New Year's Resolution - Part 4

Gram had to use his considerable bulk to force the door open. Something was blocking the door, although Nick couldn’t see past Gram to see what it was. A few more shoves with his belly was enough to swing the door open with a loud crunch, which sounded like boxes being crushed in a compactor.

Gram could barely fit through the door and had to turn sideways just to slip into his condo. Even then, both his gut and ass brushed the edges of the doorway. As he stepped inside Nick heard more crunching noises as he seemed to step on discarded plastic wrappers with each thundering footfall.

Gram left the doorway and Nick stepped inside, but he stopped short as both the sight and smell struck him like a physical force. “Woah,” was all he could manage.

From floor to ceiling were discarded pizza boxes, empty soda bottles, and thrown-away chip bags. There were crumb-filled cookie tins, chocolate smeared donut boxes and empty containers of Chinese takeout. Hamburger wrappers, sub wrappers, and all manner of plastic and paper covered every square inch of the floor to the point where Nick couldn’t even tell if it was carpet or hardwood. Not that it mattered.

But it was the smell that was most shocking. It was like a landfill combined with a gym locker room that hadn’t been cleaned in months. Probably longer.

“Sorry about the mess,” Gram said over his shoulder.

“It’s fine,” Nick replied and then tried to tiptoe his own not inconsiderable bulk in Gram’s thundering footsteps.

As Nick trudged atop crackling wrappers he could practically see Gram’s daily activities. The center hallway was all plastic and paper bags for when he got food delivered. As he stepped into the living room it was all boxes and chip bags. This was where most of the consumption happened, and as he got closer to the couch the density of detritus only got thicker.

Finally arriving at the couch, Gram had to clear it off just so he could sit down, which left the barest sliver of sofa left for Nick to also plop himself down beside his morbidly obese host. Gram was huffing from the short walk and reached over to a nearby bag of chocolate chip cookies to begin stuffing his face.

After a few moments, the bag was empty. With a look of mild disappointment, Gram tossed it to the side and then turned to Nick. “You wanna order a pizza?”

“Sure,” Nick replied, and then reached over to a glass implement protruding from the mound of garbage on the coffee table. “And then after, why don’t we give this a try?”

Gram chuckled as Nick plucked a few candy wrappers that got stuck to the side of the bong. “Sounds good to me. Why don’t you start that up while I get the order in,” and as if by magic Gram reached underneath his bulk to fish inside the folds of the couch and returned with a lighter.

Nick hoped that Gram didn’t notice how inexperienced he was while he tried to ignite the bowl. He needn’t have worried as once again Gram had retrieved another device--this time a tablet--from the pile of garbage that lay beside the sofa and was busily inputting their order.

It was a difficult thing, but eventually Nick remembered the general idea behind bong usage. After filling the chamber he removed the bowl, inhaled deeply, and almost immediately doubled over coughing and hacking, causing Gram to guffaw at his poor guest.

With a few more taps of fingers that were twice the size of his companion, Gram finished the order, took the bong from Nick and inhaled his own quantity of burnt herb, exhaling a white plume that filled the room. Nick looked up through red-rimmed eyes to see the great cloud fill the space, adding the unmistakable aroma of weed to the rich bouquet that permeated the premises.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Gram began after he’d finished exhaling. “Did you always like all this?” Gram asked as he gestured at his massive bulk.

Nick’s head was swimming as the THC flooded his system, making his reply long and slightly slurred. “Well… it sort of grew on me.”

“Oh yeah?” Gram asked with a smirk.

“Yeah. It was just… I was never a hard body. I’d always struggled with my weight. I mean, you saw me, I was already kinda pudgy. Nothing like now, obviously-”

Gram blew a dismissive noise. “Please. You’ve got nothing on me, pipsqueak.”

“Sure, but I was still what most people would call fat. I worked out, I dieted, nothing worked. And then you come along, all huge, and you show me that was okay. That I didn’t need to care so much,” Nick trailed off as his head lolled, but then he snapped back with a newfound focus.

“I responded really negatively at first just because I’d built my whole life around being the opposite of you. But then you showed me it was just easier to go with the flow. And more fun,” he added with a playful poke into Gram’s middle, causing his finger to sink in almost to the knuckle.

“And the more we got to know each other the more the more I kinda realized your way was the better way. Just call me your first acolyte.”

That caused Gram to laugh again, each chortle causing ripples to radiate throughout his body. “Aw man, acolyte huh? Well, how’s about you worship your idol?”

With that, Gram heaved himself up, laboriously removed his sweat-stained shirt and tossed it into a dark corner of the room before plopping back down again. Nick had never seen Gram shirtless, having never removed it during their illicit trysts at work. Seeing his bare torso for the first time in his increasingly inebriated state was nothing short of mesmerizing.

