Snow Storm
by Exjkfeeder

I had made this drive a million times, but never in a snowstorm as fierce as this one. As the giant white flakes swirled across my windshield in no discernible pattern, I felt like I was operating more on memory than by actual ability to see where I was headed. Every sign was legible only once you got immediately upon it. Even then, most of the print was coated with a thick layer of ice by now. I just hoped that I could make it as far as the service station to camp out there until things cleared up. This is what I get. I listened to the warnings on the radio that this would be a blizzard to top all, but I stubbornly decided to brave it anyway, figuring I'd beat the worst of the snowfall and get safely to my cabin for a quiet weekend.

Actually, this service station has always been one of my favorite stops over the ten years of driving from Chicago to my remote cabin in northern Wisconsin. Even without the growing need to get out of the storm, it had always been a great halfway stop during this trip. It was a small family operated station, the type quickly being put under by the mega-chains that were landing on every city corner like over-lit space ships. It was full service only, complete with a garage and a small diner. The nice couple that had owned it ran everything. I had taken advantage of the husband's mechanic skills many times. In fact, I often held off on car repairs until I knew I'd be heading to the cabin. He did a perfect job every time. And while I waited, his wife would dish up some great home cooked grub in the dinner set on the corner of their lot. Even if I didn't need much work done to the car, I always made it a point to stop for several hours, and I had actually come to know the family pretty well.

A few years ago, though, the couple had decided it was time to cash it in, and they retired to a place in Florida. Not to worry, though, the place's family-run charm remained intact. The couple had two sons who had grown up learning every aspect of the business. They now ran the service station jointly, the older brother Jason specializing in the garage duties, and the younger brother Rob taking primary responsibility for the restaurant. I basically watched these boys become men. In the years of travel back and forth, I had seen them grow from gawky adolescents into very hearty Mid-western men. In fact, they were about the most sexy, beefy guys I had ever seen, and they added to the lure of this stop more than I'd dare admit.

My tastes had always favored thick-set muscled guys - not the "ripped" muscle posers I remember from my days in Los Angeles, but the strong, sturdy guys who grew up in corn-fed environments like this. Both boys had really blossomed into their size. They were tall, wide grinned, broad shouldered and stocky with nice beefy arms, hips and thighs. Now at 27 and 24 years of age, they were also starting to show hints of thickening up around the gut too. Still very firm and with powerful builds, both definitely had added some girth since their school days. Though not fat yet, both were starting to look fleshier. The family genetics gave them each a slightly swayed back, so as their torsos curved in to their waists, the arch of their backs served to highlight the slightly more evident bow in their abdomens. With each season's visit, I drove away from the station with increasingly intense visions of stuffing both of them in that diner until their guts started to balloon up under their pecs, shoving the waistbands on their jeans down until the buttons started to give. I looked forward to the next few years to see how they'd fill out.

As with many brothers, Jason and Rob were very competitive with each other. Jason always had the older brother's advantage in size, but as soon as he'd push on his lifting, Rob was there, fiercely trying to catch up. They both played football in high school, and after graduating; they seemed to take up the time they spent on the field using the weight room they had set up in one of the outbuildings at their station. The competitive nature didn't seem to have diminished at all over time either. Still a little taller than Rob, though only by an inch at 6' 3", Jason would taunt his younger brother about being a skinny wimp. He would jab him in the chest or stomach and asking if his little brother would ever beef up enough to live up to his elder. For Jason, this was just innocent razzing. But for Rob, who had always lived under his brother's shadow in football, dating, and everything else in school, it actually really festered. You'd see his face go red as Jason kidded him. I often wondered what would happen if Jason ever surpassed his brother or if that overshadowed younger sibling issue would unleash itself one day.

