Evan's New Look, Part 1

This story was the runner up in votes for my December story poll, and I liked the idea so much that I decided to write it as well. The initial idea was inspired by the images above - I just love the look of classic men's beachwear!

Evan Hirner checked out his reflection in the restroom mirror. “Perfect,” he thought. “Just perfect.”

He had just finished an appointment with his favorite barber, Stan, so his brown, curly mop was styled to perfection. The tanning he had done all spring had added a nice healthy bronze to his skin. All the workouts at the gym had helped him to shed the winter weight that crept on late last year, and now he was shredded down to 170 lean pounds on his 6-foot frame, and his abs were finally showing again (even if he had to flex a bit to really make them visible). Evan’s new skin routine made his face positively glow, and it made him look a little more youthful than his 33 years. Finally, the form-fitting vintage floral cabana outfit looked spectacular on his body – it really did fit to a tee – and was sure to make him very popular at this evening’s beach party. It was the first ones his friends had organized this summer, and Evan loved being the center of attention.

He did one final check in the mirror – his ass, naturally – and then left the hotel restroom. Evan wasn’t a guest at the hotel, but his buddy Zeke worked as a valet and let him park there and walk over to the nearby beach. It was much better than trying to park at the beach lots, which were so crowded that he usually had to wait up to 30 minutes for a spot.

Evan confidently strolled down the hotel corridor back toward the lobby. His friends had reserved three cabanas and two volleyball nets right next to the hotel, so his walk wouldn’t be far. As he was about to exit to the back patio, however, he looked over to the left and saw the most attractive man he had ever seen walking in the front door. He was big – around 6’3” or 6’4” and weighing at least 240 or 250 – with solid muscles bulging through his crisp white collared shirt and gray slacks. The top two buttons on the shirt were undone to reveal a gold necklace that looked perfect up against his tan and hairy chest, and it also matched the expensive-looking gold watch on his right wrist. On top was a casually windswept (but still amazing-looking) head of hair overlooking an achingly beautiful face with blue eyes, aquiline nose, and crooked smile – like Robert Redford in his prime, but even more delicious, more rugged, and certainly more jacked.

“Wow,” Evan thought. It was the only thing that came to his mind, over and over and over. He stopped dead in his tracks as the man headed right for him.

“Excuse me, sir, can I ask you something?” the hunk asked Evan once he got to be about three feet away.

“Um, sure?” replied Evan. His mouth was suddenly very dry.

“Your outfit is amazing. Where did you get it?”

Evan smiled at the compliment from the handsome stranger. “Um, at Goodwill, actually. I had a lucky day there a few weeks ago and found quite a few beachwear pieces that I really love.”

“It’s older?” the man asked.

“Yes, this one is from the 1950s.”

“It looks really striking on you, and it fits so well, so I thought perhaps you had it custom-made,” said the man.

Evan could feel his temperature about to rise. He assumed there might be some flirting during the party, but he never expected to start while walking over there. “Well, I certainly can return the compliment, sir. You look stunning…that shirt fits you like a glove. Are you a guest here?”

“Yes, I just moved back to town and my friends and family are throwing me a party here tonight.”

“You must be really well-liked to get a celebration for coming back,” Evan said as he glanced at the man's nipples poking out through the shirt fabric.

“Mostly it’s because I got a new job. That’s what we’re celebrating. But listen…the party doesn’t start for a while, so, well, would you be interested in grabbing a drink with me in the bar?”

Evan almost melted at the question. “Sure. I’m here for a party as well….but, yes. Definitely. I’d love to have a drink with you, um...”

“Pete. Pete Divens.”

“The football player?” asked Evan.

Pete smiled. “Well, former football player now. I retired at the end of last season, and I’m starting a new career this fall as a sports commentator. And you are?”

“Evan Hirner.”

“Very nice to meet you, Evan,” Pete said slowly, with an emphasis on the word 'nice.'

The two shook hands, and then headed for the lounge. They eventually did make it to their respective parties that night, but they were each 90 minutes late.

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Sometimes love can take a while to grow, and sometimes it hits you like a Mack truck out of the blue. This instance was definitely the latter. Evan and Pete fell hopelessly in love with one another that night in late May and began thinking of themselves in a committed relationship before the end of the week. 

