slimmychaser
29th November 2010, 08:26 PM
This is my first story and my first post. Its been a work in progress and I really think some other people should get to see this. I plan on making it really hot but it all depends on the response I get from this first post. This is realistic gaining btw, no fantasy hutzpah!
Chapter 1
A burger a day
Oliver kept putting his breakfast away, shoveling in the eggs, then downing the milk, then bacon. He never had a large appetite as a child, though now in his twenties he seemed to need a lot more food to be sated at the end of a meal. He was a skinny young man, weighing in at 146 pounds, though the last six in the number was gained over the past two weeks, and was not at all muscle. He had mild green eyes and amber\brown hair; he was 5’9 and had quite a regular build. He looked down at the plate, now empty, and his stomach growled in a low and angry tone like a cat that has been harassed into a corner. “what’s next, hissing?” he exclaimed, while as if on cue his stomach let out another strange noise, more less a muffled hiss. “ooph, easy there buddy,” he said, patting his stomach, “put on a few lately, and if you get your way that’ll be a few more,” his stomach seemed to answer this with a low roar, “fine, I’ve been far too skinny anyhow,” and he gave his belly a loving pat, going to the stove to cook more food.
After he was done he stretched back and moaned in pleasure, “what has gotten over me?” he sighed, holding his stomach, it had swelled out a little against his old wife beater, and against his heart boxers, “you look like a baby melon if I ever saw one, rock solid!” he said, giving it a smack. It was a tad achy but not even close to full. He seemed to like the feeling of the full gut, and rubbed his belly a tad more, it gave out a sad little grumble, and he sheepishly looked to the fridge, then to the clock, twelve in the afternoon on a Sunday. He looked down again at his gorged stomach; unexplained warmth in his crotch began to rise, especially as he thought of pigging out the more, letting himself bloat out, “what’s the harm I could do with a few pounds on this body,” he said raising his shirt and examining his hairy belly, poking his belly button he said “hell, I can stand to gain another twenty, then I’ll slow down, this just feels to good. As soon as I hit one sixty five, eventually, then I’ll guilt myself into the whole gym thing… but first things first, off to the supermarket.”
Later in the day he sat with his back against the bottom of the couch, four bags of chips, two bags of fast food, and a box of donuts all sat empty around him, food stains were all about his tight old wife beater, which was riding up over his swollen torso. “ohhhh, baby!” he said, smacking his belly, “That hit the spot for sure.” Rubbing his stomach he said “better now ain’t it” he gleamed at his pooch ecstatically and rubbed it slowly, while at the same time trying to ignore his throbbing cock. “wonder if I put on any weight over the weekend?” it was a valid question, given he had a large night of drinking on the Friday, and became engaged in an eating contest the same night, Saturday was a prelude to Sunday, going to the all you can eat at both the Chinese restaurant, and the Indian. He grabbed his gut and said, “lets see the damage piggy”. He got up with much effort, back in his underwear he was relieved he had no jeans button to restrict his movements. He walked with his back arched, stuffed to splitting, over to the bathroom. As he went to climb on the scale he paused at the mirror, “wow! Haven’t seen that before,” combing his hand over his stomach, “not only do I feel stuffed, I LOOK stuffed.” He took off his wife beater and examined his whole hairy torso, “too much more and I’ll start looking like Jakey, chubby!.” His eyes closed in ecstasy “ohhh.” That would be nice. He thought, “yeah!” he leaned against the doorframe in a nonchalant pose, little bloated belly poking over his shorts oh-so-slightly. “this is definitely new,” he said, pinching his sides, where eventually would grow lovehandles, though were now just filled out to slightly chubby. In his self discovery he forgot the scale. Smacking his forehead he climbed back on. It spun and teased until if finally rested on 155lbs. “oh, ****, I really have been busy.” And his cock stood erect like a marine on Viagra. “so that’s what ten lbs looks like.” And he couldn’t ignore his weight, however little it was thus far, or his erection any longer, and beat off viciously in front of the mirror, focusing on his slightly softer looking belly button and the nest of dark hair around it. He erupted like St.. Helens and splattered the mirror “great, awesome” he said, “nothing like a little cum splatter to finish off the day” after he fetched the Windex and a dull rag and cleaned it off before promptly getting into his sweatpants and into bed. He lulled off to sleep, clutching his full stomach beneath the covers with silent and drowsy glee.
