From Lad To Lardass: Chapter 2

Sam was not thrilled when Camilla started coming around. For the past few months he had enjoyed Alex all to himself. They were two lads from a small village navigating London together. There was something romantic about it. But now… now there was Camilla.

Alex met Camilla at a pub one weekend and after drunkenly hooking up in the alleyway they had become something of an item. Camilla was a bit like Alex: brash, fun loving, thick, and sometimes obnoxious. Sam judged these qualities on women but admired them on Alex. He couldn’t explain why.

Together, Alex and Camilla were growing quite plump. They had only been hanging out a month and a half but it was noticeable. All they did was eat and drink in excess. Alex always had some minor padding around his midsection, but now it was pretty noticeable. Shirts that used to be snug only around his biceps were now also snug in the middle. For the first time in his life, Alex’s belly extended a bit further than his massive pecs. It even wobbled a bit when he walked.

Alex increasingly wore bottoms with elastic waistbands. Sometimes he would squeeze into a pair of jeans that left little to the imagination and seemed altogether uncomfortable. His thighs were packed into those pants like two sausages while the waistband cinched him in half and accentuated his growing muffin top. It didn’t seem to bother Alex, though. He was about to move up a weight class in wrestling and altogether he seemed fine about it. He even expressed pleasure at Camilla’s ballooning curves.

Sam, on the other hand, was irritated. He actually found Alex’s girth alluringly hot and masculine but he resented that it was Camilla who was making him this way. Sam missed their pub excursions were the two men would eat until they were about to burst. In fact, Sam had begun to plump up himself and found it to be liberating.

All his life, he was pushed around and easily dismissed for being so scrawny. For the first time he had some meat on his bones. It wasn’t much, but it was something. For the most part this was due to hanging around Alex. Although, increasingly Alex was choosing Camilla over Sam. In response, Sam decided to fully inhabit Alex’s lifestyle of consumption and merrymaking even if he had to do it on his own.

One Friday, after an unnecessarily large fast food run together, Alex received a text message that made him pause eating. Sam could sense something was up and watched as Alex took one last bite and then giddily excused himself from the table. Sam was a bit dumbfounded. Alex never left a meal early, let alone unfinished. He suspected by the glint in Alex’s eye that Camilla was propositioning Alex for some afternoon delight. Sam was pissed.

He resolved to eat everything at the table in protest, including Alex’s abandoned meal. It was a struggle but he got it all down eventually. From there, Sam strode confidently to a nearby clothing store and bought a little tank top and some pants that hugged the fresh ass fat he had recently developed. It wasn’t much, but he enjoyed the new slope of his rump and was ready to show it off.

He proceeded home and grabbed a bottle of vodka on the way. Tonight, he decided, he was getting laid. There was a gay bar not far from his house and he was determined to make an appearance. Gay bars were still a novelty to the young lad and came with a fair amount of fear and anxiety. He had been to one once before while on summer vacation in Spain, but overall he was a novice.

A few hours later Sam was quite drunk. He had polished off half the bottle of vodka on his own and strode out of his house with a false sense of empowerment. When he arrived at the entrance of the bar the bouncer seemed charmed by the young twink. Sam, however, was intimidated. He got a hand stamp and headed inside. To his horror, it was somewhat desolate.

He looked at his watch and realized it was probably too early in the night to be there. He awkwardly ordered a cocktail and stumbled through small talk with the bartender. Then some older man, attractive yet not what Sam was looking for, approached him. After struggling through another cocktail, this one paid for by the older man, Sam made a swift exit.

“Where are you going?” Someone said as he walked through the door into the chilly night air.

Sam turned around and was startled to see a handsome young guy, not much older than himself, looking at him with a slight grin. An hour later Sam was inside the stranger’s apartment getting undressed.

The man sat on the edge of his bed wearing only his underwear, legs spread wide. He had a similar build as Alex, albeit a bit more bottom heavy, which did not go unnoticed by Sam. The guy’s legs looked heavy and strong, with fat soft fat hanging from developed muscles. They were nearly as big around as Sam’s waist once was. He was hairy as well with a dense chest of hair and scruff that lent him a rugged masculinity. He smelled of beer, as Alex often did, and Sam was drooling.

It didn’t take long before Sam was mounted on the man’s cock and fantasizing about Alex. He could tell that Alex had a larger appendage just from the outline of his pants. Alex also had a bigger belly. Not that this guy was skinny by any means, but his midsection more resembled Alex’s a year ago. Nevertheless the man jiggled when he fucked and grunted like a fat boy.

Sam imagined it was Alex inside of him, filling his hole and tapping at his prostate. He imagined Alex’s rough hands on his hips and the dopey faces Alex made when he was drunk. When he finally orgasmed he could see Alex on top of him, the weight of the wrestler’s belly pinning him down, sweat dripping from his strong brow. He even imagined Alex a little thicker than he was now, fattened up from long evenings at the pub rough housing and pigging out. It all sounded so good that Sam shot his load clear across the room.