Introducing Guinea Pig 011. Let's See How Fat We Can Get This One Before He Fails Too.

Introducing guinea pig 011. Let's see how fat we can get this one before he fails too.

Feeling hungry… go on get me something to eat and I’ll let ya rub it~😈

All rise

A rounding holiday Part 1.

GAY WEIGHTGAIN

As quickly as his legs could carry him, Brian hurried with small steps towards the bus that was about to pull up. Running was not his favorite activity. Never been. It was already dark and drizzling, but nevertheless the sidewalk was busy. The lights of his school behind him and the tall office buildings surrounding it reflected in the puddles of rainwater on the ground, which Brian tried to avoid. His new, sporty shoes were nice to look at, but he had recently discovered that they were not waterproof. He clumsily dodged large groups of oncoming people who, just like him, were trying to avoid the puddles and wanted to get home with the same speed. His body was not slender, his movements were not graceful, and the raindrops on his thick glasses obstructed clear vision. It wouldn't be the first time he rudely pushed someone aside. Unintentionally, because Brian was not the type of person who harmed others for his own gain. On the contrary. With a red and sweaty face from exertion, he panted as he climbed the bus and looked for a place to sit. The narrow aisle was not made for his size and many times his body collided with another's. He was used to angry looks, although he preferred to look at friendly faces. Halfway down the bus, near the back doors, there were two spots left, spacious enough to sit down. With a soft groan and clumsy movements, he got the backpack off his broad back, plopped down on the spot by the window and placed his backpack next to him. His heart pounded wildly in his chest and it took a moment for his breathing to calm down enough to supply his body with enough oxygen. The jeans were tight on his thick legs, but Brian had decided not to buy a larger size again. He had already gotten a new coat last week. He could hardly close the old one anymore. After Tobias had pushed hard, Brian had stepped on a scale for the first time in months, perhaps even a year. He weighed 310 pounds. Immediately he’d turned his head and got away from the scale. He was not proud of his weight and serious plans to go on a diet crossed his mind. This time he was really going to do it, if necessary with the help of medication. An appointment with the doctor had already been made. In two weeks, on Monday morning. He also registered online at the local gym a month ago. He had not yet found time to exercise as he was too busy studying software engineering. Or gaming, his favorite hobby. Brian hated the idea of ​​having to exercise. He just didn't like to exercise that much, especially not between those studs you meet in a gym. If only he were more like Tobias. He trained almost every evening. Opposites attract, he had once read. Brian smiled wryly at the thought as the bus drove through busy streets, raindrops on the windows scattering the lights of the city.

Three years ago, Brian had found an apartment not far from a bus stop. It wasn't very big; A bedroom, bathroom and living room/kitchen where the dining table was also used for studying. After all, it was his studies that had lured him to the city in the first place. It had not been easy for Brian, those first three years. Actually it has never been really easy for him. He had always been on the fat side, didn't exercise much and he liked to eat. He weighed 265 pounds when he arrived at the city and he managed to maintain this weight for a long time by eating less than he used to. Sometimes he even ate vegetables. But in the past year he had gained about 50 pounds... Tobias was a sociable, well-spoken boy who had been working for a number of years in the kitchen of Pizza's 'n Donuts, a lunchroom on the other side of the city. He was a qualified chef who liked to try new recipes. Brian had met him by chance, when he was shopping for a new and less tight shirt and ordered a salmon sandwich at the lunchroom. Tobias himself then appeared from the kitchen to serve the sandwich and have a nice conversation. Less than a month later he had moved in with Brian. He still loved to talk about their first meeting and how he saw the most beautiful man he had ever seen walk in from the kitchen. Brian thought it was exaggerated, but Tobias didn't care. With a flourish, Brian threw his backpack on the floor and hung his coat on the coat rack. The white shirt he wore did not hide the curves of his large body. His heavy underbelly hung over the buttons of his tight jeans and his love handles bulged over his wide hips. Two clearly visible breasts moved violently with the movements of his arms. Breathing heavily like a locomotive, Brian moved from the hall to the living room. The smell of delicious food already greeted him. As usual when Tobias got home before him, the dining table was already set and full of steaming pans.

“Hey, honey,” Brian said to the tough-looking boy with short curly, bleached hair and tanned skin, who unsuspectingly sniffed the scent of the contents of one of the pans.

“Hey, beautiful man,” Tobias replied with a broad smile.

He walked over to Brian and gave him a kiss on the cheek with his full lips. It was clear that Tobias regularly went to a gym. His tight shirt showed off well-developed pecs and even some of his abs. Two muscular arms protruded from the short sleeves and with his large hands he rubbed Brian's back and gently squeezed a love handle.

'Flamboyant Brazilian!' Brian thought, laughing as he pushed the hand away. 

Squeezing his love handles made him feel uncomfortable.

*

Tobias looked mischievously over the pans at Brian, who was eating tastefully from the mountain of food on his plate. Tobias had prepared his favorite sausages. Four of them were half-hidden under a mountain of gratinated mashed potatoes drizzled with a thick, flavorful gravy. He had already finished a deep plate of thickened tomato soup with cream and croutons. Smiling broadly, Brian looked back as he broke off a piece of baguette and spread it with herb butter. Rain pattered on the window. A flash of lightning. It thundered in the distance.

“It's going to storm tonight,” Tobias said, after swallowing a slice of cucumber.

His plate was more modest than Brian's. A pile of cooked rice, spicy chicken filet and cucumber slices on a bed of string beans. Brian nodded his head. His mouth was too full to say anything. With difficulty, he swallowed the half-chewed food in one go.

'How was your day?'

A stupid question, because he already knew the answer. Tobias only had good days. Even if they weren't good, they were still good. Sometimes Brian was irritated by his boyfriend's cheerfulness. Nobody has only good days, right? But it was nice that Tobias was never negative. Just like that one time his car broke down and he had to walk home through the pouring rain. He stood at the door with a big smile. Or when he had an argument with his boss and almost got fired. Tobias started looking for other work as if nothing had happened.

“It was a good day,” Tobias replied as expected, after swallowing a piece of chicken.

His eyes followed the movements, as Brian scooped up another heap of mashed potatoes and began to eat it greedily. He seemed pleased that his cooking skills were appreciated. Soon after moving in, he noticed that Brian was a big eater who tried to restrain himself.

