The Houseboy: Chapter 8

Not long after hanging out as a thruple Ivan had moved in. The first two weeks that we were living together were an idyllic honeymoon phase. Darius’ was back hitting the gym with regularity and growing himself into a massive daddy bear that fed, fucked, and sheltered his two chubby cubs. Ivan and I would spend long days feasting and playing video games together, only wearing clothes so that we could watch ourselves outgrow them. 

The house had become a temple to food and sex. We were fucking constantly. Ivan and I flip fucked in between meals all day while Darius was at work. When Darius returned he’d plow us each, spreading our fat asses wide so that the come from earlier in the day would leak out and lubricate his massive cock. Occasionally we’d do a train, typically with myself in the middle as I was the smallest and this made most logistical sense. Darius would beat my ass sending a ripple of fat reverberating between the three of us, and after we all orgasmed we’d have a mountain of fast food delivered to replenish our bodies from all the physical activity. 

Unfortunately, this synergy began to sour as Darius was accused of favoritism towards myself. Since I was smaller, he would often surprise me with extra treats and encouragement. Plus, Ivan worked part-time which meant that Darius and I had more opportunities for one-on-one dates. Finally, things exploded when Darius and I returned from the movies one day.

“Where were you guys?” Ivan queried when we walked through the door.

“The movies,” Darius replied, “you should have seen all the food we bought. The shrimpy teenager working the concession stand thought we were joking at first.”

“Yeah,” I chimed in, “and as we walked out some little girl said to her mom ‘I didn’t know gays could be so fat.’ It was pretty hot.”

“Well thanks for the invite…” Ivan said. 

“We thought we’d get some snacks in before you got home and started our feast,” Darius said sternly, clearly growing annoyed.

“The fuck with the tone? It’s not fair that Dylan gets all these extra dates and opportunities to gain just because I work. Plus, I told you guys I got off early today. What the fuck!”

“Dylan is smaller than you, he needs more attention to grow.” 

“Yeah, and besides it was just one movie…” I chimed in.

“What the fuck! No you guys go on a date almost every day that I work and I seriously feel like I’m in some gainer competition here to be the favorite and gain the most weight or some shit.” 

“Actually, that’s a great idea,” Darius said. “A competition between my boys. Whoever gains the most at our monthly weigh-in gets an elaborate date night. Until, then no dates unless it’s the three of us.”

Ivan looked me directly in the eyes and confidently declared: “Deal.”

I was annoyed and felt this whole scenario was completely unfair. We all knew it was harder for me to gain weight, especially being a solid 30 pounds lighter than Ivan, and it wasn’t my fault that Ivan works! He could be a houseboy like me if he wanted. Despite these obvious facts, a deal had now been made and I had three weeks to pork up as much as possible. 

I began by ordering groceries while everyone was away. I read that actors who needed to gain weight for a role would resort to melted ice cream, sheet cakes, beer, and pasta, so I ordered all of the above in excess in addition to any tasty-sounding processed snack I could find. There was no doubt this was going to be the dirtiest of bulks. While I was waiting for the groceries to deliver I picked up $30 worth of McDonald’s from down the street and dug in.

The doorbell rang and I gleefully stumbled to the door to accept my fattening delivery. The poor delivery boy looked exhausted from carrying the first round of bags over from his car. He asked me to sign for everything and I noticed the signatory was Ivan. The fat shit had beat me to the punch! The frail delivery boy continued to unload the mountain of groceries, and as he headed back to his car another delivery truck arrived.These ones were for me.

Once I got everything put away, I hatched a brilliant plan for getting back at Ivan: I would eat as many of his groceries as I could before he returned home. I sparked a huge joint and got properly stoned before digging in. I began with the deli-made mac and cheese, which was delicious and went down easy. While I fried up several pans of bacon I snacked on a premade cake using a mixing spoon. I refrained from liquids so I could maximize the space in my gut. I then opened all four bags of chips that Ivan had ordered and consumed them in mouthfuls while I melted down all of his ice cream. 

