"Gravy Pig" - New Gainer Story

A family's life is altered forever when a pair of feeders move in next door.    Armed with a food truck and an intense drive to fatten others, the father and adult son duo turn the family into massive piles of lard.     *Contains: graphic sex, force feeding, immobility, unhealthiness, dark themes, and families dealing with gaining, sexuality and feederism.   References my previous story "Supernova".  

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GRAVY PIG

By Lardfill, March 2021

The Eaton family was barbecuing in their backyard and relaxing in the sun when their new neighbors arrived to begin moving in to the empty house that sat directly across from them.   They watched, anxious over who they would be sharing a fence with.   The old neighbor had been good friends with the Eaton's and had even installed a gate between their two backyards years ago, so the family was now wondering if they should've sealed over the gate when they had had the chance earlier this year.    They caught a glimpse of the man moving in, a muscular bull of a man with salt and pepper hair who was bulging out of his open-sided tank top and sweatpants, and the sight of him sent different thoughts through the family's minds. 

Steve Eaton, the husband and father of the family, was a typical man's man who was handy and rarely emotional, with all his favorite pastimes including chicken wings and beer.   He was always scruffy and his clothes never seemed to fit properly after years of letting his eating and drinking habits catch up with him, producing a big beer belly on his bulky 350lb frame.    He was a kind man with an appetite that never seemed to be satisfied so when he saw that his new neighbor was a muscular gym rat, his heart sank a little.   

Amy Eaton, Steve's petite wife of twenty years, had completely different thoughts about the new neighbor.   Her heart raced as she took in the sight of those raw muscles on display.   Her relationship with Steve had been in decline for decades as his weight climbed higher and as a result, she felt less attracted to him.    She had fallen in love and married her high school sweetheart, a tough and powerful football player who let himself go as he stopped playing sports to become a plumber who couldn't seem to eat enough, and those bad habits had rubbed off on their only son, who she also had become annoyed with over the years.

Adam Eaton was Steve and Amy's twenty year-old son who had barely graduated high school and then never left the house.   He didn't seem to have any ambitions or goals, aggravating his mother to no end but his father didn't seem to mind as the two spent countless nights eating and watching television or movies, talking about things that left Amy out of the loop.   His gluttony was much worse than Steve's, as his hunger was always present and he never restrained himself.   Steve almost encouraged it, feeling pride and a bit of envy in seeing his son not care about what other people thought and living like he wanted.   Adam never told them, but his nearly 500lb weight was gaining completely on purpose.   He loved gaining and growing fatter, but was scared to admit it to anyone other than his gay online gainer friends.   When Adam saw the muscular neighbor, he felt his heart skip at the sight of such a muscular bear of a man living within sight.   He was the exact opposite of Adam, a total contrast in bodies, and this was one of his biggest turn-ons.   

"Look at that, Steve," Amy said in a sourly sarcastic tone.  "Maybe the new guy can teach you a thing or two."

"I doubt it, hun," Steve fired back with an equally dry reply.   "Don't get your hopes up."

Adam just watched in silence, chewing on a burger as he watched the neighbor move boxes into the ranch style home.   He casually moved his thighs while eating, causing the soft fat on his inner legs to push up against his fat pad over and over, secretly causing Adam's buried erection to be stroked by his own chubby folds.    The neighbor's chest was pumped, the open sides of his tank allowing his chiseled chest and abs to peek out with every big movement and Adam couldn't look away as he continued stuffing his face and shifting his thighs.

"Slow down, Adam," Amy scolded.   "You eat too fast.  Both of you eat too fast!"

"Calm down," Steve told his wife, figuratively stepping in between his wife and son so he could take the brunt of her nagging.

"Don't tell me to calm down, Steve," Amy warned, glaring at her husband.   "It's your fault he's so fat!   You need to stop sheltering him and encouraging this behavior!"

"What behavior?" Steve asked, blind to the sight of his morbidly obese son.

"What behavior?!" Amy mockingly replied, pointing to Adam's plate.

Adam had eight cheeseburgers and six hotdogs on his plate, piled comically high.   Steve had filled the grill with meat and most of it had been put on Adam's plate without a second thought.   His son was hungry, so he made him enough food to fill him.   He didn't see what the big deal was.

"Maybe you should go tell it to the neighbor," Steve said with a cold grin.  "Go tell Mr. Fitness how horrible you have it here with your fat husband and son.    Go tell him how ashamed you are of us when you welcome him to the neighborhood."

"Are you jealous of him?" Amy laughed.   "Are you really jealous of the guy who just started moving in?"  

"Nope.   Not one bit, but I am a little annoyed at how you keep looking over there at him like he's Prince Charming and then you look back at us with that stink face," Steve admitted.

"Maybe you should try more to look like him instead of like -" Amy stopped herself.

"Instead of like what?   Please, I'm sure both of us need the confidence and advice that a good wife and mother should give," Steve said sarcastically.   "Go ahead, tell us how you really feel."

"You disgust me," Amy said, glaring at her husband.    

"Why don't you guys get a divorce?" Adam asked bluntly out of frustration, then let out a deep belch before taking a huge bite from a hotdog.

The silence that followed was unbearable.   Amy got up and left the patio, slamming the door shut behind her as she went inside the house to begin angrily vacuuming the living room so she could curse and swear without being heard.     The tension had been building for years, and lately Adam had become sick of it, knowing that everyone would be happier if they just ended their marriage and let the family live how they each wanted.   Amy would leave and find a fit husband with money.   Steve and Adam would probably continue living together since they got along so well as father and son.   Adam wasn't sure that he'd ever find a feeder and was happy with the idea of just being fat and living a gluttonous life with his dad.      If he did find a feeder, he'd find another place close to home so he'd never be far from the only part of his family that mattered to him.

As Steve and Adam ate in silence, they watched the neighbor and made small talk, speculating what the new guy did for a living.    Their guesses ranged from 'fitness instructor' to 'bodybuilder', with a few comical guesses that included 'cyborg from the future' and 'insufferable prick'.   They continued eating but both stopped when their career guesses were proven wrong in a way that nearly slapped the two across the face.

