A Bittersweet Symphony (3rd mvt.)

III – [Scherzo – Rondo allegretto] “Out of Sean’s past”

  Sean was a feeder. Raised in the country, where good food was always the first step toward great sex, he would have invented feederism, had there been no gainers and feeders before him. In fact, he had only found out about gaining and feeding websites or groups when he had first logged in on the Internet, and he was already 25 years old. He had been involved in quite a few great, fattening relationships by then.

  His first attempt at feeding boys was when he turned 15. He had realized once and for all that he was gay, having his first crush on one of his classmates, Pete. He kind of knew it was a mutual attraction too. They went to movies, parties and other teen stuff, to the point where they became like inseparable, and more intimate with each other very soon. It started with little things, as they were slow to get fully on with it in spite of their attraction toward each other. They had been very cuddly from the start, but Pete was still uncertain when it came to actually having sex.

  To cut down on the tension, Sean would usually offer Pete some food: cookies, cake, cheesecake, all sorts of sweets – soft drinks and more ‘adult’ drinks like beer or light cocktails... He was good at this, and quite a good cook already: when they had a chance to spend a night alone, Sean would fix up lasagna for his boyfriend, or whatever favorite meal Pete had in mind. They felt a lot better – Pete was less on his guard and Sean was happy: Following this pattern, their food play had swiftly evolved into sweaty sex play. Sean was always on top. He didn’t know he had such a domineering personality in him before, but this was going to be the definition of sex to him: take a thin guy, seduce him and feed him too much, play with his full belly to entice him, fatten him up and turn him into a more enjoyable sex slave...

  Even as a teen, you could tell Sean was going to become quite a good-looking guy. His first love story with Pete had been a success: It lasted more than six solid months. They had to stop seeing each other only because their moms were getting worried about the true nature of their friendship – and for good reason... What betrayed them, however, was that Pete had put on more than 40lbs, going out with Sean, and that he had no intention of loosing a single pound of flesh or an inch of belly! In the end, they had to move to some other place. Sean missed his chubby boyfriend, but he kept in touch with him and went on to his next prey.

  He was a very active guy, going to the gym twice a week, and taking good care of himself. Looking damn serious most of the time, he looked a little older than he was, maybe, but with such a well-built, well-hung, strong and cut body, he could have had any man or woman he wanted... He was not the showing-off type, but he was pretty confident about himself. His great inner strength was his will: When Sean had set his mind on something, there was no way he wouldn’t get it in the end. He had been a good student, he was now successful in his job. The money was good. He had bought some rundown place in the country and arranged it into a large house, where he felt more like himself and – much more important – where he could have a guy over to feed him just the way he liked.

  As a matter of fact, Sean was even more successful as a feeder than on any other level. Sometimes, he liked to see it as his “calling” in life. After a short while, Sean had considerably improved his technique for fattening up thin or strapping young men. He had also developed some sort of sixth sense to figure out sensitive or susceptible muscle hunks who needed just the right amount of male encouragement to definitely slip into chubbiness – well-fed sportsmen or party boys who had been fighting the battle of the bulge for a while and were eager to surrender... Within a few months, Sean was able to turn a guy's life around – have him forget all his values and lessons in life and teach him some more interesting, dirty new ones – taking care of everything and introducing him to the pleasures of overeating and drinking in binge... until he had to let him go away, considerably bigger and fatter, but a much more satisfied man than he was before. Sean would never force anyone into eating or drinking too much – but the way he looked at you, subtly but surely talked you into it – the way he cared and cooked for you – the way he touched you deeper than you had ever dared to explore, most of the time – Boy, you HAD to eat!...

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  Now that Jim had gone back to work, Sean was feeling a little depressed, cleaning the kitchen, bedrooms, pool house and living room. There were no leftovers, as promised. There was not much left there, in fact... Just the house. Big and empty as it was.

  Once again, Sean had let his guest go back to whatever his life was or would be – with a big smile on his face. After four weeks packed with fattening entertainment, sex and all kinds of exciting mind and body plays, he was facing the emptiness of it. Sean didn’t feel so good, as much as he was used to being in that kind of situation. Once they were plump and round enough to become the best boyfriends, these guys had to leave him – and they didn’t seem to mind that much.

  When the house was all clean and ready to be closed, Sean quietly sat on the couch, and looked at Jim’s daily progress pics... It was amazing to see the boy’s belly get full, just peaking, taking shape then blossom into a large, bulging pot, with growing love handles, and overlapping on his speedo – his thighs and arms getting thicker and plump, too – his ass cheeks rounding up and starting to droop a little from too much weight and softness – his pecs turning into fleshy man tits... He had really been growing fatter and fatter, and yummier by the day!

  Hard as he was, looking at that fast succession of pics, Sean was also proud about Jim’s weight gain and awesome growth. He paused to remember and compared him with some of his earlier fat boys...

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  Sometimes, he would feel like playing or challenging himself. It would be for his next guy’s best interest, after all! so he wanted to try new things out and sharpen his state-of-the-art technique to some superior level. These occasions were scarce, but they made for the best memories. After one of his latest feeding projects had been completed, leaving his 24 year old boyfriend with a gain of 120 pounds that really looked good on the boy's 5'8" frame, Sean felt like going to a gay club, for a change of pace. He had just gone to the bar when this cocky young stud started hitting on him. He was a tall and lanky, good-looking blonde, wearing a skin-tight T-shirt that put his pecs, biceps and abs on display, with a pair of light jeans just so tight around his bubble butt.

  Sean scanned him immediately: A bit young for his taste, not more than 18 years old – 6'2", maybe 3" – and weighing probably less than 180 pounds of what looked like solid muscles – the type of boy easily drunk, still green, and probably not that great in bed... Besides, the way he talked to Sean was more irritating than appealing to him – like he was doing Sean a favor, just standing in front of him and not ignoring his presence. Sean was a bit shorter than him but pretty much so defined as he was, and he looked more relaxed – which was only to be polite, because he found the boy’s conversation annoying and pointless. He wasn’t so much listening to him than thinking about his case, anyway... Clearly, that boy had no problem about self-confidence! But, for an experienced guy like Sean, these tricks were like see-through: It was most certainly an act, and it would be good for the boy to learn a few lessons. Then it hit him: Sean was thinking “God, if he doesn’t have an ego the size of Mount Rushmore...” – and came to his conclusion “What if I made him grow to the size of that ego ?”

  That was just the thing to do, of course. Sean offered the boy another drink, then took him to the back of the club and fucked him better than he deserved. Then, as the boy was already drunk and drifting into sleep, Sean took him home to his apartment. He took off all his clothes and carefully put his trim, limp body on the scale.

“So... 182lbs for you, big boy ? How about ‘double or nothing’ ?”

  Now that he had plans for him – and so out of the ordinary, even for a feeder like him – he was looking at the boy in a different way. With the eyes of a feeder, but also like a bigger brother, somehow – Sean never lost touch with his good nature for long. This boy was just so hasty, selfish and clumsy during sex as Sean thought. He needed help...

  Mike woke up late, the next morning. Finding himself naked in bed with a stranger – and in his apartment, he almost freaked out. But Sean was there to make him feel better. He didn’t mention their night at the club, invited him over breakfast in a polite but really casual way, then started talking to him. It wasn’t small talk, either. Sean was being friendly, but Mike had too many questions. As he was getting angry at him too, Sean let it out that last night was obviously Mike’s first time with a man. The boy choked on his pancake when he heard that, and reacted more revolted as, in point of fact, it was true.

“I didn’t mean to put you down. After all, you have to start some day...”

“What do you know about it ?!!”

“You think I’ve been waiting for you ? Puh-lease... But I can help you.”

“Like I need the help of an old guy!”

“Older guy” is okay, “old” is out of the question. I’m only 26.”

“I don’t want to get involved in a relationship, really...”

“I’m not talking about a relationship.”

“...What’s your deal, then ?”

  Sean talked about being his “sex coach” for a while, leaving him free to date anyone he wanted in the meantime, but teaching him the right moves – and as Sean introduced that idea to him matter-of-factly, he could see the temptation crawling inside Mike’s mind and body. The boy refused at first, but it would not be long before he snapped.

“If you change your mind, you know my address now.”

“I don’t care about your address. I hardly care about you.”

“...and if you’re too lazy to remember it or look for my phone number, just call this one. It’s my cell phone. If you haven’t called in a week, deal’s off.”

  Mike called in the evening – then every evening... After a week, he was acting more natural and relaxed around Sean. And just as expected, his true nature was shy, unsure – and not so easy to cope with. But he always accepted to have dinner with Sean, go to a restaurant or a bar. This would only warm up Mike before Sean taught him his “lesson” at his place. The boy was more than pleased with that method. He didn’t call Sean “old” anymore. He had never thought about him as an “old guy”, anyway. But now, he was impressed at his strength and technique. He was also a little intimidated by him, to be honest: Sean was always so nice to him during the evening, then so dominant and rough when he took him to bed. The contrast between these two attitudes was incredibly appealing to him – but puzzling too, sometimes...

