“L'âme
du loup pleure dans cette voix
qui
monte avec le soleil qui décline
d'une
agonie on veut croire câline
et
qui ravit et qui navre à la fois...”
("The
wolf’s soul weeps in that voice,
rising
as the sun sets down
in
an agony one would call cuddly,
both
delightful and saddening...")
Paul
VERLAINE
Sagesse — III, 9
In
the bedroom — first
beams of sunlight
– "Kimi
no onii-san [君 の お兄さん, "your
big brother"]?"
– "Yes,
of course!"
Jirō
couldn't stop laughing.
– "Tarō
is my brother. He’s been taking care of me ever since we were
kids... I was just a baby when our mother died. I don't remember, and Tarō only has a vague memory of our father. He had to be there to raise me, all
by himself."
Still confused and blushing, Kazuō
didn't know what to say. Jirō gently lay on top of him with a broad smile.
– "That's
why I’m such a low-bred brat, you see..." he whispered into his ear, rubbing his companion's full belly — naughty as ever.
Perfectly
sated, Kazuō enjoyed his young friend teasing him like this.
– "I
understand... It's a relief, to be honest!"
– "How?"
– "I was under the impression that Tarō was... a lot more than a brother for you."
– "Tarō
has always been everything to me." Jirō insisted, cuddlier than ever. "Without him, I don't know if I would even be alive today... And you
wouldn't be here with us either."
– "That's
true..."
– "We
weren't cramped in this small house, and we are safe, but it felt sad when
Tarō was gone hunting or looking for supplies... He's worried just the same when
I go fishing for a few days. It's a good thing that you've joined us."
Kazuō
was still blushing. Jirō hugged him tight.
– "Is
it so important to you and Tarō?"
– "Yes it is. Tarō really needs a worthy partner to progress, as a wrestler...
That's his ambition. He wants to become really strong. Much, much stronger than he is now! He's been stuck for a while, I can hardly keep up with his plans."
– "You're doing pretty well."
– "That's the least I can do..." Jirō shrugged. "I wish I could put on a lot of weight, so he could train with a bigger, more imposing
opponent. He would struggle to lift me up, then I'll help him fight better... Still a long way to go. He needs someone less clumsy than I am, someone bigger, stronger... and much, much heavier!"
Jirō squeezed and pressed Kazuō's large hips. They were such healthy, athletic and shamelessly overfed young men... Nestled against his chest, the handsome blonde boy almost bit his hardening nipples with his lips.
– "I also need a bigger partner... and a much, much fatter partner!"
– "Jirō..."
Covering
him with kisses, Jirō barely allowed him to catch his breath.
– "In
any case, I'm happy to stay and play with the two of you... Being brothers and all. That's a huge weight you've lifted off my chest!"
Suddenly,
Jirō straightened up — as
if Kazuō had just pinched him.
– "What? Nuh huh... I want you to lift heavy, but keep packing on the weight. If I pulled weight off your chest, I have to feed you again... Stuff you full and more than full, so it goes straight to your waist!"
With
a mischievous smile, he brought a pineapple
fritter up to his lips.
– "Eat, Kazuō. Please?"
– "Another
doughnut? I can't! They're so big!"
– "There
are only six doughnuts left... How about this, three for you and three for me? Trust me, you're going to eat these just to please me."
Kazuō let out a sigh. He knew he couldn't resist him.
– "Hmmmph..."
– "Good.
Again..." Jirō fed him with one hand, while greedily biting
into another thick, juicy doughnut. "Come on, grab a larger bite!"
– "Hmmmph...
Hmmmph..."
Considering his friend's muffled protests and sighs, Jirō started rubbing his stomach
and kept him going with a few words of encouragement. He took another doughnut and made him gobble it up in just a few bites... He did so well that his friend started moaning and ended up begging him for more. The blonde boy looked happy to tease him with the promise of a whole bucket full of ice-cream.
The last doughnut was still in the
tray by the bed.
– "There you go, Kazuō. You're a hungry boy... Keep eating!"
– "Hmmmph..."
– "Eat up,
big boy! I'll make sure to please you now..."
In the
house — sunset
at the top of the mountain
Kazuō
was lazily basking in the sun, lying on the cushions and tatami mats,
surrounded by all the bowls and dishes he had licked clean during his second lunch.
After quite a few long, low and raspy burps, he heaved out a sigh.
Jirō had spent the whole day
inviting him to take part in exciting games and challenges of pure gluttony... He couldn't turn him down, just as he couldn't be more turned on right now. Since Tarō was gone to the village to buy food, he had barely left his room, only getting out of
bed when Jirō dragged him under the waterfall, every morning, for
a cold shower.
After
some physical exercises in their training room, without much effort on his part,
followed by a long moment of rest in the bathroom, Kazuō spent all his waking hours eating with a healthy appetite, or he let Jirō feed him and wrap him in hugs... The young man was still working around the house
and those meals kept them busy all day. Kazuō could hardly get a break! He was always full, but that exuberant, dumb blonde boy would appear before him at any time,
naked, dripping and glistening with sweat, carrying a large tray of food in each hand.
