George Knopf
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Pure Gains: Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2025-02-09 16:00:09 +0000 UTCThree years later
Knight and Gabriel stood outside the brick apartment building in Mexico City after buzzing unit B21. Their backs still hurt from the flight and their energy hadn’t bounced back from their week in Los Angeles. They had spent the last seven days doing press for the company and talking with a new marketing agency about a logo rebrand. In between work, they partied hard. Nevertheless, they wasted no time in jetting down to Mexico for this moment.
Knight was filled with nervous excitement. He wanted to make a good impression and stood proudly with his shoulders back and belly forward. It sagged over the waistline of an expensive pair of denim with a well-draped cabana shirt draping over his curves. He had allowed his weight to plateau for a bit and settled into his persona as a pot-bellied peddler of weight gain supplements. Besides, once they had determined that Gabriel was gaining weight on his own volition, then Knight was free of any obligation to keep pace. Still, he enjoyed his plumpness and knew he’d hop back on the gain train some day.
He looked over at Gabriel who appeared to be struggling. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, probably still dealing with back pain. It wasn’t too hot outside but Gabriel was sweating, as was typical since he surpassed three hundred pounds. The man wore a loose white linen shirt that already left little to the imagination and even less when it was wet with sweat.
Finally, someone appeared at the front door. It was a man so dashing that he could have been a model or movie star. Knight and Gabriel were speechless.
“Knight? Gabriel? I’m Miguel, Jett’s boyfriend. Follow me upstairs.”
Miguel led the couple inside and up a flight of stairs. Halfway up the men began to huff and puff. On the second flight of stairs they were really floundering. Gabriel was no longer the only one sweating. On the third flight Gabriel couldn’t help but exclaim: “Another?!”
“I’m so sorry my friends,” Miguel grinned. “I know it is a lot, even for me. It’s why Jett barely leaves the house these days. He won’t admit it, but I think the last time he took these stairs he nearly passed out.”
Knight looked at Gabriel and raised an eyebrow. The truth was that neither man knew what sort of shape Jett was in these days. He had all but disappeared from public life ever since he met Miguel. In fact, Jett had become something of gainer lore. The man had developed a ravenous following after putting on a hundred pounds in a year with the help of Pure Gains. He documented every facet of his growth in detail and with much fanfare online. In his last post he weighed in at two hundred and eighty pounds and vowed to break three hundred in the next two months. Then, he never posted again.
Not only that, but no one ever heard from him. He had become a fixture in the community and then disappeared. His accounts remained active, but were abandoned as far as anyone could tell. Knight reached out regularly to no avail, so when he finally got a text from Jett a few months ago he could hardly believe it. For all anyone knew Jett had died, but over text Jett assured Knight that things were going well. He was still gaining and living with his encourager, Miguel. How much had he gained? Jett wouldn’t reveal the number over text.
“Thank god,” Gabriel wheezed as they reached the front door of the apartment.
“Come on in,” Miguel smiled. “Jett! Baby, your friends are here. We’re coming back.”
“No, no!” Jett hollered.
Knight and Gabriel perked up just from hearing his voice. It was familiar, but had that thick slightly garbled tone that fat men develop after a certain size.
“I’ll come to you,” Jett followed up.
Miguel disregarded the request and led the men to the bedroom. When they reached the doorway they could hardly believe their eyes. Jett was sitting on the side of the bed, the entire mattress bowing beneathing him as he took in a deep breath and hoisted himself to his feet. The man standing before them was gargantuan with mind boggling proportions. Truth be told, if Knight or Gabriel saw him in the street they would likely not even recognize that it was Jett.
“Boys! Good to see you.” Jett smiled from ear to ear. “Let’s go to the living room.”
The men shuffled out of his way and watched with awe as Jett waddled slowly to the couch. The man was encumbered with fat. It dominated every feature of his body and clearly had little regard for clothing. Jett wore small cotton gym shorts and a ballooning tank top that stopped just one or two inches short of his overhang. The fabric almost looked unnatural; it was too large and too uncomfortable. Jett should’ve been naked in all his obese glory.
When he finally plopped down on the couch, the look of shock in Knight and Gabriel’s face transformed to lust. Their eyes desperately scanned the man’s body looking for traces of the Jett they once knew. He still had the same adorable smile with cherry red lips and that sharp 90 degree angle nose that was now the most rigid feature in the expanse of his marshmallow face. His hair was a bit longer and unkempt, though greasy as ever.
