Dispatches: Spring Break

Portland, OR / April 10th / Dorm Room

Hugo awoke from his nap plastered in jizz, chocolate syrup, and ice cream. He was already hard again, his erection comfortably sandwiched between his expansive thighs and ballooning gut. He started jerking absentmindedly but then remembered he had to save his loads for when he was stuffing. He always ate more when he was horny.

He lurched out of bed, his stomach sloshing with an unholy combination of cafeteria food, Boost VHC, and ice cream. He burped and rubbed his stomach, fingering the four stretch marks around his belly. He was determined to add a fifth and sixth by the time spring break was over and his roommate returned to the dorm.

After rinsing off in the shower he pulled on a size small T-shirt. Hugo had never fit into a small. His pig brain took one night and he ordered it online whilst fapping. It was the perfect shirt to wear to the grocery store. A solid two, maybe three, inches of belly fat hung free beneath the hem. Some gray sweatpants showed off his half chubbed dick and caked up ass. A denim jacket that could no longer button accentuated his protuberant gut.

Wobbling to the market on foot Hugo relished the stares his exposed overhang garnered. This was the only exercise he got without any classes. He was at the grocery store nearly every day, racking up charges parents’ credit card. The swoosh of the automatic doors felt like the embrace of an old friend as his eyes lit up at the aisles of food waiting to fatten him up.

He grabbed a cart and started in the frozen food section. Pizza, chicken wings, pasta, you name it. His criteria when shopping: does it look good and is it fattening. He moved on to ice cream, multiple tubs, and then alcohol. He tended to stick with boxed wine because it was cheap and went down easy. Next was the dairy aisle, his favorite. Butter, whole milk, heavy cream, whipped cream, sour cream, they all made it into his cart. This was usually when people started to stare.

He knew what he looked like. A young fat white slob whose clothes didn’t even fit him, gorging himself on dairy and junk food outside of his parents’ watchful eyes. People regarded him with shock and disgust, sometimes pity. He relished every moment.

After a long meander down the snack food aisle and a quick detour through produce just for show, Hugo went to the register. The cashier awkwardly rang up the food while trying not to look at Hugo’s exposed lard, hairy and hanging heavy with stretch marks. The total was nearly two hundred dollars and at that moment he realized he had forgotten his personal cart for the walk home. Hugo was blighted with carrying all of this home by hand, unless…

He pulled out his phone and ordered a rideshare. It was only three blocks, but what was a fat boy supposed to do? Go home empty handed? Or worse, burn all the calories it would take to carry this back himself?

The rideshare driver regarded Hugo with more disgust than anyone at the grocery store. With the backseat filled with groceries, Hugo sat in the front. He made a show of breathing heavy and scratching at his stretch marks, even burping a couple times on purpose. The driver could barely contain himself when Hugo asked for help unloading the groceries. He still obliged.

Hugo’s room was dark and dingy, covered in take out containers, smelling of dick. “Fuckin’ pig” the driver muttered under his breath when he first walked in. When they were finished, he looked directly at the soft roll of flesh hanging over Hugo’s elastic pants and said “hit the gym, man.”

Hugo shut the door and cracked a Boost.

Atlanta, GA / April 9th / Motel

Colton moaned as he collapsed on the hotel bed. He had never been so full in his life and he had felt this way for nearly a week straight. He was on a road trip with his family through the American south and so far it seemed like the only thing to do in that part of the country was eat fattening foods.

Colton placed his hands on his belly. It was both soft with fat and distended taut with an excess of food. There was no denying this trip had put some inches around his waist. It didn’t help that his first semester and a half of college had already expanded his capacity with the freshman fifteen plus some. A former twink, Colton had never paid attention to his weight until now. He didn’t know what to think of it, though part of him did find it oddly arousing.

Moreso than his own frame, Colton was aroused by how bulky everyone was in the American south. It was obvious why: fattening foods and a sedentary lifestyle. It was somewhat foreign to him and incredibly enticing. He wondered what all that extra weight felt like. How did it feel hanging off your body? Moreover, what was sex like with someone fat? It seemed so heavy, given the slow waddle all the true fatties adopted. And even the guys with just twenty or thirty extra pounds seemed to stand up from the dinner table slowly, as if weighed down and in a haze.

In fact, Colton had seen one such guy buying a Pepsi from the motel vending machine. He was tall, close to Colton’s height, but had an admirable gut that hung forward predominantly. Bulky denim clad legs supported the upper body heft. Interestingly though, the man looked groomed in a distinctly homosexual manner.

Colton launched the Grindr app. There he was! Only a hundred feet away and online. An hour later they had plans for Colton to sneak away during the night to this strange fat man’s room.

