Mirrors of Gluttony. Ai Created.

Chapter 1

Robert stared at the mirror, his reflection taunting him with its lean, chiseled abs. His morning routine was meticulous—a ballet of push-ups and crunches, sweat and grunts. He scrutinized every muscle, every vein, ensuring his physique remained the envy of the gym. His 28th birthday was approaching, a milestone he'd celebrate with the same discipline that had earned him the admiration of his peers. Yet, today felt different. The barbell in his hand seemed heavier, his breaths more labored. A strange, unshakable curiosity tickled the back of his mind.

The whispers of doubt grew louder as the day of his birthday bash approached. He'd spent hours sculpting his body for the event, but a rebellious voice whispered seductive promises of a new form of power—a power that didn't rely on the confines of a gym or the approval of others. It was a power of indulgence, of letting go. In the quiet of his apartment, Robert found himself drawn to his bedroom, to the solitary act of pleasure that had always brought him a fleeting sense of release. With each passing second, the allure of the unknown grew stronger.

As the digital clock on his nightstand flicked to midnight, he felt an unexplainable urge. He peeled off his clothes, the fabric sticking to his damp skin, and laid back on his bed. His hand slid down his chest, over his stomach, and rested on his groin. The anticipation built, a crescendo of sensations that tightened his muscles and sent his pulse racing. His eyes closed, he gave in to the feeling, and as he reached climax, something peculiar occurred—his body grew. The bed groaned beneath him as he felt his muscles expand and his waistline thicken.

The shock of his transformation jolted Robert back to reality. He stumbled to the mirror, his hand still trembling, and gasped. Before his very eyes, his six-pack had vanished, replaced by a layer of soft, warm flesh that spilled over his waistband. The weight gain was significant, his body now a stark contrast to the sculpted marble of his former self. Panic surged through him, his breaths coming in short gasps as he frantically searched for an explanation. His mind raced through every diet pill and supplement he'd taken, every strange rumor he'd heard about metabolic shifts.

Days passed, and Robert's obsession grew. He experimented with his newfound power, each orgasm adding to his bulk. The sensation of his body swelling with every climax was addictive, a high more potent than any workout-induced endorphin rush. He felt the weight pile on, his clothes tightening, his steps becoming heavier. Yet, with each pound gained, the anxiety of his previous life faded away. The numbers on the scale climbed steadily, a silent testament to his descent into a realm of pleasure that was now his sole master.

His apartment, once a bastion of minimalism and discipline, began to look like the set of a glutton's feast. Empty pizza boxes littered the floor, and the fridge was stocked with food that was strictly off-limits before. His friends grew concerned, their invitations to the gym met with polite refusals. He had a new obsession, and it didn't involve treadmills or protein shakes. The taste of grease on his fingertips and the smell of junk food in the air became a siren's song, a symphony that played to his deepest desires.

Robert's body grew rapidly, his muscles now obscured by the ever-expanding layer of fat that encased him. His clothes no longer fit; his once tailored shirts now stretched to their limits, buttons popping in a cacophony of defeat. His absurdly tight jeans gave way to sweatpants that soon became too snug to wear. Yet, the more he ballooned, the more he craved the feeling of becoming even larger. The world outside his apartment grew distant, a blur of judgmental glances and whispered concerns that didn't matter anymore.

Each day, he meticulously counted down the hours until he could indulge in his five ritualistic moments of blissful oblivion. The first orgasm of the day was a gentle awakening, a soft reminder of the transformation he'd embraced. The second, a celebration of lunchtime, his stomach already distended from the feast of fast food that lay before him. The third, a mid-afternoon snack, a little nibble of pleasure to carry him through the day. The fourth, a pre-dinner warm-up, ensuring his stomach had ample room for the feast to come. And the fifth, a decadent dessert, a crescendo of gluttony that sent him into a food coma, only to be broken by the sweet embrace of his bedtime treat—his body swelling with satisfaction.

The transformation was gradual, but the changes were undeniable. His face filled out, the sharp angles of his jaw softening into a round joviality that was surprisingly appealing. His neck thickened into a double chin, which he found strangely comforting. His arms grew into thick sausages, his fingers plump with the excess weight. His legs, once powerful and defined, now jiggled with each step he took. Yet, Robert's gaze remained fixed on the mirror, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pride as he watched his body balloon. The scale, once his enemy, had become a cherished ally, whispering sweet nothings of weight gain and self-indulgence with every groan of its protesting springs.

But as the weeks turned into months, the thrill of his newfound power began to wane. His once nimble hands could no longer navigate the simple task of masturbation. His stomach had become an impenetrable fortress of flesh, leaving his cock buried and out of reach. The realization struck him like a ton of bricks—his addiction had led him to this immobile state. Panic set in as he lay on his back, his body a mountain of jiggly mass. He needed help, and he knew exactly who to call—Connor, his old gym buddy who had always envied his dedication and discipline.

Connor, a bear of a man with a heart of gold, was shocked to see Robert's transformation. The muscular Adonis he once knew was now a beached whale, unable to even roll over on his own. The sight of his friend's plight brought a mix of pity and confusion, but the bond they'd forged over the years remained unbroken. He'd always been there for Robert, through every personal victory and defeat, and now was no different. With a sigh, he agreed to help, not fully understanding the bizarre situation he was getting into.

