Crisis in Bear Valley - Part 3 (Patreon)

The newly formed gainer community of Bear Valley was all sitting in Oscar’s Jeep, on their way to find the next person to join their gang, someone who grew immensely, thanks to Magnus’ magical power. Xander was the first one to break the silence.

X: “Hey Oscar, I just want to thank you for everything. You supported me when I was trying to gain, and you tried to warn me about the danger of the stuff I was taking to get even bigger. I should have listened to you. When you found me in your gym that night, I was so hungry and aggressive, that I gave you no other choice than to feed me.”

Bob turned his head toward Oscar, amused.
B: “Yeah, no choice at all.” wink

Beads of sweat ran down Oscar’s forehead, stopped by his thick eyebrows. His eyes were fixated on the road without blinking, not yet ready to be honest about the pleasure he took fattening Xander, seeing him grow bigger every day.

X: “Not everyone would have taken care of me despite my whims. And you did it for a whole year!”
B: “A WHOLE YEAR?! HOLY—”

O: “My clients are my friends, you know that, and I’ll never want to let anybody down, no matter how big they are! He he…”

Bob whispered an “oh my god” muffled by his beard, shocked that Oscar was secretly fattening a pig at work for this long. He wasn’t jealous. Well, maybe a bit. 

X: “Yeah, but you helped me work out even when I was barely able to move, you even washed me—”

B: “—Ahem Hi, I’m Bob! I’m Oscar’s husband!”
X: “Oh yeah! I thought it was you! Oscar couldn’t stop talking about you. He often got lost in his thoughts describing how beautiful you are. He said you were a big bear, but oh man, you’re even bigger than I imagined!”

The big Bob blushed. Suddenly, his frown disappeared and he felt bad for doubting Oscar’s sincerity. Maybe the big guy truly can’t stop himself from helping others, and even more when they are an immobile blob of muscular fantasy.

O: “Bob, you should know that Xander was one of my very first clients at the gym, we’ve been friends for many years. A true gym rat!”

But their friendship is more profound than that. Xander was the first openly gay member of his gym, and it opened Oscar’s eyes. All the heteronormative media he consumed in his life marked his subconscious with the idea that a strong guy can’t be romantic and assertive at the same time. He thought that making his coming out would rob him of his masculinity, and make him seem weak and unworthy of the body image of the big strong guy he was so proudly displaying. Xander made him understand that all couples don’t have to fall into the same sexist stereotype of “the dominator” and “the dominated”. Both people can be equal, and that’s even more true for gays, who are literally more similar. Sure, they can roleplay domination with force-feeding, but they could also reverse the role the next night, knowing that in their heart, there’s no boss, there’s no powerplay or mind game. Only respect and true love. Soon after meeting his beloved Bob, Oscar realized that two big guys showing their romantic side in public was more fierce, strong, and powerful than any muscle pump he could get from the gym. And that’s why Oscar took care of Xander for all this time: because he changed his life, and opened the door to true happiness. Oh, and because a one-ton man with an overgrown mass of muscle and fat is hot as hell.

In his mirror, Oscar could see Magnus waving his fat arms with difficulty, showing him where his magical compass was pointing. “The magic I sense is far, but very strong.”, said the mage, curious to see what they would find, that far away from the city. Suddenly, Xander seemed excited.

X: “OH! I think I know where we’re headed. Isn’t it the house of James Bello?

O: “James?!?! I thought he moved out years ago when he stopped coming to my gym!”
X: “ Maybe that’s what he told you, but he stayed close and bought a mansion in those woods to start his YouTube channel.”
B: “You’re telling us that his extreme transformation happened right next to us?”

(see James’ story here: https://www.patreon.com/yourcaretakerart/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=James%27+gomad )

Oscar looked at the bloated mess in the box of his pick-up, waving his magic hands in the air.

O: “Well, it makes a lot of sense now.”

B: “God. The number of times we finished the night by jerking off both while watching his last inflation…”
X: “Same.”
A few seconds passed.
R: “Same.”
Bob & Oscar were surprised by the shyness of Richard's response as if it took a lot of courage to tell his friend that he enjoyed the same kinky material as them. They thought that all taboos would have been broken after he got naked in front of them and used Magnus’ dick as an air pump. “I guess some things take time.”, they thought. To loosen the tension, Bob turned his massive body around and gave a fist bump to Richard.
B: “Nice. Welcome to the club, big guy.”
The mechanic smiled slightly.

The Jeep slows down in the parking lot of James' huge mansion. They saw that the hangar behind it had the doors wide open, so they decided to try their luck that way.

All of them except Magnus saw James’ incredible transformation after his month of extreme GOMAD. They wondered if he would still be a 4-story tall balloon full of barrels of milk, fattened up and bulked up to the absolute maximum. Nobody knew what happened to him after his last video.
A huge figure resembling a fat human body was far away at the other end of the hangar. As big as Xander when they found him, if not bigger. Yet, they were all surprised, they thought that James would have been bigger. But when they got closer, they understood why…
X: “Luke??!?! How did you get so fat?”

James' boyfriend and video producer, who had always been the skinniest twink, was now a colossal superchub. Unlike every other guy in the room, he didn't have a pound of muscle: only pure, soft fat. Lots of it. He was just as wide as he was thick, and just as tall. 

And then, behind him, an 8-foot-tall behemoth, 30 times more muscular than Xander, emerged from the shadow. James. Oscar’s gang was utterly agape.

