Celebrity Gainer: Chapter 5

“I’m sorry, I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Come on, Robert! We’re gonna be paid half a million dollars to just sit around in a glass mansion and eat. Doesn’t that sound hot to you?”

“We can do that on our own! I don’t like the idea of being surveilled 24/7, and besides they want me to gain to 450 and I really don’t think that’s a good idea. I get winded just walking to the fucking car these days.”

“You do know that’s kind of hot, right?”

“Come on, Clayton. I’m serious.”

Both men sighed and a silence befell the room. They looked onerously at the paperwork sitting on the dining table. A porn company that happened to be owned by a wealthy admirer was offering the couple an incredible experience. Inspired by Robert’s gaining origin story of hibernating in a cabin for two months and emerging 24 pounds heavier, they were offering a secluded mansion and endless supply of food for six months. Both men were to be given a weight gain goal and cameras outfitted in the kitchen, dining room, and outdoor patio would catch everything. The end result would be the ultimate gainer porn series.

“I think it would be really good for us and then afterward we could take a step back from the spotlight,” Clayton said.

“Yeah, we will have to take a step back because our normie braindead body positivity followers on Instagram and TikTok are gonna be shocked and disgusted when they see this shit.”

“You know that’s not true, half of those people found you on OnlyFans babe. They know what your fat ass gets up to.”

“You don’t receive the hate messages from all the folks who figure it out after the fact. This kink is not mainstream, people still think we’re freaks for wanting this.”

“Fine!” Clayton exclaimed. “Fuck!”

~

Robert’s belch thundered throughout the bedroom. He groaned immensely, his arms and legs splayed out beneath him on the bed.

“I think I might vomit,” Clayton said.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. It’s only night three and I’m way too full.”

“Fuck, here’s to six more months.”

The couple fell asleep atop their bed. When they awoke the next morning they had barely moved and were still full from the night before. Clayton got up first and headed straight to the toilet to take a massive shit. He instantly felt better. While he showered, Robert stirred from his slumber. He was pinned down by his belly and hadn’t the energy to extricate himself from the luxurious king size bed.

When they finally emerged into the dining room a personal chef had already prepared a lavish spread. Clayton wore a cropped tee that draped across his curves perfectly while Robert didn’t bother with anything beyond a stretched out pair of basketball shorts. The larger man plopped down on the bench seating and got to work. At this point there was no denying that eating was in fact his job, so he treated it like one and stuffed himself to max capacity. Clayton followed suit, though the younger and smaller man found the whole scenario more arousing than his partner.

Little did the couple know, but their every calorie was being counted. In post production these numbers would be shown on screen day after day. And besides the very obvious cameras set up in the corners of the rooms and their weekly weigh-ins, there were also cameras embedded in tableware, fridge, and countertops, providing viewers with an up close view of the pigs in action. Robert had suspected as much, and had a plan for when this was all over. He had negotiated that the rights revert back to him and Clayton after the first airing. This meant he could cash in on new cuts of the footage after the initial release.

~

Clayton awoke to the sun peaking in through the window. He rolled over, his belly sloshing alongside him, and reached for his boyfriend. He felt around but Robert’s side of the bed was empty. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes to confirm that Robert had indeed gotten up before him, a rarity. Clayton put on a pair of briefs and exited the room. His belly hung before him like a heavy sack of jelly, bigger and rounder than it had ever been in his life. The past several months had done some serious damage.

He caught his reflection in the hallway mirror and stopped. For the first time, stretch marks ripped across his belly and thighs just like Robert. He looked so fucking big. New rolls had developed atop of old rolls, his thighs were dimpled with cellulite, his glorious pecs were sagging with fat, and his neck and jawline were disappearing. He stared at himself in awe. He could hardly believe the changes in his image. It was as though his former self was sinking beneath all the fresh chub. He cupped the soft glorious fat of his underbelly and caressed his curves all the way up to his juicy tits. A clicking sound snapped Clayton out of his horny reverie.

He followed the clicking noise down the hallway and towards the kitchen. It was an odd sound that he couldn’t quite place. Finally he made it to the dining room and discovered the source of the noise. Robert was sitting in an office chair he had rolled in from another room. He barely even fit in it. From behind, Clayton could only see Robert’s love handles and ass spilling over the sides of the chair. His body was rocking rhythmically, causing the chair to emit the strange clicking sound. His feet, puffy with fat and supported by cankles, pushed him so subtly forward and back. Robert was positioned in clear view of the camera in the corner of the room.

“Robert? What are you up to?”

Clayton approached his partner, as he got closer he noticed some empty boxes of Boost VHC littering the ground as Robert lifted a full one to his face. Up close, Robert’s fat was bobbing back and forth from the motion. He tossed aside an empty box of Boost and cracked another, rocking and grunting as he chugged. Clayton crossed the dining room to look at Robert head on.

“Fuck,” Clayton’s jaw dropped open.

Robert was jerking himself off hands free, using only the friction of his pubic fat. His cock poked in and out of the bulbous folds of lard like a groundhog peaking out from the ground. He moaned a bit and Clayton could sense he was close to orgasm. He lent a helping hand, but not to his prick. Clayton cracked a Boost and held it to Robert’s mouth as Robert played with his own nipples. After gulping down the box of 500 calories in just a few minutes, Robert shot his load across the room and then belched.

~

Both men were panting after hoisting themselves into the SUV. Clayton’s belly softly brushed against the steering wheel for the first time, a badge of honor that sent a quiver down his cock. Robert barely managed to get inside the car at all. He was red in the face and spilling over atop the console and glove box. He could barely even get the door closed and didn’t even bother with the seat belt.

“Well we did it,” Clayton said.

“In fact, we outdid ourselves. Well, I did at least,” Robert responded.

“I honestly can hardly believe that last weigh in…”

“I can,” Robert sighed. “I can feel it. Four hundred and eighty pounds, that’s not something you can ignore. Especially when the last seventy appeared inside that house.”

“Well, I can’t say I mind it. Besides, they’re paying you a bonus for going over 450.”

“They should pay for an assistant, I can barely do anything now. Hell, I could barely get inside this car. I’m going to need you to help out a lot more around the house from now on, babe. I know you think it’s hot that I can’t reach my dick anymore, but it’s not just sex. I’m gonna need your hands in the shower, doing chores. And grocery shopping, of course.” Robert winked.

“Music to my ears. There’s just one problem…”

“What’s that?”

“What are we gonna do when I hit 500?”

“You’re only at 300 love, we’ve got time.”

“Don’t underestimate me. I’ll be there in no time. A hundred pounds a yea from here on out, at least.”

“Well, I suppose at that point we’ll have no choice but to bring in a plucky young feeder.”

“Good thing this stunt is going to make us rich.”

“Oh, this is only the beginning.”