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The peak of the Ginger Island volcano grew nearer over the horizon as the Willy’s boat trekked across the ocean. The sun was merciless and scorching hot, as there was not a cloud in the blue sky. A set of tarps had been put up above the passenger seats and gave shade, making it somewhat bearable on board. They sat on the benches facing the boat’s side and watched the waves calmly bump into the hull. Sam sat sweatily on the bench, his shirt drenched from the heat, using the few dry spots of fabric to wipe the sweat off his forehead. His hair had soaked like a sponge and drooped before his eyebrows, unable to stay spikey with this summer heat. Every time he raised his shirt his chubby belly flopped out, stretch-marks crawling over his love handles and curving around his belly button. Lately he broken into the 300lbs territory. He’d never been this fat, so big he regular stores sometimes didn’t carry his size anymore, worrying the townsfolk with his fast-growing size; but he’d been caught in the gravitational pull of the gluttony of his boyfriend Sebastian.
Sebastian, the planetary glutton, joined Sam on the bench. Any sailor who passed their boat would think they’d caught a whale and loaded it onto the deck for transport. He sat on the bench with the very back of his ass – the fat on his lower back and ass so wide he did not have enough seating space to store the massive backside, forced to only use the back edge of his blubbery ass. To keep himself from sliding off, he used his feet, pressed against the boat’s railing, constantly tensing his muscles to squeeze himself into position.
The constant tension of his muscle worked up quite a sweat and his dark purple hair was soaked. The sweat dripped down his cheeks and chin and pooled between his moobs and double chin, a kind of lake in his lard. They could not do anything about this uncomfortable arrangement because the ship was so small. It was not fit for hugely obese people. Either it was this awkward way of sitting, or Sebastian had to stand the entire way, a far more exhausting alternative.
The width of his thighs took up three-fourths of the bench, leaving just one quarter of space for Sam to squeeze in. Willy was nice enough not to charge them four tickets instead of two, since they were the only passengers on the boat, and Sebastian’s size was not keeping any paying customers out. They did need to put ballast at the other side of the boat. Sebastian’s sheer weight put the center of mass dangerously to one side, so Willy had relocated barrels of water to balance it out.
A long, hungry gurgle came from Sebastian’s gut, disturbing the quiet trek across the ocean. When the boat departed from the beach, Sam had been rattling Sebastian’s ears off, but the heat had made him lethargic and too melted to speak, so he’d been quietly staring at the seagulls and looking at Sebby’s moob lake of sweat grow more abundant.
“How are you holding up?” Sam asked with a sympathetic smile.
“I feel like I’m going to melt into a puddle of lard…”
“Aw, come on dude, you can do it! Just a little longer and we’ll have all the beach fun ever! Gus revamped his whole menu, we gotta try all of that! They got ice cream too… I bet we’ll be able to buy whole tubs of ice cream to keep ourselves cool…”
“When we get there, I need to sit in the water for a while…” Sebastian puffed. “And wash this sweat off and cool down until I can think normally again.”
“Mhm!” Sam nodded, taking a good whiff of Sebastian. The sweat had a strong scent that felt good in his nose. A bit like the grease drippings from bacon in a hot pan. “Let’s get you in the water as soon as possible! The water should be way colder than the air. You’ll cool down in no time. It’ll feel great under your folds.”
“I can’t wait…” Sebastian huffed. “At least the breeze is nice here…”
“Yeah! The breeze helps keep the heat away!” Sam said, leaning his head on Seb’s soft upper arm for softness and affection. They’d have a great day today! Though it was very hard on Sebastian to go out like this in summer, they’d make the most of it!
Not much later did the boat pull into the Ginger Island pier. They were the only visitors in the resort today. Not even Gus was there. Gus did have his automated vending machine set up that could reheat any of his meals at the click of a button. It wasn’t quite the same quality as his fresh cooking, but it was the best option without hiring a cook.
The boat rocked back and forth the moment Sebastian set foot onto the pier. Sam had gone off before him, reaching out to give him extra support. They’d first put Sebastian’s rollator down onto the pier. There was a brief moment where he’d have to walk without support. He did so taking wheezing breaths, and walking sideways because the plank to walk on was too narrow for his broad gait. His body stored an abnormally large amount of fat in his thighs and hips. Since the fat swelled the inside of his thighs, his legs were pushed far apart, resulting in a strained and broad waddle, requiring more width than most human infrastructure standards allowed. This width meant he could often only go sideways through doors, hallways and other narrow spaces.
