From Lad to Lardass: Chapter 3

Sam woke up next to someone he didn’t recognize. Since he started hitting the bars on his own he had become somewhat of a slut. In addition to being a slut, he was also becoming an absolute pig. He didn’t like to overthink it, but somehow the wires in his brain got crossed and his desire for men, for Alex, and food all began to intersect. The more sex he had, the more he ate, the bigger he grew, the more he pined for Alex. And Alex too was rapidly growing larger.

Sam was being spooned by an unknown bear. All he knew was that the man behind him was large, for his belly filled the small of Sam’s back and his arm rested heavy on Sam’s shoulder. The twink rolled over and was a bit startled. The man was not unattractive but significantly fatter than what Sam typically went for. Not that he was opposed, after all his wires were recently crossed, but he was a bit surprised.

Sam himself had a belly of his own now, and as he lay in bed he noticed how it pooled atop his navel like a puddle of cream or a plate of jello. He enjoyed it and gave it a squeeze. It was soft, softer than the muscle chubs he had been hooking up with. His hands moved down to his thighs which were looking particularly pudgy these days and when he gave them a squeeze his dick started swelling in size. He took a look at the man next to him and decided he’d rather not.

Sam got out of bed, took a shower, and dressed for the day. By the time he was done the man had stirred and gave Sam a sickeningly sweet goodbye before heading out the door. Alone in his apartment, Sam’s stomach grumbled. He needed to source hangover food stat. As he began to scroll through food delivery apps there was a knock at the door. Sam opened up and there stood Alex with an odd expression on his face and a greasy bag of mystery food.

Alex had just witnessed the hefty man leave Sam’s apartment and a flame of jealousy burned in the pit of his stomach. He had caught wind that Sam was going out to the gay bars lately but was taken aback that his friend was hooking up, and with such a fat guy no less! On one hand, it made Alex feel better about his own recent weight gain, but he also felt possessive of Sam. Even though he had a girlfriend of his own, he wished to keep Sam’s affections for himself.

Alex raised the bag of food, a grab bag of nearly everything McDonald’s offered for breakfast, and awkwardly smiled.

“I hope I’m not the only one that’s hungover,” Alex said.

Sam gave Alex a hug, noticing how the athlete’s belly felt particularly soft and squishy between them. The firm heft from a month ago had apparently given way to soft cushion in recent weeks. As they spread the food out on the kitchen counter Sam inspected Alex’s gains from the corner of his eye. Alex was looking seriously hefty.

His gut folded over the hem of his sweatpants when he was standing and bounced with every step. Sam couldn’t recall Alex ever having an overhang like that. His broad shoulders and neck looked softer too, the muscles less well-defined. Alex even moved oddly, as though he weren’t entirely comfortable or adjusted to the extra weight yet. Sam felt his prick stirring to attention at these observations.

Alex was conscious of Sam’s wandering eye and felt nervous. He was self-conscious of his belly, fully aware that his shirt barely covered him up. That morning he had noticed red stretch marks around his belly button. This was the first time he had developed stretch marks due to fat instead of muscle gain. Although that was a hit to his confidence his pig-brain still ordered several pounds worth of fast food. In Sam’s kitchen, he reminded himself of the guy who had just left the apartment. He had a good fifty pounds on Alex, maybe more, so he wagered he shouldn’t feel too bad.

When Alex sat down on the bar stool at Sam’s kitchen island it creaked precariously. Those stools were never particularly sturdy or comfortable, but now with Alex’s ass freshly beefed up arse hanging off the edges he feared the worst. Sam clocked the anguished creaking but pretended like he didn’t. They chowed down, decrying their headaches and avoiding the topic of last night. Neither guy wanted to divulge their own sexual escapades out of imagined jealousy of what might be relayed in return.

“Man, hair of the dog? Whatya think mate?” Alex suggested.

“Brilliant,” Sam replied and grabbed a handle of vodka from the cabinet.

He mixed it with some orange juice in the fridge while continuing to chomp away at some food. With his back to the room, Alex noticed for the first time that he wasn’t the only one who had put on weight. Sam was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that draped over his newly voluptuous rear. The seam of the shirt ran down his ass crack accentuating the two plump melons he had developed from overindulging. Alex squinted a bit to see if he could detect love handles beneath Sam’s shirt. When Sam turned around Alex was surprised to see a bit of a belly poking forward as well. He assumed the partying was beginning to leave its mark. Maybe the hefty older men too.

They cheersed and washed down mouths full of food with the sour concoction. Alex let out a massive belch and both men giggled in response. Alex was known for his brazen burps and they seemed to only get more thunderous the larger he grew. Meanwhile, both eyed the other’s body casually between huge bites of food but didn’t say a word. Somehow that felt acceptable in their hungover state. Independently, they grinned to themselves, finding their mutual gains amusingly endearing.