Return to Palm Springs

A gaggle of twinks lounged by the pool for their annual gathering in Palm Springs. They gossiped about when their friend would arrive and what he would look like. No one had really seen Tristan since last summer and word on the street was that he had undergone something of a transformation. When the gate to the pool opened everyone’s eyes shot in that direction.

“Holy shit.”

“No way.”

“You guys, that’s not Tristan?”

“I think it is…”

The man approaching had a belly that projected several inches in front of him with an authoritative wobble that was mesmerizing. It was so thick and developed that the overhang nearly eclipsed the barely-there swim brief he was squeezed into. The harsh sunlight left nothing to the imagination, including bright red stretch marks across his navel. Fluffy love handles seemed to defy gravity at the hips, and a massive rump and chub rub slowed his gait even further as he wobbled toward the twinks. To top it off, he was covered from head to toe in a dense layer of body hair.

“Tristan?” someone muttered in astonishment.

The last time they had seen Tristan he had been chubby, but still a twink nonetheless. The man walking towards them however was a fully grown bear. The Tristan they used to know was now buried under dozens of pounds of lard and a luxe coat of body hair. The transformation was quite stark and no one could conceal their disbelief.

Tristan lowered himself down at the edge of the pool. His friends were speechless as his bulbous rump plopped against the wet patio and spread out beneath him, nearly gobbling his swimsuit up into a thong. He chuckled at their stupefied looks and patted his belly.

“What can I say? From twink to bear!”

Everyone was so transfixed by their newly fattened friend, that they barely noticed he had brought a guest along with him. Dimitri was a strapping young model-type with just a bit of pudge clinging to an otherwise well-trained physique. He sat down next to Tristan and wrapped a hand around the bigger man’s gooey thigh.

“This is Dimitri,” Tristan said. “We’ve been hanging out with a group of guys who have a house up the street. The same group I met up with last year.”

“The bears,” someone said icily.

Tristan laughed, “Yeah, the bears.”

“I’m sorry, Tristan,” one of the guys said. “But I have to broach the elephant in the room.”

“Am I the elephant?” Tristan teased.

Everyone awkwardly laughed.

“You can laugh!” Tristan exclaimed. “I’m fat! I got fat! There’s no hiding it. You know I’ve been hanging around with this group of heftier guys and I guess I swelled up by osmosis or something, I don’t know.”

The truth was that Tristan’s weight gain was no accident. A year ago to the day he met a group of gainers in Palm Springs and they catalyzed a transformation that Tristan had been dreaming about for years. In fact, they promised a 100 pound gain that actually came to fruition, 30 pounds of which during the past two months of unhinged gluttony. As he sat before his friends, Tristan had to resist scratching at the stretch marks that had grown massive in recent weeks or playing with the tits that were drooping into his armpits.

“I don’t know what to say!” Tristan shrugged, sensing that his prior explanation was not satisfactory to the group. “Let me introduce you guys to Dimitri. We met in LA a few months back and have been getting close,” Tristan smiled as Dimitri squeezed at his copious thigh fat.

Everyone said hello to Dimitri who seemed to care little about the gangly group of twinks before him. Dimitri didn’t know it yet, but this was going to be a big evening for him. A year ago Tristan had been initiated into the group of bears in a ceremony everyone claimed would trigger a 100 pound gain in twelve months. This had come true of course, even though Tristan didn’t put much stock in superstition. Regardless, it was now Dimitri’s turn.

“So I know this is inappropriate but I gotta ask what you weigh now?” a friend, Keigan, interjected.

Tristan rolled his eyes and shook his mound of belly fat with both hands, “Y’all just can’t get enough of this can you! You wanna touch it? I know you do,” Tristan was surprised when Keigan, the twinkiest guy of the group, leapt forward to cop a feel. “So I’m just under 300 now,” Tristan seductively lowered his voice as Keigan gripped his belly. “Like, 292 or something around there. But it feels good, doesn’t it? I think I was meant to be a big guy.”

Keigan’s hands lingered on Tristan just long enough to make Dimitri jealous and then pulled back.

“I think it suits you,” he said with a flirty grin.

Tristan was surprised by Keigan’s advances. It seemed his newfound girth was attracting all types of attention. Nevertheless, his focus was on Dimitri for the time being and so he fetched the two of them some large blended drinks from the bar. It was going to be a long day of hanging with the twinks so alcohol was a requisite. At least they had an evening of gainer shenanigans to look forward to.

As soon as they parked themselves on some lounge chairs, Tristan’s creaking beneath him and threatening to collapse, Keigan appeared. He dragged a chair next to Tristan and re-introduced himself. They had met last year but Keigan was new to the group and Tristan had been preoccupied with being inducted into the house of bears and didn’t remember who exactly Keigan was. It quickly became evident that Keigan was a shameless chaser. He was practically salivating over Tristan’s swollen form.

