Danny's Friend Tony

This is a male weight-gain story.

Danny's Friend Tony - 3/1/98

Wow, Maria's family is sure a different experience for me. Like, I'm an only child so it's usually pretty quiet around our house unless I've got some friends over. And quite often there's no one in the house except me when Mom and Dad are working. But Maria's folks have eleven kids - 6 boys and five girls. They're all spaced just a year or two apart and all but the oldest daughter live at home. So even when they don't have friends visiting, it's like a zoo, or a political convention, or whatever at her house. People running all over, and arguments, and noise and everything. I think they all like each other it's just such a big difference from my house. Of course you'd never guess that they're Italian - her brothers are named Vito, and Guido, and Antonio, and Umberto and Dino and I forget who the other brother is. Of course I'd never have gotten to meet Maria's family if she hadn't been one of the prettiest girls at school. With her long black hair, and olive complexion and big eyes, she's a real knockout. The fact that she's really stacked doesn't hurt at all. I can't believe that she likes me when most of the guys at school would give up parts of their bodies (well, not the important parts) just for a date with her. It took me months and months just to get up the courage to ask her out on a date because I was sure that she'd turn me down. When she said "Sure Danny" I couldn't believe that I'd heard her right. But we've been going out a month now and it's really great.

But anyway, when you date Maria, it's almost like you're dating her whole family. Of course her mother wouldn't let her go out with me till I'd been invited over to the house to see if I "passed inspection." And most of our dates usually start or end at her house so I'm there sometimes for hours, talking with her parents, or just watching TV, or shooting the breeze with her brothers and sisters. I've even got a standing invitation to come for supper any time I feel like it - date or no date. Her mother doesn't work like mine does so she's got more time to stay home and take care of the house and cook. And boy does she cook! Like, supper at my house is usually something like hamburgs, or macaroni and cheese, and maybe cookies for dessert. But at Maria's house it's like every meal is Thanksgiving. They've got this huge table in the dining room (as you'd guess with 10 kids and two parents at most meals) and it's loaded with food. Spaghetti is served at every dinner as a side dish, and there's at least one other pasta dish, and breads and salads and stuff that I don't even recognize. One time I was there for supper and they were having something called calimari and I tried some and it was kind of chewy so I said something about the beef being a little tough and they started laughing and told me that calimari is really "squid." I almost puked. But other than the occasional "strange" dish, the food is really great. And of course everybody really digs in and stuffs them selves, especially Maria's brothers. Its not like they're fat or anything but they all have pretty hefty builds. And of course Maria's mom keeps saying things like "Danny, you should eat more. You're so skinny. It can't be healthy to be so skinny."

They're really a great bunch of people and it's so easy for me to fit into their family that I've been spending more time over at Maria's house than I have at mine. I've gotten to be pretty close friends with Antonio, except that everybody calls him "Tony", because he's the same age as I am. Often when Maria and I don't have anything special planned, or when she's got to study for one of her classes, Tony and I will go shoot baskets or try to talk her other brothers into a scrimmage or something like that. It's a really great family.

Jeez. Three months of dating Maria has had a little effect on me. I used to be able to comfortably fit into a pair of jeans with a 30-inch waist. I've noticed for the last couple of weeks that my jeans have been feeling kinds tight on me. It finally got to the point where I had to suck in my stomach before I could snap the waits together and close the zipper. And then I'd walk around with this uncomfortable squished feeling all day. So Sears was having a sale today and Maria was going out to look at some clothes and I went with her. While she was checking out the lady's stuff I was getting bored so I figured I'd hike over to the men's department and maybe get a couple of pairs of jeans with a 32 inch waist. When I tried the 32's on, they felt better but were still kinda tight. I found that I had to go all the way up to a 34-inch waist before I could be really comfortable. It's not like I look fat or anything, and my stomach is still flat, I'm just a little more solid at the waist than I was before.

