Contains: long-term gaining, direct encouraging.
This is my 100th story posted to this page. I’ve been saying it’s my 100th gainer story, but One Night at the Beach House is a vanilla erotic romance, and “Big” is just plain romance, so that’s not technically true. But I think this is still a pretty major milestone, and one I wanted to celebrate somehow.
In thinking about what to post for my 100th story, I wanted to do a story that touches on a theme that’s close to my heart. I’ve written about fat positivity before, and was thinking of writing a story with themes like that. But I wanted to go beyond that with this story, and write about something else: gaining positivity, if you will.
The fact that fat is seen so negatively in our culture means that wanting to get fat is seen even more negatively. As such, our community doesn’t have a great reputation outside of itself. The stories that get out about our community are all about guys who want to make their girlfriends immobile and completely dependent on them, since that generates the most shock value. And there’s nothing wrong with that if both parties give informed consent. But the image of those guys is one that usually doesn’t involve informed consent.
So I wanted to write a story that portrays gaining in a more explicitly positive light. And thankfully, justgiveme1username gave me a suggestion that fit the bill perfectly:
In some discussion about gaining, one guy says that he thinks feedees are getting a pretty good deal with all that free food–he’d be down for it, and he’s not even into it. Someone approaches him and takes him up on the offer, and he finds it’s more than he bargained for–but free food is free food, right?
(This story contains male weight gain and male-male encouraging.)
Doug and Gerald sat at the bar, each sipping a beer to herald the arrival of the weekend. “I don’t know about you,” Gerald said, “But I’m glad the work week is over.”
“You’re always glad the work week is over,” Doug said as he playfully nudged Gerald’s arm. “Maybe you just don’t like your job.”
“Who does?” Gerald asked rhetorically, before taking a swig of his beer.
“Mine’s pretty good. I just wish I didn’t have to wake up so early.”
“How early do you have to get to work?”
Gerald let out a chuckle as he looked Doug’s way.
“What? I’d rather be sleeping than at work that early.”
“Then date me, you coward,” Doug said, causing both men to let out big belly laughs that matched their impressive midsections. Both men sported ample bellies that nicely filled out their shirts. They were too young to explain it away with age, although even an older man couldn’t have blamed that much heft on the aging process. Still, they weren’t so big as to make it difficult to sit at the bar, or do anything else they wanted to do.
“I think my girlfriend would take issue with that,” Gerald said, smirking from behind his wild beard.
“Right, sometimes I forget that polyamory isn’t that popular with you straight people,” Doug said with a smirk, framed by his well-maintained beard.
Gerald chuckled before taking a sip of his beer. After the two were silent for a while, he asked, “Got any plans this weekend?”
“Actually, I have a date tomorrow.”
“Ayyy!” Gerald cheered, before the two clinked their bottles. “Where did you two meet?”
“An app. Where else would I meet a guy?”
“Heh, I guess. So what’s his deal?”
“Works in finance. Also into games and true crime documentaries. Apparently he’s a feeder too.”
“A what now?”
“You know, those guys who like to make their partners fat?”
“You mean like on those shows about people who are so fat they can barely walk?”
“I don’t think so. Not him, anyway. He said he likes his partners happy and hefty. Said he wouldn’t want me to get so big it affects my quality of life.”
“But he wants you fatter?” Gerald asked sternly.
“He probably wouldn’t be opposed to it. Honestly, I’m not sure I would be either.”
After staring blankly at Doug, Gerald asked, “Come again?”
“I mean, it sounds like a pretty good deal. He’d never pressure me to lose weight, you know? And free food is free food.”
“He’s going to pay for your food?”
“He mentioned that for guys who gain weight intentionally, it’s usually not cheap. And the times he’s dated guys who were into that, he helped foot the bill. Said he wouldn’t mind doing the same for me.”
“Sounds like he wants to trick you into eating more, since you won’t have to worry about the price.”
Doug couldn’t help but laugh before he replied, “Of course I’ll eat more if I’m not paying! If he tries to force me to eat more than I want to, it’s over. But I don’t think he’s that kind of guy.”