“You like big guys, don’t you?” Tristan finally blurted out.

Keigan blushed and looked around to see if anyone was listening. He nodded affirmatively. Tristan eyed the twink’s bulge swelling a bit beneath his hot pink Speedo. This was going to be an interesting day.

“I’ve always been so intrigued by big guys, you know? Like how does it actually feel to take up so much space?” Keigan whispered so no one else could hear.

“It feels great, most of the time. Can’t say this hundred degree heat is very kind to big boys though,” Tristan wiped sweat from his brow. “This blubber is better suited to the winter.”

“Do you bulk in the winter?” Keigan inquired.

“Babe, I’m always bulking.”

Keigan’s eyes widened. He was undeniably aroused by the conversation. Both Tristan and Dimitri were amused by the twink’s starry eyed expression as he flirted with coming over to the fat side.

“Have you…” Dimitri began flirtatiously, “ever thought about gaining weight?”

“Me? Oh, no I mean… I couldn’t, I can’t. Sure I’ve thought about it before. It does sound pretty fun, but nothing sticks. I have the fastest metabolism.”

Tristan and Dimitri looked at each other knowingly.

A few hours later Tristan and his twinks departed the pool and headed to dinner. The rest of his friends seemed content to let Tristan wander off and they barely even noticed that Keigan had gone with him. Tristan wore elastic exercise shorts over his swim briefs and a button up that was a bit snug around the belly but remained open at the chest. His furry tits were comfortably on display in Palm Springs.

Tristan took his boys to an upscale burger joint. He walked in with one on each arm. The twinks flanked his prodigious gut that wobbled authoritatively up to the host who seated them without batting an eye. The boys took the booth as Tristan lowered himself carefully onto an uncomfortable wrought iron chair. It supported his weight but left much to be desired in terms of comfort.

Tristan ordered for the table. Burgers for everyone, Tristan’s a quarter pounder with extra cheese, and an everything pizza for the table. Keigan seemed surprised and Dimitri appeared excited. Service was fast and Tristan ate even faster. Keigan could barely keep his eyes off the fattened hog as he folded up slices of pizza to inhale between bites of burger.

Dimitri put his burger away easily but began to slow when it came to pizza. He avoided the beer he ordered so that he could save room. Keigan, on the other hand, stopped eating only half way through his burger.

“We don’t leave food on our plate at this table,” Tristan declared.

Keigan powered through but with much apparent difficulty and without even touching a slice of pizza. When they stood up to leave his eyes widened at Tristan’s bloat. The bear’s shirt looked ready to pop open. Dimitri looked bloated too, his belly sloping forward beneath a skin-tight tee and his love handles rolling over the side of his jeans.

“I’m impressed,” Keigan said as they left the restaurant. “You boys really know how to eat. I’m about to burst after one burger.”

“Just wait ‘til we get back to the house,” Dimitri said with a chuckle.

“What’s at the house?” Keigan asked, but no one responded.

When they opened the door to the rental, Keigan’s mouth dropped open. The dining table was completely covered with pizza, wings, brownies, and beer. Draped across the living room furniture were four fat guys, all different colors and sizes. At the center sat a shirtless Gordo, the biggest of them all. His belly extended past his knees with a rolling density that reminded one of fudge.

A cacophony of “Hello, boys!” greeted them.

“I heard you’re interested in gaining,” one of the men said to Keigan. “You’ve come to the right place. Here, have some of this joint it will help with the munchies.”

“Did you tell him about Gordo?” Another one asked.

Tristan had not and so the other bear dove into the mythical story of their obese friend whose hot load would result in a hundred pound gain within a year. Everyone in the room attested to the veracity of this tale, even Tristan begrudgingly.

“If you play your cards right tonight, you could be next young Keigan.”

Keigan looked surprised, flustered, and excited all at once.

“Not if I can help it,” Dimitri said cockily. “That load is for me tonight. This twink can barely eat a burger in one sitting.”

And thus began a competition.

Keigan felt an imperative to prove himself to this house of bears. After a long sun drenched boozy day he had become mesmerized by Tristan and Dimitri’s ideology of growth and now Keigan wanted to join the cult. He yearned to expand alongside this brotherhood of overconsumption and there was only one way to do that: eat.

All of the men began to dig in. Tristan took his place amongst the other men of size, leaving Dimitri and Keigan side by side. Next to one another, Keigan looked particularly frail. Dimitri had a decent amount of muscle on him plus he had begun porking up over the past couple months. He wasn’t big yet, at least not by the standards of this group, but he was meaty. He could hold his own.

