The Holiday Party: Chapter 4

December 2023

“You ready?” Benjamin asked.

“Sure am,” Oliver replied and knocked on Maggy’s front door.

Maggy opened the door and whooped with joy, “My goodness! If this was not coordinated then the holiday gods are truly smiling upon us.”

Maggy was referring to Benjamin and Oliver’s apparel. Benjamin wore a solid red flannel over his expansive midsection with gold suspenders framing his mass, while Oliver wore a gold cashmere sweater stretched over his rolls and a red belt largely eclipsed by his freshly grown overhang. Both men were about a hundred pounds heavier than last December.

They hugged Maggy and exchanged pleasantries before waddling inside to a fully packed party. As the men made their way to the kitchen for some booze they elicited numerous stares, head turns, and whispers. They knew there would be gossip. Not only had the two of them grown quite fat in a short amount of time, but their yearly drama had become a topic of conversation which meant arriving in tandem was sure to draw attention. Still, they didn’t anticipate this much attention.

“More egg nog?” Oliver asked as Benjamin poured himself a glass with rum. “We already killed a bottle each before the party. I don’t know if I can handle all this dairy.”

“Aw, how cute. As though that gut of yours isn’t sixty percent ice cream and forty percent cheese,” Benjamin shot back teasingly. He leaned in closer to whisper in Oliver’s ear, “Besides, I have good faith that fat pad of yours grows a solid inch with every bottle of eggnog you down.”

“In that case, pour it up!”

Benjamin chuckled, causing his belly to rumble inside his flannel. A friend nearby caught sight of this and commented, “Benjamin, you’re like the party’s very own Santa Claus with that beard and that belly!”

Benjamin raised his glass, “I’ll take it! Do you want to ask Santa for anything special this year?”

“Your confidence,” the friend replied and cheersed Benjamin’s glass.

Indeed, Benjamin was looking particularly jolly this year. He had developed a positively rotund shape. His stomach was the first thing anyone noticed when he entered the room. It’s firmness had given way to a bit of wobble in the past fifty pounds, particularly in the overhang. His neck had largely disappeared beneath his double chin and fluffy chest. Most of all, his salt and pepper scruff had developed into a beard that leant him even more of a Chris Kringle appearance.

In contrast stood Oliver, who had gone from a bit bottom heavy to an absolute chub. His once broad shoulders were now dwarfed by even larger love handles. His belly now crested out from beneath a softened chest framed by cakey arms. His ass was still hugely fluffy and hard to contain, supported by thighs so thick you could get lost in them. Even his famously chiseled face had finally begun to soften in the last twenty pounds. Whereas Benjamin had more of a barrel shape, Oliver looked like the Michelen man; caked in plush marshmallow and soft to the touch.

The party was more crowded than usual and both men were feeling claustrophobic in the cramped space with their new, larger bodies. On multiple occasions they found themselves accidentally bumping into people and furniture. Benjamin’s belly nearly shattered a blown glass vase. Oliver’s ass knocked two drinks over which embarrassingly created a scene both times. Their bodies had grown so fat over a short period of time that they simply weren’t accustomed to navigating highly crowded spaces. At almost every turn they were bumping into someone.

Still, the party was a blast. Everyone was in great spirits and growing more drunk by the second. At one point a game of charades brought everyone together. Benjamin ended up pulling ‘reindeer’ and blushed when he realized what he had to do. With great caution, Benjamin lowered his hulking body to the ground one leg at a time, stomach sloshing full of treats and booze, until he was on all fours.

For the first time he noticed something unusual. In this position, his belly fully rested on the ground, even pooling out a bit beneath him. Luckily, the alcohol discouraged the embarrassment he might have felt having all eyes on his oversized body. It didn’t really matter though. At this point in the night there was no question that everyone was fully aware of the two fattest and gayest guys in the room.

Someone guessed ‘reindeer’ quickly which meant Benjamin had to struggle back to his feet. In doing so he accidentally tipped over onto his rear, landing with a momentous thud that shook the whole house. Glasses clattered and furniture rumbled from the immensity of Benjamin’s heft landing on the floor.  Concerned looks abounded, but Benjamin broke out with laughter and everyone followed suit.

“With that, I think we’ve perhaps reached the end of charades!” Maggy interjected. “And before we go back to mingling, I would like to thank everyone here for making this party the highlight of my year every December. Cheers!”