Jesus is Maria a tease. She'll only go so far with me but she sure likes to tease me. We were sitting at the supper table last night and of course she was sitting next to me. I felt something brush against my left thigh and I looked down and she had placed her right hand on my thigh. She's talking away and acting like nothing's happening. I'm eating and trying to pretend that Maria's hand isn't massaging my thigh. Tony's sitting across the table from me and winking at me because he's got a pretty good idea of what his sister's doing. Maria's Mom looks at me and says "Danny, are you OK? Your face is so red." "Yeah, I'm fine," I said; "it's just a little warm in here." And all the time Maria's pretending that nothing at all is out of the ordinary.

"Twins" That's what Maria's calling Tony and me. Not like we're identical twins or anything - we don't even look alike that much. I've got a fair complexion and straight blond hair, while Tony has a darker complexion and dark brown hair that really curly. He has a lot more body hair than I do. We were playing basketball in gym the other day and he was on the "skins" team and I was noticing how much body hair he has. There's a lot of curly black hair on his upper chest and on his back by his shoulder blades. And there's a thick line of dark hair that runs from his crotch up past his navel. Even his stomach has some black curly hair on it even though it's not as heavy as on his upper chest. But that aside, the "twins" part is because Tony and I spend a lot of time together. We've just hit it off pretty well and we like a lot of the same things so it seems like he's almost a "twin" brother to me.

A lot of the time Tony and Maria and I are a threesome. Last night after supper the three of us shot baskets for awhile. Tony and I took it easy on Maria because she's not nearly as good as we are but it was still fun - just a relaxing way to spend some time together. About 8 o'clock when we were tired of shooting baskets, we figured that a snack was in order so we hiked the three blocks to a Dunkin Donuts store and got a couple of dozen assorted donuts. We took that back to their house and just sat on the front porch and talked and kidded around and ate the donuts. Finally around 9:30 I figured that I had better get on home and do a little studying before going to bed. I said goodnight to them and got up and started walking the 6 blocks to my house. I was feeling really full. I hadn't kept count or anything, but thinking back it seemed like I always had a donut in my hand and was munching on it while I don't remember Tony or Maria eating more than one or two apiece. I figure that I mast have eaten over a dozen donuts that night and most of them were the cream filled variety. At one point I almost felt like I was going to get an upset stomach but since it was pretty dark and nobody could see me, I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly partway to relieve the pressure on my stomach and I felt better after that. When I got home I skipped the studying and just went right to my room, shucked off my clothes, got in bed, lying on my back so as to put as little pressure on my stomach as possible and went right to sleep.

A bunch of the guys were having a neighborhood football game the other day, and of course my "twin" and I were playing. As you'd guess we had a lot of fun. Cheating and bending the rules a little. And neither side was above roughing up the players on the other team a little. Of course we did get pretty dirty in the process but that's part of the fun. So Tony and I went back to his house and his mother invited me to stay for supper. Like that was a big surprise. But she looked at us and insisted that we clean up before supper. I was going to hike on home and shower and change my clothes but she said not to worry that I could borrow a pair of Tony's clothes for the evening. So Tony went upstairs and took a shower. When he was done I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. When I got out I couldn't find any towels to dry off with. I guess in their house they take their towels back to their bedrooms with them to keep them from getting mixed up. I wasn't about to go downstairs wet and naked and ask for a towel but then I saw where Tony had tossed his towel on the floor after he used it. What the heck I figured, guess he's not as neat as the rest of the family, so I picked up his damp towel and dried myself off as best as I could. As I rubbed myself dry, I could smell the faint fragrance his body had left on the towel - a light musky/sweaty scent. I don't know why but I was getting an erection from this. After I dried off, I put on the set of his clothes that he had tossed on the bathroom floor for me. They fit pretty well, but for some reason the idea of wearing his clothes gave me an even bigger erection. Luckily his pants were baggy enough to hide what was going on inside them as I went downstairs and had supper with his family.