So he waddled down the plank sideways, like a starfish, his legs far apart and his arms pushed up by his side-moob and arm fat.
“Ahhhh… Ooooff…” he wheezed as he just about managed to waddle to the side. The plank creaked heavily but Willy assured them it could easily hold up to 800lbs, which, well above Sebastian’s 740lbs weight, should be safe. “Fuck… Ah fuck, finally…” he wheezed once he made it to the rollator and could grab the firm support of the metal bars on wheels. He leaned forward to catch his breath, sweat dripping down his head and splattering onto the wood. The lake on his moobs had drained… His fat pad bulged out under his gut as he took heavy breaths. Sam watched feeling a little dizzy, so wildly attracted to his gorgeously fat boyfriend, that he could not help himself but give him a big hug.
“Good job!” Sam cheered, throwing his arms around his wet sweaty boyfriend, kissing Sebastian’s cheek. “That was the hardest part! It’s a smooth walk from here!”
Sebastian gave him a small relieved nod, beginning to shuffle forward, pushing his rollator for support. Sam matched his pace, bouncing from leg to leg, finding different angles to rub his boyfriend’s giant belly for encouragement. The pier’s planks creaked heavily, but they held the two fat boys’ weight. Sam put a backpack with sunscreen and towels in the storage space in front of the rollator. It was a special bariatric rollator that Harvey had found for them. It should be strong enough to seat a guy of Sebastian’s weight, providing a space to sit and take short breaks; though the gargantuan size of his hips made this impossible as the space to sit between the metal bars was not wide enough.
The sand was tough to navigate with the wheels of the rollator, and took more effort to move his legs through, but Sam kept encouraging Sebastian. The most important thing was teasing him with food. “They got pizzas too I think! And lots of delicious fruit juices! I’ll spoil you with anything you want!” Sebastian didn’t give up. His gut gurgled with gluttonous hunger. Once they arrived at a shaded spot under the tree, Sam crashed down into the sand and let out a sigh of relief.
“Man, that’s always a huge journey here, huh! But we made it, dude! We’re finally on the beach!”
“It’s nice here…” Sebastian wheezed with a face red from exhaustion, glancing around the palm trees and at the parrots. He sent a content smile. A smile was great! For a guy who didn’t smile much, they were like a special treat Sam got to devour. Sebastian tugged at his shirt, doing his best to take it off with his limited range of arm movement. Seeing he struggled, Sam jumped up and helped him, pulled the soaking shirt off and threw it over a low-hanging tree branch. “That’s better… I’m so fucking hot… I’m gonna take a swim…”
Sam’s face heated up as he saw Sebastian’s naked body. The vast expanse of blubber hung lushly over Sebastian’s swimming pants. His belly wasn’t particularly low-hanging, but it was exquisitely wide, forming a sloped overhang perfectly shaped for grabbing and cupping. “O-Okay! I’ll get us something to drink!” Sam said.
Sebastian gut growled again hungrily. He looked at Sam with a grin, slapped his chest and shook so his belly and legs wobbled lusciously. Sam’s eyes went big, and he held himself back from saying awooga.
“Ah, uh…” Sam looked at the bar, and back at his huge boyfriend. “I guess some food too! You sound hungry! My big guy’s gotta eat after all! Yeah, let’s have lunch together! I’ll see what they have and order anything that sounds good!”
Sebastian nodded with satisfaction at the response he got from Sam. He slowly turned around and waddled towards the shore. He was beautiful… Sam couldn’t believe it! So big… The fact a guy had to waddle that helplessly! Every step was a battle, especially with the sand. He had to tilt his entire body sideways with each step. The fat made it almost impossible to move his legs normally. His backside was a soft collection of fat rolls and overfed love handles. They had wondered how many more pounds it would take for him to lose all ability to walk… They had not yet gotten to this point, but they had been browsing different bariatric wheelchairs to upgrade his poor rollator.
In stock today! 6 Pizza 8 Tropical Curry 10 Cranberry Candy Drink 10 Ice Cream
Sam perused the options by the bar. They were mostly themed after the resort. He’d never been able to order the Tropical Curry at home! He quickly concluded that a satisfying lunch would mean ordering everything Gus had prepared, the whole stock, no matter how much that might cost. It was for Sebby’s hungry sake! Sadly the machine only could prepare two meals at once, meaning Sam would be going back and forth carrying more plates as they were ready. He took a tray from a stack of trays, put two glasses of cranberry drink onto it. He whistled a melody he was working on, waiting for the slow machine to do its thing. Once the machine was done, he filled the remaining free space with two plates of freshly baked frozen pizza. Before he left, he made sure to order the next batch of meals, so he could run back once Sebastian had devoured and instantly come back with a new portion.
