Fat Transfer

The pic that inspired this story

Cyril before weight gain

Cyril after weight gain

Note: I think this is the shortest story I’ve ever written! Coming in at a, ahem, slim fifteen pages, it’s nonetheless packed with loads of buttery goodness. Enjoy!

Main themes: Weight gain, body swap (of a sort), humiliation, gainer/encourager, dumber, hairy

***

Jeremy Connery stood before his bathroom mirror in a state of happy disbelief. “Holy shit! It’s really working!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe it!”

He surveyed his big, hairy belly in the bathroom mirror, lifting his shirt and pinching it between his fingers. Even though it was still really big, the scale indicated that he’d lost ten pounds overnight and he could swear the heft and weight of his big, round gut was less.

“That was fuckin’ money well spent!” he declared, smiling at his slowly diminishing gut.

Jeremy had struggled with his weight since childhood, suffering through innumerable diets but never making a dent in his continuously increasing bloat. By the time he was thirteen, he’d been diagnosed as clinically obese when he tipped the scales at over one hundred eighty pounds. Now that he was nineteen, he weighed over three hundred fifty. Well, he had weighed over three hundred fifty pounds until this morning, that is. Now he was just under that figure.

He gazed back at himself in the mirror, pushing his curly brown hair out of his eyes. He was handsome in a chubby sort of way with round, bearded cheeks, a button nose and sparkling blue eyes. He was tall, standing nearly six feet four inches, and he lifted weights like crazy, those muscles giving his otherwise round body a certain blocky shape. Yeah, even though he was fat, he was far from inactive. In fact, he was one of the toughest linebackers on the college football team. He could barrel through the defensive line like nobody’s business! 

But still…

He might be a jock but he was sick and tired of being a fat jock. It didn’t matter how good he was at football or how much he could bench press, he still paid a, ahem, heavy price for being fat. At best, he was invisible and at worst he was actively ridiculed. At age nineteen, he still hadn’t even kissed a guy much less had sex. He was hornier than fuck! 

If he squinted, he could almost see what he would look like if he were thin. In truth, though, he was still a long way from his goal. He’d need to lose another hundred pounds at least! He sighed, frowning at the big, hairy belly hanging out ponderously before him. It was balanced out in back by his immense, furry butt cheeks. Ugh.

He turned to the side, sucking in his stomach. 

Holy shit! Was his gut already smaller than it had been just a minute ago?

He squinted, eying his fat belly critically.

No, he wasn’t imagining it!

His fat really was disappearing before his very eyes!

Grinning from ear to ear, he laughed out loud. He was going to be a lean, mean fighting machine in no time!

***

Holt Phillips was aware of the eyes on him as he undressed for swim practice. The towering six-foot-four stud was used to be appreciated but there was something different about the surreptitious attention this morning. Instead of awe and envy from the other guys, he detected a hint of ridicule. Trying to pretend like he was oblivious, he dropped his gaze downward as he pulled off his skin-tight t-shirt. His eyes went wide when he saw–

“C’mon, Holt!” His best bro, Stone Cimarrón, chided. “What happened to you? Did ya load up on too many carbs or sumthin’? Yer bloating!” He reached out and patted Holt’s belly playfully.

Holt batted the hand away. “Shut up, dude! My washboard abs put yers to shame!”

Stone’s elegant eyebrow lifted. “Huh. I don’t see it. You look like yer chunkin’ out to me. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. You look better with some padding. Makes ya seem less godlike. Almost like yer one of us.”

Holt took a deep breath, ready to respond angrily, when he happened to take a second glance at his stomach. “What the fuck?” he sputtered. “What’s going on?” His belly’s slight overhang from a moment ago was now even more pronounced. He had to suck in his stomach to make it flatter. 

“Haha! It’s sexy. You should let it grow!” Stone was openly admiring Holt’s baby belly and slightly faded abs. He patted it again, despite Holt’s protest. “But ya need to shave, bro. Coach’ll scream at ya if ya go out on deck with all that hair!”

“What hair–?” But even before he finished the sentence, he realized Stone was right. His belly, legs, arms and chest were covered with a light layer of brown fuzz. He stared at the invading hair, utterly confused. He’d just shaved his whole body yesterday! Besides, even during the off season when he didn’t shave, he barely had any body hair. What was going on?

“Just go shave,” Stone urged, pushing him by the butt toward the showers. “We gotta be out there in a few minutes.”

