A Hefty Hideaway: Chapter 6

July

“Just admit it, Scott. You’re fattening us up.”

Scott cleared his throat, “I provide former athletes a space to eschew their restrictive and disciplined lifestyles in favor of comfort, relaxation, and yes, weight gain,” he responded with confidence. “I enjoy the results as does everyone here. Is there something wrong with that?”

“Yeah, there’s something wrong– no one consented to any of this!” Liam retorted.

“I did not force you to polish your plate tonight, boys. You chose to. In fact, you’ve been snooping around with your theories and indignation, yet you still continue to gorge yourselves day in and day out.”

“Yeah but you’re doing this to get off. It’s perverted.”

Scott laughed, “Don’t pretend you aren’t aroused by how fat you have gotten, or how Thompson’s shirt can’t even stretch over his belly…”

“No,” Liam shook his head while Thompson remained silent. “I’m… not. I’m not into… fat guys.”

“Then prove it,” Scott grinned. “I bet you two can’t even kiss without getting a hard on.”

Liam was nervous by the amount of control Scott was maintaining. He felt in competition and was determined to prove him wrong. So he stood up, his belly sloshing with food and hanging noticeably out of his shirt, and stared at Thompson. Eagerly, Thompson stood up and met his counterpart’s gaze.

Standing on each side of the table with Scott in between them, they leaned forward until their lips met. With their bellies accidentally resting on their dirty plates, they kissed. But Scott was right, they couldn’t resist. Both men were already sprouting boners as they continued locking lips and swapping spit.

The men slowly gave into their lust and desire, their hands reaching to cup each other’s faces as they made out. Thompson was the first to reach for Liam’s hefty stomach, but they were a bit too far apart. So clumsily he hoisted himself onto the table causing the dishware to clatter and shuffle about. Liam instinctually followed suit until they were both atop the wooden table, pawing at each other and causing a mess.

Scott was too aroused by watching the scene unfold to smugly point out that he was correct. For months he had fattened these boys up and lit a dormant fire within their swollen bellies. Without saying a word he had instructed them on the ways of fatness, on how to relax and enjoy oneself, on how to luxuriate in every inch of one’s body. Finally, here before him, he was seeing the fruits of his labor. He had let two absolute gainers out of their cage. He had unleashed the sumptuous combination of lust, hunger, desire, and growth within both these men and was watching it unfold before his very eyes.

Liam and Thompson both kneeled on the table facing each other, their bloated stomachs hanging side by side and heaving with heavy breaths. They were so full and pent up with desire that they were already sweating whilst making out. Both of them rhythmically moved their hips and stomach, pressing their fat against one another. Their hands traversed the new peaks and valleys that composed their bodies.

Neither man had ever experienced fatness, on their own body or on the body of a lover. The soft firmness of each other’s all encompassing girth electrified every touch. The manner in which the fat moved around under pressure, under hard grips and heavy touches, malleable but resolute, caused them to slip into absolute revelry. Their bodies felt as expansive as the ocean with depths and crevices they could explore for hours. They were becoming lost in the sensation of their chub becoming one.

Eventually Liam found himself on his back, splayed out atop the table. His belly sat atop him like a mountain top, contracting and expanding with each heavy breath, pinning him down with its weight. Thompson straddled Liam’s lap. They were both wearing only their underwear. Massive erections stained the cotton fabric with precum. Thompson’s ass was so overgrown that his briefs were tearing all around his rear.

Thompson slowly grinded atop Liam’s cock, his belly spilling forward and meeting Liam’s own. Leaning forward, Thompson placed both hands on Liam’s belly and began massaging the dense layer of chub. He gave the occasional jiggle, watching the force of his hands send waves through the plush dough. With heavy lidded eyes he looked at Liam, and then at Scott, and then back to Liam.

This was the greenlight Scott needed. He joined the action. He lifted a bread roll dripping in butter to Liam’s lips. Liam hesitated briefly before taking a large bite while holding eye contact with Thompson. Thompson gripped two handfuls of Liam’s belly, causing the fat to dimple beneath his strength. His hands traveled north, where Liam’s pecs had softened a bit, and took one in each hand. Liam moaned with his mouth full.

With Liam still munching on the bread, Scott removed the boys underwear, freeing their erections. He also dropped his own pants revealing his utterly massive cock. He was already hard from watching the scene unfold and began pumping his foreskin back and forth. Thompson continued to feed Liam as Scott fed Thompson. At this point all hands were on bellies or cock or food, switching between each one.

Liam’s moans continued to heighten in intensity. He was losing himself in the moment. Not long ago he was ready to lead a crusade against Scott’s predilections and now he had absolutely submitted to them. The stretch of his stomach felt just as good as Thompson grinding atop his cock. He was experiencing a full body pleasure he had never felt before.

Without much effort, Thompson slid Liam’s cock inside his massive rump and continued his rhythmic motions atop it. Liam was in ecstasy as Scott fed him and Thompson rode him. He had little control over himself, only occasionally squeezing his own fat or gripping at his fat pad. After about ten minutes Thompson dismounted and thrust Liam’s fattened legs into the air.

Scott lubed up Liam’s hole with cooking oil and Thompson inched his way inside. Liam had no control over what was happening. He had surrendered to pleasure and gluttony as Thompson began to fuck him. His moans were reaching fever pitch, surely echoing throughout the Inn, and so Scott placed a shiny red apple in his mouth.

Scott sat back down at the head of the table, stroking his cock, while he watched his two prized piglets smash into each other. Their rolls of fat jiggled and wavered with each movement, slick with sweat and flushed pink with desire. Thompson was entranced by the way Liam jiggled beneath him whilst Liam was lost in the haze of prostate stimulation.

It didn’t take long before the apple shot out of Liam’s mouth and he began squealing like the pig that he was while reaching orgasm. Come shot out of his cock and launched several feet into the air, raining down around the table. Thompson’s mouth dropped open at the sight of this and he quickened his pace until he was pumping Liam full of his own spunk.

As the two men slumped atop each other, mounds of flesh and fat, still breathing heavily, Scott stood up at the head of the table. His cock was about a foot from the action. He stroked it a handful of times before shooting a load that splattered across both men, icing them like cake, anointing their chub. Leaning forward, he patted Liam’s stomach, sticky with come.

“That’s my boys,” Scott grinned.