Gobble, Gobble, Part 1

I opened the door to my off-campus apartment. It was Sunday afternoon after Thanksgiving, and the lights were on in the hallway, so I yelled, “Nick, I’m back.”

A soft murmur from my boyfriend came from the living room, but I couldn’t make out what he said. I dropped my bags and walked toward the sound. “Gobble, gobble, babe. Did you have a nice Thanksgiving?”

Nick was sitting on our couch looking as handsome as ever, with his dark wavy hair, dark eyes, and bronze skin. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt, so the muscles of his chest and arms were obscured, but you could still see the nice-shaped quads and calves (from his years playing football and rugby) sticking out of the athletic shorts he was wearing. Nick and I met during our freshman year, and I very quickly fell in love with his fun-loving personality, unflagging energy, and of course, his great looks and dynamite physique. We had to stay in the dorms that first year, but we started living together in our own apartment as sophomores and have been together for the past two years. The only time we spend apart is during school vacations when we go home to visit our families, but I’ve almost got him convinced him to move to my hometown next summer after graduation.

Usually when Nick sits on the couch it’s because he’s watching some sporting event on TV, but it was turned off. He was just sitting there – without his phone, or a book, or even a magazine – but did have a pumpkin pie sitting next to him. It had been sliced into 6 big pieces, and one was missing. It was then I noticed he had crumbs on his sweatshirt – he hadn’t murmured when I came in, but probably had his mouth full of pie and couldn’t talk.

I bent down and gave him a kiss, and his lips tasted exactly like pumpkin. “Having seconds on dessert?” I asked.

Nick laughed. “More like fourths, Kris. My mom made way, way, way too much food this weekend. I swear all I’ve done for the past four days is eat and eat.”

“Don’t all moms make too much food on Thanksgiving?” I asked as I say down on the couch on the side of him opposite the pie. “They just can’t help themselves.”

“Yeah, but two of my four brothers couldn’t make it this year, so we had a lot extra. We actually had an early Turkey Day dinner on Wednesday, the big one on Thursday, and then my dad and other brothers just sat around and overate all day on Friday and Saturday. I have never, ever been this full before.”

I put my hand on his stomach, and sure enough it felt incredibly stuffed. I lifted up the bottom of his sweatshirt and almost gasped when I saw his incredibly distended belly. “Good Lord, Nick, you look pregnant,” I said as I began rubbing the half-sphere. “You’re usually so disciplined when it comes to food.”

Nick moaned as I rubbed. “Kris, I tell you, I’m not sure what came over me. I was just so hungry all weekend. I have never wanted food so badly, and all my willpower just vanished. I had a huge turkey sandwich for my second lunch today before leaving my parent’s house, along with an entire pecan pie, and now here I am stuffing this pumpkin one in my face.”

“Oh, my big boy is gonna be a little bit bigger,” I said jokingly.

But a few seconds after I said it, Nick turned and gave me a wide-eyed look.

“What?” I asked. “Did I say something wrong?”

He looked away. “Um, no. It’s just when you called me big boy, I…um…got a little excited.”

“How excited?”

Big Nick turned his handsome face to look back at me. “Little Nick woke up.”

“Really, babe?” I asked with a big smile, now rubbing his belly a little bit harder. “That got you going, huh?”

Nick nodded. “I wasn’t just hungry all weekend. The more I ate, the hornier I got.”

“Well, let’s not waste a gift like this one,” I replied. “Why don’t you finish off that pie while I finish you off down below?”

Nick picked up the pie tin and began eating one of the pieces, while I got off the couch and began pulling off his shoes, socks, and shorts. Those pieces of clothing were pretty easy, especially the shorts because of their elastic drawstring, and all he was left wearing below his waist was his boxer-briefs – but those motherfuckers were tight! It took a lot of yanking to get them around his much-larger ass, and it began to dawn on me that maybe my boyfriend had been gaining weight long than just the weekend.

Eventually, everything was off but his shirt, and I had him sit on his shorts so we wouldn’t mess up anything on the couch. Big Nick wasn’t lying about little Nick getting excited, as he was half-hard before I had even done anything.

“How’s the pie, big boy?” I asked.

“So fuckin’ good!” Nick replied after swallowing another piece.

I rubbed my hands together to warm them up, and then began gently fingering my way through my boyfriend’s pubic hair. “You know, I read somewhere that a pumpkin pie has roughly 3,500 calories in it. Can you believe that, Nick? That’s the same number of calories in a pound. For every pie you eat that you don’t burn off, you’re gaining a whole pound.”

“Really?” Nick asked, before grabbing another piece.

