Lifetime Supply: Chapter 10

Written by: Gainer Stories 

Lifetime Supply is a collaborative story penned by Gainer Stories and Gaining Fiction. Patrons receive early access to each chapter before release on Tumblr.

Ryan stared at himself proudly in the mirror. He was an absolute porker. His skin was still flushed red after a hot shower, and his chest hair damp. He didn’t dry off as quickly anymore. The fold under his moobs stayed moist as did his underbelly and groin. The fresh stretch marks on his belly screamed for attention, and for the first time he noticed smaller ones developing on the inside of his thighs and fat pad. He liked that he was expanding all over. All the better for boys to shower him with attention.

He pulled on a pair of underwear. Bending over took more time than it used to. He had noticed his belly getting in the way about thirty pounds ago. But now everything was fat and everything got in the way. He reckoned that in another fifty pounds he’d really be struggling. With the boxer briefs on, Ryan admired the way his fat bulged around the elastic.

Next were his new jeans from the big and tall store. They fit like a glove, hugging his ass and thighs without restricting movement and comfortably buttoning at the waist. The sales associate Gerry assured him there were plenty of larger sizes to grow into should these ever become snug. Next he threw on an old undershirt that he knew wouldn’t cover him completely. This would be a surprise for Luke if he was lucky.

Next, he clad a newly purchased sweater. It was light weight and appropriately sized, but still clung to every fleshy curve. Surely this would tantalize Luke, so he hoped. Ryan then contemplated the addition of suspenders. Gerry had been a big advocate of this purchase, but Ryan was skeptical. Did he really need them yet? His pants stayed up fairly well on their own. Nevertheless, he donned them.

The supportive elastic pressed against his belly, accentuating it’s convex nature. It also highlighted the fleshiness of his chest and overall wideness. There was no denying that suspenders were the marker of a certified dough boy and although Ryan wasn’t sure if he was quite there yet, he wore them anyway.

Arriving at the gay bar his heart was pounding with anticipation. A million thoughts rushed through his head. What if Luke stands him up? What if he’s in denial about his attraction to fat guys? What if Jason is there for a half hearted apology?

Ryan stepped through the door and Luke immediately spotted the fattest guy in the room. His eyes lit up and he rushed over to greet Luke with a surprisingly intimate hug. It lasted a few seconds longer than seemed normal, and Luke stepped back visibly flustered and self conscious of this fact.

“Let me buy you a drink, I feel so awful about what happened last night,” Luke immediately uttered.

Ryan casually pressed his belly against the bar as Luke ordered and tried to remain calm at the sight of Ryan’s heft spread out before him. With drinks in hand, they proceeded to a booth tucked away in the corner.

“Jason is such a fucking cunt,” I don’t know how either of us put up with him for so long.

“It sounds like… you broke up?” Ryan asked.

“We’ve been broken up! We were meeting up last night to leave things on better terms and it totally backfired.”

Ryan asked why they had broken up and Luke seemed to be withholding something. He danced around the topic but it was clear there was an elephant in the room, and his name was Ryan. Ryan was growing frustrated with the polite banter. Luke was no longer in a relationship and nor was he at work, there was no excuse for this pussyfooting and Ryan knew he had to make a move. He excused himself to the bathroom to gather his thoughts.

On his journey there he noticed an Adesco branded vending machine. Cha-ching! Ryan fed the machine several bills and bought a handful of snacks, far more than was appropriate being seen with at a gay bar. He suppressed a devilish grin when he returned to a stunned Luke.

“Sorry, but I’m just so goddamn hungry lately and couldn’t pass these up.”

Luke gulped, “Oh… those are good ones.”

“Tell me about it.”

A silence hung in the air as Ryan shifted his belly and leaned back in the booth. He tore open a snack cake as Luke watched with lustful eyes. Ryan raised it to his mouth. Just as it was about to reach his lips he stopped.

“No, seriously Luke, why don’t you tell me about it?”

“Uh, um, I… are you not gonna eat that?” Luke gestured towards the cake still sitting in Ryan’s hand.

Ryan grinned, “Why don’t you feed it to me?”

“Here? Like, right now?”

