Rio was on the soccer team. He was pretty good too, from what I could tell. I sat in the grass watching him practice. I normally would have had cross country practice but I didn't choose to continue it this year. I knew that after the cross country season of my junior year I was done. I had done it for a whole three years. I was always so burnt out by the time the basketball season rolled around that I didn't get to enjoy it.
It was senior year. Was I supposed to spend it not enjoying myself? Everyone knew that senior year was supposed to be super easy and that the biggest responsibility was not to flunk out. Rio ran back and forth and I was partially jealous of his stamina. I had never enjoyed running and if basketball wasn't such an intense sport I'd probably hate it as well. I was pretty tall, at 6'4", and I had broad shoulders. I also naturally did not have the build of a runner. I was thicker than that. I had big legs and a shapely bubble butt.
I liked my ass and if I ever found a guy I think that he'd enjoy it as well. But in order for that to happen I'd actually have to tell someone I was looking for male company.
Rio and I had been friends for a long time. He had been a grade ahead of me until his eighth grade year. His parents were going through a nasty divorce and he missed a lot of school. Both he and his younger brother had to repeat those years. I was really happy about it, actually. I never thought about how awful it would have been had he gone off to high school without me. Hell, I'd be spending senior year without my best friend and that would've been tragic.
He hated telling people he was 19 and a senior in high school. Nobody saw it as a big deal but Rio swore everyone thought he was stupid. He turned 19 in July, two months after I turned 18. My birthday was in May.
The grassy area I sat in was warm. The sky was clear and the sun was front and center. It was mid-August and hot. Rio took off his shirt skillfully and ran over to me. "Hold onto this, will you?" he asked in his unintentionally sexy way. I took the shirt from him and I watched his muscled, brown back move as he ran back onto the field.
Rio was a fit ***er and he had an easier time than I did keeping his weight in check. If I wasn't going to do cross country I had to make sure I kept my eating to a minimum. I never lost much weight when I was on the cross country team because after every practice I would be starving. I would pack two lunches every morning. I told myself it was because I was burning so many calories. If I ate less I probably would have been a better runner and a lot thinner. I weighed about 190 pounds last time I checked.
Rio's practice went on for another hour and when he finished he went to shower and then we met up in the student parking lot. I had my old, beat-up jeep that had belonged to my older cousin before he sold it to me. He sold it me for next to nothing. "You were really on fire today," I said to him as he got into the passenger's seat. He gave a slight chuckle and I noticed his face redden.
"Nah, it wasn't like I was that good," he said. We talked about what to do, seeing as it was only the first week of school and we had no homework. Everyone knew it would be really minimal, especially for seniors. "We could bum around the mall for a little while," he suggested. I agreed and drove to the east side of town, which was also the area in which he lived.
We walked around and he bought a new pair of athletic shorts. The length wasn't as long as I usually wore my own so they went about halfway up his thigh. I thought it was really nice seeing his muscled thighs. I had to chill out. We continued to roam when he suggested we get something from the food court. I got a burger, some fries, and a milkshake. He ate a slice of pizza. Rio said he was craving something sweet and went off to buy a cinnamon pretzel. When he returned he had also bought me one.
I really didn't need it but I couldn't decline such a kind offer. It tasted really good too. He had only taken a bite of his pretzel by the time I finished and handed it over to me. "Dude, you only had like two bites," I said, tentatively taking the pretzel from his hand.
"Aaron, I know. I just wanted a little taste. I'm not like starving or anything."
"Then what makes you think I want it?" I asked, taking a bite.
"You're eating it, aren't you?" he retorted without missing a beat. I was in fact eating the pretzel. That was true. I laughed and he smiled. "Besides, I don't want to get fat. Running back and forth on that soccer field is hard work, you know?" My chewing slowed. Those words really struck a chord with me. I had just earlier been thinking about keeping my weight under control and here I was stuffing my face. I would probably eat whatever dinner my dad was going to make later on tonight as well.
My dad actually made a really delicious dinner so my "diet" didn't get off to the best start. I was beginning to regret quitting cross country. The next day I was going to go for a run while Rio practiced. I had to stay in shape for basketball. I had to stay around 190.
I tied my shoelaces and got ready to run. I had told Rio about my plans and he talked about how I said I quit cross country so that I could take it easy and how he was going to miss his biggest cheerleader at practice. I rolled my eyes and told him I wasn't some cheerleader and that he wasn't going to be the hot friend while I got all robust. He just laughed and ran over to the rest of the soccer team.
I stretched for a while before I finally felt ready for a jog. As I made my way away from the soccer field one of the chemistry teachers waved me over. "Aaron, aren't I glad to see you. There was a faculty luncheon today and we ordered a good fifteen pizzas too many. A lot of the clubs are having a snack in the lunchroom. Spread the word and go have some!" She continued on to another student hanging around the soccer field. I couldn't pass up free pizza. Who would? I could still run after. I made my way into the cafeteria and saw the chess team, computer club, and language ambassadors chowing down on some pretty tasty looking slices.
I ate a whole pizza myself and joked around with some of the other students. I was having so much fun I didn't even realize soccer practice had ended. Rio was calling my cell phone. He was probably waiting for me at my jeep. I made my way out to the parking lot, grabbing another slice of pepperoni.
"How was your run?" he asked. He was leaning against the spare tire on the back of the jeep. I frowned, thinking about how I didn't actually stick to my promise. I used to enjoy exercising. I really did, but it was something even more enjoyable about eating a whole pizza and just feeling well rested.
"Well, uh, some things came up and I ended up not getting a chance to get really far." He looked at me quizzically before picking up his sports bag and his backpack. "What?" I asked. "When basketball comes around I'll get in shape then. You know they have conditioning two weeks before actual tryouts."
"Whatever, big guy," he said with a laugh. "You like the sound of that, don't you?" I felt my gaze fall to the pavement. I was really embarrassed. He thought I was lazy, that was apparent, but I didn't want him to think I couldn't stay in shape. What was the big deal? He was just full of himself sometimes. It was all because he was one of the best on the soccer team.
"I don't care," I lied. "Besides, you're a shrimp. You weigh next to nothing and I hate having to break my neck to look down at you." That insult was weak sauce, but it was the best I could come up with. He laughed again. He was making me flustered. That would have normally pissed him off.
I thought seriously about my weight for a moment. I hadn't weighed myself since the end of last semester. That meant it had been about three months since then. At that point I had been 191 pounds. My clothes still fit okay. I didn't feel that much larger. I had a slight softness to my stomach that wasn't there before, but I attributed that to my lack of ab workouts. I was just losing definition, I wasn't getting fat. I couldn't be. Could I?
Rio's facetious attitude softened. I think he could sense my crisis and wanted to make me feel better. "Let's go," he said. "I'll buy you a snack." I didn't want a snack, but I let him treat me to an ice cream sundae, extra caramel sauce.
I took him home and when I got to my house I went into the master bathroom to weigh myself. I wasn't ready for it. I was nervous and embarrassed and slightly excited. It couldn't be that bad. I didn't look too fat. I couldn't have gained that much. What could I have been? 195 pounds? 199 pounds at the most.