  Sean also had his share of a good deal. Mike was proving to be an apt pupil, and giving him back some pleasure as they had better sex together now. The boy was easily submissive too, which encouraged Sean to plan for harder sex lessons after a few weeks. Mike turned out to be a lot into kink, actually, much more than he expected. Little did he know then that the boy’s biggest turn-on and most secret wish was to be handcuffed, blindfolded and tied to the bedpost. Sean wasn’t so much into that kind of bondage stuff, as he wanted his partner’s body to move along with the strokes, among other things... But this was a possible step toward feeding, even force feeding, so Sean thought about it – and after a month of practice, they approached bondage and some light S&M situations in the bedroom with surprisingly good results.

  It was only a fling, anyway, according to both of them – Sean had more carefully laid plans than Mike had, but even he had no idea how long their relationship would last, and if he could fatten him up so much as he wanted to... Only the more time they spent with each other, the more they both wanted to go on like this.

  Mike was still waiting for Sean to put on a black “Master” outfit – which was so not like Sean, even if he had bought a few leather accessories for both of them... Sean was also waiting for the main course as feeder – although the boy already ate pretty well.

  Like most teenage, sexually active guys, Mike had a large appetite: You just put food in front of him and he would eat without questions or thanks. It was a sign of love to get such large amounts of food in every meal, and never less than five meals a day... Mike admitted he loved the way Sean cooked for him. It would mostly qualify as comfort food – before or after their sex sessions: lasagna, spaghetti with meatballs or fettucine alfredo, fried chicken and potatoes, roasted ham and pineapples served Hawaiian-style, all kinds of sweet pies with ice-cream, creamy chocolate cakes and muffins, pancakes and so on...

  Sean was also coaching Mike at the gym – in a way. His first duty was to make him cut down on the cardio exercises and start him on a heavy-duty course – which was easier said than done – but after a while, Mike followed Sean straight to the machines and didn’t mention running anymore. Then Sean encouraged him to lift heavier in short series and work out his pecs and shoulders, along with his arms and thighs. He had also told him he could come and join Mike at the gym only once a week, because he had too much work to do – and so, without even realizing, Mike stopped working out on Mondays and Wednesdays. He didn’t feel good anymore, going there alone and pumping iron without Sean’s kind words of encouragement, or his appreciative looks... Mike would go to his apartment, instead – Sean had given him a spare key – and wait for his friend to come back. There was always pie or cake waiting for him on the kitchen table, almost hot from the oven as Sean had baked it in the morning, before going to work. There would also be a note with a few loving words. Mike read the note, put it in his wallet and ate the pie, washing it down with the whole milk Sean kept in the fridge, thinking about him. Then he would go to the living room, sit on the couch, look at his lover’s pics. Mike was already hard. He usually ended up jerking off in the bathroom. Sean had totally won him over.

“You know, I’ve seen this pair of pants, on my way from work. Leather pants... I think they would look great on you. What do you say ?”

“You want to buy me new clothes ? I’m in!”

  Sure enough, Sean wanted and needed to buy his boyfriend some new clothes: Mike was filling up the jeans and shirts he was wearing a little too well, by now. When Mike tried his new pants on, Sean made sure that they were two sizes larger than his current ones. They fit perfectly around his ass and thighs, bending a little under Mike’s growing gut. He looked so good in them, Sean didn’t hesitate to make his boy feel how hard he was in the small changing room. Mike blushed. They kissed. He was happy: the pants were just his style, and fitting the way he liked. As he was changing back into his old clothes, Sean put the leather pants back and came to the counter with a pair two sizes even larger, unnoticed to Mike...

  Two days before, Sean and Mike had half-jokingly celebrated their three months anniversary, being in a relationship together for that long and calling it a “relationship” for the very first time. After a rather light dinner, a few drinks and a long, raw sex exam, Sean put his boy on the scale again – drunk and asleep as he was. Mike was noticeably bigger and curvier, getting plump in all the right places.

“205lbs ? That’s more like it...”

  When he first put on his new clothes, Mike was of course surprised that he was almost floating in them, but he was more than a little relieved: for the last few weeks, he had been a really greedy boy, and he was afraid Sean would mind. He had put on weight, and it showed: Mike’s stomach, chest and rear were beginning to bulge and stretch the seams of his old clothes. After two months with Sean, he had taken to leaving the front button and fly open, covering it with his shirt so nobody would notice during his days at school. Now, even with his jeans open, he could hardly breathe or fit in them... His love handles were growing as well, and getting harder to cover with his shirts, no matter how loose these used to be, as the fleshy rolls around his waist were pretty chunky already... Good thing that there was some room left in these new pants!

  Sean was always so cuddly around him, probably even more now that Mike had grown that much more skin for his lover to grab on and play with. Sean was so sensual, always more insatiable as he was more giving, and he was drowning Mike with pleasure. Sometimes, the boy thought he was only taking advantage of his sex master. It dawned on him then, that he was afraid he could lose him. And he would probably lose him if he kept putting on weight like that! It started to worry him, but he couldn’t possibly say no when Sean offered him a second or a third helping with a smile.

  At that point, Mike thought he had truly fallen in love with Sean. It was the first time he was feeling so great with a man. Sean had made him proud of everything he was – so lazy, so gay, so submissive... and with quite an appetite for good food and sex! Their relationship was very fulfilling for both of them, on many levels. Mike had left his dorm without regret to move in with Sean – who was even helping him with his studies... Mike was a little behind in Maths, and Sean didn’t want him to fail – he had big plans for his boy’s Spring Break. He was cooking his favorite meals every evening, and lots of it! Mike was feeling a lot better, staying at Sean’s place: he thought his boyfriend wouldn’t have asked him to stay if he wanted to break up with him. At least not in the near future. It was secretly comforting to him, and so he indulged himself without looking back to how many helpings and desserts he had been served – when Sean was secretly delighted by his boy’s growing appetite and very noticeable recent gluttony!

  It was all for the best, anyway: They were having sex every evening now, all night long – and all day too, during the week-ends, going from one Role Play Game to another, following Mike’s desires and Sean’s vivid imagination. Mike was an incomparably more skilful partner now than when he had first met Sean. On the other hand, his master showed more interest than ever in his boy’s growing and softening body – which made Mike shaking all over, and almost dizzy. He was more sensitive around his bellybutton and ass, answering to Sean’s every demand in bed – and in the kitchen – as his master always agreed to tie him or do it just the way he wanted, making him beg for it most of the time, stuffing his gut and pleasing him to the point where it was painful... Mike was his helpless little lamb – or rather, growing pig! – feeling his heart racing before the slaughter, and writhing in ecstasy during all of it...

  Sean could easily consider his boyfriend like a pig – as all his classmates did, behind his large back – but he never really treated him like one, not even during their sex plays... For the last few days, Mike had also been coming back to his place at noon, and he was eating all his meals there now. He would always accept a third helping or refill, and didn’t leave any leftovers – just like Sean had taught him... Before Mike knew it, his feeder boyfriend had put him on a strict diet: his meals were the most fattening kind Sean had ever cooked before! To top it all, he made sure that Mike always had something to eat: the fridge was full, and there were candy bars everywhere in the apartment’s kitchen, on the living room tables, even in their bedroom... Sean also filled his school bag with sandwiches, sweets and soft drinks. It worked because it was never done in a blunt way – Mike couldn’t complain about being cared for so well.

  Then, Sean limited Mike’s outdoor activities to a minimum. There was nothing left but his weekly workout at the gym. Mike spent most of the time sitting on the couch or lying in bed – as Sean never missed a chance to be with him and make him hungry. Mike had to eat as much and so often as possible. Then Sean would come and feed him some more, just to play with his stuffed body, make him drunk and drowsy with hot sex. That was a lot to take in for Mike, all at once sometimes... but he was getting fairly lazy and greedy, anyway – and after a few satisfied belches, he would sleep like a baby.

  All these efforts paid off soon enough: by the time Mike was finished with his exams, he was tipping the scales at 220lbs – if not more... Sean congratulated him for passing his exams, and as he wanted to give him a gift, he was pleased that Mike asked for some new clothes again.

“All right, I’ll buy you some new clothes – the kind that’s easily stripped down...”

“Jockstrap – really ? You said you didn’t like that...”

“Come on, this is for you to enjoy, too... But, to be honest, I was more thinking about spending some time together at my new place, as a gift to you.”

“The place I saw in your pictures ? That would be great!”

