Chapter 2: Friday Night
Friday arrived, and Finlay spent the day preparing for Charlie's arrival. He cleaned the loft meticulously, ensuring that it would be spotless. He then went shopping—purchasing ingredients for their feast and, more importantly, plenty of snacks to keep them full throughout the night. Finlay bought four enormous pizzas, pasta, bags of chips, tubs of ice cream and beer. It was a ridiculous amount of food, but Finlay had no intention of stopping himself—or Charlie—from eating it all.
As he arranged the table and prepared everything with care, he couldn't help but feel excited. The anticipation of a massive food binge and a pleasurable encounter with another gainer sent shivers down his spine. The smell of the pizza wafted through the air, making Finlay's mouth water. He checked the clock; Charlie would arrive soon.
The doorbell rang out loudly, startling Finlay. He looked at the clock and saw it was 8pm on the dot. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the loft as Charlie entered the living room. Finlay stared, mesmerized by the sight of the burly figure standing before him.
Charlie wore a tight black t-shirt that clung to his bulging muscles and a pair of jeans that strained under the pressure of his gut. His round face, framed by short, dark hair and beard, was flushed with color, accentuating his piercing green eyes.
His muscular arms, now adorned with tattoos, stretched against the thin material of his shirt, revealing the extent of his growth. Underneath the jeans, his thick thighs bulged, pressing against the denim fabric. The mere sight of Charlie had Finlay's heart racing and his mouth watering.
"Hey buddy!" Charlie grinned widely, his gaze scanning the loft. "Nice place you got here."
"Thanks." Finlay cleared his throat. "Come sit down." Finlay gestured toward the table, trying to conceal his growing erection. "I've made a lot of food."
Charlie smiled broadly as he sat down across from Finlay. "Let's eat!" he declared enthusiastically.
As they began devouring the mountainous piles of food, their bellies expanded as they moaned softly, savoring the flavors and textures of each dish. With every bite, their hunger grew stronger, and they gorged themselves without hesitation. The pizza crust crumbled between their fingers, leaving behind remnants of cheese and tomato sauce.
Their laughter and playful banter filled the air as they continued to eat. Charlie couldn't stop praising Finlay's culinary skills and was amazed at how quickly he finished off the food.
"Fuck, you're a fat fucker! You can really eat!"
Charlie exclaimed, resting a hand on his round belly.
"I can see how you've put on so much weight this quickly! You're going to be bigger than me in no time." Charlie chuckled, rubbing his own belly and grinning with delight.
Finlay's cheeks turned pink, and he grinned faintly, reaching for another slice of pizza.
"Oh, I've got a long way to go," said Finlay, licking a smear of sauce from his lips.
"But I'm enjoying every step of the way. It feels good to give in to what I want."
Charlie paused, staring intently at Finlay. He leaned forward, placing his arms on the table.
"It's true," he whispered.
Charlie inched closer to him, and Finlay felt his heart rate quickening. The tension between them was palpable. "You know, when a man gets fat like this, he starts to get pretty sensitive down there." Charlie's hand drifted towards his crotch, and Finlay's eyes widened as Charlie rubbed his swelling belly.
"Fuck, dude," Charlie murmured, breathing heavily.
"Look at us—we're two fat fuckers, just enjoying our food. It makes me so horny."
Finlay swallowed hard, feeling his pulse quicken at Charlie's words. "I-I thought the same thing," he stammered.
"Well, why don't we do something about it, hmm?" Charlie challenged, leaning back in his chair, his massive belly jiggling. He reached down and began to rub his crotch more intentionally.
Finlay watched, his own cock stiffening in response as he stared at the display of masculinity in front of him.
Finlay stared, mouth agape, taking in the beauty of this man's body - a body that embraced the male form as it was meant to be. Charlie's cock was flushed red, throbbing and wet with precum.
"Do you want to rub my belly?" Charlie asked, his voice husky with desire.
An electric current ran up Finlay's spine at Charlie's request. He hesitated momentarily, unsure of how to proceed. Then, summoning up his courage, he leaned forward and allowed his fingers to gently trace the contours of Charlie's belly.
The sensation of the fat beneath his fingertips was intoxicating; it felt like a layer of liquid cotton. Charlie's belly quivered with pleasure as Finlay touched him.
