The Holiday Party: Chapter 2

December 2021

Oliver greeted Maggy and made a beeline for the egg nog. He had been lost in reveries of Maggy’s last holiday party all day and hoped for a naughty reunion with Benjamin. The egg nog reminded him of that night, the taste of it on each other’s breath, the slosh in Benjamin’s swollen stomach.

They hadn’t communicated much since that night. Oliver was busy with school and didn’t need the distraction, but another frisky holiday romp would surely be welcomed. Besides, something about that evening brought a realization upon Oliver that not only did he enjoy bigger men, but he was curious about getting a bit thicker himself.

In the year that transpired Oliver had stepped up his appetite and put on a good twenty-five pounds. At times it felt awkward. Clothes were fitting differently and he wasn’t sure if he loved how the weight was distributed. He had grown somewhat bottom heavy, with a soft supple pudge that felt a far cry from Benjamin’s solid chunk. Nevertheless, he committed to the gains, and gulped down some eggnog.

A belch escaped Oliver’s lips when he heard Benjamin’s voice echo from somewhere across the room. He tried to suppress his nerves and casually looked around for the source. When he finally laid eyes on Benjamin he was first aroused and then disappointed.

Benjamin had also put on weight since last year’s party. Oliver gauged he too had stacked on a solid twenty-five pounds, maybe five or ten more. What was once a muffin top bulging above his waistline had evolved into a full-fledged gut. Benjamin was looking like a chubby guy. He wore a plaid shirt that was wrapped tightly around his chunk and straining at the buttons. As always, the girth suited Benjamin. He seemed destined to be a cub.

The disappointment came from the apparent fact that Benjamin was no longer single. He arrived with his arm wrapped around another man. Oliver wasn’t sure but it sounded like the guy’s name was Anthony. Anthony was clean cut and muscular with blonde hair and teeth so white they glowed from across the room. That was his type? Oliver was overcome with disappointment and insecurity. Suddenly, he felt very overweight and disheveled.

For the next hour or so Oliver mingled with the guests, always clocking where Benjamin and Anthony were in the room. They hadn’t acknowledged each other once despite both being acutely aware of the other’s presence. With lust, Oliver eyed the bulging pudge at Benjamin’s waistline. The man’s jeans were cutting deep into his pudge which accentuated the bulging fat wrapped tight beneath his button up. Oliver wanted nothing more than to undo those buttons and shower Benjamin’s bloated body with affection.

Unbeknownst to Oliver, Benjamin could barely keep his attention focused. He was too preoccupied with catching glimpses of Oliver. The twink with the innocent paunch had become incredibly juicy over the last year and Benjamin yearned for a taste. Oliver’s ass was noticeably bigger; an unavoidable bubble butt in painted-on jeans. A snug sweater indicated Oliver’s small belly had swelled in size as well and Benjamin was taken back to the memory of his thumb in Oliver’s ass as the twink’s paunch reverberated in pleasure.

From across the room, Oliver could sense tension arise between the couple. Benjamin began nervously popping pig-in-a-blankets into his mouth at record speed as Anthony shook his head and disappeared. Oliver took a deep breath and seized the moment. He approached Benjamin.

“Oh,” Benjamin gulped down the food in his mouth, surprised to see Oliver in front of him, “hey, how… are you?”

“I’m good. How’ve you been? You look good.”

“Fatter you mean? I can’t seem to slow down lately, I just keep growing.”

“It suits you, you know that,” Oliver winked and took a daring step closer so that their bellies were mere inches apart.

From this vantage, Oliver could see the slight double chin that Benjamin was developing beneath his scruff. His cheeks looked a bit fluffier too, flushed pink from wine and circumstance. Oliver wanted nothing more than for their lips to meet.

“You’re a bit plumper than I recall too. That booty of yours keeps catching my eye,” Benjamin said with a seductive grin.

“Oh, so you have noticed me…”

“Don’t pretend we haven’t been tracking one another from across the room since I arrived. And if I’m being honest, that ass has been the only thing on my mind this entire night.”

