Dyson had only been at college for two weeks when he saw him. At first he thought that he must be seeing things, that he must surely be imagining it. Surely, it wasn’t possible that Tyson was going to the same college as him? What were the odds?

He had only met his incorrigibly heavy set cousin once before, but he was never going to forget a body like that. Tyson’s belly had ballooned massively since he had last seen him in the spring. That was only six months ago, yet it appeared that Tyson had managed to smash way past his graduation goal of 350 lbs.

He watched the mesmerising belly bobble and bounce as it strolled purposefully across the courtyard and into the campus Subway. Dyson hid his own slim frame behind a tree and peered nervously towards the automatic doors waiting for his cousin to exit; he had to be sure that it was really him.

Tyson reappeared from the sandwich shop ten minutes later carrying a take out bag that seemed to contain no less than three foot longs. His tanned belly, already straining, hung low out of the bottom of his orange t-shirt. The same type that Dyson wore. Tyson took a seat on a bench in the courtyard and unwrapped his first Meatball Marinara.

Dyson watched dumbstruck as Tyson greedily gnawed away at the extra long greasy sub. 

How could this guy eat so much? 

Dyson felt his own flat, empty, stomach, and wished once again that he had an appetite like his cousin. He still hadn’t been eating properly despite his daily trips to the lake over the summer. Dyson felt much better in himself and had settled into college life with ease, but he still couldn’t bring himself to eat hardly anything. He had no idea what he was going to say to Jeanette at their next zoom meeting.

Tyson finished his first foot long and expertly scrunched up the wrapper and tossed it into the trashcan at the end of the bench. Tyson watched him intently as he gave the underside of his giant overhang a friendly rub and reached into the bag to grab his second sub.

Just as Tyson took his first bite, Dyson noticed his roommate, Harry, ambling towards him. Harry waved at Tyson and shouted a friendly greeting. Tyson stumbled slightly as he attempted to hush and wave him away.

“Hey Dyson! Is that you? That can’t be you?”

Dyson stepped out from behind the tree and waved at his gloriously glutinous cousin.

“Hey! What are the chances? Do you also go here?” Dyson tried to act friendly and normal but inside he was burning up with shame and embarrassment.

Harry, noticing that Tyson was occupied with something else, walked on.

“Yeah! I had no idea! My mom never mentioned that you’d also been accepted, this is amazing!”

Dyson approached the bench and took a seat next to his cousin. He felt like a dwarf by comparison.

“You’re looking good, Tyson,” he said.

“Thanks Cuz! Wish I could say the same about you! How come you’re still so thin? I thought I’d done a good job of helping you to start bulking last time we met?”

Dyson’s face turned bright red. He still couldn’t quite compute how his cousin could be so brazen about his love of fat and urge to gain.

“I want to be bigger, you know I do,but I just can’t bring myself to do it. Everytime I try to eat something I just get this horrendous full feeling in my stomach. It’s almost like there’s this complete disconnect between my stomach and my brain, you know what I mean?”

Tyson burped loudly. Dyson had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed that his fat lookalike had already finished his second sub.

“Hmmm,” Tyson scratched at his thick double chin. “I think I can help, just don’t tell anyone that I did this, okay?”

“Did what?” Dyson was bemused.

Tyson reached into the Subway bag and pulled out his third and final foot long. He ripped it in two and handed half to Dyson.”

“We’ll eat together,” he said.

“Why can’t I tell anyone that you shared your sandwich?” Dyson asked.

“I have a reputation to keep!” Tyson belly laughed so hard that his whole upper body shook. Dyson wondered what that must feel like.

“Ok,” he said, “I’ll give it a go.”

He took a tiny nibble of the bread crust; cheese and herbs. To his surprise it tasted good. He chewed the few small crumbs for much longer than necessary and took a huge gulp in order to force himself to swallow. To his even greater surprise his stomach didn’t immediately complain. It actually tasted good. He took a second bigger bite.

