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llamaapocolypse — 30 Day Fatty
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“You’re just mad because I’m fitter than you”“Fuck off. You just have longer legs” the shorter man huffed beside his partner.
“Aw, don’t be like that. I know you just want my body”
“Only part of it I can see if your scrawny ass”
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“You really going to eat all that? I mean, damn, you might as well have just not gone running at all”
Felix but the burger down, fixing his partner with the hardest ‘go fuck yourself’ look he had. “You’re eating more than I am” he shot back. Ben only smirked, “I’m a lot bigger than you and I work out more than you. Don’t be mad. You did say you wanted to be held accountable”
“Not if it means you ruining my dinner” Felix said flatly.
Ben kissed Felix on the cheek, “C’mon babe. I’m just looking out for you”
Felix dumped his fries on Ben’s plate, a thought unfolding, “You eat them then”
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“That can’t be right” Ben gasped. He had gotten on and off the scale several times in the past ten minutes, each time muttering profanities. “I’m up five pounds”
Felix sighed, “Are you still bragging about muscle weight?”
“Muscle weight. Yeah, that must be it” Ben sunk back onto the bed in relief, “Had me scared for a minute”
“You know,” Felix started slyly, “I read recently that scales can make you gain weight”, He weighed his boyfriend’s incredulous look before continuing, “You stress about stepping on the scale, gaining or not losing. That stress messes with your hormone composition. That makes you gain weight. Fat, not muscle. Mirrors can do the same thing”
Ben pondered this for a moment, “How did I get a such a smart guy?”. He cuddled up to Felix, “I’m sorry I was an ass yesterday. How about let’s give the no scale, no mirror thing a try. A month or so to see how it works”
Felix gave his partner a kiss, “Sure babe”
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Day 1:
“Where did you say you found this recipe? I’ve never had a protein shake that tasted this good” Ben said, sucking it down greedily.
“All flavorizers. Same stuff as usual, just made to taste better”
“Flavorizers? Sounds bunk”
“Not at all. They were developed in a lab for the purpose of-”
“Y’know what? Forget I asked”
Felix shot Ben a dirty look. Ben, in turn realized belatedly that he was being rude. He poured himself another liter to consume the awkward silence.
Day 3:
“I feel fat” Ben whined.
“Have you been working out as usual?”
“Of course”
“Then why would you be gaining weight?”
Ben puzzled on that for a moment, ashamed to admit that he hadn’t been working out as usual. In fact, he’d barely been able to do half of his usual training. The protein shake that usually helped him power through sat heavy in his belly, making him feel bloated whenever he tried to bend on run. He swore he could feel it sloshing inside him with every step. Felix had been quick to point out he probably wasn’t drinking enough of it for his size so the sloshing feeling just meant he’d swallowed some air.
“You still look jacked to me baby,” Felix said, “it’s probably just in your head”
“Why are you so good to me?” Ben kissed his partner’s chest, moving slowly down, unbuttoning his pants.
Felix purred, “You’re a dick, but you’re my dick”
Day 7:
Ben skipped the gym.
For the first time in nearly ten years, he just couldn’t get in. He had had his shakes at work, going for three liters in the hope that it might help quiet the sloshing feeling. But he had fallen asleep in the car in the parking lot. When he woke up he felt bloated and stodgy.
“You what?” Felix stopped mid email to look up from his laptop. Worry coated his voice.
“I fell asleep in the car” Ben told his feet.
“Oh hell. Ben, that’s dangerous. What if that had happened while you were driving?”
“It didn’t”
“It could have”
Ben’s black hair hung down over his eyes, trying to hide his shame. In his preoccupation with his figure he hadn’t even thought about what could have happened if he had nodded off on the road.
“You need to go to the gym at a different time” Felix shook his head, “Some time when you’re fully awake”
A knot twisted in Ben’s belly, “It won’t happen again. I promise”
Day 9:
Saturday was cheat day and cheat day meant greasy, carb loaded food.
Usually, Ben used this time to torment Felix about being the less fit partner but today was another story. The couple lay back on the couch; Ben stuffed out of his mind, Felix pretending that he was.
“I think I actually ate more than you did” Felix faked a groan, “be my knight in shining armor and save me from the rest of the fries”
Ben huffed, conscience soothed into thinking his partner had eaten more, then tackled the remaining mountain of fries.
Day 14:
The shakes were working better than Felix had hoped. It seemed to him that every day Ben came home a little heavier. When three liters stopped making him feel full, he had upped to four and swore that he was going to do hardcore weight training. He never quite made it.
Ben’s muscles were slowly but surely accumulating a layer of plump fat. Not enough to hide the definition but clear to anyone close enough to touch.
The entire week Ben had been trying to find somewhere else to get the gym in. He tried to go in the morning with Felix, but that always ended with him chugging his shakes to save time and falling asleep because he has unwittingly put a massive carb bomb in his tummy. Then he’d do the same thing when he got home, intending to jump on the treadmill in their living room but to no avail.
At this rate, he’d be a sow before the month was out.
Day 16:
“I’m going to burst” Ben whined. He sat between Felix’s legs, leaning back against his chest.
Two extra large, nearly empty pizza boxes occupied the table beside them. Felix reached into one of the boxes and held it up to Ben’s mouth, “There’s no way you’re making me eat more than half of this” Felix told him despite Ben having unmindfully devoured at least seventy percent of the pizzas.
Ben, for his part, was suffering from an extremely bloated belly. He had tried to hit the gym, thinking he had an hour before dinner only to be sat down to pizza before he could get to his keys. He attributed most of his fullness to the shakes and soldiered through every slice.
Felix hand fed Ben the last two slices before resting his hands on Ben’s stomach. A sudden rush of blood took him (and Ben) by surprise.