“How about a month together, then – just the two of us ?”

“I’m in.”

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  When they came into Sean’s living room, Mike was welcomed with a large box on the couch. It was sent through Feed-Ex [no publicity here...] with a card and a few words of congratulations from Sean. There was a complete slave suit in the box – very slutty, with leather straps adjusting with large buckles to fit his chest, chrome snaps connected to strong O-rings on the front and back. There was another strong, black leather band that would run along his spine down to his hips and crotch, where the built-in cock ring was connected to the last O-ring behind his lower back by a leather belt with another large buckle. Sean could handcuff Mike to that last ring... and this would be his only clothes for a month here! Mike was very enthusiastic about it. He immediately put the outfit on, and showed it to Sean, beaming.

“So... you like it ?”

“I love it! Thank you so much... Master ?”

“Yeah... It looks really good on you, my little slave boy.”

“Do you have a mirror ?”

“In the bathroom. You will go there, but... Come to me first.”

  Sean fondled his boy’s body in that suit. It was perfect for what he had in mind: he had chosen a model where the leather straps only restrained Mike’s chest, shoulders and back – leaving his ass exposed, and his belly completely free to expand into a huge ball full of fattening foods... They were both so hot that they had to have sex right now. Sean took his time with Mike, leaving the boy numb and dry – so much that he was ravenous, when he invited him to keep it up in the kitchen...

  Then it was time for what Sean called feeding! He was really pleased: Everything in the kitchen was brand new – he had waited for this moment for months, and Mike was not disappointing him. Whatever Sean was cooking for him, Mike stuffed his face with it as soon as it was put in front of him: beef and ham, deep-fried chicken breasts and wings, large servings of potatoes and gravy, fried onions and French fries, and pastas – followed by desserts that were almost forced on him in even larger amounts: chocolate cakes and cheesecakes, apple pies, lemon meringue pies, banana cream pies, juicy pear tarts and apricot tarts... The boy’s belly was swelling and expanding, unrestrained, with every new bite he was taking. Then there were more pastries to come – pancakes and muffins, and more chocolate fudge cake... Sean wasn’t even slowing down, baking more pancakes when Mike was struggling to chow down and take in the ones he had now with maple syrup. He was amazed at Sean’s enthusiasm – and at his own gluttony! He had never eaten so much, or so easily!

  Of course, the only limit that was left to tell how stuffed he was on Sean’s food was his belly skin itself – buttery, plump and expandable as it was. Mike had no idea how this leather outfit would be comfortable in such situations, too – and when he could have felt guilty for overeating so much and so fast, he was feeling pretty good now that only his belly was stretched!

  After such a long and rich meal, Mike was feeling lazy and horny again. So was Sean. They took a nap for an hour or so, then Sean began massaging his boy’s belly, and fondled his growing rolls, pressed and caressed his bulging, stuffed gut, worked his way to Mike’s rounding ass, then he was too hot and hard to wait any longer. Mike asked him for handcuffs again, so he tied him to the bed and they had sex, followed – or laced with – more belly play... Then Sean took a shower, leaving Mike to rest and comfortably burp on the bed – and after a few more cuddling and belly pats, it would be time for another long, filling meal...

  Sure enough, Mike was gaining nicely. And it showed so well, as he walked around the room in that leather slave suit... But Sean never said a word about his expanding belly. He was very mischievous when he encouraged Mike to eat more and again. Mike felt sexy in bed, because Sean worshipped his soft curves and rolls, and he made him enjoy his own body as well as his boyfriend’s strong muscles. But in the daytime, when he looked in a mirror, Mike had doubts about himself – was this greasy, overhanging full gut really attractive to someone like Sean ?... or was he just being nice with him and basically telling him he loved him no matter how plump he was ?

  Mike wasn’t really good at decoding cryptic messages or signals like these. Sean was taking advantage of it and confused him sometimes. They were at the supermarket and Mike looked at Sean – his boyfriend wasn’t listening to him – his eyes were lost in adoration, as that young hunk of a boy was standing there by the ice-cream windows. He actually bore some resemblance to Mike – at least, when Mike had first met Sean, and he was 50 to 60lbs thinner... Then, Sean answered exactly to his question, looked back at him and packed five large buckets of ice-cream to feed his boy. Mike didn’t protest or say anything. He was hungry but he was convinced he was too fat, patting the underside of his gut. When they were back at Sean’s place and in the kitchen, he asked him:

“Do you think I should go on a diet ?”

  Then Sean knew they were at the crossroads. He had to play his cards right.

“I’m glad you talk about this. I think maybe you should...”

“Why didn’t you tell me before ?”

“I didn’t want to be hasty. You’re eating... pretty well.”

“I know. I’m eating too well on your cooking.”

“No problem, really. It’s nice that you have such a grown-up appetite. And I wouldn’t mind cooking more for you...”

“You’re being really nice to me, Sean, but... Do you really think I’m attractive ?”

“What kind of a question is that ?”

“...Do you ?”

“Of course I do. And you’re a great boyfriend.”

“Then, why... Oh, fuck this! it’s so stupid...”

“What is ?”

“Why are you looking at hot, muscle guys the way you do ?”

“Hot muscle guys ?... When did I do that ?”

“When we were at the ice-cream parlour. That guy was so turning you on. How can I turn you on as well, when I’m getting fat like a hog ?”

“Is that what this is about ? I wasn’t looking at that gym guy.”

“Don’t lie to me, you were definitely looking at someone.”

“All right, I was. I didn’t think you would notice, but okay. If you want to know, I was looking at that young clerk... the one who helped me with the ice-cream.”

“Who ? Oh, you mean... No way! that FAT boy ?”

  Mike remembered there was this grocery clerk, a guy they had recently hired, who had to weigh 300lbs at least. He sported a large ball of a gut, topped with drooping man boobs and his round nipples showing under the company shirt. Of course, the cold didn’t help. Mike didn’t believe it.

“You had the hots... for him ? That little fatso turned you on ? Then...”

“It’s fine, really. Forget it, all right ? I only have eyes for you, Mike.”

“I don’t get it, but then... you really like me the way I am ?”

“Hey, I’m a little responsible for the way you are now. And I love it.”

“Why did you agree with me going on a diet, then ?”

“I meant a diet that will fatten you up. Didn’t you mean a fattening diet ?...”

“Huh... No, I...”

“Well, you should go on a diet where you do nothing but eat and eat all day.”

“...Eat and eat, all day ?”

“You’ve noticed it today, Mike. I have a thing for nice and chubby, overweight, overeating guys. There’s only one better kind of guys – the best: reasonably thin guys who put on weight, get unreasonably fat and want more of it... A lot more!”

“Is this how I got to keep you as a boyfriend ? I really made you happy as I was gaining weight ?”

“Well, among other things... But yeah, you did. You so turn me on, Mike.”

  Sean was holding him in a tight embrace, but Mike was still worried.

“What’s wrong, Mike ?”

“I guess... I was afraid to lose you. I’m sorry. It’s ridiculous. But I can’t help thinking, if you’re looking at fatter guys like that, and not me anymore...”

“When I first saw you, I thought you were way too skinny. But you’re a nice boy. And we worked along great. And you’ve gained some weight. You have nothing to be afraid of...”

“No... I don’t want to take that risk.”

  Mike’s voice was incredibly serious. Sean suspected he had already won, but it was so pleasing to him that he wanted the game to last a little longer. Just for sport.

“Risk ? What risk ?”

“There are so many other ‘nice guys’. Chubby or not. You don’t look at them, but I keep seeing them looking at you. If they had the chance, they would elbow me out of the way. And I couldn’t stand it. Right now, I want to keep you as my coach and master. You know I want it and you should want it, too! I’m not finished learning what you said you would teach me.”

“All right, then... See ? We’re not finished.”

“I don’t want this to end before I’m done! So... I understand you’re looking for a very specific kind of guy – right ? I’m actually glad that I’m the only one to know about this. All these guys muttering ‘what’s such a hunk doing with that tub of lard’... I get it. If it comes down to this, I’ll be that guy for you.”

“So... You would be ready to go on that diet ?”

“Yuh huh. Just... Just tell me what you want from me, Sean.”

“I won’t ask you to become another person just for me, Mike. Just be yourself. I want you to keep eating everything you like – just... a lot more than you do now.”

“Okay. Shouldn’t be so hard...”

“Then I want you to gain weight and grow a much bigger belly."

“Okay...”
“I want your body to be totally mine, too: You will be lazy and submissive – open your mouth and eat when I tell you to eat. Open wider when I will make you drink. Listen to me and let me take care of you, then.”

“Okay...”
“I will put you on the scales today. Maybe take some measurements too. Then you will eat and be fed until there’s nothing left in the fridge.”

  Mike felt his heart skip a beat.