Tyson passed him his extra large cup of Cola. Dyson took a small sip. Sweet. Full fat.

“Thanks,” he said, as he took a third bite of his six incher.

This time he got a mouthful of thick, juicy, meatball. The rich tomato sauce pleasantly tickled his tongue. For the first time in years he realised that he was actually hungry. He swallowed quickly and took another bite.

“Look at you go! That’s my boy!” Tyson said in encouragement as he tossed the greasy wrapper from his half in the trash.

Tyson waited patiently for Dyson to finish. He didn’t want to risk rushing him. He reached deep into the bag again and produced two chocolate chip cookies.

“Like one?” He offered.

Dyson so wanted the cookie, but he already felt totally bloated. He placed a hand on his flat stomach and was surprised to feel that it was ever so slightly softer.

“No thanks, I really couldn’t eat another bite.”

“Do you mind if I do?” Tyson asked.

“Of course not!”

Tyson placed one cookie on top of the other in order to make one bigger cookie and placed the whole thing in his mouth. He took two crunching bites and swallowed.

“Aaahh! That was good!” He said with a wicked smile.

Dyson swore that he saw Tyson’s belly expand as the cookies made their way down his gullet, but he knew that that couldn’t really be the case.

“Can we do this again?” Dyson asked.

“Do what?” Tyson teased.

“Eat together. Something about being with you just helps me relax. It’s strange. We don’t really know each other, but you just kind of put me at ease.”

“Of course, Dude! We’re family. That’s what family’s for!”

For the next few weeks Dyson met up with Tyson once a day in order to share lunch. Tyson had tried to insist that they do it more often than that, but Dyson knew that he had to take his time if this was to work and he wasn’t to relapse into his old ways. Eating once a day was a massive step forward for Dyson.

Jeanette was very pleased to hear that Dyson was beginning to eat a bit better. Though he never said anything to her about his cousin; he knew better than that.

By Thanksgiving Dyson and Tyson were meeting twice a day. Tyson was of course continuing to eat an insanely large amount that only pushed his size and weight up further. Dyson was also getting better. He could now manage a whole foot long to himself; so long as his other meal was small. Tyson was thrilled with his progress.

By the time Christmas came around Dyson was eating just like any normal person. His parents were thrilled when he finished his whole Christmas dinner and asked what was for dessert.

When he returned to college in the new year he proudly showed Tyson his little post-holiday belly. He lifted his orange t-shirt and allowed Tyson to give his belly a gentle poke. Gone were the thin hard washboard abs of malnutrition. In their place he had developed a slight but noticeable little layer of podge. He was by no means fat; he just looked like any other American boy of his age. Tyson gave him a big bear hug, and as he sank into his cousin’s deep soft flab he felt a small stirring in his pants. Ashamedly, he pushed himself away.

“What’s wrong?” Tyson asked him.

“Oh nothing!” He couldn’t think quickly enough to make an excuse.

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling like that, you know?”

“Feeling like what? I don’t feel like anything!”

Tyson knew not to push it any further. “Shall we go grab a snack? I could really do with some pizza.”

“Ok, but I might just have some fries.”

“A large portion?”

“Ok, but nothing more. I already overdid it over the holidays.”

Tyson knew just how to push his little cousin to the next level.

Easter came around early that year so Dyson and Tyson decided to remain on campus. With no classes and very few other students around it left them with much more time and freedom to hang out and eat together.

On Easter Sunday they were chilling in Dyson’s dorm, playing XBox and feasting on chocolate. Tyson had consumed at least seven Easter eggs and was starting on his eighth when he suddenly noticed all of the empty boxes on the floor by Dyson’s feet.

“How many have you had?” He asked him.

“I dunno, five or six?”

