House of Hunks: Chapter 7

Andres stepped off the scale with a pep in his step. Although he was eating like crazy and was feeling a bit heftier, the scale was telling him he was still pretty light. He supposed all the gym time had his metabolism in overdrive. Throwing on his workout clothes, he met Luke in the living room and the two men headed to the gym together. As they exited, Luke shot Sebastian and Kevin a knowing look.

As soon as the more fit men left the house, Sebastian and Luke got to work. The two fatties had a mission. Andres was growing at rapid speed and although they continued to adjust the readings on his scale, the harsh reality was that Andres was outgrowing his clothes. They all could see it and were surprised Andres himself didn’t recognize his own expansion. To maintain Andres’ relative ignorance the trio of fatties plotted to swap out Andres’ favorite clothes with identical copies in a larger size.

This was a delicate task, requiring weeks of preparation. Luke had to sneak into Andres’ closet, create an inventory of the clothing and brands, source replacements, and then replace the tags with the old sizes. Once that was completed, he escorted Andres to the gym so Sebastian and Luke could implement the plan.

As Luke and Andres entered the gym, Luke immediately spotted his admirer across the room. He tried to play it cool and work his way up to making contact. Andres, however, unknowingly chose a machine right next to the guy. Andres looked a bit silly in his scant muscle tee. From the side, you could see the full curvature of the spare tire piling up around his waist. The elastic of his shorts accentuated the muffin top effect and rode up on his plump inner thighs.

“Hey, I’m Antoine,” the man introduced himself to Andres.

Luke saw them shake hands from across the room and felt his heart drop.

Andres introduced himself with a knowing smile. This wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. Antoine had a firm grip and an animalistic hunger in his eyes. Andres confidently kept his shoulders back to accentuate his pecs, unaware this posture made his swollen belly all the more prominent. Antoine suggested they check out the sauna.

Meanwhile, back at the condo, Sebastian was huffing and puffing whilst extricating Andres’ clothes. Kevin sat on the bed lazily.

“I can’t believe he still owns this,” Sebastian said, holding up a faded T-shirt in size large.

“I dare you to try it on,” Kevin replied.

Sebastian laughed and removed his shirt. In the last couple of months Sebastian had ballooned, outpacing Kevin as the fattest guy in the house. His beach ball gut softened with the last thirty pounds and finally folded over into an overhang. Simultaneously, stretch marks broke out all over his torso, warping the tattoos across his ribs and hips. Even his face had filled out considerably, complemented by a perpetual alcohol bloat. Pulling Andres’ shirt over his head, Sebastian barely got his arms through when the sleeves tore straight down the seam. The hem of the shirt wouldn’t even cover the crest of his morbidly obese beer belly. Both Kevin and Sebastian burst out laughing.

At the gym, Luke was riddled with anxiety as he watched Andres and Antoine disappear together. That was supposed to be his lay! Perhaps the man preferred Andres’ more muscular frame. Maybe Luke had grown too fat. He did have quite the ample belly and ass these days, certainly more than Andres. He channeled this anxiety into his deadlifts.

Inside the sauna, Andres confidently spread his legs wide so that his sizable cock hung enticingly in the heat. Antoine sat next to him so their thighs were touching. Both men had mammoth legs, sturdy with muscle and thick with hair. Antoine patted Andres’ thigh.

“Looking good. The bulk suits you.”

Antoine was already getting hard and Andres wrapped his hand around the man’s appendage. He pumped the foreskin a few times until Antoine was fully erect. Antoine was of average size with heavy swollen balls. Andres was impressed by the man’s height and physique even though he was a little overweight. He licked his lips in anticipation and sat up. Antoine, sensing Andres’ next move, quickly placed a hand on Andres’ plush midsection so he would sit back down.

“Please, allow me,” Antoine said.

Antoine got onto his knees and spread Andres’ legs. The wannabe model’s thigh fat hung heavy at the foot of the ledge. With Andres’ in his mouth, Antoine shook and patted the man’s meaty legs. Up close, Antoine could smell the musk of Andres’ curves. The man was faintly developing a fat pad that was ripe with sweat that dripped down from the roll of belly fat suspended just above. Andres closed his eyes and fingered his nipples, not realizing that his chest was not as hard as it used to be.

Back in the house, Sebastian cupped his own breasts and bounced them up and down laughing, “They’re starting to look like yours!” he shouted at Kevin.

“Dude,” Kevin pulled up his shirt and lifted one breast, “these things get so sweaty. Look how deep this fold is.”

“My fucking crotch is a swamp these days,” Sebastian exclaimed. “Between my thighs chafing, my belly pushing down on my pants, and my fat pad pushing down on my dick… I need a fucking fan to air it out at the end of the day.”

“Can you still see your cock or no? Haven’t seen my guy in a year or so.”

“Nah man, my gut is so firm I can’t see shit and it's always in the way.”

Luke noticed his shoe was untied and sighed begrudgingly. These days his belly was definitely getting in the way. He was a long way off from not being able to bend over, but that didn’t make the maneuver any more fun. It was like having a spring loaded waist that bounced you back into position every time you tried to fold in half. So he grunted and let his belly spill to the left as he reached for his right shoe.

When he sat up after successfully fastening his laces, Luke saw Andres exit the sauna. His roommate had a hazy look in his eye and plumped sausage in his shorts. Luke rushed over and tried to act casual, despite the jealousy brimming within. As they purchased their protein shakes and exited the gym, Luke couldn’t help but ask.

“So… you like guys?”

“If you ask nicely,” Andres chuckled.