Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Cookie Mixer

Mike and Sam

This whole story is filled with more NSFW scenes than my previous

Mike navigated the crowded room with ease, his tall frame allowing him to scan the space for familiar faces. The air was thick with the scent of sugar and vanilla, tables groaning under the weight of countless cookies. He spotted Sam, his boyfriend, hovering around the dessert table, a plate piled high with an assortment of treats. Mike couldn't help but chuckle at the sight; Sam's love for sweets was no secret.

As he made his way over, Mike noticed Sam's plate was never empty for long. Every time he checked, there was something new and delicious-looking on it. He smiled, appreciating Sam's enthusiasm for the treats. Mike sidled up beside him, wrapping a gentle arm around his waist.

"Enjoying yourself, Cookie Monster?" Mike asked, his voice low and teasing.

Sam turned to him, a smudge of chocolate on his cheek, and grinned. "You know it," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

As the evening wore on, Mike continued to mingle, checking in on Sam every now and then to make sure he was having a good time. Each time, he found Sam with a new plate of cookies, his eyes shining with excitement as he sampled the various treats. Mike couldn't help but laugh at his boyfriend's antics, feeling a warmth in his chest at the sight of Sam so carefree.

At one point, Mike's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out to find a text from Sam. It was a throwback picture from their college days, taken at a pajama party where they had first met. Mike's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at the image, memories flooding back of that fateful night.

Mike had walked into the party, his confidence soaring. He was the star of the basketball team, and everyone knew him. He had worn his favorite underwear, a bold red pair, and a matching tank top, just to show off. The room was filled with people, but Mike's eyes landed on one person in particular – a shy, awkward guy in a silk pajama set, sitting on the couch, trying to blend in.

Mike had never seen him before, and his curiosity was piqued. He made his way over, introducing himself with a charming smile. The guy, Sam, had blushed and stuttered, but Mike had been drawn to his awkwardness. They had talked for a while, exchanging stories and laughter, and Mike had found himself wanting to spend more time with Sam.

As the night wore on, Mike had made it a point to check in on Sam, who seemed to be getting more and more flustered. Finally, as Sam was getting ready to leave, Mike had stepped in front of him, his hand against the wall, showing off his body. Emphasizing their height difference. (Luckily someone had snapped a photo at this moment)

"Hey, want to meet up again sometime?" Mike had asked, his voice low and flirtatious. "Maybe with more clothes on next time? Or less?"

Sam had looked up at him, stunned, barely able to nod. Mike's eyes sparkling with amusement, he took the phone from Sam's hand, entered his number, and handed it back lightly touching his hand.

When Mike had finally recovered he realized Sam had text himself so that he would have his number and replied, "let me know when you make it home safe," adding a winking emoji.

He looked up to find Sam watching him, a sly grin spreading across his face. Mike raised an eyebrow, and Sam just winked, going back to his cookie-tasting extravaganza. Mike couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over him. Leaning against the wall he text Same back.

"Omg glad no one saw that, I cant believe I wore that in public," Mike had texted, referring to his bold outfit from the party.

"Haha thought that would get your attention," Sam had replied. "I think everyone is leaving."

Mike had responded, "There's still plenty of people? Oh I see is cookie monster ready to leave?"

Sam had sent a cookie monster gif, followed by, "Cookie monster peopled out, cookie monster tried all cookies, cookie monster ready to go home and shower."

Mike smiled, looking over at Sam, who was now finishing off the last of the cookies on his plate.

"Alright, alright, we can go, you muppet," Mike said, grinning. "Can you grab the cookie tray? Are there many left?"

Sam nodded from across the room, his mouth visibly full, and headed over to the table. Mike watched him, feeling a surge of affection for his boyfriend. He loved how Sam had filled out since college, his once-lean frame now softer and more rounded. Mike found it adorable, and he couldn't help but tease him about it. He was glad Sam had become more comfortable around him, especially with food, he had tried to get Sam to eat more than salads, veggies, and grilled chicken since they started dating.

"Got it, just a couple, they were a hit, I was watching people try them," Sam texted, as he skillfully dodged people, avoiding any possible small talk.

Mike chuckled, shaking his head. "Sweeeeet, and how many did you eat?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sam just sent a "shh" emoji, his face flushing with embarrassment. Mike laughed, knowing that Sam had probably eaten more than his fair share of cookies.

As they left the party and headed home, Mike suggested they order pizza for dinner, not feeling like cooking. Sam agreed, finishing off the last two cookies from the tray as they walked in the door.

Mike smiled, watching him. "You go shower first, I'll order the pizza," he said, holding out his hand for Sam's phone. "Mine's dead."

Sam handed over his phone, and Mike couldn't help but notice the college photo still open on the screen. He smiled, feeling a pang of nostalgia as he swiped through the photos. He stopped at a picture of them from tonight, noticing how much Sam had filled out since college.

