George Knopf
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Pure Gains: Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2025-02-02 16:00:06 +0000 UTCKnight flexed in front of the gym mirror. His biceps bulged and his pecs bounced beneath the upper layer of fat coating the muscles. He released the flex and his gut bounced back into place and nearly out of his tank top. The last ten pounds had landed straight on his navel and it was getting impossible to conceal. Sweat poured from his brow as he turned to the side and looked at his mass. He was still gobsmacked looking in the mirror. Never in a million years did he see himself becoming so beefy.
He was stronger than ever, but all the extra weight made him sweat profusely these days. His skin was flushed red from the exercise and sweat stains punctuated the curvature of his belly and the fat flesh of his ass crack. Breathing heavily, he had to take it slow as he lumbered around the gym like a swollen pig in the summer heat.
“Hey big guy, where’s Gabe?” Said a friend of Knight’s.
Since selling Pure Gains as a black market bulking powder, the couple had become very popular at the gym. Especially during bulking season. At first, they were selling primarily through the gaining community, mostly Knight’s friend who they met on Twitter. But eventually word got out and the muscle guys, gay and straight, who were trying to maximize their bulk started coming to Gabriel and Knight. Business was good.
“Oh, he had a long day at work and wasn’t up for the gym today.”
“Too bad! I haven’t seen him for awhile, I miss him.”
“I’ll let him know you said so.”
Knight bid farewell to his friend, grabbed a protein shake from the gym bar, and headed home. These days he was cutting down on using Pure Gains himself in an effort to slow down and enjoy his progress. After a three week run wherein he gained twenty pounds and his first stretch marks ever, Knight began to pump the brakes. He loved the eroticism of swelling up before his very eyes, but he also knew it wasn’t a race.
When Knight got home he encountered a scene that was becoming more and more common. Gabriel was spread atop the couch in his work clothes, a long sleeve tee that had ridden up past his belly button and a pair of chinos that had evidently ripped open in the crotch. He was clearly drunk, given the nearly empty bottle of wine laying nearby, and had a carton of ice cream sitting atop of his gut that was rapidly melting. With a serving spoon he shoveled the dairy into his mouth.
Knight was both concerned and aroused, as he often was these days. Gabriel had become, as he sometimes referred to himself, “unreasonably fat.” What he meant by that was he had surpassed doing this for fun, and now couldn’t control his appetite even if he wanted to. He didn’t need Pure Gains or the gym, he just needed food. As much food as possible. In fact, he hadn’t been to the gym in nearly a month and prior to that he was only going sporadically. The consequences were obvious.
Gabriel’s belly filled nearly his entire lap. His neck was now more of a fat roll than a neck and any trace of muscle was buried. By no means was the man immobile, but movement was noticeably difficult for him. At a certain point, the fat simply gets in the way and there is no avoiding that. Even Knight had moments where his heft was a bit too cumbersome for certain movements. Gabriel, however, had ascended to another level.
“Another rough day?”
“Yeah, I quit.”
“Oh,” Knight remained calm. Frankly, he saw this coming. “Well fucking congratulations. It’s about time!”
Knight sat on the couch next to his chubby hubby. He leaned against the warm mass of dough and kissed Gabriel on his rosy cheek. Knight’s body sank luxuriously into Gabriel’s husky padding. The man was Knight’s favorite pillow these days. Knight was already getting hard and he couldn’t help but grab the carton of ice cream and lift it up to Gabriel’s lips, pouring the rest of semi-liquid cream down the fat man’s gullet. Gabriel gulped the dairy down passively. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and belched thunderously.
“I’ve put a lot of thought into what you said about Pure Gains,” Gabriel said, causing Knight’s face to light up. “And I think you’re right. It’s time to make this thing official. We know a good patent lawyer, I know how to handle the FDA, we can hire a graphic designer and you know all about marketing… it’s a no brainer.”
“Yes, Gabriel! We have the customer base already, and we’re already making good money. Imagine how big this will grow once we put the resources into it. Pun intended.”
“Let’s do it.”
Gabriel kissed Knight on the lips, hoisted himself off the couch, and headed to the kitchen. Knight watched adoringly as his man waddled off. He opened up the cabinet and retrieved a container of Pure Gains. Holding it up, he turned to Knight with a smile.
“For old times sake.”
Moments later they sat on the couch chugging their shakes and rubbing one another’s stomachs. Somehow despite dozens of pounds, tens of stretch marks, and several new wardrobes over the years, Knight still felt small next to his boyfriend. Indeed, their ratio of mass remained uneven. It was almost comical that no matter how big Knight grew, Gabriel was always that much larger. Typically, it gave Knight a goal to work towards. Although now, looking at Gabriel, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be that fat. Could he even handle that?
Knight had watched as certain aspects of daily life changed entirely for Gabriel. People treated him differently after a certain size. Sixteen inch toilets were getting hard to manage and restaurant booths were a gamble. In many ways, Gabriel had to adjust his way of life to accommodate for his heft. Thinking about it gave Knight a throbbing hard on, but he wasn’t sure if he could handle those changes himself.
“Say, speaking of the customer base,” Gabriel piped up. “Have you heard from Jett lately?”
Knight took the last sip of his shake and shoved his hands under the warm embraces of Gabriel’s overhang. This was his favorite hiding spot as of late. Once underneath, he was pleased to discover Gabriel’s stiff prick. It was like a hard carrot lost inside a warm bowl of pudding. He gripped it in his fist.
“No, actually I haven’t. He hasn’t posted in awhile either, but I know he was talking about some new encourager he met. Some beautiful man from Mexico or something?”
“Strange.” Gabriel sighed in pleasure and lifted his overhang back with one hand so Knight could get down to business more efficiently. He then pulled Knight in closer with his other hand and kissed him on the head. “Perhaps he’s found his own encourager to fall in love with