He closed his eyes, soaking in the sensation of Finlay's fingers on his skin. "Oh yeah, that's it," Charlie moaned.
Emboldened by Charlie's response, Finlay began to knead the soft flesh with more determination. His hands moved over Charlie's body, feeling the warmth of his skin and the weight of his belly. Charlie squirmed in his seat, biting his lower lip as a mixture of pleasure and lust washed over him.
Finlay's breathing became ragged, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants.
He continued to explore Charlie's body, feeling the softness of his belly, and gazing upon his muscular arms.
Below the table, Charlie slipped his hand down his pants, releasing his engorged cock. He watched with rapture as Finlay began staring at his swollen shaft.
With a wicked grin, Charlie tugged on his cock, encouragingly.
"Play with it," Charlie said, grinding his palm against his belly.
Finlay hesitated for a moment longer, his heart racing in his chest, but not wanting to resist Charlie's demand. He needed to feel more, to taste it. His salivary glands responded to his lustful thoughts, and he greedily licked his lips.
With a trembling hand, Finlay reached out and wrapped his fingers around Charlie's thick shaft.
He could feel the heat emanating from the pulsing flesh and instinctively began to pump his grip in long, slow strokes.
Charlie groaned with pleasure, letting his head fall back as he soaked in the sensation of Finlay's fingers on him. "Oh yeah, that's so good."
Finlay watched, transfixed, as he worked his hand greedily up and down Charlie's impressive length.
"Have you got any ice-cream?" Charlie asked.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Finlay stuttered, gathering himself.
"Great! Chugging melted ice-cream is one of the fastest ways to fatten up. Do you fancy it Fatboy?" Charlie asked, his voice pure sin. The question hung in the air, and Finlay found himself torn between guilt and lust.
"Yeah," he admitted, his hand still gripping Charlie's solid rod. "I want it." He stood up, his erection blatant in his pants—he could barely contain himself.
"Take them off," Charlie requested, gesturing to Finlay's trousers.
Finlay obliged—sliding his clothes down his legs, pooling around his ankles. His rigid cock sprang free, the tip already glistening in the dim lighting.
Charlie's eyes darkened at the sight, and Finlay's breath caught in his throat.
"Finlay, why don't you get the ice-cream," Charlie suggested, his voice husky with anticipation.
Finlay didn't need any further encouragement. He walked to the kitchen, his cock bouncing with each step. Opening the freezer, he retrieved two large containers of ice-cream, chocolate fudge brownie, and salted caramel.
"Pop them in the microwave for a bit" Charlie demanded.
As the microwave went Charlie couldn't help but notice Finlay's plump cheeks and thick thighs.
"You've fattened up nicely, Finlay" Charlie said seductively.
Finlay blushed as he returned to the table with the melted ice-cream.
Charlie watched with unabashed hunger, practically devouring Finlay with his eyes. Finlay's heart raced, intoxicated by the intensity of Charlie's gaze.
"Are you wet for me, Fatboy?" Charlie asked suggestively, his free hand reaching out to massage Finlay's swollen belly.
Finlay's cock throbbed in response, his breath growing quicker with desire.
"Yes, Charlie," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Charlie grinned and leaned in, capturing Finlay's lips in a scorching kiss. Their tongues dueled, each vying for dominance as the taste of beer and pizza hung in the air between them. Charlie's hand found its way into Finlay's hair, tugging to deepen the kiss as they desperately sought release.
Charlie's other hand never strayed from Finlay's belly, kneading and groping as though he were molding clay.
Finlay moaned into Charlie's mouth, letting him know that he was more than ready to proceed with their wild encounter.
Finally, they broke apart, gasping for air. Charlie grabbed one of the ice-cream containers and ripped the lid off and began chugging the thick liquid.
Finlay watched in amazement as drops of the ice-cream cascaded down Charlie's chest and buldging gut. Charlie's eyes fluttered with delight as the thick substance hit his stomach, making him groan loudly.
"Get undressed, Finlay," Charlie demanded as he finished the ice-cream. "Get undressed and join me."
Finlay hastily removed the remainder of his clothes, eager to partake in this indulgent act with Charlie. Once naked, Finlay joined Charlie at the table.
"It's time for you to chug" Charlie said as he handed Finlay the other ice-cream container and knelt down at Finlay's feet.
