Huge

Written by IN_bigOaf

 

Part One

 

I wasn't too keen on the move, but the boss said I had to. The end

of the fat-and-happy 90's left our company scrambling to

consolidate facilities and trim costs wherever possible. This meant

that my 20 minute commute was about to become an hour. Well,

the fat-and happy 90's had also left me fat-and-happy. I'd given up

trying to find a workout partner at the gym, heck, I only went to look

at the other people there anyway.

 

I had discovered gaining chat rooms and found that these fantasies

I'd had since childhood weren't weird at all, and spent a year trying

to find someone in the area to fatten up. Finally I just gave up and

started on myself. It was really fun exploring my scientific curiosity.

I tried gainer shakes, heavy cream, [that stuff is gross, but it

works!], and I found all of the all-you-can-eat places within close

driving distance of the office. I would take a newspaper with me, or

something I'd printed out from the web, get a remote table and just

eat.

 

Slowly, methodically, cleaning one plate, reaching a stopping place

in my reading, and loading up another, I loved the feeling of eating

till it absolutely hurt. I got really horny each time I would notice that

my shirt was spreading between buttons, while it had fit fine when I

came in. I also spent a lot of time glancing over my paper to watch

the really big guys loading up at the buffet. I loved seeing them lean

way in to get to something in the back, while their bellies totally

enveloped the tray table in soft blubber. Some of those guys must

have been well over 400 pounds, and it looked like they all wore the

same size shirt! I couldn't take my eyes off the big wobbly bellies

that took the shape of the skin-tight polo shirts, and I imagined what

the struggle must look like to get the shirt tucked in. I tried to

picture what they must look like with the shirt off, big huge tits

resting atop a soft bloated belly with its cavernous belly button.

God, I'm in heaven!

 

I also loved seeing the young construction workers, the guys who

had been the big tough jocks in high school. Now they wore their

shirts untucked in the hopes that no one would see what a year or

two of food, beer and inactivity can do. In a year and a half I had

gone from 210 pounds of mostly muscle to 260 pounds of mostly

fat, and on my 6-foot frame, it was really starting to show. My belly

was rounding out nicely, and it turned me on just to walk down the

hall. It had grown out so that there was a nice round paunch

hanging beyond my belt, and each step I took would cause it to pull

downward. I could get a rhythm going if I didn't think anyone was

looking, and by the time I got to the end of the hall my cock was

raging hard and demanding attention.

 

My goal was to see what 300 to 350 pounds was like. I mean, this

was all just scientific curiosity. If it started to affect my health, or if

I didn't like it, I could always lose it again. Losing weight had never

really been tough for me. Now I was discovering how fucking hot it

felt to get fat. I had never been so horny in all my life. Every night I

would finish a huge dinner and jerk off rubbing my belly and fall

asleep.

 

And now the move. I hated having to pack up books and prototype

parts from my shelves and desk, hated having to finally sort through

the stacks of papers I had kept for some reason, now unknown. I

scavenged boxes from all over, and loaded as much as I could into

the truck. It was amazing how quickly I'd get out of breath just

walking up and down the stairs a couple of times to load the boxes.

I also discovered that it felt the most comfortable to carry the boxes

under my belly, letting it rest on top. Unloading the truck meant

doing it all again, this time for a new audience.

 

I recognized a few faces at my new building, as I'd seen them in

meetings, but most of the faces were new. I could feel eyes on me

every second, being the new guy.

 

"You're Scott, aren't you?" came a voice from behind me as I bent

to put a box down in my cube. I turned around to greet quite

possibly the biggest, most muscular man I'd ever seen in person.

"I'm Dave, Dave Parker? I know we've e-mailed a bunch for the

U152 program, but I don't think we've ever met. Welcome to the

neighborhood."

 

This guy was fucking HUGE. . . I don't even know the names for all

the muscles that were bulging grotesquely beneath his baggy

business-casual attire. His head was propped between monstrous

delts, his shoulders went out past the sleeve seams of his shirt, and

the muscles connecting his shoulders to his pecs formed a shelf

beneath his chin that I could have stood my books on. His arms

stuck out from his sides to accommodate the enormous lats that

grew there, and his biceps rested like huge slabs of meat, actually

hanging a bit under their own weight. Anything from the edge of his

chest-shelf to his waist was a mystery, as the baggy shirt was

pulled down into his pants. He was obviously wearing pants that

were much bigger than his waist, to make room for his massive

legs. A belt cinched the pants so tight that it left folds in the

waistband. His voice was normal, even soft, not like the bass I

would have expected from this cartoon of a man.

 

"You look like you could use some help there. " His words shook

me out of my trance, and I blushed as I wondered how long I'd

been gawking.

 

"Uhhh. . . yeah. . . sure could." My mental engines start up slowly.

As I stood up, I noticed his eyes dart down to my belly and back up

again. It's something I have become aware of only after putting on

a gut, and I now understand what women with large breasts

endure.

 

He smiled warmly as I extended my hand, and his engulfed mine in

a warm handshake. "I've got a few more boxes down in the truck. "

 

"Oh, a pickup man. . . What do you drive?"

 

"Dodge Ram. It's my baby."

 

"Cool. I'll have to show you mine sometime. It's at home today

'cause it was too damn nice out to leave my bike at home."

 

I tried making polite conversation while not letting on too much that I

was totally fascinated with this guy's physique. If I'd met him two

years ago, I might have never gotten so damn fat. We brought the

last boxes in, and I got to follow him up the stairs, this mountain of

man gliding gracefully in front of me. I hurried to keep up and ended

up panting at the top of the stairs. As much as I wanted to stare at

him all day, I really wished that Dave would go away so I could

start hunting local buffets.

