Chapter 4: New point of view
"Dude, you got fat!", - Eric exclamed with a bit more passion than i anticipated. "You are massive now, how much do you bench?" He asked with uplifted spirit and radiant smile.
His tone showed genuine surprise mixed with disbelief. However, beneath those emotions, there was an undertone of envy, almost as if he wished to share the experience himself. It struck me that perhaps my transformation offered more benefits than simply physical fulfillment for my girl.
Still, there remained a lingering unease within me. Was growing larger indeed beneficial? Or did it compromise my ability to excel in other aspects of my life?
"Not much actually, i need to lose a bit of weight.", - I said as i squesed a fat on my lovehandle softly with two fingers. I actually was a bit shocked, looking at the mirror now, seeing myself transformed. Massive, wide torso with pecs almost the size of my head, soft and round. Big hands, hugged tightly by short sleeves of my tshirt. Wide soft midesection with tshirt riding up and showing my hairy underbelly. Wide hips with massive legs and round voluptious ass that cracked my shorts boxers with every move, my bulge, visible through tight fabric. You could see how deep my boxers and tshirt dug in my skin, fat positievly spilling out of my clothes. With this I was even more imposing, massive, I radiated strength and confidence.
But still, there remained a lingering unease within me. Was growing larger indeed beneficial? Or did it compromise my ability to excel in other aspects of my life?
I thought deeply about my situation. On one hand, I loved the feeling of having a well-fed physique; it gave me immense self-confidence and a sense of security. My newfound size attracted attention wherever I went, drawing compliments from both men and women alike.
On the other hand, however, I worried about the potential consequences of becoming increasingly heavier. Would my career prospects suffer because employers might perceive him as less capable due to his size? How would his relationships fare if others found my ever-growing figure offputting? These concerns nagged at him constantly, refusing to leave his mind alone.
Eric chimed in, sensing my internal struggle.
"Look man, you don't look fat, just... bulkier. Trust me, I'm not one to talk, I mean, have you seen your biceps lately? They're huge!" He laughed heartily, trying to make light of the situation. However, it seemed clear that he was attempting to reassure me rather than teasing. Feeling somewhat comforted, I considered Eric's perspective and tried to appreciate the positive aspects of my transforming physique.
Eric gulped visibly, and tried to hide his bulging boner in pants. His arousal has not escaped my sight despite his attmpt - and i was not shure i would not need to hide my own soon.
"I may help you with streching, If you want", - Eric offered, - "And then spot for your squats, that dumbtrack shure has to lift a heavy load" he said whilst slapping my ass. Despite apparent flamboyancy I could sence a small nrevous vibration of his voice.
As a slap rippled through my soft frame my bellly and thighs and moobs jiggled a bit, i felt as Eric's hand stayed on my ass a few moment too long for a teasing friendly slap, almost squesing my voluptuous rear. I would be a liar if I tried to say that my erection had not stirred with thae wave of arousal at the tought.
"Shure bud!" I replied. I have to strech this trunks of a legs before any lifting. If you would help me warming up this mass.
"I could really use some assistance," I proposed, hesitantly. There was no denying my physical state left little room for modesty. Even though I knew most individuals wouldn't react negatively to my appearance, I struggled with accepting it myself. With that said, Alex allowed his vulnerability to surface, opening up to the possibility of seeking aid from Eric.
"Well, of course, bro! No problem. Just tell me when you want to start stretching, okay?" Eric smiled warmly, displaying sincerity in offering support during their workout session with a grin that felt a bit develish on his cute face.
I lovered myself on a floor mat, it was quite labourous I may add, Eric helped carefully with his strong hands, feeling his touch through my meaty frame was quite sentual.
In our intimate setting, it became evident that Eric wasn't merely assisting with stretches—he wanted something else entirely. His eyes were filled with desire, and his breath quickened as he ran his fingers across my chest, down my fat belly, and finally resting upon my thick, powerful thighs. His gaze held mine, conveying unspoken desires and urges.
When doing a deep bend over i heard a loud crack. This was the moment my shirt gave way. I felt as my belly, now freed from its textile prison, flopped lower. I caught a gaze of Eric fixated on my fatty belly that still sloshed with movement, his erection now impossible to hide.
