FULFILLING GOALS

by JMH
jmbigger2003@yahoo.ca
Id once thought that the guys Id seen at the gym, working hard to slim down
bellies that seemed to never get any smaller were that way because of laziness, a lack of
dedication, or a weak will-power. Once fit specimens who now carried around a layer of
pudge as proof that they werent willing to really work hard to keep their physiques. I
held that belief from my first moment working out at age 15, all the way up until I was
24. Two months prior to my 25th birthday, that belief became a bit more flexible. During
those 60 days, my job became incredibly demanding. Plenty of overtime, lunch meetings,
and more quick snacks dropped off at my desk to keep morale up than Id ever eaten in
my life.
For your average guy, itd be only a slight problem to have his schedule upset so
much. Less time for the gym, and a surplus of donuts at his desk as he chiseled away at a
workload might mean that he would pack on a few measly pounds over two months. For
me, those few measly pounds ended up being a whopping 30. I came from a family of
bigger guys, and as a kid Id been somewhat chunky. It was the teasing at school that
probably made me hit the gym in the first place. Since age 15, Id made sure to work out
hard and eat right to maintain a trim and perfect figure. I figure I had to work out twice as
hard as anyone else I knew. Through high school and college, that was fine. I could
always make time to work out, and eat right. In the working world though, deadlines
often became more important than my trips to the gym.
By the time I turned 25, I had a chubby belly again. I was eager to get back to the
gym more often, and now that most of the hurdles at work were gone, I would be able to
get started on it. I didnt get to go as often as Id liked, and I was still working late about
4 times a week, so my weight still crept up slowly. To my embarrassment, I was getting
dangerously close to 200 pounds, so when I did get the chance to hit the gym, I hit it
hard. I knew people at the gym had noticed my new build, and aside from the trainers
looking for a new client, no one seemed to care that Id chunked up. No one even
mentioned it. In fact... guys whod once stopped by to chat me up didnt come around as
much, and what little free time I had wasnt being filled with dates and get-togethers as it
once had been. It was only 30 pounds; it couldnt have made me that unattractive. I was
getting more than a little irritated that the body Id worked so hard for had to take a back
seat for work. It was even more of an annoyance to have it getting in and messing up my
social life.
One Saturday morning, I was busy on a treadmill, watching my belly bounce a bit
in the mirror as I ran, when I saw a hulking figure out of the corner of my eye sidle up to
me. I slowed the treadmill down and pulled out my headphones, looking over at the beefy
hunk leaning on the next machine, smirking at me. He was cute... short black hair, a bit of
scruff on his face, green eyes. He was covered in thick, heavy muscles. Pro bodybuilder, I
thought to myself. Why was he grinning at me? Probably some trainer thinking I was a
doughy loser needing help to get in shape.

Um... hi? I said to him, continuing to walk at my now slow pace. Can I help
you? I asked, wondering why Adonis here was smirking at me. He nodded and put out
his meaty palm Yeah, you can. My names Gabe... whats yours?
I looked him over as I extended my own hand to shake his. He had a nametag on;
he was indeed a trainer here. Lucas. Listen, Gabe, I know why youre over here. Im not
looking for a personal trainer. I can work off the gut myself, Ive just been too busy for
the gym the last few months.
Gabe laughed in response... it wasnt that unbelievable that I could lose the
weight. No man, thats not why Im here. Yeah, Im a personal trainer, but Im not here
for that. Im here cause I wanted to ask you out. I was going to do it a few months ago,
but you kinda disappeared for a while there. He said, not losing his pleasant grin.
Oh... sorry, ever since I got a bit chubby, all the trainers here come over and treat
me like some project to take on. I said a bit red-faced from embarrassment. I flicked off
the machine and climbed off. As I stood on the same level as Gabe, I had to look up at
him... he had to be 64 at least.
Thats okay, some of the guys here see a bit of a belly and see a big paycheck on
it. I just wanted to get to know you a bit better. What do you say?
Beefcake here was asking me out? Yeah... sure, Id like that. I said, honestly.
He seemed like a nice guy... and that body was mind blowing! Then I felt my heart drop a
bit Ugh, but I cant for the next while... I have a bunch of deadlines left for work, and
Ive been using my free time to hit the gym. I wont be able to until next month...
Thats fine by me. Gabe said, leaning back on the treadmill again. I waited 2
months to ask you out, I can wait another to finally go somewhere with you. Can I get
your number? He asked.
His grin was contagious, because I was smiling now too. Sure thing.
With that, we traded numbers and he went on his way. We didnt get to meet up at
all that month, but we talked all the time online or on the phone. He was a sweet guy.
Work kept me out of the gym aside from one or two visits the rest of the month, so Id
put on a few pounds, hitting 205. I hadnt told Gabe. I was hoping he wouldnt care. He
didnt care the first 30 pounds, maybe he wouldnt about another 10. Wed finally be
getting together this Friday.
***
Friday rolled around, and I spent all day at work unconsciously eating handfuls of
m&ms that were sitting on the reception desk I passed by on the way to my work area. I
was nervous about a date, for once. Part of me was worried it was all some joke being
played by the Beefcake whod chatted me up that day. Get the chubby guys hopes up, or
something... Id begun thinking of myself as a chubby guy, and was getting
accustomed to people not being surprised when I grabbed a few chocolates when coworkers offered, or didnt head right off to the gym after work.

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When my day ended, Ill admit, I rushed home faster than usual. While I was
worried that Gabe was just leading me on, I still hoped that he was at least somewhat
serious. I mean, he was cute, nice, built like a tank. All things I really appreciated in a
guy.
