Tony & Lucius: Epilogue

“Hey, are you the gay pizza guy?” asked one of the guests at the resort.

Lucius was digging into a stack of pancakes and a post-workout protein shake while Tony was still asleep in the room. His stomach filled his lap and pressed against the table. He was already sweating underneath the warm Italian sun and didn’t care to go through the effort of standing up for some stranger. So he nodded and stayed seated while the man crouched down to snap a selfie with Lucius.

“I eat your pizza all the time. I’m such a fan.”

Lucius smiled and bid his fan farewell. He and Tony were accustomed to getting recognized in the states, but it happened less often in Europe. That was part of the reason they traveled so much, besides having loads of money and needing something to spend it on. Ten years ago they sold a majority of the restaurant to an investment firm. The firm expanded the chain nationwide and Tony & Lucius became internet sensations overnight.

Eventually, they were bought out completely and over the years the chain went downhill. Nowadays, most people knew of the brand as a low-price frozen pizza found in most grocery stores. Like most independent brands, Tony & Lucius had sold out and become incredibly rich. They also had grown incredibly large.

Back at the room, Tony stirred from his sleep to gaze upon a messy room strewn with room service platters. He stood his three hundred pound body up and wobbled to the bathroom. He rejoiced at the scale of the shower as he stepped inside and rinsed off. Last week they were in Greece and the shower was a tight squeeze for a man of his size. He lathered the soap under his tits and pits and belly. While washing his groin he couldn’t help but notice that his fat pad felt like more of a handful.

In the past ten years Tony had tried to keep his weight down even while his boyfriend swelled massively. The fact that he had only gained forty pounds during that time seemed like an accomplishment, at least compared to Lucius. This past week in Italy though he had pigged out more than usual and judging by the wad of fat above his dick he assumed it must be sticking.

After drying off, he stood in front of the mirror and lifted his belly up to look at his manhood. The roll above his cock was undeniably thick, but had it grown? He stepped closer to the mirror and sandwiched it between his thumb and forefinger. Were those? They were. Hidden behind his thick bush were red stretch marks that were definitely new. He had his answer just as his belly began growling for food.

Tony met Lucius sitting outside admiring the view of the sea. His boyfriend spread out considerably over the concrete bench, his gym clothes barely containing his heft. Lucius was an utter meatball now. Sometimes it was hard for Tony to even remember the twink he had met at the club over a decade ago. He supposed that man was still buried somewhere inside of all that bulk. Tony didn’t mind though, he enjoyed their new lives as absolute fat cats. Besides, Lucius seemed to really enjoy the gains and that was all that mattered.

“Are you down for another round of breakfast?” Tony asked, already knowing the answer.

“You know it,” Lucius grinned.

Lucius leaned forward to stand but his belly pushed him back down. This was happening more often lately, especially on certain seats. He leaned to the side a bit and shuffled himself onto his feet with a grunt. He had so much body in the way at all times. He pulled his shirt down and adjusted his shorts as he waddled next to Tony thinking about what he would order to eat.

Lucius had never expected to retire at thirty five, nor did he ever expect to be three hundred fifty pounds. He struggled to put it into words, but a strong desire to endlessly bulk had swelled in him alongside the couple’s growing wealth. Lucius had always appreciated a dad bod but he had never been with a truly fat man until Tony started stacking on weight. Watching his partner grow made him want that for himself. Now, ten years later, he had a good fifty pounds on his Tony and intended to keep growing.

Despite the barrel of fat caked around his middle and puffing out across every limb, Lucius maintained a solid gym routine five days a week. He had abundant muscle, it was just buried beneath inches of plush padding. This gave him an increasingly rounded effect that caused his mammoth thighs to spread into a slow waddle and his arms to rest splayed against his expansive sides. He was constantly chafing and could break a sweat in the dead of winter.

Lucius had even outgrown certain exercises at the gym, such as leg presses. He just had too much belly in the way to press in deep enough for the exercise to be worthwhile. Increasingly, he relied on deadlifts to bulk upper and lower body. The other men at the gym would watch him curiously. He was probably the fattest guy there and only growing larger. His body had grown with such abandon that stretch marks traversed his skin from chest to thigh and his skimpy gym outfits did little to hide this fact. Whether other gym goers stared with disgust or admiration was unclear, but it was certain that Lucius was a sight to behold.

“Oof,” Lucius patted his belly after breakfast with a hazy look in his eyes. “I could use a nap.”

“Why don’t we head up to the room then? I’ve got something to show you,” Tony replied.

By the time they got to their suite Lucius was wiping the sweat from his brow. His legs were tired and he dropped himself onto the couch because it was the nearest piece of furniture. He immediately regretted not heading straight for the bed.

“So I found a surprise today…” Tony said and began unbuttoning his pants.

“I think I’ve seen your dick before babe,” Lucius grinned.

“Just wait.”

Tony dropped his trow and then pulled down his underwear to reveal his thick bush and low hanging package. He stepped closer to his love with a smile spreading across his face.

“Look,” Tony said and lifted up his belly.

Lucius looked confused and so Tony parted his pubic hair a bit while gripping his fat pad in a way that would make it succulently push forward.

“Fuckin’ stretch marks man. They’re fresh since we got to Italy. I know I said three hundred pounds would be a hard stop, but… proof is in the pudding.”

Lucius was electrified by his hubby acknowledging his gains and felt his own cock began to stiffen beneath his overhang. He didn’t say a word and just leaned forward, dropping his nose in Tony’s bush. He took a deep whiff and then grabbed Tony’s fat pad with both hands and gave it a squeeze.

“God damn!”