Shorty

Christian lifted himself off Monty’s python of a cock and collapsed onto the bed post-coitus. He was covered in sweat and filled with come. Cuddling up close to Monty, Christian cupped his boyfriend’s beer belly and gave it a squeeze. Monty’s large arms pulled Christian in close so he could give the smaller guy a smooch on the head.

“You’re a bit thicker it seems. Must have been the holidays,” Christian said.

“You know I noticed the same with you,” Monty grinned. “That ass has some extra jiggle to it lately.”

“Really? Well it’s no secret I like some extra padding on my guy, guess it was only a matter of time until it hit me.”

“You ever considered leaning into it? In terms of gaining some weight? You are in your thirties now…” Monty’s suggestion hung in the air. “I mean, you’re already so sexy, you know I love you the way you are.”

“But what you’re saying is that you wouldn’t mind if my ass continued to grow!?” Christian laughed. “Yeah, I mean if it would turn you on I don’t see a problem porking up a bit. What did you have in mind? Five pounds?”

“Hell, start with ten and see where it goes…” Monty suggested coyly. “Could be fun.”

“Sounds dangerous,” Christian replied. “And I do like a bit of danger…”

Following that fateful conversation, Christian began “leaning in” to loosening up his diet and having fun with food. At only 5’7”, he had always been a slight guy and kept himself trim to appeal to other men. He’d put on some muscle at the gym since turning thirty and stayed on top of cardio a few times a week. He was conscious of staying fit and eating light even though he preferred guys such as Monty with a bulging dad bod. The thought of letting go of some of his health routines frankly sounded nice. Besides, Christian had been with Monty for almost four years and considered him a life partner. He supposed that if Monty wanted him thicker there really was no reason not to indulge his man, and his appetite.

For a couple months Christian paid no thought to whether he had seconds or added whole milk to his latte or ordered dessert or ate pasta two nights in a row. He did what he wanted. He still hit the gym because it kept him feeling fresh, but he only did cardio once or twice a week. He wasn’t really paying attention to his weight either, until one night in bed when Monty grabbed a handful of ass and commented “damn.”

“Thicker indeed, my love,” Christian said the next morning after hopping on the scale.

“How much?” Monty inquired

“Eight pounds! Can you believe it?”

“Really? I couldn’t even tell. You should go for another ten to really see a difference.”

Christian looked surprised, “Uh, that’s… a lot. Twenty pounds altogether?”

“Up to you! I do think it would suit you though.”

Christian shrugged. That day on his lunch break he pondered what ten more pounds would feel like. It was true that he barely noticed the weight he’d already put on. What was ten more pounds? He then drove to McDonald’s, a place he rarely ordered from, and got a large meal with a milkshake. It tasted delicious and went down easier than he anticipated. Heading back to the office he felt strangely satisfied with his bout of midday gluttony. To top it off he even had two donuts from the break room.

“You’d be proud of me,” Christian declared to Monty when he got home. “Between McDonald’s and office snacks I’ve already consumed about three thousand calories today.”

“Damn Bub, get those gains,” Monty grinned and slapped his boyfriend’s ass.

That night for dinner they ordered take out and Christian made a point to match his boyfriend’s typically large order. He was determined to keep pace with Monty from here on out. This continued for the next couple weeks with Christian actively stuffing himself. It wasn’t easy. Monty was able to pack away a lot of food with ease and Christian struggled to keep up. Nevertheless, he was pleased to step on the scale and discover he’d already gained ten more pounds.

Christian was surprised he could gain so much weight in only two weeks. He supposed that Monty’s large meals landed differently on his smaller frame. After all, his pants were fitting incredibly snug these days and for the first time in his life Christian could pinch an inch of chub on his stomach. Still, most of the weight landed on his ass which was garnering more than enough attention from his boyfriend.

Christian decided not to tell Monty that he’d already hit twenty pounds gained. He felt strangely shy about that fact. He wasn’t sure why. He could tell Monty was enjoying his body and frankly Christian enjoyed it too; both the chub and the relaxed diet. Still, something made him uncomfortable to reveal this fact. So he kept on eating.

As the weeks passed Christian found himself going to the gym less and less. He was doing cardio once a week and then every other week. As the months rolled on he stopped doing cardio altogether. He continued to lift and maintain muscle, but he wasn’t pushing himself. The only arena he was pushing himself, albeit somewhat subconsciously, was at the dinner table.

Every day he didn’t stop eating until he was uncomfortably full and ready for a nap. He squeezed into jeans that were far too tight until his thighs wore holes in the crotch. Most of his T-shirts were becoming like a second skin and his work shirts strained at the buttons. For awhile, nobody really commented on his weight, not even Monty. Christian himself barely even noticed the gains at a certain point. He just kept on eating until one embarrassing moment at a work lunch.