They regularly had conversations about Brian's weight and how much he wanted to lose some. His parents even blamed Tobias for his weight gain and he had to hear several times how unhealthy being overweight was. Ultimately, Tobias chose not to be present when Brian's parents came to visit. But he continued to cook delicious food for his boyfriend. As usual, Brian remained seated while Tobias partially cleared the table. He leaned back comfortably, giving his full stomach room to do its work, as Tobias reappeared with dessert. He placed a large bowl on the table with what looked like chocolate pudding.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said mischievously as he returned to his chair and Brian filled his plate with pudding.

Brian looked at him curiously when it turned out that the dessert was not the intended surprise. There was that piercing, mischievous look again.

“I have booked a holiday.”

Brian stood in his bedroom, hesitating. He looked at the clothes in his wardrobe and tried to distinguish between what still fit him and what no longer fit. There were still some brightly colored shirts, but they were from years ago so they could be thrown away. There was an open suitcase on his bed.

“What a fool!” he thought.

“He just booked a holiday without consulting me first.”

Brian knew all too well that Tobias was the one with a job. He was the one who made money. Then he could spend it however he wanted, right? Brian sat down on the edge of his bed. How sweet of Tobias that he wanted to go on holiday with him. Brian often wondered what Tobias saw in him. He was not handsome, not rich, nor very socially skilled. They will leave tomorrow morning. By car. Tobias had heard about a beautiful and nice hotel with large rooms and a swimming pool. Brian didn't want the pool. He didn't like swimming. Then everyone would see his fat body. Brian stood up and put a pair of pants in his suitcase. Tobias could have gotten two weeks off from work, but Brian's studies continued as usual. He thought that was a bit strange, to go on holiday when it wasn't holiday time at all. Tobias insisted he came along. He even got a little angry when Brian asked if they could go on another date. A school holiday suited him better. But Brian hated seeing Tobias angry. He was good for him, so he had decided not to take classes for two weeks. Fortunately, Tobias was okay with taking his study books and notebook with him. Oh, notebook! Brian walked over to the dining room table where he always put his notebook, closed it and carefully placed it on his pants in the suitcase. Tobias had not told them where they were going. That was a surprise. All Brian knew was that it would be about a day's drive. Tobias had already packed his suitcase. Today was his last day of work before the holiday. He worked a late shift. And then he would stop by the gym. He wanted to say goodbye to his friends. Friends who had never understood what he was looking for in such an unhealthy fat guy. Brian had only seen his friends once, very early in their relationship. As he had expected, they were flashy boys from the street. They had looked at him with a dirty look, as if he were a worthless dog turd. He never saw them again afterwards. Tobias himself made sure that Brian and his friends remained separated. He hadn't liked how Brian was being treated either, but apparently he didn't want to drop them. Brian was at peace with it. He didn't want to decide for Tobias who he could hang out with. He was glad that Tobias didn't choose his friends over him.

*

They got up at four o'clock this morning to start the long drive to what Tobias thought was a fantastic hotel. Brian had trouble with it, even though he got to bed early the night before. He preferred to sleep in and was often late to attend early classes at school. Tobias had come home late from the gym. He had had a good time with his 'friends'. Brian hadn't even noticed that he had crawled into bed next to him. He slept too soundly for that. Of course Tobias had woken up before the alarm clock. He had made sandwiches for them to eat in the car. They would have lunch and dinner somewhere along the way. It sounded like a good plan, but the ride so far has been anything but pleasant. They didn't come across many restaurants, so lunch had to be skipped and Tobias took a wrong turn, making the ride much longer than expected. Brian wanted to complete a project for school, but his belly took up so much space that there wasn't enough room on his lap for the notebook. He already thought the car was too small for someone his size. His biggest irritation, however, was his appointment with the doctor to receive weight-loss medication, which could now not go ahead. He wanted to know why Tobias wanted to go on holiday just now, but he didn't answer. For the first time in their relationship he was grumpy himself. Because of his boyfriend's nagging and the long drive. Instead of a day, he had been driving for a day, night and morning. If he had known this, they would have taken the train. In his enthusiasm, he had not checked whether there were trains running nearby when booking the hotel room. The hotel was quite remote, so his thoughts were not realistic. He knew that he saw many things more positively than they actually were and that he was often seen as a funny clown who should not be taken too seriously. But this holiday was real and if the building looked anything like the pictures on the internet, it would be a great holiday. He became even grumpier as the vast countryside around them gave way to dense forests. It couldn't be here, could it? How was he supposed to tell Brian, who had struggled to give up his studies and weight-loss pills, that this vacation wasn't what he expected? Brian also had his doubts. The forest did not look fairytale like and the paved road slowly turned into a muddy sand path. Tobias remained silent as Brian started asking questions. The car creaked because of all the bumps in the road and their suitcases collided with each other and against the roof. For a moment it seemed as if they were stuck in the sand, but the wheels regained their traction and soon they were back on a paved road and leaving the forest. In the distance stood a large building on a hill, surrounded by a huge garden. Behind the hill the sea glittered in the sunlight.

They were both amazed after Tobias parked the car and they got out. A huge building stood before them. It looked like one of those old Victorian manors that you sometimes see in photos or movies. The high walls were made of white painted wood, as were many of the fences and pillars. The roofs looked like gold. They quickly counted the building as being 5 stories high and the tower they saw earlier towered high above them. The tense atmosphere disappeared immediately upon seeing the hotel. “Moonsun,” it said in large letters on the sign, next to an entrance to the vast garden that looked more like a huge park. There were wide walkways between flowerbeds and trees, fountains with benches to rest and bridges over water. The sea could not be seen from the parking lot. Hotel Moonsun was too big to look past. Tobias excitedly pulled the suitcases out of the trunk and hurriedly walked across the parking lot to the entrance of the garden. There he had seen a large door in the building when he drove into the parking lot. That must have been the entrance.

“Wait for me!” gasped Brian, who waddled after Tobias with much shorter steps.