“I don’t know. I’ve heard bad things about those guys.”
“Oh come on,” Doug said dismissively. “When a guy gets in a relationship, gains weight, and says it’s because of his wife’s good cooking, that’s fine. But being transparent about it isn’t?”
“I mean, you do what you want, man. Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”
“I don’t think I’ll have to,” Doug said assuredly. “Worst case scenario, I get a free meal out of it.”
Doug arrived at La Vita Migliore just before 6:00 PM. Walking into the cozy Italian restaurant, he looked around until he saw a shy-looking guy wearing a tee shirt and an unzipped hoodie. He was sitting alone, fidgeting with his fork. Doug waved as he walked toward the table, causing the man to notice him and wave back with a smile, before he clasped his hands nervously together in front of him.
CJ looked up and smiled meekly. “Doug?” he asked in return.
“Nice to meet you in person,” Doug said as he sat down on the other side of the booth.
“Ditto. I’m glad you came. I was honestly worried you’d ghost me.”
With a sympathetic nod, Doug said, “That does happen a lot.”
“Especially when someone finds out I’m a feeder.”
“Why is that?” Doug asked as he lowered his eyebrows inquisitively.
“Ask them,” CJ said with a defeated chuckle. “I think they see that and immediately assume I want to make them a half ton, too big to even leave their bed. And yeah, some guys want that. But I don’t want to make any guy do anything he doesn’t want to do. Especially where feeding is concerned.”
“Well, that’s good.”
Leaning back against his seat, CJ asked, “Anyway, how was your day?”
The two made small talk over their water and complimentary bread, getting to know each other better: talking about their jobs, games they’d played recently, and what was good at the restaurant. After they’d put their order in, Doug took advantage of the opportunity to ask, “So what is it you like about feeding a guy?”
CJ looked like a deer in headlights, a reaction that caused Doug to raise his own eyebrows. “Um, well…” As CJ spread butter over a slice of bread before stuffing it in his mouth, he looked like a student who’d been called on without raising his hand.
“I mean, we could talk about something else if you–”
“No, no, I… I’m really… happy, I guess?… that you asked. Most guys I’ve dated seemed to not want to talk about it. And when I’m with a guy who’s into it, he’s not asking me why I’m enjoying it, but how much I’m going to feed him, you know?” CJ asked with a nervous chuckle. “So I’ve never really had to explain it.”
“Well, we don’t have to–”
“No, I mean, you actually wanting to understand it, that means a lot. So I want to give you an answer.” CJ’s voice sounded jerky as he talked, like they were trying to talk in the car as they drove over a bumpy road.
Poor kid, Doug thought as he watched CJ try to formulate an answer. These guys must have really let him have it..
After thinking for a moment, Doug took a piece of bread, buttered it, and put it on his plate. He then pushed the plate over to CJ’s side of the table. “Why don’t you feed it to me and tell me what it feels like?”
CJ seemed even more nervous than when Doug had originally asked the question. “Don’t play with me like that,” he said with an anxious laugh.
“I said what I said. I’m here to get to know you, not to play games.”
“You really don’t mind if–”
“If I minded, I wouldn’t have made the offer. Now come on,” Doug said before he leaned over the table. With a smile, he cocked his head to the side, as CJ looked back like he still couldn’t believe it was really happening. But soon enough, he picked up the slice of bread, before shakily passing it into Doug’s mouth. Doug chewed as CJ held the bread near him, opening his lips after he swallowed to let CJ pass in more. They kept up that way until he’d eaten the whole slice.
“So,” Doug said, “how was that?”
“I mean, okay I guess?”
“Just okay?” Doug asked as he tilted his head backward with his eyes closed pensively.
“It was very tame compared to anything I’d do with a guy who’s into gaining. I mean, that was something anyone would do.”
