Southern Comfort: Chapter 2

Max leaned over as he lined up his shot on the pool table. This caused his shirt to ride up in the back and display a plump love handle, swollen like an unpicked fruit at the end of spring. 

“Damn you’re looking more like dad each day big bro,” Jacob drunkenly laughed. “You better slow down on mom’s cooking before you run out of clothes that fit.”

Indeed, Max’s lifestyle had changed considerably since moving back home and he was growing fleshier by the day. After a full three months of living at Munch Manor, the former Brooklynites had settled into something of a routine, the effects of which were becoming noticeable. The household chores were split into indoor and outdoor tasks, with Max assisting Moira inside the home while Clein and Jacob did yard work. 

Sure, cleaning and organizing such a large house was a lot of work and physically taxing, but it also meant that Max and Moira could take frequent breaks. Such breaks were typically filled with gossip and storytelling while sipping sweet tea and munching on treats. Increasingly, they found themselves taking breaks rather than working. As a result, Max was growing fat much faster than his partner. It also didn’t help that Max had been a chunky kid in his youth, having lost weight during puberty, and now that he was 30 it seemed to pile on with a vengeance. His slower metabolism stood no chance against Moira’s delicious concoctions and his self control stood no chance against such comforting temptations. Before he knew it, Max was dealing with some serious extra padding. He hadn’t weighed himself since moving home, but it was evident he’d put on at least 30 pounds, maybe more. 

Most of it went to his midsection in the form of a prominent spare tire of pure fat that wrapped around his torso. To accentuate matters, none of Max’s clothes could hide the reality of his muffin top, especially when he sat down. The slim pants and belt he was accustomed to wearing around Brooklyn only seemed to make his chub more noticeable by lifting it up and cinching it off from his lower half. His shirts were becoming so obscenely tight he had even tried on one of his dad’s shirts only to find it was comically large. 

Needless to say, Max was fully aware of his weight gain. There was no avoiding the presence of his swollen midsection and expanded waist, especially when he struggled to bend over or reach for something while cleaning up the house. Nevertheless, he didn’t particularly mind his growing body, other than the discomfort it brought during certain physical activities. He knew in advance that going back in the south would result in weight gain, though he didn’t think it would happen quite so fast. 

“Cut ‘em some slack, Jacob!” Clein retorted in defense of his boyfriend. “A little Southern comfort never hurt anyone. I’m certainly not complaining.”

Indeed, Clein was not concerned about the weight either. Max had even warned him that it was probably going to happen living under his parent’s roof. Clein took the changes in stride, learning to have fun with the extra cushion in the bedroom. Besides, Clein himself was not immune to the savory temptations of the Munch household. He too had gained some weight. 

“Yeah yeah, you didn’t know him as a kid,” Jacob replied and took a swig of whiskey. “Dude was hefty.”

“Well you’re not the only one babe,” Clein shot his boyfriend a grin and put both hands on his little paunch. “This thing came outta nowhere.” 

Clein had put on about 15 or 20 pounds since they arrived in May, but in his case part of that was muscle. Altogether, he was less chunky than his counterpart, in part due to his faster metabolism, but also because of the rigorous outdoor work he was doing. His arms and shoulders were now defined by muscular curvature, and his booty was perkier than ever. On his belly rested a soft layer of padding from all the delicious calorie-rich meals he’d come to look forward to. His ass had also rounded out a bit. Piled on top of hard-worked glutes, Clein now had a poofy bubble butt that left his online fans drooling. 

“Yeah, same with this,” Max reached around and gripped his boyfriend’s rear aggressively, enjoying its firm plumpness squished between his fingers. “Came out of nowhere but no one is complaining about that! Least of all your fans.”

It was true. Clein’s followers count was steadily increasing as people were enraptured by his transformation. He had lost some fans who were particularly into his former slim hipster look, but there seemed to be far more out there interested in Clein becoming a husky muscle hunk. He received tons of praise for the weight gain and people were actually encouraging him to get bigger, both with muscle and fat. Clein was surprised, having always figured the gay community to be fatphobic, but he certainly was not complaining.  Who was he to complain if his follower count increased with his waistline! He was happy to be making money and he didn’t even have to go out of his way to please his fans.

“What do you mean your fans?” Jacob asked. 

Clein shot his boyfriend an irritated look. He liked to keep his sex work a secret, especially from his partner’s family who had so generously welcomed him into their lives. Unsure how to answer Jacob, Clein began to sweat. It was sweltering hot and muggy this time of year, even in the evening, and all the whiskey Clein had drank certainly didn’t help. He could feel the beads of sweat drip down his broad shoulder and into his ever-growing ass crack. 

“Well, fuck. Promise you won’t say anything…” Clein said. “Like, to your parents?” 

“Sure man, whatever.” 

“Well I have an OnlyFans account. Which is, like-”

“Yeah, dude I know what OnlyFans is, I jerk off too.”

“Well, I just- I just don’t like advertising it is all.” 

“I get it, I don’t have a reason to tell anyone,” Jacob said casually. 

Max and Clein both let out a sigh of relief and sipped their whiskey. Jacob continued to ask questions about the economic aspect of doing sex work online, to which Clein was happy to respond. Jacob seemed genuinely interested and even revealed that he had subscribed to a few accounts, one of which was run by a guy. 

“Wait wait,” Max interjected. “Like… a gay guy?”

“Well, he’s bi. He fucks girls and guys. But mostly he just jerks off on camera.”

“So… does that mean you’re bi?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Jacob replied. 

Max was overly excited to hear this news and the three men cheersed in celebration of Jacob’s very nonchalant coming out. They continued to drink their whiskey and finished their game of pool, but were not ready to go to bed. Max had the idea to go out back and catch lightning bugs like when they were kids. The three men headed inside where Max grabbed an ice cream bar from the fridge while his brother and boyfriend grabbed jars for the bugs. 

The heat caused the ice cream to start melting immediately once it was unwrapped and before they made it outside Max had already stained his shirt. He scooped the liquid cream from his belly and licked it off his fingers, causing his shirt to ride up and reveal his soft fuzzy navel. Clein noticed the display of gluttony and found it endearing, not bothering to tell his boyfriend that his chubby belly had come out for some fresh air. 

As they made it to the back porch they were treated to a yard filled with little specks of glimmering light. Jacob leaned over the railing of the porch and lunged trying to capture one of the lightning bugs. Losing his balance, he fell against the old wooden railing which snapped right in half and sent Jacob tumbling to the ground. 

Clein immediately raced down the stairs to help Jacob. Max awkwardly followed behind, his belly bouncing up and down as he jogged. As Clein bent over to help Jacob up, he heard the sound of fabric ripping but didn’t pay it much attention. He helped Jacob to his feet as the teenager discovered he was in great pain. Something was wrong with his knee. Clein helped him back up the porch stairs and Max followed closely behind, noticing that his boyfriend’s pants had ripped right up the back. Clein’s white briefs were drenched in sweat and Max yearned to rip them off and bury his face in his boyfriend’s ass. He then felt guilt for being so horny when his brother had seriously injured himself. 

Once inside, Max raced up the stairs of the house, drunk and out of breath, to wake his parents. As the whole family crowded around Jacob and examined his knee, they decided he needed medical intervention. As they waited for their trusted friend and doctor to make a house visit, Moira and Eleanor warmed up some fixings to calm everyone down.