“But, we just did all our grocery shopping for the week-end! If I leave the fridge empty tonight...”
“I’ll go back and fill it again tomorrow.”

“I mean... If I keep eating like that every day, I'll end up fatter than...”

“How about, fatter than that grocery clerk ?”

■

  It looked like it was a big sacrifice on Mike’s part to put on more than 80lbs for Sean – but he had soon considered the better aspects of that deal, too. Sean completely belonged to him now – and he was so devoted to feeding him and teaching some new sex moves to his ever fatter, stuffed bottom partner – it made Mike melt under his touch. He had stopped worrying about his weight, and was showing quite a glutton’s appetite. Of course, Sean was still feeding him too much, and in more aggressive ways, but it was most appealing to him.

  Mike had first been weighed in at 225lbs, with a nice beginning belly and a 40” waist. They had a long road before them, but they were both determined to go all the way. In fact, as he wanted to make a strong statement to encourage Mike and make him more comfortable about it, Sean had finally accepted to cuff him to the living room’s large radiator – the boy’s ankles were also tied to each other as he was sitting on a small mattress, wearing nothing but his jockstrap briefs now, and his right hand was only free so he would dig in and stuff his face with all the good food Sean was leaving in large plates and bowls around him. It was not the most comfortable position for Mike, but it kept him in a permanent horny and hungry state, no matter how full he was or how stuffed Sean forced him like a sausage.

  Using such methods, it was obvious that Mike would gain and grow quite fast... When Spring break was over, Mike was tipping the scale at 248lbs, with most of his gain showing in his belly, chest and ass, much to Sean’s pleasure. The boy was feeling a lot better about it too, even proud as he let his belly bulge and hang over his new pants. He wanted more!

  Back in town, Mike was welcomed by what felt like a round of applause, in a way. His friends were all like: “Hey, fatty!” – “So, have you thought of a name or is it going to be twins ?” – “Seriously, dude, what did you eat last night ? your family ?” – “Is that really your gut, or did you hide the children’s beach ball under your shirt ?” – “And what a plump rear! You’ve gone camping inside a Swiss cheese or what ?” – and so on. You get the picture...

  Mike changed clothes again, changed friends, changed his gym membership card for some Burger King coupons... That Fall was all about change, really. Mike had grown round and plump, and he had grown to love this – but maybe Sean wasn’t enough to make him feel really totally good about it: Mike wanted to be seen as a fat boy, but in a positive way. He started searching on the Internet for some Fat Admirers websites.

  On all the progress pics Sean had taken of him, Mike was more than attractive – he was like a live gainer show... There were so many clicks on his profile that he was a little afraid that he couldn’t pick up the good guys among the proverbial crowd of lurkers and fakes... Yet, after a few evenings on Sean’s computer, he had been chatting with two or three serious guys, that were so attractive and interesting to him as he was to them.

  As it happens so often, there was one particular guy who was the apple of Mike’s eye right then. He said his name was Bob. He was turning 19. His profile said 5’9’’ and no more than 170lbs, but he sounded determined and willing to grow up to 300lbs. Mike had talked about Sean and his feeding sessions – not giving away a lot of details, as he didn’t want Bob to lose interest in him too soon... until one evening, out of the blue, he had invited him to join them for a week or two and be fed like he was.

  Now, Mike found himself in big trouble. He tried to talk about his new friend carefully, slowly coming to the point... Sean had already smelled the rat, and he knew which websites, groups, rings and chat rooms Mike had been going to lately. Having another young boy to feed didn’t sound so good to him, but as Mike had finally had the guts to ask this from him as a personal favour, he thought further about it and accepted.

  By that time, Mike had grown quite well – his round paunch was growing fast, and blubbery – and his weight was close to 260lbs. But Sean was sensitive enough to know that the ‘magic’ of their relationship was fading – if you wanted to put it that way: Mike and him were looking for very different kinds of boyfriend. For their next vacation together, Sean had only had to say the magic word: “food slave”, and Mike was immediately on board. But it was a misunderstanding – while Sean put the emphasis on the food part, Mike had highlighted the word slave – a good compromise, but soon to be a disaster for both of them.

  Having another boy under his care – assuming Mike really cared for him too – and turning him into a decent boyfriend to let him go... now, that didn’t sound so bad, after all! Sean joined Mike one evening, and chatted a little with Bob to make things right. He wasn’t really enthusiastic about Bob, like Mike was: The boy’s pics looked good, barely above average to Sean, but he didn’t sound very bright and the closest thing he knew to spelling was Tori Spelling – which Sean felt was kind of a shame, for a gay dude...

  Then, this wasn’t a boyfriend hunt for him – and you could tell Bob was serious about eating (too much), being fed (way too much) and getting (way) fat! Sean let Bob have his (way)s in the chat room, but he would take care of everything, as soon as they met. Fortunately, Mike and Bob had pretty much the same schedules, so they planned for a two-weeks feeding session at Sean’s place.

■

  The memories of those two weeks – and the following feeding sessions the three of them shared for a while – brought Sean back to the present. It was a pity that he had not used that cage with Jim – just the swing he had put in the kitchen. He had only bought it about a year ago, then he had made some arrangements on the leather seat and chains. When Mike and Bob had followed him into the living/feeding room, Sean had just installed that steel cage - which was in the basement now. Sean had found it on e-bay. It belonged to an old circus whose manager was going bankrupt. It was certainly meant for tigers, at first – now for either of his plump boys to be...

  Mike and Bob wanted to flip a coin to decide, but Sean had already told Bob to get naked and get in. He was so naturally commanding that the thin boy was immediately there – excited and hard. Mike was hard too: it was the first time he saw Bob naked for real... Sean had them weighed in – at 290lbs for Mike, and only 174lbs for Bob. Then he ordered the thin boy to sit in the cage, close to the steel bars – where he handcuffed him to one, making sure that he wouldn’t back off when he force fed him. Then, Mike was back into his slave suit, and they were ready to go.

  These two weeks were so packed that they flew by in a whisper. Sean had to cook more than ever. Mike had to gorge himself even more, while Sean was taking care of their ‘guest’... Watching the two others go on was encouraging for each one of them. So much eating would have been easily considered like torture for any average-sized guy like Bob, as Sean wasn’t really patient with him – but he was a good sport, and he did his best to take in all the pastas, mashed potatoes, pastries and milk that was forced on him... His poor beginner belly was so stuffed that it looked like a horse’s gut under his straining rib cage – and he was sweating like one as well! Considering him better now, after a long day with much effort from both of them, Sean was rather pleased: Bob would become a really good fat boy, and probably make a suitable boyfriend for Mike too. It was perhaps two in the morning before the three of them got to rest – exhausted or stuffed to the gills... Sean had let Bob go to the bathroom.

“How are you feeling, Bob ?”

“Oh, dude... I... BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPP! Huh, sorry...”

“Nice volume control you got there...”

“Yeah! Not bad, for a skinny twink.” Mike teased.

“Who’re you calling a twink, you wussy ? I’ll show ya!”

“Show me what ? You’ve eaten a few potatoes and you’re bloated ?”

“I been stuffing my face all day – and when a wasn’t, he did!”

“So what ? Sean could take your baby belly, shape it into a ball, and it would still fit in my bellybutton...”

“Then maybe I could shove somethin bigga – into your plump ass!”

“Now now, boys... You’ve both been doing good, okay ? Bob, you go back in the cage, lie down and go to sleep. Here’s a pitcher of... well, let’s call it ‘milk’, for the time being. Mike, you come with me.”

  There were two large pitchers of weight-gain shake for Mike, but he would drink them in their bedroom. He was hard and ready for action, after that little scene with Bob.

“By the way, what was that ?”

“What was what ?...”

“You two bickering like that!”

“Just having fun. Looks like you were enjoying it too.”

“Well, you’re going to enjoy this: look.”

“What’s in there to look at ?”

“The bed. I’ve made arrangements.”

“Clearly not the ones I asked you...”

“No, I wasn’t thinking about that – can’t you guess ?”

“What’s new, then ? It’s the same king-size bed you’ve always had.”

“Yes, but this king has never had to deal with such a big, FAT queen! I’ve reinforced it.”

“Oh... when ?”

“Last week. When I weighed you at 285lbs and your waist was like, I don’t know, 54’’ ? I thought it was about time...”

“Huh... So, we can ?...”

“...do it like you’ve begged me to do for the last two weeks ? Yuh huh! At least now, if you feel that the earth is shaking, you know it’s not the bed!”

  Mike and Sean’s lovemaking was like professional, by now – but it was not lost on Sean that Mike’s feelings were definitely hotter for Bob... Of course: Bob was younger than him – his tastes matched his – he was still on his way to get so fat as he was... And he was brand new, basically. Mike was not at all tired being with Sean – which made him torn somewhat between the two guys around him, both lusting for his fat body...

