Doug walked up the driveway from his morning run. A few leaves scattered the large maple in the front yard. He swore under his breath as he examined the pile that had fallen during his quick 10k, requiring yet another raking to keep the HOA off his nuts. Adding the job to his mental todo list, he continued towards the door.

Inside he found reprieve, the warm dry air of the well-insulated building immediately started driving the cold from his slender body. Warmth returned to his ears and he could finally hear a cacophony of cooking. Doug kicked off his shoes and rolled his eyes before making way to the kitchen.

Once there, Doug discovered his boyfriend, Charlie, darting between a wide variety of dishes. Turkey with stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, baked yams, roasted brussels sprouts and cauliflower, dinner rolls, and a pumpkin pie, each in quantities enough to feed a family of 10.

“How was your run, babe?” Charlie sang out cheerfully while looking at Doug for only a moment before returning to the cooking.

“It was fine.” Doug responded cordially, though he had other questions on his mind. “Charlie, why did you make so much food? It’s just the two of us.” Doug knew that Charlie came from a big family where it wouldn’t be unusual for 30 people to be feasting under one room, but they all lived 10 hours away. Work wouldn’t give him Wednesday off, so they had resided themselves to a quiet meal at home together, definitely not something that required this much rich food.

Charlie shrugged. “Guess I don’t know how to cook Thanksgiving for two. At least we won’t have to cook for a few days.”

“Or a week.” Doug moved behind Charlie and wrapped his arms around his equally slender boyfriend. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to make me fat.” This was both a joke and an accusation.

Doug prided himself on his runner’s physique and worked hard to maintain it. The topic of excess weight was a frequent source of discourse between the two. Charlie loved cooking rich and elaborate meals that were not easy on the calories. This occasionally resulted in a slight pudge developing on Doug and triggered yet another massive cut where he’d throw out all but the healthiest of foods.

Charlie’s insistence that the sight of Doug topless sent a fire through his loins and made his butt twitch did little to soften Doug’s borderline OCD on the issue.  In a deep recess of his mind, Doug was terrified that the addition of any pudge would squash the burning lust and romance between them

Doug contemplated if he’d finally worked up the courage to ask Charlie a very important question. A question he had been to scared to utter aloud for fear that the answer would be no. ‘Will you marry me?’, a simple fraise that would let him start the next step of his life with the man he loved. He still was not ready.

He kissed his boyfriend on the back of the neck as he gently grinded his crotch into the supple ass before him. “I’m gunna go take a shower.”

Without looking away from his work, Charlie called back. “Make it quick, food’s almost ready!”

Doug entered the dining room freshly bathed in a button-down shirt and a slick pair of jeans. He was greeted with an elaborately decorated table nearly overflowing with food, and therefore calories. Claiming one of the seats, he sat down just as Charlie entered the room with a bottle of wine.

As much as he hated to admit it, Charlie had outdone himself. Everything looked Instagram worthy. “Martha Stewart eat your heart out!” he exclaimed, hoping to ensure that Charlie understood that he did appreciate all the hard work put into this meal.

Charlie kissed Doug on the temple as he poured a glass of wine before taking a seat.

A quick prayer for formality was said and they started serving. Doug attempted to keep his portions conservative but large enough to prevent a fight on what should be a happy day. Slowly he worked through his plate.

“How is everything babe?”

“The turkey is moist and flavorful, mashed potatoes are fluffy and creamy, the yams are cooked to perfection, and the brussels sprouts and cauliflower are charred just how I like them.”

“And the stuffing?”

“Exquisite.” Doug glanced over to Charlie’s plate for the first time. Everything looked normal outside of one thing; Charlie had barely touched his wine. Normally by now he would have finished the bottle and been reaching for Doug’s glass, Doug not being a wine person. “Is something wrong with the wine?”

“I can’t say why but it’s just not to my liking. What do you think?”

Doug gently grabbed the class by the stem and gave it a sip. The red liquid crossed his lips and danced across his tongue. Boozy but sweet, it almost reminded him of a martini with a very sweet vermouth. As he set the glass down, he let out a soft hum of pleasure. “Wow!” he exclaimed, “That’s good.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it.” Charlie purred back.

The two returned to their meal, chit chatting about random events. Part way through, Doug noticed a slight discomfort. His pants felt ever so slightly tight. Slyly, he loosened his belt expecting immediate relief, only it didn’t come. With just as much care for discretion, he unbuttoned his jeans. This finally brought an ounce of relief.

As the meal continued, Doug found himself much hungrier than he’d expected. This was especially true after he’d finished his wine and poured himself another. As he ate, more of his clothing felt tight, constricting his body.

The shirt that was normally loose on him felt like it was pinching his shoulders. On top of that, it felt like it was hugging his chest and stomach in a most peculiar way. So to did his jeans feel constricting, hugging tight around his thighs. They felt so tight that he was about to do the unspeakable and further loosen his clothing. He glanced down and was shocked at what he saw.

