Pure Gains: Chapter 5

Gabriel wore a soft tan colored polo shirt that was a few shades lighter than his skin tone. It enticingly hugged the heaping mounds of his upper body without being obnoxiously small. He kept the buttons undone so his chest hair curled out, leading the eye to his coconut tits. A brand new pair of denim cinched him in below his love handles and overhang, accentuating his muffin top. He stood before Knight, helping his counterpart button up a shirt. 

Knight’s collared striped shirt used to be his favorite and now fit him just snug enough that the buttons were a struggle to close. Obviously, he liked it this way and fantasized about one of them popping off during dinner. Even with the plush padding battling the buttons on his shirt, he still looked impressively fit. His shoulders and biceps strained the short sleeves in a macho bro-y way he’d long strived for. Unlike Gabriel who was looking properly fat, Knight still resembled an ex-jock on a prolonged bulk. He enjoyed that contrast, but knew it wasn’t going to last for long.

The couple was putting on a few pounds a week and fucking like jackrabbits. It was inevitable that Knight’s muscle to fat ratio would begin to tip just as it had for Gabriel months ago. It felt intoxicatingly dangerous and taboo in a manner that was driving both men mad with desire. So much so that Gabriel finally agreed to hang out with the admirer who had been watching the couple at the gym. Something about fresh blood was enticing. A young and nubile man ready to distort his body with endless mass, just like the couple was doing to their own. With Knight on the precipice of fat guy territory it felt like the right timing to test the waters with encouraging someone new. 

The admirer’s name was Jett, and he had slid into Knight’s DMs on Grommr weeks ago after admiring the couple from afar at their local gym. Gabriel still had reservations about sharing his proprietary appetite-enhancing mass gainer, but at the very least they could fool around and encourage him on. Jett was six feet tall and around a hundred ninety pounds, giving him a strong frame that was ready to expand. Even better, he wanted to grow. He was itching to blow past two hundred and never look back. 

So, they set a dinner date. They were meeting at a cozy Italian restaurant known for its delightfully rich menu. The couple arrived first and were seated at a booth. They ordered a bottle of wine just as Jett arrived. He wore a cardigan with a skin tight wife beater that accentuated his strong pecs and tuft of chest hair punctuated by a goofy smile. Eager was an understatement. 

“You guys look good,” he said immediately upon sitting down. 

The made small talk while perusing the menu. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll order for the table,” Knight said, causing Jett’s eyes to widen. 

When the time came they ordered a sausage pizza, gnocchi, two orders of pasta, a side of jumbo meatballs, and a caprese salad. Knight feared this was too conservative, but there was always dessert. 

“So,” Jett began, his eyes darting between the men’s faces and their bellies, “how’d you two meet?” 

“We actually met in college,” Knight replied. “In a food and nutrition class, ironically enough.” 

“No way!” Jett laughed. 

“For real, it was an elective for me but Gabriel has a degree in food science.” 

Jett’s jaw dropped. He lowered his voice, “So you’re like really good at this, huh?” 

“Sorta,” Gabriel played coy. “I know how to maximize gains, sure.” 

“Is that how you… you know? Got into gaining and stuff?” 

“No, actually, it was this little pervert over here,” Gabriel nodded at Knight. “He was fattening me up in secret. Little did I know…” 

Jett was about to interject when the food began to arrive. The pizza came first and then the meatballs and both smelled heavenly. The couple dug in heartily, unintentionally putting on a show for the young Jett. He looked as though he had more to say but was too shy to interrupt, or, enjoying watching too much. When Knight noticed the effect they were having on their guest he began to ham it up. Folding a slice of pizza in half and choking it down in a few bites, scooping cheese off the pan and feeding it to Gabriel, belching into his fist. There was no doubt Jett was getting hard underneath the table.

“So it’s Knight who’s into… this stuff?” Jett continued. 

“Yeah, well little did I know that I was gaining weight because my loving boyfriend was stacking the odds, as in the cabinets, against me. I probably put on ten, fifteen pounds before I realized what was going on.” 

“But then he told you and you were just cool with it? I mean you’ve gained a lot according to your profile, so you must enjoy it?” 

Gabriel chuckled and wiped pasta sauce from his chin. “Yeah, it’s pretty hot isn’t it? Now I can’t stop.” He looked Jett seductively in the eyes as he stuffed his mouth full of pasta. “I just want more and more and more. It’s soo addicting.” He swallowed and looked at Knight. “You’ve created a monster, babe.” 

Jett was speechless. 

“Well it does help you were a chubby kid,” Knight grinned. 

“Oh, so these are regains?” Jett stammered. 

“Maybe the first thirty or forty were,” Gabriel shrugged his big shoulders. “But we’re in uncharted territory now.” He patted the side of his gut and looked at the table. “There’s one more slice left, you better kill it Jett.” 

Jett’s eyes bulged and he silently followed the orders as his two guests ordered dessert and another bottle of wine. Gabriel was beginning to sweat from all the food. It didn’t help that the restaurant was a bit warm to begin with. Meanwhile, Knight’s buttons were on their last breath just as he hoped. He excused himself to the bathroom giving Jett an up close look as he stood. Gabriel followed suit and with a bit of effort extricated himself from the corner of the booth, displaying pit stains that were beginning to creep under his tits as well. 

Jett sat at the table alone with a hard on throbbing in his jeans. He squeezed it with his hand and felt a flush of horniness race through him. When his hosts returned to the table he turned all the way around to watch them walk over. Their bodies were magnificent. He imagined them fucking, wondering who topped and who bottomed. 

“I had everyone’s order doubled,” Knight said confidently as he sat down. 

Jett seemed confused until two massive banana sundaes appeared before him.

“Oh man, I don’t know if I can…” 

“Yes you can,” Knight interjected. “At this table we lick our plates clean.” 

It took awhile and Gabriel had to help out Jett, but eventually they were all finished, full, bloated, and tipsy. Gabriel’s face was flushed from the alcohol and beads of perspiration dotted his forehead and Knight was beginning to sweat as well. The couple paid the check and stood from the table. Outside the building Jett looked at their swollen bodies pleadingly. 

“What are you guys up to now?” Jett asked meekly. 

The couple looked at each other and smiled. 

“We are going to go home and do exactly what you’re fantasizing about us doing.”

Jett’s jaw dropped open. 

“We’ll text you,” Gabriel waved goodbye as the couple headed to their car.