Fatter - Part 4

“I’m gonna need your number before you leave. A man with your talent is not someone I throw away,” he said.

“Sure, but… Hey, what’s your name?”

“Reggie,” he said.

“Great, thanks Reggie. Um, I’ll give you my number, but you gotta help me find Weck.”

Reggie made a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a scoff. “Fuck, you think I don’t want to find him too? If Wick don’t want to be found, he ‘aint gonna be found.”

“Wait--you’re looking for him too?”

“Mhmm. Fucker cursed me. That fine ass you so recently satisfied is basically the only way I can get off, but I gotta have one hell of a fuck. Seems like you got what it takes,” Reggie said while reaching over to his bedside table for a cigarette.

“Yeah, uh, which is a little weird. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked like that before. And I think Weck might’ve… cursed me too.”

Reggie raised an eyebrow so I just kept talking. “I used to be… thinner. But then Wick said something and every day I’ve been gaining weight. And yesterday, he just sort of made a face at me and I’ve been ludicrously horny ever since.” Even then, I could feel my balls roiling in their sack, gearing up to demand yet more attention.

“Huh,” Reggie grunted. “So Wick made you all this?” I nodded. “Well. Seems he’s got a sense of humor. You might look like a tub of goo but you fuck like a brick shithouse, which is the only thing that seems to satisfy.”

Reggie lit his cigarette and blew a puff of smoke. “I hope you find Wick. And when you do, I hope he helps you out. But I’ve spent years trying to find that man. So when you give up, you give me a ring. And in the meantime, why don’t we go one more time for the road?”

I was already hard, so who was I to say no?

After another marathon session that ended in both of us cumming in quantities that seemed impossible, I got Reggie’s number and left to see if I could find Wick. As Reggie expected, I was totally unsuccessful.

Tomorrow I’d be fatter. The day after, I’d be fatter still. And I had no idea how to stop it.

It had been weeks since Reggie and I first hooked up. I’d gotten strangely used to my new, fat self. Even if that fat self was continually getting larger with each passing day.

Just how much larger had become a mystery. I’d long since gone past the 350 pound maximum of my scale, but judging by the width of the person staring at myself in the mirror, I’d say I was somewhere just north of 400 pounds.

Things were still difficult, but less so now. Not because I was any less encumbered by my own bulk--I’d just started figuring out ways around it. And my body had started adapting on its own, somehow. I was able to bend my legs further so that I could still put on socks, and I’d purchased a pair of wide-soled shoes with zip-tie laces so that they were easier to take on and off without bending over. I bought a long-handled brush to use in the shower, and I’d traded in my little car for a used SUV. It wasn’t as good on gas, but at least I could fit behind the wheel.

Although for how long was a question I couldn’t answer.

I’d also purchased a new wardrobe--4XL was about my size, but I’d purchased a few 5XL for when those articles finally made it seem like I wasn’t wearing a tent. The thought didn’t thrill me, but neither did it fill me with dread anymore. It was just my life now.

I was still horny all the time, but I had two weapons to combat that problem. First was a new Hitachi wand that I’d bought since it was starting to get a little hard to reach. That thing gave me a few extra inches of reach and made my entire pubic region vibrate, which was a sensation I’d never experienced before. It was amazing and it made sure that I stayed satisfied. Most of the time.

For the rest, there was Reggie. My bulk was starting to make our trysts difficult to complete, but we’d gotten creative with positioning. Our favorite was a reverse cowboy that allowed him to wedge himself underneath my gut so his ass would push back the fat surrounding my cock. The other was standing position with Reggie jackknifed over so that he was once again wedged beneath my belly and between my thighs. That last one got him off 99% of the time.

But it was a number that was falling. I was still getting bigger, and even with this strange new stamina (at least, when it came to sex), pretty soon no amount of creativity will outmaneuver simple physics.

The day when I was too fat to fuck Reggie was coming. And without Wick there to reverse this curse, there was nothing we could do to stop it.