A food truck rumbled into the driveway of their new neighbor's house and parked at an angle that revealed a brightly painted side that featured giant gooey stacks of burgers covered in cheese and dripping with grease.    "Futter Burger" was written boldly across the top of the truck.   Adam's cock was throbbing in his fat.    Steve let out a short high pitched moan before snapping his jaw shut and shaking his head a little.

"What in the fuck?  Are you serious?" Adam blurted out, laughing.

"We were very, very wrong, son," Steve said with a big stupid grin.

The two watched as the driver of the food truck hopped out.    Adam clenched the hot dog in his hand so hard that it split in two and fell back down to his plate.    The driver appeared to be the neighbor's adult son, an equally muscular sculpted god of a man who shared a very similar handsome face.   He appeared bigger than his father, both taller and more bulky with hard muscle.   He had burning red hair and pale skin which just seemed to make the shadows around his pumped muscles stand out more.    He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, not much older than Adam.    

"These guys don't look like they eat their own food," Steve said, staring continuously as he watched the two unload a moving van and also the food truck.   

Adam couldn't think of anything to say, he just soaked up the view, his eyes mentally undressing the two neighbors, picturing them frying up fattening foods in their food truck.   His little fat-buried cock was throbbing and oozing precum as his imagination raced.   He pictured himself slobbing on the neighbor's cock after having that muscular frame fuck a big greasy burger first.   He pictured eating a pile of grease-soaked burgers off of their hard bodies, swelling his own body with more and more soft fat until he couldn't move.     

"I wonder what their burgers are like?" Steve asked out loud, then added, "Have you ever heard of their food truck before?"

"Nope, never heard of them before... 'Futter Burger'.  I hope they're good," Adam said, still lost in his sexual mental fantasy.    

"Could you imagine, being right next door to a food truck way out here in the suburbs?   It's like we have our own personal fast food restaurant in our backyard," Steve said with a big grin, picturing the possibilities.

Steve's belly gurgled and Adam's sounded off not long after, causing both father and son to look at each other and laugh.   "Soon...  soon..." Adam joked as he lifted up his shirt and patted his large pale belly, sending ripples through the flab.  

"I just hope they're not healthy bean burgers or something," Steve laughed.   

"Healthy?!   Do you see that big picture of a four patty burger on the side of the food truck?" Adam asked, pointing at the vibrantly decorated food truck.    "That monster burger is dripping cheese and grease and there's at least six strips of bacon on it.  If those guys are selling healthy burgers, then that's some major false advertising."

The two were nearly finished their dinners and were drinking some beers when the two new neighbors started taking a shirtless beer break after unloading the moving van.   The two muscular men made eye contact with Steve and Adam and waved from across the lawn, strolling over to the fence to say hello.   Adam's heart pounded as he watched the two shirtless men walk across their lawn, beefy muscles bouncing and firming up with every step, their muscles pumped and sweaty from all the lifting and moving.   

"Oh jeez, here we go," Steve said under his breath as the men approached.   

They easily found the gate and casually strolled right into Steve's backyard, making themselves fully visible.   Close up, they were much stronger and powerful looking.   They both had impressively pumped pecs and arms, thick necks, and powerful legs.   The difference between the two was their stomachs and their height.   The son was much taller than his father and had a firm, flat stomach with abs while the father had a bit of a gut - still muscular, but he was carrying a bit more meat on his frame.   

"Howdy neighbors!" the father said, walking up to the deck and raising his hand up to shake Steve's hand.    "I'm Eric, this is my son Tom."

Steve introduced himself and Adam, shaking hands with a tight grip that seemed to be like a momentary competition for hardest squeeze which Eric easily won.    Tom just stood back and momentarily raised his hand for a quick wave hello while letting out a husky-voiced, "Hey."

Adam said the same thing back and tried not to stare at Tom's gym-sculpted body for too long.    His mouth was watering looking at Tom, and it didn't take long to notice the hefty  bulge in Tom's shorts.    He looked back up to try to keep his focus on Tom's face but it was already too late as Adam looked at Tom's face to find Tom staring back into his eyes with a grin.   Tom very casually made his hard bulging chest bounce a little while the two kept staring at each other.      

"We just moved here from Nevada," Eric continued.   "We lived there for a while but we decided it was time to move and get away from all the competition."

"Competition?" Steve asked.

"Oh yeah, there's a lot of food trucks and the market is shifting," Eric said, pointing over to the food truck in the driveway.   "People want to eat healthier.   They don't want meat and cheese and fat anymore, and the few trucks that are still making the unhealthy stuff are all at each other's necks.   We just wanted out so we could find a city that really needed us."

"If your burgers are as good as they sound, you'll be living right next to your new best customers," Steve laughed, holding his beer bottle out to tap against Eric's bottle.   "Cheers mate," Steve added as they clinked their bottles together.   "Cheers to your burgers and to new friends."

They all drank together as a toast, feeling very good about the future until the patio door slid open and Amy walked out, fresh makeup on her face and her hair styled differently.

"Hello there!   You must be the new neighbors!  Welcome!" she said in a falsely sweet tone.  "I'm Amy!" 

Eric and Tom re-introduced themselves to Amy and they began friendly small talk that seemed more restrained and less friendly than it had been just a minute earlier.    Amy kept making flirty gestures and comments, pointing out how fit they were before insulting her own husband and child.     

"Maybe you two can rub off on my guys, these two need some help," she said, glaring at Steve.     "They just don't know when to stop eating, or how to exercise, or be true men."

Steve just sucked down more beer and gave the slightest bit of a head shake.   Adam blushed and tried to suck in his belly as much as he could, but this just made Tom smile.      

"If he wants to, I can give your son a workout," Tom said, posing a little to make his muscles pop.   

Eric cleared his throat and gave him a quick semi-serious glare under his brow before looking back to the family and plastering on a smile.  

"If your husband wants, I can give him a few training tips, but it's best to go slow,"  Eric said, a bit insulted by Amy's obvious lack of respect for her family.   

