Happy Fatgiving - Part 1 (Patreon)

Patreon-exclusive Thanksgiving Special🦃

Emmett had been moving between the kitchen and the living room for the past ten minutes, unable to shake off the jittery anticipation settling beneath his skin. He kept adjusting the hem of his shirt, sweeping stray flour off the countertop, and straightening the tablecloth even though it was already perfectly aligned. Everything needed to look perfect.

It was his first Thanksgiving with Keith, the most fantastic man. It was their first holiday as boyfriends, and even though Keith wasn’t picky or demanding in the slightest, Emmett wanted tonight to feel like something special. And judging by the smell of roasted turkey, buttered rolls, honeyed ham, and the thick steam of casseroles and mashed potatoes, the table was stacked enough to feed a town.

Emmett himself looked almost as carefully prepared as the feast behind him. He would never admit he’d spent extra time getting ready, but he wanted to impress Keith with everything. He moved with a restless grace as he paced, feeling his muscles shifting beneath the loose fabric of his brand-new black T‑shirt. Emmett preferred baggier clothes, but on his 6’4” tall frame, even baggy wasn’t enough to hide the body underneath.

Every step pulled the shirt tighter across the plane of his chest for an instant before it loosened again, giving teasing flashes of the thick, impossibly rounded pecs beneath. Even striations were visible through the cotton when the kitchen light hit him just right. The shirt hung over his torso in a way that made him look casual, but the cut revealed how his broad shoulders stretched the seams just to their comfortable limit and how his upper arms pressed faintly through the sleeves no matter how much room he tried to buy by going a size up.

His abdomen was a sculpted grid hidden beneath the fabric, hard enough that when he paused at the counter and leaned with one hand braced against it, the hem lifted slightly to show the faintest shadow of ridges beneath. Emmett had worked hard to earn a physique that showcased definition, symmetry, and control. His waist tapered sharply compared to the breadth of his chest and shoulders, creating an unmistakable V-shape that made even an oversized T‑shirt look custom-tailored.

His joggers did nothing to hide the power in his legs. His thick thighs moved beneath the fabric with a beautiful sway that revealed their density, along with a subtle brushing sound where muscle pressed against muscle. His hips were strong, guiding his stride as nervous excitement kept him looping back and forth across the kitchen. Behind him, his ass rounded the joggers into firm curves that strained the fabric just enough to show their shape when he bent down to check the oven or reached up to adjust something on a shelf.

And above it all, his face had a striking, sharp beauty that drew everyone’s attention. Emmett had a strong jaw, defined cheekbones, and brows that seemed permanently angled in a way that gave him a slightly cocky expression even when he wasn’t trying. His light brown hair fell in soft, messy waves over his bright green eyes that moved from the table to the oven and to the clock. He was the picture of out-of-reach beauty, but beneath all that composure, he had an intense warmth that only Keith ever got to see. His lip would soften into a barely noticeable smile whenever he glanced toward the door, with a helpless fondness that gave away how deeply he felt this night mattered.

Emmett wanted Keith to walk through that door and see not only the feast or the effort, but also him. The usually cocky man who always softened around Keith, the man who smiled more freely, the man who couldn’t help but want to impress him. If the feast wasn’t enough to make Keith’s eyes light up, Emmett hoped that he himself would be.

Then, he heard a knock at the door, sending a thrill right through Emmett’s chest. He turned, took a breath, and told himself to be calm—it didn’t work—and opened the door. Emmett forgot how to speak the moment he saw Keith standing there, looking massive as always.

Keith was 6’6” tall, with muscle stacked upon muscle, padded with the faintest, softest layer imaginable, only enough to round every edge into something even bigger, even more huggable, and even more overwhelming to look at. Keith was always breathtaking, but tonight he seemed almost unreal, as if the hallway lighting itself conspired to make him more impressive, highlighting every curve and swell.

The immense width of his shoulders seemed to block the entire doorframe, with ridiculously thick traps. The monumental breadth of his chest beneath his stretched long‑sleeve shirt pushed outward so much that the fabric bowed around it, and the pecs looked so heavy that the nipples pointed downward. His arms were enormous, impossibly full, with thick biceps pressing against the sleeves, forearms corded with veins even when relaxed, and triceps forming a dramatic curve behind each arm. They looked thicker than most men’s thighs.

