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Thanksgiving Delight: Part Two

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"Lighten up, babe. It’s Thanksgiving. Give your chubby boys a break," Mark said as he slapped a big hand down on Grahams meaty thigh.

This was met with a disapproving look and orders to drive to the grocery store for some last minute ingredients. Mark obliged, throwing on some jeans and an over sized T-shirt before he headed out the door. Graham and Jerry returned to their bedrooms where they took a shower and changed clothes. Graham was still incredibly turned on after seeing Mark down the pancakes and ended up beating off in the shower. Afterwards, he ate a whole can of Pringles and two Snickers bars. Mark was a great inspiration for gaining.

The brothers spent the rest of the day watching Breaking Bad in Jerry’s room, while Mark planted himself on the couch to watch football. After several hours, Mark was surrounded by empty beer cans and complaining that he was starving. The boys emerged periodically to help their mom, but mostly they got in the way.

Around four o’clock dinner was served. Mark had changed into a skin tight sweater that showed every curve, and a pair of jeans. Graham had decided to wear a button up that was a little too big in an attempt to hide his belly from his mother.

Their mom’s cooking was generally bland and lacked any excitement, but somehow she always pulled it together for Thanksgiving. All the ingredients were organic, and although the boys were the only ones who ate meat, she always cooked a tremendous turkey. The smells filling the house were almost orgasmic and everyone piled their plates high with food, even Jerry. Graham and Mark inhaled their food. They were on round two before anyone else was even close to finishing their first plate. As they began to go for thirds Mom chimed in.

"You two might think about slowing it down. Do you want to wake up five pounds heavier tomorrow?"

Graham and Mark chuckled in unison and continued to stuff their face. Graham was beginning to feel full, but Mark showed no signs of slowing down. It soon became Graham’s mission to match everything that Mark ate. In record time Mark was piling up a fourth plate of food, half of it covered in mashed potatoes and gravy.

"Do you really think that’s necessary?" said their mother disgustedly.

"It’s Thanksgiving, are we really gonna let all this food go to waste?" Mark retorted.

"Well I don’t think you need to eat four pounds of carbs to spare us the leftovers."

Graham cleaned his plate and began to load up for another round.

"Look what a great example you’re setting. Graham honey, I didn’t want to bring this up, but if you keep up at this rate you will be three hundred pounds by the time you’re twenty-five."

"Honey, please. The kid looks good with some extra weight on him. He looks like a man," said Mark, giving a reassuring nod towards Graham.

"I don’t need you encouraging gluttony in my children. It’s bad enough I have to put up with your piggish ways eating me out of house and home! I’ve never had to buy groceries so frequently in my life!"

"Maybe I wouldn’t eat so much if I got some real food in here once in awhile instead of this hippie organic shit!"

"I’m going to my mother’s!" she said and stormed to the garage.

"Mom, you’ve been drinking. Let me drive," said Jerry chasing after her.

The two hurried out the door and quickly drove away. Graham and Mark sat in stunned silence.

"Goddamn," said Mark. "I could sure use a bong rip about now. You got any reefer, college boy?"

Shocked, Graham said that he did. A minute later the two were passing a joint back and forth over the dinner table. Mark ruminated a bit on the current situation with a few vague one liners, then said:

"Let’s eat."

The boys began to chow down and the food tasted even more delicious stoned. They ate for what seemed like hours, filling plate after plate full of biscuits, turkey, mashed potatoes, and casserole. Every bite was drowned in gravy and butter. Graham no longer felt the least bit full and was jamming food into his mouth like he was being timed. Suddenly, he became self aware of his piggishness and incredibly turned on. His focus quickly shifted from the food he was eating to Mark and his rugged handsomeness. Before his eyes Mark began looking up at Graham with an an intense stare after each bite he took. As Mark shovelled larger and larger spoonfuls of food into his mouth the two began to hold unbroken eye contact. Graham was now rock hard and visibly flustered. Was Mark putting the moves on him?

"That all you gonna eat fat boy?" murmerd Mark in a gruff and suggestive tone.

