Target Weight

When Brett first moved to the city he was fresh out of college with a shiny new job for a gossip website. The world was his oyster and he was ready to make the most of it. Having grown up in a small town he never had much opportunity to meet other guys, let alone someone that might share his kink in gaining and encouraging, and this seemed like his big break. He had a cute studio apartment, a decent job related to his degree, and now all he needed was some good old fashioned fucking, maybe even a boyfriend.

Plus, living on his own, Brett was finally able to pursue gaining weight himself. With a slender athletic build he’d always struggled to temper his metabolism enough for anything to stick. However, with some disposable income and a place all to himself this began to change. It was hard work, but he was able to put on his first fifteen pounds of chub in five months. His belly had a little roll at the navel and his ass had some extra jiggle to it. He was happy and eager to share it with someone.

This was easier said than done he began to find out. The apps offered lackluster options and he only got attention from twinks. Ben liked twinks, but only if he could fatten them up and that was a bridge he didn’t know how to cross. He also went to bars, but was too shy to approach the beefy men he was attracted to. Still, he persisted and kept his options open.

Unfortunately for Brett, during his sixth month in the city everything went downhill. The website he worked for was bought out by a conglomerate and shuttered. Two weeks later the COVID-19 pandemic hit and the already limited amount of media jobs dried up. Brett was unemployed and couldn’t afford his studio any longer. He ended up moving in with a middle aged straight guy who posted a room on Craigslist.

Brandon was the guy’s name. He worked in hospitality and was equally unemployed. The apartment was nice enough and Brandon was friendly, but Brett couldn’t shake the feeling that his life was beginning to unravel. During this transition period he lost his cherished fifteen pounds plus some. This left him feeling insecure, lost and depressed.

One day Brett had a realization. Society was shut down so finding a boyfriend or fuck buddy was off the table. But he could still gain weight. Perhaps he could gain enough weight that by the time bars did reopen he could be beefy enough to attract the types of men he lusted after. Besides, he was depressed and don’t most people comfort eat when they’re depressed? He would give it a shot.

With that, Brett went full speed ahead on gaining weight. He blew through his food stamps every month on the most fattening foods he could stomach. Dairy became his best friend and fast food became a weekly occurrence. His parents sent money occasionally and all of it went straight to his gut. He bought some weights to help build a solid base upon which he could grow soft and spent every day pushing his muscles and stomach capacity.

With nothing else to do Brett gladly sunk into absolute gluttony and narcissism. He barely even kept this hidden from his housemate. Sure, Brett didn’t divulge the specificities of his kink, but he was proudly stuffing himself at every moment and relishing every centimeter his body grew. And grow it did. Within a month Brett had gotten back up to his highest weight and within three months he was finally looking pudgy for the first time in his life.

Naturally, Brandon was along for the ride as Brett’s eating habits began rubbing off on him. Brandon was already a stocky guy prone to weight gain and watching a gay guy let go right before his eyes gave him implicit permission to do the same. They were in quarantine! There was nothing else to do besides eat, play video games, and eat some more.

After a while both men were getting hefty. Brandon had put on a bona fide beer belly that hung out of his shirts when he was lying about at home. He acknowledged it often, cracking jokes about how it expanded with every meal. Brett joined in of course, as he was becoming thick in every direction. With fresh muscle and fat nearly none of his sweats fit comfortably anymore and this was a constant source of humor for the boys.

After about six months of lockdown Brett was feeling more confident about his body than ever before. His ass swelled noticeably and became criss crossed with white stretch marks. He busted out of several pairs of underwear and didn’t even bother trying on his old jeans. His shoulders seemed to broaden for the first time in his life and pecs began to form as well. This provided a solid frame for the wads of fat he was accumulating at breakneck speed causing his belly to push out several inches before him and gooey love handles to stick to his sides.

Stretch marks began appearing in more places. When they appeared on his velveteen inner thighs, bright red and itchy, Brett was initially concerned. Had he gone too far? Was he beyond the point of no return? But by the time they began popping up on the underside of his belly, and then near his arm pits, he found them entirely erotic. He wore them like a badge, a testament to his gluttony.