His abdomen stole attention even through his clothes. It was a strong wall of muscle softened only slightly by his permanent off‑season bulk, creating a natural outward push that made the shirt stretch from sternum to waistband. Every breath he took emphasized that faint dome as it expanded, making the thin fabric shine where it tightened over him. His lats were immensely rounded, pushing his arms far from his torso and spreading with the slightest move like a pair of meaty wings, big enough to block the light that hit him from behind.

And then there were the jeans. They struggled visibly around his impossible thighs, and every step made the seams whine in protest as those massive legs brushed together. His hips added even more tension, spreading the denim wide across his lower body, while behind him, his ass rounded out so dramatically that Emmett was amazed Keith hadn’t split half his wardrobe by now. Each ass cheek looked perfectly round and firm, but with the perfect amount of fat on them to make them look enormous and squishable.

But what often made everybody’s gasps escalate to breathless shock was the bulge at the front, shameless as ever, unavoidable, undeniable, and impossible to ignore. The fabric did nothing to hide Keith’s monstrous cock and the biggest balls Emmett had seen. It was so ridiculous, almost obscene, that when Emmett had first met Keith, he had wondered how the man got to walk in public without getting in trouble, no matter how many clothes he wore.

Keith’s body was beyond perfect, but then his face almost made no sense. He had military‑short, dirty‑blonde hair, with powerful and boyish features. He had a natural rosy blush on his cheeks, as though he’d just come back from a run or had been caught in a moment of shy laughter, long lashes and piercing blue eyes, lips shaped too perfectly to be fair, and teeth bright enough to belong in a commercial. Everything about him was charming and unintentionally seductive, in a giant’s body built to overwhelm anyone who looked at him.

Keith had two bags of food in one arm and a small gift bag with a neatly tied bow in the other. “Hey, handsome,” he said, leaning in just enough to kiss Emmett’s lips, making the doorframe creak faintly.

Emmett felt his smirk twitch upward despite himself. “Hey, big guy. Happy Thanksgiving.”

Keith stepped inside and took off his shoes, handing the bags of food to Emmett to add them to the overstacked dining table. Then, he held out the gift and smiled. “Got you something. You said you were cooking all day, so I thought I’d give you something nice as well.”

Emmett grinned and pulled Keith into a quick, soft kiss, nearly bursting with pride. He led the big guy toward the dining room. Keith followed and then froze. The table was loaded, drowned even, in food. A golden-skinned thirty-pound turkey sat majestically in the center, surrounded by an array of roasted vegetables. Two dishes of honey-glazed ham glistened on either side. Three mountains of mashed potatoes towered like snow-capped peaks. Rolls filled baskets so full they nearly spilled. Bowls of cranberry sauce sparkled. Gravy boats waited with ladles. Casseroles overlapped, forming a patchwork of colors and textures—mac and cheese, broccoli cheddar, green bean, and sweet potato. A slow cooker of chili steamed in the corner. And dessert trays crowded the countertop behind it.

Keith blinked once rapidly, as if not believing his eyes. Then grinned, wide and boyish. “Emmett, this is insane.”

Emmett carefully added the meals Keith had brought to the table, loving the enthusiasm. “Insane? Romantic or impressive, I’d say. Depending on your appetite.”

Keith laughed, making his whole body sway so beautifully that Emmett’s knees suddenly felt weak. “For you? I’m always hungry.” Keith put his hands on his hips, taking in the scene again. “So, uh, are you planning to feed the entire complex?”

“Nope. It’s only you and me tonight,” Emmett said, coming closer, leaning his head against Keith’s shoulder, and moving his hand over his vast pecs. “I thought a big guy like you needed and deserved a big dinner like this one. Don’t you agree?”

“Oh, that’s very true,” Keith said, smirking and arching a brow.

“You don’t have to eat it all,” Emmett added, kissing Keith’s neck.

Keith’s grin deepened as he leaned to kiss Emmett’s lips and reached for his belt. “Funny,” he said, “because I was thinking about starting a new bulk.”

Emmett grinned, looking at Emmett’s beautiful blue eyes. “Oh, really?”

Keith shrugged with exaggerated innocence, wrapping one arm around Emmett’s waist to pull him closer. “Thanksgiving seems like the right time to get started,” he said, and before Emmett could reply, he unbuckled his belt with a decisive click, then popped the top button of his jeans, and the denim sighed with relief.

They kissed again and then settled at the table, though describing Keith settling was more like folding an oversized piece of machinery into a human-sized chair. He had to spread his legs to give his bulge space to breathe, so his thighs pressed outward so firmly that the chair’s legs wobbled slightly. Even sitting, he looked imposing, with his shoulders stretching farther than the chair back and his slightly rounded abdomen pushing firmly into the edge of the table when he leaned forward to check on the food.

