“Would you like extra bacon with that?” “Yes, please.” “And extra cheese?” “Yes.” “Toasted?” “Yes, thank you.” Tobias was as polite as he was hungry. “Can I also have an extra cookie?” “Yes, of course. Which kind?” “Raspberry cheesecake, please.” “Would you like a drink with that to make it a meal?” “Yes, I’ll take a soda, thanks.” “Large or medium?” “How much extra is the large?” “Twenty kronor.” “And how much do you charge for refills?” “Ten kronor.” “Then I’ll just take the medium and pay for a refill now, thank you.” He was also good with money. 

He took the medium sized cup and filled it with full fat cola, no ice, while he waited for the server to finish building his footlong. “Which sauce would you like?” “Southwest, please.” The server wrapped the overfull sub and handed it to Tobias who tapped his phone against the terminal in order to pay. His phone pinged and a notification from the Subway app told him that he was entitled to a free twelve centimetre sandwich. He showed it to the server. “I’m afraid I can’t discount that for you now. You will have to redeem it the next time you come in.” “No, you misunderstand, he said. “I’ll take it now. Exactly the same filling please.” 

The server nodded and went to make up the sandwich. The girl in the queue behind him showed no emotion, though she was internally frustrated by the delay that this was going to cause her. He would be such a good looking boy otherwise, she thought. A couple of minutes later Tobias refilled his coke, collected his second sub, and went to sit down with his friends.

Charlie scooted up so that there was room for Tobias to sit. Aaron sat opposite looking at both of Tobias’ subs but made no comment. All three boys were dressed similarly in the way that teenage friends subconsciously do. Each had white linen trousers with an elasticated waistband, sandals or flip flops, and a cream t-shirt, although the exact shade of these differed very slightly. They sat in relative silence. Aaron had his earphones in, Charlie scrolled on his phone, and Tobias just concentrated on not dripping the sauce from his subs down his light clothing. It was only when they all finished eating and Tobias got up to take a second refill, correctly assuming that the server wouldn’t notice and try to charge him an additional ten kronor, that any of them really spoke.

“Are you guys going to the lake tonight?” Aaron asked. “Maybe,” Tobias replied, “Who else is going to be there?” “Everyone from Gymnasium.” Charlie said. “No one new then?” Tobias queried. “Daniel will be there,” Charlie said. “And there’ll be a grill,” Aaron added. “I’ll think about it,” Tobias lied. “He’ll be there,” Charlie said with a smile. “Maybe,” Tobias lied again. The boys started to rise in order to leave. Tobias lent to the left in order to remove himself from the booth, in doing so exposing a thick slice of right love handle to Charlie who noted how soft and tanned his friend’s wide sides were becoming. He’ll be there, Charlie thought.

Tobias removed his helmet from the compartment under the seat of his moped and smoothly slid it down over his head. The moped’s suspension sank five or six centimetres as he sat his plush backside down on the brown leather seat and he waved to his friends, who were walking away in the direction of the train. He started the electric motor and headed out of the car park the opposite way back towards Nacka. Due to the limited power of his moped he was not allowed to ride down the highway so took the old road to Nacka Centrum, where he crossed over the 222, rode around the back of the Circle K, and pulled up in the McDonald’s car park. Tobias would never admit it, not even to himself, but he was secretly ashamed of eating too much in front of his friends.

The cool air conditioning was a relief as he walked up to the selection screen. He clicked the option to order via the app, where he had earned himself a twenty percent discount, and selected a large McTasty with bacon meal with a vanilla shake. When prompted to add any extras to his order he selected; eight McNuggets, two truffle mayonnaise dips, seven chilli cheese tops, and an Oreo McFlurry for dessert. He opted for table service so took one of those plastic triangles, number seventy nine, and found himself somewhere to sit next to a window away from the other customers. He wasn’t really that hungry after his subs but he wanted to look his best for the lake that evening so a good lunch was going to be important. He stared into space and thought about what he was going to wear later while he waited for his food to arrive.