The minute I was through my front door, I was stripping down and heading into
the shower, a buzz of excitement over my entire being. I soaped up, grudgingly
acknowledging my belly, and vowing to start jogging more starting tomorrow. I dried off
and checked the clock. Had a half-hour till I needed to go meet Gabe. I began pouring
through my closet, picking out some of my better pieces to wear. As I got dressed,
something horrifying became apparent to me. My date clothes no longer fit... not really
surprising. They tended to be closer cut, emphasizing the lean torso and slim waist I had a
few months back. Now buttons puckered across my belly, and I couldnt get my jeans
even close to close.
Curiosity twinged in the back of my mind. I walked away from the closet, feeling
my clothes protesting as I stepped closer to the mirror. I worked up some courage and
looked up at my reflection. I felt my face go a bit flush as I stared at the chubby guy
whod stuffed himself into my nice clothes. The fabric stretched and taut over a chunky
frame... I couldnt go out in these... I looked back at my other clothes. Cheap stuff Id
bought to feel more comfortable until I slimmed down. Not very attractive stuff.
Suddenly, I became the chubby, shy kid Id been years ago and decided the date tonight
was a bad idea. I grabbed my phone and called Gabe. Three rings never seemed so long.
Hello? Gabe here. Came the warm voice on the other side of the line.
Hey, its me, Lucas. Ive got some bad news, I said with a slight stammer. Ive
got to cancel our date.
There was a pause, then a light laugh on the other end. Oh no you dont. Unless
something big came up, youre not canceling on me ten minutes before Im supposed to
pick you up. Whats up?
I cleared my throat. Well, thing is... I dont fit into anything to wear out. I
havent tried any of this stuff on since I got a bit bigger.
You cant wear anything else? He asked. This time, I paused. I could wear some
of my more generously cut work clothes.
Umm... well, to tell you the truth, Im suddenly pretty embarrassed about how
big Ive gotten. I dont exactly want to go out right now.
Hmm... Gabe muttered lightly. Tell you what, Im stopping by, like it or not.
Keep your date clothes on. Im sure its not that bad. Im going to stop by with a movie,
and well stay in tonight, okay?
Sure, I said without even a thought. I was relieved to think I didnt need to go
out in public like this. But why did he want me to keep this stuff on?
I could tell he was smiling on his end. Ill see you in a while, okay? Later!

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I closed my cell phone and tossed it aside heading out to the living room to see if
it was acceptable for having a guest over. Id been so busy at work that it hadnt really
gotten messy in months, but I gave it a quick dusting anyway as I waited for Gabe to
show.
About a half hour later, a knock came from my door. I rushed over and peeked out
the peephole to see Gabe standing there. I took a slow breath, hoping no one else would
pass my door and see me stuffed into these old clothes before he came in. I twisted the
knob and opened up, hiding behind the door slightly. Gabe just gave a friendly Hey.
and walked in, carrying a few DVDs and a bunch of other bags. I shut the door behind
him, no longer shielded by it, he gave me a good looking over.
Huh, guess you have gotten pretty fat. He said with a slight shrug. Well, not
fat. You know what I mean, right?
I smiled and nodded to be polite. I knew exactly what he meant. By not fat. He
meant totally fat.
Then he spoke up again, But you shouldnt worry about it too much. You
actually look pretty good. Kinda cute in those tight clothes, actually.
I was caught off guard by that and didnt really say anything. Gabe took a step
into my living room and put his bags down on the coffee table. I suddenly smelled the
delicious aroma wafting out from them. He took off his coat and put it aside. Since you
couldnt come out to dinner, I brought dinner in for you. He pulled some styrofoam
containers out of one of the bags: a burger and fry combo from a local diner. I looked at
the bags. Each had about two containers, and there were four of them.
Thats an awful lot of food, Gabe. I said, taking in the savory smell.
He looked at the bags. Oh yeah. I suppose it is. Well, not for a guy like me. I eat
plenty to stay this big, he said, playfully flexing, straining the arms of his shirt. So, you
ready to watch a movie?
I nodded and sat down as he placed a movie in the DVD player before coming
back and sitting next to me. Im not entirely sure what we watched. We started talking
before the opening credits even finished. He handed me my burger and I ate
absentmindedly as we chatted.
We chatted about growing up. Gabe had apparently been a bit of a nerd all
through high school, cute and desirable, I bet, but as he called himself hopelessly geeky
and awkward. He liked movies and gadgets. His outward appearance made him look
like a jock muscle head who didnt even give those kind of things a second thought. He
explained that his muscular physique was a rather new development. At 64 and 150
pounds, 18-year-old Gabe felt way too thin and began to work out in the summer before
college and absolutely fell in love with it.
I loved seeing my muscles grow, and I was lucky enough to have genetics on my
side, I guess. I got bigger and bigger every month, and now Im 262 pounds. The
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to get to that size, and I just seemed to blow up. He took a drink of the fountain pop hed
brought along. How about you? What were you like? Lean track star, Im guessing?
Not exactly. I said, scratching my stomach and taking another bite of my
burger. I was like this, basically. I got sick of being chubby when I was 15 and worked
off the flab. Now its all back, I think.
Oh, that explains why you grew so much the past few months. Its your natural
body type... He said scratching his chin. Dont worry though, you can work it off, Im
sure. Youve done it before, after all. Id help you, but I kinda like you. That means Id
probably go easy on you.
I smiled somewhat at that. He seemed to genuinely believe that, so maybe I could.
We kept chatting throughout the night. It wasnt until morning light crept into my living
room from beneath my bedroom door that I realized just how long wed been chatting.
Id learned a lot about him. He had an English degree, liked to write, but loved the
physical exertion of the gym enough to become a trainer full time, though he still liked to
write on the side. Oddly, he also liked video games, a remnant of his life as a skinny teen,
he claimed, though now he felt his meaty hands were sometimes too big for the
controller. His interest in music was pretty varied, though he admitted to liking some
pretty manufactured stuff. I think he was trying to impress me, honestly.
