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Jeff walked into the gym for the first time. He'd finally gotten the courage to go. After seeing his friend Bill a few months ago with enormous muscles all over his body, his jealousy had finally gotten to him. And here he was. Big Boy Gym was a serious gym for guys who wanted to get big. It was where Bill worked out.
As he entered the gym, he recalled his meeting Bill for the first time in over a year. They had gone to community college together, come out to each other, even dated each other for a while. Then, after school they had drifted apart, seeing each other only occasionally by chance. The last time had been at the Pleasuredome, a dance bar. Jeff didn't go there very often, being somewhat ashamed of his extremely skinny body, but his younger friends had insisted.
And there, gyrating on the dance floor, was one of the most beautiful muscle hunks Jeff had ever seen. Once he saw the guy, he couldn't get his eyes off of him. There was something familiar about him. He was dancing with two other guys, even bigger than he was. They were laughing and having a great time together dancing, flexing their muscles, and wearing nothing but shorts and shoes. Tanned, buff and huge.
Jeff got a drink with his friends, never letting his eyes off the guy. After about 10 minutes, the dancing bodybuilders left the dance floor, all sweaty, and made a beeline for the supplement bar, where they sold juices, health shakes, and "smart drinks" Jeff wandered toward them, wanting a better view of the god he had seen. As he got closer, he realized that his god was none other than his friend Bill. He was floored. When he had last seen him, Bill had the same frame and build that Jeff did. It was one of the reasons they had spent time together -- they were so similar. They both were build like beanstalks, tall and wiry. Bill had black hair, and brown eyes Jeff blonde and blue eyed. Both were very good-looking in the face department, but their extraordinarily thin bodies were a bit of a turn off to other guys, they thought. Neither had been into sports, and both spent the majority of their time in college studying and reading, frequently forgetting to eat.
Now the Bill in front of him was totally different. Except for the face and height, Bill was totally different in look and in manner. He seemed arrogant, cocky, sure of himself. Jeff was embarrassed. He turned to leave, when he heard "Jeff, is that you?" coming from Bill. He turned back, grimaced, and said, "Yep, it's me alright." Bill laughed, and said something aside to his friends, who laughed as well. Jeff wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
"I can't believe it. You haven't changed a bit!" said Bill.
"You sure have, Bill," said Jeff.
Bill smiled at his friends, who smiled back. "Don't you know it!" He flexed a huge bicep for emphasis, "Come on, feel it!" He shoved his arm in Jeff's face. Jeff reached up and touched the arm. His dick was so hard it was about to spring out of his pants. Bill laughed again. "My friend the beanpole!" Jeff didn't know what to say. For a few moments they just stared at each other, Jeff in fascination, jealousy and shame, Bill with power, assuredness, and arrogance.
Finally Jeff blurted out, "How'd you get so big, anyway?" Bill laughed yet again, a deep, powerful laugh. Jeff realized his friend's voice had gotten deeper, too.
"I joined a 24 hour nautilus to start and put on some muscle. I realized I wanted a lot more, and switched to Muscle Hedz down the street... then made some new friends," Bill said. "You know, people always said we were so much alike. Can't imagine being anything like you, now. 'Course, you could always do what I did. But it doesn't mean you'd ever get to be as big as I am now!" He and his friends all laughed cruelly then, laughing at Jeff. "See ya around, beanpole!" Bill said, as he and his friends went back to the dance floor.
Now, six months later, Jeff was not yet ready to confront his friend Bill again. But his jealousy and determination had gotten him ready to make the plunge. He had bought some weights and been lifting at home for a while. He had put on over 30 pounds of muscle, which was a significant improvement from his former 6'2" 150 beanpole self already. Every pound he had put on had excited him. Jeff had begun to fantasize about getting a huge, massive body, bigger than Jeff's or his friends. He was ready, or so he thought. He couldn't wait to get huge.
"Hi, welcome to Big Boy Gym. I'm Matt." Matt was built like a small tank, and sitting behind the desk. Matt was only about 5'8", but had the biggest arms, chest, and shoulders that Jeff had ever seen on a guy. They had retired to Matt's office to discuss Jeff's goals and sign him up. "What can we do for you?"
Jeff was almost embarrassed to say it. "I'd like to get bigger." he blurted out.
