention to the spread before him; heaping up another fork load. ‘Get up to much?’

‘Nah,’ I offered up as I was shocked back into the real world, moving toward the office to put away my back. ‘Just the usual, uni and assignments; nothing special. How about you?’

‘That’s good,’ I heard as I entered the office, quickly depositing my back, before heading back out to the floor. ‘Pretty much the same for me, nothing special, just work and stuffing myself stupid.’

‘Oh okay,’ I said, not quite sure I heard the words that Luke had spoken correctly. I chose to ignore it and carry on the conversation. ‘Well a quiet week is good sometimes.’

‘Yeah,’ Luke snorted through an overfilled mouth, before swallowing. ‘Never hurts to have one now and then, especially when it means you can cut loose, overindulge and enjoy yourself.’

‘Yeah,’ was all I could say in reply. If I didn’t know better, I would say Luke was trying to goad me into commenting on his recent diet and physique changes. But I didn’t and he was probably just lacing some self-deprecation about his expanding waistline into conversation, to prevent others from doing it for him.

I went about my normal set up procedures, getting to cakes ready, and the coffee machine set up, while Luke ploughed through his plate. After the coffee machine was ready to go, I turned to Luke, to ask the already answered question of ‘coffee?’

‘Yeah,’ he replied, before standing up and moving over to the coffee pass. As he approached, I saw that he was holding the pitcher of cream. I gave him a perplexed look.

When he reached the pass, he leaned forward, letting fat roll out over the wood bench, directly in front of my hand. It was quickly covered by the warm cushy flesh of Luke’s stomach, I looked down at it, a shot of pleasure rising through me as I saw, that his middle consumed the bench top with easy and covered my hand completely, the front of it spreading out against my arm. After a second I pulled my hand back, his belly made a very soft plop as it was lifted up and hit wood where my hand had been. I moved my gaze to Luke’s rounded face, realising how close he was to me.

‘Sorry,’ he said looking anything but, ‘still getting use to just how big all my gorging seems to be making me become.’

I felt my breath hitch in my throat, it was like life was trying to taunt me, shoving my deepest desires in front of me, and teasing me with them. All with my head chef succumbing to his profession and gluttonous ways, blowing himself up massively into a swollen butterball and enjoying every step of his unrestrained, ever increasing growth into the oversized barrel of fat he was becoming; completely fine with the bulging expanse of weight he was gaining to the point of practically fattening himself up.

All the while I had to pretend not to be pushed to the point of agony while denying myself what I coveted when it was right in front of me.

‘Its all good,’ I replied, smiling and making a concerted effort not to take a step back or to sink my fingers into the plush flesh before me. ‘After all if you find something in life that you enjoy, you’d be stupid to not embrace it.’

‘Haha, yeah,’ Luke chuckled, pressing himself even more forward. ‘Anyway, what I wanted to ask you was, if you could make my coffee this morning with this? Someone didn’t put away the vanilla ice-cream last night so this was all that’s left, and I was thinking you could use it instead of milk for my coffee? I know its down right unhealthy and fattening, but as you’ve probably noticed, I am clearly pursuing anything that falls into those categories. And any help you could give with that would be greatly appreciated.’

There it was again, another comment about him feeding himself up and purposefully gaining, when would this dichotomy of pleasure and torture end?

‘I can try heating it up with the wand, but I don’t know how well it will work, it might be better to just pull a coffee shot and dump it in like an ice coffee.’

‘Give it a go, there are another three of these glasses in the fridge.’ He told me, handing it over. I started the process, pulling a shot, and pouring the melted ice-cream into a jug to froth it. It took longer to heat up given the amount of fats in it, and it was too thick to pour properly. But I did get a result pretty close to a large coffee.

‘There we go,’ I said offering the cup to Luke. He took a long swig, and grinned.

‘That is one of the best fucking things I every tasted, a little too sweet but still fucking amazing. I’m definitely going to reach my target of 10,000 today!’

You’re doing the whole 10,000 steps thing?’ I questioned him as he practically chugged the coffee down.

’10,000 calories, not steps’ Luke said looking directly into my eyes as he licked his lips clean. Again it was almost like he was trying to get me to bite and say “that’s not healthy, you going to kill yourself,” or “here let me help you make it 12,000.”

‘Fair enough, whatever makes you happy,’ I replied, again rising above the opportunity.

He laughed in my face, the smell of coffee and vanilla wafting on his breath. ‘You’re so fucking gullible; I was just messing with you man.’

‘Oh,’ the noise escaped by mouth, but I quickly covered by saying, ‘well my statement doesn’t change, whatever makes you happy, life is too fucking short to ignore the things you enjoy.’

‘Words I am living by,’ Luke said, walking to the kitchen.

 The rest of the day went by in a similar style. Luke glutted himself all day and during the evening. He may have been kidding with the 10,000 calories goal, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if he reached it or even overcame it. He drank all of the melted ice-cream, along with two other coffees, and his usual milkshakes, each one helping feed his augmenting weight gain. By days end his girth was realising his chefs’ jacket’s entire capacity. When he got into my car so I could drive him to the station, his lovehandles span exposed the fact that he was too wide to fit in my bucket seats, only with a resolute effort did he manage to squish in. Buckling in proved to be more of a hassle than last week, his swollen middle making it near impossible to reach the buckle.

