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Uranus's Tummy at Christmas.

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This include's male weight gain and stuffing. Don't like, don't look?.

* Might be a little early for a Christmas story but who cares!?



Uranus Skyward was on his best behavior, he repeatedly asked his boyfriend, Daniel Howard to tell him a little more about his parents, but he was typically reticent. Daniel wondered what his parents will think of Uranus's overeating and massive gut.

"They're nice" was all that Daniel repiled.

Well, fudge: Richard Howard was "nice." That didn't tell Uranus anything. In consequence, he was nervous as they approached his parents' house.

Christmas dinner as a first meeting was a potential social bomb. He wiped his hands on his jeans before getting out of the Jeep.

They looked "nice," Daniel's description. Mrs. Howard had a kind face framed with salt-and-pepper hair and wore an apron over her blouse and skirt. Mr. Howard, a astronomer professor, had mostly black hair and a matching mustache and beard. He was, stereotypically, smoking a pipe, and the sweet-acrid smell perfumed the room.

Their timing was perfect, Uranus and Daniel had arrived just before Mr. Howard was setting the turkey on the table. He was, it developed, an expert carver, and the meal was quickly underway. Uranus was eager to please, so he piled his plate high. After his first bite, it was more than just politeness that kept him eating. Everything was absolutely delicious.


Dinner conversation was cheerfully noisy and enjoyable. Uranus and Daniel, his parents, and his several siblings, sibs-in-law, and nieces and nephews kept things lively. Before he knew it, Uranus's plate was empty. He paused to gulp some iced tea and rested a hand on his normally flat stomach. It stuck out some, pushing against his belt.

Dishes were being passed around again, and Uranus took some of just about everything before handing bowls on to Daniel, on his right. Swallowing some more tea, he took stock of his belly and decided he was verging on pleasantly stuffed. He began a well-organized attack on his second plateful, pausing now and then to gulp the cold sweet tea. He felt himself slowing.

He had become pretty full, his belly distended with food and his waistband slicing into his bulging gut. Discreetly, he loosened his belt a notch. It was all so good, he wasn't quite ready to stop eating. He was enjoying the conversation as well, and found his fork hitting an empty plate before he quite realized it.

He drank some more tea, quite enjoying the sensation of the icy liquid plummeting down his throat and washing through his tightly stretched abdomen.

Almost abstractly, he found himself piling his plate again. His tummy was expanding with every swallow, becoming achingly taut. He loosened his belt two more notches, surprised at how little room there was, then unbuttoned his jeans. His bloated gut surged into the small bit of extra space.

Slowly, dreamily, he ate bite after bite, gulping the seemingly endless supply of tea. His once-flat waist was now hugely distended, protruding below his now-snug shirt. He longed to unzip his pants to gain a little more breathing room but doubted his shirt would cover the distance.

Mrs. Howard took his plate away and placed a large wedge of apple and strawberry pie and whipped cream in front of him. He started to take a deep breath and couldn't. Instead, embarrassingly, he hiccupped loudly.

"Excuse me," he murmured, feeling a blush suffuse his face. No one seemed to notice; the conversation level was still high. He pressed a hand to his swollen and aching middle. Bloated and sore, it was tight as a drum. He wondered if it was medically possible to explode.

The scent of the pie was irresistible. He took a sip of the hot coffee now at his place, then another. He picked up his fork and sliced off the tip of the wedge of pie. The tangy smoothness slid across his tongue and down his throat. God, he was full! The second that first bite hit his loaded stomach, he felt a belch rumble up. With a huge effort, he managed to stifle it.

Slowly, aided by sips of coffee, he forked bite after bite of spicy, silken pie into his belly, stretched and gorged. He was so full he was short of breath, able to breathe only with his mouth open. Gingerly he pushed his chair back and tried to stand. He managed, grunting with effort, then grabbed the edge of the table. His stomach was so loaded down he couldn't quite straighten up.

Oof. He excused himself – no one noticed – and hobbled down the hall to the bathroom.

Door locked, he immediately unclasped his belt and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down around his ankles and out of the way. He pushed his underpants down as well and tugged his shirt upward. Holy cricket. His gut looked like something grafted onto him from another, much fatter person.

Cartoonishly round, it swelled out from just below his pecs, describing a huge perfect arc. With nothing to hold it in, his overloaded stomach sagged, heavy and sore, feeling about to burst. He tried to press his abdomen in with his hand, but it proved hard and unyielding, like pushing against a boulder.

Automatically he started to bend down to pull up his pants. Ow God ow (urp) … THAT HURT. Far too stuffed to bend over, he resignedly shuffled from the bathroom to the guest bedroom. Awkwardly, he heaved himself into a chair and sat, head tipped back, hand resting on his ballooned midsection. Daniel came in after a while and found him there, spaced out, dopey, stupefied with food.

"What happened to you?"

"Dinner (urp!) happened," Uranus grunted. "Ate (urrrp) too much."

Daniel frowned. "Is that why you're sitting here with your pants around your ankles?"

"Yes," Uranus puffed. "Can't (hic!) bend over."

When Daniel stopped shaking with laughter, he obligingly pulled off Uranus's now useless jeans and underpants. "I was wondering where you disappeared to," he said. "Can you come back out and visit for a while?"

Uranus belched. "Not dressed … uff … like this."

"Hmm." Daniel put his finger on his chin, thinking. While the thought, he gazed at Uranus's enormous belly. He'd never seen anything quite like it. His normally flat waist made a huge tight mound. On either side of his ribcage, the skin was indented, flaring to the protruding, taut abdomen. He looked as though he'd swallowed three watermelons and the huge pendulous fruit now stood on end inside him, swelling his belly from pecs to south of his navel, now hidden, a sloping vee within the enormus rounded tummy.

"I'll just tell them you had a bit of a headache," Daniel finally said. "Between the conversation and the pipe smoke, it won't be much of a stretch."

"Ooh," Uranus groaned. "Please (hic!) … don't say … (hic!) stretch."

"Sorry," Daniel said lightly. He patted Uranus's enormus belly lightly and left.

Uranus must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, it was morning. He blinked, trying to focus. He was still in the chair, with a pillow behind his head and a blanket over him. He kicked the blanket off and instinctively looked down. His enormous belly was still there, it didn't seem to want to go away, but stopped aching.

"Good morning, sweetie," Daniel came in from the bathroom and kissed him on the cheek.

A gleam in heris eye, he added, "Hungry?"

Uranus looked down at his enormous stomach, still a bit full, but as a teenager with a big appetite he can manage anything. "Starved."
First weight gain story :D.

At Christmas at Daniel Howard's house.

Daniel is Uranus's boyfriend that loves to feed him. He also makes him gain muscle and makes Uranus pregnant :D.

I own Uranus 'n' Daniel

The belly preview image belongs to it's proud rightful owner :D.

Not sure if this needs a warning, but if so let me know :D
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itsayouluigi's avatar

I know I'm 10 years late but this was a fantastic story