Corn Fed: Chapter 4

Ever since that fateful summer day in the barn, Jeremy avoided Liam like the plague. This confirmed all of Liam’s assumptions about the country: the homophobia, the drabness, the lack of excitement.  Liam tried with all his might to denigrate the plump country boy in his head so he could move on, but nothing worked. He was constantly searching the empty streets for a sight of Jeremy and at night his dreams were haunted with erotic pastoral reveries.

Jeremy began hanging out with Gareth again as his grandma had improved slightly. This drove Liam mad with jealousy. He also grew paranoid that the boys were gossiping about him, characterizing him as a desperate fag. He simply didn’t know what to do with himself.

So Liam spent more time at his uncle’s house, helping out in the kitchen with lavish country meals and drinking hard lemonades. Not surprisingly, he gained some weight himself. It was practically inevitable considering that everyone in the town was at least ten or twenty pounds overweight. Liam first noticed his own gains when his favorite pair of designer jeans could barely button. The weight settled into a small paunch that was soft as jelly. It bothered him at first, but he quickly gave in. What else was he going to do here besides drink and eat?

One day, while lounging at the kitchen table, sucking down a stiff drink to ignore the heat, Liam noticed familiar footsteps on the porch. Gareth ran downstairs towards the front door and Liam’s heart leapt. Could it be? He stood up with embarrassing speed and leapt to the kitchen window to verify his suspicions. Indeed, he was right.

Standing on the porch was Jeremy looking fatter than ever. His midsection now heaped generously forward into a full-on beer belly. Fat compacted every corner of his body as his arms spread out wide resting at his sides, a ring of chub swallowing his neck, and miraculously firm pecs resting atop the crest of his gut. He wore a loose tank top that left little to the imagination as he stood sweating profusely on the porch.

Lifting his arm up to wipe the sweat from his brow, Liam glimpsed soaked armpit hair that was surrounded by fresh red stretch marks. It was beyond evident that Jeremy was gorging himself beyond control on a regular basis. He even breathed heavily, his mass expanding with each breath as he waited for the door.

Liam marveled at the beautiful creature sweating on the porch. Something about him dripped with raw masculinity and the excess blubber only accentuated this fact. With legs spread wide and planted firmly against the ground, Jeremy was turning into a beast of a man. Even the mesh gym shorts he wore looked too small. The tattered and faded fabric could barely keep up with the expanding glutes and tree trunk legs it concealed. Despite all the added weight Jeremy’s cock was somehow still visibly large and dangling against the thin polyester.

To Liam’s chagrin, Gareth quickly escaped the house and the two guys walked away out of view. When Liam finally pulled himself away from the window he discovered that he was sporting a hard on and was thankful no one was around to see. Without a second thought he ran to his room and furiously jerked off, shooting a massive load that splattered against his own face.

A week and a half later, Liam found himself at the local ice cream shop. He had already stopped by for a sundae earlier in the day, but the sun had set and he needed to get out of the house. He sat at one of the rickety tables staring at his phone, his small pooch still swollen from dinner. The bell at the front door dinged as someone entered. Liam looked up and locked eyes with Jeremy.

Both men were clearly taken aback. Jeremy looked away quickly and lugged his plump form to the counter where he ordered a brownie fudge double sundae. He paid and then stood awkwardly nearby. Liam sighed loudly and set his phone on the table. Jeremy looked over sheepishly, tucking his chin down which caused his face to spread wider as he kicked at something on the floor. He took a step closer to Liam. The floor creaked loudly beneath his girth.

“Hey man,” Jeremy uttered with barely a whisper. “I know you like me, but uh…”

Liam stared at him petrified.

“But, I’m not, you know,” he dropped his voice even lower and mouthed, “gay.”

Just then Liam’s sundae arrived, startling Jeremy. Liam picked it up and faced the object of his desires. Suddenly all his fear had dissipated. He placed a hand on the top corner of Jeremy’s gut.

“Hit me up next time you are, you know…” Liam grinned and patted Jeremy’s firm gut.

The city boy walked home with a triumphant grin on his face.