Thanksgiving Delight: Chapter 5

Graham and Mark were seated across from each other at the dinner table. Graham was flustered and struggled to maintain conversation with his guests. His full attention was on Mark. Just as in Graham’s masturbatory fantasies, Mark had continued to put on weight in the years since they first met. He’d gone from chubby dad to fat lumberjack. Seated at the table, his belly spread in every direction, firm but plush, and wrapped in a knit sweater.

He’d grown more of a beard, closely cropped, likely as a failed attempt at concealing the jolliness of his cheeks and double chin. The strong pecs above his belly looked as if they had grown a soft few inches of fat over them, in tandem with the rest of his body. Graham had only a few moments to get an eyeful before everyone sat down, but it looked as though Mark’s legs had grown in circumference as well, like two tree trunks mashed together. It was surprising he could even find denim that fit comfortably.

Of course, each of these observations kept Graham’s heart fluttering and his cock at a permanent half-chub. After sitting down to eat, Graham made an awkward toast to the room, unable to ignore or escape Mark’s penetrating gaze. The man oozed sexuality, confidence, and dominance, and his seductive glare never broke from Graham.

As Graham sat down after the toast his own belly, clad in a cashmere sweater, accidentally knocked the edge of his plate causing it to clatter loudly. For the second time today his belly was getting in the way. Graham’s face turned beat red and Mark cracked a devilish grin. Seeing Mark’s reaction, Graham couldn’t help but grin himself.

The group began passing the food around as everyone piled their plates high. As they dug in, Mark and Graham held eye contact. Instinctually, both men knew what was about to ensue. This was going to be a competition and Graham was up for the challenge. Mark kicked things off with a heaping bite of food that he swallowed without once looking away from his prey, Graham.

Graham followed suit as they matched each other in pace and quantity. Bite after bite they dug into their food with nary a concern about those around them. Graham didn’t notice when a friend asked him a question or when someone spilled wine. His mind was clouded with three things: food, fat, and sex.

As time progressed Mark picked up the pace. Graham kept up as the two men demolished their plates while ravishing each other with their eyes, their mouths too full to speak. They went in on a second round along with the rest of the table. And then thirds. By the time they were on fourths most people were still finishing up their second round.

Graham didn’t want to admit it but he was reaching his capacity. From what he could tell, Mark had plenty of room left in his massive tank. Desert came out and the men dove right in. At this point, Graham could sense that his friends were getting wary as they perceived the gluttonous dynamic between the men. He broke eye contact to survey the table, pour more wine, and check in on his guests.

Everyone groaned of being full. One by one his guests excused themselves and departed. They all had an excuse but there was no avoiding the fact that they were trying to give Graham and Mark some space to do… whatever it was they imagined two gainers did. As Graham saw the last person off he closed the door and looked over to Mark who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. They both grinned.

A sliver of Mark’s pale belly hung exposed from his sweater, surely intentional. He stared at Graham teasingly. As if to dare him to say something about it. Graham licked his lips and sauntered over to the dining table. He poured two large glasses of wine.

“Boy am I stuffed,” he groaned. “Cheers, to…”

Mark raised his glass, “To reconnecting.”

Mark stepped closer to Graham after killing half the glass in one sip. The air was heavy between their swollen bodies.

“Say, there’s plenty of pie leftover…” Graham trailed off.

Mark took a step closer so their bellies now made contact, “Oh yeah? What are you suggesting, tubs? Are you saying you’re still not full?”

Graham’s heart was beating a mile a minute. He gulped, “I have room. What, you don’t?”

Mark laughed confidently and turned to the kitchen. He held two pie halves, one in each hand, and dropped them on the table next to them.

“Go on then,” Mark prompted.

Graham took a seat. Mark did the same. Graham handed a fork to Mark.

“No, no forks my boy.”

Graham was fully erect as he broke off a sopping piece of pie with his hands and took a bite. He nodded toward the other pie, prompting Mark to join in.

“No, these are both for you. You said you had room, fat boy. Prove it.”

An animalistic urge overwhelmed Graham as he began sloppily shovelling the pie into his mouth with both hands. He imagined himself growing fatter by the minute as Mark watched over him.

“That’s the piggy I know,” Mark said while fishing a joint from his pocket.

He sparked it and took a long drag as Graham swallowed more pie. With a grunt of relief he undid his pants and yanked out his cock. Engorged and heavy, he stroked it a few times, joint still in his mouth, while Graham’s eyes dilated in delight. Graham shoved the last bit of pie in his mouth and looked up at Mark, red in the face, pie smeared all over his mouth and cashmere.

“Good job, Graham. Here, take a puff,” Mark chuckled, “you know, tradition and all,” he finished with a wink.

Graham leaned back and took a drag.

“Take off your clothes,” Mark demanded. “Show me that gut.”

Graham stood up, and peeled off his sweater and undershirt. His belly was bloated beyond belief and glistened in the pale light. Next he undid his pants and threw them aside. His erection stood straight out from underneath his underwear. Mark nodded for him to keep going, and Graham followed orders. Standing naked, Mark prompted him closer so that Graham was standing in the middle of Mark’s manspread, both their cocks pumping out precum.

