Peter's Wish, Part 1

I do not have a Part 2 ready for this story yet, but I'm going to open a poll for my patrons to vote as to which ending they would like to see for Peter. What would you like him to wish for?

Peter Gillespie had arrived at college back two decades ago with very high hopes. After four years of high school living under the very watchful eye of his conservative parents, he was ready to finally have some fun. He wanted to party and drink and screw around and do everything that he hadn’t been allowed to do while at home.

His parents had a very strict moral code and kept their kids on the straight and narrow by filling up their schedules with sports. Peter was quite a gifted athlete and had been a star on the football, wrestling, and baseball teams, and he spent a lot of time lifting weights. His hours in the gym made him a much better athlete: he had big bulging arms for hitting home runs, a sturdy pair of legs for running down the football field, and a tight set of abs that gave him a strong core to defeat other wrestlers.

But the body part that Peter was most proud of was his chest, and his devotion its training earned him the nickname, “Pecs.” He would spend hours doing bench presses and flies to build up these muscles, and he loved to flex and roll them while wearing a skin tight shirt. By the summer after his senior year, his juicy muscle tits stuck out a good 6 inches from his rib cage, and many times people had 'accidentally' brushed up against him to cop a feel.

So when Pecs Gillespie showed up to his college dorm in mid-September, his 6’3, 220 well-muscled physique under tight-fitting clothes, handsome face, and willingness to try anything got him a lot of invitations.

Pecs started going to campus parties every weekend, and would sometime hit up 2 or 3 a night. He became very popular very quickly, and he began having sex with a steady stream of co-eds throughout September and October. Most of his encounters were drunken one-night stands, but one of the women he met in early December was quite memorable: DeeDee Simms. She was tall and curvy, with a bright smile and a bubbly laugh, and she did not hold back on her appreciation of Peter’s body. Whereas the other woman quietly enjoyed the results of his time in the weight room, DeeDee didn’t hold back her words.

“God, your body is fucking amazing,” she said to him on their first night in bed together. “Especially your pecs – they’re just so enormous and sexy! I just adore everything about them.” DeeDee loved them so much she could not stop fondling and sucking them as Peter drilled her three times that evening.

The next day they got together again and had sex four more times. And then it was five times on the day after that. And you better believe DeeDee was fondling Peter’s massive melons the whole time.

The two finally separated when Christmas Break began, and when Pecs saw DeeDee again almost a month later, she dropped a bomb on him. “I’m pregnant.”

Everything changed after that moment. DeeDee wanted to have the baby, so Pecs decided to drop out of college and get a job to support her. His parents hit the roof when they found out and disowned him for succumbing to his lust, but her parents were more accommodating. They agreed continue paying for DeeDee’s tuition so she could stay in school and eventually get her degree.

Pecs and DeeDee were married in a quickie ceremony that month, and then moved to a small rental home near campus a few days later. The baby, a healthy 10-pounder they named Ben, arrived in late August.

It wasn’t easy to find a job right away, but Pecs was determined to keep looking for the perfect opportunity so he could provide for his family, and after several months landed a nighttime security position at a nearby warehouse. He worked from 7:00pm to 3:00am, and then would return home to sleep until about 8:00am when DeeDee would leave. He would take care of Ben during the day so his wife could focus on her classes and study, and then hand off the baby to her on his way back to work the next evening.

His job at the warehouse paid well enough to cover their living expenses, but it was extremely boring, especially for a previously active person like Pecs. He would sit in a chair and watch monitors for 8 hours straight, and really would only need to get up to use the restroom or get something to eat – and there was always plenty to eat. The break room was loaded with pastries and snacks for the warehouse workers, and Pecs has free access to it all night long.

Pecs ignored the food at first, but decided he would eat a couple of protein bars now and then to keep himself alert. The sugar gave him a bit of a rush each night, so from there he graduated to a few candy bars, and then some of the leftover donuts. He started swigging everything down with 2-liters of Pepsi, and then just started eating whatever he could get his hands on. Soon he was consuming more than 7,000 calories a shift and burning none of it off, as he didn’t have any time in his schedule for the intense workouts he had previously enjoyed.

It didn’t take long for the sedentary position and unlimited carbs to take its toll on Pec's once magnificent body. His muscles atrophied, shrinking smaller and smaller with each passing day, and pound after pound of flabby flesh start covering them up. His body expanded outward, growing a big belly, quivering love handles, and rolls of back fat. His thighs, which once appeared to be carved from granite thanks to hours and hours of squats, transformed into two overstuffed pillows with absolutely no definition. His cock, which had previously been a generous 8-incher that wowed his conquests, was mostly swallowed up in his fat pad and reduced to a unimpressive 3-incher. And worst of all, his superhuman chest softened, sagged, and eventually turned into two giant mushy moobs which Peter couldn't hide even in the loosest of shirts. He used to love it when people called him Pecs and grab a handful of his rock hard chest muscles, but he was incredibly embarrassed when his old friends did it and would laugh as his titties jiggled.

