Chapter 2 - sean

Sean Welch had known Matt Porter since college, when they’d been paired together as roommates in their second year and seemed to instantly form a bond. Matt was just a little chubby back then, eating the typical freshman junk food and relishing in the newfound freedom to eat whatever and however much he wanted now he’d escaped his health conscious family home. Sean found Matt’s constant pigging out somewhat comforting. It made him smile to come back from a day of gruelling lectures to his dorm room and find Matt happily scoffing down a mega portion (four pots poured into one bowl) of oily ramen noodle in his pyjamas. How little had really changed in the last 8 years.
Sean surveyed the sea of takeaway packaging that covered the kitchen and living room tables. Matt was taking a break from his wobbling attempts to get up, clearly too humiliated to make an exhibit of himself further in his efforts to hide his pig out. Sean tried to break the ice.
“Hey, at least you’re still using tables. You haven’t gone full blown hog yet,” Sean said, the words falling out of his mouth quickly but completely clearly. Matt gaped at him and turned an even brighter shade of crimson. Sean was stunned. Had he really just said that? He looked at his best friend again and realised Matt couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
“Hey, hey I’m sorry, dude, bad joke. More Ryan’s style of humour, you see what happens when I try and be funny,” Sean laughed at himself lightly, trying to ease the tension. Matt’s face softened a little.
“He’s down the hall, trying to try his luck with Lexi again,” Sean rolled his eyes, “I keep saying he’s got no chance she’ll actually want to be more then friends with benefits but what do I know?” Matt smiled, and Sean finally felt the crisis had been averted.
“Well, you got Ashley, didn’t you?” Matt said, eyeing up some of his unopened burgers, as if weighing up the chances wether or Sean commenting if Matt continued his afternoon feast. Ashley and Sean had been together for five years, and Sean felt blessed every day to have a girlfriend that understood the bond Sean and Matt had.
Sean paused before replying. It was strange how often Ashley dropped out of his mind entirely when it was just Sean and Matt, alone together.
“Yeah, I suppose I did. Gotta count for something right?” It was Sean now blushing. Sean tried not to make his words sound too awkward, and distracted himself by beginning to clean up Matt’s feasting debris which littered the apartment.
“I’m uh, sorry about all that,” Matt said from where his enormous frame swamped over the large sofa, “you’re usually all back later.” He was shifting a little, as if measuring up whether to take another shot at getting up.
“No worries, bro, I’ve got it,” Sean reassured Matt, ushering him back down into his food nest just with his words, “I didn’t mean to surprise you. Ryan and me just had a half day at work. Everyone else will be back in a couple of hours as normal, though who knows about Ryan.” His best friend grunted his understanding. Matt looked almost back to his usual self, relaxing into his sea of flab and looking comfortable. Sean finished tidying up the food wrappers while Matt began to eat again, his shirt looking painfully small and riding up his body to his…Sean thought for a moment. They were breasts, at this point, he couldn’t deny it. Enormous man boobs, bigger than Sean was sure he’d ever seen on any other man. The entire time Sean had known him, Matt had been perpetually growing, fattening himself with increasing amounts of food every moment he could. Matt thought that his roommates put up with a lot, sharing their flat with a man who was bigger than three normal men put together before he’d even reached the age of 30. But what Matt had very little awareness of was how much his roommates cared for their friend and vicariously enjoyed his lifestyle.
Sean tried his best not to linger on his best friend’s settled, billowing whale-like form as he tidied the trash around him. Matt ate a bit more quickly, as if trying to squash his panic of being in such close proximity to his best friend in the whole world while he made even more mess for Sean to clear up.
How could he reassure him that he was okay with him expressing his true piggy self like this? Matt looked almost annoyed, disgruntled by Sean’s closeness, and Sean knew that with more mobility Matt would have moved to his room to gorge himself in peace like he used to do by this point.
Sean got to his knees on the living room floor to pick up the last of the Matt’s mess. The man looked impossibly large from this angle, as if he’d been inflated several times the size he had been when the pair had first met. Matt’s lower fat wobbled and sloshed with the movement caused by his eating, his mammoth arms flapping with the smallest change of posture and his chubby fingers wrapped around his edible, glorious happiness. He still looked embarrassed and hyper aware that Sean was watching him, and Sean was running out of clearing up to do as a cover for staring at his elephantine friend. Suddenly, Matt’s stomach let out a huge, painful gurgle, like his digestive system was complaining about having to work overtime. Matt grimaced, eyes pinched closed, his embarrassment forgotten as he clamped a pudgy hand to his the mounds of stomach flab blanketing his middle.
“Fuck,” he whispered almost inaudibly, stroking his soft fat in circles but only reaching two thirds of the way down his expansive belly.
Sean felt such a rush of warmth as he saw his best friend of so many years be so uninhibited, like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He felt himself start to harden in his pants but tried his best to ignore the sensation and focus on helping Matt with his discomfort. Another huge noise gurgled loudly inside Matt and he leant his head back, his thick chins and lack of neck keeping his head nicely supported but his huge cheeks and the angle keeping most of his own body from view.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Sean said gently, and Matt in his food-drunk stupor opened them slightly to see what his friend was planning, but only saw the top of Sean’s head. Another digestion noise had Matt whining a little in discomfort, head tilted right back in surrender to his behemoth form.
Sean raised his hands towards Matt’s stomach, noticing himself shaking a little with trepidation at the sensation of such a vulnerable and intimate touch. What am I doing? Sean hissed to himself, but an instant later it was happening.