At one in the morning Colton slipped out of the motel room. His sleep shirt was snug around his still-bloated stomach and his junk dangled beneath baggy sweatpants. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The man answered with a sly grin across full cheeks. He embraced Colton into a soft kiss, allowing the smaller man to sink into his girth. Colton could smell alcohol on his breath and musk on his beard.

They chatted for a bit before making out. Colton lay across the motel bed, identical to the one he had just left, as the man removed his pants and straddled Colton with his behemoth furry legs. His bulge looked full and wet against boxer briefs with holes worn in the thighs. Colton gasped when his hands met the plush expanse of the man’s beer belly. Despite seeming so stout and sturdy, the man’s belly fat was soft as butter on a warm summer day.

Colton was pinned down by the man’s bulk as they kissed, his cock nearly ready to explode. The man took his time as he kissed and nibbled at every succulent inch of Colton’s fluffy twink body. When he finally wrapped his big bear paws around Colton’s prick, the younger man almost immediately began convulsing in orgasm. Both parties were surprised and a bit disappointed by such an early finish, but at least Colton learned a valuable life lesson: big boys are the way to go.

Philadelphia, PA / April 18th / Lakeside

I was surprised to see Frankie at the lake considering how rarely he left his dorm these days. He lay sprawled on the beach, seemingly asleep,the velcro of his board shorts undone and surrounded by empty beer cans. He was alone. Frankie and myself were one of the few students that stayed on campus over spring break, but regardless he had been spending a lot of time alone the last couple months. As his roommate, I couldn’t help but notice.

Most days he would wake and bake before heading to the mess hall and then hitting the gym during the off season. When Frankie first started college he was a big name on the football team. Now, he was on the verge of getting kicked off for a variety of reasons. His grades were slipping, a new guy was vying for his position, and Frankie was gaining a lot of weight. He was ballooning at a pace that couldn’t be ignored.

After breakfast he usually played video games for a few hours before hitting multiple fast food spots for lunch. He usually ate at the cafeteria for every meal but that didn’t always satiate him these days. Lunch was followed by a nap and before you know it he was doing it all over again for dinner. He stayed high all day and drunk most nights. The dude was a machine of consumption.

Can’t say it didn’t turn me on though. I was with some friends at the lake but couldn’t stop stealing glances of the shirtless beefcake. He lay on his back with his hairy belly pooling on top of him in the sunlight. It looked like he was getting sunburned. From the angle I was at I could even see his unkempt bush peeking out from his waistband.

Every part of the man was massive. His legs nearly filled the opening of his shorts, spreading out in an expanse of muscle and fat. His chest looked like two cantaloupes, barely contained between his bulky arms. Even the outline of his cock was visible beneath his board shorts despite the fact it was slowly getting swallowed up with fat.

Something must have stirred him awake because he tried to sit up. Key word here is tried. Lately, the dude had so much bulk across every inch of his frame that bending in any direction wasn’t easy. I’d watched him struggle many mornings to sit up in bed with a few half hearted attempts and grunts before giving up. It was like he still wasn’t accustomed to his bulkiness. He didn’t know quite how to maneuver it yet, how to live as such a mountain of a man.

Finally he sat up, his legs spread wide in front of him (crossing them was long ago impossible). He lifted his arm and took a whiff of his right pit. I don’t know what he expected. The dude always smelled, I could have told him that. It’s not even that he was dirty, I think when you’re so big you just get ripe quicker than everyone else. With so much more meat, creases, and increased body temperature, it’s kind of unavoidable.

He shook some beer out of a can into his mouth and then searched for a fresh one. He was all out. The disappointment in his face was visible from far away. He grabbed a weed pen and took a few puffs. Then came a large sigh. It was time to get up. He struggled to his feet and then shook out his blanket. He left the empty cans on the beach which bothered me but was unsurprising. The glutton was too lazy to bend over and pick up after himself indoors, why should it be any different here?

As he turned around and lumbered away my mouth dropped open. There was a massive tear up the seat of his shorts. You could see almost the entirety of his hairy ass crack and a nice glimpse of his juicy dimpled cheeks. There was no way he wasn’t aware of this. He probably just didn’t care. What else was the lazy pig supposed to do? And so he waddled back to his car, surely to grab some fast food on his way to the mess hall.

Miami, FL / April 11th / Tiki Bar

Ambrose’s cock was surging with desire as he made his way through the crowd. His buddy had brought viagra on their spring break getaway and this was Ambrose’s first time trying it out. The air was thick with sweat from spring breakers partying and dancing. The floor was crammed shoulder to shoulder with hot girls and guys wearing barely anything at all. Arms, legs, asses, tits, hair, sweat, and muscles all brushed up against Ambrose’s hard gym body as he waded through.