Kazuō felt numb, stuffed and hardly breathing, even after a long, well-deserved nap to let his stomach cool down and relax a
little.
Their supplies of meat and fish were almost gone. Jirō prepared such huge feasts, with plenty of rice, rich stew with stir-fried vegetables and noodles, vast omelets with herbs, mushroom and potatoes, so much ice-cream, so many fruits and pastries.
Always focused and ever so playful, the boyish cook insisted on the benefits of a really abundant and starchy diet, naturally rich in carbs and sweets, all drenched in sauce... He also set an example, eating with a voracious appetite, without the slightest hint of "good manners"!
Jirō
behaved like an incorrigible bad boy, greedy and sloppy, but he served his tall companion so
generously that the amounts of food he devoured looked modest, compared
to what Kazuō feasted on — day in, day out — with no restraint.
– "Are
you already working on our first dinner?"
– "Of
course."
Jirō kept coming and going to the kitchen, where he would
clean the dishes to overload them later with more food. At the mere thought of his next
feast, which would last long after the sun had set, Kazuō felt his
stomach quiver, groan and protest.
– "I've been eating way too much again, today..."
Jirō
didn't just prepare enormous, tasty and hearty dishes. He arranged
flowers and fruits in the tokonoma, and brought a third cushion by
the fireplace.
– "Tarō will be back soon. He must be so hungry!"
Tarō's
return was most welcome. Kazuō felt relieved. He wouldn't have to stuff
himself so much with both brothers around him... Jirō was a wet dream come true, and such a feisty, passionate lover. When night fell, it was almost
another young man that Kazuō was holding in his arms... Jirō never
stopped teasing and pleasing him, so much so that he felt dizzy all day — and
force-feeding him to fatten him up even better.
In just a few days alone with him, Kazuō may have piled on about as much weight as he had since the day Tarō had
found him in the forest... His belly had grown heavier and gently
rounded, much to the delight of his companion. After another long
sigh of contentment, he stood up and slowly stretched out his arms. Jirō
suggested that he take some time to rest in the bathroom.
– "You're
right, I'm still covered in sauce and crumbs..."
– "There's also beer foam in your beard!" Jirō whispered, covering his
neck and cheeks with sensual kisses and greedy licks.
– "Am
I really that dirty?" Kazuō protested, laughing.
– "It's all for the best!" The handsome boy cooed and hugged him tight. "You're only growing more and more... appetizing."
In the bathroom 一 sunset
Comfortably
seated in the pool, dimly lit with paper lanterns in thick, fragrant steam, with hot water up to his shoulders, Kazuō
was dozing off.
He heard Tarō calling out to his
brother from outside.
– "Tadaima
[ただいま,
"I'm back"]!"
Then he heard Jirō almost running to open the door and greet him.
Evidently, Tarō was returning laden
with provisions and victuals. After hearing them lay the heavy burden
in the kitchen, in the long silence that followed, Kazuō guessed
that the two brothers were embracing, repeating to each other that
the distance made them worry too much about each other and promising
to never be away for long.
He strained his ears to hear their
conversation better.
– "You're
all drenched in sweat!" laughed Jirō. "You must be
cold..."
– "And
you, you are all hot and covered with flour like a loaf."
– "You
must be so hungry!"
– "You
too, Jirō! But, tell me..."
Tarō's
voice grew louder, more impatient. Kazuō no longer had to hold his
breath to hear them clearly.
– "What
does that mean, Jirō? You haven't gained weight at all!"
– "Not
at all? Oh... a little, though."
– "Not
at all." Tarō had to feel his brother's stomach. Kazuō heard
what sounded like a loud slap. "You promised me you'd eat well
while I was away..."
– "Yes."
– "And
that you were going to gorge yourself with Kazuō..."
– "Yes."
– "Well,
then? I was expecting to find you a little rounder and a little
plumper, with a heavier weight. You've barely thickened a little, here and there... Nothing at all!"
– "Tarō..."
Considering his answers, Jirō had to look quite sheepish right now.
– "You
know what's in store for you, my poor Jirō... You have to go
out and catch us some nice fish. You're going to spend all night outside, half-naked in the cold water of the lake and the streams... You
won't last long if you don't maintain a good weight, and a good layer of fat!"
– "Yes,
Tarō."
– "And
I was hoping to train with a slightly bigger, heavier partner!"
– "Oh...
Don't worry about that."
– "What
do you mean?"
– "When
you see Kazuō, you'll thank me... You couldn't wish for a better
partner. Much bigger, heavier..." Jirō added
with a mischievous smile. "And delisciously fat!"
Inside
the house 一 misty
night
Tarō's impatience or anger at finding his brother almost the same as he had
left him, alone with Kazuō, turned into shared rejoicing when they joined him in the bathroom.