"You know since we are alone and i am the manager you could go shirtless. I am shure it constrained you a lot, I certainly dont mind." - Said Eric, ginning with malice. "For it to be fair I'll be shirtless to, but let me help you first" - he said not giving me time to answer. We where truly alone, this realisation stunned me a bit, so when he started to lift my shirt, i submitted. As he removed my shirt, then his own i saw my mass firs time in comarision to a fit male body. Eric had a chiseled six pac, nice pecs, strong arms, he was lean hairless and toned. I, on the other hand was massive, all my muscles covered by a hefty layer of chub, no defenition, round, a bit sagging. It was pure mass, round belly, big hairy moobs with wide nipples, and muffintop lovehandels spilling over waistband of my shorts. Comparing our bodies i thought I might be obese, when seeing myself next to Eric, but I chased away that thought quickly. Shurely there was a ton of muscle under all that flab.
As we continued stretching together, the atmosphere grew charged with sexual energy. Our bodies pressed against each other, creating friction that only served to heighten the already palpable tension between us. Eric's touch became more deliberate, caressing my skin with slow, purposeful strokes. He traced circles around my nipples, causing them to harden and grow sensitive.
His lips brushed against my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. The air was thick with desire, and it was getting harder to ignore the intensity building between us.
Suddenly, without warning, Eric leaned in closer, placing his mouth inches away from mine. My heart raced wildly, unable to decide whether it belonged to fear or excitement. His breath whispered tender promises against my cheek, making it impossible to resist the temptation.
Without breaking eye contact, he made me do a particulary deep strech - this was the moment my alredy ungodly tight shirts gave way, exploding on the sides of my plump hips. As my tattered shorts held on their last breath Eric grasped me in between my buttocks, seductivly strocking my asshole whilst ripping boxers right off - not that they covered much alredy. Eric pulled back slightly, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps along my neck and making me so hard my boner was in plain sight under my too small jockstrap. My ass was now bare, all of it's jucy meat on display.
"Dude thats criminal to hide such massive treasure from your friend", - Eric said seductievly, and I was not shure weather he meant my fat round buttocks that rippled from sudden movement or my thic erect cock sliding free from my boxers.
Then, with a playful smirk, he grabbed my penis firmly yet gently, rolling the tip between his thumb and index finger, stimulating it subtly enough to provoke curiosity instead of outright pleasure, but stopping and quickly tucking it uncomfortably under my jockstrap. I was so frustrated and he saw it, enjoying every morsel of my desire.
"Since you are so warmed up alredy It is time to do a main exersise", - He said whilst devouring my curves with his gase. And I was warmed up in every way possible. Sweat dripping from my lotious skin, cock erect, it's head poking at sweat-soked jockstrap.
"Here, let's try sqatting a 100 at first." Eric smiled "Do not be afraid, i will be spotting from behind"
he said and moved to stand directly behind me as I settled into position. This was the first time I realized how large and squishy my bare hairy glutes must appear from behind. The muscles strained beneath a layers upon layers of fatty sweating skin, pushing against the fabric of Eric shorts as I shifted my nassive weight around. Without asking permission, Eric alredy propped himself behind me, his erect dick rubbing agains my ass. His hands reached around my torso grasing my fat lovehandels, squishing my chubby belly whils pressing his boner even closer to my skin, and finally places his hands on my mantits, squising my nipples with his fingers.
"Should I start a rep?" I asked eric with a submissive voice, tensed from arousal.
Not waiting for an affirmation, he pushed me into the squat, his erection pressing against my round posterior, further intensifying the pressure. Slowly but surely, I began moving my body in tandem with the motion, descending downwards. Each descent increased the discomfort in my knees and quads, threatening to crumple into a heap. Still, I persevered – there was nothing to lose except my pride, which felt like a distant memory anyway - 100 is less than i usually bench but even that was almost too much.
With each agonizing thrust downward, I fought past the burning sensation spreading throughout my aching limbs. Yet somehow, through sheer force of will, I managed to remain standing.