Holt could feel Stone–along with at least half of the swim team–staring at his bare bottom the whole way to the showers. He usually didn’t bother with wrapping a towel around his nudity but that morning he felt an unfamiliar stab of self-consciousness. He frowned when he looked down at himself and saw that his belly had grown large enough to wiggle noticeably with each step. The sensation in back was the same and he knew for a fact that everyone watching him saw his jiggly ass, too. What the fuck was happening? Guys didn’t suddenly start growing bellies and big butts!

He emerged on the pool deck a few minutes later feeling even more out of sorts. His body hair was gone–mostly. Even though the razor was new, it left a lot of stubble behind. He could feel the coach’s eyes on him as he did his best to saunter nonchalantly to the edge of the pool. Stone was standing nearby with a few of the other guys on the team. Several of them were looking over at him and grinning. Stone, however, did not appear amused. He glowered at the laughing teammates, silencing them with a stare.

Holt looked down at himself and staggered, mouth hanging open. His belly was even bigger! How could that be? Instead of barely poking over the drawstring of his Speedo, his stomach was now distinctly soft and round. And his formerly rock-hard abs were definitely fainter. In fact, he now could only be described as having four-pack abs; the lower pair had been subsumed into soft blubber.

A tightness behind him grabbed his attention and he placed his hands on his buttocks, withdrawing them in alarm when he felt the abnormal size of his previously tight little butt. It wasn’t nearly as tight or little as he remembered!

And his thighs…were they bigger, too?

He consciously sucked in his gut, mind reeling when he realized that, even when inhaling deeply, he couldn’t make his stomach disappear. A roll of pudge still jiggled around his midsection. And it was spreading to his hips, giving him the faint traces of a muffin top. Panicking, he felt like he was going to pass out and contemplated fleeing. Maybe he should go see a doctor?

“You Ok, bro?”

Stone was standing beside him, concern written across his handsome face. For some reason, Holt lost himself in his best friend’s gaze, savoring his golden amber eyes and pleasantly tanned face. Stone Cimarron’s butternut-brown skin was smooth and lustrous in the sunlight. His normally dark brown hair was touched with auburn from the sun. There was just a hint of black stubble on his cheeks and his lips were curved upward in a smile even though his eyes betrayed worry.

Clearing his throat, Holt tried to look away, only to find his eyes traveling down the lean, toned length of his friend’s muscly body. Stone was shorter than Holt but only slightly and perhaps a little stockier. Holt had more of a classic swimmer’s build whereas Stone’s was more compact. Despite his relative bulk (for a swimmer), though, Stone was one of the team’s fastest swimmers.

For his part, Stone was staring just as fixedly at Holt’s body. His black eyebrows lifted as he took note of Holt’s rounded belly and nearly nonexistent abs. Holt’s cheeks colored when he realized his friend was doing but he didn’t turn away. For reasons unknown to him, he let Stone study every inch of his body.

Holt Phillips was over six feet four inches tall and weighed (before today) just under 170 pounds. He was broad shouldered and narrow-waisted (again, until now) with a tiny ass and long, muscular arms and legs. His hair was golden blond and he kept it trimmed in short, tight curls. His eyes were emerald green and his nose was elegantly long, positioned over a pair of pouty lips and cleft chin. He was the fastest jock on the swim team and held numerous college records. His grace and speed were nearly as legendary as his perfect physique…which made the sudden appearance of a distinct and growing belly quite disruptive to his self-esteem.

“You Ok?” Stone repeated as the awkward and charged silence between them stretched. As he said this, he reached down and covertly adjusted himself in his Speedo. Holt’s eyes followed the movement, widening in surprise when he saw the growing bulge in the pouch of his friend’s swimsuit. The team’s Speedo uniform was an incredibly tiny triangle of blue fabric; it barely covered anything as it was and this made it impossible to hide an erection.

Holt’s cheeks colored. “Dude!” he hissed, looking around and positioning himself in front of Stone to block the team’s view of his rapidly-growing erection. “You got a stiffy? Now? What the fuck?!”

Stone regarded him levelly, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world to get a hard-on on the pool deck. “Pffff,” he said dismissively. “Who cares? I’m more worried ‘bout you! What’s going on? I swear you’ve gained like ten pounds in the last ten minutes alone!” He reached down and massaged his groin as he said this, grinning happily. 