When I got into the bathroom I stripped down to my boxer briefs. They were really cute, at least I thought so. I wondered if a guy would like them. They were red and had a cool s'mores print on them. The little campfire snack on my underwear was making me hungry. I groaned at the thought of getting hungry from images of food. What was wrong with me? I didn't realize my butt had gotten so...rotund. My ass cheeks ate up some of the fabric and I pulled them out of the crack. It was strangely erotic. I felt myself getting hard.
I remembered I had to weigh myself and stood on the scale. Looking down I noticed my nipples seemed a bit puffier than when I last surveyed my body. What was with that? I was freaking out and when the scale finally showed how much I weighed I felt my stomach tighten. I was 221 pounds. How in the hell did this happen? When did this happen? It felt so sudden. I had been living in denial. I looked in the mirror again.
I had broad shoulders, sure, but my chest looked meatier than I would have liked. I had slight love handles that continued into my wider hips. I was slightly bottom heavy. I turned to the side and I could see my stomach had a slight droop to it. My ass stuck out far behind me, still nice and firm, but large...much larger than it had been. The diet and exercise had to happen. There was no avoiding it anymore. It was a necessary evil.
The next day at lunch I sat and tried to talk with Rio, but he was always so involved with the other soccer players at our table. I picked at a salad that was so dissatisfying that my stomach growled immediately after I finished it.
Rio pushed his leftover chicken strips and fries towards me. He didn't take his eyes off of the soccer team captain, Will. They were talking about the training schedule and plays they should try to run. I silently berated myself for happily consuming the extra food.
Before Rio had to get to practice I got to talk to him about my weight issue. "I didn't even notice," he said. "I was only kidding yesterday, Aaron. You know that. You look good so you shouldn't even worry."
"Thanks man, but do you think you could help me out?" I asked. "Like, uh, you look fantastic. I wouldn't mind if we had similar builds. I just want to slim out a bit."
"You know it's because I'm constantly running," he said. "Plus we don't have similar builds. You're so tall and you have a thicker frame." I felt like I was embarrassing myself. I didn't think I could lose weight on my own and I was too embarrassed to beg for my spot on the cross country team back. Coach Umbridge didn't very much care for me. My exit was not the most amicable.
He looked at me in that Rio way and it made me think about being with him intimately again. I had cycles in which I wished Rio would be interested in me. They would end when I realized that would ruin years of friendship and possibly alienate me from the one guy I knew I could trust with all my problems. Well, he knew almost all of my problems.
Nobody knew I was gay and I couldn't imagine coming out to anyone, even Rio. I didn't look or act "gay." I think that was one of the hardest things for me. I wished it was obvious so I wouldn't have to tell anyone. I hated stereotypes. I hated this self-hate gay people had to go through. I hated that I was allowing myself to fall into the trap.
"I guess that's true," I said finally.
"Oh come on Aaron," he said. "You know I'll help you out. We have to get you ready for b-ball season." I smiled. His face was really attractive. I could feel the cycle beginning. I wondered how long it would last this time. He would style his brown hair upward in the front with gel. The sides were neatly trimmed and faded. His upper lip was slightly larger than the bottom one. It had a kissable fleshiness to it. He had high cheekbones and eyes the color of bittersweet chocolate. His ears were kind of large, as was his nose, but I liked that.
"Thanks Rio," I said with a smile.
"No problem. Leave things up to me." He ran off towards the soccer field. I stayed behind watching as his firm butt shifted as he ran away from me. He had a nice butt too. Some people just hit the genetic lottery.
When I got home I ate nothing but fruit until dinner. I was craving meat. My dad made steaks. My younger brother ate happily. My mom cut one in half and shared it with my sister. I sat eating apple slices. "You could have a little bit," my dad said. "You love steak." He said that about every food he made. I just loved food apparently. I couldn't give into temptation.
"Oh baby," my mom started. "Just eat a little. Here." She put a baked potato on a plate and covered it with butter and shredded cheese. She also put some bacon bits on it. She put half a steak on the plate, with some mixed vegetables and a roll. My dad was a larger man, as was my mom. It was in my genes to be a ***. I ate, trying to eat slowly so I would feel full more quickly, but it didn't happen and I ended up finishing the other half of the steak and another potato. I really needed Rio's help.
That night Rio told me he would need me to be up and ready to run at six. I didn't get up for school until a quarter to seven. Begrudgingly I did a little bit of homework, after a larger than intended after-dinner snack, and hit the hay before ten. When I woke up the next morning I drove to his house after slowly working through my morning routine.
When he came out he had a large smoothie looking drink in his hand. "Drink up," he said, shoving the container in my direction. "You'll need the energy." I groaned slightly. I didn't like eating right before a run. It made me feel sluggish. I downed a few gulps quickly, expecting it to taste like grass or some other healthy shit that wasn't delicious, but it wasn't bad. I drank some more of it.
"Damn, Rio, this isn't half bad," I said. "Do you drink these things every day?" Was this the key to Rio's hot body? If drinking this shake would help me shed a couple of pounds I wouldn't mind drinking it multiple times a day. It was sweet and thick.
"Uh, yeah," he said. "Mine's not as big as yours is. I had to account for like height and your current weight and, uh, stuff." That sounded legit enough. I was pretty sure Rio knew what he was talking about. He must've been a living product of his regiment.
"So, this jog," I stated in a semi-serious way. I had to get ready mentally for the torment that lay ahead. He smiled somewhat sympathetically, but maybe that was only how I saw it. He could have thought I was wasting my time. He could have had no faith in me or my efforts. That made me kind of sad. It was weird, feeling so inferior to someone you really cared about and admired.
We ran for about thirty minutes and that was more than enough for me. The last time I really exercised was the end of the basketball season last school year. I had natural talent, sure, but if I didn't work out more I was definitely not going to make the team this year. That was frightening.
We made it back to his house and he told me to wait in the jeep before going home to get ready for school. He came back out with another large shake and handed it to me. I looked at him questioningly, wondering what the hell he was doing giving me another huge drink. I thought I was supposed to consume fewer calories. He sensed my trepidation. "You have to get your metabolism up. That's what the shakes are for. I'll have one for you at lunch and one for this afternoon." I sipped it slowly, still a little weary of this part of my new weight loss plan. I was barely chubby but what if I got even fatter? "C'mon, I'll make sure you look good."
I smiled and took larger sips until I finished. It really was a tasty drink. I had a shake at lunch just as he promised, as well as one after school. I ran a bit on my own but I didn't get very far. I wasn't sure if it was the shake making me feel a bit tired or the fact I had gotten up so early for my run with Rio.
I walked most of what I was planning to run and when I made it to my car it appeared soccer practice had ended quite a while ago. Was I really moving that slowly? Even in the morning I wasn't getting very far. Rio stood in his usual waiting position for me.
"How was the run?" he asked, slight smile on his face. It seemed encouraging.
"Oh, man, it was alright I guess. Are the shakes supposed to make me feel so sluggish?"
"They will for a bit, but that's only because...because it's working. Yeah, it's working." He cleared his throat. "Are we meeting up the same time tomorrow morning?" We made our way into my jeep as we continued our conversation. My legs were really sore.
