Never Enough Weight, Part 2

Two weeks later, and Marshall had several additional evenings in with Jack. In fact, any night that he wasn’t spending with a client, he could be found in the bed of his new lover. Marshall especially enjoyed the way Jack took charge of everything – it made it so easy when the big guy commanded what they were going to do, how they were going to do it, and how many times. Marshall didn’t have to plan anything, which was a refreshing change from those who were paying him and expected Marshall to plan everything down to the last detail.

Of course, a lot of what Jack wanted to do involved eating. He would eat big dinners before fucking, eat while fucking, eat after fucking, and eat big breakfasts the next morning. He had to ingest around 7,000 calories per day to help power him through his intense workouts, so there was always food around. And a lot of this food made it into the mouth of Marshall as well, since he was doing whatever his big lover wanted him to do.

After just a few weeks, Marshall was beginning to see the results of this new relationship. His weight had climbed from its usual 180 to 190, and his tailored clothes were becoming too tight to be comfortable. He had tried to put on his lucky pair of underwear the morning before meeting one of his clients and he really had to pull hard to get them up over his blossoming ass. Marshall could still see his abs, barely, and he knew he needed to take action quickly before he was too fat to earn a living.

So before gaining another pound, Marshall decided to drive to the gym and take an aerobics class. He got dressed in his loosest t-shirt and athletic shorts and hopped in his car, but he had only made it down the driveway when he saw a familiar figure jogging by. He rolled down the window to ogle big blond Jack wearing nothing but a tight pair of spandex shorts and running shoes. His shirtless torso was glistening with sweat, and every one of his oversized muscles bounced as he ran.

"Damn, he's so fuckin' hot!" Marshall thought. He had spent his entire adult life remaining in control of almost any situation – he had used his body to get what he wanted, and he had been strict about taking care of his most valuable asset. But when it came to Jack, Marshall’s ability to keep control had flown the coop.

Jack saw Marshall and smiled. He ran up to the car and leaned into the passenger side window, filling it with his large frame. "Hey there, Marsh. You going somewhere, or would you rather stay home and have a little fun with me?"

Marshall's sexual desire went into overdrive as the musky scent of Jack filled his car and caused his cock to tingle. Between the pheromones, the blond hair, the handsome young face, and the bulging muscles, he simply couldn't resist the request. "Anything for you, stud."

The gigolo quickly drove back into his garage. Jack followed him inside and asked, "Mind if I whip up a little food first? The run made me hungry."

Marshall nodded his approval and went upstairs to undress, and Jack headed into the kitchen. 15 minutes later he came upstairs carrying a tray full of breakfast foods – Jack ate some of them, but he fed most of it to Marshall during their foreplay, and then plowed his giant cock into him over and over until Marshall had the most intense orgasm of his life

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Another month later, and instead of 10 extra pounds, now 30 pounds of fat rested on Marshall’s butt, thighs, and gut, making him look a little pear-shaped. It was definitely time to regain control over his life by stopping all this eating – nothing in his closet fit right, and he ended up borrowing baggy workout clothes from Jack to wear around the house. He was too mortified to show his face at the gym, so he tried working out from home using his old dumbbells and resistance bands, but they didn’t really help him burn off the calories he was digesting. And his bank account was shrinking quickly because he didn’t feel confident enough to accept any “dates” from the older gentlemen that liked him in prime condition.

The problem was that Marshall the bigger he got, the more Jack seemed to like it…and the more intense their fucking became. Any willpower he had to lose weight was overwhelmed by the thought of the next orgasm brought on by his huge lover.

So less than 30 minutes after thinking about losing some weight, Marshall’s delivery order of a dozen donuts from the local gourmet bakery arrived at his house. The DoorDash driver had been to Marshall’s home before, but he usually brought lean chicken and salads with no dressing to a fit gentlemen who always seemed to be wearing expensive shirts and slacks. He was therefore quite surprised to be greeted by the same man (at least he thought it was the same man) now wearing an ill-fitting t-shirt below which at least two inches of belly stuck out, as well as a tight pair of sweatpants that looked like it was covering up two very bloated legs. The driver was very curious how someone who looked so together had lost control so quickly, but he didn’t want to say anything that might jeopardize his tip, so he just handed off the donuts and left.

Marshall didn’t even wait until he got inside to take his first bite, and he moaned with delight as he chomped down. Each of the donuts was loaded with sugar and butter, fried in lard, and topped with rich, decadent frosting that caused the pastry to contain about 1,000 calories. These were no ordinary grocery store donuts, but rather supremely rich, hand-crafted pastries fit for a king.