Gabe noticed morning creeping in soon enough. Jeez, weve been talking for
hours... He said getting up and laughing And Ive got work in like an hour... sorry, but I
got to go. Can I see you again sometime? He said, looking somewhat nervous. I laughed
and waved my hand a bit. Of course! I had a lot of fun tonight, so Id love to go out
again. Who knows, maybe if we hang out enough, some of those gym results might rub
off on me. Gabe grinned and awkwardly leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, before
grabbing his coat and heading out the door. Ill call later, okay? He said. I just nodded
and locked the door behind him.
I yawned, deciding it was time for bed. As I turned and looked at my living room,
I felt a twinge go down my spine. I was looking at the coffee table... the boxes of food
Gabe had brought, only three of them were on his side of the table, the rest were on mine.
5 of the 8 boxes were there. I turned a little red, embarrassed that Id stuffed myself silly
in front of him, even more embarrassed that I hadnt noticed. I walked by them hurriedly
and climbed into bed, trying not to focus on my pigging out.
***
Gabe and I spoke from time to time over the week, but work kept me from seeing
him at night, so all we ever did was chat on the phone. One Wednesday he surprised me
by bringing me a lunch, claiming he was sick of only ever hearing my voice rather than
seeing me in person. He passed me the lunch and sat down. So, is work going to let up
anytime soon? He said pulling a wrinkle out of his shirt. Id like to have another movie
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I was only half-listening to him as he spoke, too busy staring at the enormous
lunch hed packed for me... it was amazing. Fried chicken, roasted potatoes, homemade
gravy, thick slices of buttered Texas toast... all in huge portions. There was even a thick
slab of rich, dark chocolate cake, and some whipped cream. I couldnt possibly eat all
this... but I looked up at Gabes eager face. He was too used to cooking for himself. The
portions were massive to anyone smaller. So I started to eat, inching it over to him in an
attempt to share. He put his hand up Oh, no thanks, I ate before I brought it over. So
what do you say? My place next Sunday night? I wiped my mouth. Sure thing. I think I
can come over then. Not this weekendyou mean the next, right? Gabe nodded.
Suddenly, I tasted the rich flavor of creamy chocolate, and look down, realizing
that Id polished off the entre, and was on to dessert. My belly was tight, but I loved the
flavor so much I had to keep eating. Damn he was a good cook... Soon the lunch box was
empty. Gabe made a pleased sound Wow... I guess you liked it! Ill bring you another
one tomorrow. He said with a laugh as he leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.
Later! was all he said as he ran out the door. I leaned back with a groan, rubbing my
distended belly. I didnt think Id be able to eat that much, but I didnt want to disappoint
Gabe. Hed worked so hard to make it. Id just hit the gym after work extra hard.
That never happened, however. I was so dozy from the food that I just went home
and relaxed on the couch. Feeling full right up until bedtime.
I didnt think that Gabe would live up to his comment of bringing me lunch every
day, but I was wrong. Thursday he brought pasta. Friday he brought a burger. The
following Monday he brought tacos. Every day, the meal seemed a little bigger, the
dessert a little richer, and somehow a little easier to finish. I was worried what it was
doing to my waistline, but I just didnt want to risk insulting Gabe. He was too nice to do
that to.
My clothes seemed to shrink on my body on a daily basis. I knew I was growing
from all these excess calories, but his food was so good. When we finally got together
that next weekend, it was no surprise that hed cooked an enormous meal. He spent a
portion of the night asking me how it was, what did I like, did I need anything else. I felt
ready to pop by the end of it, and ended up needing to lie down in his bedroom for a
while to nap it off... Waking up late Monday morning, realizing Id missed the first 4
hours of work. Rolling over, I saw the hulking chef fast asleep. As I got up, my belly still
ached somewhat from last night. I sighed and grabbed my cell phone, calling work to say
Id been sick and had been too ill to call in earlier. I got the okay from the office and
hung up, returning to my slumber next to Gabe. Briefly thinking of the contrast in our
body types as I lay there next to him, before dozing off to sleep.
***
Gabe bringing me lunch had become a ritual. People at the office knew he was
coming. At around 11:15 every day, my belly would grumble from behind my ill-fitting
dress shirt, knowing a treat was coming my way soon. After a month of these daily visits,

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my weight had skyrocketed again. I was the largest Id ever been, and people were
noticing. Id hit 230 pounds this morning.
Id been going to the gym less and less, finding myself winded on the treadmill. I
was still eager to return to my slim athletic life, but the comfort of having Gabe around
had me in less of a hurry. I was worried though. I was so big. A far, fat cry from the
athlete from a few months ago. My once angular appearance now rounded and soft.
Every morning when I got up, I seemed to notice myself jiggling a little more. Yet, Gabe
never seemed to care. Id mention my weight and hed shrug it off, bringing me more
food every day. I was spending nights with him now too. Going over after work for
dinner, usually ending up sleeping over. It was refreshing to see a guy who wasnt
looking to get in the sack immediately, but I sometimes worried that my weight was the
reason.
Still, he kept bringing me lunches, fixing me huge, rich dinners, watching my
expansion every day without a peep about it. I heard people at the office mention it
though, questioning how I bagged the hunk, saying its a shame I let a perfectly beautiful
body go to waste. Some even spoke breathily about how the hot guy had become a fat
pig. I told myself it wasnt my fault. My body finally gave up after years of trying to keep
trim, and Id grown.
So what, it wasnt any of their business... Gabe didnt mind it, and if I really felt
like it, Id lose it in no time! At least, thats what I told myself in front of the mirror when
I checked out my inflating frame, seeing light stretch marks by my bellybutton, observing
how my thighs touched... my cock even looked a little smaller, thanks to the pad of fat
swelling around it. I wasnt the lean guy anymore, or the chubby kid in junior high. I was
just another fat guy, and I just let it keep rolling.
