BETTER OFF (Parts 1-6 of 12)

Hello! Apologies for my latest slow month: I was hit by a second bout of covid, some sensitive personal news, and a lack of creative motivation brought on by the depressing popularity of AI-generated images. I haven't stood with my arms crossed, though – as I struggled to draw, I focused instead on writing. This is the first half of my new XWG story, which I will illustrate in one-off panels supported by blocks of text, in the style of TOMMY. The second half of the story is already written, and will be revised and posted over the next few days.

BETTER OFF

1.

Eddy’s vegan, calorie-counting ex demanded that he follow her exact same diet. While they were together, he could only enjoy good food when he managed to sneak away from her, going on guilty drive-through runs and keeping a secret candy drawer.

In contrast, Kate, his amazing new girlfriend, couldn’t bear to see him hungry. She would order, cook or bake at a moment’s notice to satisfy any of his cravings, even those he only mentioned in passing.

At first, Eddy couldn’t keep up. His small stomach wasn’t used to getting everything it asked for, and would revolt after a few bites, no matter how delicious they were.

Another man would’ve adjusted differently: realizing that every idle hankering would be catered to, he would’ve voiced them more selectively. But Eddy was too grateful for Kate’s sweetness, and too worried that it might not last beyond their first few months. Even as his belly ached and his waistbands shrank, he pushed himself to make the most of things.

To his surprise, she never stopped spoiling him. Even after he moved in with her, she kept it up every day – which, with her leisurely schedule and his working from home, meant he was eating quite a lot, all the time.

Eddy would not say it out loud, but he enjoyed imagining how his ex would react, if she saw him let go like this. After the shower, he’d poke the pudge around his waist, the softness in his thighs, and picture her exploding with rage. Once dressed, he’d head for the kitchen, and the smells of Kate making breakfast would make his grin even bigger.

2.

Eddy’s pretentious ex tightly controlled his wardrobe. She routinely threw out stuff he loved, and made him spend tons on preppy crap that matched her outfits. The worst part was how she made him cover up the sweet tattoos he’d once been so proud of, with long sleeves and full-length pants.

Remarkably, Kate not only loved his ink, funny shirts and cool sports swag, but didn’t mind that he held on to clothes after they grew snug. By the time Eddy had to admit he needed a new wardrobe, she’d learned his taste well enough that she was able to stock him up all by herself – everything a little larger than required, so he was comfy and almost felt thin again.

Kate had waited for Eddy to speak up that first time, but as he kept eating like a king and getting even plumper, he assumed it would be her who’d suggest another upsizing. But she didn’t, even as his tank tops pinched his chest and rose above his muffin top, and his brimming shorts sagged below his hairy asscrack. He felt a little thrill, looking more and more like a slob, while waiting for Kate to snap at him the way his ex would’ve done.

Finally, one morning, just as he logged into work, the seat of his shorts ripped. Unexpectedly, Kate apologized, explaining she’d been waiting for him to say if he wasn’t comfortable; and he admitted he could’ve done with an upgrade sooner, only he didn’t want to chuck the cool things she’d bought him last time. She offered to take the initiative from then on, if that was what he wanted.

She spoke as if it were a given that he’d keep gaining weight. As he bit into a cream-filled donut, Eddy’s heart raced.

“That’d be awesome, babe.”

Since then, she made sure to give him plenty of time with the clothes he’d grown attached to, even as they showed his deeper belly button, dug into his fatter thighs, and generally made him look like a splitting sausage. He’d try to push her buttons, wearing things unwashed after spilling food on them, and discover with delight that she had no buttons he could push. Inevitably, past a certain point, she’d cycle garments out and replace them with new ones. Content to be taken care of, Eddy never thought about shopping again.

3.

Eddy’s social-climbing ex made him cut off his buddies, whom she called “embarrassing man-children”. She dragged him to boring brunches and dinner parties where the food was bland and the servings tiny, and the people made him feel like trash.

Conversely, Kate was thrilled to meet the old gang, and arranged their reunion herself. Chubby Eddy felt horribly out-of-shape when they tried shooting hoops like before – handsome Tony, buffer than ever, teased the hell out of him – but it was still a joy to throw back more than a few beers, put a healthy amount of meat on the grill, and reminisce. They were all impressed by Eddy’s new capacity for food and drink, so different from his days as the group’s lightweight… though not as impressed as they were by Kate’s curves in her skimpy outfit, and her sweet laugh at their stupid jokes, and her waiting on Eddy hand and foot.