Holt’s cheeks blazed when a long, low moan escaped Stone’s lips. “Would you stop!” he complained. “You’re almost fully boned! In public, bro!”

Stone’s mouth quirked. “And how do you know how big I am when I’m fully boned? Huh?” He took Stone by the elbow as he said this, guiding him off to the side of the pool where they were beyond earshot of the rest of the team. The coach blew her whistle, their cue to get on the deck and dive in, but Stone waved her off, calling, “Gimme a sec, Coach! Me an’ my man, Holt, got business.” He turned back to Holt, erection now protruding lewdly from the crotch of his Speedo. 

When Stone caught Holt eyeing his erection, he poked his finger into his chest, accusing,“It’s all yer fault! You got me all horned up here, bro.” He lowered his voice, confessing, “And, truth is, I low-key wanna fuck you right now.” He stated this as if it were the obvious fact in the world, no trace of shame or even trepidation in his tone. “And after that, I wanna go with you to the all-you-can-eat buffet and stuff myself. I wanna get fat, too!”

For some reason, this made Holt belch. “Excuse me,” he muttered, head swimming and face burning bright red. He felt like he’d stepped into an upside-down world. He had no fucking clue what was going on! How was he gaining weight simply by standing around? And why was Stone so fucking turned on by it? It didn’t help that he could feel the pouch of his own Speedo tightening…and this time it wasn’t just due to his inexplicable weight gain. He looked down, flinching with embarrassment when he saw his own erection protruding beneath his now very noticeably protruding gut.

He didn’t know which to be more ashamed of: His public erection or his gut. It didn’t take him long to decide. The gut. Definitely the gut. He couldn’t believe it! For the first time in his life, he had a round belly! It stuck out from his waist, sagging slightly over the pouch of his Speedo. From the way the swimsuit was clinging to his ass, he could tell his butt had swelled even bigger, too.

“Fuck.” Stone’s eyes were riveted to Holt’s growing belly. “Oh, fuck! That’s so fuckin’ hot!”

“Dude!” Holt whined, casting about wildly. They were now both sporting obvious hard-ons and, from the looks of things, Stone was quite the grower. His Speedo had pulled away from his taut belly, exposing the base of his shaved cock. It was incredibly girthy and its skin was much darker than the butternut shade of the rest of his body. Holt inadvertently licked his lips as he wondered how big that cock was. Nine inches? Ten? More? Whatever the length, it put his sturdy eight-incher to shame.

Just like his bro, Holt’s own erection was growing longer and fatter by the second. It was obvious from the pronounced ridge pressing against the beleaguered pouch of his Speedo that he was circumcised. While he wasn’t anywhere as big as Stone, his girthy fuckstick was nothing to be ashamed of. And judging from his buddy’s hungry gaze, Stone thought so, too.

He belched again, rubbing his tummy. He pulled his hand away in alarm, though, when he felt his gut expand yet again. It pushed ever outward, taking the last vestiges of his abs with it. When he saw the size of it, he goggled. His belly was as big as a bowling ball and growing bigger by the second.

“My tits!” he moaned, zeroing in on his pecs and seeing they were likewise affected by his mysterious weight gain. His nipples had swelled bigger than a pair of silver dollars and pointed out from his bulky pecs like a pair of fleshy cones. As he stared, they grew even bigger and heavier, hanging down under their increasing mass.  “What the FUCK is happening to me, Stone?!”

In answer, Stone got down on his knees and yanked Holt’s Speedo down his burgeoning thighs. Popping Holt’s hard cock in his mouth, he pumped it several times in his mouth before yanking the Speedo back up and retying the drawstring. Smiling devilishly, he patted Holt’s belly and sauntered off, giant erection thrust out before him.

“That’s just a taste, bro!” he called over his shoulder in a sing-song voice. “Wait til I get my hands on you after practice!”

Holt was agape behind him. His head–both the one on his shoulders and the one between his newly beefed-up legs–felt ready to explode. The list of the morning’s impossibilities kept getting longer and longer!. His weight gain…Stone’s flirtation…his public nudity…and an open-air blowjob! What the fuck was happening?

The coach and his teammates had somehow missed the spectacle of Stone’s deep-throat. The guys were all in the pool swimming their warmup laps and the coach had turned her back on them. She didn’t even notice when Stone flopped down on the edge of the pool, hard cock pointing straight up at the sky. He pushed himself into the water and looked back at Holt, giving him a salacious wink before diving in.