Finally back on his feet, Benjamin interjected: “I’d like to add to this toast while we’re at it! Maggy, my dear friend, you are a saint for sticking with this beautiful tradition and bringing us all together year after year. I can only speak for myself, but you’ve brought such magic into my life. As you may all have suspected, Oliver and I are indeed an item. And if it weren’t for this party three years ago we never would have met.”

Maggy, on the verge of tears, wrapped her arms around Benjamin, as everyone smiled on sweetly.

“So, I only find it appropriate, “Benjamin continued,” if I use this occasion to once again struggle to perch myself on one knee,” Benjamin lurched to the ground and fished around in his pocket, “so that I may ask you, my dearest Oliver, to marry me.”

Oliver’s mouth dropped wide open, as did several partygoers, “Of course! I accept!”

The men embraced and the crowd went wild, cheering and crying and everything in between. The party got back into the swing of things and somehow Benjamin and Oliver found themselves in the bedroom, where it had all begun December of 2020. They noticed for the first time a bulletin board covered with photos, including about a dozen from holiday parties past. Looking for 2020, they found one with only Oliver in it.

“Can you believe that?” Benjamin asked. “Look how tiny you were, I forgot you were such a twink back then.”

“Crazy what a few years and some fat bear cock can do to a kid, huh? Besides, look at you in 2021, you’ve nearly doubled in size since then.”

“No way! Doubled is a bit of an exaggeration.”

Oliver turned around to face his love, “Well this wasn’t here before,” he said while pinching a thick roll of fat in Benjamin’s armpit. “And this… this has definitely grown quite a bit,” Oliver lifted Benjamin’s belly. Next, he stuck his hand down Benjamin’s pants and cupped as much fat pad as could fit in his palm, “And I dare say this has tripled in size. I’d wager it’s as big as your left ass cheek.”

Benjamin looked at Oliver with a fiery gaze.

“Judging by how hard you’re getting I’d say you like the idea of doubling in size,” Oliver continued. “So if you’re claiming I’m exaggerating then I think I’m going to have to work harder at feeding you.”

With that, Benjamin lurched towards Oliver. Their balance was off from drinking and their general weight gain, which sent them tumbling to the ground with a thud that could surely be heard throughout the house. With haste they struggled to undo their pants. Both were fully erect and salivating.

As soon as Oliver’s pants were off Benjamin dove in face first. He wedged his mouth in between Oliver’s fluffy fat pad and cakey thighs, lapping up the sweaty crease before investigating the former twink’s underbelly. Oliver’s hole was clearly hungry, so Benjamin turned him on his side with one leg in the air. These days this was the easiest position for them to fuck. Missionary was next to impossible and Oliver had too much ass to make doggy a reality anymore.

With a bit of egg nog spit, Benjamin slid right in as Oliver muffled his moans against a nearby rug. Benjamin slowly thrust his hips into Benjamin while looking up at the photo on the wall. The contrast between the man in the photo and the fat ass spread across the floor aroused Benjamin’s lust. He imagined what Oliver would look like with the next fifty pounds. Surely his belly would begin to crest out further, developing more of a mountainous shape like his own. And with the fifty after that, Oliver’s fat pad would begin catching up to his own, becoming an appendage unto itself.

On the floor, Oliver relished Benjamin’s weight atop him. Benjamin didn’t realize this but he was leaning heavily against Oliver in order to maintain his balance and stamina. Oliver enjoyed the heavy cushion of Benjamin’s hairy belly encompassing him. It was hot as a space heater and more plush than the softest bed.

Both men were beginning to smell, a recent development that Oliver particularly enjoyed. They were constantly sweating and deodorant only lasted a few hours. Oliver could smell and taste the musky sweat that emerged from Benjamin’s folds of pudge. He was so turned on that he thrust himself against his lover’s cock several times before developing a side cramp from the activity.

After about ten minutes both men realized they were probably too drunk to orgasm. Confronting this fact, Benjamin pulled out his cock and tucked it back into his pants. Their clothes were now covered with sweat and disheveled. There was no way they could return to the party like this, so they cuddled up in order to calm down. Each man rested their hand, now clad in an engagement ring, on the other one’s belly. With their heads nuzzled together, and their bellies full, they quietly dozed off.