A Corn Fed Reunion: Chapter 3

After an excruciating four days in Oregon, during which Liam spent many hours crying and rueing his return to rural America, it was finally the big day. The family reunion. Liam was irritated to say the least, but at the very least he felt thick. The past few days he had been working out with his cousin’s dumbbells and helping his aunt move some machinery from the garage to the shed. In lieu of protein shakes he was drinking glasses of whole milk throughout the day and pigging out on hot dogs and hamburgers. In addition to the manual labor and artery clogging food, Liam was drinking in excess. Cumulatively, it was hard to tell if the curve of his belly was due to fresh gains or pure bloat. Frankly, he didn’t really care.

For the most part, Liam was only concerned with obliterating any thought of Jeremy from his head. Unfortunately, the arrival of the reunion didn’t help. He knew Jeremy would be present probably alongside his fiancee. Liam could hardly stomach the word fiancee. Rolling out of bed and overwhelmed with dread, Liam pulled on a jock strap. It was fiercely hot outside and he didn’t mind airing out his rear. Besides, it was a sexy secret he would enjoy keeping all day. Donning a snug Zara tee and his cut offs he lazily headed toward the kitchen where he had come to expect a delicious meal to be awaiting him every morning.

“Oatmeal?” he uttered incredulously when he arrived.

“Yes, we’re saving our appetite, and time spent in the kitchen, for the reunion.”

Liam poured himself a glass of milk and was served a steaming bowl of oats. He retracted his prior skepticism when he took a bite. Never before had he tasted oatmeal so fattening. It was loaded with cream and sugar and fruit and cinnamon. It was almost too rich, but he still gobbled it right up and then headed straight for the weights. Outside, he did his exercise routine followed by another glass of milk and a nap. When he awoke, the festivities had begun.

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Liam meandered out to the yard where a cacophony of voices intermingled with classic rock on the radio. Almost immediately he was sucked into a tidal wave of introductions to family members he’d never met or barely knew. One thing struck him as he shook hands and made small talk: most of his family was plump. All the women had wide sagging hips and the men had pot bellies hanging above their belts. He wondered if it was genetic. He wondered if this was his future.

Liam excused himself and headed for the food. Almost immediately he stopped dead in his tracks. There was Jeremy, fishing meat off the grill onto a plate already piled high. Liam’s heart sank. He diverted his path and feigned to watch a nearby kids game of hopscotch, all the while spying on Jeremy.

The farm boy stood in profile which displayed the full slope of his colossal gut. It was almost comical from this angle how far his belly and ass protruded, like bulbous fruit hanging from a tree. He was surrounded by other large and hungry men grazing over the grill, yet Jeremy stood out. His heft was firm and solid. He clearly had a base of muscle and somewhat active lifestyle, while the other men were more blob like. The fat dripped from their muffin tops and hung loosely from their limbs, quivering with every movement. Those men seemed more handicapped by their weight while Jeremy looked capable, at least for now.

Liam flexed his own muscles beneath his tee and felt up his own burgeoning belly, a mere role of a fat at his waistline. He wondered if this is how Liam started out and whether one day he might swell to the proportions of the men before him. He wondered if Liam would continue to grow. Another fifty pounds and Liam would surely start to more resemble the less active men around him. One could only get so fat and remain fit. He imagined that it wouldn’t take much for the meaty Jeremy to begin to sag and jiggle like the others.

One of the men next to Jeremy, the largest of the bunch, placed his beer can on the crest of his belly while he scooped food onto his plate. No one batted an eye. Satisfied with his spoils from the grill Jeremy found a plastic chair nearby onto which he lowered himself. The flimsy plastic stood surprisingly strong beneath him, although the arms of the chair did squeeze his bulging love handles. Liam could imagine the view from behind: Jeremy’s ass spilling out of the plastic cut outs. Jeremy set the paper plate atop his belly, as a few of the men were doing, and shoveled the food into his mouth. A few minutes later he stood up with a stained shirt and grubby fingers.

Liam found himself getting hard and headed for the bathroom, snagging a beer along the way. He wanted to jerk off to the images of fat Jeremy that plagued his mind. If he could just shoot a load, he thought, then his infatuation might dissipate. He arrived at the house to discover there was a line for the washroom. He sighed dramatically.

“Well look at you,” some fat guy in line said, a relative whose name Liam couldn’t place. “Fillin’ out aren’t we?”

“I guess,” Liam responded. He was irritated with the commentary on his physique and also irritated by the fact he found this strange overweight relative vaguely sexy.

“Gotta watch out,” the man said, “or you’ll end up like me.” He shook his gut with one hand and continued, “This thing grows five pounds every year in December. And it never shrinks back down.”

His belly looked supple beneath a stained football jersey, softer than Jeremy’s but firmer than most of the other men. Liam could even see some of his body hair poking out through the mesh and a sliver of underbelly as the man jiggled himself. Liam was getting harder by the second.

“I gotta go,” Liam said and darted off.

There was a neighbor’s house at the other end of the backyard who had opened up their doors for the reunion. Jeremy charged that direction while trying to conceal his growing erection. A small group of children were playing outside and a wave of self-disgust washed over him as rushed through the backdoor. The bathroom was nearby and he tried the handle. Locked.

“Fuck me,” Liam sighed as the door swung open.

“What was that?” said the person emerging.

Liam was paralyzed as Jeremy stepped out of the bathroom. Up close he looked bloated and messy. His lips were tinted red from barbecue sauce and his eyes were glossy from day drinking. He was oblivious to the fact that his dirty old T-shirt failed to conceal an inch of belly fat hanging free above his groin. He smiled and looked at Liam’s throbbing groin.

“It sounded like,” Jeremy said and took a step closer to Liam so that they were nearly touching, “you asked me to fuck you.”

“That’s not quite what I meant.”

“Soo you don’t want me to fuck you?”

Jeremy thumbed Liam’s chin affectionately. The farm boy looked like an adoring puppy thirsty for Liam’s attention. He gazed at the young twink who stood silently not knowing what to say or do.

“You’ve filled out a bit since last summer,” Jeremy continued. “Look at those arms. You hittin’ the gym, city boy?”

“Yeah, I have been…”

“And what about that cute little ass? Can I get a glimpse?”

Liam didn’t turn around.

“Aw come on,” Jeremy leaned forward so that their chests touched and grabbed a handful of Liam’s rear. “Nice and full,” he purred. “You look good.”

Liam remained silent.

“Come on,” Jeremy wouldn’t quit. “There’s no hiding that hard on. I know you want me, don’t you?”

“Jeremy,” a voice called from outside.

The affection drained from Jeremy’s face and was replaced with fear. It was the voice of his fiancee. He grabbed Liam by the waist and pulled him close. The twink sank into his lard-laden stomach as Jeremy planted a kiss on Liam’s forehead and then departed.

As Jeremy left, Liam headed to the window to catch a glimpse of the fiancee. They locked eyes which startled Liam and caused him to scurry off to the bathroom. With the door locked he yanked down his pants and wrapped his fist around his cock. His underwear was soaked and he was still pumping out precum. It didn’t take much to get him to the finish line.