Fatter Exchange Student: Chapter 8

This is a community story with each chapter authored by a different writer in the gaining community. This chapter is penned by Feeder86. 

Felix stood at the stove, frying up a nice, greasy breakfast for Sebastian, who still lay asleep in bed. The smell was filling the little kitchen area and he wasn’t the least bit surprised when Bleecker suddenly emerged from his bedroom, dressed only in his incredibly tight underwear that looked almost painted on. Maybe he should have put a shirt on before coming out here, Felix thought to himself, suddenly conscious of his own body. 

“Morning,” Felix smiled cheerfully to the fat jock who was looking at him with confusion.

“I thought you had an assignment to complete last night?” Bleecker asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes as he walked, ripples of fat spreading through the rugby boy’s large gut and bouncing his pecs above. The floor thudded with his huge weight and the boards underneath cried out in protest.

“I did,” Felix nodded, turning back to his cooking. “I submitted it at about 11pm and then came straight over afterwards.”

Jokingly, Bleecker shook his head, “You’re such a nerd!” he sighed. “I never post my assignments until the very last second!”

Felix laughed, but couldn’t resist a little peek as the large, heavy man reached down into the refrigerator. His ass looked so thick and wide; even thicker and wider than last time he was over! His love-handles were bulging from this position and the guy simply looked like the sexiest, huge ball of meat that he had ever seen. No wonder Sebastian was growing so beautifully chubby living with such a hunk. He was practically heaven-sent!

“Um, I’ve got a carton of milk open already,” he called out to Bleecker, seeing that he had pulled out a brand new gallon bottle and was ripping off the lid.

Bleecker smirked, as if Felix had made the stupidest comment ever. Then he pressed the milk up to his lips and began chugging it, keeping his eyes on Felix the entire time. It was as if the big man was playing some sort of game with him, daring him to admire his massive capacity. Felix was the first to look away and Bleecker lowered the bottle, giving a small triumphant chuckle. 

“I drink at least a full gallon of these every day,” he explained, pointing to the full fat milk that was now less than two thirds full. “At first I found it really hard. But now…” he paused, suddenly needing to burp, and doing so making a massive roar and rubbing his huge gut. “Now I find it easy,” he finished nonchalantly. 

Awkwardly, Felix searched his brain for a response. “Is that something your rugby coach has suggested?” he asked, even though he highly doubted that that was the case, judging by how fat Bleecker seemed to be getting lately.

Bleecker laughed at the suggestion, “No,” he sniggered. “It’s definitely not something he would want me doing!” He looked interestedly at what Felix was frying up and stepped a little closer. “Nice!” he nodded in approval. “Smells good! Sebastian is a lucky boy, having you around!”

“Thanks,” Felix smiled, trying to control his arousal with Bleecker standing so close to him.

“Want a suggestion, though?” he asked, learning forwards and picking up the remaining half stick of butter left on the chopping board and throwing it into the pan. “Sebastian likes his butter!” he winked with a deep chuckle, watching the new ingredient irreversibly melt into the mix. “I’m sure he’ll thank you for it later!” the jock finally smirked, tapping Felix on his oversized butt, as though he was in the changing rooms with all of the other boys on the team.

At that touch, Felix’s arousa was now fully ignited. He turned and watched the massive monster heading back to his room, suddenly searching for something to say to keep him out here with him. 

“I see you guys had pizzas for your dinner last night,” Felix called out, pointing the spatula at the cardboard boxes piled up, ready for the recycling. 

Bleecker looked back and stopped walking. 

“Yeah. I managed to get two extra large, four meat feast pizzas down your boyfriend last night,” he stated, looking extraordinarily pleased with himself. “So if he’s looking a little fatter this morning, you know who to thank.”

Felix went a little red. Bleecker had a way of talking to him like this sometimes, as if he knew that he was secretly trying to make Sebastian put on a little weight just like he had himself throughout his twenties. When Felix had started his first degree, some years ago now, he’d been painfully skinny, like a drainpipe. But over time, he’d lost that shape, fattened up on a diet of his own choosing: take-out, beer, late night eating. It was as if they had all conspired to transform his body into the blubbery boy he had now become. But, unlike most guys, who would have complained and tried to do something about it, Felix had found the experience to be the most erotic feeling of his life. 

He thought he’d got a handle on it, managed to subdue these urges he’d had to continue fattening his own body, but then he had met Sebastian. The foreigner’s sexy, slim body had ignited his love of the contrast between them. He felt like a lazy pudgy hunk of lard next to the toned international student. Then Sebastian had visibly started to gain a few pounds and Felix had grown even more aroused, both of them seeming to pack on more and more fat as the weeks progressed. Even as he stood here, in front of Bleecker, Felix’s underwear felt incredibly tight and uncomfortable; digging into his love-handles and splitting them in two. And it felt amazing.

“Are you trying to make my boyfriend fat?” Felix joked, laughing at Bleecker’s pride at having encouraged Sebastian to eat so much last night.

Bleecker furrowed his eyebrows, as if Felix had made yet another highly stupid comment. 

“Of course I am!” he stated frankly, walking back towards Felix again, until he was just as close as he had been before. “That’s what we both want, right?” he smiled flirtatiously, as if he could tell how aroused all this was making Felix. “We all want to see Sebastian growing a little bit fatter each and every day.”

Felix looked straight ahead, trying to control the massive erection he now had. If he kept standing like this, in front of the stove, Bleecker wouldn’t even have to notice. 

“I don’t mind…” he replied, now trying to shrug off the conversation.

Bleecker chuckled. “Liar!” he teased. “You love watching him growing fatter, just as much as I do!” The huge man’s lips were coming closer to Felix’s ear and he now spoke in only a deep whisper. “Mind, he’s not the only one I’m enjoying watching pack on a few pounds around here,” Bleecker continued, his hands starting to slide onto Felix’s love handles. 

Felix’s breath quivered. The touch was so sensual, so erotic. He’d never experienced anything like it.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, eager to keep Bleecker talking and touching him like this.

“Has anyone ever told you how genuinely fat your ass is these days?” the big man asked, sliding his strong hands below the waistband of Felix’s underwear until they both cupped his large, soft glutes. “I bet Sebastian has so much fun playing with this fat butt! We were talking about it last night, in fact...”

“Talking about what?” Felix asked in surprise. He felt his underwear being pulled down so that his chubby butt cheeks were exposed, resting now on the tight waistband of his underwear. “Talking about how fat my ass is?”

Bleecker’s nose rested upon Felix’s ear and he inhaled him in arousal, his hands sliding up and down the man’s love handles and even under his rounded, fat belly. 

“Along those lines…” the rugby boy admitted, with his right hand now finding Felix’s erection and beginning its work; stroking it up and down. “We were both talking about how we want to…” he paused, as if for dramatic effect, “...make you even fatter.”

Felix suddenly felt another pair of hands on his body; one on his exposed butt cheek and the other on the furthest extent of his big, hungry tummy. He turned to look and gasped.

“Isn’t that right, Sebastian?” Bleecker asked, with a satisfied smirk.