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There’d not been many people in Pelican Town that day. The streets were empty apart from the scuttle of little beetles and squirrels through the yellow-dried grass, and the wind brought the occasional cooling gust from the beach, the wild flowers and trees and grass swaying like waves. The day was far too hot for the townsfolk, even though this was prime time to take off one’s shirt and lie around half-naked to get tanned. Alex wasn’t about to waste an opportunity like that. The middle of summer was the best season to be a handsome jock and show off the looks he’d worked so hard on. Pure and raw muscle. Powerful enough to lift two people, one in each arm. Wide shoulders, thick pecs, massive abs. There was not a single cloud in the sky, a perfect blue canvas as the backdrop for his beastly muscle bod. It stood to reason that he sat outside all day in the hopes of catching some people’s admiration, though the lack of people was beginning to disappoint him.
His clothes were piled in the grass beside the tree by his grandparents' house. He sat against the trunk with his eyes closed, his bare skin ready to absorb the rays and smeared thinly with sunscreen at Haley’s pleas. It would keep him from turning into a lobster, but she assured he’d still get tanned eventually. Sweat trickled down his chest and abs, and he looked down at his belly button to admire his size.
The heat was dense, pressing even heavier against a big body like his, but heat meant sweat. Sweat made him glisten in a sexy way. Someone could stroke their tongue from his nipples all the way to his belly button and leave a wet hairy trail, and they’d taste his salty juices. It made his armpits smell amazing, despite his best efforts to apply deodorant. Heat was an excuse to be musky and manly.
And this manliness was strengthened the way he’d been getting thick all over lately, his stomach growing with more mass than ever thanks to his bulking diet. His arms expanded in circumference every passing week, to the point where the sleeves of his shirt began to strain under his bulky mass. His pecs were rounding and grew heavier too, bouncing with every step. The scale said he’d gained over 15kg these past two months. That was faster than he ever had in his life. All pure muscle added to his body. Now he was big and strong and his head buzzed with cocky pride, shifting his handsome face into a confident grin. A chance like today to show off had him excited. He’d show these Pelican Town stringbeans what a real man looked like.
Every now and then he reached for his cooler and grabbed a bottle of milk for extra bulking. The milk was kept at 6 degrees C and went smoothly down his throat, refreshing his overheated body and filling his belly. About 600 calories in a full bottle. If he drank five of those a day, he’d easily reach 3k on top of his regular diet, setting him up to swell so buff he’d be unrecognizable by the time fall came around. He wiped the white mustache off his face, grinned with satisfaction and flexed his pecs so they bounced. Haley would praise him to the moon when he’d have grown to a massive 130kg… His cock twitched in his shorts. Fuck, life was looking good. Life was huge.
It was a shame there were no girls interested in a guy like him… The girls who did show interest didn’t want to sniff his musky pits or his balls, didn’t like to use a strap-on and fuck his ass, didn’t like it when Alex called them bro or dude, and they did not appreciate the ideas of worshiping his muscles. Girls were lame as hell. If only girls were more like dudes so he could have sex with them.
The ground in front of him was laid out with a lunch bulk to get himself ready for this afternoon’s training session at the spa gym. Three boxes of pizzas were already emptied into his stomach. The fourth and fifth lay open with glistening puddles of grease on the shrunken pepperoni. Steamy stretches of cheese pulled apart as he grabbed slice after slice and stuffed them into his mouth. The Stardrop Saloon sold some really good stuff for lunch. A group deal only set him back around 200 gold. It was a habit to buy a set like that every day, and Gus called him one of his best customers. It was just part of the work he had to put in to get beefed up.
And finally there was Dusty keeping him company. He lay curled up on his lap like a cinnamon roll, his brown fur glistening in the sunlight from jumping in the river. Whenever he got too hot he jumped into the river and swam around, and when he climbed out he shook his fur onto Mayor Lewis scrubbing his truck. Alex had laughed for ages and called Dusty back to the tree. Lewis glared and yelled at him, but Alex was an adult so he couldn’t do anything else. Now Dusty was lying here loyally. His eyes stared at the pizza’s grease drippings onto Alex’s shorts, a desperate but polite hunger only a mutt like he could show so preciously. Every bite his eyes followed closely, drool slobbering from his lips, though he was still too much of a good boy to snatch it out of Alex’s hands.
