Big Bobo

Big Bobo

GAY WEIGHTGAIN

“Oh finally, food. I need it!' Bobo parted his plump, brown lips and flashed his big teeth as the ordered food was placed on the table in front of him. The boys started eating with great pleasure.

There was talk about business deals, women and planned vacations, but Bobo didn't listen to it. He was too busy eating the king prawns and the carpaccio, two starters he always ordered when he went to this restaurant with Maverick and his friends. He eagerly picked apart the loaves of bread from the bread basket and ate them, spread with or without garlic butter. He was the youngest of the group, but that didn't matter to him. He was happy that he had found people who cared for him. Or rather, those people had found him. Exactly one year ago today, Bobo arrived in Europe after a long and dangerous journey with the hope of a better life. Ever since he was a child, he had big dreams of making a lot of money to support his family and dear friends, but as he grew older he discovered that his home country Ghana did not offer the economic opportunities to make his dreams come true. He helped his father and brothers on the withered land, the produce of which was barely enough to feed his family. They had no money and it was a miracle that Bobo was the only one of the children who had attended a primary school for a while, in a nearby village. He had to walk miles every day for this. Nowadays he sometimes wondered where he got the energy from back then. Bobo was eight years old when his mother died of an illness. He left school and helped his father in the fields again. When he was 15, two older brothers left for Europe. Life would be better there, they had heard. His father had tried to stop them, but his brothers went anyway. They would not survive the journey. A few years later his father died. A broken man who had lost too much. Then the civil wars started due to discontent and political instability. Bobo said goodbye to his remaining brother and sisters and despite their warnings, he too decided to seek fortune in Europe. He was almost 19 years old at the time.

“Look at him eating like a hog again!” said Steven, who looked up from his own plate and stared at Bobo.

The plate on which the shrimps were placed was already empty, as was the bread basket. The carpaccio was almost finished.

“Don’t you give him anything to eat at home?”

“It seems like it's getting worse,” Erik added, laughing.

He had followed Steven's gaze and looked at Bobo, who was trying to chew a big bite of the carpaccio with chubby cheeks.

“Oh, he's like a bottomless pit,” Maverick responded disinterestedly.

“No matter how much you give him, it's never enough.”

He carefully took another bite of the hot mustard soup he had ordered.

Bobo chuckled softly at the comments. He was already used to it. He simply liked food and enjoyed eating it. There were no signs that Maverick's friends found his eating behavior disturbing. Rather, they seemed surprised at his appetite and made him feel like he could do something special and that it was actually pretty cool. Steven looked at the empty bread basket and Bobo's chubby face for a moment, until Erik caught his attention with his own holiday plans and they too continued eating their starter.

As his father had warned his brothers, the journey to Europe did not go smoothly. Bobo was betrayed at the national border by other refugees, whom he had come to see as friends. He was arrested and tortured for days. The scars were still visible on his dark skin. It was pure luck that he was able to escape when he was being taken somewhere by truck. Several times he had had to hide in fear, without hope of help, not knowing where his journey would end. With wounded feet from walking for weeks, he finally reached the coast. The crossing was also not without danger. The sea was rough and the boat far too small for the number of refugees trying to reach Europe. Many people died of hunger, or fell overboard and drowned. But Bobo survived the crossing. Emaciated and with injuries, he reached the mainland again. Miraculously, his asylum application was approved. But Europe turned out not to be the paradise his brothers had told him about. It was difficult to find work and make new contacts. He discovered that not everyone accepted a dark skin color and that white natives were clearly favored. After wandering the streets for a few months, he met someone who could provide housing and a job. Giovanni was the first European to take care of him and even though he was a pimp who let his boys have sex with often much older men for money, Bobo felt safe with him. He discovered that Europeans thought he was a beautiful, black boy, with a large, meaty penis that more than made up for the scars in his skin. His swollen cockhead was especially appreciated. Customers regularly asked for him specifically and there were some who offered more than the price set by Giovanni. He had a lot of sex. Often unsafe, but he had never contracted an illness from it. He didn’t make many friends there either. His colleagues were not the most likeable guys and jealous of Bobo's member and profits made them want nothing to do with him. One day Giovanni called him over and introduced him to Maverick, a school friend. They clicked immediately and he was given away as a kind of gift. By now he knew that Maverick had bought him from Giovanni, but why? In any case, they had never had sex. Bobo didn't complain. He had a nice room in Maverick's villa, no longer had to have sex with strange men and was regularly asked out for dinner at Maverick's expense. So he didn't need a job. And after dinner he drove back to the villa with Maverick. 

Bobo got into the car with an overfull stomach. The food had been too good again and most of the guys’ talk was about nothing. Maverick took the time to say goodbye to his friends. The sun had already set when they finally drove along the highway to the residential area where they lived.

*

Irritated, Bobo threw another shirt on his bed and dug through his wardrobe for another shirt. He was looking for something that still fit. He had gained a lot of weight in the past six months. There was nothing left to see of an emaciated body upon arrival in Europe. He didn't know how much he weighed at the time, but the scale in the bathroom now read just over 220lbs. The clothes he wore at the time were still in a corner of the closet as a reminder, because they no longer fit. Maverick with his dinner parties all the time! This was his fault! Bobo smiled when he saw his body in the large mirror that was diagonally next to the wardrobe. He turned his body for a moment and looked at himself from the side. His stomach bulged considerably. He didn't mind having gained weight. Fat people are fat because they are doing well, he had learned from his parents. He was doing well too, but he found clothes that were too small annoying. He didn't want to walk down the street with a belly bulging under his shirts. And buttons popping off his blouse, he didn't want that anymore either. The boys had laughed at him when he ate so much again that his stomach looked like a big balloon and felt so hard you could break a brick on it. He had only worn that blouse once before. It still fit then. He bought trousers a size larger in advance, because he now knew that he would grow into them anyway. Those dinners were just too delicious to pass. Bobo was not the only one who saw that he no longer had the slim figure he used to have. The boys frequently commented on his weight and size. He was not only the youngest, but also the heaviest of the group. He wasn't very tall either, at 5'9. Erik had once indicated that he thought Bobo looked better than when they first met, but that was 2 months ago when he was 20lbs lighter. Steven, who was the tallest at 6'3, often called him a little black ball, but Steven was always sarcastic and a bit arrogant. What he said should not be taken too seriously. Fortunately, Bobo didn't mind. But wait, speaking of Steven... Steven had brought an oversized shirt from America where he was on a business trip as a joke for him. One of those shirts that bodybuilders wear. Bobo dug around in his closet again, behind the shirts that probably no longer fit and took out the beige oversized shirt. At the time he didn't know what to do with it, but now… He pulled the cloth over his head and helped it over the rest of his body. It looked pretty good, he saw in the mirror. Still a bit too big, but not disturbing. And it was no longer noticeable that his stomach was bulging considerably. Bobo proudly left his bedroom and took the stairs down.

'Hey Bobo, friend! Are you coming out to dinner with me and the boys again tonight?”

Maverick sat on the large white couch and glanced up from behind his tablet, waiting for an answer. His hair was combed back tightly again and the clothes he wore were always from a well-known, expensive brand.

Bobo sighed.

“Eating out again?” he thought, realizing that he had just found himself throwing away half his wardrobe.

'Where are you going?'

“To that burger joint on the Mall,” Maverick replied, looking back at his tablet.

'Nothing fancy. You don't have to come along.'

Bobo sighed again and walked to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. That burger place was very good. Much better than a McDonalds or a BurgerKing. His stomach began to growl softly as he thought about it.

“Oh, how weak I am,” he thought.

'I'm coming along. Nice to see the boys again.'

The first time he met Steven and Erik he thought they were strange guys. He had only just moved to Maverick after a period of prostitution and had to get used to the customs of European people, the food and the climate. They were also in a restaurant at the time and, he later realized, Maverick had not informed them at all about his new roommate. Steven addressed Bobo as 'blackie' or 'brownie', as if he wanted to make it clear that he was a superior, until Maverick confronted him with his foul language. At times the two seemed to be engaged in an eternal power struggle to win the title of 'Alpha'. Yet they were two very different types. Steven was a married businessman who traveled a lot. Maverick was a rich man's son, had no partner and no business, although he said he always had projects underway. Erik was a completely different person. Much softer and a dreamer. From the beginning he was interested in Bobo's stories, who had shared bits of his past and his journey with him over time. Erik didn't have a partner either, but he didn't mind being single. He enjoyed the freedom that this brought. When Maverick thought Erik was getting too close, he confronted him, saying that he had paid for Bobo and that Erik shouldn't take all the attention. Even though he didn't understand where the comment came from, Erik did as he was told. He wasn't rich and knew that sometimes it was wiser to blindly do what Maverick said than to go against it.

*

“Ah, that's my shirt!” Steven shouted through the burger joint, as he stood up from a bench against a wall behind a table with a big smile.

Some people looked at him, clearly wondering why the man was screaming so loud. They followed his gaze to Bobo, who followed Maverick through the restaurant, pretending not to be stared at. After a year in Europe, he still did not feel comfortable being the only colored person among white people. He looked at Steven with a fake, broad smile and nodded once.

“Be normal, man!” said Erik, who was so shocked by his tablemate next to him, he had spilled coke on his pants.

“It's just a shirt.”

“Well, I really like this,” Steven said when Maverick and Bobo had taken their seats across from him.

“I thought you didn't appreciate the joke and threw it away. It's cool that you're wearing it now.'

“And it looks good on you too,” Erik added.

“Guys, I'm hungry,” Steven said before Bobo could respond.

He took the brightly colored menu that was on the table in front of Erik and started going through it, as if it was his first time he ate at this burger joint. From the other side, Bobo eagerly looked at the photos of the burgers and side dishes. His mouth watered at the thought of his favorite burger. Or would he go for a different one this time? Or would he order his favorite burger and another?

“I'll pay,” Steven said suddenly, after he had made his choice and given the menu to Erik.

“I'm in a good mood today, so take advantage of it.”

The others looked at him in surprise. Steven was normally not a generous giver. It turned out that his cheerful mood had nothing to do with the shirt Bobo was wearing, but with a million-dollar deal he had managed to make yesterday and the associated commission. Erik and Maverick quickly made their choice. Especially now that they knew Steven would pay, they had opted for a more expensive version of the hamburger they normally chose. Bobo was still deciding between his favorite hamburger or another one. He thought both were rude to Steven, but Maverick urged him to have two burgers. After all, he didn't have to pay for the change.

“Just get three,” Steven said suddenly, annoyed by Bobo's indecisiveness and therefore having to wait longer for his food.

Bobo looked at him questioningly. Did he mean that?

“Yes, get three,” Erik said enthusiastically.

Maverick followed suit and urged Bobo to order three burgers and some sides.

Three burgers and side dishes? Bobo reeled at the thoughts. All those goodies, just for him. He hurriedly looked at the menu again, when Steven indicated that if he didn't make a choice quickly, he would do it for him and when the waiter came, Bobo quickly gave his order.

