The Fat Factory: Chapter 6

The next morning they followed the same routine. Alarm, uniform, but this time they started with the feeding machines. As they walked to the room which held the machines, Frederic noticed something. His ass seemed to be jiggling with each step. This was a new sensation for him. He gripped his right ass cheek and it did feel more voluminous with a bit more squish. He looked down at his belly. He had been so bloated the last few days that it was hard to spot any real difference in that region, but when looking down he did feel a bit more fat spreading out underneath his chin.

The boys strapped into the machines in silence. When Chris Anthony sat down the heft of his gut felt particularly… hefty. He looked down at his pride and joy. Were the results of this wild experiment already showing up? His belly certainly looked and felt bigger. As the machine massaged the excess adipose at his midsection, Chris Anthony eyed his voluminous pudge.

As the machine jerked back and forth he noted that the jiggle on his frame felt more encompassing. Every part of him had a thick layer of chub keeping him warm. Was this always the case? When he felt his chest bounce particularly more than he was accustomed, he knew something was different. His chest had always been underdeveloped and now it had a soft sag that bounced with motion.

After a good amount of time being pumped full of mystery calories, the boys lazily dismounted the machines. The constant feeding was putting them in a perpetual state of sluggishness as they hauled their fat asses from one gorging session to the next. Exiting the feeding room they both eyed each other’s bodies.

“I think I’m already seeing results,” Chris Anthony broke the silence.

“Yeah, me too,” Frederic agreed. “My ass is definitely more caked up than it used to be. I think my belly too.”

“Dude same, even my tits are getting soft. I can’t believe it.”

“I can,” Frederic reached over and pinched Chris Anthony’s love handle. “You’re turning into a mega fat guy right before my very eyes.”

Chris Anthony smiled, “likewise chubs,” and cupped one of Frederic’s ass cheeks. “Damn you have grown! There’s a lot more here than there was three days ago,” he exclaimed and bounced Frederic’s ass up and down.

They entered the room for their next challenge and were greeted by a delicious smell and a giant covered platter. The platter was several yards in circumference and the boys wagered that whatever they were about to eat was also that large. The intercom announced the challenge and the lid of the platter raised to the ceiling to reveal a colossal stack of pancakes. How pancakes this large were even prepared was beyond comprehension, but they boys dug right in.

Shockingly, they tasted amazing. The cake was thick and fluffy with a buttery taste through and through. Sweet cinnamon and maple syrup lightly glazed the massive treat. Pancakes were a personal favorite of Chris Anthony’s and he was in absolute hog heaven. Frederic certainly wasn’t complaining either. In fact, he found that his appetite was beginning to adjust to these rigorous stuffings. The more he ate the more he craved, and the expertly prepared and tasty food was leaving him ravenous for more.

Once the stack of pancakes was finished the boys slumped backward onto the floor clutching their bellies. They were light headed and breathing heavy. The platter was lifted out of the room by heavy machinery and returned five minutes later with a steaming pepperoni pizza of massive proportions. The salty and greasy aroma delighted the boy's senses as they saddled back in for another astronomical feast.

By the time the pizza was done the boys were slippery with grease and covered in cheese and red sauce. Their bellies were painfully distended and they groaned from discomfort. They struggled to raise themselves to their feet and plod off to the dormitory, their stomachs gurgling and all the way.

Frederic plopped down on the bed with a sigh, “woof, these challenges are really tests of endurance, huh? My jaw is tired from all that chomping.”

“I gotta get this bloody jock strap off, it’s cutting me in half. God knows how we’re going to adjust to normal clothes after all of this, let alone meals,” Chris Anthony said while struggling to remove the tiny underwear.

“Hey, what’s that,” Frederic said in Chris Anthony’s direction.

“What’s what?”

“That,” Frederic replied, pointing.

“My dick?”

Frederic stood up and sauntered over to his boyfriend. Once close, he dropped down to his knees and placed his face in Chris Anthony’s groin, tracing his counterpart’s thigh crease with his nose and then wrapping his lips around a plump fat pad. Sensually pulling back, Frederic muttered, “this is new.”

Chris Anthony was almost instantly hard as Frederic continued to indulge in his boyfriend’s freshly grown and musky chub. The only problem was that he was too exhausted and full to continue standing up. So they shuffled over to the bed, lazily laying side by side with their stomachs spilling forward between them.

“You didn’t have a fat pad when we got here,” Frederic said. “I know because I’ve been counting the days until it shows up.” He grabbed the new appendage with his hand, “and now look at how much there is to play with.”

“We really are getting fatter, huh? You’re getting plush all over, I can tell.”

Chris Anthony patted the cushiony layer of fat coating Frederic’s side. It loosened up a burp that traveled upwards and escaped from his mouth. The boys giggled and intuitively began rubbing each other's stomachs to relieve the pressure. Their erections pulsed with desire, jewels of precum oozing out, but they were just too lazy, too engorged, to fully fuck.

So they rolled around in bed, sniffing and licking and caressing the dough that was rising up by the day. Even with their slothful steady movements the boys were breathing heavily. Their bellies were so weighed down with food that any movement was a strain. Eventually Chris Anthony got so worked up he had no choice but get up on his knees and straddle Frederic, his belly lurching forward with a heavy wobble. He massaged both their hard ons with one hand until they erupted in a frothy burst. Finally relieved, they cuddled up close, their larger bodies keeping one another warm and comforted. Swaddled in freshly grown dough the couple drifted off to sleep.