“Heh, that’s way too much sodium for you, boy,” Alex said, cupping his snout and scratching the back of his ear. Dusty let out a soft whine, his big eyes continuing to beg politely. “No good for dogs. For humans it does wonders, though. There’s so much protein in these. Gus put like twenty eggs on these bad boys.” And indeed the pizza had been topped with countless vertical slices of hard-boiled eggs after it was taken from the oven. That’d be around 1430 calories and at least 120 grams of protein. Ah, this shit was gonna make him so fucking massive.
Alex’s gut gurgled as he kept stuffing the food into his mouth. Parts of his body definitely did protest his new bulking diet he’d started not too long ago, but he’d been blessed with an ability to eat consistently and without the slightest feeling of fullness. His grandmother was shocked when he ate four batches of cookies and drank a gallon of milk and didn’t break a sweat. She’d always been happy to cook for Alex. She was one of the best women in his life. If he kept eating all this pizza and all these eggs, maybe he’d have a stomach ache tonight, but that was worth the price of being ripped. He’d be the best guy he could be for his grandma, a guy to be proud of.
There was a rustle of footsteps. The figure of a bowling pin shaped body blotted out the sun. “Yoo, is that pizza?” As Alex squinted his eyes he saw the unmistakable haircut of Sam from the blue house by the river. “Heck yeah! Look at all that meat! I can smell a good pepperoni pizza from miles away!”
Without asking he sat down beside Alex. His blue denim vest rubbed against Alex’s sweaty arms and he brought the smell of more musky guy sweat. It seemed Alex wasn’t the only one who got drenched in heat like this. He shamelessly reached out for a slice of pizza.
“Yeugh! What’s that!? You put eggs on them?? That’s gotta be a crime against food, yo! No way!” He scooped the eggs off and pushed them onto a different slice, then proceeded to dig his teeth into the floppy point of the slice. “Phew, that’s better. It did kinda push the yummy grease off, but oh well,” he said with a slanted frown.
Alex observed him and tried to remember what kind of person Sam was. All he knew was that Sam was the music guy who’d given a concert in the community center to celebrate its grand reopening, as well as the closure of Joja Mart and his newfound unemployment. They played some hardcore metal, though that wasn’t quite Alex’s thing. Alex just listened to whatever Haley listened to, which was mainly Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter. He didn’t know Sam well, but Sam was a nice guy during the times they’d spoken. As he chewed on his pizza he scratched Dusty’s head who let out a happy whine in response. Alex noticed a thick belly stretching his white shirt, resting over the waistband of his jeans. This guy was noticeably fat. The way Clint from the blacksmith was fat, though Sam didn’t seem quite that big yet. He was only a young guy after all, though well on his way to become bigger fast. At this rate bound to surpass fat man Clint, Alex calculated. A few years ago his gut definitely didn’t spread so widely over his lap.
“You’re eating my bulking food, right now.” Alex said with a grin. Seeing a fat guy indulge in food was pretty adorable. The way his cheeks bulged, the way food stuck to his lips, the way he looked so happy feeding himself. It wasn’t hard to see how Sam had gotten himself so obese and chunky, not with a ravenous appetite like that. “I mean I’m not gonna tell you to fuck off. I love sharing stuff with people. But I guess you should ask before barging in, you know.”
“Sorry man, I’m hungry as heck. Been catching frogs all morning with Sebbie.” He rubbed his gut and let out a huge burp. “OUUURP… Phew… Bulking, huh?” Sam looked Alex up and down and it seemed his sun-reddened face turned ever more crimson. He wiped the sauce off his face by lifting his white shirt and using it as a napkin, and for a short moment Alex could see a network of red lines crawling all over his sides and belly. Those were definitely stretch marks. The type that appeared from rapid weight gain, and not pregnancy. Sam was a real eater. “Ah, I can see. Yup, bulking,” Sam continued while chewing. “I guess no normal person would eat like… three, four, five whole pizzas by himself. Not to mention the eggs! Absolutely vile, man… Though I can admire your dedication to the bulk!” And he laughed with a wide smile.
Alex found himself transfixed on his pudgy face. He had pretty green eyes like spring grass. His face was slightly freckled. His tacky blonde hair glistened from all the hair products. Alex gulped. “Eggs are a great source of protein. You should eat them more and go to the gym with me.”
