Fattened in France: Chapter 1

“I’m so full, Victor, I don’t think I can eat anymore.”

“My love, what are we to do with all these pastries we ordered if we do not eat them?”

“We take them home!” Zach grinned, “there will be more room once these croque monsieurs digest a bit. Why don’t we take the long route home through the park to digest a bit?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Victor leaned forward across the table for a kiss, the band of fat around his midsection causing his breath to falter. Zach followed suit planting a sugary smooch on his lover while trying to keep the back of his shirt from riding up. They boys had everything from the pâtisserie boxed up and set out through the park holding hands. It was a balmy summer day with blue skies as far as the eye could see. Victor wore a thin striped tee that sat snug at the top of his belly but flowed away from his slight overhang, allowing the breeze to caress his happy trail. Zach was a bit less comfortable in a button up that was snug when he squeezed into it this morning and was now holding on for dear life.

“You’ve grown so much in these two years that I’ve known you, Zach, do you know that?”

Zach laughed and gave his bloated belly a wobble with one hand, “Yeah it’s hard not to notice at this point.”

Victor giggled, “Well, yes, literally you have grown plump and delicious, but that’s not what I mean. I mean you’ve grown as a person. You’ve gotten your Master’s in Architecture from an amazing school, I’ve seen you navigate high stress environments with ease all while treating people so kind and graciously. I’m very proud of you.”

Zach grinned from ear to ear and pulled Victor in for a long kiss, cupping his lover’s soft jaw line. Their bellies pressed together, Victor slipped his hand into Zach’s back pocket and squeezed a handful of doughy rump before pulling his face away and looking Zach in the eyes. Despite his chunky body, Zach’s face remained chiseled and unusually gaunt. Enamored, Victor softly brushed his other hand against Zach’s auburn scruff before kissing him once more.

“Of course I love how your body has grown as well,” Victor chirped as they began walking home eager to get undressed. “Usually you Americans come to France already fat and searching for a McDonald’s, but you are such an exception. When we met you were skin and bones, like some starving child. Oh, how I couldn’t wait to get some meat on those bones.”

“Honestly, I used to judge fat people before I met you. But you’ve really taught me how beautiful food can be. In America I see a lot of people who are overweight because of poverty and unhealthy lifestyles, but when I look at you and I… I see a man who loves life, food, adventure, sex… And sex is so much better with a little jiggle.”

“I agree,” Victor smiled.

“Or maybe it’s just that sex is better with you,” Zach pondered.

“Oh, I think it’s this extra padding,” Victor teased while patting his man’s posterior. “Definitely the padding.”

The boys arrived at their shared apartment and broke a sweat climbing the three flights of stairs to the unit. Zach was particularly winded as beads of sweat slid from his neck, down, his back, and between his ass cheeks.

“It looks like someone needs to get out of that shirt,” Victor suggested, “and maybe invest in some new clothing.”

Victor began unbuttoning his lovers shirt, allowing Zach’s fuzzy belly to expand in the fresh air. Zach felt a wave of relief once freed from the constricting buttons. He rubbed his suntanned belly contentedly, slowing combing his fingers through the patch of hair surrounding his belly button and leading up to his chest that had only begun to soften. His nipples, puffy with fat, grew hard in the cold air while he scratched at his underbelly, unaware of the stretch marks just beginning to form. Victor softly kissed Zach’s lips and pushed him down on a nearby arm chair.

“God I can’t imagine what my parents are going to say when they see me tomorrow. Look at this thing.”

Victor dropped to his knees and kissed Zach’s protruding beer belly before lifting it up to unbutton his pants.

“I’ve gained fifty pounds since they saw me last. And I told you, they’re such health nuts. It’s insane.”

After a brief struggle Victor succeeded in unbuttoning Zach’s pants and began to peel them off. Zach’s hefty package, contained in white briefs that left nothing to the imagination, sat squeezed between his voluptuous dimpled thighs and Victor felt himself getting hard. He reached for the box of pastries and pulled out an eclair. Zach grinned.

“What are you doing there?” Zach queried.

Victor took a large bite of the eclair before holding it up to Zach’s lips, “I want to make sure you don’t come back from that awful place all deflated. Eat up my stud muffin.”

Zach grinned and downed the rest of the eclair in two bites. Victor grabbed a second one from the box while suckling on Zach’s chest. With each flick of the tongue Victor could feel Zach’s cock twitch. He moved the box of pastries to the end table next to Zach’s hand so Zach could keep indulging while Victor indulged himself with Zach’s body.

From his nipple, Victor moved a few inches to Zach’s armpit which had developed a small roll of fat that Victor liked to nibble on. He worked his way down Zach’s belly with a million sensuous kisses while Zach continued to feast and moan. By the time Victor was to the bottom of his belly Zach was fully erect and dripping. Victor weaseled his face into the crease between Zach’s underbelly and fat pad, taking in the sweat and musk of the fresh fat.

Victor undid his own pants while his mouth worked its way around Zach’s hairy fat pad and balls. Victor stroked his throbbing uncut cock while taking Zach’s into his mouth. He loved sucking Zach’s cock because it would cause Zach to break into a full body sweat, his fattened body fully slick.

“Let’s go to the bed,” Zach murmured.

The boy’s cocks bobbed between wobbling thighs and bellies as they sauntered to the bedroom, the few remaining pastries in tow. Zach, who normally preferred topping, mounted the bed with his ass in the air ready to be eaten. Victor spread the American’s bulbous cheeks taking notice of fresh stretch marks that had formed at the top of his thighs. Zach’s furry ass was slick with sweat and Victor dove in, delighting in the man’s meaty rump for a solid five minutes before mounting him.

Spitting on Zach’s ass, Victor slowly slid his cock into the fat American who let out a deep groan. The Frenchman made slow and sensuous movements while gripping handfuls of ass fat in each hand. As the pace gradually quickened both men were dripping with sweat. Soon Victor was pounding Zach’s ass aggressively, causing their bodies to jiggle ferociously and Zach’s ass to clap with each impact. Close to coming, Victor abruptly pulled out and flipped Zach onto his back.

He moistened Zach’s cock with his mouth before unexpectedly lowering his brown furry ass onto it. Zach let out several “oh fucks” while Victor found his rhythm on Zach’s cock. As their two bodies bounced in rhythm Victor leaned over and grabbed a pastry to shove in Zach’s mouth. Cream filling exploded everywhere and Victor spread it on his cock as he jerked off. Zach swallowed the sugary treat down and placed both hands on Victor’s belly.

They could sense they were both about to come as the pace quickened. Victor smeared the cream and precum on his hands against Zach’s face before leaning forward, as much as their bellies would allow, and licking it off. Face to face, Victor could no longer reach his cock buried between the men’s bellies. Zach’s brow began to furrow and Victor's mouth dropped open as he could feel his ass filling up with Zach’s cream filling. Zach’s hand somehow found its way to Victor’s cock and with a few squeezes Victor was squirming atop his dick, gobs of come shooting between their bellies and splattering on their chins alongside the cream.

Exhausted, the men collapsed atop the bed tangled in each other's arms. Victor nuzzled his face between Zach’s chiseled jaw and soft shoulders, lapping up the remaining jizz and pastry before falling asleep.