Tyson counted the boxes. Dyson was underestimating. He had kept up with his obese cousin. Tyson looked at his once skinny cousin’s belly. It was protruding nicely out of the bottom of his chocolate stained t-shirt. Tyson couldn’t be sure exactly when it had happened but his cousin had gained a little starter belly. It was soft and curved and smooth. Dyson’s pudgy little overhang was perfectly round at the bottom and lifted his t-shirt up just an inch in order to give itself some daylight. Dyson reached over and gave it a little stroke.

“Oi! What are you doing?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Your belly just looks so small and sweet and succulent.”

“Dude, we’re cousins!”

“Don’t you not remember that night in the car? The day we first met, outside that drive thru?”

Dyson eyed him suspiciously. He remembered well, but had tried to block it from his mind.

“It was you then who wanted to touch my belly. You really enjoyed it. In fact we both really enjoyed it, if you remember?”

Tyson wore a filthy smile as he spoke. The memory of him and his cousin pleasuring themselves together, after he had stuffed himself on copious amounts of burgers and pizzas, was a very happy one.

“I…I… don’t think we should…”

Dyson couldn’t finish his stumbling sentence due to Tyson kissing him on the lips. He allowed it to continue for a few seconds as the fat boy’s warm chocolatey breath tasted so nice, before coming back to himself and pulling away.

“Dude!”

“You’re so beautiful Dyson, and your pudgy little belly is so sexy. You’re going to look magnificent when you swell up huge!”

“Dude! We’re related! We look almost identical!”

“Who cares? I want your lips all over my fat!”

The twitch in Dyson’s underwear alarmed him: “You’re the one who wants to gain weight. I just needed to get over my own food issues!” He protested.

“Why are you lying to yourself? Look at all those empty Easter egg boxes, look at your chocolate stained lips, look at that soft pudgy little belly. You want this just as much as I do.”

Tyson leaned in for another kiss. Dyson made a half-hearted attempt to hold his fat cousin away, before quickly giving in and allowing himself to be enveloped in his cousin’s soft giant belly folds.

After their little tryst, Dyson was a bit more standoffish towards his ever expanding cousin. They continued to eat together several times a day, and their pig out sessions only continued to grow in size; however, neither of them made another romantic move. They were both too busy eating and swelling their respective bellies. Dyson, of course, continued to eat the most, and his almost comically large belly continued to expand on a daily basis. Every pound gained seemed to go straight to his straining waistline as his huge low hanging balloon belly continued to expand out and out, and out.

Dyson was also looking fat now. His own belly was also round and balloon shaped, though he had yet to gain much weight on his chest, face, and limbs. Tyson thought he looked so cute and funny with his oversized gut hanging two or three inches over his tight blue shorts. It looked so out of place attached to the front of his small slight frame. This newly expanded, and constantly bloated belly, now caused his small orange t-shirt to ride up so high that even his deepening belly button was on constant show. Dyson refused to size up his clothes though. He loved how tight they felt and he loved how his fat ball belly was always proudly on display. It was like a dream come true. And he knew that he had his huge sexy cousin to thank for it.

It was the 4th of July and both Dyson and Tyson were drunk. They’d spent the day celebrating their nation’s independence at McConnegal’s, filling their ever expanding faces at the all you can eat pizza and pancake buffet. Forced to leave, when it closed early, they went to meet Jylian who had sourced some beers from his older brother. They gave him a fifty and told him to keep the change. They took the crate around the back of the house and downed twelve beers each before heading out to the block party in order to partake in the BBQ.

Drunk and full of meat they stumbled back to Dyson’s bedroom in order to lie down and rest their aching bellies.

Tyson lay on the bed and let out what he considered to be the world’s longest and loudest burp. Not to be undone, Dyson swallowed some air and let rip with his own mouth horn. They both giggled uncontrollably. Tyson rubbed his swollen aching undergut and gave himself a little prod in the lower intestine; “Uuuuurrrrrppppppp!” Dyson laughed, swallowed another big mouthful of air and lent over the reclining Tyson. He moved his lips close to Tyson’s and gave him a huge wet open mouthed kiss whilst burping simultaneously straight down his throat; “Uuuuuurrrrrrrrppppppp!”

