Gobble, Gobble, Part 2 (Conclusion)

Part 1 of this story was from Kris’s point of view, but Part 2 will be from Nick’s point of view.

I opened the door to the apartment I shared with my fiancé, Kris, and stepped inside. The floorboards in the hallway groaned a little each time my sneakers made contact, but that’s to be expected considering my weight. All the eating I’ve done, along with my regular workouts, have taken my body from its weight last Thanksgiving (around 240) all the way up to 340 this Thanksgiving.

I set down my bags and turn to the mirror in the entryway to see my very wide reflection. “Fuckin’ tank,” I say to myself. “Man, have I changed for the better.”

The person staring back definitely looks different than what I expected to look like when I graduated high school 4 years ago. Back then, as the captain of my football and rubgy teams, I only cared about keeping fit. I wanted muscles, and I wanted to be lean enough so everyone could see those muscles, so I worked hard in the gym to sculpt my perfect body. I was solid all over, and it was that physique which first attracted Kris when we met freshman year. He fell in love with the hunk from Intro to Geology.

But then last year, after a long Thanksgiving weekend of overeating at my parents’ place, I came back here and had a revelation after Kris jacked me off on a very full stomach – I had the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. It felt like 100 regular orgasms all at the same time, and there was no way I was ever going back. I instantly became addicted.

Of course, the only way to achieve this level of climax was to be ridiculously full, and all those extra calories made my weight began to climb. Some guys might have hated this change, but I was really into it. I think I looked better and better the heavier I got, especially because I kept up my weightlifting routine and didn’t just turn into a flabby blob. If I was going to be a big man, I was going to be a solid, strong big man.

As I look at myself, I see some remnants of the old me. The dark hair still looks fantastic…the bright eyes…the bronze skin…but the rest of me looks very different. My once-sharp chin and angular face are now wide and fleshy, my neck is as thickened to resemble a Sequoia, and my body below has morphed from tight end to offensive lineman. My pecs were now huge moobs that sat on my big barrel of a belly, which you could see peaking out of the bottom of my t-shirt. Yes, I’m wearing a t-shirt in November thanks to the warm weather here in California, and I like how it shows off my body. I’m not like some fat guys that want to hide everything under coats and sweaters and loose clothing – I want the works to see an appreciate my bulk. I especially like the way this particular shirt hugs my big beefy arms. I think my older brothers wanted to tease me this weekend about my weight gain, but they took one look at my giant biceps and triceps and knew I would have pounded them into oblivion.

After getting a good load of my good looks, I entered the main section of our apartment, but didn’t see Kris is the living room or dining room. Since it was 3:00pm and I know he left his family’s home early this morning, I checked the bedroom to see if he was napping.

I thundered down the hall to the last door on the left, our bedroom. One of the other things that had happened since I gained all the weight was the opposite of what I had anticipated: instead of getting slower and more careful, I found I moved even faster than I had before. I charged like a rhino wherever I went, moving my bulk around at top speeds – and sometimes knocking over people and breaking things in the process. But those little accidents never made me apologetic – they simply made me hard. I got a fuckin’ thrill that my big ol’ bod had the power to crush, bash, and destroy, as if I were the Hulk. I think part of this hurriedness was related to me eating – when I get hungry, I turn into a greedy sonofabitch who wants it all, and who wants it now. I cannot put those tacos in my mouth fast enough. It’s the same when I’m moving – I want to get where I’m going and do whatever I want in the shortest time possible, so fuck anyone who tries to get in my way.

I entered the bedroom – more accurately, my bouncing gut entered the room, and then the rest of me came in about 10 seconds later – to see that Kris had been napping underneath the bedspread, but now was awake.

“Hey, how was your day?” I asked. I sat down on the bed and gave him a big kiss.

Kris stretched and yawned, and then immediately put his hands on one of his favorite spots, the underside of my belly. He loved to play around with the fat and caress the growing amount of flesh. “Good. A smooth trip back. You?”

“Very good,” I said, followed by another kiss. “Mom made me a HUGE breakfast this morning. She said she didn’t want her baby to be hungry this afternoon. I think my brothers were all jealous that she went to all the trouble to make food specifically for me – eggs, bacon, toast, waffles, and on and on. All they got was cereal.”

Kris continued kneading my stomach as I sat next to him. “Was that the last time you ate?”