Whoofff! All these big Italian meals and the snacks and everything are beginning to take their toll on me. It seems that the national pastime at Tony and Maria's house is encouraging people to stuff themselves with food all the time. They must have something in their genes that keeps them from gaining weight because neither of them is skinny, but they're not fat either. Tony just has a stock build, and Maria just carries the weight where a girl should carry it - in her butt and breasts. I guess that in the 6 months that I've been dating Maria that I've packed on maybe 20 pounds. I think my weight used to be about 130 and I tipped the scales at 152 this morning. I can still button the 32-inch waist on my jeans, but it'' a struggle for me now, and my waist is noticeably thicker. I don't have a big belly or anything but my stomach has become just a little rounded instead of being flat as it used to be.

Maria gave me a gift-wrapped box for a "Six Month present" last night. I asked her what a six-month present was and she said that it was just to celebrate that we had been dating for six months now. Well, I knew that it had been about six months but I hadn't kept track of it to the day the way she did. Girls sure are funny about things like that. Anyway, when I unwrapped the box and opened it, I found that it was two gold chains. Not thin ones like the girls wear but big heavy ones. One was the right size for my wrist and the other was big enough to go around my neck. She made a big deal about putting them on me. I think she pretended to have trouble getting the clasp on the one around my neck closed properly, just so she could stand there in front of me for a couple of minutes with her arms around my neck and her breasts pushing up against my chest. I told you she was a tease, didn't I? After she got them on, she said that I had to leave the top three buttons of my shorts unbuttoned so that everyone in her family and at school could admire the present she had given me. Don't get me wrong, I liked the present she had given me even though it's not necessarily something that I would have picked out for myself. All the men in her family are into wearing heavy gold jewelry and this makes me look more like part of the family. In fact, Tony has a set that looks exactly like mine - twins again.

Well, I put it off as long as I could, but I finally had to got out and get a couple of new pairs of pants. I just couldn't squeeze myself into a 34-inch waist any longer. This time I didn't try to pick a size that was just big enough for me to squeeze into as I had done last time. I went up a full 4 inches in waist size and got a pair that are really comfortable - a 38-inch waist. Had to get a new belt too. I wanted to get an inconspicuous thin brown one like I had last time but Maria really liked one that's black leather and about two inches high, and has a big gold buckle on it. It's comfortable and everything, but it kind of draws people's attention to my stomach area when they look at me. With the larger waist and belt, my jeans aren't as tight at the waist - thank goodness. I notice that my jeans sag down a little in the front from the weight of the slight swelling of my stomach. My belt line used to be horizontal, now it dips a little in the front. It doesn't bother me or anything, and it feels so good not to have my jeans so super tight at the waist as they used to be. Tony looked like he was checking me out at supper that night. He didn't say anything but I could see that he noticed the larger waist.

Talk about having eyes that are bigger than your stomach! Tony and I and Maria went to a movie at the mall last Saturday. It was pretty rainy that day and there wasn't much else to do. The movie was dumb - a rip-off on "Scream" but at least it was better than the warmed-over TV shows that play on Saturday afternoon. Anyway, when we got out of the movie it was close to suppertime so we decided to eat at the food court in the mall. The place was pretty crowded so Maria and I looked for a table while Tony went to get the food. We found a table and pretty soon Tony showed up with a tray piled high with food. He'd gone to Burger King and had gotten 6 bacon double cheeseburgers, 6 large fries, and 6 large chocolate shakes. "Come on" I said; "you going to eat all that?" "We're all hungry" he replied, "we'll finish it with no problem." Yeah, Sure. I managed to eat my two double cheeseburgers and two large fries even though I was going pretty slowly towards the end. Both Tony and Maria only made it through one double cheeseburger and part of their fries. "Guess your twin was wrong," Maria said; "come-on Danny, don't let this food go to waste. You like to eat." I had to admit that after I'd rested for a few minutes, that the bacon cheeseburgers were beginning to look kinda good. So anyway, we sat there for almost an hour, just shooting the breeze, and I was snacking on the food they hadn't eaten. When it was time to go I was amazed to see that I had consumed a total of four bacon double cheeseburgers, almost five large orders of fries, and three large chocolate shakes. When we got up to leave, I could see that my stomach was a little swollen from all the food, pushing out over my belt just a little. Oh well, that'll go away after I digest the food I figured. If that had been an isolated case, it wouldn't have been so bad, but Tony's so dumb - he's always ordering more food than he can eat. And I usually end up eating what he doesn't finish.