Overcome with hunger and desire, Tyson told Dyson that his burp was the most delicious thing he’d eaten that day, and both boys embraced passionately. Huge belly rubbing up against huge belly.

Dyson broke off the french kiss after a couple of minutes in order to speak:

“I don’t know what I want,” He said.

“Yes, you do. You want to get fatter. You want your belly to grow and swell until it’s the biggest fattest belly that the world has ever seen,” Tyson replied.

Such talk only made Dyson harder.

“Yes, but that’s not what I mean. I don’t know if I want you to fuck me or me to fuck you?”

“What’s the difference?” Tyson asked.

“I don’t know. They both sound wonderful,” Dyson said, as he suddenly made a move for Tyson’s boxer shorts and took a tight hold of his fat dopelganger’s cock.

Tyson groaned with pleasure as Dyson started to stimulate his shaft.

“I feared that you would never want to do this,” he moaned.

“Why would I not want this?” Dyson replied.

“Because you said that we were cousins. First cousins. Isn’t that illegal?”

“Only in some states,” Dyson replied, pulling harder on his bloated fat twin’s cock. “And anyway I’m pretty sure that only applies to straight people. What harm are we doing?”

“None at all,” Tyson replied, as he dug his hands deep into Dyson’s boxers and began to repay the favour.

The identical boys kissed and fondled each other's huge shaking round bellies as they continued to pleasure each other for a few minutes.

His fat laden hand starting to tire, Dyson paused momentarily, and whispered in Tyson’s ear; before giving it a little nibble:

“So,who’s going to top?”

“I thought you were greedy?” Came the surprising and teasing reply.

“I am greedy,” Dyson whispered, “I am a very greedy boy.”

“Then don’t you want to do both?”

A wicked smile came across both of their fat faces as they gazed into their glutinous soul. 

Dyson licked two of his fingers and with very little warning dug them deep inside Tyson’s willing but unprepared anus. Hundreds of pounds of belly fat shook with pain, shock, and delight. Tyson rolled his cumbersome body onto his side and cocked his right leg slightly in order to make more room for Dyson. His giant belly splayed out several feet in front of him and he squealed with delight as he felt Dyson’s wet face dig itself deep in between his thunderous thighs and begin to work its magic with its greedy tongue.

He closed his eyes and groped as much of his belly fat as he could get ahold of while he shivered and quivered with joy. Before he knew it he felt Dyson enter him. He grimaced and bit down on his pillow, slightly tempted to eat it, as Dyson began to heavily shove his weight forwards and backwards. Tyson’s huge circular ass cheeks vibrated to the rythmic sound of fat slapping against fat. Out of the window the beginning of the firework display could be heard.

Exhausted from the effort Dyson slumped back down on the bed. He smiled to himself as he watched his cum leaking back out of Tyson’s extra wide rump.

“My turn,” Tyson said.

Dyson rolled over onto his front. He didn’t need to raise his knees or arch his back to present himself; his huge fat round belly pushing down into the mattress did the job for him. Tyson stared at the two huge globular cheeks, identical to his own, and tugged on his cock, drool dripping from his thick greedy lips. With effort he bent forward sending his own giant ball of belly fat down into the mattress and with two hugely fat hands he parted the twin moons and attached his saliva covered lips to Dyson’s twinkling star. Dyson’s howls of pleasure were muffled by the sound of exploding fireworks and Tyson began to eat his fat ass out harder than he’d ever eaten anything in his life.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Tyson withdrew his tongue and positioned himself for entry. He lifted his heaving growling belly and placed it on top of Dyson’s pleading ass, in order to be able to hold himself and enter successfully. Tyson felt his entire weight on top of him as he forced entry and began to grind gently on the world’s most luscious swollen twin cheeks.