Tobias was shocked but showed no emotion when Daniel brought him his order. He honestly had no idea that he worked there. “It’s a summer job. I started last weekend,” Daniel told him without being prompted with a question. “Oh cool, I guess it suits you?” “It sure does, all the fit boys come in here!” Tobias blushed, hoping that this was as much a compliment as a general comment. Tobias had become aware of Daniel’s taste in men in the spring when he happened to catch him scrolling through a dating app at the back of English class. With his phone hidden under the table Daniel must have believed that nobody could see what he was looking at. Too shy to say anything directly Tobias had spent the next few months working on his body in an attempt to gain Daniel’s attention.

“Are you going to the lake later?” Daniel asked him. “Maybe,” he lied again. “Oh do come, there’s going to be a grill, you know? You’ll love it. All those boys and sausages! We can eat and then go bathing?” Tobias was thrilled. Daniel was actually flirting with him! He regretted not ordering more. “Ok,” he said, “So long as we get to hang together?” “Of course Toby! You’re my favourite, you know?” Tobias couldn’t help but smile at his friend who smiled back. His stomach rumbled causing him to frown with embarrassment. He didn’t want to show this much emotion to Daniel but was finding it hard to contain himself. “Oh no, I’m keeping you from your lunch! I’ll let you eat and will see you later.” “No problem, I’m glad I bumped into you.” Daniel wandered away back towards the kitchen and Tobias picked up his McTasty with bacon and took a large bite.

Fifteen minutes later, Tobias slurped down the last of his McFlurry. He rubbed his ample stomach. He felt side-splittingly full and desperately needed the toilet. Not that he was ever going to use a public bathroom. His rounded-out belly bumped into the table as he shuffled his heavy backside along the bench and removed himself from the booth. As he stood he stretched his arms out and breathed heavily, unaware that a pair of deep brown eyes were watching him from behind the burger station. His cream t-shirt rode up over the mound of his belly and he struggled to pull it down again. Man he was full. He pulled at the waist of his trousers to ensure that nothing that shouldn’t be was showing at the back, covered his mouth to burp, and made his way to the exit.

The heat hit him hard as he walked back out into the car park. People assume that it’s always cold in Sweden but that’s not actually the case. There are often two or three weeks in the summer when the weather can actually be good. That was now. The sky was a brilliant clear blue and the sun beat strongly down upon him. He felt a bit of sweat run down from his armpits and over his folds. He desperately needed to get home to shower, relax, and choose his clothes for the evening. Being seen in public with sweat marks was a real social faux-pas that could completely ruin this, until now, perfect day. He climbed back onto his white moped, which sank six or seven centimetres, and slowly made his way back to his house in Duvnäs. His moped didn’t have a lot of power left and running out of electricity halfway home would be a nightmare, so he trundled along at twenty kilometres an hour enjoying the sensation of the bike’s motor vibrating against the inner side of his thick thighs.

Tobias lived in a large white wooden house overlooking the bay. He shared it with his parents and older sister. His Dad was in the garage playing with the charger for his Polestar as Tobias pulled up onto the driveway. “You’re home late, your mother was expecting you back for lunch.” His father was a forty eight year old hipster, a muscular man with a typical side parting haircut and arms painted into full length sleeves. He worked at an investment bank in Norrmalm. “That’s ok Dad, I’ve eaten out.” “That wasn’t my point. She took the effort to make food for you and you didn’t show.” “Sorry, Dad. I guess I just got caught up talking to my friends.” “Ok, I understand that but be a good boy. She’s put your portion in the fridge and I know that she’ll only be more upset if it goes to waste.” Tobias now needed the toilet so badly that eating anymore was the last thing on his mind but he knew that his Dad was right. “Ok,” he said, “I’ll take it up to my room with me.” “Good lad!”