He regretted his mean comments during the ride to the hotel. It looked nice here and it was probably very expensive. With red cheeks from exertion, he kissed Tobias, who was waiting for him with both suitcases in his hands. Tobias was relieved. The building looked even more beautiful than the pictures he had seen. The sun was shining brightly and there was no wind. An ideal moment. He didn't have to make a nasty announcement to Brian and he didn't have to apologize. A dark red carpet led to the large door that Tobias had seen earlier and was indeed the entrance to the hotel. The high and spacious lobby was covered with a soft salmon-colored carpet and decorated with artistic wood carvings, paintings and large pots full of tropical plants. While Tobias checked in with the friendly receptionist, Brian surveyed the people in the lobby. All cheerful-looking men. They wore loose casual clothes, colorful blouses and shorts. Some were in sneakers, others in sandals. They smiled at him, but Brian turned his head shyly to Tobias, who was explained how to find their room. Brian heard about the indoor pool and gym. There was even a cinema and a bowling alley. The outdoor swimming pool was temporarily closed for renovations. Once again Brian stared at those in the lobby. He noticed that many of the men were quite overweight. There were some who were even bigger than him. One was even supported by another man while walking. It was as if he could no longer support his own weight.

“I never want to be that fat,” Brian thought.

Suddenly he was pulled along by Tobias, who wanted to see their room as quickly as possible.

*

“Is this a gay hotel?” Brian asked suspiciously as they stood in the elevator, which was so big it could easily have been a freight elevator.

The curly cast iron railing that served as a door and prevented anyone from falling out of the elevator and the fine decorations in the wood of the walls made him realize that the elevator was intended for people.

“I don't think so,” he replied, looking at the pointer above him that showed which floor they were on.

He had not read on the internet that the hotel was only for gay men, but he had also noticed that there were no women walking around. Maybe the hotel specialized in groups of friends and is gay friendly. Otherwise the website would really say that only gays were allowed. How do you even check if a man is gay? And even if it were a gay hotel, so what? They were gay after all. Brian nodded in understanding. Yet he had no desire to be among gays. He had not had good experiences with large groups of gay men. After coming out, he soon discovered that his size was not accepted by them. He was hardly spoken to in pubs and was made to look like a fool. He also did not agree with conversations about make-up, the latest fashion and 'that handsome boy behind the bar'. Not that he wanted to talk about football and kickboxing, because he wasn't that tough, but something more masculine talk was welcome. With a loud 'ping' the elevator indicated that they had arrived on the third floor. The cast iron railing slid away with a slight rattle and the boys left the elevator, each carrying their own suitcase. Smiling, they looked through the large window overlooking the beach and the sea, after which they started looking for their room. They found it at the end of a long hallway, decorated with small chandeliers and (Brian noticed with surprise) paintings of food, such as a bowl of grapes, a chicken drumstick on a plate, and a roast pig with an apple in its mouth on a table. It made Brian hungry. Tobias waved it away with a smile and opened the thick, wooden bedroom door. They stared wide-eyed into the space beyond. An imposing four-poster bed, complete with dark blue velvet curtains, on a fluffy carpet filled a large part of the room. Just like the bedside tables, wardrobe and desk, it was richly decorated with wood carvings. The walls were emerald green, the curtains and their fringes looked like gold. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling in the center of the room amid beautifully shaped plasterwork.

“How expensive is this man?” Brian asked, after which he kissed Tobias on the cheek again.

Tobias remained silent. This was much nicer than he expected. And it wasn't that expensive at all.

“I'm going to take a shower,” Tobias said, after he had put his suitcase in a corner of the room.

Brian stared out the window. Unfortunately no view over the sea, but over the golden roof of a large space diagonally below them. A weathercock turned smoothly in the direction of the wind. A little further on was a large lake where swans swam, surrounded by benches. It formed the center of the garden.

“Wow, come and have a look!” came the voice from the bathroom.

Brian turned away from the window and looked blissfully into the room, until his gaze lingered over the bed, on a painting hanging on the wall. Like all the other paintings he had seen, this one looked very old. It was a painting of a black young man staring sadly at the bed. He appeared to be standing in a field, in front of a wide staircase leading to the entrance of a large building. Brian felt uneasy about the painting and walked over to Tobias. The bathroom was a large room with a lot of woodwork. The floor looked like marble and the tiles on the walls were like a mosaic showing flowers in warm colors. Above the wooden double sink hung a large mirror, wedged between ironwork in the shape of a fish. Between two wooden walls was a shower, spacious enough for four people, with two shower heads on the ceiling and two shower heads for hand use. The bath was the size of a jacuzzi, also placed between wooden elements, where there was a small staircase to get into it. Ornate lamps on the ceiling provided light and a small window decorated with stained glass provided a view of the woods.

“Wow,” was all Brian could say.

Laughing, he looked at Tobias, who walked naked to the shower, not hiding his thick member, which moved violently with his legs. He flexed his trained pecs and winked at Brian. With a movement of his head he gestured for Brian to come with him. The appearance of the hotel had made up for a lot. Brian no longer worried about school or going to the doctor. So far everything looked like fun. While Tobias was already in the shower, Brian hurriedly took off his clothes. After the awkward and tense car ride, he could use a hot shower. With a rough movement he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the bed. With one hand he held up his sagging underbelly so he could undo the buttons on his jeans. This went a little less smoothly than the shirt, but it worked. His whole body moved violently as he took off his shoes, followed by his pants. He farted, but Tobias didn't care. He was used to it. He even farted himself sometimes. It wasn't long before Brian also appeared naked in the bathroom. His dick was much smaller than Tobias's, half hidden in his fat pad and hidden behind his underbelly. He joined his boyfriend and kissed him on the lips.

“Thanks, honey,” he said, rubbing Tobias' bulbous, toned ass.

The warm water slid over his plump body as Tobias grabbed him tightly and gently bit on a large, pink nipple.

*

Tobias lay lazily on the bed, while Brian tried to close a pair of jeans that were slightly too tight.

“I'm really getting too fat, man,” he said, when the pants were closed and he carefully sat down next to Tobias on the edge of the bed, for fear that the button would pop off his pants. Tobias scrambled to get up, lifted Brian's shirt slightly and kissed the side of his belly.

'Be normal. You're beautiful like this,' he said.

In his mind, Brian stared at the painting with the black boy again. What was he supposed to do? He knew he had to lose weight for his health. But he also knew that Tobias didn't agree with that at all. He would never become a slender guy, but a few pounds... that would certainly improve his mobility. And it would become easier to buy clothes. XXL, he had already outgrown that and many clothing stores did not sell clothes that were even larger.