Mike's mind began to wander, thinking about how far they had come since then. He had always been good with numbers and ratios, and baking had become a natural fit for him. Sam had been instrumental in helping him find his passion for baking, and had even helped fund his business.

Mike opened the web browser, laughing at the number of open tabs on the internet. It was a running joke between them, Sam always had so many tabs open, like breadcrumbs of his thoughts.

But as he scrolled through the tabs, Mike's eyes widened in surprise. They were all searches, and not just any searches. They were about weight gain, and arousal, and fetishes. Mike's heart skipped a beat as he realized what he was looking at.

He knew he shouldn't be snooping, but he couldn't help himself. He tapped on the first tab, his eyes scanning the page. It was about the psychology of weight gain fetishes, and how they were more common than people thought.

Mike's mind was racing as he read through the article. He quickly closed the tab, feeling a mix of emotions. He was surprised, but also curious.

Mike ordered a family deal, complete with an XL meat lovers pizza, soda, cinnamon sticks, and a chocolate lava cake. As he completed the order he was overcome with a sense of excitement both to see how much Sam would eat but also a growing lust that would have to wait until after.

Sam emerged from the bedroom, a towel wrapped snugly around his waist, a few droplets of water still clinging to his skin. His hair, a sandy blonde, was damp and tousled, framing his face with a boyish charm. As he moved into the light, the softness of his physique was more pronounced, his midsection having acquired a gentle roundness that spoke of his love for pastries and sweets. The towel, wrapped a bit too tightly, accentuated the curve of his belly, giving him a endearingly rumpled appearance. "Your turn," he said with a smile, his vibrant green eyes sparkling as he handed over the bathroom to Mike.

As Mike stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded down his body, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake off the thoughts that had been racing through his head since he saw the tabs on Sam's phone. Weight gain fetishes? He had never hear of anything like it before, but now he couldn't help but think about it.

Mike's thoughts drifted back to their college days, when Sam was lean and wiry. He had always been drawn to Sam's awkwardness, his shy demeanor, but now he realized that he had also been attracted to his slender frame. But as Sam had filled out over the years, Mike's attraction had only grown stronger.

As he washed his hair, Mike's hands wandered down his body, his fingers tracing the contours of his own muscles. He had always taken pride in his physique, but now he found himself wondering what it would be like to see Sam's body change, to see him gain weight and softness.

The thought sent a shiver down Mike's spine, and he felt a sudden surge of arousal. He couldn't believe it - he was turned on by the thought of Sam gaining weight. It was a revelation that both excited and terrified him.

As he rinsed off the soap, Mike's mind was racing with questions. What did this mean for their relationship? Was Sam interested in exploring this fetish? And what did Mike's own desires say about him?

He stepped out of the shower, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had to talk to Sam about this, but he was scared of how he would react to his snooping.

Mike took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew that he had to approach this conversation with care, but later, he would feel better if Sam would just tell him.

As he dried himself off, Mike decided he would subtly encourage Sam tonight. After all those sweets, he couldn't be hungry, but seeing how much he would eat would help confirm his suspicions about Sam's desires.

"Hey, pizza's here," Sam called out from the living room, his voice muffled by the sound of the TV.

Mike's heart skipped a beat as he wrapped the towel around his waist. For now, he just smiled, trying to play it cool.

"Coming," Mike replied, his voice a little shaky.

As he walked into the living room, Mike's eyes met Sam's, and he felt a spark of electricity run through his body.

Sam was shocked to see the amount of food that Mike had ordered. "Mike, what's all this?" he asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

Mike just grinned. "It was a good deal," he said, shrugging.

As they sat down to eat, Mike watched Sam with newfound interest. He wanted to see how much he would eat, and how he would react to the food.

As they ate, Mike found himself enjoying the experience, watching Sam savor each bite. The way Sam's eyes lit up as he bit into the gooey chocolate lava cake was almost too much for Mike to handle. He felt a surge of arousal as he watched Sam's tongue dance across his lips, savoring the rich flavors. The sounds of satisfaction that escaped Sam's mouth with each bite only added to Mike's growing excitement.

As the night wore on, Mike found himself subtly encouraging Sam to eat more, offering him slices of pizza and cinnamon sticks. Sam, seemingly oblivious to Mike's intentions, happily obliged, devouring each offering with gusto.

As the food began to disappear, Mike couldn't help but notice the way Sam's belly was starting to protrude, a gentle roundness that seemed to grow more pronounced with each passing minute. He felt a pang of desire, his mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to see Sam's body continue to change, to see him grow softer and rounder.

As they finished their meal, Mike reached out, his hand brushing against Sam's stomach. The touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt a sudden surge of arousal. Sam, seemingly unaware of the spark that had just been lit, simply smiled, his eyes contentedly closed as he leaned back into the couch.

"Thanks for dinner, Mike," Sam said, his voice soft almost a moan. "I'm stuffed."

Mike chuckled, feeling a sense of amusement at Sam's antics. "That's an understatement," he said,"I told you it was a good deal," Mike said, a hint of smugness creeping into his voice.

