The Fat Factory: Chapter 4

Neon lights assaulted their eyes as they were separated and escorted to either side of what looked like a giant maze. The robotic voice returned and announced a game of human Pac Man in which the contestant to navigate through the maze and eat the most pastries off the ground in the time allotted would be the winner.

A horn blazed and they were off. Chris Anthony immediately dropped down to all fours and began gobbling the hand-sized pastries. He moved forward one by one, knelt over like a frantic piglet. His belly sloshed back and forth with his movements. It hung exposed from his torso with a newfound heaviness that he could feel in his lower back. Although the sloshing was uncomfortable, he found the position to be both erotic and helpful in freeing up space for more food.

With his bare ass in the air, Chris Anthony was once again hard and struggling not to give in and pleasure himself. Instead, he plodded forward, relishing the way his body jiggled with each movement. His breathing became heavy and he soon found himself grunting as he succumbed to his piggish desires.

Frederic, on the other hand, started the maze standing erect and bending over to grab each pastry. He continued like this for a while before developing a cramp from all the movement. At that point he naturally succumbed to the piggish state that Chris Anthony had dived right into. Crouching on all fours Frederic moved through the maze like a bitch in heat, occasionally stroking his cock or grabbing at the ass fat overflowing from his jock.

Sometimes he’d sit up with his knees folded as he chomped on one of the sugary treats. With one hand to his mouth, he’d grip and slap at his excess fat with the other. He would massage his gut as the machines in the other room did, aiding in his digestion. Sometimes he’d rub the layer of fat on his thighs or squeeze at his ass, maybe slipping a finger inside himself.

Frederic was working himself into a frenzy which spurred the pace of his consumption. Meanwhile, Chris Anthony was plodding along steadily, downing the pastries, one after another after another after another, like a professional in an eating contest. Both of the men were nearing the end of the maze. Finally, they each turned a corner in near unison and were now facing each other down a long corridor.

Before them were about a dozen more pastries and smack dab in the middle was a tiered cake. It was clear: the winner was whoever made it to the cake first. Suddenly, their competitive impulses kicked in and they were gulping down the treats like mad men. Chris Anthony was grunting like a pig while Frederic was slapping his gut loudly as they approached one another.

They were each two pastries away from the cake and gobbling as fast as humanly possible. Their faces were stained with chocolate and cream, their rumps were skyward and wobbling, and their mouths frantically chewing. They swallowed their last pastry in tandem and both leaped towards the cake between them.

Frederic made contact mere seconds before Chris Anthony and immediately shoved a handful into his mouth. Chris Anthony shoved him away from the confection, and Frederic tumbled onto his ass with a heavy thump and a belch. Insulted, Frederic lunged forward and tackled Chris Anthony, splaying him on his back. Pinning down Chris Anthony between his legs, Frederic cockily gobbled up some cake.

Chris Anthony tried to sit up but he was too full and too fat. Beneath Frederic’s weight he was a helpless slovenly piglet. He squirmed and squirmed before reaching up and tickling the softest spot on Frederic’s love handle. Frederic collapsed sideways and Chris Anthony broke free, grabbing more cake whilst pinning Frederic down with his belly fat. Frederic grabbed at the elastic of Chris Anthony’s jock strap and pulled it down.

Chris Anthony helped rip it off and then removed Frederic’s. Their erections bobbed in the air, red hot and pulsating. Chris Anthony grabbed a massive chunk of cake and took a bite, then shoved the rest into Frederic’s mouth. They began to feed each other aggressively, still wrestling and jabbing one another.

They began to make out as the cake dissipated, their hands rubbing the smooth icing into one another’s thick swollen rolls of chub. Standing on their knees they pawed desperately at one another. Slick with sweat and icing, Chris Anthony fell backwards onto his back with a heavy splat that caused his belly to quiver.

Frederic pounced on him, swinging Chris Anthony’s stout legs into the air, and lapping up the icing and cake that was spread around his groin. Chris Anthony was sweating profusely, more so than Frederic, and his skin was glowing pinker than a pig’s. Frederic lapped up Chris Anthony’s hairy ass hole before saddling up and inching his cock inside.

“Oh fuck,” Chris Anthony moaned loudly. “Fuck, make me jiggle,” he exclaimed loudly.

Frederic did just that, clapping his balls against Chris Anthony’s well-rounded ass and thighs. The larger man’s was pushed up and out due to the missionary position. It looked like a furry mountain of dough that was overtaking his body. A deep crease had formed between the girth of his gut and the softness of his chest.

Frederic could not recall whether Chris Anthony had such soft and bouncing pecs a few days ago. Even Chris Anthony’s double chin looked a bit more plush than Frederic remembered. From this position Chris Anthony resembled a complex series of fat rolls that cinched in at the joints. Had he really grown that much in only a couple days? Was Chris Anthony winning the competition?

“Fuck me on all fours like the hog that I am,” Chris Anthony pleaded.

The boys repositioned themselves doggy style. Chris Anthony’s gut hung perilously as his ass clapped against Frederic. He moaned in pleasure as Frederic squeezed his love handles so tight they turned red.

“Squeal for me, piggy,” Frederic demanded. Chris Anthony grunted like a hog but that wasn’t enough for Frederic who exclaimed, “squeal!” once more.

Chris Anthony let out a piercing squeal that reverberated through his fat and echoed out into the maze. Frederic leaned over and slapped his belly.

“You’re such a good piggy. Look what a fat ass you’re becoming. You’re all blubber, every inch is soft with lard. And you’re only getting fatter and fatter.”

“Fuck, oh fuck,” Chris Anthony began to tremble. He squealed a bit more, “I’m gonna fucking come, fuck!”

Frederic let loose his own orgasm seconds before Chris Anthony’s cock began spurting jizz.

“Fuck, I’m your fucking pig! I’m your hog!”

The two orgasmed so much that their urethras hurt as they collapsed back onto the cold flooring. Frederic gasped for breath as Chris Anthony lay slumped over, oozing come and icing.