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Bad Habits: A Taste of His Love | Part 2
Published: July 26th 2019, 1:08:18 pm
[Content Warning: This story will include SSBHM weight gain, queer sex, messy eating, drug use, romanticizing abusive relationships, immobility, and extreme obesity related health issues.]
Bad Habits
Chapter 2: A Taste of His Love
It had been a few weeks since Dylan flirted with and groped Oliver as he was leaving. Oliver never brought it up, but the pair started to hang out with each other more. Their time apart dwindled until they started seeing each other daily, which became easier as Josh moved out to attend college several states over in the middle of August. Josh’s absence made Dylan and Oliver’s get togethers less suspicious.
Granted, if Josh had asked Oliver about why he is spending so much time with Dylan it wouldn’t have mattered; they weren’t dating or hooking up.
Oliver was a little discouraged that Dylan hadn’t made many more moves on him. Poor Oliver was feeling unattractive and began to think maybe Dylan didn’t want him because he was getting a little chubby. Guys don’t make passes at fat asses.
Even if there was nothing romantic happening between them, Dylan insisted on inviting Oliver around most days. They would chat and smoke weed regularly. After each session came more and more food. More food meant that more fat accumulated on Oliver’s waistline, but his gluttony could not be stopped.
Oliver’s parents wanted to get him started living on his own and paid for an apartment downtown. The intent was for Oliver to have a trial run of more responsibility, but his apartment quickly replaced the bleachers; Oliver stopped running track altogether. Food and weed clouded his mind. Day after day Dylan would coax Oliver with weed and butter burgers. Oliver wasn’t just getting fat; he was getting obese.
In about a month he had gained around 20 pounds. It was an alarming amount for only 30 days and almost seemed unrealistic. His belly was extended and soft rolls began to form, which pushed out whenever he sat down. He was short, making his belly even more noticable and the accumulated fat popped with red stretch marks. Oliver knew he had a weight problem, but being with Dylan it didn’t matter. He knew he was getting bigger but he was in denial about just how big he was getting; Oliver became a solid 200 pounds.
Dylan knows it is time to make his move; he has Oliver right where he wants him. They sit down on the couch with a bag of the butter burgers that Oliver has become addicted to stuffing in his gut. Dylan pokes Oliver’s rotund stomach.
“Hey! Stop! It’s not that bad is it?”
“Dude, you’ve really blimped over the past month and a half.”
Oliver shoves another burger into his mouth and mumbles “I can stop at any time!” He burps and adds “I’ll just start going to the gym or something. Maybe I will start running again.”
A smile curls on Dylan’s face. “Don’t” he says, “it looks good on you.”
“W-what?”
“I like a guy with a big fat ass, or should I say who is just a big fat ass.” The comment makes Oliver blush. His weight is slightly concerning, but could it be possible Dylan wants to be with him? Even with all this extra weight cushioning his body? What does a muscle stud like Dylan want with a fat cushion like him?
“Listen, I feel close to you after this past month. Our friendship has grown...kind of like your gut, actually. You’re getting pretty cute. I also see the way you look at me and these biceps. I’m into you and I know you are into me. Let’s just make this happen already.”
Oliver nearly chokes on the burger. “W-what? Are you really into big guys or are you just saying that? Well, I mean I’m not that big, but hypothetically speaking.”
“I don’t know how to make it any more clear,” Dylan says grabbing Oliver’s belly. He runs his fingers over Oliver’s belly fat in small circles. He growls “you know you like it. Just give in. Let me take care of you. C’mon tubby, enjoy yourself.”
Oliver moans in response to Dylan’s call; this feeling is new. Dylan is being direct about Oliver’s bloated body; he feels slightly nauseous and his heart races. It is the feeling of both anxiety and raw sexuality rushing through his bloated body. He is really into Dylan and he might do anything in the heat of passion for his first crush despite the discomfort with his fatter body.
Dylan leans in and kisses Oliver with passion wanting his romantic intentions to be known; his love for a fatter Oliver is real. He knows all too often people of size are led on for the fun of it: guys are too ashamed to be seen with big men in public, or fatties are harassed for trying to find love and sex. Oliver blushes and lets it happen as his heart leaps Dylan pushes harder causing Oliver to moan as he starts kissing Dylan back. Their kiss breaks. “I’ve got a treat for you,” slips Dylan’s lips.
Dylan leaves the room for two whole minutes, but it feels like an eternity. Oliver’s heart is leaping until Dylan comes back with a round 12 inch chocolate cake. “I don’t want to pressure you into doing this, but, uh, I brought dessert and I was hoping you’d let me feed it to you. If you just give me a chance to try this together and you don’t like it we never have to do it again” pleads Dylan.After a moment of silence, Oliver hesitantly accepts Dylan’s offer. Who could refuse cake?
Oliver opens his mouth wide thinking that Dylan will use a fork. Instead, his mouth is met with Dylan’s fist full of cake. Dylan shoves it in Oliver’s mouth and he eats. Dylan goes for another fist full of cake and gets more forceful with putting it in Oliver’s face. For Oliver this is dirty. This is wrong! This is exciting!
Crumbs fall from Oliver’s mouth like an avalanche while Dylan keeps going and pushes his frosting laced fingers in Oliver’s mouth; Oliver sucks Dylan’s fingers. This repeats for a few more cycles until the cake is gone. Dylan takes the remains of the icing from the plate and traces the word “pig” in icing on Oliver’s bloated belly.