"Great, that's what we're here for. Now," said Matt, and as he did he smiled a bit evilly at Jeff, and then grinned again, "How big are we talkin? You want to put on a few pounds, go for some serious size, or are we talking all the way?" To demonstrate, Matt stood and performed a double biceps pose. His arms and chest almost ripped his huge shirt open. You could see the fabric straining.
Jeff gulped. Now or never. "All the way."
Matt smiled. He had trained guys like Jeff before. He loved it when they said that. He got such a hard on seeing them start scrawny, and watching them grow into monsters. But most of the guys who said "All the way" either didn't mean it, or didn't have what it took to get there time wise, financially, or ethically.
"It's gonna cost you.," Matt said as an introduction. He then began casually laying out the huge time commitment involved. The enormous amount of training and discipline involved. How Jeff would eventually need to train twice a day, and eat 7 to 8 times a day. That the food would cost, as well as the training for the first month or two until Jeff was ready to train on his own. And that none of this would make him really as big as he wanted without taking juice i.e. steroids. Matt realized he was taking a risk saying that, but he knew a desperate man when he saw one. And his cock was so hard to see this guy grow, he had to bring it up now. Jeff was so cute already. Put a massive frame around him and he would be a god. A god Matt would love to worship.
"In fact," Matt concluded, "If you can afford the food and the juice and the time, it'll probably be better if you just took 3-6 months off from work, at least to start. If you spend full time on this, you'll make your goal that much faster."
Jeff was about to cum he was so excited by what Matt had said. He had the money from work, and he'd just move into a cheaper apartment in the mean time. He realized he was about to change his life forever when he said, "Make me into a monster. I'm ready." He could just imagine Bill's face when he saw him in six months.
Six months later...
Steve was shouting behind him. "Come on, Man, One More Rep!" Jeff was straining, and screamed as he belted out the final rep of the workout. "Great work, man." said Steve, now his best friend and roommate.
Jeff had met Steve four months after starting his "new life" as he thought of it. Steve had moved from Southern California, where he had been an almost-pro bodybuilder. He had been looking for a workout partner and a roommate to share a basement apartment across the street from the gym, beneath the Pizza Hut and next to the Burger King. Steve had just gotten a job as the manager of the Pizza Hut when he met Jeff.
At the time he met Steve, Jeff had gone through an amazing transformation. He had gained over 50 pounds, all muscle. Now standing at 6'2", Jeff weighed 230 pounds. He was big. He was tan. He couldn't stop looking at himself in the mirror. He was incredibly cocky. He had a beautiful set of abs. Guys and girls both fawned on him. He hadn't had so much sex in his entire life, though he had to admit it wasn't as satisfying as he wanted it to be, or remembered even from when he was dating Bill. And he was beginning to get tired of having to keep taking juice all the time, even to maintain the size he had, let alone grow bigger.
But still he wanted more. A LOT more. He wanted even more size, to get even bigger. Which is why he'd been attracted to Steve. Steve was enormous, a real monster. At 6'4", Steve weighed 300#s, almost all muscle. He admitted at the time he had a tiny belly, and his abs were fairly smooth (though you could definitely feel the muscle there), he was the biggest guy Jeff had ever seen. 21" arms, a 54" chest, huge, massive thighs. Though Steve wasn't a very attractive guy, Jeff couldn't help but want to worship Steve's bod. Steve had moved from So. Cal. cause he'd gotten tired of all the drugs and having to keep his waist under control. He moved so he could be somewhere he still had the best bod, even if he didn't have washboard abs. Plus, he had secretly admitted to himself, he just loved pizza.
So Steve and Jeff had been working out together for two months now. And Jeff had gained another 10#s of muscle, and was all the more cocky, handsome and huge. Steve had also gained weight. His arms were now 22 1/2", his chest 55", and his thighs even bigger than before.
At 335# he also sported a 35" waist (well, maybe 36 or even 37, he had to admit), and a belly several inches larger than that. He had begun to realize recently why he had taken the job at Pizza Hut...the food. He now had gotten into the habit of eating an extra large pizza every night before closing down the store, in addition to the food he already consumed all day (which had recently begun to include clandestine trips to Burger King as well. He ate his pizza in the dark, with the store shut down and dark, so that no one could see him cum as he took the last bite. Steve had known he always wanted to be big, but now he realized it didn't matter to him how that size came. He loved rubbing his new belly... though he never did it in front of Jeff. And he always made sure he sucked in his gut around Jeff, and wore baggy clothes to hide his new found love of food. He'd even begun fantasizing about seeing Jeff put on a belly, which gave him an even bigger rush, though he'd never admit that to Jeff. He wanted to be huge, with his big muscles and a massive, huge protruding round belly. He knew eventually Jeff would notice, but not yet.
