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“Ugh.”

Llewellyn looked at himself in the hallway mirror of his apartment and didn’t like what he saw. Instead of the slim fit figure he usually had in the height of summer, these past couple months he’d put on some pounds. He poked his soft midsection that still was barely contained in a size L t-shirt, noting how it vibrated for a second as he withdrew his finger. He decided that moment that he needed to start going to the gym more, like that day.

Turning toward the living room, he saw Joseph standing in the hall, looking at him all moon-eyed and with that smile like always. He was much chubbier than Llewellyn, with a belly that hung over his pants and hips and butt that were even bigger. He had small moobs that rested on his belly in a way that Llewellyn would never admit was cute.

“Hey Llewellyn,” Joseph said in that soft voice that Llewellyn had to strain to hear sometimes, “I used your kitchen to bake some sample pastries, and I was hoping you’d try them and tell me which ones are good.”

Seriously?! He had just decided to do something about his weight, and this happens? “Uh, actually, Joseph, I’m going on a diet and was just about to hit the gym. So, no.”

Joseph’s smile never faded. “Oh, you can start that tomorrow!” he replied in that sing-song way that Llewellyn found difficult to resist. “You’d really be doing me a big favor, and I’d be so grateful for it!”

Llewellyn stood there for a second in indecision, took a step toward Llewellyn, then two steps the other way toward his gym bag, then stood still again. With a sigh of resignation he muttered, “Fine.”

Joseph gleefully waddled out to the dining table. He pulled out a chair and turned it around. He patted the seat welcomingly.

“Why’d you turn it around?”

“I don’t want you to get any preconceived notions from seeing the samples that might affect the taste.” Joseph added, “And you have neither sideboard nor buffet.”

“I’ll get right on that,” Llewellyn quipped before plopping himself down on the chair.

Joseph went into the kitchen and returned with a tray that Llewellyn didn’t even know he’d had. Seeing his eyes were open, Joseph smiled and said, “Ah ah, no peeking!”

Llewellyn faced front, held his hand out and said, “Hit me.”

Leaning around the side of the chair, Joseph replied, “Since you aren’t supposed to look at it, doing it yourself would be rather messy. Why don’t I feed them to you? One bite should be sufficient, but if you want more, just nod. Then I’ll take your comments down.

Jeez, now Joseph wanted to feed him too? But he was right about the possible mess. With another resigned sigh Llewellyn said, “Alright,” opened his mouth and closed his eyes.

The first thing that was put in his mouth was some kind of vanilla cake with a light frosting. As much as Joseph could be annoying, Llewellyn had to admit that he was a really good cook. Part of the reason he needed to go to the gym, actually. After he swallowed, he said, “That was pretty good.”

He heard Joseph ask, “Um, was there anything in particular that was good about it?”

“Nope, just good. Next.”

This went on for a few more samples – Joseph would feed Llewellyn, and Llewellyn would give unhelpful descriptions. But sometimes he would nod for a second bite, so that at least was something.

Then came a chocolate cupcake that was so delicious, Llewellyn nodded repeatedly for the two more bites it took to finish. Joseph said, “Wow, you liked that! Funny thing, I don’t remember baking a…”

Joseph was interrupted by incredibly loud gurgling coming from Llewellyn’s stomach which caused Llewellyn to open his eyes. Joseph was about to continue when it made an even louder gurgle. Pausing to see if there was another, he then opened his mouth to speak as something else happened.

Llewellyn felt a pressure in his midsection as it began to expand noticeably. It actually started to sit on his lap, and caused his shirt to ride up, exposing a narrow strip of flesh. The strip widened as his belly continued to creep across a lap comprised of thickening thighs. His butt was plumping up as well, becoming fleshy spheres that, along with his legs, were causing minute tears in his pants. His chest softened into cushiony hemispheres, which aided in pulling his shirt up even more.

Like the calm before a storm, the growth paused for a second before continuing with renewed fervor. His belly bulged out towards his knees as well as to either side of his swelling legs, its weight forcing them further apart. His ass looked like a pair of watermelons, balanced on the outside edges of the chair, making each tear in his pants much bigger. His moobs got bigger and heavier, until they began to rest on the gut beneath them. His arms had thickened to where the sleeves started pinching, until a single rip up the outside of each relieved the pressure. He was forming a considerable double chin, by which he knew he was really fat, since that didn’t ordinarily happen.