Three weeks later (after Evan took a sabbatical from his job), they eloped to Las Vegas and returned a happily married couple, spending the next six weeks in bed, at the beach, at the gym, and looking for a new place to call home. Pete was still living in the hotel after moving to town, and they decided that Evan’s place was too small for both of them, so they found a realtor to show them different properties.

After 6 weeks of looking at what felt like a million different options, the newlyweds found a nice-sized home on 10 very private acres just outside of town and closed the deal at the end of August. This turned out to be good timing for Pete, as he was going to be out of town for 3-4 days each week throughout the fall with his position as a play-by-play announcer for the NFL, and he wouldn’t have much time to continue house-hunting. 

Pete did ask Evan if he would like to accompany him on the trips, as the network would pay for his travel expenses, but Evan declined. He didn’t want to distract Pete as he started his new career, and he felt their new home needed his attention – there was some renovation that would need to be overseen, new furniture to be purchased, decorating, gardening, etc. In fact, there was so much to do that Evan decided to formally quit his job and focus his time on creating the perfect life for him and his husband.

So, right after Labor Day, Pete hit the road to begin his new career – and of course he was a huge hit for the network. Not only was he very knowledgeable about the sport, having played since he was in middle school twenty years ago, but also his good looks and well-muscled physique attracted a lot of new eyeballs to the sport. After years of being covered up by a helmet and a padded uniform, viewers were ready to ogle the very handsome man underneath.

Some folks, of course, might feel a bit of stress traveling all the time, but Pete had grown used to the grind while playing football in college and professionally, so he was comfortable waking up in new cities. Plus, his adherence to a strict diet (without any alcohol) and regular workouts kept him energetic and focused – and helped him to maintain his amazing body. He found guys of many different types attractive, but he had always longed to have big muscles on his own body, so he never missed time in the gym. He loved to work out with the heaviest weights possible and get a huge pump right before sex, and certainly Evan seemed to love it as well.

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Back at home, however, things were moving in a different direction for Evan. He had started off enjoying the task of setting up their place, especially because he had an artistic eye and loved to make decorating decisions, but he very much missed his husband while he was away working. He was appreciative of the two or three days that they did have together each week, but he couldn’t wait until the football season ended and they could go back to the kind of idyllic routine they experienced during the summer.

So while he spent his days looking at swatches and frames and pain colors, he also filled them with another activity: snacking. There was always a lot of food available in the house, mostly because Evan wanted to make sure the men working on the renovations were well-fed, but he didn’t realize how much of the candy bars, chips, and cookies he was downing. 

Each day, in addition to the very filling meals that he made himself for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, Evan would often consume another 3,000 to 4,000 calories in junk food – at first telling himself that he wanted to make sure the goodies were tasty enough for the work crews, but eventually doing it so the sugar would bring him a little energy to keep up with all his tasks. He’d also whip himself up a few of the protein drinks that were Pete would drink on the days he was home, because the taste of the drinks reminded Evan of the taste of his husband’s kisses, but each of those concoctions was another 1,000 calories into his stomach – and, unlike with Pete, they weren’t accompanied by a punishing workout in the weight room.

As one might expect, the incredible increase in calories caused Evan to grow. He might had noticed he was gaining some weight, but instead of the form-fitting outfits he had worn during the summer, Evan had begun to wear Pete’s baggy football sweatshirts and sweatpants during the fall. They were warm, comfortable, comforting, and sometimes the smell of his husband would linger on the garments. Evan would inhale deeply, enjoying the scent of his lover and pretending that they were in the same room together. Sometimes just putting on one of Pete’s shirts was enough to get Evan hard, and he would have to go into the bedroom and rub one out to get his cock to settle down.

In addition to wearing larger-sized clothes, Evan had yet to have any mirrors placed in the house, except for the small ones in the bathrooms that he and Pete used for shaving. The big ones he wanted in the bedroom, and the full-length ones that were to be installed in the walk-in closets, were on back-order and wouldn’t be available for a few more months. As a result, Evan never confronted his reflection, and therefore didn’t really take stock of what was happening to his body: he was getting stocky.