 

I also didn't think my cock could stay still for much more of this.

Every move he made caused waves of muscle to dance beneath his

shirt.

 

"Hey, it's gettin' close to lunch time. You wanna go grab something?

I'm starved!"

 

Crap. I'm stuck with Schwartzenegger for sprouts and garbanzo

beans. I hope this doesn't become a habit. "Yeah, sure. . . what's

around here?"

 

"I was thinkin' we could hit a buffet, that way we can both get

whatever we want," said Dave. I hope I didn't smile too quickly, but

this guy probably didn't realize how much he was helping me out.

 

Dave arranged himself a tiny salad and I fell into my old habit,

loading a plate as high as I could with pasta, meatballs, pizza, beef,

mashed potatoes and gravy, and an assortment of chicken wings.

 

"Dude, you're allowed to go back again," Dave joked as we sat

down. We started talking and I started eating. We talked about

work, cars, where we'd gone to school, and I went back for plate

after plate while Dave nursed his salad. He was pleasant and fun to

talk to, and I just totally let myself pig out.

 

After the fourth heaping plate of food, I tossed my napkin onto the

table and said "Oof, I think I overdid it." My belly was stuffed tight

and was just beginning to feel sore. I was breathing in short quick

breaths that I tried to keep silent so as not to embarrass myself

further.

 

"What? you didn't even hit the dessert bar yet!" Dave smiled and

got up. God, he was hot and I just wanted to watch him walk away.

He was sexy as hell from any angle.

 

"Come on," he said, and I got up and followed slowly. Dave loaded

up a dinner plate with desserts, short cake, cheesecake, cookies,

brownies, and he also got a bowl of soft-serve ice cream with

sprinkles. Was this guy nuts? I followed suit, showing clearly that I

knew my way around a dessert bar. The trip gave my belly time to

stretch out some, and we sat down and dove in. I totally outpaced

Dave, and he finished the ice cream and a brownie and one piece

of cake and stopped.

 

I was just scooping up the last of a brownie slathered in chocolate

syrup when he belched and said "Ugh. I don't think I can eat any

more. God it's a shame to take food and then not eat it. . . You

want these? I haven't touched them or nothing. "

 

He gestured to the plate still heaped with desserts and I felt my

belly tighten a bit. What was this guy thinking? I can't eat all that!

He shoved the plate over to me and went back to talking about

trucks. I started to eat again, totally hypnotized by his enthusiasm.

 

"Oh shit," he said as he checked his watch. "We better get back. "

 

I grabbed the last cookie, threw a big tip, and we headed out. Man

my gut was fucking killing me as I flopped into the truck. I had never

noticed before, but my belly was just barely brushing the steering

wheel. . . Had that ever happened before? Holy shit!

 

I parked next to Dave when I got back, and he got out and waited

for me. There was no amount of slouching or sucking-in that would

hide my belly now. I was so damn full that the only way to keep my

belly from hurting was to arch my back a bit and actually push it

out.

 

"Man, we almost put that place outta business," Dave laughed as

he laid a hand on my belly. "I think there's enough food in there to

feed a starving nation." His fingers massaged it a bit, as though to

get a sense of its softness. "There's a couple other places like that

around here we can hit if you're interested. Some are a bit cheaper

than that one, but they're not as close."

 

Man was I close. . . close to shooting a huge load! Did he just say

what I think he just said? He took his hand away, totally oblivious as

to whether I liked being touched or not, and we walked back to the

building.

 

I have met guys like him before, guys who were so comfortable in

their body and their sexuality that they could touch anyone

anywhere and think nothing of it. I had been becoming increasingly

shy about being touched as I gained, but for some reason I felt at

ease with this guy, like any chance to get him to touch me put me

one step closer to touching him back.

 

Hitting the buffets soon became our routine, and Dave became my

lunch buddy. I was too timid to ask him about his physique, and too

timid to ask what he thought of mine. All I knew was that I was

pigging out every day to the gentle encouragement of a man that

my greatest fantasies could never create. Each day I pushed

myself to eat more than the day before, and though Dave never

said it directly, I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. Like

a good typist can type without looking at the keyboard, I could eat

without thinking, just absorbed in conversation with Dave. And like

most bodybuilders, he had a habit of unconsciously flexing and

feeling himself while talking to me, which only made me eat more.

 

Two weeks after moving to the new office I had to buy new shirts,

and I placed an order for new 42" waist pants. . . even though I

was still comfortable in 38's. Wishful thinking, I guess. A month

after our first lunch outing, I weighed myself fresh out of the

shower. I had to lean way forward to see over my belly, which

seemed to be growing almost straight out. 290?! Jesus Christ! My

cock was at attention and throbbing, so I headed for my recliner

with a box of tissues and a head full of images of Dave. My belly

rose up high when I slouched down, and rocking fast with my foot

would make it slosh up and down. Fuck I want more!!! I'm gonna

blow by 300 so fucking fast, 350's gonna happen in two more

months! Then what?? My belly was already more erotic than I could

have ever imagined. . . it stood straight out like I was 9 months

pregnant. Lathering it up in the shower was enough to get my cock

throbbing, and now I wanted to see just how sexy this could get!

 

Part Two

 

Two weeks later the dial on the scales spun around and bounced

until it stopped squarely on 302. This is fucking hot! My cock was

practically beating itself on my underbelly, as hard as it was

throbbing. I don't think I had ever shot a load so big or so far as

that morning.