“Yep. So if you gobbled up three pies over the last four days, and then sat around the while time….

“BUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPP!” came roaring out of Nick’s mouth. “Um, I think this is my fifth pie of the weekend. Like I said, my mom made a lot.”

My fingers made their way to Nick’s staff and began tickling it a little. “Well, then you would have gained 5 pounds just from pies alone. Even more with the other food you ate. Since you normally weigh 220…”

“235,” said Nick, correcting me again. “I have gained a little since we came back to school in September.”

I’m not sure if it was my magic touch, or Big Nick’s weight gain admission, but Little Nick rapidly began to stand up for a salute.

“Ok, so 235 before, that means you’ll be at least 240, maybe even 245 by now. That would be up 25 pounds in 2 months, baby.”

“Fuck, I’m getting huge, Kris. Maybe I need to go on a diet?”

I wrapped my fingers around Nick’s growing cock. “No, baby, I like it when you get bigger. It makes me feel so safe knowing I’ve got a big stud by my side to protect me. Besides, it’s clearly what your body wants. And needs. And craves. You don’t want to be a small weak wimp. You want size and bulk and mass. Your destiny is to grow, man, grow!”

“Yeah, bigger than all the other guys,” said Nick as he stuffed another piece of pumpkin pie in his mouth.

Nick’s cock had grown to what I thought was its full size and girth, and I began pumping my hand up and down the shaft. “Yeah, I bet all the weight will make you stronger, too. All the other lifters in the gym will be jealous as you blow past their personal bests when curling or bench pressing. You’re gonna add a lot of muscle with your fat. You’ll be getting bigger and bigger with each passing day. Maybe 300 by spring and 350 by summer. Would you like that? Every time you would flex or stretch, another seam would rip or a button would pop. People moving out of your way as you walk down a sidewalk for fear of getting bowled over by your hulking body.”

“Fuck yeah,” was all Nick responded by mouth, but his cock was another story. I thought I knew how big his cock would grow since we had been together for several years (a solid 8 inches), but his mighty pecker was bigger than I had ever seen it before. It looked like it was at least 10 or 11 inches long at this point, and so thick I couldn’t wrap my fingers all the way around it anymore. And the veins! Huge ones snaking their way across it like flooding rivers appearing out of nowhere.

“Think of it, Nicky. Every part of you would get huge. Big arms for holding me, bit old tits for me to nuzzle, and a big belly that would never go hungry. How big could we get the gut, do you think? 50 inches? 60? 70? So big that the tape measure wouldn’t even fit? No matter how big we got your tummy, however, I bet my favorite part would be your supersized ass that could take all my cock or the biggest possibly dildo we could find. I would love to lay on top of your giant body and finger your mighty ass for hours and hours.”

Nick was just moaning and saying “Oh, God” over and over between bites, and his cock was leaking pre-cum, which just made stroking it all the much easier. I was moving faster and faster with both hands by this point, up and down the thick tower over and over. Not only was his cock bigger than I had seem it before, but Nick’s balls looked swollen as well – like two big lemons resting at the base. I’m sure if I had a third hand to place down there, I would have felt them buzzing and churning as the big man got more excited.

“C’mon, Nick. I can tell you’re close. I can tell you want it, baby. I know you want to be the big man here…I know you want to explode with size…I know you have the power to grow fuckin’ huge.”

Nick’s whole body began to convulse, and I had to move out the way to avoid getting kicked by his legs. He was shoving the last piece of pie into his mouth as his hips starting bucking and his cock turned very red in my hands. “Do it, Big Nick! Keep going! Keep growing bigger and hotter!” I said so loudly I was sure our neighbors could here.

“FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!” Nick roared, and the eruption came. A huge torrent of cum shot out of his cock, over my head, and across the living room floor. Normally he spews enough to fill a shot glass, but this amount seemed like it would have overflowed a cow’s milking pail. It reminded me of a childhood trip to Yellowstone when I saw Old Faithful the first time – I thought the geyser would go off for about 10 seconds and was blown away when the display lasted several minutes. Nicked groaned and moaned as gallon after gallon kept cumming and cumming out of his enormous balls and through his powerful cock for what felt like must be a world record.

Finally, the stream eventually stopped, and I climbed back up onto the couch next to Nick. Sweat was pouring down his face, he was cradling his stomach in his hands, and he was heavily panting as if he’d just run a marathon. “Baby, are you OK? Do you need anything?”

Nick took a huge breath in, and then reached up his left hand to pull my head closer to his own. We kissed hard, and when our lips finally unlocked, he said, “Gobble, gobble, Kris. I want more.”