"Let's not impose, yeah?" Steve said dryly after finishing his bottle of beer.   "Maybe the neighbors don't want to feel responsible for how fat and disgusting we are, yeah?   Maybe that's a lot to ask of someone you just met?" 

Amy huffed and rolled her eyes as an awkward silence dropped over the two families before Tom broke it all with his adorably husky voice.

"Wait until you try my signature burger," Tom said, knowing exactly what kind of discussion would arise from it.

"Your signature burger?" Amy asked, entirely too cheery.  

"Yeah, I invented it.  It was our best seller in Vegas," Tom said enthusiastically.   "It's four big patties, fried in bacon fat, seven strips of back bacon, 2 slices of ham, an onion ring, fried pickle slice and my special garlic mayo sauce - with a cup of my famous gravy for dipping."

Amy's face was sickly pale by the time he had finished describing the burger.   Eric was holding in a chuckle while both Steve and Adam were nearly drooling at the description.

"I will take six of those burgers right now," Adam said seriously.

The men laughed.   Amy rolled her eyes and looked defeated as she dropped the fake happy persona.    She looked at everyone in disgust and nodded her head in frustration.

"Great.  Just try not to let him choke on them," Amy said, grimly.  "He eats fast like a pig, they both do."

"The best customers always do," Tom added, like a final stab of the knife.

"Whatever, I'm done," Amy said as she stood up and walked back to the patio door.   "Nice to meet you Eric... Tom."

As soon as the patio doors shut behind Amy, Adam leaned forward in his chair with wide eyes and asked, "Are you serious about those burgers?"

"Yeah man, totally," Tom said enthusiastically.   "They're so good.   I have them all the time when I'm bulking."

"Well, I'm always bulking," Adam said with a grin.   

Tom stepped to the side slightly so his  body was visible to just Adam, blocked from view from Steve and Eric by the deck railing and a bush.    Adam looked down to see that Tom was fully erect and his shorts were no longer able to contain the length of his shaft.    His swollen cock head had pushed out from under the waistband, and he casually swayed as he stood, secretly pushing his cock out more and more for his private display for Adam.

Adam nervously watched as Tom licked his lips while leaning against the bush to completely hide the fact from their parents that he was rubbing his exposed cock head for Adam, clearly turned on by Adam's obesity.   As a reward, Adam casually yawned and stretched his arms out a bit, fully aware that it would cause his 7xl t-shirt to ride up nearly to his bellybutton.    His pale pink belly hung out, right up to his deep navel which seemed to part his lower belly into two giant lobes of fat with a faint treasure trail of hair that lead down under the curve of soft jelly fat.   

Tom's chest twitched and his entire body seemed to lock up at the sight of Adam's fleshy belly, but his expression stayed locked in a grin as the head of his exposed cock began spewing hot thick cum into the bush.   Adam watched as Tom froze in place and pumped out a heavy load and like a reflex, Adam leaned back and grabbed one of the remaining burgers and took two huge bites that packed his cheeks.  He was furiously hungry, watching a perfectly sculpted man orgasm while looking at his flabby mess of a body was all the proof that Adam needed to know that he was on the right track in life.   He wanted more, and judging by the look on Tom's face as he gorged on the burger, Adam knew that Tom wanted the same thing - to see Adam become enormously fat. 

The conversation continued for another ten minutes as Adam finished off the remaining burgers after offering them to their new neighbors.  

"Last chance," Adam had said, holding out the platter with the two final burgers.

"You finish those and then you have to try one of mine - on the house, of course," Tom said with a toothy smile.   

"Deal," Adam said, taking a big bite before asking with a mouth full of food, "What's the name of your signature burger?"

"It's called the Brady Burger, after Brady Connors," Tom said with another erection building in his shorts.

"Brady Connors.   Now that's one hell of a Hollywood story," Steve said before taking a long sip of beer.

"It makes you wonder just how fat people can get," Eric said to Steve before glancing over to Adam and giving a wink that only he could see before looking back at Steve to finish his thought.   "Now there's this big rise in obesity and they're blaming it on Brady Connors.  It's not his fault, he just proved that people would rather be fat.   They really want it."

Adam was hornier than he had ever been in his life.   His new neighbors were a bodybuilding father and son duo who both seemed like feeders, proudly so.    His tiny fat-encased cock was throbbing and a wet spot was beginning to form on his grey sweatpants.   Adam couldn't believe that the son was cumming while looking at him and had named the burger after the world's fattest man who had gained the weight on purpose, and he also couldn't believe that the father was clearly into the idea of fattening people up too.

"Don't tell my wife this stuff, she'll fucking murder you," Steve laughed.

"Well then, I think it's time you guys got to experience a more friendly environment," Tom said, nodding over to their new home.   "Come on, I'll fire up the grill and make you some Brady burgers."

"I dunno know..." Steve started, knowing how Amy would react.

"We have beer," Eric added.

"Okay, let's go," Steve said, hopping up and rubbing his palms together.   

They all headed across the lawn with Eric leading the way, followed by Steve and Adam, with Tom walking behind a few steps so he could take in the view of Adam's giant wobbling ass and body fat jiggling and shifting wildly with each step.   He had to keep himself from getting erect again while in sight of Steve, but Tom knew that he needed to get Adam alone as soon as possible.    He wanted to dive into that ass and fill his belly with food.    He couldn't help picturing Adam as fat as humanly possible, begging for his cock between bites of Brady burgers and gallons of gravy.   

"Everything is mostly in boxes right now, but Tom's food truck is always set to go and we have some comfortable recliners and couch in the living room," Eric said, leading their two fat neighbors inside.   

Tom ran off to the truck to get some cold beers and returned with a box of twelve bottles that he set in the empty fridge in the kitchen before realizing it still wasn't cold enough yet so he put them in the freezer instead.  

"The fridge isn't cold enough yet, so I'm putting them in here - we just have to drink them all before they start freezing," Tom said, bringing over four bottles.

