The Fat Cow

Creston landed his first salaried gig during his last semester of college. It felt like a huge accomplishment in the current job market. While his peers were moving back home or taking unpaid internships, Creston was moving out of the suburbs and into Seattle proper. The company was an up and coming dairy farm that produced a coffee creamer called The Fat Cow. They operated out of a co-working space in the city consisting of only ten employees.

Creston was nervous about working for a start up after hearing many horror stories, but he had to begin somewhere. Besides, he was a fan of the product. The Fat Cow positioned itself as a healthy, hormone-free, full fat alternative to processed plant-based milks. Creston loved dairy all his life and had never bought into the oat milk phase. He saw a gap in the market for trustworthy dairy and as the new head of marketing had a clear vision of how the company could position itself to a young demographic.

The week before he started he bought some new work clothes from a variety of fast fashion stores. Creston was a short and stocky guy who had filled out more than he had realized in college. Throughout school he enjoyed craft beer and locally grown marijuana after long days studying and it had begun to show. His belly had softened and his thighs had gotten thick. His scruff concealed the beginnings of a double chin. Most of his friends also had the beginnings of a dad bod so he didn’t really notice until he was purchasing new clothes. The realization didn’t bother him, but it was a modest surprise to discover he’d gone up two pant sizes.

Creston was filled with nerves his first week of work even though everything went smoothly. He knew that the owners of the farm were gay but he was pleased to discover the staff were also mostly LGBT. It was primarily women but there was one other gay guy, James. James was a bit aloof but Creston felt happy to be around queers nonetheless. The space felt inclusive and everyone was invested in the success of the company and one another.

After a few months of employment Creston began to feel like he was really hitting his stride. His new social media campaign was a success and he was charged with a complete package redesign next. With such a small company every decision weighed heavily, and although his boss and colleagues were supportive, Creston was feeling the pressure. He was pulling long days and occasionally working at night if inspiration struck.

As a result, his diet was even worse than during his college years. He didn’t have time to worry about cooking at home. Plus he had disposable income, which meant nearly every meal was delivered and drenched in grease. He couldn’t help it. Moreover, living by himself in a studio apartment meant that he could make an absolute pig of himself and no one would know. There was no longer anyone around to judge him if he ate an entire pizza naked in the living room at midnight. Who cares if he started the day with a venti frappuccino and three donuts? Week after week he stuffed himself until he ached and didn’t think twice about it.

The gooey little paunch at his waist began to swell from this lifestyle. His pants became snug. His underwear developed holes in the crotch and in the ass crack, though he wasn’t having any sex so he didn’t bother to replace them. When he graduated, his belly was only noticeable when he sat down and it folded over the waist of his pants. Now, it stuck out even when he was standing. It even wobbled a bit when he walked.

About six months into his new career Creston was given a substantial raise for his good performance. He also began managing a new employee, a young straight guy named Mick. Mick was a muscled outdoorsman who lived and breathed organic meat and dairy. A few other hires were made and they moved into a larger coworking space. The company also began hosting off-site outings and stocking the mini-fridge with a variety of The Fat Cow branded dairy treats that were still in the testing phase before hitting the market.

Not only was every coffee consumed at the office drowned in The Fat Cow, but now they had full fat ice cream, yogurt, chocolates, kefir, and protein shakes to snack on day in and day out. Creston didn’t mind one bit and mindlessly consumed one thing after another all day long. He wasn’t the only employee taking advantage of the free perks, but he was perhaps the most eager.

Eventually, Creston realized he was getting chubby. The real turning point was running to catch the bus one day. He couldn’t remember the last time he had run and the experience was excruciating. His heart was pounding, his belly uncomfortably slammed up and down with each step, his feet hurt, he was pouring sweat. His shirt had even ridden up by the time he boarded and he didn’t notice until he sat down and saw his reflection in the window. There was no way he could ignore the belly sticking to him any longer.

He bought some looser fitting tees that week and became a bit more aware of his own, and everyone else’s appearances. He noticed that he was not the only one in the office who had gained weight. James was also looking porkier, though his gains were not as visible as Creston’s. Mick stood in sharp contrast to the two of them, with chiseled muscles and a flat tummy. For the first time, Creston felt a bit embarrassed.

Oddly enough though, he found he was getting more attention from men lately. On the apps and at the bars boys were flocking to him. Creston hadn’t been much interested in dating but he was appreciating the attention. He found that some of the guys seemed particularly drawn to his midsection, placing their hands on his love handles or giving him little belly rubs. A couple guys on Grindr even complimented his physique and said they liked a “dad bod.” This helped dissuade the initial disconcertment Creston felt over his weight gain.

