In school Tyler pretended to hate his nickname when in fact it had never really bothered him. It was Tyler Houston’s fault. Before he had shown up in Miss Wick’s fifth grade class he had just been Tyler; him, the only one, Tyler Dibling. But now there was this other Tyler, who had moved from Dallas. All of a sudden everyone seemed to need to find a way to differentiate them. Like they couldn’t possibly cope with two kids with the same name? 

At first he tried giving the new boy an alias; Texan Tyler, Dallas, Whitney, but none of them stuck. Unlike his moniker; Fat Tyler, seemingly chosen by friends, classmates, fellow students, and teachers alike. He was Fat Tyler because he was fat and the other kid wasn’t. It was that simple.

He bemoaned the name occasionally through elementary and middle school but had grown used to it by high school. Even his parents began using it. It may as well have been written on his birth certificate; Fat Tyler Dibling, born 5th April 1994, Seattle, WA. Parents; Mary and Taylor Dibling - not at all fat. Unlike their son, who was always a proper little porker.

Fat Tyler was one of those kids who was just always big. I first met him in Kindergarten and he was already straining his X-Men t-shirt back then. He still wears X-men t-shirts by the way, they’re just a few sizes larger nowadays. When Tyler Houston appeared it just felt so natural to refer to him as Fat Tyler. Dibling that is. Tyler Houston was chiselled and athletic in build, even in the fifth grade. Fat Tyler on the other hand was as round and doughy as a creamy pumpkin pie.

I first became suspicious that he liked being fat on his 16th birthday when he tried to bet me that he couldn’t eat eight burgers. I protested, because I knew very well that he could. And I didn’t want to lose twenty bucks! But peer pressure got the best of me and I ended up out of pocket. The next day Fat Tyler showed me all the candy he had bought with my twenty and ate it all at recess. He seemed to take pride in his perverted achievement. I tried to tell myself that he was just trying to rub it in but there was something funny in the way he smiled and burped at me once he was done. His globular belly poking out at me.

I didn’t see Fat Tyler for three years while he was at college but afterwards he moved straight back to his parent's here on Bainbridge Island and our friendship picked right back up where it had left off.

I shouldn’t have been shocked to see how much weight he’d gained in his three years at Nevada State, but I was. If he left Washington at 18 years and 270 lbs then he returned 370 lbs at 21. I swear the day that he came back he was wearing exactly the same Wolverine t-shirt that he’d had on the day he left, only now it barely covered his midriff. I remember that shirt well cos he wore it for days at a time through high school despite the sweat stains under his pits and the fact that the Wolverine logo was already badly faded and stretched after years of trying but failing to cover his bulging belly.

“Hey,” he said to me as he waddled up my parent’s drive. He gave me a big bear hug and I felt the strength and softness of his new found bulk. At first he just talked about how great college had been and how much he’d liked the all you can eat dining hall, typical stuff for Fat Tyler. But then the conversation turned to his neighbour Mike, that’s when the trouble began.

Mike was an older guy, he’d have been about thirty five at this time. He had always lived next door to Fat Tyler, in his parents basement. Mike was a geek, not like me and Tyler who liked proper Sci-fi and comic shit. Mike was a proper geek, an old school geek. He hated us for being ‘trendy’ and always accused us of only liking stuff that was popular. I knew that he had a YouTube channel but had never watched it. Fat Tyler had. He’d watched it a lot. He called him a “fucking incel idiot,” and went on four hours about how Mike spent his life uploading negative reviews of everything new under the sun. Apparently Mike liked to claim that everything was ‘woke’ and called out every show and film for being pro-gay-black-trans-lesbian propaganda. None of this shocked me, I knew Mike was a dick, but what I couldn’t work out was why Fat Tyler had let this guy get to him so much. He went on and on about it for hours. I’d never seen him go so long without eating. Mike had really touched a nerve.

It took me a few weeks to get the truth out of Fat Tyler, but I finally managed it over a Burger King. Tyler said, “You know that I’m gay, right?” “Yes,” I told him. It was obvious from the start. “If you weren’t so damn fat we would have all called you Gay Tyler in fifth grade,” I told him. I thought this was funny. He didn't. He just pouted and sucked on this third shake. “I got in an argument with him in the comments section about Doctor Who,” he told me. “For fuck’s sake,” I told him. I asked him why on Earth he would involve himself in such online drivel. He told me that Doctor Who was his favourite show and that he’d gotten into it through an English exchange student friend at college. Apparently, Mike had said all these things about it being ‘woke gay nonsense,’ so Fat Gay Tyler had commented:

“You’re a sad beardy incel wanker (I think he used a British insult on purpose to wind Mike up) that still lives with his Mom. You’ve clearly got no friends apart from your Star Trek action dolls and you can’t fuck them so you take all your rage out on foreign TV shows that you don’t understand. Doctor Who is a tongue in cheek, British children’s sci-fi show, full of irreverent humour, educational information, and social commentary. The fact that it doesn’t appeal to you is because you're a lonely old racist American gen-x grunge dicksplash with no understanding of the world outside your Mom’s basement.”

Fat Tyler then made a fatal error. He signed off the comment with his trademark, “Seattle’s junkies don’t speak for my generation,” and used his own handle, FatTyler5494.

“Oh my God Tyler,” I said to him, “Why would you do that? You know he hates you!?” Fat Tyler explained that he also hated him and that he had been in a rather bad mood after a particularly nasty bout of diarrhoea.