Adam's stomach growled loudly and the three stared at him for a second before Tom patted him on the back and said, "Okay, I think Adam needs a tour of the food truck so I can cook him up a couple Brady burgers.  How many does everyone else want?"

"None for me, thanks.  I'm stuffed," said Steve, playfully patting his belly.

"Nonsense - make him one, he can fit another burger in there, I'm sure of it," Eric said, patting Steve's round gut with a manly grin.

"Alright, alright, just one - and no one tell-" Steve started.

"I won't say a word.   In fact, anything that happens here, stays here.   This is a safe zone for you guys from now on," Eric said with complete seriousness.    "Eat what you want, drink as much as you want...   that's the way it should be, and that's the way it always is under this roof."

"You're not married, are you?" Steve asked with a laugh.

"I was, and she actually was the one who came up with the house rule in the first place," Steve said with a beaming smile.   "She was a big lady, loved her food."

"Alright, I can't listen to this guy's belly growl any more, it's like torture," Tom laughed, patting Adam's gut and speaking in his deep husky voice that made Adam weak in the knees.   

He led Adam out the back doors and over to the food truck in the driveway.   The decal on the side was obscenely fattening looking.   There were drips of grease drooling down the giant image of the burger, and the words "Futter Burger" were designed to look like melting butter.    The truck screamed "Fat" in every sense.    There was even a "Caution- wide load" sign on the side under the serving window with several fat roll-covered body outlines on either side of it that looked like brackets.    Tom pointed it out and said that the outlines were added after tracing the outline of their fattest customers.

"That biggest outline, with the huge hip rolls, was this young guy in Vegas who said that this was his last trip outside due to his growing weight, and he wanted his last trip outside to be to my food truck to eat until he couldn't stand up," Tom said, his erection throbbing back to life.   "He stayed all day and in the end, I helped him and his friends take him home to make sure he never stood up again."

Adam moaned and Tom pushed into him with lust, causing Adam to lean into the food truck, right in the middle of the 'wide load' sign and outlines of enormously obese people.   They passionately kissed and Tom began licking and kissing along Adam's fat face and double chin, his strong hands exploring every roll and fold that he could find.  Adam could feel the hard length of Tom's cock pressing into his belly and he could barely take it any longer.

"You have to fuck me, please," Adam said before chewing on Tom's earlobe.

"Piggy, piggy, piggy... you need to eat first... I need a truly fat ass if I'm going to fuck you as hard as I want to," Tom said, grinding his erection into Adam's underbelly.    "How about I heat up a gallon of gravy and get that into you before we talk about packing my sausage in between your buns."

He laughed but his eyes were deadly serious as he helped Adam up the steps into the food truck, squeezing him into the doorway and into the kitchen area while pushing his ass up the steps, letting his thumbs push in deep against the fabric of his pants.  He quickly fired up the grill and took a pot out of the fridge and put it on the burner.    

"This will be heated enough in a few minutes, and then I'm going to drain it all into you," Tom said, lowering his shorts until his eleven inch cock sprung up and slapped his abs before bouncing down and pointing straight at Adam's belly.

"Take your shirt off, piggy," Tom said, swinging his hips back and forth so his cock swung and slapped at his muscular hips like a baseball bat.     "Show me what you have so far."

Adam took off his shirt and playfully jiggled at his chest and belly.   He was buttery soft and smooth, with just a hint of hair on his chest and belly.   His chest was perky but starting to become so fat that they were hanging to the sides more, which made them look massive.  His nipples were larger than normal, stretched out in a pale shade of pink that was barely any different than the rest of his skin.   His belly was a tank on top but a flabby and soft sack of lard on the bottom, widening into giant love handles and hips that swayed with every step.   His ass was incredible, spreading wide and high on top and forming a bit of a shelf of flesh before becoming a wide hanging expanse of lard that hung down like his lower belly did on his front.   His fat legs were covered in cellulite and had multiple folds and rolls forming on his inner thighs while his lower legs were swollen and darker in color, something Tom saw as a sign of extreme obesity.   A normal person would stop gaining and lose weight if these cosmetic issues came up, but not a fat slob like Adam.   Adam was the kind of guy who would never stop eating and growing fatter because that's all he ever wanted.      Tom knew this just by looking at Adam's naked body.   

"You're so fucking sexy, I can't take it," Tom said, momentarily jerking on the shaft of his cock.

Tom stirred the pot of gravy and could tell it was only slightly warm, but he couldn't wait any longer.

"Fuck it, pig.   I can't wait any longer," Tom said as he hastily grabbed a large funnel from the hook on the wall and dumped the slightly warm gravy into a large plastic pitcher.   It slopped into the pitcher with still-cool globs swimming in a rich brown gravy.

Tom pushed Adam's naked ass into the counter and then leaned into him, over his belly and placed the end of the metal funnel in Adam's lips.     Tom's erection pushed into Adam's underbelly but slipped out and found its way into the sloppy fat wet hole where Adam's cock was buried instead.   Without hesitation, Tom began dumping the pitcher into the funnel and watched as he gleefully swallowed and moaned, sucking on the funnel so the gravy noisily slurped down into the hole with force.    Tom's cock head pushed deep into Adam's slick cock hole and pushed up hard against the minuscule cock head that remained.   Adam could feel how small his penis was compared to Tom's and it made his pathetic dick pulse out another drop of clear precum, adding more lubrication for Tom to use.

As the gravy was sucked down by Adam, Tom fucked wildly at Adam's fat pad, ramming his massive cock into the mess of lard that had swallowed up Adam's dick.     All Adam could do was let it happen, but he was going to make sure he proved to Tom just how much he wanted it by gulping down the gravy as fast as possible.     It only took two minutes, and Adam managed to empty the jug of gravy like it was nothing.   As the funnel sputtered from Adam trying to suck down more gravy after finishing it all, Tom sank all his weight into Adam and pulled him closer as hard as he could with all his muscles.    Adam yelped as this pushed Tom's lengthy cock as deep as it would go, pushing back into the fat so far that Tom could feel the buried length of Adam's cock all the way down to where it used to meet his thin body.    Feeling that Adam's cock used to be at least six inches long but now was four inches deep in fat made Tom's cock erupt with another thick load of cum.