The evening meal was ready,
but Jirō spent a few more moments in the kitchen to add more food and season it with lots of sauces. When he sat down next to his companions, they shared the pleasure of
stuffing themselves or each other, generously, loudly and
eagerly — happy to be together and behave so bad...
Above all, Tarō had ordered Jirō
to help himself three or four times as much as usual, and to fill his
stomach quickly, as much as possible. Eager to do so, the young man found himself eating as
much as Kazuō, who always enjoyed himself with no apparent effort... Tarō kept an eye on the two of them, even as he ate his
share always so voraciously.
– "Come
on, Jirō! Eat faster... Eat!"
– "Hmmmph...
Hmmmph..."
– "And drink more beer... Bottoms up! Again!"
– "Hmmmph..."
– "You
really need to grouw thicker and rounder, my little Jirō..."
After
about forty bowls of rice, four huge potato and mushroom omelets,
twenty bowls of creamy broth and eight large mugs of beer, Jirō
could hardly swallow another bite. His stomach looked ready to
burst...
– "Another
mug of beer!" roared Tarō.
Already
quite tipsy, Jirō agreed and drank in long gulps, greedily.
– "BUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRP..."
Tarō seemed satisfied. He came closer to his brother.
– "Come
on, my little Jirō, let's move on to desserts... Eat!"
– "Hmmmph...
Hmmmph..."
– "Another
big doughnut... Again... Again!"
– "Hmmmph..."
– "A
few more bananas, now! Open wide..."
– "Hmmmph..."
– "That's
good, Jirō! One more effort... Swallow!"
– "Hmmmph..."
– "Another
beautiful pineapple fritter! You have to eat a lot, Jirō..."
– "Hmmmph...
Hmmmph..."
– "You
have to eat well and pack on weight!"
– "Hmmmph...
Hmmmph... Yes, Tarō. I need this."
– "And get fat!"
– "Hmmmph... Hmmmph... Yes, Tarō."
– "Stuff yourself, Jirō! Again..."
– "I
want to get fat... like Kazuō!"
Inside
the house 一 sunrise
When
he woke up, Kazuō felt himself gently held back by Tarō, who wanted
to hold him in his arms a bit longer... They had spent the night together in
his room.
– "Did
you sleep well?"
– "Thanks
to you..." Tarō replied. "I can go without a comfortable bed
for a few nights, but I won't be able to sleep without this big, soft cushion if you keep growing so well."
They
could hear Jirō sleeping and snoring, still drunk as he was lying by the
terrace after he was so heavily fed and force-fed unreasonable amounts of food. The dumb boy had to devour another dozen pastries and drink two
mugs of beer, then two larger mugs of chocolate milk, teased by his brother and Kazuō, finally falling asleep on a really full stomach.
– "My
poor little Jirō..." Tarō whispered. "I need to
take better care of him and his weight gain."
– "You
mean our little Jirō!" corrected Kazuō. "We
agree on this. Now, it's up to us to take care of him."
– "Yes,
Kazuō... What makes me happy is to see how well he took such good care of you
too!"
Tarō
caressed his companion's sides, so generously rounded.
– "Have
I gained that much weight?"
– "Not
yet... But you've put on some good weight, you've grown a hefty belly. You will keep growing larger and more imposing. I'm proud of you!"
Kazuō
sighed. He had made some good progress: Jirō would never neglect their physical exercises, every morning, which pushed him to stay strong, massive and thick... He was
noticeably taller than Tarō now, and his whole body had excellent muscle tone, harmoniously distributed.
However, Jirō was always there to feed him plenty of good food and stuff him with sweets, late at night, with all kinds of juices, milk and stronger drinks...
Kazuō had been pampered so much that he couldn't hide it.
– "I hardly had anything to do. Jirō is just... such a good cook!"
–
"I understand..." Tarō
smiled, stretching out his arms to grab and rub his belly. "And you
couldn't resist him."
Kazuō
blushed at the thought of Jirō's other irresistible qualities...
This beautiful blonde boy, so peaceful, kind and quiet, was like a cuddly kitten, a bit clumsy too, during the day — but one who suddenly turned into a wild, exuberant and insatiable tiger, all
night!
– "What
do you know, he's always been like that... Jirō can't hold back.
When he's done cleaning this place, there's not the shadow of a speck of dust left. When
he cooks for the two of us, there's enough food for eight... When he devotes himself
to a task, he gives himself six hundred percent, without restraint until he
falls down, exhausted. He doesn't know how
to count, you know, but when you love doing something..."
– "Yes,
who's counting?" Kazuō concluded, still quite flushed.
Tarō offered to serve him breakfast
in bed, without disturbing Jirō who was still asleep — and who needed some more time to digest. You could hear him snoring like a tiger after the hunt, sheltered somewhere in the jungle... Stretched out in
the sun on the tatami mats, his kimono largely untied and open, quite messy, he mumbled a few words in his sleep.
– "More...
food..."
It
was impossible to decide whether he was still hungry, begging to be fed or encouraging his companions to fill their
stomachs.
