Addicted: Chapter 2

“My doctor says I’m a sex addict.”

I read that text over and over again. I frankly didn’t know how to take it. I had been texting with him for over two months now and we still hadn’t seen each other since we met at the bath house. His name was Eli. Basically, we were in a sexting relationship.

It started with him sending me nudes which I enjoyed and encouraged. He told me he was “straight” but was getting bored with women because most of them were too conservative sexually. Gay guys better understood his libido, he said. I went along with whatever he wanted because I liked having someone to text frequently and I also found his body so incredibly sexy. Sometimes I would send nudes back to him but he only seemed moderately into them.

He was mostly interested if I was turned on by him, and so sometimes he would ask for photographic proof. For example, we’d be texting while I was at the office and I’d say something like “fuck, I’m so hard rn” in response to whatver photo he sent. Then he’d ask me to prove it, so I would go to the bathroom and take a photo of my erection. We did this so often that I now have a whole folder on my phone of my own dick pics.

The main draw for me, however, was his openness to gaining. He asked a lot of questions about it at first. Why do I like big guys? How did it start? How fat do you like them? Do you like food in the bedroom? He had heard of female gainers but never of men getting fat and he was incredibly curious. I remained open about my tastes and received no judgment. In fact, he played into it. He’d send me pictures of big meals he was eating or complain about how tight his clothes were becoming. It drove me wild. Of course, I studied every nude he sent me closely looking for signs of weight gain. He seemed to be getting slightly puffier than when we fucked at the bath house, but it was hard to tell.

“Do you agree?” I typed out on my phone. It frankly made sense he might be a sex addict and it would explain his curiosity and openness to a weight gain fetish. I hit send and waited for a response. He came back with a surprising amount of text that boiled down to: “Yes.” Eli identified as a sex addict, it had escalated since he stopped drinking, but he didn’t think that was such a bad thing. Besides, he teased, lately his addictive personality has been attenuated to food.

“Prove it,” I said. His response: “Let’s meet up this weekend.”

~

I took a deep breath before answering the door. When I did, my jaw dropped. The man who stood before me was indisputably fatter and made no efforts to hide it. He smiled and held up two bags of food. His white T-shirt was stretched taut across his belly, chest, and biceps, and with his arms raised I could glimpse armpit hair peeking out from under the sleeves. His pits were wet with sweat and he had a couple stains on the front of his shirt, as though sauce had dripped down his belly.

“I brought Buffalo Wild Wings.”

I was honestly speechless. It had been exactly two months, one week, and four days since our first encounter. In that amount of time it looked like he had gained fifteen to twenty pounds. I could hardly believe it.

“Come on in.”

Without prompting, he headed for the kitchen and set the bags down on the island. He proceeded to unpack the food while eating it in the process. The wings were boneless and he was throwing them back fast and eagerly. Once all the boxes were open he sat on the barstool facing me and continued to eat voraciously. He stared at me with that cool hard gaze I had nearly forgotten about as he stuffed himself.

“You have any milk?” he asked.

I did in fact, and grabbed a glass from the cabinet.

“The jug is fine.”

So I set the jug of whole milk in front of him. He threw back a few glugs and then kept on eating. We didn’t speak the whole time and it was clear this was some form of foreplay. He kept at it for about ten minutes and then began slow. He belched a few times, creating room, and would keep on eating. My arousal produced a throbbing erection inside my pants. There was no hiding it but I waited awhile until I began to rub myself. This seemed to encourage him to cross the finish line, polishing off every last bite of food and then chugging the jug of milk.

When he finished he sucked the sauce off every finger while maintaining eye contact, took a deep breath, then stood up from the counter. His belly was bloated up round beneath his shirt. He placed both hands on the top of his gut and gave it a little shake. Patting it, he belched again.

“You liked that, huh?”

I nodded.

“Then prove it to me.”

He undid the button on his denim, inviting me. I stepped closer and pulled down his zipper. I could feel the warmth from his body, from that swollen mound of belly fat jutting towards me. I pulled down his jeans and he stepped out of them. He wore white briefs that were piss stained and straining against his growing erection. I took off my own pants and underwear then got down on my knees.

I pulled down his underwear so that his cock bobbed in front of my face. He still had a thick bush and hairy balls that slightly smelled. I pushed back his foreskin and admired his well-proportioned cock. I could feel the blood pulsing beneath my grip. Before putting it in my mouth I sunk my nose into his bush and breathed deeply, burying my face in it. He had the perfect smell. It left me salivating.

I sunk his cock all the way down my throat so that I could get another whiff of that bush. With my face so close the under part of his belly pressed against my forehead. I bobbed my head and lapped up his glans, each time my forehead smacking into the plush roll of chub just above me. As I progressed his skin got hotter to the touch until he lost control and began face fucking me. He broke out in a sweat as he rammed his cock down my throat. Overhead I could hear the milk and chicken sloshing in his stomach.

Eventually, he held my head in close as he pumped a load down my throat with a gutteral “fuuuck.”

That night, after he had left and we were texting, I asked him why he had concealed his weight gain from me. His answer: he wanted it to be a surprise. The man had been drinking melted ice cream and eating pizza and burgers for weeks trying to pack it on. He read that was how some actors put on weight for a role. After doing some digging into gainer fetish, he said, something clicked and he had become obsessed. “This is only the beginning,” he texted me.