Eric moved with me, his attention focused solely on my struggle and undoubtedly taking immense enjoyment from witnessing my pain and effort. In spite of everything, his ardor only seemed to increase. In the middle of the exrecise i felt his bare cock sliding over my ass. His own rigid length quivered as he took advantage of the situation, hissing sweet nothings in my ears and occasionally helping with guidance or slight adjustments.
"You have fattend quite a bit, havent you? You probably gorged servings for a whole faimily in one go. You must be enjoying being a fat fuck."
Eric taunted, his words cutting deep despite the lust clouding my thoughts. His words resonated within me, hitting a nerve I didn't know existed. But rather than retreating, I found myself growing angrier and hornier simultaneously. This anger fueled my drive to push beyond my limits, ignoring the burn in my joints and focusing purely on the thrill of competition.
"Look at your obese body, you are no athete, just a fat subbmissive cocksleve for jocks like me."
Despite my efforts, I couldn't keep up with Eric's strength and stamina. Every move was met with resistance, both physically and mentally. My heavy panting echoed through the gym, punctuated by occasional grunts of exertion. Meanwhile, Eric maintained a steady hands that pushed me up, keeping a watchful eye on my progress.
The longer we went on, the more my emotions oscillated between rage and arousal.
All the while, my cock remained trapped helplessly within the confines of my sweaty jockstrap, struggling to break free as the two of us locked bodies in mutual movement. The air hung heavy with lust and suppressed desire, electric with the promise of raw passion soon to be released.
The rhythmic motion gradually slowed, becoming desparate and heavier as my strength dwindled. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t push beyond what my exhausted muscles would allow. Frustration seethed through my veins, fueling the fires of desire inside of me.
My fat, wobbling breasts jiggled rhythmically with each labored breath, drawing increasing attention from Eric who could not tear his eyes away. With each passing second, my simmering frustration boiled over into raw passion, transforming our dynamic into one of fierce dominance and submission.
Eric seized the opportunity to take control. Unbidden, he cupped my balls possessively, massaging them with his calloused hands before letting them slide down to grip my flaccid member. Understanding the message implicit in these actions, I surrendered completely to his authority, putting the weight down.
In response, Eric wrapped his arm around my shoulders, embracing me tightly, pulling me flush against his body. One hand reached below my navel, tracing light patterns just above my pelvic area. Even though he knew what lay beneath those layers of fat, his touch elicited an intense mix of shame and excitement.
As our embrace deepened, my senses were filled with the scents of his sweat-drenched muscles, the tangible warmth of his flesh and the distinctive aftershave lingering on his skin.
He drew his face towards mine, his lips parting to expose teeth wet with anticipation. Time seemed to stop as our tongues met tentatively, then fiercely. Hours seemed to pass in mere moments, our dance of passion unfolding within the sanctuary of our shared intimacy. My chest heaved rapidly with each breath, my heart hammering violently against the constraints of my rib cage. I had long been aware of the heat building within me, yearning to be satisfied.
However, I never expected the intensity of the experience that awaited me. Gripping my swollen, rounded buttocks, Eric expertly maneuvered me into a perfect position. His eyes bore into mine, conveying a mixture of power and tenderness that sent shivers down my spine.
"Ready?" he asked softly, his voice laced with desire. Unable to find the words to respond, I nodded eagerly, my pulse racing in anticipation.
And then, it happened. Eric's rough hands pressed firmly against my buttocks, his fingers digging deeply into the crevices, forcing my flesh apart. As he did so, he bent forward, bringing his mouth dangerously close to my exposed, vulnerable rear end.
At once, I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins, heightening my awareness and focus.
Trembling with anticipation, I closed my eyes and offered up my rear end to Eric's merciless ministrations. The coolness of the room contrasted sharply with the warmth of his hands, adding to the overall sense of blistering tension. His lips brushed gently across the surface of my cheeks, sending waves of sensation coursing through my system. My heart raced furiously, each beat echoing loudly in my ears as Eric slowly parted my cheeks with skillful precision. Then, without warning, something cold and smooth encroached upon my tender entrance.