– "That's
how it is!" Tarō laughed. "But he's right. You have
to eat..."
– "How about him?"
– "Let him sleep for now, but don't worry. As soon as
he wakes up, I'm going to really force-feed him... like a goose!"
In
a matter of minutes, the room was filled with large dishes and bowls of pastries and sweets.
– "Is there something
wrong?" asked Tarō.
– "No..."
Kazuō hesitated, taking a doughnut in each hand. "I was just
thinking that you guys don't look very much alike."
– "Maybe so...
What about it?"
– "When you consider... I mean, he's your brother..."
– "Hai, boku
no otōto-chan [はい, 僕の弟ちゃん,
"Yes, my little brother"]."
Tarō
held back his laughter. On the contrary, he lowered his voice.
– "You're
right. As a matter of fact, Jirō is only my half-brother..."
– "Your
half-brother?"
– "Yes...
But he doesn't know it himself. My father was dead before he was
born... Our mother didn't need another man in her life, but she met someone. It was love at first sight! He came from a remote island up North. He was tall, strong, and quite blonde. When Jirō was born, I
was barely old enough to understand that he would be my little brother. Soon
after, our mother lost the man she wanted to rebuild her
life with. A few years later, she passed away... There was only me to keep Jirō safe, then I decided that I would always be there for him. That's how I really became his big brother."
– "I
understand..."
Kazuō
was embarrassed. He didn't want to look so indiscreet... Tarō didn't seem to mind. He was ready to share such secrets with him.
– "I
had no idea that you were orphans either."
– "That's
the way it is..." The handsome, dark-haired boy shrugged. "You can also understand how we've always been so
poor."
– "Yes. Jirō and you told me so, from the moment we met..."
– "Even
when we lived with our parents, we didn't live in a house and we didn't
have money. When they were gone, Jirō and I walked down the namidagawa [涙川,
"the river of tears"], with no one to help us."
Tarō
told him about their childhood... While
listening patiently, Kazuō devoured stir-fried potato omelets, rice,
roasted pineapple or mango fritters, and plums served in thick syrup pancakes.
– "I'd
rather not think about it anymore. It's better that way, but..."
The
loss of their mother had left the two boys distraught, especially since the
world around them was decidedly hostile.
As a teenager, Tarō must have
already been well-built, if not athletic — and
ready to fight at the slightest opportunity. They had nowhere else to go but they kept falling into trouble! They were never welcome anywhere, with people staring at them with anxious or angry looks, snarling rebukes, insults or threats.
In large towns and small villages alike, they weren't allowed to stay for the night... They never found anyone to offer them hospitality, not even a bowl of clear soup.
– "Or
we were invited to work for the day, but when we were done with our chores, they would throw us out!"
– "Was everyone so hard on you?"
– "Yes. Quite harsh when they took a look at Jirō..."
With
his blonde hair, blonde eyebrows, and green eyes, everyone called the younger brother a gaijin [外人,
foreigner] — with more hurtful words in store for him later. Children baited him and laughed at him. Peasants threw stones at them and chased them to the ends of their fields, beating them with their fists or
sticks.
In order to survive, Tarō and Jirō
had long been reduced to wandering around, following mountain paths into the woods, posing as monogurui
gaki [物狂い餓鬼,
"foolish children", young beggars who feigned madness to
collect alms].
– "They told
us 'Go get lost in the woods, if you can't find your way!' and we
were always thrown away, just like that."
As
the inhabitants of the villages and those of the countryside had
declared them "useless to the world and to society", they
had taken refuge higher and higher, to the top of the mountain, in
clearings farther and farther away from the fields and cultivated lands.
Having at last found a place they thought favourable for building first a hut then a shelter, where the stream fell into a small lake,
between the trees and the rocky slope, they had built their hermitage
with their own hands, adding one room after another over the years...
Kazuō could hardly imagine what it
had cost them in terms of effort, patience and willpower, to
establish themselves in this way. With its bedrooms and kitchen,
its large living room where they took their meals, the gym and the
bathroom, the plank path that bordered the terraced lake, from the
deck overlooking the entrance of the house to the waterfall at the
other end of the building, the silky tatami floors and the whole
network of hot or cold water, the brothers had built a remarkable residence, a pavilion of
pleasure worthy of the most noble lords of a bygone age.
How much time had they devoted to
this work? Kazuō couldn't say. It was painful enough for him to
imagine how much they had suffered from the cold and hunger, insults, beatings and loneliness.
– "We are lucky to feel at home, with this roof over our heads now."
– "You've
earned it. And I agree, you don't want for anything here."
–
"You could also say that the most important stuff is missing..."
– "What
do you mean?"
– "We're
always hungry, for starters."
Kazuō blushed, his mouth still full.
– "Now that you mention it..."
– "Jirō must be hungry. I want to grow stronger, much stronger, and win some wrestling tournaments. It's not the same for him..."
– "How so?"
