Chapter 1

The afternoon light painted the room with a warm glow, as if the sun was giving its final nod of approval before sinking into the horizon. Kyle looked around the room, his eyes lingering on the dusty trophies and faded photographs that lined the shelves. He had spent countless hours here, playing video games and sharing secrets with Mark, his high school friend. Five years had passed since he last stepped foot in this house. Five years since he had seen Mark in person. The nostalgia was thick, almost tangible.

He approached the bed, where a mountain of blankets and pillows rose and fell with the rhythm of a deep, uneasy sleep. The smell of stale air and unwashed laundry hung in the room. The once fit and athletic Mark was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a form so unrecognizable it was hard to reconcile with the memories. Kyle's heart sank, his excitement turning to dread. He had not expected this.

Mark's eyes fluttered open, revealing a pair of warm, welcoming eyes that hadn't changed a bit. The smile on his face grew wider as he recognized Kyle. "Dude, you came!" His voice was thick with joy, and his arms stretched out as if to embrace him. But the effort was futile. His body remained planted on the bed, the weight of his transformation an immovable obstacle.

Kyle's eyes widened, a mix of shock and pity flooding his expression. The muscular, agile boy he once knew had been replaced by a man whose body was swollen with fat, his limbs too heavy to support his enthusiasm. He took a step back, his mind racing to find the right words. "Mark, buddy, it's... it's been a while." His voice was strained, trying to mask his discomfort.

With a chuckle, Mark's face reddened slightly. "Yeah, I know. I've gone through some changes." He paused, the smile fading as he met Kyle's gaze. "I did this on purpose, you know." Kyle's brows furrowed in confusion, his heart racing as he tried to make sense of the revelation. "A gainer, Kyle. I'm into that scene now."

Kyle felt his mouth go dry. "A... a what?" He had heard of people with unusual preferences, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined for Mark. The star athlete of their school, now voluntarily confined to a life of excess and immobility? It was almost too much to process.

"A gainer," Mark repeated, his voice softer now. "Someone who enjoys getting bigger. And not just that, I've found a community, a life that accepts me for who I am." He paused, studying Kyle's face for a reaction. "It's like I'm living in a different world now."

Kyle couldn't believe what he was hearing. He threw his head back and burst into laughter. The sound echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the solemn atmosphere that had been building. "You've got to be kidding me!" he exclaimed, his voice thick with disbelief. "Mark, the quarterback, the guy who could run a mile without breaking a sweat, is into getting... fat?"

Mark's cheeks grew redder, and a hint of defensiveness crept into his tone. "It's not just about the weight, Kyle. It's about the journey, the growth, and the power it gives me. And before you go judging, it's not just me. There are plenty of people who find this attractive."

Kyle couldn't hold back his laughter. He leaned against the dresser, his eyes watering. "So, you're telling me that you've gone from breaking records to breaking chairs?" He said, slapping his knee.

Mark's eyes narrowed slightly, but instead of anger, there was something else, something Kyle couldn't quite place. He watched as Mark's cheeks grew redder, his breathing a bit heavier. "You know, Kyle, not everyone wants to live their life the same as everyone else."

The words hung in the air, and Kyle's laughter slowly died down. He looked at Mark, really looked at him, and saw a spark in his eyes that he hadn't noticed before. It was then that he realized his teasing might not be falling as flat as he thought.

Mark's chuckles grew deeper, his body jiggling with each mirthful spasm. "You know, Kyle," he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "the idea of you getting all worked up about this is kind of... hot."

Kyle's laughter abruptly ceased, his eyes darting to Mark's face to gauge if he was serious. But the sincerity in Mark's gaze didn't waver. "What?" he sputtered, taken aback by the sudden turn of the conversation.

"I said, it's hot," Mark repeated, his voice gaining confidence. "It turns me on, seeing you all surprised and... aroused by this." His words hung in the air, thick with a tension that was palpable. Kyle's mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. Was this some sort of joke? A cry for attention?

He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "Aroused? What do you mean?"

