A Hefty Hideaway: Epilogue

Six months later

Thompson lay with his head resting upon Liam’s pillowy stomach and his own belly pooling out before him atop Liam’s lap. This was their favorite position as of late. It allowed them to sink into the doughiest parts of one another while also staying warm in the chilly Seattle winter. Besides, traditional spooning had become near impossible given how large their midsections had grown of late.

Intertwined and breathing heavily after a large meal, the two men radiated enough heat to warm a dozen twinks. And so despite the rainfall outside and dropping temperature, Liam and Thompson remained in the nude, cuddled tight. Their bodies were abundantly convex and plump, bulging with excess atop the king sized bed. Limbs that had once been sinew and muscle were now flourishing with bulges and curves, creases and dimples. Their bodies and lives were decadent, full of love and food.

Liam’s phone vibrated and he opened a message from his publicist. Several lifestyle brands were seeking his employment as an ambassador. Oddly enough, this had become normal in recent months. Since leaving the Little Brick Inn, Liam’s life had taken a complete 180.

For starters, he arrived back to his apartment in West Hollywood having gained nearly a hundred pounds of pure lard. To most of his friends he had become unrecognizable and, unfortunately, a laughing stock. Liam hadn’t realized just how superficial many of the people he considered close friends to be. Even his editor failed to recognize him when they met in person and made more than one fat joke.

The experience of returning to his old life with a new body was at times humiliating. None of his old clothes fit, friends were dropping like flies, grocery shopping was running up his credit card, and he was sure his tiny mid century couch was going to collapse at any moment. Still, something was kind of exhilarating about the changes and Liam found that he didn’t want to lose weight. In fact, he was more interested in growth than ever.

He decided to continue on this journey of fatness while remaining cautious of maintaining his health. Over the course of a couple weeks he hit the gym hardcore with strength exercises and mild cardio, upped his caloric and protein intake, bought an entirely new wardrobe, and wrote the entirety of his assignment. The article ended up being a personal journey chronicling the happiness that accompanied his weight gain and ultimately evinced the therapeutic qualities of simply ‘giving in.’ It surprised his boss but they ran the story nonetheless. Lo and behold, it went viral.

Within a few days it was all over gay media outlets and within a week it was breaking into the mainstream. Liam’s personal instagram was flooded with new followers. He was forced to hire a media team to manage his accounts and field incoming requests. After a month, Liam was getting TV interviews, modeling gigs, and even a book deal. Suddenly he had become the face of gay body positivity.

Thompson, meanwhile, returned home to Indiana with little fanfare. Most of his family was overweight and didn’t bat an eye at how much he had grown. In fact, they were encouraging of the fact he’d finally let go of his rigorous gym routine and training. Thompson felt renewed. Stepping on the scale for the first time in several months, he learned he was not far off from having doubled his starting weight. This realization caused his cock to stiffen and his heart to flutter. He knew that he wanted more and he knew that he wanted to share it with Liam.

The two kept in touch over the phone, sharing progress pics and sexting. They had discovered this lifestyle together and it had created a bond. Liam was working hard to get a base of muscle back and up his stamina both for health and aesthetic purposes which inspired Thompson to do the same. They fell into a long distance relationship of mutual gaining and encouragement.

Eventually, Liam realized he needed to get the fuck out of West Hollywood and away from body fascist muscle gays. With so many new streams of income the world was his oyster. He decided to move to Seattle, a city that had a bearish energy that suited his new lifestyle. Additionally, he invited Thompson.

The two moved in together in a spacious loft style apartment with exposed brick and a massive refrigerator and pantry. Liam continued to make smart business moves and was making enough money to support both of them. Still, Thompson got a job at a local brewery and with the supplemented income they were living and, most of all, eating lavishly.

So they laid in bed, without a care in the world, their overfed bodies weighing each other down with an irresistible coziness. Although they were both stuffed full of food, Thompson was still thinking about what was next. As Liam responded to emails, Thompson scrolled through a food delivery service putting together a large meal he’d schedule for delivery in the next hour.

Unexpectedly, Liam belched loudly which Thompson could hear from the inside out with his head resting on Liam’s belly.

Thompson patted Liam’s belly, “good one babe.”

“Hun, will you do me a favor and scratch the FUPA,” Liam requested. “I can’t reach.”

“Of course,” Thompson said and pushed back Liam’s belly to get a full and deep scratch in. “Hey, what’s this? Looks like you have a new stretch mark on the fat pad babe, congrats.”

“Hah, no way,” Liam replied. “I guess I don’t get a good look down there anymore so what do I know? I have been thinking though. I’d like to put on another twenty pounds or so.”

“Sounds great to me.”

“But I was thinking of really pushing myself and doing it in two months. Maybe doing GOMAD for the extra push. What do you think?”

“I think I better join you in this.”

“Obviously.”