This trend continued all weekend. It was like something had shifted in Luke two weeks ago, making him pursue this mission of gaining weight and fattening himself up into a thick, heavyset sphere of doughy flesh. Everyday seemed to bring a new level of intensity. It was not going unnoticed. Other staff members were talking behind hands about Luke’s sudden and fast weight gain. Even Cam the general manager, a rotund guy himself with a spare tire big enough for a truck filling his shirts, made sure to highlight the obvious, with jokes and remarks about Luke’s rapidly developing lard surplus.

“Jeez Luke, I think you need to get new shirts if you get any fatter the sides are going to split.” Or coming up behind him and squeezing Luke’s well cultivated lovehandles with a comment of “if these things get any larger you may not be able to fit through the door.” Another was “I’d keep an eye on your wifey Lukey-boy, because at the rate you’ve been fattening up, she might think you’re a cow and sell your beefy arse.” And of course I saved the best for last, “if you keep this up butterball, your beer belly is gonna be so big that if stood behind you sideways with my gut stuffed full, people wouldn’t be able to seem me at all.”

Of course Luke gave as good as he got, “yeah, I’m trying to out do that time you chugged so much beer that your button popped off your shirt,” and “that’ll be fine with me, I’ll have to copy you and walk through sideways.” In response to the comment about his wife, Luke came back with, “okay thanks for the heads up, but I’m all good, see my wife gets happier the bigger I get because she just gets even more of her amazing husband to love, unlike your girlfriend, who’s been telling me constantly to make sure we don’t give you anything to eat encase you get any fatter.” And of course this comeback was pretty awesome too, “why do you think I’ve been letting myself go this much, it’s so that when I stand in front of you, no one will have to see your fugly mug ever again, besides then I’ll have taken away the only thing you were good at, being the fattest here.” Afterwards they would laugh at each other and move on.

Weeks rolled by with the same pattern, I would come in after a four days away to find a larger Luke sating the growing monster attached to his waist with an overindulgent amount of fattening food. Over the three days of work, he would saturate his drowning metabolism in caloric soaked food, only adding more adipose to the thickening frame; filling the decreasing room in the clothes containing him. When he wasn’t trying to consume enough food to add yet another kilo, or doing his job, he was busy pushing my buttons. Comments about his intentionally burgeoning mass, and accidental body contact was slowly driving me crazy.

I would almost swear that he was turning himself into the jumbo sized embodiment of the dad-bod turned man-mattress, so that he could mess with me and my weird thing for watching guys get chunky. The things he said, the way he watched for my response, the way he kept rubbing his doughy flesh accidentally against me; it made me think he was doing all of this just to fuck with me.

But no one, not even someone like Luke, would be crazy enough to do that to themselves just to fuck with me. Or so I thought.

 Two months after that first eventful day in the kitchen with the ice-cream, it became apparent some people are that crazy.

I had finished my first semester of my masters, with great results. It was winter and work at the café had slowed right down. Two months of gorging and glutting had led Luke to become the largest employee at work; surpassing even Cam’s significant mass. That was something that Luke had made clear to me on the morning after he found out. Cornering me in the office and rolling up his top so that his gargantuan stomach was free to the air; kneading it like he did the pizza dough. He even went as far as grabbing my hands and sinking them into his immense pillowy middle, exclaiming “110kg, this is what 5kg bigger than the big man feels like.”

It felt amazing having my hands on his ponderous middle, feeling them settle into the creamy, malleable tissue surrounding his middle. Still holding my hand into his flesh, he slid them along to his substantial lovehandles as he leaned in, pulling me into his paunch; placing his lips next to my ear.

‘Imagine how much better this will feel when this thing is rounded out with another 10kg.’ He pulled back and smiled at me, ‘or I might as well make it 20 and make the whole number a nice big fat 50kg.’

After which he let go of my hands, gave his voluminous gut a slap and good jiggle, before smirking, covering it up and walking off as if nothing had just happened.

I stood there stunned, not willing to believe what had just happened. Luke was really bigger than Cam? He had put on 20 kilos that quickly? And that wasn’t the end of it, he was going for another 20kg load on top of that? That was insane, and what was even more insane was that he was now blatantly trying break me and make me confess my obsession with him growing fatter. After what he had just said, and how he just acted, I couldn’t help but think that part of the reason he was doing this was to make me admit to him that I found him overfeeding himself into a blimp irresistible and undeniably arousing. Even as insane and self-absorbed as that sounded it was the only explanation that my clouded brain could come up with. But as I set about work, and reality sunk back in, quashing fantasy, I realised how stupid that sounded, and pushed those self-indulgent thoughts to the back of my mind.