“No, baby. I was starving again just a few hours later, so I spent $50 at the McDonald’s at the airport while I waited for my flight. And guess what? When I got onboard, I think the flight attendant had the hots for me…he took one gander at this massive man and instantly upgraded me to first class. Next, I asked for a seatbelt extender and he put it on me personally, keeping his hands on top of my gut for a little longer than necessary. Finally, he brought the snack basket by and “accidentally” left it on the seat next to me for the entire flight, so I gobbled down everything in it.

“Gobble, gobble,” said Kris with a big smile. “I bet all that attention turned you on.”

“You know it. I love it when you little guys salivate over me.” I pulled back the covers to reveal Kris’s torso, as well as a half-eaten plate of cookies that he had brought into the bed with him. Like me, he had been an athlete back in high school, but he was on the cross-country and track teams due to his lanky frame, but after a year of living with the glutton of his dreams, his body had changed, too. Kris now had a pot belly, sagging moobs, and love handles that were stretching his own t-shirt to its capacity. The rest of his body was still terribly skinny, but his middle had become pear-shaped. “But I guess you ain’t so little anymore,” I added while jiggling his spare tire and brushing off cookie crumbs.

“You’re such a bad influence on me, baby. All this food around all the time has ruined my body.”

I laughed. “I think you look fuckin’ hot, Kris. All this beautifully ripe flesh really turns me on. We just gotta get you in the weight room to really start bulking you up.”

Kris pulled my shirt up over my gut and really started to caress it. He put his right index finger into my giant belly button hole, grabbed all the fat he could int his hand, and began to knead. “I could only hope to get as big as you, stud.”

I bent down for kiss #3, and soon we had reversed positions. I was the one laying on the bed holding the plate of cookies, and Kris was sandwich between my spread-apart legs. His fingers had dropped from my stomach to his other favorite spot to touch – my groin. The man loved to have had hands all over my cock and balls, and they responded instantly to his touch. I could feel intense tingling down there as the blood surged and my semen churned.

“Ooh, everything about you has gotten so thick, Nick. Maybe that’s what we’ll call you from now on – Thick Nick. Your belly, your muscles, your cock – they’re all so massive and heavy. Did you weigh yourself at your parents’ house?”

“Yeah, my dad has an old platform scale from when he used to coach wrestling. I was at 342 this morning. Up 5 pounds since I arrived on Wednesday.”

“Jeez, at the rate you’re growing, you’re gonna be 400 pounds by the New Year,” Kris replied.

That last comment really blew my mind. 400 pounds. “Fuck, that would be awesome,” I said, stuffing two cookies into my mouth and chewing them as fast as I could. They were sweet and rich and buttery and tasted heavenly.

“I can tell you think so, Nick. Your cock just grew about three inches and got way harder the moment I said it. You obviously really, really want to get bigger. And you know, why stop at 400…you could keep going….blow this hot bod up to 450 or 500 pounds. Can you imagine what that would be like…just acres of acres of flesh and fat and muscle. Thick Nick bigger and stronger than every other guy around, and fuckin’ bustin’ out of all of his clothes.”

I got more excited with every work Kris spoke. I craved size so badly, and I knew I was going to get it. It was my destiny to be a big, big guy. I was feeling hot all over, with sweat building up on my brow and armpit, and I was still very, very hungry, so I stuffed three more cookies into my mouth.

“Those are special cookies, by the way, Nick,” said Kris. “I made them before you got back and added weight gain powder to the recipe. I’m guessing each one is about 700 calories, so the five you’ve eaten mean you’ve probably gained another pound.”

The knowledge that I had gained a pound in less than two minutes, plus the vigorous hand stimulation from Kris, allowed my shaft to reach its full potential – as large and as hard and as hot as it could get, and sticking up straight in the air like the skyscraper in the Towering Inferno. I want to say that I closed my eyes next, but it’s more likely they rolled back into my head due to the dizzying excitement. I pictured my belly growing fuller and wider, my biceps bulging up to 28 inches, my thighs bulging out of the largest size pants they sold at the Big & Tall, and my ass spreading out into the biggest dumptruck of all time. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” I screamed as I climaxed, feeling all the power I had diverting to my cock to handle the load cascading through it.

Ten minutes later, after I came back to life and Kris and I cleaned up the mess, we pulled out our phones and order the biggest DoorDash dinner we had ever purchased. 

Gobble, gobble, indeed.