"You fat greasy pig, you're fucking delicious," Tom moaned as he licked a dribble of gravy off of Adam's face.     

"That was the best gravy I've ever had," Adam said with a chuckle.

"That was just a sample.   Now it's time to eat.   How many should I make you?  Six?"  Tom asked, completely serious as he slowly pulled his cock out from Adam's fat pad.   

"Six?"  Adam asked in shock, letting out a massive burp which seemed to make his fullness subside for a minute.   "Yeah, what the hell... six."

"I'll make sure you get them all in, even if it takes all night," Tom promised, slapping Adam on the ass.    

The two cooked up a platter of monstrous burgers and brought them inside after they put their clothes back on.     Inside, they found a very drunk Steve thrilled to see the size of the burgers and then he and Adam began gorging themselves on the towers of fatty meats and cheese on buns soaked with grease.    Steve ate two.   Adam ate six while his dad was there, but then he stayed overnight after his father waddled home and Tom ended up hand feeding him four more all through the night.    They fucked eight times and finished the night by draining another gallon of gravy down his throat while the sun was coming up.

They slept until ten in the morning, with Tom's cock still in Adam's asshole after they had fallen asleep after sex.    Eric knocked on the door before immediately swinging it open to see his naked muscular son wrapped around Adam's obscenely obese body, with Adam's ass cheeks literally grabbing around Tom's hips because he was plunged in so deep.

"Boys, I got breakfast ready," Eric announced, completely un-phased at the sight.   "Tom, you gotta get the truck down to the park before noon."

"Eye-eye, captain!" Tom replied, half asleep, his face nuzzled into Adam's back fat.  

Adam laid there in complete shock.   Tom and his father were completely open about loving fat, and they were so casual about it.   He sighed in relief and as he felt Tom's arm reach up and grab at his fat-stretched nipple, pinching it and cupping the fat in his hand.

"I have to get the food truck to the park, but you stay here so my dad can feed you breakfast," Tom said, nonchalantly.

"Feed me?" Adam asked, truly unsure if he meant serve him breakfast or actually feed him breakfast.  

"He will most likely have already made a huge breakfast.   He probably won't feed you it, but if you don't finish it all, I can say for sure that he will definitely hand feed it to you until it's all gone," Tom said with a wink, just like the wink that Eric had given him yesterday.

"Really?" Adam asked, completely shocked.

"How do you think I learned how to be this way?" Tom said bluntly.   "He and I have always been like peas in a pod.   I learned everything I know from him, and I know that you're just too big of a temptation to pass up.   He loves the gluttony of it all more than anything.  He just loves to watch someone overeat."

"I'm in trouble, aren't I?" Adam said with a laugh.

"You have no idea, piggy," Tom said, kissing him on the lips before rushing off to have a shower.   "You and your dad are goners.   No hope left for you two."

Adam only waddled home at four o'clock in the afternoon.   His belly was so swollen that his shirt was up over his belly button.   He slowly waddled back to his house to be greeted by his father, who stood back and said "whoa," like someone was bringing a bowl of nitroglycerin into the house.    Amy opened her mouth to give a lecture but then stopped herself.

"Way to go, son!" Steve said with honesty.  "I've never seen you eat so much as you did last night!" 

"You didn't see the half of it," Adam barely managed to say before letting out a loud belch followed by a long rumbling fart.   

Steve laughed so hard he could barely stand up and Amy grabbed the car keys and slammed the front door behind her.   A few seconds later, the two could hear tires squealing away from the driveway but they just shrugged and plopped themselves on  the couch to talk about their new neighbors.    

TWO WEEKS LATER

"I'm off to see the neighbors!  Don't wait up!" Steve said to his wife, who waved him off angrily, turning up the volume on the television in the bedroom.   

Amy had become greatly disgusted by her husband and son over the last few weeks.   Steve had spent each night guzzling beers and watching sports with Eric, while Adam had literally ballooned before her eyes.   He would spend days with Tom and then waddle home with food stains all over his clothes which he was quickly outgrowing.    He had even begun walking around the house without a shirt and she couldn't even look at him.   There were new stretchmarks on all of his flabby rolls and his belly was half way down to his knees - and he showed no sign of embarrassment or disgust in himself.   It made her sick to watch, so she had spent most of her time in the bedroom, binge-watching shows and window-shopping online.

Steve walked into Eric's living room to find his enormous son beached on their couch in a pair of tight pajama bottoms and nothing else.   Tom was sitting next to him, lifting a barbell with one hand off to the side of the couch.   Adam lifted a giant sloppy burger up to his mouth as Tom pumped the fifty pound weight in a mirroring movement that highlighted the incredible contrast between them.    The two were busy watching a documentary about Brady Connors, something that they seemed to watch on a daily basis, along with one of several copies of "Big Sumo" that Tom owned.   He was obsessed with the actor's explosive weight gain and dark finale and Steve kept having fleeting worries over Adam's fate now that Tom had him in his grips.    

He knew that both Eric and Tom were incredibly seductive with the temptation of beer and food, but Steve soon had his focus on a sports game playing on the television in the kitchen that Eric was watching.    Soon after that, there were burgers, fries, and wings in front of him and a constant supply of beer from the keg that had been installed in the kitchen.    At the end of the night, Steve stumbled home with a full belly and somewhat romantic thoughts that kept flooding his mind involving Eric.   He had never felt these urges before, but he had never met someone who understood his unashamed gluttony so much - besides his son - and now both he and his son seemed to be living in a dream.    He never wanted to leave Eric's house and completely understood why Adam had already started staying over so often.

Once Steve had gone home, Tom led Adam out to the food truck for their nightly routine of gravy-chugging and rough fucking.   He had already trained Adam to swallow two gallons over the course of thirty minutes, but tonight was special - tonight he would show Adam just how he makes the gravy and then he would feed it all to him.   If he swallowed it all and wasn't completely disgusted by the ingredients, Tom would know that Adam was truly the one for him.     Adam had gained nearly 30lbs in the last two weeks but he wanted to be sure that he was committed to just how unhealthy his habits were. 