Doug stayed still before he nodded his head slowly, realizing he didn’t have any reference for what a feeder actually did. He’d seen the same sort of shows Gerald had mentioned, showing a feeder as someone who wanted to make their partner ridiculously huge. But he’d never seen them in the act. Nodding slowly, he said, “Gotcha,” before taking another piece of bread for himself.
“I mean, if you’re curious, I can show you some videos of what a feeding session looks like.”
After tilting his head to the side contemplatively, Doug said, “Maybe. Just… not right now.”
“Of course,” CJ chuckled.
The two talked of other things through the rest of their dinner, which included a meatball appetizer for Doug. When the waiter brought their food, Doug was surprised by how big his serving of fettuccine Alfredo was. But as thick and rich as the sauce was, his intimidation faded with the first bite.
By the end, though, he was wondering if he should have exercised a bit more restraint. He put his fork down on his plate with a groan, his stomach packed painfully full. “Oh man. I shouldn’t have eaten that much,” he said without thinking.
But when he saw the look on CJ’s face, one of briefly screaming internally before trying to play it cool, he felt like he’d stumbled onto something. Holding in a smirk, he started rubbing his belly, trying to relieve the pain. That made CJ look even more flustered, which left Doug unable to hide his amusement. “You like that?”
“Stooooop,” CJ said in a quiet voice, looking to the side but smiling.
“It’s gonna be hard to get out of this booth. I might need your help.”
With a smile still on his face, CJ gazed back at Doug. From how his expression relaxed, it seemed like he was becoming more comfortable making it known that he was enjoying the show.
“Anything else, gentlemen?” the waiter asked as he came to collect the plates.
“No thanks,” Doug was quick to answer. “I’m too full to eat another bite.”
“Understandable,” the waiter laughed, unaware of just how deliberate Doug’s choice of words was. As the waiter turned to bring the plates back to the kitchen, Doug looked at CJ with a self-satisfied grin.
“Yes, I am enjoying this,” CJ said with a tiny amount of annoyance.
“Good. I’m glad one of us is,” Doug sighed.
Once the bill came, CJ swiped it away from Doug. “My treat, like I promised.”
“I said what I said,” he insisted as he put his card in the book..
It was a few weeks later, and Doug and CJ were at CJ’s place watching a new Jack the Ripper documentary. CJ was leaning against Doug’s side, with Doug’s burly arm wrapped around his boney shoulders. As the credits started rolling, CJ asked, “So, what now?”
After a moment of contemplation, a thought occurred to Doug that surprised even him. “Why don’t you show me some of those feeding videos you mentioned?”
CJ was silent for a moment, but replied to Doug faster than he had before. “You really want to see those?”
“I did say that, didn’t I?” Doug asked with a chuckle.
“Well, yeah, but–okay, sure,” CJ said before he pulled out his phone. He navigated to a playlist of videos whose thumbnails featured one or more men in various stages of undress. What most of them had in common was that their midsection was the focus of the photo. And to Doug’s surprise, he didn’t see many dicks. “So are feeders not interested in sex?”
“Some are, some aren’t. I personally would consider myself bellysexual.”
“Ha!, that’s cute,” Doug said, squeezing CJ just a little.
“Oh, here’s a good one,” CJ said.
As the video started, Doug saw a guy who was definitely chubby, but not quite as big as him, sitting on a bed with his back against the headboard. From the side, a skinny guy came in with a plate piled high with doughnuts. “Alright, piggy. You ready to eat?”
The bigger guy nodded enthusiastically, smiling as the thinner guy got closer.
Turning toward CJ, Doug asked, “Is ‘pig’ a positive name to you guys?”
“For some. Depends on the feedee. Some guys like it, some don’t. A good feeder will respect that.”
With a nod, Doug continued, “Seems like he’s into it.”
“Mmhm,” CJ affirmed with glee.
“All these doughnuts are for you, tubby,” the feeder said, making Doug conclude that names relating to one’s weight could be a good thing in a situation like that. He wouldn’t have taken being called “tubby” well, but this guy seemed to be liking it.
