I remember seeing him in class last semester. He had caught my eye even then. He had been a perky, happy guy that sat in front of me in Music Appreciation. He had shiny jet black hair that was straight and thick, and he had this habit of sweeping it off of his shoulder and brushing ever so gently against his ear. He was almost petite, about 5'8 and maybe 140 pounds. I thought he was really gorgeous, and I being an unattached male, had my eye on his. The only thing that bothered me was that he was too skinny for my tastes. I liked men that were kinda thick, kinda soft in the middle. He was almost model-perfect, with beautiful white teeth and a deep dark tan.

What I had been really attracted to was his laugh. It was the kind of laugh that only people who truly enjoyed life could make. It was his laugh, and the natural grace that seemed to surround him. He was so beautiful that I never once thought of actually asking his out. After all, someone like his must have a date every night of the week. So I chickened out, and I hadn't seen him since.

That's why I was so surprised to see him in my class. I knew it was him. The moment I walked in, my hands started to shake, my heart raced. Only something was different about him. He seemed to have put on a few pounds, and his jeans showed the swelling of his love handles. His face was a little fuller and a little softer, and I quickly took a seat behind him, just slightly to the right.

I was very excited, because he looked so much better with the extra pounds. I say he might have gained 10, and he had a cute little tummy. Wow, he must have been partying hard over the summer. It was a change for the better, I thought.

As the year wore on, I noticed that he was filling out more. I noticed his rear end was starting to get pretty tight in his jeans, and before long, he bought some baggier stuff. That was a disappointment, but I realized that he was starting to get fat. I couldn't help but stare at him in class, because he was so beautiful. I won't lie-- I was so turned on by his plumping up. I think he noticed me staring at him, and one day he waited for me after class.

"Hi, how are ya doin'?" he asked me, and smiled at me. I could see the plumpness in his face, and he was wearing his old shorts that he was starting to get a little too big for. The seams stretched at the sides, and his belly was beginning to become a slight bulge. His thighs were bigger too, he had always had big legs. I struggled for something to say,

"Hey, OK." I was trying to keep my voice from wavering.

"I was wondering if you knew what chapters we were supposed to read?" He smiled, his eyes bright and full of mischief.

"Uh, 5, 6, and 7 I think."

"Are you busy right now?" I felt my stomach doing flip-flops.

"No," I said, maybe a little to hurriedly. He smiled, and I smiled back.

"It's just that I missed class last time and I was wondering if you would walk with me over to the library so I can copy your notes." He cocked his head to one side, sweeping his hair off of his shoulder.

"Sure, absolutely." I was trying not to explode,

We walked together and I noticed how tight his shorts were fitting his. It was as if they had been painted on: He was at least fifteen pounds too fat to wear them, the rear seam going up his plump behind and separating each cheek. I loved to watch him walk in them.

His name was Kenny. We talked about class, issues that we had been discussing in class. He was very articulate in his views, and I immediately liked that about him. I sensed that he wasn't just making small talk, but more like feeling me out.

We got to the copier, and I handed him my notes. Kenny took them from me, but they slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor. He bent over to pick them up hurriedly and I heard an unmistakable rip. Sure enough, his shorts had ripped and he rose back up as if he had been shot. His face was filled with a look of embarrassment. There was a long rip which perfectly followed the bottom curve of his right butt cheek, and a little crescent of black jockeys showed from underneath. His hand rose to his red soft lips in dismay as he looked down on the floor to find the button of his shorts. Quickly he bent over, squatting down to pick up the button, not realizing that he had made the rip in his jeans a lot bigger. There was a whole lot of plump ass hanging out now, both jockeys and skin. I was getting very aroused.

Quickly, I looked around to see that nobody was watching. I stepped right behind him, covering the almost hand-sized rip in his tight shorts. "OK, walk to the door. I'm right behind you." I was trying not to touch him as we walked out, him directly in front of me. I was getting very hard, watching his slightly chunky ass jiggling, his too-tight jockeys stretching hard against his newfound plumpness. He walked quickly, and I kept pace until he came to an abrupt halt.

"Your notes!" he exclaimed, while I ran straight into his chubby ass. I was so embarrassed, because I was really hard, and I knew that he had to have felt it. Nonetheless, I wasn't sorry about it,

"I'll come back and get them. We need to get you into your car so you can change." We walked all the way out to the parking lot and to his car without a hitch.