“Oh, I don’t know about gyms. They’re not my favorite place to be,” he said, scrunching his face, squishing his belly in demonstration. What a strange fellow. The first impression Alex had of him years ago was loud and boisterous but in a very friendly and happy way. He’d never been rude or dumb or aloof. But now he was touching his belly as if he was teasing himself. Like he was calling himself a fatso. How cute and strange. “My favorite place is Sebbie’s basement where we play games or make music! Or we go out into Zuzu City to play some gigs at night! That’s fricking awesome, but I don’t really like gyms though. Or sports for that matter… Except skateboarding!! But kicking a ball around, meh…”
And Alex could see that. Sam had always been on the thicker side for as long as they had known each other, but recently it seemed Sam was getting noticeably fatter. Alex had an eye for that stuff, perhaps because he felt a natural competition against his male peers. He had to be the one on top, the hottest and most swole man of them all. If anyone else had started hitting the gym he’d need to double his workout routine and make sure no one was out competing him. What was a person if not his looks and physical status?
“I’m gonna fart so hard if I eat those.” Sam grabbed a second slice and scooped more eggs off onto the remaining slices. “You can have them, Eggboy. I hope you leave a window open tonight. Actually, don’t. Keep that noxious gas inside.”
Alex burst out into a hearty laugh. Sam smiled in return, eating and eating, cheeks bulging. When he was done laughing and wiped tears from his eyes, he rested his hand on Sam’s gut. It was squishier than he expected, cushioning the weight of his palm. “Hey, Sam, you’re funny. But you shouldn’t be eating this much pizza. Your belly is already getting kinda thick. Maybe lay off for a while, okay?”
Suddenly Sam tensed up like he’d been stretched between two poles and people were about to slam a volleyball over him. Sweat trickled down his forehead and a twitchy smile pulled at his mouth. “Oh, I don’t mind haha!” he voice-cracked. “I don’t mind getting a little fat. Eating is so much fun after all. I’m just a silly fat boy! It’s not a problem!”
“No?” Alex tilted his head. “Silly fat boy or not, it’s not good getting fat. It’s bad for your health.”
Then Sam looked as if he was stunned, looking up and down Alex’s body as he was silenced. Clearly no one had found the courage to be real with Sam yet. Someone had to break the news that he was getting fat, alarmingly so, and it wasn’t out of malice or anything. Alex cared about Sam as his neighbor and acquaintance, and would make sure he was aware of his spiraling weight. Also it made sense that a perfectly sculpted guy like Alex would fluster him. Alex was pretty sure Sam was gay. A homo. There had been so many gays drooling over Alex’s body in the time he’d been alive, and he couldn’t deny he wasn’t appreciative of guys like that. They’d always been his biggest fan when the girls weren’t biting. Sometimes he’d even let them suck on his pecs and it felt just like what he imagined a girl to feel like.
Sam’s gloomy friend who smoked alone creepily by the lake, and the other gloomy female friend who ate rocks according to Haley, organized a pride event last year. They invited Alex to be the “himbo” on a small parade. It was on the back of Mayor Lewis’s truck which they drove through town. All Alex had to do was take his shirt off and do sexy poses. For some reason they just assumed Alex was one of them, a homo, and Alex didn’t have the guts to say no because he supported their efforts.
Maybe it was a good idea to poke a little at Sam’s gay boy feelings? He did seem a bit struck by Alex’s weight loss advice. Something fun to lighten the mood. It wasn’t his intention to upset Sam, after all.
“Damn, you’re a cutie!” Alex chuckled as he reached his arm out again to give a few good rubs on Sam’s belly. Gays loved that shit. “I guess there’s nothing wrong with having some fat on your body, though you shouldn’t overdo it! I guess a good snack is always in its place, right? There there, fat boy.”
“W-what!?” Sam gasped and startled and nearly fell over backwards.
“You’re a homo, right?”
“H-homo!?” he sputtered. “Don’t say it like that??”
Alex frowned. “Wha-? Why not?”
“It’s rude! People will think you’re homophobic!”
“Oh, hold on! I’m not trying to be homophobic! I was trying to be supportive of your sexuality!”
“Ahhh, oh my gosh…” Sam fell back onto the grass and let the pizza slice dangle against his moobs. They perked up heftily under his shirt, like two domes of mozzarella. He heaved a heavy sigh and slowly rubbed his chest. “I think my heart just skipped so many beats I saw the light of heaven. What the hell was that? Some ultimate move to destroy me? Goodness… You can’t just sit around here fully shirtless and then reach out to rub my belly, that’s dangerous, dude!”
