Mr. Perfect: Chapter 6

Three months later

“You know it’s almost been one year since our first date,” Ricardo purred.

“Oh do I, big guy,” Gavin rubbed his boyfriend’s swollen tank.

The two were getting frisky in the back of the weed store. Since Ricardo quit law school he had picked up some shifts alongside Gavin, who was recently promoted to Store Manager. Ricardo had also picked up some pounds, 30 to be exact. He knew this because after the disastrous meal with his parents, Ricardo decided to jump on a scale for the first time since he had met Gavin. At the time, he learned he had gained 70 pounds in the nine months since they met. The additional 30 that came in the subsequent three months put him at 100 pounds gained overall.

Ricardo was fat. He was so fat that he was closer to 300 pounds than he was to 200 pounds. He could barely believe it. He truly thought that he had gained maybe 15 or 20 pounds at first, but in reality he was becoming an absolute porker. Perhaps it was because he had Gavin at his side also indulging and swelling in size that Ricardo didn’t notice the extent of his own gains.

Regardless, something about seeing those numbers changed Ricardo. Paired with his newfound freedom post-law school, Ricardo was almost challenging himself to see how far he could rebel against his old life. He stayed stoned all day, letting his scruff grow unkempt, and his clothes soiled with sweat and food stains.

He also began stuffing himself at an unprecedented pace. Without classes or the gym to worry about, Ricardo was constantly smoking and eating and drinking. Before he knew it his body was unrecognizable, even to himself. His distended gut had finally swelled with so much chub that it folded into an overhang at the same time his FUPA exploded out of nowhere and chub rub set his thighs ablaze. His entire lifestyle had changed, transforming him from the inside out.

These days Ricardo even outpaced Gavin when it came to indulging. The boy who introduced Ricardo to a lazy life of gluttony could no longer keep up with his partner’s lavish meals. This didn’t mean that Gavin wasn’t pigging out in his own right. In fact, Ricardo’s growth was rubbing off on his partner. Gavin was continuing to round out and develop into a portly guy, just at a slower pace.

Gavin went from a puffy stoner belly a year ago to looking all around pretty chubby. Every part of him was cushioned with dough, with his belly curving outward significantly. In truth, Gavin had always assumed he’d grow into a fat guy. That’s simply what happened to guys like him who played video games and loved to smoke, he just didn’t think it would happen so quickly.

They stood in the back room of the store kissing and canoodling, their bellies pressed together intimately, as things started to get frisky. As their cocks sprung to attention the doorbell dinged with the arrival of a customer. Gavin volunteered to get this one and Ricardo kicked back in a recliner with a bag of chips.

There were so many great aspects to working at the shop. Ricardo could stay stoned all day off discount weed, foot traffic was slow so half the time he was kicked back and munching while playing his handheld, and most of all he got to spend even more time with his man. After only a few months law school was so far from his mind that Ricardo barely remembered what it was like. Hell, he could barely remember who he was back then. He let out a satisfied belch and patted his gut amorously.

“Where were we,” Gavin re-entered the room with a sliver of belly fat wobbling beneath the hem of his shirt.

“Babe, you’re spilling out again.”

“Goddamn it, this is one of your shirts too. Looks like I’m catching up to you,” Gavin flirtatiously replied without covering up his exposed flesh.

“Fat chance,” Ricardo shook the mountainous belly filling his lap with pride causing a fart to slip out.

The door dinged with another customer and Ricardo groaned as he lifted himself from the recliner. He took a swig of water to clear his dry mouth and headed up front. Immediately, Ricardo recognized who it was. Francis Hall had walked through the door, one of his colleagues from law school who always seemed to be competing with him. Ricardo dreaded the interaction.

“Francis, how are you?” he muttered dully.

Francis seemed taken aback, “Hello… Do we know each other?”

“Yeah, it’s Ricardo… Sanchez. From law school?”

“No,” Francis’ jaw dropped. “Ricardo, wow! It’s um, whoa nice to see you.”

Ricardo felt his face flush with embarrassment. He knew he was fat, but unrecognizable? That was a new one. His stomach churned loudly digesting whatever it was he’d been eating all day and Ricardo had to resist the urge to pass gas.

“So how can I help you,” Ricardo said after several moments of Francis staring in stunned silence.

“Oh my god, you work here. Wow, it’s true, I didn’t think-”

“What’s true?” Ricardo interjected.

“Well, everyone said you dropped out and started smoking weed, and…”

“And?”

“And well, you know. I mean you have to know you… put on some weight.”

“Oh?” Ricardo feigned surprise. “No, I didn’t realize,” he looked down at his swollen tank performatively. It swelled with every breath and was still littered with chip crumbs that were also caught in his mangy scruff. “Shit man, I guess you’re right! I am pretty fat!”

Just then Gavin emerged from the back to intervene. He let Ricardo know there was a call on the other line, a mere excuse to neutralize the situation so he could take over the transaction. As Ricardo walked away Francis continued to stare in disbelief at Ricardo’s giant love handles and wobbling ass. Ricardo returned to the recliner and bag of chips feeling flustered. He wasn’t surprised there was gossip, but still it bothered him.

“Fuck that guy,” Ricardo blurted out when Gavin returned. “He was always such a prick.”

“I’d rather fuck you, tubs,” Gavin purred and lifted Ricardo’s shirt. “I could not care less about whoever that was,” he said while rubbing Ricardo’s expansive belly. “Why don’t I pick us up some subs from next door. And maybe a couple beers?”

“Plus those brownies they make. Four of them.”

“You got it.”