chapter 9

I knew Dr. Lawry would be back and I knew he'd be coming for Axel. I had been going to class off and on for over a month. I was still doing my work, making sure to get to campus to turn in papers and other major assignments. Every time I left the house I feared I'd never see Axel again. That I'd return home to my apartment torn apart and my enormous houseguest nowhere to be found.

"Casey," Axel called out to me from the kitchen. I'd given my friend an assignment for tomorrow's class and she had gone home. I made my way to where he was. He sat shirtless at the table with his legs spread apart and his belly bulging out in a heavy sphere, relaxing his stomach muscles after indulging on some cookies we baked earlier in the day. His meaty backside filled up the kitchen chair over capacity.

His back was arched and his meaty pecs, which were covered in a substantial layer of flab, jutted out making him look massive. There was no pretending he was the same size or hiding his belly because it bowed out even when he hadn't eaten, as rare as that was.

His once thin face had begun to fill out and he started to get a double chin. I noted that his cheeks were very red. It was honestly the first time I ever saw him look embarrassed, or nervous. He didn't seem to ever convey those emotions. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Your face is flushed."

"I'm all right," he said, much more confidently than he looked. He lifted his bulk up out of the chair and made his way over to me at the counter. He looked down at me, face serious and determined. His belly pressed my body back, my butt up against the counter. His stomach pressing me back like that was so arousing.

"I am going to kiss you," he said, cheeks rosy. Before I had the chance to reply he pushed his mouth against mine. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. He tasted like gingersnaps. His breathing became heavier and I thought slightly about what Dr. Lawry said, about rape and the neck snapping. I knew that wouldn't happen. Axel would never do that--ever.

He was so warm. I hadn't had sex since Jonah, and I wanted nothing more than to give myself to Axel. It had been on my mind ever since that day Dr. Lawry bombarded his way back into Axel's life. That whole conversation made me confront the possibility of an intimate relationship with Axel.

I wasn't thinking clearly, at least not with my brain. My dick pressed against my jeans making my pants feel really tight. I knew Axel was turned on too, as I could feel his dick on my stomach. He bit my neck, sucking on it, then covering it with gentle kisses. I moaned loudly, unable to control myself. I grabbed his butt, working my way up his back. He'd have a large V-shape if his love handles didn't pour away from his body, thick and fleshy. He kissed me on the mouth again.

We moved towards my bedroom, stopping outside of the bathroom. "Can we do something?" I asked.

"Okay," he said. "But what's in the bathroom?" I directed him to the scale and told him to stand on it. I was curious about how much he could put on in five weeks. Up until this point I had never made him weigh in, but I needed this. "Am--am I in trouble?" he asked, his arms covering his middle. He looked at the scale nervously.

"No, of course not," I said. This was perverted, and I'd made him uncomfortable. What was up with me? I liked a wide range of male body types, but I'd never been with someone as big as Axel was. There was something so erotic about having seen him grow into the biggest, most muscular man that I'd ever seen. I hadn't considered that he was self-conscious about his body.

"When I don't do well in the weigh-ins, I don't get to eat for a while."

"I won't be upset with what that scale says," I told him, about to be completely honest with him. "Axel, I--I kind of like it. How big you've gotten." He moved his arms.

"You like it, really?" he asked. "I did a good job?" I smiled awkwardly, nodding my confirmation. He walked over to the scale and stood on it. I hit the floor, so I could read the results. 347 pounds. My penis surged, and I felt a small drip of pre-cum.

I stood up, and he stepped off the scale, smiling at me. I'd never been more turned on in my entire life. I pulled him towards my bedroom, and looking at my queen-sized bed, I found it to be awfully small. He pulled off his cotton shorts, which we had purchased on our second shopping trip, revealing a small purple pair of striped briefs. His thighs looked gigantic, larger than my waist. He could hold up a house with those legs.

His ass was beefy and round, an enhanced version of the butt I saw a little over a month ago. His penis made a significant bulge in the underwear and I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. He removed his briefs at the same time I pulled mine off. I stood closest to the bed and he pushed me back, a bit forcefully.

He straddled me, kissing me hard. His hands pressed against the bed on the opposing sides of my head. His forearms were huge, and I couldn't believe how firm they looked. He was even more muscular than when we first met, but he didn't go to the gym or anything. He stopped kissing me, looking at me intensely. Once again, I was seeing a different side to him. He was so fucking hot, his lips parted in lust, his eyes staring at me with desire.

I pushed him off gently and walked towards my dresser. "We need some things," I said as I rummaged through a drawer. I pulled out some lube and the largest condom I had. I had to help him put it on. He said it tickled. Leave it to him to say a condom tickled. I lubed up his dick as well as my hole. I told him what to do and he placed his sizeable penis near my ass.

He slid in faster than I would have anticipated, and I gasped loudly. "Are you okay Casey?" he asked.

"Keep going," I said, face down on the bed. He thrust his ample hips and held onto me with his big, manly hands. He went harder and harder and I thought of what Mr. Lawry said again. Harder. He grunted, his breathing deep. I just hoped I wasn't too loud, not wanted to alarm him. Harder. Cum shot from my penis in what felt like an eternal stream. I'd never come from just anal before, and definitely not so fast. He was better than--what was his name? Joseph? Johan? Oh, it was Jonah. Axel was still going, and he was getting a little more aggressive. One last grunt and he came.

We laid next to one another. "I love you Casey," he said with all the feeling in the world I almost started bawling. "I never knew I could feel this happy."

"I--I love you too Axel." He grabbed me, spooning me. His belly pressed against my firm body. I was still hard, and he was too.

"I didn't hurt you," he said, his face conveying a large, proud smile. I didn't have the heart to tell him he was a bit rough. Hell, I kind of liked it.

"You didn't," I confirmed, returning the smile. He asked me when we could do that again. I laughed and told him soon. I needed at least a couple hours before I'd be able to go again.