At supper the other night, Maria's mom commented that "... you look so much better now Danny, now that you're not so skinny and sick-looking." Yeah, I guess nobody can accuse me of being skinny. The last time I weighed myself which was about a week or so ago, I tipped the scales at 169 and the jeans that I just bought about 4 weeks ago and beginning to feel a little tight on me. I can make myself more comfortable by letting my belt out a notch or so but then my jeans sag down more and the swelling of my stomach is more apparent. Tony was kidding me that I was beginning to look like a "real man" these days and he patted my stomach. Thanks a lot Tony. I'm not uncomfortable with the way I look and Maria actually likes it. She keeps tickling my stomach and kidding me about how sexy I look. I think I'm just about sexy enough though, and had better start watching how much I eat from here on out.

The last two weeks haven't been great ones for me. Two weeks ago I broke up with Maria, or rather, she broke up with me. I thought that things between us were going great until that night when she said that she thought it would be good if both of us felt free to see other people. I asked her if that mean that she just wanted to go out with somebody else occasionally, or whether she was trying to say that she wanted to stop seeing me. After a few minutes she said that it was the latter. I guess there's this other guy that she's gotten to know at school and she's decided that he's the guy for her. And he's just some skinny shit that plays the clarinet in the marching band. The clarinet for god's sake! So it's been pretty tough getting used to the fact that I won't be doing things with her any more. What makes it worse is that I was almost like an adopted member of their family and now I'm back to my family just being my Mom and Dad. Now don't get me wrong, I like my parents about as much as any teenage boy does, but Maria's big family with all the noise and activities and things happening was kinda neat.

Things are getting better. Last night my Mom answered the phone and then yelled upstairs that the call was for me. I picked up the phone and said "hello" and heard "Hey Twin, I haven't seen you for awhile, and the rest of the family misses you too. How about coming over and have supper with us tonight?" That was nice of Tony but I wasn't sure about going over to his house, seeing that his sister had just broken up with me, and all that stuff. But he kept after me so I went over and everything worked out OK. Maria was even OK - talked to me and everything. But now we're more like a brother and sister than dating friends. So after two weeks of doom and gloom, things were back to normal, less Maria. It was really great to see Tony again, I guess I hadn't realized how close the three of us had become, except that now it's just the two of us. When Tony and I were watching TV after supper, he was kidding me about some weight I've put on. Well, its not like he was really kidding me or anything but he leaned over and took his hands and grabbed me just above my waist and said that he really liked the "love handles" that I had developed. It's not like I've gotten fat or anything, but I do have this little roll of fat that bulges out an inch or so over the top of my jeans. I said something like "Yeah, I've got to cut down on my snacks and drop a few pounds." "No" he said, "you really look great. In fact you could even stand to gain a few more pounds." And then he playfully took his hands and massaged my slightly rounded stomach for a minute. The funny thing was that having him touch me that way was giving me this erection that I didn't want anybody to see. "So what do you want me to be" I asked him, "the fat twin?" "There are worse things" he answered.

Mom's been on my case lately about the amount of money that I've been spending on clothes. I'm not sure what she wants me to do. When you gain weight and your old clothes don't fit you, what are you supposed to do, go naked? That would sure impress her friends. To keep her happy I'm going to be a little more careful about how much I spend, though. Like the last time I had to move up to a larger pair of jeans, I bought four pairs in the new size. I figure that in the future, I'll only buy a pair or two.

Went to the Pizza Hut with Tony for supper last night. He did his usual dumb thing of ordering too much. As a result I ended up eating about one-and-a-half large double cheese pizzas. Was I stuffed. When we got up to leave I found that all the food had distended my stomach enough that there was a gap of an inch or so between the top of my jeans and the bottom of the T-shirt that I was wearing. I pulled the T-shirt down to my jeans but after I took a few steps the gap opened right back up. Caught Tony staring at the sight of my stomach bulging out between my jeans and T-shirt with a funny look on his face but didn't say anything to him.

