Chapter 1 - An Ill-Fated Friendship

[Disclaimer: Obviously, this is an abusive relationship. Never do anything that is non-consenual IRL. Story for kinky fantasy purposes only.]

It was hard for Max to deny that he and Tony were really hitting it off. They talked online as members of the same fat-loving community. Max had always wanted to fatten someone until their colossal girth dwarfed his thin, lithe frame. It was his role to do all the chores and bring all the food, and it was his feedee's role to eat and be lazy; however, despite the media proclaiming there was an "obesity epidemic," it had been several long, lonely years since his last meetup with a gainer.

Tony also loved to fatten people up, including himself. Although Max loved talking with Tony about their obvious shared interests in fuller figures, and often found himself entranced by the photos Tony posted of his expanding body and gluttonous binges, Max lamented the fact that this nearly perfect man was a mutual gainer, and wanted to get fatter together with his partner. This was something Max was strongly opposed to when it came to his own prospective future, because the thought of himself getting larger horrified him. All the food had to be reserved for shoving in his partner's face. He wanted his slender body to be the foil that emphasized what a whale he made his partner become. Besides, how hard would it be to have sex if both of them were round? How difficult to take care of one as they both struggled more with everyday tasks? In Max's mind, it was simply untenable. And so, the two remained good friends.

It was a surprise when Tony messaged him out of the blue one day, saying that he would be moving to Max's city. What were the odds!? Max was thrilled that he could suddenly meet the person who understood him best in real life–not to mention that his friend was such eye candy. Max didn't know any other fat admirers near him, so he enthusiastically agreed to Tony's offer to meet up for lunch. All the better to watch a fat guy eat, one of his lifelong guilty pleasures.

The lunch was incredible! It was a little hole in the wall Max had suggested, since it was the best Thai place in town. He rarely had an excuse to go out, but now he was excited by the idea that he could introduce his friend to all his favorite spots, getting to chat and bond over the meal.

It didn't take all that long for Max's trained eyes to notice all the food was having a delicious effect on Tony's figure. Max's feeder urges were ecstatic, suggesting that they meet up for food more and more. It was a heady rush watching his fat best friend get wider and slower and hungrier. He couldn't stop his romance-starved heart from falling for Tony.

Tony was no idiot; a lover of all things related to weight gain on himself and others, he had no problem reading his friend's mind as Max attempted to covertly check him out. It felt amazing to have someone else admire his body while his fat cheeks enjoyed as much food as he could handle. Therefore, although it was an unplanned surprise for Max, Tony knew it was simply a logical progression when a liquored-up Max suddenly leaned over Tony's round body and kissed him passionately. The next morning, Max was mortified to realize that it was the best make out session of his life, and that he wanted more. He was in love.

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When Max confessed, Tony had been ready for this day. He tried to look as innocent as possible when he regretfully informed Max that he just couldn't be in a relationship with someone skinny. Max was absolutely devastated. This was the first time he had ever felt a genuine connection to someone else; Tony was his dream man, and he couldn't get the memory of that drunken kiss out of his head. He had been so lonely for so many years, and yet here was a man who never passed up an opportunity to eat and gladly displayed his gluttony for the admiring Max. The heartbreak was just too much.

After an interminable month of no contact, Max showed up at Tony's door.

"Please," he pleaded tearfully to his former friend, "do whatever you want to me. I don't care anymore; all I know is that I can't live without you. I'll get fat for you if you want me to, just don't leave me again."

Tony could see the desperation in Max's eyes, and his heart raced with excitement and power. His gamble had worked; he had played his cards, and now the scrawny Max had finally caved. Tony had known that, if he just kept gaining, sooner or later Max wouldn't be able to resist his plush body. The day he had been waiting all this time for had finally come.

Max's heart fell when Tony frowned in mock deliberation.

"Well," he mused, "I don't know about this. I promised myself I wouldn't date skinny guys ever again. They tend to say things they don't mean."

Max blurted before he even knew what he was saying: "I'll prove it to you! If I gain 25 pounds, will you go out with me!?"