Still his stomach continued to grow, having spread his legs to hang over the chair, but also covering the entirely of his lap. He had developed great love handles that sat on top of his widening hips. His butt cheeks had expanded into beachballs, his pants pretty much having given up completely. His t-shirt had ridden up on his belly entirely, containing only his growing breasts, but barely so.

In the next moment Llewellyn felt something rough against his belly, and realized it must be the carpeting. His belly was touching the floor from a sitting position! Not merely touching though, as it began to spread on a larger area.

As Llewelyn asked himself when this was going to stop for about the twentieth time, it did. A moment of precarious silence filled the apartment as he assessed his situation. His belly had spread out on the carpet for over a foot (if he was feeling it correctly), in addition to entirely eclipsing his huge legs. His ass was so big that the chair was now technically inside his butt-crack. The shirt-bra holding his moobs had developed a cat’s-eye split dead center, showing some cleavage.

Soon enough Llewellyn was over being stunned. “What the hell, Joseph?!”

Turning his head causing his double chin to wobble, he saw Joseph had replaced his trademark smile with a look of dismayed shock and concern. At his feet he had dropped a small cinnamon roll, which was a good indicator that he had no idea what was going on – Joseph would never let food go to waste!

Llewellyn tried to stand right up, but realized he couldn’t just hop out of the chair. Thinking for a second, he leaned forward until most of his belly was piled on the floor. Then he used it as a lever, straightening his legs while leaning farther over. During this process the ragged strips that were his pants fell away, exposing his huge ass. Once he was “standing,” he began to heave himself into straightening his back. If he wasn’t inordinately strong there was probably no way he could have, but eventually got his frame vertical as his belly heavily lifted off of the carpet.

Wanting to get a clear view of the damage, Llewellyn went to the hallway, each waddling step causing his legs to push against his overhanging belly. He entered, entirely filling the narrow hall, his love handles knocking stuff off of the walls as he went. Going sideways was worse, his belly and butt extended out so far that he almost got stuck. When he got to the mirror, he realized he couldn’t get in front of it, so he took it with him as he backed out of the hallway.

Once out in the living room, he saw that Joseph had recovered from his shock. “Llewellyn, I’m sorry! I never saw that cupcake before. I had no idea…”

Llewellyn interrupted and said, “Whatever, hold this.” Once Joseph had the mirror, Llewellyn backed away to try to get a look at himself. The most notable feature was his belly, which hung down well below his knees, and met with love handles that hung heavily over his extremely wide hips. His moobs were about the size of cantaloupes, still straining against the t-shirt making the tear a little bigger which showed more cleavage.

Turning to the side, he saw that his belly stuck out a few feet, starting off as a horizontal shelf below his chest, gently curving downward then sharply upward again just before touching the floor. His ass was very wide, and turning farther showed each cheek to be like a small beanbag chair, and his legs to be as thick as tree trunks, except near his ass – where they were bigger.

Turning to Joseph, he exclaimed angrily, “I’m freaking huge! I can’t even tell where my navel is supposed to be!” Almost reflexively, Joseph silently pointed to a fold in his belly in front of Llewellyn’s knees. “Jeez! That’s not the point! How am I supposed to do anything? I can’t even go down the hallway! It’ll take forever to work this off!”

Joseph put the mirror aside and went over to the now voluminous Llewellyn. “But you look so handsome!” Tentatively placing a hand on his ginormous belly, Joseph began to rub it, soon to be joined by his other hand. “Don’t worry about getting anywhere or doing anything – I’ll help! I just can’t get over how attractive you are like this!” All the while he continued to rub Llewellyn’s gut, first lightly, then more vigorously. He tried to lift its expanse, but found it to be really heavy. It was clear Joseph wasn’t going to stop until he’d rubbed every inch of that belly.

Llewellyn never understood his friend’s obsession with fat dudes, but didn’t say anything when Joseph started his groping, because he was too busy being mad. After a short while, he had to admit that it actually felt soothing, and soon he realized he wasn’t as angry as he had been. After several minutes of belly rubs, he had calmed down completely.

Llewellyn then started to lumber toward the table. Grabbing a second chair, Llewellyn put it by the first. He then stood in front of them, leaned forward until enough of his belly was on the floor, and then sat down, with one huge ass cheek on each chair.

Llewellyn then sighed his third resigned sigh in less than an hour, closed his eyes and said, “What else ya got?”