Holt stood there with his mouth open for a while before he realized his erection hadn’t dissipated. Jerking into motion, he staggered over and plunged into the pool, joining his teammates. Ignoring the added buoyancy of his ever-growing gut, he attempted to keep up. 

***

Practice was a total bust. Normally the fastest guy on the team, he was now the slowest. He clung to the edge of the pool after the workout was over, gasping for air and cringing at the alien sensation of his big belly pressed against the tiled wall. It felt like he had a pillow attached to his middle!

“C’mon, bro. Take my hand. I’ll help ya outta there.”

Stone squatted on the edge of the pool, his hardon still plastered against the fabric of his Speedo. Now that his skimpy swimsuit was wet, however, it was nearly transparent and Holt could see the massive, throbbing outline of his cock. From the look of things, Stone was hung like a fucking horse! He flushed pink when he realized the sight of his buddy’s erection made him hard, too. His already far-too-tight suit was growing even tighter.

Shaking his head at himself, he allowed Stone to heave him out of the pool. He warbled in horror, though, when he saw how enormous his belly had grown in the past hour. Keeping with the trend of gaining more than a pound a minute, he estimated that his belly had more than tripled in size. It was wide and round and heavy, sagging down over the crotch of his Speedo, bigger than a basketball and rapidly approaching beach ball size. 

And his ass!

He didn’t need to look behind himself to know that his ass had ballooned in proportion to his belly, turning his miniscule Speedo into a thong as the fabric rode up his now corpulent buttocks and got lodged in the cleft of his massive, saggy ass. 

Bellowing like a frightened cow, he staggered and would have fallen if Stone hadn’t caught him. His friend grabbed him in a tight hug, sandwiching Holt’s big, squishy belly between them and covering his mouth with a kiss. His tongue was hot as a poker and shot inside his mouth, probing and tasting, probing and tasting. His hands roved Holt’s body freely, squeezing his love handles, the fat oozing between his fingers. Then he grabbed Holt’s jello-y ass, kneading his buttocks and pulling him in closer.

“Ungh! Yer so fuckin’ HOT!” he gasped. “I love you like this, bro! So fat and hairy!”

Holt had sort of gone into torpor, brain short-circuiting with the shock of his bloated body and Stone’s amorous assault. His green eyes snapped into focus with these words, though, and he looked down at himself, realizing that his formerly smooth, porcelain skin was now covered by a forest of kinky brown fur. Lifting a chubby hand to his face, he was stunned to realize he had a full beard.

“Huh? For some reason, it makes yer baby face even more pronounced,” Stone observed. “Yer such a fuckable cub!”

“St-St-Stone!” Holt wailed. “You gotta help me! Sumthin’s really wrong with me!”

Stone leaned back on his heels, assessing. He’d loosened the drawstring on his Speedo to give his erection more room to grow. Soon, the entire base of his smooth, black-brown cock was fully exposed. Despite his state of shock, Holt found himself eying it hungrily…just as he eyed his friend’s flat, ridged tummy with bitter envy.

“Wrong?” Stone repeated, amber eyes full of lust. “I don’t see nuthin’ wrong here. In fact, I’d say you’ve never looked better. C’mon!”

He took Holt by the arm and tugged him toward the locker room, ignoring the goggling stares and outright laughter of their teammates. The coach turned as they staggered past, her eyebrows lifting with alarm as she took in Holt’s massive changes. Her face colored but she didn’t look away when she spotted the erections plastered luridly against their Speedos. 

She opened her mouth to yell at them but Stone forestalled her. “I’m on it, Coach!” he called out, manhandling Holt toward the locker room. “Trust me! I know how to take good care of him!” He laughed, smacking Holt’s bloated bottom for effect.

Holt had never been more ashamed. Or turned on. He was basically naked and aroused in front of everyone. Even before he’d gained over a hundred pounds, his Speedo had verged on indecent but now…well, he looked almost more prurient than if he’d been completely naked.

His heavy rolls of fat sloshed back and forth with each step, making it hard to even walk. He was winded just lumbering the short distance between the pool and the locker room. Stone, however, wouldn’t let him go until they reached the showers. Several guys were lined up, naked, under the row of shower heads. They turned, mouths falling open in disbelief when they saw what had become of their illustrious captain. Several of them didn’t even seem to recognize him anymore. Just that morning, Holt had been the pinnacle of svelte beauty, the envy of every guy on the team. Now, he was the laughingstock. Oh, how the mighty had fallen!