As Finlay began drinking the melted ice-cream Charlie opened his mouth wide, engulfing Finlay's entire length in one go. Finlay grunted, throwing his head back as Charlie's tongue swirled around the tip of his shaft.
"Oh shit," Finlay muttered, his fingers tangling in Charlie's short, dark hair.
Charlie's head bobbed up and down, his cheeks sucking and pulling as Finlay's shaft disappeared in his mouth again and again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Finlay blasphemed, as he tried to keep his mind focused on drinking the ice cream.
Charlie's grip on Finlay's hips tightened, as he took more of him down his throat. Finlay could feel himself nearing the edge, his sack tightening as the pleasure coiled within him.
He pulled away from Charlie, the ice cream still halfway gone, spilling it over his chest and belly as he did.
Finlay continued to chug greedily as Charlie grinned wickedly, still on his knees, he started to lick and suck at the spilled ice cream on Finlay's body, teasing him with a sensual touch while making a mess of the dessert concoction.
Charlie tugged the empty carton of ice-cream from Finlay's hand, discarding it to the floor, and took Finlay's still-stiff member into his mouth once more. A determined ambition commandeered Charlie, his eyesight hyperfocused on the swirl of the head of Finlay's cock as he slobbered, pumped, and extracted the pleasure bubbling inside his partner.
"Oh, God, Charlie! Don't stop, Don't stop, Don't fucking stop!" Finlay shouted from the clouds of heavenly pleasure.
With a final growl, he emptied himself down Charlie's throat, feeling the muscles spasm one last time as his load filled Charlie's hungry mouth. As Charlie pulled away, he hungrily swallowed Finlay's essence, a wicked grin curling at the corners of his lips.
"Get on the table fatboy," Charlie demanded with a wicked smirk.
Finla eagerly obliged, climbing onto the cold wood of the table, lying flat, his belly expansive and on full display. Charlie positioned himself between Finlay's thick hairy thighs as his hands ran over Finlay's gut.
"We're going to make you real fat! Are you ready piggy?" Charlie cooed seductively.
A wild and primal energy coursed through Finlay's veins, and he felt an urgent need to satisfy its demands.
"Fuck, yes Charlie! I'm ready." Finlay moaned eagerly.
A ripple of ecstasy surged through Charlie's loins as he witnessed the intense hunger burning in Finlay's blue eyes.
"You know it's going to be hard to turn back now?" Charlie warned.
"Once we've reprogrammed your brain to only cum when you're stuffed you'll fucking blow up!" Charlie snarled, tracing a finger along the outline of Finlay's swelling gut.
Finlay was entranced by Charlie's words, the idea of becoming a willing chubby slut sent a thrill through his body. He nodded eagerly, unable to speak, entranced by the seductive glimmer in Charlie's green eyes.
"I want you to promise me you'll chug a tub of ice-cream before bed every night." Charlie demanded, as he reached down to stroke his stiff cock.
"Y-yes, Charlie. I'll do anything." Finlay stuttered, eyes fixed on the figure before him.
Charlie began rubbing his own belly. His eyes never left Finlay's as an evil smirk played on his lips. Finlay's heart raced, knowing full well what would come next in their lascivious encounter. Charlie strode towards the kitchen, returning moments later with a tub of ice-cream in hand.
"Open wide, Piggy," Charlie ordered, sinister amusement gleaming in his eyes. Finlay complied, taking in a large portion of the treat held in Charlie's hand.
The sweet and rich dessert melted in his mouth, coating his tongue and throat with a delicious cold that brought a euphoric sensation.
Charlie watched with gratifying pleasure as Finlay licked his lips, relishing in the taste of the ice cream. His eyes seemed to automatically dart down towards Charlie's rigid cock, a hunger that mirrored the yearning for the indulgent treat he just consumed.
"Good boy," he praised, dangling the tub of ice-cream in front of Finlay's parted lips.
"Swallow every fucking bit of it, like the little piggy you are." He reveled in the depravity of it all as he watched Finlay's lips stretch wide around the ice-cream, his cheeks bulging as he swallowed it whole.
Charlie couldn't help but groan in ecstasy, his own cock throbbing with desire.
"Again, Piggy," Charlie demanded, thrusting the tub towards Finlay. "Take it all like the greedy little swine you are."
