Lifeguard Off Duty: Chapter 8

Written by: gainerstories

A week later and Bradley was still basking in the glow of his promotion as he drove to Muffin Tops. He’d received a significant salary increase and was now working alongside top level executives. It had only been a week since he got the news and he hadn’t even seen a paycheck yet, but that didn’t stop him from celebrating. With the extra pay he was already eating big, drinking big, and planned to hit the gym to get physically big. 

Adrian was looking thicker than ever when he took Bradley’s order of a baker’s dozen of donuts and a baker’s dozen of cupcakes. Bradley was in a great mood and planned on surprising the whole office with treats from his favorite bakery. He sat at a table waiting for his order to be boxed up when he saw Diego emerge from the back, belly first, and waddle over to him. 

“Diego!” Bradley exclaimed and struggled to stand up to shake his former employee’s hand. “Nice to see you.” 

“Look at you,” Diego said as the men’s bellies softly grazed against one another. “Never thought I’d see you so large and in charge. You’re giving my gut a run for its money! What are you tipping the scale at these days?”

“Oh boy, over three hundred, I can barely believe it. But you know... I’m kind of enjoying it!”

“It’s fun isn’t it, eating whatever you want whenever you want? And I heard you have a boyfriend now? I never knew you were bi.” 

“The heart wants what the heart wants I guess.” 

“Looks like the belly wants what the belly wants,” Diego winked and patted Bradley’s gut. “Anyway, I was happy to see you come in today. I’ve been thinking it might be fun if the two of us caught up over a beer sometime. Maybe this Friday?”

“Sure! You still have my number?”

“That I do,” Diego replied.

Adrian carried four boxes from the back and brought them over to Bradley. No longer obscured by the counter, Bradley was able to see just how plump Adrian had become. His apron failed to hide his T-shirt that was riding up so that gobs of fat spilled out into the fresh air. Pastry crumbs remained stuck to his face as a tell-tale clue to the source of his gains. 

Bradley and Diego finished exchanging pleasantries and parted ways. Bradley polished off a few of the donuts on the drive and ended up sharing the elevator to the office with Eric, who killed two donuts of his own. Of somewhat small stature, each extra pound Eric piled on made a significant difference. He now struggled to stand from his office chair and was constantly knocking things over with his belly.  Even though Eric had grown significantly larger in recent months, Bradley now outweighed him due to his height.

The elevator ride was somewhat awkward as Bradley began to realize that Eric was attempting to be flirtatious. Ever since he was promoted, it seemed like everyone at the office suddenly wanted to be his best friend. Malcolm was bringing him specially baked goods, Eric was complimenting his appearance, and a new girl, Diane, was constantly hitting on him. Sure, the extra attention was a compliment, but it also felt shallow and made Bradley uncomfortable. 

For lunch, he ate two Chipotle burritos outside rather than at his desk to get a reprieve from his coworkers. When he returned to the office he saw a notification on his calendar. Eric had organized a happy hour to celebrate Bradley’s promotion on Friday. Bradley sighed and scratched at his belly where fresh stretch marks had begun to form. He reluctantly clicked “accept” on the invite. 

After work Bradley hit the gym. He was going hard on the weights, trying to build his upper body. Undeniably, he was the fattest person in the gym but that was becoming somewhat of a turn on. He enjoyed wearing tight shorts that showed off his plump ass and muscle tees that rode up to reveal his quivering belly. Something about lumbering around like a sweaty hog felt macho and empowering. As he set down his weights, Jeremy approached. 

“Hey there bud, perhaps I should stop pointing this out but you’re shirt’s riding up again, not sure if you care,” he said. 

“Oh,” Bradley looked down and stretched the fabric back over his stretch marks, “this thing is hard to contain lately.”

“I don’t think anyone minds… I sure don’t.” 

“Hah, that’s good. ‘Cuz I think this gut is here to stay. I’m leaning into the dad bod thing.”

“I mean, you look better than ever, Bradley. I’ve thought about bulking before and you’re really inspiring me to take the plunge.”

“Oh yeah? Honestly, this gut was accidental, but I’m glad I could be of inspiration.”

“Anytime anytime… Hey, I was thinking… If you’re free, would you like to grab a drink this Friday? Thought it might be nice to hang outside of the gym.”

“Sure, that sounds great! Oh, wait… I have a work happy hour on Friday. But why don’t you stop by? It’s at Michaela’s at six, I’d love to see you there.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, I’ll be there. Enjoy your work out.” 

Jeremy left and Bradley was struck by how much attention he was receiving lately. At first he thought it was just his promotion, but he was realizing that it may be his new expanded appearance. There was no doubt Jeremy became interested once he started putting on weight. Eric too seemed to be relishing their mutual growth, sometimes goading Bradley to eat just one more pastry. Plus, Malcolm was straight up bringing him food almost on a daily basis. Bradley could also remember three separate occasions during which Diane casually touched his belly. And Diego was pretty overt when it came to discussing their weight. Bradley definitely knew Peter enjoyed watching him get fat, but was it possible this kink was more common than he thought? 

Once home, Bradley dug into an expansive dinner prepared by Peter. He was ravenous after his work out and cleared his plate within ten minutes. Like magic, Peter was already piling more food in front of his lover. Bradley’s phone vibrated with atext from Diego about a new cobbler they were debuting tomorrow and confirming their plans for Friday. Bradley started to reply when Peter interrupted. 

“So,” Peter stared lovingly at his boyfriend, “I was thinking we should have a date night on Friday, babe. Fancy dinner somewhere?”