Another two weeks rolled by and Luke continued his now normal trend of steadily amplifying his corpulence. After the weird incident in the office, which I still wasn’t sure had really happened, Luke seemed to back off a bit when it came to keeping me aware of his accruing stockpile of unused energy being stored on his body. By backing off I mean returning to the same teasing statements and belly contact, but nothing as bold as unashamedly saying that he was planning on purposefully distending himself and bulking up another 20kg; like he did in the office that day.

It was pretty much as back to normal work could get when one of your colleagues was putting on as much weight as possible apparently just for shits and gigs. Roughly a week after the weight gain milestone of getting fatter than Cam, Luke was acting like his normal self for a change, aside from his now gluttonous eating habits.

Luke told me in one of our chats, that in two weeks his wife and kids would be going to visit her parents on the other side of the state for a couple of weeks, and that he couldn’t go with her because of Cam taking his holidays then. It was nice to be just talking normally about life rather than having Luke’s new behaviour impacting our interactions.

‘Which fucking sucks man, because we’ve downsized to only one car,’ vented Luke about the situation. ‘So I’ve gotta find a way of getting to and from work those two weeks.’

‘That is a pain,’ I agreed. ‘Well if you need a lift now home now and then after work, I’d be willing to give you a ride.’

‘Really?’ Luke sounded genuinely surprised, and a little shocked. ‘You would do that for me? Thanks man, I really appreciate the offer. I might have to take you up on that a couple of times though.’

‘Its no problem,’ I replied, ‘it’ll be nice to get to drive my car somewhere other than work or the gym for a change.’

Luke laughed at that.

‘Well thank you man,’ he said as he moved around the bench he’d been chopping up vegies on; extending a hand out to me.

I took it thinking it would be a handshake, but Luke pulled me in and wrapped his other arm around me in a one arm hug, pressing me into his chest.

‘Thanks buddy,’ he said is a deep soft voice, breathing deeply before disengaging the hug.

Those two weeks rolled past quickly, as did the numbers on the scales if the unrelenting enlargement of Luke’s size was anything to go by. By the weekend of his wife’s departure, I walked into work to see Luke struggling to get the studs on his new chef’s jacket to reach the holes. I had come through the front door, parking out the front so that people knew we were open, so I didn’t walk past the kitchen. I could see Luke standing in front of the pass, his hands trying to do up the jacket.

‘Are you sure this is my new jacket Jay, not one of my old ones?’ I could hear Luke asking, unaware that I had arrived at work. ‘Because I can’t get it to close.’

‘Yes chef.’

‘Fuck, well I guess its not that surprising considering the 10kg I’ve piled on in the last two weeks.’

‘You sure Ell is okay with you getting this big so quickly?’ I head Jay ask. ‘I mean, and not that I care about this, its your own fucking body you can get as fat as you want. But does she not care about it?’

‘Oh she fucking cares about it Jay,’ giving up for the moment and letting the white material hang open as he looked into this kitchen. ‘She’s worried about what this will all do to my health, but she doesn’t care about how it makes me look. Hell she even enjoys the fact that I’m so doughy now that I’ve become a human pillow for her and that I’m really warm to cuddle into on a cold night. We’ve talked about this, and she understands that this is something I’ve wanted to do for a while, and she’s okay with that. I just hadn’t expected or planned to blow up like a cream filled puff pastry so quickly and easily.’

‘So why is she going-?‘ Jay started to ask.

‘Oh we had this trip planned for a while but had never set a date,’ Luke said, returning to the studs on the jacket. ‘But its her mother’s birthday, so she decided now would be the perfect time. I’m kinda glad about that because as much as Ell love’s her mother, give her two days and she’ll be pissed off with her; but being stuck at work I won’t have to deal with it.’

‘Fair enough,’ was what Jay replied as I started to walk towards the kitchen, making sure to create enough noise to be noticed.

‘Morning Luke,’ I said as I neared him and the till to log in, ‘What’s been happening.’

‘Not a lot,’ Luke turned to me, letting the chef’s jacket fall open again, revealing his creamy white expanse. ‘Just struggling to squeeze this ball of lard into my whites.’

‘Oh so just the usual,’ I quipped.

‘Listen here you little,’ Luke said, pointing a chubby finger at me while taking a step towards me; making his exposed bugling middle jiggle.

Given what I had just heard and overcome with bold courage, I stepped forward too, placing my hands on either side of his protruding paunch, giving his warm, soft pillowy middle a squeeze. Part of me was tired of playing games, and taking his mental abuse; another part just wanted to get my hands on my growing obsession.

‘Come on Luke,’ I said, looking up into his eyes, ‘its not like you wouldn’t have said something similar, I just beat you to it. Besides its not like you’re proud of this growing mound being too big to squish this into your jacket, are you?’

I gave his ball-gut a shake, relishing the sensation of it rippling and swelling in my hands.

‘Smartarse,’ he said, taking a step forward so that his frontage pushed into my tight abdomen. He leaned in so that his face was closer to mine, staring me down. I returned his gaze without faltering. After a moment Luke blinked, before smirking, as if he saw something he liked, before he used his ballast to bump into me, forcing me a step back.