Two of the guys had gotten soft, the usual mix of settling down and work, but none looked as overfed as Eddy. Still, the difference wasn’t large enough that they could roast him more than he could roast back – at least not yet. The exception was vain, weightlifting Tony, who hadn’t stayed as fit as before, but had instead piled on muscle and shed all his body fat. He made fat jokes the most, naturally, but Kate could see he was just a friendly goofball, who had no trouble being vulnerable and admitting he was jealous of what she and Eddy had. Perhaps because he’d stayed single, he was also the happiest to reconnect.

The boys had such a good time that they started coming over every week. Sweet Eddy was as happy as a pig in mud, and felt more surrounded and loved than he had in ages. The best thing about it, he marvelled, was that he didn’t need to leave the house for it to happen.

4.

Eddy’s conceited ex required elaborate surprises and expensive gifts on special occasions. In spite of all the money and thought Eddy put into them, they never turned out to be what she wanted.

On the other hand, Kate was so low-key that, even on birthdays and anniversaries, she thought it was enough for the two of them to go watch a movie and then eat, or see a game and then eat, or just go out to eat. In their second year of living together, she confessed she’d rather just cook a special dinner at home, and asked why they had to dress up, as if they needed to put on a show just to celebrate. (Besides Eddy’s job, these occasions were Kate’s only reason to buy polo shirts and chino shorts every time she upsized his wardrobe.)

And that’s how Eddy came to spend most important dates sitting in only his gym shorts, plowing through the extravagant meals she’d come up with. He figured the least he could do was show her how much he liked it all... even when it was always way too much for his poor stomach to handle. Not that he’d ever complain: there was something outrageously fun about, for example, letting Kate take her single, thin sliver of Death by Chocolate cake, and then downing the rest of the whole thing himself, or trying to. Flushed and queasy, frosting and crumbs sprinkled on his beard and tits, he figured privacy and minimal clothing were the ideal conditions for chowing down like this. Fussy Kate still wanted pictures of the two, of course, and though Eddy knew he didn’t look his best mid-pigout, he thought no-one else had to see them anyway.

Except Kate would eventually hang them up, and the boys would give Eddy shit for them. Buff Tony would slap their host’s big, drooping belly, making his ample spare tire and hefty breasts wobble under his tank top, and joke that the gang clearly lacked Katey’s fine taste. Laughing, they’d all call for him to ditch the straining garment – he did not give in the first few times this happened, but did in the long run, which they cheered at. Little by little, fat Eddy grew used to greeting his friends shirtless.

5.

Eddy’s controlling ex would quickly find out when he managed to escape her vigilance and indulge in takeout. The worst times were when his own body – nervous and then unaccustomed to greasy food – betrayed him with flatulence in front of her, and all hell broke loose.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, once they’d grown really comfy with each other, Kate suggested Eddy pass gas whenever he whined about being too full at the table. As he fumbled for an answer, she teased that his tummy was hella noisy anyway, and that she knew half his trips to the bathroom were just to burp and fart in secret. After days of insistence, he meekly urped once with his fist over his mouth; and after a couple more days, he allowed himself one quiet toot, though his face went bright pink when she laughed at how bad it smelled. Embarrassed, Eddy tried to put his fat foot down, and declared that, though he appreciated how much Katey had helped him loosen up, he’d never be gross like that in front of her.

Except when he shoved the next bulging, dripping chimichanga in his oily face, his heavy gut gurgled horridly, and he failed to contain a groan of pain. With a sigh of mock frustration, Kate kneeled in front of his chair and gave his belly a deep massage, firmer than her slender hands could’ve led him to expect. Instantly soothed, big Eddy swallowed loudly, moaned lustfully, and let his buttery bulk melt onto his chair. Once Kate had him belching with abandon, she pushed his large, soft thighs apart, and went down on him so smoothly he barely reacted. Her bobbing jiggled his whole body, and her hands returned to his broad middle, pushing out of his wide ass a string of ever-longer toots... building up to a winding, rattling stinker as he gushed into her mouth, in the best climax of his young life.