To my shock, I discovered that Eric had retrieved a lubricant bottle from somewhere near. I tried desperately to remember when exactly he procured such items, but the moment passed too swiftly for thought. Regardless, it served its purpose perfectly, allowing him easy access and reducing the initial stinging sensation.
With practiced ease, Eric guided his thick, throbbing erection towards my opening. The feeling of fullness threatened to overwhelm me, yet I held fast, determined to prove my worthiness. Each slow, deliberate thrust caused my insides to contract and expand, creating a unique symphony of sensations.
Each slap of skin agains a skin rippled throug my body. Every part of me jiggled humiliatingly as i wached myself manhandeled by a fit guy.
Clap - i moand as a slut as my moobes swinged and rippled with fat and my dribblig cock slapped agaist my fatty underbelly.
Clap - i arched my back, grasing the ground with my sagging fat belly as ripples gone through my fattened ass, to my chubby lovehandels, to a round soft gut.
Clap - i collapsed to the ground from extasy ,weak, head swimming, submitting fully to his will, my hips held high by Eric's stong hand as he punded my ass.
Every movement brought forth new sounds from Eric—grunts of satisfaction, moans of approval, and whispered encouragements. They fed off each other, driving the pair of us ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Gradually, the tempo picked up, each thrust coming harder and faster. The world narrowed down to little more than the feel of Eric's powerful frame holding me grounded, the sound of our combined breathing filling the air, and the rhythmic slap of flesh meeting flesh.
As I submitted to Eric's masterful touch, memories flooded back, rekindling forgotten feelings buried deep within my psyche. Memories of countless nights spent alone, pleasuring myself to fantasies involving men much stronger than me.
Now, here I was, experiencing the reality - the feeling of power and ownership that came with being taken so roughly by someone else. It wasn't lost on me how lucky I was to have ended up in this exact moment, sharing this bond with someone whom I trusted implicitly.
I opened my eyes to meet Eric's gaze, seeing reflected there a combination of lust and triumph. It occurred to me that perhaps he relished exercising his superiority over others in this manner. For some reason, the idea excited me immensely.
Perhaps it was because of the challenge presented by my newly acquired bulk, or maybe it was simply the prospect of having another person assert themselves over me. Whatever the case may be, I welcomed Eric's domination wholeheartedly.
Each thrust drove deeper into my core, causing my chubby belly to tremble with every impact. The sight of Eric's face contorted with pleasure, his eyes glazed over with desire, only intensified the fire burning within me. Our movements became more erratic, driven by primal instincts and the need to reach the peak together.
The smell of sweat mingled with the faint odors of sex wafted through the air, creating an atmosphere charged with eroticism. We moved together, almost as if possessed by some higher force, driven by our basest urges.
Then, suddenly, I felt the familiar stirrings of release begin to build within me.
My entire body, chubby ,ost to touch, began to quiver with an escalating wave of sensation. Just as I was on the verge of exploding, Eric shifted positions slightly, taking hold of my hips and altering our angle of penetration. This small adjustment proved enough to trigger a sudden cascade of orgasmic delight throughout my body. My brain whirred dizzily, every neuron firing in rapid succession. I felt like I was floating outside my own body, watching the events unfold as an observer.
Intense pleasure rippled through me, making it difficult to discern whether I was still conscious or merely daydreaming. But regardless of my state of mind, the sheer power of the physical connection forced a visceral acknowledgement of our union.
For several minutes, our intertwined limbs continued to writhe restlessly, fueled by a seemingly boundless reservoir of energy. With each convulsive twitch, our bodies ached to explore new territory, pushing boundaries that previously existed only in our darkest dreams, untill Eric filled my ass with a huge load of cum and left me there on the floor, cumm dribbling from ass, nude, sweaty, positievly fat and miserable.
"That was a good one", - Eric exclaimed, "Your obese ass is better that my girlfriend's pussy" He continued, as he fetched a particularly wide rubber pole "I will be waiting a dinner invitation" He said as he plunged this pole int Alexe's ass, plugging it and making me moan as pleasure, humiliation and pain ruched through me.