“Everybody out,” Stone ordered, ignoring the loud snickering. He placed his hands possessively on Holt’s rounded shoulders, clapping them down with a loud smack, adding, “Unless, of course, you wanna see us fucking.”

Five seconds later, the shower room was completely empty.

“Here, bro,” Stone said, turning Holt toward the bank of mirrors beside the showers. “Let’s fuck right here. I want you to see everything!”

Holt’s mouth gaped open when he saw his reflection. He was a total fucking pig! Hair covered every inch of his body, including his face. His beard was long and scraggly and the carpet of fur on his chest and pubes was as dense as a wool mat and very fragrant. 

All the hair in the world, though, couldn’t conceal his massive, fat body. His gut hung out before him, bigger than a beach ball and just as round. Rolls of fat hung over the super-tight waistband of his Speedo, forming the biggest, ugliest muffin top. His arms stuck out from his sides, inflated by fat and hiding all of his muscles. His thighs had swelled to gargantuan proportions making him look like an elephant below the waist. He blinked, staring at his round face and chipmunk cheeks. His full lips looked extra pink in contrast to his thick beard. Stone was right, he realized as he stared at himself; he looked particularly young and doe-eyed despite his fatter face and thick facial hair. He wanted to cry.

“Yer my big, fat boy!” Stone praised, looking over his round shoulder and grinning. “And I can’t wait to fuck you!”

Holt was in shock, flabby jaw hanging open as he gazed at the obese stranger in the mirror. He was barely aware of Stone’s voice, much less the splattery sound of his bro squirting lube into his palm. Only when Stone pushed him forward and swiped his lubed-up hand between Holt’s meaty ass cheeks did he understand what Stone intended.

“Wait!” he wailed, eyes bugging out at the alien sensation of Stone’s fat cockhead pressing into his cleft and landing on his virginal boy-hole. “What’re you doin’ back there?”

“Shhh, bro,” Stone breathed in his ear. “This’ll hurt for a sec but then you’ll be flyin’ high! It’s a good thing I’m so hung ‘cuz if I were any shorter, my cock wouldn’t be able to reach yer hole!”

“St-St-Stone! No!”

Clamp! 

“OUCH!”

Stone bit down hard on his earlobe, making Holt’s vision swim with pain. At the same instant, he forced Holt’s head down and wrapped his strong arms around his waist, pulling him backward onto his throbbing cock. There was a horrifying ‘Pop!’ and then blinding pain as his sphincter gave way. His knees crumpled but Stone had already anticipated this and used the sagging weight of Holt’s rotundity to his advantage. Holt’s hole opened wide and Stone’s fat, hard cock slid right in.

Holt’s vision washed red and he blacked out. When he awoke, though, his rolls of flab were swaying back and forth in time with Stone’s insistent thrusts. He moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as he finally understood what he’d been missing his whole young life: A good fucking by a huge, thick cock! Stone’s cock felt absolutely fucking amazing as it savaged his hole. He didn’t resist when his buddy forced him down onto his hands and knees and wailed away behind him doggy style. For the first time, Holt realized there was at least one advantage to having such a bloated belly: It sagged down onto the floor beneath him, providing the perfect cushion to absorb Stone’s thrusts.

“FUUUUUUCK! AH, FUUUUUUCK!” Stone moaned, folding himself over Holt’s back and rocking back and forth. His long cock slid further inside Holt than he thought possible and he could feel his hole stretching into a permanent gape. 

He didn’t care, though. In fact, blissed-out from Stone’s cock fucking his hole, he didn’t even mind being fat. If fat was what Stone desired, he’d gladly put on another hundred pounds!

“UNNNNNGH!”

This time it was his turn to bellow in ecstasy. He opened his mouth and squealed like a boar when Stone fished around under the apron of his hanging gut and found his cock, jacking it in time with his thrusts.

They came together, Stone’s hot jizz rocketing inside him as his own hot jizz coated his belly. Stone leaned forward and nibbled his ear as he came, murmuring, “I’m gonna fuck ya again so stay right there. I still got another few loads to pump into ya!”

Holt turned his head and met his lips, savoring the taste of his bro’s mouth. Stone was the hottest, sexiest guy in the world! Even more importantly, he was the best friend and lover a boy could have!

