Lust Thy Neighbor, Part 2 (Conclusion)

After another few months passed, Andrew continued getting fatter. He decided he was going to enjoy his bulk time for a while longer and not worry about dieting or his weight, which resulted in him blowing up to 320 pounds. Every part of his was covered in a thick layer of flab, but the bulk of the weight accumulated in his massive belly. And unlike powerlifters who sometimes grow solid muscleguts, Andrew developed one that was soft and billowy and jiggled whenever he moved. It lopped down far over his waistband and covered his also-expanding fat pad.

The main source of this growth was sweets. Andrew previously had a normal relationship with sweets when he was a kid – they were a special treat he received every so often. But once he became a bodybuilder and had to deny himself cakes and pies and cookies most of the year, he craved them constantly. The moment he decided not to compete in any contests for a while, he made a run to the grocery store and bought everything he had been missing. He would load everything up with whipped cream, stuff them down his throat, and consume several thousand calories in just a few minutes. And since he was no longer burning those calories off with his vigorous workout routine, the weight quickly piled on.

Andrew was too big by this point to fit into any of his off-season outfits, so he purchased some new sweatshirts and sweatpants to wear while lounging around the house. He enjoyed kicking back and relaxing, and although he wasn’t sure how long he could continue this lifestyle as a former bodybuilder (given that it was how he earned a living), he was really enjoying the change and was at peace with his decision.

The only thing that shattered that peace from time to time? Jack. The 22-year-old had been growing as well, only he was adding muscle to his frame. He had gotten up to 250 pounds, with a now 52-inch chest and 22-inch arms, but keeping his waist shredded at only 33 inches. In just a short while he had already surpassed Andrew’s physique when he was in his prime. 

Jack started by coming over when he wanted something, such as the supplements and the new clothes, but lately he had been coming more and more. He liked to use the gym in Andrew’s garage because he didn’t have to wait to use the equipment at the crowded Gold’s Gym (“where all those pussies want to hog time of the good benches”), and he liked to sunbathe on Andrews’ back deck where he could take off his clothes and get a tan all over (something he absolutely couldn’t do at his parents’ house). Jack would just barge in and start doing whatever he wanted, and of course, he would always comment about Andrew’s weight gain.

That’s how it started one Saturday evening. “Jesus, Fatty, you just keep getting bigger,” said Jack as he strode in the front door and saw Andrew sitting back in his recliner, his gut high in the air . “Have you no shame? You used to be a champion bodybuilder, but now you’re just a big piggy.”

Andrew attempted to extricate himself from the chair, but his newly added weight made it difficult, and it took him more than 15 seconds to get on his feet. Breathing heavily, he asked, “What do you want now, Jack?”

Jack laughed. “Good Lord. Is standing up the toughest workout you get these days?”

It was hard for Andrew to speak. Not only was he out of breath from the exertion, but Jack’s body continued to get hotter as it got bigger, and he very much wanted to explore all the rock-hard mass standing right in front of him. Jack was wearing some clothes – short athletic shorts and tennis shoes – but most of his brawny, mountainous muscles were still easy to see. Starting just below his handsome face, which was held up by a neck so thick that you might assume he was a college wrestler, were his massive traps and cannonball deltoids that topped his well-sculped torso. A little bit lower were his juicy pectorals that proudly popped out and dared you to touch them, and just behind them were the thick slabs of his lats that tapered down to his shredded abs.

And as appealing as those muscles were, they almost all took a back seat to Jack’s beefy arms and legs – God they were driving Andrew crazy. He had never seen such well-developed biceps and triceps, and desperately wanted to trace the prominent horseshoe-shaped muscles with his tongue. Jack’s legs were also thick and sturdy, with absolutely mind-boggling quads and diamond-shaped calves that were probably just as hard as the jewel they resembled.

Finally, Andrew was able to shake off his lust and blurt out, “I’m taking a little break.”

Jack laughed again, plunged his open paw into Andrew’s belly, and grabbed a big handful of lard. “You’re just too far gone to compete for a long while, Fatty. Even if you started working out for 20 hours a day, you’re not going to get rid of this tank by the next Mr. American Hunk contest in a few months. That’s why I’m gonna enter and win – the whole country needs to see my body. I just need you to fill out all the paperwork and submit the $1,000 entry fee for me.”

“But you’re not ready, Jack,” replied Andrew. “I mean, yes, your body is amazing, but there’s more to winning a contest than having a great physique.”

“Bullshit!” said Jack as he flexed his powerful arms. “What else is there beside having the biggest and best muscles? And nobody – not even you when you were in shape – looks better than me!”

“Well, there’s a lot,” said Andrew. “You need to…”

“I don’t want to fuckin’ hear it, Fatty. Just get me entered and my muscles will do the rest. I’m going to hit the gym in your garage – oh, and you’re gonna need to buy some more weights. The ones you have are getting to light for me. Make sure you have at least 500 pounds in more plates by the weekend. You remember what weight plates are, right? They’re in the same shape as all those donuts you eat.”

Jack gave one last laugh, reached over and jiggled Andrew’s saggy left pec, and headed toward the garage.

Andrew sighed, as he didn’t understand Jack at all. “Why wouldn’t he listen to my experience as a pro bodybuilder? I could certainly help him win. And why is he here on a Saturday night instead of out with his friends…or on a date? Sometimes I think he actually likes spending time with me, and not just because I’m an easy target.”

He began shuffling off to the kitchen for more food when he was struck with a new thought. It hit him like a thunderbolt, and a big smile appeared on his face. Andrew suddenly figured out what Jacks’ true motivation was – “This has to be it! It explains everything!” he said to himself, and then hurried off to his bedroom to get ready for a confrontation.

