Thefatpriest101 - Fat Lab 13

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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.

Introducing guinea pig 011. Let's see how fat we can get this one before he fails too.

Breakfast time