“Do you also think that is a creepy painting?” he suddenly asked.

Tobias looked up and looked at the dark boy, who looked back sadly. Tembe, son of Roda - 1752 he saw carved in the dark, wooden frame under the painting. It didn't seem to matter much to him. A painting was just a drawing. It doesn't do anything else, was his simple thought about it. Brian wanted to get it off the wall, but Tobias stopped him. He would protect him at night, when they would be in bed together. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Tobias shot up and jumped off the bed, while Brian looked at the door in shock. Could they have done something wrong? Standing in front of the door was a man in his late thirties, maybe early forties. His dark blond hair was combed straight back and with a cheerful smile he looked kindly at Tobias, then past him at Brian. He was wearing a black, smart suit and for a moment it seemed as if he was bowing slightly. 

'Is everything to your satisfaction, gentlemen?' he asked.

Tobias watched him as he stood with his body in front of the doorway so that the man could not enter. He nodded and turned his head to Brian, who was still sitting on the bed.

'Sure. Everything is fine here.”

“Good,” said the man.

He put his hands behind his back, stood up majestically and cleared his throat.

“Let me introduce myself,” he began.

“My name is Orlando. Orlando Lucus Tybalt Debois-Jumelet… But just call me Orlando. I am your butler.”

Tobias and Brian looked at each other and had the same thought. A butler? That sounded really cool.

“A butler?” Tobias repeated.

Orlando nodded.

“Or personal assistant, whatever you want to call it. I am here to make your stay pleasant and can help you with any questions or special wishes. Now I have come to tell you that lunch will be served any time and I would like to escort you to the lunch room.”

Tobias scratched his head. He had not expected this and wondered if he had missed something when booking on the internet. Brian got up from the bed and followed Tobias and Orlando down the long hallway to the elevator.

“Not everyone has a personal butler, I see,” Tobias suddenly said, after noticing that Orlando was not taking any other guests with him and they were the only ones in the elevator.

He had spent the entire walk wondering where he had indicated he wanted a butler. Not that he minded (Orlando made him feel very special), but that butler certainly wasn't free. This situation reminded him of the moment he arrived in the city from Brazil and thought he was getting a free bike at the airport. That mistake cost him $800. Or that time he thought he had won a free ice cream, yet he had to pay for that as well.

“That's right,” Orlando replied.

'Not everyone gets a butler. “You booked me during the reservation.”

Confused, Tobias looked from the floor indicator in the elevator door to the butler, then to Brian… and back to the butler.

“I can't imagine that…”

Orlando smiled and looked at Brian, who was watching Tobias with a worried expression. He also understood that if the butler was not booked, a fairly high bill would probably follow.

“Gentlemen, don't worry,” Orlando said with a wink.

'I assure you both that the reservation documents we have received clearly state that the butler has been booked.

“So I won't receive another bill?” Tobias stammered.

Orlando shook his head.

“No bill, I'm sure.”

With a loud 'ping' the lift stopped lowering and the cast iron gate slid open. Tobias put an arm around Brian's shoulder and together they followed Orlando through a series of hallways. He had arranged that well. Brian seemed to like it too, a butler, because he smiled widely.

“You’re mad,” he said softly to Tobias.

'That you arranged all this for me, man! I really feel very special. Thank you.'

Tobias remained silent. Surely he knew he hadn't booked a butler. He hadn't seen the option and even if he had, he still couldn't afford it. Orlando paused for a moment before a grand opening.

“The lunchroom,” he said.

'Follow me'.

Brian looked at the two solid wooden, open swinging doors that provided access to the lunch room. They were decorated with shiny, golden elements and a beautiful pattern was incorporated into the windows of the doors. The floor of the large room was tiled black and white like a chessboard. Large windows brought in lots of light and behind a large wooden counter was the kitchen, full of steaming pans and hard-working chefs. Waiters hurriedly brought trays of freshly prepared food to dozens of round tables set up in front of the windows. Orlando walked to a table on a dais, near a large window that gave a beautiful view of the ocean.

“I wish you a very tasty lunch,” he said.

“If you need me, please use number 1 on your room telephone, or ask for me at reception.”

He pushed back the chairs for Brian and Tobias and disappeared from the lunch room with stately steps.

*

Brian and Tobias sat opposite each other on the white, cast-iron chairs covered with dark red cushions. They gazed excitedly at the seagulls in the sky above the ocean. A personal butler, that was very luxurious. So far the holiday has been very good. A beautiful hotel, a beautiful room and a beautiful lunch room. The round table between them, also made of white iron with many curly ornaments and a stone mosaic in pastel colors as a top, was quite large. All the tables in the room were the same size and many were filled with plates and bowls full of colorful dishes. Brian looked for the lunch menu, but it was nowhere to be found. There were also no flowers or lamps on the table. Just as Brian caught the attention of Tobias, who was still enjoying the view outside, a female server walked up to their table carrying a tray full of small, shiny bowls. Without saying anything, but with a friendly face, she placed the bowls on the table between Brian and Tobias and walked away. Curious, the boys looked into the bowls and saw what looked like jam in different colors. Tobias smelled it. Indeed, jam… and scrambled eggs… and whipped cream. Another waiter appeared with a basket full of assorted freshly baked pastries and a plate full of pancakes. A third brought a bowl full of different types of cheese and a bowl full of different types of meat. Brian and Tobias looked at each other again in amazement. What was this? Within a few minutes the round table was full of lunch dishes. A warm ham had been brought, from which the pieces still had to be cut, and a jar of honey. Potato wedges, hot sausages and different types of fish. Near Tobias was a large bowl of yogurt and smaller bowls of pieces of fruit. This way of serving lunch was very special. They expected a buffet, not that every table would be served like a buffet. Brian hurriedly started making sandwiches and eating them. The long car ride had made him hungry and he had eaten little. Tobias started more slowly with the yoghurt and fruit. Then a sandwich with chicken filet. He was hungry too. While Brian enjoyed his third pancake, alternating with thick slices of ham, Tobias looked at the people in the room. All men indeed, his boyfriend had seen that clearly. He hadn't even noticed. Actually, it didn't matter to him, man or woman, he liked to chat with both. Most of those who were present were older than him, slim build, gray or balding and not much to look at. Some had quite a belly under their shirt or blouse. That was a bit more interesting. There were a few boys his age who also spent a lot of time at the gym, judging by their tight shirts that were nearly ripping due to their bloated muscles. There was a guy a few tables away in a tank top, whose arms bulged so much while using the fork and knife that he surely couldn't fit a sleeve over it. But the most interesting thing was that boy on the other side of the room.

