chapter 12 - too fat

12.
The air around the stage was filled with whoops and hollers. It was cold, their breaths turning to fog in front of their faces.

“Muito gordo! Too fat! Muito gordo!” was being chanted, the volume near deafening. As I huffed and tried hefting my gut on Abram’s back again, red faced and sweaty, I worried they may be right.

Months had gone by since Abram and I first became worried about our sizes. Both of us had continued to balloon since. Abram now crested 340 pounds, he was close to his goal. I didn’t have a goal, but the last time they attempted to weigh me I broke the scale. That wasn’t good enough for Cintua though. As I pleaded, too fat to grab my own dick anymore, they laughed.

“You can still fuck though, can you not?” I blushed and nodded reluctantly. I could, but with the pounds piling high on both of us it was quickly becoming a labor. My thighs and fat pad, not to mention my massive drooping gut, had totally hidden Carver junior under curtains of adipose. It was difficult just to walk. Each quaking step sent my flesh wobbling violently. My arms were stuck out to the sides, held up by the love handles that pushed wider each day. I felt like I was wearing one of those sumo suits at the fair, except this one was under my skin.

I could still top Abram though, if barely. Each day I did the same maneuver, wondering when I would wake to find it ineffective. I waddled behind Abram’s propped ass, lifted my gut onto his back, then prodded his softness until my cock found his oiled up hole. I’d push into him and try to cum as quickly as I could, sometimes I would need two or three sessions since I grew winded so quickly. As Abram began to reach true fatty status though, things grew more challenging. I had a decent sized dick, about seven inches hard. All the inches added to my fat pad and thighs had taken it back a couple, but in position it was more than enough to get the job done. Until Abram grew a bubble butt that was. And before his thighs had gone wide. As his cheeks expanded it pushed my point of entry back that much more. One day I did my normal thrust and only just got my tip to touch his anus. My eyes bugged open as I realized it, and that's when the chants began.

“Muito gordo?” came from the crowd. At first it was like a question. That day I pushed through, my thrusts bobbing in and out of his ass. As the days went on though I made less and less penetration. The chants grew in volume and accusatory tone. Today I looked up panting, they might finally be right. The guard inspecting us had a wolfish grin on his face, if I didn’t enter Abram on the next thrust it would be decided.

I pulled back and shoved myself as far forward as I could, sweat dripping down my face. At first I felt nothing, but at its apex I could just feel Abram’s quivering ring. It wasn’t enough though, and my thrust ended at the gates. The guard cried out confirmation and pulled me back, throwing me on my stomach. I just lay there, too fat to try and roll over. I looked to the side and saw Cintura carrying a 12 inch spiked dildo my way.

“How did you get that delivered way out here?!” I blurted, prompting a cruel laugh.
“Part of the ‘supplies’ your lover brought, now get ready, it’s my turn. I’ve waited long for my cock to feel you both.”

I watched as Cintura handed off the dildo to the closest guard. They walked fully erect to Abram, running his hands down his hairy back. Cintura pinched the excess flesh that turned to rolls on his sides, palmed his quivering wide ass, stopping to kiss between his shoulders.

“Que gordura… You have been made massive, dear captain.” Abram groaned. In a flash Cintura had pulled Abram's cheeks apart and pierced him, they moaned in unison. At the same time I both felt the dildo prod my rear, and heard a gunshot.

The air of revelry shattered. Cintura looked to the edge of the forest with wild eyes and cursed.

“Ugh, not that one.”

I heard distressed mumblings, then a familiar voice over the fray.

“Carver? Abram? Is that- ho ho ho…”

Like in a movie, Paula and a crew of ten armed guards strode to the top of the stage. Paula, her lanky form clothed in a long furry winter coat, gave me a wicked grin.

“You did well with them, Cintura. Mmm, their total obese hogs! Look at Carver, he can’t even roll over.” She bit her lip, grabbing a handful of moob as I lay. Her eyes popped open when she saw Abram. Last in her presence he had been a hundred and twenty pounds lighter. He had a triple chin, rounded breasts that rested on his shelf of a belly, which wrapped around his sides to his colossal rear end.

“And Abram… wow, looks like you really let yourself go. How could you let yourself be stranded on a remote island? Sloppy sloppy. And how did no one notice you were gone? It's almost like someone told them you had left after we got back to shore... ” Abram grunted angrily.

“Get me out of here Paula, that’s an order!”

Paula laughed long and coolly.
“Oh wait, are you still a captain? Hard to maintain that status when you don’t report, and I don’t think you could pass the physical exam like this.” Abram was shocked silent.

“Don’t worry though. I’ll take you aboard as my personal guests. I’ll ensure you never go hungry, and spend your days being fucked by me and whoever else wants to.”

Before Abram could retort Paula pointed a gun at Cintura, gasps shot through the crowd. They narrowed their eyes, the green within seeming dulled.

“You had your fun, now give them up.” Paula said, eyes narrowed. Cintura raised their hands, but maintained the glare.

“On one condition.” Paula raised an eyebrow.

“Curious. I’m the one with the gun. What do you want?”

Cintura looked at us both like we were beloved pets. In a way we were.

“Keep them this size, or bigger. Just no smaller. You came at a milestone day. You see-”

Cintura slapped one of Abrams overfilled ass cheeks, then grabbed part of my fat pad that was sticking out.

“We finally made these two too fat to have sex with each other. You will need-”

A high pitched wail escaped Paula’s lips, her face went red.

“Mmmmf, Say no more. You’ve done me a service. You're telling me they have to eat as much as I say or I won’t get them off? Wonderful. What else?”

Cintura swallowed, unsure if his next demand would be accepted.

“Bring them to us once a tour. We have had much fun with them, it would be a shame to lose them forever.”

Paula looked to contemplate a moment before shoving her hand forward for a shake.

“As long as I can join in,” she said, grinning. Cintura shook it, and motioned to his guards.

“We have some tools to help roll them to the beach. They can’t move like they used to.” Both Abram and I got a slap on the ass, to which we grunted in unison. Paula chuckled.

“Just a couple greedy piggies, huh?” Cintura smiled and nodded. He was about to release Abram from his constraints when Paula stopped him.

"Well, you were just getting started with him right? Would be a shame to come here and not get a show."

Cintura smiled wolfishly, their cock jumping to attention. Paula sat on a snow dusted chair and gestured for them to continue. I sighed as I felt the dildo toy my hole. Cintura and his guards had their way with us one last time before we left the island. Paula smiled thinking of how fat she was going to make us, her fingers busy beneath her coat.

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That's it for Carver and Abram this time! So helplessly fat, will they ever get free from Paula's clutches, or will they continue to grow until they are totally immobile? I don't have plans to continue the story as of now, but I may do a one shot if there is interest.

As always, thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed. I write custom stories and non-erotic novels if anyone has any interest!