The Attention Hog, Part 2 (Conclusion)

Hi again. It’s still me, Carlos, but with an update for you.

It’s been a wild few months for me. Instead of working hard and dieting back down to my usual weight of 180, I just kept eating and eating…and it wasn’t fruits, vegetables, and diet soda filling up my stomach. It was eggs and sausages and lots of country gravy. Greasy fried chicken, tacos drowning in guac and sour cream, and large milkshakes. Cookies, candy, and more cookies. I’ve been stuffing myself silly each and every day, and my body responded just like you think it would.

I grew bigger. And grew softer. I’m up to 230 now, and good Lord, I feel every ounce of it. My once-flat stomach and ridged abs were quickly covered in layer after layer of fresh fat, pushing further and further outward. My 30-inch waist stretched out to 32, then 34, and 36. As my belly grew bigger it also started to sag down over my belt and jiggle any time I took a step. On top of my belly my pecs also blossomed, going from firm muscles to pliable moobs that rested on top of my impossible-to-miss-gut.

Everything became ensconced in lard – my square jaw, my muscled arms and legs, and my pert ass. I was looking less and less like an athlete and more like a true coach potato.

At the gym, I got all the attention I could want. The men couldn’t stop staring, and making comments, and some teasing me by grabbing a handful of my belly and laughing. Of course, I kept wearing my old workout clothes even when they were too small, so there was no missing any of my lovely bulges. And what wasn’t stretching out the fabric was spilling out of it.

And the best part – all those guys who made fun on me in public? They were the same ones who propositioned me in private. We did it in the sauna, the shower, the restroom stalls, and anywhere else those studs wanted. I was getting fucked more often and more vigorously than ever before.

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Two big things happened today – first, I hit 250 pounds. I couldn’t believe it when I stepped on the gym scale, peered over my belly flab, and saw the number staring back at me. I got so excited that little Carlos got hard right away and begged for some attention. I could feel him growing down there, peering out from my fat pad and poking up against my gut. I was going to go the juice bar and get myself a protein shake, but I decided to head back to the locker room and take care of little Carlos first.

But that’s where big news #2 came about – just as I was about to enter the locker room, this man walked out. Or I should say, this angel. He was simply gorgeous…tall, ripped, dirty blond hair, and possessing a sexy smile with big dimples and a little stubble on each side. We both stopped and stared at one another for what felt like the longest time. He finally spoke, instructing himself as Tim, and I told him my name was Carlos. We stared some more, and we made small talk. Finally, he asked if I was finished with my workout for the day, since I was headed for the lockers, and I told him I was just going to use the restroom and would be back out in a second. So Tim asked me to work out with him, and of course I agreed immediately. Later, after exhausting myself in the weight room, Tim asked me to meet him for dinner. I again agreed immediately.

Well, I’m sure you can guess how things went from there. Tim and I had a fantastic dinner, in which he insisted that I order whatever appetizers, sides, entrées and desserts I wanted, and he gleefully watched as I polished everything off. And then it was back to my place for the best sex I’ve ever had.

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If you’ve ever wanted to get big – like real big – it certainly helps to have a boyfriend who is a feeder and an encourager. Tim loves to watch me eat, and he gets so excited as I suck down all the food he puts in front of me. He’s not rich, but comfortable in his tech job, so he has been taking me to dinner every night someplace fancy, but honestly, I think we have the most fun at the buffet. Nothing makes Tim happier than filling up plate after plate of food, bringing it to me, and telling me how sexy it is to watch me eat. He never once glances at other guys or checks his phone or gets bored – all of his attention is focused on me, and I fucking love it!

Tim also makes sure I put in plenty of effort in the gym. I had really only been going there to get noticed by other guys, but Tim says I have to have lots of muscle to hold up my growing body. He wants to take me to parties and the beach and to go hiking, not stuck with some blob who cannot get out of bed, so he’s got me on a regimen to add as much muscle as possible in addition to the fat. And truth be told, my personal bests are way up on every lift – I’m so much stronger than when I was actually lifting for sports.

As a result of all these changes, I put on 10 pounds the first week we were together. The second 10 came in the next two weeks, and then I gained 30 more pounds in the next few months. So yeah, I’m up to 300 now. It’s crazy to me that less than a year ago I weight 180, and now here I am up 120 pounds. My waist has soared to 46 inches, my chest is a monstrous 58, and my arms stretch the measuring tape all the way to 19. I’m HUGE everywhere, and I’m starving all the time, but it’s all worth it when I meet up with Tim and his eye light up with desire.

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Tim had to leave yesterday for a business trip, and he’ll be gone for a week, so I decided to try and get as big as possible for him when he returns. I’m sitting at 320 right now, and my goal is to get up to 330 by Saturday when he gets back. So I’m eating all the food I regularly would, but I’m finishing each night with at least two desserts from Sugar Daddy. Most of them are between 2,000 and 2,500 calories, so this should really help me pork up over the next few days.

