The Fat Factory: Chapter 7

The final challenge had arrived. Frederic and Chris Anthony were given full access to a fully stocked chef’s kitchen and were left to their own devices for an entire day. Nothing in the kitchen came prepared. If they wanted to eat, then they had to cook. If they wanted to win the weigh in the next morning, they had to cook well.

Both boys started with french toast, an easy meal they both knew how to prepare. It was unclear who had the idea first, but both suspected the other of copying. This set the stage for jealousy and competition. For the majority of the challenges, Frederic felt himself to be at a disadvantage given his smaller size. However, this time it was different. Sure, they still had to stuff themselves, but Chris Anthony was not the most talented in the kitchen. When at home and left to his own devices, he relied heavily on take out and fast food. Frederic, on the other hand, was an adept cook.

He followed up the french toast by turning on the deep fryer. Frederic had a secret gaining weapon he had been dying to try out but hadn’t had the opportunity without a deep fryer at home. Whipping together some pancakes made with heavy cream and chocolate chips, he then rolled the hot cakes into round balls like cake pops. After breading them he dropped them into the grease.

Chris Anthony spied this from afar with intense jealousy. To compensate, he whipped up some gainer shakes with cream, peanut butter, a scoop of lard, and some chocolate syrup. He guzzled this while tooling around with other recipes, none of which seemed to compete with whatever Frederic was up to.

As the day wore on and the boys filled themselves up, they began to grow more desperate for fast calories. Frederic was chugging whole milk while Chris Anthony gorged on pasta. Frederic continued to drop things in the deep fryer while Chris Anthony poured melted ice cream down his throat. Both were sweating buckets and covered in food splatters.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Frederic called out when he saw Chris Anthony tossing everything through the deep fryer.

Chris Anthony laughed and shrugged and continued on his merry way. Frederic decided to copy the gainer shake idea in retaliation. The tension in the room was mounting. At one point Chris Anthony found himself on the floor eating a nasty concoction of lard, butter, and cream. The thick liquid coated his face and chest as he grunted loud enough for Frederic to hear from afar. Frederic responded with an echoing belch.

“You’re stealing my ideas!” Frederic shouted. “That’s cheating!”

“Oh yeah?” Chris Anthony waddled over to Frederic’s side of the kitchen. He bumped Frederic aggressively with his swollen belly. “What’re you gonna do about it? Huh, shrimpy? You think you can gain more than this pig?” he taunted and slapped his belly.

Frederic pushed Chris Anthony away, who stumbled backward and slipped on lard. He hit the ground hard and feigned injury. When Frederic tried to help him up, Chris Anthony yanked him onto the ground alongside him. He then pinned Frederic down with his belly.

“Feel how heavy this gut is? Huh little twink? You think you can beat that?”

With a surprising amount of force Frederic pushed his lover and aggressor off of him. Chris Anthony’s bare ass slid across the floor, his belly jiggling all the way. Frederic lunged forward and tackled him. He grabbed a nearby handful of pasta and shoved it in Chris Anthony’s mouth.

“Eat up my prize winning pig. You could use the help on this challenge.”

Chris Anthony squirmed out from under Frederic’s grasp, but Frederic would not give up that easily. He grabbed Chris Anthony’s jock strap but the heavier guy lurched the opposite direction and the elastic snapped clean off. In the nude Chris Anthony grabbed a jug of milk and began pouring it down his throat, half of it coating his body.

“Just watch me go!” he said through garbled gulps.

Frederic ripped the milk from Chris Anthony’s hands and started chugging it himself. They began to fight over the jug as a puddle of milk spread out beneath them. Their husky limbs splashed and clapped against the wet ground as they wrestled. Chris Anthony’s cock slapped against his FUPA and belly fat while Frederic’s strained against the fabric of his jock strap.

At some point Frederic found himself completely on his back with the gallon of milk in both hands, the white frothy liquid emptying out into his mouth. Unable to resist, Chris Anthony swung Frederic’s legs up in the air to reveal his ripe hole. With far less delicacy than they were accustomed, Chris Anthony shoved his cock inside of Frederic.

Frederic let out a wildly aggressive moan and shoved his ass all the way around his partner’s pipe. Chris Anthony’s balls slapped against Frederic’s eager taint as he began to thrust. Frederic’s cock slapped wildly against his own fattened belly. As his excitement grew, he dropped the milk and became oblivious of everything, except the rolling sweaty rolls of fat colliding as they fucked.

Chris Anthony slammed his cock in and out of Frederic’s hole vigorously, causing their fat to undulate wildly. Frederic looked down and watched Chris Anthony’s belly heaving and bouncing with gusto. The absolute mess surrounding them added to the erotic excitement.

Frederic contracted his sphincter muscles tightly around Chris Anthony’s manhood, practically vacuuming the come right out of his boyfriend with the same gusto which he’d been gorging himself all day. This was just one more hole to fill. Chris Anthony began to tremble, his muscles growing tight in pre-orgasmic tension. He felt that familiar feeling of ecstasy rumbling as the first wave of ejaculation exploded out of him. Like a fire hose let loose, load after load of jizz freed itself into Frederic’s rectum.

Chris Anthony pulled out and slumped onto the ground, exhausted. The tension from the last several days seemed to have crescendoed in that moment and he felt completely incapacitated. Frederic, on the other hand, had played his cards well. He had not orgasmed and in fact was invigorated by their messy hatefucking. Now brimming with horniness and dripping with his own cream filling, he leapt up and got back to cooking.

“What the…” Chris Anthony looked around bewildered. “Did you do this on purpose? What the fuck?!”

Frederic proceeded to make good progress in the kitchen while his counterpart never quite recovered. Several hours later the kitchen power was turned off and the boys were instructed to return to their room. Chris Anthony was resentful. A heavy energy hung in the air as the boys didn’t speak a word to one another. They simply washed up and went to bed. They slept the entire night with as much distance between them as possible.