"Ready for tonight, man?" Steve said to Jeff as they headed across the street back to their apartment after the workout. Jeff had heard from a friend who knew Bill that Bill and his friends were going to Pleasuredome tonight. Tonight was the night to show off all his hard work. He was kind of wary, because he didn't really know what was next. He was just about out of money, and would need to find a job soon. He was also worried that Bill had gotten bigger too, and would be bigger than he was.
After a disco nap, Jeff oiled himself down and got into his new shorts and a shirt that would rip off when he flexed his chest, back and arms on the dance floor. Steve came in through his bedroom door, still wearing gym clothes. "Aren't you going to change?" Jeff asked. "Nah, I hate dancing. But I'll still go with you. Listen, I've got to get something at the store. I'll be right back." "Ok, then we'll head out ," said Jeff. Steve rushed out, making a beeline for Burger King. The store was almost closed, it being late out. Almost no one was in the store but the employees. As he thought about the juicy burger, and the melted cheese, Steve couldn't help himself. He ordered two Double Cheese burgers. As he wolfed them down with a shake, he felt his belly swelling even more than before. His dick felt like it was going to explode. As he stood up, and tried to adjust his clothes, he reluctantly realized that his belly was now too obvious to hide. He hoped in the dark his friend wouldn't notice.
They got to the Pleasuredome, paid the entry fee and started scanning the crowd. Jeff went out onto the dance floor, while Steve went for the "health shakes." As he was at the health bar, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Steve turned around, and lo and behold it was Bill, who he recognized from an old photo Jeff had shown him.
He was prepared for Bill's size, but was surprised at the shoulder tap. Bill probably didn't know of his relationship with Jeff.
Bill said, "Hi. Saw you from behind. Hope you don't mind saying, but you have an enormous back, even with the clothes you're wearing."
Steve smiled, "That's not all that's big." He flexed his arms and held one out for a good feel. Bill felt it. Though trying to act cocky, he couldn't help but release a brief sigh at feeling the huge muscle, which he knew was bigger than either of his biceps. Bill leaned towards him, "I'd love to have arms as big as yours."
Steve laughed, and said, "You could!" He paused for a second, then said, "You know, I know a friend of yours. You're Bill, right?" "That's right," Bill said. "Who do you know?" "Well, look out there," said Steve, pointing out on the dance floor.
They both looked. Just then, Jeff turned and notice the two of them standing just off the dance floor. He grinned, and flexed his muscles as hard has he could. There was a tearing sound, and for a few seconds everyone around him was staring, and enormous rips appeared in his shirt around his chest, back and biceps. Jeff stopped dancing, and strutted over to Bill and Steve. "Hi there, BEANpole." he said to Bill.
Bill was dumbfounded for a second, then recovered. "Well, I see you've been working out a bit. Hope it isn't too much for you, with those scrawny legs of yours."
"Who you calling scrawny, chicken legs?"
Both men were wearing shorts, which showed off their striated legs. They both turned to Steve and began comparing leg for leg with each other, trading insults.
"Boys, boys," Steve said. "This will never do. Besides, my legs are MUCH bigger than either of yours." He hitched up his baggy pants, which he felt tear slightly as he barely pulled them over his lower thighs. Bill and Jeff stared. Though Steve's legs weren't striated at all, they were easily five or six inches larger in circumference than either Jeff's or Bill's. The truth was, it appeared that both men had spent too much time on their upper bodies, and not enough on their legs. Jeff and Bill stared at his legs.
Steve continued, "Well, the old college roommates have been spending too much time on their upper bodies, I see. I wonder who could get their legs bigger than the other the quickest?"
"That's easy!" said Jeff. "Me! Ol' chicken legs here will never get legs like yours."
Bill wouldn't take this. "Who you keep calling chicken legs, scrawny? I bet I can get legs like that... even bigger! within 3 months."
"You're on!" said Jeff. "Who ever has the biggest legs in 3 months..." he trailed off as he couldn't think of a suitable prize.
Steve stepped in, and brought both men together, careful to avoid them feeling his new gut. He finished the sentence, "will have his body worshipped in all it's hugeness and glory by the other man." Bill and Jeff stared at Steve, then stared at each other. The masculine, tough-guy attitude both felt towards each other, also clearly helped them both hide the feelings each had for the other... particularly now that they both had huge bodies.
