And now for something erotic...

Sorry for the long delay, everyone! I am very easily distracted. One of the original motivations I had for putting this blog together was to post some erotic gainer fiction, so here we go! Here is the first installment of a new series I am working on. It's a bit tame by some standards, but I want to use it as a jumping off point. (Note: Thanks to all who have commented and contacted me! I have received several requests and will incorporate them as time goes on.)

A Dream Come True... With A Little Help
Chapter 1

Ryan woke up groggy. He slowly came awake feeling a heaviness in his limbs and an ache in his head that told him he'd had a late night. He remembered going out with some friends to celebrate someone's birthday, and they'd decided to go bar hopping.  He remembered the first three, but after that... It was no use, the memory wouldn't come. He's have to catch a recap later. In the meantime, it was time to hydrate and grab some aspirin.

Slowly, cautiously he opened his heavy eyelids. The light was dim, which seemed odd as his bedroom usually got lots of morning sunlight. As he continued his drowsy climb toward full consciousness, however, he began to realize something was out of place - him. This was not his bedroom! The room he found himself in was sparsely, but comfortably furnished. He was laying in a huge, low-sitting king sized bed with a heavy down comforter pulled up to his waistline (and on closer inspection he discovered he was in fact nude underneath). The rest of the room was bare, except for a small table by the bed, some floor pillows, and a large flat screen TV sitting on a stand across from the foot of the bed. Heavy drapes covered the two windows, which was probably why it was so dim. There were two doors leading out of the room. Where was he??

Gradually, his memories from the previous night began to emerge. He remembered meeting someone, a guy, at one of the bars, maybe the third or fourth. He couldn't remember much, just that they had hit it off remarkably well; evidently he'd gone home with the guy. It wasn't that unbelievable, he did like to have a good time after all, though it was a bit unusual for him to get so drunk he wouldn't remember.

As he lay rummaging through his foggy memories he heard the sound of footsteps outside one of the doors, and then a gentle knock. Without waiting for an answer the door opened and in walked the guy from the previous night (he was pretty sure).

"Rise and shine, stud! It's a beautiful day." He proceeded to pull back the drapes to reveal much more light weight curtains underneath which let in the light of a seemingly very sunny day. Several seconds later, once his weary eyes had adjusted to the new light, Ryan got a better look at the man who was standing next to the bed looking down at him with a cocky, conspiratorial smile on his face. He looked about Ryan's age and stood about 5'10 and short, dark hair and what looked like a few days growth of beard. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and boxer briefs, neither of which left much to the imagination. His arms and legs were fairly muscular, but the t-shirt was stretched over a substantial beer gut, which made the boxer briefs ride low around the swell.

"How you feelin', party boy?" he asked, sitting down on the bed next to Ryan. "You seemed pretty tipsy last night."

Groaning in embarrassment Ryan fell flat back onto the plush pillows and covered his face. "Dude, I'm sorry about that. I never get that drunk! I don't know what came over me." Peaking through his fingers he saw that the guy still wore that impish grin. Exhaling loudly and sitting back up he smiled weakly. "Man, I'm sorry - I don't even remember your name. Did we, uh....?"

That grin seemed to get even wider as the guy chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, you were a bit too far gone for that. Hey - don't sweat it! We've all been there," he added quickly as Ryan made a wry face and fell back once more on the pillows. He felt a strong hand gently massage his thigh through the comforter and opened his eyes again. "We just fooled around a bit and then passed - er, went to sleep. I'm Eric. Nice to meet you again, Ryan," he said said smiling.

"Well," Ryan began, making a motion to get out of bed, "I should really get going..."

"Hey, hey not so fast, hot stuff," Eric replied gently pushing him back onto the pillows. "Relax a bit. Have some breakfast, I already made it for you." Without waiting for a response he crossed to the door and was  gone. Ryan lay back and closed his eyes. Maybe he should rest a bit before he took off. Besides Eric was really hot, and he seemed to remember then getting on really well the night before. "What can it hurt?" he thought to himself. "This guy is hot; maybe we can fool around some more." He chuckled softly at the thought and relaxed.

A minute later the door opened and in came Eric, laden with a huge tray of food, which he set on the table next to the bed. On closer inspection Ryan realized just how much food was on the tray, enough to feed a large family, at least. There was bacon and eggs, pancakes and toast, both dripping in butter, muffins and fruit. There was also a gallon jug of... something. He couldn't tell what but it looked creamy.

He looked at Eric with wide eyes. "Is that all for me, or are you expecting an army?"