So what were the results? Well, Evan was at 170 pounds when Pete took off just after Labor Day, but by the end of September, the smaller husband had blossomed to 180 pounds. He added another 15 pounds by Halloween, 20 by Thanksgiving, and 25 by Christmas, getting him to a total of 240 pounds at the end of the year – a full 50 pounds heavier than he had ever been before. Evan was still the smaller husband since Pete had put on more muscle during the same time and was 260 pounds, but not by much. At this rate, Evan was going to outgrow Pete within a few more weeks.

His once-flat stomach now bulged out into a large fleshy belly covered in stretch marks, and on each side were a very wide pair of love handles that shook with every step. Above his gut sat a pair of jiggly moobs that were beginning to take the shape of a woman’s breasts, and next to them, Evan’s arms had grown plump and bloated, with almost no sign of muscle. His thighs were now large and squishy, and his ass – once firm, pert, and his pride and joy – looked like two overinflated water balloons that sagged down toward the ground. Finally, the fat pad around his groin grew larger with each passing day, causing his 6-inch cock to shrink down to a 3-incher as half of it became buried in lard. One might have mistaken Evan for a 20-something dancer or a long-distance runner at the beginning of fall, but his with doughy physique, chubby cheeks, and double chin, he now resembled a 40-something couch potato.

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Evan’s weight gain might have continued unnoticed by him if not for one thing: Pete surprised Evan with a two-week cruise as a Christmas gift. Once his commentator duties ended in January, the couple would be off to Hawaii for 14 days aboard the most luxurious cruise ship in the Pacific. Evan was thrilled with the gift, especially since the two really didn’t have time for a proper honeymoon after they got married six months earlier.

Pete just had one more game to work before the cruise, so Evan spent time at their home making sure everything was ready for the trip. He found a hotel for them to stay in Los Angeles both before and after the cruise, he made sure they had all the proper traveling documents, and he began packing all the essentials for the trip, including his beloved beachwear that he had worn the previous summer.

Evan went into the very back of his closet and pulled out the cabana suit he had worn the first time that he and Pete met. He admired the blue and yellow floral pattern, and he smiled when he remembered the magic of their first interaction. Once he held up both pieces to his body, however, his smiled dimmed a bit. “Hmmm…they look a little small. It’s possible I’ve gained 5 pounds or so since the summer, but I bet I can lose before we go.”

He pulled off the XXL sweatshirt he was wearing, and then reached under his quivering belly to drop his underwear and sweatpants. This action was harder than he anticipated, and he noted he was getting out of breath, so he sat down on the bed for a second to recover. Evan looked down and saw his chest heaving, as well as his stomach pooching out, and thought, “OK, maybe I’ve gained 10 pounds. But I still have time to lose it.”

Evan grabbed the shorts from the cabana suit and bent down to put them on. He pulled them up quickly over his calves, but there was no way they were going up over his thighs. There was just too much flesh – WAY too much – for them to fit. “Fuck, are these even mine? Did they get swapped out for a child’s pair? Did they shrink in the wash?” Evan said to himself in a bit of a panic.

He discarded the shorts and picked up the jacket instead. Evan put his right arm through the sleeve and got it partway in, and then tried to pull the jacket around, but in doing so tore the seam in the back. And all the while, all Evan could see was his moobs and belly shaking vigorously as he struggled with the garment, as if he was caught in a violent earthquake. “Christ, what is going on? Am I bigger than I think?”

It took about 15 seconds for him to remove the jacket, and since there were no workmen at the house that day, a very naked Evan bolted for the basement where Pete had set up a gym so he could work out when home. Evan had to stop once he reached the main floor, as he was again gasping for air, and so he walked slowly down the remaining steps to the lower level.

Evan entered the home gym and found what he was looking for among the barbells and dumbbells: Pete’s scale. He gingerly stepped on the electronic device, and then had to hold back his belly to see the number below: the readout said 241.5 pounds.

“Fuck! That’s like 70 pounds more than a few months ago,” said Evan. So many thoughts raced through his head: “How did I get this way? Did Pete even notice…or care? Why didn’t he say anything?”

As the big man stood there thinking about how he had turned into a giant poker, he cradled his manbelly in his hands and kneaded the soft flab with his fingers. Evan felt a rush of emotions all at once – confusion, panic, anger – but then also realized something else was going on.

His cock was hard. Very hard. And he was about to cum.