He definitely liked it when the feeder picked up a doughnut and shoved it in his mouth. His groans sounded like sex noises, muffled by a mouth full of dough. When the feeder wasn’t feeding the feedee a doughnut, he was rubbing his belly, something else Doug found curious. He never much liked it when guys paid extra attention to his gut, though he usually let them do it for their pleasure. In hindsight, maybe those guys were feeders too. But the guy in the video seemed to really like having his belly played with. He pushed it out as the feeder rubbed it, like a pelvic thrust, but with his gut instead. “Is him pushing his belly out like a hard-on for a feedee?”
“Can be,” CJ said. “I’ve definitely been with some guys who push their bellies out when they’re turned on. Of course, their dick gets hard too,” CJ chuckled.
“So it is a sexual thing?”
“Not necessarily,” CJ replied, talking slowly as he ruminated on the subject. “A lot of guys definitely do get turned on by it. But there are some who just enjoy the feeling of being full, more so than the average person. Some guys, on either side of the aisle, just like the aesthetic appeal of fat guys.”
“‘Either side of the aisle’?”
“Gainers or encouragers.”
“That said, I think it’s safe to say this guy is definitely getting turned on.”
“What if he’s faking it?” Doug asked.
“Kinda difficult to fake a hard-on like that.”
“Ah…” Doug said, mildly embarrassed. He continued watching, as the feeder shoveled more and more doughnuts into the feedee’s mouth. “When does it end?”
“When the feedee wants it to, I guess.”
“And when is that?”
“Again, depends on the feedee. Some guys don’t like feeling stuffed, and just graze throughout the day to get calories in. Some just want to eat until they’re comfortably full. Some want to eat past the point where it’s comfortable, where they’re too full to move and their stomach is painfully tight.”
“And they enjoy that?”
“It’s not that different from S&M, when you think about it. Just by different means.”
After pondering CJ’s point, Doug nodded his head. The appeal of this whole thing was slowly making more sense to him. “Sounds like there’s a lot of variety in how guys like to do this.”
“It’s like any scene in that way. The most extreme stuff is what the public sees because it has the most shock value. But that’s rarely representative of how a lot of people in the scene do it. There’s a lot more casual participation than you might think. Plenty of skinny guys who gain 20 pounds and get super excited by it.”
“Gotcha,” Doug said. Aa he thought about what CJ was telling him, a groan made him realize he’d tuned out the video. But he let CJ keep playing it, not wanting him to think he was grossed out by it. “Is it only the skinny guys who will gain in small amounts like that?”
“Nah.” CJ said. “Any guy of any size can gain as much or as little as they care to. It’s about doing what you want,” CJ said, prompting Doug to look into his eyes with raised eyebrows. “I mean, it’s about people doing what they want,” CJ clarified sheepishly.
Doug looked vacantly into the distance paying the video barely any mind. “So… if I, hypothetically, wanted to try gaining 10 pounds… just to see what it’s like… would that make me a gainer?”
CJ stayed still and quiet for a while, before he closed the video and put his phone in his pocket. “You know, I’m not sure. There’s a debate in the community about whether wanting to be bigger is what makes you a gainer, or if you have to be actively gaining weight to be one. So to be in the opposite situation–not wanting to be bigger, but doing it anyway–that’s interesting.”
“Who said I don’t want to do it?”
CJ’s eyes widened before he turned his head to face Doug. “I…”
“You said yourself, not everyone who’s into it is horny for being fat. If aesthetic appreciation is enough to be a gainer, why not curiosity?”
CJ looked like he was trying to find an answer for that question, and not succeeding.
After wrapping his arm a little more tightly around CJ’s shoulders, Doug leaned and ask, “What if I want a nice feeder who’s been nothing but good to me to have some more positive experiences around his kink?”
Stammering as he tried to formulate an answer, CJ was eventually able to blurt out, “Really?”
“Really,” Doug said softly. “I mean, I don’t know if I want you to feed me doughnuts like that. But maybe you could make or give me some of my favorite foods, in portions just a little bit more than is reasonable. But because they’re my favorites, I won’t be able to stop.”