Next weekend came much quicker than Oliver anticipated, given his new extra curricular activities. Each day after work he would saunter into a fast food joint, stuffing himself dumb, sometimes ordering one meal at one place, only to go to another across the street, and then another further down later on. He lived in an apartment on a busy road full of a&w’s 711’s and McDonalds, so he was never out of walking distance of a good fattening meal. On Friday he went out again with his friends, only this time he thought about having a little bit of an experiment. See, usually when he went out he wore certain clothes, as with most people, some of the nicer choices from his wardrobe were the first picks. However, this time Oliver chose to wear his old jeans and old, stained wife beater, and refused to shave before going, guaranteeing a little stubble before he left. Ever since he first noticed he was putting on weight for the first time it exited him. He was the kind of guy who, since he was a kid, always wanted to have that hairy paunch pushing up his shirt, a beer in hand and five days growth on his face. He not only admired it. It got him off. And not only that got him off, but the very idea that he may be able to bring everybody’s attention to him becoming a fat slob by wearing his slob cloths, which didn’t quite fit as well as they used to.
He greeted his friends at the house, his friend’s house down a few blocks which had its own bar, usually stocked with hard bar and various sugary mixes.
“Hi Jake, he said sheepishly” he always thought Jake was a hottie, blue eyes, pudgy build, tall and blonde, perfect really, and he was energetic and sassy.
‘Hey hey hey, exclaimed Jake and gave Oliver a hug. As Jake moved back he gave Oliver a strange smirk, Oliver only blushed and shied away. Though the reason for jakes smirk became obvious when Oliver took his sweater off, the wife beater stretched out a little, pooching out.
“Hey mister,” he said, poking Oliver’s little beginner belly “looks like you caught up a little,” said Jake mischievously, “or are you pregnant all a sudden, there a boy your not telling me about?” said Jake, pulling Oliver’s shirt and his own up, Oliver actually instead of pulling is abs tight, spilled them out at this, “oh you mean this baby, yeah, I’ve been getting sick, having these weird cravings, I broke lately and bought a test, plus sign baby, Wanna adopt.?” Jake laughed at this; he always loved Oliver’s sense of humor which made Oliver think Jake sort of liked him back.
“But seriously, you’re bigger are you not?”
“Yeah, I think I’m up to 157 or something,” he said, holding is shirt up with his chin, “here,” he said, “give it a nice slap, there’s a bit of giggle now” Jake gave Oliver a strange look, raising his eyebrows as if in sarcasm, but it was different, regardless he did what he was told,
“Oh my” he purred, ‘is this getting him off?’ Oliver thought, Jake moved in to grab one of Oliver’s lovehandles, he pinched it firmly but not hard, and gave it a giggle “oh my, Oliver! Your chubby!” he threw his head back and let out a boyish laugh, Oliver blushed, but through it he grinned proudly,
“Look whose talking Mr. Doughboy!” said Oliver, tickling Jakes hairless pale belly. “ahhh hah, ahhhh nooooo! Please don’t” cried Jake, hysterical, “well,” he said “At least I didn’t put on like, fifteen pounds in one month alone. I swear last time I saw you that little roll didn’t exist.” He said, Oliver was getting red now, given his biggest crush was calling him fat, the biggest turn-on ever, Oliver let out a sigh, anxious and strange for the situation
“Well, maybe I have a little.”
“Ok. First of all: a little? Bullshit, Second: take that thing off so I can get a GOOD look at it,
“Humph, fine” Jake gawked.
“… with you shirt on it looked allot smaller. Jeez finally filling out boy! As I told you before, you work it really well. You’re filling out nicely.”
“Um, thanks, I guess. I think I look all right with a few pounds on me too actually.”
“A bit more than a few Hun.” ‘what? Never called me hun before’ Oliver thought. “but really, a little belly on a man is a nice addition, you look…. Heh, um, cute.” Jake stammered.
“Wow, finally big enough for you am I?” Oliver said slyly.
“Heh, not a chance bucko!”
“Well go **** yourself!”
Maybe I will, got some cleanex? I tend to make a mess of myself.”
“You would.” Jake suddenly was quiet, both men taken aback at their sudden relaxed flirting. Oliver finally broke the silence that hung like an unavoidably tacky chandelier in a modern room. It didn’t help that Jake couldn’t stop staring at Oliver’s newly acquired tummy poking in front of his jeans.
Well yeah. I’m definitely getting bigger.” Said Oliver, jiggling his little mound of flab, “It’s funny. I’m having allot of fun lately just letting go and eating as much as I want! Whatever if I get fat. I LOVE food way too much to care. That’s my honest to god opinion.” Jake smiled and patted Oliver’s hairy little belly, looked deep into his friends green eyes and said,
“Couldn’t have said it better myself! Wanna get a bite to eat big guy?”
