The Biggest, Part 2 (Conclusion)

July 2

I guess I can’t ignore it anymore – I’m gaining weight. I don’t know exactly how much I’ve put on, since there’s no scale here in the pool house, but it’s at least 10 pounds…maybe 15. I’ve been wearing my stretchiest pair of sweatpants and baggiest t-shirt the past few days, but even they are getting to be quite tight. I’ve been consistently at a 33-inch waist since high school, but I must be at 34 or 35 by now, given the flabby mound that has appeared on my waist. And although I can’t quite see what’s going on back there, I have a feeling my ass has gotten bigger, too.

It’s to be expected, of course. The lack of physical labor combined with the gargantuan levels of high-calorie food available from Aldo are quite a stark difference from my life a few months back when I was working up a sweat all day long on jobsites and barely getting enough to eat. It’s no wonder I’ve gained some weight, but I’ve got to get things under control, however, so I don’t turn into some giant tub of goo. I’m definitely gonna cut back on the snacking, and I’m pretty sure Troy said something about a gym up in the main house that I can use. First thing tomorrow…or maybe second thing, after buying some new clothes, I’m gonna get in a good long workout.

Tonight, however, I’m going to indulge one last night. Aldo made pizza – the fuckin’ best pizza I’ve ever tasted – and I’m gonna wash it down with a few beers and play a little Call of Duty.

July 16

Geez, this is embarrassing. I went to buy some new clothes a couple weeks ago, and I tried on some 35 jeans since I knew I was no longer going to fit into 33s – and they were also too tight! I had to get 37s! And the shirts I bought were no longer mediums, but XL.

OK, you’re probably saying that’s not too bad, right? So I gained a little weight and had to buy some new clothes…it happens to all guys. But here’s the kicker – it’s only been two weeks since then and the new stuff is already skintight. Fuck! I’m blowing up like a balloon. I’m gonna have to get 39s or 40s next time. 40s!

So after this debacle I finally decided to waddle up to the main house and see if Troy had a scale in one of his bathrooms. I needed to know exactly what the damage was. I started up the walkway, and damn, I got out of breath before even making it halfway. I was huffin’ and puffin’ and it felt like my lungs were on fire from a short walk. I mean, I used to run laps for hours while training for football back in high school, and now I can’t even go 50 yards without falling apart. This was not a good sign.

By the time I finally made it to the mansion, I was sweating like crazy. My brow and pits were perspiring heavily, and I could feel moist droplets forming under my moobs and jiggly gut. It was a complete embarrassment. I stopped in the kitchen to grab a glass of water, but Aldo insisted on making me a milkshake to help cool me off. I should have said no, but I needed all the fortification I could get at that moment. I guess that’ll be another 1,200 calories I’ll need to work off.

I finally found the scale about 15 minutes later, and I nearly fainted when I looked past my burgeoning belly and saw the numbers 242 flashing back at me. 52 pounds! I had gained 52 pounds in the past few months!

I was stunned…shocked…and eventually realized I also had a raging erection.

July 30

Yeah, I should have done something to stop my weight gain. I should have eaten sensibly, but I didn’t. I can’t…I just can’t anymore, because I want food all the time. If I don’t have it in my mouth, I subconsciously chew on my cheek like I am still eating. I feel lightheaded if I go more than an hour without something substantial in my stomach…which, thanks to Aldo, I never have to worry about. I pig out every day…I indulge my every craving…and I keep getting fatter.

As I stood on the scale in Troy’s guest bathroom this morning wearing my new XXL shirt and my size 42 shorts, I pulled up my growing belly and looked down to my new weight of 256. Two weeks after weighing 242, I’m now at 256. That’s 14 freakin’ pounds in 14 days. I don’t even really look like myself anymore. I still think I’ve got an athletic body with a lean face, but that’s just the case. Every inch of me is bloated and soft, with angry-looking stretch marks across pretty much every part of my physique. I feel like a beached whale, and that I must be the least attractive person on the planet. That is, until today.

I came out of the bathroom and almost ran right into Troy. He was heading to take a shower after his morning workout…he was shirtless, sweaty, and pumped. Yeah, he’s got some fat on him, but it’s solid and balanced. Sure he has a big ball belly, but one hardly notices when his giant biceps are flexing. The guy is just a huge hunk of man with big everything, and not just a skinny guy who has been porking up.

But when he saw me this morning, his whole face lit up. “Lookin’ good, Alec.”

I blushed. Big time. “Uh, you’re joking.”

Then Troy reached under my shirt hem, grabbed a handful of my flab, and tugged on it. “Nah, no joke. I like guys with meat on their bones.”

My ego grew three sizes in that instant, making it almost as big as my ass.

August 13

I’m sure you can guess what has happened in the last few weeks. Yep, I’m still getting bigger. I hit 270 this morning thanks to my lack of exercise and Aldo’s cooking – everything he makes is simply incredible. I start each morning stuffing myself full of pancakes and omelets and muffins, and then continue with multiples sandwiches and bowls of chowder for lunch, and then steaks and stews and potatoes for dinner. And then at least a few desserts on top of all that.

My waist has grown to a 46 as of this morning, and I’m going to have to go back to the store and get some new clothes…again! I might as well buy some stuff 4-5 sizes bigger so I can wear things more than once before they become too tight.

Before going shopping, I decided to take another shower, since I pretty much sweat all day long now.