Tony gave his old friend a small smile. "Make it 50 and you've got a deal."

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Max's stomach hurt. Empty trash that once held food was scattered all over his formerly clean apartment. He rubbed his round gut, trying to make room for more. He had been force feeding himself for a month, dreaming of being reunited with sexy Tony. He had gone up a clothing size and was already filling his new clothes out, but he despaired that it still wasn't enough. He was far from the 50 Tony demanded of him. Even though he disliked what he was doing to his body, he was determined to reach the goal. He was halfway there–halfway to his perfect life, living with the man he loved, getting to feed him as much as he wanted. With a groan, he shoved another slice of pizza in his face.

The next time he stood facing Tony's door, another month had passed. A difficult month of sacrifice and pained belly rubs, but it had all been worth it. He was 52 pounds heavier, and he felt every bit of it. His new jeans were digging into his sides, but he hoped Tony would like it. As much as he hated his newly chubby frame, as long as Tony was pleased that was all that mattered.

Tony's eyes now crawled up and down Max's body, pleased at his friend's good work. He was pleasantly surprised that 50 new pounds had transformed his friend's body even more than expected. His chunky silhouette begged for Tony's fat hands, as he grabbed Max's shorter body in his strong arms and kissed him just as passionately as Max had kissed him before.

What Max had been too focused on his own gain to notice was that Tony had taken these two months of separation to slim down. As much as he loved food, he had a secret, the one confession he had never told his friend: he, too, was a feeder. Tony had even more in common with Max than he knew. For so many years, lacking a partner to grow, he had turned his irrefutable feeder urges on himself. Stuffing himself silly and seeing the man in the mirror continue to bloat out was the only way he could find any kind of sexual satisfaction. Now, however, his mindset had shifted: since the idea had entered his head to seduce and fatten Max, he realized that the only way to make this scenario hotter was if he himself lost all the weight he had desperately put on. He suddenly saw what made contrast so irresistible to his friend, and he had to have it. Having practiced for years on himself, he knew exactly how to encourage someone to grow. It was time to put all his first-hand knowledge to work.

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Max, oblivious to Tony's true intentions but desperate to please him, couldn't protest more than once or twice before giving in to his sexy boyfriend's insistence he eat. Max had remained optimistic that, after gaining the 50 required to get Tony back into his life, he could stop gaining–but that turned out not to be the case. He had no idea that he had become the feedee and Tony the feeder, even as Tony stuffed him. He was so frequently distracted by his taut tummy that he failed to notice Tony's portion sizes had drastically decreased, alternating between feeding Max from both of their plates to avoid detection. When Max thought Tony's body didn't feel as soft and jiggly as normal, Tony reassured him that it was all in his head. Tony only seemed to get smaller in comparison to Max's burgeoning figure.

The need to feed that had built up inside Tony his whole life had now run away beyond any sense of mercy or reason. He knew it was wrong when he added extra fats to Max's food, and sprinkled the top imperceptibly with pulverized appetite stimulants. His own guilty conscience was only more fuel to his feeder fire. He was obsessed with imagining what Max would look like with another 50, 100, even 200 pounds, and the way these thoughts made his heart race was no lie. He just had to keep gaslighting Max, feeding him as much as possible, and surreptitiously replacing his own clothes with smaller and smaller sizes. He snuck off to the gym when Max's bloated form fell into a food coma, and when he returned with groceries gave the excuse that he had only gone shopping.

Eventually, Tony knew that it was time for the next stage in their twisted relationship. He bought a scale, and surprised Max with it as he led his heavy, waddling body into the bathroom. Max's feeder heart twitched at the half-remembered dreams of making his feedee lovers step on a scale, but found himself jolted back to reality when Tony shoved him onto it. He looked down instinctively but couldn't see past his tremendous belly; Tony gleefully read him the numbers instead.

