Addicted: Chapter 3

I was beginning to realize I had created a monster. Eli took up gaining as though it were his life’s purpose. For weeks he was sending me updates boasting of his expansive meals, personal records at the gym, and added mass to his body. At first I was entranced. I was jerking off every night to his litany of updates, watching him grow larger with every passing week. I was as obsessed with Eli as Eli was with gaining, and he loved the attention. 

The weeks turned into months and Eli remained fervent about an endless bulk, but I began to question things. I started to see signs that reminded me of family members who had struggled with addiction. Eli would skip multiple days of work to stay home and stuff himself and edge for hours on end while chugging melted ice cream. Once I introduced him to Grommr he really began to spiral. Unsurprisingly, his account became extremely popular and he garnered thousands of eager encouragers goading him on every minute of the day.

He was obviously pornsick and spent every waking hour scrolling endlessly. With the discovery of a new fetish community, Eli began to grow distant. It’s not like we ever saw each other in person regularly, but we texted daily. That dwindled once he was on Grommr. It was ironic, because even though I was concerned and almost turned off by his gaining addiction, I still wanted his attention and loathed the idea of him meeting with other guys. I was the one who introduced him to this after all!

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“One week off work, not going outside, absolute gluttony 24/7. Local feeders stop by. Bring me food and watch me feast. DM for address.” Reading that post drove me wild. I’d never heard of anything hotter but I also hated the idea of other guys having access to Eli. I watched as the likes rolled in and the comments popped up one after another. 

Part of me wanted to march over to his house immediately and put a stop to this. Make him realize I was his one and only feeder so that he would delete all of his accounts. But I knew this was impossible. Eli was never mine. So, I took a deep breath and let the time pass. 

Day after day I avoided posts from Eli and his feeders, quickly scrolling past so that the flame of jealousy inside me wouldn’t take over. From what I gathered, his little endeavor was proving successful. Not only were locals doing their best to stuff him beyond capacity, but his stunt was going viral on gainer-related socials spurring donations from people all over the country. Eli was becoming a pig and a star at the same time and I could hardly tolerate it. 

On the last day of his stunt I sucked it up and texted Eli. I told him what he was doing sounded pretty hot and asked how he was doing. I was hoping to open up conversation, to be the intimate lover rather than one of his many anonymous feeders. He simply responded with his address and the word “come.” I took a deep breath and considered blocking his number and all of his accounts. But who was I kidding? Of course I was going to come. 

It took me forever to decide on an outfit and then even longer to decide what to bring. I settled on Taco Bell because it was one of his most frequent fast food stops, and a gallon of whole milk. When I pulled up to his apartment complex it fully hit me that I barely knew this man. I had never even been to his home. The building seemed boring and almost a little sad. I found his apartment, one of many, and knocked. No response. I knocked again and then tried the door. It was open. 

I stepped inside and looked around. Standard minimalist straight guy furnishings did little to stimulate the eye. I could see into the kitchen where the counters were covered with food and empty containers. Towers of six packs surrounded the recycling bin and two cases of Boost VHC sat on the counter, one opened and half emptied. A garbled noise came from the other direction and I looked over to see Eli sprawled on the couch. He looked like a whale. 

His arms were behind his head, with strong biceps and triceps leading down to the dark tuft of underarm hair on each side. Gelatinous hairy pecs expanded and contracted with his breathing. Deep snores emanated from his scruffy mouth. Something chocolatey stained his mouth and chin, which sunk into his submental fat. Of course, his belly was a sight to behold. Much fatter than I had ever seen and bloated to capacity, it looked like a plush orb pinning him down on his back. I could only guess that that glorious mountain of chub at his center had grown another twenty pounds since I saw him last. 

The dense fur of his belly led down to his underwear, his only article of clothing. They were threadbare blue boxer briefs with the elastic band folded beneath the pressure of his gut and the fabric straining to conceal a hearty hard on with a wet spot at the tip. The legs of the underwear cut into his own hairy hams just enough to cause my own dick to stir to attention. 

I stepped closer as his snoring halted and a burp escaped his mouth. I pushed the pizza box on the coffee table aside and sat down facing him. He looked almost angelic in this state. It was perhaps the sweetest I had ever seen Eli look, like a cherubic incapacitated cow. I wish I had thought to snap a photo. Instead, I set the food down and reached over to squeeze his bicep. It was softer than it looked. Even his arms were getting fat. He stirred and opened his eyes, disoriented. He looked at me, then the bag of Taco Bell. 

With a grunt, he rolled onto his side and propped himself up with one elbow. He grabbed the fast food from the bag and tore off the wrapper, inhaling it in monster bites. I didn’t get so much as a greeting. All he cared about was food. I watched him eat, pulling out the other food items and unwrapping them for him. One by one he shoveled the whole order down his gullet, took a swig of the whole milk, and then collapsed back on the couch with a thunderous belch. 

A moment passed before he made direct eye contact with me. It caught me off guard and I was almost frightened. His icy blue eyes pierced right through me as I tried to conceive of what he was thinking. Then he nodded downward towards his groin. He wanted sex. I was still in shock and didn’t react. Then he patted his thighs inviting me to sit and I couldn’t resist. 

Somewhat frantically I stripped off my clothes. Of course I was hard as a rock and dripping precum despite my slight indignation at the fact he never even acknowledgd it was me, his first feeder, his gateway drug. When I stood I noticed a bottle of lube on the table and grabbed it. It was half empty and sticky. I applied it to both parties and then lowered myself onto his cock. 

He felt good inside of me. I hadn’t bottomed for anyone, let alone Eli, since we had first met at the bath house. I got comfortable and began to writhe atop his cock. He was lazy and not putting any effort, simply moaning and enjoying my service. I clung my legs to the sides of his belly. It was squishier than it had been last time I tasted him. My hands explored the soft mass. I ran my fingers  through his body hair as I squeezed handfuls of fat while riding his cock. 

As he got close he livened up a bit. His eyes cut into me once again. With a great grunt he sat up a bit and held onto my waist. Now I could see his fat from a new angle, how it settled on his body when he wasn’t flat on his back. The way his chest had begun to sag and he had that triangular roll of fat in his armpit. How his belly bunched up from sitting and a faint roll bulged out beneath his tits and connected to his back. This man was ruining himself. 

He broke a sweat as he thrust his come inside of me. I yanked one out at the same moment, splattering jizz across his chest hair and double chin. As soon he finished he collapsed backward and fell right back asleep. Once again, he looked innocent. The ferocity and hunger gone from his eyes so that he was simply a snoozing piggy. 

I lifted myself from his cock and cuddled up next to him. He would never allow this, I thought. It was my only opportunity. I nuzzled my face into the dense scruff of his neck, now puffy with fat, and breathed in the pheromones. As he snored, I cradled his belly, massaging the heft, helping him digest. I knew he would never be mine, but at least in that moment I could pretend.