The Holiday Party: Chapter 3

December 2022

Benjamin was kicking himself for the McDonald’s he had scarfed down in the car on the way over. He was the fattest he’d ever been and concerned about his appearance, and the fast food bloat wasn’t helping the matter. He tugged down at the hem of his sweater after hugging Maggy and instinctually headed to the kitchen.

The house was warm and Benjamin felt heavy and insulated. He began sweating almost immediately and almost removed his sweater before remembering the tee he was wearing underneath was laughably small. He wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to regulate his breathing. Such efforts were in vain as he entered the kitchen.

Was that? It couldn’t be… Benjamin spied what he thought was Oliver from behind. The man had the same sandy locks and broad shoulders as Oliver, but was significantly fatter. He wore a cream colored mock neck that clung tightly to the rolls at his side and was on the verge of riding up at the lower back. Loose fit denim did little to conceal the expanded ass cheeks and girthy thighs planted firmly in front of the buffet.

The man turned around. Sure enough, it was a much plumper Oliver standing before him. Somehow, Oliver’s face retained it’s chiseled features while the rest of him was swollen with chub. They locked eyes in a moment that left both of them anxious and unsure how to proceed. Finally, Oliver broke the silence.

“Hey, Benjamin,” he said coldly and looked away.

Taking a bite out of a heavily buttered roll, Oliver stepped around Benjamin and out of the kitchen. Benjamin, confused, hurt, and mesmerized, couldn’t help but turn around and watch as Oliver’s ass sauntered away.

Flustered, Benjamin poured himself a tall glass of eggnog and rum. He gulped about half of it down in one go and refreshed his glass. The larger he got, the more it took for him to get drunk. And he knew he needed to get drunk if he was to make it through this evening. He proceeded to grab a plate and pile it up with food before exiting the kitchen.

Stepping into the living room, Benjamin’s eyes immediately landed on Oliver. The former twink was sitting on a footstool with his back once again to Benjamin. Only this time, his sweater had fully ridden up, and his pants down, revealing his lower back. Blooming love handles escaped the hem of his shirt as the juicy upper portion of his ass cheeks bulged above the waistline of his pants. Benjamin licked his lips lustfully and took another swig of spiked eggnog.

As the night wore on, Benjamin got looser and looser while his clothes seemed to be getting tighter. The alcohol melted away his prior anxieties around his size as he continued to gorge himself throughout the evening. In fact, in the midst of conversation with an old friend, Maggy interrupted to tug down the hem of Benjamin’s sweater. Apparently his belly had been hanging out for god knows how long.

Benjamin stepped into the bathroom to compose himself. It was the same bathroom where he and Oliver had almost fucked last year, and all those memories and desires came flooding back. He looked at himself in the mirror. In the short walk to the bathroom a crescent of belly had freed itself once again. He lifted his sweater and stared at his gut. He was beginning to develop stretch marks. His weight was out of control, and yet… he kind of enjoyed it? Oliver definitely seemed to enjoy it. Hell, Oliver was no longer skinny himself. Benjamin pulled down his sweater, exited the bathroom, and headed towards the kitchen to reload the tank.

As he rounded the corner he ran straight into Oliver, belly to belly, causing Oliver to spill a bit of eggnog on himself.

“Woah, I am so sorry. Shit,” Benjamin muttered.

Oliver, with a lustful gaze aided by alcohol, replied, “it’s fine, it’s the same color as the sweater.”

“Not to mention your skin,” Benjamin was surprised by his own forwardness.

“That is true,” Oliver smiled and looked down.

“Except for now, because you’re blushing. Here, let me refill your glass.” Benjamin returned with a fresh one and cut to the chase, “So why are you being so icy to me? This is usually a big party for you and I.”

Oliver laughed indignantly, “Yeah, maybe that’s why…”

Benjamin sighed, “I don’t know how else to apologize about last year. Anthony is in the past now, you know that. I… I was looking forward to seeing you tonight.”

“Is that so? Because we were texting last month and then… nothing.”

“God, I’m such an ass. I have an excuse but why even bother. All I can say is you look fucking sexy in that sweater and all I can think about is getting it off of you.”

“Your sweater doesn’t even fit. Did you know that? I can see some belly poking out.”

“I thought you might enjoy a tighter fit,” Benjamin coquettishly grinned and pushed his belly even further forward, “though it’s a bit tighter than it was three hours ago.”

“It’s probably that jug of eggnog you single handedly destroyed. Gotta leave some for the rest of us big boys.”

“That’s true, since you are looking mighty thick these days I imagine you can hold your own.”

“I can hold my own,” Oliver scooped up his belly with both hands and then let it drop with a jiggle. “But I enjoy holding others too…”

A slow version of ‘All I Want for Christmas’ began playing on the stereo as both men flushed red in the face while locking eyes. They wanted the same thing, yet were equally hesitant to express their desires.

“Care for a dance?” Benjamin finally asked.

The two love birds sauntered out to the dance floor and took each other in their arms. Up close they could smell the sweet egg nog on each other’s breath. Benjamin’s face looked scruffier than usual and Oliver spied a more developed double chin than he’d seen in prior years. Even Benjamin’s chest, usually firm with muscle, was looking a bit softer. This lent Benjamin a more bearish quality than ever before. Oliver yearned for a cozy bed in which he could nuzzle his face into Benjamin’s warm bosom.

With his hands on Oliver’s waist, Benjamin discovered just how doughy the former twink had become. That little paunch from 2020 had spread into a full-fledged belly that wrapped around his sides to form squeezable bulging love handles. Both men were emanating heat like radiators as they became cozier on the dance floor.

Oliver snuck a hand down to pinch Benjamin’s exposed belly between them, “I like this, if you couldn’t tell,” he said.

“I like this,” Benjamin replied whilst gripping a love handle, “and this,” he continued while moving his hand lower to Oliver’s buttocks. “And this is new,” his other hand slipped under Oliver’s sweater and pinched a succulent side roll. “You like getting thicker, huh?”

Oliver nodded, “Since our first time, that first taste of your so called ‘dad bod,’ I’ve been obsessed with big guys. You lit something inside of me.”

“Whatever I lit seems to be growing…”

They locked lips softly, relishing their scruff intertwining, their fat pressed together. Their cocks filled with blood as their hearts fluttered in anticipation. Benjamin’s sweat and pheromones flooded Oliver’s senses with desire and he couldn’t help but subtly grind against the beefy man wrapped in his arms.

“I never planned on getting this big, but you’re making it sound fun to keep going. I do enjoy eating…” Benjamin trailed off.

“And the sex is better, don’t you think? The jiggle and bounce, all the new real estate to explore. More to love, as they say.”

“Fuck, you’re turning me on,” Benjamin purred.

“You’re turning me on,” Oliver gave Benjamin’s tank a squeeze

“Let’s get outta here, my place isn’t far.”

“Okay, but one thing before we leave.”

“What’s that?”

“There’s a bottle of egg nog and half a pie in the kitchen that has our name on it.”

Benjamin cracked a wide smile. “You’re speaking my language.”