He couldn’t find his friends so he headed for another drink. He didn’t mind being alone anyway, it made it easier to chase some tail. Besides, he’d already fucked two girls this trip and he didn’t want his mates to know he was in the mood for dick tonight. Luckily, there were a lot of gay men at this bar.

Ambrose liked a fat ass and chubby waist regardless of whether he was fucking a girl or a guy, and that was just what awaited him at the bar. Some fag was leaned over ordering a drink, his rump stuffed into a pair of salmon colored shorts that were holding on for dear life. Juicy love handles muffin topped over his waistband but were still not as wide as his muscular shoulders. He looked like a real ex-jock from behind. Ambrose wedged himself close to the swollen booty.

The man received his drink and turned around smack into Ambrose. The guy’s gut was larger than Ambrose anticipated, folding into a full on overhang several inches in front of him. Ambrose pressed his hard torso into the guy and introduced himself. A few minutes later they were grinding on the dancefloor.

The guy’s name was Rudy and he threw his back against Ambrose’s nearly erect cock with everything he had. Ambrose didn’t hold back from pulling the chubby hunk close and feeling up every curve. Rudy’s thick overhang was coated in sweat and irresistibly squishy. His body jiggled and bounced against Ambrose, plush rolls of chub wiggling to the music. His tits bounced to the beat as Ambrose cupped one and bit at Rudy’s neck.

An hour later they were in Rudy’s hotel room. The floor was covered in clothes, food containers, and several bottles of muscle milk. This boy was a bottomless pit. As Ambrose rode his ass doggy style, the bed creaked and rattled alarmingly, threatening to collapse under the sheer magnitude of their masculine bodies.

In the fluorescent hotel light Ambrose could see the soft white stretch marks across Rudy’s bubble butt that was clapping against Ambrose’s cock. Ambrose gripped the plump bottom’s love handles like he was riding a motorcycle, occasionally giving a hard slap to Rudy’s fat ass or thigh. The bottom wailed in pleasure as Ambrose’s chemically induced erection pounded away through not one, not two, but three orgasms. By the time Ambrose collapsed on the bed he felt like he had run a marathon.

San Diego, CA / April 12th / Taco Shack

Riosho had been working at the Taco Shack for four years at this point. He’d seen many people come and go, but every spring break he looked forward to seeing Brayden. Brayden first visited town his final year of high school. He was a gregarious jock with model-like good looks who hit up the Shack nearly every day because he loved the tacos so much.

The next year, Brayden returned a bit more bloated and world-weary looking than the year before. College can do that to a guy, Riosho assumed. That was the year he and Brayden first spoke at length, shooting the shit on Riosho’s break and sharing a joint. Riosho learned that Brayden was visiting from Las Vegas, indeed a jock, under pressure to maintain sports scholarships and grades. He was your average white boy, but down to earth and a good time.

When Brayden returned during his sophomore year he looked quite different. He transformed from lean a muscle stud to a total beefy hunk. His biceps and pecs were enormous and same with his butt. A solid layer of chub lay slathered against his midsection like a well-earned prize. He said he had given up sports but was hitting the gym big time. He wanted to get big; “impenetrable” was the word that he used. That spring break Riosho was surprised by the amount of food Brayden could pack away in one sitting. The man seemed determined to grow larger as he prioritized massive protein intake above all else.

By the time Brayden returned during his junior year it was clear that his appetite was beginning to catch up with him. He plodded up to the Taco Shack with his shoulders back and his belly wobbling before him. He was aware of his change in appearance, greeting Riosho with a wry smile before admitting with a slap on the gut: “I know, I’m getting fat!” Indeed he was. The highschool jock from years ago was now buried beneath at least a hundred pounds of beef.

His belly was now his largest appendage, absolutely dwarfing his biceps and bubble butt. The muscle definition of his upper body had sunk beneath an expanse of chub growing out in every direction. Stretch marks striated his massive shoulders and a double chin clung to his neck. Riosho imagined how different it must be to now move through the world as such a large man. It was undoubtedly a struggle for Brayden to bend over or scratch his back. His girth totally dominated his body.

Riosho could barely believe his eyes when Brayden showed up at the Taco Shack a year later. Brayden had nearly doubled in size, and it wasn’t from muscle. It was from pure fat. He was nearly unrecognizable with an obvious waddle and clothes that struggled to cover his body. The former jock was now drowning beneath a gelatinous sea of lard. His neck had all but disappeared and his belly hung heavy past his crotch. He was out of breath by the time he reached the counter.

He ordered enough food to feed an army of men and made no comment to Riosho about his dramatic change in appearance. Riosho didn’t comment either. Their conversation was shorter than usual with Brayden seemingly distracted and infatuated with the prospect of eating. Riosho watched from a distance as the former jock inhaled his food in a frenzy of excitement before struggling to stand back up so he could order more.