Mark's smile grew even wider as he reached out a hand, his chubby fingers pointing at the unmistakable bulge in Kyle's pants. "You're hard for me, aren't you?" His voice was a low purr, and Kyle could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. "I can see it, Kyle. You can't hide it from me."

Kyle looked down, his eyes widening in embarrassment. He had tried to keep his arousal in check, but the sight of Mark, so changed yet still so familiar, had stirred something within him that he hadn't anticipated. He cleared his throat, trying to play it off. "It's just... the shock of seeing you like this, you know?"

Mark's gaze remained locked on Kyle's crotch, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is that all it is?" He leaned back against his pillows, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath, causing his fat to jiggle enticingly. "Or is there more to it than that?"

Kyle's mind reeled as he tried to come up with a suitable response. He hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected to be turned on by his friend's transformation, but there was something undeniably fascinating about the sheer magnitude of Mark's size. He licked his lips, his heart racing. "Okay, maybe there's something to it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... it's surprising."

Mark's grin grew, his eyes glinting with a mischievous delight. "Surprisingly attractive, you mean?" He leaned further back into his pillows, his massive belly pressing against the mattress. The fabric of his shirt strained against the weight of his chest, showing off the deep creases of his neck folds. Kyle found himself unable to look away.

He took a deep breath, his chest tight with a mix of confusion and desire. "I guess... I've always had feelings for you, Mark." The words spilled out before he could stop them, and once said, they hung in the air like a confession released from a long-held secret. Mark's expression softened, his smile becoming more tender.

"You know, Kyle," he began, his voice low and earnest, "I've felt the same way about you for a long time." He paused, allowing the revelation to sink in. "But I could never be the person you deserved when I was... like that." He gestured vaguely to his former self, captured in the photographs that lined the walls.

Kyle's mind raced as he tried to reconcile his teenage crush with the man before him. "But you were amazing," he protested, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Everyone looked up to you."

"Looked up to, yes," Mark said, his smile growing even broader. "But now, I look up to myself. I've never felt more alive than when I'm gaining, feeling my body expand and fill out. It's like I'm becoming more of who I'm supposed to be." He paused, his gaze never leaving Kyle's. "And I love every inch of it."

Kyle's eyes roamed over Mark's form, taking in the details he hadn't noticed at first glance. The soft curves of his neck that melted into his shoulders, the plumpness of his cheeks, and the way his stomach rolled over the waistband of his sweatpants. It was a stark contrast to the chiseled abs and muscular arms of the boy he had crushed on in high school. Yet, there was something undeniably alluring about the vulnerability that lay beneath the layers of flesh.

"So, Kyle," Mark began, his voice a seductive whisper, "would you like to feed me?" He held out a bag of potato chips, the sound of crinkling plastic seemingly amplified in the quiet room. His hand trembled slightly with anticipation, the weight of his forearm causing his elbow to wobble.

Kyle's eyes flicked from Mark's hand to his face, unsure of what to do next. The air grew thick with an unspoken challenge, and Kyle felt his arousal spike even further. He took a tentative step closer to the bed, his hand reaching for the bag. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"I mean," Mark said, his eyes never leaving Kyle's, "that I want you to help me grow. To feed me, to watch me get bigger." His breath was warm and sweet, the scent of his breath hinting at the sugary snacks he'd been indulging in. Kyle felt his throat tighten, his heart racing as he took the bag of chips.

Months passed, and Mark's body grew more massive by the day. His appetite was insatiable, and Kyle found himself caught in a whirlwind of emotions as he fed him. At first, it was a thrill, watching Mark's body expand with every bite, his love for him growing with each new pound. They had become a couple, their bond stronger than ever, despite the unconventional path they had taken.

The day of their wedding was a small, intimate affair. Mark, unable to leave his bed due to his size, had insisted on getting married in the very room where their newfound love had blossomed. The walls were adorned with balloons and streamers, a makeshift archway of plastic forks and spoons creating a mock aisle. Kyle stood at the foot of the bed, his heart racing as he stared at Mark, who was dressed in a custom-made shirt that barely contained his vast expanse of chest.

