Fatter Exchange Student: Chapter 5

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

Bleecker knew that he was going overboard with Sebastian. He’d left condoms and lube, as well as snacks in the fridge, ready for Sebastian’s third date with Felix that evening. Maybe it would detract from the fact that he was absolutely kicking himself for not making a move on Sebastian earlier. Ever since his first date with Felix, the budding romance was all Sebastian could talk about.

“I remember the last time you brought him over, you nearly cleaned us out! So I stocked up this time,” Bleecker explained, opening the refrigerator door and displaying some of the snacks that he’d put in there for them both.

Sebastian smiled gratefully and then headed out of the door. Bleecker watched him go, admiring the way the Mediterranean boy’s fuller glutes pressed up against a pair of pants that should have been retired at least five pounds earlier. “Oh, the things he would like to do to that chubby ass!” Bleecker thought to himself as he left to his friend Hank’s house. 

“Are you going to finish that?” Bleecker asked Hank, a couple of hours later. 

Hank had thrown down his half eaten pizza back into the box and breathed an uncomfortable sigh.

“Have it!” Hank offered keenly, his face looking as if he never wanted to see another slice of pizza again in his entire life. “I honestly have no idea where you put it all,” he grunted as he reached over and passed the box.

“I’ve just had plenty of practice,” Bleecker grinned, eyeing the two and a half slices that remained and swallowing back the saliva that filled his mouth. 

It wasn’t his favourite type of pizza. Hank had gone for light cheese and a smattering of vegetables on top, instead of meat. But it was still good enough. He opened his jaws and took down the half eaten one first, knowing that it wouldn’t have kept its heat as well as the other two slices. He could feel his stomach getting tight; just the way that he liked it. 

“Go get some of the ice cream, if you like?” he offered Hank. “I left it out on the counter to soften a bit.”

Hank shook his head and grumbled. “No way, man!” he huffed. “I’m not having anything else this evening. As much as I’d love to. I’ve had enough!” he explained, patting his strong core causing Bleecker to roll his eyes. 

Bleecker found it so unattractive when guys denied themselves what they wanted for the sake of their waistline. Sebastian wouldn’t have needed any further encouragement to get started on the ice cream. In fact, he’d probably have had it half-finished by now. Bleecker smiled to himself, wishing he was having an evening with his cute housemate instead. 

“And besides,” Hank continued. “I need to be fast on my feet for the game on Monday.”

Bleecker chewed quickly and nodded. “That’s not something I need to worry about in my position,” he grinned smugly. 

Ever since he’d taken on the role as the team’s prop, his training regime had been all about power and strength. His arms had never been this large and his thighs were bursting with muscle. He’d had to eat more than ever before to build up his body, and he was starting to feel like an absolute beast of a man. Even on this small couch, he felt like his body was taking up more space, widening and thickening so that his presence could not be ignored.

“Yeah, but you need to watch yourself as well though,” Hank stated, suddenly quite serious. 

“Coach has already been grumbling about your weight.”

Bleecker raised his eyebrows in surprise; this was news to him! 

“Really?” he asked, feeling a strange twinge of excitement at the thought. “Coach thinks I’m getting too big?” he questioned, feeling blood redirecting itself towards his crotch as he said those two words: too big! How was that so damn sexy?

“Yeah,” Hank nodded. “He thinks it’s down to too many beers. He warned some of us not to head out drinking with you this weekend. He also asked a couple of us to have a quiet word with you about it.”

So that was why everyone but Hank had said they were busy this weekend, Bleecker realised, thinking back. He shifted in his seat, feeling himself getting even more aroused. There was an intervention going on! He sat, stunned for a few seconds, and then continued pushing the pizza in with more enthusiasm than ever. He’d never been good enough to think of a professional career in rugby, so why even try? Getting bigger excited him; it always had. Nothing was going to stop him. 

“Fine,” he laughed, imagining his coach’s chats with the other players. “I’ll lay off the beers this evening.” Then he fished out his cell phone and started flicking through the apps. “But ,if that’s the case, I’m going to need more pizza instead!” he smirked.