I smoked another joint and removed my restricting T-shirt then proceeded to top off my tank by choking down about two liters of ice cream. This filled in any empty space remaining in my belly, but strangely I was still hungry. The weed was doing the trick. I then popped a frozen pizza in the oven and turned my attention to a jar of chunky peanut butter. While the pizza baked I lazily swallowed spoonful after spoonful of the peanut butter. 

I awoke disoriented to the beeping of the oven timer. I must’ve fallen asleep while feasting. I pulled the pizza from the oven and waited impatiently for it to cool. My belly looked ridiculously distended, shiny, and taut from everything I managed to pack inside. I looked down and rubbed it with pride, causing my cock to harden and my appetite to ramp back up. I began jerking off while folding up slices of pizza and shoving them in my mouth. I was close to orgasm when the front door opened. 

“Holy shit,” Ivan said. “I’m jealous, but also turned on.” He took a step closer to the kitchen. “Wait… these are my groceries you fucker!”

He lunged and tackled me to the floor. I wasn’t much for wrestling with all the food I’d consumed and basically laid flat while he tried to initiate a fight. It didn’t take long for his motives to change.  Before I knew it, Ivan was pulling off my underwear and lubing up my ass with vegetable oil. I didn’t protest and continued to chomp down on pizza while he slid inside of me. As we fucked, we both continued to eat pizza until we both came in a greasy and slippery mess. I felt so full of food and come that Ivan had to help me up off the floor. 

The next three weeks continued with overt hostility and an underlying horniness between Ivan and I, which typically exploded into hot and aggressive sex. Darius was dazzled by all of this and often stoked the competition between us. I became so horned up every day that all I could think about was getting fatter and fatter. When I noticed that fresh stretch marks had formed on Ivan’s inner thighs, I grew intensely jealous. He was getting properly fat and I had to outdo him. 

By the time the weigh-in arrived there was no denying that we were both noticeably thicker. Still, it was not clear who had gained the most. Darius had bought a three tiered chocolate cake reserved for the winner along with tickets to the fanciest buffet in town. I nervously watched as Ivan stepped on the scale first. 

I admired the way his body had become so swollen with fat. His pasty dimpled ass formed two bulbous spheres that sat atop doughy thighs that rubbed together with every step he took. From behind, his love handles had grown as wide as his broad shoulders, giving away the fact that a prodigious mound of blubber hung from his stomach. From the front, he had developed a proper overhang that eclipsed his impressive fat pad, but not yet his dick. His chest had grown soft as well, pressing against nearly all his T-shirts. Ivan looked like the pillsbury doughboy. He looked like someone who loved his sweet treats and struggled to climb stairs. I envied this. 

This is not to say that I wasn’t looking plump myself. My belly was finally catching up to my lower body, creating a more proportional distribution of weight that sent my confidence skyrocketing. I was still probably twenty pounds away from a true overhang, but relished the way my gut folded at the waist and rested on my lap when I sat down. I wore this badge of gluttony with pride, sitting up straight with my legs spread wide whenever I was in public so as to put my fat on full display. 

In the bedroom, my favorite body part was now my fat pad. It had grown from a little puff above my junk to an appendage of its own, sandwiched between my padded thighs and gooey gut. It was sensitive to the touch and I enjoyed having it squeezed during sex. I’d also developed a slight roll under my chin, but still not quite a bona fide double chin. This too was very sensitive and hard to ignore. I was finally achieving the sensation of being coated in fat. 

The numbers on the scale shot higher and higher for Ivan. I grew increasingly nervous as it revealed he had gained 13 pounds in three weeks, a lofty number to beat. I cautiously stepped my wobbling body onto the scale. Ivan’s face was beaming and I could see Darius getting hard beneath his sweatpants. My heart was pounding as the numbers rose and settled on 215. I had gained a solid 15 pounds which meant that I won the competition!