A Cornfed Reunion: Chapter 4

The sun had set over the family reunion. Beneath a full moon the women moved the food inside and broke down the collapsable chairs. Beer cans and kids toys still littered the yard; they would be cleaned up in the morning. On the kitchen counters remained a myriad of pies and desserts with overstuffed adults still grazing by occasionally. Everyone was a little tipsy and a lot full.

On the front porch sat all the men, chewing on brownies and sipping whiskey. A few bid their farewells and then all that remained were Liam, his cousin Gareth, and, of all people, Jeremy. Somehow over the past several hours Liam found himself casually keeping company with the object of his desire. Having spanked one out in the bathroom earlier helped quell his feelings. Additionally, Jeremy’s fiancee had left far before sunset. Out of sight and out of mind as far as Liam was concerned. With her absence, Jeremy continually shot flirty glances towards Liam, and even a wink or two when no one was looking. Now, with just the three boys on the porch, it almost felt like last summer. Except, of course, for one thing…

“Man you’ve really gotten fat,” Gareth guffawed.

“Who, me?” Jeremy teased. “What about Liam over here.”

“Yeah you, you fuckin’ pig! You have an entire plate of brownies in front of you! As if I’d be talking about Liam. Shrimp drinks a glass of milk in the morning and thinks he’s bulking.”

Jeremy and Gareth burst into laughter. Jeremy’s body bounced up and down in his chair as he shoved brownies into this mouth while laughing. He had a whole tray on the table next to him and had been grabbing chunks with his bare hands and washing them down with Jack Daniels. Liam noticed that even Jeremy’s chocolate covered fingers looked chubby.

“Hey,” Liam interjected, “I’m not as scrawny as I used to be.”

The laughter swelled once again.

“What can I say?” Jeremy grinned. “I like food,” and popped some more brownie into his mouth.

“Yeah you like brownies you fuckin’ fat ass.”

As they laughed, Jeremy’s phone fell from his pocket onto the porch. He grumbled as he reached, rather pathetically, towards the ground. His hand wasn’t anywhere close. His body was too stacked for him to bend much in any direction, yet he tried. The boys were humoured watching the tubby man try with all his might to grab his phone. If he wasn’t so lazy he would just stand up and bend down. Instead, he reached, and as he did so one leg of the plastic lawn chair began to bend and bend until it snapped, sending Jeremy tumbling to the ground. He brought the plate of brownies down with him. His belly hit the wood porch first and then his face landed in the warm chocolate goo. The whole episode made a thunderous noise that brought Liam’s uncle scrambling outside in concern.

“What did I say!” Gareth jeered triumphantly.

Jeremy chuckled a bit but looked shaken. He tried to get to his knees but fumbled back down. With all the alcohol and fresh weight gain he didn’t have a sense of his center of gravity. He was just so heavy. His belly became fully exposed and Liam spied bright red stretch marks on his love handles. They bounced as he struggled. The bottom of underbelly jiggled wildly too. With his ass in the air Liam also noticed sweat stains up his crack. Clearly the weight was taking its toll.

Liam and his uncle helped Jeremy to his feet. The mood had shifted from jovial to concerned. Jeremy had chocolate smeared across his face which he wiped and licked from his hands like a cat. He seemed shaken up yet still entranced by the sweet brownie goo. Liam was fascinated. Jeremy had totally succumbed to gluttony in only one year.

“You okay big guy?” Liam’s uncle asked and patted Jeremy on the shoulder.

Jeremy nodded, lifted his shirt, and wiped the rest of his chocolate off his face. Now everyone got a full view of what Jeremy was packing. His pecs were large and firm, resting atop his gut. His skin was stretched taut over his belly. He resembled a pale, hairless gorilla, sweaty and exasperated. Liam’s uncle headed inside and Jeremy found a sturdy wooden chair to plant himself on.

“Guess you’re right,” Jeremy said. “I gotta get this under control, man.”

“Hey, I was just teasing,” Gareth consoled. “Not like I’m some star athlete. Gained thirty pounds since Christmas.”

Liam shot a glance at Gareth’s middle. It was mighty swollen. Even his uncle was looking plumper. Perhaps that’s just what happened to men at a certain age. They swelled with experience.

“It’s getting late boys,” Gareth said and excused himself.

Jeremy and Liam sat in silence for a bit. Jeremy was still breathing heavily from his fall. His belly expanded and relaxed with each breath. He swigged whiskey and then placed both hands on his belly. He pushed his fat in and then released. He scooped himself up from the underbelly causing all of the cushion to bunch up, and then wobbled it back and forth dramatically. Liam wondered what was going on.

“The fiancee is on me to drop some pounds…” The words hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. “Are you still attracted to me?”

Liam took a while to formulate his response: “Does that even matter?”

Jeremy seemed downtrodden and it was eating at Liam. He resented the sexy hunk for cutting him off, but could he blame him? Jeremy was simply following the order of things in this town. That’s what people did; they got married, they had kids. Hell, they gained weight. Liam’s demeanor softened.

“What do you say we take a walk to the river?” he suggested.

Jeremy smiled and cautiously rose to his feet. He pulled down the hem of his shirt, but his belly still remained exposed. Liam was sure the shirt “fit” earlier in the day and that Jeremy had simply bloated beyond its confines. The cornfed stud was oblivious to this fact. Liam stood and shot Jeremy a romantic smile. They headed towards the lawn, Jeremy cautiously taking the steps off the porch one at a time. He was too big to see his feet and was cautious of another fall. Liam grinned to himself. He thought about what sex would be like with such a large man and felt his cock stir to attention.