Getting the Body He Wants, Part 2 (Conclusion)

July

Even with extra attention from me during class, Burt has continued to gain weight. He hit 300 this month, which is crazy since he was only 240 pounds six months ago.  Even worse, he was still trying to jam himself into his very overtaxed workout clothes, and flab was just spilling out everywhere – his shirts always resembled crop tops as his growing gut jiggled out of them freely, and honestly, I really don’t know how the man got his shorts on and off as they were so freakin’ tight. I asked Burt why he continued to wear them, and he said it was because he kept thinking he was going to lose weight and they would fit better. I told him that he may be able to have more productive workouts if he was wearing clothes that actually fit properly, so he finally went out and bought some new ones (a size XXXL shirt and 54-inch waist shorts).

I also told Burt that we should get some measurements this month so that the scale wasn’t the only thing we were looking at for progress:

• Neck = 18 inches
• Arms = 19 inches (both flexed and unflexed)
• Chest = 48 inches
• Waist = 54 inches
• Thighs = 30 inches

Burt admitted how embarrassing it was to see those numbers, since he had a 28-inch waist back in high school, and now he was almost twice that big. I told him that if he could follow the new meal plans I had given him, it would help him start moving back in that direction.

August

Instead of losing weight, however, Burt gained another 10 pounds this month, which brought him up to 310 pounds. If he did have a body with a 28-inch weight at one time, that part of his past was now encased in blubber. Everything about Burt was big and round – his face with its bulging cheeks and double chin, his massive moobs that hung over his inflated belly, his thick shapeless arms and legs, and an ass so big it almost required its own zip code.

I decided to pull Burt aside after the end of one of my classes and ask him what was really going on. How was it possible he had put on 70 pounds so far this year when he was getting so much exercise in my classes 3 days a week?

Finally, he spilled the truth. Burt had been in a relationship with his boyfriend Scott for since they met in college 5 years earlier – they had moved in together right after graduation and enjoyed a typically active 20-something lifestyle. Both Burt and Scott were in great shape when they first met, both 5’9” tall and around 180 solid pounds, but Burt couldn’t keep his physique so finely-tuned as the years went on. Just like his father and grandfather, Burt’s metabolism slowed greatly in his early 20’s, and his coding job required him to be seated for most of the day. These factors, along with all the free snacks at his office, made his weight creep up from his usual 180 to 220 by Christmas of last year. Burt was expecting a proposal from Scott on the holiday, but what he got instead was an ultimatum: lose the weight or you’ll lose me.

So that’s why Burt signed up for my class, and when he didn’t lose the weight right away, Scott bolted. The asshole just left. Burt came home one day from work and Scott and all his possessions were gone. The big guy kept coming to my circuit training classes in hopes of eventually losing his new flab and winning Scott back, but he also drowned his sorrows in cookies and cakes and ice cream every night. He was eating so many treats that he was gaining about 20 pounds every month.

I told Burt three things: 1) he was better off without his toxic boyfriend, 2) I wanted him to think about the body he really wants, and 3) once he decides on point #2, I was going to do whatever I could to help him achieve those goals.

September

My classes continued into September, but Burt was no longer a member. He dropped out, and I didn’t see him for over a month. I did text him a couple of times, and he texted back that he was fine and trying to figure things out.

I finally saw him again on the last day of the month. Burt was waiting for me outside the gym, and he looked so much better than the last time I saw him. He grown a beard, which didn’t always work for men with round faces, but this one definitely suited him. The look of sadness and despair I had seen on his face was completely gone, and now he was wearing an easy smile that showed off his perfect teeth. His clothes were new but still didn’t look like they fit too well, but Burt admitted he had gained another 20 pounds that month, so that’s probably why. Overall, however, he looked more confident than ever…and happier…and even more handsome. Kinda sexy, actually – definitely not my usual type, but Burt’s new look was revving me up. The beard was really doing wonders for him.

Burt and I went to a local coffee shop, and he told me that he had thought long and hard about what I had said…and then, very hesitantly, he admitted that he wanted to keep gaining weight. Not so much that he became immobile, but he was currently at 330 pounds and thought he might want to continue until he got up to 400 to 450. I’m not sure what happened, but I pictured Burt blowing up in size, and I swear my body temperature rose about 10 degrees. I had no idea why, but the image seemed really hot to me.

I asked Burt if he liked himself as a bigger man, and he admitted that he very much did. He liked taking up more space and feeling his body growing larger and larger, especially when he sat down and he could feel his mega-ass covering (and sometimes spilling over) the whole seat. He enjoyed playing with his tits and belly and making them jiggle, which he did quite often while laying naked in bed. Burt said he would also get very horny whenever his thighs rubbed together, and he would sometimes get off when popping buttons on his shirt or ripping a seam on his pants.

And as if he had the whole thing cued up, Burt shifted a bit in his chair and the bottom button on his dress shirt – which had been holding on for dear life – snapped off and flew across our table. Burt’s fleshy white belly appeared in the gap where the button had been, and at any second, I expected another 2 or 3 buttons to be sent flying. Burt laughed, his belly jiggled, but the remaining buttons held fast. And my cock got very, very hard.

I asked if he wanted to continue with my classes, or if he wanted to work out in private, but Burt declined. He was going to keep getting in his 10,000 steps every day, but he wanted to focus on additional gaining for now.