Finlay swallowed another mouthful, a mix of creamy ice-cream and saliva dripping down his chin. His eyes rolled back in pleasure, his hands absentmindedly squeezing and rubbing his swollen belly.
"Keep going, fattie. I want to see your greedy little belly expand," Charlie commanded, his tone dark with lust.
Finlay eagerly complied, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the rich and creamy ice-cream. Charlie's gaze seared into him, urging him on as the tub slowly emptied.
"Last one, Finlay. I promise, you're gonna love this one."
Charlie's sinful grin promised an earth-shattering climax. Finlay swallowed, ensuring every last drop of ice-cream made its way down. Charlie's eyes gleamed with animalistic hunger before he crushed his lips against Finlay, mouth-fucking him with a fierce intensity.
Their groans filled the room as they felt their bodies flush from the pleasure.
"Goddamn, Finlay. You've got quite the appetite," Charlie said, smirking as he admired Finlay's swollen belly, now stretched to its limit.
Finlay looked down at his belly and grinned. "Fuck, it feels so good, Charlie. Feeding this filthy hunger of mine."
Charlie placed a hand on Finlay's belly, feeling the warmth radiate from it. "It's fucking beautiful, man. I'm proud of you." Charlie praised, squeezing Finlay's expanded gut affectionately.
"Look at how far you've come in just one night, Finlay."
Finlay grinned, feeling a sense of pride swelling within him. Not only was he finally accepting his own desire for weight gain, but he'd found a companion to share the journey with him.
Without warning, Charlie leaned in, pressing their lips together in a desperate, all-consuming kiss. Finlay eagerly responded, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Charlie's hair.
The passion between them crackled like electricity in the air.
Finlay clasped onto Charlie's hard, muscular back, feeling the solid bulk of his build. Charlie's mouth tasted like a sinful delicacy on Finlay's lips—the ice-cream mingling with a heady masculine energy that brought Finlay's senses to life.
Charlie released him from the kiss, and a trail of saliva glistened like a sweet and sticky bond between them. His fingers traced down Finlay's chest, lingering on his nipples as he massaged them lightly.
"I really want to help you get fat." Charlie whispered as he took his stiff cock into his hands and began stroking.
Precum glistened at the tip as he teased himself, his free hand still playing with Finlay's nipples.
"Are you ready for it?" Charlie asked, his green eyes fixed on Finlay.
"Making you fat, filling you up, and watching that gorgeous belly of yours grow—it's such a fucking turn-on."
"Yes, I'm ready for it" Finlay admitted, his heart pounding in his chest.
He ran his hands over Charlie's muscular back down to his plump cheeks.
He squeezed gently, giving them a playful slap. Finlay's actions seemed to fuel Charlie, giving him the confidence to continue their dirty little dance.
"You're sexy as hell, Fin," he growled, stroking Finlay's muscular chest.
Charlie's hard cock grinded against Finlay's belly, massaging the tip with his hands.
Charlie felt his orgam build up in a familiar hot tension in the base of his cock, his balls tightening as the pleasure cloud assembled over his mind.
"I want you to cum on my belly" Finlay said seductively. "Yeah, baby, I'm going to pump this load all over your gorgeous gut." Charlie replied, while his breathing hitched and sped up.
"Cum all over it, Charlie. Let me see you mark me with your warm seed." Finlay urged, grinding his hips, stimulating Charlie's throbbing cock further.
Charlie groaned and leaned in to press his lips against Finlay's ear. "You have no idea how bad I want to do that, Fin. So fucking bad." Charlie assured, his cagey whisper igniting aflame with his velvety breath. Finlay shivered, his skin prickling at the erotic sensation.
"You make me want it too, Charlie. I want to feel your release on me." Finlay confessed.
Their grinding intensified, and their moans melded together in a symphony of lust-laden harmony.
Finlay couldn't hold back any longer—he grabbed Charlie's head and screamed, "Now, Charlie—goddammit, do it now!"
With a strangled curse, Charlie obeyed, swarming Finlay's belly with the hot, wet evidence of his release. Silvery ropes of semen arched through the air, landing on Finlay's bloated gut.
"Fuck" Charlie exclaimed , breathless with pleasure as he stared at his mess, eyes gleaming darkly.
Finlay felt the warmth of the cum on his belly.
"That's it Daddy. I'm going to get so fat for you" Finlay murmured, sealing their shared fantasy with a passionate kiss.