J: “My milk. For more than a month, Luke was sucking the milk from my pecs. His very own GOMAD. Hey Oscar, hey X, long time no see.”

He explained that he almost blew up the day of his inflation, but he stopped growing just in time to fill the hangar to the nearest inch. It took two days for him to belch, fart, and piss his way out of immobility. Luke was then able to get out of his safe spot: James’ man-sized belly button.

J: “During my GOMAD, Luke sucked my milk to relieve me of pain. But he became addicted to it. After my inflation, my man sucked it all day long, by the gallons. I thought he would burst from the pressure. I tasted my milk just to see, and god, that shit is richer than cream. It was even more intense for him than it was for me when I started to stream. I could see him get fatter every day. It’s like, he wanted to get big, and his body was suddenly blowing up to fill his desire.”

The boys looked at each other, knowing that it was exactly the condition in which Magnus’ spell took effect. 

O: “And you got smaller?”
J: “Yeah, my muscles continued to absorb the milk, and Luke deflated me as if I were an overfilled cow. He admitted that he tricked me into the GOMAD thing to see me get bigger, and it seemed that he was right all along.”

James flexed his impossibly huge biceps and then pressed his pecs together with enough strength to crush a boulder. 

Xander surprised himself to open his pants and began to jerk off without even thinking. James had the hottest body he had ever seen.
How rude, everybody thought, while also having a raging erection. But after a pause from the shock, James continued to flex in front of them, happy to have that effect on them. Being admired is the goal of his entire life, right?

Beside him, you could hear Luke chuckle, making waves in his quintuple chin to his blob-like body. As his trainer and encourager, seeing his lover make that much of an impression on big guys like Oscar and the gang is an absolute win for him. He just wished he could pleasure himself too… It’s been months since he has been an immovable tub of lard. Luke always has been an encourager. Before James, he turned all his previous boyfriends from twink to superchubs. Normally, feeders often turn into feedees over time, but it never worked for Luke. His metabolism was so fast that he couldn’t gain a single pound, even if he ate as much as his pigs. It would bloat him, for sure, but for him, a twink with an inflated belly wasn’t the real deal. He wanted fat. The kind of fat that you could grab with both hands without even being close to touching a muscle or bone. Because he couldn’t gain himself, he made others gain. Oh, he was good at it. Too good. His first two boyfriends got so big so quickly that it scared them away. They exercised, lost their weight, and left the gaining community forever. When he met James, he discovered a new passion. Muscles. That’s the kind of gain that takes a lot of time and effort, but he could feed his lover a ton of food every meal, watch his belly swell temporarily, and then his muscles grow permanently. He found a new feeder dynamic with James, and he loved the size contrast between them. A contrast that’s present again today, but in a totally different form…

O: “I’m proud of you, man. I saw you work so hard at my gym in your beginnings, and now look at you!”

The gigantic bodybuilder stopped flexing and tried to walk toward his friends. Suddenly, his muscular shape wasn’t so gracious. He was lumbering and waddling like a rock sculpture about to fall at any moment. The bottom half of his vision was obstructed by his pecs, and his arms were floating at almost a 90-degree angle, biceps and triceps blown up to ridiculous proportions. Panting and sweating after only a few steps, the big guy seemed happy but exhausted. You could see in his eyes that he wished he could take some of the weight off.

O: “Mmmh. You need help big fella? I think we might have a solution for you.”

Right on cue, Richard and Bob came back from the truck with Magnus. More specifically, they rolled Magnus’ spherical body to him and then put him on his feet. James looked puzzled, but when he saw the mage's strange accouterment, his long beard and his oversized physique, a glimmer of hope sparkled in his eyes.

J: “M-m-magnus?? From the stories?? How on earth…”

M: “Seems like my legendary tales traveled farther than I thought… I can take some of that impractical size of you if that’s what you want.”

J: “Mmh… But can you make me grow back if I want to? I want to be able to have a normal life, but I won’t let you shrink me if I can’t ever get back to this dream size.”
M: “Sure thing, my boy. So, we go for it?”
J: “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Luke watched as his boyfriend’s muscles and height were reduced, the energy making its way into Magnus's growing belly. James began to dance to celebrate his ability to move normally again. He was still immense for the rest of the world standard, and very muscular according to Bear Valley’s definition of “big”. He approached his immobile ex-twink of a boyfriend, and squeezed his colossal belly with both arms, whispering to his ear:

J: “You too my love? Want to get back in shape?”
L: “I don’t want to be thin anymore…”
James looked a bit sad, wondering if his milk had condemned his lover to be stuck in those 4 walls forever.
L: “...but I want to help you make videos again. Magician, make me big like him.”
He pointed a Bob.

Magnus, supported by Xander and Oscar, took heavy steps toward Luke. He let himself fall on his ass like an overburdened mascot and started the superchub’s transformation. Luke slowly deflated to a much more manageable size, considering the prison of fat he had spent the last few months in. 

James and Luke hugged, while Oscar and Bob looked at each other lovingly, seeing their own body size contrast reflected in the newly transformed couple. Muscle and fat, the peanut butter and jelly of Bear Valley.

Seeing that the mage grew so fat that he couldn’t stand up on his own, Xander and Richard rolled him back to the truck. Oscar shouted at the other couple:

O: “Hey, James, Luke! We are doing some kind of “big guys” trip. Wanna come?”
J: “Sure! We have a lot to talk about! We’ll take our truck and follow you!”

And then they were seven. One last destination to complete the gang.

(To be continued…)