"Yeah, I have to keep working at this. I feel like a blob."
"You don't look like a blob," he said, looking out of the window. That must've been a lie; he couldn't even face me. It was a nice gesture, trying to make me feel a little better about my weight problem.
"I won't anymore," I said gleefully. "Not with the Radical Rio Ramos guiding me every step of the way!" His face reddened noticeably. I laughed.
"C'mon Aaron, you know that's so lame." At some point in every soccer game Rio would accomplish something great. The kids at our school would chant out "Radical Rio strikes again!" and would soon be joined by parents and faculty.
"Well, I think it's really cool," I said. I started my car and took him home. I wanted to soak in the tub for a little before dinner. I was actually pretty hungry. Damn.
For two months Rio and I exercised together every morning and I ran on my own in the afternoon while he had soccer practice. I wasn't seeing any results. It was terrible and I couldn't believe how much bigger I was still getting. People actually noticed that I was getting larger. I laughed it off, but it really hurt to hear from everyone that I was getting unattractively fat.
Per Rio's suggestion I also spent four days out of the week weight training. It firmed my body up a little, but I looked even wider. I felt stronger but I wasn't any thinner. The actual running wasn't as bad, but as much running I did I couldn't keep weight off and I was eating more calories than I could burn. My arms had grown two and a half inches. I liked that, but with the tummy I was sporting it really wasn't what was drawing people's attention. All the running I did resulted in something unintended. It made my thighs larger and thicker. My butt was firm and large.
My cute underwear was soon going to be unusable. Most of my pants had gotten uncomfortably tight. I had already torn the inseam of my favorite pair of jeans. When I sat my thighs spread a ridiculous amount, a little too much for those particular pants. I was in Spanish class, my third period, and had to go the rest of the day trying to keep the tear unnoticed. It only got larger as the day went on. Rio was the only one who mentioned something about it.
I had been too afraid to weigh myself. I knew the number was going up so why bother? The damage was being done. I just ate and ate, not really wanting to, but I was always starving. I constantly felt a pang of hunger in my gut and had to find something to snack on. Rio said something about proper calories and bought me a huge bag of trail mix for my locker at school. I'd eat huge handfuls during the passing periods on my way to and from class.
It was after Rio's soccer practice and my afternoon run when I finally broke down to him about everything. We sat in my jeep, one of the last cars in the parking lot. "Rio, nothing's...nothing's working," I said, my voice shaking. "Do you think I have a gland problem or something? It has to be something, doesn't it? It has to be something." His face was serious and reddening heavily in the cheeks. I was embarrassing myself. I was Rio's fat friend who was crying about not working out hard enough. I probably seemed so pitiful.
"I don't know," he said. "Maybe it's just how your body is supposed to be, you know? You don't look bad."
"I'm supposed to just accept that?" I asked angrily. He was pissing me off with all this accept your body structure bullshit. How would I find someone to love me if I looked this way? How would I ever be happy if I repulsed every guy I was attracted to? He was only saying all these things because I was his friend, but if it were any other person he'd probably talk shit about them too. He probably thought I was grossly overweight. He probably was counting the days until graduation so he wouldn't have to deal with me. I was being emotional and stupid but I couldn't help it. I was frustrated. I was frustrated and angry and worn-out and hungry and all around tired of all the exercising I was doing with no results.
"Aaron, please. You may have a bit of a, uh, belly, but you don't struggle with the running anymore. You are stronger than ever. You're in shape. What's the big deal, seriously? So what you're so...beefy."
"The point of this was to slim down," I said harshly. "What the *** do you think I've been working so hard for? Rio, you are the worst trainer in the world. I can't imagine how you've gotten me to gain weight like this." We sat silently for a moment. This was partially making me feel better, but I realized he didn't deserve all of this bitching.
"I don't know what to say. I'm sorry," he said. "I'm really sorry."
"Rio, I know you really care." I felt so bad about everything. I felt bad I wasn't losing weight and I was upset I had treated him so unkindly. He didn't have to help me. "I don't know why I was being such an ***. I...maybe it is just my genetics, but it sucks." His kissable lips quivered for a moment. He looked away from me. "What?" I asked.
"Maybe you should try working out alone for a bit," he said. "I've got to go." He opened the door to my jeep, grabbed his bags, and ran back towards the school.
Without Rio, exercising was even less enjoyable. I got up every morning wishing that he was still going to be there encouraging me. His support meant more to me than I really even realized. He was right about the workouts getting easier, even if I had lost no weight.
Without the shakes my runs were all right but I had become accustomed to them and during the entire run my stomach growled angrily. I still ate more than I should have, sometimes even more than before because of how hungry the running made me.
Rio was always so mopey whenever I mentioned working out and how I thought things were going. I didn't know what to say to him. What did he want me to say?
Late October rolled around and the soccer team made it to the championship. Rio played the best match of his life. It was incredible. Radical Rio Ramos had been unstoppable. But even with all his hard work we didn't win, and I knew it killed Rio, but a school saw him play and offered him a scholarship. All he had to do was play soccer.
His mother was ecstatic. Party invitations went out the very next day. "You don't have to come," he said to me once I told him I had gotten my invitation. "It's dumb."
"She seems really excited," I said, holding up the invitation. They were soccer themed. "Look at this. They're so festive."
"Dios mío. I told her not to get those. It looks like they're for a 1st grader."
"Well, I'm excited."
The party would be the weekend before basketball conditioning would start. That'd be this Saturday.
I will admit that I weighed myself a little after Rio's match. The results were not pleasing. I cried a little out of frustration and it didn't make me feel any better. I was well over 260 pounds, almost 270. I had lots of sweats so that had become the majority of my wardrobe. I refused to buy new pants, not when I didn't plan on staying so overweight for long.
I pulled on a set of warm ups from the basketball season last year and couldn't believe how tight they were. My thighs filled out the fabric of the sweatpants completely and I could tell my ass was a little too much for the pants to handle. I could feel a slight breeze on the top of my butt. This was the best I had and it seemed the most fitting for Rio's party. I was showing school spirit, not just some fat guy wearing a sweat suit.
Under the pants I wore pair of briefs, they were aqua colored and clung to my ass in a way that was admittedly sensual. I grabbed the present I had gotten for Rio and made my way out to my jeep. I was at his house a little after five and I could tell his family was already in full-on party mode. Music blared and I could see his uncles drinking and having a good time. I walked pass them and into the house, present in tow.
"Aaron," Rio called as he saw me enter the living room. His house smelled liked tortillas and lime. His mom must have made a lot of food. I loved whenever I ate at his house, but I had to make sure I didn't go overboard. "All the guys from the team are out back."
He wore a tight shirt and it made his fit body more than apparent. His torso was a perfect V-shape. His jeans were somewhat tight as well and it made me think about his butt again. I could not afford to get a boner in these pants.
"Do you think we could go to your room for a second?" I asked. "I have something to give you." He smiled wide at me, making me feel special, if only for a moment.
"Yeah, let's go."
