Jay's buffet challenge, part 2

The twink guided Jay’s enormous body to the exit of the restaurant. He waddled from side to side, swinging his belly around, bumping into everything on his path. 

You’d expect the restaurant owner, Arthuro, to be furious at the chaos, but instead he watched Jay’s every movement with a hand buried in his pocket, stroking his hard dick. Seeing guys expand from overeating was the primary reason he opened his buffet, The Belly Popper. For months afterward, he would secretly replay the security footage again and again, savoring Jay’s entire visit from the moment he walked in—though Arthuro always finished long before reaching the part where Jay finally left.

Arthuro and the twink hurried to the entrance, throwing both doors wide because he needed the full width just to get through. Even then, his overstuffed belly still dragged along the doorframe as he squeezed his way out.

After what felt like an eternity, Jay finally waddled up to the twink’s house. The closer he got, the smaller the front door seemed… “Oh my god, I’m so huge I can’t even fit inside!” he thought. As if reading his mind, the twink suggested he come in through the garage instead.

“Guess this will be your new home for now, big guy,” he said.

As the garage door slid open, Jay realized he’d never been inside before, since the twink didn’t owned a car. The space was just a cluttered storage room. His eyes immediately locked on an old sofa in the center—it was exactly what he needed to rest his aching legs.

He eased himself down onto it, butt first, and the cushions sank and groaned under the full weight of his body, until springs exploded out of them. The entire thing was now nothing more than a flattened pile of fabric and foam, but still comfortable enough for the overinflated jock. 

“The big hog’s worn out, huh?” the twink teased. “Guess you earned a rest after I made you gorge yourself at the buffet.”
“After you made me? BUUUURRRP But I thought— BUUURRRPP—ooofff…”

Jay was barely conscious, his thoughts sluggish and heavy, too fogged to grasp the meaning behind the twink’s words. The act was over—his companion’s sly, dominant side had taken control. Jay was completely under his spell now, too bloated to think, move, or resist. Eyes half-shut, he surrendered and slipped into a deep food coma.

Several hours later, Jay was waken up by a strange sensation. A rumbling inside him, making his enormous belly rumble every few seconds. A sound, resembling the growling of a bear, resonating in the garage.
‘No, no, it could be…’, he muttered.
The twink climbed Jay’s enormous back, using the fat rolls as grip. In Jay’s hear, he whispered:
‘Oh yes my hog. Say it. I want to hear it.’
‘I think… I’m…hungry again.’
‘Oh yes you are. And I have exactly was you need.’

He walked to the back of the garage and removed a sheet covering up several vats labeled ‘Super mega gainer’. A product coming from the supplement store at Oscar’s gym. He convinced the staff to install them at his house, saying that he was coaching a group of apprentice bodybuilder, and that he needed too much shakes to make them by hand every single day. Of course, the guys at the shop never suspected that it would all end up in a single, ballooning belly.

He took a tube that was attached to one of the vats, and plugged it into Jay’s mouth.

‘From now on, you’re my fattening pig. You’ll do nothing but eat and grow, until you fill this entire garage, you hear me?’

Jay was struck by a sudden moment of clarity. Every memory came rushing back—the times the twink had pushed him to eat more, to squeeze into clothes that were too small, to believe he’d eventually lose the weight. For the first time, Jay realized he’d been manipulated. The twink hadn’t cared about his health or his feelings; he’d only wanted a jock to fatten up for his own pleasure. It was wrong—so wrong.

What hurt most was that Jay did like how big he’d become. He just hated the circumstances behind it. If only it had been his choice, his journey.

In that moment, Jay finally understood his true desire: he wanted a partner who would support him, someone to share and nurture his gaining journey with him. He’d enjoyed doing it on his own for a while, but those rare moments of genuine connection with the twink had shown him how meaningful it could be to share that part of himself with someone who truly understood. Casual nights with encouragers could be fun, sure—but for something long-term, encouragement and admiration had to come from love, and be given with care.

The revelation filled him with fury and despair, yet in his current state, he didn’t even have the strength to utter a single word.

The twink opened the valve. To Jay’s surprise, the flow was gentle—slow enough that he could sip at it, letting the liquid soothe his restless stomach. Lost in thought, he tried to simply savor the sensation of being filled. While the twink barked harsh orders and insults, Jay shut his eyes and let his hands wander over his massive body, still amazed by its sheer size. He felt his dick engorge and become stimulated by the soft fat rubbing against it. It wasn’t long before he came, forming a small puddle beneath his immense body. He felt himself drifting toward sleep, the heaviness overtaking him, dimly aware of his body continuing to swell—and wondering just how much larger he’d be when he woke.

(read the conclusion in Crisis in Bear Valley part 4)

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