With that he walked into this kitchen the demand of ‘coffee’s when you get the machine set up,’ chucked over his shoulder; as if nothing had happened.

The rest of the weekend flew past quick, Luke after giving up completely on ever getting the chef’s jacket closed, swapped back to a newer black cotton top, that stretched to fit his tank as he filled it up throughout work.

Sunday came upon us. The day Cam started his two week break, and the same day that Luke’s wife and children left for their holiday. I was looking forward to Monday, with it being my day off, as the afternoon crawled by. We ended up closing at our actual closing time for the first time in a month. Luke was just finishing up the kitchen prep when I started to close down the rest of the café.

‘Hey,’ Luke said to me after Jay had just left, a plate with two burgers and a souvlaki on it in his left hand; the massive bowl used to season chips filled to the top in his right. ‘You know how you offered to give me a lift home if I needed one?’

‘Yeah,’ I replied, already knowing where this was going, ‘I can give you one today if you like. I just have to finish up getting this stuff done and then we can go.’

‘Cool man, thanks,’ Luke said, almost as if he was nervous. Something I chocked up to him asking me for a ride. ‘I’ve got some paperwork to do and my lunch to eat, so you just let me know whenever you’re ready.’

After half an hour of closing up and getting everything ready for the next day. I was ready to go. That had given Luke more than enough time to cram the burgers, souvlaki and chips in; the new food making his stomach expand out as it joined his first lunch.

‘I’m ready whenever you are Luke.’ I said to him, just as I signed out of the till.

‘Okay, I’m ready,’ he said, walking over carrying two bowls that had probably been heaped with ice-cream and fudge, dumping them in the sink on his way out.

When we got to my car, I put my bag in the back, Luke doing the same after pulling out two family sized chocolate bars. I got into the driver’s seat, as Luke opened the passenger door. Now a couple of things you need to know about my car, it’s a two door turbocharged hatchback, not exactly designed for big guys in any shape. The two front seats where bucket seats, designed to wrap around you.

The last time I had given Luke a lift to the station he had struggled to fit into the front seat and had been a month and several kilos lighter ago. Now he was easily 20kg heavier, I doubted he would fit into the strict width decided by my cars seat.

As I looked at the opening passenger door to see nothing but belly, I heard Luke mutter an “oh fuck” before his head appeared in the doorway.

‘Um,’ he said, ‘we didn’t think this through. I struggled to squish myself in before, there is no fucking way I’m going to fit in that seat now, I’m too huge.’

‘How about the back seat?’ I offered.

With there being little other choice, Luke moved the passenger seat as far forward as it would go, and started to jam himself through the gap. It was a tight fit, but eventually, with a bit of sucking in, he squeezed through into the back seat and got himself into a seated position.

I hopped out and closed the passenger door after adjusting the passenger seat as far forward, to give Luke more room in the back.

‘The middle seat had an armrest built into it you can use if you want,’ I informed him as I fired up my car.

‘No I can’t,’ he stated. I turned around to see that he was telling the truth, he was too thick, his sides spilling over where the arm rest would come down. I saw him struggling to find the latch for the buckle, his belly too oversized and cumbersome for him to be able to reach the right spot, which was hidden behind his meaty butt and thigh.

‘Here let me help you,’ I muttered as I leaned out of my seat and twisted around. It took a couple of moments, and a fair bit of manhandling his overgrown body, but eventually he was buckled in.

‘Normally I’d at least expect a guy to buy me dinner before letting him paw at me that much,’ Luke said light heartedly, most likely trying to easy his uncomfortableness, ‘but given how I fill up so much of this small space, it would be harder not to touch me, I think I’ll let it slide.’

‘Thank god,’ I replied as we drove out onto the road. ‘Because I’ve seen how much you can put away when you’ve already got food in there, and I doubt I’d be able to buy you enough food for dinner.’

‘You have no idea how true that is,’ Luke said, his mouth already filled with chocolate.

 The drive to Luke’s place only took 20 minutes. It was out of town, on a fair bit of land; the neighbouring blocks being paddocks. Kinda like my place. It was pretty big and modern looking. Once I had pulled up to the side of the house, as Luke instructed, I hopped out of the car and raced around to help Luke get out. It was a lot harder than him getting in, in the end I had to grab his hands and pull him out; using all of my strength. When he popped out of the car, I had to catch him and steady him, a difficult feat seeing as he was probably twice my weight, it nearly ended with him falling on top of me.

Once he had steady himself up, picked up the chocolate wrappers he had dropped and pulled down his top that had ridden up to his naval; he turned to me.

‘Thanks again for the lift man, and all the help with getting in and out of that shoebox of a car. Why don’t you come in for a drink?’

‘You’re welcome, sure I’ll come in for a drink.’ I said before pausing for a second. In a spur of the moment decision, I poked Luke in the chest, my finger being sinking, before speaking in mock indignation, ‘don’t have a go at my car, you never had any problems with it when I use to dropped you off at the station; before you blew up into an immense doughy butter-ball.’

Luke looked at me for a second before spluttering into laughter as my face broke into a smile. His mirth continued for a good 20 seconds before he stopped laughing and sighed.

