Southern Comfort: Epilogue

Max reclined on the front porch watching the sun set over the yard. A frosty glass of chocolate milk rested atop the mountainous belly filling his lap. He scratched at his fat pad where new stretch marks had recently appeared and reflected on the last two years. His life was so different from how he had imagined. He never thought he’d leave New York and return to his parent’s home. He never thought he’d weigh 350 pounds. He never even considered what would happen when his parents passed away. 

Luckily, Earl Munch had a robust life insurance that kept the family afloat during economically uncertain times. Eleanor Munch was a complete wreck for several months after his death, but eventually began working as a French language tutor which brought her joy and occupied her mind. Max had transitioned from teaching online to teaching in the flesh, adjuncting at a local university. The pay was mediocre at best, but it was better than nothing and kept him busy. 

As he gazed across the family’s lawn, Max expelled a sugary chocolate burp, the vibration of which caused his glass to spill a droplet onto his belly. The burp created some room in his gut and he reached for another brownie on the plate next to him. His mom made the best brownies. Ever since his father passed, Max had completely given in to his gluttonous desires with no second thoughts. 

He now boasted a significant and heavy overhang that kept him sitting down as much as possible. The rest of him was coated in fat as well, but his belly was really something to behold. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone around him given the amount he ate. That, and the fact that all the men in the family eventually grew fat with age. Max didn’t care either, he found the surplus chub comforting and warm, like he was wearing a weighted blanket at all times. Nevertheless, it did get a little too warm in the muggy Mississippi summers. It was only spring and Max was already limiting his movements and guzzling cold drinks and ice cream to keep himself from overheating. 

An alarm buzzed on his Apple Watch and Max pushed himself up from the chair with a grunt, his belly flopping out from beneath his shirt catching the fresh summer air. He was scheduled to pick up Clein from the airport. He swallowed the rest of the chocolate milk, grabbed a brownie to go, and headed for his truck. As of late, Max struggled to hoist himself into the driver's seat and the strain of the movement caused him to heat up. With a bit of sweat on his brow and his belly pressed up against the steering wheel, he headed to the airport. 

Clein had been in Las Vegas for two weeks shooting a couple erotic films. In the past year his OnlyFans had really taken off and he was beginning to transition this success into mainstream studio porn. The tags that lead to Clein’s work were usually to the effect of: bulky bear, beefy guy, college cub, or hunk to chunk. In other words, Clein had gotten certifiably thick. 

He had continued to expand his muscle mass by working out rigorously, resulting in the broadest of shoulders, massive arms, impressive pecs, and an ass for days. In addition to the muscle gains, all of this was softened and puffed up with a luscious layer of thick chub. Atop all of Clein’s muscles rested soft pudge, with quite a bit extra gathered on his belly and rump. As of late, Clein was pouring his efforts into getting as fat as possible since he’d already pushed his muscles to their max. 

Max was aroused and proud watching his cubby boyfriend exit the airport and saunter to his truck. Clein always wore the tightest athleisure possible, showing off all his delicious curves. As he came closer, Max could make out the faint jiggle of Clein’s belly and chest through his Under Armour shirt. The couple kissed long and hard once Clein was inside, then pulled onto the freeway and headed for home. After discussing Clein’s trip, the conversation turned to Jacob. 

“As you know, he just got back in town from LA where he’s been living with his polyamorous boyfriend and girlfriend,” Max relayed. 

“Oh lord, how’s that going?”

“Apparently great-- so great he brought them along.”

“You mean they’re at the house?!” 

“Yessir, as sweet and affectionate as a thruple can be.”

“Wowzers. Did he ever bounce back after the knee injury? He was so upset about the extra weight. It made me feel bad. Though he shoulda taken a page out of our book and just leaned into it!” Clein patted his boyfriend’s belly and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

Mac grinned, “Yeah, he shed a lot of the weight actually, but he’s still not in the shape that he once was. I don’t know if it’s even possible to get back there you know? As you get older washboard abs are harder to achieve.”

“Totally, and that look isn’t even trendy anymore let me tell ya,” Clein chuckled. “I’m not just saying this because I’m hefty or whatever, but beefy and hairy guys are becoming more marketable, and not just in porn. You see it in pop culture too. That pop star Sawyer? He got hella swole.” 

Max laughed causing his belly to wobble in between his fleshy chest and the steering wheel, “Maybe that’s why he’s kept the corn fed look out in LA. I mean, it clearly isn’t slowing him down when it comes to dating!”

The couple laughed and continued to chat about the rest of the family. When they arrived at the Munch Estate the sun had set and the crickets were chirping. The family had all retired to their rooms and Eleanor had left dinner out for the boys. Naturally, the two men shoveled every last delicious bite into their mouths and Max even polished off what was left of his mother’s brownies. 

They headed upstairs, a task which was now quite exhausting for Max. He tended to break a sweat on each journey to the second floor but appreciated the mandatory exercise. As Clein showered, Max stripped off his clothes and reclined nude on their bed. Tilted to one side he let his belly spill out before him. His pubes were recently trimmed which meant the red stretch marks on his fat pad were particularly striking. It felt nice to lay down after a good meal and he slowly drifted off to sleep. 

Max opened his eyes to see a fully nude Clein kneeling on the bed and licking Max’s nipples. Both men were already hard, though Max’s erection was packed away between his thighs and fat pad. Clein’s, on the other hand, was pointing skyward and mashed into his swollen and furry underbelly. Clein grinded his hard-on into Max’s belly as the two began to make out. Max reached his pudgy fingers around to grip what he could reach of Clein’s enormous rear. 

“Damn, more to grab back here. Someone was hitting the buffets in Vegas, huh?”

“You know it. I gotta keep pace with my beautiful boyfriend,” Clein said while grabbing his partner’s belly and giving it a momentous shake.

“You got a long way to catch up, little one,” Max said and pinched his lover’s love handles. 

“Watch me,” Clein said and reached out of Max’s view to grab a heaping slice of meringue pie.

“Whoa, where’d that come-”

With his bare hand Clein shoved the slice in his mouth with three bites, droplets of creamy meringue clinging to his face and dripping onto Max’s belly. He then kissed Max slow and sensually before grabbing another slice, but this time splitting it with his partner. 

“More,” Max said. 

Clein placed a finger over his lover’s creamy lips and lubed up his cock. Max shifted so he was fully on his back, his belly a marshmallowy mountain between him and his boyfriend. Clein pushed his lover’s fat out of the way as much as possible so that he could mount Max’s pulsing cock. With great care he guided Max’s shaft into his ass, a feat that was increasingly more difficult the fatter they became. 

Clein rode Max cowgirl style, his massive thighs gripped tight around Max’s belly. From Clein’s perspective, Max’s belly was an ocean of chub rippling between his thighs and cock. Once they were in position, Clein resumed feeding the pie to himself and his boyfriend, lazily bobbing on his cock all the while. Both men were in complete ecstasy and the pie disappeared with little effort. 

Seemingly out of nowhere another pie appeared and they continued like this for another hour. Covered in sweat and drops of meringue the couple’s folds and rolls became sticky with gluttonous pleasure, their fat bodies melding together and loudly clapping as their pace quickened towards orgasm. Eventually, Max exclaimed a deep “oh fuck” as his luscious lard began to quiver uncontrollably. Clein quickened his pace until he could feel Max unloading gobs of come inside of him and then allowed himself to orgasm as well. With one hand on his cock and the other frantically squeezing his lover’s fat he erupted into orgasm, shooting his jizz across the room.  

The lemon meringue was a huge success and although this was the first time the loving couple had brought food into the bedroom, it certainly wouldn’t be their last.