 

For lunch Dave and I hit one of our regular haunts and got our

regular table with a familiar waitress. We always tip well, and she

keeps my glass topped off with root beer. I was plowing through

my 5th or 6th plate when Dave reached across the table

--mid-sentence-- and harpooned a meatball from my pile. The

swiftness of moving his thickly muscled torso and arm to get it so

fast totally amazed me, and I felt a slight breeze as he swept it

away and popped it into his mouth.

 

"Eh, these aren't bad, but not nearly as good as the ones I make,"

he said thoughtfully.

 

"You cook?" I asked, hoping to open up a better subject than

hockey and pickup trucks.

 

"Fuck yeah! Hey, it's Friday and there's a game on tonight. Why

don't you come over and I'll whip up some grub for ya. I might even

make Mom's special meatballs." He grinned widely and winked,

taking me totally by surprise. Even after a month of studying this

guy's every flinch, he never ceased to throw me the occasional

curve.

 

"Sure, man. . . I'll stop by my place after work and change, then I'll

be over, OK?"

 

"Awesome. " He grinned again, warmer than ever, and

subconsciously rubbed one of his massive pecs.

 

When I got home, I quickly stripped down to change, but seeing

and feeling my belly, still bloated from the noontime gorging, got me

so horny I just had to relieve some pressure before heading to

Dave's. Maybe now I won't get hard in front of him, I thought. I

threw on my loosest jeans and left my tee shirt untucked, and

headed out. Dave's house had steps up to the back door with no

landing, so I knocked on his door while standing two steps down.

 

When the door opened, I know I must have had the exact same

expression as the first time I ever saw Dave, because I was staring

straight at the most grotesquely overstuffed basket I'd ever seen. I

had always seen Dave in baggy Dockers, but tonight he was in

skin-tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination. My eyes worked

their way around the bulge, taking careful stock of the outline of a

fat cockhead on one side, and an even bigger, lower bulge of his

nuts on the other. My cock never hangs that far down a leg unless

it's hard, and he was totally soft! And his balls each had to be about

the size of a lemon! His monster unit was separated by the crotch

of his jeans, pulled tight by the muscled bubble butt on the other

side. He wore a tee shirt that was not tucked in, and it cascaded

over his pecs and hung straight down to his waist, leaving it totally

uncertain as to whether he had ripped abs or a modest belly.

 

"You gonna come in?" He snapped me out of my trance.

 

"Oh! hehe. . . uhhh. . . yeah. . . hey, how's it going? God something

smells good!" Dave ignored my ogling and ushered me off to the

kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed two beers and handed

me one. "You said you liked Molson, right? Well," he laughed,

"you'd better, 'cause I bought a whole damn case of the stuff. Have

as many as you want. It's taking up too much room in the fridge."

 

The table was set and he started bringing platters and mixing bowls

full of food. There had to be enough to feed 5 or 6 grown men.

"You expecting company? Shit, you cooked a whole cow!" I

laughed.

 

"Naw. . . this is all for us. It'll be like going to the buffet, only we've

got enough time to actually fill up for a change."

 

We sat down and dug in, with Dave gushing about where each

recipe had come from, what he'd altered, and so on. Everything

was so good, I lost count of the number of times I refilled my plate.

Sometimes Dave would put a small portion onto his plate, then a

huge scoop onto mine. "Don't let this stuff go to waste," he said. It's

not as good re-heated."

 

As I started to slow down, Dave glanced up at the clock. "Hey, I'll

bet the pre-game show is on. He shoved the chair back and stood

up in one movement, again giving me a great view of his

overendowment. He grabbed two more beers from the fridge and

headed into the living room. He put both beers on the coffee table

and dragged it out away from the couch.

 

It was an old couch, very low but deep to the back. The kind of

overstuffed couch that's easy to sleep on because of its width, and

almost forces you to slouch if you sit and lean back all the way. As I

leaned forward to scoot my chair back, I became very aware of

how totally overstuffed I was. My belly was now a rock-hard

beachball resting low on my lap. My cock stirred as I got up and

waddled to the living room. I felt like the prow of a ship, as I made

my way to the couch. The lowness of the couch took me by

surprise when I sat down, and if I was going to sit up straight, I had

to spread my legs wide and let my belly rest in between, like an

hard boiled egg in a cup. Dave flopped down heavily, close enough

that his arm gently brushed mine. That guy just had no respect for

personal space, and my cock could not have been happier!

 

He turned on the TV and slouched way down, and I did the same. I

could barely see the TV over my engorged belly, and I glanced over

and noticed that Dave's chin was resting between the tops of his

huge pecs! A cool breeze told me that slouching back had pulled up

my shirt and exposed a great deal of my underbelly, but I didn't

care at this point. Dave rubbed his stomach and moaned. "Man, I

think I overdid it. . . I am SO totally stuffed!"

 

With that, he pulled up his shirt, revealing big deep cut abs, now

swollen out quite a bit. Each one had to be as big as my bicep, but

instead of laying in a flat row, the whole thing bowed outward like

he'd been hooked to a hose and inflated. The slightest movement of

his arms made his pecs jump to attention, rising even higher around

his chin. God, this can't be real! He leaned a bit my way and a hand

ran up my shirt, taking it up and exposing my pale smooth globe of

fat.

 

"Damn, dude, this thing is awesome! Have you put on a pound or

two in the last month?" His hand traced my belly slowly and so

gently it could have been the hand of a child.

 

"Fuck yeah, I've put on a pound or two. . . more like 50!" I thought.

"And it's all your damn fault! " His gentle rubbing was becoming

more forceful, till my belly was moving back and forth under his

curious hand. He suddenly came out of his trance and jerked his

hand away, not bothering to re-cover my belly.