Within a year, he had gone from 220 to 300 pounds, and had to exchange security uniform sizes multiple times (twice when his jumbo ass blasted through the seams in the ass of the pants, and twice when his burgeoning gut popped buttons on the shirt). Eventually everyone stopped calling him Pecs and started calling him Peter Porker instead. Peter made a few half hearted attempts to get back into shape, but the sheer exhaustion of working all night and taking care of a baby all day zapped his energy level and he quit each time after a few weeks. Additionally, he was used to lifting the biggest dumbbells on the rack at the gym, but by this time he was reduced to huffing and puffing with his wife’s 10-pounders, which he found to be incredibly embarrassing.

DeeDee graduated from college after three more years and started her career in accounting, and soon decided she would be better off without her sad sack of a husband. She divorced Peter, moved back in with her parents for a short while, and then used her considerable earnings to buy her own house. DeeDee moved up the ranks quickly at the accounting firm thanks to her intelligence and business acumen, and she eventually became a partner. Two years later, she married one of their clients, a retired NFL player, and moved in with him. Ben, who was 8 when his mom remarried, was happy to have a bonus father who wanted to actually go outside and throw a football around instead of sitting on his recliner and eating Ding Dongs.

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Peter hung up the phone after talking to his son. Ben had asked that his Dad watch his high school graduation ceremony online rather than attend in person, explaining that it would be a very long walk from the parking lot to the ceremony, and the seats in the auditorium were quite small, so he would be much more comfortable at home. But Peter thought the real reason was that Ben was embarrassed to be seen with him.

Of course, Peter could not blame his son for that embarrassment. Like Peter, Ben had turned out to be a star athlete, and thanks to good genetics, great supplements, and private coaches paid for by his rich mother and stepdad, Ben had a body that most 18-year-olds could only dream about. He stood 6’4” tall and weighed 250 solid pounds, and thanks to his dark curly hair and easily tanned skin, he looked like a much bigger version of Steve Reeves in the Hercules films from the late 1950s and early 1960s. His friends had nicknamed him Beefcake, but most just called him Beef.

And no matter how much Beef loved his father, the two looked very, very different, and those differences would not be easy to explain to his friends.

Peter waddled from the kitchen counter toward his sliding glass door that led to his small patio. He could see his reflection – or at least some of it, as his 400-pound image was wider than the doorway, and sighed at the sight. He was wearing a 5XL t-shirt, but his massive belly still hung out below the bottom hem, and he could see stains on it from the two giant pepperoni pizzas he had inhaled just before Ben’s call. Peter had managed to wriggle himself into huge pair of black sweatpants that morning, but he knew were not going to fit much longer.

Overall he just looked like a giant blob, with no trace left of the incredibly fit athlete he had been. Even Peter’s once-handsome face had completely changed – his eyes no longer sparkled, his square jaw was hidden under two massive jowls, and his mop of wavy brown hair had almost completely fallen out.

Of course, there weren’t many people that would notice these days, as his only real visitor was Ben every few weeks to mow the lawn. Peter had stopped working security ages ago, and now did data entry from his house. He had all his food and clothes delivered, and he stopped going to movies and waited for everything to show up on his streaming platforms. He wasn’t even 40 years old but was already shutting out the rest of the world.

About the only place Peter liked to go was his backyard, as it had a tall privacy fence that blocked his neighbor’s view. He enjoyed the cool night air and the grass on his toes, which reminded him of the sprints he did when he was younger.

He decided to walk out onto the patio before going to bed, and as he did so, he was also thinking about how things used to be. Peter reflected on when he was younger and how much fun it was to be a super stud, and how much he liked to walk around in tight clothes and flex for his admirers. He remembered when people called him Pecs and would get excited as he would pop and bounce his massive chest muscles.

Peter stared upward to the night sky because he didn't want to look down to see his body in its current state. He just wanted to remember the good times back when he was at his physical peak...his glory days, before all the burdens of adulthood took over, when he could just lift all the time and grow bigger and stronger.

"I wonder what life would be like today if things had been a bit different," he thought. "What if I had made different choices? Would things be better today? Or is that just the past and I need to focus on making my life better now?”

As a shooting star blazed across the horizon, Peter wished that...