‘Its good that you’ve finally started to relax about this,’ he said, his tone light hearted from the laughter. ‘Or I should say that I finally pushed you enough to crack a little. I’ve been waiting for this to happen. I thought I was never going to break through, you’ve been so stiff about everything.’

‘What?’ I replied, now feeling confused and confounded.

‘Come on let’s go inside.’ Luke said, getting our bags out of my boot, before walking over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side as he guided me to the door.

Once we were inside his house, taking the side entrance into the family room I asked the question again.

‘Finally relaxed about what?’ I asked again, this time more forcefully, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed, not wanting to let down my guard.

‘About this,’ Luke gestured to his gut. ‘About me, how did you just put it, “blowing up into an immense, doughy, butter-ball,” that was pretty fucking eloquent by the way.’

‘Wait, hold on a second, what do you mean?’ I said even more confused. ‘Explain what you mean about waiting for this to happen, and breaking through to me.’

‘Well, I’ve been waiting for your outer-walls to break for some time and for you to relax about me getting fatter, so that you could start to enjoy it as much as I have been.’

Luke took my facial expression as a sign to keep explaining.

‘Okay I’ll back track a bit. See I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like be a heavier guy and carry around a bit more weight. To let go, overindulge as much as I want and just let the pound’s pile on as much as they like. When I was an apprentice, my head chef had a thing for purposefully fattening up the new apprentices as much as he could. As he later told me, it was something his old head chef use to do to haze the new apprentices, and he found himself getting turned on by watching these young and fit newbies apprentices expand wider and thicker until they plumped up into proper chefs.

‘When I started my apprenticeship, I was a little bit shorter and about 70kg, two years later I had grown to 6”1 and chubbed to 95kg. All I can say is my head chef was very attractive and very good at convincing me to eat whatever he gave me, so by my second year, he was enjoying a more hands on perspective of my waistline expand.

‘Anyway, I finished my apprenticeship and lost the majority of the weight, dropping down to 80kg. But in the back of my mind I always had this wistful thought of what it would be like to just keep eating, stuffing myself with all the delicious things I was creating and plating up for others, getting to do what I truly wanted; creating amazing dishes and then enjoying as much of them as I wanted.

‘Those thoughts disappeared right to the back of my mind as life took its course. I got married, had kids, bought a house and got a mortgage. All things I wanted too, but all of those things pushed my most greedy and self-indulgent desire down and out of my conscious thought.

‘Three months prior to you starting work, that thought, that yearning to know started to come back. And during that time, I worked on adding a bit of padding to my middle. I had told El, ages ago before we got married about my stupid little fetish. Thought it was cute back then, and she didn’t have any problem when her hubby started to get a little bit chubby. She even told me, that seeing as we had settled down, that it would be okay if I embraced domestic bliss, especially if it helped me embrace some of my other urges.

‘Summer came and work picked up. I got busier, so I didn’t have as much time to indulge my tastebuds or my stomach. Then as autumn came upon us and work quietened down, my opportunity to pick up where I had left off had begun. So I started to enjoy myself again without concern for the consequences it would have for my body.

‘And I will say this now too, I never really thought about or cared about stacking on weight, I just saw it as an inevitable side-effect of allowing myself to savour the decadence I longed for in food. But I did kinda liked the idea of being heavier and having a body that matched my dominating presence in the kitchen.

‘So I started to eat up everything I wanted to, and my body piled on the extra weight quicker than I was expecting, but not really surprisingly given my access to a commercial kitchen and its large quantities of food. Then I saw how you looked at me when I wolfed down that ice-cream. I knew that look from my old Head chef. I knew what you were craving, what you desired. I knew that you wanted to see me blow out and overfeed myself senseless. I knew you wanted to see me grow bigger and softer. I could just tell, deep down that was what you wanted. That’s when something flipped in me, triggering the feelings I use to have when my head chef gave me that look.

‘I wanted you to look at me like that at every opportunity. I wanted you to embrace your desire like I had mine. I wanted to grow fatter and plumper for you, like I did for my old head chef, gorging myself even more to add the poundage you wanted to see on me.

‘And that’s what I did, after that day in the kitchen with the ice-cream, and then when you gave me that rich thick milkshake, my drive to eat, to gobble up everything I wanted to and more, flourished.

‘Each day I found myself pushing myself to consume more than the last. I tried to devour anything and everything. Every day you were away from work I compelled myself to destroy anything edible that I could, packing myself with as much food as I could; filling myself to the brim. All so that when you next walked through door you it would be inescapable to see how much huskier I had become since you last saw me.

‘I could tell it was working. Even though you tried to fight the opportunity I was giving you, it was obvious to me how my swelling collection of fat was affecting you. You tried to ignore it, but whenever I pigged out in front of you or made a glutton of myself, you couldn’t help staring at me. Your cheeks would flush and you would lick you lips.

‘But still you resisted your urges, ignoring what you wanted. Though not completely, those milkshakes of yours and those coffees you made with the “accidentally” melted ice-cream definitely helped me add more layers of padding to my body.