 

"Shit! I almost forgot dessert! Don't get up. . . " and he darted off to

the kitchen again leaving me to ogle his bubble butt this time. No

problem, big guy. I can see you just fine from here. I pulled my shirt

back down to where it had started. If he wants to play with it, he's

got to go in there and get it!

 

Dave returned with two dinner plates piled high with dessert, and

two more beers pinched expertly between his fingers. "This is

caramel. . . apple. . . turnover. . . cobbler. . . thingee. " He was

turning a plate in front of me for my approval. ". . . a la mode," he

grinned, and gave a satisfied nod. He placed one on top of my belly

as though it were a table, and sat down again.

 

"Hmmm, this isn't gonna work," I said, and I struggled to sit up. I

spread my legs and let my belly fall forward, pulling me upright, and

started to eat that wonderful concoction. Even sitting up, I could still

rest the plate on my belly. I'd rather put on a show for my host than

drop a crumb on his carpet. There had to be half a pie crumbled up

in there, with Ben & Jerry's Triple Caramel Chunk ice cream and

caramel sauce drizzled over that. This alone would be more than an

average guy could eat in one sitting, and we were both already

stuffed to the gills!

 

We watched the pre-game show and sucked down our desserts.

It's like there's an understood protocol that anything with ice cream

needs to be eaten before it melts. I laid my empty plate on the

coffee table, chugged the last of what must have been my fifth beer

of the evening, and flopped backwards with an "oof!" My belly stuck

out so far now that it sloshed towards my face as I leaned back,

then returned forward with a clearly audible "gloop!" from inside. To

make my show complete, I locked my fingers behind my head,

arched my back, and pushed my belly out hard with a loud groan.

I'd done this exercise before, to stretch out my abs and make a

swollen belly more comfortable, but only in private. Between the

Molsons and Dave's lack of inhibitions, I was definitely losing my

shyness.

 

The stretching made my shirt ride way up, exposing most of my

belly, and I was content to leave it that way. My groan had drawn

Dave's attention away from the TV, and as I relaxed looking at the

ceiling, I heard Dave put his plate on the coffee table.

 

"Holy shit dude," he said softly as he turned to get closer. His hand

came over and rubbed gently in circles around my belly. I looked

over at him and noticed how his pecs were now squashed together,

forming cleavage deep enough to easily lose my whole hand in, and

he still had a shirt on! "You're gonna fuckin' pop! You all right?"

 

I let out an audible sigh and laid my head back again. "That feels

good, man," I said quietly. "I think I overdid it a bit, but everything

was so good. So good. "

 

He smiled over me as he leaned in to massage my tight ball. "Dude,

what do you think you weigh?" he asked. Man, this guy's bedroom

voice was as hot as he was big.

 

"Gotta be around 305 by now," I said. The beers must have been

kicking in, because my belly felt warm and relaxed under his thick

fingers.

 

"I think it looks good on you. . . real good. " My cock started to stir.

May as well go for broke.

 

"Not half as good as that muscle-bound body of yours, dude. " Was

that a bit over the top?

 

"Eh, I've got a lot of growing to do yet," he shrugged, a neutral

response to my overt flirting. Could a human possibly get any

bigger? I could feel my boner growing down the inside of a pantleg.

I hoped he was thinking the same thing, because I would be more

than happy to try. I'd get so fucking huge for him.

 

"Well you're going to start growing a fat belly like mine if you do

much more pigging out like we just did," I said, nodding towards his

puffed out musclebelly, now covered once again.

 

"Naw," he said, and lifted his shirt again. "I can burn a little snack

like this in one trip to the gym. You should see it after I've had a

shake, you'd really be impressed. "

 

"A shake?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

 

"You know, a weight gain shake. You don't think I got this big

drinking beer did you? Hehe check this out. . . Stay here. " He

hopped up again and was in the kitchen in two steps. I was still

fascinated by how nimble his body was with the mass he carried.

He returned with a gallon jug and a beer.

 

"Here's another if you're out," he said as he sat the beer in front of

me. "Watch this, dude. " He stood right in front of me, between me

and the coffee table, and held his shirt up with one hand while

bringing the jug to his lips with the other. He threw his head back

and began to chug the contents of the jug, stopping for one or two

breaths every three or four gulps. I could literally see his

musclebelly swelling before my eyes as the whole gallon

disappeared. The paper-thin tanned skin on his abs stretched

tighter with each swallow. He seemed totally intent on getting it all

in, and his hand began to roam around, feeling the growing

curvature. I also couldn't help but notice his cockhead was getting

fatter and was sliding further down his pantleg.

 

"Wow!" I breathed, and sat up from where I'd been propped on my

elbows. My face was now inches from his swollen musclebelly, and

better yet, inches from his monstrous cock! I placed both hands on

his eight-pack and felt the last swallows going in. I began a gentle

massage as he finished the jug and smiled down at me between his

pecs.

 

"You like that, do ya?" he asked softly. He put the jug on the coffee

table and grabbed the shirt, pulling it over his head and off. This

was the first time I had actually seen his pecs, and as his beefy

arms came back down the muscle piled up on his chest and puffed

out bigger and bigger. His pecs came to rest hanging several inches

out over the upper row of abs, so big that the large brown

cone-shaped nipples pointed straight down at his inflated

musclebelly. I've never seen bigger pecs, not even on pro

bodybuilders. They started at his collar bone and rose straight out,

almost perfectly spherical, tanned and without a single hair. They

were so wide that when he stood relaxed, his arms rested in the

valley between his pecs and his lats. This guy's chest had to be no

less than three feet wide.