Two problems arose with his newfound lifestyle. First, and most importantly, his appetite was outpacing his wallet. Second, his skin was getting wrecked by all the dairy and processed foods he was consuming. He hadn’t experienced break outs like this since he was a teen, nor could he afford expensive cleansers. There was only one thing to do. Brett mounted another job search. After dozens of rejections from office jobs he finally bit the bullet and submitted an application to Target. He was hired promptly.

Dressed in his uniform and looking at his pimply face in the mirror, Brett felt a sense of dread. Is this really who he was becoming? He gripped a handful of belly fat that hung generously over his khakis. He was the fat faggot with bad skin who worked at Target. That was supposed to be his future if he stayed in his hometown, not in the glamorous metropolitan city.

Time began to move quickly once he was employed again. His days felt robotic and boring, but at the very least Brett rediscovered the value of comfort eating. His weight continued to climb. He was now too fat for most of the men on Grindr but was getting attention on Grommr at least. Not from anyone in his area, but attention nonetheless. He also found that the occasional cub or bear that wandered into the store would eye Brett’s curves admirously. Still, a little voice in his head reminded him this was only because his face mask obscured his acne.

As Brett was stocking shelves one day, his ass bulging in his khakis while his red polo shirt clung to his belly, he noticed an attractive guy checking him out. The man was around his age, maybe a little older, stocky with a bit of a belly, and noticeably angular features beneath his mask. Not knowing what to do, Brett continued stocking cleaning products. When he accidentally dropped a spray bottle the stranger dove in to help him out.

Brett thanked him as they held intense and flirtatious eye contact for several seconds before the man walked away. The interaction left Brett’s mind racing. Why didn’t he think to ask for his name! This was a great opportunity and it was squandered. Perhaps the handsome stranger changed his mind upon seeing him up close. Brett went home that day dismayed and with a backpack full of snacks.

The memory of that interaction lingered in Brett’s mind for the next couple months as he and Brandon continued to swell in size. Brandon had become a seriously beefy man in quarantine and by the time he returned to work in a limited capacity none of his old clothes fit. He was starting to bemoan how the weight impeded his mobility and constantly swore he was going to start on an exercise routine, though he never did.

Likewise, Brett was also developing a pretty imposing figure. He continued to do weight training, though his fat ballooned at a more rapid pace. His thighs rubbed together when walked, his belly was constantly bumping into things, and he was even developing fat rolls on his neck and back. Despite having only worked at Target for a few months, he had already upsized his uniform once and now things were getting tight once again. This time he was considering keeping the snug clothes until they were literally bursting at the seams.

One day, while lazing on his bed surrounded by a mountain of fast food wrappers, Brett got a notification on Grindr. It was a message from a person named Barry who somehow knew his name. How could that be? Then it hit him. The profile image belonged to the man with the seductive eyes all those months ago! Brett eagerly replied and before he knew it they had a social distanced park date set.

An hour before his date with Barry, Brett desperately clawed through his closet realizing he had nothing to wear. Everything he owned was at least one size too small and he was embarrassed to show up to a date spilling out of his clothes. His skin had finally cleared up a bit yet Brett couldn’t find a shirt that covered his overflowing gut. Frustrated almost to the point of tears, Brandon stepped in to save the day. He lent his roommate a rather boring Polo shirt that fit shockingly well for a XXXL. Brett paired this with some pants that were once loose fit but now clung like skinny jeans and wobbled off to the park.

On his way, Brett realized he hadn’t been to the park in ages, let alone walked there. He was breaking a sweat at the slightest incline and could feel sweat stains forming on the back of Brandon’s shirt. He would try to keep this fact hidden from Barry. Arriving at the park, Brett raised his hand to keep the sun from his eyes and surveyed the park looking for his date. He didn’t realize that this motion caused his XXXL shirt to ride up a bit exposing his navel. Barry waved at Brett from a short distance.

The two exchanged pleasantries as Brett set up his park blanket and sat down carefully in his snug denim. Brett was surprised to see that Barry was bigger than he remembered. Or maybe he had gained weight? Barry wore shorts that were suctioned to his barrel-like thighs with a belt that propped up a mound of belly fat in a snug graphic tee. Brett was definitely fatter than Barry, but Barry was still a big guy.

