The Gain Train

Gil stood in the dressing room of the store and buttoned the pair of 34” jeans around his waist. Where did this paunch come from? He’d worn 32” for almost a decade and suddenly they wouldn’t come close to buttoning,loose cut was fitting like skinny jeans,, and his ass could barely squeeze iton anything. He had to face the music and go up a size.

After almost a year of being in a steady relationship with his boyfriend Jared, Gil had gone from 165 pounds to 185 and it was really beginning to show. He was a little self conscious about it, but tried to embrace the body positivity rhetoric he was constantly seeing across his social media feeds. Besides, he told himself, he was 32 now and a little weight gain came with the territory. Nevertheless, he knew he couldn’t let himself get any closer to the big 200. He was drawing the line with these 34” jeans.

Jared practically mauled Gil when he returned from his shopping excursion. Jared was the younger of the two at 28, 6’, and 180 pounds of mostly muscle and a small pooch at the center. He was a pretty fit guy and typically performed as the top in the relationship.

It was the middle of the afternoon and Jared was furiously ripping off Gil’s clothes after seeing his boyfriend’s new pair of larger waist pants. In a matter of seconds he had Gil completely nude, his hands gripping his lover’s freshly fattened arse as they made out. Jared loosened his grip only to loudly smack Gil’s ass and then sumptuously knead it like dough. Jared then pushed Gil back onto the bed and licked his lips while staring at the surplus flesh of his prey.

He pounced atop Gil and worked his mouth down from Gil’s scruffy neck, to his hairy chest, and pausing momentarily to take a whiff and lick of his ripe pits. Gil had been sweating a lot more with the twenty pound gain and Jared was eager to lick up the pheromones. He then proceeded southward, towards Gil’s navel, fluffy and protruding from months of overeating.

With both hands forming a vague triangle around the gooey fat on Gil’s tummy, Jared gave it a good shake and grinned devilishly. Gil was beginning to notice a theme here, but didn’t let his thoughts wander too much as Jared’s tongue traced Gil’s happy trail up to his belly button. Having reached the apex of Gil’s extra chub, Jared wrapped his teeth around the paunch and sunk his face into Gil’s plush plumpness, shaking his head. At this point Gil could not deny what was giving Jared such a massive hard on.

As they fucked doggy style, Jared kept his hand on either Gil’s rump or belly. Regardless of the body part he kept his grip tight, rolling the fat between his fingers, massaging it sumptuously, or giving it a loud slap and watching it jiggle and roll. Gil was a little taken aback but tried to play it up for their mutual enjoyment. After they both came and were curled in each other’s arms, Gil broke his silence.

“That came outta nowhere,” Gil said.

“Yeah, I don’t know what came over me, I just couldn’t control myself,” Jared purred.

“I get the drift you’re enjoying this extra thickness I got going on.”

“Yeah…” Jared responded. “I guess, yeah um, I guess I am kinda into thick boys. I’ve been meaning to tell you actually. I’m actually like really into chubbier guys… Or moreso boys getting thicker, like the process… I think it’s super sexy.”

Gil tried to remain open minded despite feeling a little hoodwinked after a year together. They ended up talking it out and kept everything on good terms. But still, Jared’s kink was a lot to process for Gil. Did this mean the 20 or so pounds he’d put on recently had been orchestrated by his boyfriend? That seemed somewhat sadistic, but also… kind of sexy? Gil supposed he was at least happy that Jared was attracted to him. Still, what did this mean for their future? Gil supposed he wouldn’t mind if he gained a bit more weight, as long as he stayed under 200 pounds. But the thought of actively getting fat just felt wrong or perhaps selfish considering how many people are food deprived across the globe.

Gil wasn’t sure how to immediately respond to Jared’s kink, but he knew that he loved his boyfriend and they would take things as they come. They never broached the subject directly after that night but Gil could no longer ignore Jared’s infatuation with his baby love handles and jiggly ass. He didn’t mind the attention and was happy to have a thriving sex life after being single for so many years prior. Besides, it felt nice to know that he could let down his guard and eat whatever and whenever he wanted to.

As time passed and without the pressure to maintain a certain physique out the window, Gil found himself indulging a bit more than usual. New habits began forming such as eating two breakfasts every morning, and indulging in a filling snack or two throughout the day, drinking more frappuccinos than he’d typically allow himself, and lately even making desert with almost every meal. Why not? He enjoyed food and he enjoyed sweets. It felt great to eat whatever he wanted and Jared was more than supportive.

In fact, Jared was not so subtly encouraging this behavior. He’d casually remind Gil that it was snack time, keep ice cream stocked in the fridge, or suggest that they order an extra plate when they were out to eat. Gil began to think of these gestures as sweet and caring, making sure his boy was fed and happy. And indeed, Gil was feeling great.