Tobias took the tray out from the refrigerator and took it up to his bedroom where he laid it on the large double bed, and headed straight for the bathroom. Twenty minutes later he was back feeling very relieved and a lot less bloated. He turned on the large ceiling fan, removed his sweaty t-shirt, and sat on the bed next to the tray. He sat like that for a few moments just relaxing in his post-eating, post-toileting state when he caught a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror at the foot of his bed. He fidgeted a bit with his posture in order to get into the best position to be able to check himself out.

Even by Swedish standards Tobias was a good looking boy. Had he been born anywhere else then he could seriously have gotten work as a model. Maybe not at the Paris fashion show but definitely in any number of clothing catalogues. He was of course also very fat, and although this would of course be held against him by some (such as the girl he delayed in Subway earlier) it had not always been the case. Now eighteen years old Tobias had started to gain weight as he approached the end of grundschool when he was fifteen. When he had first gotten his moped and stopped taking part in any sports. He had only been purposefully gaining, in order to impress Daniel, as previously stated, for the last three months. He was, however, very good at it. He stroked the top of his circular belly before sliding his padded paws down his sides. He squeezed at his muffin top and moved his hands to the front of his protruding stomach and lifted it up. He liked how soft and heavy it felt. He loved how round and bulbous it was. He ran a pudgy finger along a new stretch mark that ran up from his crotch just to the left of his belly button. He had never noticed it before. He reached over to his right hand side and with effort removed a tub of coconut oil from the bedside table. He hated stretch marks and had read that coconut oil was good for treating them. This seemed to be working in general as the ones he had seemed to improve, yet for some reason new ones wouldn’t stop appearing. He rubbed the cream all over his belly, just to be sure, and continued to admire himself. His once perk chest was now soft and doughy as were his arms and legs. Sitting on the bed like this he enjoyed how all the fat from the back of his thighs was pushed around to his inside leg. This made him feel particularly fat as he grabbed a handful of one of the soft semi-circular mounds of flab and began to play with it. Enjoying himself like this only made him want to gain more and he remembered the tray lying next to him. It contained four large open sandwiches smothered in a thick and creamy beetroot salad topped with meatballs, a very generous eight meatballs per slice. He drooled slightly from his thick red lips and licked the saliva away with his strong young tongue. Tobias had the puffed out face of an angel. Soft, lucious, dimpled cheeks, each side of a small round and slightly upturned piggy nose. Above this were his deep blue Swedish eyes and silky mop of blonde Swedish hair. He looked at himself in the mirror and grunted softly. Even by his own standards he had already eaten a lot and wasn’t feeling hungry in the slightest. He knew however that his trip to the toilet had now at least made further consumption at least theoretically possible. He looked down at the sandwiches and picked one up with his fat left hand. He lifted it to his upturned nostrils and sniffed. It smelt so good, but it didn’t increase his appetite in the way that he was hoping it would. His tummy didn’t growl. He still felt full. On any other day he probably would have just left the sandwiches or even thrown them away, but he really wanted to look his best for Daniel. He really wanted to do this.

He took a long deep bite into the sandwich. It tasted good but did nothing for him. Normally when he ate he could feel the anticipation in his stomach, but now he couldn’t feel anything. That wonderful yearning sensation deep down in his gut just wasn’t there. He had felt it earlier at Subway, and at McDonald’s, but now all he felt was full. He knew he had to get through the wall. He knew he had to keep eating anyway. 

He picked up the pace and rammed the rest of the first sandwich into his mouth and chewed as fast as he could. He tried to do the same with the second but the stuffed feeling seemed to climb slowly up his oesophagus as if his body was trying to physically block him from swallowing any more. How did his cousins manage to keep this up all the time? Finally the second sandwich was down and he started to feel a real sense of achievement. He smiled at himself in the mirror and noticed that he was hard. He badly wanted to touch himself but had his hopes for the evening. Holding off from relieving himself when he was this stuffed was almost unbearable. He took the third sandwich and demolished it as quickly as the first, he had found his second wind. The fourth sandwich he smashed down in seconds as the wall crumbled and he felt his belly strain. He sat there for a few seconds looking at his heaving ball gut that bobbed up and down with every heavy breath. He looked at the empty tray. He needed more. He rolled kind of sideways off the bed and thumped down the stairs. Halfway down he stopped with the sudden realisation that he was rocking a massive boner under his thin linen trousers and that he had no t-shirt on anymore to try to cover it up with. He closed his eyes and repeated to himself, “Margaret Thatcher naked, Margaret Thatcher naked,” ten times over. A trick he had learned from some old British TV show. His excitement subsided and he calmly continued down the stairs and into the kitchen.