“Have you had enough yet?” Brian asked with his mouth full of smoked salmon and shrimp.

“This is so nice.”

He would never say it out loud so as not to offend Tobias, but he had never eaten such a good meal. Even a sandwich with jam tasted fantastic. The taste of the fruit was so sweet and fresh that it seemed as if the chefs had made it themselves from freshly picked fruits. Tobias didn't respond. He was too busy peeking at that interesting big boy across the room to hear Brian. The big boy had his back to him and he hadn't seen Tobias. The peeking quickly turned into staring, as several men in the room did. What Tobias saw was a back so wide that it hid the entire table the boy was sitting at and it was so thick that his head seemed to disappear into it. He had short, black hair, but his neck and even his ears seemed sunken into his body. The gray sweater he was wearing had reached its maximum stretch and his arms rested briefly after each bite on his love handles, which seemed to be tables themselves. But the most impressive thing was the size of his ass. The chair he was sitting on almost disappeared and even if there had been two more chairs next to it, his buttocks would still bulge over it. The boy regularly pulled down his sweatshirt to cover his high and deep butt crack, but the fabric was too short and too tight around the rest of his body. Brian, who had noticed that his boyfriend was no longer present in his thoughts, followed his gaze.

'My God...!' he thought.

“I'll die of cardiac arrest before I'm even half as fat.”

He looked at Tobias jealously and put another spoonful of pudding in his mouth. Then another bite. Tobias did not realize that he was also being watched and was shocked when a blob of pudding flew against his cheek.

“Do you like him or something?” Brian asked angrily, his mouth full of pudding.

Smacking it, he took another big bite. Of course, Tobias was not supposed to return home with another boy. That was his biggest fear. That Tobias would leave him for someone else. That he found someone better than him.

“No, of course not!” Tobias snapped, wiping the pudding from his cheek with a napkin.

'Look at that man, that's not normal! It looks like an elephant, or a hippo or something.'

Brian said nothing, and cut another piece of the ham. He didn't trust Tobias. That look in his eyes... Apparently he liked fat boys, judging by his own size, and somehow he thought Tobias was okay with wanting to try something more extreme. Brian looked up when one of the waiters took away the now empty bowls with a friendly smile. Not much later, filled bowls arrived.

*

Brian continued to eat, while Tobias occasionally glanced at that enormous boy with a side eye. Sometimes, as the boy bent over to take a bite from his plate, he could look past the fat body to see the burly man he was sitting with at the table, who wore a brightly colored blouse. Even in the lunch room he wore sunglasses.

“What a smooth-talker,” Tobias thought, when the man laughed broadly again at what seemed to be a comment he himself had made.

Unnaturally white teeth became visible. The boy didn't seem to pay any attention. He was too busy eating. Tobias looked at Brian, who was eating warm, freshly delivered pancakes with syrup. A bowl with sausage slices and a bowl with cheese cubes were empty again. He had never seen Brian eat so much before. He himself took a small puff pastry cake, covered with chocolate and decorated with small strawberries. He didn't eat sweets very often, but because of all the well-filled tables and people eating, he couldn't resist the pastry that was on a plate in front of him. He immediately agreed with himself to go jogging along the beach. And then to the gym. The hotel had a spacious and well-equipped gym, he had seen on the internet. Then Brian had time to work on his school projects. 

“Are you hungry, honey?” he asked, after digging a strawberry out of the pastry.

Brian nodded in agreement. The last time he ate that much was at an all-you-can-eat in town on his now deceased brother's birthday, the night before his exams started. His father then decided that he had to stop eating because he was afraid that his son would explode. Brian needed help getting to the car that evening. In the days that followed, he was so ashamed of his eating behavior that he failed several exams. He hadn’t met Tobias then, he didn't come until a year later.

“More!” it suddenly sounded through the room.

Brian and Tobias looked up. It was that huge boy, who was impatiently banging his fists on the table, attracting the attention of everyone present. It didn't seem to bother him as he continued pounding. Only when the empty dishes on the table in front of him were replaced by full ones did he stop. Immediately he started eating again. The man opposite him was no longer laughing. He placed the sunglasses on top of his head and watched in shock as the food was being devoured. Just as shocked, Tobias looked at the empty bowls in front of Brian, who was also eating with a red and sweaty head. Unseen, he had already undone the buttons of his pants. With a big bite, the last bit of scrambled eggs disappeared into his mouth with a piece of bacon, which he quickly swallowed. Groaning, he leaned over to scoop up more scrambled eggs, when suddenly a deep rumbling sound came from his swollen belly and he leaned back with a pained expression.

“I don't feel so good,” he said suddenly.

Tobias gently rubbed Brian's shirt, which was stretched tight around his body. He had placed his chair next to Brian and was looking wide-eyed at the empty dishes on the table. Brian had done his best. Never before had he seen him eat so much.

“I'm bursting!” Brian said softly, between heavy breaths.

“Help me, I can't breathe!”

He agreed with Tobias' idea of ​​going back to the room. There he could lie comfortably on the soft bed while the food was being digested. Fortunately, many guests had already left the lunch room, because it was an embarrassment to get Brian out of the chair. He had eaten so much that he could barely get up. His overfull stomach pressed against his lungs and his intestines. His heart was racing and his legs were buckling under the extra weight. Supported by Tobias, he walked through the room step by step. He supported his blubbery belly with his hands, while his face did not hide the intense pain.

“I can't go anymore,” Brian whimpered when they were halfway across the room.

“I'm exploding!”

After standing still for a few seconds, Tobias urged him to continue walking. A waiter rushed over and offered help, but Brian was too embarrassed by the situation that he declined the help. Only Tobias was allowed to help him and he promised himself that if he survived this, he would never eat so much again. As he passed, Tobias looked again at the huge boy. He was eating like his life depended on it. A waiter again placed several full dishes on the table in front of him. Tobias saw that the boy was not much older than he was. His fat face was also red and sweaty, his chin hidden behind his lumpy breasts. The man in front of him was playing on his phone. Maybe he couldn't stand the boy's eating behavior anymore. Probably not, because when they left the room, Tobias just saw him shove two sausages into the boy's mouth with a fork.