  The bright side of that tangled situation was that, being fed by Sean and having Bob watch, then look at Bob being stuffed while he kept on eating – Mike was consuming more food than ever, fatter food than he was used to, and gulping it down faster than he even thought possible.

  Bob was also eating well – considering his size. Sean was ruthless with him. He forced him to eat constantly and drink gainer shakes. Then he teased him through the bars, poking and pinching, looking for some appreciable growth and softness around the boy’s gut. Bob’s feeding sessions only ended late at night – then Mike and Sean would turn in, and he could go to sleep in his cage. He didn’t seem to mind at all. He enjoyed being treated like that – like a prize pig fattened up in his little sty... After all, he had asked for it – and he loved every minute of it.

  Sean was being more serious and organised as it looked like: For the entire first week, he only fed Bob greasy pastas like cannelloni and lasagna, mashed potatoes with rich gravy, creamy pastries, cheesecakes and other soft foods like scrambled eggs or white cheese, with lots and lots of whole milk gainer-shakes, stout beer and coke. Bob didn’t have to munch a lot – it was always easy to go down, so he wasn’t feeling tired of it that he was already full, no matter how fattening the food was...

  After a week, the boy’s weight gain was so obvious that Sean wanted to put him on the scale. Mike had grown quite round and blubbery as well. He sported a manly gut now, complete with sagging man boobs, chunky love handles and large expanse of ass that perfectly matched his 302lbs!

“Your turn, skinny!”

  Bob tipped the scale at 188lbs – a gain of 14lbs that showed mostly on his bulging belly and softening cheeks. The boy couldn’t believe his eyes as he read his weight. Sure he had grown and fattened up, but that much ?

“Heh, waddaya know ? I put on more weight than ya did!”

  He was so enthusiastic about going back inside the cage and get fed that Sean changed his diet, adding home-made pizzas, fried chicken, ham and pies to Bob’s menu – all kinds of food that required some chewing effort from him.

  Mike wasn’t forgotten at all, in the meantime. Sean was cooking extra-large meals to satisfy his boy’s appetite – or rather, to fill his stomach and guts that felt more and more like a bottomless pit... The boys were too busy eating to exchange more than looks in the kitchen, from Mike’s bench to Bob’s cage – but what Sean could read in their eyes couldn’t be translated in words other than “I love you” and “Eat some more”.

  One night, Mike left Sean sleeping in bed – at least, he thought his boyfriend was sleeping – and came back into the living room, to see Bob in his cage. The overfed boy couldn’t sleep either. They were both whispering, but Sean could guess what he didn't clearly understand as they were saying to each other.

“Are you feeling okay ?”

“Well... Yeah, I guess.”

“You’re so full, man... Look at your gut.”

“A don’t need to – it feels full. Your boyfriend is an amazing cook!”

“Yeah, he’s good. I can’t get enough, myself.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re such a fat pig, man.”

“You’re growing quite well, too. I can’t wait to see you at 250lbs...”

“I’ll get fatter than that... With Sean here ? I’d say more like 500lbs!”

“Yeah... I guess.”

“What’s wrong ?”

“It’s all good, being fed and fattened up by a sweet guy like Sean. But you see how he separates us ? I don’t want you to sleep in a cage. I mean... I don’t want to sleep in a bedroom when you’re in the next room!... I...”

“Hey... It’s okay. Me too.”

“...You do ?”

“Course I do. Am getting fatter for you, here...”

“Oh, man... you’re so hot!”

“Like you’re not. Look at ya – so round... So fat, nice and juicy... You’re gonna have to come home naked: no way you can fit into any kinda pants!”

“Looks like those briefs you're wearing are cutting into your plumps hips too...”

“Yeah, it’s killin’ me... I’ll ask Sean for scissors tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, I’ll cut your waistband myself.”

“Oh, man! those pancakes and milk shakes... If we keep gaining weight like that, we’re gonna get too fat to wear nothin’ but diapers, dude...”

“Not even diapers, babe. I don’t want any piece of clothes between us.”

“Deal. when we’re back, I'm gonna start you on a super weight-gain diet for you, dude.”

“Oh yeah...”

“And ya keep stuffing your face 'til that bloated, sexy gut on you bursts open whatever shirts or pants they try to dress you with.”

“Hmmm, some day I’ll get to check out that chunky muscle-boy body... God, dude, you're gonna get fatter and fatter!"

“Yuh huh. When we’re back, Mike... bedroom all the way, I tell ya.”

  Sean was already aware that his relationship with Mike couldn’t last much longer –and he found this last week with Bob between them to be the perfect opportunity to talk about it. But not before they were finished here!

  After the second week was over, Sean complimented both his gainer boys for their weight gain and progress. Mike had definitely made a pig of himself, and he had done a great deal of effort, for a boy that heavy and fat already, to consume more and more fattening food, day after day. His weight was up to 312lbs, and those new 10lbs were all into belly rolls and ass, with more blubber that ever in his love handles... Gaining 22lbs in two weeks was an achievement, at that point!

  But even Mike’s great results kind of paled in comparison with Bob’s gain. Who would have thought that a boy so thin and lean as he was on his first weigh-in would eat and grow so well ? Sean had decided to trust Bob, and done his best to feed him like a pig, according to the boy’s early request. Now, it was time for his reward: Bob’s six-pack was long gone, of course, but now his belly was shaped into a perfect ball, from his lower ribs to his crotch, nice and curvy on the sides and plump around his bellybutton... His cheeks were somewhat fuller and softer, like his pecs and arm pits. His butt cheeks were a lot rounder, and his thighs were getting a bit thicker too. Mike and Sean were enjoying so much looking at him that they didn’t want to rush anything and have Bob get on the scale. But the boy’s weight held the promises of his fat body: Bob weighed no less than 204lbs – a weekly gain of 16lbs, even better than on his first week!

“Wow, Bob! That’s an even 30lbs over two weeks...”

  When Bob came back to his place, he got teased a lot by his friends, but he was so proud of his gut that he shut them off without even arguing much. Mike and Sean were back to their place. Sean was honest with his boyfriend: he should rather be with Bob, sad as he was that they had to let him go. It was no big deal for him: Mike and him had never really planned to be in a relationship.

“So... you’re okay about this ?”

“I can’t say I like how it has to end... I don’t even like that it has to end. But if you’re happier with him than you are with me, then... go for it.”

“Oh... Okay, I guess.”

“Want to make a deal ?”

“What kind ?”

“Our last deal together: I’ll let you go as soon as you’ve put on 50 more pounds – how does that sound to you ?”

“50lbs ? I would be... 360lbs, then ?”

  It was exactly what Sean had in mind. Fatten this boy up to twice his before weight. Letting Mike go would be easier for him if he had at least accomplished what he had first planned for that cocky, young stud he had randomly met, then got to know better, appreciate and care for. This would be a clean cut.

  Mike didn’t know why Sean had asked for 50lbs only, but he agreed with him. That was a deal. Sean and him had a few more feeding sessions with Bob. The three of them were a lot more opened to each other. Six months later, after a good time spent at his house, Sean put his two boys on the scale for the last time: Mike weighed 365lbs, huge and obese, with a 77’’ waist that was lost in the girth of his round, drooping belly. Sean told him this meant more than 50% body fat!

  Now he had won his bet, after more than a year and a half together. Sean was proud of his boy, and delighted to see him prouder about this than he was: Mike stood in front of him, beaming, as he had this sexy, 260lbs chubby guy named Bob who was looking at him in adoration...

■

  It was easier for Sean to keep in touch with his previous boyfriends, now that he was logged in. He had never been with a man longer than two years, but always leaving the other guy on good terms. Besides, his experience with Mike had made him realize that he was not only a shaper of fat men’s bellies and bodies, but also helping his overfed boy to have some self-esteem or justified pride. Now, he was glad to see every one of the chunky boys that he had dated and fattened up to their current size had no intention of loosing weight, and were so often involved in a solid relationship with their boyfriends or girlfriends. Sean was not against dating bi guys.

  Letting Mike go had left him facing a huge void – literally huge... He didn’t go out so soon, but went on chat rooms and web sites instead, trying to figure it out – and look at the different opportunities they offered. He was quickly disappointed. The guys in chat rooms were only interested in his boy’s progress pics. Sean wasn’t an idiot, so that little game didn’t last long. But then, he was harassed by those guys or others who constantly asked for more pics or videos. Some of the messages he got were almost menacing – for what purpose ? God knows!... – or insulting. In the end, there was a rumour that he was a fake. And like most things stupid and useless, it spread really fast, leaving him bitter and depressed, unable to fight back.

