Growing Grant

Grant and Tim's story began like many modern romances: on a dating app. Both men, in their mid thirties and living in LA, were seeking something real in a town of fakes. They were tired of the casual hookups and situationships endemic to the gay community. Grant, with his salt and pepper hair and stout build, often felt self-conscious about his appearance, but Tim's profile caught his eye so he decided to give it a shot. Tim was a classic beauty with a captivating smile, slim yet muscular, with a vivacity that came through his photos.

They confirmed their interest and the algorithm brought them together. Their initial messages were awkward at first, but a mutual attraction was evident. Grant, usually shy and reserved, found himself opening up to Tim who was charismatic and funny. They exchanged numbers, and after a week of consistent texting, they decided to meet in person at a coffee shop.

Grant arrived first, his heart racing after spending over an hour trying to find an outfit that somewhat concealed the winter weight he was still carrying around. He decided on an old henley that displayed just the right amount of chest hair but clung too tightly to his sides and belly. To compensate, he wore a light denim jacket hoping the spring day wouldn’t heat up too much. Sitting on the patio of the coffee shop, his nerves fluttered with anticipation.

He recognized Tim from his profile picture almost immediately. He was even more handsome in person. Tim wore a black long sleeve tee, black pants, and black sunglasses. He looked impossibly chic, yet his warm smile and messy brown hair humanized him. 

"You must be Grant," Tim said, his voice deep and soothing. “You’re even cuter in person.” 

Grant blushed, his cheeks warming at the compliment. "And you're Tim. It's great to finally meet you in person."

Their first date ended up being a success. They shared many interests, including a mutual love for food. Both men loved cooking, trying new recipes, exploring local restaurants, and relaxing to cooking shows. As the date progressed, Grant felt a connection he hadn't experienced in years. Tim's charm and easy-going nature made him feel comfortable in his own skin, something he hadn't felt in awhile. 

Standing on the sidewalk, Tim didn’t hesitate to lean in for a kiss goodbye. He stepped closer and casually slipped his hands underneath Grant’s denim jacket, clutching the man’s puffy love handles. Tim even gave the ebullient flesh a little squeeze, pulling Grant in so their bellies touched as their lips intertwined. After a long and soft kiss, Tim looked at Grant with hearts in his eyes. Grant felt chubby and exposed, albeit infatuated. 

The dates continued, each one more enjoyable than the last. They explored the town's hidden gems, from cozy cafes to scenic hiking trails. Grant found himself looking forward to each moment spent with Tim, his shyness melting away in the presence of his new companion. Their passionate bouts of lovemaking caused his insecurities about his body to dissipate and Grant felt on top of the world.

However, as the months passed and two men fell into a serious relationship, Grant noticed a change in his body. He had always been hyperconscious of keeping a regular gym routine and watching what he ate, but Tim’s support had allowed him to relax on these fronts. Grant found himself indulging in new culinary adventures, savoring the delicious meals he and Tim cooked together. The gym visits became less frequent, replaced by cozy nights in, cuddling on the couch and sharing ice cream while watching a movie.

At first, Grant denied the fact that he was gaining weight. He told himself lies such that his clothes shrunk in the wash or that he must be putting on muscle. Tim was also cooking more protein so perhaps he was beefing up in a healthy way. But as the numbers on the scale continued to rise, Grant struggled to hide from the truth. His clothes that used to be loose and cozy were beginning to cling to his belly and waist, yet his biceps looked just the same. His protein theory was losing steam. As time passed Grant found himself avoiding the mirror, fearing the reflection that stared back at him.

One evening, as they prepared dinner in Tim's kitchen, Grant couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort. He fidgeted with his shirt, pulling at the fabric that clung to his rounded out belly. Now matter how much he stretched or shifted his shirt, he couldn’t hide the slope of chub protruding in front of him. Tim, noticing his restlessness, placed a gentle hand on Grant's shoulder.

"Hey, is everything okay? You seem fidgety."

