Two Hundred Pounds Later: Chapter 4

My ‘The Guys’ group thread was blowing up. I hadn’t been chatting with them much lately, but I had to share the news: I hit 400 pounds a month early. Naturally, I received a bunch of “I told you so’s” followed by demands for pictures. I kept them in suspense for a bit, teasing how heavy the fresh weight was and how I had no time to adjust with how fast it piled on. All of it was true.

My legs struggled to support the heft. A single flight of stairs became a monumental task and I couldn’t stand around at work for long before I had to take a break. For the first time I was confronting the fact that gym might be a good idea. If I continued to gain I needed the strength to hold myself up. Calvin, for example, never had this problem and he was nearly to 400 pounds himself.

After I sent some photos to the guys I received a clamoring of excitement that demanded I return to Los Angeles for a visit. I couldn’t blame them. The prospect of seeing someone you know after a 100 pound gain was enough to get me hard. It’s not often that you get to see a gainer before and after in the flesh. Although, I wondered what Calvin would say; he had become increasingly possessive lately.

I moved into his apartment just before hitting 400. It was a mutual decision that brought us even closer, both literally and figuratively. The truth was that Calvin and I were outgrowing this apartment. Literally. There was only so much space for two men of our size.

The wood floors creaked and sagged beneath our heavy footsteps. Surely, the downstairs neighbors hated us. The hallway to the bedroom was just narrow enough that we could no longer pass one another without turning sideways and sucking in, which still left our bellies uncomfortably (yet erotically) smashed against one another. Calvin’s queen sized bed was not roomy enough and threatened to collapse every time we fucked. Unfortunately, the bedroom wasn’t quite wide enough for a king bed so we had no other option.

The worst was the bathroom. The door itself was so narrow that my love handles brushed up against the sides as I entered. Calvin was getting so wide that he had to turn slightly when entering. The sink was too close to the shower and left no room for me to stand. My belly had no choice but to practically fill the water basin which made the sink nearly non-functional. Lately, I brushed my teeth in the kitchen.

All of these inconveniences were absolutely titillating reminders of what a massive hog I had become in as little as two years. Nevertheless, it did get annoying in day to day life. There was no question we needed to move, especially once we started considering what 450 pounds would look like…

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I was tied to one of the dining chairs, rope cutting into my overflowing flesh, my cock throbbing inside of a chastity cage, and my bare skin stained with days worth of food. I was gulping down melted ice cream blended with heavy cream and mass gainer powder. My ass was sore from Calvin fucking me raw a couple hours ago while my face was buried in chocolate mousse. I had been so full the past seven days that I forgot what it even felt like to be hungry.

Calvin stood by whispering “good piggy” into my ear as he poured calories into me. Ever since I brought up an LA trip I had been tied up. I didn’t know how long that meant as day and night blurred amidst constant feeding. Something about me visiting my other feeders and encouragers triggered a sadomasochistic force inside of Calvin. He had me call out of work for the entire week. I don’t remember what excuse I gave. All I know is I didn’t leave the house as Calvin tested the limits of my ability to completely submit to gluttony.

I wasn’t always tied up, but most of the time I was. I preferred it that way. I liked being a useless pig. A slave to food and fucking. Calvin treated me rough, bossing me around and forcing me to eat on all fours. Like usual he prevented my orgasm, but that was foiled one night when I erupted during a wet dream. Shortly after he brought home a chastity cage.

He decided when I ate, which was basically constantly, and what I ate. For the most part the food itself didn’t matter anymore. I cared more about soft foods and liquid as my jaw grew sore from the constant chewing. My head was in a constant haze which made time pass more quickly. It was almost like a state of euphoria. The more I ate, the less I moved, the more my stomach stretched and my body swelled with fat, the more content I became.

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I wobbled to the curb, my clothes no longer even attempting to contain my blubber. Calvin had managed to grow me 10 more pounds in only a week which was evidenced by the thick slice of underbelly hanging below the bottom of shirt. I climbed into the Uber XL with some difficulty. I was breathing heavy and sweating. I wasn’t used to so much movement.

Calvin followed behind looking equally massive but less gelatinous. His base of muscle still kept him looking more pert than myself. Nevertheless, his underbelly also hung free from his shirt. He threw our two suitcases into the back of the Uber and then joined me in the back seat. Even a mini van could barely contain us as our swollen legs and love handles melted into one another.

A few hours later we were boarding the plane as nervous passengers prayed neither of us were their seat mates. Calvin had purchased two seats for each of us so this wouldn’t be a problem. Still, I relished the way people had to lean away from my love handles and wobbling ass cheeks as I struggled down the aisle, the floor creaking beneath me. When I finally got to my seat I plopped down with a sigh of relief.

Despite having two seats I still felt crowded. My belly filled the space in front me and pressed against the back of the seat I faced. It was a struggle to reach my bag or get my seat belt extender on. I was also still stuffed with whatever Calvin had fed me an hour ago, leaving me sleepy and lazy.

This trip to Los Angeles was my reward for being Calvin’s pig project for seven days. He was a good boyfriend and I was excited to introduce him to the guys in LA. I was also nervous. Who knew what kind of debauchery the six of us could get into. Just the thought of it was getting my cock hard. Luckily, I was fat enough now that no one could notice.

Once we were situated in our seats, I looked across the aisle at Calvin. He winked at me and I smiled back. I was in love.