  Sean wasn’t looking for a guy to feed right away. He stopped logging in. He had only kept his profile up on one of the very few interesting web communities for young gainers and feeders. The best he could do was to wait. He had better things to do than to worry about a handful of jerks. He had work to do. The real good guys would show up, eventually. Sean was optimistic that way.

  That’s how he got to meet Nick.

■

  Nick was not a guy you would expect to be interested in gaining weight – you wouldn’t think he was interested in fat men, either – nor really interested in men, for that matter. Looking at him, the first thing that came to mind was “Now, that’s a handsome guy!” – That is, if you met him at the workplace. On the evening, your first thought, if not words, would have to be “Hello, gorgeous!”

  Then, after a short while, you had to wonder “Why is he so shy ?”

  Nicky was not uncomfortable with others, whether he was invited at a family reunion, a friend’s wedding or a party on the beach: he was already uncomfortable with himself. Nobody knew about it, really – because THAT never came to mind...

  At 25, Nicky was the perfect built for his 6’2’’ frame, weighing around 180lbs of solid muscles. His hair was of a very particular light brown shade – you could say “dark blonde” – cut short and trendy. His eyes were the piercing brown, almost ebony kind. His best feature, however, were his lips and perfect set of teeth – when Nicky smiled at you, you better had a glass of water nearby, because you WOULD catch on fire!...

  With so much going for him, Nicky could not be single, but there was always something missing to make him feel like he could be involved with someone. He couldn’t keep a girlfriend for more than two weeks – and as he wasn’t out about being bisexual, he couldn’t possibly have a serious boyfriend, either. After a few unfortunate experiences where he had been both seduced and rejected pretty much the same by a girl and a boy, Nicky started questioning himself for good, and came to the conclusion that he couldn’t choose and that being bi was also a sexual orientation – but that he was more attracted by fat guys than any other kinds of men or women. He was still confused, but there was something about a fat, manly body that was too appealing for him to dig further. So he was only half right about himself, but that was already something.

  Nick had been looking online to date plump or fat boys. He was amazed to find out how much interest there was in that subject. Pretty soon, he learned about gaining and feeding, and this proved to be an even bigger turn-on. As soon as he pictured a boy being fed like a baby, only grown-up fattening foods and way too much, he was totally hard and horny. He read everything he could find about it on web sites.

  Chatting with gainers and encouragers was rather easy – but to find the right feeder proved to be much more difficult. Nicky didn’t like some of the guys’ approach, or rather pick-up lines... Deep down, he wasn’t just looking for a feeding session.

  There were not so many feeders’ profiles online, so that limited his research, in a way. He chatted with some of them, asking them about their methods, likes and dislikes, and so on. He learned a lot, but he was still looking for a feeder when he found Sean’s profile. It looked like that guy was never online, but from what Nicky could read, he was not like all the others. It was hard to say. There were some interesting points in what he said about himself and what he was looking for.

  Sean was at work when he got his first email from Nicky. His first impression was good enough to answer right away, saying he would be online later that night. Both of them were rather anxious about it – Nicky, because he was inexperienced in that – Sean, because he had only had more than his share of bad experiences...

“Hello (smiley face)”
“Hi there – how are you ?”

“Fine, thanks. You ?”

“Same.”

  They were going to be the best of friends...

  Sean was soon pleased that Nicky wasn’t begging for pics. He had questions, but they were genuine and personal. On the other hand, Nicky was impressed at Sean’s wide knowledge of gaining and feeding. He was also reassured by the calm and polite tone of his questions and answers.

  On their first night chatting together, Sean was by far the most talkative, but he had good insights of Nicky’s expectations, and gave a few thoughts about his personality right away. This was a rather shy, unsure boy again, looking for his special feeding care, but who also needed some confidence and above all, trust. So he told him everything he wanted to know, and talked at length about himself, which was unusual for him.

  They met online pretty much every evening after that.

  When Sean finally suggested that they should meet, and asked Nicky for a pic to recognise him at the airport, he was so surprised at the boy’s looks that he even thought it was a very bad joke, at first. But it was obviously the guy he had been talking to for a month... Sean was dumbfounded.

“You didn’t get the pic ?”

“Sorry... I did. I don’t know what to say.”

“Why ?”

“I was wondering – I had no idea you were so fit.”

“Oh ? yes, I’m still thin. I thought it would not be a problem.”

“Of course not. I’m just surprised, that’s all. You’re really good-looking!”

“(blushing smiley)”

“I’m not sure I should send you a self pic now...”

  It was Nicky’s turn to be taken off at how handsome Sean was. They were both very impatient to meet ASAP. Sean invited Nicky over for a week-end. It was not a long trip for him, fortunately, so they could share some quality time together.

“I can’t believe that I'm going to fatten up such a perfect poster boy!...” Sean kept saying to himself, as he was driving to the airport. “There must be something more to him than just a desire to gain weight... I guess I will find out soon enough.”

  Nicky looked even better in all three dimensions, and he moved with a delicate grace that let out how shy he naturally was, and how fast his heart was beating in anticipation. Sean was straightforward and easygoing, not rushing him, treating him like an old friend rather than a young bride. He got to break the ice and make Nicky more comfortable on the way to his place.

  The place looked great to Nicky, who was welcomed by a large Thanksgiving-style dinner, complete with candles and the right kind of family plates and silverware you take out of the shelves on these occasions only. It made the atmosphere inside the kitchen so warm and cosy, Nicky felt – and behaved – like a child on the holiday’s eve. Sean knew he had done well – and that his efforts to decorate the table were appreciated.

“Sit down, Nicky. This is all for you.”

“All this ? Wow, that’s... incredible!”

“But edible, trust me. And, I hope, enjoyable ?”

  As soon as Nicky was seated, Sean started filling his plate – and as promised, his boy got to enjoy a fat roasted turkey with mashed potatoes and pastas, butter sauce and gravy, cornbread stuffing with more gravy, cranberry sauce, a large pan of sweet potato casserole topped with marshmallows, mashed turnips with creamy butter and nutmeg, biscuits with butter and jam, creamed carrots and broccoli with cheese and sauce, tossed salad with cheese dressing, pumpkin pies, apple pies with vanilla ice cream, mincemeat pie, chocolate fudge cake and cookies for dessert.

  Tall and well-built as he was, you could tell Nicky would have a good appetite, but this was obviously too much for him. He was doing his best to eat his way through that oversized meal, when Sean reassured him with his calm, almost soothing voice.

“Don’t overdo it, Nicky. You have plenty of time...”

“Is this... is this okay ?”

“You’re doing great. How do you feel ?”

“Honestly, I’m starting to feel full.”

“Then you know what you have to do. Open up your pants and shirt.”

  Nicky did as Sean had told him – then he got to eat some more. There was such a variety of dishes, and they all tasted so good that he couldn’t complain – he naturally wanted to eat everything! Sean noticed that, and did his best to encourage him to eat again, more and more – never really forcing him or rushing him to eat in any way, but supporting him, since this was exactly what he wanted from his boy.

  After a fourth or fifth large helping of sweet potatoes, Nicky was about to give up, no matter how painful it was for him to stop. He was already trying too hard, according to Sean.

“Now, take a deep breath...”

“Okay...”
“All right. Now, take a break. You have still time to finish this, if you want.”

“Thank you. God! I feel so stuffed...”

“You know what, Nicky ? you ARE pretty much stuffed right now.”

“...Already ?”

“I should think so... But I’m impressed. Honestly, you are a much better eater than I thought you would be.”

“I’m not finished yet.”

“Okay. Tell me when you’re ready...”

“I feel so hot...”

“You know what you have to do. Take off your pants and shirt.”

  Sean had not insisted that Nicky would eat naked, because he didn’t want to scare him away, after providing such a good show. Now, this looked much closer to the feeding sessions he was used to. Nicky’s belly was round and protruding quite far – it was nice to know that it could expand so easily, so early on...

“Take off your boxer shorts too, if you don’t feel good in them.”

  Nicky had been struggling with them for a minute – trying to lower the elastic waistband down and... further down – to let his underbelly swell and process all the food it was stuffed with. Now, this was probably going to be Sean’s best feeding session ever!

“Ready, Nicky ?”

“...Sure. Just give me a minute, and I’ll eat all this.”

“Take all the time you need.”