Chapter 1
A burger a day
Oliver kept putting his breakfast away, shoveling in the eggs, then downing the milk, then bacon. He never had a large appetite as a child, though now in his twenties he seemed to need a lot more food to be sated at the end of a meal. He was a skinny young man, weighing in at 146 pounds, though the last six in the number was gained over the past two weeks, and was not at all muscle. He had mild green eyes and amber\brown hair; he was 5’9 and had quite a regular build. He looked down at the plate, now empty, and his stomach growled in a low and angry tone like a cat that has been harassed into a corner. “what’s next, hissing?” he exclaimed, while as if on cue his stomach let out another strange noise, more less a muffled hiss. “ooph, easy there buddy,” he said, patting his stomach, “put on a few lately, and if you get your way that’ll be a few more,” his stomach seemed to answer this with a low roar, “fine, I’ve been far too skinny anyhow,” and he gave his belly a loving pat, going to the stove to cook more food.
After he was done he stretched back and moaned in pleasure, “what has gotten over me?” he sighed, holding his stomach, it had swelled out a little against his old wife beater, and against his heart boxers, “you look like a baby melon if I ever saw one, rock solid!” he said, giving it a smack. It was a tad achy but not even close to full. He seemed to like the feeling of the full gut, and rubbed his belly a tad more, it gave out a sad little grumble, and he sheepishly looked to the fridge, then to the clock, twelve in the afternoon on a Sunday. He looked down again at his gorged stomach; unexplained warmth in his crotch began to rise, especially as he thought of pigging out the more, letting himself bloat out, “what’s the harm I could do with a few pounds on this body,” he said raising his shirt and examining his hairy belly, poking his belly button he said “hell, I can stand to gain another twenty, then I’ll slow down, this just feels to good. As soon as I hit one sixty five, eventually, then I’ll guilt myself into the whole gym thing… but first things first, off to the supermarket.”
Later in the day he sat with his back against the bottom of the couch, four bags of chips, two bags of fast food, and a box of donuts all sat empty around him, food stains were all about his tight old wife beater, which was riding up over his swollen torso. “ohhhh, baby!” he said, smacking his belly, “That hit the spot for sure.” Rubbing his stomach he said “better now ain’t it” he gleamed at his pooch ecstatically and rubbed it slowly, while at the same time trying to ignore his throbbing cock. “wonder if I put on any weight over the weekend?” it was a valid question, given he had a large night of drinking on the Friday, and became engaged in an eating contest the same night, Saturday was a prelude to Sunday, going to the all you can eat at both the Chinese restaurant, and the Indian. He grabbed his gut and said, “lets see the damage piggy”. He got up with much effort, back in his underwear he was relieved he had no jeans button to restrict his movements. He walked with his back arched, stuffed to splitting, over to the bathroom. As he went to climb on the scale he paused at the mirror, “wow! Haven’t seen that before,” combing his hand over his stomach, “not only do I feel stuffed, I LOOK stuffed.” He took off his wife beater and examined his whole hairy torso, “too much more and I’ll start looking like Jakey, chubby!.” His eyes closed in ecstasy “ohhh.” That would be nice. He thought, “yeah!” he leaned against the doorframe in a nonchalant pose, little bloated belly poking over his shorts oh-so-slightly. “this is definitely new,” he said, pinching his sides, where eventually would grow lovehandles, though were now just filled out to slightly chubby. In his self discovery he forgot the scale. Smacking his forehead he climbed back on. It spun and teased until if finally rested on 155lbs. “oh, ****, I really have been busy.” And his cock stood erect like a marine on Viagra. “so that’s what ten lbs looks like.” And he couldn’t ignore his weight, however little it was thus far, or his erection any longer, and beat off viciously in front of the mirror, focusing on his slightly softer looking belly button and the nest of dark hair around it. He erupted like St.. Helens and splattered the mirror “great, awesome” he said, “nothing like a little cum splatter to finish off the day” after he fetched the Windex and a dull rag and cleaned it off before promptly getting into his sweatpants and into bed. He lulled off to sleep, clutching his full stomach beneath the covers with silent and drowsy glee.