The muscle he had cultivated was long buried. Nevertheless, by the looks of it, those days in the gym had contributed to his current shape. His fat was monumental but appeared firm and shapely. Large breasts sat like coconuts beneath the tank top and his belly looked like an exercise ball attached to a man. His arms were jet puffed rolls that cinched at the joints. Like a true fatty, his fingers were chubby and his neck had disappeared. He seemed to be bursting at the seams like a massive water balloon ready to pop. Without a doubt, Jett had surpassed Knight and even Gabriel by dozens of pounds.
“I’m sorry to be so blunt, but I have to cut to the chase,” Gabriel swallowed. “What are you weighing these days?”
“I’m…” Jet caught his breath, “almost to five hundred.”
One Month Later
The temperature in the apartment had risen precipitously due to the heat wave. Even without air conditioning the pigs were going at it. Large empty plates of food covered all the surfaces. The blinds were drawn to keep the heat out. The air smelled like fat men and food. The sound of grunting and flesh clapping echoed against the walls. Empty cartons of Pure Gains littered the kitchen.
In one corner of the living room sat Jett, in the nude. Nearly five hundred pounds of dough piled atop a large wooden dining chair. He slowly thrust back and forth, his mass quivering in the dank air, as he played with his nipples. With fat thighs spread wide his pecker bobbed in and out from the cavern of plump flesh encircling it. This was how he pleasured himself, hands free, when Miguel wasn’t servicing him. He panted and moaned softly while watching the scene unfold before him.
A few feet away Knight and Gabriel were on their hands and knees. Fully nude, they leaned over a trough. Inside the trough were piles of cake drenched in Pure Gains chocolate shake which they shoveled into their mouths with their bare hands. Their arms were chained to the legs of the trough preventing any action besides filling their bellies with their fat asses in the air. They grunted like pigs while submitting to their fate.
Behind them was Miguel, lubing their holes while admiring his work. The couple had enthusiastically submitted upon learning how Miguel grew Jett to such magnificent proportions. It didn’t even take them a full day to concur this is what they wanted. The budding entrepreneurs committed to being locked inside this apartment for sixty days to completely give themselves over to Miguel’s expertise as a feeder. Already, the results were remarkable.
It was obvious that Gabriel was headed the way of Jett. Another one hundred or two hundred pounds would be easy for him. His stretch marks were multiplying as his flesh filled with more blubber day after day. The gains were fast and filling out rolls that were once small. The middle roll on his back, the one between his tits and love handles, swelled until it simply joined the larger mass above and below. His belly continued to fall lower and lower to the point where it was a genuine struggle for him to get off the floor after a trough session. He huffed and puffed as his body was unable to keep up with his own rate of expansion.
The results were even more noticeable on Knight. The respectable pot belly he’d grown accustomed to was beginning to take over. It expanded outward in every direction, quickly swallowing up his midsection. Most of his gains were concentrated in this area as he developed a cantankerous and firm gut that bloomed into wide love handles on the sides. His navel grew itchy with the expansion heralding the eventual arrival of fresh stretch marks, and his chest developed a crease where it met the spectacular curve of his gut.
Meanwhile, Miguel fingered each man’s hole and massaged the fleshy cheeks surrounding. This was their routine. Knight and Gabriel fattened themselves up while Miguel fucked them and Jett watched. At first it was no easy feat for the couple. Getting stuffed at both ends was intense and sometimes it was difficult to get the food down. But Miguel insisted on this technique for it eroticized both the process of eating and the feeling of being full, of being ready to burst. Jett corroborated the technique, claiming he now no longer felt satisfied until he had both his belly and ass topped off.
As Miguel first mounted Gabriel, the couple looked at each other. With their faces in shadow, slop covering their mouth, and sweat pouring from their brow, they exchanged a look that communicated: “How did we get here?” Knight could still remember coming out to Gabriel as a feeder in their bedroom long ago. At the time he was so fearful and so… thin. Even in his wildest horniest dreams he never would have conceived this to be their future.
Both men smiled and chuckled. The craziest part was that this wasn’t the end. Pure Gains had made them millionaires and they were just getting started. Besides, they still had thirty more days with Miguel, longer if they wanted. For all anyone knew, they could end up as big as Jett soon enough.
