It’s…hard to remember precisely how it felt, because it feels so normal now. I reached up and pulled out my earbuds, and my arms felt so heavy. I mean, they’d always felt heavy, or at least they’d been feeling heavy, from all the effort I’d been putting in making them bigger, but this wasn’t the heaviness of exhaustion–no, they were literally heavy in a way I hadn’t quite expected. I looked down at myself, and I couldn’t speak, I could barely even understand what I was looking at. I don’t quite know what I’d been expecting–some part of me, I think, had been expecting to see muscles there. I mean, I’d been spending all of that time at the gym, hadn’t I?
No, not the gym. Why would I have been at the gym? I’d been eating, of course. Eating and eating and eating, just like the training had told me to.
Those thoughts, they hit so hard in my head, and it was impossible to disbelieve them, but I still felt like they weren’t mine. Like…like they’d been put in there somehow, I could still see the and feel the places where they’d been stitched it without even realizing they’d been put there. I tried to think around them, but every time I tried to challenge them, it was like they’d force my brain back onto the proper track. About how good it felt to be fat, about how hard I’d worked to look like this, about how much I wanted this. And the more I thought it, the fainter the seams became, the more the thoughts seemed…like mine.
I could barely even process my body, at first. It was such a…difference! How it the world had I not noticed? All this time, I’d thought nothing had been happening, and in fact I’d been growing so much. When Jay had first introduced me to the program, I had been about 220, a little pudgy sure, but still relatively fit. Now, though–I ran my thick hands around the sides of my gut, pushing up gently as I did, feeling them press into the flab there, before releasing it down. I…I jiggled, and my cock twitched. I ran my hands over it again, and this time went up, pressing into myself, amazed at the softness, until I reached my moobs, where my pecs had been, and I cupped them both, feeling their heft, pinching my nipples, and I groaned. My cock was…was so hard. I was so happy like this, this made me feel so good. I was so happy that all of my training hadn’t been for nothing.
I looked over, and Jay was there–I also hadn’t been able to see what had been happening to him. I was big, sure–when we finally managed to weigh ourselves later, I was 365 pounds, and Jay had crested 405. His gut sagged further than mine, so far that some of it drooped over his crotch. He was…crying, when I looked at him. I think they might have started out of fear, but my the time he looked up at me, they were obviously tears of happiness. And why not? We’d both been working so hard on this, on our bodies. He looked…he looked good, too. And sure, I was a bit jealous. I’d tried so hard, but how in the world had Jay gotten that much larger than me in the same amount of time? Still, I wasn’t…unsatisfied with my own body, but the idea that I could get even bigger–my gut was rock solid now, and pressing against the bottom of my gut, as I walked over to…to touch Jay’s body. I had to feel it, and he…he wanted to feel mine too, and then we were kissing, and…and everything just kind of snowballed from there.
Neither of us had thought we were gay. We’d both been with women–that is, not recently, of course. We’d been much too busy training to date anyone, of course. But when our eyes met, I think we both felt a hunger neither of us really understood until we were pressing our fat together, feeling how…how good it felt, how warm we both were, how soft. How hungry were were, not for food, but for contact, and validation, and…and for someone who wanted to get bigger too. We did it right there on the floor–he sucked me off first, and then I dug around in his amazing fatpad until I could fish out his cock (it was surprisingly small, actually. He’d always told me he had a good sized piece of meat, but it couldn’t have been more than three inches) and sucked on the head until he came with a long groan, and I swallowed all the cum down, and fuck the taste of it! It was one of the greatest things I’d ever had, and I knew right then I was gay. Or even if I wasn’t, cum was the only thing I would crave out of sex anymore.
We laid there on the floor for a few minutes, sweaty and tired and too happy to try and figure out how to get up from the carpet. His gut grumbled first, and mine followed soon after, and it was that which finally propelled us back up and into his kitchen, where we proceeded to stuff each other’s faces, pausing on occasion to suck down another load of cum as soon as one of us got close to exploding. It was…I was so…happy, but at the same time, I was so terrified. I…I couldn’t control myself. I’d never acted like this in my life, and yet it felt so natural, it felt like I’d been doing it all the time. My body was moving before my brain could catch up. By the end…it felt better, but the lag was still there. I’m still not sure I’m ever in control, really, and I…I want to be in control, you know? Maybe that’s why we ended up going in different directions, after that, Jay and I, I mean. Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. What happened next, was that towards the end of our meal, someone knocked on Jay’s front door.
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