Tonight I walked in, and as usual, all the other patrons stared at me. I was wearing a XXXL yellow tank top that was a bit too small for all my bulk, and a pair of cotton shorts that were so tight they definitely would have ripped off if I moved to quickly (I couldn’t even wear any underwear beneath them). I got my hair cut earlier in the day, so it was looking great, and I’ve just come from the gym, so my arms, chest, and legs are pumped. As I waddle up to the counter, I can feel my belly sloshing back and forth with all the food I crammed in it at the buffet, but I know I need more if I am gonna keep growing for my man. I’m about to order a giant cupcake and a loaded ice cream sundae when a voice behind me said my name.

I was shocked to turn around and see Steven standing in line. Yes, the slut who I apparently wasn’t enough man for – that Steven. He looked pretty much the same as the last time I’d seen him, but I knew I had changed. I could tell by his gaze that he wanted me more than ever.

Steven offered to pay for whatever I wanted, so I let him. Then we sat down at a table and caught up on each other’s lives – I told him I was dating someone new, and he told me he had sold his business and was getting ready to travel the world. He was no longer just a millionaire, I guess, but had so much money that he never had to work again a day in his life. I started eating my food as it arrived, and I could tell Steven was getting aroused. His right hand was on his crotch, his eyes followed my hand each time it lifted a little bit of cake or ice cream into my mouth, and he licked his lips on several occasions…God, he wanted me so bad. I could have asked him from anything in that moment, and he would have said yes. I could have gone back with him to his place, had sex as much as I wanted, and demanded food while being pleasured. I could have made him buy me a new wardrobe, take me on his trip, and let me stay in the most beautiful hotels in the world. I could have continue getting fatter and fatter while he treated me like a king.

But in the end, I just wished him well, and returned home where I masturbated to a photo that Tim had texted me earlier in the evening.

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Today is my birthday. It’s also the day I hit 360 pounds – fuckin’ twice what I weighed when I started gaining weight. My waist has blown up to 52 inches, but my chest has kept pace and gotten up to 65, so I still look a little like an athlete, but it’s definitely more powerlifter than baseball player. I’ve really put some effort into adding muscle to my arms lately, so they’re up to 23 inches of power. I love flexing them watch as they explode with size.

Tim and I both decided to take the day off so we could be together. He brought me breakfast in bed, and then we made love twice before ordering DoorDash for lunch. We finally got up at 2:00 in the afternoon and headed to the gym, and then afterward went to a French restaurant for dinner. He had bought me a new suit to wear, which must have used up all the fabric in the store, but it really was gorgeous. I put it on, and it hugged all my curves – both my muscles and my flab – and showed off how thick and wide I had gotten.

We splurged at the restaurant, ordering the most expensive menu items, and then walked home afterward…with Tim’s hand fingering my butt crack as we sauntered along the sidewalk. Tim was going to have our friends over on the weekend for a party, but tonight was all about us. Well, me, really. Tim told me all day long what I big stud I was turning into, and told me how sexy I was, and how hard I was making him.

He surprised me with a cake when we arrived back at our apartment – yes, we moved in together a few weeks back. After feeding me a few slices, Tim took the rest of the cake in left hand, grabbed my belly flab in his right hand, and led me up to the bedroom where he slowly and carefully undressed me. As much as I wanted him to tear off my clothes and ravage me, I did want to wear that suit at least one more time before I grew out of it. I laid down on the bed and Tim set the cake of my massive chest so I could finish it off, and he got started finishing off my cock.

I grabbed big hunks of the cake and stuffed it in my mouth, enjoying the sweet flavor, and enjoying the knowledge that all the calories would force my body to grow bigger and bigger.

Tim put his lips around the fat head of my penis and gave it a few kisses. “Oh, baby,” he said. “You’re such a huge hunky mountain of a man. You’re the beefiest, sexiest Adonis on Earth.”

I got hard. Fast. My cock sprang up to its full height within seconds . Tim knew how to turn me on.

“Yeah, and the bigger you get, the hotter you get. Just think when you’re at 380, or 400, or 420. You’re gonna be like a Greek God, with an enormous body full of fat and muscle. Growing bigger and sexier every day.”

Tim took my staff into his mouth and was gnawing hungrily on it, just like I was with the cake. I was getting so much satisfaction on both ends.

“Yeah, stud, cum for me,” he said when he reached up and began caressing my balls. “Cum all over me. Show me how powerful you are, baby.”

His head was bobbing up and down on my dick, and he was taking more and more of it into his throat. I was stuffing more and more of the cake down my own throat.

Tim removed his mouth and then moved his hands up to my cock, where he squeezed it as hard as he could. “You are a fuckin’ monster, Carlos. Keep eating, keep growing, and keep…getting…HUGE!”

That was all I needed…a torrent of jizz burst from the head of my cock and sprayed all over his face and chest. Tim started licking it up as I licked the remainder of the cake frosting off my fingers.

“How was that, baby?” Tim asked me.

I raised my head to see him over my gut, and we smiled as each other as our eyes met. “Yeah, I got all that I need.”