He was met there by his sister Linnea who was sitting at the central island sipping on a glass of Prosecco. She was three years his elder, ten centimetres taller, half his weight, and wearing a white flannel dress. “Look how fucking fat you are!” She said to him in a way that only siblings can. He stared at her and simply said, “Fuck off, Linnea!” in a way that only brothers do. All of his usual politeness gone in an instant of sibling rivalry.

To be fair to Linnea she wasn’t used to seeing her younger brother topless and his weight gain over the previous three months had been excessive. Hence, she was honestly surprised by the size of his naked tits and gut hanging loose over his stretched out elasticated waist. “What size are those trousers?” She asked. “Fuck off, Linnea,” He repeated, before pausing and answering quietly, “double XL.” “Have you seen how fat Tobias has got?” Linnea asked their mother who had appeared from the garden through the open kitchen door. Tobias turned to look at his tall and slim mother. “Now don’t be mean Linnea, it’s probably just a bit of puppy fat.” Puppy fat? Linnea thought, Is she insane? “Did you eat the sandwiches I made for you darling?” “Yes, thanks Mum. They were delicious.” “Good, you know how I hate food to go to waste. It’s terrible for the environment.” “Yes, Mother, I concur.” Tobias said. “So is unnecessary overconsumption,” Linnea added. Tobias and her mother looked at her, causing her to fall quiet. “I was just thinking of having a bit of pudding,” Tobias said. “Of course, you were you…” Linnea was once more cut off by her mother’s eyes. Unbeknown to Linnea she had just helped her greedy brother to gain access to the extra calories that he so desired. Without her nasty bitterness Tobias’ mother would have been quite likely to ask him if that was really necessary. However, she now felt the motherly need to protect her special boy. “Of course,” she said, “There’s a princess torta and vanilla sauce in the fridge.” “Thanks, Mum,” Tobias replied in his usual polite and calm tone as he went to remove the large cake and jug from the fridge and took it back up to his bedroom. He took the whole fucking cake, Linnea thought to herself but didn’t now dare complain about.

His boner back, Tobias was now standing in front of his mirror with his linen trousers around his ankles. He had already poured the jug of vanilla sauce all over the rich chocolatey cake, which he held in his left hand. His right hand held a spoon. He looked at his heavingly full belly, determined to see it swell and grow in front of him, and dug the spoon in. The cake was so rich and sickly and thanks to the sauce it slipped easily down his throat, as he sighed with pleasure with every mouthful. He felt his aching stomach swell and bloat as he layered it up with calorific carbs, sugars, and creams. This was the most he had ever eaten in a day and they were going to have a grill later. He wiped the last of the sauce from his thick greedy lips and dreamt about what Daniel might do to him underwater, or in the forest. His phone buzzed and he realised that it was time to get ready, so headed straight to the bathroom to shower, shit, shave, and shit.

As he had forgotten to charge his moped up, his Dad kindly agreed to give him a lift to the lake. His Dad was actually pleased about this as he knew that teenage lake parties meant drinking and would much rather that his son didn’t take his moped. Tobias was sitting in the front seat of the Polestar wearing his best white linen shirt, and a new pair of white linen trousers, he also had a thin white sweatshirt hung over his shoulders in case it got a bit chilly later. The shirt was an XL so was really struggling to contain all of Tobias. This was a key part of his plan to attract Daniel. By his feet he had a paper bag with six bottles of IPA and fifty ‘prinskorv’ sausages, his offer for the grill. 