“Shouldn't you be burping or something,” Tobias asked, when Brian leaned forward in pain at the elevator.

“Then maybe some pressure will be released from your stomach.”

But Brian knew that if he burped, some of the meal would come out of his mouth too. He shook his head and stumbled into the elevator, still supported by Tobias. The cast iron gate closed and the elevator went up. Suddenly there was a loud sputtering sound and the air like a freshly churned turd surrounded him.

“You pervert!” Tobias shouted and started laughing knowing Brian just farted.

Brian laughed along cautiously, afraid of feeling pain or, worse, that his stomach would burst. They were both happy when the elevator doors opened again and they could leave the stench. They slowly stumbled down the long hallway to their room. Tobias was strong, but he could not support this weight for long. He helped Brian take off his shirt. With his jeans still on, he now lay on the bed, sighing and groaning, like a bloated whale about to burst and trying to hold his stomach together with both hands.

*

Brian lay on the bed whimpering in pain. His stomach continued to rumble like African drums in the distance and the air in the room had filled with the unappetizing odor of body gasses. Tobias had expressed his concerns. Brian never complained about a full belly, but then again he had never eaten that much before. He didn't want Tobias to call a doctor, as he had indicated. He couldn't have said more because of the pain. Tobias looked at his boyfriend from a chair for a moment and then walked to the telephone. He didn't want to risk seeing his boyfriend die. He called the reception with number 1, as Orlando the butler had instructed, and a very friendly woman answered the line. She did not want to call a doctor, but she would immediately send someone to the room to assess the situation. Less than five minutes later there was a knock on the door. It was Orlando himself, who entered the room with his cheerful smile. He had a tray with him, which he held stately in front of him with one hand. He kept his other hand behind his back. On the tray was a glass of water and two small green pills.

“Gentlemen,” he began, walking to the window and opening it to air the room.

“I understood there is an emergency here.”

Before Tobias could say anything, Orlando walked over to the swollen Brian on the bed. He leaned over and looked at Brian's face.

“A classic case of overeating,” he laughed.

“Nothing serious, more guests are affected by this.”

Brian's stomach began to rumble loudly, and he felt his intestines swell, but he didn't dare fart with Orlando there.

“I'm very ashamed,” he whimpered as he struggled to control the fart.

His hands held his stomach even tighter and his face turned red.

“It's never good to be ashamed of yourself, young man,” Orlando replied in a serious tone.

Holding up the tray, he placed his other hand on Brian's stomach and pressed gently. A loud fart that was certainly audible in the hallway left his body. Tobias laughed at Orlando's cool attitude, who had apparently experienced situations like this before.

“Here, take this,” the butler said, pushing the two green pills into Brian's mouth and handing him the glass of water to swallow.

“Swallow it, I'm not trying to poison you here.”

Brian swallowed the pills with hesitation. Amazingly quickly, the pain in his stomach subsided, but the ceiling above him seemed to rotate. He closed his eyes and barely felt another fart finding its way out. As Brian slowly fell asleep, Orlando explained to Tobias that he had given him sleeping pills, a standard procedure for guests who had eaten so much that they were experiencing stomach upset. He didn't have to worry, before nightfall Brian would be awake again. He advised Tobias to do something for himself this afternoon. Horse riding on the beach, for example, or a long walk in the gardens. The gym was an excellent choice according to Orlando. Tobias quickly took his sportswear from his suitcase and followed the butler to the gym.

The gym was indeed large and well equipped. It was almost better than the gym in town, where Tobias went almost every day. He could change in a large, tiled room, or in one of the wooden changing cubicles, the swinging doors of which were painted in warm colors and had a slightly African look. The wellness center could also be entered from the changing room, but Tobias chose to exercise. He was still a little worried about Brian and wanted to clear his mind for a moment. Dressed in baggy sweatpants and a tight tank top, he ran on the treadmill. The images on the television on the ceiling above him left him cold. He enjoyed the warm rays of sunshine on his face and the view that one of the large windows offered him. Below him lay the large garden. Men took a walk, others sat on a bench. It was quite busy, for a hotel gym. Strong men pulled weights, while slimmer men mainly focused on cardio equipment. Fortunately, it wasn't just older men who trained there. Tobias had bad experiences with older audiences in a gym. Of those men who think they are still 18, while they are already over 50. He knew he wasn't ugly and it wouldn't be the first time some pervert had pinched his ass just because it was kind of…bulging. Yes, old gays. When Tobias had first arrived in the city, he had imagined life there differently. Finding work was not easy and he had to sell his body several times to get money. He wasn't proud of it and didn't like to talk about it. Not even with Brian. Luckily, the half hour was over and the treadmill started to slow down. Tobias was not a fan of cardio training. He found it boring, but necessary to keep his fat burning going. Then you could see his muscles better, was the thinking. In the past, he always wanted to be the slimmer, but nowadays the thought of a slightly bigger body also made him feel excited. He was attracted to a fat body, but still opted for thicker muscles himself. Or thick muscles with a layer of fat over them, like a rugby player or wrestler. When the treadmill was completely turned off, he grabbed his towel from the floor and drank some water from his water bottle, after which he left the cardio section for the strength training equipment. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey yo… how did you get that big ass,” came a voice from behind him.

Tobias turned and looked into the face of the very muscular guy he had seen in the lunch room. He was wearing another tank top, which was tight around his upper body, but loose around his waist. His arms seemed even fatter up close than they had looked in the room. 

“Er… genes,” Tobias stammered. 

'I don't do heavy exercises to make it grow. A bit of squatting, yes.'

The heavily muscular boy seemed interested in his squat techniques and together they walked to a barbell in a corner of the gym, where Tobias demonstrated his technique. The boy introduced himself as Robin and showed Tobias his training schedule.