Graham, completely shocked, sat still for a moment. Once he processed what was happening he began to eat as much and as fast as he could, the whole time holding eye contact with Graham. Eventually their plates were cleared and they began to just grab food off the table and swallow it down. No attention was paid to what they were grabbing, as long as it was nearby and edible it went into their mouths. The table began to clear off when Mark said:

"We gonna eat that peach cobbler in there?" nodding to the kitchen.

"Umm hmm," said Graham with a mouth full of food. "Whatever you want."

Mark got up to grab the cobbler, allowing his sweater to ride up and his soft, bloated belly to jiggle with every step. Mark returned with the dessert and began to scarf it down with his bare hands. Graham was no longer questioning the situation and quickly joined in. Their mouths were soon covered in food and they were breathing heavily from a mixture of intense gluttony, THC, and sexual tension. As the cobbler disappeared, Mark began rubbing his cock through his jeans while once again holding intense eye contact with Graham. He nodded towards a bowl of pudding next to Graham and said:

"Can you bring that over here?"

Graham leaned across the table to hand it to him.

"No. Walk it over here fat ass."

Graham did as instructed. When he came around the table he could see Mark’s impressive manhood throbbing underneath the denim. Mark grabbed the pudding, and to Graham’s surprise, poured it all over himself.

"Now lick it up."

Graham got on his knees and paused in astonishment. Suddenly, Mark grabbed his neck and pushed Graham onto his cock. In ecstasy, Graham began sensually licking Mark through his jeans. Graham was now dripping in precum and began to pull down Mark’s pants to reveal a massive cock and soft, padded thighs. In one quick swoop, Mark lifted Graham up and they began to make out. Before Graham knew what was happening, he was hoisted onto the dinner table and laid flat on his back.

Mark threw off his clothes, revealing a stretched and swollen belly. He pulled down Graham’s pants and the two began sucking and licking the other’s body in between mouthfuls of random food. Both their cock’s were about to explode with the slightest of touch. Graham began sucking Mark off, the latter’s belly smashed into his face. Mark was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. As he face fucked Graham his fat rolls bounced and dripped with sweat. He was soon overcome with desire and threw Graham’s legs up.

Mark spread Graham’s fleshy ass before eating it out and shoving his cock in. Graham moaned in pleasure as Mark began fucking him on the dinner table. Their jiggling, extended abdomens grinded into each other. They were both covered in food that was beginning to liquify and drip from the sweat.

"You like my cock, piggy?" Mark said

All Graham could do was moan in ecstasy.

"You like being a big fat hog?" Mark continued. "You wanna eat my cum fat ass?"

Graham nodded and Mark pulled out. He held up his hairy overhang to watch as he ejaculated all over Graham’s face. Mark’s grunts filled the room. With one hand on Mark’s lovehandle and the other on his cock, Graham started to come as well. He began to shoot all over Mark’s back.

Muscles tensed and in the midst of orgasm, the front door opened and Graham’s mom walked in.

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Thanksgiving Delight: Part One

Graham’s stiff morning wood pressed into his fleshy abdomen as he sat up in bed. Proud of his new found girth, he took a moment to caress his hairy stomach. Since the onset of puberty, Graham had been aware of his love for well-insulated men. He also knew that it was his destiny to become one of the fat, lazy Americans the news loved to report on. Since attending college in Seattle, Graham had gotten a few steps closer to realizing this dream- the evidence of which he was softly kneading between his fingers.

Living at home Graham had always been a thin kid. At 5’11” and 130 pounds he was usually smaller than the majority of his classmates. Despite several attempts to gain while at home, he was never very successful. Food was expensive, gainer shakes were hard to hide, and his health-nut mother monitored everything he and his brother ate. As such, he knew he wanted to get as far away from San Diego as possible once graduating high school. He also knew that the second he was out of his family’s sight, he would have a pantry stocked full of the fattiest foods he could find.

Once moving to Seattle, Graham found it to be surprisingly easy to gain weight. His parents paid for everything and gave him a healthy food budget. A week after he was settled into his new apartment, weight gain powder, sweets, pasta, and more filled his cabinets. Graham also began to take an appetite enhancer called X-Pand. Within two weeks he had gained six pounds. After a month- fourteen pounds.