‘The funny thing is, if you had probably caved in sooner, given in to temptation. I probably wouldn’t have taken this so far and thickened up as much as I have. But you didn’t so I fucking pushed myself even harder, feeding on more, ballooning rounder and heavier by the day. Becoming voracious in my eating habits. Over nourishing myself became almost important to me as my own desires of indulging in all the delicious food I wanted. It was no longer a want to become fat enough for you, it was a need.

‘So I blew up even more for you, growing larger than even Cam. The day I told you that I was heavier than Cam, that I was fatter than that fucking lazy shit; I could see it. I nearly had you, the look on your face at hearing my weight, that I was 5kg fatter than Cam, I could see the shock on your face, the cracks were starting to show. The look of desire as I pushed your hands into my rotund gut was as clear as day light. In that moment I didn’t care about making you cave in to me, I wanted you to know what I was doing for you. How big I was going to become. I needed to break you.

‘But somehow you still didn’t break, your denial skills were strong, I’ll give you that. But finally these last 10kgs pushed you over the edge. And now here we are, standing in the open, with everything out on the table.’

As he said that last bit Luke started to move towards me, a look of hunger on his face.

‘I’ve been waiting a long time for this,’ his for deep and gravelly. As he moved closer to me, I could feel the heat radiating from his chunky frame.

‘But hang on,’ I said, still the self-deprecating master, trying to deny myself something that I couldn’t admit had already happened. ‘I never did crack about anything, you have no proof that this is what I want, you could have done this to yourself for absolutely nothing.’

As I was speaking his corpulent core started to push against my flat, toned one, bulging around my waist, as if his fat was trying to consume me as he leaned in to me. He brought his face down to mine, his smiling lips an inch away from me.

‘Yes you did, it may not have been the pour your heart out confession I wanted to get, but you broke outside, I could feel it, I broke you and now you are mine.’

As he spoke his weight continued to settle on me, building like the pressure that had been building inside me the entire time.

‘So this whole thing was about breaking me, getting me to be yours, to be under your control?’ I questioned my whole body quivering on the edge, but before I let go completely and gave in to the embodiment of hedonism enveloping me in his flesh, I had to know.

Luke brought his left hand up to my face, his thick palm covering the right side of my head in a caress. He looked deep into my face with the expression of the cat who not only got the cream, but guzzled all of it too. Then he leaned in even further, moving his lips to my left ear, his plump cheek pressing against mine as his lips brushed against my ear.

‘In case you haven’t noticed, I like to be in control of anything I need to or want to be. I like to hold all the power and once I figured your fetish out, I had to control it too.’

With that statement he returned his head to in front of mine, his forehead touching mind, his right hand coming up to join the left one on the opposite side of my head. Still looking into my eyes, filling my gaze with his clear grey-blue ones, he pushed his nose down, moving our lips closer until they were almost touching. Running his thumbs along my jawline, he spoke again, his lips brushing mine with the words that he all but breathed into me as a command.

‘Now just give in my little chubby chaser, and enjoy all the hard work and effort I’ve put in for you.’

With that he tilted his head and pushed his lips passionately forceful against mine. With my control and denial in tatters all around me, I succumbed to the man that had glutted himself so much, just to become my deepest fantasy. All the desire and want that had built up, and the pressure inside of me was swept aware in the wake of Luke’s embrace. As I submitted and yielded to the onslaught of his force, I relaxed into his embrace. Moving my hands hanging limp at my sides I slide them under his shirt, sinking them into his exorbitant fleshy sides.

As Luke felt me relax, he became more commanding in kiss, his lips forcing my further open before plunging his tongue into my mouth. The intensity of our embrace, the way he kissed me, it was almost like I was another flavour to taste, a new meal to consume. He was hungry for this, as much as I was, more so probably given his ravenous appetite. I pushed myself further into his encompassing supple flesh, sliding my hands down to where his lovehandles bulged the biggest, sticking out above his enormously round arse like overgrown juicy cushions.

I squeezed the soft doughy flesh, taking pleasure in the warmth and sponginess as I caressed them. This elicited a moan from Luke that vibrate through his body into mine. His tongue delved deeper into my mouth, almost filling it completely as his hands moved down slowly my waist pulling me further into the expanse of his body.

As he pulled me tighter against him, my hand slide up his back, bringing the t-shirt he was wearing with them. We broke apart long enough for me to get the material covering his voluptuous torso off and for him to rip open my shirt and pull it off my shoulders.

As his girth surrounded me with heat and skin contact no longer restrained Luke bent down even further, like he was trying to wrap me completely in his touch. His lips moved to my throat as he hunched forward, licking the beads of sweat that had gathered on my jawbone.