They gleefully gave thanks for having each other over a glass of wine and started eating. Emmett ate heartily, plate after plate, enjoying every bite, but he couldn’t stop glancing at Keith, who seemed to transform into a living vacuum. Keith devoured food with an almost hypnotic intensity, though he never lost that boyish joy in his expressions. He demolished the turkey first, then moved on to potatoes with such speed that Emmett gasped.

Plate after plate vanished under Keith’s hands, and each time he leaned back just a little to adjust his position, he groaned in pleasure as the curve of his belly grew more dramatic. His shirt crept higher with every swallow. The faint dome of his abdomen swelled outward, pushing slowly but firmly against the fabric, creating a rounded silhouette that looked heavier and rounder with every passing minute.

“Mmmnh… Emmett! It’s all so good!” Keith moaned, and that moan almost seemed to vibrate the table as he kept chewing and swallowing.

“You’re eating so fast,” Emmett replied, staring as Keith swallowed another forkful of mashed potatoes, soon followed by some sweet beans.

“Can’t help it,” Keith said with a grin that melted into another groan. “You outdid yourself. I swear I’d marry you right now if you promise you’ll cook like this every day. I’d marry you right now, period,” he added, winking at Emmett before stuffing his mouth with ham.

Emmett shivered at those words, blushing deeply, and looking down at his plate as his heart pounded in his chest. He didn’t want to show how excited the idea made him feel. He was the cocky one in the relationship. Keith was the sweetest, most loving man he had ever met, and the idea of getting married and spending their life together made his heart stir.

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An hour passed, maybe more. Time dissolved into something unreal as Keith’s appetite devoured everything that lay before him. Emmett watched, transfixed, as the giant across from him pushed through every boundary it touched. His once-firm belly rounded with each bite, transforming before Emmett’s eyes into something vast, heavy, and breathtaking. It pushed outward in relentless increments, expanding further each time Keith leaned back with a groan of pleasure or leaned forward for another plate.

The fabric of his shirt fought a hopeless battle, stretching thinner and thinner until the fibers shimmered faintly under the overhead lights, pulled tight over the swelling orb beneath. With every bite, Keith’s abdomen ballooned outward, pressing against the table edge with increasing insistence, nudging it first, then crowding it, then claiming the space entirely as the table began to tilt ever so slightly away from him.

The hem of his shirt climbed higher with each expanding inch, rising in surrender until it could no longer cover the underside of his middle. The lower was on display, smooth and taut and impossibly shiny as the skin stretched so firmly that it reflected the glow of the dining room like polished satin. It looked hot to the touch, full to the point of trembling as the surface quivered subtly each time Keith shifted, breathed, or let out one of those low, throat-deep moans that made Emmett gasp. Keith’s belly didn’t only look round, it looked ready to burst, but every extra bite announced that he was nowhere near finished.

Keith slowed only when he physically couldn’t lean forward anymore. He tried once—a slight tilt toward the next plate—only to be met with the immovable resistance of his swollen belly pressing hard into the table’s edge. The pressure forced a sharp breath out of him. He grunted, trying again as his broad shoulders rolled forward and his arms braced against the table. He attempted to shift his enormous weight, but his belly pushed upward and outward under the effort, compressing against the wood with a strained creak and pushing below against his thighs and bulge. There was no space to move.

The entire table shuddered with each attempt, and Keith winced, not from pain but from the overwhelming tightness. He let out a loud laugh that quickly turned into a moan as the pressure in his belly increased. “Oof—okay—nope… nope. Not happening. Can’t bend. Not even an inch,” he said, breathless and helpless.

Emmett had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. “Need help? Did you have enough, or would you like me to help you move somewhere more comfortable?”

Keith held out both hands. “Please. I’m still hungry. Maybe the couch?”

Emmett smirked and quickly walked around the table, took Keith’s hands, and began the slow, almost impossible task of pulling the big guy upright. The moment Keith shifted his weight forward, a thunderous groan spilled out of him, and his breathing turned into a heavy panting as his swollen middle pushed forward, dragging Emmett downward even as they tried to lift him. Emmett planted his feet, tightening every muscle in his body as he leaned back and pulled.

