**THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES ONLY SUITABLE FOR THOSE 18YO+!!! This story contains themes of: extreme male weight gain (xxsbhm), descriptions of erotic activities, homosexual themes (in beginning), as well as themes of furniture crushing, sweating, and unrealistic gaining. ENJOY!**
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The headboard of the bed rhythmically clashed against the beige colored wall as the morbidly obese man pounded his lover. The landscape of rolls and folds glistened with sweat, as his hills and valleys of heaving lard obscured the entire twink. The twink's toned frame was completely covered in wet, heavy blubber, which even flopped off the sides of his back. The sweaty, obese man's fupa was squeezing between the twink's ass cheeks, causing his bubble butt to spread open. This also helped push back all the fat surrounding the obese top's dick, allowing for more shaft to drill into the skinny lover.
"Fuck yes!" The twink gasped. His arms, trembling as he tried to hold himself up against the immense tonnage of lard.
"Mmpphh...mmmpphh...nnnyygghhh..." The fat man gasped for air. His fat ass cheeks smacked and clapped together.
The camera cut to a POV shot from the obese man's perspective. The camera looked down from atop the vast mounds of doughy, glistening flesh. The twink was barely even visible – certainly not from the sides. Only the very top of his head was visible from under the immense expanse of lard.
Mike closed his eyes as he slowly stroked his cock. His bottom lip quivered. This scene was notorious for always making him climax before he could truly enjoy the experience. Mike soon after gritted his teeth and stopped stroking his dick all together. He quickly paused the video on his laptop and took a few seconds to recompose himself before restarting the porn.
Mike was into anything and everything fat. He was always taller and broader than the other guys, and it always turned him on. However, despite being into gaining weight, he was not fat at all. At one point in his life, Mike stuffed his face day in and day out in an attempt to put on some weight. Yet, he never could.
Throughout High School and College, Mike ran cross-country. He used to be very passionate about it, and at 6'6" (198.1cm) with long, runner's legs – he was really good at it. However, it gave him a metabolism that could burn an entire elephant if he so chose to eat one. After years of attempting to put on some poundage, Mike gave up and figured he would live his life forever as a lanky 190 pound (86.2kg) man.
-DING DONG-
Mike's head perked up. He lived alone and never had many guests besides some friends, which he wasn't supposed to see until New Year's Eve. This evening, however, Mike was not expecting anyone...or anything.
He quickly put his laptop away and threw on some boxers. Mike walked his way out of his bedroom and down the long hallway. He passed through the decent-sized living room, which was well decorated for being a single guy, and made his way to the front door.
Upon reaching the front door, Mike opened it, half expecting Christmas Carolers, which typically went around his suburban neighborhood at this time of the holidays. When the door opened fully – not a single soul was there. However, he looked down and saw a large package sitting on his doorstep.
Mike quickly grabbed it and scanned the street to see if there was anyone around. Alas, there was no one. He closed the door and returned into the house, where he sat down on his couch and placed the box on his coffee table. Mike opened the box and inside was a letter and 12 cookies. Each one was different in size, and they were placed in size order from smallest to largest. They each looked very delicious and smelled like cinnamon and caramel.
The letter had no return address and nor did the box. Mike opened up the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper that read:
"To Mike