 

"Holy fuckin' shit! Dude, you're awesome!" I resumed exploring his

belly, this time letting my hands wander high enough to brush his

nipples. He stood leaning back slightly, his arms resting in their

normal bow, and smiled. His cock was now throbbing, the head

about to burst through the denim halfway to his knee.

 

"Me? No way man," he said as he raised a hand to unconsciously

rub a pec. It morphed its shape and danced as it worked to raise

his huge arm. "Shit, I think I'm only like 320. . . I want to see what

350-400 is like on me."

 

"Me too man," I thought. "Hehe. . . wonder what I'd look like at

350-400," I said, and rubbed the sides of my pregnant belly.

 

Dave stepped back, while I stood up and took my shirt off. We

stood there, belly to belly, and the thought occurred to me that his

head sat so far back behind his huge chest that I couldn't kiss him if

I tried. The contrasts between us were amazing. Most of the last

50# had gone to my gut, so I still had some muscle showing on my

arms and chest, but nothing at all like Dave. I don't know how long

we both stood there just quietly admiring each other's bodies.

Suddenly we both breathed the same words in perfect unison.

 

"God you're hot…" Somehow we ignored what we'd each just said,

as though we only thought it instead of saying it. Dave put his hands

on the sides of my belly and I was too enthralled to even move. He

was absorbed in my belly, and as he explored me his eyes would

dart up to mine from time to time and he'd smile.

 

"You sure you're only 302 man?" he grinned. "Looks like more than

that."

 

I picked up a beer from the table and drained it. Gotta keep the

buzz on.

 

"You wanna weigh in? I've got a scales in the bathroom that ought

to hold you," he laughed.

 

My cock throbbed in my pants and I was helpless to stop the trickle

of precum I felt as well.

 

"You first, big guy," I said as he swiftly turned and headed down the

hallway like a little kid about to board a rollercoaster. I followed

slowly, enjoying how much more heavy my belly felt than when I

walked from the kitchen to the couch.

 

The bathroom was good-sized, for being in such a small house. He

kept it very neat and clean, with the exception of the overflowing

wicker basket of muscle magazines next to the toilet. One whole

wall was mirrored, and an upright medical scales stood next to the

shower. As he stepped onto the scales I got a good side-view of

him. His musclebelly was bowed out as far as his pecs, and his

back muscles stood out almost equally as far as his bubble butt. I

loved how his biceps were so heavy that they sagged a bit under

their own weight when relaxed. I especially loved how high his pecs

would dance with the slightest movement of an arm. He shoved the

big weight over to 300 and slid the little weight over till the balance

bobbed and eventually stopped. "Looks like 326. . . damn I ate a

ton! I was like 315 this morning!"

 

"Yeah, but you probably weighed right out of the shower," I said

without thinking much about it. I figured the scales sat there for a

reason. "What do the shoes and pants weigh?"

 

"Hey, yeah," he said, and without batting an eye kicked the shoes

off and began to unbutton his pants. His thumbs caught jeans and

underwear and in one quick movement had pulled them to his

ankles. I was totally stunned as his fat cock flopped out and

slapped his abs. The skin of his nutsack was stretched outward by

his semi hard-on so that his heavy balls hung suspended in midair,

bobbing heavily about 6" below his crotch. He quickly lifted each leg

out of the pile and kicked his clothes to the side.

 

"OK," he said as he again turned his attention to the scales, "the

socks won't make any difference." Now I've always thought my

thick 8. 5" cock was pretty big, but Dave's cock had to be half

again as long and twice as thick! It looked like a little kid's forearm!

When he stepped back onto the platform it bumped into the neck of

the scales, and he leaned to one side to let it comfortably pass.

"Hey you were right. . . 324. Still a good gain for one day." He

stepped off the scales and turned till his belly almost touched mine.

And since his cock actually reached past his belly, I imagined it was

hovering right under mine.

 

"Your turn, big boy," he said with a smirk.

 

"Oh what the hell," I thought, and kicked my shoes off. It took me a

bit longer to get my jeans off though, as I had to blindly reach under

my bloated belly and lift it a bit to find the button. As I stooped

down to pull my pants and underwear down I noticed that my face

was mere inches away from that huge fuck stick. As I pulled one

foot out of my crumpled pants, my toe caught and I stumbled

forward. Dave caught me and steadied me, and his cock bumped

squarely into my belly, smearing it with precum. I don't know what

felt better, that, or getting to clumsily feel whatever part of him was

in front of me to steady me.

 

As I stood up he grasped my belly on both sides and gave it a little

jiggle. "Here. . . this thing's made you top heavy."

 

I smiled at his approval and aimed my belly past him to get on the

scales. I took my time, giving him any opportunity to check out my

profile, just as I had his. It had only been about two years since I

worked out regularly, and carrying all this weight kept my ass and

legs firm.

 

"This thing's gotta be off," I scowled at the bar as it balanced itself.

"I was 302 this morning and this says I'm 314. There's no fucking

way…" I turned and stepped off again, facing Dave belly-to-belly.

Standing this direction reminded me that the one whole wall was

mirrored.

 

"Hey check us out," I said and pointed to our reflection in the mirror.

We were two freaks, Dave with his exaggerated back muscles

balancing his enormous pecs, and his bubble butt that you could set

a drink on. The bulging plates of muscle on his bowed out belly

looked like a giant hand grenade. His triceps far outsized his

biceps, and from the side his arms looked about as big around as

my legs.

 

I looked like a normal-sized man except for my belly, which was so

enormous and round it looked out of place on me. My belly button

had forever been merely along for the ride, and was no deeper nor

wider than it had ever been. A thin trail of hairs ran downward from

it, tracing a line of skin that was growing slightly tighter than the

rest, so my underbelly was beginning to hang in two distinctive

halves. We both just stood and stared at each other in the mirror,

totally awed by each other.