  It took Nicky six hours to finish the eight-pound turkey – the large amounts of potatoes that Sean kept filling his plate with, along with the buttery pastas and toasted bread – then the second pan of sweet potatoes Sean had left in the hot oven – with all the different sauces and creamy vegetables – and all the biscuits Sean dipped in butter and jam before he put them into his mouth – finally munching on the pies, the chocolate cakes, the ice cream and sweets…

  Most of all, Nicky was a little drunk on Sean’s red wine and beers… Watching him eat and eat, Sean was feeling somewhat drunk too – he had never seen such a hunk eat so much, almost constantly, for such a long time! And this was their first session, for crying out loud!…

  Sean helped his stuffed boy get into bed. Nicky’s skin was so tight around his waist, and he was so heavily packed that his midsection felt like a marble statue – except there were very few Greek or Roman statues with such a round, full gut... Besides, Sean’s hands were sliding on the boy’s torso, greasy and sweating as it was. When Nicky finally lied down on the bed, hiccuping and lightly belching once in a while, Sean took his time to look at him – the expression on his face as he was slowly drifting into sleep, and his overfed thin boy’s belly glistening in the moonlight...

  In the morning, Nicky was still stuffed and tired too much to face another meal. All he wanted to do was to lay in bed and rest. Sean had seen it coming. So he was the “lazy Sunday” kind of boy – but that wasn’t going to stop him.

“How about breakfast in bed for my gorgeous Nicky to enjoy ?”

“Breakfast in bed ?... You're the best!”

  So Sean spent all Sunday morning and afternoon feeding his boy in bed – eggs and bacon, toasts with butter and jam, yoghurt, muffins, cookies, orange juice, chocolate milk and whole milk… This was all done pretty slow, while Sean was fondling Nicky’s body, making him horny and hungry – also checking for some signs of early plumpness… Things would have to go faster, in the future: Nicky was a good eater, but he really needed organisation and coaching if he wanted to gain weight for good. His metabolism seemed to be like a blast furnace, too. Not really good news for Sean, but – once again, he loved the challenge.

  Their first week-end was over, and they were both happy and confident about each other. So much that their chat room sessions were soon replaced by phone calls.

“So, Nicky – how was your week-end ?”

“Awesome, Sean. You’re a great guy, and you’re an amazing feeder. I’ve weighed myself this morning, like you asked, and I’m up five, maybe six pounds.”

“Six fat ones ? Nice job, my friend...”

“Looks to me like it was your job... If congratulations are in order, you totally deserve them. I’ll put more of myself in our next session.”

“That’s all music to my ears, Nicky. How do you feel about this ?”

“I feel... huh... good ? I don’t know...”

  That was Nicky’s answer to pretty much everything: “I don’t know.”

“What would you say to me, then – in ten words or less ?”

“...Only three, Sean... I. Want. More!”

  And “more” was just what Nicky got. Their second week-end / feeding session was better prepared, so Sean got to cook his regular five meals each day, and stuff his boy’s belly in between meals. Nicky looked so fucking hot to Sean: with his bodybuilder’s build and frame, and his incredibly good looks, he was showing quite an appetite – then he let himself be fed on the couch for hours, where Sean would rub and caress his stuffed belly too. Nicky was so bloated and hard, he was painfully tight in his briefs. To make it worse, his feeder was forcing thick, buttery crust, strawberry jam and creamy cheesecake down his throat now, while his left hand was going from belly to crotch, starting to masturbate him, gently at first, then harder and harder. Nicky was about to come.

“No, Sean... Not like this.”

“Follow me, then.”

  Having sex by the pool and watching the sun set was something new for Nicky – and also for Sean, who had never done it like that with Mike... This was their first time together, too. And Nicky was much more giving than his previous boyfriends. Sean was feeling wild, just looking at him during sex. The rest of their week-end was a whirlpool of fattening food and passionate love making.

  They could hardly stay longer with each other, as they both had work to do. But after a month, Nicky’s gain began to show. He told Sean he was now weighing 195lbs. Of course, 15 pounds over four weeks didn’t sound like a lot to Sean, but it was promising enough, for future feeding sessions...

“Did they notice anything, at your workplace ?”

“I don’t think so. They’re so used to the way I looked before that they don’t bother to look at me .”

“I see...”

“Of course, I haven’t gained enough to make a big difference yet.”

“Now, now... Fifteen pounds should count as something, Nicky. The way I see it, you’ve been gaining pretty well but too slowly to cause a real surprise. You know what ?...”

“What do you have in mind ?”

“How about you and I take a week off work, and spend it at my condo feeding your little belly all day, all night ?...”

“That would be great!”

“...Then I think your collegues will notice some changes in your body.”

  Sean had more free time than Nicky, but they managed to meet by the end of the month, in the last days of Spring. Sean had been arranging the place, done grocery shopping and even cooking for two days before Nicky joined him.

“Wow! This really is a LOT!”

“Hey, my job is to make sure you are continuously supplied with luscious, high-caloric, extremely fattening food... Your job is to eat all of it!"

“Let’s go to work, then.”

  Then Sean started him on a rich diet, heavy with pastries, pies, cakes, pancakes, waffles, ice-cream, whipped cream, white cheese, chocolate and cookies – making sure he was eating for at least 18 hours a day – a diet which had to be over 30,000 calories... Nicky’s ‘before’ weight was 196lbs, with a 34’’ waist and some unmistakable signs of increasing plumpness, but Sean told him to forget about his weight and size – he would only be weighed in at the end of the week.

“This is... Oooof, this is yummy, Sean, but really heavy!”

“Open your mouth and swallow.”

“Thank God it’s soft food... Hmmmmf hmmm...”

“You should gain over 25 pounds, this week – maybe up to 30 pounds, if we do it right… It all depends on how much you burn calories, actually. But I’m pretty confident that your metabolism has slowed down a bit…”

  Their next days went by in a blur. Nicky spent all his awake time eating almost non-stop, chocolates and candies, when Sean wasn’t feeding him. His belly was so stuffed most of the time that he had to take off his straining briefs and let it rest in his lap. Then he would sleep to take in all that good food. His feeder would wake him up by massaging his huge belly to make room for more, then the stuffing process would begin again. During those seven days, Nicky felt himself grow larger almost by the hour, until he lost track of time, how much he could eat, or how fat he was becoming... He just stuffed himself until he was too tired to eat anymore and Sean had to force him to gulp down and have some more.

  At the end of the week, Sean told Nicky to stand on the scale. As he was looking in the mirror, the bloated boy could hardly believe his eyes: He was enormous! and the scales tipped at almost 224lbs. A gain of 28 pounds, almost 30 pounds in a week!

“Wow, this is... so great!”

“Want to know something that tops your weekly weight gain ? Check this out: your waist has sprouted up to an even 40’’!”

“No way!”

“Way way. See ? You’re a BIG boy, now!...”

  Sean waited for a few days before he called Nicky on the phone again, to know how his friends and collegues were responding to his new girth. But there was so much enthusiasm in Nicky’s voice, just as he said “Hello” to him that Sean was reassured about the most important part of his feeding work: the boy was enjoying himself. He was more openly happy and a lot more confident than he used to be.

“So, did you get a lot of comments ?”

“I wish I had put on a pound for every ten comments I’ve got at work – I would be huge and obese, then! But the best reaction I’ve got is from this woman I’m working with, now… She’s a client for my company, but she said she had seen me twice before, so she was aware of the gain and changes.”

“What did she say ?”

“Not much, actually. But for someone into body language, you could so tell she liked what she was looking at. It was only after the meeting with all the other scarecrows that she asked me about my health and weight. I was only... well, half-honest with her, but she told me she appreciated the new ‘me’ a lot more than the thin guy in a suit I used to be. And she invited me for dinner.”

“Hmm hmm ? Sounds interesting. What’s happened then ?”

“She said she liked the way I was eating – I mean, she didn’t say it right away, but after a few courses and glasses of wine, I wasn’t thinking clearly any more. So I guess I was chowing down like you’ve taught me…”

“And she liked that, huh ? Sounds to me like you’ve found yourself an admirer.”

“A what ?”

“She’s already into you, if you ask me – and if she’s into watching you eat like a pig... Chances are, she’s a FA.”

“What's a FA ?”

“Fat Admirer, silly. Although it may also stand for “Food Addict”, so I can't blame you on that one.”

“A Fat Admirer ? Huh... I hadn't thought about it that way. Of course, it makes perfect sense!... I have to... Okay, listen Sean, I have a favor to ask you.”

“Anything you want – what is it ?”

“I have business with her this week, then she will come back only in a month. I need you to fatten me up in between!”

“How’s that a favour ? I will fatten you up anyway!”

“I know... I meant... Don’t spare me: Make me really fat, this time. I... I would like to impress her, when we meet again.”

“Oh... I see. Sounds like you like this girl a lot. What’s she like ?”

“I don’t know. Let’s say... Shorter Nicole Kidman meets Meg Ryan in Working Girl. Minus the infamous shoulders pads.”

“That’s quite a catch! Okay, I’ll help you get there. When can you come ?”