When we made it to his bedroom he closed the door quietly. "My mom's really excited," he said. "She invited the whole neighborhood." I laughed at this because Ms. Ramos was definitely the type to do something like that. When she felt the need to celebrate, she celebrated.
"I'm really happy for you, Rio," I said. "I really wish things weren't so weird between us recently." He frowned slightly, his pouty lips drawing my attention. "I know I really pissed you off that day, and I want you to know that I don't blame you about my weight. You were trying so hard to help me and I was an ***."
"Aaron, please," he started. "I--I don't think that at all."
"Well, uh, awesome," I said with an awkward chuckle. "I got this for you, because you rock and stuff." I handed him the gift. "It's really not that cool or anything. I'm not too sure why I even got you present, but this seemed like an occasion in which a gift is necessary."
He hastily unwrapped the small box and looked down at the bracelet I had gotten him. It had a small soccer ball charm and his jersey number, 5. The band was a braided black leather and I had thought it looked really cool. "This is ***ing sweet," he said with a smile, hooking the bracelet around his wrist. "Bring it in mijo." He laughed at his own imitation of his mother.
We walked closer to one another and he wrapped his arms around me. I felt his hands on my lower back, and attributed that to his small stature. I felt his flat front against the curvature of my gut. Hugging someone so fit made me much more in tune to the fact that my body had become ridiculously flabby.
"I love you man," Rio said. It sounded like he said that to no one in particular, let alone me. It was surely platonic. It had to be. He stopped hugging me.
"I l...love you too." He was still standing incredibly close to me. The blood flow to my lower region couldn't be stopped. I was sporting a stiff one that I was sure he had felt. I was embarrassed. I was beyond embarrassed. I was mortified.
"I'm not a good friend," he said backing away from me. "I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't talk to me ever again."
"Rio, what're you talking about?" I asked, suddenly afraid of what he was going to say. He probably didn't want to be seen with such a fat ***.
"I'm gay, dude, and I did something--something really shitty," he said, moving farther away from me. He was gay. I was really excited by that revelation, but he probably wouldn't be attracted to me. I couldn't even entertain the idea. Bu what was so bad? What could he have done that was so shitty?
"I'm sure things will be fine," I said optimistically, like all best friends should. "It's not that bad."
"I'm in love with you, Aaron," he said. "And I did something selfish." He took a deep breath before continuing to speak. The momentary silence brought me back into the world around us. I could hear people yelling and loud singing from the rest of the house. "You know Fernando has always struggled with being underweight..."
"Yeah?" Fernando was his younger brother. He had to take these supplements from like Sweden or something to put on weight.
"You're really attractive and I was already really attracted to you, but there was something more I wanted to see from you, and I kind of got it when you quit cross country." I was getting a very weird feeling about all of this. "I realized I really liked that you were getting bigger and then you asked for my help losing weight and I had so many reasons why I didn't want that to happen and I just...I just..."
"The shakes," I said.
"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "The shakes."
"Rio, I--I don't really know what to say. I'm pretty ***ing fat that's for sure." He ran his hand through his hair. "And I have basically had a crush on you since I knew what a crush was."
"I'm being serious," I said. "And like you said, I am in pretty good shape so the weight shouldn't, uh, matter." He laughed before making his way over to me. We stood awkwardly close to one another again before I finally leaned down and kissed his fleshy lips.
After that he made sure I was well fed throughout the entire party.
That Monday after school would be the first day of conditioning for basketball. A lot of people assumed I wasn't going to try out.
I was nervous, sure, but I felt pretty okay in terms of fitness. I went through the school day like normal, aside from Rio playfully swatting me on the ass any chance he got.
"All right ladies," Coach Bradshaw said in his distinctive bark. "First things first, we're going to be playing a scrimmage. Let's see what you boys got." He then divided our group into four different teams.
In the first round my team was skins. Of course it was shirts and skins. I wished we just pulled out the practice jerseys which were blue or red.
I pulled my shirt over my head. I stood on the court, skin bare for all to see. Marcus, a junior on the team came over to me and gave my gut a pat. "You think you'll be able to keep up, big guy," he said. I was so embarrassed, but I was going to play my hardest.
The game started and I was ready. The running wasn't the worst thing in the world, and I wasn't terribly winded. I made four three-pointers, three layups, and got a majority of the rebounds. I felt unstoppable. Skins were up by 15 with only a minute left in the final quarter.
Marcus was in the way of my teammate Derek making a layup so I set up a pick. I stopped moving and Marcus bounced off of me and found his way to the floor. Derek made the shot and the game was over. "Next game we ***ing need the Beast," Marcus mumbled angrily as he got to his feet. I was really turned on for some reason and I felt amazing.
I wore a pair of black basketball shorts over a jockstrap. The straps cradled my ass tightly and I was trying my hardest not to get an erection.
I knew I looked huge. The rest of the guys at conditioning were tiny compared to me. In all of my self-loathing I never considered the possibility of me actually enjoying being so big. I didn't think I could make it through the rest of the practice without needing to go jerk off in the locker room.
My team went all the way to the final game and won it all. Coach Bradshaw was the type to rarely compliment anyone but after he told us we were done he pulled me aside. "Aaron, honestly, I was expecting the worst from you today but you could be our secret weapon this season."
"Thanks Coach," I replied.
"All right," he said with a grin. "Get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow."
I was making my way towards the locker room, shirt draped over my shoulder. "Aaron," Rio called out to me. "Hey!" I walked over to the exit of the gymnasium, away from the locker room.
"Hey Rio," I said. He smiled at me and I could tell he was looking at my body. The fact that I was turning him on was turning me on. "Today was amazing. I was on fire."
"Oh I know," he said with a smile. "I saw the whole thing. You really are a sexy beast." He must've been sitting in the bleachers, but I was really in the zone today. I hadn't noticed any spectators. "Go and grab your stuff and meet me back here."
I did as I was told and made my way back to Rio. He instructed me to follow him and I did. It was still relatively bright out, being the tail end of October. We made our way to the storage unit for the soccer team. "Rio, what're we doing?" I asked. "How're we even going to get in there?"
"You think the Radical Rio Ramos doesn't have a key to the fútbol storage unit?" he asked jokingly. "Tsk tsk tsk." He quickly opened the small door to the unit and ushered me in, following behind me with a swat on my ass. The fact I was still in a jockstrap made it all the more enjoyable.
I set my bags down and Rio was on me faster than my weight had gone up. He peeled my shirt off of me. I was still slightly sweaty from conditioning but he didn't seem to mind. His mouth was on my nipple, slightly biting it as he rubbed my gut. I was a little intimidated by how quickly he was moving.
"Rio I--that feels really good," I said. My whole body was tingling.
"Tu hombre gordito guapo," he said moving lower on my body. I wasn't too sure what that meant, but I was assuming it was nice. I really liked when Rio used Spanish. He sounded really sensual. I asked him if he'd take his shirt off and he complied. His abs were incredible. He was so sculpted that he had the V that went into his pants. I was ridiculously hard by this point.
He grabbed my basketball shorts and pulled them down slowly. I don't think he knew I was wearing a jockstrap. His cheeks flushed with blood. "Dios mío," he said softly. "Aaron, I can't even tell you how gorgeous you are."