Weeks passed. Gabes big lunches continued. I now had basically every night off
work, which I spent at his place, eating an equally huge dinner with him. I kept growing,
telling myself Id go back to the gym tomorrow, but knowing that the likelihood of that
ever happening got less and less with every pound I put on. In truth, I liked being able to
eat what I want, to not care about keeping myself in a pair of 32s, which now might not
even make it over my thighs. Gabe and I had finally moved passed the polite part of our
relationship, getting more physical. I loved feeling his rough hands grasping me, his heft
as he was on top of me. I was always eager to be close to him, until one night, curiosity
pulled at my mind while I was getting ready in his bathroom. I hadnt checked my weight
in a while. I was aware I was still expanding, but I didnt know just how big I was.
Climbing on the scale, I looked over the arch of my stomach, which swayed
lightly with my own small movements. It whirred around to show me a number I wasnt
prepared for. 282 pounds... I wasnt ready for that at all. I gasped audibly. Gabe came in
and saw me looking down in horror. As he looked down, I saw a slight look of surprise in
his eyes, as his mouth changed to a pleased expression. You... You weigh more than
me? he said, sounding happy. I grunted Apparently so.... God, Im fucking enormous....
How did I let myself get this big?!

Gabe was still smiling. Im kinda glad you did. Thats pretty hot. He rubbed my
gut. I was confused, obviously. You weigh more than me... and yet, Im the big, strong
guy. I kind of like that... stupid as it sounds. I looked at him blankly. It did sound stupid.
Wait...wait a second... you like that Im a fat ass? Im not the skinny guy you wanted to
date anymore. Im one of the blobs youre paid to get into shape. Gabe scratched his
chin. Well, I guess I should be honest about that... I wasnt going to ask you out when
you were thin... when I saw you walk into the gym that day, sporting a belly you didnt
have a few weeks earlier... well, I kinda wanted to ask you out then. Knowing youd been
thin and porked up was... sexy. Im weird, I know. But I like a guy with meat on his
bones. I gave him a look of disbelief.
He sighed a bit and looked away from me. Okay, heres the honest part. He
took a deep breath. The reason I even got into training, and why I mostly do weight loss
training for clients... is because I love weight on a guy. It turns me on. He turned a bit
red. Seeing a chunky guy come in to work out in front of me, how every bit of him
jiggles and bounces. How in two minutes hes already sweating and we havent even
finished warm ups. On top of that, 90 percent of the guys I help slim down, once they
stop coming in for training, go right back to what they used to do. So I get to see these
now thin guys fattening themselves back to where they started, and sometimes a bit
further than that.
I stared at him dumbfounded. Speechless. Gabe smiled awkwardly. It gets better.
Or worse, depending on how you react, I guess. He took another deep breath. Ive been
bringing you so much food... well... because I wanted to see if youd get bigger. I
fantasize about helping a guy get fatter, rather than thinner for once. When you put on a
bit of weight after we started dating, well, I decided Id just give you the tools to keep
going, and you did.
S-so, you fattened me up!
Gabe shook his head. No, of course not! Well, kind of. All I did was give you the
resources to get bigger. I didnt force you to eat that much. And the days youve had free
to go to the gym, I didnt actually do anything to stop you other than maybe some
encouragement to stay home. But He turned red again, But, if youd let me, Id
really like to try getting you bigger.
That tore it. I flipped my lid. I dont even remember what I said, but I know I
struggled back into my snug clothing and stormed out. After that, I refused to see him.
Not for his lack of trying, either. Every day he called me, or texted me, or tried to reach
me online, but I ignored him. I thought if I cut away from him, Id get my weight back in
check, but I was wrong. My appetite was bigger to match my bigger body. My activity
level had dropped and hitting the gym seemed less appealing if I had to walk in looking
the way I did, after swearing to get back in shape months ago. Clothes kept shrinking,
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Being away from Gabe hadnt helped my weight at all. In fact, all it did was make
me miss him. That, or I ate when I was lonely now. Looks like I was going to put on
weight either way. Fat and lonely? Or fat with a guy who genuinely seemed to like me? I
sighed, picking up my phone. While I never thought the words I was about to say would
come out of my mouth, I didnt feel surprised to hear them. The instant Gabe picked up,
all I said was Okay, its me... you want to fatten me up? Lets go for it. If you ever dump
me for being too fat though, therell be hell to pay.
I heard Gabe make a sound of relief, then a light chuckle. Trust me. You could
never be too fat for me. Can I come over? Ill bring snacks. This was the moment of my
decision. I could go back on it, but the words rolled off my tongue easily. Sure thing,
bring something good. When he finally made it over, there was no secrecy, no need for
him to hide why he brought so much food. Wed spent enough time apart. We went to the
bedroom, throwing clothes aside. He brought the boxes of what seemed to be pastries and
cookies with him. We had our fun while he stuffed me, and weirdly, it didnt feel weird at
all.
About a week later, Gabe asked me if I wanted to live with him. I agreed almost
immediately.
***
Gabe wasnt secretive at all anymore. The overabundance of food became normal.
I took lunches to work meant for someone twice my size, somewhat embarrassed to be
seen eating so much, and would be greeted by an equally huge meal for dinner together.
Since wed become so open about it, my weight had been climbing. A month into the
new routine and I crested 320 pounds. Two months in and I was at 356. Somehow, in the
period of eight months, I was just over 150 pounds larger.
