New Year's Resolution - Part 5

Nick stretched at his desk, working out the kinks from sitting for such a prolonged period. It had been a long day programming and he was glad to see it end.

From down the hall, he heard Gram let out a loud belch. It was something he’d gotten used to over the year since he’d moved in with Gram. The man was constantly eating, and consequently constantly passing gas in one form or another.

Hauling himself out of his chair, Nick was mildly dismayed to find he was stuck. Shimmying slightly, he managed to extract himself from between the chair’s arms and his office chair fell back to the floor with the clatter of plastic wheels on plastic wrappers. He’d have to get a new chair soon, he thought. One that was the same size as Gram’s.

That was fine--the company would pay for it.

Things had gotten much better for the pair. After starting their relationship their workspace had deteriorated to the point where no one, not even the custodial staff, dared walk there. The company still valued their work, but for the sake of health and safety they set it up such that they could continue to work from home.

It was a dream come true for the both of them. Never having to leave the house, always ordering in whatever they needed online--it allowed them to spend their days doing what they loved most.

And what they loved most was mostly eating and fucking.

Work got in the way, as it always does, but once they’d clocked out for the day it was time to let loose.

In their case, letting loose wasn’t hard. Neither of them wore clothes anymore anyways.

As Nick padded down the hallway he noted how it was no longer a simple matter traversing their house. The garbage had actually become less dense since they started working from home, instead accumulating in great piles where they slept and worked, so it wasn’t that.

Nick had just gotten bigger. Much bigger.

It had been a long time since he’d seen his feet without sitting down first. Nick’s stomach stuck out long enough he had trouble making she he wasn’t about to step on a discarded pizza crust. His love handles would occasionally brush the walls and more than occasionally strike a door jam. His arms were held out at an angle from the ring of fat that encircled his chest, and everywhere he felt the constant rub of skin on skin from his many folds.

Of course, it was nothing compared to Gram.

Getting to his office, he was impossible to miss. Even from behind the mountains of discarded food containers and empty soda cans, an even larger mountain was visible. They didn’t make a chair large enough for Gram, so he simply sat on a cushion with his back against the wall, a very clear outline of sweat identifying exactly where he’d normally rest. His keyboard now sat on his surging belly, his chubby fingers tapping away despite the fact they were each twice the size of the keys he struck. Nick could never figure out how Gram did it, but he managed.

“Hey, it’s quittin’ time.”

Gram’s sunken eyes brightened, his jowls wobbling as he looked up at his chunky lover. “Sweet! Perfect timing. I was starting to get a bit pent up,” Gram said, then reached as far as his own enormity allowed and lifted the side of his apron, exposing the already glistening nub of his cock.

This was the best part of Nick’s day.

Practically swimming through the refuse, he prostrated himself beneath Gram’s expansive bulk while his enormous lover tried to pull back enough of his fupa to expose even an inch of his cock. It had mostly become buried as the pounds kept piling on, but Nick didn’t mind. It was part of the fun.

With both hands Nick pushed at Gram’s sweat-slicked groin, exposing a good several inches of shaft. He tugged it a few times with one hand, using Gram’s pre as lubricant, before he dove headlong beneath the cresting wave of his belly to take as much of Gram into his mouth as he could.

From above he heard a muffled moan as Gram released his flab which surged forward to completely envelop Nick in a smothering embrace. This was a game they regularly played, to see how long Nick could such the larger man off before he ran out of oxygen. He’d developed some pretty amazing lung capacity as a result, being able to hold his break and still provide oral stimulation for nearly a minute.

But inevitably he tapped out, and Gram obligingly lifted his apron to allow Nick to escape. He gasped for air for a few moments before diving back down, and then the cycle repeats itself all over again.

Perhaps 50 pounds ago Nick was able to stimulate the behemoth man to orgasm, but not now. Now, this was merely foreplay.

“Alright, let’s go to the bedroom. Help me up,” Gram grunted, signaling his readiness.

It was difficult getting Gram to stand. Nick braced his entire body to haul Gram from where he’d wedged himself and it very nearly wasn’t enough. But with a stumble forward that sent his entire body into a near endless quake, Gram got his footing and began to lumber his way to the bedroom.

It took five minutes for Gram to waddle the short distance from his office to the bedroom. He had to stop twice just to catch his breath, and once to shove aside a towering stack of pizza boxes. He nearly fell when he scattered them all over the various refuse that covered the hallway.

Finally arriving at the bedroom he flopped atop a stained and ripped mattress. There was no frame--none could possibly withstand the combined weight of both Nick and Gram--so the mattress just lay on the floor, the discarded remnants of food packaging lining the walls around them.

Gram lay on his back and immediately hoisted his belly once more, exposing his dick still dripping with Nick’s saliva.

The way the two made love had also changed since moving in together. As much as Nick loved the feeling of Gram’s weight bearing down on him, the larger man simply found it impossible to maintain the motion necessary to gratify either himself or his partner. And besides that, with all of Gram’s flab hanging beneath him, he simply couldn’t find Nick’s hole to insert himself anyway.

Instead, Nick took the more active role. Backing himself into Gram’s pelvis, he found the hard nub of his dick and sat down, feeling it easily push past his outer ring. Then he began to bounce slowly, feeling both himself and gram’s bodies sway with the motion of their lovemaking.

Despite not doing any of the work, Gram still built up a sweat as his heart rate increased. Nick, on the other hand, was quickly drenched in sweat after even a minute of movement, liquid pouring off his rotund form to pool on Gram’s lap and combine with the copious amount of pre already leaking from his hole.

This was perhaps the most exercise Nick ever received, but he did it frequently enough that he had the endurance and musculature to maintain his pace for some time. Intellectually he knew this kind of effort would keep him from ever achieving the size of Gram, but it was a small price to pay for the kind of pleasure it gave him. And besides, he didn’t want to be the larger one in the relationship.

Although he couldn’t see, he heard Gram begin to munch from a nearby bag of chips, the crunching sound mixing with the constant squelch of Gram’s pelvis slamming into his rear.

Nick could feel himself close in on his orgasm. At some point in the past few months, Nick had stopped needing to grasp himself, his own gut now hanging far enough that it sandwiched his dick against Gram’s thighs and provided just enough friction to get him off. As Nick grew so too did the friction, until now it barely took him anytime at all to cum.

He kept it quiet for Gram. Even as his jizz leaked out he kept going, bouncing up and down, hearing the squelch of Gram’s dick enter and exit him. Gram took longer to cum.

But not too long. Soon, Nick heard a clatter as Gram threw away the bag of chips and gripped his love handles fiercely. This was the only time Gram actually moved, thrusting into Nick with power that he never exhibited in any other activity. It was like getting fucked by a mountain. A soft, squishy mountain.

Gram came with a shout, filling Nick to capacity and adding to the stains already covering the bare mattress. He came for some time, and Nick relished each pulse as he felt the only hard portion of Gram’s body twitch and spew inside him.

Once Gram’s vibrations fell back to normal levels, Nick knew he was done. He extracted himself and looked back at his titanic lover, covered in sweat from head to toe and covered in cum from the groin down, and thought he was the luckiest guy in the world.