A dream in four movements

Chapter 1: The Awakening

“Something sure does – *huff* – smell good – *huff*-- in here,” said Travis, struggling to catch his breath as he wobbled his way through the front door of the quaint New England home that he shared with his boyfriend Kevin. Travis closed the door behind him and followed the heavenly aroma into the kitchen, where he was greeted by an enthusiastic Kevin, who had prepared a most epic feast for his lover.

“A little out of breath, are we?” Kevin teased as he welcomed Travis home with a kiss on the cheek and a playful pat on his big tummy.

“That walkway up to the house seems to get – *huff* – longer and longer everyday,” Travis said as he set down his attaché and his coat on an empty chair and waddled his way over toward the kitchen sink to wash his hands.

“Hmm, is the walk getting longer, or are you just getting chubbier?” Kevin kidded as he pulled out a chair and gestured for Travis to take a seat and begin eating, which Travis did without hesitation.

“Maybe a bit of both,” said Travis, as he plopped his hefty behind down in the chair, quickly picking up his fork and scarfing down the massive meal before him.

In the two years that Travis and Kevin had been living together, the both of them had gone through some significant physical changes. While Kevin, who had a borderline obsession with physical fitness for himself, had grown more meaty and muscular during that time, Travis on the other hand had nearly doubled in size himself, putting on a massive amount of weight – most of it going to his large and flabby tummy. None of this was by accident, of course. The features that each of them exhibited were precisely the features that attracted them to one another. Travis was enamored of Kevin’s ripped abs, rock-hard pecs and large and stately arms, while Kevin was infatuated with Travis’s soft and plush body. From the beginning, Kevin made his intentions perfectly clear: he was looking for a tubby-boy that he could fatten up, and Travis seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

With a penchant for overindulgence, Travis had always packed on weight easily. Before meeting Kevin, he’d never considered himself to be an intentional gainer, although the idea of letting himself go and giving into his own glutinous desires always did hold a certain appeal for him. When Kevin first proposed to him that they both dedicate themselves to a feedist lifestyle, with all of their energy and efforts channeled into making Travis as fat as possible, Travis wasn’t sure just what to think. While he didn’t mind the idea of getting bigger and heavier, he was a little concerned about what his friends and family might think about it.

Travis had a very close relationship with his family, and he had made some very good friends in his capacity as an English teacher, in particular his close friend Caitlyn, who taught Spanish just across the hall from him. While he knew that all of those closest to him would be supportive of whatever choices he made in his life, so long as he was happy and healthy, he still felt that somehow they all may have something disparaging or judgemental to say if he suddenly started ballooning up. More than anything though, Travis felt that he needed to be able to trust that Kevin would have his best interest in mind always, and that he would be there to take care of him if he got too big to take care of himself.

Over time and as the couple grew closer, Travis came to feel that he could truly trust Kevin, and he began to feel a certain sense of relief in knowing that he had someone else there to think and make decisions for him. It was almost as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, a weight that Kevin would have no problem carrying with his gigantic biceps.

“Don’t be shy, eat up!” Kevin chirped enthusiastically as he set a third plateful of food in front of Travis, who was still hungry but slowing down a bit.

“Don’t mind if I – *hic!*-- do,” said Travis with a mouthful of food, quickly digging into the new plate of food before he’d completely finished the last one. “It’s nice to – *hic!* – come home to a nice big dinner after a – *hic!* – long day at work.”

“Well you know how I feel about that,” said Kevin as he took a seat at the table across from Travis. While Travis was completely surrounded by rich and fattening foods, Kevin was lightly picking at a large plastic bowl filled with nothing but lettuce and tuna.

“Yeah, I know,” said Travis without looking up from the plate in front of him, the tone in his voice acknowledging the gravity of what Kevin was talking about. “I’m just not ready to leave yet,” he went on to say in between stuffing forkfuls of pasta in his mouth, “I love my job, and I love the people I work with. Teaching has been –*hic!*-- my main focus for so long.”

“I understand,” Kevin said sympathetically, masking his impatience with dulcet tones, “believe me, I get it. I love teaching History and I love my students. I couldn’t imagine leaving now.”

“So you understand my – *hic!* – hesitance to want to quit my job and – *hic!* – become housebound,” Travis responded, finally setting down his fork and looking up at Kevin.