Whenever I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, it took a moment to
recognize myself. My enormous belly would sway in front of me, dripping as I walked
out of the shower in the morning. It had red stretch marks across its surface now. Plenty
of them. On top of my belly was a set of what could only then be called a set of breasts. I
had these massive love handles, and rolls pinching above them, and thick, fat thighs
pressing together. Seeing myself like this even made me hard now, not that it was totally
obvious with my cock partially buried under my expanding groin. I was a real porker. Id
gotten so big so fast that I wasnt even really used to being this way. Id touch my belly
and feel it, always amazed by its almost dough-like quality. Id walk into the bedroom,
jiggling and shaking, and either find Gabe with a nice big breakfast for me before work,
or something substantial and delicious left behind if he was already out the door. Then,
Id get dressed in whatever currently fit me and head out to work. My car seemed to be
shrinking every day while I snacked on a few chocolate bars or drank a cake shake on the
way.
Gaining had become a constant factor in my daily life. From when I woke up to
when I went to bed, I was working on getting bigger and bigger. Gabe loved every

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minute of it. He was still the sweet guy who asked me out initially, but he was becoming
more dominant with me every day. When I was full after dinner, hed make me eat
another slice of cake at dessert, and before bed make me chug the biggest shake I could
handle. People noticed I was growing, and I think they figured out what we were up to. I
got strange looks from people at the office when I waddled in one day. Or at least, it was
the first time I noticed it. There were snickers the day that a man from our supply division
brought me a new chair more suitable to my new weight. I heard disapproving murmurs
when Gabe would bring me lunch and grab a secretive little squeeze when he was about
to go. No matter how stealthy he tried to be, people seemed to notice. It was
embarrassing, but I would deal with it.
At least, I thought Id deal with it until one morning I was called into my
managers office. I lowered myself onto a too small chair as my boss looked at me sadly.
Ive got bad news Lucas, he sighed sadly. Our budget has been slashed, and were
being forced to downgrade to purely essential staff. I know youve been working hard on
a project for us for months, but its been canceled and the team is being let go. I zoned
out as he talked. I was out of a job. I wouldnt be hauling my fat ass into the office
anymore. When our chat was done, I went to my desk, grabbed my things, and slowly
waddled out to my car.
I drove home feeling totally lost and a growing hunger in the pit of my stomach.
At one time, losing my job would have made me lose my appetite. Now though, I was out
of work, and all I really felt was... hungry. When Gabe got home, I told him the news. He
was supportive, in his own way. He took me to the bedroom and stuffed me fuller than he
ever had. Ill be honest. It cheered me up
***
Unemployed now, I spent my days hanging out at Gabes, now our, condo. Hed
leave me notes and instructions on just what overly rich, weight boosting things hed left
around, or tips to get the most out of my meals until he was home. His ability to help
others lose weight apparently was easily reverse-engineered to do the opposite. It
became my job to blimp out as much as I could. Our food bill was going to go through
the roof, but we both treated it like an investment. It was paying off. I was packing on the
pounds again, but I missed working. I decided to start looking for a new job. I was
closing in on 400 when I decided to look, but I didnt think an employer would care about
my weight too much after seeing what I could do. Plus, an employer wouldnt know I
was formerly trim and slim. It might actually make my job easier to not have people
whispering rumors about my expanding body.
Only problem was none of my clothes fit anymore. Id been home, gaining for
enough time that Id outgrown all my work clothesand apparently my casual clothes,
even my sweats. It was summer, and itd been hot enough that I didnt want to put clothes
on over my already all-too-well-insulated body, so I never noticed Id outgrown
everything. I waddled out of the closet and looked at Gabe. He looked up at me from the
bed. Got a problem, babe? You look a little flushed.

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I nodded and waddled over to the bed. It groaned when I planted myself on it. I
want to get a new job, but Ive got nothing to wear. Gabe put down his book and peered
into my closet. Im sure something in there is suitable. Are you being picky? He asked,
leaning over to give me a peck on the cheek. I shoved him back a little with a smirk. No,
I literally mean I have nothing to wear. Everything in there is too small for me now. He
sat up, his face now much more intrigued. Are you serious? I nodded again. Gabe
looked sly for a moment. Can I see? Uh... sure, I guess so. I said, getting back up and
waddling to my closet. I fumbled around and pulled some stuff on. Shirts wouldnt cover
my gut. Pants couldnt get over my thighs. Even my underwear was too small. Gabe
looked too excited for words as I tried on garment after garment, each far too tiny for me
to shove myself into. I went back into the closet to grab my next outfit, coming out to
find Gabe stripping down to nothing. His naked, muscular frame nicely contrasted my
doughy, jiggling body.
He was taking some clothes out of my closet. He tried them on. He had to hold up
the underwear, and the jeans. The shirt was a tent on him... and he was already a pretty
huge guy. While it was taut across his shoulders, the trunk was billowy and draping. He
let go of the waistband on the briefs. They stayed up... thanks to one part of him in
particular. He looked at me. God, I cant believe these are too small for you... thats
so..hot he said grinning, tossing off the clothing and getting close to me. He pushed me
against the wall and kissed me deeply. Mmmm seeing you play dress up in too tiny
clothes has got me going. How about we... you know... His cock pressed up against my
gut. Do you need to ask? With that, I was taken back to the bed. Wed been sleeping
together for months, but it felt different every time. As my weight swelled, I felt myself
jiggle, shake, bounce in different places as Gabe would do what he did best. Id get warm
and a little out of breath despite not working nearly as hard as him. His big hands would
grab and grope me. Hed comment on my size, or how he loved how big I was getting.
Hed talk about how I was such a fatass now, how Id blimped out, how I was turning
into such a blob. Hearing the comments might insult most people. For me, it was just
another form of appreciation.
Eventually, Gabe reached the point of no return. As he finished, he looked down
at me, panting and sweating. I was panting and sweating even harder. Sorry if I was a bit
rough, big boy. Seeing you in those clothes got me a bit hotter than normal. You okay?
