House of Hunks: Epilogue

Several years later

Andres flexed in front of the mirror. His brown skin was striped with soft white stretch marks from his impressive gains. He moved slowly, admiring how his hulking muscle was still faintly visible beneath a dense layer of chub. His belly hung forward with an impressive gravity completely concealing abdominal muscles under a hundred pounds fat. He never looked better. He couldn’t believe that all those years ago he qualified his happiness and beauty by how slim he was. If only he had known sooner that becoming a muscle bear was the key to holistic success.

He glanced behind himself at the California king bed sagging beneath the weight of three morbidly obese men and the eager muscle stud they found online. Andres grinned. Since acquiescing to his roommates’ life of gluttony and growth a number of blessings were bestowed upon him. Andres became closer with all the other men in the house, and all four of them developed a sexual relationship with one another that was more than gratifying.

Additionally, Andres was excelling as a plus size model. He was booking gigs left and right and was finally starting to see a dent in his bank account. With the help of Kevin, who had recently received a large inheritance, Andres moved the guys into a more spacious house fit for four hungry kings. Replete with an industrial kitchen, sturdy furniture, and a California king in every room, their new house set them up for a phase of massive growth.

In bed, Sebastian lay on his side; the only position he was physically capable of these days. His stomach spread out before him partially pinning down the muscle twunk. His tattoos had become so stretched from the weight gain that they were losing their color and definition. In fact, much of Sebastian’s body had lost the definition he once wore so proudly. Maintaining his position as the fattest guy in the house meant that he had become an hog of a man, bulging out in every direction with plump rolls of chub. It wasn’t so long ago that he had the physique of the twunk who was now wedged beneath him.

The twunk softly tugged at Sebastian’s cock, which was now hidden beneath several inches of bulging fat pad. His face was practically suffocating inside the fold of Sebastian’s musky left breast. The fat man was aroused by the stud’s motions but still asleep and breathing heavily. Behind the twunk lay Luke, his warm gooey stomach pressed against the smaller man’s narrow lower back.

Luke was now the smallest guy in the house, yet still fat by any measurement. His gym habits were faltering, but he still maintained wide shoulders and even wider love handles. He was a proper ex-jock with plump rolls of belly fat and a plush heavy bottom dimpled with cellulite. His girth was not as all-encompassing as Sebastian’s was, but still kept him toasty and encumbered. Luke’s morning wood was desperate for a warm hole and pressed against the new lover’s taint. Lazily, Luke grinded his hips against the pert posterior.

Kevin, meanwhile, begrudgingly lifted himself out of bed. Walking was getting difficult for Kevin, as well as Sebastian, and so they spent as much time laying down as possible. Unfortunately, Kevin had to pee. He waddled to the toilet, every part of his body chafing against itself, and sat down. Peeing standing up had been out of the question for over a year. His large body was practically dripping with fat and overwhelmed the small porcelain throne. After only a couple minutes Kevin dozed back to sleep while sitting atop the toilet, his head resting within a ring of neck fat.

In the kitchen, Andres began whipping up a massive breakfast wearing only a jockstrap. He had become a great cook in recent months as eating out with all the boys could be too much of a production. Everything under the sun was on the menu today: eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, french toast, ice cream, chocolate syrup, and mimosas. Feeding his boys and getting everyone around their dining table, a long slab of wood with bench seating, had become a special joy.

In the bedroom things were getting frisky. Sebastian was on all fours. This was his favorite position these days because it afforded him the most laziness. Doggy style permitted someone else to do all the work. Topping was far too exhausting.

With Sebastian’s ass in the air and his belly completely filling the space beneath him, the slim muscle stud was balls deep in his freshly poached whale. Luke sat in front of Sebastian, his soft thighs spread wide as Sebastian choked on Luke’s cock. Luke loved to receive head ever since he became fat enough that the other person’s face bounced off his belly and fat pad. Nevertheless, he was unenthused with Sebastian’s lack of effort and maneuvered himself free.

Luke wobbled to the edge of the bed where he admired the stud’s lithe body slamming into the hulking mound of beef that was Sebastian. The bed shook with the force of their fucking causing Luke’s own overhang and fat ass to wobble. He stroked himself for a few minutes before moving in for the kill. With a handful of lube, Luke oiled up the stud's ass and slipped his cock right inside.

The muscular man bellowed in ecstasy as Luke pinned the twunk between his own belly and Sebastian’s mass. Luke’s stomach bounced in the crux of the stud’s lower back as he pounded at the man’s prostate. Sebastian was yelling “fuck” repeatedly which meant he was close to coming and Luke could feel himself getting close as well. He wanted the stud to come first though.

So he pulled the young man out from the middle and through him onto his back. With a bit of squirming around he got the stud’s face wrapped around Sebastian’s cock and practically suffocating beneath the immensity of Sebastian’s stomach. Luke continued to rail the guy in missionary until all three men came in unison.

“Breakfast is ready!” Andres shouted from the other room and rang a cow bell.

One by one the house of pigs emerged in the nude. Luke was first, walking with a confident poist-coitus strut. With shoulders back and hips forward, the droop of his underbelly wobbled in tandem with his half chubbed cock. His skin was still flushed pink and splattered with jizz from the vigorous early morning fuck. He scratched at the stretch marks on his thighs and grinned from ear to ear when he saw the spread on the dinner table.

“Smells great!” he exclaimed.

The twunk emerged looking frazzled and sex crazed. “That was great, wow,” he declared whilst putting on his shoes. “I gotta go, but please let’s do this again.”

Sebastian came out next. Each step was heavy, causing the wood floor to creak and rumble. He had adopted a full on waddle that was slow and cantankerous. His face looked half asleep and hazy, but as the smell of butter and oil and sugar and salt hit his nostrils he livened up. Licking his lips, he rubbed both sides of his belly, arms fully extended. He couldn’t even reach his own overhang anymore.

“Where’s Kevin?” Andres asked.

“I think he fell asleep on the toilet again,” Luke responded.

“Again?” Andres laughed. “Kevin!” he shouted. “Let’s eat!”

It didn’t take long until Kevin appeared. His soft rolls bounced jubilantly as he emerged ready to eat. His mouth was salivating. His cock was also hard as rock with the prospect of feasting, but the great expanse of his overhang concealed this fact. Kevin slapped the top of his belly.

“Boy, I can’t wait to chow down!” he exclaimed.