Movers and Gainers: Chapter 3

After our one year anniversary, I spent a good hour fapping to before and after photos of Alejandro. I had become so consumed with the day-to-day ritual of growing him larger that I had stopped taking stock of how far we had come. There was no denying it now: Alejandro was a chubby man. Between my constant encouragement and his muscles turning to flab he was looking like a true porker.

I stitched together photos of him from when we first met to those we took on his birthday and realized just how much he had grown. For the first time I noticed how much fuller his face had become. He constantly looked buttered up and shiny with plump rosy cheeks. His pecs had also sagged considerably from where they once sat. Obviously, I was aware of his growing gut, but now I had proof of just how much it had grown. It swelled out further than his pecs and I reckoned it was only a solid ten pounds away from an overhang.

Speaking of his belly, he had begun scratching at his navel quite frequently and just as I surmised two baby stretch marks appeared a couple weeks later. Although I had constantly fantasized about seeing Alejandro at this size, I now could hardly believe it. What was next? Would he become a true fat guy? Would his belly sag into a generous overhang with age? Would stretch marks tear across his love handles and ass? I was overcome with possibility.

Around this time, Alejandro’s knee was in great recovery and he technically could start hitting the gym, but he didn’t. The gluttonous habits I had introduced had become fully integrated into his personality and it began to feel like he didn’t need me to enjoy himself. He also started work as a security guard which granted him lots of alone time to snack and scroll through his phone. Meanwhile, I was struggling with a heavy workload at school and I could feel us drifting apart.

I tried not to overthink it and looked for ways to make up for lost time. We began doing a weekly date night that usually consisted of seeing a movie or going to a nice restaurant. Eventually Alejandro complained of the weekly obligation. His work was tiring and all he wanted to do when he got home was eat fast food and play video games. Of course I indulged this inclination, making sure the fast food orders were always exorbitant. Nevertheless, I could sense he was less invested in the relationship.

Still, he continued to grow. He even began to acknowledge the weight, half heartedly complaining in between bites of Jack in the Box and having to unbutton his jeans. I heard the words “fuck I’m getting fat” more than I can count, and although he seemed exasperated he never eased up. Indeed, more stretch marks grew across his belly as the next ten pounds finally pushed it into an overhang. He also developed a fat pad around his thick cock.

Going down on him became a religious experience with all that extra chub. His belly slapped against my forehead and my nose pressed into his fat pad. With the extra weight he was sweating a lot and was muskier than usual. His thighs were enormous and had there own slight stretch marks near his groin. When I gave head it felt like I was submerged in the girth I had helped grow. It was a powerfully erotic feeling.

Unfortunately, one day I saw text messages on Alejandro’s iPad indicating he was possibly cheating on me. It was a horrible feeling. I felt betrayed and inadequate, yet fearful of confronting him. I knew I was lucky to be in a relationship that stroked my weight gain kink so perfectly and I was afraid to let that go. So I bottled up my pain and didn’t say anything for two months.

During those two months any guilt I felt about fattening Alejandro up dissipated and I fully leaned into making him my pig project. I bought appetite stimulants and mass gainer which I snuck into his food. I kept him stoned day and night so the munchies were constant. I left tons of food and snacks around the house and brought home massive fast food orders whenever possible. I even sought out a witch I found online who cast a weight gain spell on him. Looking back, I feel bad about these manipulative tactics but at the time I was hellbent.

Needless to say, it all worked. I swear Alejandro must have gained twenty pounds during those two months alone. He was bursting out of his clothes. He kept his jeans unbuttoned at all times and half the time he was unaware of the fact his belly was hanging out of his shirt. He huffed and puffed everywhere he went. Even his mom was beginning to get concerned.

The grand irony was that the fatter Alejandro became, the more our relationship crumbled. I barely even got to enjoy his gains because our sex life was evaporating. Eventually, we got in an argument over something trivial- I don’t even remember what it was- that exploded into me revealing that I knew he was cheating. It was an awful experience and we ultimately broke up.

I didn’t see Alejandro for several months after that and I wondered if he was still gaining. Then one day I ran into him at a Starbucks. He was on his way to work in his security uniform and looked fatter than ever. Seeing him with fresh eyes I was actually taken aback by his size. It’s not like he was four hundred pounds or anything, but he definitely exceed two hundred and, well, he looked fucking fat. He looked like a man ten years older with a wife and kids and a beer guzzling habit. I was turned on, of course, especially seeing him packed into a uniform.

We had a kind conversation in which he revealed that he was dumped by the guy with whom he cheated on me. The reason? He had gotten too fat. Alejandro chuckled when he relayed this bit of information and a moment later his trenta frappuccino arrived. He then looked at me and half stated, half asked: “You enjoyed me chunky though.” I raised an eyebrow and grinned slyly.