"Deal!" they both said simultaneously.
Two weeks later Steve's phone rang in the early afternoon. Steve had his door closed and locked, and had been spending the last few minutes rubbing his now full belly as he finished off the last few bites of the three cheeseburgers he had just purchased. He had told Jeff that he was sick with a cold and too tired to workout today.
It was Bill. "Man, I can't believe I made that bet with Jeff. I've been doing squats like crazy, and nothing seems to be working. I know the two of you are friends, but you got any advice, big man? I'll do ANYTHING to have thighs bigger than Jeff's... and yours, to tell the truth."
Steve thought about it, but only for a second. He couldn't imagine his luck. "I sure do. I'll give you the same advice I've given Jeff. Cut down on your upper body workouts for the next six weeks. And do a special set of squats. Only do one set each workout, twice a week. But do twenty reps at a weight you would normally do ten. Be sure you have a spot to help you. At first you won't believe you can even do one set. But you'll get over it."
"And that'll work?" said Bill.
"Well," admitted Steve. "That's not all. You're also going to have to change your diet. Dairy is the key, my boy. Lots and lots of dairy. Cheese, ice cream, milk... and none of that 2% stuff. Whole milk only. You should have the equivalent of 2 gallons of milk a day, in addition to what you normally eat."
"Jeez," said Bill, "I'll end up blowing up like a balloon! I can't do that!"
"You want to have those huge, massive thighs, don't you? Well, this is what works to get them. It's what I did, and I got my advice from an expert." He didn't mention that this particular workout program was what had gotten him started on his love of pizza.
"Well, okay, especially since it's only for two and a half months." Bill thanked him, and hung up.
Steve grinned. He began to imagine what that time would be like. That got him hard. Which got him hungry again. He ran out the door to his store for another pizza before Jeff came home.
Ten weeks later the morning of the contest day had arrived. Jeff stood before the full length mirror in their apartment in shorts and a big sweatshirt. He looked massive, bigger than ever. Steve smiled. Having seen the tricks he had used himself before this contest, he could see Jeff trying to hide his new found gut.
But the workout and diet had indeed worked. Jeff's thighs were massive. He measured them, and saw that he had put on over 5" on them in just 12 weeks.
"I can't believe it!" Jeff said. "It worked." Under his breath he said, "Thank god." Steve, overhearing that, smiled knowingly. "Congratulations, Jeff. Great work!" he said. "Thanks, man. I owe you!" said Jeff. He stood there admiring his thighs, though clearly also embarrassed by his new gut. He had been afraid to weigh himself in weeks.
Steve decided "Oh, don't worry about your little belly, my friend! You look great! And you'll kick Bill's ass tonight!"
"Oh, god!" Jeff said. "Tonight!" After the contest, Bill and he had set up the date they would have after the contest. The "worship" was to happen at a hotel this evening. And Bill would have to worship him like this... he began rubbing his belly absently, thinking about it. Steve noticed, and also noticed the erection which immediately occurred thereafter in Jeff's shorts.
"That's right!" Steve said. "And he'll have to worship this beautiful big body of yours!"
"Beautiful? You call this beautiful?" And Jeff stripped off his sweatshirt to reveal the 42" belly protruding from his waistline. "I've had to get larger sweats to fit my new waist!" he wailed.
Steve laughed and then smiled. "Well, I think it's beautiful. Besides, who should talk?" He stuck out his now enormous belly right at Jeff. It was at least 50" around. Steve had weighed himself regularly, and was very proud of his 400#s.
Jeff looked at Steve, really looked at him for the first time in weeks. He'd spent so much time agonizing over his money situation and his bet with Bill that he hadn't even really seen Steve's body in that time. Thank god Steve had gotten him that job as the Burger King manager when the prior manager quit. He didn't know what he was going to do. Besides, the shakes had helped him keep his dairy intake up.
Steve was huge, and proud of his huge gut. He walked straight at Jeff, and ever so carefully bounced his belly off of Jeff's. Jeff's hard on returned with full force, and Jeff looked at his roommate strangely. "That's right, you're beautiful. Your muscles are beautiful." He now leaned towards Jeff, rubbing his belly fully against Jeff's round front, and whispered into his ear, "and your gut is beautiful."
