Xander’s hunger for gains (year 4) (Patreon)

Another year has passed since Xander met Mark at the beach, and as you can guess, the overblown bodybuilder hasn't lost a single pound of muscle and fat since then. In fact, he gained even more. A lot more.

The night after last year’s growth spurt on the beach, Xander knew that he wouldn’t even be able to enter his house anymore. He went directly to Oscar’s gym, the only place in town big enough to welcome his immense body. It took him more than an hour of extreme waddling to reach it, even though it was very close to the beach. That’s because the behemoth had to stop every few minutes for a pause: moving his enormous body took all the energy he had. Three naps and several gallons of sweat later, he finally arrived at his destination, thirsty, hungry, and sleepy.

The gym is usually closed at this hour, but he knew that Oscar always left one of the garage doors in the back unlocked, just in case his most obsessed clients would need to do a few pumps in the middle of the night. Xander lifted the door, rolled his colossal body inside, and fell asleep immediately.

***

The next morning, Oscar, the big bear who owned this gym, came early to do his training routine and clean up the place. He didn’t expect to find a mountain of muscle and fat lying on the ground in the back.

O: “WOAH! Who is this giant piggy?”

X: *heavy groan*

O: “Xander?!? Is that you? Oh my, you did turn out into a mass monster after all!

X: *long groan*

O: “*sigh* Let’s find a place for you, buddy.”

See, when Oscar thought of opening his own gym years ago, he wanted to make a splash. An immense gym, as big as his desire to grow into a muscle beast. Since Bear Valley is a working-class town surrounded by natural resources, there are countless factories and warehouses in the area. So when Oscar saw an ad for an old factory for sale, he knew it was perfect. He emptied the place, cleaned it, and turned it into the biggest gym the world had ever known. There’s so much room in it that he’s constantly searching for new ways to make people grow. He built a gainer shake bar, a sauna, a spa, rented a section for pharmaceutical research on muscle growth, dedicated a room for electrical muscle stimulation, and everything else you can dream of. There’s even a feeding room, inspired by Oscar’s lover, the big Bob. That’s because he didn’t care about fat: he wants him and his clients to get as big as possible, no matter how.

But even Oscar thought that Xander’s current state was a bit much. It’s not Xander’s size that shocked him (Bob or himself got bigger than that on several occasions during their feeding nights). It was how round and immobile he was for a man without any fat. Only pure, bloated muscles. He knew it couldn’t be natural gains: drugs and chemicals were responsible for that transformation. Oscar may be bulky and addicted to gainer shakes and meat, but he wasn’t a fan of needles and such, preferring the satisfaction of a good pump after a real workout.

He didn’t know what to make of Xander in his current state, wondering how he could help him. But the answer came in the form of a long moan expelled by the tired man.

X: “HHUUUUUUNNNNGGRRRRYYYYY”

Shocked, Oscar stood there for a second, unsure if it was his horny mind that was playing tricks on him, or if the inflated bodybuilder wanted to be stuffed with food. Xander said it a second time: the poor man hadn’t eaten for a whole day, and his muscles were starving for protein and water.

Oscar disappeared from his view, and came back with a forklift, ready to transport the thousand pounds of muscle. He had to grease the forks to make them slide under Xander’s immense legs. He lifted the man and carried him into a large empty room with a soft tatami covering the ground, intended to be a training room for martial arts.

By now, you might know Oscar well enough to guess what he carried next, to fill the void inside Xander’s poor hungry belly. It was, of course, a barrel of gainer shake. Over the years, he developed his recipe, the perfect balance between proteins, carbohydrates, vitamins, nutrients, and irresistible taste. The gym’s own shakes bar produces and stores many barrels of it every day: instead of water coolers, Oscar installed gainer shakes distributors in every training room. A single one-dollar coin grants you a whole liter of fresh, bubbly gainer shake.

O: “Here, drink from this tube, buddy, take as much as you want. This gigantic tank of yours sounds like it needs a lot right now.”

He patted the colossal roid gut, with a caring smile on his face, and a loud groan seemed to approve the offering.

*SSLLLLLUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPP*

Oscar jumped when he heard the force by which Xander was sucking the shake from the giant container. After a minute of hungry guzzling, the bottom of the barrel was reached.

X: “MOOOOOOOORRREEEEEE”

The surprise on Oscar’s face slowly turned into a devilish grin.