Their friends and family had gathered around, some of them teary-eyed, others looking on with a mix of amazement and concern. The minister, a close family friend, had agreed to perform the ceremony despite his reservations. He cleared his throat, holding the wedding certificate with a trembling hand. "Mark, do you take Kyle to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

"I do," Mark responded, his voice strong despite his physical limitations. His hand, now swollen and difficult to move, reached out for Kyle's, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt of electricity through Kyle's body.

Kyle took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He looked into Mark's eyes, seeing the love and trust reflected there. He knew that this was what Mark truly wanted, to be accepted and cherished for who he was now. "I do," he said, his voice filled with a conviction that surprised even himself.

The room erupted in a mix of applause and shocked whispers as they exchanged rings, the simple gold band slipping easily over Mark's thick sausage-like finger. Kyle leaned in, brushing his lips against Mark's in a tender kiss that seemed to silence the room. It was a declaration of love that transcended the physical, a promise to stand by each other through this unconventional journey.

That night, the two men found themselves in a cocoon of love, surrounded by the mountain of pillows and blankets that had become Mark's world. The air was thick with the scent of Mark's favorite foods, a sweet and salty bouquet that hung in the air like a declaration of love. They kissed and touched, their bodies moving in a dance that had been years in the making. Kyle's hands explored the softness of Mark's skin, tracing the curves and folds that had formed with each bite of food, each pound gained.

The passion between them was intense, fueled by years of pent-up desire and the thrill of the taboo. They were two souls reunited in the most unexpected of ways, their bond stronger for having survived the storm of Mark's transformation. Kyle's body responded eagerly, his arousal growing as he kissed the softness of Mark's neck, his fingers digging into the flesh that surrounded his shoulders like a warm embrace.

Mark's eyes fluttered closed, a content sigh escaping his lips as Kyle's hands roamed his body. The love and acceptance in Kyle's touch were a balm to the insecurities that had plagued him for so long. He knew that with Kyle by his side, he could conquer any challenge, grow as big as he wanted without fear of judgment or rejection.

Their lovemaking was slow and deliberate, a gentle exploration of the new landscape that was Mark's body. Kyle took his time, worshipping every inch of the soft flesh that had once been hard muscle. He traced the deep crevices of his belly, his thumbs circling the large, sensitive areolae that surrounded Mark's nipples. Mark's breath hitched, his body quivering with pleasure at the sensation.

Kyle leaned down, his mouth finding the trail of sweetness that led to Mark's navel, licking and nibbling at the soft, warm skin. Mark's stomach jerked, and he let out a moan that was muffled by the pillows. His hand found Kyle's head, his fingers carding through the hair as he urged him closer. "Yes, right there," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

Kyle felt a surge of power and desire as he realized the effect he had on Mark. His tongue traced the edge of the deep belly button, the skin stretched and sensitive beneath his touch. He could feel Mark's body tightening, his breathing growing ragged as he approached the moment of no return. Kyle's own arousal was a living, pulsing presence, his cock straining against his pants as he worked his way up the mound of flesh before him.

Mark's moans grew louder, his body bucking slightly as Kyle's mouth moved over him. The pressure was building, the heat between them growing with every touch. And then, with a final gasp, it all came together. Mark's orgasm hit him like a wave, his entire body convulsing with pleasure. His cock spurted thick ropes of cum, painting Kyle's chest and face with warm, sticky liquid. The sight was almost too much for Kyle, and he too reached his peak, his body shaking as he came, his seed mixing with Mark's on the bed.

They lay there for a moment, panting and slick with sweat, their bodies tangled in the bedclothes. Then, with a chuckle, Mark spoke. "I never thought I'd say this, but this is the best life I could ever imagine." His voice was filled with a contentment that was both surprising and heartwarming.

Kyle looked up, his eyes meeting Mark's, and he knew that he felt the same. Despite the unconventional path they had taken, despite the whispers and stares from the outside world, they had found a happiness that was deep and unshakable. He nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Me neither, Mark. But here we are."