*

Brian slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Where was he? What had happened? In the distance he heard splashing water. He looked to the left, at the large window. An orange glow showed that the sun was setting. He looked to the right. The painted black boy looked back sadly. Oh yes, the hotel. And ate too much. He carefully got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Strange, his stomach no longer felt full at all. Fortunately the pain was also gone. What time was it? How long had he been asleep? Tobias' sports clothes were hanging over the chair. He was now standing in the shower. Brian yawned loudly and stretched his arms above his head. His breasts were again rippling violently with the arm movements. With a sigh he stood up and tried to button his pants again. It worked, except for the top button. He didn't feel like putting on another pair of pants, so he let his bare stomach hang over his crotch again. No one had seen that he couldn't close a button. Tobias was indeed in the shower. He had just finished when Brian came into the bathroom to put gel in his hair. 

“Are you okay?” Tobias asked cheerfully, happy to see his friend awake. 

“You slept soundly, man.”

He left the shower, gave Brian a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. Brian still needed some time to wake up. Those pills could probably put an elephant to sleep.

“You're shaking all over,” Brian said after the hug, walking to a sink. 

Tobias talked about the gym, his meeting with Robin and the extremely tough training they had endured together. He was quite enthusiastic about it and it had confirmed his choice to get bigger muscles. He would discuss it with Brian later, but he thought it would be better to wait for another time. When Brian hadn't just woken up from his artificial sleep and would hopefully understand him better. Slowly because of his tired muscles, Tobias put on clothes, while Brian tried to wash the sleep from his face with water. It felt dull in his head, as if there were cotton wool in it. There was a knock on the door. It was Orlando, who was also happy to see Brian awake. When asked what kind of pills he had given him, he did not answer. Instead, he asked if Brian had slept well and if his stomach was still bothering him as he straightened the bedding and closed the curtains. It was almost evening and he wanted to get the room tidy for the night, and dinner was being served.

“Food again?” thought Brian, who had missed a large part of the day. 

Tobias would like some food. He was hungry from the hard training and cheerful as ever followed Orlando to the elevator. Brian enjoyed seeing his boyfriend this happy and free. Tobias was not one for a decent and boring life, but Brian was afraid that he could not offer him more than that.

The cotton wool slowly disappeared from his head and in the elevator he asked why Orlando was accompanying them. They had already eaten in the hall earlier and knew the way. Orlando shook his head. It turned out that dinner was served in a different room than lunch. He led the way through the lobby and through wide corridors. Following the butler around the hotel was an adventure in itself. Every hallway was full of paintings, old-looking tables and benches, large windows that gave a beautiful view of the landscape outside and the setting sun. Some hallways were covered with floral wallpaper, others in a deep, solid color. They were all lit by rows of small chandeliers and candlesticks against the walls. A smell of spices and grilled meat greeted them as they walked through a wide hallway, decorated with wooden tables and a large china cabinet, leading to a wide doorway. The space behind it was larger than the lunch room and darker in design and exuded a classic atmosphere. Heavy wooden tables rested on soft rugs on a shiny wooden floor. The seats seemed to be covered in dark leather. Thick, gold-finished pillars supported the high ceiling, decorated with plasterwork in all kinds of round shapes. Colored glass on the chandeliers gave a cheerful light. The curtains on the high windows were already closed and a pianist provided the background music. Opposite the pianist was a bar in the same classic style as the dining room. Completely made of dark wood and the bar stools had dark leather cushions. Three bartenders were ready to pour drinks. 

“We are presenting dinner buffet style,” Orlando said as they walked past the pianist.

He gestured to the four long tables in the center of the room, separated by O-shaped tables in between. There were chefs baking, roasting and grilling hot dishes, while cold dishes were ready on the other tables. There was another table a little further away. “Salad bar” was written on the wooden sign hanging above it. On the other side, in a deep alcove at the front, stood a large stone fountain with brown water coming out of it. 

“The dessert corner,” Orlando whispered when he saw two confused looks.

“That's our chocolate fountain.”

He walked to a table and once again pushed back the two chairs that were next to it. 

'I wish you both a pleasant continuation. Oh, and before I forget, tomorrow at three o'clock there's a barbecue at the indoor pool.”

He nodded to Brian, turned and walked away in a stately manner.

“What kind of shitty comment was that?” Brian asked.

'Did you see the way he looked at me? As if he wanted to tell me to stop eating so much!'

Tobias didn't understand why his friend was so concerned. As if the butler is interested in how much the guests eat. And judging by the size of several guests, they were used to big eaters here. He nodded to Robin, who had just appeared with two other boys who were also muscular, but not nearly as big as him. 

“Maybe he meant that you should eat less for lunch, so that you still have room in your stomach for the barbecue.”

Brian was silent. Maybe Tobias was right. Maybe he shouldn't act like that. But he wouldn't swim anyway. If only Tobias wouldn't encourage him to go to the pool with him.

*

Brian slowly walked past the table again, carefully examining the dishes on it. Glasses of shrimp cocktail, half hidden in a tall silver bowl full of ice. Around it were bowls of fresh green lettuce and spinach leaves, which created a beautiful whole. There were deviled eggs, tomato and potato salads, pieces of melon rolled in ham, beetroot roses, exotic fruits and much more. The starters, that's what Brian called the table. At one end were five steaming pots filled with different types of soup. Croutons, fried onions, cream to put in the soup and 6 different types of sandwiches. Brian placed another glass of shrimp cocktail on his plate, and 3 deviled eggs. Tobias stood a table away and hurriedly read the signs for the dozens of warming containers that were there. Potato gratin, potato slices, mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes… Pizza slices, lasagna… the side dishes, he knew. The table further away, on the other side of the live cooking, was the fish table and the fourth table had all kinds of meat in thick sauces, he had already seen. On his plate was a mountain of white rice and pieces of chicken in curry sauce. Curious, he walked to the O-shaped tables. There were many more types of meat and fish, freshly fried. Large shrimps, boar… He was amazed. He had never seen so much food before and there weren't even that many people dining. He ordered a tournedos and a chicken fillet. Brian also noticed that the building, despite its size, did not have an excessive number of rooms. Much of the space was used for recreation and catering facilities, such as the lunch and dinner room. With a smile he looked at the roast pig with an apple in his mouth that adorned the meat table. It reminded him of the painting he had seen earlier. It felt a bit medieval. They both enjoyed their meal at their table. The tournedos was cooked perfectly and the chicken breast was tender. Drinks were fetched for them at the bar and as the evening progressed Brian switched from cola to white wine. He did not drink much, but when he did drink it was sweet wine. 