By the time Hank had gone to bed, Bleecker’s stomach felt as tight as a drum. He’d tried to take it all in his stride and make out that he hadn’t been forcing those last few slices down; nor that the melted ice cream hadn’t been difficult to swallow at the end there. But, man, did it feel good now. He removed his shirt and pants, preparing the sheets over the couch, ready to sleep; feeling his hard stomach pushing out further than ever before. 

There was a large mirror by the door and Bleecker keenly walked over to take a look at himself; those big arms, shoulders and thick neck. His thighs and butt appeared so bulky and powerful; though he was perhaps carrying more than a little excess fat on his rear, making it wider and more bubble-like than he’d ever known it before. But dominating it all was the large, round and mighty stomach in his center. Swollen and bloated this evening, Bleecker shifted from side to side, admiring his new mass. He’d never looked better!

Lying down on the couch, Bleecker couldn’t help sliding his hand down to his crotch. He played out the imagined scenario in his head: coach telling the guys that he was getting too big. No one on that team was slim. They all merrily overate and admired their own powerful bodies, and yet, here they were, concerned about Bleecker’s increasingly massive size. He rubbed the rounded, overfed stomach as he shifted his hand up and down his shaft. He was getting fat; he knew he was.

But then Bleecker’s mind turned to someone else instead. He imagined Sebastian at home right now, all plump and chubby as he was now getting. Bleecker had been such a bad influence on him! He’d pushed his love of high-fat and sugary foods onto the handsome Greek student. The results of this were abundantly clear on Sebastian’s toned frame: the way his butt had suddenly popped out and widened, looking juicier and fuller, the guy’s chest broadening a little, as fresh fat had filled up his nipples and now pushed out his previously flat stomach into a rounded little paunch, chubby cheeks, and an emerging double chin. Bleecker admired it all. Bleecker might have been getting fat, but it was happening to Sebastian right alongside him. He moaned quietly as he came, shooting up onto his large, expansive stomach; sighing with relief now that the sexual energy he’d been building up all evening was finally released.

Hank had been up early the next morning, getting ready to go for a run. He’d asked Bleecker if he’d wanted to join him, cautiously reminding him of coach’s words. But Bleecker declined, with a smirk spreading across his face at the memory of their chat last night. 

“I’m going to head home,” he declared, deciding to stop off for breakfast supplies on the way. He’d only slept for five and half hours and yet, he couldn’t believe how quickly his hunger had returned.

Turning the key in the lock, Bleecker’s attention had been caught by two full figures, dressed only in their underwear, suddenly parting from each other in the middle of the kitchen. The loved-up pair clearly hadn’t been expecting him back this early!

It had been weeks since Bleecker had last seen Sebastian without his shirt on and the sight was just as pleasant as he had imagined in his head when he jerked off last night. Sebastian looked delicious with that chubby, hairy body and perfectly handsome new gut. And next to Sebastian must have been the elusive Felix. Somehow Bleecker hadn’t expected him to be so rounded and plump. The guy’s stomach looked lardy and set-in, as if he had been carrying it for quite some time. However, he also had red, angry-looking stretch marks on his love handles, suggesting that his size was increasing once again. The man’s butt was also large and soft, with buttery fat spreading into his thighs and beginning to fill his groin, where a perfectly fine-looking shaft filled his underwear. These two guys together- what a hot combination!

“Bleecker I assume?” Felix asked, casually strolling over and shaking his hand; the guy’s fat-filled stomach rocking slightly with each stride. “Felix”.

Feeling his hardness returning, Bleecker was surprised to find himself getting a little flustered. He’d interrupted them both. “Er, yeah. Sorry, I can go” he mumbled, flinging his thumb over his shoulder.

“Or perhaps, he could join us?” Felix suggested, turning back to his lover and giving Bleecker a nice look at the wide, plump ass and bulging love handles pouring over the waistband of his underwear.

“Yes!” Bleecker suddenly shot out excitedly, just as Sebastian’s mouth moved to say the same thing. “I’d love to join you both!”