The Houseboy: Chapter 10

After Ivan and I broke through our plateaus the holidays hit us hard. The three of us had no extended family to visit, which meant we staged the most extravagant feasts for ourselves while overindulging at every event that friends invited us to. Thanksgiving was almost too gluttonous. We had plans to do an evening dinner with some of Darius’ bear friends, which was sure to be an absolute pig-fest. However, we decided that it would be wise to do our own Thanksgiving at lunchtime to prep for the public feasting. 

All in all, by the end of the day I could barely breathe and had never been so severely uncomfortable from overeating in my life. I even grew paranoid my stomach was going to rupture. Darius and Ivan were in similar boats, with Darius becoming so bloated that he barely fit in the front seat of the Uber that drove us home. We were so full we didn’t even have the wherewithal to have sex or even masturbate. 

Holiday parties littered our calendar throughout December. Every single one we attended garnered comments about our size, along with belly pats galore. Darius made liters of delicious homemade eggnog throughout the month, keeping his growing boys contentedly full of cream and sugar. Ivan and I guzzled the egg nog like it was the last water left in an expansive desert. We drank so much on such a regular basis I was sure our blood was turning to cream, but in reality our bodies were turning to dough.

Christmas was an indulgent affair, but we didn’t overdo it like we did at Thanksgiving. Between feasting we exchanged gifts. Ivan and I received lots of new clothes which were much needed. The sweaters I’d been wearing for the past two months were barely covering my belly now and I only had one pair of pants that did not look completely obscene on me. Ivan rarely even wore clothes in the house, and when he ventured out it was usually in ill-fitting sweats. In addition to the new wardrobes, we each received a funnel and handcuffs. For Darius, Ivan and I took sexy professional photos with our folds and rolls on full display. All in all, our holiday was thoroughly sweet, both literally and figuratively. 

We did our December weigh-in one day early so that we could party on New Years Eve. I was surprised to be weighing in at 235 pounds, a number I never imagined seeing on the scale. I’d exceeded my New Year’s resolution by 15 pounds and felt positively plump. My belly was now so prominent that it entered the room before I did, taking up space wherever I wobbled. I was also ecstatic to have a bona fide overhang to play with. For the first time in my life I felt caked in fat, from my toes to my double chin. 

The extra weight made me feel grounded, and I had a newfound sense of manliness that was as sexy as it was confidence-boosting. I was no longer the little twink that Andrew bullied years ago. Gone were the days of feeling cold no matter the temperature, of folding up like a pretzel when I sat down, of having to pull up my pants as they slid down my flat ass. For the first time ever I felt large and in charge. 

Ivan was also growing at an impressive rate. He now sported a phenomenal belly, protruding far before him. For someone so lazy, it was surprising how firm his fat was. It was as though he was made of perfect spheres: two small ones on his chest, one large one on his belly, and two medium-sized ones on his ass. Darius also had put on some weight simply from being a good encourager and provider to his boys. He tried to keep it in check, but there was no denying the way his pants fit more snugly or how every chair creaked beneath him with the threat of collapse. With all the fresh flab the sex between the three of us was hotter than ever and so were our emotional bonds. 

“To celebrate just how much you boys have grown in less than a year, I have a big surprise for you,” Darius said extending a small gift wrapped box to each of us. 

We each undid the wrapping paper with glee. What more could he possibly give us? I tore off the lid of the box to see a plane ticket to Hawaii resting at the bottom. We were going to Hawaii at the start of February. I squealed with excitement and jumped up and down, noticing how my weight made the floor tremble, and ran over to embrace Darius. We kissed and turned towards Ivan. He had begun to cry. 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” I queried. 

“I… I can’t go,” he whimpered. “I didn’t know how to tell you guys but I got into Harvard. I’m starting spring semester, January 20th.” 

Darius desperately tried to find a solution, but unfortunately we couldn’t rebook and Ivan couldn’t miss the second week of classes. Tears were shed and sorrow enveloped us all. Darius and I were happy for him despite being angry he had kept this secret for so long. We promised to make each day leading up to his departure absolutely special, drenched in delicious foods