– "When
we were children, Jirō considered himself too short, too puny... and too skinny! He envied the children of rich peasants, so lazy, so spoiled and chubby! He had to fight against them too, more often than not. I couldn't always be there
to protect him. He could always defend himself, but it left a mark. Deep down, he's
only been dreaming about the same thing: to grow bigger, thicker, and above all... fatter!"
– "Really... big and fat?"
– "Yes, really large and chunky! That's his only ambition in life."
Jirō
turned to face them, still lying down, about to wake up. As their eyes met, Kazuō felt satisfied and satiated, somehow... A fuzzy feeling of well-being, so intense and so deep, took possession of him.
– "Don't
you think I've already overeaten... way too much?"
– "...Overeaten?"
Tarō looked at him in amazement. He
didn't understand that word.
– "What
does it mean, overeating?"
– "Well..."
– "Don't
worry about it, Kazuō... You can eat and eat, as much as you want. When Jirō joins us, his first thought will be to feed you well, then he'll prepare a hearty meal for him."
– "I know... That's how he always cooks."
Kazuō heard the younger brother get up and take a few heavy steps
towards their room. Instead of telling them that he was hungry, as anyone would expect him to say, Jirō greeted them with both hands on his tummy.
– "Hello...
Well! Last night didn't make me grow much thicker. I should be fat and round already... I hope you're hungry, big fellas? I'll get a tall stack of pancakes ready for you, with glazed fruits and ice-cream."
Tarō
was smiling, winking and handing the last doughnut to his friend, who
was still slumped on the cushions and blankets. Kazuō kept thinking about
their rough and lonely lifestyle. You couldn't appreciate those boys without knowing them, but you couldn't know them
without falling in love with those bad boys...
– "Another
doughnut? After all the pastries I've eaten?"
– "Yes...
and think about what you're going to eat, in a moment!"
–
"Hmmmph..."
– "Enjoy,
and don't worry about anything."
–
"Hmmmph... Hmmmph..."
– "See?
I'm still worried about Jirō. Especially when I have to leave him
alone. Even when he stays with you, I'm still scared... that he
doesn't pack on enough weight!
In
the house 一 morning
light through heat mist
For a few days, Tarō imposed a more
consistent and abundant diet on his brother. Obviously, and despite
his efforts to eat well, his lunches and dinners were not enough to
make him grow fatter. Every morning, when their morning meals were ready, before their shower and warm-ups in the training room, Jirō was forced to devour a
first, very filling breakfast, washed down with whole milk... Tarō had
brought back large vats of milk, especially for him.
The handsome blonde boy was always a bit dizzy,
and he was struggling against sleep rather than his companions, in a fight. Kazuō was not
forgotten in this rich diet, where breakfast had taken such an important
place... He was just so well fed as Jirō, as soon as they woke up! Under such circumstances, Tarō encountered little resistance in their exercices and fights.
At the end of their last late night meal, he
would sit behind his brother and force him to eat
more and more...
– "Eat,
Jirō! You won't grow any bigger if you don't stuff your stomach."
–
"Hmmmph... Hmmmph..."
–
"More dried apricots and whipped cream! More... More..."
–
"Hmmmph..."
–
"And another big mango fritter... Enjoy."
–
"Hmmmph... Hmmmph..."
– "More
milk! Hurry up a little, and drink!"
–
"Hmmmph..."
– "That's
good, my little Jirō! Open wide..."
–
"Hmmmph... Hmmmph..."
– "Again!
You have to eat a lot... I want to see you thick with bacon."
Kazuō was puzzled by Tarō's
insistence, at first, but he had come to understand his impatience...
When they had finally finished their meal, late at night, Jirō almost fell down, exhausted — with
his mouth full and his stomach packed so tight, so round that they could believe he was going to burst. When he woke up in the morning, he barely seemed to have gained any weight...
In fact, Jirō appeared more massive
and thicker, but with more muscle meat in his arms and
thighs, his pecs and butt. Naturally burly, he only
looked clumsy and more enduring than ever... It was enough for Tarō
to take him in his arms, for some time, eager to comfort his
little brother.
– "That's
good, you've put on some healthy weight."
–
"Not good... I'm not
plump enough. You really have to fatten me up!"
Jirō felt even more frustrated than
his brother, as he squeezed his belly.
– "Why
don't I sport a round, soft and heavy belly already?"
– "You need to eat something
more than fruits, cake and ice-cream."
– "Yes...
I'm still ready to spend a few nights outside, so I'm going to
catch some nice fish, big and fatty fish! I'll bring back enough for the three of us, fry them
and prepare large meals with plenty of sauce... so we can grow fatter!"
–
"There you go... You'll do fine. I'm counting on you."
Tarō placed a kiss on his forehead. "Come back soon! Kazuō is
counting on you, too."
On the doorstep, Jirō
embraced his brother and Kazuō, as he would be gone for some time. He whispered mischievously in his ear.
– "I
wish I could grow a big belly like yours..."
