One Hundred Pounds Later: Chapter 4

This was my first July in LA that I wasn’t living at home. I sat on the back patio wearing nothing but a thong and sipping my new favorite drink: strawberry milk, cherry schnapps, and rum. My belly spread out before me. It confidently rested in my lap, ten pounds heavier since graduation. I was covered in sweat but that was par for the course. I scratched at my belly and sighed.

Landon emerged from the pool. Landon was a blonde surfer type without much going on in his head. After an injury he got pretty chubby and then he met Tom and Dominico and got even chubbier. He had a physique that I think even straight guys and gals envied. He was a total fat ass but it rested round and pert atop a base of muscle. His tan wet skin glimmered in the sunlight as he approached me.

“What’s up man?” I quizzed as he approached my belly with an odd curiosity. It’s not like he wasn’t fucking my gut just last night.

“I’ve noticed you scratching a lot,” he replied and dropped to his knees to examine my gut. “Just as I thought!” He turned and shouted, “Tom, Dominico, come here! Bring the polaroid!”

Tom emerged from the house wearing basketball shorts and Dominico wearing nothing.

“Guys look,” Landon pointed at my overhang. “Baby’s first stretch marks.”

I was surprised when he said this and all three men leaned forward with gleeful looks in their eyes.

“I’ll be damned,” Tom said. “Looks like you’re one of us now, chubs!”

All three men congratulated me with a slap on the belly and Tom shot a snapshot with the Polaroid. I was eager to see the tiger stripes myself and tried to lean forward to get a glimpse. Unfortunately, I couldn’t even see this milestone with my bare eyes. I had too much belly in the way to see my own belly! Frustrated, I lifted myself up and went inside to look in a mirror. Upon closer examination I finally saw them. Little pink lines dotted the gooey squish hanging above my fat pad. I smiled large.

“What’s the news?” Gordo grunted from the living room.

Gordo was a five hundred pounder who didn’t say much and didn’t do much besides eat and fuck. Supposedly, taking Gordo’s load up my ass last year in Palm Springs guaranteed I would gain a hundred pounds in a year. I still wasn’t so sure about that superstition.

“My first stretchies. Before long I’ll be giving you a run for your money,” I replied with a wink.

A few hours later beneath the setting sun, Landon, Myself, and Dominico made out in the pool. Our bellies and tits bobbed in the water above stiff erections. Our sugary drunk mouths lapped one another up.

“I’m so excited for you guys to meet Dimitri,” Landon laughed goofily. “You’ll like him soo much. He’s such a stud and he can’t wait to get fat.”

There was a knock at the side gate and Landon jumped excitedly.

“Oh shoot! That’s him!”

Indeed, Landon had a new boy he was bringing into the group and we were all looking forward to meeting him. No one was disappointed as Dimitri approached the pool in a loose crop top and Speedo. A sharp scruffy jaw framed his model-like good looks that radiated towards us with a smile so large it almost looked goofy. It was clear Dimitri was happy to see a pool full of hefty guys.

Unlike the rest of us, there was not a drop of fat on Dimitri’s immaculate gym body. He was on the shorter side with broad shoulders and washboard abs that glittered like his smile. His chest hair was tastefully trimmed and his bulge looked succulent and heavy between his legs. These types were a dime a dozen in LA, but rarely did they aspire to become a fat ass. I can’t speak for the other men, but I’m pretty sure each of us was salivating with the prospect of buttering up those sharp abs with slabs of gooey fat.

Dominico climbed out of the pool and gave Dimitri a big bear hug. He held him a bit too long in an excited rush of horniness. I don’t think Dimitri minded though. As I emerged from the pool I felt his eyes evaluating every dimple and roll on my frame with laser focus.

“You must be Tristan,” he said with his large smile still plastered all over his face. “I’ve heard so much. Can I see the new stretchies?”

I was taken aback that this newcomer was privy to a discovery I had only learned about a few hours ago. I went in for a hug and he squeezed me tight, running his hands up and down the rolls of my back.

“I’m not sure if you can see them in this light, but I’ll show you when we go inside,” I offered.

“I’d love to see,” Dimitri’s eyes glittered. “I heard you just moved back last month and are already swelling. Do you know much you’ve put on?”

“About twenty pounds in a month,” I chuckled and wobbled my belly in a slow motion that I knew would tantalize. “Can you believe it? That’s nearly a pound a day.”

Dimitri’s jaw dropped and he softly muttered, “Wow.. So how much do you weigh altogether?”

“I’m at 260 now! I can barely believe it, but these guys will do it yuh. Though I must say I was promised 290 come September,” I turned and shrugged at the guys.

At some point Tom had emerged from inside and so had Gordo. I was almost startled to see them. Everyone stared in beguiled silence as Dimitri hypnotically reached for my belly and softly rubbed it. I looked at him and imagined this is what I must have looked like last year when I met these boys for the first time. And now here I was, the fat one.

“I guess if you can do twenty pounds in a month, you can do thirty in two pretty easily,” Dimitri said slowly as he massaged my gut.

I grinned knowingly. “And what about you, stud?” I asked. “How big do you want to get?”

Dimitri looked up from my belly with stars in his eyes.