Grant sighed, his eyes downcast. "Yeah... I've been feeling a bit... thick lately. This shirt is clinging to my stomach like crazy, I mean… none of my clothes fit anymore if I’m being honest. I don’t know, I just can't seem to get back into my old routine."

Tim's eyes softened, and he pulled Grant into a warm embrace so that Grant’s soft pillow of belly fat pressed warmly against Tim’s abdomen. "Hey, I think you look amazing, and if I’m being honest this extra weight kinda turns me on." Tim grabbed a handful of ass fat as he said this. 

Grant pulled back, his eyes widening in surprise. "Really? You don't mind the extra pounds?"

Tim smiled and cupped Grant’s chubby cheeks in his hands. "Oh, trust me I do not mind. In fact…” Tim trailed off nervously and a brief look of alarm flashed across Grant’s face. “I've been wanting to tell you something... I have this kink, I guess you could call it..."

Intrigued and slightly worried, Grant leaned in closer. "A kink? What kind of kink?"

Tim's face flushed, a hint of embarrassment mixed with excitement. "I’m kind of a feeder, I guess. Like the idea of feeding and fattening up my partner is a major turn on. Seeing them grow, their bodies changing and becoming more voluptuous... It's the best."

Grant's mind raced, processing this new information. He had heard of such fetishes but never imagined himself as part of one. Yet, the thought of being desired by Tim, regardless of his weight, was enticing.

"So, you... you want to feed me?" Grant asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and hesitation.

"I would love that," Tim replied, his voice husky with desire. "I want to watch you grow, to see your body swell with all the attention I’m giving it."

As Tim spoke, his hands roamed over Grant's body, tracing the newly formed curves. He cupped Grant's expanding belly, his fingers dipping into the soft excess flesh. Grant shivered at the touch, a mixture of pleasure and surprise coursing through him. He felt a warm pressure on his leg and realized something.

"You’re hard from just talking about this… Wow, you really want it.” 

"I want you so bad Grant," Tim whispered, his lips brushing against Grant's ear. "And I want to show you just how much. Let me feed you, satisfy your cravings, and watch you become the man I know you can be."

Grant's breath quickened, his heart pounding in his chest. He had always been attracted to Tim, but this new revelation added a layer of excitement to their relationship. The idea of being the object of Tim's desire, of being fed and nurtured, was thrilling and liberating.

"Okay," Grant whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll do it. I'll let you feed me. Fatten me up."

Tim's eyes lit up, and he pulled Grant into a strong kiss. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring familiar yet changing landscapes. Grant could feel Tim's arousal pressing against him and Grant was growing stiff in response, a testament to the power of this newfound fetish.

Over the next few weeks, their relationship took on a new dynamic. Tim would prepare lavish meals, catering to Grant's every craving. From rich pasta dishes to decadent desserts, Grant found himself devouring every morsel. His appetite was insatiable once he let his guard down. It helped that Tim took great care to learn Grant’s palette in order to cater to his desires. Grant was already a glutton at heart, so overindulging was absolutely effortless with Tim serving up everything Grant enjoyed. Day in and day out they would feed each other, sharing bites and kisses, cuddles and fucks. Their hunger for food and each other grew with each passing day.

As Grant's body changed, Tim's adoration intensified. He would spend hours caressing Grant's expanding form. His hands worshiped every inch of flesh of fluffy belly fat that blossomed across Grant’s abdomen. Tim would pounce atop Grant, his lips and tongue tracing the curve of Grant’s belly all the way up to his softening chest. The effusiveness born from Tim’s fetish was at times strange to Grant, but the affection, the sex, the primalness of it all assuaged any discomfort Grant might feel.

"Fuck, you’re so hot. I know it sounds crazy, but every day I can't wait to see how much more of you there is to explore."