CJ’s mouth hung open, before it curled into a smile. “What kind of food do you like?”
“Just about anything Italian is good with me.”
“Good,” CJ said as he patted Doug’s belly with a newfound enthusiasm. “Lots of carbs and cheese to help make this bigger.”
After CJ jumped off the couch, Doug sat still for a moment, before letting out a quiet chuckle. The belly patting had been a bit weird, but knowing that CJ had likely rushed off to the kitchen to cook him dinner made him feel like it was worth it. Maybe CJ could even teach him to not mind his belly so much. Yeah, he thought as he got up to join CJ in the kitchen. This could be a pretty good deal.
After Doug joined CJ in the kitchen, CJ asked, “How does chicken and penne in a pesto and garlic sauce sound?”
“Sounds great to me,” CJ said with a chuckle.
“Great! I hope you don’t mind if I use pre-grilled chicken. Makes my job a lot easier.”
“Listen, no matter how many shortcuts you take, this is still going to taste better than whatever the hell I would have eaten tonight.”
“What were you planning on eating?” CJ asked with a laugh.
“I hadn’t decided yet,” Doug said. Walking up to CJ, he hugged him from behind, surprising himself by enjoying how his belly fit into the curve of CJ’s back. “And now, I don’t have to,” he said tenderly.
Rather than freeze in place, CJ leaned his head back, gently pushing it into Doug’s, purring “Mmm” contently. Doug gave CJ a kiss on the cheek, before he let go and said, “Anyway, I don’t want to be in your way while you’re cooking.”
“Maybe I want you in my way,” CJ said with a sly smile.
“Hah, tempting, but with my luck, I’d probably find a way to get both of us burned.”
“Alright,” CJ sighed. Doug loved watching him cook. His expertise was evident, and he made it look easy. It was like watching a How It’s Made video, but it ended in a meal.
As CJ threw the pesto and garlic into the pot, the smells had Doug’s mouth watering. “Mmm, that smells amazing.”
“It’s going to taste even better,” CJ said with a grin. CJ set the table as he waited for the dish to cook. Once CJ had finished cooking and poured some on his plate, Doug couldn’t deny that it looked even better than it smelled. He was even more delighted to see that CJ had poured about a third of the pot on his plate, meaning there would be leftovers.
Or so he thought. Once CJ walked around to Doug’s side, he poured all of the remaining pasta on his plate. Doug stared at it with his eyebrows raised, before he looked back to the amount CJ had poured out for himself. Doug’s portion was at least twice as large as CJ’s, and was piled nearly to the sides of his plate. “You sure you don’t want some of this?” Doug asked.
“Oh no, baby, that’s all for you.”
Looking down at his plate, Doug gulped as he beheld the pile of food in front of him. “I mean, it looks really delicious.”
“Just wait until you taste it,” CJ said with a smirk, before he stuck his fork in and took a bite. “Mmmm. You’re in for a treat.”
Hesitantly picking up his fork, Doug skewered a few pieces of pasta and a piece of chicken. He told himself that if he got full, he could stop eating. CJ might not be happy about it, but that was his problem, not Doug’s.
Doug changed his tune as soon as he took a bite. As the flavors danced over his tongue, the chicken tender between his teeth, he chewed with a grin on his face. Once he swallowed that bite, he took another, bigger one. Forkful after forkful of the meal disappeared into his mouth, as Doug ate like the meal could disappear at any moment.
In a way, he was right. For in spite of just how much CJ had given him, Doug managed to finish it all before he felt full. As he devoured the last of the meal, he was glad he’d let loose and eaten as much as he wanted. Otherwise, he would have missed out on a lot of great food.
After Doug let out a satisfied sigh and put his fork down, he looked up at CJ with a smile. “That was delicious.”
“I can tell you enjoyed it,” he said.
With a chuckle, Doug asked, “Did you enjoy watching?”
With a nod, CJ asked, “How do you feel?”
