Thicker than Blood: Chapter 1

Cliff sucked in and tugged hard, trying to force the button of his jeans through the hole. He couldn’t do it. He let out a breath and tried again, fingers digging into the stiff denim, but the fabric was unrelenting. The waistband cut into his stomach painfully, causing a soft new roll of flesh to muffin top where it hadn’t before. He stared at the bulge of fat and something stirred within him. His cock gave a sudden eager throb.

He tried to resist, but it was already happening. Blood rushed to his dick, causing it to swell against his thigh. His hands dropped from his waistband as he watched his belly settle, free of the pressure, heavy and dimpled where the jeans had squeezed. His body was definitely changing and this realization caused his face to flush with a heady mix of arousal and embarrassment. This shouldn’t be turning him on. He should’ve felt disgusted and motivated to lose the weight and fit back into his pants. But his raging hard on begged to differ. 

Cliff gave up on the jeans and threw on a pair of sweatpants instead. He took some deep breaths and scrolled his phone until his erection subsided. He headed to class wearing a T-shirt that was just snug enough to hug the slight paunch poking out above the elastic waistband of his sweats. Just snug enough to remind him of his recent weight gain and maintain a low level of arousal. 

After class he walked to the student union with a friend. Even though his paunch was slight, he could feel it jiggling against the tight cotton of his tee, along with his junk bouncing beneath the gray sweatpants. The whole experience was too erotic and he couldn’t help but blurt out: 

“Do you think I’ve gained weight? Couldn’t button my jeans this morning.”

His friend looked at his midsection and smirked, “I mean yeah. But who cares, it’s just the freshman fifteen or whatever.” 

“So it’s noticeable?” 

“I mean, sort of. I knew this guy who gained like forty pounds his first semester. Like every time I ran into him he was bigger than the last time. So it’s pretty common, I wouldn’t stress.” 

“Oh,” Cliff tried to gulp down his arousal upon hearing this story. “Did he, uh… lose the weight?” 

“Come to think of it he didn’t. Dude’s a real porker now. Probably pushing three hundred.” 

Cliff flushed red and dropped the conversation before his arousal announced itself under his sweats. He parted ways with his friend at the SU and became overwhelmed with thoughts of unbridled growth. Something about growing fat at such a rapid pace fascinated Cliff. He tried to imagine whether his own body could transform so incredibly. The thought left him fully erect, so he sat down at a nearby table and crossed his legs in paranoia. 

A text from his brother snapped him out of it and the reality of his reverie smacked him across the face. What would his family think? Cliff’s father was Randy Reynolds, a health and muscle building guru on YouTube. His mother was a catalog model and his brothers were both star athletes. Obesity was perhaps the ultimate taboo in their household. Under the table, Cliff squeezed the roll of chub at his waist as memories of his mother crash dieting floated through his head. Or his father speaking ill of the fat people they encountered out in public, characterizing them as slow, stupid, and unhappy. With a deep breath Cliff stifled his arousal at the thought of growing larger. He shoved it somewhere deep down in his subconscious and locked the door. 

For dinner that evening, Cliff told himself he was content with just a salad, maybe a soda too. Nothing crazy. But the moment he stepped into the mess hall and smelled the fried chicken, the warm bread, the trays piled high with steaming pasta, something inside him buckled. His stomach growled audibly and he proceeded with abandon. By the time he sat down, the tray of food in front of him was piled high and dripping in grease, nary a salad in sight. He threw the grub down easily and had to resist going back for seconds. Still he grabbed some candy bars on the way back to his dorm. 

By the time he crawled into bed his belly was distended and convex. His cock naturally stirred to attention. It wasn’t because he was so full, he told himself, he just always jerked off before bed. His body knew this. Privileged to have a single-bed dorm, Cliff grabbed his phone and got to stroking. He watched twinks play with their cocks and fuck, which was nice enough. He kept scrolling. A video of a beefy ex-jock type fucking a younger guy appeared and then Cliff really got going. 

His eyes lavished over the softness of the man’s middle, framed by big juicy pecs that bounced as he fucked. A shot from behind showed the beefy top’s ass jiggling ferociously with each thrust. Cliff tapped on the man’s profile. He scrolled through a few more videos until he found one with another man of equal heft. Their bodies collided with magnificent soft plops. Cliff was edging now, ready to let loose. He surfed through profiles of guys bigger and bigger until he hit the bear algorithm. His gaze lingered on two overweight men fucking in missionary, both their bellies gelatinous and undulating from the cardio, and finally shot his load.