Lardfill story ideas part 8

DIRTY BULK  

by Lardfill, 2014

"I'm getting huge, dude.  Look at that!" Jorge bragged to his neighbor while he posed in his underwear in his backyard.   

He had been basking in the hot sun, deepening his darker complexion, when his neighbor lit up the barbeque and waved hello from over the short fense.  Jorge had been working out hard for over a month and his winter bulk had quckly been transforming into beefy muscle, and he was very eager to show off his progress.   The neighbor, Victor, was obese - over four hundred pounds of pale fat and in his late thirties, and Jorge felt especially proud when his decade-younger and incredibly muscular body was posing for someone who had let himself go so badly.   

"It looks like a lot of hard work - you're looking great, Jorge," Victor complimented in a slightly off tone that smacked of jealousy.  

"Yeah, I've been at the gym and I set up a little home gym and working at it for at least four hours a day, for two months," Jorge explained as he turned his back to Victor to start flexing his back and ass in his scant dark grey briefs that left little to the imagination.  "And, I've been jogging every morning at sunrise for two hours."

"Well, it's paying off.   You want a beer and a burger?  I've got the grill going and a fridge in the garage full of cold beers," Victor offered.

"Sure, man.  Thanks!   I could use a fuel-up," Jorge said, turning back around and sporting a little bit of a swell in his obviously well-endowed cock that layed horizontally in the small breifs.   "Just let me throw on some clothes first." 

He strutted back into his small city home, threw on an old, tight white tanktop undershirt that had worn so thin that his dark nipples showed through them just a bit.   He loved how the shirt felt on him and he felt incredibly sexy in it, as it showed off his pumped arms, bull neck, and then left just enough to the imagination that it made everyone curious to see what was underneath that skin-tight cotton.   He pulled on a pair of light grey sweat pants that used to be baggy but now had filled out to show off his bubble butt, his groin, and his thick, muscular thighs.   He loved how he looked in the mirror but he still felt small.   It would take another season of heavy bulking and another season of endless working out to gain the extra 50-75lbs of beef he wanted to gain.   He felt that 350lbs was a good number to stop at, but then again, he used to think that his current 275lbs was getting too big - he couldn't get enough mass, and he fed that urge to get huge all day, every day.   

Jorge strutted into Victor's yard with a big grin as he could now see the bottom half of Victor's bloated fat body.  His massive T-shirt wasn't big enough and a good three or four inches ofunderbelly hung, unobstructed, from under the black fabric.  It jiggled wildly as he waddled around in his own light greay sweatpants, which was also exposing a two nch asscrack that also jiggled and bounced as he took heavy steps and panted like Jorge did after two hours of jogging.    He was a disgusting display of blubber, but Jorge found something appealing about his sheer vastness - and felt a bit of envy over the size difference, even though it was a difference of hard muscle and soft flab.    Even Victor's large mantits were compelling to watch swaying and bouncing, resting on top of his enormous soft blob of a belly.

"It's a hot one today," Victor laughed, wiping the sweat off his forehead and red hair.   His pale freckled complexion and copious layers of fatty insulation were not keen on baking under the sun, and he spent his time sitting in heavy-duty lawn furniture under a large umbrella when he wasn't tending to the 12 burgers and 12 hotdogs roasting slowly on the charcoal grill.  

"Holy shit, dude!  How many people are coming to eat?" Jorge laughed in surprise when strolled up to the grill.

"Me, you, and my buddy, Chunk, should be getting here any time now," Victor said with a grin before taking a long chug from the dripping cold bottle of beer in his chubby hand.

"Chunk?  He another big guy like you?" Jorge chuckled, walking over to grab a frosty beer.   

"No, he's not the perfect specimen of human form that I am," Victor laughed, slapping his belly.  "You'll get along great with Chunk - he's a personal trainer and he's huge like you."

"Really?  Sounds good, man.   Thanks for the beer and the grub," Jorge said, patting Victor on the plump shoulder, which sent ripples down his fat body.

Jorge offered to tend the grill so Victor could stay seated in the shade, and while he was flipping patties, Chunk arrived.   Jorge never realzed that when Victor said that Chunk was huge, it was an understatement.   Chunk was enormous - over 400lbs of intimidating muscular beef.   He stood nearly a foot taller than Jorge, and upon seeing him for the first time, Jorge felt immasculated and tiny.   A jealous flush of blood went to his head and his cock, but luckly he was able to control himself sexually - most of the time, at least.   

