The Fat Factory: Chapter 1

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Queried Frederic.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be? After all, we met over the internet, didn’t we?” Chris Anthony retorted.

“Yes, but we chatted for a long time before meeting. We don’t even know this guy. What if he’s some kind of freak?”

“The worst that will happen is he might be awkward and we would have to make up an excuse to ditch him. But in reality it will probably be a great time. What could be better than getting shown around by a local gainer. He surely knows all the best spots, he’s pushing 400 after all…”

Frederic quietly acquiesced. He had his reservations, but Chris Anthony was right that it would probably be a net gain overall, pun intended. This was only the second time the boys were able to meet up in person and they had the privilege of a whole month to themselves. Who cares about one day? Besides, they were on vacation, might as well live it up.

The boys were in a small motel room getting ready for the day ahead. The man they planned to meet went by the name of Fill and was to meet them at the nearby boardwalk for a day of overeating and carnival games. Frederic lay sprawled on the bed chewing on Twizzlers while Chris Anthony got dressed.

Frederic was the smaller of the two, at 6’ and 185 pounds. The young college grad was slowly eating his way out of twinkdom having put on 20 of those 185 pounds in the last six months since he started talking to Chris Anthony. He still fit into all of his old clothes, but just barely. Everything he owned was beginning to show off the chub he had accumulated, especially in the belly and butt. Frederic enjoyed his gains, but enjoyed Chris Anthony’s even more.

Chris Anthony was a heftier guy at 5’9” and 215 pounds. It was easier for him to put on weight at his height plus he’d been at it for much longer than Frederic. Chris Anthony knew he was a gainer before he had ever even heard of that word. His first orgasm was to the movie The Santa Claus. Watching Tim Allen expand before his eyes was the epitome of his childhood fantasies and from that moment forward he tried with all his might to gain weight himself. Although, he wasn’t successful until moving away to college.

Away from his parents he gorged himself mercilessly. Desserts, pasta, pizza, fast food, you name it, Chris Anthony was stuffing himself with it. And, it worked! He stacked on the freshman fifteen easily and the next fifteen came just as easy. He continued like this nonstop so that by the time he was chatting with Frederic, he already had grown a significant spare tire of his own.

As Frederic lay supine on the bed, he admired Chris Anthony’s form: soft but firm, an overhang but not an apron belly, fat but not yet obese. His briefs were snug and couldn’t contain the mass of his ass cheeks. Slipping on his summer shorts, his belly and chest and ass jiggled with every motion. He pulled a shirt over his head that required a bit of stretching to get the hem all the way past his overhang. He looked fat and a bit slutty which Frederic loved.

“When are we meeting him?” Frederic asked.

“I think he’s already there.”

The boys headed out the door both nervous and excited for this new encounter. They held hands on the walk over, a new gesture between the two young men, both of whom had never been in a relationship before. They lived in the same state but hundreds of miles apart and vacations such as this meant the world.

They immediately recognized Fill from afar. He was a bearish young man, probably in his mid to late 20s. He was fat, this much was for certain. Tiny pink shorts showed off his legs, thick like tree trunks. They were slightly bowed as happens with men of his size, and abundantly hirsute. Up top he wore a laughable excuse for a tank top. This thing would have been too small for Chris Anthony, let alone the hulking tub of lard stanging before them.

The shirt was skin tight, already soaked with sweat stains beneath the arms and lower back, and didn’t even come close to covering about four inches of belly that hung heavy below the hem. His overhang was as hairy as the rest of him, smattered with a few distinct stretch marks, and wobbled wildly with every step.

Fill gave each of the boys a warm and sweaty hug that was both erotic and sweetly welcoming. He seemed excited to meet them and voiced a flurry of potential itineraries. All of this talk and the day ultimately consisted of three fatties slowly walking up the pier and back down. Naturally, they stopped at almost every food service establishment.

First, there was cotton candy, which went down quick and easy. Next came slushies spiked with tequila and then giant soft pretzels and corn dogs. The boys were filling up quickly but were determined to keep pace with their leader. A stop at the candy store yielded many chocolates and bags full of salt water taffy. The bite size candies became filler in between larger meals. Fish and chips were followed by burgers a mere forty minutes later. At this point, Frederic was developing a cramp, but powered on.

Another slushie, fried pickles, and a funnel cake later, and the boys were about to burst. Fill was no longer the only man with his belly exposed, as Chris Anthony’s shirt could no longer cover the bloated sphere at his midsection. Frederic’s shorts were cutting him in half and all three men were hornier by the second. The sun was setting and they were nearing the end of their adventure. The young couple whispered about inviting their shepherd back for a threesome, but inexperience left them nervous.

As they reached the end of the boardwalk, Fill spoke up: “We came, we ate, we conquered. How you feeling boys?”

Chris Anthony burped, “Feeling fat if I do say so myself. And a bit melancholy our gluttonous spree is coming to an end.”

“Well…” Fill trailed off. “Ah, never mind. I shouldn’t mention it.”

Naturally, the boys prodded him.

“There’s a place nearby… It’s sort of like a bath house, but it’s for guys like us. Gainers and encouragers, you know. If you wanna get fat fast this place will do it to yuh.”