Fat Cats: Chapter 7

The fireplace roared as Joe and Justin stumbled into the main room, their overfed bellies hanging out of tight thermals and their cocks swinging in plaid pajama pants. They stopped in their tracks as their hazy eyes adjusted to the scene before them. Draped around the fireplace and across leather furniture was a cornucopia of flesh, plump with fat, hirsute, and pulsing with a warm eroticism. Various beefy men all in different stages of undress lazed about, petting and suckling on one another. A bearish musk filled the air beckoning the stimulated young couple.

“Oh do join,” said a voice from the crowd.

“We’ve been dying for a taste,” someone else added.

Justin and Joe were mesmerized by the scene before them. It was like something out of a movie, a decadent cabal of powerful men waiting to anoint the newest chubby recruits. Joe swallowed and looked at his husband to calculate their next move. A sly grin spread across Justin’s face.

Earlier that day

“I never thought I’d be complaining about how snug the seats are in business class, but here we are,” Joe said with a devilish glee.

“Not long before we’ll need seatbelt extenders,” Justin boasted as he clipped the seat belt beneath the generous slab of fat sitting in his lap.

For the last two months Justin and Joe were in stiff competition to see who could gain the most weight before the company retreat.The mysterious vacation loomed as large on their horizon as the men hosting it. Now that Justin’s suspicions of adultery were vanquished, the couple openly speculated as to the sort of decadent affair awaited them. It was great motivation to grow larger as the only thing that was certain was the beefier they were the better.

Undeniably, Joe was the taller and more visually imposing hunk, but he didn’t weigh much more than Justin who was transforming into an utter butter ball. The chub was expanding across every inch of Justin’s once lithe physique. His love handles ballooned outward framing the dense layer of blubber encumbering his torso. His thighs were so thick that they had no choice but to be constantly spread. Crossing his legs was a thing of the past. To Justin’s surprise, stretch marks big and small were appearing all over as his body struggled to keep pace with his appetite. He wasn’t sure how he felt about them, but regardless their presence meant there was no turning back.

Joe had become something of a sexy oaf. His mind was not accustomed to the space he now took up and he was constantly bumping into things with his beefy shoulders and swollen hips. Even though he still paled in comparison of size to Guy and the other partners, he had become one of those men that appeared strikingly husky. The kind you know must eat like a horse to even function. He was like an old tree in the forest that bears and twinks alike yearned to climb.

After the plane ascended and the pack of bears guzzled their complimentary champagne, they one by one nodded off and created a cacophony of snores. A few hours later a caravan of Escalades dropped them off at the lodge. It wasn’t a public lodge, but more of a mansion in the woods with access to all the finer things in life.

Justin and Joe settled into their room before greeting the rest of the men in the primary living space. The group was composed of all the partners, associates, and two beloved paralegals, one of which was Manuel. Famished and tired, they relaxed on the sturdy furniture as butlers, who wore sworn to silence with NDAs, served hors d'oeuvres and whiskey. The couple sat next to Manuel.

“Here we go,” Manuel said mischievously and cheersed Joe and Justin.

Manuel looked like an absolute blimp. He was gaining weight at breakneck speed and Justin couldn’t help but admire how his actual neck had all but disappeared in only the last month. His gains were emphasized by the fact that Manuel continued to have wardrobe difficulties even after retiring his seafoam green polo. Currently, he was wearing a cable knit sweater that was so snug it looked uncomfortable. The neck hole and shoulder seams cinched his doughy rolls in a manner that accentuated his newfound chins and arm fat.

The food and spirits lulled many of the men to sleep, including Justin and Joe. A bell eventually awoke them. Justin lifted his head from his favorite pillow, Joe’s beer belly, and rubbed his eyes. Joe was already awake and sporting a semi.

“I can smell you,” Joe whispered in his husband’s ear. “You’re ripe and I want a taste.”

Joe slipped his hand under Justin’s elastic waistband and grabbed the plush fat pad resting above Justin’s cock. In the last twenty or so pounds Justin had put on, in a little over a month no less, his fat pad had ballooned. Joe couldn’t get enough of it. He removed his fingers and sniffed them, allowing his eyes to roll back with lust.

“Please follow us to the formal dining room!” Guy announced.

The horde of overweight men lumbered to the palatial dining room from which succulent smells wafted. When Joe and Justin arrived their mouths dropped open. It was a feast of epic proportions. The table was piled high with food, still piping hot, and lit by candle light. Seating was assigned and the couple found themselves directly across from Guy.

It didn’t take long for everyone to dig in with gusto. The sounds of silverware clattering, strong jaws chewing and gulping, grunts, and moans of pleasure echoed throughout the room. Conversation was kept to a minimum, but lustful glances were rife. It was as though the men were showing off and reveling in their capacity to consume. Each man wanted to be the biggest, the richest, the best. Thick clouds of masculine aggression commingled with sexuality and gluttony. Both Joe and Justin were sporting erections underneath the table and they were not the only ones…