He said, lying down next to me. I nodded. Yeah... that was great. Im fine, I said as I
tried to catch my breath. Hey, can you do me a favor tomorrow? Gabe nodded,
Whatll it be?
I rolled over and draped my arm over his chest. Just pick me up some new
sweats or workout clothes? Ill wear them to go shopping for interview clothing. Gabe
nodded, looking a little tired after the romp. Of course, Ill get some tomorrow after
work. You dont mind being naked for another day, huh? He asked. I dont think I
responded. I just trailed off to sleep.
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I waited the next day for Gabe to bring my clothing, but when he got home, hed
forgotten. The next day, hed forgotten, and the next... and the next. He assured me hed
just forgotten, anyway. This went on for weeks. I kept swelling the entire time. Gabe was
feeding me double time. He even took some time off work to put to the efforts. He kept
talking about what itd be like for me to hit 500 pounds. That was the goal, it seemed.
Every day, I would wake up doughier and lazier. I was getting really out of shape.
I still had no clothes, but it wasnt bothering me as much. I didnt think I was up to
commuting every day like this, and my car was definitely too small by now. Eventually I
gave up on the thought. No job wants to hire a guy to work from home, and I was quickly
approaching a size that meant I wouldnt be so easily able to get into the office. Gabe
started using the normally restricted to the bedroom names of fat boy, fatass, pig, and the
like to talk to me during the day. At first it was awkward, but over time I got used to it.
They werent really insults if they were true.
I was getting so huge. My belly was hanging heavily, threatening to cover my
cock completely. What little of it still stood out, anyway. The fat loomed around it, ready
to swallow it up any day now. My ass was huge now. I took up a good portion of our
living room couch on my own. It made it hard for us to cuddle together during a movie.
So sometimes we just lay on the floor, Gabe using me almost like a beanbag. He had to
help me up every time. He was helping me a lot now. The condo had a second floor. I
could still climb it, but from time to time, if my knees were a bit tired, Gabe would help
me climb it. I breezed past 500 pounds. My lifestyle was getting less and less active by
the day. That made Gabes already doubled efforts even more effective.
Sometimes it was almost as if I could see myself growing. I was starting to get
worried. I was over 500 now... but I was still gaining, and Gabe showed no signs of
stopping. One day, I worked up the nerve to ask him. Hey, Gabe... so... how big are we
going to make me, anyway? Gabe was getting ready for the gym, Sitting on the bed,
putting on his shoes. However big you want to go, babe. You tell me when to stop, and
well stop.
He rambled the sentence off a bit too quickly. It didnt sound like he meant it.
Okay... how about I ask it this way then. Gabe, how big do you plan on making me?
Gabe looked back at me. I told you, we can stop when you want to. I gulped. I realized
what had been going on, suddenly. Come on, you know Im not the one in control
anymore. Since I hit 280, any chance Id ever get my appetite in check and stop what was
happening to me has gone out the window. How fat do you plan on making me?
Gabe looked away and laughed. Yeah, youre right. Once we got over that little
fight., you didnt have a hope of ever stopping. I didnt want to tell you this, because I
figured youd chicken out. He went silent a few seconds. Looking at how far youve
come now, and how much you LIKE it though? I suppose I can tell you. He took a deep
breath and smiled at me. My plan is to fatten you up till youre impossibly huge. Just
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gulped, feeling the chill of excitement and worry again that I remembered from when I
first agreed to let him fatten me up. Gabe stood up and looked down at me, he rooted
through a drawer in the nightstand, pulling out some slips of sturdy, but soft cloth. He
smiled at me and tied my hands and feet to the bedposts. He gave me a sinister,
somewhat knowing grin. It kept me from stopping him, though part of me didnt want to
stop him anyway.
See, fat boy... Gabe said, standing his straightest, shoulders back, looking
gargantuan above Ben. Its been my dream for a long time to turn a guy into a massive,
useless blob. Ive always wanted to really blow a guy up. I got my last boyfriend pretty
far along, but we broke up before he could hit 500. Becoming that massive, useless blob
though? Thats exactly whats gonna happen to you. Youre going to be a gigantic tub,
trapped in your own flab, and all youre going to want is food and sex. He said laughing.
Youll enjoy it too, I know. I wouldnt have pushed you this far if I didnt see how into
this youve gotten. He moved my belly, rubbing the still exposed three inches of my
cock. I could feel the dull panic below my excitement again. I wanted to be that blob, but
still something behind that desire was telling me that I shouldnt. I didnt get your
clothes because if you ended up getting a job, youd have the money to move out if you
got freaked out by all this. Ill admit its not my proudest moment, but I figured that if
you couldnt move out, you couldnt stop gaining. He smiled at me warmly this time. I
just didnt want you to quit... so, now you know. I want you to keep growing. Are you
going to let me get you as big as I can?
I nodded. Yeah... I dont think I could work now anyway. Im a bit too big. And
youre right. Ive been enjoying this too much to want to stop now, even if its freaking
me out to hear it out loud.
Gabe gave my gut a playful slap. Ill let you get used to immobility now then...
cause youre not getting untied till you cant move without my help.. I didnt bother to
try and get back up. I just looked up at Gabe, seeing his face behind his thick meaty pecs.
To think, you managed to keep me here long enough by just not picking up clothes.. I
said, making what Id just been told sound as if it had been something totally normal.
Gabe chuckled a little Yeah... pigs dont wear clothes. As terrifying as normal people
would find what wed just talked about, to us, it was okay. Normal. A turn-on, even. The
fact that Gabe was 100 percent serious made it even better. The voice telling me to get up
and run while he still might be able to was drowned out by the other greedy voice that
was begging Gabe to turn me into that useless blob as soon as possible. I think it was
this contradiction of feelings that thrilled me. Gabe gave his abs a scratch and looked
over his shoulder to the bedroom door. Be right back, big boy. He said as he walked
out of the room.
