Evan's New Look, Part 2 (Conclusion)

Evan waited for his husband in the foyer. He was wearing one of Pete’s old jerseys, which he kept tugging down to cover his belly, and a very tight pair of sweatpants.

The door handle turned, and Pete entered from the front porch. He was traveling back from a football game that he had been working at, but he looked as fresh and stunning as always – tight clothes, bulging muscles, deep dimples. Evan could get hard just looking at his husband.

“There’s my guy,” said Pete with a smile. “Are you waiting here just for me?”

Evan was going to start by saying hello, but his emotions got the better of him, and he launched into what he really wanted to say. “Baby, how come you didn’t tell me I was turning into such a fatass? I’m so embarrassed that I got this big.”

Pete didn’t say anything at first, but he took off his jacket and hung it up on the coat tree next to him. Then he silently walked over to Evan and gave him a long kiss, while at the same time putting his big firm hands right on Evan’s blubbery love handles.

When their lips finally pulled apart, Pete said, “I know what you look like, Ev, and I think you’re hot.”

“But I’m a freakin’ cow! I’ve gained 70 pounds in just 3 months!”

Pete lowered his head into the crook of Evan’s neck and began kissing it softly. “No, baby, you’re like a big ripe peach: sweet, ripe, and juicy. Or like a flower in full bloom that looks more beautiful with each passing hour. I honestly cannot get enough of you.”

Evan was so confused…having previously lived in a bubble where only fit gays were considered attractive, this reaction was not at all what he expected. “You’re OK with my gluttony?”

His question was answered with Pete’s massive paw reaching under his shirt hem and clamping down on the wobbly spare tire attached to his midsection. Pete jiggled the sack of flab carefully, and then stuck his index finger deep into Evan’s button. “I fuckin’ want you more than ever. Now c’mon. Let it out. All the way. Let me really see my big belly boy.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Evan.

Pete raised his mouth up to Evan’s ear and whispered with his hot breath. “Let that gut really breathe. It’s OK. You don’t have to suck it in for me anymore. I want to see all of it.”

Evan smiled, and then stopping trying to hold in his belly any longer. It surged forward like an avalanche of flab, and if Pete hadn’t already lifted the shirt hem, it surely would have ripped the garment down the middle.

“There it is, in all its glory. Oh, fuck, it’s beautiful…and so HUGE!” Pete exclaimed as he continued to massage the beast of a belly, as his hand threatened to get lost in between the many quivering folds of flesh.

“I’m so fuckin’ enormous,” said Evan after he placed his hands on his drooping love handles. “I’ve been a total pig these past few months.”

“Baby, this is nothing. You’re barely an extra-large right now, but clearly your body is craving size. It wants to grow bigger and sexier. You’re a man with needs, and you need to get fatter. We’re gonna get you up to 4XL, or 5XL, or even 6XL as fast as we can,” replied Pete. He was now pinching Evan's nipples gently and working his fingers over the mounds of doughy fat which sagged from his husband’s once flat chest.

Evan moaned and his cock began to get very hard. “But won’t I get too fat for you someday?”

“Never,” replied Pete. “You could eat all the cookies and ice cream on Earth, and gain 500 pounds, and I’d still think you were the hottest guy on the planet. I love you no matter what.”

“But what about…”

“That’s enough talk, baby” interrupted Pete. “It’s time for me to really show you how much I love your body.” He then hoisted his husband into his arms and carried him into the bedroom.

“How can you even pick me up?” asked Evan. “I’m so heavy.”

“Ooh, baby, you feel light to me. I worked hard for these big muscles, and they are ready for you,” replied Pete.

Once in the bedroom, Pete laid Evan down on his stomach on the bed and began undressing him, and when he pulled down Evan’s sweatpants, he gasped at the beauty of Evan’s chubby ass. It was pale and dimpled and wider than the ones on the offensive linemen he had played pro football with.

“Oh my God, look how much bigger it’s gotten,” said Pete. He immediately sunk his lips deep into his left butt cheek, kissed it gently, and then switched to the right. Pete spread Evan’s cheeks apart slowly and inhaled the masculine odor. “Smells like fuckin’ heaven.”

Evan softly groaned, and then reached into the nightstand and handed the lube to his husband. “I can’t wait to feel your hot cock inside me, Pete.”

Pete spread Evan’s butt crack open and shoved in his lubed-up rod. He began to pound the massive ass, up and down, in and out…and he could tell from Evan’s continued groaning that he was loving it just as much. Both men had shivers of ecstasy running through their spines as the mattress springs creaked loudly.

“Be careful, Pete,” said Evan, huffing and puffing and sweating under his lover. “You’re going to break the bed.”

“Then we’ll get a new one,” Pete said as he continued fucking Evan. “We’re big men and we play rough. Things are gonna break, but that’s OK. They’re just things. When you get too big for your clothes and your flab rips right out of them, we’ll get you new ones. If you break a dining room chair, we’ll get a new one. Or a whole new dinette set. If you grow too big for your car, I’ll buy you a bigger one. Or a truck. Whatever you fuckin’ need, baby, it’s yours.”

“Oh, god. You mean it, Pete?”

Pete was pumping harder now, and sweat was dripping from his forehead onto Evan’s wide and flabby back. “You just eat whatever you want and grow as big as you want, baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Evan felt sexier than ever – even better than the day he and Pete first met. He climaxed almost immediately, and Pete soon followed. Evan assumed the men would lay there and cuddle for a while, but Pete hopped up and went to the kitchen, and he returned with a plateful of peanut butter cookies that he had found in the pantry. “Babe, when you’re ready, why don’t you chow down on these treats, and I’ll make sure you are given a treat down below?”

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A week later, the two were on their cruise to Hawaii. Pete had made an emergency call to his tailor before they left, and he threw a huge wad of cash at the man to re-create Evan’s cabana outfit from the summer, but one in a much larger size. He surprised his husband with the clothes as they were unpacking in their luxury cabin.

“Baby, it’s perfect,” Evan said. “It looks just like my old one – the same pattern and everything. Should I model it for you?"

"Definitely," replied Pete.

Evan took off his t-shirt and pants to reveal his jiggly body underneath. Even though it had only been a few days since he weighed himself at 241.5, he was now well over 250 thanks to a few days with an aggressive feeder like Pete. Evan was about to put the shorts on when his husband stopped him.

"Come to think of it, why don't we wait on that for a little while?" said Pete. "Let's test out to see if the ship's bed is as strong as the one at home."

Evan smiled, set down his clothes, and headed straight to the man he loved.