We hugged, he left, and I made a beeline for the restroom. As soon as I locked the door, I whipped out my cock and started jacking off to the thought of Burt growing truly massive. I didn’t make it more than 30 seconds before I came, and my ejaculation was so intense that my jizz stream flew higher and farther than Burt’s shirt button had.

October

The next day, the first of October, Burt texted and asked me out on a date. I texted back quickly that I would love to, and we made plans for the next Friday night. We met at a steak place and had a terrific dinner, and when I asked what prompted him to ask me out, Burt told me he could feel my erection pressing into his belly when we hugged after the coffee shop meet-up. I told him that his new look, and new confidence, had been a real turn-on for me, and we both smiled. A few minutes later we were kissing, and I have to admit, his lips were as soft and plump as the rest of him.

After dinner, Burt drove us back to his place in his Escalade. I knew he lived in a condo somewhere downtown, but it turned out to be more like a castle in the sky. It was on the top floor on a tower – the entire top floor – and had spectacular views of the city. I guess coding pays pretty well!

Burt and I didn’t spend too much time checking out the view, however, but instead made our way to the bedroom. I undressed quickly to reveal my athletic physique – still 6’2” and 220 solid pounds – and then helped Burt off with his clothes. He said he was nervous because it was the first time he had been with anyone since Scott, and since gaining so much weight, but I assured him I would take things slow and make sure he felt comfortable.

I began by unbuttoning dress shirt, and I smiled at all the evidence of his uncontrolled bingeing – the tender moobs, the wide love handles, and the giant gut topped with zigzagging stretchmarks and a deep belly button. After setting down the shirt on a nearby chair, I explored the folds of his soft stomach with my hands, and then with my lips. I moved upward and began kissing and sucking on his massive nipples, which caused Burt to moan. I lifted one of his hefty man-tits and licked the area underneath it, all the while making sure to tell Burt how sexy he was.

We adjourned to the bed, and I pulled off his shoes, socks, and pants after he lay down. Burt was wearing a very tight pair of gray boxer briefs, on which I could see a stain from the pre-cum leaking out of his cock. I asked if he liked what I was doing so far, and Burt nodded vigorously. I managed to pull of the underwear – no small feat given how it was plastered onto his body – to reveal his stubby cock sticking out of his inflated fat pad. He told me it looked bigger before he gained weight, but I told him it was perfect.

I lowered myself to his groin and was met with the smell of that pre-cum mixed with sweat from the underside of his belly. I took a big whiff, winked up at Burt, and then started working my tongue and mouth magic on his growing staff. I licked it aggressively while holding on to the big man’s jelly-filled thighs, and Burt reached around his stomach and used his meaty paws to play with my ears and hair. “Baby, you’re so delicious,” I told him. “All this sexy flesh just for me, and I know there’s going to more and more of you with each passing day. You’re a big man with a big appetite…you were meant to be huge…you were meant to be massive…and your body is fucking amazing!”

I kept sucking on his throbbing cock and telling him how it was his destiny to be such a beefy stud. Soon I was really going at it, bobbing my head up and down and up and down. Burt moved his hands from my head to his belly, gave it a big squeeze, and yelled so loud I think the people on the street could hear. A geyser of cum spewed into my mouth, which I swallowed up before giving his dick a few final licks. Unlike my encounter with Ben earlier in the year, Burt was incredibly grateful for the pleasuring, and he insisted on returning the favor as soon as he had a little time to recover. And then we got to the real fucking later that night. And since it was Friday of Labor Day weekend, we just stayed up in the condo for the next three days having the times of our lives.

November

Needless to say, both our lives changed pretty quickly. I got out of the lease of my apartment and moved in with Burt. I kept working at the gym because I loved my work, I loved helping people, and I didn’t want to sit around all day while Burt was at his office. But outside of work, I spent a lot of time making sure my lover got the food he needed to get the body he wanted. He was 350 at the start of the month, and thanks to my constant encouragement (and an epic Thanksgiving meal and plenty of leftovers during the last weekend), we got him up to 380 by the end of the month.

I took his measurements again and was amazed at how much bigger everything was than in August when we last checked them:

• Neck = 20 inches
• Arms = 22 inches (unflexed) and 23 inched (flexed)
• Chest = 53 inches
• Waist = 58 inches
• Thighs = 32 inches

Yes, his arms were getting bigger when flexed because I also remodeled Burt’s spare bedroom into a home gym during November so he could continue working out regularly. All the extra exercise helped to make him even hungrier come dinner time, and helped him stay strong for our bedroom activities.

December

After only a few months, I knew that Burt was the one for me. I had been waiting for someone who was kind, supportive, funny, and sexy, and I was getting exactly the person (and the body) that I wanted. Burt was getting the body he wanted, too – we managed to get him up to 400 pounds by Christmas Day, and he was so happy at the progress I had been able to help him achieve. His body was bigger than ever, and after opening presents, we celebrated with a big breakfast and a few rounds of amazing sex.

Later in the afternoon, while sitting in our new fluffy robes and watching holiday movies, I got down on one knew and proposed, and Burt said yes. I stood back up and kissed him again on his even bigger and ever plumper lips, while at the same time rubbing his massive belly. I rubbed a little lower and felt him getting hard again, so we paused the TV and moved back to the bedroom from a Christmas encore.