Leaning back in his chair, Doug expected to be able to relax. But with his stomach no longer compressed, it seemed to expand to take up the space in front of him. And it was eager to let him know he’d overdone it. He could feel his stomach stretching to contain all the pasta, the pressure inside quite intense. It seemed he’d eaten past the point of comfortable fullness and was now…
“Stuffed,” Doug groaned. Without thinking, he lifted a hand to rub his belly, hoping to find some measure of relief. Whether he got any was questionable. What wasn’t questionable was just how intensely CJ was staring at his belly. “You enjoying this?”
CJ nodded his head, a bit of an embarrassed look on his face. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice higher pitched than usual.
“I’m glad one of us is,” Doug grunted.
“Maybe if I rub your belly, I could make it feel better,” CJ bashfully suggested.
Doug knew CJ wasn’t asking entirely out of the goodness of his heart. But if some belly rubs could make him feel better, why would he say no? “Sure,” he said, pushing himself up with a grunt.
“I would have happily come to you,” CJ teased, before lifted his hands and placed them on Doug’s midsection.
CJ rubbed gently, the motion of his hands more perceptible than the pressure of his touch. Doug supposed that was a good thing, if he didn’t want the contents of his stomach rustled. But he wouldn’t find out if CJ kept rubbing his gut all over, savoring every square inch of it. “Hey, my stomach is up here,” Doug said, before pointing to the top of his belly.
“Alright, alright,” CJ sighed, shifting his attention to the top of Doug’s belly. His touch remained light, muted even more by the fabric of Doug’s shirt. “How’s that feel?” he asked.
“Mmmm… not much different.”
“Well, I guess I better keep going,” CJ said with a grin.
Doug chuckled, but didn’t object, letting CJ have his harmless fun. It certainly wasn’t hurting his stomach, and seeing CJ smile was its own reward. To his surprise, he found himself enjoying the attention. It was like a caress of the cheek, not precisely sexual, but certainly intimate.
“You really don’t mind this?” CJ asked, that all too familiar uncertainty back in his voice.
After looking at CJ with half-lowered eyelids, Doug closed his eyes and shook his head from side to side. “C’mere, you,” he told CJ, before embracing him in a cozy hug. “Let’s go watch something,” he continued as he motioned toward the living room. “And you can rub my belly as much as you want.”
With his eyes open wide, CJ followed Doug as he strode into the living room. He could feel that his walk had changed as he maneuvered his stuffed stomach from one room to the other. He knew he’d eaten a lot, but he was still surprised by just how heavy all the food in his stomach felt. To his own surprise, he found himself looking forward to when CJ would rub his belly again.
As CJ queued up something for the two to pretend to watch, Doug leaned back and tried to get as comfortable as he could. He ended up nearly lying down on the couch, just barely able to see the screen over his belly. Once he’d settled in, CJ started rubbing his belly again. He caressed the whole surface, making no pretenses of only rubbing where CJ’s stomach was. But CJ didn’t mind. He was starting to appreciate CJ’s particular form of intimacy.
“I have a bone to pick with you, mister,” Doug said playfully as he strode into CJ’s apartment, his steps causing the loose items in the entryway to vibrate a little.
“And what might that be?” CJ asked, matching Doug’s playfulness in tone.
“I refuse to believe you haven’t noticed,” Doug said as he stood up tall, straightening his back to emphasize his rounded belly. The two had been dating for about a year, and it was showing on Doug’s figure. Doug figured that if he had noticed it, there was no way CJ could have missed it.
“Hey, I never made you eat anything. You willingly ate it all.”
“I know. And it’s all been delicious. That’s not what I mean.”
Looking at Doug with lowered eyelids, CJ eyed him up and down, until his eyes opened wide with realization. “Oh! You finally bought some clothes that fit!”
With his jacket off, it was plain to see that Doug’s tee shirt wrapped around his midsection with room to spare. And he needed it, for his belly had grown from an attention-grabbing protrusion to the centerpiece of his body. He was no longer just a guy with a belly. CJ had grown him into an undeniable fat guy. His belly was now wide enough to stick out past the sides of his chest. It stuck out so far in front of him that he now had to account for it as he walked. In a way, it was a nice reminder of how CJ took care of him.