"Hey, we make a great team." I said to him once he got into his car. His little belly hung over the top of his shorts, and he quickly fixed his shirt to cover up his tiny belly roll.

"I hate this! You've been so nice," he frowned, but he was still gorgeous. I loved the dimples in his cheeks.

"OK, OK, what now?"

"Well, I live upstairs, and I have to go up those stairs, and everyone will see me..." he kinda trailed off, rolling his eyes. "Would you please help one more time?" When he looked at me like that with his dark brown I eyes I couldn't say no.

We drove over to his apartment, and I took note of how big his legs had gotten. I must have guessed wrong; now that I was as close as I was (and having slammed into his soft ass) I thought that he must have put on 20 pounds since the first time I saw him.

We walked up the stairs, and I got a good eye-level view of his chunky butt. He had this cute little wiggle in his step that caused his ass to shake in a most provocative manner.

Once we were inside, he scurried back to his bedroom.

"Have a seat," he yelled at me as he changed. I took a seat, looking at the various pictures that were on his mantle piece. A few pictures of him when he was thinner, a picture with a guy when he was skinny, another picture of him when he was a kid. I was surprised--he was really chubby, just short of being a fat guy. Nothing wrong with that, I thought to myself.

He came back in, catching me with the picture in my hand. He was wearing boxer shorts and an almost too small T-shirt. The shorts were baggy, but they defined the curve of his hips quite nicely.

"Just looking at some pictures," I said to him. Kenny bounced over quickly like a little guy.

"Oh, I like that picture," he said, and I noticed that his smile in the picture and the one he wore now were the same. I put the picture down.

"Sit down, I want to tell you something," he said to me, patting the sofa next to where he had thrown himself. I sat next to him.

"I want to thank you for what you did. That was really nice of you. Most guys probably would have laughed at me, but you helped me. That's just so embarrassing. I mean, I know I've put on a little weight recently but I didn't realize that I was starting to get fat."

"I think you look beautiful just the way you are. In fact, I am attracted to bigger guys of all sizes," I said, laying it on the line. His face changed, and for a minute I didn't know what he was going to do. Suddenly, like clouds breaking and the sun coming through, he smiled.

"Wow, I can't believe that. That is so amazing. That's really sweet of you."

"No, no, I mean it. I really like chubby men. I mean I REALLY like chubby men." he nodded, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

"I know. I knew that when you ran into to me," he said breathing hard. He laughed and continued.

"You know what's the pits? I just got dumped by my boyfriend because he says I'm starting to get too fat. I know I've been pigging out lately, and I can't fit into a lot of my clothes, but I don't think I'm fat, do you?"

"Fat? No. At least, not yet," I said, winking at him. I could feel myself getting very horny.

"I've always wanted to get fat. I used to be fat as a kid, but I lost all the weight and its been an everyday struggle since. Lately, I've just allowed myself to feed my cravings, to snack at will. I have to admit, I like my rounder shape--especially the belly!" he slapped it a few times and grinned. His pecs were considerably larger, and they hovered tantalizingly in front of me. He laughed, knowing that this was torture for me.

"I've noticed that you were getting bigger. Especially at the start of the semester. I have to say that it really turned me on. I love it when beautiful men get fat." I could feel my face burning as I told these things to his, things I had never told another.

"I guess I'm, well, on my way! I like how soft I'm getting. Especially my belly! And I just love to make it full. Would you like to help plump me up?" I thought I was going to lose my mind.

"Of course!"

We made it to the bedroom, shedding articles of clothing all the way. I grabbed a full half-gallon of ice cream and brought to bed. His belly was soft and plump, but not quite big enough to get a good jiggle out of it. I pinched his to see how fat he was, and I could grab just over an inch. He was definitely prime material for fattening up, and it excited me very much.

First I spread a little on his belly, and he laughed with the coldness of it and the action of my tongue and the gentle scraping of my teeth against his soft plumpness. It felt really good, and I couldn't believe that I was actually here, with Kenny, living out my fantasy of plumping him up.

He was willing, eating the entire half-gallon of ice cream before I thought possible. He laughed at my astonishment.

"How do you think I got this chubby, dude," he said as I licked some of the ice cream off of his just-forming double chin. I rubbed his belly and it felt tight, yet he wanted more.

"Feed me," he moaned, and I ran to the kitchen to get him some more.