Brothers or Boyfriends: Chapter 8

Five months later

Kenneth let out a powerful grunt upon finishing his chest press. A couple people turned to look at the thick slab of marbled beef lying flat on the bench. His thighs oozed off the padding of the bench and hung low next to his massive calves. His belly piled atop him with his gooey overhang exposed to the world around him. His shirt barely covered him up, intentionally, and his shorts left little to the imagination.

He sat up, sweating and proud of himself. He was using higher weights than ever before and was undeniably stronger than ever. Much of this was due to the help of Cristoff, who was nearby doing lats and shot Kenneth a suggestive wink. Kenneth met Cristoff through Newton, a chubby guy he had hooked up with a few times, and the two had become inseparable.

Cristoff was in his late thirties and a well-known alpha on the bear scene. He was tall and well over three hundred pounds with a significant portion of that being muscle. Surprisingly, he had never done steroids and was a self-described expert on perma-bulking. He immediately saw potential in Kenneth and it didn’t take long for the younger man to open up about his nascent desires to gain and grow.

Kenneth wiped the sweat from his brow and moved to the free weights. Flashbacks of Jude struggling at the gym in Aspen crossed his mind. He hated to admit it, especially since he started seeing Cristoff, but he thought about Jude regularly. There was something about that man’s silly grin and his soft supple rolls that drove Kenneth wild. He could still remember the taste of Jude’s cock and the smell of his gooey fat pad. Kenneth started to get hard and tried to concentrate on his reps.

“New stretchies,” Cristoff said after slapping Kenneth’s fat ass in the gym shower.

Kenneth looked confused.

“On your love handles,” Cristoff thumbed the indentations in Kenneth’s skin before giving his handles a firm squeeze. “Get used to it boy, you’re gonna be covered by the time I’m done with you.”

This suggestion got the blood flowing to Kenneth’s cock once again. It began pointing upward as Kenneth fantasized about where the next ten pounds might land. He thought back to Jude’s fat pad and hoped his own might grow similarly thick.

“Calm down,” Cristoff teased. “No orgasm for you until I get your ass home and that stomach filled to capacity.”

When they arrived at Cristoff’s apartment there were two bags of delivery waiting for the men: Chipotle and gyros. Kenneth’s stomach growled from the smell of the food. He hadn’t eaten since his protein pancakes and bacon that morning and he was starving. Cristoff spread the food out on the counter with two glasses of whole milk. The men chowed down in relative silence, focusing more on their intake than each other as they had become accustomed to doing. Cristoff finished first and as Kenneth was still polishing his plate, Cristoff broke out the blender. The mass gainer and creatine went in first. Then some fiber, a banana, peanut butter, a couple eggs, and more whole milk. Kenneth belched, a subtle announcement that all of his food had been consumed.

“Clothes off,” Cristoff ordered.

Kenneth struggled to remove his sweat stained tee. His gut and chest jiggled free in the well-lit apartment, still glistening with sweat. His tits had developed a delightful fold in recent months that Kenneth took particular pride in. He rubbed the swollen crest of his gut and took a deep breath, hoping to belch some more to free up space for the shake. He then shimmied off his gym shorts. Underneath, his boxer briefs were littered with holes, allowing one whole testical to hang free. He started to get hard causing the underwear to tear a bit more.

“Underwear too,” Cristoff said.

Kenneth did as he was told. His cock became fully erect beneath his small overhang. He played with it a little bit as Cristoff poured the shakes into two big jars. Kenneth squeezed the chub of his underbelly in anticipation. He was completely under Cristoff’s spell, eager to gain weight and be his obedient pig project.

“Couch,” Cristoff demanded.

Kenneth leaked precum as he stepped towards the couch, relishing the feeling of his mass wobbling with each step across the living room. He sighed as he lowered himself onto the cushion. He loved the way his belly piled before him when he sat down and how his thighs were so big around he had to sit with a dramatic manspread. Reaching around his belly, he tugged at his cock a couple times in anticipation. Cristoff sat next to him and took a few big gulps of his own shake.

“You’re really becoming quite the beefcake aren’t you?” Cristoff said while admiring Kenneth’s form.

Kenneth nodded.

“You still have space in that big gut of yours?”

Kenneth nodded as Cristoff softly stroked Kenneth’s erection.

“I bet you do. I bet you have enough space for both of these gainer shakes, don’t you?”

Kenneth looked at the two glasses on the coffee table. Typically, Cristoff drank the other one and although Kenneth was eager to grow he wasn’t sure he could consume that much shake, especially after two full meals.

“Don’t you, piggy?”

Kenneth nodded, hesitantly.

Cristoff held a shake to Kenneth’s mouth. Kenneth gulped it down furiously, knowing the best way to max your intake was to go fast. Fill your stomach up before your brain realizes you’re full. This was one of the many tricks he had learned from Cristoff and so he put it to good use. In under ten minutes one shake was gone and he was on to the next. Only now, he was beginning to slow. Cristoff kept the pressure on. Kenneth began to breathe heavily as his belly swelled out before him and streaks of chocolate shake ran from his mouth down to his tits. He simply closed his eyes and continued to chug. Then, before he knew it, the shake was all gone.

“Atta boy!” Cristoff thwacked Kenneth’s stomach, almost causing the ballooning ex-jock to puke. “Doubled your intake already! I knew you could do it.”

Kenneth groaned and lazily stroked his hard-on.

“Now, I gotta make another one for myself,” Cristoff grinned and stood from the couch. “So tell me,” he said as he headed for the kitchen. “What were you thinking about to get that last shake down.”

Kenneth sighed. He was nearly too full to speak and he didn’t want to answer that question. The truth was, he was thinking about Jude. He was thinking about when he found Jude wearing nothing but a jockstrap while washing brownies down with eggnog in the middle of the night. He thought about Jude’s cock sitting exposed in the sauna, framed by chubby thighs and a thick fat pad. He thought about sucking Jude off in the bathroom of the pub the last time they were together…

“Uh, not much,” Kenneth said. “I was thinking about mass, getting bigger… Being a good piggy. For you.”

“That’s my boy!” Cristoff cheered.