“Of course I do,” Kevin said, reaching across the table and taking Travis’s plump little hand into his firm and loving grip. “I just want you to know that you don’t have to worry about anything,” he continued, looking deep into Travis’s eyes, “I want you to know that I’ve got your back, and I’m always looking out for you. You won’t have to worry about money, or bills, or long stressful days at work.”

Travis felt a swooning in his heart as he listened to Kevin’s words. The thought of being pampered and cared for without a worry in the world sounded like heaven to him, a dream that he had only ever dared to dream silently to and himself. Yet even though he knew that he could trust Kevin to be there for him always, there was still some part of him that was struggling to let go and give up control.

Kevin got up from his seat and walked over to Travis, crouching down behind him and reaching around to put his hands on Travis’s large and protruding belly, which by now had become very stuffed and bloated. “The only thing you need to think about is making this fat belly of yours get fatter and fatter,” Kevin said in a low and breathy voice as he nuzzled his nose behind Travis’s ear, his soft lips grazing up and against the side of his flabby neck. “Think about it: all you’d have to do all day long is sleep and eat, and sleep and eat – and eat and eat and eat!”

Travis could feel himself melting into Kevin’s arms as the sweet nothings he was whispering into his ear enveloped his brain and coursed through his veins, taking hold of his senses like a strong sedative. The fullness of his belly combined with the warmth of Kevin’s embrace was lulling Travis into a state of tranquility that a team of wild horses couldn’t drag him out of. He was slowly becoming literal puddy in his lover’s arms, helpless but to let himself go and become no more than the object of Kevin’s every whim and fancy.

In that moment, something was awakening inside of Travis, something that perhaps had been laying dormant within him for all of his life. A deep hunger was roiling up inside of him, longing to be satisfied, a void yearning to be filled up to its brim and beyond, coupled with a voice that was crying out louder and louder until it could no longer be denied, saying: Feed me, daddy. Feed me.

“We need to stay focused,” Kevin said, his voice getting deeper and his tone more intense, “we need to set goals for ourselves and take them seriously.”

“Goals?” Travis said quizzically, abruptly shaken from his trance-like state by Kevin’s intensity. “What kind of goals?”

“We’ve talked about this,” Kevin said, “you know that I am trying to get myself up and over ninety percent muscle mass and down to less than ten percent body fat by the end of the year. That’s why I’ve been working out so hard at the gym lately.” Kevin then pushed up the short-sleeve of his t-shirt and flexed his bicep muscles, showing off its girth and its firmness.

“Oh, baby,” Travis cooed as his eyes ogled his lover’s Atlas-like physique.

“You on the other hand,” Kevin said then, “I’d like to see you get up to five hundred pounds by the end of the year.”

“Five hundred!?” Travis exclaimed through a mouthful of antipasto, as he had rapidly resumed his repast. “That seems like – *hic!* – kind of a lot.”

Travis was a relatively modest two hundred and twenty pounds when he and Kevin first began their journey of mutual body modification. Two years and more than one hundred pounds later, he found himself growing bigger and rounder by the day. The thought of fattening himself up to five hundred pounds, as daunting a task as it seemed, was undeniably exciting to him.

“It is a lot,” Kevin said excitedly as he grabbed Travis's billowing love handle sticking out from beneath the side of his ever-shrinking shirt, shaking it playfully. “You really need to start doubling up on the calories and stacking on the pounds if we’re going to get you immobile within the next two years.”


And there it was, the big word: immobile. Travis’s heart skipped a beat as this loaded terminology dripped off of his lover’s lips. Immobility was a concept that both thrilled and terrified Travis. The feeling of being so big and so fat that he was completely bed-bound, unable to walk or move on his own, dependent on others for everything, it was a feeling he was wildly curious to know first hand, as frightening as it was. The very idea of spending the rest of his days hopelessly dependent on Kevin as he lay helpless as a babe, trapped inside of his own body as his skeleton swam about within a massive blob of adipose tissue, his entire existence reduced to being nothing more than a gigantic eating machine – all of these thoughts filled his heart with equal parts comfort and dread.

“You know what I want,” Kevin’s voice rumbled in a low and breathy voice. “I want you to be my chubby little love-lump, my fat little butter-ball; I want to feed you and fatten you up beyond both of our wildest dreams. I want to pamper you and spoil you and take care of your every need.”

“I know you do,” said Travis, turning his head to give Kevin a tender peck on the lips. “You take such good care of me, and I want to make you happy. I want to do this for you – I really do.”