For a minute, this all flew out of my head as I suddenly skidded across another patch of ice. Okay, that was it. I needed to get off the road now. Fortunately, just then, I saw what looked like the exit ramp leading to the station. I took it, figuring that even if I weren't there, I had no choice but to stop wherever I was. As I crept up the road, though, I sighed with relief to see I had made it to their place. I felt the muscles in my neck relax as I came to a stop under the overhang of the main station. I shoved the door open against the wind and I dashed inside.

Jason was at the counter and looked up with curiosity surprise. When I dropped my hood, he recognized me right away, though.

"What the hell are you doing out in this mess? Are you out of your mind? This is supposed to be the biggest blizzard that's hit us in ten years. You trying to get yourself killed?"

"Yeah yeah, I know," I sputtered, blowing on my hands to warm them up. "I'm an idiot. I thought I could beat it and have a great snowbound week at the cabin."

Flashing his big grin, Jason started to laugh and said, "Well, snowbound yeah, at your cabin no. Don't you listen to anything? Every road north of here was shut down hours ago. I think you're the only crazy man on the road. Looks like you're stuck here until it clears."

Not really minding that thought at all, I figured I better protest rather than appear to eager to advantage of what seemed like an offer. "Nah, I'm sure it'll be fine. It's not that much further."

Then I heard his brother's voice from behind. Rob came in from the diner's connecting door.

"Are you nuts! You're stuck buddy. Good thing you made it here. At least you won't be stranded out in your car. Man, what were you thinking?"

"Hey Rob. Well guys, I think I'm as glad as I've ever been to see you two. Looks like you're going to have to live with me for a few hours."

Rob took my arm and pushed me toward the door connecting to the diner.

"Yeah or weeks if this storm keeps up. Come on in here. You look like you need something hot to drink."

As I headed into the restaurant, I looked back and saw Jason digging into a bag of chips set on the counter. He scooped up a giant fistful of them, and cramming his mouth full, he said he'd be in to join us soon. Just as I glanced back before letting the door swing closed behind me, I saw Jason stand up from his post behind the counter to reach for something on a shelf above his head. My eyes popped. His entire torso was visible above the high countertop, as he tipped forward and kind of grunted to grab whatever he was aiming for. His gut looked bigger than I'd ever seen it, and his denim shirt yanked out of his jeans, the bottom two buttons pulling tight as his gut pushed against the fabric with his reach. He had to be another 25 pounds heavier than when I saw him last.

I turned around, almost saying something about his brother's gain to Rob. But as I did, I saw him shed his parka. Under it he wore a thick flannel shirt over a zippered sweatshirt. Unless it was the sweatshirt, I'd swear Rob had put on 15 to 20 pounds himself. Those stuffing fantasies began to come to life in my head all over again.

Rob filled up a cup of hot coffee, and as we casually caught up, he kept offering me some pie. I took him up on a piece to go with the coffee. After he handed me a plate, he amazed me by sticking a fork directly into the pan.

"Hope you don't think this is rude. I know we're going to be the only ones in here for a few days, and I'm just not in the mood to be messing with dishes." Not wanting to hold him back at all, I told him I couldn't mind less.

We talked for a while about nothing in particular. The conversation went all over the place as we sat staring at the non-stop snowfall. The radio kept insisting that this storm was going to last for days. I was wondering how long I'd be here, but as Rob nearly cleared the pie plate, I secretly hoped the snow would never stop.

Somehow the conversation turned to working out, and Rob kind of got cross. He was saying how he and Jason had still been working out hard, trying to outdo each other. He started to grumble that he wants to get bigger than his brother one day. I dared to comment that I could tell they had beefed up some. Before Rob could answer, Jason came bounding in, immediately heading behind the counter to pull out a whole pie for himself.

"Hey Jason," I said. "We were just talking about your lifting routine. Actually, looks like you've really put on a few. You've beefed up some more since I was here last."

Did I see Rob's face go flush when I said that?

As Jason grabbed a chocolate cream pie and headed over to us, he said, "Yeah, I guess there's not much else to keep us occupied out here. Though after years of working to catch up, you'd think this puss would be able to out-weigh his brother."