In
front of the house 一 in
the evening, stormy sky
Jirō was probably more skilful or
agile than he looked... When he returned, four days later, he carried
so many wicker baskets on his back, filled with beautiful fish from
ponds and rivers, that there was enough to feed his companions and
feast for a few days. In his absence, Tarō and Kazuō had
trained as they had become accustomed — starting
very early with warm-ups, then encouraging each other in wrestling. Then they ate huge, basic but tasty meals, and they kept their hand-to-hand combat on, even in bed, with all kinds of desserts...
As
promised, Jirō had set to work immediately. His return was
celebrated with a really large feast, that same evening. Tarō insisted
that he keep gobbling fried fish, shrimp and stir-fried noodles, and drink large amounts of beer. Jirō had to stuff himself and drink until he dozed off... Kazuō thought that, perhaps, Tarō was
encouraging his brother to drink so much so that he could enjoy
the last hours of the night alone with him. It made him blush, but he didn't mind if that was true.
–
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP..."
–
"More beer, Jirō! And
more fish!"
–
"Hmmmph..."
–
"Eat, eat, eat! We're finally
going to fatten you up..."
Eager to grow,
Jirō kept gorging himself on all kinds of food... Meanwhile, Kazuō
had barely noticed that he had just finished his sixth platter of sushis with another big bowl of stir-fried noodles! He stuffed himself so effortlessly. In the morning, Tarō announced that he
would be absent for three or four days. He pointed out that the Fall was beginning to paint the foliage around the house in shades or red and gold.
It was essential, in his opinion, to bring back more
provisions — always more, again
and again! Kazuō had time to take a good look at him.
He understood him better now, and his compulsive need to hoard food in
their pantry. It all came down to his fear of running out, which had never left them since
they were children... Jirō was strong enough, and well-fed, but that fear remained deeply rooted and their old impulse was still there. Both massive and athletic, Tarō
and Jirō encouraged each other — one the one hand, to grow strong and imposing — on the other hand, to grow extra-large and chubby.
Jirō was
the more practical not-so-little brother, the more peaceful one, with complete
confidence in Tarō's physical abilities. For the latter, however,
the mere thought that Jirō could lose weight was unbearable... He felt anxious for real, and there was nothing to laugh about
it. Even though he was fed in abundance, even if he was force-fed to
the point of fainting, this handsome, blond boy, so simple, carefree
and clumsy, was still his "little brother". And he must be hungry.
– "I'll
come back with a lot of good things for you and Kazuō."
– "Come
back to us safe, and soon..." Jirō kissed him.
– "Don't
worry. When I'm back, you're going to eat... so much!"
– "Yes, Tarō."
– "You're
hungry!"
– "So hungry!"
The two brothers laughed out loud, hugging each other.
– "I'm
hungry, and I want a big, round belly like Kazuō's!"
In the
house 一 warm
and sunny morning
Tarō's absence meant that the other boys started misbehaving again, on their own terms.
– "Feeding time, Kazuō! Time to eat, and let me have my revenge."
– "What revenge?"
– "Tarō's had every opportunity to take care of you, as he takes care of
everything. Now, it's my turn to treat you!"
Their daily activities had taken a
new turn, according to the program established by Jirō: after the
shower and the physical exercises in the morning, followed by a long
hot bath, wrestling was replaced by greedy and cuddly games... There
was no longer any question of food: Kazuō was stuffed until he couldn't grab another bite! He was awakened from his nap as
soon as his stomach growled, under the gentle rubs of his
companion. Unlike his brother, Jirō had no discipline. He stuffed
himself so carelessly that he could still help himself to a bowl of
fried fish and soup with rice, after a plate of pastries. Heavily sated, he drank a large mug of beer. He hoped he had fulfilled his
promise to Tarō, by filling his belly, and he devoted himself
entirely to Kazuō as soon as he awoke.
– "Come on, big boy! Get up. That's enough sleep for this morning... You must be hungry."
– "Yes, Jirō..."
Kazuō sighed as he followed him
under the waterfall, gently led by the hand. There was no hurry. For a
serious boy like Tarō, showering was an important part of the day,
before training and wrestling... Jirō was the real bad boy in the family, much
naughtier than his big brother — and
incorrigible. Kazuō felt like he was swept up in a whirlwind...
– "Kazuō,
you make me so hungry..." I can't wait to feed you again, and again! When your belly is full and ready to burst, I know I'll be in for
a treat... Then I want you to enjoy yourself even more!"
– "Jirō..."
For several days and nights, the two
young men did nothing but have harmless fun together, eat and
drink in unreasonable amounts, go for so many sensual games and
share intimate moments of such intensity that the darkest hours of the night were illuminated, so much so that they gorged each other and played with more than fire... Kazuō could barely catch his breath, sometimes, when
Jirō purred like a tiger cub ready to pounce at any moment. Tarō had compared Kazuō to a talking and walking "big, soft cushion". His brother was like perpetual fireworks, with his green eyes
always sparkling with desire, like onibi [鬼火,
will-o'-the-wisps] at the top of the mountain — of
his whole body, well-built and thick, mounted on his powerful thighs
and his good, growing belly.