“End of the week. Please, Sean... I’m not kidding about this. You’ve always asked me to get over it, let go and be a pig... When I’m with you, I'll do whatever it takes to gain and grow as fast as possible! I know you haven’t been so hard with me as with your other fat boys... but you have so many techniques – take your most fattening one, and try me on it. That’s the favour I ask.”

“Got you, Nicky. I’ll give you everything I have and 110 percent.”

  Fortunately, Sean had just closed a very important deal for his company, so he had time to concentrate more on his feeding activities for a while. And he was not going to miss such an opportunity. Sean came back to his now fully-equipped condo, filled the refrigerator, pantries and shelves, and cooked for three days – that is, if you consider preparing gallons and gallons of gainer-shake “cooking”… But he was also baking his own pies and cakes, based on his own, special recipes.

  When Sean finally welcomed Nicky, there was enough food in the house to host a week-long wedding party for a Sicilian groom and bride, and all their relatives – all sorts of fattening foods just waiting to be eaten...

“What do you know, Nicky ? You’re already 230lbs ?… I thought you looked just a little bit meatier, when I first saw you.”

“I didn’t know… but I shouldn't be surprised. I’ve been eating really well with Dory.”

“Who’s Dory ?”

“That girl I was talking you about.”

“Oh, the Fat Admirer ? Yes… Hmmm hmmm, looks to me like she’s more than admiring.”

“You’re not wrong. She’s been inviting me to restaurants quite often, and she’s always encouraging me to eat some more.”

“I thought so… and to make you gain six pounds like that, and so fast… you must really like her ?”

“Oh, I… Yeah, I really do.”

“When will you guys meet again ?”

“End of the month. We have ten days ahead of us. You think I could grow up to 250lbs before I see her again ?...”

“Told you – I’ll do my best. Now, come over here.”

  Sean had prepared the living room for his feedee. Next to the kitchen was a large, inclined table with a mattress attached on it. Sean strapped Nicky naked, spread-eagled to the table, then gagged him with a funnel and feeding tube. The boy’s mouth was open and his throat ready to take in the flow of gainer shakes Sean kept ready for him.

“Okay... Now, I'm going to pump you full of weight-gain shake for a few hours. Please, don’t move around too much with that tube down my throat, or you will irritate your throat and oesophagus.”

“Hmmmf...” (meaning okay)

“Let’s go, then.”

  Nicky could feel the thick, fattening shake going straight into his stomach. There was nothing he could do but take it, and he loved that feeling… There were pies already warming up in the ovens for him, when he would be finished. Sean had planned to feed him shakes non stop for two hours – maybe three, considering Nicky enjoyed being force fed like that, and really swallowed like a champion now… – then keep going with more solid foods. He pumped about 20,000 calories into Nicky, just with the shakes. As this was promising to do his belly good, he massaged Nicky's growing stomach and lightly played with his hard dick.

  When Sean took the funnel gag away, Nicky could look down and see that his once-hard midsection was now a mass of soft blubber, swelled up so much that it was hard again, but in a much different way. The bloated boy uttered a loud belch.

"Will you just look at that, Nicky ?" Sean complimented him, grabbing a handful of newly developed flesh. "You're really fattening up, here! Now, if you're not going to be poster boy for all porker boys…"

“Oh, I wish!”

“Let your belly grow some more before you go out on your date with Dory – so you will blow her mind!…”

  Then it was time for pies. Then cheesecakes. Then Sean decided to keep Nicky strapped there for the week – just eating and resting, sleeping and growing. He was also carefully increasing his caloric and fat intake, day after day.

  Nicky was willing and obedient – so he kept growing, fatter and fatter! His belly was getting huge, and so blubbery, Sean couldn’t keep his hands off it. When he finally let him up, after such an intensive week of feeding, Nicky could hardly move: He had packed on no less than 40 pounds, weighing an even 270lbs, now! Nicky looked at himself in the full length mirror in Sean’s bathroom. He was overjoyed by the results, but he could certainly not jump – he was just too fat… Sporting an overhanging, pillowy, soft gut, Nicky caressed its roundness, then moved to his chest, which had turned into fleshy man boobs with his nipples erect. His love handles and ass were chunky and doughy just as well… With every step he took, he could feel his fat jiggle. His body was now shaped like a human bowl of jello.

  He didn’t want to go back to work – and he didn't have any clothes to wear, as he had outgrown even his briefs a while ago… Sean had foreseen it, of course, and bought him some new pants and shirts.

“So… have you seen her ?”

“I have. Thank you so much, Sean!”

“What did she say ?”

“Well… nothing, right away. But when we were alone, she was almost so straightforward as you are. We’ve spent the night together at her hotel. It was amazing!”

“Good for you, Nicky. So… what happens next ?”

“Next thing I had to do was being honest with her. So I told her about you…”

“About me ?”

“Of course. As a matter of fact, I told her pretty much everything… The feeding sessions, and so on… I hope you don’t mind.”

“Why should I ? Honestly, I don’t think that she will share this stuff with many people, anyway…”

“Right. But she would like to meet you.”

“Why ?”

“To thank you, I guess… or to ask for your help to make me fatter for her.”

“Let me think about it.”

  Sean was a good observer. Nicky’s physical transformation from “Abercrombie & Fitch” model to Super-sized blimp was mirrored in his behaviour and state of mind: he was much more confident, less cold in public meetings, more easy-going in private... He was even making people more comfortable. And his sexual orientation was not so bottom and submissive anymore, but more assertive – he was feeling just so good being on top now... and now, he was attracted to a woman. Sean smiled at this – such a far cry from the Nicky he had first met online! Granted, Dory was a very specific kind of woman, but it would probably be for the best. He only wanted to know for sure.

  Nicky and Dory came to visit him in the city. Sean was speechless, meeting Dory. It felt like looking in a magically sex-changing mirror. What was supposed to be nothing more than a formal introduction was prolonged into a long evening of talking and sharing interests. They met a few more times before Sean was asked to give his blessings to the couple, as they were going to get married.

“All right, Dory” Sean said, jokingly. “But you owe me, right ?”

“Oh, I know I owe you big! I owe you big and FAT...”

  Dory was an unusual friend for Sean, whose tastes were exclusively masculine. But she had this great personality. She was following his advice and feeding her chubby hubby so well… She was an interesting person, even outside their feeding gig. Dory was an agent in a model agency, with quite a handful of great-looking boys under her care.

  As Sean was always eager to learn, he had asked her a few questions about her job, the pros and cons of it, her best achievements, her missed chances, her most bitter regrets, her fears and expectations...

  That’s how he had learned about Jim.

“See this one ? You said I have quite a handful of pretty boys… Well, this guy is quite a handful on his own!”

“He’s quite the hunk... Let me guess... Proud, selfish, self-absorbed ?”

“Oh he’s all about ‘self’, all right. I’m worried about him.”

“Tell me more...”

■

  Dory and Sean had first talked about Jim about a year earlier. Sean had a hunch that this boy was meant to be a model, but that he was also meant to be fatter – and a lot fatter – somehow... After Jim had broken up with his boyfriend Phil, Dory was so worried and pissed at her boy’s bad behavior that she had called Sean. They had to do something. Sean worked on a little something with Nicky: there was this ad campaign to be done for the new Healthyline product, and nobody had really found an “edge” to sell it in time. Sean submitted the idea of a reverse before/after effect, complete with photo sessions and videos. Nicky and him worked on the deal and contracts so well that the project was approved – no matter how unusual it looked.

  The rest was now part of Sean’s best memories. He had taken a better look at Jim than anybody else – and the young model was a lot more beautiful in real life. He was irresistible to Sean when he ate – and too hot for words when he got to feed him...

  There was no way that he could compare his experience with Jim to the ones he had shared with his previous boyfriends. The boy’s bad temper was like hot spice, adding flavor to him – and he had showed such a glutton’s appetite that only Nicky’s would reasonably compete with... In the end, Jim had enjoyed putting on weight more than he thought he would – but pretty much the way Sean had expected it – and he had grown even fatter, naturally encouraged by his lover and feeder!

  What Sean had not quite expected was how he would gain himself, in the process. This was new for him. As much as he had been feeding and fattening up boys for a while, now, he realized he had never got to share this completely with his boyfriends. But it was different with Jim. As a matter of fact, if he had only relied on his old methods, tricks and techniques, the reluctant model would have only put on the thirty pounds he had been told about in his contract - and it would have been over between them. To make him gain almost twice that weight meant that he would be totally honest about it and more. He had joined him in a heartbeat when it came down to overeating – or talking in bed after sex – or opening your mind to new possibilities – opening your heart to share your feelings. Deep down, it all revolved around their hearts, their truth, and the feelings they had for each other. It was so far from just food and sex. Rubbing his little expanse of a well-fed gut, Sean absent-mindedly came to the conclusion that he was in love with Jim.

  He was now impatiently waiting for Dory to call him back...