Keith rose inch by inch, feeling his thighs tremble beneath the weight of his overstuffed middle. The moment he reached anything close to standing, he let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper, and his belly sloshed audibly as it settled into a new, impossibly heavy position. His center of gravity shifted abruptly, causing him to sway forward until Emmett steadied him with both hands.

“Easy there, big guy. If you fall, I won’t have the strength to lift you,” Emmett joked.

Keith nodded and grinned, though his face was flushed, with sweat beading lightly at his temples as he straightened with visible strain. Then came the first step. Keith waddled, with his legs forced wide by the size and weight of his belly. Keith’s body demanded space and momentum, pulling and dragging Emmett along as he tried to guide. Keith’s taut middle swayed subtly with each step, tight and heavy enough that Emmett felt the motion between them.

As they made their way to the couch, Keith’s breathing grew heavier and louder, with thick exhales pushing past clenched teeth, punctuated by soft groans whenever the movement jostled his overfilled belly. The short walk felt like an odyssey, and when they finally reached the couch, Emmett quickly went to his knees and helped the big guy remove his too-tight jeans, making him gasp in relief. However, from this angle, Emmett could see the straining fabric of Keith’s jockstrap that could barely contain the monstrously massive, hard cock and plump balls.

“Seems like someone’s enjoying himself a bit too much,” Emmett said, playfully reaching for the overstuffed pouch to give the massive cock a firm stroke that sent shivers down Keith’s spine and drew loud and guttural moans as his knees weakened at the sensation, making him collapse back into the couch before Emmett could catch him. “Oh crap!”

The cushions exploded downward under him, dipping violently as though someone had dropped a full-grown ox onto the frame. The entire couch groaned and creaked. Keith sank deep into the cushions, sprawling his legs, and his arms fell uselessly to his sides as he let out an exhausted exhale. The sight stole Emmett’s breath.

Keith looked enormous. His taut belly rose like a glistening dome above him, pushing his shirt nearly to his chest, and the fabric bunched helplessly beneath pecs that rose and fell like slow-moving waves. The overstuffed jockstraps clung desperately to him, straining dangerously over his massive cock and balls as the straps dug into his thick hips and plump ass. Emmett stared, unable to blink, as every inch of the giant man before him made him feel dizzy.

Keith rubbed his enormous, taut belly, making the shirt finally roll all the way up to reveal the taut surface as he groaned loudly. “Mmmnh… I’m so full. And so hungry.”

The words made Emmett shake his head in shock before a smirk curled on his lips, watching Keith’s hand move so eagerly over his massive belly. “We’ve still got some food left.”

Keith lifted his head, panting, and grinned. “Please,” he said, almost pleading.

Emmett didn’t hesitate. He spun on his heel and returned to the table, grabbing trays with both hands—casseroles, rolls, leftover turkey, ham glazed in honey, mashed potatoes that were still steaming—stacking them precariously but securely as he moved. He came back to the living room and set a few trays on the floor beside the couch, others at the table in front of them, and then placed two plates right onto Keith’s belly, which was so taut and round that it acted like a table of its own. He balanced another plate on Keith’s chest, and Keith let out a groan at the contact, not of discomfort but pure anticipation.

Emmett carefully settled at his side, teasingly pushing his body against Keith’s larger one and leaning closer. Emmett lifted the first forkful and guided it toward Keith’s waiting mouth, which opened wide, swallowed, and let out a sound so deep it vibrated through Emmett’s hand.

Emmett smiled—he couldn’t stop even if he tried—and fed him again, and again, and again. The feeding took on a tender rhythm as Emmett’s fork moved like it had always belonged in his hand, scooping food, lifting it, offering it, and watching Keith’s lips close around each bite with a hunger that never dimmed. Keith chewed with exaggerated care, savoring every taste, then swallowed with a groan that seemed to echo through his entire torso.

With every swallow, his belly swelled further. It wasn’t dramatic at first—almost hypnotic, subtle shifts, the dome lifting slightly higher with each new mouthful, the skin pulling tighter, and growing shinier. But then Emmett could hear the faint stretching sound, as if someone was pulling fabric to its limit. The skin itself seemed to sigh as it expanded, warming beneath Emmett’s hand when he paused to caress it. But Keith kept asking for more, and Emmett couldn’t resist the wordless plea in the big guy’s blue eyes. They couldn’t stop.

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PS: Hey everyone, this is a Thanksgiving-special, with something that I think I haven't included in a post here: Fat gain. Please be gentle because it's unexplored territory. AI picture only intended to illustrate de scene. Anyways, ENJOY!