Chunk was wearing a tight muscle shirt with a gym logo on it and basketball shorts that clung to his beefy ass and legs, but he was clearly not wearing underwear and his privates were clearly swinging free in the thin fabric.    He strided over to Victor and playfully pulled up the fat man's shirt and squeezed his giant flabby tit jokingly before giving him a big hug with a loud, deep laugh.

"And who's this little guy?" Chunk said, turning his attention on Jorge.

"That's Jorge, from next door," Victor said, opening another beer.

"Well, well... it looks like you've been working hard," Chunk said with a smile as he approached Jorge. 

His handshake was incredibly powerful and nearly crushed Jorge's hand.  

"Hey man, how's it going?" was all that Jorge could manage to say.  He had never felt so jealous over someone's body.

"Great, Little Guy," Chunk said with a wink.   "What's your goal?" 

"Sorry?"  Jorge asked.

"How big do you want to get?  You look like you're pumping yourself out of the average league of guys at the gym," Chunk clarified.  "I'm a personal trainer, and I'm always looking for a pet project."

"Seriously?  That would be awesome, man!" Jorge said in disbelief.   "Uh,  was thinking 350lbs sounds like a good goal."

"No, Little Guy, you got to aim bigger.  A frame like yours could hold 450lbs," Chunk responded without blinking an eye.

"450lbs?  That sounds way too big for me,"  Jorge admitted.  "It looks good on you, though.  Don't get me wrong.   You must be around that weight though."

"I am, and I'm holding here for now.   The weight combined with my height makes it hard on my body when it gets much bigger than this, but you- you, Little Guy - you could stand a few seasons of bulking and working out under my diet plan,"  Chunk explained.  "You wouldn't be disappointed."

"When do I start?" Jorge said with a giant laugh and another painful handshake.

"You started a few minutes ago, Little Guy," Chunk said with a big smile.

They continued talking until the burgers were cooked, and then they headed over to the patio furniture to sit down and start eating.   Victor was four beers in and excitedly clapped his hands when the food was plopped down on the table.   

"Alright, I'm going to get some more burgers on the grill," Chunk announced and started to head in to the house.   

"More burgers?  We have plenty here!" Jorge responded, confused.

"Oh no, Little Guy.   Lesson One - If you want to get huge, you have to eat huge.   Victor will probably eat ten of those, and I'll be doing the same - I suggest you do it too," Chunk informed, then hurried off into the house.

He returned with a plate of raw patties, a couple bottles of soda, and a twelve pack of beer that was wet with crushed ice.  The burgers went on the grill and Chunk spent the next hour intermediately cooking and eating, and forcing Jorge to fight off the pains in his stuffed gut and keep packing food in.  He could feel his abs push out in a round mound of food swelling inside of him as his stomach stretched into new limits. 

"Come on - EAT IT, just one more...maybe two, but that's it.   Then you can sooth that aching stomach with a milkshake," Chunk coaxed, making Jorge eat himself into a nearly listless stupor.   

it was nearly two hours later when they were all drunk, stuffed so full that they couldn't move, and moaning in pain.    Jorge surprised himself by actually fitting nine burgers into his gut, which was sticking out like he was pregnant.  His tank top was pulled up enough by his swollen belly to show an inch of his lightly hairy stomach, and felt oddly satisfied that his body could devour so much food - although it was nothing compared to Victor's fourteen burgers, or Chunk's twelve.   

Victor was looking like he was going to explode, his giant belly so swollen that his shirt had ridden up all the way past his bellybutton.   He was leaning back and moaning like a cow, his chubby hands lightly rubbing his overpacked globe of a belly.   Chunk kept putting a burger in his hand, and Victor just kept eating them without any objection.    Now, Chunk was handing him bottles of beer and actually tipping the bottle up higher so he would be forced to drink faster.   Jorge watched this display of forced gluttony but was too excited about his new , massively huge personal trainer to think anything was weird with it.   This man was someone who was born to bulk people up, and that was exactly what Jorge needed.