"Oh shut up man," I said looking away from him. I felt stupid, but I was having a nice time. Usually Mondays sucked.
He walked behind me to get a fuller view of my ass. This was what I had wished for, a guy that'd appreciate my butt. I could feel his warm, masculine hands on my butt and felt pre-cum dampen the front of the jockstrap. He inserted his hands into the band of the jock and pulled it down as well. My penis bobbed freely and he made his way back to the front of me. He looked at my member and then at me. "That's your penis?" he asked seriously.
"Of course it is," I exclaimed. "What does that mean?" What did that mean? I had never in my life been so exposed to another person.
"It's just really big--bigger than I thought they'd get--you know?" My face felt hot and I stepped from inside of my shorts and jock on the floor. I grabbed him and set him on a small cabinet against the back wall. I don't think he was expecting that. I was going to do something I had been dying to do. I pulled his jeans and underwear off of him and directed him to get on all fours. He was on top of the cabinet and I found myself behind his ass. I placed my face at the bottom of his back and kissed him there, slowly making my way in between his juicy ass cheeks. I felt more pre-cum dribble from my dick.
"You like that," I asked, pulling my face away. I received a moan in response. I continued for a moment more when a cell phone began to ring. It was coming from Rio's jean pocket.
I grabbed it for him as quickly as I could and handed it to him. It was his mom. He had to get Fernando because she was being held up at the nursing home she worked at. His after school program would be ending soon. "I'll give you guys a ride," I said as I went to get my clothes.
"In return, I'll eat you out next time," he said with a laugh as he pulled his underwear on. "That was ***ing excellent. And you know that ass of yours drives me insane."
He did repay that favor, and it was ***ing excellent.
That basketball season was the best the school had seen in over three decades. We won the championship. A scout from the same school Rio was going to be playing soccer for said he wanted to speak with me. He would be arranging for me to play for them on a full scholarship.
I didn't have a party, but Rio and I celebrated for hours. The scout told me they'd try to get me to cut some weight. He suggested I'd play better if I didn't have so much weight to carry around. Rio and I had a good laugh at that. We knew colleges had unlimited meal plans and Rio told me he planned for me to get the most use out of it as possible.
At the end of the basketball season I was almost 280 pounds. I had become a little too accustomed to being the biggest and was seriously craving more force behind my weight. With Rio's help I was pushing 315 at graduation. I started lifting a lot more and was getting some serious muscle behind all of my gut. My ass was still ***ing gargantuan, and it made Rio very happy. I finally sized up my wardrobe and bought a lot more cute underwear. Things were shaping up nicely.
I could tell college was going to be great and I was more than ready to get on the court with the big boys, though they probably weren't as big as me.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
I had been in the need for some extra cash and when an acquaintance of mine told me about a guy who paid generously for people to model for him I jumped at the chance. It wasn’t what people would probably think either. It wasn’t some sleazy porn shoot or anything. He needed people to model for his photos for his projects. He was a student. He went to an art school and was majoring in photography. I think he wanted to do more commercial stuff, because the guy who told me about the job showed me what he had to do. He was just in a suit and sitting at a table. It was a pretty good photograph from what I could tell and I was glad I wouldn’t have to be in like a speedo or something.
I was a big guy, not fat or anything, just tall and…beefy, I guess. I didn’t think he’d even want to hire me though. I wasn’t the most attractive guy. I mean, I wasn’t ugly or anything, just average, and photographers didn’t want to photograph average.
I was 6’4” and 247 pounds. I worked out a lot, but not like extensive cardio or any of those types of exercises. I probably should have, but I didn’t really mind being bigger, I mean, I had been a bigger guy for as long as I could remember. And to be honest, I thought my size made me feel more powerful.
I went to the address I was told about and braced myself for rejection. I didn’t mind it either. I had been rejected enough to know it didn’t matter. I got rejected in high school, college…hell, I was being rejected still. Guys just didn’t like me, and it was partially my fault. I found it hard to navigate the dating scene and I was awful at flirting. I didn’t even know too much about relationships. I had only ever dated three guys, and all three were complete failures in terms of romance.
“Hi.” I looked down at the guy who had opened the door. He was short and fit. He was wearing a pair of Browline glasses. I thought he was cute, totally my type. “Are you here about the modeling job?” he asked.
“Yeah, I am. Are you Quincy Howard?” I asked. He nodded and we shook hands. “I’m Hayden Pierce.” He had soft hands, like a girl, but they were man sized. He seemed really nice, although a bit quiet, but that was cool, I didn’t talk much either. I guess he was just the artsy type. Creativity was pretty hot.
“Do you want to get ready?” he asked. “What I need you to wear is in that room over there.” He pointed towards a door across a hallway we had been walking through. I was a bit shocked. Was he telling me I got the job?
“Uh, I’m going to be modeling for you?” I asked. He smiled at me and nodded. I smiled too. I mean, he picked me, and I needed the money. My desk job just wasn’t enough to pay all the bills anymore.
I walked into the room and an outfit was laid out on a very large chair. It wasn’t a speedo, but it might as well have been. It was a pair of spandex biking shorts and a short sleeved collared shirt. I noticed a bow tie, suspenders, knee high socks, glasses with tape around the middle, and converse sneakers. There were about ten different pairs and I found a pair in my size, 13.
I looked in the mirror, a full length one, and I saw myself blush. I looked…I looked silly. He probably didn’t want somebody like me for this. I was too big for this type of stuff. My arms were ripping the sleeves of the shirt and I couldn’t even fasten the top button.
Quincy was in the hall when I left the dressing room. He looked at me and I heard him breathe in sharply. I bet he wanted somebody different. I knew I said I was okay with my body, but I didn’t showcase myself knowing it’d make me uncomfortable. I had just come to accept it. In middle school I was the fat kid, but then I got really tall and I was the awkward, gangly kid. I couldn’t catch a break, until I started working out. It made me feel good about myself.
“I knew you’d be perfect for this,” he said finally as we walked into another room. Apparently I was perfect. Who knew?
I followed Quincy into another room in what I assumed to be a photography studio. I didn’t know I would be working with other people. I didn’t even know if that made things harder or what. I pushed up the fake glasses and stood where he told me to stand.
The backdrop was a plain white screen and my co-models weren’t very tall. There was a short blond girl dressed as a cheerleader and a guy around her height dressed as a football player. Quincy told them to act infatuated with me. He told me to act confident. The two of them being there made it way more difficult than I could imagine. They seemed like they were judging me. Deep breath.
It was hard. I mean, I was no Mr. Confidence. I flexed my arms a little and the shirt ripped some more. “Good. A little more,” Quincy said. I was sure the other two were doing fine. They were great at acting. I actually thought they might have liked me. They grabbed onto my arms and I lifted the blond girl up and then the guy. Click. New Pose. Click. Click. New Pose. Click. “Okay. I got everything I need,” Quincy said finally.
He paid us, and I thought $350 was overly generous for only an hour and a half of work. I was glad I did it though. I was sort of disappointed I wouldn’t see Quincy anymore after this. He was a nice guy, and if I had to guess he was at least three years younger than me, making him 21.