Increasingly, he found that he was craving dairy. The sweet treats from work were simply not enough. He began concluding most dinners with an ice cream or a slice of cake from the grocery store. Occasionally he even blended his own coffee milkshakes in the morning made with heavy cream, peanut butter, and cold brew. Something about the dairy satiated him in a manner nothing else could.

After a year working for The Fat Cow, Creston’s weight gain was obvious to friends, family, and coworkers. His parents stated that he had “filled out” with a hint of consternation in their voice and query of whether he had a gym membership. His nieces and nephews were more overt, poking at his belly and calling him chubby. His friends made sly comments when they went out to eat, such as “I think you can handle it” when a restaurant's portions were oversized or “I know you have room for dessert.” No one was critical or mean, but Creston could tell people viewed him differently now.

He also hadn’t had sex in over a year and knew it was time to end his dry spell. Surprisingly, twinks were still throwing themselves at his dad body left and right, but Creston felt like he needed a man of equal size. One Thursday night after too many post-work beers with James, Creston noticed just how attractive his coworker looked. James now sported a gooey little belly all his own and thunder thighs that no pair of pants could contain. He looked plump and succulent and Creston wanted a taste.

They ended up at Creston’s studio, drunkenly undressing. Their bellies pressed together warm and soft as they made out. Creston enjoyed how his hands sunk into the man’s flesh. There was so much more to handle. No one had ever jiggled Creston’s ass before James, and Creston enjoyed the sensation of his weight bouncing on his body. He reciprocated on Jame’s bubble butt and then got carried away. Creston wobbled James thighs and ass and then his belly too. James became a bit shy about the weight and made a muffled comment about how much the two of them had gained.

When they finally fucked Creston noticed how different it was to pound against a well-padded boy. There was so much extra meat in the way, jiggling and sweating and weighing them down. Creston also realized the degree to which his stamina had decreased over the past year, causing the boys to tire pretty quickly into a slow lazy gyrating rhythm. After they orgasmed there was the awful realization that they now had to see each other in the daylight tomorrow, at the office. They mutually decided not to repeat what had transpired.

They kept their promise, but something about that night changed their dynamic. They became closer friends and every activity and most conversations centered around food. It was as though their union had given each man unspoken permission to continue enjoying food and their larger bodies. As each month passed the men swelled in front of their computer screens. Creston even noticed that their habits were beginning to rub off on the health-conscious Mike. He was snacking alongside them and before long his chiseled abs were buried beneath a fresh pad of fat.

It eventually became a running joke at the company that the office lifestyle and unlimited dairy was impacting everyone’s waistlines, Creston’s most of all. Something about the open discourse around his weight gain gave him the confidence to just keep growing. He was getting fat, everyone could tell, and he might as well own it.

At this point, Creston’s wardrobe had been updated several times and he was relying on stretch fabric as much as possible. His thighs had expanded alongside his ass which had stretch marks. His chest was beginning to sag and his arms were looking chubby as well. Still, the majority of the weight landed right on his belly which was expanding outward at a rate he couldn’t keep up with. His shirts and sweaters and jackets were constantly straining over the thick mountain of chub at his center. His belly seemed to defy gravity sticking out several inches in front of him. In contrast, James’ soft pudge drooped into an overhang early on, but Creston, although larger, expanded outward further and further.

Eventually his love handles started getting caught between the arms of his office chair. He had to push the chair off him when he stood lest he take the piece of furniture along with him. His breathing had gotten heavier too and he was avoiding long walks as much as possible. He was the fattest guy in the office and only getting bigger.

About two years into his tenure at The Fat Cow, Creston was invited to dinner by one of the owners. The company was owned by a gay couple who ran the farm and took a back seat to the business side of things. So Creston had only met the man a handful of times and was surprised by the invitation.

He arrived at the restaurant in a brand new black button up that was snug but the largest size he could find on short notice. Carey, the owner, was a fit man in his 40s who wore a casual black tee and dark wash jeans. Creston was nervous and when he got nervous he liked to eat. Luckily, Carey ordered far more appetizers than was necessary and barely touched them. Creston scarfed them down while listening to Carey’s back story and future plans.