"Well, Big Guy.  Little Guy.   I think it's time I head home,"  Chunk finally said after the three men had a few conversations and shared a few more beers.  "Little Guy, you need to call me tomorrow and we'll get you set up in some extreme diet plans that'll make sure you bulk up massive.  You're going to be dropping jaws this time next year."

The evening wrapped up after that point, and Jorge helped Victor to hs couch before heading next door to his house.   When he stripped naked in his bedroom to go to bed, he caught his reflection in the mirror and watched his cock throb into an erection as he took in the sight of his big, swollen food belly.  He ran his hands over the belly, feeling it push out from behind his abs, making them fade against the larger overall curve of the belly.   His cock was erect and it took no time before he had one hand off of his belly and onto his shaft.   He stood in front of the mirror, jerking off with a feverish rate, his fingers probing hs bellybutton and cradling the underside of his swollen gut.   He kept picturing Chunk, and Victor.   He couldn't stop thinking about getting bigger, bulking all day and night, getting more and more massive.   He pictured Chunk squeezing Victor's bare chest, his beefy hands groping those soft, pink nipples... the jiggling flesh, the muscles... he wanted it all.   He shot a thick, powerful load of cum all over hs mirror when the image of the three of them naked and fucking like animals raced into his brain.

He fell asleep nearly instantly after that, laying face down on his bed, his bare ass stuck up in the air and his arms clutching a bunch of pillows.  

The next day he woke up to hard knocking on his back door.   Half asleep, he lumbered down to the door in his underwear, knowing that the white briefs emphasized how perfect his beefy body was.   Jorge opened the door to find Chunk standing there in a grey sweatsuit that was snugly fitting against his enormous physique, with his veiny muscled arm clutching a heavy looking duffle bag.  

"Ready for your first workout?" Chunk asked, rhetorically.  

"Now?"  Jorge asked, scratching his slightly bowed-out rack of ab muscles.

"Now.  Get dressed, unless you want to wear those little things," Chunk joked, flicking a strong finger against Jorge's suspended package that sat heavily in the briefs.

Jorge laughed nervously and swatted back with a friendly punch to Chunk's solid shoulder.  

"Alright, alright.   Give me a minute, will ya?" Jorge said before quickly rushing to put on some workout clothes and also hide his growing erection.

He quickly threw on a pair of sweat pants and a muscle shirt and headed out the door with Chunk, who stopped at a fast food restaurant to pick up a quick, high calorie meal for Jorge.   Six breakfast burgers, loaded with eggs, sausage patty, and bacon and six hashbrowns - all of which was plopped in Jorge's lap in a grease-stained paperbag.  The scent was intoxicating, and Jorge dug in immediately, plowing back four burgers before he even realized.   

"Come on, eat it all.   If you want to get huge, you'll eat it all," Chunk said firmly.

Jorge slowly pushed the rest of the burgers down his throat, followed by three of the hashbrown patties before announcing that he couldn't fit anymore food in his gut.

"Should I turn back around and drop you off at home?" Chunk asked with a fakely sweet tone.

"What? Why?" Jorge asked between heavy panting breaths, his hands grasping his full stomach.   His belly was swollen like it had been the night before, and he loved the sensation of being so packed full of food, knowing it would help make him grow more and more.

"Well, if you don't want to eat all that, then you obviously don't want to get huge like me," Chunk started.  "So, if you're done eating, I'll drop your scrawny ass back home and I'll workout alone."

"I'll finish! I'll finish!" Jorge assured, cramming the final three hashbrowns into his mouth so fast that the warm, liquid fat drooled down the corner of his mouth.   Chunk grinned as Jorge leaned back and chewed. 

"Good.   You need to eat a lot if you're going to turn yourself into a monster," Chunk said, letting his strong fingers slide over Jorge's food belly.  "Let's get you back to my place and get you on the machine."

"The machine?"  Jorge asked, mumbling through a mouth of fatty potato.

"Yeah, man.   I designed it - it's the perfect home gym," Chunk proclaimed proudly.  "It looks a little weird, but it does an excellent job."

They arrived at Chunk's trailer park, where his trailer home sat uncomfortably close to several neighbors who seemed to share his driveway.   The locals were already drinking beer on their porch in the morning sun, and heads turned when the two muscular jocks hopped out of the car and headed inside.   