Grant, once shy and self-conscious, began to revel in the attention. Before bed, he would casually strip naked for Tim, proudly displaying his growing curves. His once-muscular frame was getting swallowed up by a plush layer of chub. His midsection filled out exponentially, from a slight roll to a sagging potbelly framed by perky love handles. His thighs expanded in every direction, softly rubbing together or clapping with certain movements. Even his arms were developing some chub, concealing the hard lines of his biceps and forearms. Every night Tim eagerly lay Grant down on the bed, his eyes gleaming with lust as he feasted upon Grant’s blubber.

"Your body is a feast unto itself, Grant. Every inch of you drives me wild."

Tim's mouth would explore every rolling hill and crevice, leaving a trail of kisses and bites, marking Grant's skin as his own. He would suck and nibble on Grant's nipples, now plump and sensitive, causing Grant to squirm and moan in pleasure. Laying on his back, Grant’s chin would melt into the band of fat around his neck that Tim lapped up like an eager dog. His hands would roam lower, cupping Grant's heavy balls and stiff cock, now sandwiched between thigh fat and a growing fat pad.

"Fuck, I never knew I could feel so good," Grant panted, his hands gripping the sheets as Tim's mouth worked its magic.

 It wasn’t just Tim’s attention, something about being encased in the extra weight was especially sensorial to Grant. Every inch of his body became more sensitive to the touch. More to love was an understatement. It was more like more to feel, more to experience. The jiggle of his belly and ass, the sensitivity of his soft tits, the warmth of his underbelly and the pressure of his fat pad against his cock… it all felt amazing. 

Tim would grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're just getting started, babe. Imagine what twenty more pounds on this fat ass is gonna feel like."

Undeniably, their sex life flourished as Grant's body continued to transform. Month after month the numbers on the scale increased. Grant’s body expanded in every direction, developing rolls and creases in newfound places. Tim relished every inch too. He would position Grant on all fours, his thickening thighs and plump bubble butt providing a scrumptious view from behind. He would spread those thick cheeks so that his cock slid effortlessly into Grant's well-lubricated hole. As he’d get to thrusting every inch of Grant’s chub wobbled in response. 

"You feel so good around me, Grant. So tight and warm with all this extra weight," Tim groaned, his hips thrusting rhythmically.

Grant would arch his back, as much as a fat guy could, pushing his ass back to meet Tim's thrusts, his moans filling the room. The sensation of being filled by Tim, of feeling his cock stretching him while his stomach sagged full of food, was unlike anything he had experienced when he was skinny. The feeling of being encumbered inside and out drove him so wild that sometimes he would orgasm hands free. 

As the months passed, Grant's transformation began to dominate every aspect of his life. Once he had gained a solid ninety pounds and nothing was the same anymore. His body became a soft, opulent masterpiece. Basic tasks could no longer be completed in the same manner, so Tim would step in to maximize Grant’s laziness. Absolutely nothing from his wardrobe fit, so Tim would take him shopping regularly. Long walks were a struggle so Tim would drop Grant in front of the restaurant and then find a parking spot. When they returned home from the outside world, Tim would slowly undress Grant, his eyes filled with lust as he admired his partner's changing body.

"You're a work of art, my love. Every curve, every roll, is a delight to behold."

Grant lived like a fat indulgent king who needn’t lift a finger thanks to Tim. Their sex life was a sacrament to Grant’s growth. Tim would worship him like a god, his mouth and hands devouring every inch of thick juicy flesh. Grant would lie back, his eyes closed, his body trembling with pleasure as Tim brought him to the brink of orgasm again and again, day after day.

"I want to feel you cum, Grant. I want to watch you lose control, to see your body jiggle with pleasure."

Grant's orgasms were more intense than ever. He simply laid back and enjoyed the sensations of his swelling body as his fat rolls quivered in ecstasy. 

As the year came to a close, Grant and Tim's relationship had evolved into something deeply intimate and special. Grant had embraced his new growing body, and his confidence soared. Their fetish brought them close sexually but also opened up channels of communication that neither man had ever experienced with someone, causing their devotion to one another to  multiply. Little did they know, this was only the beginning.