The other two models had left and I was on my way out too. I told Quincy thanks again and was about to leave, but something told me to ask him out. I mean, he seemed nice and I liked him. I knew he could say no. But what did one more no really matter? It wasn’t like I hadn’t become accustomed to it.
“Would you maybe want to go out sometime?” I asked. He smiled and pushed up his glasses smoothly.
“I’d like that,” he said. “I would’ve asked you but I thought you were straight. I tend not to chase after lost causes. They get kind of weird if you ask them. I mean, I’m like, sorry for finding you attractive.” He gave a slight laugh.
“Where are you headed?” I asked.
“My car’s just up the street. Do you need a lift anywhere?” he asked. I grabbed his bags and I walked with him to his car. It was a little cubed shaped thing in a dark blue color. It was really clean looking. He popped open the back and I set the bags in. “Hey, are you free now?” he asked. “We can grab, uh, something to eat and it’s something I wanted to ask you.”
“Yeah, sure,” I told him. It was a Saturday, and only a little bit after eleven. It wasn’t very spacious in his little cubed car, but I hardly noticed. He drove about twenty minutes and pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant. We walked inside and got a seat. I tended to stay away from eating out. I couldn’t resist temptation to get the worst thing for me.
“The food’s amazing here,” he said as he glanced over the menu. “I usually get a chicken sandwich, but I’m not all that hungry.” He glanced up at me. “What do you want, my treat.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I wanted everything. I was starving. I didn’t eat because I didn’t want to look fat or anything in the photos. The unlimited gumbo looked good, but so did the chicken lunch special. “I think the chicken lunch special looks good,” I said with some embarrassment.
“I’ve never had it, but you should try it,” he said. The waitress came and he ordered a salad. I ended up getting the special. I think it was because they would keep bringing chicken as long as you kept eating it. “You know,” he started. “You kind of look like, I don’t know…”
“A gorilla?” I mused. He laughed.
“No, more like a big sexy caveman.” I blushed. My parents would tell me I was a manly-man. I was often mistaken for an adult when I was in high school. I was cougar bait for sure a lot of the times. I had thick eyebrows and a very strong jaw line. I didn’t think of it as attractive. It was embarrassing looking so “old” when everyone else in my freshman class was just starting puberty.
“Thanks,” I replied. He was too nice. I hadn’t been flirted with like this before, but in all honesty it was really fucking nice.
“I thought you did a great job today. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t so good looking. I don’t think I would have even finished my project. I would’ve just given up.” He sighed. “I tend to fall for my models. Who wouldn’t? That’s why I pick the models I do in the first place, because they’re my type.” He went silent for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I’m waiting for you to turn out to be a complete jerk.” He looked at me. “I feel like that’s a characteristic of most hot guys.” He was fiddling with a napkin in his lap. “This guy at my school…he was really, uh, attractive and he was modeling for some of my projects. Now he was a real asshole. Textbook definition. But you know sometimes you can look past a shitty personality for a pretty face.” He took a sip from a glass of water. “You two don’t look that much alike aside from how big you are, and I think you’re probably taller, but you have that hot guy look.”
“I…I don’t think I’ll turn out to be a jerk,” I said. “And I’m not all that hot.” He smiled and the waitress came up with our food. I must’ve had over ten pieces of chicken, probably over fifteen. I was really hungry, and fried chicken was delicious.
I had to undo the button on my jeans when we got back in his little, cubed car. I was so full. I felt my hand rub against the base of my gut. I definitely needed to work on portion control. He was driving to my place. I had taken the bus this morning to the studio.
“Oh, yeah,” he began as he drove along. “I wanted to ask you if you’d consider helping me with my final project. I’ll pay you for your time and everything.”
“No, you don’t have to do that. I’d love to help you.” He glanced over at me and smiled. “When do you have to get started?”
“It’s due a while from now, but it’s a bit extensive. I just wanted to make sure I’d have a model who was interested,” he paused. “An attractive one.” I felt my face go hot. He wanted me to be his model? I couldn’t believe it. This also meant I’d get to see him at least every week. I was happier about that more than anything.
The first week we met up he described to me his vision. He wanted me to try to get progressively larger throughout his semester culminating in the final image for his project. He called it “The American Man.” That would be about 16 weeks. I was really unsure of the idea. I mean, he wanted me to work out more and eat a fuck ton. I would definitely get fatter than I already was and it was hard enough to keep my weight under control. I didn’t think he realized that most of the weight I would gain would end up making me look like an overfed bull and not a sexy bodybuilder.
“Hayden, I understand your worries about this and I would not blame you at all if you don’t want to do it.” He smiled gently. “I could even change my concept.”
“I wouldn’t want to make you do that. This is the idea you came up with and I’m sure you feel the most confident about it.” We looked at one another. He adjusted his glasses. He had full lips and a cute nose. I hadn’t wanted to kiss someone so badly before.
“I want the transition in the photographs to show the growth of industry in America. It is a representation of corporate masculinity and the changing model of American business.” I didn’t really get how that was going to be shown through photographs but he sounded really into it and like he knew what he was talking about. “So a photo-shoot a week?” he asked. I agreed. We set up a time to meet at that studio from the first time we met. It’d be in five days. I had to start hitting the gym longer after work.
I drank more protein and ate more and lifted harder. I was pretty sore for the first time in a long time. I hadn’t felt that way in months. I actually really liked it. I put on five pounds that first week. I didn’t know if it was from all my hard work or if it was just a fluke. I was at about 254 pounds and felt good. My belly was a little more noticeable than I would have liked but I had to keep up my eating to get larger. I may have also been able to keep weight on from sitting on my ass for eight hours a day making phone calls. I was more than excited to see Quincy on the day of the shoot.
“Hey there,” he greeted me. He had a beautiful smile. I found myself smiling back as well. He put me in such a good mood. “Your outfit is in that room over there.” It was the same room as before. I went to go and change into some colonial getup. It was looser than my last outfit, which I found myself slightly disappointed by.
I wanted him to see my efforts. I wanted him to say he liked what he saw. I wondered if by the end of this project if he’d be disgusted by me. I felt he could have just been a nice guy who enjoyed giving out compliments. That made me more nervous about our relationship. I was falling for him and he probably just saw me as some guy he had convinced to help him with some bizarre concept.
After the shoot was over and I had changed into modern day clothing we parted. It was just like that. I was shocked he didn’t offer to hang out or anything. Perhaps I should have been the one to initiate something? Either way it really fucking sucked. I ended up going to the gym. I was there for over four hours. It felt good to get some of my frustrations out. And boy was I frustrated.
When I got home I was starving. I had two protein shakes and then I ordered an extra-large pizza and cheese bread. I loved carbs man. I could eat bread for hours. It arrived after I ate a huge bag of trail mix. More protein of course. It was a fuck ton of calories in trail mix, surprisingly.