I heard him plod down the stairs to the kitchen. The sounds of blenders and the
opening of cupboards. Gabe came back up the stairs with two huge jugs of a thick shake
hed mixed, and pastries, cookies, and cakes hed bought last night. It was more than I
ever eat for him. Two or three of our sessions together at least. Open wide, Fatass. He
said sternly, with a grin. I did what I was told. A funnel was shoved in my mouth and

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thick, chocolaty shake poured into it. He stuffed me to bursting that session. I was
uncomfortable for hours. I knew he was serious, but in the back of my mind I was hoping
he might not be. I was getting jitters now. I wasnt ready for immobility! I didnt even
know if I wanted to hit 600! I couldnt organize my thoughts. One moment I was ready
and willing to get as big as was demanded of me. The other, I was terrified of what was
becoming of me.
He wasnt joking though. I lay there in bed, day after day. Before work, Gabe
would stuff me to the point of bursting again. Id always feel groggy after it, drift off to
sleep, only to be woken up a few hours later when Gabe came home for lunch. Id be
stuffed again, sink back to a nice nap, and usually wake up about an hour before Gabe got
home. There wasnt much to do in the bed. The TV was left on most of the time. Then at
night, when Gabe got home, he basically stuffed me from when he got in the door to
when he would need to sleep. Whenever Id be too full to continue, hed stop for a bit,
rubbing my gut, and wed have sex. Hed pound into me, talking about what a blob I was
becoming, and asking me how it felt to be turned into such a fat slob by him. At times, it
made me wonder if his sweetness in the beginning was just an act, but in truth, I didnt
care. I was liking the treatment. Hed clean me up before bed; then usually fall asleep
with his arm resting on my flabby chest. Hed nuzzle up and give me a kiss, showing he
was still the sweet guy I met. Just with a bit of a bitter twist.
I was inflating like a water balloon. Layer upon layer of fat increasing below my
skin. Stretch marks crisscrossed the expanse of my swelling gut. Months were flying by
like this, and I didnt exactly know how long hed been stuffing me. The naps I took to
digest were throwing off all sense of time. Gabe would stand over me smirking with
pleasure over the mound of dough he was turning me into. I passed 750 quickly, he told
me. He had me test my strength a few times for him over the course of this express ride
into immobility. It was a simple test. I had to get up under my own strength. I managed it
fine for the most part, but each time, the test got a little more impossible. Not only was
the added fat making it harder, but also my forced immobility was letting the last of my
muscles waste away into nothing. Until one day I couldnt do it. Gabe had to help me. He
helped me lift myself out of the bed Id been on for months and waddled me to the
bathroom to get cleaned up. It seemed so small now. I almost didnt fit.
It took forever to clean me off, getting into all my rolls and folds. I got to see
myself in the mirror, but I couldnt even comprehend the site I saw. Last time I saw my
reflection, I was big, sure, but now I was dominated by flab. My face was round, I had
jowls, and a thick roll of fat around my neck. It didnt really look like my face at first, but
after a few minutes, I could see my old eyes and brow. My nose looked smaller thanks to
the puffy cheeks flanking it. My cock hardened somewhere under my belly, seeing the
sight of the massive, panting man looking back at me. Gabe waddled me to the living
room and let me lay down on the floor in front of the TV, tossing me some snacks. Gotta
go out, pig. Theres a mini-fridge behind you. Make sure its empty when I get back. He
said, authoritatively. I nodded, not even considering not devouring its contents.

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A few hours later, I heard the door open and footsteps coming up the stairs. More
than one pair. I saw Gabe stand next to the door and point down the hall. Bedroom is
down there, fellas. Ill set all that up, so you can just prop it up on a wall. He stepped out
of the way as a large mattress being lifted by two guys passed by, followed immediately
by two more guys carrying boxes. Gabe looked in at me. Good job, fat boy. Fridge is
empty. I had to go get you a new bed. You were starting to crowd me out of the last one.
He walked in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. As he stood up, one of the movers walked
in and looked down at me. Whoa, he muttered under his breath.
Yeah, you guys all done in there then? Gabe asked, not even making mention
of me. The mover didnt respond. He just looked a bit shocked. Ugh, yes, we realize
hes quite big. This is my boyfriend. You dropped off the bed for him. Now you know
why it was so big.
The mover snapped back to it. Oh, yes, of course... um... heres the sheet, I need
your initials here, he said pointing. Gabe nodded and signed the sheet before showing
them the way out. Okay big boy, Ive got to go set up our new sleeping arrangements.
Youve got to lay here a few more hours. He said before wandering off. I fell asleep. A
few hours later, I felt him nudging me in the pitch dark. Hmf... I muttered groggily as I
tried to roll over, realizing I still couldnt. Gabe started to help me up.
Okay, big boy, on the count of three... 1...2...3 He said, as he started to try and
hoist me up, the countdown was my cue to push myself up as best as I could. No go.
Gabe rubbed the side of my gut. Come on, you can do better. 1... 2... 3, he said hoisting
again. I used all my strength and got to my knees. It was really the getting up from a
horizontal position that took the most effort. Now I could waddle around pretty easily
with Gabes help. Alright, lets get you back to the bedroom, he said, helping my
wobbling body out of the room and down the hall to the bedroom.
As he helped me in, I saw the new setup. A massive mattress sitting on top of a
sturdier frame than the older wood one we had... and curiously above the bed, a set of
straps and pulleys. Panting and gasping a bit from my short waddle down the hallway, I
asked. Whats that thing on the ceiling? Gabe looked up at it. Oh, thats a harness.
Youre getting pretty big now. Soon I wont be able to lift you out of bed, so I picked that
up. Itll make it easier to clean you and change the sheets.