As Connor's hand worked its magic, something strange happened. The touch of another person's skin, the intimacy of the act, stirred feelings within him that he'd long buried. Memories of their time at the gym together flooded back—the shared sweat, the quiet nods of respect, the unspoken competition that pushed them both to be better. In those moments, he realized that his feelings for Robert went far beyond friendship. The love that had been simmering beneath the surface for years was now undeniable.

With each stroke, Connor's love grew stronger. The way Robert's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure, the soft moans that escaped his lips, the way his body responded to Connor's touch—it was all too much to ignore. His heart swelled with affection as he felt the weight of Robert's hand on his own, guiding the motion. It was a silent confession of what they both truly desired. The room was thick with tension, a potent cocktail of arousal and unspoken emotions.

And then, it happened.

Connor leaned in, his lips brushing against Robert's in a passionate kiss that seemed to ignite a spark within both men. The air grew heavy with desire and something else—something unexplainable. As their tongues danced, Robert felt a surge of pleasure, his body responding in a way it never had to his own touch. He watched in horror as Connor's handsome features began to change. His jawline softened, his neck thickened, and his body swelled, mirroring his own transformation.

Connor pulled back, his eyes wide with shock and wonder. His hand went to his stomach, feeling the newfound layers of fat that had appeared almost instantaneously. He looked at Robert, his expression a mix of disbelief and excitement. "What...what just happened?" he stuttered.

Robert, equally stunned, could only manage a whisper. "My power...it's...it's transferring to you."

The revelation hung in the air like a thick fog, thickening the tension between them. Connor's hand hovered over his newfound girth, his mind racing with questions and fears. "What does this mean?"

Robert's voice was a tremble. "It means...every time you give me pleasure, every time we share this...this connection...you'll grow with me." He paused, the gravity of his words sinking in. "We're linked now. Inescapably."

Connor's eyes searched Robert's, seeking reassurance amidst the confusion. The fear in Robert's gaze was palpable, but it was the underlying excitement that truly spoke volumes. He took a deep breath, feeling his chest rise and fall with the weight of his new body. And with that breath, a decision was made. "Okay," he murmured, his voice thick with a newfound resolve. "We'll do this together."

Their bond grew stronger, fueled by a shared desire that transcended the physical. They spent their days exploring the limits of Robert's power, pushing it to new heights with every intimate encounter. Each touch, each kiss, each shared orgasm brought them closer together, their bodies growing in tandem. Connor embraced the changes, his own body now a canvas for Robert's insatiable appetite. His muscles softened, giving way to rolls of flesh that seemed to embrace him like a warm blanket. His features grew rounder, more gentle, a stark contrast to the sharpness that had once defined him.

The apartment grew smaller, their combined bulk making every movement a delicate dance. The couch groaned under their weight as they cuddled, watching TV shows that celebrated bodies of all shapes and sizes. The kitchen counter was perpetually covered in half-eaten treats, the fridge a cornucopia of high-calorie delights. They'd feed each other with trembling hands, savoring every bite, every swallow that brought them closer to their shared destiny of immobility.

Robert and Connor's love grew with every pound, their connection deeper than any set of abs or bicep ever could. They'd lie together, their bellies touching, hearts beating in sync, as they whispered sweet nothings about their future as the world's largest lovers. They'd laugh at the absurdity of it all, the sheer joy of letting go of societal norms and expectations. Their love was a beacon in a world of judgment, a testament to the beauty of embracing the unconventional.

They spent hours discussing the endless possibilities that lay before them. The thrill of seeing how large they could grow, the idea of their bodies entwined, forever a monument to their love and indulgence. It was a future that was both terrifying and exhilarating, but they faced it with the kind of courage that only comes from knowing you're with the person you truly belong with.

Connor took Robert's hand, the gesture feeling both intimate and reassuring. "Let's do it," he said, his voice strong and steady. "Let's see just how big we can get."

Their love grew as did their waistlines, and with each passing day, they found new ways to pleasure each other. Their world shrunk to the confines of their apartment, but it was a world filled with joy and passion. They discovered that the act of feeding each other was as satisfying as any workout, the gentle brush of skin as tantalizing as any dance. They'd lie on the bed, their bodies a tapestry of flesh, and feast on each other's kisses, the taste of greasy food lingering on their breaths. They'd explore every inch of their swelling bodies, discovering new curves and folds that brought them to the brink of ecstasy.

Connor, now a voluptuous mirror of Robert, reveled in his transformation. The weight gain didn't just make him feel closer to Robert; it made him feel alive in a way he never had before. He'd always felt like he was playing a role, the muscular jock who had to keep his desires in check. Now, he could be himself, the man who craved love and connection, and the food that brought him closer to it. He'd never felt so free.

They lay in bed, their bodies entangled in a warm embrace, their hearts beating in unison. The room was a symphony of squeaks and jiggles as they shifted their weight, the bed groaning beneath them like an old friend. The world outside had ceased to matter; it was just the two of them, lost in a sea of flesh and love.