I sat stuffed on the sofa for a good hour watching some TV show about these women who killed their significant others. It was very dramatic. It was around seven by this point and I wanted something to snack on so I got some peanut butter and a spoon. It was depressing me thinking about how much I was eating, but only after I had finished over half of the jar. I placed both hands on my stomach and squeezed the excess meat. I was getting fat a lot faster than I thought I would. I mean, I knew I’d get larger…but not this fat, this soon.
But what did it matter? I was alone. I was going to be alone. I needed to accept that. I took a shower and got into bed. Tomorrow would be another workout and another day of me overeating. I didn’t even want to stop at this point.
The second week he dressed me in clothing better suited for the 1700’s and the week after that he had me dress as a slave-owner. It was awkward. Like really, really awkward. He was in the picture with me and it was just really awkward. He was really good at finding ways to push the envelope. He talked about activism a lot. He was a very opinionated quiet person and I think I liked that about him. Someone being passionate about things was interesting.
By this point I had accepted I was just a guy with a crush. I had gained another 9 pounds and I really wished he’d say he noticed and that he liked it. Quincy never mentioned my attractiveness anymore. I had come to accept that when he was telling me how hot I was it was to butter me up to help him out. I didn’t want to believe that but that’s what it looked like.
He asked me if I wanted to get something to eat after week four. Eating had become a specialty of mine. I was now 271 pounds. It was astonishing. At least Quincy was getting what he wanted in his photos. We had just done a shoot for the late 1800’s and in my everyday clothes my gut stuck out and I wore a pair of gym sweats. My jeans weren’t feeling it this morning. I accepted his offer.
“You know, actually,” he began. “Do you think we could go back to my apartment?” He looked nervous. I felt nervous. I agreed and we rode off in his little cubed car.
“Do you think the project’s going okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, definitely. I think it’s going fantastic.” He turned onto a street and into a parking lot for an apartment building. “This is it,” he said. We both exited his car and I followed him up to the door of what appeared to be a six story apartment complex. “I’m on the first floor.”
We went inside and I immediately noted that his walls had numerous posters of famous photographs and pictures in his distinct style. There was a photo of him and two other black guys. They all were smiling and it looked like a fun day. They were both just as handsome as he was. “Are these your brothers?” I asked.
“Yeah, Peter and Benjamin.” He stood next to me and I wanted to grab him and kiss him and do other really, and I mean really, sexual things. “Those are my parents.” He pointed at a picture near the one we were looking at. They were both really attractive too. I saw why he wasn’t struggling in the looks department. His mom had a lot of hair. It was very large and curly. His dad wore glasses as well and had a well-defined jaw line and one hell of a smile. It looked like an ad for toothpaste.
“I think my family would lose in a pretty competition,” I said. He laughed.
“You really need to give yourself more credit,” Quincy said seriously. “You really are a gorgeous guy.” We were not looking at one another and for a moment silence hung heavy in the air. He grabbed my hand and led me over to his sofa. He looked at me very intently. He took off his glasses and placed them on the coffee table an arm’s length away. He sat on his knees facing me. He touched my chest and my heart raced. “You have an incredible body.” He looked nervous and I knew I looked nervous. “Your eyebrows are so sexy. They’re fucking intense. Like they draw your focus. In the photos I’ve taken they make you look…extraordinary.” He said extraordinary like he meant it. I believed what he was saying. Like he truly meant it.
“I…th…thanks,” I said, face reddening.
“Oh, it’s my pleasure. You see, I could go on and on. Let’s see, you have such a strong jaw line. It’s hot. Like super-hot. And the way you’re blushing? Driving me wild here, Hayden. And your butt, like that’s just got to stop being so perfect. If it wouldn’t turn my project into pornography I probably would have you posing naked just for me…” his face showed embarrassment. “I’m sorry, that was so creepy.”
“You want me to pose naked, huh?” I asked with a smile. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all of that yet.” He laughed.
“Can we make out or what? This sexual tension is killing me.”
“C’mere,” I said in a masculine, gruff sort of way. It was my attempt at sexiness. I think it might have worked. Quincy’s face looked like he was turned on and he shimmied on over to me. We kissed for a while and Quincy soon found his shirt on the floor near the coffee table. His brown skin was warm and my hand held his thin waist.
“Can…I, uh, take your shirt off?” he asked. I nodded and wished I focused more on building lean muscle then getting to this brick-wall status. He pulled my shirt over my head and I heard him gasp slightly. His hand found my stomach and his eyes widened. Disgust? Arousal? I couldn’t tell and every compliment he had given me earlier was no longer in play. I felt his hand rub a stretch mark on my love handle. “Okay, no judgment?” he asked.
“Uh, no judgment,” I replied.
“I want to look at you and rub my hands all over your body forever.”
The next thing I knew we were in his room. He shimmied out of his jeans and I saw his muscular legs and tight ass. His bulge was more than impressive, almost intimidating. “You…you’re dick is huge.” His face reddened slightly. He then pulled off his briefs and his penis sprang free. I was getting even harder than I thought possible.
"Your turn," he said as he walked closer to me. His hands found my waist and he traced along my sides until he could undo the string on my sweats. He pulled my pants, as well as my boxer briefs, to the floor. He had maybe three inches on my penis, and I was about 6 inches. "Do you need me to bottom?" he asked.
“No, no…you can top,” I replied. He smiled. He went over to his dresser and grabbed a condom and some lube. I felt incredibly fat near him. I felt out of place in his cute, modern apartment. Everything was so perfectly sized for him. He was about average height and his body was amazing. I stood naked as he put the condom on his penis.
He came over to where I stood and placed his hand on my chest. I looked into his almond shaped, brown eyes. He was really handsome. He placed his lips on my chest and kissed it. His mouth found my left nipple and he lightly teased it with his tongue. He bit it a little and my penis throbbed. His hand rubbed my belly as he did it. I felt myself moan. “Uh, that’s nice,” I said.
He sat on the bed and told me to sit on top and ride him. I swallowed and made my way over to him. I heard his bed creak as I got on. For a moment I leaned over him. We kissed one another. He smiled. We kissed again. I could feel my stomach hanging down. I had gotten so fat. I couldn’t believe he could even get hard for me. He was already lubed up and I guided his penis inside of me. He began to move his hips slightly. I felt my stomach jiggle. He reached out and grabbed it. He played with it as I moved my hips back and forth. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said. I moaned in response.
I had had sex before, but this was different. I, for the most part, was enjoying it. With my past boyfriends things never felt so intimate. His hands found their way to my ass cheeks. He palmed my bubble butt and thrust his hips a bit harder. My ass must have been larger than I thought. His palms weren’t covering nearly as much surface area as I was expecting. He gave my butt a squeeze as well. He slapped my left ass cheek and thrust harder. He did it again. I felt my face redden. I was getting turned on more and more by the minute. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I got carried away.”
“I like…it,” I said, almost breathlessly. I leaned down and my stomach pressed against his abs. He let out a moan this time and thrust a bit more enthusiastically. I met his lips with mine. He had the nicest full lips. In this position my penis rubbed against his warm stomach and my belly fat. We went a bit longer and I felt myself come. Semen spurted out for what felt like an eternity and he kicked it into overdrive. Moments later he bucked his hips a final time and I felt cum fill his condom. His body relaxed and he removed his penis from inside of me.