His clothes hadn’t gotten smaller, as preposterous as that would have been, but he had gotten much larger. Placing a hand on his stomach there was no hit at abs anymore, just a firm gut. His clothes continued to feel tighter than before as he swore his body was growing. Before he got the opportunity, a button gave way with a loud pop.

Charlie gasped at the sudden noise as he searched for the source. Finding it was Doug, his face grew flushed.

Doug was about to ask Charlie if he was responsible but was stopped in his tracks. Lust was painted across his boyfriend’s face, a deep carnal desire like that of a schoolboy seeing tits for the first time. He was at a loss for words as he witnessed Charlie get up and coma round the table towards him.

Charlie placed a hand on Doug’s back while leaning in to kiss his neck. The other hand started fighting the buttons on Doug’s shirt before slipping inside to caress the belly.

Doug let out a soft moan as the delicate fingers caressed him. He felt surprisingly good being touched in such a manner. Lust replaced shock as the hand moved lower.

“Lookin’ hot babe.” The hand Charlie had on Doug’s back moved to guide Doug’s hand to his ass.

Carnal thoughts flooded Doug’s mind as he squeezed his boyfriend’s fine ass. A spark of dominance filled him as he squeezed tighter. Without another word, he stood up and waddled, due to his extremely tight clothes, to the bedroom.

The moment he saw Charlie enter the room, he grabbed him and pulled him close. Looking his boy, boyfriend? No, boy in the eyes he felt his lust continue to grow and pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss. Slowly he began removing his boy’s clothes as his tongue penetrated the submissive mouth.

This all felt wrong to Doug. He should be mad about his body that still felt like it was growing. Somehow, he knew Charlie had planned this, like Charlie had been trying to do this for years. The lust and deep carnal pleasure coursing through every vein ensured that he couldn’t stop, he needed more.

With his boy fully naked and his smooth body pressed against him, Doug took further control. He grabbed his boy and threw him against the bed, feet on the floor with his torso resting on the bed. The boy’s ass looked even more spectacular as his needy hole twitched between the two cheeks. Doug’s cock began to ache as he tore, quite literally, his clothes off.

Free from his confines, he saw a thick patch of hair slowly spread over his chest and down his belly. He stepped right behind his boy and rubbed his cock between the thick cheeks, teasing his head against the hole he was going to penetrate. Gently he slipped the cock into the warm hole and heard his boy moan in pleasure.

“Oh, Daddy!”

Hearing Charlie call him ‘Daddy’ threw a tanker truck of gas onto the fire of dominance. Doug reached a now beefy arm under his boy as he worked deeper. Grabbing the boy by the neck, he began to lift him, forcing the boy to arch his back hard as the growing belly filed the small of his back. Doug’s cock throbbed.

Charlie’s ass had never felt so tight around his cock. It was squeezing and massage his manhood. He assumed that his cock had grown with the rest of him as he pulled the boy’s ear to his lips. “You want Daddy’s cock, boy?”

“Oh yes Daddy!” Charlie moaned with need. “Please Daddy! Fuck me!”

Doug waisted no time as he drew his hips back and slammed them forth. His hips were pinning the boy to the bed while his gut kept the willing butt open for deep thrusts. As he laid his pipe that felt thicker by the moment, he felt the ass begin to spasm. Working faster, he grunted as his boy moaned. Finally he felt his boy’s ass tighten so hard around him that it started to hurt as boy squealed in pleasure from his first anal orgasm. The new tightness was too much for Doug and his cock erupted, deep groans escaping his lips.

His boy was panting hard, exhausted from the intense fuck, but Doug was still hard. He needed more. Quickly he pulled out of Charlie’s seeded hole and flipped him over on the bed. Looking his boy deep in the eyes, he thrust back in.

“W-wait Daddy!” Charlie squealed, unsure if he could handle another round.

Doug placed a hand behind his boy’s head and began to thrust. “Daddy ain’t done yet, boy” and resumed his intense pace. Each time he thrust in, Doug knew his was pummeling Charlie’s boy button, for his boy was quickly dragged back into carnal pleasure against his will, moaning as the thick cock ravished him.

Soon, Doug felt his boy’s ass begin to spasm once more. Tightening and loosening around his cock with each thrust as some alien part of his brain instructed him to not change his pace or movements in any regard. On he went until the ass once again contracted so tight he could barely move.

A high moan escaped his boy’s lips as he witnessed the soft cock beneath him ooze out yet another load. The pressure was too much and he reached his second orgasm.

Both were struggling to breath after the intense fuck. Both had finally reached their fill as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

A new found confidence had enplaned itself in Doug, and without breaking his gaze he asked a very important question. “Marry me, boy?”

His boy gazed up at him as a wide smile grew across his face. “Oh yes, Daddy!”

Doug bent over as best he could, finding the new mass before him making it awkward, and pulled his boy in for another kiss. Having finally reached his goal, Doug pulled out and guided his boy back to the dining room to finish their Thanksgiving dinner before attempting round 3.