 

My eyes wandered down to our cocks, both now at full attention.

Dave's had swollen even longer and fatter than before, with veins

along the shaft turning the child's arm into that of a young man. My

heart pounded in my chest as I built up to what I had wanted to do

since I first laid eyes on him. I reached out as if to shake hands with

him, and wrapped my fingers as far as they would go around his

cock, just below the head.

 

"Jesus Christ you're hung dude," I breathed, as I steered his cock

head around slowly like a joystick. Again unfazed, he clasped his

hands behind his head and tilted his hips up, and his cock rose

along the arc of its curvature until the fist-sized head was between

us, above my belly.

 

"It's a fucking curse," he frowned, then giggled. "Pardon the pun.

There's no human hole that it'll fit in, and most pants have so little

room, it hurts to sit down."

 

"What's it measure man?" I asked. My hand was still on it, and I

hoped that we were both still drunk enough that Dave wouldn't mind

that I was gently sliding my fingers down its length, scanning and

exploring this trophy to my new lack of inhibition. "Shit it's like

twelve, twelve and a half. . . it was great when it was 9 or 10, but

the damn thing kept growing clear up into college. Hehe you can't

even see yours any more, can you?"

 

He brought his hands down to my belly and caressed both sides on

his way down below. "314, huh?" he smiled as he admired its

smooth shape. "What a tank. Man, I could use another beer."

 

Damn him and his short attention span. He swung his bulk around

and headed out the door. "You want one too?"

 

I made it to the living room as he was coming from the kitchen, two

beers in one hand and two in the other. I guess he's spent so much

time in gym locker rooms that he was oblivious to the fact that we

were both still naked. I took one in each hand, put one to my lips

and chugged it down.

 

"I figured you were gettin' dry by now. Here," he said, as he politely

traded my empty for one of his full ones. Dave went back to the

couch and flopped down, putting one arm on the back of the couch

where I'd soon be. I went around the other side of the coffee table

so that I could swing in without putting my ass in his face.

 

I flopped down with a bit of an "oof", again taken by surprise by

how low the couch sat. My belly made another "gloop" from inside,

as though either of us needed a reminder of how stuffed I was. My

momentum threw me up against Dave, who had sat closer to the

middle than last time, and I felt my skin on his and could smell his

musky scent. Dave's eyes followed my belly like most men follow

the breasts on busty women. His cock was still rock hard, and

arched upward towards his muscle belly. My heart pounded so hard

I could feel it in my ears as I leaned and reached my hand across

to rub the now steady stream of precum around on the fist-sized

head.

 

Dave threw his head back and inhaled a slow deep breath. Leaning

towards him had let my belly roll into the little space between us,

and it actually touched the couch. Dave spread his legs apart,

letting his lemon-sized balls flop down, resting squarely on the

couch with plenty of foreskin to spare. He reached across with his

outside arm and began to caress my belly, making it the subject of

the erotic thoughts that were fueling his monstrous erection. My

arm lay across the equator of my belly and working on his cock

was sending seismic activity outward across my fleshy surface.

 

I was totally in control now. Dave was twitching and flexing so much

that he looked about to explode. The work his muscles were doing

was causing them to swell to a magnificent size. It was like he was

experiencing a full-body erection. Soon Dave's hand left my belly as

he laid flat again, breathing out slowly and in very quickly. "Oh-hoh

fu-huck…I…hi…muh…bout…to…shhhhhhhh…UNGH! UNGH!

UNGH!" His cock swelled in my hand and burst huge globs and

ropes of cum higher and higher up his body. His abs drew up tight

lifting him into almost a fetal position as every muscle tensed up

hard. You have no idea the insane sense of power you have when

the god of your hottest fantasies is rendered totally under the

control of your single hand.

 

I showed no mercy, milking his cock for every ounce and forcing

him to twitch and flex for me. "Oh-hoh…stuh... stuh…STOP!" he

screamed, sending one last glob far above his head onto the wall.

He relaxed very slowly, opening up like a flower, whimpering and

rubbing the puddles and streams of thick cum that drained to the

cracks between his abs and pecs. Huge white globs stuck to his

pumped pecs like snow on two mountains. It had to be more than a

minute before his mind returned to his present situation.

 

"Holy fucking A! I've never. . . " He lifted his head to survey his

work, and I scrambled to my feet.

 

"I'll get a towel," I said as I headed to the bathroom.

 

"Better bring two," he moaned. "This shit's everywhere."

 

Standing again reminded me that I still had a good buzz going, and

also that I was still bloated way bigger than ever before. The sweat

and cum drying on my belly made me aware of the air flowing

across it as I walked. I grabbed the towels from the rod in the

bathroom and returned, enjoying the view of Dave's balls resting

between his legs and his spent cock laying upside down in the

groove where his leg meets his torso. The cum vein traced the

length of it to the back of his cockhead, accentuating its impressive

length. His arms lay outstretched so as to not make a big mess

worse, and he smiled with his eyes closed, as though meditating on

whatever power had done this to him.

 

I walked to where I thought I could maybe start to wipe up the

mess, standing between his open legs, when he sprung the trap

that he'd set for me. Dave sat up and wrapped his arms tightly

around my legs and swooped in under my belly, taking my cock into

his mouth and sucking like a madman. I was totally taken by

surprise, and totally pinned by his huge arms and slippery bulging

pecs.