After a month or two of living like this Gil was sitting just below 200 pounds. This was the threshold that he told himself he could not cross and once he saw the numbers 197 on the scale Gil knew he had to reel it back a bit. Not only had he grown a curvaceous belly that was difficult to conceal, but he was getting soft all over. A double chin spread beneath his jaw, his thighs began to fill out considerably, and his ass grew so fat that it was throwing off his center of balance.

Of course, Jared couldn’t get enough of Gil’s body, slapping, jiggling, licking, and gripping every succulent mound of flesh he could get his hands on. They were having sex constantly, sometimes three times a day. Jared had endless stamina and Gil was more than happy to offer up his fluffy rump to Jared’s insatiable lust. Gil had never experienced someone so aroused by his body which made 200 less of a terrifying number than he had previously thought.

Still, Gil slowed down on the gaining, or so he thought. He incorporated more healthy foods into his diet and went on long walks. He was feeling healthier and confident that although he was a bit chubby right now he wouldn’t grow any larger. Needless to say, he was utterly shocked when he weighed in at 215 pounds a month later.

He couldn’t believe it. How did that happen? His body didn’t feel that much bigger. Though his thighs had developed some subtle stretch marks recently. And when he sat on the toilet his ass definitely hung off the sides a bit. It was also getting harder, almost impossible, to suck in his gut. Then it struck him, he’d only been wearing sweats recently.

Gil pulled out the pair of 34” denim he had purchased not too long ago and stuffed himself inside. They wouldn’t even button. He tried on one of his favorite T-shirts. It barely covered his belly and was so painted on that he couldn’t wear it out in public. His button ups would not button. Even his hoodies would not conceal the weight. Only his oversized tees and sweatpants appropriately covered his plumpness. Gil had to face the music that he was getting fat.

He accepted this fact and drove straight to the mall, not allowing himself to second guess what he was about to do. Within an hour he had purchased a new wardrobe that appropriately fit his new body. This was his body now and he had to accept it, besides Jared was an advocate. On the drive home, memories of the last time Gil had gone shopping crossed his mind. That was the evening Jared came out about his little weight gain kink. Anticipating some steamy sex upon his arrivel home, Gil was sorely disappointed.

A handwritten note was left on the kitchen counter. Jared had broken up with him and provided absolutely no explanation whatsoever. Gil was stupefied. He’d spent over a year of his life with this person and he just disappears with no explanation? He wanted to throw up. He sat on the couch, his body oozing out around him. He had become coated in a layer of chub all thanks to Jared and now he was left alone with nothing but his appetite. How could this have happened?

For the rest of the evening Gil attempted to reach out to Jared but his number had been blocked. His self esteem had completely flatlined and he had no idea where to turn. Filled with self loathing he vowed to begin a fast, a first step towards reclaiming his old body. For the rest of the evening his stomach growled with an intensity he had never quite experienced.

The next morning Gil woke up famished and weak. He eyed the leftover pasta in the fridge but resisted. A tall glass of water did little to assuage his hunger and when a neighbor began frying bacon Gil lost it. A small bowl of cereal wouldn’t hurt, he told himself. Yet one bowl turned into two, and then three, and then he couldn’t stop. He ate the whole box and then chugged all the milk in the fridge. Next he broke into the leftover pasta and then the carton of ice cream in the freezer. One by one he eliminated the snacks in the pantry: chips, granola bars, pop tarts, apple sauce, anything he could get his hands on.

Gil was overcome with the desire to feed and feed, quickly losing himself in a fog of gluttony. He baked a frozen pizza and prepared cookies from scratch while it was in the oven. Then he ordered chinese food. For the entire day Gil did nothing but stuff himself to the gills. He barely had a thought in his head other than: “eat more.”

His stomach swelled outward and ached as he stretched it further and further full of food. The only thing that brought his gluttonous rampage to an end was the need for sleep. With a cookie still in his hand, Gil passed out on the couch surrounded by a mess of wrappers and dirtied dishware. The next morning, Gil consumed the cookie still in his hand. One taste of the sugar pulled him back into the same headspace and he continued eating at the velocity he had the day before.

Day after day Gil continued like this, breaking only for work or to go to the store and procure more food. After two weeks of living like this he had gained 18 pounds-- over a pound a day. His stomach now hung out from under every T-shirt he owned. Children and adults alike gawked at him at the grocery store as he piled his cart full of food. It would have looked as though he were shopping for a family of five if it weren’t for his rapidly growing body bouncing around beneath outgrown clothes.

Even his neighbors began to notice. “Looks like someone cancelled the gym membership, huh bub?” said the old man on the first floor. His next door neighbor even went so far as to say, “it’s no secret where all those groceries you buy are going. Might want to invest in some bigger clothes chubs.” These comments stung for only a moment. Once food reached his lips all insecurity melted away. It was as though his subconscious was telling him that everything would be fine as long as he kept eating. Food was the only comfort he needed.