***

“I think yer bein’ a little extreme, bro.”

Stone and he were rinsing the sweat, cum and musk off of their naked bodies in the showers after fucking more than a half dozen times.

“Whaddaya mean?” Holt’s voice sounded duller to his ears, making him sound kind of dumb. He realized he liked it; Stone was the smart one, after all.

“I mean,” Stone said, burying his face between Holt’s flabby breasts and looking up at him adoringly, “You still got a lot of muscle. It didn’t go anywhere! It’s just buried under a lot of padding. Look.” He turned Holt to face the mirror across from their shower. “You got a nice figure. Yer blocky and stocky, built like a fuckin’ linebacker. Maybe if ya can’t be a swimmer, the football team’ll take ya? It’s worth a shot. Tryouts are next week, you know.”

Holt tried to turn away. Now that the post-coital bliss had worn off, he was ashamed of how fat he’d become! How would he ever go out in public looking like this? How would he go to his classes? He’d need to sit on at least two chairs! And what about his family? His heavy stomach knotted at the thought of his big brother seeing him like this. He’d laugh his fucking head off! The weight of having to face the world looking like a fat pig was almost too much for him to handle.

Stone took his face between his hands and forced him to gaze upon his reflection. “Yer one hot motherfucker!” he praised. “Forget about how you used to look and see yourself with fresh eyes. See? See?”

Holt blinked, only seeing a fat slob. The more insistent Stone became, though, the more Holt began to realize that his friend was right. Sure, he didn’t look anything like himself anymore but…maybe that wasn’t so bad? His gut was fat, that was for sure, but it was also square. It was obvious it belonged to an athlete and not a couch potato. His legs were sturdy and his shoulders were broad. His chest, even with his big nipples and saggy tits, was square and powerful. His neck was wide and his thighs were like tree trunks. He clenched his jaw, thrusting back his shoulders. Yeah, he looked kinda badass like this.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” Stone breathed in his ear. “Yer just so fuckin’ sexy!”

His friend stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the mirror. Holt looked down and watched Stone’s footlong masterpiece swelling to truly prodigious proportions. This time, though, he took the bull by the cock and knelt down and, settling back on his wide, plump bottom, sucked his bro to a volcanic climax.

***

“Feed me more, bro!” Stone pleaded. “Feed me more!”

He was splayed out in a booth at the all-you-can-eat buffet, his t-shirt pulled up, revealing his engorged belly. Holt was across the table from him, his massive bulk taking up the entire booth.

“Haven’t you eaten enough?” Holt pressed but nevertheless complied, spearing another fried mozzarella stick and sticking it in his boyfriend’s mouth. Stone chewed it slowly, eyes rolling back in his head. For his part, Holt had barely eaten a morsel; he was soon to learn that he’d never be hungry but nonetheless would never lose a pound. No matter what he did, he would forever be over three hundred fifty pounds.

“I’m under your control,” Stone slurred, sounding almost drunk from all the food he’d devoured. “Make me as fat as you want! I’ll eat anything you tell me to!”

Holt’s cock throbbed involuntarily. He had no idea why the thought of turning Stone into a big, fat freak like himself turned him on so much but there was no doubt that his cock loved the sight of his bro’s formerly flat tummy expanding before his eyes. “Here, have more!” he insisted, shoving a fried jalapeno popper into Stone’s mouth. The happiness etched across his bro’s face was enough to elicit a warm glow in his heart…and in his groin.

After he fed Stone until he was bursting, he asked, “I wanna know sumthin’, bro. Ya don’t seem surprised by how fat I got. Do ya know sumthin’ I don’t?”

Stone reached over and mussed his blond curls. “I know lotsa stuff ya don’t, you big gooner. For instance, I know you like big, chubby Latino dudes. That’s why I’m gonna get as big and chubby as ya want!”

Holt blinked, mind feeling like molasses. “How did ya know that? I never tole ya!”

In answer, Stone wiggled his fingers. “Gimme yer phone, bro.”

Holt shifted, moving his ponderous bulk slowly out of the way until he could reach into his pocket. He was dressed in clothes that Stone had found in the lost and found. Somehow, he crammed his ass into a pair of giant shorts that nonetheless felt like they were going to split down the back at any moment. And then he’d tugged a voluminous t-shirt over himself, fighting to get his thick arms through the holes. The bulk of his round belly was still exposed, however; even a size XXXL t-shirt couldn’t cover that. The stares of distaste and muffled laughter he’d received as he lumbered beside Holt through campus had given him a hint of the disdain he was going to endure now that he was obese. 

