Thanksgiving Delight: Chapter 3

8 years later

Graham’s stiff morning wood pressed into his fleshy abdomen as he sat up in bed. Every morning Graham was filled with pride and satisfaction over the girth resting at his midsection and every morning he took a moment to lovingly caress his overgrown stomach. He always dreamed of being a chunky guy and now that he was one it felt surreal, even if it came at a cost.

Following Thanksgiving 2013 the gravity of his gains could be felt figuratively as well as literally. Things changed after his mom walked in on him and Mark. Obviously, Mark swiftly got the boot. But things were not quite the same after that. Thanksgiving was cancelled year after year until it became clear that it was no longer a tradition that would be observed. Plus, Graham was on shaky ground with his mother for a few years after.

There was obvious resentment over Graham ruining their relationship. Plus, it’s just plain horrifying for a mother to see her son in the midst of gay sex, let alone orgasm. And then there was the final layer of trouble, a layer of fat if you will. There wasn’t any hiding that it was gluttony that brought Mark and Graham together. The evidence was smeared all over the table, caked on top of their skin, and stuffed inside their stomachs. Their mutual lust for furry luscious chub was contrary to his mother’s entire lifestyle.

Essentially, Graham was outed as a gainer. There was no going back.

And frankly, he liked it that way. Why bother hiding his sexuality from the world? Sure, he didn’t need to advertise it. It’s not like everyone needs to know all the fattening details. But regardless, his body was beginning to speak for itself. The evidence of his little kink hung on his waistline in the form of a gelatinous spare tire. It was just easier if his loved ones knew why he was expanding at such a high rate.

Granted, his mother wasn’t exactly accepting. She never confronted him directly on the subject, but engaged in subtle passive aggressions. Smug looks and knowing judgment abounded. This was difficult to be around and led Graham to distance himself from the family which he found difficult. On the flipside, it encouraged him to be more open with his friends about why he was gaining weight and what sort of men he was interested in.

Time and time again he was met with acceptance when coming out of the pantry. So much so that Graham was a little surprised. Not only were most people accepting, but some were even encouraging. It seemed that more people had a casual interest in gaining and/or encouraging than was popularly believed. Several of his female friends admitted they found chunkier guys preferable and some even encouraged Graham to polish his plate or go for another round when they were out to dinner. Even the most fit gym rat circuit party gays he knew confessed to being attracted to a little extra cushion. Left and right he was receiving encouragement and admiration for being a thick boy with a big appetite who was attracted to the same.

Some of his friend’s would even share compliments when he was looking particularly plump or beefy. Occasionally, this would be punctuated with a belly pat that always seemed to leave both parties somewhat aroused. With such acceptance Graham had taken to wearing clothes that were usually a bit too small. Not to the extent that they didn’t adequately cover him up, but just tight enough to show off every dimple and curve.

Moreover, random hookups via apps or bars were often admirous of Graham’s girth. Of course, he was turned down plenty for being overweight, but he found that guys of all body types were into men with some meat on their bones. All of this led him to the conclusion that thicc was indeed in vogue. This only made gaining all the more guilt free.

So Graham did just that: he ate. A lot. When Graham was first outed with Mark he was weighing in at 5’11” and 173 pounds. That was about a 50 pound gain from the year prior. A significant amount, especially for someone who had been bony all of their life. Those 50 pounds had left him with a significant paunch, a sizable booty, and an appetite that was ready for more. He enjoyed the way his body jiggled and bulged in a manner he had never experienced. He was ready for more.

Unfortunately, his mother cut his food budget significantly that year which made gaining difficult. He kept his calories up with junk food and fast food but that was unsustainable long term. By the time he graduated he was down about 10 pounds to 160. Graham resented this fact and was determined to get those ten pounds back plus some.

He secured a solid office job in Seattle not long after graduating and found a nice studio apartment where he could begin his adult life. Out from under his mother’s thumb, he dove full force back into gaining. Graham committed fully to a GOMAD regimen his first two weeks living alone and instantly packed on the 10 pounds he lost in college. Although GOMAD wrecked his digestive system, this was a great jump start.

From there, Graham began cooking lavish home cooked meals with huge deserts and gainer shakes every other day. He was unrelenting. He kept his stomach uncomfortably full at all times, always grazing, always consuming. Those first few months of living alone were fabulous as he saw his waistline expand at an astronomical rate. Graham was putting on multiple pounds a week, outgrowing clothes left and right, watching his body expand before his very eyes.

After two months of living alone Graham had packed on a solid 30 pounds and was tipping the scales at 200 for the first time in his life. Everything felt different. His thighs were perpetually touching. A fat pad had begun to develop. The warmth caused his crotch to sweat more often. His belly was on the verge of an overhang with soft pink stretch marks around the love handles. Even his chest had begun to softly droop. His face had grown fuller with a double chin that emerged out of nowhere.

None of his clothes fit. He had to purchase an entirely new wardrobe which was a bit of a downer in terms of finances. Still, he kept the old clothes as mementos. Sometimes he’d even venture to the grocery store in a shirt he knew was inappropriately snug.

His body was also in shock from the rapid gains. He had developed acid reflux and was constantly fatigued from lugging around the extra poundage. It wasn’t always pleasant, but this is what he wanted. With all things considered, Graham decided to slow down a bit. He felt good at 200, it was a nice round number. Moving forward he wanted to slowly build a base of muscle while gradually growing plumper and plumper.

For the next seven years the numbers on the scale steadily climbed. Graham expanded his body alongside other aspects of his life. He received multiple promotions and was able to move into a much larger apartment in the heart of Capitol Hill. He had a steamy hookup on an airplane that set his sex life on fire. He hooked up with boys, big and small, who worshipped and encouraged his growing belly. He even fell in love for a couple years with a civilian turned gainer who ended up breaking his heart.

Now, almost a decade after a gluttonous gainer affair with his mother’s boyfriend, Graham laid in bed weighing 270 pounds and squeezing the excess adipose piled atop his midsection like a mountain of bread dough. He pushed it around, watching it sway and bounce, kneading the warm softness. His cock thrust to attention as it always did during belly play. With one hand on his cock and one on his belly, Graham closed his eyes and conjured memories from that fateful day when Mark straddled him across the Thanksgiving table with a swollen belly and mouths full of food.