As Sam shifted himself on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position, Mike slowly reached out to touch his food-packed belly. It was firm to the touch, and he nearly jumped when Sam let out a low, throaty moan. Mike's eyes snapped to Sam's, a spark of surprise igniting within them, followed by a flicker of arousal. "You okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern, but also a hint of curiosity, his words barely above a whisper.

Sam's response was another low moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he let his head loll back onto the couch. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, and Mike couldn't help but notice the way his belly jiggled with each movement. Mike's hand remained on Sam's belly, hesitating for a moment before he began to gently caress the soft, rounded flesh. The gentle touch seemed to heighten Sam's arousal, and he let out a soft whimper, his hips shifting ever so slightly.

Mike's eyes never left Sam's face, drinking in the sight of his partner's pleasure. He could feel his own arousal growing, his heart pounding in his chest as he continued to stroke Sam's belly. The fact that it was a secret he was helping Sam indulge in only increased his excitement, and he couldn't help but wonder how far he could push it without being too obvious. But for now, he was content to simply savor the moment, to watch Sam's face contort in pleasure as he touched him in ways that felt both intimate and forbidden.

As Sam sleepily opened his eyes and reached out for the bottle, Mike couldn't help but notice the way his face was flushed, his skin taking on a soft, rosy hue that seemed to radiate warmth. The gentle sheen of sweat on his forehead only added to the allure, making Mike's fingers twitch with the urge to touch.

As they sat there in silence, the only sound the quiet hum of the TV in the background, and the sound of Sam finishing off the soda, Mike felt his gaze drawn to the gentle rise and fall of Sam's chest. The way his belly jutted out, straining against the fabric of his small boxers.

Without thinking, Mike reached out once more, his hand rubbing Sam's belly in gentle, soothing circles. He allowed his fingers to make gentle contact, feeling the firmness of Sam's skin beneath his touch, and the subtle give of the soft flesh beneath. Sam's breath came in short shallow bursts, due to the massive amount of food he had eaten as the soda filled in any space left, but also due to the overwhelming lust they were both feeling.

Mike's eyes never left Sam's face as he continued to gently massage his belly, watching as his eyelids drooped, and his lips parted in a soft, husky moan. The rise and fall of Sam's chest slowed, his breathing becoming more labored as Mike's touch sparked a fire within him. Sam's eyes fluttered closed once more, his body relaxing into Mike's touch, as if craving more.

Mike's fingers danced across Sam's skin, the sound of his own ragged breathing mingling with Sam's as the tension between them grew thicker. The room seemed to shrink, the outside world melting away as they sat there, suspended in a moment of mutual desire. Mike's thumb grazed the waistband of Sam's boxers, the touch sending shivers down Sam's spine. He shifted uncomfortably, his hips tilting ever so slightly as he arched into Mike's touch, his body begging for more.

Mike leaned in closer to Sam, his lips grazing the soft skin of his neck. He could feel Sam's heart pounding against his chest, and he knew that Sam was as caught up in the moment as he was.

With a gentle touch, Mike pushed Sam's boxers down, exposing the fullness of his stomach. Sam let out a low, breathy moan, his body tensing as Mike's hands roamed over his distended belly. Mike could feel the tightness of his skin beneath his fingers, and it only served to heighten his arousal.

The sight of Sam's expanded body was overwhelming, and Mike felt his desire growing even stronger. He leaned in, kissing a trail down Sam's chest, stopping at his belly button to gently flick it with the tip of his tongue.

Sam let out a soft, whimpering moan, his body arching into Mike's touch. Mike took this as a sign that Sam was ready, and he slowly began to trace circles around Sam's belly button with the tip of his tongue, taking in the salty, sweet taste of Sam's skin.

As Mike continued to kiss and lick at Sam's belly, Sam's breathing became ragged and shallow, his hips thrusting upward, seeking more of Mike's touch. Mike moved his hand down, his fingers gently brushing against Sam's sensitive areas, causing Sam to cry out in pleasure.

Mike paused, taking a moment to make sure Sam was still okay. Sam nodded, his eyes closed and his mouth open in a soft moan, and Mike began to touch him again, his fingers exploring Sam's body with careful deliberation.

Slowly, Mike eased Sam's legs apart, his own muscular body pressing against Sam's rounded form, their bodies moving in sync as they kissed deeply. Mike's hands roamed over Sam's body, caressing the his belly and thighs, while Sam's hands reached up to grab onto Mike's muscular back.

As they continued to move together, Mike could feel the warmth building between them, and he knew that they were close to reaching their climax. He slowed his movements, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

With a final, intense thrust, Mike reached his peak, his body trembling as he came, the sensation intensifying with every spasm. Sam let out a soft cry of pleasure, his own orgasm following close behind.

As they lay there, panting and spent, Mike pulled Sam close, his heart beating wildly against Sam's soft, full body.