Each of them worked on a six pack as they got to know each other. Half way through they were buzzed and feeling flirtatious. Their park blankets had scooted closer together and their eyes grew hungry for one another. Somehow, the topic of weight came up and Barry revealed he’d put on fifty pounds in quarantine. He admitted that he was already a big guy and didn’t mind that fact, but the extra weight was starting to challenge his athleticism. He enjoyed bicycling and hiking and both those activities were getting harder with an oversized midsection.

Brett then revealed that he’d gained an unknown amount that he estimated to be about one hundred and fifteen pounds. Barry looked shocked. He couldn’t believe that Brett was a bona fide twink not too long ago and wouldn’t let the topic drop. What was Brett eating? How much? Did he have to buy a new wardrobe? What did friends and family say? Brett was beginning to think the two shared a certain proclivity for weight gain. As they pounded their sixth beer Barry invited Brett back to his studio.

They were making out as soon as the door of the apartment shut. They each pressed their guts against the other, swapping spit and pawing at each other’s curves. As they stumbled further into the house Brett caught glimpses of a pizza box and a half eaten cake and a trash can full of milk and ice cream cartons. Barry undid his belt revealing that his pants hadn’t been buttoned the entire time as well as the fact that he was wearing a jockstrap.

Front the front, Barry’s fat pad oozed out of the sides of the small piece of cloth covering his groin. He struggled to release himself from the shorts, his body bouncing from the struggle. Finally free, Brett feasted his eyes on two wondrously fatty thighs covered in a few tattoos. Barry ripped off his shirt and proceeded to help Brett out of his pants. This was harder than either man expected, requiring Brett to lie on his back while Barry tugged at the leg of the pants. Finally, Brett was free and hard as a rock.

Barry peeled off Brandon’s Polo shirt and was stunned by the girth that spread before him. Brett was totally encapsulated in fat, his midsection almost filling Barry’s full size bed. Fiery red stretch marks covered Brett’s belly and love handles and armpits. It was obvious that Brett was growing at breakneck speed and Barry felt as though he’d hit the lottery. The boys fumbled and climbed atop each other as best their fat would allow.

Neither had been with men of their size before and they each found it difficult to actually get close with their swollen stomachs keeping them at such a distance. Underneath, Barry’s cheap Ikea bed groaned under all the weight and Brett was sure he heard wood split at one point. Nevertheless, they persisted in fondling, sucking, and exploring one another’s undulating chub. They barely touched their cocks yet both were ready to orgasm after only a few minutes.

Without warning, Barry grabbed the half of a chocolate cake from the counter and set it on the floor, motioning Brett to get closer. Brett eagerly followed direction. On his hands and knees before the cake, both men were surprised to see how Brett’s stomach spilled forward and pooled on the floor beneath him. Barry pushed his chubby lover closer to the cake and Brett dug in hands free.

Barry admired Brett’s voracity in devouring the cake, while massaging the pig’s stomach and hole. With two fingers inside of Brett, the cake gobbler groaned as he lapped up the remaining icing. Barry reached around Brett’s gelatinous thighs and under his gooey overhang to grip his counterpart’s cock. Almost immediately it began erupting gobs of come. Both men seemed surprised and Brett apologized for finishing so quickly.

Barry was not upset, in fact he was excited. Brett offered to help Barry come, but the ladder refused. Instead, he ordered a hundred dollars worth of Chinese food delivered to the house. Barry edged for over an hour as the two men ate rapturously. Only once all the food was consumed and every container was licked clean and Brett was spread out on the bed stuffed and exhausted, did Barry decide it was time to orgasm.

With an equally full belly he slowly and awkwardly hoisted his weight atop Brett’s. He edged closer and closer as their bellies were mashed together, his free arm slapping and gripping and bouncing their abundant flesh. Finally on the edge of orgasm he dropped lower and buried his face in the supple stretch marked fat of Brett’s navel. Surrounded by the plush chubbiness of his lover, Barry unleashed his load all over the room. The intensity of his orgasm caused Brett to become erect again.

“Let’s order a pizza,” Brett said while stroking his cock.

“Let’s take a nap and then order a pizza,” Barry replied.

The two overstuffed men cuddled up next to one another, their fat rolls spilling off the edge of Barry’s full size bed, and blissfully dozed off to sleep.