“I notice you have your best shirt on, are you trying to impress someone this evening?” “No, Dad, I just like to look my best.” They drove on in knowing silence. “Well I’m sure there will be plenty of pretty boys there tonight.” “What makes you assume I’m after a boy?” “Oh come on, Tobias, who do you think you’re fooling!” “I told you, I’m a bicurious demisexual.” “Forgive me, my English isn’t quite as good as you young ones. Does that mean you love the cock?” His father said in perfect estuary English before laughing hysterically at his own joke. “Fuck you Dad,” Tobias also said in English, in a jovial tone, realising that any negative reaction would only encourage his father to further this ridiculously uncomfortable conversation. They pulled up into the car park for Erstaviksbadet, a two minute walk from the lake, Lundsjön, and Tobias gladly alighted from the car holding his brown bag tightly up against his bulging belly. “Thanks Dad, see you in the morning!” “Don’t choke on all those sausages!” Tobias slammed the door shut and waddled off to find Daniel.

The music could be heard from at least a kilometre away. The sound carried easily through the still evening woodland. Tobias followed it and soon came to the grill place on a rocky ledge hanging out about two metres above the lake. There was a crowd of about thirty youths there and he soon spotted Charlie and Aaron who beckoned him over. He just waved back at them and kept looking around. There was only one person he was interested in finding. Daniel appeared from behind a rather large girl. He was wearing a white vest and grey baggy shorts that Tobias noticed immediately sagged below his thick athletic butt. Daniel had a chiselled physique and was not shy about showing it off. The handsome boy brushed his brown hair out of his eyes in that flirtatious way that girls do and came over to Tobias. “Wow! You look great!” He beamed, his eyes going directly to Tobias’ straining gut. “Thanks, you look good too.” Tobias responded. “What have you got there?” Daniel asked, pointing at the paper bag that Tobias was still clinging onto for dear life. “Just some beer and sausages,” he replied. “Perfect for that wonderful tank of yours!” “Haha, I guess so.” Daniel led Tobias over to the grill, opened a beer for him, and emptied half of the packet of sausages onto the tray that hung over the open fire. “That’ll do you to start with,” he said.

Daniel and Tobias sat chatting and drinking while they waited for the sausages to cook. Tobias downed his beers while Daniel sipped from a bottle of white wine. They talked about school, and friends, and what they were going to do at gymnasium, all the time eyeing each other up, avoiding the direct conversation about what they both knew was coming next that evening. When the sausages were done Tobias made a polite but obviously fake objection that he had brought them for everyone while Daniel collected them all onto a plate and led him away to a “secret place that I know where you can eat them in private.”

After walking through the trees for only a minute or so they came out into a small but secluded clearing with a simple wooden picnic table in the middle. They could still hear the party, but they could no longer see it, and no one could see them. Tobias immediately sat down on the bench as he was already feeling tired from walking. Daniel placed the plate of twenty five or so golden barbecued sausages in front of him and sat down close next to him. The act of sitting caused Tobias’ belly to bulge out further in front of him than when he was standing. This was the first time that he had sat down in his too small shirt and the button immediately above his naval immediately gave way and popped off him with a “zing.” “Haha, oh wow!” Daniel declared. “Now we’ve just got to pop the rest of them!” With that comment he moved his right hand along the crease of Tobias’s big round gut and slid his hand in under the linen, making perfect use of the space created by the now missing button. He slowly began to stroke and caress the soft layer of belly fat.