Five minutes later, Jack was just starting his workout in the garage when he heard his phone ping. He walked over and read the text from Andrew: “Can you help me move something in the bedroom?” Jack smiled and headed back inside Andrew’s house.

The muscle stud entered the bedroom asking, “What do you need help lifting, weakling?”

But very quickly he stopped in his tracks. Andrew was sitting on his bed, with back up against the pillows and one leg dangling over the side. He was completely naked and had his hands resting on top of his giant gut. Around him on the bedspread were various sweets – a couple pies, a dozen fresh doughnuts, cookies, brownies, and everything else he could find in his cupboards. Andrew had already started on some of the cookies and had crumbs scattered across his chest and stomach.

“Hey, Jack. I need you to hoist up this big ol’ belly on me and give me a blowjob while I chow down on all this food,” said Andrew.

Jack’s eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open, but he quickly regained his composure. “Are you fucking crazy, Fatty? Why would I do that?”

“Because, Jack, I finally figured you out. I realized why you always find a reason to come over here. Why you would rather spend time with me than with your friends, or on a date, or fucking someone. And why you always seem to find a reason to touch my body. It’s because you lust after me. The bigger and fatter I get, the hornier it makes you.”

“That’s not true,” replied Jack. “You’re disgustingly fat.”

Andrew responded with a loud, firm tone that his father had used when he was in trouble as a kid. “Cut the crap, Jack! I can see your cock growing from here. I know my body very much turns you on. You love every curve, every bulge, and every jiggle, don’t you? The first night we met you could have challenged me to a footrace or arm-wrestling or a pushup competition, but no, you specifically wanted to wrestle just so you could get your hands all over me. And I bet the moment we were done you went inside and whacked yourself off like 5 times.”

Jack shook his head. “No,” he said softly.

“THEN HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES WAS IT?” shouted Andrew as he put his hands on his belly and shook it as hard as he could. “HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU MASTURBATE AFTER THE FIRST TIME YOU TOUCHED THIS SACK OF FLAB?”

Jack lowered his head. “Eight.”

“Aha! I knew it – you do lust for my big fat body! Get over here – now!”

Jack did as he was told and strode over to the bed, and just like always, he put his hand on Andrew’s gut. But this time, he didn’t make any jokes or spout of an insult.

Andrew asked, “What is it that turns you on the most, Jack? And don’t you dare lie to me!”

"For me, it's all about getting bigger,” said Jack. “I like being big, but I'll always want to get bigger. I love it when my clothes get tight. I love it when I flex and my muscles bulge even higher than the day before. I get so turned on when someone tells me I've grown larger since they last saw me. And I bet you liked it, too, right? When you were a bodybuilder, you got high on getting huge, right?"

Andrew nodded this time.

"I thought so," replied Jack. "But I tell you something else. I don't just get off when I get bigger. No, no. I get horny when I see another guy getting bigger. As I watch him grow, so does my cock. And if he's getting fatter, I just love it."

Instantly, Andrew's cock grew rock hard as blood surged into it. He could feel the cum tingling inside, ready to burst.

Jack continued. "So even though I've made fun of you for your weight gain, truth be told, I have enjoyed every minute of it. I love watching you try to cover this big ol' belly with your little shirt. I love it when you can't button your pants and you just close them with a safety pin. And I love to watch you stuff your face."

"You do?" asked Andrew.

"Oh, I really do. You look hotter and hotter with every pound you gain.”

“Then I need you to prove it, muscleman. Sit your tight ass down and give me the blowjob I deserve.”

Jack sat on the bed as he was told, lifted up Andrew’s gut with both hands, and placed his mouth near Andrew’s cock. It was fully erect already, so he began to lick the precum on the tip gently…then the head…and finally placed as much of the shaft as he could in his mouth.

“Make me feel that lust, Jack. Make me understand how badly you desire me.”

“Yes sir,” Jack mumbled as he began to lick and suck on the engorged cock even harder.

“Also, from now on, Jack, I’m in charge of your training. You’re not ready for the Mr. American Hunk contest yet, but if you listen to me, I’ll get you there. I’ll also make sure you have the right workout, the right posing briefs, the right posing routine, the right music, and the right tan. You need to do everything I say…without fucking question, got it?”

Jack took his mouth off of Andrew’s cock for a split second to answer, “Whatever you want, Daddy,” and then got right back to the blow job. His own cock was also about to explode from the combination of Andrew’s heftiness (he was still holding onto the man’s soft gut as he gave the blowjob) and the commands he was receiving. Nobody had ever ordered him around before, but he was loving it – especially from fat, sexy Andrew.

“And…ahhh, that feels so hot…I’m going to be your manager – I’m going to take 50% of your prize money,” said Andrew, popping two more cookies into his mouth and getting a muffin ready to be stuffed in next. “And you’ll need to move in here with me so I can keep an eye on you. I want to make sure you do everything I say. Plus…keep going, baby…you’ll need to pleasure me whenever I want it.”

Jack continued giving the blowjob – he sucked harder and harder on the throbbing cock – but took one hand off Andrew’s gut to flash a thumbs up sign. He then put has hand back on the pile of fat and began massaging it as he sucked.

“We’re both gonna get so huge!” screamed Andrew, as he climaxed right as he said the last word. Cum spurt out of his cock and overflowed into Jack’s mouth, and the bodybuilder back his head up to prevent himself from choking on the stream. His own cock discharged at the same time, and he could feel the stream cascade down between his legs.

After they recovered, Andrew ordered Jack to grab the rest of the food and start feeding him. “I want to put on another 5 pounds by the end of the week.”

“Whatever you say, Daddy,” replied Jack. He grabbed a slice of pie and began sliding it into Andrew’s mouth with one hand and playing with Andrew’s soft pec with the other. “I’ll do whatever you say.”