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Bad Habits | Chapter 3 | Motivation
Published: August 23rd 2019, 9:28:59 pm
Bad Habits
Chapter 3: Motivation
One look in the mirror is telling. His jaw drops as he witnesses the changes his body has gone through in the past few months. Dylan switched jobs and got hired at a gym as an assistant to the main trainer. Since working there Dylan only managed to pack on more muscle in his biceps and pecs.
Oliver, on the other hand, doesn’t recognize himself. He consumes enough food to gain 3 pounds a week. He smokes weed several days each week and barely leaves his apartment. He eats when he's bored while Dylan is at work. In a total of 4 months Oliver has packed on close to 50 pounds. It is much more than either of them could have imagined, but the more Oliver packs on the more adventurous their sex life becomes and their fun physically manifests on his body.
He pouts at his reflection, praying he is looking at a fun house mirror. His hair is unkempt and he is growing a beard. He wishes those were the only changes.The beard is the only thing that obscures his double chin.
As Oliver gets bigger his body morphs more and more into a glorious pear shape. The thick layer of paunch droops downward while his ass fills out, cellulite forming on the mounds as they expand west to east and wrap around his child bearing hips. These days his body looks like a candle that slowly melts and drips downward. His pale skin is tight and scarred with stretch marks like little red flares, begging for help.
The fat in his chest grows faster as well. His breasts are much larger, something neither of them expected given how skinny Oliver was just a few months ago. On top sit two perky nipples. He wonders what size of bra fit him best. Probably a C cup, he decides.
His body bursts out of his shirt. He knows it’s time to go up a size, but Dylan will make a big deal about it again. He tries to pull the shirt down to cover his belly as Dylan walks into the room. They lock eyes in the reflection while Dylan grins deviously watching his fat boyfriend turn several shades of red like his blushes were a flip book.
“Isn’t that shirt only a month old? Just look, you’re getting so fat,” coos Dylan as he walks closer.
Oliver blushes. He doesn’t want to correct him that the shirt was actually only three weeks old. He knows the weight is coming on fast; they are overdoing the feeding sessions. It doesn’t help that Oliver melts to everything Dylan says and does on top of smoking, eating, and being sedentary. He was eating more than he ever did as a track star, which was already three times the recommended calories for his age. He spent his four years of high school worrying about his appearance. It felt good to let go every night, but every morning regret washes over him.
Dylan walks behind him pushing his body against Dylan. He puts his left hand under Oliver’s gut and squeezes as his right hand wraps around one of Oliver’s plushy breasts. Oliver let’s our a slight moan as Dylan squeezes and nibbles on his ear.
“You’ve got fucking hot tits, big boy,” purrs Dylan.
“Uh. I-oh...M-maybe we could spend more time together doing something that doesn’t involve smoking pot and eating. I love doing those things, but I’m gaining weight very quickly. I know you like it. I hate to admit it, but I’m starting to like it too. I’m just thinking maybe I could slow down and go to the gym with you,” suggests Oliver.
Dylan snorts. “I work for the gym. I do work out there too, but I really don’t think that’s the right decision. It just seems inappropriate for us to take you on as a client.”
“You have a pass that allows you to bring a guest. It’s not inappropriate.”
“Sweetie, you’re not going to like it. You would be absolutely miserable. You’ve really slowed down your walking speed these past few months. You’d be so out of breath and red in the face. You’d beg me to bring you home. You’d be much more comfy in bed with a tub of ice cream watching The Office.”
Oliver becomes silent, pondering Dylan’s arguments. He hates to admit the validity of the accusations, but he is still a little angry Dylan won’t let him try. He feels like he has to do something before his weight becomes a huge issue.
“Ollie pop. Please don’t be mad at me.”
They stand in silence for fifteen seconds. Dylan continues “You already get to look at this fit stud and our bedroom is kind of like a gym the way we use it. I’ll make you a promise. If you start drinking these gainer shakes and work out using my home equipment for a month, enjoy it, and gain muscle mass I will bring you to the gym every single day.”
Oliver asks, “Why are you like this?”
“When I was nine I was abducted by aliens and now I have a microchip in my brain that takes over when I see a fat guy. They are probably watching us right now and making me fatten you up so they can eat you,” laughs Dylan.
“Shut up. I’m being serious,” says Oliver as he crosses his arms.
“Ollie, I don’t know. I’ve just always loved larger guys. I love grabbing bellies and tits and ass. The bigger the better.”
“How big is too big?”
“I just said bigger is better. Listen, I love guys like you at your current size. I also love superchubs. You can’t get too big for me. When I was younger I checked out the Guinness Book of World Records over and over again to see the world’s fattest man. I’m pretty sure when I returned the book the pages were hard and stuck together.”