The boys looked curiously at the three large plates in front of Bobo, as if they were all thinking the same thing; is he going to eat it all? To save space, some smaller bowls with ordered side dishes such as extra fries, chicken wings and spicy cheese balls were placed on the plates. It just barely fit on the table. Bobo didn't give the boys much attention. His thoughts were on hamburgers, all of which looked delicious. While Maverick, Erik and Steven took their knife and fork, Bobo grabbed the first hamburger in his big hands and took a big bite out of it. What a party! Only after he had eaten half of the hamburger, alternating it with chicken wings and cheese balls, did the others start eating and the usual conversations about business deals, women and vacations started. Every now and then they watched from the corner of their eyes as Bobo feasted on all the food. The first plate was empty again. Even the fries and garnishes had disappeared into his stomach.

“I'm going to film this,” Maverick said suddenly, taking out his phone.

Bobo looked up, startled. Was it so special that he ate hamburgers? With a chicken wing half sticking out of his mouth because his cheeks were too full of hamburger and fries to fit in completely, he looked at Maverick. His phone was almost shoved in his face and the boys laughed.

'Look at that man. Can you push it in even more?' Steven asked.

Bobo swallowed the lump of food in his mouth with difficulty and pushed the chicken wing down. He smiled. This was so delicious that it demanded to be eaten quickly. The boys had finished their plates when Bobo started on the third burger. Most of the bowls were also empty and the waiter had already removed them to create space on the table. Bobo sighed. He was actually already full and had unseen unbuttoned a few buttons on his pants.

“You'll eat it,” said Steven, who had noticed that Bobo had already reached his limit.

“I don't mind paying, but I do think it's a shame to throw that hamburger in the trash.”

“Come on Bobo,” Maverick chimed in.

With his phone he zoomed in on the hamburger, then on Bobo's sweaty face and then on his swollen belly that was clearly visible even through the large shirt he was wearing.

“You're not a sissy, are you?”

“Do I look like I'm not going to eat it?” replied Bobo, who was still looking forward to the hamburger despite the pressure in his stomach.

He took the burger from the plate with one hand and took a bite.

“Oh, wonderful…” he thought.

As his stomach protested, there was only one thought in his mind; more!

He greedily ate the hamburger, the fries and the garnish.

While the boys cheered him on, Bobo continued to eat until he swallowed the last bite. Panting slightly from exertion, he leaned back and gently rubbed his stomach. It felt like it was filled with cement, inside and out. The large shirt was tight around his waist. The others ordered another drink. Bobo skipped for fear that his stomach would burst after just one sip. He had eaten too well and was uncomfortably full. Even breathing became difficult because his stomach pressed against his lungs and he was happy when it was decided to go home. Not only the boys, but also others stared at him as he passed by. He looked pregnant with triplets. Steven made a sick comment about it, Erik supported him and Maverick had taken out his phone again to film Bobo struggling to get to the car.

*

The next morning, most of the pressure in his stomach had disappeared and Bobo was longing for a tasty breakfast again. While getting dressed, he thought back to those rare moments in Africa when there was enough food. A big eater, he had apparently always been that, evident from those moments. People would gather around him and cheer him on. When he was 10 years old, he ate so much at a cousin's wedding that everyone thought he needed to go to a hospital. But hospitals were far away, so his father had carried him home, fearing for his life. Bobo had been very ill for several days and despite his family fearing for his life, he had recovered well. But how angry his father had been. Not at Bobo, but at the family members who had encouraged him to eat more. They had promised him not to do it again, but it happened more often in secret. Especially the cousins ​​who were under the age of 20 loved seeing how much he could eat and despite the near death experience and the painful feeling of too much food in his body, Bobo continued to eat whenever he had the chance. Especially when he was encouraged. Erik had once suggested that he should participate in eating competitions, but that idea was immediately dismissed by Steven, who did not see the point of such competitions and steered the conversation to famine in third world countries. Bobo thought it was hypocritical that he came up with this. In the end he also sat with them at a restaurant at least once a week, helping himself to meals that others would not have thought possible. Bobo knew all about it. In Europe everything was more extensive and bigger than in Africa. He had not accepted Erik's idea. Despite being African himself, Bobo did not take famine into account. He had suffered from hunger himself and was grateful that this was now over. However, he had difficulty being encouraged by strangers. In his experience, eating was not something to be seen as a competition. You have to enjoy it. Besides, there were no eating contests in the area. He had quickly looked that up.

His memories of earlier times were rudely interrupted when Bobo walked to the kitchen to make breakfast. Maverick sat on the white couch and immediately made it clear that Bobo would have to eat breakfast somewhere other than the dinner table or the living room. He was expecting a visit from Steven and private matters needed to be discussed. Bobo looked up, somewhat startled. Since when was he not welcome when Steven or Erik came to visit. They didn't come that often as they mostly met in a restaurant, but until now Bobo was always allowed to be there. They were his friends too, right? But it was still early and he didn't feel like arguing, so he made a breakfast consisting of a large bowl of yogurt with slices of fresh bananas, eight slices of bread with butter, a thick layer of peanut butter and a slice of 'normal' cheese and a large glass of orange juice. He hardly ever drank coffee or tea. The doorbell rang as Bobo prepared to walk back to his bedroom with a large and full tray. While eating, he thought back to the good times in Africa and wondered if he would ever see the family members and friends he had left behind again. When he had finished eating, he pulled a thick bar of milk chocolate from a drawer of his desk that was full of chocolate bars, and ate it with gusto.

Maverick was talking to Steven in the living room. He had his best friend come over to discuss an idea with him that had been on his mind for the past few weeks. After living with him for six months, the excitement was gone. He was referring to Bobo. And that's why he thought it would be a good idea to revive the excitement with a force feeding session. Bobo loved to eat, right? Steven remained silent for a moment, then burst out laughing. A what? Force feeding is what they do with geese. Maverick also admitted that he posted the videos of Bobo during dinner on a closed YouTube channel. He showed Steven the reactions of people who were shocked by his appetite. Yesterday's video, in which you can see how Bobo ate two hamburgers and the knowledge that he had also finished a third, is especially popular.

“People are not right in their heads,” Steven said.

“How can this be popular?”

“No, that stupid nigger,” Maverick replied.

'He just keeps eating, man. Might as well make it commercial, right?”

Steven confirmed this line of thought. If you could make money somehow, then you should do it. It was clear to him that the excitement that Bobo once brought was now gone and if his schedule allowed it, he would be present at the force feeding session. He would also invite Erik so that Maverick could concentrate on organizing it. After briefly talking about some of Steven's business associates, he said he might know of a way to increase the excitement in Maverick's life again. Giovanni has found a new boy. A sturdy Surinamese who turned out to be quite smart.

*

Bobo rubbed his stomach painfully and yawned loudly. He didn't sleep well last night. Several times he had woken up to the smell of his own farts and had to exchange his bed for the toilet. He had probably eaten something bad the night before, during a dinner with the boys, or perhaps he had eaten too much again and his body could no longer cope with the large amount of food. More and more often they would encourage him to chew down three, four, and once even five plates of food. He succeeded again and again, but not without consequences. The scale today read 243lbs. His jeans were all too tight, so he only wore sweatpants. The stretch fabric stretched comfortably with his growing size and the large oversized shirt Steven had given him was quickly becoming too small. His stomach started to gurgle violently again while putting on bright yellow sweatpants and with his buttocks clenched, Bobo stumbled to the toilet. Erik had said that bright colors looked good with his black skin color, but he didn't have much time to think about it. With a symphony of gurgling sounds, Bobo emptied his bowels again, wondering how there could still be so much in them after all the toilet visits he had already made. With difficulty he wiped his anus clean, because not only his belly had grown bigger, but also his buttocks. The painful intestinal cramps disappeared and although Bobo hoped that this outburst in the toilet would be the last, he was also looking forward to breakfast. Clumsily, to prevent his underwear from rubbing against his chapped anus, he walked downstairs to make breakfast in the kitchen. The shirt he was wearing was a little too small, exposing a bit of his underbelly, but Maverick didn't comment on it. He seemed busy at the dining table, taking notes on a writing pad. Bobo was surprised that he was not using his tablet, but when he wanted to see what Maverick was writing, he quickly closed the writing pad.

There were voices from the kitchen and the clatter of metal pans. Bobo saw that the door at the back of the kitchen, which led to the chef's kitchen, was open. Strange, because since he moved in with Maverick, that kitchen had never been used.

“Are we having a party?” he asked as he walked to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Maverick had opened his writing pad again and was looking for the page he was writing on.

“Yes, certainly,” he replied without looking up from his writing.

'A very special party. I'm excited.'

Otherwise he remained silent.

Bobo shrugged. Why was Maverick doing strange again? He didn't want to say what the reason for the party was, but when Bobo curiously stared from the doorway into the chef's kitchen and saw three chefs busy, he knew that the party would cost quite a bit. With the large tray filled with a large bowl of yogurt, 8 thick slices of bread, 6 pancakes with blueberry sauce and a glass of orange juice, he walked to the dining table. Maverick still didn't say anything, so Bobo started eating his breakfast in silence. After the last bite, his stomach started to rumble again.

Bobo had spent most of that day on his bed, until suddenly there was a loud banging on his bedroom door. It was a happy and excited Maverick, who came to get Bobo for the party. Bobo preferred to stay in bed. He wasn't feeling well and wasn't in the mood for a party, but when Maverick hinted that he had organized the party for him and that there would be lots of good food, Bobo had no choice but to leave his bed. Maverick pulled him by the wrist into the hallway before he could put on the sweatpants he'd thrown on the foot of his bed. According to Maverick, clothing was not necessary. The skimpy underwear he was wearing was enough. Bobo protested, but was rudely pushed down the hall, down the stairs, through the living room and past the kitchens where the cooks were still busy judging by the sounds coming from them. Maverick chuckled softly as they reached the stairs leading down to the basement. Before Bobo could ask anything, he was almost pushed down the stairs. The basement was dimly lit and Bobo wondered what was going to happen. He thought it was strange that he had to go there in just underwear. This way everyone could see his fat body, something he preferred not to do. Then he saw a large wooden table, well lit by the lamp hanging above it. The table was full of food and dishes. A whole turkey, nicely browned, lay in the center like a showpiece. Now Bobo could smell the wonderful scents coming from it. Four guys sat at the table. He recognized Erik and Steven. The other two were unknown to him. They wore normal clothes. The atmosphere was electric, as if something exciting could happen at any moment. Maverick led him to the largest chair and took the seat next to it himself. What a strange party, but all that food looked very good. Bobo's mouth watered again and he immediately wanted to taste what was in the bowls and of course that beautiful turkey, but all eyes were on him, making him feel uncomfortable. Maverick had placed his phone on the table in front of him and everyone seemed to be waiting for a speech.

*

“Eat…eat…eat!” the guys shouted in unison, while Bobo shoveled another spoonful of potato gratin into his mouth, followed by a piece of salmon steak.