But it had its drawbacks. “Do you know how expensive it is to replace an entire wardrobe? Especially at plus-size prices?”
“I’m familiar,” CJ said with a smirk.
“I had to go up two sizes, you know,” Doug said. His tone sounded like he was complaining, but he knew that CJ would enjoy hearing it. And more than he was willing to admit, he enjoyed it too.
CJ did not disappoint. “Really!” After walking over to Doug, CJ reached under his shirt to rub his belly. Doug swayed side to side with the motions, enjoying CJ’s attention. “Well if you hadn’t waited so long, you wouldn’t have had to jump two sizes, you silly goose.”
“I know, I know,” Doug admitted, his voices quieted by his enjoyment of CJ’s touch. Though he knew the belly was a tender area, he’d never considered how that tenderness could be used for pleasure before the two met.
“Then again, you did save money by skipping a size,” CJ said with a grin while Doug grumbled. “We’ll just have to make sure you fill these up too.”
Doug’s eyes shot open as he looked at CJ. “We’ll what now?”
“What did you expect?” CJ chuckled. “I mean, you did enjoy all the food that got you to this size, right?”
“Yes,” Doug replied, reluctantly and yet also sounding like he couldn’t wait until his next bite of CJ’s cooking.
“Good. Because I’ve made a lot for you tonight. Italian feast style.”
With an appreciative “Mmmm,” Doug pulled CJ in and kissed him on the forehead. “You spoil me.”
After giving Doug a kiss on the cheek, CJ walked toward the kitchen and shouted, “That’s the idea!”
Following behind CJ, Doug entered the kitchen and saw an impressive spread on the table. Breadsticks, spaghetti and meatballs, chicken parm, ravioli, and a few cannolis to round out the spread. It looked like it would make a satisfying meal for a medium-sized family. And minus whatever CJ ate, it was all for Doug. But by then, he was past the point of being surprised by how much food CJ made for him. And given how delicious CJ’s cooking was, he knew he’d finish it all too. Somehow, in spite of how much food there was, he would finish it all.
The two sat down and both filled their plates, albeit with Doug taking more than CJ did. Not that either of them minded. With an eager smile, Doug dipped a breadstick in marinara sauce and took a bite. Once he’d commenced eating, he wolfed down his first course, downing all the delicious pasta and cheese and bread like he was on a time limit. CJ’s cooking was just that delicious. Once Doug finished his first plate, he immediately started filling it up again, as CJ was still working on his.
“Oh,” Doug said with a bit of embarrassment. “Should I want until you’ve finished to take more?”
“You’re adorable,” CJ said. “I’m admiring the view. You keep on going.”
With a smile, Doug resumed filling up his plate. After cutting off a piece of his second chicken cutlet of the night, he took a bite, then another, then several more.
It was as he finished his second plate that Doug started to feel full. But by then, that was hardly a deterrent. CJ’s cooking was so delicious that he couldn’t help but eat more, even if his stomach protested. He knew from experience that it would find room.
Indeed, by the time he finished his third plate, all that delicious food had found room in his stomach. It was certainly making its presence known as it did so, pushing out with enough pressure to make Doug sit back straight in his chair. He let out a sigh as he started rubbing his belly, finding just enough relief in it to keep rubbing. As he looked up covertly, he saw CJ eyeing him with a wide smile. He tried to stifle a smirk, but knowing how much pleasure his display brought CJ made that difficult. So he looked down farther, attempting to hide his face as he caressed his swollen gut.
But before long, he was filling his plate yet again. As he bent forward, pushing against his stuffed belly, he grunted as he reached for the platters. Soon enough, his plate was full, and he was chowing down yet again. No matter how full he got, he just couldn’t resist the taste of CJ’s cooking. He just couldn’t stop eating.