After going inside and locking the door, Marshall reclined on his couch and finished his first donut. Then he quickly took another. And another. And another. And with every bite, his cock grew harder and harder, so he continued to eat with his right hand and slid the left one underneath his sweatpants to jack-off as he gobbled. His left hand was still covering with frosting from when he was double-fisting the donuts, and it ended up smeared all over his cock as he pumped it. But Marshall didn’t care – all he wanted in that moment was the pleasure from eating the donuts and masturbating, and it didn’t matter to him how messy things got. He ate and pumped and daydreamed about Jack, and within seconds ejaculated all over his hand inside his sweatpants.

When finished with the donuts, Marshall wondered what weight he would get to before he would finally say, “Enough. I’ve gotten too big.” But he couldn’t come up with a number, and the thought quickly left his mind as he started thinking about what he was going to eat for lunch.

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At the same time Marshall was jacking off, Jack was admiring himself in the mirrors of his gym. Standing in the free weight room surrounded by other lifters, he felt like a true muscle god. Every part of him had grown so much in the last few weeks, and all of his personal best lifts had increased by over 20%. Although he wasn’t as lean as he used to be, his biceps, chest and thighs were so jacked with muscle that he didn’t care. “It’s not like I’m going to be entering a bodybuilding competition,” he thought, “So what does it matter if I’m not ripped?”

Jack stepped on the scale and noted the readout said 285, which was up from 265 just a month earlier. He turned back to the mirror, hit a double bicep pose, and said “Fuck, yeah. In a few more weeks – or maybe even a few more days – I’m gonna bust right out of this shirt.” It was his favorite – the one that said “Never Enough Weight” which he was wearing when he first met Marshall – so Jack made a mental note to order a new XXXL one once he moved up to the larger size.

The other men in the gym definitely noted Jack’s sudden growth as well, and many of them asked to touch his muscles to make sure they weren't dreaming. Jack obliged their requests, of course – he may have been “dating” Marshall, but they never agreed to be monogamous, and he wanted to have options in case it didn’t work out between them. One of the guys, a chubby 20-something named Dustin, had definitely caught his eye – he didn’t have much muscle, but he had a wide thick frame that Jack though would be fun to play around with in bed.

After 15 minutes of being worshipped, Jack launched into his workout, and his audience continued to stare as he moved from the bench press to the squat rack to the dumbbells. In between sets, Jack would head over to the juice bar for some protein shakes (paid for by various fans) or chow down on gorditos that Dustin would bring him from the Taco Bell next door. With every lift and every bite, he became more and more pumped up to ridiculous levels. He continued to flex and pose in the mirrors and fantasized about growing to 300 pounds, or maybe even 350. “Never enough weight,” he thought.

Jack finished off his workout at the chin-up bar. He jumped up, grabbed the handles, and starting pumping out reps. And although he had been growing bigger with each passing day, Jack had no problem doing 20, then 30, and then 40. After 50 pulls, he jumped down and began caressing his swollen biceps. "All right, Dustin, get the tape," he said.

Dustin did as he was told and followed Jack into the locker room. Jack hit a series of poses and his shirt begin to shred: a double bicep, lat spread, and most muscular was all it took to completely tatter the remnants and send it to the floor. He was growing so fast that it was only a matter of minutes – not days or weeks – before he had outgrown it.

Jack then nodded, and Dustin knew it was time to spring into action. Not even caring that he had a raging erection in his shorts, or that Jack reeked after his workout, Dustin began to measure Jack's stats: 62" chest, 22" neck, 24" arms, 38" waist, 33" thigh, and 23" calves. Jack was truly a muscle monster, and it was almost impossible to drink him all in.

"Can I do anything else for you, Jack?" Dustin asked nervously. He was secretly hoping Jack would ask him to help out in the shower, but really, he was happy to do anything for the stud.

"Yeah, how about some more of those gorditos. I'll meet you in the lobby when I'm done showering." Dustin left and, after taking off his shorts and shoes, Jack thundered over to the showers. As the warm water sprayed down, Jack closed his eye eyes, caressed his mighty pecs, and began craving more size, more muscle, and more strength. He began fantasizing about fucking Marshall again, and as soon as he thought about his lover’s growing ass, his big cock started getting hard and demanded his attention.