As he tasted my flesh he let out another deep moan, one that I joined into. This was more than I could ever have imagined. There was so much of him to grope at and feeling his mass so heavy against me, it was heaven, I was lost in the sensation of everything, the memories of how he fattened himself up, burgeoning fatter with all the food he covetously shoved into his gullet, remembering how much he had fattened up since I had met him, how colossal he was in comparison to me; dwarfing me with his size. And the numbers rang in my head, “110kg, this is what 5kg bigger than the big man feels like,” ‘Imagine how much better this will feel when this thing is rounded out with another 10kg, or I might as well make it another 20.” My breadth was speeding up. My heart pounding in my chest. Luke started to lick and kiss his way down my body, grunting as he got down on his knees while nuzzling his face in my arm pits, his tongue savouring the saltiness of my flesh.  

More words swirled around my brain, “its not that surprising considering the 10kg I’ve piled on in the last two weeks,” “or I might as well make it 20 and make the whole number a nice big fat 50kg.”

‘Say it,’ Luke said is deep, commanding tone filled with wanton lust, as he looked up at me while he undid my pants and took my swollen cock out; placing the tip on his bottom lip. ‘Say it, tell me how fat I am, how big I’ve gotten, how gigantic you want me to be, tell me the number that flashed at me this morning. Say it!’

‘Oh my god,’ I exclaimed, lost in ecstasy as he swallowed my meat whole, my hand moving to his head. ‘you’re huge Luke, you’ve been overindulgent and hedonistic, gorging yourself non-stop, storing the evidence of your gluttonous ways on your body for everyone to see. You’ve swollen fatter and fatter every single day for the past two months turning into a bulging, corpulent, potbellied ball of soft doughy flesh. You’ve out grown the very clothes that gave you the capability to turn yourself into this. You’re thickened up and become so wide compared to what you use to be and I can’t get enough of it. You’re so much bigger, there’s just so much more of you, and with every new day there’ll be even more. I want you to weigh twice as much as me. I wanna see your butterball blow up so much that you can’t reach around it to cook anymore.’

‘Say the number. Tell me how much I weigh,’ Luke mumbled around his mouthful of meat, before plunging it deep into his throat.

‘120kilos,’ I practically screamed, on the brink of complete ecstasy. ‘One hundred and twenty fucking kilograms of pure,  swollen jiggling fat.’

With that Luke took me over the brink, pumping me like a whipped cream can. When I shot my load, it was like I had unleashed a torrent. I just kept cumming, Luke’s cheeks bulging to hold it all in.

Once my entire body had stopped pulsating he pulled my cock out of his mouth and swallowed.

‘God that was a lot of effort for a protein shake,’ he said licking his lips greedily. ‘But the taste was amazing and totally worth it, especially given how fattening that one is. I better watch myself wouldn’t want to put on too much weight from having too many of them.’

I sunk down to the floor, lying on the cool tiles, my hand moving to Luke’s bulbous stomach, taking pleasure in the feeling of his belly underneath my hand.

‘So what now?’ I asked dazedly, ‘what do we do know? Where do we go from here?’

Luke just laughed as he la down beside me, ‘right now? We don’t think or worry, we just feeling and enjoy this ephemeral moment, and worry about everything else later.’

‘Sounds good to me,’ I let out in a lazy sigh. ‘How about we move to a more comfortable location and I relieve some of that pressure built up inside that massive tank of yours, I can see you whip cream siphon is ready to be squeezed.’

Luke laughed in response to that, his mirth his voluminous middle wobble beneath my hand. I stood and discarded my pants, shoes and socks, leaving me standing naked before the ponderous figure of the man who gorged himself fatter, to his swollen size just so he could conquer me.

I offered him a hand to steady himself on as he stood up. Once he was standing again, he pulled me into him, his hands squeezing my butt; pushing me into his flesh. As he kneaded my rear, Luke brought his face down to my level and pushed his lips against mine plundering my mouth with his tongue. After another long intense kiss, he broke it off, his tongue then licking a bead o sweat from the square of my jaw.

‘Mmm,’ he moaned against my neck, his voice vibrating through me. ‘It’s a shame I can’t swallow the rest of you, you taste so fucking good I just want to swallow you whole.’

I moaned, feeling myself stiffening again. After another long lick up my neck, Luke straightened up and released his hold on my body.

‘Come on,’ said as he clasped my hand with larger and plumper paw, pulling me with him towards the stairs next to the kitchen. ‘Let’s go upstairs and get more comfortable.’

As we moved passed the kitchen, I got a look through open doorway the pantry, its door wide open. On one of the shelves I saw some familiar looking boxes. Pulling my hand out of Luke’s, I padded quickly over to confirm my suspicions. Smiling to myself I grabbed the mint and white coloured boxes and moved back over to Luke.

‘Thought I’d grab snacks to help keep the tank fuelled up.’ I said, balancing the boxes against my hip, so that I could rub the expansive curve of the exposed belly before me. ‘After all you are a growing boy so we need to make sure you get enough to eat so that you can grow even bigger.’

Luke returned my smile after tearing his gaze away from the pastry filled boxed I was holding. ‘The only growing I’ll be doing with those Krispy Kremes is sideways, if I didn’t know any better, I would say that you’re trying to fatten me up.’

With a final rub and a light slap to his rounded side, I turned away from the corpulent man beside me, and started walking up the stairs. I climbed up three steps before I turned around to face him again.