Max had gained over 260 pounds. Even Tony nearly fell with the shock of what he had turned his formerly skinny boyfriend into. Max was so mortified that he had to fight the urge to cry. He looked down at his massive body as if for the first time, hefting his sagging gut and feeling every part of his body shake. His eyes shot to the mirror, begging it to show him a different reality: the person who stared back at him was a morbidly obese fatty, the kind he had always drooled over in his past, thin life. His round face and bulging double chin were just begging to be stuffed to the brim.

Frozen with shock, he almost didn't hear Tony, who was now standing on the scale and easily read his own weight: "165."

Turning around, brain trying sluggishly to process what was going on, the muscular and fit image of his lover burned itself mockingly into his eyes. All of Tony's fat had receeded–or really, disappeared–and had been replaced with the kind of ropey muscles Max found disgusting. Tony's face was chiseled, his shoulders broad, his arms incredibly powerful. He lifted up his shirt, showing off his flat six pack. On his face was an evil grin–a triumphant feeder's grin.

How had Max not noticed?!?

"I thought you were a mutual gainer!?" Max whined.

"No, my love," Tony cooed, "I was always a feeder. And you," he said, "are now my feedee."

Before Max could recover from the shock, Tony swept his bulging, flabby body into the bedroom and pushed him back onto the bed, before easily lifting his fleshy back and propping him up with a plethora of pillows that had seemingly been waiting for this task. Max instinctively struggled to haul his leaden mass up, but Tony's powerful hand sunk into his moobs as he expertly handcuffed Max's chubby hands to the bed.

Max's eyes filled with fear even as his dick traitorously twitched. His inner feeder couldn't help but get off on this erotic fantasy come to life, even as his puffy arms were yanking desperately on their restraints.

Tony ripped Max's gigantic shirt in half to get it off of him, and hungrily scanned the length–and girth–of his prone and helpless boyfriend.

"Come on, babe, don't fight this," he said. "You and I both know that you have always wanted this."

"No, please, let me go," Max whimpered, even as he knew it was useless. If he had been the feeder, nothing could have convinced him to free his quarry, either.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh," Tony soothed, caressing the expanse of blubber before him. "I'm going to take good care of you, my hungry baby."

Max let out a soft cry and gave in.

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Weeks became months became years. Tony lived a perfect life: he was successful and well-liked at work, with a sterling reputation of being friendly and dependable. He secretly made out with only the hottest people in his office, frequently bringing in unhealthy snacks for everyone to absentmindedly munch on.

When he finally got home, after setting the heavy grocery bags on the counter, he sauntered into the bedroom and greeted his beautiful boyfriend. He removed the feeding tube, and kissed his lover's pouty lips aggressively, growing hard as Max's constantly growing cheeks tried to push Tony's face back.

Max had had no choice but to accept this cruel fate. There was nothing he could do. Sometimes he tearfully regretted that cursed day when he had begged to be in Tony's life for good. Sometimes, he entertained himself by imagining that he was the feeder instead, and that Tony was the insatiable blob forever trapped in bed. Often, he was too stuffed and bloated to think.

Tony had endless fun playing with his prisoner's record-setting body, who was helpless to prevent him from cumming in all his fat rolls. He loved to force fattening food into his boyfriend's distended face while sucking the stretched out nipples on his enormous, flabby breasts. He got off on reminding Max of how scrawny his body had formerly been while using all his considerable strength to jiggle Max's cascading slabs of lard. Tony sucked on his thick, sausage fingers while fondling Max's tremendous thighs with his feet. Sometimes, he even undid the restraints around Max's roll-covered arms and ordered him to eat whatever Tony gave him. Max knew there was no chance of hauling his bed-sized body over the side, so he didn't even try to put up a fight and simply gorged himself until his captor was satisfied.

And so it was, the match made in Hell continuing on unabated as one flourished and the other further sank into the insatiable mountain of blubber he had become. No god pitied Max; no unexpected twist of fate rushed to his aid. There was no end in sight to his nightmare–except, of course, when his mouth salivated and his dick twitched. And Tony lived happily ever after.

Fin