George Knopf
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Pure Gains: Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2025-01-29 00:07:53 +0000 UTCGabriel opened the front door to an eager and grinning Jett. The boy looked too excited to be there. He wore an unavoidably small henley shirt that had holes developing on each side below the armpits. He held his laptop in one arm. Adidas track pants did little to conceal that he was already getting hard in anticipation of his meeting with Knight and Gabriel. He looked greasy and had a faint odor, which was not Gabriel or Knight’s taste but suited the feral twenty-something.
“Come on in,” Gabriel smiled.
Jett stepped inside and his eyes lit up. “What’s baking?”
“Knight has some brownies in the oven made with Pure Gains. He’ll be out in a moment, follow me to the living room.”
Gabriel sat Knight down in an armchair and found himself staring at the guy in a bit of disbelief. He had seen the posts, but witnessing Jett’s growth in the flesh was something else entirely. The boy was an absolute chunk. He had that look about him that young guys get when they gain a bunch of weight in a short amount of time. The puffy face, kind of flushed pink and bloated. Slightly awkward movements from carrying around fresh weight they haven’t adjusted to yet. It was a distinct aura that Jett seemed to fully inhabit. No less the fact he had a certified gut resting in his lap and arms so big around his hands looked small.
“Have some whole milk.”
Gabriel handed Jett a glass from the coffee table and the young man proceeded to gulp half of it in one go.
“As you know, I want to talk about your experience with Pure Gains and just kind of check in with how you’re doing.”
“I’m doing great. I actually brought my laptop because I track everything in a spreadsheet. Food, calories, weight, measurements, you name it. It’s pretty comprehensive and you can generate some interesting graphs. There’s lots of insight to be found.”
“That’s great,” Gabriel was a bit overwhelmed. “Let’s just start by talking.”
He took a seat on the couch and the two discussed Jett’s general schedule, his workout routines, his eating habits. It all seemed fairly “normal,” whatever that meant in this scenario. Jett was eating a lot of fast food and highly caloric food, he was lifting weights almost daily, and everything else in his life seemed to revolve around these two things. The most interesting bit of information was that the most Jett gained in one week using Pure Gains was seven pounds. This was the same personal record for both Knight and Gabriel. This fact piqued Gabriel’s interest and he asked to see the spreadsheets.
“Brownies are ready,” Knight appeared with a tray of steaming chocolate sweets.
Jett watched the man with hungry eyes as Knight divided the tray of brownies into three big slices, one for each man in the room. He then fetched the gallon of milk and refilled everyone’s glass as Gabriel and Jett reviewed the spreadsheets. The wealth of information was indeed profound. As the men chomped on the sweets they were able to determine that consistent use of Pure Gains was directly correlated to both muscle and fat gains in Jett. There was no denying it: the product worked.
“So, if you don’t mind,” Gabriel said as they closed the laptop, “I’d like to take some vitals. I’m no doctor, but I want to make sure you’re doing alright and I’d suggest you go in for a second opinion and some blood work just to be safe.”
“Okay…?” Jett seemed confused.
Gabriel started with blood pressure and everything seemed normal. The mood in the room was a swirl of confusion, awkwardness, and arousal. Knight munched on his brownies watching the scene unfold. Gabriel was cool as a cucumber and Jett clearly wanted something sexual to happen.
“Stand up for me,” Gabriel demanded. “And remove your shirt.”
Jet did as he was told, his cock becoming fully erect before everyone’s eyes. His belly eclipsed the front of the Adidas waistband with a nice supple overhang. A dense happy trail accentuated the curvature and connected to the tuft of hair on his chest. His pecs were still large and perky. They looked firm in contrast to the flab hanging off his gut. In person, his sides were more impressive than in photos. He was clearly the type of person who gained weight in the love handles first, as accentuated by the bright red stretch marks.
From behind, a tuft of hair on his lower back teased two big mounds of ass cheek hidden beneath the track pants. Given their shapeliness, one could infer there was a good amount of muscle mass holding them pert, not unlike his chest. Still, a man’s ass doesn’t get that round without a nice layer of chub atop the glutes. The three men stared at one another and then done at the tent Jett had pitched.
“Looking good,” Gabriel said. “Real soft in the belly.”
Gabriel grabbed the young man’s overhang and let his hand sink into the soft flesh. The warm padding gave so easily beneath his strong grip. It felt like warm butter beneath his fingertips and Gabriel found himself getting hard as well. He tried to fight back the erection and took a deep breath. He placed a stethoscope in his ears and swallowed.
“Gonna listen to your breathing for a moment.”
He instructed Jett to breathe in and out as a doctor typically does, but the truth was that Gabriel was too aroused to really pay attention. Up close he was noticing how Jett’s charming features looked more rounded from the weight gain. The slight pad of fat under the chin was developing and the jawline wasn’t quite as sharp. Jett kept his facial hair shaved so it was all the more visible. His soft pink lips somehow seemed incongruous with the slab of beef he had become, as though such an innocent mouth wasn’t capable of such unheeded gluttony.
“Very good,” Gabriel said in a low tone. There was a brief pause as they made eye contact, Jett with an expecting look on his face. “Your,” Gabriel tried to break the intensity of the moment, “your chest, er pecs… they look good. Firm.”
“They are.”
Jett made each pec bounce. Gabriel took a step back and looked to his boyfriend, who also had an erection. All three men looked like deer in the headlights.
“Why don’t you two remove your shirts?” Jett prompted.
The couple looked at one another. Knight slightly shrugged and removed his white tee, then Gabriel unbuttoned his shirt. Everyone had a noticeable erection and Jett’s was soaking through his tracksuit.
“So, what now?”
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Poppa Jim
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