He had not been given a plate, so he ate directly from the bowls. Maverick had not given a speech. A party for Bobo, where he could eat anything he wanted, was all he said. The two new guys had briefly introduced themselves, but what they were doing there and what their connection was with Maverick, Bobo didn't know. The guys had enthusiastically pushed some bowls and plates in his direction. That was the moment Bobo couldn't hold back anymore and started eating. He had never seen so much food in one place. The colors and smells drove him crazy. It really tasted fantastic. Much better than the burger joint and actually better than many restaurants he had eaten at in the past six months. Maverick must have rounded up the best chefs to prepare this for him. Bobo felt special. Never before had anyone arranged something like this for him. Large chunks of meat on one of the skewers disappeared hastily into his mouth. Another salmon steak and a big bowl of fried rice. Then a piece of the turkey. It tasted heavenly with a juicy and soft texture. A good combination with a piece of the roulade, which he had found behind the plate of salmon steaks. He carefully took a small sip of Coke. He didn't want to have to give up all the tasty food because his stomach became full of carbon dioxide. The guys kept shouting at him and Maverick had turned on the movie camera on his phone from the beginning. Sometimes he would get up and walk around Bobo with the device to film him from a different angle. Bobo was the only one who ate. He had asked if the others wanted anything, but they unanimously quoted Maverick. It was his party today. Actually, Bobo didn't mind not sharing his food at all. This was all just for him and no one else.

“Okay guys, what are we betting on?” Steven suddenly shouted enthusiastically across the table.

“I'm sure he'll never finish it all,” one of the new guys replied.

“You guys talked about him, but that's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?”

“I think he'll clear this table,” Erik said.

"I'll put in 1,000 euros."

Maverick looked at his guests.

'I'm sure he'll eat it all. Including dessert. 10,000 euros'

With a wicked smile he looked at Steven, who looked back with a dark look.

The guys discussed maximum human eating limits, exaggerated expectations and their commitment to the bet that quickly ran into thousands of euros.

Bobo didn't care about it. He quickly continued gobbling the food, afraid that it would cool down. Suddenly one of the chefs appeared at the bottom of the cellar stairs and replaced the empty dishes with full ones. New dishes that also had to be tasted. The boys encouraged him again, even more wildly than before, because now there was self-interest involved. Everyone wanted to win the bet. The new guys still joined in, expecting Bobo to never finish all this food and dessert. Maverick was walking around the table with his phone, when Bobo leaned back in his chair and rubbed his overfull belly.

'I can’t anymore!'

The guys shouted even louder for him to continue eating and banged their fists wildly on the table. Bobo let out an almost inhumanly loud belch, which echoed through the empty basement. A silence fell. The boys looked at each other in shock, afraid Bobo had already eaten himself to death. As nothing weird had happened and massive belches were a most normal thing, Bobo reached over to the table and put another piece of meat in his mouth. The boys shouted enthusiastically again.

“Now I'm really full.”

But before he knew what was happening, Maverick tied his wrists and ankles to the chair and kicked off phase two of the party. The guys got up from their seats, took some of the dishes on the table in their hands and gathered around Bobo. While Maverick filmed the scene, the boys started stuffing the food into Bobo's mouth. Bobo struggled as much as his tense stomach would allow, as handful after handful of food was pushed into him. The boys laughed out loud with excitement. They seemed to enjoy feeding someone to an explosion level. It didn't take long before the plates and bowls on the table were empty and even most of the turkey had been eaten. Bobo didn't get much rest. While he was panting hard from exertion, with a belly as big as a beach ball and hard as a rock, he was hidden behind a sheet, when a chef brought dessert. A large bowl full of custard pudding topped with whipped cream and different fruit sauces was placed on the table. Maverick motioned for the chef to go. He was probably afraid that Bobo would start talking and that his party would be discovered. But Bobo didn't talk. He was so painfully full that he couldn't say anything anymore. When the chef left, the boys dived for the bowl to be the first to feed Bobo.

“Look, that thick black belly button is completely popping out!” shouted one of the new boys.

“Yes I see. I'll stop,” Erik said.

'This isn't fun anymore. A bit degrading even."

He walked back to his seat and started playing on his phone.

Bobo felt his growing belly pressing on his thighs. He could hardly breathe, but the boys kept feeding him. His head was spinning.

“Just keep going guys,” Maverick shouted, laughing as he zoomed the camera out so that Bobo was completely in the frame and only his friends' hands were visible near Bobo's mouth.

'He doesn't have to survive. His body is being stored away, that has already been arranged. Don't be afraid and just keep going. You too Erik!'

But Erik pretended not to have heard Maverick and remained with his phone in his hand. Every now and then he looked up at the boys and Bobo's visibly expanding belly.

*

How Bobo managed to get it all away is still a mystery, but he was still strapped to the chair and had not burst. The bowl was empty and the boys looked at each other, then at Bobo's face covered in pudding, then at the huge belly. The skin was stretched tight, like a balloon with too much air in it and ready to burst at any moment. As a precaution, the boys had gathered behind the table where they could take shelter if necessary. Maverick had won the bet, but he still didn't seem satisfied. Bobo was still breathing. He had his eyes closed and was no longer aware of what was happening in the basement. Steven gathered his courage and walked to Bobo, after which he carefully placed his hand on his stomach. Immediately there was a loud gurgling sound. Steven ran back to the others and hid behind the table. A deafening belch, even louder than the first, escaped Bobo's mouth. Startled, Maverick looked at the basement stairs. If the chefs came to see where the noise was coming from, they would catch them. With wide eyes they looked at the large, black mountain with a bulging navel, from which a deep and loud rumbling came. Bobo opened his mouth and another loud burp made the guys look up in shock.

Unexpectedly, a thick stream of yellow pudding sprayed from Bobo's mouth through the room, over the table and onto Steven. Gagging at the filthy scene, he tried in vain to wipe the yellow blobs off his clothes. One of the two new guys screamed. Bobo hung lifeless in the chair like a rag doll with an absurdly large belly. His stomach continued to rumble loudly, as if a drum band were passing by in the distance. Maverick had hidden in a dark corner of the basement, his phone still ready to film what would happen. Another loud burp and a thick jet of pudding flew through the basement, which the guys dodged just in time. Erik had already taken cover under the table with one of the new guys. They waited anxiously. For a moment, Bobo's stomach was still, and just when they thought the danger had passed, there was an unnatural roaring sound, growing louder by the second. In a reflex, the almost unconscious Bobo clutched his stomach. Steven and the other new boy also dived under the table.

'Oh shit! Now it's happening!' shouted one of the new boys.

Bobo groaned painfully and tried to sit up. He failed due to the size of his gut and a lack of strength. He gasped for air as he fell back into the chair. He groaned again, loud and painful. The roaring sound in his stomach filled the room, then something happened that neither of the guys expected. First came the gurgling sound of an unhealthy fart. As if Bobo's intestines had separated from his stomach and were filled with fluid. It gave off a pungent smell of rotting meat and eggs that made Steven, who was still covered in pudding, gag again under the table. Now that the fun was over, the guys had only one wish: to leave the villa as quickly as possible and never return. Then they could pretend this never happened. That they had not deliberately led someone to death. The only one who seemed to enjoy it was Maverick, who was still standing in the dark corner. Occasionally his soft chuckle was hearable. It was quiet for a moment, but when one of the new guys attempted to crawl under the table and leave the basement, another burp sounded, almost immediately followed by a fart. A soft one this time and just when the guys thought it was over, Bobo opened his eyes wide and shot up as far as the straps holding him to the chair would allow with a loud yelp. Under high pressure, a brown liquid sprayed from between his legs into the room. Volley after volley, heralded by a primal scream, the brown goo flew in all directions. Over the table, over Steven and the new guys under the table, but most of it flew into Maverick, who had not taken shelter and was completely covered. A foul smell like that of sewage filled the room. Steven threw up on the new guy sitting next to him. The other new guy started to cry. Only Erik remained calm. He was lucky to be in the right corner where he didn't catch as much of the diarrhea as the rest. Except for a few brown spots on his pants, he stayed dry. A smile of redemption appeared on Bobo's face.

“Greak nigger!” Maverick shouted from the dark corner in which he stood.

He briefly wondered whether he should continue filming while he tried to avoid the splashes. He wanted to punch Bobo, but the shit just kept coming. It took at least 5 minutes before the jets of diarrhea diminished in strength, but by then everything was already covered. Now that the cramps were gone, Bobo was slumped back in his chair. The two new guys ran out of the basement, away from the villa. Maverick could only hope the chefs hadn't seen them. He clumsily kicked the ankles of a fainted Bobo. He was supposed to die that night, not shit on everyone. While he made a plan with Steven to clean everything up without being noticed, Erik opened the straps that held Bobo's wrists and ankles to the chair and carefully pulled him to his feet.

“What a scandalous evening this was,” he said with a smile, as if he had really enjoyed it.

Bobo slowly opened his eyes when he heard Erik talking to him. With his help he got out of the chair, but his stomach had become too heavy to walk properly. His legs could no longer hold the weight so Erik supported him. Maverick and Steven paid them no attention as they laboriously climbed the basement stairs. While Bobo recovered from the climb on the top step, Erik dismissed the chefs and helped Bobo to his room.

*

Bobo lay helpless on the bed. His whole body ached, especially his stomach that towered over him. He was shocked when he felt a strange lump on the top of his stomach and thought it was a hernia. On closer inspection it turned out to be his belly button, which bulged out quite a bit. He had discovered it by feeling, because he could no longer get up. Erik had helped him onto the bed and then left again. His heart was beating wildly and he could hardly breathe. He felt his strength draining away and he was at the mercy of the elasticity of his stomach and his body's digestive mechanisms. With his eyes closed he thought of Africa. Of his parents, whom he missed terribly every day. Of the simple life he had there, on the land. He wondered if his friends still played football. If they were even still alive. He had seen many people die there, from hunger or from corruption. His friends and family members were no exception. One day he wanted to be rich, to be able to provide for them all. He was proud when he was accepted at the University of Ghana, shortly before he left the country. He was the only one in his family who would attend university. His father would have been proud too, he was sure of that. Soon he became part of the university's athletics team. He was by far the fastest. He had always had a strong, athletic body because of his hard work in the fields. And he was also quite good at learning. Until he was caught in the toilet with that boy... When he decided to flee to Europe, the intention was to one day return to his native country, with enough money to support his family and friends. He would have his own business in something and everyone would be proud of him. However, he now realized that he might never return to Ghana and that he would never see his family and friends again. They would never know that he had died from an extreme amount of food. They wouldn't even know he was dead.

Bobo thought back to those scarce moments he ate so much in Africa. How he was encouraged by his cousins. How his father had saved him that one time and how, against all odds, he had not died of his own gluttony. Now he lay there on the bed, dazed. How could he have let it get to this point again? With his eyes still closed, he touched his belly. He himself was shocked by the size. A large ball that was quite in the way, that's how he experienced it. A large ball filled with bricks. He briefly fiddled with the bulging navel. This couldn't be healthy anymore. He slid his hand down to his much thinner chest, where he felt his heart pounding hard. There probably wasn't enough blood to keep his body going. As he had done after the near-death experience in Africa, he promised himself never to eat so much again. If necessary he went to a psychologist. If he could survive this evening. His stomach gurgled again. His body clearly wanted to get rid of all food, but he did not dare to throw up. Then you could suffocate, he had once seen on television. He groaned softly, spread his legs and felt his bowels empty again. Bobo just made it happen. He no longer had the strength to stop it. There was no one around to see it anyway.

“He doesn't have to survive.”

