Fat Cats: Chapter 3

The rumble of the subway caused Joe and Justin to jiggle. A healthy paunch sat in Joe’s lap, subtly sloping out underneath well-defined pecs. His pants had been sized up but not his shirt, which was slightly strained at the buttons when he was sitting down. Justin’s thighs now touched at all times, especially when he was seated. Their girth was hard to ignore as the train car sent vibrations through their softest spots.

Justin was staring at his phone in disbelief. Before leaving the house they had snapped a photo for Instagram since they hadn’t posted since they moved to New York five months ago. The image staring back at him didn’t look like the J&J they had been in California. Neither man was oblivious to their expanding waistlines, but seeing their size captured in a photo was a different experience entirely.

Justin glanced over at his husband’s belly next to him and then back at the photo. Yep, it really was that big. He then looked down at his own fledgling paunch. A solid roll was visible beneath his button up and digging into the waist of his pants. He hadn’t realized it was so visible until now. There was no denying it: J&J were expanding alongside the rest of the office. Slightly embarrassed and slightly aroused, Justin tapped “Share” and put away his phone.

He kissed Joe on the cheek and noticed for the first time that a pad of fat had developed just under Joe’s chin. Joe smiled and gripped Justin’s thigh. Joe enjoyed the warmth of Justin’s gelatinous inner thigh and felt a twinge in his loins. He imagined Justin’s freshly fattened ass square atop his face, smothering him with its plumpness. Joe was constantly horny lately and couldn’t wait until the evening when his fantasies could become reality.

Strolling into the office with his shoulders back and beginner belly forward Joe marched straight to the kitchen. A waffle bar had been set up and helped himself. Like all the other guys in the office, he carried a heaping plate back to this desk along with a coffee that was more cream than anything else. He sat down with a satisfied grunt. He enjoyed expanding his appetite alongside other powerful men.

In Justin’s office, Manuel had arrived to deliver some petty gossip. In the last couple months Manuel had expanded considerably as well. Justin hadn’t noticed until today, however, because Manuel was wearing that same seafoam green polo from a couple months ago. Needless to say, the shirt no longer fit. It couldn’t contain the solid inch of chub hanging out from the bottom, which Manuel kept covered by a much needed white undershirt. Although the office was filled with expanding cubs, it was unusual to see someone allowing their girth to hang so exposed.

“I don’t mean to put you on the spot, Manuel, but I think it’s time for a new shirt,” Justin winked.

“God, I know. All my good shirts were in the hamper this morning. Does it look bad?”

“I mean, I’m sure no one will complain. But maybe it’s time to retire that one after today.”

“You’re totally right, man. I put on fifteen pounds just last month and now nothing fits. Can you believe it?”

Justin marveled at the realization that Manuel was actually growing faster than himself or Joe. To answer Manuel’s question, he couldn’t believe it. Fifteen pounds in a month was no small feat. It was moments like this that left him in disbelief at his new life in New York City.

Later that night, Joe and Justin lay in bed reading. Their silence was broken by Joe’s phone which received a flurry of text messages in under a minute. Joe grabbed his phone off the night stand and Justin couldn’t help but steal a glance. The messages were from Guy. Justin’s paranoia was instantly aroused and to make matters worse Joe got out of bed and took his phone to the bathroom. He was only gone for two minutes but it seemed like an eternity.

Joe returned with a sultry look on his face, tossing the phone aside and crawling on top of Justin. His strong legs straddled his supine partner as his belly hung wobbling above the elastic waistband of his underwear. Justin noticed Joe’s cock was already swelling in size. They kissed. Joe placed an affectionate hand on Justin’s love handle and gave it a sumptuous squeeze. Justin’s paranoia dissipated as his cock began to stiffen.

Joe removed his husband’s underwear and then his own. As they made out, Joe wedged his hand between the bed and Justin’s pool of ass fat. With a hand full of ass and his tongue down his lover’s throat, Joe was dripping with precum. Both men were grinding their buttery bodies against one another, the squishy fat spreading beneath the force of their lust.

“Sit on my face,” Joe purred.

Joe reclined on his back as Justin perched his bubble butt atop Joe’s eager mug. Joe went to town as Justin stroked himself and admired Joe’s husky body writhing beneath him. The man was getting seriously beefy between the gym and his newfound appetite. It wasn’t just his belly that was getting fat either, although it was growing spectacularly thick. His legs were bigger too and even his chest had begun to soften.

Justin wondered what would come next. He imagined Joe’s belly turning into a full spare tire that wrapped around his body and muffin topped above a fat ass and bulging thighs. He imagined how heavy Joe would feel next to him, the way the bed would sag beneath their combined weight. He imagined his own body growing alongside his partner’s, swelling with fat week after week until they looked like all the other hulking men in the office. Justin felt himself getting close.

He lifted himself off Joe, whose face was wet and glistening. With a bit of lube and a full blown weight gain fantasy spurring him on, Justin lowered himself onto Joe’s pulsing cock. His ass clapped against Joe’s strong thrusts. Both their bodies jiggled wildly from their passionate fucking. Joe’s belly looked like a plate of jello in an earthquake. Joe seemed to notice Justin watching his gooey core and scooped up his rolls of belly fat in both hands.

“You like that?” Joe said and shook his gut. “You like that beer belly on your man?”

Justin nodded and bit his lip.

“Then grab it,” Joe demanded. “Feel how soft it is. It’s all for you.”

Justin placed both his hands on his husband’s quivering belly fat as he bounced on the dick. It did feel soft. It felt plush and heavenly and he wanted more to grab, he wanted it bigger like the partners’ at the firm.

“You want it bigger, don’t you?” Joe said, verbalizing Justin’s fantasy. “You want a big husky bear under you, don’t you? And I bet you want to be one yourself, you little slut.” He gripped his husband’s cakey ass and gave it a hard slap

This was too much for Justin to take. He could feel the orgasm percolating deep within him and gripped his manhood. Almost immediately he began to erupt. Joe’s eyes dilated in wonder as his husband turned into a fountain of come. He began to orgasm himself, driving his cock deep into his love. Their muscles clenched and their hands painfully squeezed one another’s excess adipose as their erections sputtered the last bits of come.

Exhausted, they collapsed in bed, Joe spooning Justin. Joe fell fast asleep and just as Justin was nodding off, the vibration of Joe’s phone stirred him awake. It sat on the nightstand directly across from him. The screen lit up with a text message from Guy.