“Why not?”

With a nervous hand Luke picked up the cake and raised it to Ryan’s mouth. Ryan inhaled it in one bite and then nodded to the other one. Looking around nervously, Luke repeated the action. Then Ryan handed Luke the rest of the snacks.

“Go on, I know you want to,” he purred.

Luke swallowed and took a deep breath before proceeding. As he fed this mountain of a man, this guy he’d heard Jason chastise endlessly for letting himself go, this fat ass who taunted him over the phone with each fresh pound of lard he slathered on, Luke began to lose himself. Ryan was eating faster and Luke was shoving the food in his mouth to keep up. Both men were breathing heavily and Luke’s hard on was soaking his pants with precum.

“Why don’t we uh,” Luke stammered once the snacks were consumed, “why don’t we head to the bathroom real quick?”

Ryan replied in the affirmative and stood up dramatically to accentuate the heft of his stomach. The fit jock and overgrown fatty made their way to the bathroom with hurried steps and pounding hearts. Bypassing the men standing at the trough, they locked themselves in the stall. Standing face to face, Ryan’s girth filled up the majority of the space in the small corridor.

Without another word they locked lips and Luke’s hands immediately gripped the gooey lovehandles pouring out behind Ryan’s suspenders. Their kissing was sloppy and frantic, the result of months of telephone foreplay. Luke wasted no time in unbuttoning Ryan’s shirt to expose the man’s swollen and hairy barrel of a belly.

Ryan slipped his hands down the back of Luke’s pants, gripping a surprisingly plentiful handful of fuzzy bubble butt. However he didn’t get much time to explore the horny jock’s rear end before Luke dropped to his knees and fervently buried his entire face into Ryan’s plush overhang. Luke was like a feral animal licking and biting at the musky rolls of chub he had helped Ryan grow over the past several months. The metal walls of the stall creaked and banged against their passionate encounter and Luke even let out a bellowing moan he could no longer contain.

Luke unbuttoned Ryan’s pants and pulled down the snug underwear. Ryan’s cock sprung to desperate attention, but Luke overlooked the throbbing member in favor of the ripe fat pad bulging above it. Ryan gasped and inadvertently bent the stall wall under the pressure his weight. Just as Luke wrapped one hand around the stretch marked fat pad and the other around Ryan’s pipe there was a knock at the door.

“Sorry boys, no hanky panky or I’ll get the bouncer!”

Both men sighed in frustration. They haphazardly redressed Ryan and emerged from the stall looking sex crazed and disheveled. They escaped the bar hand in hand and the crisp night air reinvigorated their senses.

“Back to my place?” Ryan beckoned.

“I have a better idea,” Luke responded.

They climbed inside Luke’s car and peeled out into the street. Ryan asked where they were headed but Luke remained silent with a determined look on his face. After about ten minutes they pulled into the parking lot of the All American Buffet and Diner. Luke looked over at Ryan with a devilish grin on his face.

“Let’s see what you can do,” he said.

Ryan was eager to accept the challenge and stepped out of the car. Still looking a mess, they stepped inside with an eagerness that seemed out of place for the small establishment. Looking around, Ryan was completely taken aback. The restaurant was not very full at this time of night, yet he knew nearly half of the patrons in attendance.

At one table sat Antoine and a new feedee. Ryan’s replacement was much smaller than he was, sporting a modest paunch of maybe twenty extra pounds. Ryan recognized the look in Antoine’s eyes as he watched his date polish the plate with gusto. Ryan wondered if the fledgling gainer knew what he was in for.

Sitting a few tables over was Ahmed and Corey. Ahmed had a plate in front of him that was laughably overflowing with food. His belly already looked swollen beneath his snug muscle tee and Ryan wondered how long the newfound muscle man could last until he developed into a full on bear.

Eying the room, Ryan had a realization. This was the first time he was seeing all the men responsible for his weight gain in one place: Luke, Antoine, Corey, Ahmed. You wouldn’t know it based on appearances, but this was one dangerous posse, at least when it came to waistlines.

“Hey boys!” Ryan announced loudly, standing at the entrance and waving.

They all looked up from their plates with a stunned look in their eyes.