The inside of the trailer home matched the outside.   Outdated and run down, the place was clearly in need of some work, just like Jorge's house.    The kitchen was kept tidy, but the thirty year old cabinets and appliances made the room look dingy.   There was a blender on the counter, along with multiple jugs of weight gain shake powder and supliments.  

"This is it.  It's not much, but just wait until you try the machine!" Chunk was brimming with excitement, rushing Jorge to the bedroom at the end of the trailer.   

When he swung open the door, Jorge saw something that he wasn't expecting to see.   When Chunk had said he built a workout machine, Jorge had pictured a modified version of a pre-existing machine - but not this.   What sat in the middle of the room was a hammock, attached to multiple chains, ropes, cords, pullies, and weights.   The thing looked like some demented S&M sex machine, and not at all like an exercise contraption.  

"I don't know what to say," Jorge said, stunned.

"Don't let it scare you!  This thing gives you a weightless, smooth, and easy workout that'll have you lifting double what you used to!" Chunk assured him.  "Here, let's get you in there."

Before Jorge could object, Chunk was laying him backwards onto the hammock and lifting his legs up so he could slide them into the leg harnesses.   There were leather straps on the arm and leg harnesses, and Chunk quickly explained that the straps need to be tightened and secured to make sure that the machine works properly. 

"Once your weight gets moving and working, you'll thank me that those are strapped in place like this," Chunk explained.   

With the final arm strap tightened and locked in place, Chunk stepped back and nodded his head in approval.   

"Excellent!  Okay, now move your body like you're rowing a boat with two oars," Chunk exclaimed happily.

Jorge pulled with his arms and felt his suspended body easily lift up and forward in response.   The movement would be excellent for building muscle if there was more resistance to give the muscles a workout.

"There isn't much resistance," Jorge said, half-glad that he didn't have to work out on such a full belly.

"Hold on, I'll fix that," Chunk replied, grabbing a bunch of weights and placing them in heavy bags that were suspended from pullies connected to the harness holding Jorge in place.   "Okay, now try it!"

Jorge strained hard and felt his muscles burning as they fought against the added weight.   Sweat began dotting up on Jorge's forehead and neck as he struggled to flex and pump his muscles.

"You need more,"  Chunk said simply and doubled the amount of weights that worked against Jorge.

Jorge laid there motionless, his muscles flexing and working to no avail.  The weight was too much to fight against and instead, left him motionless in the suspended hammock.   He tried over and over but the weight was too much to work against and he gave up, sweat trickling down his face before getting absorbed into his muscle shirt.  

"Too much," Jorge panted.

Chunk just cocked his eyebrow, his smile fading quickly.

"Maybe take a few weights out?" Jorge asked.

"No," Chunk said simply.  "You need more energy.   You can move that weight, easy."

"I can't.  Look, just take some of those weights out so I can actually move," Jorge insisted.

"No, let me get you a shake first," Chunk said before wandering off.

The blender whirred loudly in the kitchen a minute after Jorge had been left alone in the machine.   He continued to fight the weights and attempted to pull his body up again, to no avail.   Chunk returned with a large pitcher of thick creamy fluid, and zero clothes.   

Standing naked before him was Chunk's incredible body - beefy abs, hard chest, thick long cock, big balls, powerful legs, and a firm yet soft ass, all lightly tanned and looking like a gladiator from Roman times.    He was a bulky vision of the perfect male body, taken to muscular, beefy extremes.    The sight of him was instantly intimidating and inspirational, and despite himself, Jorge felt his cock pulse to life and was ashamed and terrified that his erection was visible in the thin sweat pant material.

"You want to look like me?" Chunk asked, flexing with the jug in his hand.  Jorge nodded a little bit.   "Then you have to drink this shake, little guy."

Without thinking, Jorge opened his mouth and let the shake get poured in.   Chunk smiled as the heavy mixture drained into Jorge's mouth, occasionally spilling out of his cheeks and down to soak his shirt with calorie-clogged shake.    Chunk ignored Jorge's protests when he had had his fill, and continued to empty the jug while filling Jorge.    

"Please!" Jorge pleaded out between breaths.