Dylan has the most amazingly sculpted body to Oliver, there was something erotic to him about watching the 18 inch biceps extend with fist fulls of cake pushing into Oliver’s greedy mouth. He feels so fat when he compares his expanding tits to Dylan’s pecs. Dylan is also modestly endowed with a thick and cut 7 inch member throbbing into Oliver’s thigh. Oliver looks at Dylan with bedroom eyes, his face and chest painted with chocolate. Oliver burps and shyly asks “c-can I get you off?”Dylan grins and nods giving Oliver his consent.
Dylan moves off Oliver and sits on his knees while Oliver rolls over on all fours and faces Dylan. Oliver buries his nose into Dylan’s big balls and inhales heavily.
Mischievously, Dylan finds the opportunity to take the left over cake icing from the bottom of the container and rubs the cake along his length like lube.
The thick ex-jock licks up and down his lover’s shaft making sure to taste the addicting frosting. Dylan thinks Oliver looks so cute with chocolate cake crumbs and icing all over his face, desperate for more icing and his cock. Oliver moans before placing his mouth over Dylan’s penis and deep throats him. Fuck. Dylan played the long game just for this sexy hunk of fat. Oliver picks up the pace while cupping Dylan’s balls. Dylan moans with a stupid look on his face. After several minutes there isn’t any cake frosting on his cock, instead small dribbles of pre-cum. Dylan pull’s Oliver’s head off his cock. Fat boys give the best head, thinks Dylan, but he knows exactly what he wants. Oliver’s growing ass is his to take.
“What’s wrong?” whimpers Oliver.
“It’s fine—you’re fine! You’re better than fine, actually. I’ve just been watching your ass expand recently. I’ve jerked off to it so many times. I want to see if your hole is as greedy as your mouth,” whispers Dylan seductively.
Oliver grunts sexually as he turns around presenting two globes to Dylan. Dylan opens the night stand and pulls out a red condom and a bottle of water-based lube. It takes mere seconds for Dylan to open the condom and place it on his throbbing member. He takes the lube and runs it up and down his protected cock before gently inserting a finger into Oliver’s hole. Oliver moans like a bitch and shuts his eyes tightly.
Dylan wants to take his time and savor the moment, but he’s also so excited that he is close to coming from just looking at Oliver. He slaps Oliver’s ass causing it to jiggle like jello. He imagines what it would be like if Oliver was 300 pounds, his cheeks moving in waves and rippling through his cellulite. Fuck. Oliver needs to get fucking bigger.
Without hesitation Dylan pushes his throbbing cock inch by inch into Oliver’s fat, tight ass. They moan in unison. The right muscle walls close and squeeze around Dylan’s thick member. He thinks about how much of a pig Oliver is becoming and is on edge again. He takes a deep breath trying to cool down. Their hearts are racing as Dylan bucks his hips slowly trying not to explode so quickly. He’s waiting too long for this, Goddamn it.
“Just to be clear, I love this. I want more,” pants Dylan as he leans forward and grabs Oliver’s hanging belly folds while taking him from behind.
“D-daddy,” moans Oliver. They both freeze mid thrust. Oliver’s eyes fling open with embarrassment. The only noise that can be heard are the two active heart beats from the lovers. Oliver feels fortunate that Dylan can’t look him in the eyes at the moment.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say-“ Oliver tries to apologize.
He feels the thrusting start again and is confused before Dylan demands “call me that again, fat fuck!”
Oliver moans out again feeling the pressure from Dylan’s member thrusting in and out of his tight hole.
“F-fuck. D-daddy!” escapes Oliver’s lips.
“Daddy is going to make you so fucking fat,” thrusts Dylan.
“Make me fatter daddy,” blushes Oliver.
Dylan clenches his teeth and thrusts. He grabs Oliver’s belly harder and growls “You think I’m going to stop at 400 pounds, tubbo? You’re mine now. 600 wont even be enough. I’ll make you regret it. Gain for your daddy.”It’s enough to send them both over the edge; they both have the most intense orgasms of their lives. Dylan cums heavily into the condom. Somehow, Oliver cums in his growing paunch and the bed sheets without even touching himself a completely new experience for him. They collapse, panting heavily. Dylan pulls out and disposed of the used condom.
“That was the most freaky sex I’ve ever had, which is saying a lot for a party boy,” pants Dylan awkwardly as they both reposition themselves on their backs.
Oliver replies “that was a little weird. It was very intense, but I think I liked it. It’s similar to how I imagined it with you when we were both in high school.”
Dylan grins and teases “I wish I had known you wanted that in high school. You’ve always been cute and now I have something extra to snuggle. Glad you had dreams of me feeding you like that though.”
“Hey, I said it was like how I imagined it. It never had food play and it certainly didn’t have me blowing up like a balloon for a guy I called daddy. I mean, I don’t want to be that fat if I’m being honest. 600 pounds? That’s really scary. That being said, some primal part of me loved it more than I should have. I’d be willing to do it again as long as you keep doing that and you let me lose weight when I think it’s gotten too out of control. Just...my god, you were an animal...Daddy,” glows Oliver.
“I’ve never been too serious about settling down, but I care about you enough to know that I want to be with you romantically, skinny or fat or even morbidly obese. Would you perhaps want to be my boyfriend?” asks Dylan.
“I want nothing more than to be your boyfriend,” replies Oliver after several seconds realizing that his dream man wants to be with him no matter how he looks.
Dylan grins at Oliver and kisses him on the forehead.There is a twinkle in Dylan’s eyes and he knows what will continue to make the evening the best of their lives. “Wanna get high?” asks Dylan as he pulls out his phone ready to order some butter burgers on Uber eats before lighting up.