“Well now, been awhile since I felt that” Ben grinned
“Mhm, just- just admiring the art of sculpture” Felix half lied.
“You too? My favorite medium is wood”
Ben turned around to start in on his partner but a twinge in his overfed stomach made him stop. A hungry light leapt to life in Felix’s eyes, “What’s the matter big guy? Too much of a piggy to be a man for me?”
At the taunt Ben reddened, “Not as much as you fat ass”
He should have realized something was amiss when Felix brushed off the remark but he was busy getting turned around. A brief rattling around in a side table drawer produced a bottle of lube. He felt Felix palm him through his jeans, the sensation overwhelming all other thought. “Let me be on top this time big guy?” Felix asked.
Ben let out a low moan, nodding his consent. He was so entranced he didn’t even notice how his bloated belly jiggled in his lovers grip.
Day 20:
Pop!
Ben’s button skittered across the floor leaving it’s owner in a horrified trance. The little bit of pudge he had accumulated, compounded with 4 liters of protein shake left him with the shocking semblance of a gut and the pressure had finally become too much.
“You alright babe?” Felix asked from the bathroom, “Shit. I thought I left the dryer on too long”
“Dryer?”
“Yeah, I meant to pull those out so they wouldn’t shrink but it slipped my mind. I’ll pick you up some new ones on my way home”
Day 23:
“I don’t know if I should do a cheat day” Ben mumbled when Felix confronted him with the food.
“What? Why not?”
Ben’s cheeks were burning. Felix knew what he was going to say, but he wanted to hear him say it. “I- I can’t see my abs anymore”
Felix laughed, “Is that all? Babe. Come on, you know better. You probably just lost some tone from not going to the gym and you feel like you have a gut because you’ve been downing shakes. You’re not going to make me have all this alone are you?”
A smile found it’s way back onto Ben’s face, “No way. You’re looking a bit pudgy as it is”
Day 27:
Defeat smells like McDonald’s as Ben came to find out.
He waddled into the bedroom, hoping that the dark would hide his immensely bloated figure from Felix. He hoped in vain. The moment he was under the covers, Felix wrapped an arm around his middle.
“Mhmm… what did I say about going to the gym when you’re tired?” he asked. He could feel Ben trying to suck in his belly to no avail. So instead he slid his hand below the waist, “Sorry I was peevish this morning baby. Let me make it up to you?”
Ben couldn’t help but groan in pleasure.
Day 30:
If the scale had scared him before, it terrified him now. The mirror stared back at Ben and for the first time that month, he really looked at himself. Pushing down the waistline of his briefs was a plump, unmistakable gut. The seams of his underwear stretched to keep in his ass and thighs.
How had it come to this? He had known, of course he had but he wanted it to be his mind so badly that he ignored it. Felix had been so affectionate with him lately… was it pity?
While Ben was ruminating on how many hours it would take to work off his pot belly, Felix found him and wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist. “Hey baby” he said in a singsong voice, “I have a surprise for you”
Ben sucked in his belly, “And what would that be?”
Felix nipped at Ben’s neck, “let me tie you up and you’ll find out”
His first instinct was to go find a baggy sweater and hide but Felix was so adamant that he almost forgot to be self conscious. So it was that Ben found himself spread eagle and tightly secured to the bed posts, waiting for Felix to come back.
The massive, pink boxes were the first things Ben saw. His stomach dropped.
“Since we agreed on the scale being away for a month, I thought we could celebrate with a little indulging” Felix popped a donut into Ben’s mouth. He ate in shock for almost two dozen donuts, resigned to the fact that when Felix got a craving he would have it. Sixteen in he could see his belly rising up like a plump, blubbery mound.
“Felix, hon. This is sweet but I think I’ve had enough”
Felix gave him a pout, “What? It’s not like your metabolism can’t handle it. Unless… not feeling fat are you?”
Ben snorted, “I could eat all of that and not gain weight”. He regretted that statement as soon as it left his mouth. Felix’s eyes lit up, “Oh yeah skinny boy? Prove it”
Every bite made him expand a little more. Three dozen down, Felix had to roll down his briefs to let his gut grow out. He stopped fighting it and ate whatever was put in his mouth. When Felix stopped he thought he might actually get reprieve but instead the red head pressed his hands to Ben’s bloated gut. Ben tried to bite down the moan but it just felt so good.
“Awww, I think you’re enjoying this” Felix teased.
“Just..Oooohh… just indulging you…”
Felix shrugged, “Whatever you say… little piggy”
The last dozen donuts went down without a fight, save for Ben’s moaning about a stomach ache. He groaned and swore he was going to do the same to Felix with whatever was in the fridge. Amused, Felix untied him to let him try.
Immediately Ben tried to get up but found that all he could do was squirm helplessly under his bloated belly. Too fat and full to get around. Once he hung his head in defeat, Felix slipped his hand between his newly fattened up boyfriends legs, “You know, I think I like you better as a fatty”
Ben tried to fight it but pleasure obliterated all other thoughts. Felix continued, “We won’t see until tomorrow, but I’d call this a good forty pounds right here” he slapped Ben’s tummy with his free hand for emphasis, “and it’s going to be a lot more tubs”
Climax hit Ben hard, leaving him a dazed, hot mess. “Is this… ohhhh.. Is this for all the times I called you fat?”
“A little” Felix conceded, “But it was also the only way I was going to get you to gain for me”
A silence passed, “You like this?”
“Mhm, and if you want to work it off you can. But if you want to keep it..”
Ben leaned back into the pillows and groaned, “I’m never going to see my abs again”
Felix leaned in and gave Ben a kiss, “Don’t plan on it”