Sorry, I forgot to explain; Fat Tyler was born on the exact same day that Kurt Kobain shot himself. Something that people mention to him almost as often as they call him fat. Tyler hence hates Nirvana and the whole Seattle grunge thing with a vehement passion that he only normally reserves for salads. Mike of course is the world’s biggest Nirvana fan and claims to have seen them live like ten times way back in 1972 or something else unbelievable. Fat Tyler on the other hand used to claim that Blink 182 were the best band ever, so you can see why these two guys never got on.

Back to the point. Mike was blackmailing Fat Tyler. After reading the comment Mike had done some wanky geek internet scouring thing (now I’m using that word, it’s a good word), and found Fat Tyler’s OnlyFans. Fat Tyler refused to show me but was quite frankly amazingly brave and open about the content, which he described to me like this:

“So, I know that you know that I like being fat. I just always have. Well, I met this guy called Danny at College and he was into me, like, you know, into me. He liked me for my size. So, he like started feeding me and it was awesome. He’d buy me like loads of burgers and other take outs and feed me so fucking much food, it was amazing. After knowing him for only like three weeks I gained like 10 lbs and loved it. So, we kept doing that and then he suggested filming it, so we did. Then it started to, you know, get funkier, and we started to really enjoy each other. The OnlyFans started a short while later as a way to pay for more food. It’s amazing how many people are into this.”

If I’m honest I can admit to being a little bit shell shocked. Not by the fact that Fat Tyler had gotten himself into a gainer/feeder relationship, that kinda made perfect sense. I mean you only have to look at the guy. But, being so open about it to me. I felt kinda privileged and promised to help him. So he finished off his final six burgers and we left for his parent’s place to make a plan.

We knew that we had to act quickly to stop Incel Mike from releasing the video of Fat Tyler getting fucked by a femboy face deep in chocolate gateau. Fat Tyler was proud of his size and his exploits but no one wants their Dad to see that. We also knew that the best way to stop Mike was to embarrass him worse. The only way to defeat a blackmailer is with blackmail. Well, that’s what we decided. We sat and thought in Fat Tyler’s kitchen while his Mom made us cherry pie. Fat Tyler had three. But, we couldn’t think of anything. We just didn’t have any dirt on Mike. Yes, he was a homophobic, racist, incel cunt, but everyone already knew that. That’s why we eventually worked out that we would have to fake it.

Making an AI video of your beardy wanker neighbour butt-fucking you while you eat cream pies is not as easy as it sounds. First you have to work out how to get past the safety guards and input exactly the right prompts and even then it still looks terrible and obviously fake. That’s why Fat Tyler insisted that we would have to do it for real. At first I didn’t get it. How would he get a homophobe to fuck him? But that’s not what Fat Tyler meant. He had said that we would have to do it for real. And then just use AI to put Incel Mike's face on my head.

Badly wanting to help my oldest friend I agreed and twenty five cream pies were purchased. Fat Tyler insisting that it had to be realistic and that he had to be in the mood. I spoon fed him the first three pies but that was too slow for his liking so he soon resorted to tipping the whole pie out of the tin foil directly into his mouth. I watched him as he ate and expanded. I was amazed to see just how much his already overblown stomach began to grow as he filled it with pie after pie. It was so round and firm, yet soft to the touch. His belly heaved and growelled as it ballooned out. His huge nipples became erect as I massaged his soft doughy breasts. Finally, when there was only one pie left, he dipped his head face down in it, and presented himself to me.

His ass was so big and so round and wobbly, that I couldn’t believe my luck. With every thrust I could feel every pound of fat as he forced his ballooning buttucks back into me to ensure that my cock was fully pressing into his prostate. We kept on like that for ten minutes as he scoffed at the final pie like a prized hog; until I came deep inside his overloaded guts. This will teach the incel cunt, I thought.

Exhausted after the act, we saved the video onto Fat Tyler’s laptop and fell asleep. Planning to fix the AI face generation thing in the morning. Unfortunately we never got the chance.

You see, Fat Tyler has a little brother, Fat Tristian. And Fat Tristian is a proper little fat bastard. He would have been about 15 at the time and was as round as an overinflated beach ball. Well, Fat Tristian had heard us in the throes of passion and snuck a peak around the bedroom door while I was grinding on his brother. Being 15, he obviously thought this was hilarious and upon noticing that we were filming ourselves hatched his own merciless plan.

While we slept off our exertions he snuck into the room and stole his brother’s laptop in order to immediately upload the best bits of his film to his TikTok. Being a smart little fat fuck, he blurred the bits he needed to and edited our session of passion into short little clips of naked ass-smacking, burping, and gorging. All accompanied by funny captions such as; ‘Gay’, and ‘Pigs’, and ‘My Brother the Gay Pig’. The clips were not up for long, but plenty long enough for Fat Tyler’s Mom, Incel Mike, and the rest of Bainbridge Island to see them.

At first, Fat Tyler pretended to be horrified. Just like he had pretended to hate his nickname as a kid, but I knew him too well. I had been used. This was his plan. He knew all along that an AI generated face would never work. He had plotted with his little brother. Fat Tristian was supposed to see us, he was supposed to upload the video. That way, all the power from Incel Mike’s threat would be gone, Fat Tyler could come out to his parents as a gay gainer, whilst also gaining their sympathy due to being the victim of a horrendous invasion of privacy, and he could finally get me to come out of the closest and admit that I love him.

So, in the end I guess it all worked out well. Me and Fat Tyler now feed and fuck every night of the week. On Sundays I even get to do Fat Tristian. We’re all well over 400 lbs and it’s fucking wonderful. I make sure to tell Incel Mike that every time that I see him. In fact, the last time I saw him he even claimed that he had never gotten into any argument about Doctor Who and that Fat Tyler and Tristian had colluded from the start and made the whole thing up in order to groom me into their depraved ways. God, that guy will lie about anything just to get at Tyler.