Christian was overeating per usual. The lunch was going well and the free food was hitting the spot. Christian excused himself to use the bathroom and when he got to the urinal he undid his pants with a sigh of relief. That metal button had been killing him. The skin beneath his developing paunch was red with irritation and he savored the moment of freedom.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t so easy getting that button closed again after urinating. He tried and tried for what felt like several minutes, and even broke a sweat. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he got it closed. After washing the sweat from his brow, Christian returned to the table. As he sat down his pants finally gave up on him. The button hole tore and his belly sagged forward. Christian turned bright red but no one acknowledged the distinctive sound of cotton ripping.

Back at the office, Christian rigged his pants closed with a paperclip. For the rest of the day he was plagued with anxiety while trying to hide the evidence of his recent gluttony. By the time he got home he was exhausted. First thing he did was tear off his clothes and step onto the scale for the first time in months. He was shocked. He couldn’t believe it, but he had gained about forty pounds since loosening up on his diet.

Christian cupped the belly fat hanging off him with both hands. He supposed that was new. Turning around he noticed soft white stretch marks covering his ass cheeks. They were certainly bigger, there was no denying it. He heard the front door open and charged into the living room fully naked.

“Woah, to what do I owe the occasion,” Monty laughed.

“Babe, I’ve gained forty pounds in… what? Six months?”

“Four and a half,” Monty immediately shot back. “Are you surprised?”

“Uh, yeah! My pants ripped at work today!”

“No way, can I see?”

“Monty, you’re missing the point!”

“Am I? I think you’re the one missing the point. I’m pretty aware how thick you’re getting, babe. Hell, that belly is about as big as mine now.”

Chrisitan was stunned into silence. His mind raced as he put the puzzle pieces together. It was Monty who got him on this path so of course he was paying attention. Christian realized he hadn’t been to the gym in ages, and he was definitely eating like a pig, sometimes outpacing Monty. It only made sense he would gain quickly.

“I guess… I just got accustomed to it is all…” Christian trailed off.

“Calm down babe,” Monty moved in for a kiss. “You’re totally sexy. I love all this extra cushion. And besides, you’re a shorty, you can stack on weight easier. It’s no big deal.”

Christian melted into his lover's arms. Monty always had a way of making him feel safe and secure. The weight didn’t matter if Monty liked it. Christian decided he would buy some new clothes and adjust to life as a tubby guy. He’d reincorporate the gym into his routine but for the most part he would just continue with life as it was. He enjoyed himself so why make any changes?

Unsurprisingly, Christian’s weight continued to snowball. The holidays hit him hard and he was practically ballooning. All of the new clothes he had bought late summer were now too small on him. And his winter clothes from last year? Forget about it. Monty stepped in to keep his boyfriend’s wardrobe updated so that Christian didn’t pay too much attention to his gains.

Sure, Christian was aware of his weight now. It was impossible not to be. His belly had really taken on a life of its own and now overshadowed the plumpness of his rear. It seemed to be constantly in the way. It bumped into tables and desks, made bending over difficult, and was always always hungry. A few stretch marks even developed around his belly button, but Christian barely noticed.

The fresh weight was particularly pronounced on his small frame. The wideness made Christian appear shorter overall and altogether he was developing into something of a butter ball. There was no denying it. Coworkers couldn’t help but steal glances at Christian coming down the hallway and a few even made sly comments about him “bulking up” over the winter. Christian brushed these comments off. He wasn’t too concerned as long as Monty was happy.

By the new year Christan had put on sixty pounds altogether. His silhouette had dramatically shifted, as had his appetite and wardrobe. For the first time ever he was unquestionably bigger than Monty both visually and in terms of weight. Christian weighed in at two hundred and thirty pounds, outweighing his boyfriend by a solid fifteen pounds of chub. Of course, the weight carried a lot differently on Monty’s 6’1” frame. At this point, Christian was undeniably the fat guy in the relationship.

“God, I’m really getting fat, huh?” Christian muttered hungover in bed next to Monty.

New years activities had taken a toll on the couple who had each drank enough champagne to choke a horse and then went home to demolish sixty dollars worth of McDonald’s. They laid entangled in bed, dehydrated, and pinned down by their swollen midsections. Christian patted his stomach.

“This thing is no joke now. Bet you didn’t see this coming when you asked me to gain a measly ten pounds last year,” Christian continued.

“Not quite, but can’t say I’m complaining. Truthfully, fat sex has been one of the best parts of our thirties if you ask me.”