Maverick's voice echoed in his head. Had he heard that right? Bobo didn't know it anymore. His head was spinning. What a strange evening. Who were those two strange guys, why was Maverick making videos, why a dinner in the basement and why had he eaten so much again? Why was he fed? To the point of exploding...

“He doesn't have to survive.”

Bobo farted. Damn, what a smell! As if there was a carcass next to him. Bobo tried to get up. His underwear was wet and the smell of diarrhea on the bed and against the wall and the fart smell together was nauseating. But Bobo could no longer get up and he could do nothing but accept that something inside him was rotting. He thought of Erik, who was the only one kind enough to help him. All this time he had thought that Steven was also a friend, albeit a sarcastic one. Erik had always been friendly to him. He had never made a comment that made him feel bad. Bobo hoped that Erik's kindness wouldn't get him into trouble. Maverick wasn't always nice. He could be mean, especially when he didn't get his way. Fragments of the evening flashed through his mind. The table full of dishes, the chefs who kept replenishing the table. Blurred images of Steven covered in pudding and Maverick covered in shit. He would probably have problems with that himself. Again, Bobo tried to get up, but suddenly his eyes went black.

*

In the living room, Maverick and Giovanni, an apparently smooth boy in a sharp suit, stood in front of the large white couch. They laughed together and talked as if they were good friends. Giovanni didn't like to sit. It wrinkled his pants and besides, many couches were bad for his back. Business was going well, he reported. New boys arrived almost every day. Not just refugees. They were mainly boys from the city, who wanted to earn more than what they get as a shelf filler in the supermarket. He smiled showing his white teeth. In the past, no one wanted to be a prostitute. It had a bad name and everyone was afraid of being recognized. Now the business is booming and he could even turn away the ugly guys. Maverick walked to a glass case and took out two champagne glasses.

'I heard from Steven that you have a Surinamese boy. Solidly built and smart'.

“He is sturdy,” Giovanni replied.

'Not just fat, there's also muscle underneath. He's a powerful boy. Appears to have been living here on the street for a while. He has no parents or anyone to care for him. Nice and easy. Smart, I don't know yet. He will undoubtedly be smarter than Bobo. His cock is bigger too.”

Maverick shook his head. He didn't care about the size of a cock. Although Giovanni was convinced that he too was gay, Maverick knew better. No, he couldn't do anything with a cock other than his own.

“When can I see him?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator.

“Tomorrow night is possible,” said Giovanni.

“But first make sure you make room for him. Two of my boys in one house, I can't allow that. They will soon start conspiring against me.”

Maverick nodded in agreement. Bobo must have left the house before the other one came. He filled the two champagne glasses and the two toasted to another pleasant collaboration. With a bit of luck, Bobo wouldn't have survived the night and he'd already been rid of him. But this was not to be. The glasses were half empty when Bobo suddenly appeared in the living room. He looked good for someone who thought he was going to die from a food overdose the night before. His stomach was still swollen, but a lot less than last night. His belly bulged out a little from the shirt that was too small and the sweatpants he was wearing were tight. Fortunately he was able to move again. That was the most important thing to him. Giovanni complimented him on his performance the night before, which Maverick had told him about, and smiled sultrily. Bobo was silent. Giovanni was no longer his best friend, he could see that now. Although Maverick signaled to Bobo with head movements that he had to go, Bobo remained standing. It was clear he wanted to speak to Maverick, who ignored him and tried to start a conversation with Giovanni. The tension rose and Giovanni drank the remainder of the champagne in his glass in one gulp. He had decided to go. The agreements with Maverick had been made and he had no desire to sit between the two arguing guys. Maverick walked with him to the front door.

“Stupid nigger!” Bobo heard him say.

Giovanni just chuckled.

It took a while for Maverick to come back. Just when Bobo started to think he had left the villa with Giovanni, he reappeared. Bobo was still standing at the couch. For the first time in months he didn't feel like eating breakfast. With a piercing gaze he followed Maverick, who sat down casually on the couch and took a sip of champagne. There was a moment of silence as the guys looked at each other.

“If I tell you to go, then you have to…!”

Maverick was interrupted by Bobo, who stood over him menacingly with his hands on his hips.

“What was that yesterday?” he asked with a harsh tone and anger in his eyes.

Startled by this outburst, Maverick almost dropped his champagne glass on the floor. He had never seen Bobo angry before and knew he had to change the situation quickly. He didn't want to be contradicted in his own home, especially not in such a harsh tone. For a moment he wondered why he hadn't hit Bobo hard on the stomach last night. Then his stomach would certainly have burst and he would have gotten rid of the misery.

“You ate way too much again yesterday, that's what happened,” Maverick replied as coldly as he could.

But he was angry too. It had taken him most of the night to get the basement clean. Steven had helped briefly, but the pungent stench had caused him to quickly leave.

"You shit on everyone!"

'Yes, because I was tied to a chair and was fed more and more food. And I wasn't feeling well yesterday."

Irritated, he watched as Maverick drank his champagne with an arrogant attitude. As if he didn't care about what Bobo had to say.

'What did you actually mean by; he doesn’t have to survive?”

Maverick sighed. Did that idiot really not realize anything?

“I want you to go,” he said.

'I don't like living here with you anymore. To hang out with you.”

Bobo looked at him in surprise. He had not expected this reaction. What had he done wrong? Dozens of questions ran through his mind, but none left his mouth.

“Where… where should I go?” was all he could say.

Maverick drank the bottom of his glass and walked to the kitchen.

'I do not know. What I do know is that you can't go back to that whorehouse where you came from, with that fat body of yours.'

Bobo didn't know what he heard. How could Maverick just throw him out of the house? He was too proud to beg to stay and he knew there was no point in talking any further, so he left the living room to prepare for his departure.

*

The park was the ideal place for a good walk or run on the winding paths. The variety of flowers, shrubs and trees attracted nature lovers and the slender, romantic bridge over the pond was an ideal location for wedding photos. People gathered in the park for open-air concerts, nice chats on the benches or on sunny days like today, for a family picnic. In the shade of a thick tree, tucked behind dense undergrowth, Bobo sat on a bench. He didn't want to be seen by the people on the busy lawn some distance away. Next to the bench was a small blue suitcase. Inside were all the belongings he could take with him; too small shirts and two pairs of sweatpants. He was wearing the oversized shirt Steven had given him. It no longer fit loosely around his body, but showed the round shape of his stomach well. Even the indentation near his belly button was clearly visible. His bomber jacket was open. Not so much because of the warm weather, but he could no longer get the zipper over his stomach. He sat there bent over and with his face in his hands. He cried. What should he do now? What had he done wrong? His stomach growled with hunger. Maverick had not given him any money. Nothing. He thought back to the time when he had just arrived in the city. It had been so hard to find a job. And it was even harder to get housing. He couldn't go back to prostitution. Maverick was right, he had gotten too fat. No one wanted to sleep with him anymore. In fact, he did not want to return to prostitution. He was too proud for that.

Suddenly he felt a hand gently rubbing his shoulder. Bobo looked up with wet eyes and tried to hide his tears when he saw Erik. He smiled kindly and sat down next to Bobo on the bench. Bobo continued to cry. He was ashamed of his situation, but also happy that it was Erik who was now sitting next to him, and not someone else.

“It's not your fault,” Erik said.

'I have known Maverick for a very long time, since primary school. We were good friends then. Both wealthy parents who were more concerned with their careers and ambitions than with their children. Maverick and I understood each other and spent a lot of time together.'

He rubbed Bobo's shoulder again to calm him down. It helped. Bobo stopped crying and Erik handed him a clean napkin that had been in his coat pocket since the last dinner.

'You know, at some point I made the choice to leave my parents and choose my own path. They didn't like that of course. I don't speak to them anymore because of that choice. Maverick had more difficulty standing on his own. I asked him to come with me, but he refused. He got no love, only possession. A villa, a big car, expensive clothes... you know him. But I've also seen him start to behave more and more strangely. You know, boredom. Someone who gets everything and never has to take responsibility looks for excitement. And he found that excitement in you for a while.

Erik moved his hand from Bobo's shoulder to his leg. Bobo allowed it. For a moment he felt safe. Erik had always been kind to him and somehow he enjoyed hearing his story. If only he had told it earlier, different choices would have been made.

“Again, it's not your fault, it's Maverick's own dissatisfaction. After six months he gets tired of his play things. You're gone, the next one is probably already standing in line. He did everything to mainly entertain himself. To feel smart and powerful. It would never have been a friendship.

Hearing all this made Bobo wonder why he didn't realize it sooner. Was he also so blinded by all the splendor that Maverick possessed and of which he himself was a part for a while? Or had he been looking for acceptance? Maybe it was better to go back to Africa and give up his dreams. He had almost died, none of this was worth it. But how did he get back? Perhaps Erik would like to lend him money, but he didn't have the courage to ask. He had already made too much use of other people's money. A tear slid down his cheek. He was disappointed, but also angry. He took Erik's hand and removed it from his leg, after which he indicated that he wanted to be alone.

“What are you going to do?” Erik asked as he stood up.

'Where are you going?'

Bobo shrugged. He probably sat on the bench until he fell dead of hunger. He did not have much hope for a better prospect. Maybe he went into town looking for work. Maybe he had better luck with somewhere to live. Maybe not. He didn't know.

“You can come live with me for a while,” Erik said.

'I don't live as big as Maverick, but I have a spare bedroom. You can use it until you have found work and a home for yourself.'

Bobo looked up.

“Why?” he asked.

“How do I know you won't take advantage of me?”

Erik laughed.

'We don't know each other very well, but we're not strangers either, right? Come with me and if you don't like it you'll be gone in no time. No problem.'

Bobo smiled back. This came very unexpectedly, but at the right time. Erik had of course known about Maverick's plan to evict him for some time. With some disbelief he picked up his suitcase from the floor and followed Erik to his car. On the way to his house, Erik told some stories about Maverick and about himself as a kind of introduction. He was very proud of what he had achieved without help from his wealthy parents. His life could have been much easier. He earned his money by working in a luxurious lunchroom. He was actually a chef, but working in a star restaurant caused him too much stress. He had lived for years in a simple house in the suburbs. When Bobo had put his suitcase in the hallway and hung up his coat, Erik led him into the house, where the dining table was already full of homemade dishes...

Having a break at an all inclusive resort I went to a few weeks ago. All for the growth!

The purpose of the next days in an all inclusive hotel is to stay as stuffed as I possibly can

Cada que Angel decide engordar se pone más y más sexy, es que miren esos pechos y enorme barriga sexy 🤤🤤🤤

gonna need another set of hands to help with this growing gut

A rounding holiday Part 2.

