PART 14
“End of month 4, babe!” the video started, “Time to check in, if the scale can even still handle your fat ass.”
“Don’t joke about that” Hunter said, walking up to the camera in his favorite t shirt, still in denial that 2 inches of belly were drooping out of the bottom. “That thing only goes up to 300, I gotta order a new one soon.”
“Scale. Now.” I commanded.
282. 14lb in a month, and up 56lb from day one. I was surprised. Don’t get me wrong, that pace is excellent even for the most natural gainers (or at least when it’s not your full-time job like Hunter). But he looked WAY bigger than just an extra 14lb.
Something had changed in the last month. It was as if overnight he went from beefy jock to big musclechub. When the scale read off the body fat composition, that’s when we knew. He was only up 1lb of muscle in that last month.
“I told you, babe.” I consoled him, “You were packing on muscle so fast, it’s just not sustainable. Looks like your body took a month off. I’m sure it’ll pick up again next month, ok?”
He was still standing on the scale. Looking down, feeling his new overhang with both hands. He didn’t look disappointed. Just taking it all in.
And there was so much to take in. Everywhere had softened on him that month. His pecs, still solid and strong, were more rounded compared to the dinner plates he had just weeks ago. And they now sat on a new crease that crossed the top of his belly. That belly now bowed out in front of him, slowly chipping away at his view of his toes.
He had the perfect overhang - very athletic - no droop to it at all (yet). On the sides, it gave way to love handles defined by new, sharp creases half way up his back. The handles were slowly inflating, creeping around the back to the point where, probably in a month or two, they would meet at his spine.
But below.. Hunter’s ass was like a revelation. Its perkiness had only increased over the last 50 lbs. It seemed like half his new weight had gone there. His snug sweatpants jutted out, up and to the sides.
I once heard someone jokingly compare a huge ass to “two pigs under a blanket, fighting over a milk dud.” But seriously, seeing Hunter walk around these last few days in those sweatpants.. the description really wasn’t far off. His already beefy ass was becoming an entity in and of itself.
“Babe!”
I must have zoned out drooling at his beast of an ass. “You were staring. Wow, I guess for the first time in my life I kinda feel objectified” he said.
“Fuck it I don’t care” I said to myself as I took the two biggest handfulls of booty that I possibly could. It felt divine. I melted into Hunter’s back and instinctually let out a slow “Unnnnnnnfffffff.”
“Heh wow, you really do just love big asses, don’t ya babe?” Hunter chuckled. “I guess you were telling the truth that time back in the pub.”
“So you DID hear that whole thing! You fucker!” I said, a little embarassed, but also with a shit-eating grin on my face.
Hunter didn’t react. Instead, without turning, he reached around and deftly slipped his hand down the front of my pants. I choked as he grabbed my boner and, reaching his other hand around, opened the back of his sweats and slipped my dick inside. His perfect ass felt so good with me just wedged between his cheeks. I could stay there forever.
I was pushing into him, grinding instinctively, cupping his chest. He leaned his head back, taking in the experience of being felt this way for the first time.
“Babe, I’m a fat guy now” he realized.
“More.” Was all I could mutter. “I want sooo much more” I squeezed.
Hunter flexed his butt, which tugged at my boner. “Dude. Are you, already.. leaking?” he said.
“I. Like. Big. Butts” I panted, still blissed out.
He reached around and grabbed me again, pondering my boner and thumbing at its head. “I’m a different guy now. I turned into a fat guy.”
Another pause and then he spun around, ripping my boner out of his sweats. He held my face up, surprising me with his intensity.
“If you want this ass, it’s yours. You can take it right now. But I’m not going to go back, understand? If you take it now, then you’re sticking with topping for good. I fucking hate flipping.”
*****
PART 15
On the bed, climbing my way on top of Hunter’s ass, I chuckled because I actually felt like a mountaineer tackling a new peak. It was actually that big, and it stuck straight up when he was face down.
But I was in heaven. Not only was this the biggest ass I’ve ever had, but it was also the perkiest. Hunter was built like a fucking ox. And better yet, it was an ass that I helped build. I was finally admiring my handiwork.
Mounting Hunter, my mind just went blank. I was on auto-pilot, losing myself in the moment, grabbing, caressing, until- road block.
It’s not that Hunter was tight, his hole was completely *closed*. “Uhh, babe? Is this.. your first time?”
“Yeah man, just go for it.” What an idiot. Such a boyscout, great attitude, but clueless.
I pushed my greased head against his hole. “I actually want you to fight back, baby. Close up and shut me out.”
“What? Why” he mumbled.
“Just fucking do it.”
I felt the pinch and he clenched his hole tight. “Good boy.” I pushed harder, and he pushed back. “Goooooood boy”, I cooed. “Hold it. Hold it..”
He could only hold out much longer- no guy can really hold his ring shut more than half a minute or so.