Dimitri dug into the wings with gusto, slathering them in the closest sauce and gobbling the meat at breakneck speed. His face quickly became stained with sauce and then his shirt. Keigan started on the pizza but struggled to pack it away. He took large bites that only took him longer to chew and washed them down with beer that only bloated him up.

The larger men watched the boys and whispered amongst themselves, taking bets on who would mount Gordo’s python first. Although Dimitri had the bigger appetite, it was assumed that Keigan was more of a bottom. Gordo had a lot of cock to handle and it wasn’t always easy to get inside. Everyone liked the idea of the newcomer who sat slouched over the table, bones jutting out awkwardly as he tried to keep pace, finding himself suddenly a hundred pounds larger in twelve months.

On the other hand, would the weight even show much on a guy so skinny? Dimitri, on the other hand, was on the brink of ex-jockdom. A hundred pounds would make him a total porker. Getting hornier by the second, the larger men moved in for the kill. They massaged the boys, patting their thighs and stroking their cocks. Naturally, the feeding became mutual as grubby hands pawed at one another.

The twinks couldn’t resist the folds and rolls of their mentors and the room began to heat up, literally. The heavy breathing of seven horny boys, five of which were obese, steamed up the air. It smelled of greasy food and dick. Hungry mouths wrapped around eager cocks and eventually the twinks gravitated to Gordo. He was the grand prize after all.

Gordo’s cock rose to attention like a cobra in a basket of fat. His organ was remarkably long and remained so even though he was hundreds of pounds overweight. They licked at his shaft eagerly while their hands jiggled his expansive belly, gripped at his rotund thighs, and wobbled his bulging fat pad.

Meanwhile, the other men enjoyed one another. Tristan found himself with Dominico, the man who introduced him to this group over a year ago. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Tristan was not much bigger than Keigan when he was charmed by the alluring hunk at the pool and inducted into a world endless pleasure and gluttony.

Dominico was back on the gain train after taking a break for several months and Tristan noticed deep white stretch marks along the man’s suntanned inner thighs. They seemed to point towards his cock and balls, which were becoming buried under the excess weight. Dominico was decently endowed, but he was no Gordo, and the expanding fat pad was taking several inches from his manhood. Tristan knew the same future awaited him.

As Keigan and Dimitri competed for Gordo’s cock, stroking their own and lubing up their eager but nervous holes, Tristan was nearby on all fours getting fucked by Dominico. The other men were nearby sucking and fucking as the room felt like a pool of flesh and fat. Everyone was up for grabs and everyone had throbbing rock-hard erections. Nothing felt off limits.

Keigan and Dimitri began to make out as the other men fingered their holes and lazily tried to direct Gordo’s member inside one of them. Whenever one got close, someone intervened. Nearby a sweaty Tristan consumed the slow and rapturous fucking of Dominico. Their bloated bellies and taut rolls glistened with sweat as their moans joined the echoes of everyone else’s.

Very slyly, Dominico at one point turned around and motioned to one of the other men. He pointed at Gordo’s cock and then gestured towards Tristan’s rump. Although Keigan and Dimitri wanted the hundred pound load for themselves, no one could resist Dominico’s mischievous plan.

The twinks dismounted the tub of lard they had been lording over and joined the others in stimulating Tristan’s nipples and prick while feeding him pizza. Dominico pulled out and stepped aside as Gordo slid in to fill his place.

“Oh, fuck,” Tristan moaned as Gordo’s cock immediately made contact with Tristan’s prostate.

When Gordo rested his overflowing middle atop Tristan’s lower back, the latter realized something was up. But it was too late. He was in too much ecstasy from the prostate stimulation and Gordo was already unleashing his load. He filled Tristan up as someone’s sticky hands brought the hungry bottom to orgasm. Everyone else stroked their own cock as well, shooting loads that splattered atop Tristan’s sweaty back.

Everyone reclined in silence following the culmination of their gluttony.

“Well can you believe it? Another hundred pounds for Tristan.”

“Yeah right you sneaky fucks,” Tristan replied.

“You can deny it all you want, but it’s thanks to Gordo that you’re sitting at three hundred pounds today. And guess what? This time next year, you’ll be four hundred.”

These words hung in the air. Keigan was overwhelmed with the debauchery that had just transpired and could hardly make sense of the world around him. Dimitri was jealous he didn’t get the load himself, but swept by the idea of another hundred pounds on Tristan. He could barely imagine it.

Tristan dismissed the comment before reality hit him. What if it was true? Four hundred pounds is a big number. He was already struggling to carry around the last hundred pounds. One hundred more and his life would be completely altered by his weight. Is that what he wanted?

His dick started to get hard again.