I started soaping myself up once under the water, feeling my body to see if my old muscles are still evident, but they are buried too deep under all the freshly grown flab. Instead, I played with my floppy man-tits, my enormous stomach, and my incredibly wide ass, which starts to quiver as I reach around to wash it. All this attention starts to bring my cock to life, so I move my hands around to my massive thighs and growing fat pad. My once-decent sized penis is buried into this new lake of lard, but there’s enough there still for me to grab on to and jerk off.

I began stroking hard as I think about Troy’s amazing body, and how much he’s been staring at me lately. I think about him thrusting his own cock into my giant ass…pumping up and down…all his muscles working together to fuck me raw. His rod has turned to solid steel because I turn him on so much….fucking fucking fucking….until I explode!

And explode I did, all over my belly and the shower.

August 27

I’m gaining weight faster now. I’ve put on 35 pounds in the past two weeks, bringing myself just over 300 pounds. Fuck, I’ve gained more than 100 pounds of pure fat since starting my new gig back in the spring.

Speaking of the gig, we are getting close to finishing Troy’s yard. The landscaping team has about 80% of the project completed, so very soon I’m going to have to find some new work. Thankfully, Troy has been posting photos of my designs all over his social media accounts and quite a few folks have reached out with interest in hiring me, which is quite exciting…especially since there’s no way I could go back to being a laborer now. I certainly don’t possess anywhere near the level of stamina required for that kind of workload anymore, and I doubt there’s a pair of overalls big enough to fit me. A lot of the new fat seems to be concentrated in my rear end, as I looked extremely pear-shaped every time I glance at my reflection in a mirror. It may even weigh more than my gut now…I mean, it’s truly become gargantuan over the last few weeks. Sometimes I spend as much time touching and caressing it as I do with my cock.

September 10

So much news to share! So this morning, I hit 350 pounds. Can you believe it? I’m so fuckin’ HUGE! As with last time, my butt experience most of the growth…it’s massive and soft and billowy, and I really have to be careful where I sit down. I don’t even have to turn around to see it anymore, as it has grown so wide that it stretches into my field of view. All my old clothes don’t fit again, of course, so I bought some new size 58-inch shorts and some XXXXL t-shirts from the Big & Tall store the other day.

Second, it’s moving day. The landscaping design work at Troy’s estate is now complete, so I’ll be leaving the pool house and going back to my home. Troy was even nice enough to pay for a moving company to pack everything up for me, so I decided to go up to the mansion and thank him personally once the guys arrived. Thankfully, Troy had also rented me a golf cart to help me get around since I’ve plumped up, so I didn’t need to make the long walk up to his place.

Once I got up there, I found Troy eating an apple in the kitchen. Aldo didn’t seem to be around, so he must have been at the market. I told Troy I was about to take off, and I told him how much I appreciated him taking a chance on me. I then handed over my key to the pool house.

Troy smiled and asked, “So I guess this means you are no longer in my employment, huh, Alec? And we’ll have to find some sort of new relationship going forward?”

I smiled back. “What did you have in mind?”

The big muscleman took a step forward, put his hands on my belly, and began caressing it. We look at each other long and hard, we began kissing long and hard, and our cocks grew long and hard. Troy then scooped me up in his beefy arms and easily carried me to the bedroom, which was no small feat given my extreme weight. He laid me down on the bed and ripped off my shirt and shorts, and then he began playing with my flab. “God, I thought you were good-looking when you first got here, Alec, but I had no idea you were going to blossom into such a sexy beast.”

We began kissing again, and our hands started going all over each other’s bodies. I got harder and harder as Troy’s strong calloused paws explored my soft tits, my massive belly, and overflowing love handles. As things heated up, he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, and I replied, “More than anything.”

Troy helped me turn over, and then he left the room for a brief moment…only to return with a big plate of pastries from the kitchen, which he sat down beside me. I started eating them as fast as I could while Troy grabbed some lube and began applying it to my crack. “This fuckin’ ass. It’s easily the biggest and sexiest I’ve ever seen. It’s gotta be the biggest in the whole state, Alec.”

He played with it for a while, and then climbed on top of me and inserted his cock. He told me over and over how much bigger he wanted me to get…that I should keep growing more fat and muscle, too, so I would be strong enough to carry it all. He wanted me to get to 400, 425, 450….maybe even up to 500 pounds if I could handle it. I kept shoveling more food in my mouth, tasting all that sweet icing and bread, and getting hotter and hotter. Everything became a blur as Troy pumped me harder and harder and I ate more and more, until about 30 seconds later when we both came in unison.

September 24

After our first time together, Troy notified the movers to take my stuff up to the mansion instead of back to my home. I think they were a bit confused why they’d been hired to move a few boxes from the pool house to the main house, but they didn’t ask any questions since Troy paid them handsomely .

Most of the last few weeks I’ve spent in Troy’s bed, either eating or fucking. I’m up to almost 400 pounds, and I should pass that mark very soon. Troy has told me to enjoy our little honeymoon, but he’s going to take me with him to the gym soon so I can start putting on some muscle. He likes me big, but he doesn’t want me to be immobile. He wants me to be able to stroll hand in hand through the beautiful grounds of *our* estate, as he calls it now, and to go out to fancy restaurants, and to go to the beach, and to do all the things that boyfriends do together. He wants to take me to picnics and art galleries and parties and let the world how in love he is.

I swear, Troy may de dating the man with the biggest ass, but I'm definitely dating the man with the biggest heart.