“See?” Stone said, holding Holt’s phone in front of his face. Holt’s round cheeks colored when he realized his friend had opened up his photo gallery and was flicking his finger past photo after photo of fat, naked, dark-skinned dudes. “You really should set your passcode to something other than 1-2-3-4-5-6, bro. The last time we were drunk off our asses, I stole yer phone and got busy memorizing yer preferred man.” He grinned, licking grease off his lips. “When I saw what pops yer cork, I took matters into my own hands. I’m gonna let ya make me into yer dream guy!”

Holt cock was fully erect by this point and he was actually glad he was so fat because his gut hung down, concealing the evidence of his arousal in his too-tight shorts.

Stone smirked at his glassy-eyed stare. “C’mon, bro!” he urged, pushing his plate away and staggering up from the table. His own growing belly was already obvious under the stretchy fabric of his t-shirt. “Let’s go get some ice cream. Afterwards, I’m gonna fuck you a new hole.” He extended his hand to Holt, wiggling his fingers invitingly.

***

“I still don’t get it,” Holt persisted as he waddled beside Stone toward the ice cream store. “How’d this happen to me? I know you know!” He stopped, putting his hands on his wide hips. “You did sumthin’ to me, didn’t ya? You made me get fat!”

Stone paused, looking back at him with a devilish glint in his amber eyes. “I was hopin’ you’d be to dumb by now to ask that question but I guess yer not.” He shrugged. “No matter. I’ll tell you. Just like you find fat Latinos sexy, I find fat white boys hot as fuck. And I was determined to make ya into one.”

“But, how?”

Stone waved his hand in the air. “Oh, I knew it wouldn’t be easy ‘cuz you were so prissy about bein’ the world’s buffest swim-god. I knew that you wouldn’t gain weight if I asked you to, so I had to trick you.”

“You tricked me?” Holt’s heart was pounding in his chest. He thought Stone was his friend! He trusted him!

They were stopped in the middle of the campus diag, forcing people to walk around them. Some of them glared at Holt because, of the two, he took up by far the most space. He thought he heard the words, ‘What a fat fuck!’ and his ears grew hot.

“Yeah, I tricked you.” Stone didn’t seem the least bit apologetic. “And, man, was it worth it! I had no idea how fast it would work on you!” He smiled, reaching out to take Holt’s corpulent belly in his hands and rolling it around appreciatively.

“Wha-Wha-Wha you do to me?” Holt knew he should be angry, that he should push Stone away. But he couldn’t make himself do it; he loved the sensation of having his fat massaged too much!

As always, he was an open book to Stone and his buddy had no trouble reading his thoughts. He knew that he might be holding Holt’s belly in his hands but it was his heart that was really in his full possession. He could do anything to Holt and he would forgive him.

Stone’s lips curved upward and he whispered, “XFR, dude.”

Holt blinked. He might be dumber now than he was a few hours ago but he wasn’t that far gone. “The genetic fitness program?”

Stone nodded. “Yep, that’s the one! You thought you were signing up for weight-loss research and to be a mentor to some poor fat slob, right? Ha! You actually signed up to trade weight with him!”

“You mean, I traded…fat…with Jeremy Connery?” Holt’s beleaguered brain was having trouble processing the impossibility of this information. “But how? How’s dat possible?”

“Dunno.” Stone shrugged his broad shoulders. “Does it really matter? I mean, it’s too late now–” He broke off mid-sentence as his gaze slid past Holt’s shoulder. Eyes flashing with sudden recognition of the person standing behind them, he pronounced, “And speak of the skinny, little devil, here’s Jeremy now!”

Holt turned and almost lost his balance when he beheld what had become of the big, fat jock he’d signed up to ‘mentor’ through the XFR program. Jeremy was unrecognizable!

“Hi, Stone!” Jeremy chirped, sauntering up to them. He was holding an ice cream cone and licked his fingers as it melted down over his knuckles. “How’s it goin’?” He stopped, mid-lick, when his gaze landed on the bloated behemoth standing next to Stone. Face draining of color, he stammered, “H-H-H-Holt! Is that you? Oh, fuck, Holt! I-I-I-”

“Yeah,” Stone finished for him. “Holt here is the proud recipient of all the weight you lost this morning, bro. Don’t he look great?”

