Fat Cats: Chapter 5

Justin emerged from a deep sleep feeling discombobulated. It was a Thursday afternoon in October and he was sprawled on the couch next to an empty pizza box with several empty bottles of Muscle Milk strewn about. He had taken the day off for his Birthday and had nearly forgotten the feverish post-gym stuffing that had just transpired.

Lately, Justin was actively gaining weight. The couple had embraced their newfound fetish for weight gain and although it was mutual, Justin was pushing himself harder than Joe. For whatever reason, the weight came more naturally to Joe; he didn’t have to try as hard. He was also open about his admiration for the obese partners of the firm creating a jealous streak in Justin. Justin wanted that admiration for himself, and if that meant lifting weights and stuffing himself with calories every chance he got then so be it.

Indeed, it was paying off. As always, his lower half was the star of the show. He had a fat ass of proportions you rarely saw on a white guy that wasn’t a rugby player. It tore through all his underwear and made it difficult for Justin to lay on his back comfortably. His globular cheeks were supported by stocky thighs that constantly rubbed together so that walking long distances was not very comfortable. It was getting to the point where he needed to hire a seamstress as no pants could accommodate his waist to hip ratio. Which isn’t to say that his waist was small by any means.

For the first time, Justin was gaining a considerable amount on his torso. The meager paunch he was sporting in March had considerably expanded into a gooey muffin top that balanced out his heavy bottom. As of late it seemed as though every fresh pound of fat landed on his belly which was now pinning him to the couch while trying to digest the glut of calories inside.

Justin reached for his phone on the coffee table. Joe was at the office today and Justin wanted to check up on him. Joe did not know that he still had location sharing on and Justin had no qualms about tracking his partner. His jealousy of Guy was deep at this point. Sure enough, Joe was leaving the office for lunch which only meant one thing. Justin followed his husband’s location on the map to, of all places, a sauna. Justin’s heart dropped.

Without a second thought, Justin threw on a new tracksuit that he was already outgrowing and headed to said sauna. It was in an inconspicuous brick building that Justin didn’t have the nerve to enter. Instead, he guzzled frappuccinos at a nearby coffee shop until he saw his husband and Guy emerge. The men stood on the corner waiting for a car.

At one point, Guy smiled and motioned towards Joe’s belly. Joe looked down bashfully as Guy gripped the man’s tank with both hands and gave it a generous squeeze as though to say: “look what you’ve accomplished.” Justin was consumed with jealousy and desire. His husband was getting undeniably fat and part of him was aroused by Guy recognizing this, but the other half of him was filled with rage.

Justin bought a bundt cake on the way home and angrily consumed it in one sitting as he sat on his phone. He logged into Instagram for the first time in ages. Despite not posting, they had gained nearly a thousand followers. Justin remembered thinking he and Joe looked so chubby in the last photo he posted. He chuckled to himself. The men in that photo were tiny in comparison to how hefty they were now. He found a recent photo from a work function and posted it.

When Joe arrived home that evening, Justin was once again asleep on the couch surrounded by take out containers. He wore a pair of briefs with several holes in them and nothing more. His newly minted belly expanded with heavy breaths. Joe immediately removed his shirt and tie and unbuttoned his pants. Four inches of overhang hung free beneath the hem of his undershirt. He straddled his husband on the couch.

Justin awoke with a boner. Joe was crouching over him looking like an absolute meat ball. His broad shoulders and sagging chest and rounded belly formed a series of irresistible creases. Joe struggled to vanquish his arousal and remind himself of what had transpired earlier in the day.

“Have you checked Instagram since you posted that shot from the gala?” Joe asked. “It’s blowing the fuck up.”

Justin was confused and horny.

“Like, I don’t want to say viral- but nearly. All the bears and their admirers are following us and commenting. They’re like begging for more content and saying we should keep growing. Can you believe it?” Joe was excited and wobbled his husband’s bloated stomach with joy.

Justin couldn’t help but grin and run his fingers through Joe’s chest hair. For the first time he noticed some small stretch marks on Joe’s biceps. He touched them and caressed his husband’s beefy arms. Justin’s cock quivered as the two made eye contact.

“I’m getting big, aren’t I?” Joe flexed casually. “And so are you. This belly came out of nowhere,” he squeezed Justin’s sides. “Fuck, I’m hard!” Joe was buzzing with excitement. “But before birthday sex, I have a surprise…”

“Oh?” Justin replied.

“I rented out the rooftop of Val’s just for the two of us.”

“Joe! That must have cost a fortune!”

“So what? It’s worth it for my little bear cub.”