Jirō was a generous, gentle and cuddly lover, so exuberant that Kazuō felt dizzy. He may go through such a journey, in one night, from the volcanic depths of the earth
to the highest, fluffiest clouds in the sky, experiencing the
delights of all the torrents and all the forests — ready
to burst, like an overfilled wineskin, as if he had drunk all
the oceans in the wolrd in a single gulp... Jirō was just irresistible. Kazuō didn't know what to do, at this point.
He had to let himself go with the flow. How could he resist when his companion only thought about pleasing him so much? The one question he asked him, late at
night, was all the more suprising.
– "Kazuō,
tell me... Are you happy with us?"
– "Happy?"
– "Yes...
Are you happy? I don't know... satisfied?"
Jirō didn't ask him if he was happy
"with him". After all the good time they'd just had
together, there really no room for doubt.
– "Of
course, I'm happy. More than satisfied, More than just happy... I'm happy with Tarō and you."
The handsome blonde boy wrapped his arms around his belly.
– "I'm
happy with you too."
– "Jirō..."
– "Then
I hope you won't leave. We talked about it, with Tarō. He told me
to take care of you while he brought food back home for us, but he won't mind me telling you that we would be sad to let you go, even if you want to go home."
–
"Go home? You mean... Home?"
Kazuō thought so little about his old apartment that
he couldn't even give his address to a taxi driver, or find his way back in the streets...
How long was it that he got lost in the woods? He had no idea,
but he had no intention of going back to his old life! No doubt, Tarō
and Jirō assumed that he was well-off, living inside a comfortable house, wearing nice clothes — eating better food? That last suggestion was ridiculous...
– "Don't
worry, Jirō... I won't leave you. Besides..." He saw that the handsome boy who hugged him so tight was genuinely worried. "I'm way too big to go back home. I'm like... supersized now."
– "What
does it mean... supersized?"
– "I must have outgrown my old apartment, that's all. I wasn't such a large guy, before I met you."
Kazuō kept Jirō entertained like a child, as he described the kind of minuscule den he used to live in, such a narrow and tiny burrow, where hardly a rabbit or a fox couldn't build their home... The young man's laughter was so
spontaneous and so comforting that it called for more pillow talk, especially as he kept rubbing his belly in long circles.
– "All in all, I feel a bit... roly-poly."
–
"Roly-poly? What's that?"
– "Don't
you think I am... too lardy? Too chubby, maybe?"
Jirō looked at him as if he didn't
understand. Kazuō had read that same look in Tarō's eyes, when he
suggested that he had "eaten too much". Right then, the two boys truly looked like brothers, dumbstruck and clueless. The very idea
of excess must be so totally unknown to them... For a dumb blonde beast like
Jirō, it was a no-brainer.
– "You've
grown rounder, that's true... You've put on some weight... You should be proud!"
–
"I don't know about 'proud', but
I feel quite... fat."
– "Of course, you're fat. You must feel nicely full, and fat!" Jirō purred.
– "It's only because you feed me well, and I eat a lot. In the city where I lived,
I would have been told to eat less. Much, much less!"
–
"Eat less? But why?"
– "I
don't know. To make me lose weight, for sure."
– "But... Kazuō, who would be so cruel to make you lose weight?"
Kazuō didn't exepect his friend' reaction... He could see tears glistening in the corners of his eyes, and he felt
him shuddering with indignation, almost with anger.
– "I
don't know, Jirō... That's what they would have told me."
– "Is this the kind of people you lived with?"
Kazuō suddenly felt the way Jirō must have felt for him for some time. Almost sitting on
top of him, the handsome boy held him firmly by the shoulders,
with a grip that could crush a young tree trunk. He was limber enough to bend over until their lips almost touched.
– "You're definitely not going to leave us now, Kazuō! I won't let you. I don't want you to leave..."
– "I won't leave you. I promise."
– "I
don't want you to be unhappy ever again. Or skinny..."
– "No,
Jirō."
–
"I want you to enjoy everything
you do..."
– "Yes,
Jirō."
–
"And everything you eat!"
– "Yes,
Jirō..."
Much to his surprise, Kazuō saw his
companion burst into tears, hug his chest and belly so tight, covering
him with passionate kisses.
– "Ai
shiteru [愛してる,
"I love you"]!"
– "I love you too, Jirō..."
For a long time they remained
inextricably entangled.
– "Kazuō..."
The young man looked him straight in the eyes, still panting, his heart
pounding like a bass drum. "You will never go hungry. Not anymore! I want to satisfy all
your appetites. I'm going to feed you, force-feed you and fatten
you up... I want you to grow and thrive!"
– "Yes,
Jirō. Feed me. Give me more to eat..."
– "I'm
going to stuff you, Kazuō."
– "Please do,
Jirō. As for me... I'm going to grow even bigger!"
– "Your appetite will grow larger, but you'll never be hungry..."
– "No,
Jirō."