Jeremy and Holt were gaping at each other, taking in their vastly changed physiques. Whereas Holt was now well over three hundred fifty pounds, Jeremy was just under one hundred seventy. They were the same height, too, which meant that Jeremy possessed a swim-god physique while Holt now had a bloated linebacker’s body.

Jeremy’s curly brown hair was newly trimmed and his cheeks were smooth as silk. In fact, the rest of his body was smooth as silk as well. Wearing just a pair of skimpy shorts and a midriff-baring cotton jersey, it was clear that he shaved everywhere. Washboard abs rippled beneath his pleasantly tanned skin. The hot-pink elastic band of his thong rose up over the top of his shorts, nestling on the ridges of his elegant hips. He’d pierced his ears and gotten a tattoo of a flaming sun around his tiny belly button. Knee-length gym socks graced his shapely calves and a pair of Converse hightops adorned his perfect, little feet. His blue eyes sparkled alluringly and his full, moist lips parted as he gazed at Holt.

A moment later, he shifted uncomfortably and Holt looked down to see an obvious bulge tenting the crotch of Jeremy’s tiny pair of red shorts.

Stone noticed it, too. Placing a hand on Jeremy’s thin shoulders, he teased, “And here you thought being fat was ugly. Now that you see our luscious Holt here, are you having second thoughts?”

Jeremy’s dewy cheeks were glowing pink. “H-H-Holt, I’m sorry! I didn’t–”

“S’Ok, bro.” Holt was as surprised as Jeremy by conciliatory words coming out of his mouth. “I’m Ok with it.” He looked over and smiled at Stone, adding, “I mighta lost my perfect jock bod but I got sumthin’ even better in return.” He patted Stone’s growing tummy affectionately before pinching it. “I got the hottest man alive!”

Stone smiled, leaning forward and planting a kiss on Holt’s mouth. Pulling away, he looked over at Jeremy, saying, “Now, if you don’t mind us, we’re gonna go get fat together.”

Jeremy stared at them, envy clearly written across his guileless face. He crossed his legs, licking the traces of melted ice cream off his knuckles and pushing the last of the cone into his mouth. Before Stone and Holt could walk away, he blurted out, “Wait! Guys!”

They looked back at him questioningly. “Yeah?”

Jeremy waffled for a moment, as if struggling with a decision. And then he floored everyone around as he yanked down his shorts and thong. Stone and Holt stared in stunned silence as the shorts fell down around his ankles and the thong got stuck mid-thigh. It was something else, however, that stole all of their attention. Something very long and very hard and very dripping.

“Take me with you!” Jeremy begged as the students around him pulled out their phones and started recording his indecent exposure. He waggled his huge, shaved cock at them provocatively; it was, Holt guessed, nearly as long and fat as Stone’s even if it was circumcised. “I got something for both of you!” he added, turning around and presenting them with his bare bottom. Holt and Stone goggled at the sight of it. That ass was apparently the only part of Jeremy’s body that hadn’t lost any of its fat; it was incredibly round and perky and plump, seemingly filled to bursting with yummy peach juices. Jeremy looked over his shoulder at them, his blue eyes pleading.

Stone looked from Jeremy to Holt. “Well, bro? What about it? Wanna be a thruple?”

In wordless answer, Holt lumbered over to Jeremy and took the boy in his arms, pulling him against his big belly and hiding his frontal nudity. That thick, dripping boy-cock thrust between his meaty thighs like a hot poker. Stone laughed and joined him, taking up position behind Jeremy and pressing his own erection into that luscious boy-butt. Sandwiched between them, Jeremy’s nudity was thus concealed from prying eyes.

“Welcome to the family,” Stone murmured in Jeremy’s ear, nibbling it. “Now let’s go make some babies…or at least die tryin’!”

***

It was a true quid pro quo situation. Jeremy taught both Holt and Stone how to be the best linebackers in the college’s history and Stone taught him how to beat even Holt’s previous swim records (before he grew too fat to do more than float in the pool.) That fall, Jeremy joined the swim team and became the new captain whereas Holt and Stone joined the football team. They led both their teams to the championships, taking home trophies and the adulation of their hordes of adoring fans. The awards were of secondary importance, though. All they really cared about was each other. Jeremy had never been happier being the thin filling in Holt and Stone’s fat sandwich.