The Initiation

While ordering a colorful cocktail Tristan was startled by the arrival of a strong hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see a beast of a man staring down at him with a powerful grin. Bulging with dense muscles and chub and body hair, the man introduced himself as Dominico.

“I think you’d prefer the hotel down the street,” he said. “There’s too many twigs in these parts.”

Tristan was speechless and aroused. He was still brimming with anxiety after revealing his newfound thirty pounds of blubber in front of his twink friends. Standing by the pool in Palm Springs surrounded by gay men in peak physical condition, Tristan had attracted disapproving glares from several onlookers, including his friends. He knew his weight gain had pushed him out of the zone of traditional desirability, but he still didn’t expect such universal disdain.

To complicate matters, Tristan had intentionally gained the weight. He was a fledgling gainer on the verge of graduating college and was finally achieving his ideal body type. It was a shame everyone was so judgmental. Tristan loved the way his belly swelled over his waistband and the way his ass cheeks wobbled beneath the lower hem of his Speedo. He was caught by surprise when Dominico seemingly shared the same perspective.

“Um-” Tristan stammered, while paying for his drink and taking a big gulp the second it arrived. “I don’t know how to respond,” he admitted awkwardly.

“You don’t have to, cutie,” Dominico replied. “Take down my number and let me know if you want to link up later.”

After putting his number in Tristan’s phone, Dominico wrapped Tristan in a big bear hug and gripped the young man’s fluffy ass cheeks in each hand giving them a squeeze. After they bid farewell, Tristan returned to his friends blushing as he could still whiff Dominico’s sweat on him.

“We weren’t gonna say anything,” one of Tristan’s friends said, “but given that interaction it looks like you’ve officially graduated to cubhood. I never would have guessed!”

This comment opened the floodgates for comments on Tristan’s body. When did this happen? What had he been eating? Was he planning on losing it? In addition, he even got some belly squeezes and ass slaps. Although a lot of the interactions felt tinged with judgment, Tristan couldn’t help but feel aroused by the attention his newfound mass was receiving. After being a twink all his life it did feel good to officially be recognized as a heftier guy.

The rest of the day Tristan was distracted by the prospect of the bears-only pool. He did text Dominico and get the address but he felt bad ditching his friends. This was an annual get together and he hadn’t seen any of them since going to school across the country. Nevertheless, he did feel like he was outgrowing them a bit, and not just in size. For the first time Tristan was realizing how superficial and close minded some of the guys were. He supposed that’s what happens when you never leave Los Angeles.

So as the sun waned and Tristan’s confidence was boosted with alcohol, he finally made the call to ditch his group and meet up with Dominico. Tristan’s friends were bar hopping in town and they were likely to ditch him for a hook up anyway. He might as well beat them to the punch.

Dominico was staying at an AirBnB nearby with a group of guys and Tristan had an open invite to join them for dinner. Tristan had already eaten and of course welcomed the opportunity to stuff himself even further. Getting dressed, he pulled on his tiniest Speedo. This one was so small that it nearly turned into a thong between the heft of his ass cheeks. He threw some denim shorts over the top that hugged his ass well but weren’t uncomfortably snug. On top he chose a printed shirt and only buttoned a few buttons in the middle, leaving his chest and lower belly comfortably exposed. With butterflies in his stomach, he headed out the door.

When Tristan arrived he was sweating from the hot night air and his dick was already half chubbed in anticipation. Dominico opened the door and planted a huge smooch on Tristan’s cheek. He offered Tristan a strong spiked punch in a chalice and then proceeded to introduce the fledgling gainer to the three guys he was staying with.

Landon was about the same stature as Dominico, but blonde and a himbo. His muscles were swollen with a fresh gym pump that framed the impressive tank of belly fat hanging off his midsection. Strong legs supported his stout frame and rubbed together when he walked. He wore a tank top and tight shorts that left little to the imagination. He was also the newest to the group.

Tom was a bit older than everyone else, probably in his forties. He was tall as well, with dashing salt and pepper hair, strong wistful eyes, and an impressive moustache. He was muscular, but not to the same extent as his peers. For the most part, he was covered in fat. Altogether, he was probably somewhere around 350 pounds with a furry belly that slightly wobbled as he walked. He wore a faded band tee from his youth that left a delightful three inches of overhang exposed.

Finally, there was Gordo. Gordo easily outweighed everyone in the room. He was so large and so round that Tristan was surprised the man could hoist himself from the couch to greet him. At around six feet tall, Gordo was a spherical mound of pure chub. Tristan guessed the man was pushing 500 pounds, but really he had no idea. Gordo was clad in a tank top that barely even covered his belly button and cotton shorts that were stretched to capacity. Whereas the other men clearly chose outfits that showed off their bodies, it was obvious that Gordo had little choice in that regard.

“I’m hungry,” Gordo grunted.

Tristan’s eyes turned to the dining table and his jaw dropped. The table was so piled high with food that there wasn’t even space for them to sit down. “Feast” was an understatement.

“We’re a little oversized for this house,” Dominico said with pride. “So we’ve been doing buffet style and sitting around the coffee table. Gordo and Tom get the couch and the rest of us get the floor- you can probably guess why.”

Tristan looked puzzled.

“It’s because if I sit on the floor, then I’m not getting back up!” Gordo said and all the men chuckled.

Tristan watched as Gordo piled a serving tray high with copious helpings of food and the rest of the men grabbed plates. He followed suit in grabbing an exorbitant amount of grub and parking himself at the coffee table between Dominico and Landon, after refilling his chalice. The drink was strong and he was already feeling a buzz. As they dug in, Tom initiated conversation.

“So Tristan, Dominico tells me you’re a gainer?”

Tristan blushed, “I… I don’t think I said that!”