GAY WEIGHTGAIN

It was probably because of the mysterious pills that Brian had slept like a baby again. He fell asleep almost immediately after taking them and it was not until this morning, ten to ten, that he slowly opened his eyes. The large amount of food he had eaten during dinner now no longer bothered him. His stomach felt empty and growled with hunger. Tobias had had more trouble falling asleep. Images of the man screaming in the lobby flashed through his mind. Where had that fat boy gone? He wouldn't really have eaten himself to death, would he? He had read on the internet that a stomach could burst from too much food, but then a person had to eat a lot. People who had it happen to them were not mentally well. A normal person stops eating as soon as the stomach is too full, right? And then there were those strange pills. The receptionist had acted mysteriously, as if no one was supposed to know that the pills existed. Maybe they were illegal and contained a banned chemical. But then they wouldn't be freely available at a hotel reception, would they? Tobias was worried. He didn't want to poison his boyfriend. Maybe it wouldn't have been a good idea to book this holiday after all. Dozens of questions and a growing sense of guilt had kept him awake last night. Every now and then he would doze off, but would be woken up not much later by the man's screams, the groans of Brian who could no longer walk due to his stomach being too full, or the face of the receptionist who looked at him mysteriously. He had been happy when the first rays of light from the rising sun shone through the cracks in the curtain fabric. It would take a while before his boyfriend would wake up, but Tobias was happy that he was still breathing, judging by the heavy snoring. At home he hated it and often tried to fall asleep before Brian, although he also knew that the snoring was due to his boyfriend's excess weight, which he didn't mind. He got the snoring for free. And they had sex very regularly, which meant he couldn't fall asleep earlier and didn't feel the need to. He was relieved when Brian finally slowly opened his eyes. It was almost ten o'clock and Tobias kissed him on the forehead.

“You slept soundly again,” he said to a loudly yawning Brian.   

A loud fart sounded from under the blanket. Tobias laughed. 

Brian lazily turned around, saw the creepy painting of the sad looking black man on the wall and immediately turned back to Tobias. He was still too sleepy to think properly. Tobias was already jumping out of bed, happy that he could finally move without fear of waking Brian. He took off his underwear and walked naked to the bathroom to wash himself.

“I really didn't sleep well,” he said.

“Just thinking about that guy screaming in the lobby yesterday. I really hope nothing serious happened to his friend.”

Brian remained silent. It was far too early to hear Tobias' concerns. After disappearing into the bathroom, Brian pulled off the blanket. His fat belly hung wide over the bed and heavy over the waistband of his underwear and his large, pink nipples pointed toward the ceiling from his moobs, which hung lumpy under his armpits. Brian felt like a heavy whale and wondered how Tobias had gotten his clothes off last night. He remembered how he struggled to walk through the hotel corridors with a painfully full stomach. He no longer knew anything about a screaming man. He couldn't remember how he got into his bedroom or onto the bed. Tobias had certainly helped him, he had no doubt about that. For a moment he felt shame and hoped no one else had seen him staggering through the halls. His glasses were still on his face. Tobias had forgotten to put them on the bedside table. Brian sighed. It was a strange experience, this hotel with all the abundant food and super nice service. No one seemed to mind that he ate so much and in a way that was very nice.

“And you shouldn't eat so much,” came the voice from the bathroom, over the sound of running water.

'I don't want to give you any more pills. Who knows what's in them.'

Brian lazily rolled to the edge of the bed, where he spread his legs to give his belly as much room as possible. He still didn't feel like responding, but he did wonder where Tobias got the arrogance to tell him what he could or couldn't do. He had already agreed with himself to take it easier with meals as he thought he was fat and didn't need to come home even rounder at the end of the holiday. But apparently he had needed pills again. Strange, he couldn't remember anything about it. 

“That woman at reception was very mysterious about it,” it continued from the bathroom. 

'As if I wasn't actually allowed to ask about it at all. Like they're illegal or something. I hope Orlando doesn't get any problems with it. We don’t wat to be the cause of his dismissal.”

Brian looked up for a moment. We? What did he mean with we? He hadn't asked for the pils, had he? He slowly stood up and put on a pair of jeans. Phew! Do they also have a shop here where they sell larger trousers? He put on a loose, light yellow shirt that hugged his waist so Tobias could see his curves and walked past him into the bathroom to at least wash his face. He couldn't really wake up properly.

*

Tobias was already dressed when there was a loud banging on the door. It was Orlando, again dressed in a penguin suit and with his black hair combed straight back, who, as expected, courteously wished the boys a good morning. A well-rehearsed routine followed that started with the question whether they had slept well and whether everything was still to their liking. He then announced that the breakfast buffet had been going on for some time and asked to follow him there. Brian couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the tall, statuesque man, but Tobias was tense. 

“What happened last night?” he asked as they followed the butler through the long hallways to the elevator. 

Orlando looked at him in surprise and for a moment it seemed as if he was deep in thought. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, as if he didn't understand the question. 

While they waited for the elevator, Tobias described the situation as he had experienced it in the lobby last night. Orlando could not remember such an incident, but he was asleep early. He had not heard anything from his colleagues either. Brian assisted him by saying that he too could not remember anything. When the elevator arrived and Tobias announced in a raised voice that he was not crazy, Brian motioned for him to calm down. Maybe he had just misinterpreted it and it had been nothing more than a guest with a complaint. He didn't want his boyfriend to embarrass himself in front of the butler. After all, Orlando had done nothing wrong and he looked far too stately to argue with. Even when Tobias wanted to ask about the mysterious pills, Brian nudged him in annoyance. Tobias remained silent, but his face showed that he did not agree that he should keep his mouth shut. Brian, in turn, wondered what was wrong with his boyfriend. Normally he was always so positive and cheerful. Now on holiday he had to act so difficult. Fortunately, Orlando pretended not to notice the tension between the boys and kindly led them to an outdoor terrace where a nice breeze blew and there was a beautiful view of the beach and the sea. He pulled two chairs back and let the boys sit.

“Today breakfast will be served buffet style,” he said, pointing to the long tables further away with a flourish of his arm.

Despite the late time at which they had arrived, the tables were still full of various types of bread and spreads, dairy products and sweets. Fresh pancakes were even baked. 

“I would like to remind you that there is a barbecue this afternoon at the indoor pool.”

After a friendly nod, he disappeared from the terrace. 

“It took me some time to get used to it, but now I think he's a nice man,” said Brian.

“It would just be your job, walking around in such a tight suit all day and guiding guests.”

Tobias paused and looked intently at Brian. His face showed that he didn't like not being assisted by his boyfriend. 

“You just sit here and moan,” Brian said as he stood up.

'Then I'll go to the buffet. I'm hungry!'

He walked up. He was also disappointed for a moment when he realized that he had forgotten to ask Orlando where he could buy larger trousers. 

The buffet was extensive again. Freshly baked hard and soft rolls were in wicker baskets, slices of bread could be toasted and there were many types of cheese and meats. There was a choice of three types of soup, with or without croutons, yoghurt with different kinds of fresh fruit, various salads, smoked salmon, eel and mackerel and a table full of pastries, tarts and cakes. It was partly thanks to the abundant breakfast and the fantastic view of the sea that the tension between Tobias and Brian quickly disappeared. The pink flesh of his stomach and love handles, which had become visible through Brian's rolled up shirt, also played a positive role.

“Will you leave some room for the barbecue later?” Tobias asked, after he had finished a large bowl of yoghurt and the containers with pieces of banana and strawberry. 

With one eye he looked at Brian, who placed his third plate full of croissants and slices of baguette on the table in front of him. 

“I'm not going,” Brian responded. 

“So I can eat a little more now.”

Tobias was disappointed. He knew his boyfriend didn't like going to swimming pools. He was too embarrassed by his fat body to only walk around in swimming trunks. He had hoped that Brian would feel more comfortable here, among the other mostly big boys. 

'Shame. I had hoped to finally have a nice swim with you. The weather is good for it.'

The still low sun indeed brought the necessary warmth and Brian, with his mouth full of bread and French cheese, stared at the seagulls flying high above the beautiful water. Some people were walking hand in hand on the beach. Some were lying on the large loungers that had been placed there for this occasion. 

“It's an indoor pool,” Brian said as he finished swallowing his mouth. 

"You can't enjoy the outdoors there."

From the hotel room window he had seen the glass roof of the indoor pool. It looked nice and the temperature would undoubtedly be good, as would the barbecue. However, the thought of having to walk around in swimming trunks made him uneasy. 

“Then I'll go get you a plate,” Tobias said, disappointed. 

He got up and walked to the buffet, leaving Brian wondering what went wrong today. Yesterday had been a lot of fun. This day felt strange, as if an argument could break out at any moment. Brian looked at the buffet when Tobias had not returned after quite some time. His plate was now empty and he still wanted something tasty. He saw Tobias, at the table with the sweets. He had started talking to Robin, who in his eyes was overly broad. Give him a break, Brian thought. He liked that at least his boyfriend had found someone to chat with. Out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw one of the cooks preparing pancakes, a thin, young-looking boy, staring at him. When Brian looked at him he looked away.

*

Brian happily ate the slices of cake and cupcakes that Tobias had brought for him, while Tobias in turn secretly looked at the lobes protruding from the bottom of Brian's shirt. He saw the outline of two firm moobs, resting like rolls of fat on his stomach. He hadn't noticed before that they were so big. Maybe it was the shirt that was too tight. Maybe because of the light color and the shadow fell well. 

“Are you really not going swimming with me?” Tobias tried again. 

The observations he had just made had made him very excited to see his boyfriend in swimming trunks. 

'There are plenty of other big guys here? You really don't stand out.'

Brian shook his head disapprovingly, his mouth full of a large piece of chocolate cake. 

“You know I don't like swimming,” he said finally. 

'Why do you suddenly want to swim so badly? Is that Robin coming too?'

He was happy for Tobias that he had met a new friend, but Robin was definitely not his type. He liked how muscular Tobias was, but as bloated as Robin was, that seemed unhealthy to him. Besides, people like that think they're pretty awesome. And Robin never seemed to be alone. He always had those two shabby figures hanging around him. 

“No, Robin is not coming,” Tobias replied. 

'He spends most of the day in the gym. He just asked if I was coming too. Besides, I'm on vacation with you, not him.”

He affectionately offered his hand to Brian across the table, and Brian took it in his. 

“Slimer!” he thought, as the last piece of butter cake disappeared into his mouth. 

This was Tobias' way of making amends, while he didn't even know what he had done wrong, Brian knew from experience. Actually, he hadn't done anything wrong at all. Brian still thought it was very sweet of him to go on holiday together. And this hotel, there was nothing wrong with that. 

“Shall I get you something tasty?” Tobias asked, while Brian still held his hand and looked at him, chewing the piece of butter cake. 

“Let's go to the gardens,” Brian said. 

“Take a quiet walk instead of the pool.”

Tobias was surprised. Brian wasn't into walking at all, but he was also happy to see Brian stand up after letting go of his hand. He didn't need to eat another round. Brian awkwardly pulled down his yellow shirt, covering his entire body again.

“Then we'll go for a walk,” said Tobias, who was happy that his friend didn't eat so much this time that he needed crazy pills to recover.

Brian quickly looked in the direction of the pancake chefs to see if he was being watched again. Sure enough, the young cook stared in his direction, but hurriedly went to work when he saw Brian looking at him. 

“That boy looks at me all the time,” said Brian, taking Tobias' hand again to show that he was already taken. 

Tobias shrugged. 

“You are also a beautiful man to look at.”

