Fattened in France: Chapter 3

Zach laid supine on his bed, bored, scrolling through Grindr. For breakfast he was given a small bowl of oatmeal with raisins, but he yearned for the expansive breakfasts Victor would prepare. He was hungry and horny and figured he could satiate at least one of those desires. Grindr didn’t yield too many interesting prospects, but one profile did stand out. There were three pictures, two of which were blurry and the third seemed awfully familiar. When Zach noticed the guy’s name was Miguel he remembered that this was someone who he used to hook up with about five years ago.

It was strange though, Miguel was beautiful but he seemed to be hiding behind pixelized and antiquated pics. Zach decided to message him. Sure enough, it was the Miguel he remembered with dark curly hair, poreless brown skin, and a huge uncut cock. Miguel seemed surprised and excited to be talking to Zach again, but this only made Zach nervous. How would this hung stud react to his weight gain?

The two continued to chat for a while, just catching up on things. They had never been extremely close, just fuck buddies, but they found it mutually fascinating to see how each other’s lives had developed. Zach always impressed with his Master’s in Architecture from a fancy French university, but Miguel one-upped him. After a freak accident, Miguel inherited his father’s limousine business and the millions that came with it at the young age of twenty two. Now he was twenty-four and had expanded the business into ride sharing nearly doubling his wealth.

Zach was certainly interested in meeting up after hearing this news. Despite the wealth and status, Miguel admitted he was quite nervous to meet. He conveyed that since the inheritance he’s been consumed with work, barely finding time to date, relax, or even work out. Resultantly, Miguel hadn’t had sex in about a year and had piled on the pounds. “I’m quite a bit thicker from when you last saw me,” he admitted.

Zach felt a wave of relief wash over him. He wasn’t the only one who had thickened up recently! He responded: “Have you even seen my profile? I’m a fatty too haha, I gained like 50lbs at school.” A silence befell the conversation and Zach began to get nervous. Maybe his weight gain was a turn off. Finally, a new message appeared: “I’m sure you carry it well. How about I book a room at the Avalon and we reconnect? Maybe order some room service for us fatties.” Of course Zach eagerly obliged and the two agreed to meet in several hours at the hotel bar.

Zach let his mom know he had a date with an old friend and would need the car. Next, he proceeded to plan an outfit. He had bought some new black pants that fit appropriately, but struggled to find a top to wear. He hadn’t brought any button ups and all the ones in his old room were too snug. He could get them on, but sitting down caused gaps to appear between each button. He had T-shirts that fit, but that seemed too casual for the Avalon. The only outerwear he brought was a sweatshirt that was also too casual. Out of desperation he tried on his old sport coat with a black tee underneath.

It fit, he just couldn’t get it buttoned leaving his gut protruding out prominently. It was the most appropriate outfit he could throw together, but it made him look positively fat. His belly was on full display and would likely only swell with drinks and food. He looked at the clock to discover the time was much later than he thought. The sport coat would have to do. He stripped everything off and hopped in the shower, cleaning out his butt in preparation for Miguel.

Zach arrived at the Avalon with butterflies and a couple pounds of Arby’s in his stomach. He hoped Michael would recognize him, relying on the fact that his face had stayed remarkably thin. He took a seat at the hotel bar not seeing any other gay men around. After ordering a drink he texted Miguel to let him know that he arrived. Miguel replied that he wouldn’t be there for about fifteen minutes making Zach slightly annoyed.

Zach was two drinks in and feeling a buzz when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He turned around to see Miguel’s smiling visage. The two hugged, their bellies noticeably bumping into one another. Miguel sat down to order a drink and the two made small talk. For a good ten minutes both men were mentally distant from the conversation while their eyes took in each other's widened bodies.

Zach figured Miguel had only put on about thirty pounds, but on the former jock’s muscular form he looked quite large. A pad of fat now hung significantly beneath Miguel’s square chin. He tried to obscure it with scruff but there was no denying the chub that was encasing his entire body. Miguel’s gut pushed prominently at his waistband from beneath a white button up, struggling against a woven leather belt. Still, Zach’s stomach was definitely pudgier than his counterpart, as it completely eclipsed his waistband while sitting. The most surprising thing about Miguel were his tree trunk thighs that looked like they were about to burst from his tight dress pants. One wrong move and they would surely tear.

Miguel sat very close to Zach, his legs spread wide to accommodate his meaty thighs and bulging package. Miguel seemed to notice that Zach was trying to resist looking at his junk and spread his legs even wider, putting on a show. The thin material of his painted-on pants left nothing to the imagination with the head of his cock and the curvature of each testicle fully visible.

The conversation stayed light and flirtatious while the men ordered another drink, their bodies drifting closer together. Zach could smell the bourbon on Miguel’s breath along with the faint whiff of some sort of food. Pasta perhaps? Their glasses almost empty, Zach mustered the courage to slide his hand onto Miguel’s thigh. He was surprised by the hardness of his quads, but discovered squishy fat closer to his crotch. As he caressed the man’s meaty legs they leaned forward for a wet sensuous kiss. Miguel suggested a round of shots before heading up to the room.

The second they closed the door to the hotel room Zach was pinned against the wall, Miguel’s tongue in his mouth. They pawed at each other’s bodies while sloppily making out. Clothing fell to the floor while they moved further into the palatial room. Zach was wearing only his underwear while he unbuttoned Miguel’s tight white shirt from the bedside. Miguel’s gut was finally exposed and hanging over his waistband as he crawled on top of Zach pinning him down once again.

Miguel’s cock was fully hard and looked like it would rip through his pants at any moment. He grinded it against Zach’s flabby gut until Zach couldn’t take it anymore and hurriedly undid the man’s pants. Miguel took his cock in one hand and smeared precum across Zach’s wet lips. He then thwacked it against Zach’s belly several times, sending ripples through the young man’s chub.

The two became frantically horny and were already close to orgasming. Miguel pulled a bottle of lube from the drawer and was fully inside Zach within seconds. Both men smashed into each other and writhed in pleasure. Zach laid on his back with his legs in the air while Miguel kneeled on the bed with his large hands pushing into Zach’s juicy thighs. While in missionary Zach’s body became a series of fat roles that looked like marshmallows squished together. Miguel pounded at his prostate with gusto, his bulk glistening and moving with precision.

Within only five minutes both men were shooting massive loads and shouting with pleasure. Zach’s splattered against the wall while Miguel’s could barely be contained within Zach’s ass and seeped out all over the bed.

“Whoa, that was short lived,” Miguel laughed.

“I didn’t expect to come so fast.”

“Neither did I.”

The two sat in stupefied silence catching their breath.

“Well,” Miguel began, “I guess that means we can order some room service and get our energy up for round two.”