“Better?” she asked as she stood up, ready to check on dessert.

“Better”, he panted, fat breasts rising and falling. Taking yet another chimichanga, he licked his greasy lips.

After that, he completely relaxed around her. The freedom to "ask for help” and let it rip as he filled his swelling body made it easier for Eddy to keep binging for longer and longer. Kate was delighted to escalate the amounts she served him, and never failed to stay ahead of his appetite.

6.

Eddy’s possessive ex didn’t want him watching porn or jerking off. According to her, thinking of anyone else was cheating, and smut would give him gross ideas she didn’t even want to hear of.

Kate couldn’t be more different. From the beginning, she was open about everything she watched: guy on guy, girl on girl, group stuff, foot stuff, stuff with toys, mild stuff, intense stuff, fetish wear, cartoons, different ages, different body types... She joked about being a hopeless pervert, worse than any man she’d known, enough that Eddy became open with her as well. Before long, they had no frisky time without screen time.

His taste was tamer, nothing that Kate didn’t anticipate, and soon he came to appreciate her adventurous suggestions. She delighted in seeing him grow increasingly curious and vulnerable: whenever something clicked with him, he’d try to play it cool, but betray his excitement when she brought it up again; until finally, after some hedging, he’d coily ask for it himself. For instance, though they were already fooling around during his drawn-out meals, it took him some time to admit he enjoyed videos with food in them. Once he did, however, there was no turning back. On the screen, they delved into feeding videos, featuring slim people at first, though this changed as he craved to see more intense stuffings. In real life, food in the bedroom stopped being a casual offshoot of his frequent snacking, and became first a staple, then a necessity. Already more obese than he’d ever thought he’d be, larger than anyone he knew, the fleshy young man developed a taste for coming with food in his mouth, and eventually needed his capacious stomach packed to even get hard at all.

Naturally, it took him longer to concede that dudes turned him on. He didn’t protest when Kate wanted gay porn, but he made sure to act a little indifferent, like he was only focused on pleasing her. This changed when, in their search for more extreme stuffing videos, she got him into into gay feeders and gainers. The thrill was too great to conceal. He was shocked at how much rougher a man could get when feeding another; and there was something about size difference when it happened between two guys, who were supposed to be the same shape. To think that the helpless, blubbery pig on the screen had the same muscles underneath as the stud forcing shakes down his throat! Kate wondered if he knew how well this thought could apply to himself, especially as time went on, but didn’t say it.

From there, it was easy for him to embrace regular gay porn, so long as one of the guys was fatter than the other. The more closely the fit guys resembled Eddy’s friend Tony, Kate noticed, the better her horny man liked them.

Of the gang, Kate had learned, Eddy and Tony had known each other the longest, and were also the closest. Only he came over on his own, sometimes on workdays, bringing pastries and coffee and his laptop, parking himself in an armchair, and claiming to need company in order to survive his home-based 9-to-5. In appreciation for being welcome, he’d ask “fatso” what he wanted for lunch, and order more of it than he’d request – already quite the amount – teasing that he’d choke it all down anyways. Occasionally he’d stay and make dinner for the three of them – again, whatever his friend wanted, in enormous portions – and after he left, chock-full Eddy would be especially frisky, to his girl’s delight. The boys had never outgrown the easy intimacy of teenagers, and Kate was initially amused by their roughhousing and name-calling. But the larger and rounder handsome Eddy got, the more often Tony’s hands reached for him, poking, patting, jiggling and groping, and the longer they lingered. At the same time, the hunky goofball was keenly aware of how heavy his friend had become, especially when full, and sweetly fetched and picked things up for him, before any request could be made. Even when he laughed at Eddy’s frequent, disgusting gas, his deep love was unmistakable.

And, in spite of Tony’s roomy clothes, careful positioning and best intentions, Kate was positive: over time, she’d spotted a few gigantic hard-ons.

She decided she’d let things develop. Spoiled Eddy remained content to watch porn and lazily get off with her, and she made it even easier, allowing him to just lean back and keep his eyes on the screen, slowly rubbing his own gut while she stuffed his face and took care of the rest. It took a bit of research, but the feeders and chasers in the videos she showed him kept looking more and more like Tony.