It was a good point. I hadnt really thought of that. Gabe rubs my gut and helps
me onto the bed. He smirks at me in the dim light of the single lamp lit in the room. The
clock says its midnight. He spent all day setting this place up. So this is it, Lucas... time
to go the full distance. Next goal is to make you so big I cant get you out of bed myself
without the aid of that harness. Only way out after this is maybe with a forklift and a
team of firemen. He gave my gut a shake to watch how I wobbled. Time for your
before-bed snack, isnt it? He hopped off the bed and headed downstairs to prepare my
next massive meal.
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After that, our daily routines changed. Hed still stuff me of course, at breakfast,
lunch, and dinner. But when he got home, hed also help me out of bed to clean me up. If
I could stand, we werent done yet. Every day, it got a little harder. My weight was still
climbing, though slower. It was hard to pack more weight onto an already overloaded
body. The sheer amount of food needed to add another pound to me, on top of
maintaining my weight meant I needed to be fed constantly. The short walks to the
bathroom were almost pointless. After I was cleaned up, wed waddle me back to the bed.
The effort making me sweaty again and requiring Gabe to give me a once over before I
laid back down.
It seemed I was always short on breath whether waddling back and forth from the
en suite or just lying in bed. The sheer weight of my now massive tits pressed heavily on
my ribcage below, making breathing harder. Gabe loved every minute of it. He took
some more time off to really push me as far as he could. It seemed I was eating all the
time now. From the minute I woke up, there was food in my mouth. When I was being
washed, hed make me chug shakes. During sex, hed stuff me. Not just with a snack,
either. Whole meals. Meals meant for someone my size, obviously. To most people they
were a three-course meal.
Hed rub me down with oils or moisturizers to help soothe my stressed skin. It
had a hard time keeping up with the swelling mass of fat below it. He doted on me
constantly, looking more and more pleased every day, seeing how much more effort it
took to move me.
Its like trying to roll a Volkswagen Beetle over. He said, jokingly one night.
That might actually be easier though, since the Beetle doesnt squish around your hands
when you push it. He smiled and kissed my bloated cheek. I still cant even believe
this... youre so huge. I can bet if anyone you met before in your life saw you now, they
wouldnt even think they knew you. You dont look like the cute guy I started dating!
Mmf..., I grunted, shifting my weight back down onto the bed with his help. I
dont? I said through a small gasp and pant.
Gabe shook my gut a bit Not in the least. You were cute before. Now, God, now
youre just unbelievably hot to me. I cant even think of you without going hard. The
only time I dont have an erection now is when I put you out of my mind completely,
which is difficult in itself. I spend so much time taking care of you.
I smiled a bit at that. To think people would normally have to deal with needing to
lose weight to become more attractive. It was a foreign concept to me now. Gabe and I
seemed to be the norm in my mind. It was everyone else who was weird. Im a little sad
its going to end soon, fat boy. He said, sitting down next to me. I raised an eyebrow
What do you mean? He patted my stomach again. What do you think? Youre
enormous now. Its giving me a workout to help you around. My backs been sore from
walking you to the bathroom every day. Pretty soon, Im not going to be strong enough to
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Oh right.... I said, somewhat blankly. To think that I would be stopping my
gains. It had been such a long time since we started this that it had become my life. I
couldnt think of what wed do with all this time now, not devoted to my expansion. So,
whatll we do then?
Only thing we can do. Gabe said. Keep that tank of yours full. Make sure you
dont drop a single pound. Keep you fat and happy, big guy. He said as he leaned over
to give me a kiss on the cheek. He smiled his little smirk as usual You know, I had a
thought.
And what thought was that?
Ive helped quite a few guys drop unwanted pounds in my job... I think if I were
to add together all the weight theyve lost, that might just be how much Ive made you
gain. Theres something karmic about that, I think.
I laughed a little. Well then, we should keep up the trend... whatever weight you
take off another guy, feel free to add it right on here. I said as I slap my gargantuan
belly. If it helps you feel karma is in balance, that is. Gabe nodded and grabbed another
jug of my shake. Maybe well give that a shot then. Bottoms up. The bottle was
pressed to my lips and tilted back.
So began the last few weeks of sprinting towards my goal. The fat piled on,
though I couldnt really tell anymore. My body was an amorphous blob that jiggled and
wobbled. In a way, I felt like I was still the thin me, just buried under a fat suit. I just
couldnt take the suit off. Just before my 28th birthday, it happened. I actually couldnt
even believe I was 28. The months of packing on the pounds had blurred. I hadnt noticed
itd stretched into years.
Gabe tried to hoist me out of bed without the harness, and I couldnt manage
much more than to sit up. He tried for nearly 20 minutes, but that was it. We had no idea
how much I weighed, but it hardly mattered. Hed achieved his goal for me. I was now a
useless blob. Though, we still found uses for me, if you catch my drift. Gabe estimated
that I was probably over 900. He had doctors in who said the same, while warning us that
I was in perilous condition. It wasnt that we didnt care about my health, but that wed
made that sacrifice to see me through to this. This was my body now, and I didnt plan to
change it one bit. The doctors were baffled, but I stuck to my guns.
Now were looking into ways to supplement our income. My food bills are
staggeringly high, and it looks like well need someone around the house to help me
when Gabe isnt home. Gabe says he has some ideas, but he hasnt told me what yet.
Though he assures me its nothing illegal.. Though now, I dont think Id mind if it
was. Ive been working up the nerve to tell him something myself. When hes gone all
day, I think of our stuffing sessions, and being so full I feel like Im ready to explode. I
kind of miss them... Ill tell him tonight, for sure. I dont want to stop gaining. I miss it
too much. I want to do exactly what he told me he wanted to do one night. I want to grow
until we cant force another single pound into me. I have a feeling he wont be too hard to
convince.