Lifeguard Off Duty: Chapter 7

Written by: gainingfiction 

Bradley grunted as he hefted the barbell back onto the rack. He hadn’t been into the gym in weeks, and the amount of weight he usually benched seemed unusually heavy. Panting from the exertion, Bradley hauled himself into a sitting position and then to a stand.

As Bradley took a drink from his water bottle, he noticed Jeremy approaching with a concerned look on his face. His muscles were bulging, and Bradley was fairly sure his former gym bud had been building them up since their last meeting almost a year before.

Just like last time, Bradley’s exercise shirt had ridden up. Except this time, it only reached as far his bellybutton, leaving a vast crescent of fat exposed and bulging over the waistband of his basketball shorts. Unlike Jeremy, who had gained nothing but lean, steely muscle, Bradley had piled dozens of pounds of fat onto his once-godlike body. His gut had taken on a life of its own, projecting outwards in front of him and pulling the stretchy fabric of his workout shirt utterly taut. He watched Jeremy’s eyes widen as he took in Bradley’s bulging form.

“You thinkin’ about doing any cardio there, bud?” Jeremy asked, giving Bradley’s gut a poke.

“I… huh,” Bradley paused, realizing how out of breath the bench press had made him. He was still panting. He had absolutely no desire to step foot on a treadmill. “I dunno. Probably gonna stick with… with weights.”

“Well, uh, that’s cool,” Jeremy looked down at his feet. In a low voice, he added, “You’re looking good lately.” 

Bradley was almost sure he’d misheard. “Huh?”

“It, um... I don’t know. It suits you.” Jeremy was blushing. He gave Bradley a play-punch on the arm. “Don’t tell any of the guys I said that. I’ll deny it.”

Bradley smiled in disbelief as he watched Jeremy walk away, admiring his sculpted glutes. Just how many guys like Peter and Jeremy were there, he wondered?

~

Peter was cooking dinner when Bradley got back from his workout. “That smells phenomenal,” Bradley said, when the door had closed behind him.

“Hey, you,” Peter said, “How was the gym? Hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving,” Bradley answered. After greeting his boyfriend with a kiss, Bradley made his way to the washroom for a shower. He had only been at the gym for half an hour, but that was enough to leave him drenched with sweat, his stomach growling in protest.

Bradley dropped his bag on the bedroom floor, and set about stripping off his clothes. He peeled the shirt off of his massive, sweaty body, freeing his gelatinous belly to quiver in the cool air. Once he made it to the washroom, he slid his skin-tight basketball shorts down his pillar-like thighs, before stepping out of his undersized boxers. Even after packing on so much fat, Bradley’s perky bubble butt still kept its round shape. He turned on the shower, and paused in front of the mirror as the water heated up.

Was that really his body? He looked at his thick gut, tracing his fingers across its expanse and around to the pair of thick, meaty love handles at his sides. When had he gotten so wide? There was a time when his pecs were pure muscle, but now he had tits that could rival some of his ex-girlfriends’. They rested on the curve of his belly, and Bradley realized that even his nipples had expanded to keep pace with his breakneck growth.

He stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away his sweat and his worries. As he stood under the showerhead, he heard a knock at the door.

“Mind if I join you?” Peter asked.

“Please do!” Bradley said. The door opened, and he saw Peter’s silhouetted figure get undressed through the shower curtain. When he was fully nude, he pulled back the curtain and joined Bradley in the shower.

Bradley admired Peter’s taut body. It seemed like Bradley was gorging himself constantly with Peter’s encouragement, piling on weight like never before, and yet it didn’t look like Peter had gained a pound of relationship fat. The lines of the tattoos on his arms and torso were as sharp and clear as ever.

Bradley saw that Peter was also sizing him up, and noticed his lean lover’s cock hardening in the steamy air. Bradley realized how closely they were standing, and how little space his huge size afforded them in the shower. If Peter wanted to squeeze past him, Bradley knew that it was going to be a very tight squeeze.

Instead, Peter approached Bradley head on, placing his hands at the side of Bradley’s gut and  pressing all of that fat against his own flat stomach. Bradley reached around and gripped his firm ass, so much smaller and tighter than Bradley’s own ample butt.

“You look so fucking hot,” Peter said. He kissed Bradley’s neck as the warm water washed over them.

“I weighed myself at the gym today,” Bradley said, as Peter cupped his ass, bouncing and jiggling the fat.

“Oh yeah?” Peter asked. Bradley could feel his arousal.

“I passed 300 pounds,” Bradley said. They were words he never could have imagined saying, and yet the scale at the gym said that he’d smashed past 300, weighing in at a colossal 313 lbs. That was almost 130 lbs more than he’d been when he started at city hall.

“Fuck,” Peter said. He ran his eyes over Bradley’s body.

“Now,” Bradley said, wrapping his arm around Peter’s back and pressing his thickened body against him. “Let’s get things moving. You’ve got dinner ready, and I am so hungry.”

~

Bradley stopped by Muffin Tops on his way to work the next morning, entering the sweet-smelling bakery with a sigh. “Morning, Adrian,” he said, as he lumbered in.

“Morning, Bradley,” Adrian said. It had taken a long time, but the young employee had finally warmed up to him. He had been awkward at first, but now they had a natural back-and-forth whenever Bradley came by, which was usually about least four times a week. Adrian seemed to share Bradley’s enthusiasm for Muffin Tops baking: he must have gone up at least four sizes since he first started working there and his expansion showed no signs of slowing down. If anything, the button on his black pants looked especially precarious that morning. “The usual for you today?”

“Sounds good,” Bradley said, watching as Adrian set about filling one box with a dozen donuts and a second with a mix of other pastries and confections. One was to share with Eric, but the donuts were just for him. Looking at the daily special underneath a glass dome, he added: “Maybe I’ll also get a couple of danishes today.”

Adrian lifted the lid and added them to the box. When the time came to swipe his card, Bradley smiled with relief at the employee discount: Diego was saving him a fortune.

Pastries in tow, Bradley made his way to the office, snacking on donuts during the drive. Bradley gave the reception desk a lingering glance on his way in. Malcolm had been working through a new cookbook, which meant that he had plenty of baking to share as he blew up his already massive waistline. Sure enough, the receptionist’s ponderous paunch was covered in cookie crumbs, and Bradley snagged a couple of snickerdoodles from the plate as he headed to his desk.

Before he could even drop off his snacks and greet Eric, Wanda appeared in front of him: “Bradley, let’s talk. There might be a promotion for you.”

Swallowing his last bite of cookie, Bradley grinned.