‘Guilty as charged,’ I said, trying to sound seductive. ‘I just want to help you stay on trend, after all putting on some winter weight and getting fat is the in thing for fathers, and you’d hate look back in ten years to this time and regret not fully embracing the trend.’

‘Don’t you think I passed a dad bod a couple kilos ago?’ As he spoke Luke slowly climbed the steps to me, his mass making the step beneath my feet vibrate as his moved closer. He stopped with a step in between us, his heftiness making it impossible for him to move closer. As he opened his mouth to start speaking again, I quickly grabbed a donut from the top box I held and stuffed it into the opening.

             ‘That is true,’ I said as a kept pushing more of the pastry into his mouth as tried to mumble around it. ‘But I always felt the dad bod was more of an excuse for lazy men that didn’t have the discipline to either lose the weight or gain enough weight for it to be an actual impressive feat. I guess we’ll just have to start a new trend which actually involves hard work and dedication, I think the name “fattened up fathers” has a nice ring to it, shortens to FUFs nicely.’

             ‘I never really was one for following trends,’ Luke managed to say as he swallowed the last of the donut. ‘Setting them, however, is something I could get behind.’

             ‘Better get to work on it,’ I said as I quickly moved up the rest of the stairs to the second floor, turning to face the man filling the width of the stair well once I’d gotten there. ‘After all we only have 10 more kilos to go until we reach your goal of a nice round 50kg weight gain. I think that you weighing more than twice my weight is a good standard to set for your new trend.’

             Luke climbed the rest of the stair case, and was out of breadth by the time he reached the second floor. Once he caught his breadth, Luke took me by the waist and pushed me down the hall into a room with a large King bed. He took the boxes out of my hands and put them down on the bed before picking me up with surprising speed and ease. He tossed me onto the bed and clambered on after me. As I righted myself and flipped onto my back, Luke positioned himself on top of me, licking a long line up my body as he moved. His Butterball of a belly was so large that it dragged up my legs and up to my trunk as Luke manoeuvred his body so that his gorgeously plump face was hanging above mine. Already the warmth and heft of his body was weighing down on me and as he lowered himself down the pressure rose; pinning me completely to the bed with his mass and size. When his corpulent expanse would compress no further and Luke’s face was but an inch from mine; Luke finally spoke.

             ‘I like the plan,’ he said in between kisses. ‘Being twice as heavy as you make me feel powerful and horny, especially when you are already powerless now. Image what another 10kg would feel like pushing down on you, you’d there would be nothing you could do, are you sure you’re up to that challenge?’

             With a considerable effort I worked my hands away from where they had been pinned to my sides, until they were sticking out from under Luke’s colossal amplitude. Once they were free, I clamped them onto Luke’s doughy sides and used all the strength I had in my legs to push and roll use over. I took a fair bit of effort and I was panting by the time I had finished, but nevertheless I did managed to flip us over so that I was now on top of Luke; my whole body held above the bed by the enormity of Luke’s rotund middle. I had to literally clamber over his immense body so that I could look at him face to face; my body curving around his sphericalness.

             ‘I think I can handle it,’ I said before I grabbed a donut from the box and shoved it in his mouth. ‘I think you’ll be the one who’ll be powerless, once I feed you up to your fullest potential my doughy boy. Especially when your own you’re vast girth and tremendous corpulence will be very thing turning you into my helpless husky, marshmallow man. Opposed to me being your toy boy.’

             Luke pushed his body up, unseating me from my position atop him. Once he was upright with his midriff spilling onto and over his thunderous thighs, he pulled himself back until his was resting against the array of pillows at the head of the bed.

             ‘You’ve got some fight in you,’ I like that he said as he reached into the box and grabbed out a cream filled donut; taking a huge bite out of it. ‘Now quit this posturing and get over here and feed me.’

             ‘Fine,’ I replied as I moved to straddle his thighs and kneel in front of the round ball of flesh that mesmerised me. ‘Just remember you asked for this.’

             ‘You’re damn right I did,’ he quipped, as he handed me the donut before pulling me into his voluptuous body; his hands caressing my back and rubbing along my spine as I fed him the rest of the donut.

As he finished the rest of the donut, one of his hands slid down my back to grab my arse, pulling at it, before his slid a chubby finger against my hole. I gasped as he slid it inside of me, while his other hand moved to my head pulling me in for a kiss.

‘You keep fattening me up and do everything I want and I will give you pleasure you never knew existed.’

I moaned as his knuckled reached the outside of my whole.

‘Sounds like a plan, fat boy,’ I said as I pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes and run a hand down his plump and supple body. I echoed the statement again as I leaned back in and let his tongue hungrily plunder my mouth; allowing my weight to fulling sink into his as we deepened our embrace. It was going to be an intense week that was for sure.

To be continued….

My first weight gain fanfiction

Hey everyone, I've been wanting to do this for a while but never really had the guts until now, I've written a weight gain fan fiction based on the characters from BBC's Merlin and the link is below,

Please be nice!

http://bellyboy408.deviantart.com/art/You-need-to-keep-up-your-strength-1-491253369