Chapter 4 - motivation

One look in the mirror is telling. His jaw drops as he witnesses the changes his body has gone through in the past few months. Dylan switched jobs and got hired at a gym as an assistant to the main trainer. Since working there Dylan only managed to pack on more muscle in his biceps and pecs.

Oliver, on the other hand, doesn’t recognize himself. He consumes enough food to gain 3 pounds a week. He smokes weed several days each week and barely leaves his apartment. He eats when he's bored while Dylan is at work. In a total of 4 months Oliver has packed on close to 50 pounds. It is much more than either of them could have imagined, but the more Oliver packs on the more adventurous their sex life becomes and their fun physically manifests on his body.

He pouts at his reflection, praying he is looking at a fun house mirror. His hair is unkempt and he is growing a beard. He wishes those were the only changes.The beard is the only thing that obscures his double chin.
As Oliver gets bigger his body morphs more and more into a glorious pear shape. The thick layer of paunch droops downward while his ass fills out, cellulite forming on the mounds as they expand west to east and wrap around his child bearing hips. These days his body looks like a candle that slowly melts and drips downward. His pale skin is tight and scarred with stretch marks like little red flares, begging for help.

The fat in his chest grows faster as well. His breasts are much larger, something neither of them expected given how skinny Oliver was just a few months ago. On top sit two perky nipples. He wonders what size of bra fit him best. Probably a C cup, he decides.
His body bursts out of his shirt. He knows it’s time to go up a size, but Dylan will make a big deal about it again. He tries to pull the shirt down to cover his belly as Dylan walks into the room. They lock eyes in the reflection while Dylan grins deviously watching his fat boyfriend turn several shades of red like his blushes were a flip book.

“Isn’t that shirt only a month old? Just look, you’re getting so fat,” coos Dylan as he walks closer.

Oliver blushes. He doesn’t want to correct him that the shirt was actually only three weeks old. He knows the weight is coming on fast; they are overdoing the feeding sessions. It doesn’t help that Oliver melts to everything Dylan says and does on top of smoking, eating, and being sedentary. He was eating more than he ever did as a track star, which was already three times the recommended calories for his age. He spent his four years of high school worrying about his appearance. It felt good to let go every night, but every morning regret washes over him.

Dylan walks behind him pushing his body against Dylan. He puts his left hand under Oliver’s gut and squeezes as his right hand wraps around one of Oliver’s plushy breasts. Oliver let’s our a slight moan as Dylan squeezes and nibbles on his ear.

“You’ve got fucking hot tits, big boy,” purrs Dylan.

“Uh. I-oh...M-maybe we could spend more time together doing something that doesn’t involve smoking pot and eating. I love doing those things, but I’m gaining weight very quickly. I know you like it. I hate to admit it, but I’m starting to like it too. I’m just thinking maybe I could slow down and go to the gym with you,” suggests Oliver.

Dylan snorts. “I work for the gym. I do work out there too, but I really don’t think that’s the right decision. It just seems inappropriate for us to take you on as a client.”

“You have a pass that allows you to bring a guest. It’s not inappropriate.”

“Sweetie, you’re not going to like it. You would be absolutely miserable. You’ve really slowed down your walking speed these past few months. You’d be so out of breath and red in the face. You’d beg me to bring you home. You’d be much more comfy in bed with a tub of ice cream watching The Office.”

Oliver becomes silent, pondering Dylan’s arguments. He hates to admit the validity of the accusations, but he is still a little angry Dylan won’t let him try. He feels like he has to do something before his weight becomes a huge issue.

“Ollie pop. Please don’t be mad at me.”

They stand in silence for fifteen seconds. Dylan continues “You already get to look at this fit stud and our bedroom is kind of like a gym the way we use it. I’ll make you a promise. If you start drinking these gainer shakes and work out using my home equipment for a month, enjoy it, and gain muscle mass I will bring you to the gym every single day.”

Oliver asks, “Why are you like this?”

“When I was nine I was abducted by aliens and now I have a microchip in my brain that takes over when I see a fat guy. They are probably watching us right now and making me fatten you up so they can eat you,” laughs Dylan.

“Shut up. I’m being serious,” says Oliver as he crosses his arms.

“Ollie, I don’t know. I’ve just always loved larger guys. I love grabbing bellies and tits and ass. The bigger the better.”

“How big is too big?”

“I just said bigger is better. Listen, I love guys like you at your current size. I also love superchubs. You can’t get too big for me. When I was younger I checked out the Guinness Book of World Records over and over again to see the world’s fattest man. I’m pretty sure when I returned the book the pages were hard and stuck together.”

Oliver laughs, half-alarmed, not expecting that answer, but a librarian getting a cum-dried book is comical. He turns around to face Dylan.

“You can stop any time you want. I won’t say no, or at least I won’t completely. I’m just asking you to think long and hard if weight loss is really what you want. When we are making love you really seem to get into the fat fetish stuff. Is it really because you personally hate it or do you really want to lose weight because you’re embarrassed that you’re not supposed to want to get fat? Especially not this fat. Only lose weight for you, not because of what someone else wants and only gain weight because I tell you to do it, son,” concludes Dylan winking at his lover.

“That’s kinda really sweet of you, dork,” chuckles Oliver. Dylan grabs Dylan’s chubby face and tugs him into a long kiss.

“Dilly, I will think about it, but if I want to try it do you really mean what you say about letting me work out? Will you really let me go to the gym if that’s what I want? Can we go get some powder for those shakes? I want to prove to you I’m motivated.”

“Sure. I love you whether you’re back at your starting weight or if you put on 1,000 pounds. I just want you and for you to be happy with who you are and being with me. Let’s get you some new clothes and some powder if that’s what you want. I’ll grab my keys and meet you in the car, cute stuff.”