He backed away from Jeff slightly, and then, gently, began rubbing Jeff's gut. Jeff closed his eyes. A wet spot appeared in Jeff's shorts. He took Jeff's hand and placed it on Jeff's belly, and began moving in ever widening circles around his round gut. Jeff shuddered, and began rubbing his belly on his own, beginning to moan slightly. Steve bounced his way into the kitchen quickly, where a slice of pizza lay on the counter from last night's splurge by both of them, trying to keep Jeff's dairy count up. He brought it back to Jeff, who's eyes were still closed, still rubbing his belly, and who had now removed his cock from its confines in his shorts and was rubbing it as well. His moans were louder now, clearly very near the point of no return. Steve waited to strike at just the right time. Just as Jeff began to cum, Steve worked the pizza slice into Jeff's mouth. Jeff opened his eyes wide, and then immediately began taking huge bites out of the pizza, moaning louder and louder at the same time. He came, and the cum shot out of his cock, partially covering Steve's round belly, the rest shooting up to his chest and face.
Jeff collapsed onto the floor, still moaning faintly, licking his lips and gently rubbing his belly. Steve looked at him. He couldn't imagine a better sight. He slowly got down next to Jeff, and began rubbing Jeff's belly again. Jeff began to moan louder. "Jeff?" Steve asked. "Uh huh?" Jeff moaned, his eyes closed. "You still horny?" said Steve. "Oh, Yeah!" Jeff said louder. Steve paused for a second, then whispered in Jeff's ear, "You still hungry???" Jeff's eyes bugged open again, and said, "Oh, Yes! God, yes!" Steve got to his knees, and helped Jeff up. Steve said, "Then how about the two of us splitting a pizza?" Jeff whimpered, his imagination now wild, paused, then said, "Only if I get us two double cheeseburgers to go with that, and shakes to wash it down!"
Now Steve was the one to stain his shorts...
That evening, feeling better than he ever had before, Jeff went with Steve to meet Bill. They had originally planned to meet at the Pleasuredome as before, but Bill had called earlier in the day and suggested, a bit evasively, that they meet somewhere a bit less public. Perhaps the hotel room. He was bringing his two friends, Eric and Mark, with him to help judge the contest. He said that they'd helped him train for it. Jeff remembered those hot hunks from his first meeting with Bill, now over 14 months ago. He was sure different now. He wondered what Bill would look like. Now, walking into the elevator with Steve, he proudly stuck out his 43" round and full gut from the pizza, burgers and shakes... though, looking in the mirror in the elevator as the doors closed, he admitted to himself he was a bit nervous meeting Bill and his friends like this. What would they think?
More nervous as the elevator began it's ascent, he quickly put on the sweatshirt he had brought, thankful he had thought of it. It didn't completely hide this afternoon's indulgence, but it helped. He tried to suck in his gut as much as he could, though it wasn't working well.
Steve looked at him in disgust. "Jeez, man. don't worry about it." he said. Jeff replied, "Well, I might win the thigh contest, but I'm also going to win the gut contest."
Steve smiled again. "I have a secret," he said. But he wouldn't say more. Instead, he began rubbing Jeff's belly. At first Jeff resisted, but by the time the elevator reached the penthouse floor, he had closed his eyes and was rubbing it himself, moaning again. Hearing the ding of the elevator, he opened his eyes and quickly composed himself, immediately sucked in his gut again, and this time feeling a bit guilty for doing so. He began realizing that he LIKED his gut. But he still kept it sucked in.
They knocked on the hotel room door. "Come in!" they heard one of the two guys, either Mark or Eric, say. The door opened for them, and Mark ushered them in. He was wearing a huge sweatshirt as well, just like Steve and Jeff. This one, a florescent green, had a bodybuilder on it and the saying "Get Huge!" over his pecs above. The bodybuilder was jutting just a big further out than the "Get Huge!" words were.
Eric explained, "He's in the bathroom." They all waited, standing next to the bed, for Bill to come out. Eric was also wearing a sweatshirt, almost identical to Mark's. It was florescent pink, again with a bodybuilder, and said "Mass. There is no Substitute." Once again, the bodybuilder on the sweatshirt jutted out just a bit further below the huge pecs Eric sported than did the statement.
"So," Steve offered as conversation, "You boys been helping Bill train?" "You could say that," said Eric a bit reluctantly. "Yeah, especially making Bill eat right!" giggled Mark. As he giggled, Mark's gut clearly stuck out and began to bounce ever so slightly. Mark immediately noticed and sobered up quickly, sucking in his gut. A wet spot had appeared in Mark's sweatpants.
