The Weight of Reality: Chapter 4

Bret’s Dolce & Gabbana shirt clung to the curves of his upper body uncomfortably. He wanted to wear something looser but his stylist had forbidden baggy clothing. “There’s no hiding that belly,” she had said, “so we can only show it off tastefully. It is what made you a star after all.” Bret couldn’t argue with that logic even though he didn’t totally love the idea. He scratched at his navel where new stretch marks had recently appeared while a makeup artist powdered his cheeks.

“Looking good,” said Dubs who entered the room and took a seat next to Bret, who barely recognized him at first. The chair creaked beneath Dubs. Somehow, the man had put on twenty more pounds since filming wrapped. Dubs looked at Bret with a grin, his face was pink and fleshy, and said: “The big winner! In more ways than one.” Dubs patted Bret’s belly.

Soon after, Jonny and Valerie and Maddie arrived and all took seats around Bret, who sat in the middle. He was the big winner after all. Jonny looked the same and patted Bret’s shoulder enthusiastically and congratulated him on the great success since the show wrapped. Bret had done a handful of highly publicized plus-sized modeling gigs and it was recently announced he’d accepted a minor role in a new Netflix series. Each person sitting around him was jealous. Bret thanked Jonny for the congratulations. Maddie and Valerie remained cold as ice.

“Hey, where’s Dennis?” Jonny said.

“You haven’t heard?” Bret replied. “He’s refused doing any press about the show whatsoever. Even his social media accounts went private.”

“Sore loser, huh?” Jonny laughed.

Dennis’s absence was sorely felt by Bret, who had a lingering sense of guilt about the way things had gone down. Since shooting wrapped, Bret was coming to terms with the fact that he may have actually had a crush on Dennis. He tried to push this thought out of his mind and remind himself that it was a competition show after all. He was relieved when the interviewer finally arrived and things got underway.

After the interview, Bret, Dubs, and Jonny sat at the hotel bar with a round of drinks. It had been a long day of press junkets for Bret. He was fatigued. His back hurt from sitting up straight and hauling around his growing gut all day. He was also getting sleepy after the massive pasta dinner he ravenously choked down earlier. The alcohol only made him more drowsy. Still, he enjoyed shooting the shit with his co-stars and even felt a little horny in their presence. He couldn’t help but reminisce about their now world famous trysts as he sat across from them.

Dubs completely filled the armchair he sat in. He looked like a fresh meringue wobbling within the stiff confines of the chair. He wore a T-shirt that was a far cry from fitting. His arms and neck and belly puffed out from the openings of the garment with a bounciness that was hard to ignore. Since shooting wrapped Dubs had developed especially pronounced tits that sagged atop the belly in his lap. His neck was a series of rolls and his face looked like a glob of marshmallows. He had gained an incredible amount of weight and showed no signs of slowing down, or even being concerned or bothered by it.

Jonny, on the other hand, was clearly hitting the gym again. Up close, Bret could see how his belly had shrunk a couple inches and the sharp lines of his muscles were slowly being carved out once again. Nevertheless, he still had a paunch. A good thirty pounds of fat hung off his midsection giving him the appearance of a dad who had traded college sports for a six pack of beer. It didn’t help that he was wearing an old jersey which emphasized this image.

Bret, meanwhile, felt abashedly overweight. He wanted to drop some pounds, but it was easier said than done. He had been on a whirlwind media tour since shooting completed and his one reprieve was food. Furthermore, all anyone wanted to talk about or celebrate was his seemingly shameless weight gain. Bret felt like he couldn’t win. So, he ate. Even sitting in the hotel bar, full of rigatoni, bread, and wine, his belly spilling forward and barely contained by a ribbed tank and unbuttoned shirt, he fantasized about desert.

Snapping back to reality, he realized Jonny was asking him something.

“Sorry, what?”

“You wanna come up? To my room?” Jonny asked in an odd tone. “You know with me and Dubs to… hang out.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.”

Bret grunted as he got to his feet and followed the two men to the elevator. He wondered if what he wanted to happen was about to actually happen. Maybe he missed something in the conversation. Maybe they were just going to do some coke and head back to the bar.

Inside the hotel room, Jonny sat at the end of his bed. His legs were spread wide revealing a semi straining against his denim jeans. He patted the bed to his left and right inviting the two larger boys next to him. Dubs sat down first and slid an arm around Jonny’s waist. Bret noticed that Dubs shirt had fully ridden up past his belly button and that bright red stripes were visible all across the expanse of flesh. Jonny looked at Bret and nodded, inviting him over. Bret played coy even though he was already leaking precum in anticipation. The bed creaked under their collective weight.

Jonny made out with Dubs and placed Bret’s hand on his throbbing crotch. After a couple minutes he pulled back so that Dubs and Bret could make out while he scooted back on the bed and removed his pants. Bret glimpsed Jonny’s fat cock flop free as he undid Dubs’ straining pants and then his own. Once all three men were naked their bodies collided with a fierce desire.

Dubs’ flesh was just as soft and supple as it looked. Bret found his warm expanse pillowy like a woman and yearned to drive his cock deep within the man’s peachy hole. Jonny’s firm body pressed against Dubs in noticeable contrast. Jonny was tanned and strong and aggressive, gripping the men’s rolls of succulent chub, jiggling the weight, and slapping it enthusiastically. Bret’s physique was somewhere in the middle. He was bulky like Dubs but firmer. His rolls were dense and heavy with fat, less forgiving to bending or more complicated maneuvers.

It didn’t take long for Bret to find himself inside Dubs thrusting vigorously. Though he quickly discovered that he barely had the stamina to top anymore, especially after the day he just had. Before long he pulled out, gasping for breath, and laid back on the bed. Bret stroked his cock as he watched Jonny pound the shit out of Dubs. The bottom’s juicy rolls bounced wildly to and fro until he was in the throes of a prostate orgasm. Bret was edging at this point and kept himself going until Jonny blew his load between Dubs’ bright pink cheeks.

All three men laid back in the king sized bed breathing heavily. There was a mutual satisfaction over their reunion. Only one thing was missing: Dennis. Bret wondered what Dennis was up to as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.