Next weekend came much quicker than Oliver anticipated, given his new extra curricular activities. Each day after work he would saunter into a fast food joint, stuffing himself dumb, sometimes ordering one meal at one place, only to go to another across the street, and then another further down later on. He lived in an apartment on a busy road full of a&w’s 711’s and McDonalds, so he was never out of walking distance of a good fattening meal. On Friday he went out again with his friends, only this time he thought about having a little bit of an experiment. See, usually when he went out he wore certain clothes, as with most people, some of the nicer choices from his wardrobe were the first picks. However, this time Oliver chose to wear his old jeans and old, stained wife beater, and refused to shave before going, guaranteeing a little stubble before he left. Ever since he first noticed he was putting on weight for the first time it exited him. He was the kind of guy who, since he was a kid, always wanted to have that hairy paunch pushing up his shirt, a beer in hand and five days growth on his face. He not only admired it. It got him off. And not only that got him off, but the very idea that he may be able to bring everybody’s attention to him becoming a fat slob by wearing his slob cloths, which didn’t quite fit as well as they used to.
He greeted his friends at the house, his friend’s house down a few blocks which had its own bar, usually stocked with hard bar and various sugary mixes.
“Hi Jake, he said sheepishly” he always thought Jake was a hottie, blue eyes, pudgy build, tall and blonde, perfect really, and he was energetic and sassy.
‘Hey hey hey, exclaimed Jake and gave Oliver a hug. As Jake moved back he gave Oliver a strange smirk, Oliver only blushed and shied away. Though the reason for jakes smirk became obvious when Oliver took his sweater off, the wife beater stretched out a little, pooching out.
“Hey mister,” he said, poking Oliver’s little beginner belly “looks like you caught up a little,” said Jake mischievously, “or are you pregnant all a sudden, there a boy your not telling me about?” said Jake, pulling Oliver’s shirt and his own up, Oliver actually instead of pulling is abs tight, spilled them out at this, “oh you mean this baby, yeah, I’ve been getting sick, having these weird cravings, I broke lately and bought a test, plus sign baby, Wanna adopt.?” Jake laughed at this; he always loved Oliver’s sense of humor which made Oliver think Jake sort of liked him back.
“But seriously, you’re bigger are you not?”
“Yeah, I think I’m up to 157 or something,” he said, holding is shirt up with his chin, “here,” he said, “give it a nice slap, there’s a bit of giggle now” Jake gave Oliver a strange look, raising his eyebrows as if in sarcasm, but it was different, regardless he did what he was told,
“Oh my” he purred, ‘is this getting him off?’ Oliver thought, Jake moved in to grab one of Oliver’s lovehandles, he pinched it firmly but not hard, and gave it a giggle “oh my, Oliver! Your chubby!” he threw his head back and let out a boyish laugh, Oliver blushed, but through it he grinned proudly,
“Look whose talking Mr. Doughboy!” said Oliver, tickling Jakes hairless pale belly. “ahhh hah, ahhhh nooooo! Please don’t” cried Jake, hysterical, “well,” he said “At least I didn’t put on like, fifteen pounds in one month alone. I swear last time I saw you that little roll didn’t exist.” He said, Oliver was getting red now, given his biggest crush was calling him fat, the biggest turn-on ever, Oliver let out a sigh, anxious and strange for the situation
“Well, maybe I have a little.”
“Ok. First of all: a little? Bullshit, Second: take that thing off so I can get a GOOD look at it,
“Humph, fine” Jake gawked.
“… with you shirt on it looked allot smaller. Jeez finally filling out boy! As I told you before, you work it really well. You’re filling out nicely.”
“Um, thanks, I guess. I think I look all right with a few pounds on me too actually.”
“A bit more than a few Hun.” ‘what? Never called me hun before’ Oliver thought. “but really, a little belly on a man is a nice addition, you look…. Heh, um, cute.” Jake stammered.
“Wow, finally big enough for you am I?” Oliver said slyly.
“Heh, not a chance bucko!”
“Well go **** yourself!”
Maybe I will, got some cleanex? I tend to make a mess of myself.”
“You would.” Jake suddenly was quiet, both men taken aback at their sudden relaxed flirting. Oliver finally broke the silence that hung like an unavoidably tacky chandelier in a modern room. It didn’t help that Jake couldn’t stop staring at Oliver’s newly acquired tummy poking in front of his jeans.
Well yeah. I’m definitely getting bigger.” Said Oliver, jiggling his little mound of flab, “It’s funny. I’m having allot of fun lately just letting go and eating as much as I want! Whatever if I get fat. I LOVE food way too much to care. That’s my honest to god opinion.” Jake smiled and patted Oliver’s hairy little belly, looked deep into his friends green eyes and said,
“Couldn’t have said it better myself! Wanna get a bite to eat big guy?”