Pure Gains: Chapter 7

“Jett is asking for another tub of the product already. It’s barely been three weeks since his last one.”

“It’s no surprise seeing his latest post.”

“Show me?”

Knight handed Gabriel his phone. He had an image of Gabriel pulled up, a side by side comparison with a caption that read: “My first fifty. 180 to 230.” In the first image Jett was a lean jock with defined muscles that most men would envy. In the second, a pot belly hung forward balancing the duck-like bubble butt behind him. Scarlet stretch marks striped his love handles. If his face wasn’t in the photo, you may not have even recognized it was the same person. The fact he stopped trimming his chest hair in the second image only added to this effect.

“Goddamn. He’s already put on fifty pounds? I don’t know about this babe… Should we cut him off?”

“What do you mean?! We easily put on that much weight in the same amount of time. And god knows we haven’t slowed down,” Knight nodded at his boyfriend’s gut.

Gabriel looked down, his chin melting into his neck fat, and grinned sheepishly. The two men looked at each other. Both were sitting in the kitchen wearing only their underwear, partially because it was laundry day but also because barely anything fit comfortably anymore. They burst out laughing, their chubby bellies jiggling cartoonishly from the belly laugh.

“I’ve really turned into a butter ball, haven’t I?” Gabriel knew those words would excite Knight.

“I mean…” Knight licked his lips as his prick began to swell beneath his briefs. “The last fifteen pounds have really been something. I swear all of it landed on your fat pad and thighs.”

Knight slapped a hand on Gabriel’s exposed thigh fat. His hand wobbled the soft padding lovingly. The mass of Gabriel’s thighs was becoming immense, like two sausages that struggled to share the same close quarters. It often looked awkward for Gabriel to squeeze them into jeans or inside the confines of narrow seats. Crossing them was basically out of the picture. And needless to say, his junk was getting swallowed up.

Knight lifted his own beefy body from the kitchen chair and positioned himself on his knees between Gabriel’s legs, pushing them further apart. He rubbed his face against the man’s bulge like a cat. He could make out the outline of the cock as it grew stiffer and the crease of the fat pad just above it. As Gabriel became more aroused, Knight helped yank the underwear off and set the erection free. He stripped naked too so that his own throbbing hard on thwacked against his belly with a wet string of precum. Now standing, Knight saddled up atop those big cushiony thighs of Gabriel’s. The chair creaked beneath them. Knight grabbed a jelly donut from the table and fed it to his boyfriend.

“We should keep selling to Jett,” Knight said. “He’s looking great and he’ll slow down when he’s ready.”

Gabriel closed his eyes while he enjoyed chewing the wad of donut in his mouth. Knight handed him a glass of chocolate milk to wash it down.

“I also have a list of guys willing to pay $100 a pop for a tub.”

“What!” Gabriel’s eyes shot open. “I thought we were keeping this between us and Jett? This is an experimental food product that I used the company lab to help manufacture. We could get in a lot of trouble, Knight.”

“But we won’t,” Knight shoved more donut in Gabriel’s face and the man aggressively took a bite. “You know we won’t. It’s not like anyone is gonna call the FDA or something. It’s a niche community that’s already chugging Boost and heavy cream… Pure Gains is the least of their worries. In fact, it’s better than any other option. That’s the whole point.”

Knight squeezed his boyfriend’s big gorilla chest and thumbed the nipples. In a chain reaction he felt Gabriel’s cock throb beneath his own ass. With a donut in his own mouth, Knight leaned forward and fed Gabriel until their mouths connected.

“You’re devious!” Gabriel exclaimed after gulping down the food. “I think I’ve created a monster.”

Gabriel grinned and gripped Knight’s love handles strongly and sort of lifted them up. Knight knew what this meant. He hoisted his ass up best he could and with a bit of spit lubed up his hole. Gabriel did the same to his cock and soon enough they were fucking. It wasn’t an easy position for the two overfed men but they made it work. A glass of milk got knocked over in the process and the chair sounded on the verge of collapse, but they made it to orgasm without major disaster.

“Okay,” Gabriel said as Knight lifted himself off the top. “We can start selling to more people on two conditions. One, I want to meet with Jett and have a full interview to make sure there’s no side effects. Two, the price is gonna be two fifty per tub.”

“Deal.”