Beneath Gram’s smiling moon face and prominent double chin was a spreading sea of surging skin, pale and lightly furred, and rippling with every breath. His torso was bifurcated into two parts. The smaller portion (although it was by no means small) was delineated by a crease that went from beneath each arm to the center of his chest where two sagging sacks of fat rested atop his enormous belly. Each moob was capped by a pancake-sized areola and topped with a hot dog-sized nipple.

Beneath those peaks was the vast expanse of belly that rested on Gram’s lap and sunk between his legs causing them to constantly be splayed at an angle. In the center of the round and expansive mass was a deep belly button that seemed easily capable of swallowing an entire fist. Every square inch of skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, making each strand of body hair shimmer in the dim light of the living room.

Without thinking, Nick leaned over and cupped Gram’s moob. He needed both hands to trace its circumference, to heft it, to squeeze it gently before letting it fall back in place and sending ripples throughout Gram’s titanic form. Gram watched bemused as wisps of smoke escaped his nostrils.

“You’re real big,” Nick managed

“Sure am,” came Gram’s reply, before he turned and presented both tits with a wink. Nick’s hands immediately went for both, squishing into the soft flesh and rubbing thumbs over the dark and thick nips, already hard in the cool air of Gram’s condo. Nick was transfixed, his eyes darting from side to side, unable to keep both massive moobs in his field of vision from so close to the colossal man. He kneaded the soft, doughy mammaries like a kitten before finally pushing himself forward to suckle exactly like one.

Gram leaned into Nick’s mouth, his bulk practically enveloping the smaller man, when suddenly the doorbell rang. “Well, that was fast,” Gram said as he popped his nipple from Nick’s crestfallen face and hauled himself up to answer the door, navigating the icebergs of garbage with surprising ease for a man so large.

When Gram returned it was with three extra large boxes which he cleared off space on the coffee table for. “Dig in,” he announced, opening the first box to snag a slice of dripping pepperoni, heedless that some dripped onto the floor.

The sight of the hulking figure scarfing down several slices gave Nick an idea. He got up, waded over to Gram, and hoisted his drooping apron of a belly up with one hand while the other fished for his belt buckle. With the added handicap of being high, Nick struggled blindly until he finally gave up and went to his knees to get a better view of where the belt could be.

Eventually, Gram took pity on the little man. Finishing his slice, Gram reached underneath his bulk and with a practiced ease and undid his belt with one hand causing his stained slacks to drop to the floor with a dull thud. Nick didn’t waste any time and also yanked Gram’s grungy underpants down around his ankles as well, leaving him naked.

Nick then guided the now nude giant back to the sofa where he once again sat down. Instead of taking his place beside him, Nick grabbed the pizzas and lay them on the sofa within Gram’s reach and then pushed the coffee table so there was enough space in front of Gram for him to stand. He then turned to Gram and with a seductive look began to disrobe.

Gram suddenly understood. Watery eyes gazed at Nick’s display while reaching beside him for the pizza box, grabbing another slice and stuffing it into his mouth. By the time Nick was also nude, Gram had gone through nearly half the first box himself, his chest and belly splattered with grease and tomato sauce.

Nick wasn’t nearly as large as Gram, but he’d certainly plumped up some since the two had started fooling around. Gram guessed him to be approaching 300 pounds, and with his help would easily surpass that milestone. He was attractive for sure, all gentle curves and boyish good looks--looks that were already causing him to chub up between his massive thighs and sagging belly.

His show having the desired effect, Nick moved on to the second act. Descending to his knees, much as he had during their many trysts at work, Nick prostrated himself before the incredibly fat man and with both hands lifted his belly enough to expose Gram’s cock. Somehow the revelation made the stench in the room even greater, and for a moment Nick swooned. Then he steeled himself and with one quick turn wedged his backside beneath the gargantuan gut so it was resting on his pert buns.

Gram could barely see Nick’s head over the crest of his own belly, but he could feel Nick’s buttery buttcheeks caress his aching hardon. Then Nick thrust himself backward, spearing himself on Gram’s blunt instrument.

He couldn’t see any of it, but Gram felt his cock slip inside Nick’s tight, warm orifice, and then begin to slide in and out as Nick began to gyrate slowly. Instinctually, Gram reached beside himself for the pizza box and began to eat while Nick gratified him below. It was heavenly, the achievement of all his dreams.

Below, Nick felt much the same. Having Gram inside him like this was something he’d always wanted, deep down. Now deep inside, or at least as deep as Gram’s cascading rolls of flab would let him. Which was deep enough.

After Gram had finished the first box and made a decent dent in the second he came, his incredible volume filling Nick to capacity until it trickled down his thigh to mingle with whatever liquids had long since stained the floor. Nick came as well, adding just as much fluid to the growing puddle on the ground.

The two finished the rest of the pizza before heading to the bedroom for round two. Afterward was takeout Chinese, then round three. The pair fell asleep beside empty takeout containers and fresh cum stains on an already well-stained mattress.