“I was trying to poke at your gay feelings.”
“Don’t do that!” Sam pouted. “My gay feelings are very sensitive.”
“Sorry…” Alex muttered.
For a while Sam continued to rub his chest, until he felt comfortable pushing himself up and continuing to eat the pizza in his hand. “Man… Bisexual men are a big weakness to me. I might genuinely fall for you, if you act like that. You’re big and sexy, my guy. Like a magnet for dudes.”
Alex chuckled and couldn’t deny that statement. “Don’t worry, even if you’re in love with me, I’m as straight as an arrow!”
Sam stopped chewing, slowly furrowed his brows and peered closely at Alex. “Huh, you’re straight? I thought you were bisexual or something. You hang out with that blonde lesbian girl right?”
“Yeah. I love women. Only women. She loves women too, so it’s a pretty cool friendship.”
Sam resumed eating, raising his eyebrows and giving a small shrug. “That’s weird. Didn’t know that.” And he ate quietly to himself, grabbing slice after slice, sunken deep in thought.
Sharing a meal with someone other than his grandparents or Haley was nice. He didn’t really have many friends, mostly because there weren’t many people in Pelican Town. And the Sam trio always seemed so focused on their own group that they hardly ever spoke to Alex, nevermind the fact they were nerds and Alex knew nothing of their board game stuff. Perhaps making friends with Sam would be cool? He’d be able to see what gays did all day, which fascinated him. And he’d be able to watch this cute fat guy feed himself all day, perhaps see him get even bigger? A weird desire for sure, to watch a guy grow bigger in a fat kind of way, but Alex couldn’t deny that seeing his own body bulk up was hot too. Maybe he’d be able to rub Sam’s belly as it grew.
After a long thoughtful silence, a long burp ripped from Sam’s mouth. “OOUURRP… Oof… Hey, Eggboy. Can I touch your belly?”
“You mean my abs?”
Sam nodded. “Can I touch it?”
“Go ahead.”
Hesitantly his fingers reached out, pressing their tips into the bare skin of Alex’s stomach. Wet drops of sweat clustered into a trail as his fingers slipped downward. His fingers settled by his belly button, squished into the muscle, forming little dimples like dough. Thick and strong muscle dough. Then his thumb lifted a flab of muscle lying over his waistband. All muscle. Pure and raw muscle. Alex grinned at Sam who seemed mesmerized by Alex’s huge muscles. Bulking did amazing things. It had made Alex into a muscle beast. Maybe his body fat percentage went up a little, but it was a sacrifice for that super fast muscle building he’d been dreaming of for years. 15kg in two months didn’t lie. His body was getting huge and strong.
For a while Sam sat there quietly, pursing his lips and tapping his fingers on Alex’s beefy stomach, as if he were trying to say something but unable to find the words. Every time Alex wanted to ask what was wrong, Sam sighed heavily and hid his face by looking away. He didn’t let go of Alex’s stomach though, squishing it from different angles and peeking at it with intense burning eyes. Yup, this gay boy was living the dream admiring a buff dude like Alex. And Alex was feeling cockier with the second. Cockiness was a vice, he knew it, but it got him so worked up, especially when it was caused by a dude. He bit his lip and suppressed a groan.
“What’s up, Sam?” Alex asked finally, crossing his legs so his dick didn’t visibly twitch at the blissful cockiness of being admired.
“Oh what the heck…” Sam shook his head and pulled his hands back like a cop aimed a gun at him. “Alex! Do you wanna go do something with me? Like I don’t know. An activity? What kind of stuff is there to do around here? You like sports right? Maybe you can do some sport with me.”
“Oh sure!” Alex nodded. “Volleyball’s pretty hot right now. We can do it in the sun by the beach. If it gets too hot we can just jump into the water and cool down, and then go back to playing!”
“Volleyball? Haven’t done it since I was in high school! Sounds fun! Let’s do it!”
They both looked each other in the eyes and exchanged smiles. Sam’s smile really was adorable, what the fuck? Big shiny eyes, looking so happy and excited. Just like Dusty. If Alex just made a friend, he’d be really happy about it. Another person to talk to. That’d be cool. Someone like Sam to admire his body and make him feel sexy and loved. God, guys were cool.
“Alright.” Alex said, sneakily enjoying the feeling of his cock twitching between his thighs. “Let’s hang out tomorrow afternoon when the sun is brightest.”
“Can’t wait to play with you, Eggboy!”