"What's all this?"  Adam asked, curious to see tubs of raw ingredients instead of ready-to-drink gravy.

"I'm going to show you what goes into your body every single night," Tom said with a wink.   "I'm not sure if you're going to enjoy this or be grossed out."

"Only one way to find out," Adam said with a smile. 

Tom got to work uncovering a large metal bin of chilled substance that was yellow and waxy looking - pure fat.    The bin looked heavy by the way that Tom's muscles bulged as he lifted it up onto the stove top burners, there had to have been at least 20lbs of pure fat inside of it.  

"This is all the daily grease drippings from the flattop grill," Tom said, his bare muscular pecs twitching under the apron he was wearing.   "I grind my own beef, and we use a 50/50 blend of beef and fat to make our burgers extra juicy.   It means they're packed with flavor but there's also a lot of fat drippings.   I actually have to stretch this gravy recipe now that I funnel most of it into you each night."

Tom slid at least ten bricks of pure white lard into the pan and let it melt with all the beef drippings and brought it up to cooking temperatures before starting to whisk in a big scoop of flour, and then another.    The big metal bin of fat bubbled and thickened up as it cooked and Tom kept stirring and mixing with a large spoon as the fat absorbed the flour and turned into a huge gummy pile of a nutty smelling dough.    Tom brought out a big plastic tub of chilled broth that jiggled like jelly. 

"This is broth I make daily from all the bones and scraps left over from after I grind the beef cuts for the burger patties.   It turns into like a jelly when it's cold, but once I dump it in that hot pan with that roux we just made with the fat and flour, it'll melt and start turning into a beautifully silky gravy as I blend it all together," Tom said, watching as Adam kept smelling the pan.

He dumped in the beef stock and began blending it all, first with a whisk, and then with a hand held blender which turned the gooey brown mess into a glossy, rich and smooth gravy.   Four gallons of it for Adam, two gallons for the food truck customers.   As they waited for the gravy to cool a bit before dumping it down Adam's throat, Tom greased up his cock and fucked Adam's giant wobbly ass slowly until the timer went off.   Adam was growling in hunger as Tom pulled out of his asshole and casually walked over to the bin and filled two large pitchers with the gravy.     

"Were you disgusted by the amount of fat that's in this?   Over half of this pitcher is pure fat, and this one too," Tom teased.  "If you drink both of these, it'll be like you drank a gallon of pure lard.   Pure fat.    Every single day, and that's on top of all the burgers and fries and snacks you eat every day."

"How much fatter am I going to get?" Adam asked, licking his lips.   "Because I'm not disgusted at all.    You could spoon feed me pure lard and I'd beg you for more."

"Oh yeah?   You think you can handle what I have planned for you?" Tom said, bringing the gravy to Adam's lips.

"Feed me, make me as fat as you want.   I don't want anything else, just please feed me.   I'm so hungry," Adam pleaded. 

Tom tipped the pitcher up and held it there as he watched Adam greedily chug the gravy down in one long slurp.    It finished in just over a minute and let out a massive belch.    Tom pushed his throbbing cock deep into Adam's hole and told him to finish the second pitcher.  He lazily grabbed the sides of the heavy mass of gravy and began sucking at the brim, building up speed as it slipped down his throat.    Tom slowly pushed in and pulled out of Adam's ass, getting into a steadily quickening rhythm that seemed to push Adam to swallow faster and faster with each thrust.   

"Keep swallowing, you sack of lard.   I want to immobilize you by the end of the year, and then what do you think will happen to you when all you can do is lay there and suck on a gravy tube all day long?" Tom said, his husky voice licking at Adam's ear.    "Think of how much lard you'll be swallowing... how much lard you're going to make."

With that, Tom tightened his grip all over Adam, locking up as his cock erupted with a thick load of cum deep inside of Adam's ass.    Adam finished the second pitcher of gravy just in time as he felt a spurt of hot cum in his guts at the same time the last mouthful of gravy drained down his throat.  

Tom's sweaty muscles relaxed and sunk into Adam's plump back for a minute before the two stood upright and got their balance.   Adam looked ready to pop, with his belly pushing out like a drum on top and his lower belly swaying lower than ever.    Tom sucked at Adam's nipples and wiped some gravy off of Adam's fat face.   With the greasy gravy on his fingers, Tom dove his hand into Adam's fat pad and wormed his way down to his tiny buried erection.

"There's barely anything left," Tom said with a playfully fake sad face.   "What happened?   I think you might have an eating problem, piggy.   You've eaten so much and gotten yourself so fat that your cock is gone.    You just have this cherry head surrounded by blubber.   That's it.  Poor piggy."

He stroked Adam's cock with two fingers, the gravy making it slick and oily so Tom's strong fingers glided over the tiny cock head with ease.    He began vibrating his two fingers, pushing into the throbbing cock for only a few seconds before Adam's knees nearly buckled and he heaved out a giant sloppy load of cum that filled Tom's palm before spilling down his fat thigh folds.    Tom pulled out his hand, covered in a soupy white mess of cum, and immediately began making out with Adam's face, more attracted than ever by his big cum-filled hog of a boyfriend.

Adam never went home again after that point.   He refused to go home, which disturbed his mother but also gave her a sense of relief to have him out of the house and not in sight anymore.   He was truly vile to her now.   Things weren't much better for Steve, who had become tired of Amy's constant insults and hatred, and she had grown tired of his fattening body and piggish personality - and it was quickly getting worse as Steve's clothes grew tight and he proudly wore them like a fat badge of honor.   Their marriage was splintering but no one seemed to be upset as they all had their sights set on their own futures.

TWO WEEKS LATER

It had only been a single month since Eric and Tom Futter had moved in across from the Eaton family and it had already changed that family so drastically that they were almost unrecognizable.   Steve had gained 30lbs in a single month, while Adam had shockingly bloated up to a staggering 600lbs after gaining 100lbs like it was nothing.    His body was covered in new stretchmarks and the new fat seemed much softer than it had been before.   Flab covered every inch of him, building up rolls and deep folds all over and sending his belly down to his knees.    His mobility was diminishing and Steve was becoming worried by the speed in which is son was growing - it was eerily similar to the speed that their hero Brady Connors had gained.    