 

Over the rise of my belly I watched as his face appeared and

disappeared again, noticing the way his short brown hair swirled at

the crown. His lips and tongue worked me so fast and so furiously

that my knees began to buckle, and I felt my weight slowly

transferring to his powerful arms. His hands massaged my ass and

his dancing pecs and biceps, slick with cum, massaged my thighs.

It was like my whole body was an erection being stroked. I tried to

concentrate, tried to hold back, tried desperately to make this last

as long as possible. Suddenly his head disappeared completely

beneath the horizon of my belly as he took my thick 8. 5" cock to

the hilt.

 

The muscles on his back rippled and my mind was flooded not only

with what was happening to me now, and what I had done 5

minutes ago to Dave, but I began to imagine what I'd look and feel

like in a few months as my belly continued to grow. 350 was no

longer a goal, it was a milestone to speed past as I grew my belly

for this muscle god. If this much belly got me to this point, what

would another hundred pounds do? Another 200?! My hands drifted

past my belly to touch Dave's head, still working hard on my

engorged cock. I could feel the power in his determination, like

touching a moving part on a heavy machine. Nothing I could do to

stop this…this growing belly…bigger every day…resting further out

on my lap…Dave's face smiling over it as I lay immobile, the only

thing I can see besides my own bloated flesh. . . I leaned over and

pulled his head in tighter as my strength all shunted to my cock. "Oh

shiiiiiiii. . . "

 

Part Three

 

Dim light bloomed around the window shades, as I tried to figure

out where in the hell I was. I was laying on a big couch --kinda

comfy, really-- and a light blanket covered me from the chest down.

I heard a drawer close in a room down the hall. Oh yeah, Dave's

place. Holy shit my head hurts. Dave emerged from his bedroom

and came out into the living room wearing baggy sweat pants and

an old sweat shirt with the arms cut off. "Mornin', big guy," he

whispered cheerfully, forgetting that the only other person here was

me, and I was awake. "Thought you'd sleep till I got back. I'll be at

the gym for a couple of hours. It's only 5:00, you may as well sleep

some more."

 

"Not till I piss a gallon or two," I moaned, as the sound of my own

voice woke the hangover bats in my head. I lunged forward, trying

to sit up, but couldn't. I must have looked like a turtle, as I finally

twisted and flopped sideways off the couch, landing on my elbows

and knees on the floor. I stayed there a while to let things stop

spinning, and as I arched my back a bit to stretch the kinks out, I

felt my belly brush the carpet below. That's when I realized that I

was completely naked, totally rock hard, and that Dave was still

there watching me.

 

I looked up at him, well, I looked as far as my neck would bend, so

I really only looked at the boner starting to grow in his sweats.

"Hello," I said glibly. "I think I'm stuck."

 

Dave bent down and reached under my arms, and gently lifted me

to my feet. I rubbed my belly, still bloated from the night before,

and tried to think of something to say to the man standing at arms

length from my nakedness. "How damn many beers did I have last

night?" I moaned, half-faking it for the sympathy.

 

"Well," he grinned, "unless someone snuck in last night and stole it,

we polished off an entire case of Molson. Looks like it's all right

here. " He put his warm hands on my belly and rubbed it gently as

he admired its size and shape. "Hey, I better scoot. Get some

sleep and I'll make breakfast when I get back."

 

Dave left and I waddled to the bathroom holding my belly like a

child carrying a beach ball. I stood at the toilet and couldn't see my

cock. Shit, this isn't going to work. I'll piss all over the wall with this

morning wood. I turned around and tucked my cock as far down as

I could and slowly sat down, like a big bird on a nest. My cock

passed the toilet seat and poked under the rim of the bowl. My legs

were spread apart to give everything room, and as I came to rest I

felt the cold seat supporting my soft warm underbelly. My legs

were actually out at the sides of my enormous ball, and seeing this

did little to ease my boner. I began to piss, and felt my body

deflating a bit as the recycled beer streamed out. It only takes 11

beers to make a gallon, and although I don't remember how many I

had last night, I also don't remember pissing at all last night. I kept

going and going, letting the pressure off my swollen bladder. God, it

must be backed up into my kidneys! The stream slowed to a trickle

that took forever to stop. I flexed my cock to squirt the last bit, and

needed to do that about a dozen times to finally get it all.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . "

 

I waddled back to the couch and flopped back down, without

thinking of putting any underwear on. Not moving felt pretty good to

my pounding head. Just sleep. Man, this couch is comfy. Keys

rattling in the lock woke me again, and sunlight now streamed

around the window shades. The door opened and Dave walked in,

silhouetted by a blinding light. His body took up most of the

doorframe, and I even noticed that he subconsciously turned

sideways to fit his shoulders through. The door closed and Dave

gave a big sigh.

 

"Man that was a great workout," he chirped as he shed his soaked

shirt right there in front of me. "I figured I'd just wait and shower

here so you didn't have to wait so long for me to get back." His

whole body glistened with sweat and every muscle was pumped.

The slightest movements made muscles flex and dance. I watched

from the couch as he walked down the hall to his room and

disappeared. He soon came out again, completely naked, his soft

cock --bigger than mine when hard-- flopping just above his big

lowhangers. It only took two or three steps to get the swing into a

rhythm, and his monster unit slapped back and forth from one

pumped thigh to the other. You have no idea how graceful and

erotic a muscled body is to watch if you've never seen more than

just photos on a page. Dave's movements were as fluid as any

ballet dancer a third his size.

 

Just as he was about to disappear into the bathroom he met my

stare and grinned and winked. I have no idea where the energy

came from, but I pounced to my feet and stepped quietly to the hall,

listening just outside the bathroom door. I heard the curtain rings

glide back and the water start, then I heard the check valve sending

the water to the shower head. I waited to hear the curtain again. . .