“Would you like anything?” asked Tobias, when Brian had finished his fifth plate. 

Brian sighed. He had certainly not forgotten his lunch adventure, but the food was delicious and he had already undone some more buttons of his jeans.

“I can hardly get out of my chair anymore, man,” he said softly, but with a smile.

He couldn't resist the temptation to eat a little more. He had seen some dishes that he wanted to taste. 

“What do you want?” Tobias asked.

“Then I'll go get it for you.”

Brian hesitated. If Tobias went to get him food, then where would it end? However, Tobias had already gotten up. 

“If you don't say anything, I'll just bring something,” he said, as he prepared to walk over. 

Brian quickly gave him a small order.

Tobias had returned with a plate full of cakes, pudding and a large piece of ice cream cake. Brian looked at it beaming. It was the third plate that Tobias had gotten and it was full again. He didn't need desserts, but Tobias still wanted to take a look in the desert corner. He himself felt like eating fruit covered in chocolate from the fountain, which he was enjoying. This day he could let himself go, Brian had agreed with himself. From tomorrow on he will be careful and eat normal portions. And maybe even go to the gym with Tobias. Then he could also meet that Robin that Tobias had told about. He had seen them talking together for a moment, near the table with the fish dishes. To be fair, Robin didn't have an ugly face, but there was no need for such a wide body. With difficulty he finished the pudding, with even more difficulty the ice cream cake. It was all delicious. Maybe Tobias could ask for some recipes. No… then he would eat that much again at home. For a moment he thought of his father. What would he say if he saw his son going on a rampage like that? Tobias had finished his fruits in chocolate sauce and was looking around the room. Most people were already gone. He watched as Robin patted his stomach and leaned back easily. He had probably eaten too much too. You did that quite easily here. The boys he was with laughed and gently patted his stomach as well. Tobias thought it was a strange sight. Could Robin be gay too or something? Those two boys were still moving smoothly. Apparently they hadn't eaten that much. With a loud sigh, Brian placed the spoon on his plate. He had eaten everything. Somehow he was quite proud of himself.

“You ate well again,” said Tobias.

'I didn't even know you could eat that much. You never do it at home.'

Brian also patted his overfull, flabby belly. The shirt he was wearing was tight around his body and he wondered if Tobias would help him get to the room again. Then he realized that Tobias' comment was sarcastic. Was he offended? Because the food here was better than his? Brian wanted to say something back, but he was so full of food that it was difficult to breathe.

“Do you remember that really fat guy from lunch?” Tobias said suddenly, as he peered around the room again. 

“I haven't seen him at all.”

While Robin hung with his arms wide in his chair, the boys had opened the buttons of his tight-fitting blouse, so that a hard mountain of flesh now bulged out. Tobias looked at it. Apparently Brian wasn't the only one who could really stuff himself with food. Robin's appearance made quite an impression, as the few guests in the room looked at him. The huge boy Tobias was looking for was not in the room. Not even behind one of the pillars. Shame. He would have liked to see him eat dinner. 

“Can you help me again?” Brian stammered, trying to get out of his chair uncomfortably. 

He clearly hadn't learned a lesson from the situation after lunch.

*

Groaning, Brian walked through the dining room, supported by Tobias. His hands held his swollen belly firmly again. Some guests still present laughed. They had also seen him walking with such difficulty after lunch. 

“Don't care about them, honey,” Tobias said. 

“You had a nice meal, there's nothing wrong with that.”

He gave Brian a kiss on the cheek, who burped softly and sighed. In the hallway they were slowly overtaken by Robin, who tried to walk upright, but was also supported by his friends. 

“My god, that was so good,” he smiled. 

“I see your friend enjoyed it too.”

He winked at Brian, who staggered along, panting. There was a loud fart. Robin's friends laughed. 

“Sorry, I needed some pressure off my body,” Robin said, as he and his friends continued walking towards the lobby. A little later, when Brian and Tobias were also walking through the lobby, Brian gestured for them to sit down on one of the armchairs. He had a strange feeling in his intestines, as if they were being crushed by his heavy stomach, or as if the digested dinner could not pass through properly. Or both. He contorted his body, as if that would help digest the food faster. 

“Shall I get Orlando?” asked Tobias, who sat down opposite him. 

'Maybe he still has one of those pills. At least you can sleep well now.'

Brian nodded, rubbing his stomach again. 

Tobias walked to the reception and waited until the receptionist had finished with the guest in front of him. 

“Is Orlando around?” he asked. 

“He’s in his room,” the receptionist replied.

"He's probably already asleep." Orlando always goes to bed early, he likes to be awake on time, well before the guests wake up. To prepare everything for the new day.' 

Tobias nodded understandably and wanted to walk back to Brian, but apparently the receptionist had noticed the worried look on his face.

“Is something serious?” she asked. 

Tobias said that his friend had eaten a lot again and that Orlando gave him pills that afternoon that put him to sleep. 

“The blue one, or the green one?” the receptionist asked quietly, as if no one should hear what they were talking about. 

'The green.'

The receptionist opened a drawer and took out a white pill box. Hidden behind the counter she took out two green pills and gave them to Tobias. With a finger to her mouth she gestured for him to be quiet about it. Tobias nervously walked back to Brian. What kind of pills are these if they weren't allowed to be talked about? Was it illegal or something? Just as he had helped Brian up again, a loud shout suddenly sounded. 

'Where is he! What did you do to him?” 

A man walked from the hotel entrance to the reception. He shouted loudly and waved his arms. He seemed panicked. Or evil.

“Where is he?” he shouted again.

The receptionist who had just helped Tobias stood up and tried to calm the man down. Some men in the same clothes as Orlando and, according to Tobias, must have been butlers, came running and held the man tightly while they pulled him away from the reception, towards the exit. Tobias had recognized the man. He was the one sitting across the table from the huge fat boy. The one with the sunglasses and unnaturally white teeth. 

“He's dead!” he heard the man shout as he disappeared through the exit. 

'You destroyed him. I heard his stomach pop as he screamed for help. My poor boy.”

The man disappeared and Tobias helped Brian to their, where he gave him the pills. Brian immediately fell asleep, but Tobias thought about the man. Would it really? Oh no.