One night, when Steve had fallen asleep, drunk on Eric's couch, he was woken up by the sound of snorts and pig noises.    He cautiously got up and stumbled slowly to the hallway to investigate.   He peaked into Tom's bedroom to see something so shocking that he couldn't look away.   Steve watched as Tom Futter's naked muscular body writhed on top of Adam's massive wobbling body.   Tom was holding a funnel and tube with three large pitchers full of gravy sitting on the bed stand and another half-empty pitcher raised up to the funnel, draining it in as Adam sucked on the tube below.   Steve could see that his son was wearing a rubber pig nose and was snorting and oinking while Tom humped his belly and kept pouring gravy.    It didn't take long before two of the pitchers were emptied and Adam's belly looked so full but after each pitcher was drained, Adam would pull the tube from his lips and moan, "more..." 

Steve couldn't look away as he watched his son swallow every last drop and as Tom splattered his face with cum, poking him on the fake pig nose and saying with his sandpaper voice, "You're making so much lard for me, piggy.   I'm so proud of you."

Steve backed away from the door and quietly walked back to the living room only to find Eric standing there in his underwear with a half grin on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" Eric asked.

"What? Nothing... I don't know..." Steve said, still trying to process what he had just seen.

"Looks like you enjoyed it," Eric said, looking down at Steve's erection which was pushing out against the fabric of his favorite sports team's polyester shorts.   

Steve covered his crotch with his hands quickly and blushed heavily.   He wasn't sure what to say but he figured he would tell the truth about what he saw.

"Look, Eric... I just saw Tom and Adam - doing stuff," Steve started.   

"Doing stuff?   Like, sex?" Eric asked bluntly.

"Yeah," Steve answered, in shock that Eric guessed so easily.  "Like, not normal sex..."

"Like, feeder sex?" Eric asked, a big grin creeping up on his face.

"Uh, I... I don't know," Steve said, feeling like he was the last to know.   

"You didn't know?  I thought it was pretty obvious," Eric said.

"I didn't think...  I don't know what I thought," Steve admitted.

"Your son is a gainer, and mine is a feeder - they're perfect for each other," Eric gushed.   "I'm not going to step in the way of that."

"But, what does that mean?"  Steve asked, still confused.

"It means Adam is going to become a huge fat sack of lard, and Tom is going to help him grow," Eric said casually.   

"But how big is he going to grow?   He's gained so much in just a month and I just saw...  well, I'm not sure what I just saw," Steve admitted.

"Did you see the fuck machine?" Eric asked.

"The what?!" Steve said, not knowing if he should laugh or not.

"The fuck machine... you know what, never mind the fuck machine," Eric said, waving his hand around like he was erasing a chalkboard.   "Did you see them with the funnel and the gravy?"

"Yeah, and a pig nose," Steve said, his eyebrows furrowed.   Tom laughed.

"Oh, okay... the pig play.   Look, Steve, it's just something they like to do," Tom said with a reassuring smile.

"But all that gravy...  How often do they do that?" Steve asked.

"Daily.  More and more gravy every time," Eric said, proudly.   "He's quite the eater.  It's hypnotizing to watch him eat."

"Are you a..." Steve started.

"A feeder like Tom?  Kind of..." Eric confessed.   "Haven't you ever thought about letting go and getting fat?"

"Yeah, but..." Steve blushed.

"But what?   Enjoy it.   Don't be embarrassed by it," Eric encouraged.   "Adam and Tom look like they're enjoying the hell out of it."

"What are you suggesting?" Steve asked, his mind already picturing himself in Adam's situation.

"I'm suggesting you drink a pitcher of that gravy and see how you feel," Eric said, going into the kitchen to pour a fresh pitcher from the huge pot of gravy cooling on the stove top. 

"Eric, no.    I can't..." Steve started, but then stopped himself as he watched Eric's nearly naked body bring him a warm pitcher of gravy that smelled delicious.

"You can.  Come on, drink it down.   Feel what it's like to let go, big guy," Eric coaxed.

As soon as the gravy hit Steve's tongue, he moaned and tipped the pitcher up, gulping down greasy mouthfuls so fast that he began to snort through his nose, struggling to find a pace of swallowing where he could also breathe through his nose.    As he sucked down the delicious fatty sauce, Eric casually got down on his knees in front of the recliner that Steve was sitting in and very gently tugged down on the elastic band of Steve's shorts.    His short fat cock sprung free from the fabric and Eric immediately wrapped his wet, watering lips around it and began sucking and twirling his tongue over Steve's hard cock.    As he sucked on Steve's cock, Eric pushed his forehead into Steve's round belly and slowly let his hands explore the rounded curve of his growing tank.

Steve moaned and groaned as he struggled to finish the pitcher but then as he swallowed the last few mouthfuls, he felt a surge of intense sexual satisfaction which sent his balls heaving and his cock to erupt with so much cum that Eric had to pull away and let the rest of the white semen spill out onto the recliner and floor.    

"Holy fuck," Steve gasped, eyes wide.    "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

"You fat pig," Eric said with a big goofy smile.   "Like father, like son."

"You can say that again,"  Steve laughed and then stared off in the distance like his mind had been blown.   

Eric grabbed his own erection and quickly jerked off onto Steve's belly almost immediately as the sight of his bloated neighbor was too much to contain.      That's when everything changed, not just because of the newly-found feeder lifestyle that Steve had just discovered for himself, but also because Amy had witnessed the entire thing from the back door after walking over to Eric's so she could talk to her husband.     She simply left without letting them know what she had witnessed and immediately planned her next move.  

TWO WEEKS LATER

The moving van pulled out of the driveway as Steve and Adam watched Amy move out of their old house.   The divorce was speedy and Steve basically gave her everything she wanted - the house, the cars, and over half of their life savings, but Steve didn't care.   Both Steve and Adam had moved in with Eric and Tom and were loving every minute of it.   