When dessert came, three different dishes Creston had mentioned sounded appealing, the marketing manager was surprisingly full and feeling a sense of camaraderie with his boss. Carey didn’t touch the desserts but encouraged Creston to finish all three of them. Once they were gone and Creston was breathing heavily beneath his skin tight shirt, Carey dropped the big news. Creston was being promoted to Chief Marketing Officer which included a hefty raise and a monthly free delivery of The Fat Cow products sent directly to his home.

Creston settled into his new position quickly. Over the next six months, he moved into a two bedroom apartment and gained an inordinate amount of weight. The embarrassment and discomfort he had felt with his first thirty pounds had returned. He had grown so large and so fast that he was unaware of his proportions and constantly bumping into inanimate objects around him. His coworkers and family no longer discussed his weight. Instead there was a silent question mark that hung in the air of “is this getting out of hand?”

Indeed Creston was struggling to keep up with his own gains. His range of mobility was changing, he struggled to fit into public seating, or go on long walks or hikes with friends. He needed double what most people ate to feel satiated during a meal. His feet and knees were beginning to strain underneath his weight. His belly had finally dropped into an overhang and could not be contained by any of his shirts. In tandem his cock was swallowed up beneath an ample fat pad and stretch mark laden thighs.

He felt the difference in public too. The attention he got from twinks waned and now only bears gave him the time of day. At the office, James’ weight had plateaued months ago and Mike’s baby paunch never grew any further. This only made Creston’s mass all the more noticeable. Of course, The Fat Cow and its monthly deliveries contributed heavily to Creston’s growth. And he couldn’t help but notice Carey was coming to the office more often than usual and making a point to take Creston out to lunch or bring him a snack. Creston enjoyed the attention but found it curious.

On his third work anniversary, Carey invited Creston over to his house. It was long rumored Carey and his partner had an open relationship and Creston had surmised what might be in store for him. In fact, he liked the sound of hooking up with Carey, a handsome and powerful older man. Though a part of him still doubted that Carey would even be interested in a man of Creston’s size. Creston had recently broken a chair at a friend's house and been told by his doctor he needed to lose weight, which left him insecure about where he stood in the sexual marketplace.

Creston was so nervous before heading to Carey’s house that he ate two frozen spaghetti dinners and then struggled to button his new jeans. Standing at the front door he wanted nothing more than to be in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Carey at least seemed excited to see him even though his eyes did linger on Creston’s belly. Ultimately, Creston was glad he had eaten because the dinner was not as filling as he would have liked. At the very least there was chocolate cake for dessert and the slice Carey cut for him was nearly half the cake.

Dinner was followed by wine in the living room, during which Creston finally admitted he had no choice but to unbutton his pants so that he could sit down. Carey seemed bemused and excited by the admission, taking it as an opportunity to pry about Creston’s weight gain. He acknowledged that Creston was a big guy and that it looked good on him, but wanted to know exactly how much Creston had put on since he started working for The Fat Cow. Creston shrugged and revealed what the doctor had recently told him. He had gained about two hundred pounds in the past three years.

Carey’s jaw dropped. He then moved to the couch Creston was sitting on and placed a hand on the young man’s thigh. He asked how it felt being so large. Creston struggled with the question for a moment before realizing that he actually liked it. He liked eating, taking up more space, the sensation of feeling heavier… He even absentmindedly rubbed his belly as he relayed all his favorite aspects of getting larger to Carey.

Twenty minutes later Creston was naked and bent over Carey’s bed. He huffed and grunted as Carey drove his cock inside of Creston’s massive rump. Carey showered Creston’s body with attention. He squeezed and tugged at the young man’s dimpled ass and heavy sagging love handles. He admired the indentations of stretch marks traversing his most swollen areas. He patted the man’s full tank as though he were a sturdy animal on the farm.

Creston hadn’t been fucked in a long time and the pleasure was so intense. He was pouring sweat and squealing like a pig, his flesh hot pink with desire. The sensation of his own rolls and flesh clapping against itself felt wildly erotic. He felt humongous and desirable, thick and sexy. He wanted to be fucked like this every day.

When Carey got close to orgasm he began making promises. He told Creston that he would grow the young man fatter than he could imagine, pumping him with dairy on a regular basis. He would ensure Creston lived a life of luxury and indulgence while filling his endless appetite. Everyone would be shocked and delighted by the sheer girth and rotundity of his belly. His ass would grow heavier with fat and his legs would be like tree trunks. Creston was blown away by the fantasy. As they orgasmed in unison, Carey promised: Creston would become the fattest cow around.