Blackmailed - Part 6

His original plan was to work hard to maintain some semblance of normalcy by working out. Keeping his muscles strong meant that Liam wouldn’t be quite the lumbering buffoon that he felt he was becoming. Unfortunately for him, Noah changed all that.

Every workout ended in sex. Then sometimes before. Then sometimes during. Then workouts were forgotten altogether in favor of steamy fuck sessions. Noah said they just working out a different way, but Liam knew that was a lie. The evidence was right there in his waistline.

What felt like a plateau before had long since been smashed and Liam no longer had any difficulty gaining week after week. In fact, he was even beating his targets by a pound or two consistently thanks to Noah’s sabotage--not that Liam was complaining.

In fact, he was in love. Although he’d never admit it.

It was more than just the endless sex, although that was a big part of it. Noah made everything easier. He’d bring him breakfast in bed, help him tie his shoes, and order his servants to get him an expanded wardrobe seemingly just before outgrowing his largest pair of pants. Liam wanted for nothing and his days were filled with a kind of bliss than he’d never experienced before.

So distracted he was with his new boy-toy that Liam hardly batted an eye when he woke up one day to see the number “500” displayed on his scale. It was just a number, after all.

Other things weren’t just a number, like how he could barely reach his own dick (good thing he had Noah to get him off) or how he needed help to get at those hard to reach spots in the shower (Noah loved scrubbing his back folds) or how even the few stairs in Liam’s condo were getting too much for him to deal with (Noah had already gotten a contractor to install an industrial elevator next week).

All he had to do was keep meeting his weight quotas every two weeks and everything would stay as blissful as it was now. Even Noah seemed to be encouraging of his gains, which seemed odd. Liam had never told him he was intentionally gaining weight--Noah just loved every new pound and seemed to genuinely want more.

Not even two months after they first met, Noah moved into Liam’s condo. Every morning was met by one or two things: a blowjob, breakfast, or both.

This morning was blowjobs, as Liam roused from sleep to the familiar sensation of Noah’s head pressed as far into his crotch as Liam’s fat would allow.

Liam squirmed slightly and moaned, just to let Noah know he was awake and very much appreciating the help with his morning wood. If Noah hadn’t been there, there’d be little Liam could do about it. He could technically reach his cock if he were to use his other hand to hoist his belly out of the way, but the weight was so great and his cock so far that actually achieving orgasm was impossible to do before Liam ran completely out of breath.

But that wasn’t a problem. He had Noah. And Noah was very good and what he did.

Liam head a brief and sharp inhalation before feeling Noah’s mouth engulf his dick once more. For Noah, oral was a lot like diving: with Liam’s flab forming an air-tight seal around his face, sucking him off required some intense breath control. Noah was already in great shape, but after spending almost every morning going down on the 500-pound Liam meant he had the lungs of an Olympic swimmer.

A few more breaths and Liam began to grab and knead his own stomach just like smaller men would grab at the bed sheets. It told Noah that he was getting close, along with the constant taste of precum on his lips.

One more breath and Liam came. Somehow, his massive weight gain caused Liam’s cum to shoot out as though pressurized, like his own hefty lard was squeezing the jizz out of him as he shuddered in ecstasy. Noah swallowed quickly, know that if he didn’t his mouth wouldn’t be able to contain the load.

Eventually, Liam’s violent contortions slowed, although the rippling of his flesh continued for some minutes afterward. Noah stayed beneath him, his mouth still pressed tightly into Liam’s crotch. His lungs burned for air, but it was like a game for him now. His record was almost a minute down there sipping the last of Liam’s cum from his still-solid cock.

After counting to 61, Noah finally extracted himself and breathed deeply, a look of triumph on his face.

“What’s the look for?” Liam asked lazily.

“Oh nothing,” replied Noah. “How about pancakes for breakfast?”

“Yes please!”