chapter 4

It had been a year since Steve moved in, four months since we discovered a love of mutual gaining. He had nearly passed my weight. I was 274 pounds and he had picked up to around 270. He was huge.

I loved how he looked so meaty in his work clothes. The buttons on his shirts were at their limits and you could often see a bit of his beautiful skin in the areas created by the straining fabric.

His love handles drooped over the sides of his pants, always ready for me to pinch. His ass had expanded the most. It would hang off the sides of chairs just like mine, maybe even more. His square jaw was backed with a nice layer of fat and his cheeks were really rounding out.

We were a fat and happy couple. I had really just maintained. I wanted him to get bigger than me. I loved just laying with him, our fat guts pressing against one another's.

"I'm starving," he said as he grinned widely. I was putting the finishing touches on a huge dish of pasta I was preparing. He could eat so much. I remember that first date we had, at that buffet, and even then he could really put it away. He had always had potential.

"You know, you keep eating like this you're going to get really fat."

"You tell me that every day! I haven't gained a pound and I eat like this all the time." He rubbed his belly, which was scarcely covered by an extra large t-shirt.

"I don't know. It looks like you may have put on a few..."

"Are you calling me fat?" he asked in mock-shock.

"Um, yeah."

"You're looking quite chunky yourself."

"Am not," I protested, sticking out my gut to exaggerate its girth.

"Yeah, your gut is way bigger than mine."

"Not for long." I set a huge plate of pasta in front of him along with a loaf of garlic bread. He ate all of it and asked for more before I was halfway done with my first plate.

He ate more and more until I had two plates to his six. He handed me his plate for more, but I had to tell him we were all out. "But I'm still hungry," he pouted.

"We have some ice cream," I suggested.

He smiled as I pulled out a pint of double chocolate fudge. I grabbed a spoon and we made our way to the couch. "That looks good," he said as I got the first spoonful. I put it up to his lips and changed course for mine.

"Mmm, that is delicious."

"That's not nice." I did it two more times before he took the spoon from me and began to eat the ice cream at a rapid pace.

"You'll get a brain freeze." Who was I kidding? He had some sort of immunity and he knew it. He spilled a little bit on his exposed belly.

I swooped down to lick it from around his belly button. I felt his belly tense from my extra, unnecessary licks. He laughed. I went to get some of the ice cream but it was gone. "Sorry."

"You ate it all!?"

"I said that I was sorry. I got carried away."

"You're such a pig."

"I know." I could see he was getting an erection. I moved in to kiss his chocolate covered lips.

"Yummy." I leaned my weight into his bloated gut and felt it pushing into me. It was warm and soft. I kissed him again and felt my penis stiffen. We got up and made our way to the bedroom. I removed my sweatpants and t-shirt.

I saw him trying to get his huge ass out of a pair of extra tight bikini briefs. The red pair that was too tight at 226. His ass was not even able to fit into them. He got them off and got on all fours on the bed. His belly jiggled with the momentum.

I climbed up behind him and entered his huge butt. I felt its cushion as my own substantial gut rested on his meaty back. I felt myself finish after he moaned at his own arrival.

We were lying next to one another and I realized my bed was becoming too small. We were each almost over the edge.

The days moved on and he got bigger and bigger. I wondered when we would do something fun, that couples did. I finally suggested a trip. "You know, it's summer, and I was wondering if..."

"We could go to the beach?"

"No, but that's better than my idea."

"Only if I can pick your swimsuit." He smiled.

"If I can pick yours."

"Deal," we said in unison.