As Tyson unloaded himself for the second time that night, a mighty bang and cheer could be heard outside as the display reached its climax. He dropped to the bed, exhausted, sweating, and panting heavily. After a few moments of silent post-coital bliss he picked up the crusty Kleenex and wiped the smegma from the end of his dick, before dropping the tissue on the floor. Two had finally become one.

He opened his phone and began to scroll while he contemplated what to order on DoorDash.

Postscript:

“It’s nice to see you again Ty…er…Dy…er, it’s been a long time.”

“My name is Tyson Hoover. I’m 19 years old, I weigh 386 lbs, and I have a huge giant balloon shaped belly that loves to suck up food.”

“It’s fantastic to finally meet you Tyson. How are you doing today?”

“I’m great thanks, I’m up 4 lbs already this week and we’ve not even had Fat Boy Friday yet!”

“That’s fantastic to hear. I’m so glad that you’re finally feeling like yourself again.”

“Thanks, it feels really good to get back on the scales.”

“I just need to ask you a few questions in order to ascertain a few things. Is that okay?”

“Sure,”

“You promise that you won’t get angry with me?”

“No way, go ahead!”

“How would you describe your relationship with food?”

“Better than ever. My appetite never subsides. I’m always hungry and I’m consuming more with every day that passes. Look how big my belly is!”

“That’s great Tyson, that’s really great.”

“Would you like to know what I had for breakfast today?”

“Go on then.”

“Eight rashers of streaky bacon, twelve eggs - sunny side up, french toast, butterscotch pancakes, more french toast, six chocolate pop tarts, six strawberry pop tarts, a gallon of apple juice, three chocolate milks, and a key lime pie.”

“And how did you feel after eating all of that?”

“Hungry!”

“Good boy. One more question…”

“Ok,”

“Have you seen or spoken to your cousin Dyson recently?”

“No.”

“And why not?”

“Because the scrawny little bitch doesn’t exist.”

“What do you mean he doesn’t exist? He’s your cousin isn’t he? I thought you’d spent the year together at college?”

“He doesn’t exist because I made him up. He was a figment of my imagination.”

“And why would you do that? Why would you make him up?”

“Because he was a quasi-physical representation of my subconscious doubts about continuing to gain. I couldn’t accept that I might not be a good Surplus so I invented Dyson so that I had someone to project those uncomfortable thoughts onto. But it’s okay now, he’s dead.”

“What do you mean; he’s dead? How do you know he’s dead?”

“Because I killed him.”

“And how did you do that exactly?”

“I fed and fucked him to death. I fed him till he was as fat as me and then I fucked him in his fucking fat ass and he fucking loved it!”

“So you killed him by turning him into a gainer?”

“Exactly! If he represented my doubts about gaining then the only sensible thing to do was to get him into gaining. Once he admitted that he loved being fat, and that he loved me for being fat, well then it wasn’t possible for me to have any doubts anymore. I guess I learnt to love myself.”

“Okay, but how did you get him to gain when he didn’t really exist?”

“Oh easy, I just pretended to be him and ate twice as much myself! One day I even ate 16 Easter eggs in one go! Man, that was a good day. You should’ve seen how filthy and sickly and bloated I was. Man, I blew my load hard that day!”

“Excellent Tyson, you’ve made outstanding progress. I’m going to recommend that we reduce your medication.”

“Wait! What? The appetite inducers? God! No! Please! No! I want more of them, not less! This belly needs to boom out of these shorts!”

“Perfect Tyson, perfect. You’re totally cured. I’m going to double your prescription and recommend that you be allowed back to camp forthwith.”

“Thank you, Jeanette, thank you so much! I promise that I’m going to keep eating everything in sight and grow the biggest fattest belly that you’ve ever seen! I’ll be over 500 by the time I turn 20, I promise!”

“That’s lovely to hear. Now how many of the chocolates on my table are you going to steal before you leave?”

“What chocolates? Uurrppp!!”

“Good boy, you’ll be the biggest yet, you wait and see.”