I laid next to him. He scooted closer to me and placed his head on my chest. I put my arm around him and pulled him in even closer. “I really like you,” he said. “And I want you to know that you’re one of the greatest guys I’ve ever gotten to know.” Well, damn. To think I thought he wasn’t interested. “Plus you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“You are too much,” I said with a laugh. “You shouldn’t be behind a camera; you should be in front of one.”
“I’d rather be the one watching you.” He sat up and pulled the condom off. He tied it up. “Can…can I be honest with you?” he asked. That was never followed by anything positive.
So what Quincy told me gave me a lot to think about. He didn’t actually need me to get larger for his project. He didn’t need me for 16 weeks, only about 10 at the most. And the final thing he told me before I left was that he was into something called gaining and that he was something called an encourager.
I didn’t know how to feel. He told me to be at the studio in four days if I was still interested in trying a relationship. I didn’t really mind all that much to be honest. I was larger and he liked it. It was something that I had come to enjoy about myself by being with him. He even constructed this project to keep me around.
Thinking back on it, his face was hilariously frightened as he told me all of these things. Maybe that was a downside to liking such a big, muscular guy. I’d never hurt him or anything like that. I felt myself smiling thinking about him getting hard each week due to my expanding middle.
The four days I did not see Quincy I spent going to work, eating constantly, and working out at the gym. I didn’t think that there was a time I was not full. I ate and ate. Lifted hard. I was so excited the day I was going to meet Quincy. It would be a Wednesday. I left work an hour early to get a workout in and had a large meal before heading over to the studio.
I took public transportation, and I wanted to show Quincy how much I liked him and that I was open to the weight gaining thing, but I was still embarrassed on the bus. I wore a too small college sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants so tight they consistently found a way for my ass to hang out.
I found my way to the door of the studio and knocked. Quincy answered the door and his mouth hung open. Was I overdoing it? I felt my face burn red and placed a hand on my gut. “Uh, I’m ready to take the pictures for you,” I said. “If that’s okay.”
He pounced on me, making me lean down to kiss him. We stood close to one another and I could feel his sizable dick pressing against my leg through his jeans. I felt myself laugh. “Come inside,” he said. His glasses were slightly off center. I laughed again. I was really fucking elated. “You came. I’m so glad you came.”
“You got me growing this big so you better keep me.” He smiled wide and kneeled down to his knees. He lifted my sweatshirt up over my gut and kissed around my belly button. That was nice. I was 279 pounds as of this morning. I felt my penis stiffen and he pulled the sweats down slightly. He took my member in his hand and slightly jerked it. His lips found the head and he sucked skillfully. I felt my knees buckle slightly.
“We have to go to the dressing room,” he said. He stood up and grabbed my hand. He led me to the dressing room where I saw my outfit for the day would be fitting of the early 1900’s. I would be a tycoon of sorts. He finished sucking me off and I didn’t want to take the photos anymore. I just wanted to lay back and spoon. I got dressed anyway and we took the photos.
“So can I buy you dinner?” he asked.
“You think you’ll have enough?” I asked. I could tell I was turning him on. He was getting flustered. He adjusted his cock and we made our way to his cubed car. I remember riding in it before, but now it was really uncomfortable for me. I adjusted the seat so it was as far back as it would go. My knees still hit the glove compartment and the seatbelt was especially constricting. I could tell he was getting a kick out of this.
We ended up grabbing something from a drive-thru and headed back to his apartment. He ordered more than enough food, but I knew I could eat it all. Hearing him ask for an extra order of fries and extra cheese on the burgers was giving me a boner. The thought of being attractive to him for being a fat ass was really appealing. It was nearly unbelievable. I felt my hand rub my gut. It felt good. I was feeling less self-conscious. I was feeling confident.
The weeks continued to roll by and thanksgiving came and went. I was over 300 pounds by the date of the last photo shoot. My favorite periods to shoot were the 60’s and the 80’s. This shoot would be current day. I saw the suit I was to wear and couldn’t believe how tight it looked.
I got dressed and looked at myself in a mirror in the dressing room. I could barely recognize myself. I had become a beast. My shoulders had become incredibly wide and my neck was so thick it looked as though I had lost it. My stomach pushed the button on the suit jacket to its breaking point. My ass was titanic. I had always had a bit of a huge ass, but this was something completely different. My thighs were thick and powerful. My arms had never been bigger. I felt so good. It was the strangest thing I had ever experienced. Looking at this huge monstrous guy in the mirror I never felt that I had looked better.
I went into the room where the pictures were to be taken and Quincy took in a sharp intake of breath, like when we first met. I laughed. Things were just too perfect. I walked over to him and gave him a kiss on his lips. “You ready?” I asked. He nodded.
I went over to the backdrop and posed. “Try to look smug and very nonchalant,” he said. I took his direction. I attempted to move a certain way and the button on the suit jacket was lost. “That’s good,” he said. “Stand like a superhero,” he suggested. I took my hands and made fists. I placed them on my waist and my arms burst the shirt under the suit jacket. We both heard it tearing. I know we did. This went on for maybe twenty minutes and we were finally done.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said.
“Yeah, c’mon,” Quincy replied. We had to take his little cubed car. I was not excited. I hated the cubed car. I barely fit. I knew he was looking at me as I backed my ass into his car. I could feel the air on my ass, so I could tell my sweats needed to be upgraded even more desperately.
The car momentarily shook and settled into a slight dip on the passenger’s side. He reached over and rubbed my belly. We were soon at his apartment. Clothes were removed quickly and thrown about his the place like we were savages. I dwarfed him now and it was strange and arousing. His svelte, muscled frame was still so attractive. We kissed for a moment on his sofa. He laid on top of me.
I got up suddenly, grabbing him and tossing him over my shoulder. We made our way to his bedroom. “Me, Hayden. You, Quincy,” I said jokingly as I tossed him onto the mattress.
“Mmm, sexy caveman.” He smiled. “Condoms are in the drawer over there. You’re on top tonight.” I went and prepped myself to sex him up. I walked back over to him and placed my hand on my stomach. I flexed my pecs and I could see he was excited. He sat on the bed and I went over to him and flipped him over, albeit a bit roughly.
His ass was great. He had a nice, shapely bubble butt that was large for his size, but nowhere near as gargantuan as mine. I could feel my gut pressing into his back. He let out moans frequently and I was having a great time. I held onto his waist firmly. I pushed harder and he said that he was coming. I felt my release approaching as well. We both finished and got cleaned up.
“You know,” he began. “I still get hard looking at the progression of those photos. I have no idea how I’m going to present them to the board to see if I can get them in the exhibition.”
“Do they just make you horny or are you actually confident in their merit?” I asked with a chuckle. He smiled.
“I’m going to have to say both things are true.” I looked over at him. He really was cute. I hoped things would continue to work out for us. I wanted us to spend a lot more time with one another. “I’m still going to see you, aren’t I? I’ve wanted to ask you about next steps. Like, if you wanted to move in or whatever.”
“I’d like that,” I said. “And you know, I think I might be ready for those nude photographs.” We both laughed and he offered to make me something to eat.