Big on Broadway: Chapter 3

“Riley, you can’t post that. C’mon, seriously, my ass looks so fat there.”

“I’m telling you our followers are loving it. Especially the ass pics. Here look at this comment from the other day, it says ‘Dayumm Roger booty gettin thicc, would tap’ or this one that just says ‘diggin the thicc booty.’”

Indeed, Roger’s booty was getting thick. His ass and thighs seemed to swell with fat at a faster rate than the rest of him. These days, most of his underwear failed to contain his luscious rear and he only had one pair of jeans that could actually button.

“Rileyhew!”

“Babe, I’m just telling you how it is. Everyone, my self included, is a big fan.”

“Fine, whatever, post it.”

It had been two months since the show closed down due to poor working conditions and the theater began work on renovations. That was the official statement, at least. Roger was convinced the poor reviews contributed as well. Regardless, Roger was out of a job. He spent his first couple weeks unemployed in a depressed stupor, barely leaving the house and ordering too much fast food delivery. The appetite he had cultivated while doing intensive choreography for the play had not waned, even though his level of physical activity had decreased dramatically. His stomach was like a bottomless pit. By the time he mustered the energy to hit the pavement and go to auditions he already felt significantly pudgier, but refused to step on the scale and confront reality.

Unfortunately, week after week Roger faced rejections and week after week he ate his worries away. This wasn’t difficult as Riley was cultivating his chef skills at a phenomenal rate. Whereas Riley used to only cook a few nights a week, he was now cooking almost every single day and spending his mornings baking new experiments for Roger to try. The apartment was constantly encompassed in delectable smells and the fridge was always stocked. It became a habit for Roger to stand in front of the fridge and gaze upon potential snacks when he was bored. Eating had become his pastime just as much as cooking was becoming Riley’s pastime.

As a result, Roger put on 25 pounds in two months, bringing his total weight gained to a whopping 40 pounds in less than three months. Needless to say- it was noticeable. Due to his dancer’s physique, his rear had become his most prominent asset. He could feel it’s weight bounce when he trotted up stairs or practiced choreography for an audition. It filled the entire toilet seat when he sat down and even bumped into things accidentally.

Supporting the two globes of fat that composed his backside were thick and buttery thighs that pushed at the seams of nearly everything Roger stretched over them. Riley greatly enjoyed Roger’s lower half. So much so that he kept it a secret when he noticed small white stretch marks had formed at the top of Roger’s thighs just before the crease of his mammoth ass cheeks.

Of course, Roger’s upper body was bigger as well. He now had a pot belly that balanced out the weight he carried in the back and connected to prominent love handles that poured over his pants. The definition in his chest, arms, and collarbone was quickly filling in with pudge, giving Roger an overall bulky appearance.

Riley ended up posting the photo to Instagram. The shot was a candid of Roger from behind laying down on their bed and wearing boxer briefs that barely covered his rump. After clicking “post” he continued what he was up to in the kitchen: finishing up the lattice crust atop a mixed berry pie. It was early in the morning and Riley decided to simply bake a pie rather than whip up a breakfast spread. Roger was in the bedroom reading a script.

About an hour later the pie was finally finished and Riley headed into the bedroom to pounce atop Roger who was still laying on his stomach. Riley pulled down the skimpy underwear and buried his face between his boyfriend’s bubbly cheeks, shaking his head back and forth so they rumbled like an earthquake. Roger squealed from the ticklish sensation and pushed Riley away.

“It’s breakfast pie time!” Riley exclaimed.

“You had me at breakfast. I’m starving.”

Back in the kitchen, Riley cut Roger a steaming slice that was about a full quarter of the pie. He then dug out two healthy scoops of vanilla ice cream and plopped them on top. Roger’s eyes grew wide and his mouth began to water at the sight of the pie. The second it was handed over he dug right in, not even waiting for his boyfriend to join him. By the time Riley was eating his considerably smaller slice, Roger was about finished with his own. Riley cut him another slice and refreshed his coffee.

There was no doubt that Riley was enjoying the experience of fattening up his boyfriend. He’d never been with a chubby guy before, nor had he ever fantasized about it, but there was something sexy about Roger’s chubby body and voracious appetite. The sheer pleasure that Roger received from eating was almost sexual in its own right, plus there was something hot and kinky about not giving a fuck about societal body standards. It was like Roger was his own personal piggy.

Plus, the physical sensation of fucking a fattened Roger was bringing Riley’s orgasms to another level. He loved fucking Roger’s fat ass. The way it clapped and jiggled as he thrust into it, the softness of Roger’s padding against Riley’s hard cock and muscles, the way it bounced when Riley spanked it; he simply couldn’t get enough. He also enjoyed how the rest of Roger’s plumper form wobbled during sex. There was simply more to love. Also, cuddling reached a whole new level with a chubby hubby. Being encased in Roger’s pillowy soft form kept Riley warm and comfy through the night.

“Yo this is so delicious I’m just gonna polish it off,” Roger finally said while scooping ice cream onto what remained in the pie tin. “This is exactly why I’m fat but honestly a boys gotta live.”

Riley squeezed Roger’s thigh and kissed him on the cheek. Riley was already thinking about what he would prepare for lunch. He was considering something along the lines of sloppy joes and homemade onion rings. Maybe he would even do a milkshake. Was that too far? Then it dawned on him that he could actually put weight gain powder in a milkshake and Roger wouldn’t even know the difference. Was that conniving? He wasn’t sure, but he definitely liked the sound of it.