***

A year later, the beach gym was finally ready for another season of lifting under the sun. Everything was installed, except for the center piece. A mechanical crane operated by one of Oscar's friends brought a huge blob of fat and muscle to the middle of the beach. “It’s time to show this beauty to the world" he said.

***

Mark had been anxious and excited for a few days. He knew Xander would be at the beach again for their annual date, but he had a hard time imagining what his friend would look like, a year after seeing him grow before his eyes into a thousand pounds of inflated muscle.

This time he could see a huge figure as soon as he got out of his car in the parking lot at the other end of the beach. He knew immediately that it was his former bodybuilding partner. Instead of being angry like in previous years, he was excited, like a child about to visit a zoo, to see how much his friend had grown. In a way, the more Xander swelled, the more Mark was proud of having been faithful to his convictions, namely to continue his training naturally, instead of consuming all kinds of substances to gain weight at all costs, as is the case for his rival. It was the biggest case of “I told you so”, ever.

He was accompanied by his friend Kyle: both ran towards the immense mountain of skin that they could see from the other end of the beach. The closer they got, the more stunned they became.

Mark's prediction from last year had come true: this time, Xander wasn't just a mountain of muscle. He had become fat. Terribly fat. He had spent the entire year hiding in Oscar's gym, being fed from morning to night on gainer shakes and a ridiculous amount of food, at his request. The desire to grow and the hunger fueled by his enormous muscles had transformed him into a calorie-hungry glutton. All he wanted was to feel as big as possible, to fill himself up to the point where he felt like he could burst at any moment.

Xander was lying on his side in the sand, motionless. He was nothing more than a gigantic mountain of fat at least 15 feet high and 25 feet wide.

The young friends finally arrived in front of the colossal man, amazed. “Woah,” they said, in unison. That was all that could come out of their mouths. Mark felt Xander's huge pecs, and to his surprise, they weren't as soft as he might have expected. It was as if his muscles had grown so much that they had lost all their tone and definition, and were nothing more than a series of balloons stuck together. Kyle broke the silence with a joke and woke the huge bodybuilder.

K: “I never thought I would see a beached whale so close! It is really impressive!”

The big man could do nothing more than a deep tired groan.

Mark laughed. He continued to feel the different parts of the body like a cat looking for the perfect cushion to take a nap on. He can recognize every muscle, swollen to dozens of times the normal size and weight.

M: “I always knew you wanted to be as big as possible, but I never thought you would push the audacity this far. Do you still want to impress me? There you go, I'm impressed. Not by your enormous, ridiculous body, but by your stubbornness in wanting to contradict me. Do you still think all his experimental drugs and pills were the right thing to do? I look at you, and I’ve never been so proud of my own body.”

X: “BUT… I’M… SO.. BIG… DON’T…YOU…SEE?”

M: “Oh yes, don’t worry, I see. I see a huge whale, too fat to do anything, no longer able to flex a single muscle.”

X: *groooooaaannnn*

K: “Oh my god! Look at that enormous butt! It almost makes me hungry! So much meat! Be careful Mark so as not to slip and get absorbed into the gigantic butt crack! If you get stuck there, I won't be the one to pick you up!”

The two friends had fun climbing on a buttock of the colossus, which was almost as tall as them. “So bouncy!”, said Kyle. Again, Xander could do nothing but grunt, as he felt the guys bouncing on his fat ass. Then the two friends finally managed to reach the summit of Mount Xander, the round, soft side that reached 15 feet high. They looked so small compared to him! That's when Xander realized how big he was. So, so big. How much Mark could his belly hold? 50? 100??

Kyle and Mark spent over an hour on the top of his belly sunbathing, talking, and even taking a nap. When they were tired, they slid down from the top, used the muscles in his arm like a staircase, and then continued on their way without even saying goodbye.

This is what hurt Xander the most. He was nothing more than an object, just a big pile of motionless fat. After seeing Kyle and Mark climb on top of him, lots of people on the beach had fun doing the same thing, humiliating poor Xander for the rest of the day: he was a human bouncy castle. For the first time in four years, he no longer wanted to gain weight. He understood that this quest had no end and that his body would inexplicably continue to grow if he wanted to. Part of him relished his transformation from start to finish, but now he wonders what comes next. If only there was a way to relive his growth all over again...!

Xander will return in “Crisis in Bear Valley part 2”!