“I could tell the second you laid eyes on me that you were gonna be a fat boy someday. I saw that little pig brain of yours light up and I could instantly relate.”

“You were… the sexiest man I had ever seen, still are. The way you rolled around in that wife beater slamming back beers all those years ago. My god…”

“And now look at you. You’re probably bigger than I was back then. You had to have gained what? 50? 70 pounds?”

“100,” Graham said with pride.

“My god,” Mark said and patted Graham’s tank admirously.

The second Mark’s hands made contact Graham’s cock slapped against his gut in anticipation. Mark stood up and let his pants fall. They stood belly to belly admiring each other and then Mark belly bumped Graham aggressively, sending the younger man stumbling backward. Mark tore off his sweater so they were both nude and approached his prey.

Graham salivated over Mark’s furry overhang jiggling with each step as the older man approached him. Once they got close enough Mark bumped Graham again, even harder. This time Graham recovered and charged back forward but Mark’s girth was too immense and sent Graham flying back towards the dining table.

Mark shoved Graham one more time so that his ass plopped loudly atop the table. Mark grabbed a tartlet from nearby, shoved one end in Graham’s mouth, and wrapped his own lips around the other end. They consumed the treat in a swift bite and began to make out passionately. They lapped up each other’s faces as aggressively as they had devoured dinner.

Their fat bodies, sweaty and flushed with desire, filled the negative space between them as they made out. Their hands gripped and slapped at the rubbery pudge that encased each other’s limbs and midsections. As their cocks grinded together between fattened thighs and swollen bellies both men found themselves losing control and succumbing to hedonistic pleasure.

Mark, worked up into a predatory frenzy, spread Graham flat across his back onto the table. Graham’s rolls meshed with nearby sweet rolls and gravy, muffins, casserole, and a cornucopia of half eaten dishes. Mark grabbed handfuls of food to stuff down his piggy’s gullet, taking bites for himself as well. Both men were breathless and grunting like hogs, unable to contain their overwhelming lust for food and sex.

Instinctively, Mark’s cock approached Graham’s hole as they succumbed to gluttony. Taking a short break from feeding, Mark hoisted Graham’s heavy thighs into the air. Graham’s body wobbled from the motion as his fattened ass spread open to reveal his soft hairy hole. Mark slapped his cock, dripping in precum and gravy, against Graham’s hungry hole.

“Fuck me, fill me up. Fill every hole with come and calories,” Graham begged.

“You think you can handle it, fat boy? You think you can handle being so full you might burst?”

Graham nodded wildly, his food stained face hot pink with desire, “I can, I can, I need it.”

Mark grabbed two dinner rolls and stuffed them into Graham’s mouth as he slowly inched his cock inside Graham for the second time in eight years. Graham inhaled the rolls and growled “more” in a garbled tone. Mark grabbed something edible from nearby, he didn’t know what, and filled Graham’s pie hole as the rest of his cock slid inside the tubby twenty-something.

They began to fuck and their overweight bodies undulated in unison atop the table. Dishes rattled and some fell off the edge and shattered on the ground. Their bodies were covered in food and constantly consuming more of it, particularly Graham. The younger man’s cock was ready to erupt like a volcano and so his hands stayed preoccupied with grabbing hunks of gnosh he could stuff into his mouth. Occasionally he’d hold up a bite for Mark, who would bend over as much as their distended bellies would allow, and gobble it up.

The table creaked and wood could be heard softly splintering beneath the sound of Graham’s plump thighs and ass smacking against Mark’s own dense chub. Beads of sweat poured from every pore as their bodies became one, closer and closer to orgasm. Graham was so full that he felt pinned down by the weight of his overstretched stomach and the pile of belly fat resting atop it. He felt like a plate of jell-o atop the table, only heavier, slick, and wobbling to and fro beneath Mark’s ferocious fucking.

Mark was so mesmerized with watching Graham bounce and jiggle beneath him that he barely noticed the cramp he was developing from the physical activity, or the acid reflux from the stuffing. The fantasy of him and his pig growing fatter over the course of one meal, of Graham being completely filled with food and jizz, of how much fatter they’d grown in eight years, of what future Thanksgiving’s might hold, of how fat they were yet to become… it all electrified Mark into a state of orgasm.

A wave of ecstasy washed over him as his hips sunk his cock deep within Graham’s plush posterior, a wave of come bursting forth. Both men let forth animalistic shouts as Graham gripped his own cock and thrust himself against Mark’s. Their bodies collided aggressively as Graham shot come into the air like a fountain. As Mark thrust in for one final jism the wood of the table splintered loudly beneath them.

With no warning, the table collapsed flat onto the ground beneath them. Mark tumbled to the side so as not to crush his love, both of their hard ons still spurting come. They laid on the ground in silence, surrounded by gobs of food and broken dishes. Their bodies tingling and twitching from the intensity of the encounter. Mark’s cock continued to flex as though it wasn’t quite finished while Graham’s ass leaked the massive load onto a plate of food beneath him.

“That was… I’ve never… whoa,” was all Graham could get out.

Mark nodded. Both men were breathing heavily, still in a haze.

“Happy Thanksgiving, chubs,” Mark said with a grin.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Graham responded.