Currently, as Graham sat in bed massaging his belly the day before Thanksgiving, he weighed fifty three pounds heavier than when he first started college. A thought came to him he had not considered before this moment- what will his family say when he walks through the door tonight at 173 pounds? A flash of panic rushed through his body before realizing something. Yes, his mother will disapprove of his fifty pound weight gain, but even worse- what would all her organic cooking do to his poor belly this weekend? He proceeded to eat half a chocolate cake and a glass of milk for breakfast.

The plane ride back home went quickly and Graham’s nerves were rising every mile he came closer to his family. Once landed, he blew close to $150 on airport junk food to keep his stomach from shrinking during the stay. His brother, Jerry, a spindly computer whiz, picked him up at the airport. As Graham approached the car, Jerry gave him a hug. Once inside, Jerry said:

"You look big- beefier, healthier, I mean. Some extra weight looks good on you."

Graham smiled and threw his bag in the back seat; the sound of chip bags and candy wrappers squeaking inside.

"Sounds like you’re not slowin’ down either."

Graham laughed and said, “Well, I can only take so much of her cooking. Sometimes you need something that doesn’t taste like cardboard you know?”

Jerry agreed and the topic quickly changed to school, life, Mom’s new boyfriend.

"Apparently you and Mom have the same taste," Jerry laughed. "This guy totally looks like your ex- tall and hairy as fuck. Except Louis was thin… this guy has got a freakin’ gut like you wouldn’t believe. Mom has had him on a diet since day one but nothing seems to be working. He’s probably got a stash hidden like the one in your bag there."

As they drove into the garage Graham’s nerves were finally settling. It’s not like he was that fat- his BMI was just barely in the overweight range. No one at school had even noticed the weight gain, in fact, he was still smaller than many of his peers. The brothers walked through the door and their mom greeted them each with a hug. Much to his surprise, Graham received no comment on his expanding waistline. It was late and everyone quickly retired to their rooms.

Graham felt a strange sense of accomplishment returning to his boyhood room fifty pounds heavier. He felt like a new person- more of a man than ever before. He soon began digging old clothes out of his closet and squeezing them on. None of the jeans would button, but he could still get on old shirts which clung to every roll and dimple. Graham fantasized about going out with high school friends and shocking them with how large he’d grown. The idea became extremely erotic and he began pleasuring himself. After stuffing down two 800 calorie sweet rolls in the heat of the moment, he came all over himself. He cleaned up and went to sleep.

Aromatic food smells stirred Graham awake on Thanksgiving morning. Wandering out to the kitchen, he was greeted with a surprise so delicious he felt his cock begin to stiffen. There, before his eyes, stood one hunk of a man cooking what appeared to be chocolate chip pancakes. He wore pajama pants and a skin tight wife beater, his gelatinous beer gut spilling out of both. A little crescent of visible belly was covered in dark, coarse hair which trailed up to his chest and almost connected with the dense scruff on his neck and face. He raised a hand to wave at Graham.

"I’m Mark, your mother’s boyfriend." As he said this, his belly bumped into the skillet, which sent him jumping backwards with a yelp. He laughed and declared, "this thing can get in the way sometimes."

Graham chuckled and patted his small gut, “I hear ya. I’m Graham, nice to meet you.”

"Your mom just went out for her jog. I’m sneaking some chocolate chip pancakes before she gets back.You want some?"

Yes, please. I’m starving.”

Jerry emerged from his room and the three of them scarfed down the pancakes. Mark ate an inordinate amount and drowned every bite in syrup. He washed it all down with a beer as Graham watched in awe. Mark let out a tremendous belch and leaned back in his chair, smiling. He seemed to be the epitome of “fat and happy.” Just then, the front door opened and in walked Mom.

"What’s that smell?" she demanded.

"The boys and I had some chocolate chip pancakes," Mark said.

"Great, just what you need," she declared, "more sweets to fill that gut of yours. And same goes to you Graham. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that spare tire you picked up in Seattle."

"Lighten up, babe. It’s Thanksgiving. Give your chubby boys a break," Mark said as he slapped a big hand down on Grahams meaty thigh.

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