A Hefty Hideaway: Chapter 4

Liam lounged poolside, a large margarita and a good book in his hand. As the seasons changed and the summer heat and humidity hit Mississippi, Liam became particularly lazy and sluggish. After four months at the Inn he had grown quite fat and the only way to tolerate the ungodly combination of fat rolls and humidity was to get drunk outside by the pool. So, that’s what he did day after day.

In fact, that’s what most residents of the Inn were doing. They splayed their bodies, doughy with rolls of chub at every angle, across lounge chairs and soaked up the sun. Covering the patio were heaps and mounds of overfed men. Their bellies were slick with sweat and glistening in the sunlight while they noshed on snacks and guzzled sugary drinks.

The Inn had been at capacity for two months now which meant that everyone was a regular and everyone had put on weight. There wasn’t a bony butt or exposed ribcage in sight. Every guy had succumbed to a relaxed gluttony that was becoming encouraged and celebrated amongst them. At dinner, they would root on whoever ate the most and often bragged of how full and bloated they were. Even Liam and Thompson were getting sucked into this groupthink.

Thompson wobbled out of the Inn with a strawberry daiquiri and a grin on his face. He had now outgrown Liam in size. His belly had rounded out and dropped into an overhang in record time, the bottom few inches of which he was constantly pinching and playing with.

He wore a speedo that could barely contain his girth. His belly eclipsed most of the waistband and what was visible was stuffed full of fat pad and cock. From the back, a good third of his cellulite-coated ass cheeks hung out in all their gelatinous glory. He seemed to be aware of this and walked with a heavy step that pronounced the jiggle of his ass and gut.

Sitting down next to Liam, Thompson said, “Can you believe this?” He slapped his gut, gulped down some daiquiri and continued, “I sure hope your conspiracy theory about Scott fattening us up is true so that I don’t have myself to blame for this beast of a tank I’ve put on. You want a sip?”

Liam set down his book and swung his legs around to sit up. His thighs spread out several inches on each side while his stomach rested in his lap. He could feel the humidity most acutely in three spots: his ass crack, his double chin, and where his arms met his sides. Thompson looked eager as always, his face and hair wet with sweat and his stomach remarkably engorged as always. Liam took a sip of the daiquiri.

“I mean look at this thing,” Thompson continued, “it’s bigger than yours now. And so soft dude, feel it.”

Tipsy and lacking restraint, Liam gripped Thompson’s overhang firmly. His fingers slid under Thompson’s fuzzy belly close enough to the man’s cock that both of them felt their heart skip a beat.

“Hefty,” Liam muttered.

“Squeeze my love handle, I dare you. It feels like a giant gummi bear, I can’t believe it.”

Liam did as he was told, taking a meaty handful of Thompson’s left love handle and then his right. Liam rolled the fat around in his fingers with his face inches from Thompson’s. He was challenging the former athlete, goading him to take things to the next level right there in front of everyone. Thompson stood up abruptly, turning around so that his ass was right in Liam’s face.

“My ass is incredible too. Talk about a bubble butt, right? It’s so fucking fat now.”

Liam stood up slowly behind Thompson. With one hand on Thompson’s love handle, the journalist grabbed Thompson’s bare overflowing ass cheek with all the vigor his overweight body could muster.

With his head over Thompson’s shoulder, Liam purred: “Quite the handful big boy.”

And with that, Scott dramatically stepped onto the patio and announced an ice cream feast in the dining room. With a surprising speed considering the guests’ usual sloth-like behavior, everyone rushed inside with bellies bouncing.

Thompson turned to face Liam. At such close contact, their bellies brushed together as they made eye contact. Thompson grinned, then turned away and followed the herd towards the ice cream. Liam watched Thompson’s ass cheeks wobble away in all their glory, his hard on stiffening with every second. Before going inside, Thompson turned around and gave Liam a wink.

Flustered beyond belief, Liam ignored the tasty treats and rushed to his room to jerk off. His exchange with Thompson had flooded him with desire. He yanked at his erection recalling the softness of the ass he gripped, the rotundity of the associated belly. Fantasies of Thompson downstairs gulping down buckets of soft ice cream while his rear and stomach swelled larger and larger crossed his mind.

Somehow, his conversations with staff members crossed his mind. How they all had been former guests at the Inn, how one could only assume that they checked in at normal weights. Was that what was going to happen to him? To Thompson? Were they going to grow fat beyond belief and never leave the Inn? Unexpectedly, Liam shot a massive load across his room. He slumped in the corner, his heart still racing. What was happening to him?