When he made the crack, Jason gave Rob a shove on his shoulder blade as he came up to flop down at the counter with us. From the unexpected force of the knock, Rob dropped the pie off his fork.

This caused Jason to add, "See, the wimp can't even hold up his fork. Maybe one day he'll bulk up enough, but I'll always be the bigger brother."

Rob's face was burning. As we sat and talked more, Rob went mute, scowling as he and Jason cleared away the pies. After shoving in the last forkful, which he carefully ran around the pie plate to get every last crumb, Jason fell back in the chair. Letting out a huge groan and dropping his hand on the top arc of his starter belly, right where his chest edged into the swell of his pie-filled bulge, he grunted that he was absolutely stuffed.

"You know," I ventured, "it actually looks like you're getting a gut there Jason."

He looked down at the pie-filled bulge, which now seemed to have inched up a bit more from the absent-minded gorging. Grabbing the bottom arc of his rounded belly, Jason just shook me off.

"Yeah I guess. It's just winter weight. You know. As soon as the weather warms up, you shed the gut. Helps you stay warm until then."

"I don't know buddy. That shirt's looking pretty snug. You may be lifting more, but it looks like the gut is starting to win."

"Yeah, I did weigh in at 245 pounds this morning, but whatever. It just gives me energy to lift. It always drops off come spring. Besides, a few extra pounds keep me well ahead of this guy. What are you, little guy? A tiny 200 or so?" Jason jabbed his brother again, hard in the ribs.

"He's working out pretty hard these days, but there's no way he'll catch up. If that means a few extra helpings, this older brother is always gonna be ahead." "Hey! I'm 220! I'm on your tail," Rob protested. But Jason just mimicked Rob's protest in a typical older brother taunt.

Jason barely thought about the comment, but you could see smoke rolling out of Rob's ears. Jason hoisted himself up and waved.

"There's a spare room for you. You know you're stuck here until the roads are clear again, so make yourself at home. If this keeps up, the snow's gonna pile up against our door soon. I'm off to workout for a bit."

And he bounded out of the room.

Rob muttered something, and I turned my head toward him. His head was hanging, and he was angrily jabbing his fork into the empty pie tin.

"What's that?"

"He knows that pisses me off."

"Oh sure. That's an older brother for you. Mine always harassed me like that too."

"Yeah, but I'm so fed up with it. I should lock him out of the weight room and show him. I'd come back much bigger than he is now."

"Easy boy. He's just kidding around. Besides, Jason's kind of edging you out with the start of that gut. He's starting to look kinda fat there."

"Yeah maybe, but he's still got the edge with the muscles. That bastard is always gonna be bigger and stronger than me. Just once I'd like to..."

"Whoa there. This really bugs you doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it makes me fucking nuts. No matter what, I've always been the smaller younger brother."

I was actually amazed at how intensely all this upset Rob.

"But if he keeps up that eating..."

"They say 'yeah you're big Rob, almost up to Jason's size. Soon you'll get big like your brother' No credit for nothing."

He was in his own world for a minute.

"You know, if you let him keep eating like that, he may get bigger, but that gut of his will overtake those pecs soon. Maybe you should let him grow."

"Man, I'm gonna step it up with the weights! This is the year I finally beat him."

Then he seemed to catch what I said.

"Hey, whadya mean?"

I got his attention.

"Well, if he wants to be the bigger older brother so bad, just let him. Younger brother's revenge! That appetite of his has got to start sticking to his gut soon. Then yeah, he'll be bigger, but who's going to think he looks better than you with a big beer gut splitting his shirts open."

"Man you think? Yeah, I guess that'd make me look pretty damn good by comparison."

"You should keep him eating and sneak up on him that way."

"That's such a cool idea! If only I could make him bloat out a little faster. Man, I never thought of it that way."

I couldn't believe how readily Rob took to this idea. I couldn't believe what I was about to suggest.

