“You two are so close, and yet completely wrong for each other, how about we fix that, eh?”
Lars woke up, still groggy with sleep, trying to hold onto the dream he’d been having. He and Drew–his roommate and best friend–had been in it…but then Santa Claus? Dressed up like one of the leather guys the two of them were always making fun of at the club? Lars and Drew were both fairly young and fairly twinkish, and while they got along great–unfortunately neither one of them was the least bit sexually interested in the other. Lars was more into muscular, slightly older bearish guys, and Drew was, well, a bit of a chubby chaser. Still, they were friends, and good ones at that. Gay guys didn’t need to fuck to be friends.
Lars tried to roll over and get up out of bed, but found himself stuck–pinned down to the mattress by something. He opened his eyes and looked down, and saw that some sort of massive pink blanket had been thrown over him that was amazingly heavy. In fact, it was even hard for him to breathe. He tried to move again, and he watched the thing covering him ripple and waver, and he realized it wasn’t a blanket–it was him! He was so fucking fat, he couldn’t even get up out of his bed.
He lifted one huge arm and just stared at it, the flab hanging off his bones, buried deep inside somewhere, no wrist to be found just one pudgy hand with four bulbous fingers and a thumb. It was so massive, he was so massive, it was difficult to even piece together the sensations of himself, of all of him rubbing against himself, in every fold and crevice…
“How’s my sweet little piggy today?” a deep voice said outside the door to his room, and when it opened a moment later, Lars’ jaw dropped. There in the doorway was the hottest muscle bear he’d ever seen, wearing nothing but a jockstrap, beeming at him like he was the most important thing in the world. Unable to help himself, he gave a little snort of glee at the sight of Drew, his lover, as he came over and started massaging his flabby body. “Breakfast will be ready in a bit, but I just had to see my piggy for his Christmas kisses,” Drew said, and he made out with Lars’ fat face, neither one of them entirely sure that this was happening, but both of them too overwhelmed at the sight of their fantasies made real in the other that they couldn’t stop.
The food started then, and didn’t stop for hours. Lars had no idea where Drew was even getting it all, as the wave of breakfast slammed down into his gullet and ended with a smattering of snacks, Lars never not eating as Drew worshiped and pleasured himself in and on his immobile lover, leaving for more snacks before Lars could be empty handed, and then they were into lunch, and then dinner. At the end of the day, Lars hadn’t moved an inch, but he was exhausted, and he had a terribly wonderful feeling that there were going to be a lot more days like this one from here on out.
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