The enormous gardens that adorned the entrance to the Moonsun hotel were much more extensive than the boys had seen upon arrival. Winding paths ran through the green lawns. Different tree species provided shade and flowers bloomed in all kinds of colors. There were these romantic stone fountains decorated with images of angels, gods and goddesses. There was a rosarium, where only roses grew and high pergolas covered with climbing plants. There was even a small greenhouse in which several cacti were on display, but due to the increasing heat, Brian and Tobias had skipped it. They had gotten something to drink from a stall on a square somewhere in the middle of the gardens and had gotten a sandwich from a small lunchroom. Several times they had rested on a bench near a statue, a wooden work of art and a flowerbed with unusually shaped flowers. They noticed that wooden benches were alternated with steel benches, as if the hotel and everything around it took heavier guests into account. 

"Do you want to sit down again?" Tobias asked when Brian wanted to sit down on a bench after walking a short distance, on the banks of a large lake where swans swam and a beautifully curved bridge led to a wooded area in the middle of the water. . With a sigh, Brian's heavy body flopped onto the bench, which creaked softly under his weight. He didn't feel like responding. 

“I didn't know you were in such bad shape,” Tobias said as he stood next to the bench, realizing that they had never taken walks at home.

Although they lived together, they lived quite separately. Tobias worked full time in the lunchroom, Brian was at school most of the time. And in their spare time Brian often sat behind his laptop and Tobias went to the gym.

“What are you worried about?” Brian asked irritably. 

'I weigh 330 goddamn pounds. Then why do you think I want to lose weight?'

He didn't look at his boyfriend, but stared at the water in front of him and the swans swimming in it.

“I think you're being really annoying today,” he continued. 

“It was your idea to come here. I've had to give up a lot of things... School, my project, doctor's appointment to get rid of all this fat... and now I get this. Screaming men, crazy pills, I shouldn't eat so much, I have to go swimming, suddenly you find out that my fitness is not good... Just be nice man!'

Startled by this outburst, Tobias stepped back. It was now clear to him that he had gone too far. He didn't know why he was so worried. He liked fat bodies and of course there are limitations to that. Why did he suddenly have to comment about it now? He gently rubbed Brian's shoulder, but his hand was roughly slapped away.

*

Brian and Tobias sat silently next to each other on the bench, their eyes focused on the swans in the lake. Tobias had decided to keep his mouth shut. Everything he said only led to suspicion and arguments. Brian thought the same thing, causing a deathly silence. Occasionally there was laughter in the distance, from men walking along the winding path behind them or a gust of wind rustling the leaves of the trees. Strange how a relationship that went so well at home could cause so much tension on holiday. They had never had an argument like this before. Tobias thought back to times when he had made Brian laugh, but also to times when he felt unfairly treated. It wasn't always his fault that something went wrong and Brian got grumpy. He could always make up for a lot with a tasty meal. Maybe that was the difference between home and here. Here they were surrounded by food and there wasn't much he could do to make his boyfriend happy. Brian was thinking about Tobias's fickleness and impulsiveness. At home he could laugh about how his boyfriend came up with one crazy idea after another and displayed chaotic behavior. At the same time he wondered whether a future could be built with such a person. Tobias was not steadfast. He had no goals in life and took everything one day at a time. He was a good cook, but good food could also be found elsewhere, such as here. At first he had had his doubts about the holiday, but now he started to like it. Just, nice and relaxed. And then it was Tobias's fickleness that had to disrupt that. Too bad it had to turn out this way. He came out of his thoughts and looked away from the swans when Tobias suddenly stood up next to him. 

“I'll just go back to the hotel,” he said under his breath without looking directly at Brian. 

'Sitting here and being silent doesn't really work either. What are you doing? Are you staying here or will you come with me?'

Brian made no move to get up. On the contrary. He slumped down on the bench, causing his shirt to rise and reveal his large belly again. He didn't care. There was no one around anyway. 

“I'll stay here for a while,” he replied. 

“It's relaxing here.”

He turned his head back to the swans and let Tobias go. He heard him say that he was going to the gym, if Brian was looking for him. But Brian didn't want to look for him. He had had enough at the moment. Hesitating, Tobias disappeared with small steps between the trees.

Brian wiped the sweat from his face with his wrist. The sun was high in the sky and it had become quite warm since Tobias left. His stomach growled. It was lunchtime, but he didn't feel like getting up. He was too deep in thought for that, wondering whether a relationship with Tobias could last, or whether they were too different for that. Ultimately, Brian had wanted to lose weight for a long time, but it was Tobias who prevented that. 

“Can I come and sit?” a friendly voice suddenly sounded. 

“I brought you a bottle of drink.”

Meh… entitlement, that was the last thing Brian needed right now. With the intention of sending the person away angrily, he looked up. Next to the bench stood a not very tall boy dressed in a tight white shirt and white shorts with two thin legs sticking out. It was easy to see that he was of small build and for a moment Brian thought it was a child. His blond hair seemed not to be combed very well and strands stuck up and to the side. The boy looked at him hopefully with wide green eyes. Just before Brian wanted to shoo him away, he saw that it was the cook who had been staring at him the entire time during breakfast this morning.

“Um…”

Before he could say more, the bottle of coke the boy was carrying was pressed into his hands. 

'It's super hot. You're already sweating all over. Then you have to drink well.'

Despite his bad mood, Brian couldn't deny that this gesture was very kind. He thought the boy looked quite cute too, so he accepted the bottle. 

“Can I sit with you?” the boy asked again. 

Brian gestured approvingly and the boy sat down next to him with a broad smile. He too stared across the water at the swans. 

'This is quite a nice place... to sit down. I'm Neil. I work here.”

Neil seemed surprised when Brian took his hand and shook it. 

"I'm Brian. I saw you this morning at the breakfast buffet. You were making pancakes, right?'

Neil smiled broadly again. He seemed pleased that Brian had noticed him during breakfast. Brian decided to leave out the fact that Neil's staring had made him uncomfortable. 

“I come here quite often,” said Neil, nervously rocking his legs back and forth under the bench. 

“When I don't have to work.”

It turned out that Neil was working in one of the hotel kitchens almost every day. When Brian asked him if he wasn’t too young to work that much, Neil told him he was already 18. The conversation with the cheerful boy did him good. It was nice to forget Tobias and his oddities for a moment. The conversation turned awkward for a moment when Neil hinted that he found Brian very attractive. Now it became clear why he was constantly staring at him. For a moment, Brian thought it was rude to say something like that. He already had a boyfriend. But Neil himself wasn't ugly either. Not muscular at all, but he had a nice face, with his big eyes and full lips. Brian felt flattered that a guy younger than himself was flirting with him. Eventually he even started to like it.

*

“There's a barbecue at the hotel,” Neil said when Brian had finished the bottle of Coke. 

'Shall we go there? We together?'

As irritated as he had been with Tobias when he asked him the same question, Brian now had doubts. It didn't happen that often that someone flirted with him. Besides, Neil was a nice guy. Not someone he would immediately notice, but he was certainly cheerful and perhaps a little naive, or so he came across.

“I don't really like swimming,” Brian finally said. 

Neil immediately looked at him with disappointment. 

'But you don't have to swim. You can also just eat delicious food from the barbecue.'

Brian had doubts again and upon inquiry it turned out that he had to wear swimming trunks. Long trousers were not allowed according to the hotel's house rules. Logical, thought Brian. No one dives into a pool with their jeans on. 

“You don't have to be afraid,” Neil said. 

'I know the chefs. Those are my colleagues. Some are even friends.”

Brian sighed deeply. 

“Will you also put on swimming trunks?”

Neil jumped off the bench enthusiastically, as if Brian had already agreed to come along. 

'Of course I also wear swimming trunks. Come on, let's go. I'll go get you some nice pieces of meat.”

Brian stood up. His yellow shirt was soaked with sweat and he could feel moist between his rolls of fat. 

“What a sweetheart,” he thought as he followed Neil down the winding path. 

“And it's not a bad idea at all to cool off in the pool.”

Breathing heavily, Brian took off his sweat-wet clothes and exchanged them for his swimming shorts. Luckily the changing rooms were made for people his size. They were much more spacious than the changing rooms at a regular swimming pool. He quickly grabbed the swimming trunks that he had brought from home after much nagging from Tobias from his suitcase in the hotel room and went back to the indoor pool. Neil had done the same and was now waiting for him on the other side of the door to the changing room. He would have liked to come inside to help change clothes, but Brian thought that was still far too early. Fortunately he was still able to change clothes himself. Every now and then it would flash through his mind that he already had a boyfriend. He was probably still in the gym, because he couldn't be found in the hotel room. Not that it mattered. He could probably have a good time with Neil too. Saliva filled his mouth at the thought of the barbecue. He hadn't had lunch and his stomach was rumbling like crazy, he was so hungry. Phew, those swimming shorts were so tight! He couldn't get the button closed anymore, so he pulled the cord tight and the fabric tightened around his waist and tied it securely. His love handles and underbelly were hanging over it, so no one could see that there was a button that wouldn't close anymore. Luckily the legs were wide enough not to pinch or tear his legs as soon as he sat down. 

“Wow, those are nice swim shorts!” said Neil, when Brian emerged from the changing room. 

He himself wore tight swimming trunks made of a stretch fabric, which did not hide the large bulge in his crotch and which was out of proportion to the rest of his thin body. His feet were also quite large compared to his thin calves and ankles. Brian thought it looked funny and Neil's enthusiasm especially appealed to him. Neil led him to a wall full of lockers where he could store his clothes. It was useful to know someone who worked at the hotel and knew all the places. Now he didn't have to search for anything anymore. 

“I'm going to touch you,” Neil giggled and gently squeezed a roll of fat that bulged over the swim shorts. 

Brian smiled. He didn't mind Neil touching him at all. 

“Nice and warm,” Neil said softly. 

“You look really beautiful in swim shorts.”

The indoor pool was much larger than Brian had expected and had seen from his bedroom window. It was built like a huge Victorian greenhouse, almost completely surrounded by glass. The pool itself was oval, with various indentations and channels that meandered through the space like gently flowing rivers. An artificial island could be reached via a bridge or via the water of the swimming pool. Several jacuzzis bubbled with warm water and there was even a slide that led from a great height to the pool. The glass roof was high above them. The golden weathercock that Brian had seen from his bedroom gleamed in the light of the sun. Around the swimming pool were large pots full of tropical plants and palm trees stretched high into the air. Here too were many statues and the floor tiles were inlaid with beautiful mosaics. Curiously, Brian looked at a large rock covered in greenery from which a large waterfall powerfully joined the pool. Men played in the water with a ball. Even here there was a soft piano playing and Neil pointed to a balustrade where a pianist was playing his instrument. Unbelievable. For a moment, Brian felt remorseful. He could name a lot of bad things about Tobias, but he could pick a fantastic hotel.

