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Harry's Summer
| Harry watched the English countryside blur past his train window, shining brilliantly in the early Summer’s light. He could feel himself relaxing more and more with every mile that came between him and the city. He was twenty two and had just finished his final exams in his accounting and finance degree. In a few short months he would return to London, where he would spend the next thirty odd years working in an office. The thought was filling him with dread, and had been for some time. That was why he decided to leave for the summer, to do something frivolous while he still had the chance. Three weeks ago, while taking a break from cramming, he had been scrolling through summer job listings. He found an advertisement seeking someone spend the summer working in a bar in Cornwall. The advertisement showed a photo of a quaint and traditional looking pub, covered in flowers, with outdoor seating. It was walking distance from a beach, in a sleepy little village. He couldn’t imagine a nicer way to spend a few months before rejoining the rat race. He’d fired off an email and was almost surprised when his phone rang the next day. The owners of the pub, Mark and Dean, were a gay couple, in their mid to late thirties. They seemed laid back, and they wanted to be able to spend less time working over the summer, hence their advertisement. They assured Harry that the work wouldn’t be too strenuous. The bar catered for the occasional passing tourist, but mostly it was a few regulars from the locality. They lived in a flat above the bar, and they had a spare room that Harry could take. He agreed immediately, and went back to his study. Their phone call whirred through his mind as he sat on the train. He was excited about spending the summer with a settled gay couple. He’d been part of the LGBT+ society in his uni, and had tried his best to keep up with the scene gays; going out till four in the morning, going home with random guys, spending a fortune on his clothes and his hair. That whole world had always felt so superficial to him. Sure, he’d been with a tonne of men, some of them really rather beautiful, but he had never had anything like a relationship. It would be nice, seeing what that looked like. He arrived at the station, grabbed his bag, and set off on foot. The pub was ten minutes down the road. It was every bit a charming as he had dreamed it would be. As he approached the front door, he paused for a moment, closed his eyes and listened. No traffic, no car horns, no one shouting. In the distance, he could hear the waves crashing on some hidden beach. He felt all of the tension leave his body, and stepped inside. The bar was empty aside from an elderly couple in the corner eating their lunch, There were voices coming from the beer garden as well. As he set down his bag, a man stepped out of the kitchen. ‘Ahh! You must be Harry! Welcome, welcome, I’m Dean!’ Harry recognised the voice from the phone. He wasn’t quite what he’d been expecting, He had a very handsome face, with a wide smile that was gleaming at Harry. From the chin down though, he was the fattest man Harry had ever seen. His belly stretched way out in front of him, straining at the buttons of his shirt. His chest was puffed up into two heavy looking man boobs, clearly visible through his shirt. His love handles struck out to the side of his already enormous frame. His belly hung down over the waistband of his cream chinos. Despite his enormous size, he was very well dressed. He waddled over to Harry, extending his arms to pull him in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him tight into his soft and pillowy fat. Harry couldn’t help noticing how good the man smelled. ‘Good to have you here! How was your journey?’ Dean took Harry’s bag and lead him upstairs. He showed him into his room, a modest box room with a bay window from which Harry could see the ocean. He cracked open the window and a salty breeze wafted in. Harry knew he was going to be happy here. Dean then showed him the rest of the flat. The living room had a huge corner sofa, and a giant television. The kitchen was rather small, but it had a dumb waiter. Dean explained that they rarely cooked anything, and when they wanted food, they just had it sent up from the bar. The bathroom had a massive walk in shower. Dean explained that they’d had the whole place refurbished, so that it could cope with a man his size. Harry let out an awkward giggle, as the huge man patted the sides of his enormous belly. Dean offered to call down for some lunch while Harry settled in. In the living room, Harry examined a photo hung on the wall. Two young men, holding each other, wearing suits. It was a wedding photo, but neither of the men in the photo was recognisable as dean. These men were both averaged sizes. Maybe a little on the chubby side of things, but nothing like the behemoth that had greeted him downstairs. One had dark brown hair, the other, a sandy blonde. The brown hair guy was slightly taller, and smelled without showing his teeth. The blonde guy had a wide gleaming smile. It was Dean alright, but this photo couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old. How was it possible to gain that much weight in such a short space of time? He heard the door open again, and thought it must be Dean coming back up, but it wasn’t. Another enormously fat man stepped into the living room. Mark. The brown haired man from the wedding photo. He was just as big as Dean had been. He gave Harry a friendly smile, and introduced himself before Harry was once again pulled into the embrace of a huge fat man, his bony torso being enveloped in the soft, squishy mound of belly and man boob. ‘Ahh, you’ve been looking at the wedding photo! We we so young, and so skinny!’ Mark laughed. Dean came waddling back up the stairs, saying that the food would be up any minute. HE pulled Mark in for a kiss, and Harry watched in awe as their huge bellies pressed together, Marks hands resting tenderly on his husband’s love handles, Dean’s gently placed on the roll of fat at the base of his husband’s neck. Dean got them three beers from the fridge, and they collapsed on the couch while they waited, exchanging small talk. A bell rang in the kitchen, and Mark and Dean both hoisted themselves up to go collect the food from the dumb waiter. They reappeared holding a huge buffet of food. Burgers, fries, wedges, pies, mash, slices of meat. Harry felt butterflies in his stomach as he watched the two men speak the food out in front of him. ‘Dig in!’ ordered Dean. Harry smiled and told them it looked delicious as he picked up a burger and began chewing. His heart began to skip beats as he watched Mark and Dean shovel handfuls of food into their mouths, barely stopping to breath. Something about the sight of these men filling themselves full of fatty greasy food excited Harry, and he began to feel a pulsating in his groin. He was so distracted by their performance, he barely noticed how much of the food he was shoving into his own mouth. Before long, the table was empty, and all three reclined in a daze. ‘I wasn’t expecting you to be able to keep up with us Harry!’ Dean joked. ‘We’ll see if he can manage it again at dinner!’ Mark replied, and both men let out a hearty laugh. That afternoon, Mark showed Harry everything he needed to know about the bar. How the till worked, how to pour measures, how to connect a fresh Keg. It didn’t take very long, and then Harry was left to run the bar. Thankfully, it remained quiet, and Harry only poured maybe five or six pints over the whole afternoon, while Dean and Mark stayed nearby in the beer garden. The kitchen was run by two chefs; Marco and Jack. Marco was maybe forty, and handsome in a rugged way. If Harry had met him the day before, he would have described him as pretty fat, but he was having to reconsider what that meant now. Jack on the other hand was in his twenties, and just as skinny as Harry. He had dark skin, black hair, and deep brown eyes. He looked like he might be of Italian descent. He had a ferociously cute and cheeky face. Both men were extremely welcoming to Harry, and chatted to him on and of through the day. About half past six, the bar picked up a lot, as the dinner rush arrived. Harry went round seating guests, and taking their orders. Dean and Mark hopped behind the bar to serve drinks, which made the space feel a lot tighter. Harry constantly found himself pressed up against one of their huge guts or asses as he squeezed through with orders for the kitchen. The night flew by like this, until it quietened down about half past eleven. ‘Will you have a pint Harry?’ Mark shouted across the bar, pouring one for himself, Dean and Marco. Jack nipped out as soon as the kitchen closed, giving Harry a flirty wink as he left. Harry felt himself blushing as he joined the three older guys for pints. As they finished their drink, Marco went back into the kitchen to grab dinner for Harry Dean and Mark. He spread the food out on one of the larger tables, and it was just as much as he had had at lunch, if not more. ‘Right big fella’s, that’s your dinner sorted, I’m off home,’ Marco said with a wink before leaving them to their feast. Once again, Dean and Mark began shovelling the food into their mouths. Harry, having recovered from his shock over the size of his new bosses, was able to concentrate and savour the food more this time. It was all delicious. His mouth watered as he munched his way through burgers. He went through at least two bowls of beautiful salty fries, swimming in beef gravy. He took a bite out of a pie, the crust beautifully flaking into his mouth. He then scooped the creamy chicken insides out with his tongue, before devouring the rest of the crust. His favourite part of the meal though was the mash. It was creamy, buttery, and totally smooth. He went through two bowls, heaping spoonfuls of it into his mouth, feeling it easily slide down his throat and into his stomach. It was easily one of the best meals of his life. When the food was once more cleared, he reclined in his seat and put his hands on his bloated torso. ‘Marco is an amazing chef,’ he said to Dean and Mark, both also reclining, allowing the massive amounts of food to digest. ‘If you keep eating like that all summer, you’re going to end up as fat as us!’ Dean joked. All three laughed riotously at this joke, as the two men caressed their enormous tanks. Harry’s groin however, began pulsating again. Mark got them more beers from behind the bar. The cold, fizzy larger was exactly what Harry needed to ease this discomfort of having ate so much. He downed his pint, and let out an enormous belch. ‘Good lad!’ Exclaimed Dean. The three men headed upstairs to bed. That night, Harry’s mind was filled with images of Dean and Mark. Their enormous bodies pressed up against each other, as they grabbed each others fat. He imagined them in the bedroom next to him, trying to picture what their bodies looked like. He also imagined Jack. He imagined being on top of him, kissing his rosy lips, while he gave him another flirtatious wink. He had one of the best wanks of his life that night. The next morning, he awoke to the smell of fried food wafting in from the living room. Mark and Dean were already up, and the table was covered in a spread of sausages, bacon, hash browns, potato bread, and eggs. Harry’s mouth watered as he saw the meal, and Dean once again instructed him to dig in. In no time at all the three of them were sitting back, rubbing their bloated stomachs once again. There was no urgency to go to the bar, so the men sat there for the morning, chatting. They told Harry about how they had met, their wedding, the proposal. They were clearly so in love, and Harry adored seeing how they smelled at each other, and flirted with each other. The next few days were more or less the same. Harry ate huge meals with Mark and Dean for breakfast lunch and dinner. Some days after breakfast, he would walk down to the beach, go for a swim, or just lie in the sun for a bit, before going back to open the bar at one. Some days Mark and Dean hung around, other days they left Harry, Marco and Jack to run the bar. It was easy work, and Harry and Jack became increasingly close, constantly flirting with each other. About a week after he arrived, Harry arrived back in the flat having gone for a swim, He had about an hour before the bar opened, so he went in for a shower. He lifted his arms and rubbed his armpits with soap, when he noticed a slight jiggle in his chest. He lowered his arm, and pinched the little roll of fat that had developed on his chest. Without a doubt, he was growing two little man boobs on his previously totally flat chest. He moved his hands down and pinched his decidedly paunchier stomach, noticing the slight deepening of his navel. He reached behind and cupped his slightly rounder ass cheeks. He got out of the shower, and repeated his examination as he towelled off, noticing how small rolls were forming now when he sat down. He smiled to himself before going off and dressing for work. The Summer was drawing on and it was beginning to get really hot. All five men were constantly wiping the sweat off of their foreheads, and the conditions behind the counter of the bar became increasingly unbearable. That night, Mark Dean and Harry ate their enormous dinner’s as usual. Harry washed the dishes while Mark and Dean headed upstairs. When Harry followed them, he was surprised to find Dean on the couch in his Boxers. ‘Sorry mate, Mark’s gone for a shower and it’s too bloody hot,’ he said, fanning himself with a magazine. Finally, Harry got to see what his shirt was hiding. His double chin and thick neck lead down to big, strong, pudgy shoulders. His chest was massive pushing his arms out where the fat spread into his arm pits. His boobs sat plumply on top of the shelf created by his enormous stomach. His nipples had both stretched, each one seeming to be about the size of Harry’s palm. His stomach was huge, folding onto his thighs, spreading them apart. Each thigh was roughly the size of an average man. His whole body was wobbling with the action of facing himself, and Harry could see the gleam of sweat, under each tit, around the base of his belly, and under his double chin. ‘Never seen anything like this before have you?’ Dean asked with a chuckle. Harry grinned sheepishly. ‘Come on, give us a look at what our diet has done to you then!’ Harry smiled back at him, before unbuttoning his shirt. Dean looked at the newly formed fat around Harry’s midsection, and on his puffy chest, and smiled, almost with a sense of pride. ‘You’re well on your way to being one of us,’ He said, his wide grin beaming at Harry. At that moment, the for opened, and out walked Mark, completely nude, running the towel through his hair. Harry watched how his fat shifted and wobbled as he walked, each love handle lifting up and down with each step, his massive tits wobbling as he dried his head. His stomach stuck out and and came down over his penis, a deep crevice being created where the bottom of his belly met his huge thighs. ‘We’ve just been checking how fat young Harry’s getting,’ said Dean to his husband. ‘Oh yeah?’ Replied mark, dropping the towel on the floor and waddling over to Harry. He put his hand on Harry’s swollen belly and pinched his newly formed fat, before shifting his hand round to squeeze the beginning’s of Harry’s love handles. ‘A real good start,’ said Mark, smiling at him. Harry tried to catch his breath, before looking Mark straight in the eye and saying ‘My tit’s are growing too.’ Mark smiled at the boy, before moving his hand up to Harry’s chest and pinching it. Dean hoisted himself up off the sofa, and came over to feel Harry’s fattening body for himself. Harry’s heart raced as the two superchubs gently pinched and poked his soft body. Eventually, he picked up the courage to raise his hand, and gently squeeze one of Mark’s big tits. Mark beamed at him, before pulling him right up against his massive fat stomach for a kiss. Harry had kissed many, many men in the past. Not one of them had come close to this. He felt his whole body become engrossed in Marks fat. The big man was not shy at all, his chubby face pressing right against Harry’s his tongue forcefully meeting Harry’s. After a moment, He pulled back, and forcefully turned Harry around, passing him to Dean, who was waiting to squeeze the boy into his own blubber. Harry remained sandwiched between them, his mouth being invaded and explored his hands reaching for handfuls of man boob and love handle. Mark eventually pulled him into their bedroom, where Harry went down on each of them in turn, snuggling in between their fat thighs and under their overhangs in search of their buried cocks. He spent that night sleeping between the two, trapped under the weight of their fat arms, pressed up against their big pillowy bellies. This became the new routine for the three of them, gorging themselves on fatty greasy foods during the day, and exploring each other’s fattening bodies at night. Harry’s eating gained a new sense of urgency following their first passionate encounter. He wanted more than ever to keep up with the fat men as they stuffed themselves at every meal. He wanted his body to grow, and to see them beam with pride as they groped his growing fat. They both encouraged him to eat more and more at every meal, and took to providing him with extra snacks during the day. Jack continued to wink cheekily at him, as he handed him plates of food on Mark and Dean’s orders. About two weeks into this new routine, Harry took himself down to the beach for a swim after breakfast. He stepped out of the chilly water after about ten minutes, and dried himself off, before laying down in the sand. The sun felt warm on his skin, and he almost dozed off as he enjoyed the sensation of his belly lifting up and down with each breath. Before he completely dozed off though, he felt a shadow on his face. He opened his eyes, and was momentarily blinded by the light. ‘Hey big guy,’ said Jack, before throwing himself down in the sand beside him. His tshirt was tucked into the waist band of his shorts, his camel skin soaking up the sun. Harry smiled as he took in the view. Jack was fit. His torso was long, and lean, with taught ab muscles and a well defined set of pecs. Harry smiled as he compared it to his on soft and doughy torso. They chatted about the area, and how Harry was finding the job and living with Mark and Dean. ‘I see their diet’s catching on with you,’ Jack joked, poking his finger into Harry’s flabby gut. Harry laughed with Jack, but to his surprise, Jack kept his hand on his belly. The last two weeks had seen him grow even bigger. His paunch now jiggled when he walked, his tits were puffier, and beginning to hang down. He now had two defined love handles sticking out over the waistband of his shorts. Harry looked Jack in the eye. ‘Yeah, I’m turning into a fat man, just like them,’ he said, his heart racing. Jack smiled as he rubbed his hands over Harry’s belly. Using his index finger, he traced the bright purple stretch marks that had appeared either side of Harry’s substantially deeper belly button. He moved his hand up to his tits, and Harry gasped as he felt Jacks fingers circle his nipples, which had been made more sensitive by their recent growth spurt. Jack climbed on top of Harry, and slowly leaned in to kiss him. Harry lay there as Jack gently kissed each of his lips, before gently parting them with his tongue. His hands wandered up and down, squeezing and pinching his fat. They stayed like that until it was time to go to work. They walked back to the bar holding hands. From that moment on, Harry’s weight gain seemed to move up a gear. Mark and Dean were still encouraging all of the food they could into him, and the three of them were still making passionate love at night. Meanwhile, Jack also began piling more and more food into Harry, wanting to make him as fat as he possibly could before the end of the summer. Harry adored the attention, and hungrily wolfed down every morsel of food that he was handed. His belly grew and grew, until he no longer fit into any of the clothes he had bought with him, and was forced to buy new ones. His body became more and more sensitive as it grew and he delighted in Mark, Dean and Jack all taking it in turns to squeeze and rub him. Some nights, he slept between Mark and Dean, other nights, he slept in the box room, his own fat body enveloping the skinny and muscular Jack, who’s head would invariably ended up snuggled between Harry’s soft pillowy tits. The summer drew to a close, and Harry was faced with the reality that awaited him. He would return to London, and start looking for jobs. He would rejoin his college friends, who would judge him harshly for his new blubbery physique. He began to become incredibly anxious at the thought of leaving his new home. He confessed this to Jack one night in bed, as jack was fondling his new underbelly. ‘Why not stay?’ he asked. ‘I can’t stay here forever, the job was only for the summer, and besides I can’t stay in Mark and Dean’s home like this forever.’ Jack squeezed his skinny frame closer into Harry’s doughy body. ‘So come live with me.’ Harry let out a sigh, his thoughts becoming drunk at the thought of prolonging his summer fling, and continuing to be fed and fattened by this impossibly beautiful boy. ‘I can’t, I won’t have a job.’ Jack didn’t reply, he just continued to fondle Harrys fat, poking his belly, tweaking his nipples, squeezing his love handles. The next morning, he went out to breakfast as usual. Jack joined them, not partaking in their stuffing, but pushing the occasional pastry into his lovers mouth. They spent the morning lounging around, grazing on more food and watching TV. Jack and Harry went down to open the bar, while Mark and Dean headed out. Marco prepared lunch for Harry, but Mark and Dean didn’t arrive back. They didn’t arrive in till dinner time, when the three of them had their usual feast of burgers, pies, fries and mash, washed down with pints of refreshing larger. Harry cleaned up, before heading upstairs to Dean and Mark, for another fun night of exploring their huge bodies, and having them admire his. He stepped into the living room, and found them both nude, standing beside a rather industrial looking scale. ‘We went and borrowed it from a friend today. We wanted to see what our summer of gorging has done to us all,’ explained mark, grinning at Harry. Harry felt his cock stir in his shorts immediately as he stripped off his clothes. Mark stepped on the scale first. His body wobbled for a moment, as the scale creaked under his enormous weight, before settling on a figure. ‘ 35 stone, 6 pounds. You’re so close to 500 pounds!’ Dean beamed at his enormous husband. Mark stepped off the scale and pulled Dean in for a kiss, their hands grabbing each other’s mounds of fat. Dean stepped up next. ’36 stone, 4 pounds! You’re over 500!’ Mark was so proud looking at his superchub. Dean was beaming for ear to ear, proudly patting his enormous belly. Mark pulled him in for another deep kiss, their fat bodies mashing together. ‘You’re up big guy,’ said Mark, patting Harry’s big round ball gut. He stepped up on the scale, the metal feeling cold under his feet. His heart raced and he felt butterflies in his stomach. He felt his ball gut tingle, and his nipples shrivel up, with anticipation, as he stood their, completely naked, watched by two of the most beautiful men he has ever seen, waiting to discover how fat they had managed to make him. ’19 stone, 5 points,’ Mark cheered, coming over and pulling Harry into a hug. He gasped at the realisation, he’d gained over six stone through his constant gorging this summer. He had been completely transformed from a skinny Twink into a proper Chub, and there was no going hack. He felt the warm embrace of Mark and Dean’s fat rolls, pressing against him, knowing that this is what the future held for him, and his cock began to pulsate at the thought of growing into an unrecognisable superchub, just like they had. Dean went into the kitchen, and returned with three tubs of chocolate ice cream, to celebrate their collective achievements that summer. They all sat on the couch and dug in, three fat men, each with big bellies sitting on their thighs, being filled with beautiful, fattening ice cream. Dean turned to Harry between mouthfuls. ‘Jack spoke to us this morning. He’s head over heals about you.’ Harry stared into his tub of ice cream. ‘I know. I don’t want to leave him.’ Mark leaned over to wards him, his belly becoming compressed by the action. ‘So don’t,’ he said. ‘Stay with him, keep working in the bar. We can afford it, and besides, we want to see the return in our investment.’ ‘Yeah,’ Dean joined in. ‘What use is a superchub to us in London? We want you to keep fattening up here, so we can keep playing with you.’ He gave Harry a miscevious grin as he shovelled more ice cream into his mouth. ‘Just think how big we can make you by New Years.’ The next day, Harry moved into Jack’s apartment. It was a small one bedroom place. It was very cozy, and Harry was over the moon to be moving in with a boyfriend for the first time in his life. Jack couldn’t stop smiling, nor could he keep his hands off hie boyfriends big soft belly. While it was fine for the moment, they both knew that in time, they would need a new bed, capable of holding much more weight. The bathroom would need renovating too, to allow for a superchub to navigate it accompanied by his skinny feeder boyfriend. They continued working in the bar, and they continued to spend nights with Mark and Dean, the three men enjoying each other’s massive bodies, and Jack attending to them each in turn. Marco continued to cook enormous meals for them, and his own body grew slowly. Mark and Dean seemed to peak around the size they were at the end of the summer, all the calories they could consuming going towards fuelling their already massively fat bodies. Harry though continued to fatten at an enormously fast rate, spurred on by his friends and his boyfriend. His belly began to push his thighs apart, his tits grew bigger and bigger, and his nipples stretched, and his love handles grew and grew until they joined and formed one enormous roll of fat stretching right around his back. By the end of the following summer, Harry was almost as big as Mark and Dean. Source: https://www.tumblr.com/wanttofeed/719154153065152512/harrys-summer?source=share | |
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