Tales of Weight and the Weighty (2024)

The alarm went off, as it always did on a Saturday, at 11am, although it was more a suggestion than an actual command to get up. It continued to beep for a minute or so before a hand attached to a slender arm hit the button to turn it off. The arm retreated back under the blankets, to the secure warmth caused by its two occupants, more so one occupant than the other. The blankets themselves were raised high into the air by the mass resting beneath them, concealing something large and wonderful. They moved with every deep breath from one of the occupants, each expulsion of air pushing them upward as though they were attempting to touch the ceiling. From below the mass, a reinforced bed frame creaked in tandem, every little movement only increasing its groans for respite. The symphony of these noises was the standard for this household on this day, but one sound had yet to make its appearance. As if on cue, a low rumble followed by a grunt permeated the world. Both were deep; bass notes that implied a message of heft. In one swift motion, the blankets were thrown off to reveal their contents.

Two men lay on the bed, cuddling peacefully in the late morning light. One of them was the owner of the slender arm, the rest of his body following a similar rail-like structure. He was reasonably tall, with straight brown hair that fell into his eyes. His long, thin legs were curled upwards toward his chest while his arms were wrapped around the arm of his partner. And what a man his partner was.

While the first man was not dangerously thin, he looked damn near skeletal next to the behemoth resting next to him. Not only was he even taller than his partner, the man was so fat that the mattress buckled beneath him, causing a massive indentation that pulled everything toward him like the gravity of a planet in space. His face was incredibly pudgy, with thick chipmunk cheeks and a double chin so thick that it seemed to replace his neck. With every breath, they would wobble hypnotically along with his swollen pecs that were pushed just under his chin due to the way he was laying. They wrapped around under his pillowy, barrel-like arms, forcing the appendages out slightly just so they had enough room to rest at their full size. And they weren’t even the biggest parts of his body. His breasts rested on a monumental shelf of a gut, so globular it forced his partner almost half a meter away from him. The flesh was soft and yielding as though it were a mattress in its own right. Then came the legs, thick ham-hock limbs that consistently battled for space but were forced to embrace each other permanently due to their size. The spilled over his knees, almost obscuring them from view, just barely resting on his swollen calves which in turn overflowed onto thickened ankles. In short, he was overwhelmingly obese. A lardo, a tubster, a fat*ss to conquer all fat*sses.

And he absolutely loved it.

A second rumble filled the room and the thin man opened his eyes to glance over his shoulder. The hulking mass of flesh continued to jiggle back and forth in serenity. With a grin, the thin man turned over, pressing his hands into the generous padding of his partner.

“Keith, wake up.”

The engorged fatso opened one eye blearily. “Ten more minutes, Harry.” He grumbled under his breath. Harry grinned wider, rubbing his hand in circles over Keith’s tremendous paunch. In spite of himself, Keith moaned softly in pleasure at the touch.

“C’mon Keith, we said we were going to do a weigh in today.”

Keith eyes flashed open at the mention of the words “Weigh in”. The two had been discussing it for a while now, over lunches and dinner so large that the monarchs of history would be amazed at their decadence. They’d met through a mutual love of food, perhaps slightly one-sided on Keith’s part, and it grew in to the gainer relationship they had today. Yet, the food was only the tip of what had kept them together. You see, if there was one thing these two enjoyed more than watching Keith eat them out of house and home, it was seeing how much impact all that feasting had. To them, it was the most important part of the journey. As Keith had grown ever bigger, completely outweighing and outsizing Harry, the two had only grown more excited. The thrill of watching him spill out of, then finally rip, a pair of shorts or get out of breath walking a few meters down a hall was infinitely more exciting than how many pizzas he could put away. Keith’s size was a physical marker of their relationships progress, every new roll a testament to the joy they shared together. And now today, after many months of not knowing, they would figure out a number to put to his impressive size.

With a light spring, Harry got out of bed, clad in nothing but his blue underwear. He moved quickly around the bed until he was on Keith's side. They had long ago deduced that the fatty could not get up without a little hand. Harry grasped his partners thick bicep and with a firm tug (and a small boost from Keith), they got him into a sitting position. Keith swung his swollen legs over the side of the mattress and pushed himself onto his feet, Harry helping pull him up once more. Now standing, it was even clearer to see how gargantuan he had grown. His gut hung well over his crotch and halfway toward his knees which ached at the strain of holding up so much mass. He was also wearing his underwear, these ones red, but they were stretched so tightly across his backside that one could see clearly that each cheek was the size of a volleyball. They failed to completely cover his buttocks even, as some flesh peaked over the top of the waistband.