*

The smell of grilled meat greeted him as Brian walked deeper into the room. He was practically being pulled along by Neil, who had grabbed him by the hand and was pulling him towards the pool like a small car that was barely moving because an overweight caravan was pulling it. From behind a richly planted flowerbed with palm trees, ferns and large flowers that Brian didn't know the name of, three large barbecues appeared, all full of simmering meat. Neil let go of his hand and skipped happily towards the three chefs who were preparing the meat. Of course they were acquaintances of his, he worked with them every day. It was nice to see that the chefs seemed to enjoy him being there. It was a sign that Neil was not seen as an annoying colleague who they would rather not have around. They nodded to Brian, knowing that Neil belonged with him. After all, they had seen them come in together. While Neil chatted with his colleagues, Brian looked around him. The pool looked even bigger from where he now stood. Despite the barbecue, fortunately it was not too busy. He felt uncomfortable, wearing only swimming trunks that were also too tight. There were some older men in a jacuzzi further away. Some younger men quietly let themselves be carried away by the current of the river, which disappeared between the plants. The sunbeds in the shallow end of the pool were empty, but the sunbeds on the side were well occupied. Fat men with swollen bellies sat or lay on them, groaning as they tried to eat more meat. 

“There's still a spot there,” said Neil, who had returned. 

“Come on, I'll walk with you and then I’ll get you some nice meat.”

He immediately took Brian's hand again and walked to a lounger that was some distance away from the fat men and hidden between a number of large plant pots. 

“You have some privacy here,” Neil said. 

“Maybe that will make you feel a little safer.”

Brian couldn't help but think it was sweet of Neil to think of that. He was different from Tobias, who did not take his feelings into account and displayed him in public as if he were a circus freak.

“I'm going to get you something. Do you want something special, or is there something you don't like?'

Brian noticed that the frame of the loungers was also made of iron, as he awkwardly sat down on the soft cushion on top. Nowadays he had difficulty sitting or lying on low furniture. Another sign that he was getting too fat, but for the first time in a long time, or actually the first time in forever, he didn't care. Neil had already disappeared among the plant pots as Brian lay stretched out on the lounger, staring at the sky above the glass roof, listening to the groans of the men who had eaten too much some distance away. He laughed to himself, knowing that he would undoubtedly be feeling the same way before the end of the afternoon. 

Panting, Brian looked up from his plate and peered intently through the leaves of the vegetation around him. His face was sweaty and his stomach swollen. He had expected Tobias by now, since he really wanted to go to the indoor pool, but he was nowhere to be seen. He greedily stuffed half the sausage into his mouth, the only piece of meat left on the plate. This was his third or fourth helping. He couldn't remember. He had lost count. A soft belch escaped his mouth after he swallowed the piece of meat. 

“Do you want anything more?” Neil asked excitedly. 

He had probably never seen someone eat so much up close before. He had grabbed a chair and watched with his big eyes as Brian ate all the meat on his plates. The large bulge in his swimming trunks had only gotten bigger. Brian didn't mind. It was exciting and part of him was curious about the size of Neil's member. Not that he was complaining with Tobias' cock. It was also quite large, but Neil's was much more prominent. Probably because the rest of his body was so thin. 

“Just one more plate,” replied Brian, whose stomach was overfull again and stuck out in front of him like a massive beach ball.

He knew all that meat wasn't good for him, and his stomach was already aching, but he couldn't resist eating some more. The meat was well prepared. Nicely marinated and very tender. Neil stood up and took the empty plate from Brian. The contours of his plump sex were clearly visible and moved violently with his legs as he walked through the plant pots to the barbecues. 

“What a life,” Brian thought as he carefully fell back. His stomach towered over him like a mountain. 

He thought about the men on the loungers by the pool. They should have gotten their own food. Or maybe the chefs had brought it. At least he had his personal servant. One who was even more enthusiastic than Tobias. Phew! His stomach felt tight and when he wanted to burp again he felt the eaten meat finding its way into his esophagus. Maybe he wouldn't have done well to order more. But the moment was too perfect to hold back. It wasn't long before Neil reappeared. Apparently he was sad that this would be the last plate, because he had tried very hard to get as much meat on it as possible. Hamburgers, sausage, chicken breast, spare ribs and bacon, Brian saw at a glance after he struggled to get back up. 

“I'll never eat it all,” he thought as he started eating it. 

The taste was delicious. And it helped that Neil gently rubbed his overfull belly. After a while, when Brian really couldn't eat anymore, he even helped by pushing pieces of meat into his mouth so that Brian only had to chew. Now it was really nice to be hidden behind the vegetation, where no one could see them.

*

Startled, Brian opened his eyes. How long had he been sleeping? He licked his lips with his tongue. The taste of the meat was still there. The drawstring of his trunks cut into the flesh of his waist. Even though the fat from his swollen belly hung over it, his swimming shorts were quite tight. Dazed from sleep and the excessive meal, he tried with one hand to loosen the knot he had tied in the cord. 

“Come on, I'll help,” said Neil, immediately jumping from his chair and leaning over him. 

“Did you eat well?”

Brian groaned something unintelligible and rubbed his stomach. He had outdone himself again and was happy when Neil had loosened the knot in the cord. Immediately the fabric of the swimming shorts relaxed and with it his body. He tried to get up, but failed. He licked his lips again. My goodness, what a good meal that had been. 

“Just take it easy,” Neil said with a broad smile. 

“Stay still.”

Brian closed his eyes and thought back to the pieces of meat as he felt Neil rub his stomach again. There was a slight rumbling sound from his stomach and a rush of pressure shot through his intestines. Brian farted loudly. He didn't care if Neil or anyone else heard. He needed to relieve the pressure in his stomach. Neil laughed out loud at that. 

“Wow, I've never heard a fart that loud before,” he said. 

He could exaggerate a bit, Brian thought. But that also made him cute. As if he hadn't experienced so much in his life. He felt Neil gently pressing his stomach. Slowly the hand moved down, where it pressed gently at his navel and then on his underbelly, as if he were pushing gas down and wanted to hear another fart. He stopped when Brian groaned again and tried to get up. From behind the vegetation came the sound of clattering metal. The chefs were busy clearing away the barbecues. The feast was over. 

“What time is it?” Brian asked with difficulty as he lay back on his back, panting with the effort to get up. 

“Almost half past four,” Neil replied. 

“You can rest here for a while.”

But Brian wanted to go back to his room and lie on the bed. He had clearly eaten too much again. Neil gently helped him get up and after a short pause to catch his breath, he helped Brian stand up. Two barbecues had already driven away when Brian waddled past. Several men were still sleeping on the loungers by the pool, their bellies full of meat, round and tight. One of the men's belly buttons bulged completely out, but Brian paid no attention to it. He wanted to sit down for a moment. It seemed as if his legs could no longer support his weight. Careful not to bump into anything with his own bulging belly, he followed Neil, who walked slowly in front of him to show the way to the changing rooms.

He could no longer pull the yellow shirt over his stomach and he could no longer wear the jeans. His stomach was too much in the way for that, so Brian sat on the edge of a stone platform in the changing room with a shirt that was too small and in his swimming shorts. He waited for Neil, who was getting dressed. 

“God damn it!” suddenly sounded from his dressing room. 

“Big fucking dick!”

Brian frowned. Apparently it wasn't very nice to be so big down there. Once again he tried to put his socks on, but his stomach was too full to bend over. Luckily it didn't take long for Neil to appear in his white shirt and shorts. He held his swimming trunks crumpled up in his hand, but dropped them to the floor when he saw Brian busy with his socks. In response, he dived to the floor and slipped a sock over Brian's foot. Before Brian could hand over the other one, Neil had grabbed it from the stone platform. Brian wanted to thank him, but trying to put on the socks himself had caused some food to rise up and he felt like he wanted to throw up. With difficulty and a red face, he tried to lower the food back into his stomach. Without saying anything he handed Neil his shoes. He didn't seem to mind at all that Brian didn't say anything. Submissively and carefully, he slid the shoes over Brian's feet and laced them up.

Brian swallowed the rising stomach acid and burped. There was a sour smell in his nose and he hoped Neil didn't smell it, but he was still working at his feet so that probably wasn't the case. 

“You're a sweet boy,” he said. 

“Was something wrong with your… penis?”

Neil came up with a big smile.

'Nah, sometimes it's placed wrong and I can't zip my pants. That's it. Come, I'll take you to your room.”

Supported by Neil, Brian waddled through the hallways. Luckily they didn't have to go past the lobby and the elevator was not far from the indoor pool. In addition to his swimming trunks, Neil also wore Brian's jeans so he could concentrate on walking. Several times his legs collapsed and both were happy when they reached the bedroom, where Brian immediately fell on the bed. Neil hung the jeans over a chair. He had to go to the kitchen to make preparations for dinner. As he took off Brian's shoes and socks, he thanked him for the nice afternoon and Brian couldn't deny that, even now that he was lying on the bed like an inflated balloon, he also found it very enjoyable. There was a moment of silence and Neil looked at him with his big eyes. 

“You really are a beautiful, big man,” he said and left. 

Brian awkwardly took off his shirt and wrapped the blankets around himself. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep again.

*

In the distance, Brian heard the room door slam shut. Tobias carefully walked into the room. He didn't mean to slam the door so hard, but as usual with hotel room doors, they slam shut. He carefully walked around the bed, but Brian had already opened his eyes and was trying to sit up. He kept the blankets around him. Tobias didn't need to see that he still had his swimming trunks on. Then he would probably start asking difficult questions and Brian didn't want the tensions between them to return. That would ruin his nice day. And it was probably better to hide his fat, bulging belly that was still packed with too much meat. He didn't feel like answering questions right now. He was groggy from eating, the walk to his room and sleep. Fortunately, the pain in his stomach had disappeared, making movement a little easier. He got up with a sigh. 

“Are you okay?” Tobias asked in a soft voice. 

“Are you sick?”

Brian moved the blanket in such a way that his big belly wasn't noticeable and farted. Digesting all that meat produced the necessary gasses. 

“No, just a little tired,” he replied. 

He didn't feel it necessary to immediately attack Tobias because of his long departure, but he was curious about what he had been doing all day. Tobias took a seat by the window. 

“Sorry,” he began, staring at the ground. 

'I shouldn't have been so strange this morning'

This was already a promising start and Brian listened intently to what his boyfriend had to say, struggling to keep his body gasses at bay. Tobias apologized and he didn't want to interrupt him with countless farts.

“Where have you been,” Brian asked when Tobias remained silent for a while.

Tobias said that he had gone to the gym from the gardens, where he had trained hard with Robin and his two friends, but that the argument they had continued to gnaw at him. He had spent the rest of the day at the beach, thinking. He had been unreasonable and he regretted it. Brian was right. He had given up a lot to go on holiday with him and Tobias admitted he shouldn't do anything to spoil it. He was just worried.

The screaming man, the mysterious pills… he didn't want anything to happen to Brian. His boyfriend was important to him. More important than he previously realized and Tobias promised not to make him do anything he didn't want to do, like go to the indoor pool. And if he wanted to eat a lot, that was fine. If he didn't want to eat anything, that was fine too. Brian didn't know what he heard. Never before had Tobias been so open about his feelings and concerns. It seemed that he had indeed put a lot of thought into him and their relationship. It made him happy to hear that Tobias cared about him very much. He smiled. Tobias smiled back. It felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and as he stood up to kiss Brian there was a knock at the door. 

A cart full of covered dishes rolled in after Tobias opened the door, pushed by Orlando. 

“Your order,” he said with a slight bow. 

“Everything else still meets your expectations, I hope.”