It's funny but it's hard to believe that it's only been about a year since I started dating Maria and met Tony. I really like him. I can't believe that I did what I did last week. Tony and I were up in his bedroom. Now that Umberto has gone to college, Tony has the room all to himself - it's really "his." I guess he figures that he doesn't have to clean it up or anything, as it's always pretty messy. It's not that it bothers me or anything, we kid about the mess a little and call the room his "bear cave." Anyway, we were there last week and when Tony wasn't watching, I picked up a pair of his dirty underwear that he had thrown on the floor and stuck it in my jeans' pocket. Later that night when I was home, I pulled it out and looked at it. It was a pair of Jockey briefs with a 34-inch waist. They weren't really dirty or anything but they had this slight musk odor to them so I knew that Tony had worn them at least once. I pulled off my shorts and pulled on Tony's Jockey's. His waist was so much smaller than mine that I couldn't pull them all the way up, but I got their waistband up to the top of my crotch, just below the bulge of my stomach. I looked in the mirror and I could see my dick and balls in this white sack of material, snuggled down below my protruding stomach. That sight and thinking about how that pair of underwear had also cupped Tony's private parts got me so turned on that I had to go into the bathroom and jerk off. I hid his shorts away in the bottom of one of my clothes drawers and take them out and put them on every day or so. One day that we didn't have gym I even wore them to school. I like the way that wearing his Jockey's makes me feel closer to Tony.

I can't seem to get my belt and pants to do what I want them to do. If I keep my belt loose enough so that it's comfortable, then the top of my jeans sag way down in front now and there's a gap of about four inches between the bottom of my shirt and the top of my jeans. On the other hand, if I keep my belt tight enough so that it holds my jeans up then it's really tight and uncomfortable, and it compresses my stomach so much that it swells out both above and below the belt. Mom got me a pair of suspenders to wear the other day and they worked pretty well. I could have my jeans loose and comfortable at the waist and the suspenders would hold them up. But I know how much kidding I'd take if I wore the suspenders to school so I just wear them around the house and put up with the bulges at school. Sure feels good when I get home from school in the afternoon and I can loosen everything up and not worry about how tight my belt feels, or whether there's a bulge of fat showing.

I had a really bad experience at school today. I was in one of the stalls of the third floor Boy's Room when I heard someone mention my name. A group of three or four guys had some in and I guess they didn't notice me because I was in the farthest stall. I listened to their conversation "... he's got that thing you see on so many fat guys, the bare belly, butt cheek exposure. No matter what he's wearing, he sticks out. If he's coming toward you that huge belly drapes over his jeans, blubbery navel staring at you above his belt. That huge belly wobbles before diving under his shirt." Yeah, one of the other boys said, "From the rear, Danny looks even worse. His pants are always strained to the extreme; when he clinches them up under that drooping belly, they slide over his hips and, 'surprise', the top three inches of his butt crack pops out at you." "You know what?" a third boy broke in, "I was following him down the hall last week, you remember that really hot day, and sweat was running down the crack and disappearing into his jeans." They all laughed at that one. Then they finished taking a leak and wandered out into the hall, on their way to their next class. I sat there in silence - shocked. I thought of myself as just a guy with a heavy build. Was that what other thought of me? No wonder Tony kept looking at me funny-like.