Now they had the titan standing, it was time to get him moving. Harry moved around so he was standing right behind Keith and wrapped his arms around the wide, bulging love handles on either side of his torso. These were the couple’s favourite part of Keith’s body. They were so heavy and soft, a true testament to the gluttony and indulgence that had led them to where they were now. With a gentle push, Harry got Keith moving, his legs swinging out in a wide waddle. He pushed his thin body into the backfat of his partner, marveling at how he it would take at least two of his to even come close to the size of Keith’s bulk. Every step caused Keith’s body to wobble, his hips rolling up and down as he moved at an almost glacial pace. Harry guided him through the bedroom door, recently widened to accommodate a heftier occupant, and down the hall toward the bathroom.

This door would prove to be a little trickier. Harry deftly slide around the bloated form of his partner and through the bathroom door, preparing for what had happened hundreds of times before. Keith panted slightly as he moved to enter the bathroom. His belly slide through relatively easily, but the width of his love handles caught in the frame causing him to grunt. The fatty reached his hands forward and grasped the sides of the doorframe, pushing with all his might to get through. When it became apparent that the strategy was futile, Keith held out his hands to Harry who took them and began to pull. Keith’s arms pushed his pecs up into his face, his double chin bulging bigger as he was tugged through the too small frame.

Suddenly there was a loud CRACK! and Keith surged through, having to regain his balance as he came to a stop. He glanced over the swollen mass of his shoulder to see that he had broken the door frame on one side. He turned back to Harry and gave a sheepish grin.

“Heh… whoops.”

Harry laughed at patted his partner on the belly, sending it into another sea of wobbles.

“Don’t sweat it big guy.” A rather ironic statement considering the small amount of exercise that Keith had performed had already worked up a decent sweat. “We were gonna have to widen it anyway.”

Now they were in the bathroom, Keith took a moment to get his breath back, seriously winded walking from the bedroom. Harry opened the cupboard and pulled out a sturdy, black scale. As he set it up, Keith studied himself in the bathroom mirror with delight. He absolutely filled the glass canvas, barely enough reflective material to capture his entirety. He ran his pudgy hands over his curves, appreciating how each roll and fold attributed to his overall hulking mass. It had been a long time since he’d fit onto a single chair, it was either two or else a bench to hold up his impressive bulk. Now he was outgrowing doorframes! It would be a wonder that society would be able to handle him at the rate he was ballooning.

Once everything was ready, Harry returned to Keith’s side and helped him over to the scale. With practiced care, Keith lifted one leg onto the scale, and then another. Much like his bed, the machine groaned painfully under his weight, but thankfully it held him. The numbers flashed like lightning on the screen, a more suspenseful number draw than the lottery for these two. Eventually they settled on three digits and Harry caught his breath. Keith tried to lean over, but much like his feet for the past several weeks, the number was hidden by the broad swell of his gut.

“Well, tell me.” He panted. “I can’t stand the suspense.”

Harry grinned up at his partner and placed both his palms on either side of Keith’s belly, rubbing them in large arcs across his rolls.

“458lbs big guy.”

Shock played across Keith’s face and he staggered backward off the scale, Harry making sure he didn’t fall. 458. That was a lot more than he was expecting. He placed his hands under his massive paunch and hefted it, feeling all the weight that he and Harry had packed on over the past couple years. Family and friends often asked him about just how big he’d gotten and at last he had an answer. But deep in the back of his mind, he thought that perhaps the number was a bit too small, that the number needed to be bigger. He pulled Harry close with one arm, squashing the thin boy into his side.

“Are ya proud of me?” He asked, trying to make it sound like a joke, but fearing the worst.. He felt Harry’s hand squeeze his love handle.

“Of course. But the number wouldn’t have mattered to me, it’s the size I care about.”

Keith felt his heart flutter a little at those words and he realised that Harry was right. Who cared about a few numbers on a screen. He felt amazing, he felt like he was on top of the world. He outsized everyone he knew and they all knew he was the biggest guy around. He hugged Harry tighter, enjoying all over again how small his partner was to him, and how much smaller he knew Harry was going to get.

“So, what’s for breakfast?”

The end