Tony & Lucius: Chapter 3

“I can’t believe we decided to move on our anniversary,” Lucius moaned. “I’m fucking drenched in sweat.”

“At least the movers are doing the majority of it tomorrow,” Tony said while trying to catch his breath. “Besides, you’ve been a great help Mr. Muscle.”

Lucius was deserving of the title “Mr. Muscle” having put on considerable mass in the last year. In fact, he had put on nearly sixty pounds since he had met Tony, although it certainly wasn’t all pure muscle. His gym routine, protein, and calorie intake increased significantly, especially in the past three months, causing him to grow incredibly beefy. The other day he even discovered stretch marks forming on his shoulders and thighs for the first time in his life. He was a bit alarmed, but couldn’t help but celebrate them as a badge of honor of the man he was becoming.

It wasn’t only his physical body that had grown, but his mind and outlooks on life too. The biggest shift was investing more energy into his relationships instead of his boring day job. He also let go of judgment whether from himself or others. He embraced his appetite and his growing figure, and he also embraced his attraction to bigger men. He loved Tony’s growing body and no longer shied from showing his admiration.

“Tony, we’re sleeping on a mattress on the floor and it's our one year anniversary.”

“Babe,” Tony leaned against the kitchen counter trying to catch his breath. “It’s kind of romantic though, isn’t it? This is our first place together... Phew,” he gasped and wiped the sweat from his brow. “I don’t know which is a heavier lift, that box or my gut.”

Lucius grinned, “Hard to say.”

Tony had swelled dramatically since they first met in a bathroom stall at a gay bar. In fact, he was back at his all time heaviest. The regains hit hard and fast especially with Lucius’ sneaky encouragement. He could no longer deny his bear status now that his belly entered the room before the rest of him and a single flight of stairs had him winded. For the most part, he had accepted he was meant to live life as a fat guy, though he was a bit cautious about growing too much larger due to health reasons.

“That’s the last of it right?” Lucius asked. “Why don’t we pick up some pizza from the restaurant and a couple bottles of wine?”

“They’re going to think we’re ridiculous if we get another stack of pies three nights in a row, Lucius.”

“Who? Our employees? I don’t give a fuck,” Lucius rubbed his belly in anticipation. “Besides, I know you can’t resist that new Vienna sausage…”

“Fine,” Tony said, tempted by the thought, “but let’s have it delivered, I can’t deal with those stairs again today.”

They woke up the next morning glued together with sweat, come, and pizza grease. They didn’t make it to the shower post-orgasm and had accidentally stained their mattress. Neither one wanted to admit it, but the fatter they became the lazier and more slobbish they became as well. They had barely realized it, but their stamina had decreased significantly. Lucius especially was constantly sleepy and napping after lifting and eating so much on a daily basis.

They groaned as they got to their feet and tidied up the room. The movers would be arriving soon and then later in the day they had a meeting with potential investors. Tony threw on shorts and a tank top that he didn’t realize failed to cover his overhang completely. Lucius enjoyed the peekaboo of flesh and didn’t say a word. He was similarly dressed in a work out tank and shorts as he ran to McDonald’s for breakfast.

The couple pigged out at the kitchen island while the movers huffed and puffed around them. Lucius appeared stronger than any of the men moving their furniture, but he stayed seated, stuffing his face. Once everything was in place, Tony and Lucius breathed a sigh of relief and began to freshen up for the meeting.

“You know,” Tony said as he buttoned a new pair of chinos and examined the fullness of his ass in the mirror. “The last time I did one of these meetings I was about the same weight.” He patted the overhang eclipsing the button of his pants and then fingered a small stretch mark by his navel. “Pushin’ two sixty I’d reckon… Anyway, I was meeting with this shitty investment group who had the chintziest office space imaginable, and would you believe that I actually broke one of their chairs!”

“No way,” Lucius chuckled. “Two sixty isn’t that big.”

“Right? The cheap ass plastic wheel broke off. I guess it was a sign to not go with them, but let’s hope this is a better experience.”

The men arrived at the office with bellies full of fast food and a fair bit of nerves. In the past six months they had opened up locations in San Diego and Long Beach to great success, but relinquishing even partial control of the company to a third party was daunting. Tony’s head was abuzz with the possibility of losing his baby, while Lucius’ nerves were manifesting in gas he struggled to contain. It didn’t help that his business attire didn’t fit like it used to.

While Tony had taken great precaution to purchase a roomy outfit days prior, Lucius had not thought so far in advance. His pants remained suctioned to his every curve and his polo shirt stretched thinly over his ape-like upper body. His belly sloshed with fast food with every step and he was ready for the meeting to be over as soon as he sat down.

Unfortunately, when he did sit down, his pants slightly tore in the crotch. Tony assumed his boyfriend had farted and Lucius tried to pretend like nothing happened. Luckily, they were seated at a conference table allowing Lucius to covertly finger the hole in his crotch and determine it wasn’t too significant. His thighs were likely bulky enough to keep it obscured once he stood.

By the end of Tony’s presentation, there was palpable excitement in the room. He had performed well. No one wanted to say it outright, but the image of two overweight gay guys telling a success story of a bicoastal pizza joint was marketable  in the current culture. The investors had a clear offer. They wanted Tony & Lucius to be the face of a marketing campaign for a prospective twenty new locations. The caveat: they wanted to buy the men out for several million.