Adam was already 650lbs and Tom had begun to push food on Steve more.   Tom would feed Adam into an immobile stupor and then come out of the bedroom, sometimes naked, to drain more calories into Adam's dad.   Eric was constantly pushing food on Steve as well, encouraging him to give in more and more to his urges.    It had been a fast ride into the depths of extreme gluttony and out-of-control sexual depravity but Steve hardly had any regrets.    Adam couldn't even think long enough to have a worried thought as his days and nights were spent filled to the brim with highly fattening burgers, fried foods, and an endless slurry of special extra larded gravy that was quickly turning him into a useless sack of pig lard. 

By the time that Amy sold the house and moved away, Adam was basically immobile.   He wasn't completely bed bound, but Tom encouraged him to stay in bed as he began a daily routine of washing and drying Adam's massive body, helping him use the washroom from the bed, and then caring to all his lard-soaked parts.   He washed Adam with anti-fungal and anti-bacterial soaps, dried him down and then applied various lotions, ointments, and powders to keep his rolls and folds healthy.   He kept his legs elevated and paid special care to his feet and nails.    Steve was amazed at the level of care that Tom showed Adam, and then was greeted with a similar care by Eric, who seemed equally determined to make Steve gain weight like Adam was.

ONE YEAR LATER

The house had set empty on the market for a year before new buyers moved in.    Eric and Tom Futter were sitting outside on their patio as they watched the new family move in across the yard.   There was a fit dad in his forties, a short chubby wife and a pair of twin teenage boys who unloaded a large amount of sports gear into the house.    

"That's a shame," Tom said with a laugh.  

"We're not going to find another family like Steve and Adam here," Eric said with a shrug.    "I suppose we'll be moving out of here within a year, anyways."

"Yeah, once we're done here," Tom added.   "I hear Jackson, Mississippi has a really high obesity rate."

"Patience.   We have to finish what we started first, son," Eric said with a toothy grin.

"It's just fun to imagine," Tom said, before getting up to go inside.

As soon as he opened the doors, the smell of rampant obesity hit him.   It wasn't a horrible smell, it just smelled of manly flesh, grease, dry sweat, food, and a hint of something vile - a mixture of gases that the giant blubber-stuffed men released regularly as they kept their digestive systems packed full of greasy slop.    Tom felt his erection throb to life as he walked into the bedroom to see Steve and Adam laying in two home-crafted specially modified attached king-sized beds in the middle of the room.    The bed frame was made of metal and wood with an open bottom that emptied waste into sealed bins that were emptied daily like they were some sort of special livestock animal.

Adam was a literal pile of lard.   He was over one thousand pounds of helpless soft fat.    He couldn't move an inch so he laid there with his arms and legs spread as far as possible but all the space in between his limbs and his body was filled with heavy lard.     He couldn't bend his elbows, and couldn't lift his arms.   His belly spread out over his wide-spread thighs and pooled between his feet, which were just bulbous balls of fat on their own.    He was a disgusting pig of a man, with no ability to hold back his bodily functions as his overfed body struggled to keep up with the constant digestion of ultra-fattening food and gravy.   It was like keeping a whale inside, or a force fed hog too fat to move.   He was a fat making machine, gulping down fat to soak into his body while dumping out the constant byproduct, but Tom never complained.   He seemed to love every minute of the constant care needed to maintain his pet piggy.   

Steve, on the other hand, was currently well over five hundred pounds, but he was also immobilized, not by his own weight, but by leather straps and a harness that he had been locked into months ago.    Eric was pushing him to open his mind to sexual fantasies he never knew he had, and it meant months of forced immobilization, forced feeding, tube feeding, and day-long sessions with the fuck machine.    Steve had quickly transformed from a normal gluttonous straight man into a wild, sex crazed, cock-hungry beast that couldn't get enough of food or cum.   In the year they spent together in the same room, both father and son had become completely brainwashed and led into an inescapable trap of gluttony.   They didn't know it but this was their fate.   There was no escape.

Adam occasionally looked over to see the rising tank of his dad's belly rising over the curve of his own massive chest.   He couldn't turn his neck, and couldn't speak with the tube in his throat but he could hear the grunts and snorts of his dad and offered his own oinks in return.   It was all they could do to communicate with each other, but even then, they were both so lost in their own gluttonous lives that they often forgot that they shared a room, sometimes being completely unaware that each other was there for days on end.   They both kept thinking that they shared a room with a pig, and that they themselves were pigs.   Only occasionally would they snort back and forth as their mouths chugged down a shared tank of gravy, finding some small comfort in the grunts and oinks and the feeling of fatty flesh pressing into another mound of heavy flesh. 

As they grew, their bodies began to grow into each other like blobs.   First, their love handles would slap together during cleaning or while getting fucked, and then as they both fattened, their legs began to touch, and then their giant soft moobs hanging off to the sides began to touch.    Tom often crawled in between them and would take turns humping each of them as the fat pushed into him from both sides.   Eric would also often jerk off over them both, usually after hand feeding them a stack of greasy burgers.    They kept feeding and fucking them, and they kept growing as a result, addicted to the soft lard and the hard cocks that pumped into them.  

It was only a year later when the Futter family put their house up for sale.    They drove off in a moving van, followed by the food truck that was riding low with a heavy payload.     They made their way to Jackson, Mississippi where they found a nice little house that neighbored a severely obese family's home.   They stayed there for four years before moving again to another out-of-shape town, adding to the obesity rate with each town they set roots in and spreading the message of gluttony with every Brady burger and new outline painted around the "Wide Load" sign on the food truck.    The biggest outline was an inch wider than the previous largest one, with the small name "Adam Eaton" painted next to it to mark his accomplishment with the number "1345" under it.  Tom was determined on making a bigger outline as he and his father made their way across the country feeding Brady burgers to their most gluttonous customers and victims, finding the hungriest pigs that they could find and turning them into pure lard for their own pleasure and amusement as they went.