Oliver laughs, half-alarmed, not expecting that answer, but a librarian getting a cum-dried book is comical. He turns around to face Dylan.
“You can stop any time you want. I won’t say no, or at least I won’t completely. I’m just asking you to think long and hard if weight loss is really what you want. When we are making love you really seem to get into the fat fetish stuff. Is it really because you personally hate it or do you really want to lose weight because you’re embarrassed that you’re not supposed to want to get fat? Especially not this fat. Only lose weight for you, not because of what someone else wants and only gain weight because I tell you to do it, son,” concludes Dylan winking at his lover.
“That’s kinda really sweet of you, dork,” chuckles Oliver. Dylan grabs Dylan’s chubby face and tugs him into a long kiss.
“Dilly, I will think about it, but if I want to try it do you really mean what you say about letting me work out? Will you really let me go to the gym if that’s what I want? Can we go get some powder for those shakes? I want to prove to you I’m motivated.”
“Sure. I love you whether you’re back at your starting weight or if you put on 1,000 pounds. I just want you and for you to be happy with who you are and being with me. Let’s get you some new clothes and some powder if that’s what you want. I’ll grab my keys and meet you in the car, cute stuff.”
Thirty minutes later the couple make it to the store. The store is a big-box retail corporation so they can get everything they need in one store. Dylan wants to make sure Oliver loses as few calories as possible instead of dragging him through multiple stores. Logically clothes is where they want to start so any frozen or dairy products are the last things to get.
Oliver finds himself at a wall of pants. He pulls a couple of pairs of jeans off the shelves in different sizes. Dylan is on shirt duty and wants to find something cute for Oliver to wear, granted there probably isn’t anything cute at this mega store and Dylan’s idea of cute is misconstrued. The deal is to meet at the dressing room to get the shopping done as fast as possible. They both select several articles of clothing.
Dylan hands Oliver two shirts and three pairs of pants over the dressing room’s door. He tries them on, realizing he’s going up another size, but at least these clothes fit for now. “I’ve got one more shirt for you to try,” grins Dylan handing it to Oliver over the door.
Oliver changes into the shirt quickly without realizing what Dylan handed him. Only until he feels the shirt straining does he understand. Dylan hears Oliver huff and suck in his gut before yelling “You really enjoy doing this to me, don’t you?”
“I’m not sure what you mean. I’m just trying to help bring you clothes that would look really cute on you. Put a pair of pants on and the white shirt.”
“Please don’t make me do this. Anything but this,” whines Oliver.
“Ollie, please come on out. Then, we can get your protein powder and some healthy snacks. I’ll put the clothes you want in the top of the cart.”
Oliver slowly opens the dressing room door. He tries to hide on the inside of the door’s side, cracking it enough to peek his head through. He quickly pulls Dylan in to the small space, refusing to show any other customers the way he looks with the clothes his boyfriend picked out..
“What the fuck is this?” fumes Oliver.
“It’s totally cute on you,” grins Dylan while he looks Oliver up and down. Dylan knows exactly what he is doing. The shirt on Oliver’s body only goes down to his diaphragm. It is clearly meant for a skinny girl. The front of the shirt has a fat cartoon bear with chocolate bars in both hands while crushing a rainbow under its weight.
“I’m not wearing this,” protests Oliver.
“If you wear that shirt I won’t be able to keep my hands off you. It’s a perfect representation of you. A queer bear with an addiction to junk food.”
Oliver gets flustered evident by his heart beating faster and his face turning red. He mumbles unintelligible words. Dylan loves seeing his boyfriend humiliated and hot. “Seeing your belly rolls hang out of that shirt is fuckin’ sexy. It almost makes me want to fuck you right here,” he whispers while rubbing his hands over Oliver’s belly. The grabs a portion of it revealing that it sags over his pants.
“S-stop. We’re going to get caught,” moans Oliver softly trying to keep quiet.
“Fine. I guess you get to eat for me tonight then.”
Oliver changes shirts back into the one he arrived to the store in and walks out of the dressing room. Dylan follows. “You do that anyway, Dylan. You’re always so horny for all of this. It’s just...” he hesitates. “We’re out in public.”
“Unf. Too bad you don’t want to fuck in the dressing room, my beautiful prince. Look at that stud over there! I bet he’d like to have some fun with me,” interrupts Dylan.
“Oh, that gym bunny over there carrying a basket full of carrots and celery?” quizzes Oliver.
“No. The big one over there,” Dylan points toward a mobile wall of flesh.