And like that, his sphincter began to relax as he couldn’t hold it shut any longer. It opened up, swallowing my boner along with it.
Hunter gasped, “how’d you do that?”
“Surprised you didn’t know that trick, Mr. Big Butch Pleaser Top” I chided him.
“Fucker.” He said as I slapped the back of my right hand against his left cheek. “Dude your ass is insane. So big, so soft, but no bounce. It’s still all muscle down here.”
“For now” he said.
“Damn right, baby. You’re gunna grow this ass for me. A fat dick like mine- it deserves a nice big ass doesn’t it?”
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnffff” he moaned. Was he cumming? He was cumming. This was actually the first time I had ever seen him cum. Looks like the pleaser top got fat and turned out to be a hungry bottom!
That thought did me in and I immediately started pumping my load. I collapsed on top of him, still inside, and he turned around to kiss me deeply.
“Dude. I could feel your dick twitching when you came” he said.
“You’re welcome.”
He stared into my eyes. “Wow. I just feel.. really, really close to you right now.”
*****
PART 16
Month 5 was a blur, as Hunter really came into his own. Not only as a beefy power lifter, but also in learning to take dick like a champ. It had to be his way of processing the changes we were making to his body.
The intensity of his gaining regimen and our maturing romance combined to make for a *lot* of sex. An embarrasing amount of sex. Like, some days not getting out of bed at all amount of sex. (Except for me feeding him, of course).
As he grew, spooning made less and less sense. His gut was pushing out more and more each day. I joked that it was going to push me straight out of the bed.
I tried being big spoon once, but he was just so much taller. Plus he insisted on still being big spoon, even if his gut was pushing me further and further away each night.
The little “fat phase” that he went through in month 4 was definitely over. Of course he steadily packed on more gut during month 5, but the new muscle growth came roaring back, too.
Watching through his iPhone while I was filming, Hunter looked positively huge when it came time for his weigh-in at the end of month 5. His gut looked FULL and rounded. His arms, butt and calves were popping - definitely a lot more muscle - but his gut was perilously close to starting to droop. “I think we’ve got a record gain this month!” I said.
“We sure do, babe” he said as he squeezed *my* side.
“Huh?” The video shook and he grabbed the phone out of my hand and pointed it at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but get on the scale, Hunter.”
He picked me up - effortlessly - and plopped me down on his new, 500lb-capacity scale. When I go back and watch the video, the horror in my face is still so fresh. Hunter asked “so, what did you weigh the night we met?”
“I don’t ever really weigh myself, but I’m usually about 190?”
“Yeah? Hunter said. You think you’re still there?”
I looked down. I had definitely been indulging in some of Hunter’s meals recently. And my front felt a bit bigger, but nothing that couldn’t go away after eating smart for a few days. Probably just bloat.
The phone lingered on my little love handles (I’ve always had them- I’m not going to try and get rid of them, it just won’t happen) and then zoomed onto the scale readout. 208.
“Looks like I’m not the only growing boy,” Hunter teased.
I paused. I was shocked, but I wasn’t going to let Hunter take advantage.
“Guess not!” I said. “Fuck it, I could care less.” So I packed on 20 some pounds feeding the man of my dreams. It’s an occupational hazard that all of us feeders face. “Oh well, your turn- up on the scale for you!”
299. Up 17 in a month- a record indeed. Also, the first time that he couldn’t see over his gut to read the number, adding an extra level of suspense.
“We did it, babe! You’re up the 70 pounds that you needed to stay on the team. And then a few more..”
Hunter studied his new size in the mirror. He was smirking. “This is really going to make me more competitive. Thanks, babe. I feel so strong.”
“Well, no sense in stopping now. Especially when you’re only one pound away from 300.” Surely there’s some rule in feeder law saying that I’m morally obligated to pack twinkies into him until the dial rolls over to 300.
“Totally!” he said. “One more month until the season starts.. every ounce I gain in these 4 weeks is just icing on the cake.” He slapped his gut. “Literally!”
Just before he shut off the video, he panned back to my love handles as I was walking out of the bathroom. “And maybe a few more pounds on here, too!” he said.
“Fine by me, as long as it tastes good!” I said over my shoulder.
*****
PART 17
“You have to be fucking kidding me” I said, staring at the work email. I was getting sent back to Chicago - for a week this time - and it was the last week before Hunter’s rugby season started.
Hunter had been pushing to make this month his biggest gain, so he could impress the team and “start the season off right.” He had done another round of capacity building days, as grueling as they were, and was now consistently exceeding 12,000 calories a day.
This time around, I was more involved. For the last 10 days before the season started, we had planned an epic sprint - nearly constant feeding - to make sure we rolled the roundest, most plump version of Hunter past the 6-month finish line.
“Come to Chicago with me!” I suggested, not really thinking through the details.
“I’ve got two-a-day practices that whole week, you know I can’t.”