“Well in that case,” said Kevin as his fingers glided over the surface of Travis’s roundness, “we’d better stop talking so you can get back to eating. You still have a plateful left and there’s plenty more for you to finish off before you can have the main course.”

“Main course?” Travis asked, his lips bending upward into a smile as his tongue came poking out, licking at his chops hungrily. Kevin lifted himself up from his crouched position and walked over toward the oven, pulling out a very large pan overflowing with rich and decadent cheesy-goodness.

“My quadruple-layered lasagna,” said Kevin, “your favorite.”

“Oh God, I love your lasagna,” Travis sighed as he took in the heavenly aroma. “All that cheese, rich sauce, and layers and layers of pasta filled with pork, sausage, ham and ground beef – you really do know how to – *hic*-- spoil a fatty!”

“Ah, but you don’t get any until you’ve finished off five more plates of your antipasto,” Kevin teased, quickly turning and stuffing the lasagna back inside of the oven to keep it warm.

“Five more plates?” Travis exclaimed. “That’s kind of a lot, I don’t know if I can –*hic!* – fit that much more in here,” and he patted himself on both sides of his large abdomen, which was now beginning to break its way free from his tightly fitting button-down shirt.

“Aw, I think you’ve got plenty of room in this big ol’ belly of yours,” Kevin cooed seductively. “Have faith in yourself, I know you can do it. I wouldn’t ask it of you if I didn’t think you could handle it.” Travis let his tongue hang out over his lower lip, opening his mouth wide as he started panting heavily, desperately attempting to oxidate, filling his belly up with air to make more room inside of himself.

“I’ll tell you what,” Travis said finally, “I’ll make a –*huff*-- deal with you. *hic!* I’ll take down six more plates for you if you promise – oh, – if you – *BRRAAAP!* – Oh, gosh! Excuse me! *whew!* I’ll eat six more plates for you if you promise we can take that lasagna into the –*hic!* – bedroom. This fatty is getting awfully full and – *hic!*-- I think I’m going to need to lay down.”

“That’s a good boy,” said Kevin with a wide grin stretched across his face. Quickly he piled up another heaping plateful and set it in front of Travis. Travis dutifully ate and ate like a fiend, stuffing himself fuller than he’d ever been in his life. His belly was getting so full and so round that it had completely broken out of his shirt, pressing itself up against the edge of the table, so much so that it was difficult for Travis to stretch out his chunky arms enough to reach the food in front of him. When the sixth plate had been polished off, Kevin looked down at Travis with a very pleased look on his face, and just as he was about to help him to his feet and lead him to his reward, he was shocked to hear Travis utter the words: “One – *huff* – more – *huff* – plate!”

“See, I knew you could do it,” Kevin chuckled as he gave Travis a firm slap on the side of his stuffed-solid gut, making a loud thump sound that resonated throughout their now very untidy kitchen. “You’re such a greedy little fat-boy! I love it!”

Kevin served up plate number seven for Travis, who ate it all up just as quickly as he could, making for a total of ten heaping platefuls Travis had polished off that evening. Then as promised, Kevin helped Travis up from his chair and guided him as he waddled precariously down the hallway and toward the bedroom. Once there, Travis fell down and flopped his massively overfed body on top of their king sized bed, landing on his back and he bouncing up and down as if he were on a trampoline, his gargantuan tummy wobbling from side to side as it towered in the air above him. Kevin did his best to prop him up with some soft pillows and make him comfortable before grabbing his lasagna and a big wooden spoon and stuffing heaping mouthful after mouthful into Travis’s maw. Travis’s eyes were growing heavy as he slowly drifted off into a food-induced coma, his jaws continuing to move up and down as if chewing were an involuntary reflex at this point.

When every last drop of the lasagna was inside of Travis’s big belly, Kevin set the pan down on the nightstand and retrieved a towel from a nearby dresser drawer so that he could wipe the drizzle of drool and marinara off of Travis’s face. Travis lay completely still now with his mouth open and his tongue dangling down to his chin, his eyes closed and his nude belly sticking up high above him, taut and shiny in the dim light of the bedroom. Without saying another word, Kevin disrobed and climbed into bed, gently nudging Travis over onto his side as a wash of digestive juices audibly sloshed around inside of him, his mammoth gut rippling about and bouncing up and down before crashing onto the mattress surface. Then Kevin wrapped his strong arms around Travis’s expanse as best as he could, massaging his giant tummy as he spooned him from behind, and there the two drifted off into a peaceful slumber, both of them dreaming of what adventures were yet to come for them both.