“But it’s true though isn’t it? I can see it written all over your face. And your hips for that matter…”

Tristan nodded, “Guess my secret’s out! Yeah, I’ve been trying to gain weight. I’ve put on about thirty pounds since December.”

“Well you’ve come to the right house,” Dominico grinned.

“God, isn’t the first thirty great?” Landon sighed. “Mine was on accident so I didn’t even appreciate it at the time.”

“It does feel good,” Tristan replied. “But I want more.”

“How much more?” Tom voiced the question on everyone’s mind.

“Um… I want to be big. Like I want to be unequivocally the fat guy when I enter a room.”

“So we have a superstition in this group,” Tom continued. “It seems that any guy that ride’s Gordo’s cock until he comes will gain a hundred pounds within a year.”

Tristan laughed at the silly proclamation.

“I’m serious,” Tom said and pulled out his phone. “Look at this before and after of Gordo’s last lay, Simon.”

Tom held up the phone and indeed Simon had gone from frail twink with bulging hip bones, to a total lardass with an overhang. It was almost unbelievable that such a transformation could have happened within the span of one year.

“I don’t know if I believe that,” Tristan replied coyly.

“It’s true,” Dominico replied and held up his phone. “I was a total gym rat when I met this group, still am, but within a few months after fucking Gordo I started blowing up. Haven’t stopped growing since.”

Tristan shrugged and continued eating. Tom filled up everyone’s glass with another round. As the men got drunker their eating got sloppier. Shirts were getting stained and the floor was littered with debris that didn’t make it into hungry mouths. The men went in for seconds and thirds and fourths until they lost count. The air was getting heavy with the musk of hungry hogs at work and an underlying sexual tension permeated the room.

Tristan was hard at work sopping up every last drop of buttery gravy on his plate when something sweet smeared across his cheek and was shoved into his mouth. Dominico was feeding him chocolate cake. The two made primal eye contact and Dominico shoved another heaping handful into Tristan’s hungry hole. Tristan looked up and Tom and Landon were feeding Gordo while stroking each other’s cock’s.

Tristan had been so consumed with consumption that he’d failed to notice their feeding frenzy had evolved into something more sexual. Dominico continued feeding Tristan who let his plate drop with a clatter as he saddled up to face his feeder. Their bellies made contact as Tristan’s hands gripped at Dominico’s hefty bulges.

Both men were erect beneath straining pants. Dominico upped the ante and unbuttoned Tristan’s shorts, allowing the former twink’s belly to fall forward with a sigh of relief. He stood to remove his own shorts along with his shirt, as Tristan stood to follow suit. They began to make out, their swollen bodies pressed together and sticky with sweat.

“These are some cheeks,” Dominico purred as he bounced Tristan’s ass up and down before slipping a finger inside.

Tristan let out a soft boyish grunt upon penetration, which Dominico followed up with another handful of cake. The noise caught Tom’s attention who sauntered over and dropped to his knees behind Tristan. Tom filled his palms with ass fat and spread the cheeks wide so that his face was inches from Tristan’s hole. He took a hungry sniff swiping his large nose all the way up Tristan’s crack.

He slurped up Tristan’s hole whilst the young gainer was filled with sweets. The tighter and more rotund Tristan’s stomach grew the hornier he got. At some point Landon’s hands appeared as well, gingerly massaging Tristan’s beginner belly and stroking his cock.Tristan was losing control of his senses and his body. He was riddled with pleasure and moaning uncontrollably as the house of bears worked on their new pig project. Tristan was so turned on his knees began to go weak.

“You wanna be big?” Dominico asked Tristan, his own cock thwacking between their bellies.

Tristan nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah make me bigger, I wanna outgrow everything I own. Make me a tub of lard.”

“Okay my little dough boy, then we have to seal the deal.”

Dominico led a hazy Tristan over to the couch where Gordo lay sprawling, cock pointing to the ceiling while he continued to stuff his face.

“Atta boy,” Tom muttered as the three men helped to hoist Tristan atop the mound of lard that was Gordo.

Tristan’s hole was already wet and primed so that Gordo’s cock slipped right in with the sound of a wet plop as Tristan’s fat ass fell upon Gordo’s fat everything. Tristan grinded his hips atop the mountain of chub beneath him as the men continued feeding both Tristan and Gordo in what almost seemed like a ritualistic manner.

In fact, the food was disappearing at an alarming rate. Tom held a chalice to Tristan’s lips to wash down the unknown globs of calories they were shoving down the former twink’s gullet. At this point Tristan had lost all control as he bounced atop Gordo’s prick and massaged his own belly and chest in a fat infatuated fervor. The other men began jerking off in between feeding their pigs. Everyone’s cock pointed at Tristan as his head tilted back in ecstasy.

It was clear that Tristan was on the verge of orgasm, but they had to ensure that Gordo came first so that Tristan would gain his hundred pounds. Tom knew the secret button and rubbed Gordo’s nipples until the fat man’s face tightened into a series of rolls and he began to grunt. Tristan was seeing stars as Gordo filled him up with spumes of ejaculate.

Tristan’s fate was sealed as Tom yanked at the newbie’s cock unleashing a torrent of jizz. The rest of the men allowed themselves to orgasm. Their come flew through the air and splattered against Tristan’s quivering skin. A cacophony of grunts and moans filled the room as the couch shook and the floor creaked.

As the last cock sputtered the last drip of come Tristan slouched atop Gordo. Smeared with food and jizz he was barely recognizable. Plates littered the floor alongside pools of sweat and punch. Food debris clung to their sweaty skin and matted body hair. Each man was stuffed full and exhausted. They laid down around Gordo, their juicy rolls of fat pressed against one another, and dozed off to sleep.