Tobias nodded affirmatively and looked at Brian who smiled at the sight of the stately penguin, but also had difficulty keeping the accumulated body gasses inside. He turned his gaze to the cart that Orlando had wheeled into the center of the room, near the foot of the bed. 

“I assumed you didn't eat anything after the sandwich in the gardens,” Tobias said when he saw Brian's surprised look. 

“And when I came back from the beach I saw you here in bed, so I went looking for Orlando and asked if something could be brought to you to eat.” 

With one arm behind his straight back, Orlando opened the dishes and the room filled with delicious smells of warm food. Brian also saw an ice bucket with two bottles of white wine and matching glasses.

“We're on the Italian tour today,” Orlando said. 

'I hope you like it. Here I have spaghetti in tomato sauce, this is tagliatelle with cheese sauce. These are meatballs and these are tuna rolls, a personal favorite. And below is a fantastically delicious tiramisu, if I say so myself. If you are still hungry afterwards, the dinner buffet is open until twelve midnight, in the same room as yesterday.'

He bowed slightly again to Tobias who was still standing at the door and then to Brian, after which he started to leave the room. 

“Oh fuck!” thought Brian. 

“Not more food. How on earth am I supposed to get this away without Tobias noticing that I've already eaten?'

Suddenly Orlando turned around. His face was serious, as if he was about to give an important speech. Even Tobias, who held the door open for him, was shocked.  

“Before I forget,” he began. 

'I will not be available tomorrow due to a meeting. My colleagues at reception are happy to help you with questions. I'll be back the day after tomorrow.'

Once again he bowed slightly, turned and continued down the hall. Tobias rolled the cart to the edge of the bed for easier access to Brian and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Uh… thanks,” Brian stammered. 

There was the bubbling sound of a loud fart that had been stuck for too long.

*

Brian was still stuffed from all the meat, but this food smelled really good too. Surely it couldn't hurt to at least taste a little of it. As expected, it all tasted way too good, but soon his stomach protested. While Tobias looked out the window at the golden weathervane on the roof of the indoor pool and wondered why he saw so many tropical plants there, Brian tried to sit up more straight. Under the covers he had spread his legs wide to give his stomach as much space as possible. He alternately ate the spaghetti with tomato sauce and the tagliatelle with cheese sauce. The sauces were tasty and creamy, the pastas cooked just long enough and not sticky. Every now and then a meatball would disappear into his mouth. 

“Shouldn't you be eating?” Brian asked. 

His stomach had been aching for some time now, but the food was too good to pass up. If Tobias would also eat, it would reduce his suffering. 

“No,” said Tobias. 

'Maybe soon, when you don't have to anymore. Then I'll eat the leftovers. Or else we'll go to the buffet in an hour or so.'

For a moment Brian couldn't get another bite down his throat. Going to the buffet soon? Maybe it would be better to say that he had already eaten a lot at the barbecue. And then? Then Tobias would ask why he went there alone and not with him. Then Brian had to tell him about Neil. No, that didn't seem like a smart idea to him. Not now that the tension was largely gone. He filled a glass with wine and slowly resumed the meal. The tuna rolls were indeed very tasty and fortunately not very filling. Brian tried to fart again to release the pressure in his stomach, but nothing came. An attempt to burp also led to nothing but food coming back up into his esophagus, as he had also experienced after the barbecue. He sighed. There was still spaghetti and tagliatelle. Maybe he could save that for Tobias. He still wanted to try the tiramisu, even though it felt like there was a large, solid stone in his stomach. The big ball under the blankets that was his belly had to be visible now? Tobias didn't seem to notice anything. He had exchanged the window for the desk, where he sat and leafed through a brochure. Luckily he wasn't like Neil, who was watching him eat with wide eyes. Then he probably would have realized that Brian had difficulties eating all the food. There was a sharp pain in his stomach as Brian reached awkwardly to grab the bowl of tiramisu from the cart, causing him to fall back onto the pillows he was sitting against. 

“Honey, can you help?” Brian asked, feeling the pasta making its way back up his esophagus with every word he said. 

This made his voice sound strange, but Tobias paid no attention to it. He was just glad that Brian wasn't mad at him anymore. With a soft groan he lifted the bowl from the cart. It was heavier than he expected. Brian gestured to him to place the bowl on the bedside table. If he had placed the bowl on the blankets in front of him, he probably would have felt a big, heavy belly being in the way. A kiss on his cheek followed, after which Tobias walked back to the desk. The tiramisu was light and creamy and spoonful after spoonful it disappeared into Brian's mouth. His stomach protested violently, but Brian seemed hypnotized by the amazing taste and texture and continued eating. 

“I'm going to take a shower,” Tobias said. 

“There's sand from the beach all over my underwear.”

Brian didn't respond. He was too busy scarfing down large bites of the tiramisu. The tensions that had existed between him and Tobias this morning seemed to be forgotten. Also the desire to lose weight. While the sound of falling water in the bathroom indicated that Tobias was in the shower, Brian suddenly realized that he was still wearing his swimming shorts. When Tobias lay down next to him, he would of course notice that something was not quite right. He had never seen Brian in swimming shorts before. Brian left the bowl of tiramisu for what it was and tried to get the swimming shorts off, which was not easy with his dangerously full stomach. He soon discovered that shooting pains appeared with every movement he made with his belly. He could no longer move forwards or backwards and could only use his arms and legs freely.

Carefully and with a firm pull he pulled the trousers over his buttocks, after which he got them over his knees and feet with calm but struggling leg movements. For a moment he listened to the sounds in the bathroom. The water was still flowing. Tobias was still in the shower, so there was little chance that he would suddenly appear in the room. He quickly threw off the blanket to somehow grab the swimming shorts and was shocked by what he saw. His belly was huge, filled with meat and pasta. He gently placed his hand on the pink mound of flesh. It felt hard as rock and reached almost to the back of his knees and completely covered his crotch. It was quiet in the bathroom. The water had stopped flowing, a sign that Tobias had finished showering. Brian had to hurry. He couldn't lean over to grab the swimming shorts. Then just a little diagonally... He hooked the swimming shorts around his toes and brought them with his foot to an outstretched arm. Gotcha! What now? Getting up to put it back in his suitcase was not an option. Under the bed, that's a good idea. Ouch! Another stab of pain. With an aimed throw he knocked the swimming shorts under the bed, out of Tobias' view. And just in time he pulled back the blankets, because Tobias appeared in the room, naked. Brian looked at his toned body and large cock for a moment, before grabbing his spoon and taking another bite of the tiramisu. 

“Neil's seems bigger,” he chuckled to himself.

*

The bowl of tiramisu was half empty when Brian realized he hadn't had to rush to take off his swim trunks. Tobias had just put on his underwear when he ran back to the bathroom. With a loud groan he announced that he was sitting on the toilet and Brian wondered why he hadn't closed the bathroom door again. He filled his spoon and put it in his mouth. His thoughts wandered to Neil. He was happy that there was no more tension between him and Tobias, but he couldn't deny that he had a very nice afternoon. If Neil were with him now, he would certainly fill the spoons with tiramisu and pop them into his mouth, as he had done with the meat. Then he didn't have to do it himself and all he had to do was lie stretched out on the bed. And to chew. It was an experience he never had with Tobias. And Neil would probably rub his belly gently. Another full spoonful went into his mouth and Brian began to rub his rock-hard, bloated belly himself. His groin felt warm and he found himself getting an erection at the thought. It didn't take long before he felt his small, hard dick trapped between the soft and warm fat of his fat pad and underbelly. He tried to jerk off while eating the tiramisu, but his stomach was too big and painful and his arm too short to reach his penis. Suddenly, another groan came from the bathroom, followed by the splashing sounds of something falling into the toilet water. Brian shook his head. This was not really attractive. If only he could get up to close the bathroom door. Crazy. Brian realized that he hadn't been that bothered by the things Tobias did in the bathroom before. He often laughed about a fart or brushed his teeth while Tobias did a big errand in the toilet. Another bite of tiramisu went into his mouth and he rubbed his stomach again, which was now so swollen that he could barely breathe.

The bowl of tiramisu was three-quarters empty when Brian sank back onto his pillows with a sigh. That was so nice, but he felt uncomfortable. As if his stomach could give out at any moment.

He had hadn’t felt so much pain yesterday. While Tobias was still sitting on the toilet, he stared at the ceiling and tried to focus his thoughts elsewhere. With both hands he rubbed his stomach, which occasionally gurgled violently, causing severe pain. How would Neil fare? He is now stuck behind hot pots and pans cooking in the dining room. Would he have expected him? Sure. If Tobias had not sent for the food, they would probably have gone downstairs to the dining room. Then they could have seen each other for a while. Yet he didn't blame Tobias for anything. It was sweet of him to arrange dinner, because he didn't think Brian had eaten anything yet. And Tobias couldn't help it that he was now lying on the bed again like a stuffed whale. A burp brought not only air, but also some tiramisu from his stomach. Brian quickly licked it off his lips before Tobias could see it. But he was still on the toilet. There was a groan and again there was the sound of splashing water. He had diarrhea, it dawned on Brian. If only he wasn't sick. It couldn't be food poisoning because he hadn't eaten yet. He wanted to shout something to Tobias, but his stomach was far too full and breathing was difficult, so he stayed quiet. It was suddenly quiet in the bathroom. Shit! If only nothing had happened. Brian couldn't possibly move anymore, so he couldn't check if everything was going well. An eerie silence fell over the hotel room. Then suddenly a loud growl from his stomach and a pain worse than Brian had ever felt made him clutch his belly. With tears in his eyes from pain and fear, he realized that he had really eaten too much this time. His promise to lose weight flashed before his eyes. The doctor's appointment, the meals Tobias had cooked for him, all the nice words he'd ever said to him about his body shape, the meals he'd eaten yesterday, and Neil feeding him meat. 

“Pills!” was all Brian could think of. 

He needed those pills now. The phone to reach Orlando… or someone who could give him the pills was on the nightstand on Tobias' side of the bed. Brian looked at it as his eyes blurred.

The pain in his stomach became even more intense. All the food in it wanted to get out, he felt. His arm was far too short to pick up the phone and he could no longer move his body. He no longer had the strength to do that. He wanted to throw up and scream, but at the same time he didn't want Tobias to see him like that. He had already expressed his concerns about him. And he had waved it away. In fact, he had given Tobias his ass for it. If only he had listened. He looked around the room in panic. Hey, what was that? On the cart, where the bowl of tiramisu had been, was what looked like a small, flat box. Brian took a breath as best he could, and with a final effort, he reached for the box. He opened it hastily, impatient to see if it contained what he expected. He emptied the box into his hand with difficulty due to his fading consciousness and smiled. That villain! Without thinking about whether he was doing it wisely, he put the two pills in his hand into his mouth and swallowed them immediately. Apparently Orlando had noticed again that he was already full of the barbecued meat and had hidden the pills under the bowl of tiramisu. Brian resolved to thank the butler the next time he saw him. 

Rubbing his visible abs, Tobias walked into the room. 

“Gosh man, I suddenly have problems with my intestines…”

He paused as he saw Brian sleeping tightly wrapped in the covers. He seemed happy to see that Brian had eaten well from the cart. He even left some spaghetti, tagliatelle and tiramisu for him. Enough for one serving, but that was enough.