“So what’re you gonna do about that?”

Benjamin’s heart skipped a beat, “I… I’m here with Anthony. Christ… I don’t know what we’re even doing anymore.”

“Is that right?” Anthony said, reappearing out of nowhere.

Benjamin fumbled for words, “Anthony…”

“This is him I’m presuming,” Anthony said and looked Oliver up and down. “At least you both have an appetite.”

Oliver excused himself and went to the bathroom. He was completely overwhelmed by the scenario: stressed, horny, embarrassed, confused. He looked at his ass in the mirror. It did look good. It was plump and succulent with dimples of cellulite showing through the snug denim. He was glad it caught Benjamin’s eye.

A knock came from the other side of the bathroom door. Nervously, Oliver opened up. Benjamin rushed inside and closed the door behind him. They stared at each other in silence for a brief moment before clutching each other’s faces and kissing. Benjamin pressed his girth fully against Oliver so that he stumbled backwards against the sink, his ass cheeks filling the counter. Benjamin reached around and grabbed a healthy handful.

“Fuck!” Benjamin exclaimed and slapped Oliver’s rear.

The two men pawed at each other’s curves and rubbed their groins together. Benjamin felt solid as ever, his waist compacted with fat. Oliver couldn’t stop massaging the firm love handles bulging from beneath Benjamin’s button-up. The pressure caused one of the buttons to shoot off, which neither man noticed in their fit of passion.

Benjamin couldn’t get enough of Oliver’s rounded out rear or his soft and supple paunch. He lifted Oliver’s shirt and traced the man’s happy trail with his tongue before biting a mouthful of pudge and jiggling it side to side with his mouth. Next, Benjamin tore down Oliver’s pants and flipped him around. Benjamin was practically salivating at the full moon wobbling before him.

Oliver’s ass was creamier than a gallon of egg nog, dimpled with fat, and framed by subtle pale stretch marks. Benjamin gripped each cheek, his palms spread wide around their plush mass. He spread them open revealing a tuft of dark brown hair in the crack. Oliver was a tad sweaty from the commotion and Benjamin lapped the salty skin up eagerly. He sunk his face deep between Oliver’s jiggling cheeks, his hands moving northward onto burgeoning love handles.

“God I want to fuck you right now,” Benjamin purred coming up for air. “What have you been eating to keep this ass so fat? It’s like a mountain of meringue and papa’s ready for dessert.”

“Fucking do it then, fuck me already, eat me up.”

Benjamin stood and aggressively bent Oliver over the counter. He undid his pants and his belly fell forward triumphantly. Looking in the mirror, Oliver could see the fullness of Benjamin’s stomach hanging above a thickened fat pad and throbbing cock. His shirt had ridden up significantly and Oliver spied the missing button. Hungry for cock, Oliver bounced his ass up and down causing his cheeks to clap against each other. Benjamin looked mesmerized as he stroked himself in preparation.

As the tip of Benjamin’s prick, glistening with precum, met the rim of Oliver’s supple hole, something began vibrating on the floor. Benjamin looked down at his phone. Anthony was calling him.

“God FUCKING dammit!” Benjamin exclaimed. “Christ!”

Oliver’s heart dropped.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Oliver, I’m sorry, really. I gotta go.”

Oliver stared stupefied as Benjamin tucked his hard on into the denim he had clearly outgrown. Benjamin had to suck in immensely just to get the button closed around his waist. Nervously, he pulled his shirt down over his gut. Running his hand through his hair, he exited the bathroom, unaware that he was missing a shirt button and his belly was bulging through to the outside world. He was also oblivious of the pit stains under his arm or the fact that his face smelled of ass.

Oliver slumped half naked in the bathroom. His cock began to soften as the reality of the situation became clear and he was struck with despair. Tears burst forth uncontrollably for a few minutes before he stood up, composed himself, and drank some water from the sink. After some deep breaths, he emerged from the bathroom and quickly exited the party.