Oliver blushes, seeing a morbidly obese man riding a ruby-red mobility scooter with a basket attached. By the looks of it the basket is filled with snack cakes, Oreos, and brownie mix. The nutritionally-void junk is an indicator of how he got so huge.
The man is wearing a tank top stained with greasy sweat. Bat wing arms hang out from the holes and the tank top rides up over his belly button. Slabs of drooping flesh are exposed, traveling beneath the knees. His overgrown love handles spill out of the sides of the scooter. The pair can’t see anything that resembles a seat. There is just too much blubber in the way.
The man tightly grips the handlebars of his device causing his arm fat to extend and wobble like gelatin filled water balloons. He moves forward and the start of the engine causes his tits to move in waves in his ill fitting tank top. Dylan stares in excitement while Oliver stares with shock. Eventually Oliver stops and tries to get Dylan’s attention.
“Stop looking!” Oliver scolds his boyfriend.
“Why?”
“Because he deserves respect, Dylan. Not every person of size wants to be your fetish.”
“You’re just jealous because I might have a wandering eye for a sexy mountain of fat man. Don’t worry, I’m yours and one day that will be you. You’re my fetish.”
Dylan’s response makes Oliver sick to his stomach. He blushes and replies “I hope not. If I get that big just put me down.”
“What? Why? That’s a bit dramatic, especially after you told me to respect his dignity. What’s wrong with him, Ollie pop?”
“I-I just don’t want to be that big. Look at him. He’s doing his shopping on a scooter. If I ended up like him or even bigger we’d both be miserable. You would end up being my caregiver. It would be real sacrifice to our quality of life,” says Oliver shyly.
“Speak for yourself. My quality of life would be really fantastic if you were bigger,” Dylan laughs shyly trying to play his words off as a joke even if the thought of an immobile Oliver turns him on.
He continues “Let’s be honest here though. The title of caregiver is sweet and implies that you’d be seen as human. I prefer caretaker over caregiver because it sounds like I’m having to take care of a man the size of a house,” jokes Dylan.
Oliver ignores his boyfriend. They have plenty of other things to shop for, but they are both clearly fixated on the man rolling through the store. Oliver pushes his thoughts to the back of his mind and takes the cart. Dylan follows Oliver throughout the store.
Dylan smiles through the whole trip because every time Oliver stops to pick up something from the shelves the item is fattening. When they get to the protein powder Oliver puts two giant five pound containers of Serious Mass in the cart. The cart fills quickly with Oliver throwing in whatever he wants. Oliver has two final items on his list that he wants: frozen pie and soda.
Oliver is closest to the soda aisle. He figures he can get his soda in aisle 11 and then the pie in aisle 12 before heading to the checkout lanes with Dylan. Oliver pushes his cart to the outside space of aisle 11 and then turns in to get his soda. Then, he notices the man in the scooter from earlier.
“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath.
Dylan is once again excited to see the morbidly obese man loading his cart with food and drink that will send him to an early grave. Oliver notices details about the man he didn’t notice when Dylan first pointed him out.
He looks even bigger up close. The man’s face is handsome to Oliver despite all of the flesh. His facial features are round and boyish: clean shaven, rosy cheeks, and two soft chins. Oliver estimates that he is probably in his early thirties. The man’s face is often overlooked because of his whale-like girth. The pale fat that hangs off the sides of the scooter takes up almost half the aisle. If there were two of him side by side they’d be grazing the shelves as well as each other’s fat as they passed one another.
Oliver continues to walk past the man trying not to be noticed. Dylan grins knowingly, but behaves himself and instead grabs several 12-packs of soda to bring back to their cart. The scooter bound lard ball doesn’t even notice; he’s too consumed with his sugary mission. The motor of the electric scooter moves the device forward and whines as it struggles to move forward. The man stops the scooter halfway through the aisle once he finds the brand of soda he thinks he wants.
Oliver blushes and walks down the aisle. He tells himself to not look back. He will definitely get caught staring. He feels as if he is missing an important opportunity, but his values remain strong. He’s got to prove he isn’t a jackass like his cute boyfriend. Oliver is confused about why he is so infatuated with someone he was afraid of becoming not even thirty minutes earlier. He motions to Dylan to follow him to the next aisle.
Dylan and Oliver make it to the end of the aisle to turn a corner to the next aisle for frozen pies. Oliver leads ahead with the cart and turns the corner. Before Dylan makes it around the bend they both hear a plethora of crashing and banging noises. The sounds echo through the grocery store aisle. Dylan looks around the corner of the previous aisle in shock before a fucked up grin spreads across his face.
Oliver notices Dylan’s devious expression. “What was that?” he asks. He has a hunch. It makes him incredibly nervous and sick to his stomach. Only one thing could possibly make a noise like that in the aisle over.