“You know, I can’t say I disagree. Though I do run out of stamina these days.”

“Who needs stamina when you got such a delectable fat pad.”

“Fat pad?”

“Yeah,” Monty chuckled, “that delicious role of chub above your cock. It’s called a fat pad. And if I wasn’t so hungover I’d get up and bury my face in it right this moment.”

“Alright then,” Christian laughed. “Why don’t we sober up and order some breakfast burritos so you can get your face on my fat pad then?”

Six months later Christian had adopted a waddle. He was now an orb of pure chub, stuffing his face nearly 24/7. He grew out of his clothes every couple of months. His belly hung before him with a heavy wobble and more stretch marks than he could count. Love handles ballooned at his sides and posed a serious challenge to everything from shirts to seating to narrow spaces. In fact, the toilet in the couple’s apartment sat between the bathtub and the wall and within the last few pounds Christian’s love handles began making contact with both.

Christian was also one of the biggest guys in the office now. In fact, he easily outweighed everyone besides two guys in IT and he was probably only twenty pounds away from taking the crown. The seal had finally been broken on his weight gain and everyone made jokes about it, Christian included. He was enjoying being a fat guy and felt no need to hide his body in shame.

Along the way, Monty couldn’t help but pick up some of his hubby’s eating habits. To be fair, there was constantly a plethora of delicious food in the house and the couple was always eating out. It would have been impossible for anyone not to gain weight under those conditions, but especially Monty as he supported his lover’s journey to obesity.

Monty’s paunch had turned into something of a beer belly, overhang and all. He was too tall to achieve the spherical look of Christian, but increasingly he was one of the biggest guys in any given room. Monty didn’t mind at all and Christian was certainly nonplussed. In fact, they both enjoyed rediscovering each other’s swelling bodies at every turn. It kept things exciting, especially in the sack.

“I think you’re getting too heavy for cowgirl,” Monty slapped Christian’s giant ass and gave it a shove. “Besides, you should be letting me do all the work.”

With difficulty, Chrisitan hoisted himself up from Monty’s sizable erection and collapsed on the bed, the thrust of his weight causing the nightstands to rattle. Monty himself struggled to sit up with a full stomach and bloated belly. He did so with a grunt and began to giggle at the sight of Chrisitan on his back.

“What’s so funny?” Chrisitan asked.

“Your chubby little cheeks are flushed hot pink,” Monty purred. “They’re so small compared to the rest of you. I just want to pinch them.”

“I don’t know, I think this double chin is beginning to give the fat pad a run for its money.”

Monty pushed back Christian’s overhang and gripped the ripe bulge above his cock, “I don’t think so babes. Your fat pad just won’t quit.”

Monty slapped Christian’s thick thigh meat and pushed his legs back, readying his erection. He was thankful his cock was so big as Christian’s hole was protected by fleshy ass cheeks that seemed to grow by the week. His heart pounded with arousal as he slid his manhood inside.

By the end of the year, Christian’s rate of expansion had slowed, but was far from ceased. He was becoming so large that every facet of his body was puffing up with fat. His fingers got chubby, his ankles and feet became soft, his knees were becoming dimples and his neck had rolls. Christian was addicted to food. There was no avoiding the fact. He ate constantly and became grumpy when he wasn’t.

It had even caused some discord between him and Monty. Although Monty loved every fresh inch of Christian, sometimes it seemed as though food was a priority over sex or going out or spending time together. Nevertheless, they overcame any disagreement and continued to grow fatter together.

In recent months, Monty found himself catching up to Christian. Their life had become more sedentary than ever before and Monty had no reason to fight it. Collectively, they spent thousands on food each month whether it was groceries or elaborate dinners out. Physically, they weren’t fit to do much else other than eat.

Even in the bedroom the couple found their stamina was lacking severely, so they began to incorporate food into their sex life. It started with cans of whipped cream and melted chocolate, but progressed into eating whole pies in between lazily making out and sucking cock. More and more their whole lives revolved around food. One day, after lazily polishing off half a cheesecake during morning sex, Christian gazed at his love with heavy lidded eyes.

“What?” Monty asked lovingly.

“I just realized something,” Christian responded and licked some cream off his fingers. “I don’t think I ever feel full anymore. Do you?”

Monty grinned and pondered the question. “Yeah, I do. Though you really push me to my limits sometimes.”

“Yeah, I really have become a fat ass, haven’t I? I’m always fucking hungry.”

“And you’re always growing. You haven’t stopped since I encouraged those ten pounds onto your ass years ago. Do you think it will ever be enough?”

“You know,” Christian looked off into the distance, “I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”