George Knopf
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Brothers or Boyfriends: Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2024-07-14 15:00:03 +0000 UTCKenneth pulled up his new gym shorts. The XL size and four way stretch was a real lifesaver after his previous pair ripped apart at the gym. The only thing was that they were so short. Obviously he knew that when buying them, and he did enjoy showing off his ever-beefier legs as well as the ventilation. That said, he was about to meet some friends for a yoga class who he hadn’t seen in thirty pounds or more and he felt a little exposed.
The four inch seam let it all hang out, including the red stretch marks that popped up on his inner thighs last week. As Cristoff enjoyed pointing out, he wasn’t just outgrowing his shorts, he was outgrowing his own body. Kenneth sighed. It was what he signed up for after all, and he couldn’t deny that the sight of them made him a little hard. In fact, he wondered if he should jerk off before the class just to be safe.
He threw on his favorite gym tee and immediately knew it was not going to work. He liked it for the way it hugged his curves and let his belly hang out with certain movements, but it would’ve been hopeless for yoga. As he dug through his closet he realized nothing was going to work until he remembered that Cristoff had forgotten one of his stringer tanks at Kenneth’s place. Kenneth fished it out of the hamper and tried it on. His tits were hanging out but at least his belly was covered.
There wasn’t enough time to jerk off so he headed out the door. As he approached the yoga studio anxiety flooded his body. He hadn’t done yoga in ages and god knows it wasn’t going to be easy with his new physique. Hell, even tying his shoes was getting uncomfortable these days. To top it off, most of the people he was meeting had no idea he’d gotten so big. A couple of them he’d hung out with at a bar earlier in the year, but he’d grown even more since then. He took a deep breath as he approached the group standing outside. No one even noticed him at first.
“Kenneth?” someone said.
“Holy shit, Kenneth! I didn’t…” they looked at his belly and then his chest, “woah.”
Kenneth gave the obligatory hugs and hellos as people marveled at the swollen man their friend had become.
“Don’t you know it’s cutting season?”
“I gotta say, I heard you had bulked up but I didn’t realize the, uh… extent.”
“I’m a bulking boy, what can I say!” Kenneth tried to make light of it but everyone just stared awestruck.
“No shit.”
“I’ve been seeing someone,” Kenneth was searching for a way to justify his appearance. “He’s a bear, actually. So yeah, I think there’s been some relationship weight for sure.” He laughed awkwardly.
“Class is about to start, let’s head in.”
Kenneth trailed behind the rest hoping the worst of it was over. He reached for his phone to text Cristoff and realized he had forgotten it on the counter at home. He sighed and grabbed a yoga mat.
The class started normally, sitting down, legs crossed, with hands in a prayer. At that moment, for the first time, Kenneth discovered he could no longer sit cross legged. His legs were simply too bulky. He wondered when this had happened and realized he barely ever sat on the ground anymore. Why would he? Then he would just have to get back up. His days were mostly spent in a chair or in bed if he wasn’t at the gym.
They did some deep breathing and arm stretches which felt good, and then moved into cat and cow pose. Already, Kenneth felt awkward. On all fours, his belly hung below him quite heavily. This position reminded him of getting fucked by Cristoff. Thoughts of sex flashed across his minds eye: his body jiggling ferociously, Cristoff smacking his ass, their flesh clapping together. He started to get hard.
They progressed into downward dog which required Kenneth to spread his knees wide to accommodate his belly. He knew that this position was supposed to be an easy one but he was already struggling as they lifted their waists upward. He broke a sweat as they pulled a leg in and were instructed to move into a triangle pose. Kenneth knew this was not going to happen. He could hardly even pull his leg in with all the belly fat in the way.
At that moment the instructor swooped in and guided him into a modified pose that was still a strain. He felt embarrassed. And sweaty. He was majorly struggling as they switched sides and then moved into a lunge. His legs were strong but he had a lot of mass to hold up. His body quivered and beads of sweat fell from his brow. He could tell some of his friends were eyeing him from nearby.
After ten more minutes of committing to the grueling routine, Kenneth knew his time was nearly up. He began to plan his exit and when they moved into child’s pose he made a swift move for the door. Well, as swift as any man of size can make. He emerged into the fresh outside air breathing heavily. He wiped his brow and whiffed a delicious smell. It was the donut shop across the street. He knew what he had to do.
He inhaled three donuts easily. Cristoff had gotten him used to five in one sitting after all. He still had time before the class was out so he went to the smoothie place next door and ordered a peanut butter protein shake. He sat outside and gulped the shake down. The pressure of his stomach on the elastic waistband of his shorts was intoxicating and he began to get hard once again. An aging muscle gay with a pot belly passed by walking his dog and Kenneth soaked up every inch of the man with his eyes. The ass fat wobbling in his gym shorts as he walked away caused Kenneth’s cock to extend into a full erection. If it wasn’t for public decency he could have yanked one out right then and there.
Eventually, he returned to the yoga studio where his lean friends raved about the class before cracking jokes about Kenneth not being able to see it through. He sensed a degree of disdain in these comments which he found upsetting. He didn’t mind some casual jokes at the obvious changes to his body. But who were they to judge? He headed home with a bitter taste in his mouth.
When he unlocked his door he saw Cristoff waiting for him with a scowl. There was no take out or gainer shakes on the counter which he had come to expect of his boyfriend.
“What’s up?” Kenneth asked.
“You’ve been texting him.”
“Who?”
“Don’t act dumb. Jude, that’s who. You’re fat fucking straight fantasy boyfriend you think is in love with you. Who else?”
“Well, what does it matter if he’s straight?”
“Come on Kenneth, we both know how much he matters to you.”
