Lardfill story ideas part 17 (Patreon)

Edwin and Victor were moving into their newly purchased home in the middle of town and were still celebrating their luck at finding the location.    Three bedrooms, a large kitchen, a basement apartment that was currently empty, and a backyard with lots of privacy in an area close to downtown and lots of entertainment - all for a price so low that Edwin threw in an extra $10,000 just to secure the ownership immediately.    Victor was still in shock by the luck that they had, owed to Victor by having a craving for chinese food that drew them to a nearby restaurant that had a "for sale" sign on the bulletin board by the doors in the lobby.  They went on a whim and ended up buying an unbelievable house.

"This is incredible, but I'm just waiting for the catch," Victor said as he set a heavy box on the kitchen counter.   

"The previous owner was a criminal, you heard the guy," Edwin began to explain.  "He kidnapped someone here, but he didn't kill anyone or anything.  It just drove the price down, that's all." 

Victor still looked unconvinced.   Edwin walked over with a big smile that he knew Victor couldn't resist.      "Vic, we lucked out and it's because of you... and this," and he poked him in the belly.

Victor was quite chubby, nearing three hundred pounds, but he carried it well and had a ruggedly handsome look that Edwin found irresistable compared to his trim and lightly musculared tone.   Edwin, or 'Ed' as Victor usually called him (while Edwin called Victor "Vic" most of the time) loved the difference in their bodies.   Vic had a short trimmed beard and equally short brown hair on his head that gave him a "bear" appearance, although he hated the label and Ed never used it - which was the first conversation they had when they first met a few years earlier.   They had grown close and as they both approached thirty, they decided to start looking for a house but neither of them expected to find something so soon and for so cheap, but there really was a catch to the price - and Edwin knew it.

While Vic was checking out the backyard, Ed was told the real story behind the house and thought that Vic wouldn't be alright with it so he asked the realtor to leave it to him to explain it to his partner.   The kidnapping story seemed to work as a cover, and Edwin kept the truth to himself, finding himself slightly aroused by the truth.    The previous owner had apparently been renting the downstairs apartment suite to men and then fattening them to death.    Eight confirmed dead over two decades before the man was caught by a rookie cop investigating a cold case.    It was in the news for weeks the year before, and people were talking about it everywhere, but the pictures of the house were all from winter when the vines on the house were leaf-less and bare.    The house was currently covered in green leaves and looked so inviting, not at all like the bleak pictures of the "Hog House" as the media had dubbed it.   Edwin made a mental note to alter the outside of the house before winter so Victor wouldn't recognize it.      

Ed looked over at Vic and smiled as watched his chubby hubby leave to get another box with his asscrack hanging out without him even realizing.   In just an old tshirt, Vic's weight was more noticeable as the old fabric strained at his belly and his old sweatpants showed how much his ass jiggled and bounced when he walked.   Ed had an erection before he knew it and decided to take a few of the 'odds and ends' boxes to the basement apartment to keep his mind focused on the giant task at hand.   He hated moving, but Ed had a feeling that this would be the last time he'd be moving.  The house was perfect.     

Edwin set the boxes down in the basement suite and took a look around.   There was a small set of stairs leading into the kitchen area which was modern and very new looking.   He figured that the previous owner wanted it to be nice for his trapped victims, maybe even cooking up food for them in this kitchen.   He turned around and looked at the living area, and the slight discoloration on the wall that highlighted a rectangular shape.   Ed half-chuckled once in realization that this outline was the baseboard of the bed that the victims spent months in, too fat to even move.    He could picture it in his head - some young guy strapped down and being force fed day in and day out, gaining so much weight that he eventually doesn't even need to strap them down.   Soft fatty flesh spilling out and hanging down, burying them deeper and deeper in warm, heavy lard... and he grows it on them just for his own pleasure.

"Ed?  What are you doing?" Vic said with a surprised laugh.

Ed turned around to find Vic with a box of his old football trophies.  His plump underbelly with the hairy trail leading to his bellybutton was exposed, his sweaty tshirt snagged on the box.   Ed could see the line where Vic's underbelly curved up to meet his love handles,  the delicate start of a fat fold that would hang over his hip if he would just gain a little more weight.

"Ed!" Vic said with a curiously happy expression that highlighted his chubby cheeks.

Ed snapped out of it and looked down at what he was doing.   His erection was out of his shorts, and he had been slowly jerking off, standing in the middle of where the bed had been kept.   He studdered in surprise for a second and then decided to do the only thing that wouldn't raise any questions and walked over to Vic and kissed him over and over.    On his mouth, on his cheeks, on his neck, and before they knew it, Ed was stripping all the clothes off of Vic and fucking him like an animal on the floor.    

"More..." Vic moaned out, feeling waves of pleasure as Ed rode his ass hard.    

Ed grabbed and squeezed everything he could get his hands on, tugging on Victor's nipples and latching onto his love handles.    Victor's smaller cock was hard, bouncing up and down as his body rocked back and forth on his hands and knees to the rhythm of Ed's fucking.  As Ed started cumming, he growled out in a deep low groan that Vic had never heard him make before.    It sent a chill up his spine and as he felt Ed's cum flood out inside of him, Vic felt suddenly uneasy and like he should get back to unloading the boxes.    Ed kissed him and hugged him close.

"You and I are going to have a lot of good times here, I can't tell you how happy I am," Edwin said with a giant smile that instantly calmed Victor.   

The two went back to unloading and before long had the entire house unpacked, all except for the odd boxes in the basement suite, but Victor decided to leave that to Ed as he always got an uneasy feeling in the basement like someone was watching him.   He even thought he heard someone one night, a faint voice asking something urgently, but he decided it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

About a month after they moved in, Vic found himself craving foods he had usually tried to avoid all of his adult life - bacon, potato chips, junk food and fast food - and it was starting to show up on his waistline.    Ed was very pleased with this but pretended he didn't notice the growth, afraid it would cause Vic to start dieting, but he made sure there were always snacks in the kitchen to tempt him to eat more.