After a few months Gil had outgrown every last piece of clothing he owned and began ordering clothes from big and tall stores. The despair he felt over the breakup began to fade as did his comfort eating. Gil continued to eat large but it was less a coping mechanism and more of a way of life now. Being fat was simply becoming a part of his identity.

A year after Jared had broken up with him Gil was weighing in at 297 pounds, just shy of 300. Not too long ago he was terrified at the thought of crossing the threshold into 200, and now, over a hundred pounds later, 300 didn’t seem like that big of a deal. Hell, he didn’t even feel that big. Sure, his body was changing. Stretch marks were popping up here and there, he had to sit down to get his pants and underwear on, it was getting difficult to exit the car, he took the elevator up one floor, chub rub was becoming an issue, and his moobs were beginning to round out… but those were minor changes. He figured he wouldn’t really have to slow down until after the next hundred pounds. For now, it was smooth sailing.

One summer day as Gil was eating alone at a restaurant in a T-Shirt and jeans, his legs spread wide to accommodate the girthy stomach that hung between his thighs, a familiar face appeared. Jared? Could it be? Indeed, it was his former love. Jared, the man who pushed Gil onto the gain train from which he never escaped.

Awkwardly, Jared approached Gil in awe. He clearly couldn’t believe what a hunk of lard his ex had grown into. Naturally, Gil was upset upon seeing Jared, though somehow Jared smoothed this over and before they knew it they were having drinks and enjoying a light hearted conversation. They didn’t speak of what had happened a year ago, only of what was currently going on in their lives.

Jared of course inquired about Gil’s weight, to which Gil didn’t really know how to respond. The elephant in the room was that Jared had kickstarted Gil’s gains, but Gil saw no reason to acknowledge that. Sure, Jared was the catalyst but these days Gil was fat and happy on his own. He simply liked to eat and didn’t mind his ever-swelling body. It had nothing to do with Jared anymore.

Several drinks later both men were incredibly tipsy and Jared invited Gil back to his place. Jared lived on the third floor of an apartment building with no elevator. By the time Gil made it to the apartment almost fifteen minutes had passed and he was exhausted. Sweating bullets, he peeled off his shirt and plopped down on Jared’s couch which groaned beneath him.

Jared patted his former boyfriend’s momentous belly, his eyes dilated with lust. Gil was still catching his breath and so Jared began helping himself to Gil’s obesity. He caressed Gil’s belly with both hands, fingering the stretch marks that curved along his overhang, squeezing squishy handfuls of the love handles that ballooned over his waistband. Jared luxuriated in the plushness of Gil’s growing moobs and fattened ham-like arms, replete with a small roll in his armpit.

Both men were becoming erect as Gil’s breathing finally normalized. Jared stripped naked and Gil noticed that he too had put on some weight in the past year, maybe twenty pounds or so, but he didn’t really care. All Gil wanted was one of Jared’s famous blow jobs. Gil struggled to remove his pants which didn’t really fit anymore. He didn’t even know what size they were. Jared assisted and finally Gil was completely nude and dripping precum, but that was barely noticeable. His belly and fat pad were encumbering the majority of his cock, especially when he sat down.

Jared licked his lips in anticipation. With both hands he dug out Gil’s erection from the puffy fat surrounding, and began stroking. Gil spread his gelatinous thighs further apart in an effort to make room, but that did little as his thigh fat just filled the empty space. After a couple minutes Jared took Gil in his mouth.

Jared could taste the sweat and musk that had developed from the folds of flesh surrounding Gil’s cock. The flesh that had only ripened with the intensity of climbing three flights of stairs. The more cock he took down his throat the more his face sunk into Gil’s luscious fat pad. He began to lose himself in the rhythmic motion, the undulating flesh, and the intoxicating flavors. His hands gripping fattened thighs and belly as he sucked, jiggling the sensuous chub surrounding him.

Gil was pleased that Jared had retained his excellent dick sucking skills. His ex lover was clearly infatuated with his plumper form and going to town with his mouth. He wanted to see Jared’s face, to see his cock crazed eyes and dumb expression, but the mountain of belly fat between them prevented a clear line of sight. So instead Gil sat back and enjoyed himself. It didn’t take long before he was close to orgasm, and then shooting gobs of come down Jared’s eager throat.

After Gil came, Jared stood up, mashed his erection into Gil’s gut and began thrusting. Gil pushed him off. Jared sat next to him and began jerking while squeezing Gil’s thighs. Gil stood up from the couch, with a bit of difficulty. He pulled on his pants, not bothering to button them, and threw on his shirt. Jared stared at these actions in disbelief.

“What the fuck? Gil?” Jared said as Gil made his way towards the door. “Gil, are you serious? C’mon just let me get off it’ll be quick, I’m almost there.”

“Fuck you,” Gil laughed and waddled out the door.