"Hey! Oh, shit you're right here, hehe."

 

I jumped as Dave leaned out the bathroom door and grinned at me.

The phrase "hand in the cookie jar" suddenly came to mind. "Yeah

man I gotta piss again," I lied. "I think this will be gallon number two

this morning. "

 

"Hehe come on in. The more, the merrier. I was gonna tell ya to be

thinking about what you wanted for breakfast. We could go out or

stay in. I should have enough stuff to choose from, here."

 

Dave leaned back in and I accepted his invitation; at least maybe I'd

get another peek. Did Dave remember anything from last night?

Was it all my imagination? He stepped into the shower and drew

the curtain, but only enough to keep the water from splashing out. I

could clearly see the globes of his bubble butt and his wide back

muscles as he faced the water to wash his front. Water was

channeled from his neck and shoulders to the deep ridge of his

backbone by the grooves and striations of his thick back muscles.

The rivulets became a steady stream that rounded the small of his

back to dive down the crack of his ass. I was glad that I actually did

need to piss by now, so I felt justified in being in there.

 

I was switching back and forth quickly from watching my piss

stream to watching Dave to watching my piss stream. . . like driving

a car and trying to watch someone on the sidewalk. I turned to

finish up, squeezing out the last bit and shaking off any remaining

drops, and then took one last glance past the curtain. Dave had

turned around and was facing me, and as I noticed this I saw his

eyes quickly dart back up from my belly. Who was the peeping tom

here now?!

 

He smiled sheepishly and blinked twice, then with a quick tilt of his

head invited me in. I could hear his mind saying "Oh, what the hell."

I stepped into the shower without a word, my eyes feasting on the

bounty before me. Dave's hands went straight for my belly and

mine went straight to his pecs, and as he explored my enormous

gut I relished the feeling of the muscles dancing just beneath the

paper-thin skin.

 

"You wanna feel what it's like to be me?" Dave breathed. He turned

around and backed into me until my belly rested in the small of his

back. My hard cock lay in the crack of his ass, and he tightened up

to force my cock to point upwards. We fit together like a perfect

puzzle, and I was totally awed by the sheer size and width of his

shoulders and back. I drank in his musky smell, not yet removed by

the hot water. He reached back and took my hands, bringing them

up under his arms. I began to roam and explore, imagining what it

would be like to have pecs that huge.

 

Dave squirted some soap in the deep cleavage and I rubbed it

around, turning everything slick and lathery. My chin rested on his

shoulder so I could watch him flex his pecs under my hands. I could

have been standing at the edge of a cliff, admiring the breathtaking

vista before me. If I leaned into him at all, he did not budge a bit. I

worked my way down his abs, and gently whispered "well, this is

different" into his ear. His abs tightened up and shook with a quiet

chuckle. My hands drifted further south, finding his pole to be at full

attention. I grabbed the base of it as best I could with both hands

and wiggled it around while whispering "heyyyy batter batter

batter," and we both giggled. I stepped back and undid our erotic

lock, and ran my hands around the balls of his shoulders and down

his back to his ass.

 

He turned around with a smile and motioned me to turn too. "It's my

turn now," he grinned. It took some maneuvering to get us to fit

together that way, but we managed it. Dave slathered his cock with

soap and held my shoulders firmly. "Hold still," he whispered as he

gently pulled me back. I felt his soapy cockhead pushing its way

effortlessly along the bottom of my ass, parting my legs and

pushing through. With a quick thrust I felt his head plow into the

back of my ballsack, making me gasp. When I finally felt his muscle

belly connect with the small of my back, I reached down and

discovered that I had grown a short but hugely thick cock beneath

my own.

 

I rubbed the head a couple of times until I could feel the shaft

pulsating between my legs. Dave's hands reached around and

began rubbing my belly. I squirted soap on it and laid my head back

onto his pec-shelf. Dave's chin rested on my shoulder and I could

feel the stubble of his chin and cheek, the only rough thing about

this muscle god.

 

"Man this thing is so awesome!" he breathed. "You think it'll get any

bigger?" What did he have in mind? May as well test the waters.

 

"Well, ever since we've been hitting the buffets for lunch, I've been

adding about a pound a day."

 

His cock pulsed and swelled between my legs. "No fuckin' way!" His

voice trailed off as he continued to explore, and I hoped he was

doing the math in his head. "Man in a month. . . by Christmas. . . "

Yup, he was doing the math and his cock was going absolutely

wild. I gently tilted my pelvis and tightened my legs together and

began to slowly stroke his monster cock. Feeling it rub along the

underside of my cock and balls was bringing me very close.

 

Dave stood with his feet further apart, and I soon could feel his

heavy low-hanging balls bumping my thighs. "Yeah," I said,

matter-of-factly. "And it all seems to be going right here. " I patted

my belly gently and let him quietly continue.

 

After another minute of his sensual massage, he stopped and

whispered, "How big do you think it can get?"

 

"Not sure man," I breathed as I leaned back into him, letting him

take total control. "As big as you want."

 

"Really? Big as I want?" he panted, his chin stubble grinding into my

shoulder, his hot breath roaring in my ear, and with that, his pecs

and biceps bulged and flexed at once, tightening his hold around

me. His cock swelled between my legs and began to shoot huge

globs of cum onto the wall under the showerhead. Two thrusts of

his live animal between my legs sent me over the edge, and we

writhed together as we both blew our loads everywhere. We stood

there panting and without saying a word for some time, while he

held me in his tight embrace, the water from the shower cascading

down my bloated belly and over Dave's fingers, before it let go and

splashed into the tub below us.

 

The End