But finishing the fourth plate certainly put him to the test. Once he’d finished his last bite, he let his fork drop on his plate with a clang. Groaning in a mix of pleasure and pain, he gave his belly a few light pats. Anything harder would have disturbed his stomach to a painful extent. He then rubbed his belly gently, wanting relief but knowing his stomach would object to anything but the lightest of touches.
CJ, on the other hand, certainly didn’t object to any kind of attention that Doug gave his belly. With the last bits of his food going cold on his plate, he watched Doug with his chin in his hand and a smile on his face. With lowered eyelids, his eyes stayed locked on his voracious boyfriend. Doug had previously asked him “Do you mind?” for such glances, to which he’d reply, “Not at all.” But now, Doug enjoyed the attention. The fact that him enjoying himself could bring his boyfriend so much joy made it a win-win.
It was the desire to put on a show that helped him take what was left of the food, in spite of his stomach protesting him merely leaning toward the platters. But he pushed through the pain, and soon enough, his plate was full again. One last course, and all the food would be gone, stuffed into his swollen belly.
If he were eating a smaller meal, Doug might have been sad it had to come to an end. But CJ had a talent for portioning the meals he cooked. They were always just big enough that Doug didn’t find himself wanting more when they were over. Yet they were also not so big that finishing them became a chore. It was that balance that had helped him grow Doug to his current size.
And that night was no exception. For when Doug took the last bite of his fifth course, he enjoyed it thoroughly, yet had no desire to take another. As he sat back in his chair, his stomach felt like it had a boulder in it. “I don’t think I can get up, babe,” he groaned.
“Then don’t,” CJ said before getting up from his chair. After walking behind Doug and leaning down, he wrapped his arms around the chair and brought his hands down on Doug’s belly. Doug jolted a little at the sudden touch, before he relaxed and let CJ do what he did best. There was a lot more for him to rub those days, and Doug didn’t mind CJ taking his time.
“If you like,” CJ whispered in his ear. “I could feed you those cannolis.”
“Heh, oof,” Doug replied, chuckling before letting out a grunt as the laughter upset the massive mound of food in his stomach. “I don’t think I have the room, babe.”
“Okay,” CJ replied as he gently rubbed Doug’s swollen gut. “Another time, then.”
Gerald could only stare as Doug double fisted the two appetizers he’d ordered. He alternated with buffalo wings in one hand and mozzarella sticks in the other. Gerald hadn’t ordered an appetizer for himself, so he couldn’t do much but watch as Doug ate. But the way Doug wolfed down his food was hard to look away from regardless.
“Okay, so,” Doug started as he stripped the remaining meat off of a wing. “The whole feedee thing is a little more intense than I realized. But honestly? I still say it’s worth it.” After dipping a mozzarella stick in tomato sauce and shoving the whole thing in his mouth, he concluded, “Especially with how hungry I am these days. I’m really glad someone else is paying my food bills!” he chuckled through a mouth full of cheese.
“Is he paying for this dinner too?”
“Oh no, I’m picking this up myself. We aren’t quite at the level of him giving me a credit card attached to his account to use on food. Although he does give me supermarket gift cards so I don’t have to be stingy when grocery shopping.”
“It shows,” Gerald said quietly, looking down at Doug’s hefty belly. Doug’s shirt had been tight when he walked in the restaurant, wrapped around his mountainous belly in a way that left little to the imagination. But he could feel the denim of his jeans against the bottom of his belly. It was riding up already, revealing the truck-tire-sized gut beneath. And it was only going to ride up more as he kept eating.
“Is there anything wrong with that?” Doug asked.
“You know, I don’t think there is. You’re clearly happy. And it sounds like he’s happy. If you’re both making each other happy, isn’t that what a good relationship should be about?”
“I’d say so,” Doug said before chowing down on another wing.
“I’m just amazed at how quickly you can put it all away.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Doug chuckled, before patting his hefty belly with his free hand. From beneath the tight shirt, Gerald could see ripples travel across Doug’s belly as he patted it. They had far to travel, but made it to the other side, before he took another bite.