Eric glanced at him sidelong and for just a moment the grin faded. However, it immediately returned as Eric asked "You don't remember last night very well, do you? Do you remember what we talked about? What you told me, about what you'd always wanted? How I said I could make it come true for you?"

Ryan closed his eyes and thought back. His memory was just so blurry... what had he told this guy? Suddenly his stomach clenched and he opened his eyes. No way, it wasn't possible! Had he been that drunk? He'd never talked about that to anyone before... and yet... here he was, with a gorgeous guy, and that tray of food... He looked over at Eric, his eyes wide with alarm and just a bit of excitement.

"Ooooh yesssss." Now Eric wore a different smile, not malicious, but certainly devious, and his eyes glinted with anticipation. "This is going to be even more fun than I thought." With that he easily straddled Ryan's slender waist and pushed his arms up over his head. He leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth and Ryan, feeling his excitement mount, despite his misgivings, kissed back, full and deep. He could feel that firm, round gut pressed against his flat belly and it made his dick stand straight up. Sitting upright, Eric looked down at Ryan in appreciation, his trim, build with lean muscle, his wavy dark blonde hair. He leaned over and grabbed the first plate of food, pancakes dripping with butter and syrup and lifted the fork to Ryan's mouth. Ryan, mesmerized, opened his mouth and allowed himself to be fed.

Later, he couldn't say what it was that made him take that first bite, though he had an idea. All his life he'd dreamed of this, of being kidnapped, being held against his will, and being made to eat, eat like a beast until he was... fat, fat and bursting out of his clothes. Now, against all his better judgment, for just a moment, just a flash of an instant, he let his guard down, thus sealing his fate.

As Eric sat straddled on him, he ate. He ate the entire plate full of pancakes. He devoured the next plate too, piled high with sausages and biscuits. The third plate went down faster than the second, all eight muffins, which he normally couldn't eat in a single sitting. Somewhere between the third and fifth plates the gallon jug was put to his lips and he drank deep of the thick, milky substance it contained. His feeding became frenzied, almost frantic as he struggled to consume more and more food. Dimly he was aware of a tightness in his abdomen. He could feel his flat, firm belly swelling as he gorged himself on an unimaginable quantity of food. The feeling just excited him more, he could feel his cock erect under Eric's ass, in fact, as his stomach swelled he could feel Eric's thick, hard cock pressed against the bottom of his gut, straining through his boxer briefs.

Ryan began to pump his hips in rhythm with his eating. Between swallows he moaned in pleasure, and groaned at the pressure building in his stomach. At some point he looked down and saw his belly, normally flat, now protruding, incredibly bloated. Pressed against it, having come free of the restraining underwear, was Eric's cock, now sandwiched between their two round, fat bellies. The sight was almost too much for Ryan to take. Moaning in pleasure he opened his mouth wide to receive the next bite of food he knew would be there, anxious to get to his belly. Every bite seemed to entice him more and more, making him somehow hungrier for the next mouthful. It defied all logic, but at the moment he wasn't interested in understanding. He only wanted MORE!


Finally it became too much, the pressure in his gut, the hot dude stuffing him, his cock pumping against that bubble ass, and with a loud, low growl he came, shooting spurt after spurt of hot jizz onto Eric's backside. As he lay there panting, he realized his own belly was now coated with a layer of cum, and Eric was sitting upright, one arm stretched behind his head, the other hand tracing circles around his fat round belly.

"Oh man, you are gonna be FUN," he announced, after a moment's appreciative gaze at the boy he had just stuffed. "I'm gonna go clean up and take care of some things, but you're going to stay right here and rest." He stood up and adjusted his t-shirt and underwear, then leaned over and kissed Ryan again on the mouth. "That door there," he indicated the second door out of the room, "is your bathroom. Once you've rested a bit, go in and take a good long look at yourself in the mirror. Take a good mental picture, because that trim sexy body of yours is about to disappear."

The sexy, big-bellied man gathered the tray and dishes and walked to the door he had come in through. Ryan, still reeling from his orgasm, as well as pinned by the swell of gut, was helpless to move. Casting one last glance and that devious, impish grin, Eric turned and left. Ryan heard the distinct sound of a lock clicking shut. Somewhere in the back of his mind, an alarm went off, shouting "Get up! Get out of here!" But he was just too stuffed, too incredibly bloated to move. Besides, he was feeling rather sleepy, and the bed was so comfortable. In moments he had drifted off, the swell of his belly rising and falling gently as he dozed. His dreams, when they came, were full of dark foreboding, sexual excitement, and an uncanny, insatiable hunger...

To be continued...

And that concludes the first chapter of a new story that's still in the works. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please feel free to send comments and feedback.