“But I promised I’d be there for you to hit those 20,000 calories a day in a row.”
“It’s your job, you’ve gotta go. And this is my job, so I’ll just have to figure it out. It’s fine, babe.”
He was right, but I didn’t want to accept it. I had to think of something.
Later that night I went to another GromOff with Dan (my RockBar buddy), who had been following Hunter’s progress from the day we had met. To be honest, I actually owed a fair amount of Hunter’s success to Dan, as I’ve never pushed a gainer this big before. But Dan, who had taken his charity case of a husband (seriously, he had a BMI of 18 on their wedding day), somehow crashed his metabolism, and then gotten him into the upper reaches of obesity in under 3 years- he was the real expert. He had been my lifeline on all matters menu planning, capacity building, motivation, pacing.. even the awkward questions about fat sex.
Dan and I, now both happily coupled, were pretty much ignoring the other patrons. I was griping about my predicament with the upcoming work trip and how it would mean that I’d miss the most important time to support Hunter.
“Well…” Dan said, “why not have Derek and me over?”
“Really, would you be willing?”
“Sure, I’d be happy to. Plus, well.. Hunter’s pretty fucking hot. I love Derek, but he’s just a butter ball. Never worked out a day in his life. That’s what I love, but I wouldn’t mind at least once having the chance to feed a jock like Hunter.”
I thought about it. “Strictly for building up my professional experience, of course,” he chuckled.
I kept thinking about it that evening at home. Then I had an idea, but I needed to get into Hunter’s phone. He always kept it by his side, so I loaded a dozen donuts in him and he passed out like clockwork.
Lifting up the iPhone from Hunter’s snoozing bulk, I went through his contacts and dialed.
“Hi, this is Hunter’s boyfriend- is this Fredrickson?”
*****
PART 18
Hunter handed me my suitcase as the uber to Laguardia pulled up. “There we go, I knew you’d cheer up. Don’t worry about me, I’m going to eat my brains out. Ok babe?”
I kissed him, then kissed his gut, which - let’s be frank - I care about just as much. He chuckled, which now make him jiggle a bit. That was new.
Hunter was right, I was in a better mood. But that was because I had a plan to make those last days before rugby season *count*.
As my car pulled off for the airport, another uber uptown - specifically an uberXL - was picking up Dan, Derek’s amble girth, and trays full of food en route to Hunter’s.
When Hunter’s doorbell rang, he opened it up to find his old teammate Frederickson. Or rather - as Hunter later described - a guy that ‘looked like Frederickson ate Frederickson’. Linda was standing somewhere behind him (not that she was very visible).
Frederickson was just as surprised by Hunter’s new size. “Congrats on the new girth” he said, poking Hunter’s pooch. “I heard you could use some help bulking up even more.”
Frederickson, Linda, Dan and Derek set up camp in Hunter’s apartment for the week. I’d get occasional updates by FaceTime, but I didn’t need them. I knew my plan was working.
The plan was so simple. I didn’t leave any instructions for anybody, because I knew it would all be driven by Hunter’s competitive streak. Derek had to be comfortably over 350 by now, and Frederickson was definitely more. Lord knows that both of them were going to *eat*.
And I also know Hunter is not the type to be outdone by anybody, in any way. So that week he ate, and ate, and ate, constantly keeping an eye on the competition.
When I got home late Friday night, the three boys were all fast asleep on the couches- even skinny Dan was clearly in food coma, with a visible bump. Linda was wiping down the kitchen counter, humming to herself.
“Welcome home,” she whispered. “I think you’ll be very pleased.”
I couldn’t wait. Just seeing Hunter bloated there on the couch - visibly fatter than even the week prior - I had to know what the damage was.
I gently woke him up, whispering excitedly like a kid on Christmas morning. We snuck into the bathroom and I started recording on his phone.
He was so sleepy - how is he just so damn cute when he’s in food coma? - but was happy to oblige my instructions. “Okay,” I whispered into the video- here we are, the night before rugby season starts. Now Hunter I know you’re not empty, but I just want to see what you weigh right now.”
He stepped on the scale. “What do I weigh babe? Tell me!” He could barely see his toes, let alone the number on the scale.
And there it was. 326.1. His real weight will fluctuate- he had just eaten a giant meal, after all. But, in that moment, he was exactly 100lb above his weight on the night we met.
“Babe, I am so proud of you” I said. He picked me up, walked out of the bathroom and threw me down on his bed. I flipped onto my back just in time for him to belly flop on me, grabbing my wrists and pinning me down.
He kissed me all over my neck in that same distracting way he had on our first morning together. And just as distracting, he somehow managed to lube me up while he did. He lowered his huge beefybody onto my boner, massive ass greedily enveloping all of me. It was our first time having sex with his crushing weight on top of me.
Just before he started to give me the best cowboy ride of my life, he leaned in. “I’m so glad you came into my life” he said as he gave me a long, deep kiss.