“I got you some pizza!!” Sam said kicking up sand as he ran back. “And some sugary drinks!!”
When he returned to the shore he saw Sebastian had made himself comfortable. He was lying on his back in the water, the waves stroking about halfway up his body. His body spilled out over the sand, fat trembling like the surface of the ocean. From this angle Sam couldn’t even see his head! The line of sight was blocked by his moobs. Once he got closer he could see that his head was in fact not buried under fat, but his moobs did push up very heavily, covering up his chin and jaw, almost blocking the entrance to his mouth.
“Fuckk…” Sam said, mouth falling open. “Oh my, Sebby! You look so handsome!”
“Heh, I knew you’d like this.” He tilted his head up. His chest blubber tremored. The moobs pressed even higher up his face, to the point his mouth was almost muffled. “I can barely open my lips like this,” he said with effort.
“I never realized your chest was so fat! It’s nothing compared to when you’re sleeping on your special mattress!”
“The mattress’ headpart tilting up helps me keep my fat from spilling into my face, I guess,” Sebastian grins. “But this feels kinda great too. It’s really hot… It feels like it’s going to suffocate me if I don’t consciously make an effort to breathe.”
“God, you’re so soft…” Sam said, crouching beside Alex. He put the tray of pizza down. His eyes glittered with admiration and the doughball spread out before him. “There’s just so much of you. All this fat… God, Sebby… How fucking beautiful…!”
“Isn’t it so great…” Sebastian said. “I couldn’t wish for a better body… There’s no better feeling than being so fat you need a full-time boyfriend looking after you,” he grinned, giving Sam an appreciative look. “And special equipment to keep myself mobile… It’d be nice to be a bed-bound blob too, but there’s something cool about being just a little below that, just about to live independently. When I walk into the store I want people to look at me with shock.”
“Ahh, Sebby!!” Sam said, wagging his legs at the urge to kiss the vast belly in front of him. “You’re so amazing Sebby… It’s so fucking cool that you’re so huge. I couldn’t imagine how awesome it must feel to be the fattest guy in town – probably the whole state.”
“I’m gonna be the fattest gut in the world, Sam. That’s the goal. I’ll become the biggest guy ever alive.”
“Oh man…” Sam gulped. “I guess we really need to get a good bed for you. And finish moving into our new place soon. We gotta make sure the hallways are big enough to fit those thick hips too… Then you’ll be able to get as big as you need to be!”
“Can’t wait to move out of the basement,” Sebastian said, reaching out his arm to pat Sam’s chunky thigh. “Hey you’re looking kinda thick too. You sure you’re not getting sucked into my greed?”
“Ahah…” Sam scratched his cheek. “Maybe I’ve been overdoing it a little… I feel like I could grow morbidly obese just eating your leftovers!”
“Well, you better enjoy it. Make sure to grab and squish your fat as much as possible.”
“Oh yeah, kneading it!” He grabbed his own belly resting in his lap and lifted it, squished it around and looked how it jiggled so heavily and softly. “It feels pretty nice!” Sam said, nodding in understanding. He let out an embarrassed chuckle, “I wonder how big I’ll get if I let go… I’ll still need to be able to take care of you, but I wanna see how I look at 400lbs maybe…”
“Go for it,” Sebastian said, nodding encouragingly, his cheeks and double chin wobbling in the process.
Sam spent some time rubbing Sebastian’s belly, kneading it and watching the hypnotic way it rippled. He fed slice after slice of pizza into Sebastian’s mouth. He could chew and swallow so efficiently, his stomach grumbling for more, despite being fed! Such hunger and gluttony was admirable. Sam was smitten with his huge greedy boyfriend.
The machine at the bar beeped. Sam perked up and said, “The tropical curries are ready!”
“Perfect. Get me some ice cream too. I’m feeling hot again,” Sebastian called out when Sam jumped and walked to the bar. “And get yourself some food too! You gotta keep growing too, fat boy!”
Sam jumped and let out a happy squeak. He loved being called a fat boy. Even better by a boy who was far far fatter than him! “Sure thing!”