“I saw what you ate at McDonald’s earlier. I was very impressed. Did you eat all of that for me?” Tobias thought about lying and saying, yes, for a moment, but decided that the truth was even better. “No, not really, but I’m glad that you were there to see it. I honestly had no idea that you would be there. I have, however, been growing to try to get your attention.” “Good boy!” Daniel beamed, “It’s certainly worked. You look amazing for it!” He said, as he started to rub and kneed Tobias’ belly fat with more enthusiasm. “I’m glad you like it. I really went to town for you today. I’ve eaten more than ever in my life!” On Daniel’s request Tobias listed everything that had gone down his gullet that day; at Subway, at McDonald’s, and at home. “Oh wow! Thank you Tobias! No wonder you look so fat and sexy!” Daniel dug his forefinger into Tobias’ naval and started to gently circulate it just as he lent over and laid a delicate peck on Tobias’ fat dimpled cheek. “Now it’s time to eat more, sexy. Time to eat all of these sausages for me.” 

Tobias smiled and picked up the fist sausage just as Daniel’s hand made its way south into his tight linen trousers. Tobias swallowed the first sausage whole while Daniel pleasured him. By sausage number eight Daniel was pleasuring Tobias with his mouth. The elephantine boy sighed and groaned as he rubbed his sexy friend’s hair with one hand and loaded his mouth with yet another sausage with the other. Daniel took Tobias deep in his mouth, using only his lips and tongue, as his hands explored every centimetre of new, growing fat. He pushed his face deep into Tobias’ expanding belly as the fat glutton polished off sausage number fifteen. Tobias’ belly was now feeling even fuller than it had been earlier that afternoon, but there was no way he was going to stop now. This was the best day ever.

At sausage number twenty the inevitable happened and three of the other four buttons that were done up on his shirt burst forcefully off as his expanding gut finally defeated the tension in the soft thread and linen. The only button left done up was the one that sat in the dimpled crack between the top of his domed belly and his ripe thickening breasts. Daniel gagged with pleasure but did not withdraw his mouth. Instead his hands set to work exploring higher up Tobias’ abdomen. He pinched and caressed the role of fat that had formed at the top of Tobia’s belly before moving his fingers up to his doughy chest and squeezing tightly on his nipples. As Tobias finished the final sausage, number twenty seven, he declared his victory and Daniel dug his hands into his fat as tightly as he could as he pushed his head even deeper into the plush ball of belly fat. Tobias, for his part, undid the final button on his shirt so that it split open exposing the entirety of his bulbous bloated gut. He lent back, placed his fat hands on his soft thick love handles and copped a feel of his own gluttony whilst pushing his belly out and admiring just how very fucking fat he was. In this glorious position he felt a rush of blood to his groin, pushed his thick fat oversized thighs closer together, squashing Daniel’s head, and came furiously whilst shouting, “Pow, Pow, Pow!” with every youthfully energetic squirt of semen. Daniel, like the good boyfriend that he was destined to be, swallowed every drop.

After they had recovered from their trist both boys returned happily to the party. They met up with Aaron and Charlie, drank some more beer and wine and chatted idly. Tobias mentioned how excited he was that his cousins from America were due to visit at the end of the summer and how much he was sure Daniel would like them. After an hour or so of this Daniel suggested to Tobias that he might be getting hungry and that he was sure there were some sausages left on the grill. Tobias agreed instantly that they should go check it out. He was well aware that Daniel hadn’t come yet and was already imagining the further fat fun that was in store for them both.

At the grill, overcome with excitement, he grabbed the first cooked sausage he saw, laid it in a bun, and squirted a ton of mustard on it. Slightly drunk and overly keen he ate it without his usual level of polite caution, causing a large dollop of mustard to fall down onto the lapel of his still wide open white linen shirt. 

“It’s ruined!” he screamed. “What is?” Daniel asked him, “Your shirt?” “All of it!” he declared. “The shirt, tonight, us! The best day ever it’s ruined!” “It’s just a bit of mustard, babe.” Daniel tried to calm him down and make him see reason. But Tobias wasn’t having any of it. “It’s ruined, it’s ruined!” he cried over and over again as he made his way back to the car park and texted his Dad to pick him up. 

“What on Earth was that about?” Daniel asked Charlie and Aaron. “Beat us if we know,” they replied. “It’s ruined! It’s the worst day ever!” They heard Tobias cry in the distance.