George Knopf
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The Weight of Reality: Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2024-08-25 15:00:32 +0000 UTCBret’s speedo was painfully crushing his junk. There was simply not enough fabric to contain both his bubble butt and his girthy dick. He tried adjusting himself but it was no use. These briefs needed to be retired. Unfortunately, the producers had organized a scene of everyone lounging out by the pool in their skimpiest swimwear and Bret had no other option with him. He kept the speedo on, his ass hanging out of the back and his love handles and belly muffin topping over the waistband. He threw some shorts over them.
When he entered the backyard one of the producers immediately pulled him aside and said that the shorts have to go. Bret knew it was for ratings, but even still he loathed the idea of being seen packed into that undersized swimwear. Nevertheless, he did as he was told. He dropped trow and headed to the one open lounge chair.
“Hey, Dennis,” Bret said. “Can you lotion my back?”
Dennis spread the suntan lotion over the wide expanse of Bret’s back. The v-shape he once sported was now swallowed up by gooey love handles. Dennis’s fingers sunk into Bret’s juicy warm flesh. The hand contact felt good and Bret found his libido stirring to attention once again from Dennis’s touch. He needed to get off so badly. Once they finished, Bret cracked a beer and lowered himself onto the lounge chair.
It immediately collapsed beneath him. He lay on the ground stunned. There was no way this wasn’t staged. He laid on these chairs just yesterday! Besides, Vince had a good twenty pounds on him and his didn’t collapse. Bret rose to his feet while some of the guys jeered. Once he got up he realized something even more embarrassing: his speedo had ripped up the ass upon impact. Bret felt up his exposed buttocks as every camera scanned his body up and down.
“Woops!” he said rather knowingly. “Guess I’ve put on some weight.”
He ran off to the bathroom and by the time he arrived he was nearly hard. He stripped the tattered swimsuit off and tossed it aside, his dick now fully erect. He pushed his foreskin back slowly and then began to pump. He couldn’t help but moan a little bit. His balls instantly contracted and he was already ready to orgasm when he heard someone shuffle outside his door. It was a camera guy, obviously. And then he heard the words: “I think he’s jerking off.” The attention only made Bret more aroused. He grunted a big sigh of relief as he let his load splatter into the sink. “Can we even air that?” he heard a voice say.
Later that day they had a grueling physical challenge where they had to roll a boulder up a hill over and over again. It seemed unfair to the women who didn’t stand a chance compared to their burly male counterparts. Even so, the men still struggled in their own right. Many of them had stopped hitting the gym long ago and all of them struggled with stamina since putting on so much weight. Ultimately, it was Vince and one of the girls who went home.
Vince was nearly too fat to function. At his short height the weight gain had left him the most visibly porky, with a belly and thighs that made it hard for him to even bend over. By the end of the challenge he was pouring sweat, sunburned, and gasping for air. He looked like an overripe tomato that was about to burst. He came in very last and just ahead of him was Olivia. They left the villa looking tragically disappointed just like all of the other losers.
That evening, the whole house could feel the burn in their muscles. Maddie and Valerie sat by themselves, strategizing while picking at salads. They avoided the alcohol they normally drank in order to stay sharp. The four remaining men continued their spate of gluttony with large plates of food and several rounds of beer. Bret made sure to stick near Dennis all day and night, patting him on the back in encouragement and shooting him charming glances. Jonny and Dubs formed their own duo, suspicious of all the rest, yet preferring to stick near the men who at least enjoyed eating and having fun.
Like clockwork the men found themselves on the couch. Bret sat right next to Dennis, his arms on the back of the couch and softly caressing Dennis’s shoulder. Jonny and Dubs were not far away either while the heavy scent of musky booze hung over the room. All of the men’s bulges sat perky between their thick legs, eager for a warm hole.
“I’m so fuckin’ horny guys,” Jonny declared. “Maddie and Valerie are such cunts for not putting out. Don’t they know that’s the whole point of the…” He stopped himself from breaking the fourth wall. “The whole reason why we’re here.”
Bret moved his hand from Dennis’s shoulder to his thigh, where he squeezed the thick slab of meat. Slowly he moved his hand higher up until he could feel the warmth emanating from Dennis’s crotch. Dubs eyed the situation curiously. Dennis pushed his hips forward a bit encouraging Bret’s wandering hand. Bret accepted the invitation and cupped Dennis’s bulge. It was warm and pulsing. Bret could feel Dennis’s hard on growing beneath his palm.
“Yeah, fuck them,” Dubs made eye contact with Jonny and then nodded his head towards what was happening between the other men on the couch. “I mean, who needs chicks anyway.”
“Oh,” Jonny said moments before Dubs placed his hand on Jonny’s bloated belly. “Yeah,” Jonny sounded hesitant but his body leaned towards Dubs anyway. “Who needs ‘em.”
Jonny and Dubs locked lips. Dennis was now fully erect and Bret was rubbing the man’s shaft through his shorts. Dennis leaned in and kissed Bret while snaking his hand down Bret’s shorts. Bret’s ass was fat as hell and Dennis took a generous squeeze of the cellulite. Jonny and Dubs locked tongues while Jonny cupped Dubs’ left pec. Dubs had the biggest tits of all the guys. They started out as pecs but now they folded over into man boobs. Jonny gave it a good squeeze.
Dennis was now gushing precum. It was soaking through his shorts and Bret knew what had to be done. He hoped Dennis liked to bottom because that was the only way he would allow himself to finish. Bret looked over at the couple next to him; they were fully going at it. Jonny’s hips were thrusting against Dubs whose shirt was nearly off and exposing the plumpness of his belly and tits which Jonny rapturously squeezed. They weren’t contractually allowed to fuck in communal spaces, so Bret invited Dennis back to his room. He turned back and looked at the other two curiously.
“You guys come too,” Bret said.
All four men stood up, their erection pitching tents beneath their short shorts. Dennis and Jonny were visibly wet too. Dennis led the way to Bret’s room while Bret admired the view of Dennis’s fat ass cheeks rolling back and forth beneath his shorts. Jonny was breathing heavily behind Bret and even reached out to cup Bret’s ass as they walked down the hallway. Dubs trailed in the back, his fleshy rolls were exposed and flushed pink with desire.
One by one they entered Bret’s room and crawled onto his messy bed to form a heap of overfed testosterone-laden bodies. The door shut and the entire film crew looked at each other with mouths agape. They sat silently, capturing the sounds of the men fucking: grunts, sighs, expletives, and plump flesh slapping together.
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Nick
“Plump flesh slapping together” 😳🥵