Silence reigned again for a minute. Finally, a flush was heard, and Bill said from the bathroom, "Just a sec!" The door opened, and Bill stepped out. He was as handsome as ever with his black hair, though his firm jawline was a bit hidden by what was clearly a double chin. "Let's get this over with. Then I want to get out of here." He seemed angry, but as if he was trying to hide some other emotion.
Bill was in shorts, and his legs were enormous. They weren't just enormous, though. They were fat. Everyone stared at his legs. Bill became clearly embarrassed. Jeff's cock shot up like a rocket, and he began looking over Bill more carefully.
Bill had softened... a lot. His hard body was gone. In it's place was a round man with huge, massive thighs. His pecs were round globs, sticking over what was an enormous gut. It was at least as big as Steve's... maybe bigger. Jeff's cock began to hurt it was so hard. He began to unconsciously rub his belly, and had stopped sucking in his gut.
"I win." said Bill proudly. "Now let's get out of here," he said to his friends. "Hold on just a minute, there!" said Steve, clearly savoring the moment. "We've got to measure both of you! Mark, would you do the honors?"
"Ok, fine, then I'm leaving," said Bill. His friends laughed at him in his predicament, also enjoying this. The measuring tape was brought out, and Jeff stood next to Bill, entranced by Bill's huge belly jutting out next to him. Just then , Eric admitted to Steve and Jeff, "You know, he wasn't in the bathroom to use it or anything. He was finishing the pizza we'd all ordered waiting for you." Eric was also rubbing his belly, staring back and forth at Bill and then at Steve, comparing their guts, deciding which he liked better.
"Aw, did you have to tell them that?" Bill whimpered. Then he sighed and said, "you know Steve, your diet has totally ruined my life. I just can't stop eating." As he said the word 'eating", which had been expressed almost as a sigh, a bulge appeared in his shorts and he actually almost smiled.
Jeff's hard on was raging now. He noticed himself rubbing his belly. As the measuring tape was stretched around his big thighs, he made a decision and reached down and pulled off his sweatshirt, and stuck out his big gut as far as he could. Everyone stared. Mark began rubbing his belly too, now... as well as reaching for his dick. But Steve motioned him to get down on the floor to perform the measuring. Mark couldn't stop staring at Jeff's rock-hard cock and bulging belly.
"Well, there, Bill, satisfied?" said Jeff. "The truth is I'm not much better off than you. In fact, I kinda like your new bod. And I worked so hard to get the last one to match you. Guess I'm gonna have to work extra hard again to catch up to you now!" He grinned at Bill, and moved over gently to bounce his belly off of Bill's gut. He whispered to him, their bellies fully touching "I want a gut as big as yours and Steve's, maybe bigger!"
Bill was shocked, though his rock hard dick said otherwise. Jeff started to rub Bill's belly. Bill immediately started to moan, closed his eyes and began to mumble something. Jeff couldn't understand what he was saying, but kept rubbing.
Eric, behind everyone else, who were all now staring at Jeff and Bill, said, "Aw, now you've gone and done it." Jeff looked at him. Eric's dick was out of his pants and he was jerking off while rubbing his belly, no longer sticking it in, and rather letting it jut out. "What is it?" said Jeff.
"Now we have to feed him!" said Eric with a grin. At that moment Bill's moaning works came clear, "Awwww.... Feeeeeddd.... Mmmmeeeeee.....nnnoooowwwww!!!!" He reached over to Jeff and smothered Jeff's mouth with a huge, wet kiss that didn't stop. Jeff and Bill became entangled, both beginning to moan. Jeff began to echo Bill's refrain, "Feed me! Feed me!"
Steve, quite pleased with himself and the only one with his clothes still mostly on, laughed, and said, "Looks like we need a new contest! Who can grow the biggest gut! How bout I go out for some beer and pizza and bring it back for the two of them, and the rest of us!"
"Not on your life, mister!" said Eric, who had decided he currently liked Steve's gut better than Bill's. He reached over and grabbed him and pulled Steve down to the floor next to Bill and Jeff.
Mark sat on the bed, looking at the two couples sprawled and entwined on the floor. "Guess I better order room service!" he said to himself, rubbing his belly and thinking of all the wonderful pasta, burgers, beer and desserts that they could all enjoy feeding on together tonight.
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