Sexually Transmitted Fat

So we’re almost done with The Board Game, which means it’s time to move on to the next Patron story, and that’ll be this one with the majority of the votes from my most recent poll. If your story didn’t get picked, don’t worry--I’ll get to it eventually, and there will be another vote about halfway through this arc that’ll tell me if it sucks and we should all jump ship :P 

Anyway, this one has been kickin’ around in the back of my mind for some time now, so I hope you like it :) Enjoy! 

“And in other news, a curious new condition is said to cause massive weight gain. Local residents are reporting gains of over 100 lbs in as little as a few minutes, which sounds preposterous…”

The news anchor looked pretty confused as he read his report, but then a commotion next to me drew my attention away from the TV screen hanging above the bar. A chunky, short guy seemed to have propositioned the wrong guy and was getting the business for his trouble.

“As if I’d stoop to fucking a fatso like you!” said a big, muscular dude, who stomped off after shoving the chunky guy a bit. The muscular dude I knew: he was a regular around here, often turning tricks, letting middle-aged rich dudes worship his hard gym body. Guess he drew the line at fat guys.

Me, I wasn’t so picky. Sometimes I even preferred the fat ones--they were usually gentler, more appreciative, and left good tips.

I went up to him, tapped him on his shoulder. I wasn’t as big as the guy he first went after, but I kept care of myself. I’d say I was more lithe than muscly, but I hadn’t had any complaints. I apologized for the jerk, offered to buy the guy I drink. He told me his name: Melvin. Had to be fake, nobody in the world goes by Melvin anymore, but it suited him.

He wasn’t that fat, not really. Chubby, sure, probably in a desperate fight against becoming a true chunkster, but he wasn’t that bad. Not yet. We’ll see in a few years. His clothes looked awfully tight on him, so maybe he was losing the battle of the bulge worse than it looked.

We talked a bit, chatted. Eventually he asked if I’d like to come up to his bedroom. I said yes, making sure he knew how this transaction would play out without saying anything illegal in case he turned out to be a narc. He didn’t, so we went to the hotel lobby and headed upstairs.

When we got to his room he turned around and started to nervously take off his jacket. It was cute how he was shaking. I went up and warmly embraced him, taking the jacket, slowly rolling it off his shoulders. I nuzzled his cheek, warming him up, getting him used to the idea of intimacy. Used to the idea that he even deserved it, that his body wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. I knew from experience these guys could have hang-ups that you needed to work around.

He warmed up to me. Started breathing heavier. When I undid his belt his gut surged forward to fill in space. He pulled back at that but I held him firm, letting him know by touch that he didn’t need to feel ashamed. He stepped back as I pulled his shirt from inside his pants and started unbuttoning him while I licked his ear. He gasped.

That’s when I knew he was finally getting into it.

The next few minutes were hot by any standards. We started making out. He took off my clothes, quickly, almost desperately. I responded in kind, tearing open his slacks and fishing out his dick. It was hard, uncut, and already dripping in excitement. A few teasing licks and I pushed him onto the bed so I could remove his pants. It was a struggle as they were on tight, but they came off eventually.

Once nude, he had an almost cherubic vibe to him that I found endearing. I removed what little clothes I had remaining and tussled with him on the bed, touching every part of him, licking up and down his body. He might have never had someone do that to him before judging by the reaction I got.

I reached into my bag, grabbed a packet of lube, and squirted it on his dick. It wasn’t huge, and his belly got in the way, but it’d do just fine if he laid on his back. I climbed aboard, aimed him at my hole, and slowly descended. He moaned as I took every inch and pressed my butt firmly into his pelvis.

It was risky, and I knew that, but I felt the guy deserved a treat. I’d get the condoms out later when we really got down to business. I just wanted to give him a few minutes to enjoy himself before we got to the good part.

But apparently this was good enough for him already. Melvin’s face contorted into something approaching a grimace, and then he let out a choked moan. I felt some additional warmth seep into my insides, and I knew he’d just cum.

So much for that. Oh well, guess I’d have a clinic visit in my immediate future. Good thing I’m already on prep.

I let out a contented sigh to let him know it was okay and kept gently rocking atop his groin to let him know we weren’t done. Besides the fact that he’d paid for an hour at least, I suspected this little repressed butterball had at least two loads in him, and maybe even three.

I kept going, and he stayed hard. Good--I was right. I’d stay slow, gentle, run my arms up and down his soft torso for a few minutes, and then I’d really give him a ride he’d never forget.

Or at least I would have. Something felt… off. I felt warm. And it seemed harder to keep my legs straddling him like I had to keep widening my stance. I repositioned again and again as I kept up my gentle rocking and made sure my face didn’t register any of growing concern.

He still felt hard as a nail, but it felt like he was coming out. I pressed down, but it was harder somehow. Like I was pressing against something between us. It made no sense.

I looked down and gasped.

I’d always been a tight number, but now my abs were gone. Any definition was gone. I was smooth and puffy everywhere like I was having an allergic reaction. It couldn’t have been the lube, so it must’ve been his cum. Can you even be allergic to specific dude’s cum?

I kept going, and the motion kept getting harder. I could feel him slipping further and further as I swelled up. But then I noticed something--I wasn’t swelling up like I was sick. It looked like I was getting fat.

I had little tits poking from my chest, and a soft belly pooching over my waist. In seconds it grew to the point where it was touching Melvin’s, smooshing together with each gentle rocking motion. I had to widen my stance again as I noticed my thighs had blown up into huge hams that practically stretched the width of the bed.

Finally, he slipped out. I stopped moving. “Something’s wrong,” I said.

I’ll never forget the look he gave me. Melvin looked into my eyes, his watery and red, and said: “I’m sorry.”

Then it happened fast. I blew up like a balloon, my gut surging forward so it covered Melvin’s torso. My chest sagged until it was resting on my huge belly, while my arms and legs inflated like tires. I grew love handles. I could feel my chin mashing into my neck as I looked down at myself.

I lost my balance and fell on hands and knees over top of Melvin. My body hung down and smothered his, enveloping him more and more as I grew heavier and heavier. Eventually my arms gave out and I collapsed.

Feeling Melvin struggle beneath me was so alien--he was fighting against this doughy mass of me, fighting to get free. I could hear him sputtering, how red in the face he was getting with my full weight on him, unable to breathe.

Seeing in the panic in his eyes was enough to get me to stop worrying about my own state long enough to try and help him. I tried to push myself up but collapsed again. I tried to roll over once, twice, and on the third time, Melvin pushed my shoulder just hard enough he was able to slip out from beneath my bulk.

He fell to the floor with a thud. As I tried to roll over, I could hear him gathering his things, putting on his too-tight clothes in record time. Just as I managed to get myself on my back to look over, he turned to me with his coat over his shoulder and said one word: “Sorry.” And then he was gone.

Later I’d find out what happened. But sitting in a hotel room, suddenly 450 lbs without anything to wear, I simply turned over, turned on the TV, and ordered room service. I was suddenly very, very hungry, and figuring out how to get home without being arrested was a problem for tomorrow me.