A Hefty Hideaway: Chapter 2

April

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Liam awoke to his stomach growling. Since checking into the Inn something had been awakened in him. He was constantly hungry. He stumbled out of bed and took a piss, catching himself in the bathroom mirror. Wearing only his briefs, Liam was surprised by his visage. The ripped physique he had spent so many years in the gym perfecting had softened considerably, primarily in the middle.

Liam had developed a paunch that stuck out prominently over the waistband of his undies. His thighs were also softer and less defined. With no scale to confirm, he reckoned he had gained about twenty pounds in the last month and feared what two more months at the Inn would do to his body. Scott was relentless with the meals and he had to admit that it was having a considerable impact. Sure his appetite had expanded considerably, but his mindset had also shifted to one of regular gluttony. He was eager to scarf down whatever was presented to him and found himself looking forward to every snack and meal. Hell, it simply felt good to kick back and indulge.

Despite getting comfortable and enjoying his stay, Liam maintained his inquisitive attitude. He was on assignment after all. Something was a bit fishy in regard to his and all the other guests' weight gain plus all the staff were lumbering around with hundreds of extra pounds on them. Sitting on the toilet, Liam downloaded a calorie counter app to his phone. Today he would track everything he and the guests were served at the Inn.

Liam squeezed into his favorite jeans, which were becoming difficult to button, and tossed on a T-shirt that left little to the imagination. He brushed his teeth and gleefully headed downstairs for breakfast. On his way, something caught his eye.

A new guest was checking in at the front. He was tall with broad shoulders and movie star good looks. He had jet black hair and green eyes that happened to meet Liam’s own as they passed. Immediately, Liam’s gaydar perked up as the two held lustful eye contact for a brief moment. Liam continued on to the dining room where a glorious buffet had been set up.

Stacks upon stacks of pancakes, a variety of gourmet syrups, fresh fruit, a mountain of eggs, sausage links as far as the eye could see, tons of bacon, and jugs of OJ and milk. This was a normal spread at the Little Brick Inn. All the boys in the room piled their plates high, smiles on their faces and hunger in their bellies. Liam was no different. He ate some of everything and went back for seconds, tracking the calories all the while, until his stomach was packed tight as a drum and he was ready for a nap.

He did just that, napping for over an hour before re-emerging around snack time. Heading downstairs, he scoped out the day’s snacking event. It was fruit and cream which didn’t entice, but what did was the new guest he had seen earlier reading a book in the events room. Liam made his move.

“You new here?” Liam inquired.

The man grinned, “I think you know the answer to that. I’m Thompson, and you are?”

“Liam. What brings you here, Thompson?”

“I need some R&R after getting kicked off my team for being a faggot,” Thompson retorted.

Liam refrained from taking the bait, “what sport was that?”

“Football. I was the running back. And what brings you here, Liam?”

Liam issued a slew of lies that seemed to bore Thompson. He could tell that Thompson was young and horny with a bad boy attitude. It would have been annoying if it weren’t for his chiseled good looks and penetrating eyes.

“The owner, Scott,” Thompson changed the subject, “he’s like stupid sexy, huh?”

Liam laughed, “He is a good looking man, I must agree.”

“Love a sexy older guy. What’s his deal anyway?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. But I sense something a little odd and I can’t quite place it.”

“I sense the same thing with you,” Thompson grinned devilishly, “but I’m not too concerned. What do you say we grab a beer and go for a walk?”

Liam agreed and they headed outside with two cold glasses in their hands. Liam was aroused and intrigued by this cocky younger man, though he felt self conscious of his gut wobbling beneath his shirt. His chiseled physique had always been a source of confidence when it came to flirting but now he had to rely purely on charm.

They made small talk while wandering around the grounds. The conversation was meaningless and clearly a distractionary tactic for Thompson to ‘accidentally’ bump into Liam or touch his arm flirtatiously. Neither man even knew what they were saying in this lustful dance of cat and mouse. Unable to help himself, Thompson cornered Liam by a tree and went for the jugular.

“Scott isn’t the only sexy older guy around here, huh?” he said.

Liam tried to avoid the obvious, “Uhh I guess some of the guests are a bit older.”

“Like yourself,” Thompson grinned.

Liam smiled and awkwardly shook his head ‘no.’

“Ah come on, you’re not fresh out of college. What with this dadbod you got going on,” Thompson placed a hand on Liam’s paunch and moved it up and down suggestively.

“Honestly, this is new. Something about this place…”

“Is odd, yeah yeah,” Thompson cut him off and stood so close they could feel each other’s breath on their skin.

He was provoking a kiss but Liam didn’t succumb. So Thompson bid him farewell and scurried off into the woods with glee. Liam was left fighting a hard on beneath his pants. His cock told him to go for it, to fuck the young jubilant football player, but his head knew better. He was on assignment. He had to resist.

By the end of the day Liam retired to his room. His stomach was swollen with food from the day’s stuffings, per usual. He felt heavy and catatonic. All he wanted to do was go to bed and jerk off to fantasies of Thompson bouncing on his cock. Instead, he had to write his notes for the day.

Sitting at his desk, Liam checked the calorie counter. He had consumed around 4,000 calories and most of those were from high fat foods. That was almost double what he needed on a daily basis. He squeezed the roll at his waist. No wonder he was gaining so quickly.