–
"Maybe you can tell to us what
you mean, when you say you've eaten 'too much', or when you think you've gained 'a lot' of weight..."
The handsome boy felt a bit better, cooling down as Kazuō swore that he would eat all the food he would be served, but he couldn't
help acting like a bad boy. Even his gentle belly rubs burned like wild fire.
– "Don't
you think I've already gained a lot of weight?"
– "Nuh huh... No,
Kazuō."
–
"You still want to fatten me
a lot?"
– "Of course, Kazuō..." Jirō was smiling, but he wasn't laughing. "If your weight had doubled, or the size of your belly, maybe? It would be easier for Tarō and me to get a fair share. See ? no jealousy between us."
The look he shot at him, as he finished
his sentence, was so hot that Kazuō melted on the spot, like a doll or an idol carved in butter...
– "Yes,
Jirō... No jealousy."
The
night was getting hotter and steamier than ever.
– "Good. I'm glad that you're staying with us, Kazuō."
– "Me
too, Jirō..."
– "Tarō
will be no less satisfied to keep you as a partner."
– "As
a partner?"
– "Yes,
in the training room, in his fighting practice..."
– "That's
right. I guess I'm his partner, if you like..."
Kazuō mused on, still fiercely embraced
by Jirō.
– "How about you... What should I be?"
– "For
me?"
– "Yes,
Jirō. For you... What do you say?"
– "I
don't know. It's true that I don't follow you when you fight..."
– "Should
we say I'm your friend?"
Jirō looked at him most mischievously.
– "Boku
no tomodachi [僕の友だち,
"my friend" or "buddy"]?"
– "Yes..."
– "You
know, I didn't really have friends when I was a kid... I did my best to stay out of the way. I was such a brat, mean like a stray cat."
After what Tarō had told him, Kazuō knew what they were up against.
– "Would
you like something else?"
– "Yup!"
Jirō's smile became irresistibly naughty again. "Kazuō... You're much more than a buddy!"
– "Okay...
Jirō?"
– "You
are my prey..."
On the
terrace, in front of the house 一 sunset
Tarō returned with his arms
laden with baskets, carrying large wooden crates on his back, all so heavy with food. His brother was there to greet him and help him store
everything in their pantry.
– "Well, well... It looks like you've finally put on a little weight?"
– "Yes,
Tarō."
Jirō let him feel his stomach with both hands.
– "It's
still far from enough, but my weight is on the rise again."
– "I bet you had to eat a lot to get there."
– "Oh!
yes..."
– "That's
good. Keep stuffing yourself!"
Tarō hugged him tenderly.
– "You
must be so hungry, too..."
– "Yes... I'm hungry!"
– "I'm
going to serve you a good meal. Everything is ready in the
kitchen."
– "And where is Kazuō?"
– "In
the bathroom."
– "At
this hour? What is he doing in there?"
– "Kazuō?
He's sleeping..."
– "How is he still asleep?"
– "Well, he's... He's exhausted."
– "You didn't let him rest, not for a moment?"
Jirō winked at his brother.
– "Maybe for a moment, every now and then... I should also tell
you, he's still pretty full right now..."
– "Oh..."
A wispy cloud spread across the
hallway, from the bathroom.
– "BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!"
With a big smile, Tarō joined his
wrestling partner in the water.
– "I'm
glad to see that Jirō has been taking good care of you!"
– "Yes..."
Kazuō replied with a yawn, still a little sleepy.
– "You
have to stuff yourself again, stuff yourself silly so you keep growing."
– "I am growing... Jirō feeds me so well, so much..."
With the help of his two companions,
who supported him and rubbed him with their sponges, wrapping him
in a large kimono, Kazuō emerged from the bathtub. After a few steps,
he sat down in the great hall, where a hearty and appetizing meal
awaited them. He felt heavy, sprawled against big, comfortable
cushions.
– "Jirō always feeds me so well..."
–
"It looks like you're enjoying yourself!"
– "He's really fattening me up. And me... I'm growing obese."
Kazuō felt wrapped in hugs, kisses and hungry looks... Jirō served him again and again. He encouraged
him to stuff himself, just as he kept gobbling down massive amounts of food. Under the waterfall, in the
wrestling room or around the fireplace, Tarō was just so cuddly and attentive as his brother, and the
day went by. When night settled
around the house, clear and limpid, they were barely at desserts.
– "Kazuō?"
–
"Hmmmph..."
– "We're
going to have to leave you alone for the night tomorrow night."
–
"Hmmmph... Why?"
– "It's
a full moon night..." Tarō explained.
– "Yes,
indeed."
– "On
such a night, Jirō and I will hunt."
This was not the first time when Kazuō slept alone in the house. He had almost forgotten about it, already... Nights spent with Tarō or Jirō were infinitely more
memorable.
– "Yes,
I hope we can kill a wild boar. For some time now, I've been hearing
beasts prowling around. He must be a handsome male, well fleshed, and
who does not move alone... That would be a nice catch. We need meat!" Tarō insisted. "We need meat, tasty red meat..."