At home that night, I decided that I'd do an "inventory." I started by weighing myself, something that I hadn't really worried about for a long time. Holy Shit, my weight was up to 217, I had gained about 87 pounds in the last year. Stripping and looking at myself in the mirror, I could see that my cheeks were fuller, my whole face looked more rounded. And of course I had developed a double chin - it pretty much covers up the gold chain Maria gave me to wear around my neck. Moving on down to my chest, my pecs had developed into large white swellings. They look like boy's tits, not girl's tits. You know, the kind of boy's tits where the nipples are off to the side, not in the center, and there's some hair on them, and then kind of blend into a roll of fat that runs around the side of your chest and ends up under your arms. I lifted them up with my hands and felt their weight, and watched them wobble and jiggle when I released them. Then my stomach. Well, I don't think the word "stomach" really describes what I've got there now. Maybe "belly" is better. The kids were right. I've got this huge belly that sticks out in front of me about a foot or so. There are two rolls of fat on my sides over my hips - a large pair of "love handles." My navel is a large indentation in the huge sack of fat that makes up my belly. At the base of my belly, I could see the crease in my skin where my belly has started to roll downward in a sack of fat that's beginning to cover up my crotch. I reached down with both hands, grabbing my belly at its bottom and lifting it up, feeling it's warmth and softness. Releasing it, it settled back down, just barely resting its bottom on the top of my thighs. Because of the size of my belly, I hadn't seen my feet for months, let along my thighs. But looking at them in the mirror I could see how they had developed into heavy "tree trunks", whose layers of fat rubbed together as I walked. Turning around I could see that my butt cheeks had also increased in size, becoming larger and beginning to sag down slightly. As I walked back and forth, I could see the bulges and rolls of my body shaking and wobbling with every step I took. "Christ" I thought, "how could I have let myself get this fat?"

After realizing how heavy I had become, I didn't call up Tony for a couple of days - he probably didn't want to have anything to do with me the way I looked now. Then one Friday evening when I was home alone, watching TV and snacking on celery sticks. I heard the doorbell ring. I went to the door and it was Tony. "Haven't seen you for awhile twin" he said, "what's up?" To say I was surprised to see him was an understatement, but I had really missed him and was glad to see him so I invited him in. We went in to the family room where I had been watching TV and he saw the celery. "What's with the rabbit food?" he asked. I started to explain to him how I had just realized how ugly and gross my body had gotten and how I knew that he must be ashamed to be seen with me. He stopped me in mid-sentence by saying "Danny, you have no idea about how I feel about you. Here, let me show you." He turned the lights off and then had me stand up. He came over to me and slowly took off my clothes and then moved around behind me. When he brought his body up against mine I realized that he had taken off his clothes and I could feel his hairy chest pressed against my back. I guess he must have been getting pretty turned on because his cock had gotten hard and was trying to poke between my fat thighs. He took his hands and massaged my shoulders for several minutes, and then reached his arms around me and cupped my tits, playing with them and squeezing the nipples. His hands then moved downward, caressing my love handles and squeezing them gently. Then his hands reached my belly. He stroked it and gently ran his fingertips over it. By this time both of us were pretty excited and breathing hard. His hands continued to play with my belly, reaching down to hold it at its base and lifting it up and kneading it a little. Finally he reached below my belly and took my now-hard cock into his hands, gently playing with it and then grasping it and gently stroking back and forth. He stroked harder and harder till I came, spurting large jets of cum onto the bottom of my belly. "I'm not disgusted with you," he said "I love you. The sight and feel of your body really gets me turned on." I turned around and faced him and gently brushed his lips with mine. We embraced each other and kissed, harder this time, our tongues probing each other's mouth. After what seemed like hours, I slowly moved downward, licking and kissing both his erect nipples and then licking his navel. I moved lower, gently nibbling the skin on his belly as I lowered myself to my knees. Spreading my legs so that my sack of a belly could rest on the floor between them, I leaned forward and gently kissed the hot, throbbing tip of his cock. After licking it and kissing it more, I took it in my mouth and gently traced around the tip with my tongue, before I gently began to suck on it. I took it deeper and deeper into my mouth as I began to suck harder and harder. Finally Tony came in my mouth, sending hot spurts of his cum down my throat. "Oh my God" he moaned "I've never had anything feel like that before." We didn't talk a lot more than night, just got back on the couch and snuggled up against each other in front of the flickering blue light of the TV set. After awhile Tony called a pizza delivery service and ordered two large double cheese pizzas. As Tony gently sucked on and licked my tits while his hands caressed and played with the folds of fat on my belly, I ate both pizzas.