Life (and non-stop sex) with his boyfriend has never been better for former ballet student Paul. Nearly a year ago he joined his lover in a seeing how fat they could get and how each pound increases the pounding Paul gets. But they're about to discover there's a whole community of gainers and chubby chasers out there where "more cushion for the pushin'" is a way of life. M/M/M More
“Oh, my skinny sub-boy,” Paul used his sing-song voice again. I’m gonna’ have to get out the handcuffs again, aren’t I? You’ve been a very naughty and bony-assed boy, haven’t you?” He slapped his own ballooning gut and bit into another brownie. The bigger he got, the stronger and more powerful he felt. The more secure he felt about himself. *No wonder they call it “Big Man On Campus,”* he thought, *No wonder people talk about “throwing your weight around.” I’m so large and in charge.* Heavily, he slowly stomped towards his lover, concentrating every new pound into each movement. He lifted his now impressive gut up with his hands, marveling in its heft. He leaned over and let his belly bounce on Jim’s face. Instantly, Jim’s big cock shot up. “I need you to eat more, skinny sub-boy,” Paul whispered into his ear. I want you to win the dickie-do award for when your belly sticks out more than your dickie do.” Paul’s skillful hands slid with snail slowness around Jim’s stiffness. “That’s the challenge of having a nine inch dick, babe. You need to put extra effort into getting your gut to stick out further than this cock. I want your belly so big when you take a shower, your dick doesn’t even get wet.” Jim turned his face to Paul and whispered, “Like yours?” “Oh, I’m far from there,” Paul said, pushing the second half of his brownie into Jim’s mouth with one hand while he used the other to barely increase the pressure around Jim’s completely erect cock. He then pulled gently upwards, then returned his other hand and began to slowly rub them together, as though Jim’s cock was a piece of wood he was trying to ignite from friction. Jim moved a little forward, his new belly flab forming a soft roll as he did so. Paul continued for another moment until Jim moaned through the crumbs of the brownie and his Calvin’s were sticky from his cum.