"In fact, maybe you ought to encourage his eating. Might be your only hope since it seems he's always going to be bigger than you."

Rob kind of flared at that.

"Hey, I can catch up if I want!"

"I know. I know. Though, hate to say it, he's always been bigger than you. Maybe it's time for a new strategy, younger brother. Let him get much bigger. Let him get so much bigger that he looks like a fattened up moose."

"How?"

"Well, you run this restaurant. You figure it out."

And I got up to head to the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom and up the back hallway toward the dining room, Jason was heading my way. He had changed into sweats and a T-shirt. My eyes widened at the full sight of his muscled, beer-gutted build. The elastic on his sweat pants pulled wider the closer it got to the center of his belly. And as they rounded forward past his hips, they also arced down in a line below the base of his swelling gut. From there, the new bulge of his belly bowed forward slightly, continuing to arc out to just above his navel, where the bulge rounded back in toward the base of his meaty pecs. His gut was even more highlighted in his gym clothes since his T-shirt pulled up a bit, leaving a gap at the middle, only able to stay tucked into his sweats back toward his sides.

"Have a good workout stud."

"Yeah you know it. I'm gonna crank. See you in a bit."

When I went back into the diner, there was no sight of Rob. I heard all this clanging coming from the kitchen though. I poked my head through the swinging door and saw Rob in a frenzy. He had bowls all over the place, pots going on the stove, food out all over. I just pulled back into the dining room, a smile creeping onto my face in spite of myself. I headed to my room for a while. I dozed off for about an hour, but soon I woke up to Jason bounding into the room. Sweat had soaked through his shirt in a line down the center of his chest and gut, making the thin white cotton stick to the firm mounds of his worked out pecs and overfed stomach.

"Come on man. I'm fucking starved. I haven't worked out that hard in a while. Smells like Rob has some great chow ready. Let's head on in."

I was proud of Rob when I saw the spread he had laid out in the dining room. He couldn't be following my thoughts any better! There were plates and bowls of food everywhere. Pasta, fried chicken, meat loaf, more pies, potatoes and breads. Enough for dozens.

"Holy shit man," Jason laughed, "who the hell is joining us? Looks like you're expecting a full house." He turned to wink at me and added, "Good thing though. I'm starved, having pumped at the gym while my tiny little bro stayed in here cooking up a storm." Turning back to Rob he said, "One more workout ahead of you kiddo."

Rob's eyes darkened, but he just handed a loaded plate to Jason and told him to shut up and dig in.

Jason stuffed himself like a pig. Leaning over his plate so that his fork only had to travel a few inches to get to his mouth, he shovelled in mouthful after mouthful of food like he hadn't eaten for weeks. With all the food in front of him, he seemed to be working to clear it all on his own. He'd refill his plate, leaning across the table so I could see his swelling belly press into the table as he grabbed more food. His bulging stomach seemed to be inching up a bit with each plateful. At this rate, he was going to split his shirt all on his own in no time. But he finally slowed, leaning full upright, which made his packed belly push out to full size. With a huge exhale, he groaned and grabbed both sides of his belly.

"Ooooo. Man, I ate like a pig. Rob man, you outdid yourself this time. Really fucking tasty."

As Jason let out a stifled belch, Rob took his opening.

"That's it big guy? All this bragging about how much bigger you are and that's all you can eat? Guess that braggin's a bunch of shit."

"Wha? Man you know I can kick your ass in the gym and then here at the table. I don't see you clearing plates like this? Also didn't see you in that gym hauling ass earlier."

"Then you oughta be able to polish off a little more there, huh? From all the food left over, it looks to me like you can't put you mouth where your claims are big brother."

I was amazed. For the first time, Jason seemed to be getting mad. Just sputtering a few half protests, he just reached forward and grabbed the one of the remaining bowls of mashed potatoes. With the huge serving spoon, he started cramming giant mounds of gut-stuffing potatoes into his mouth. His face seemed to redden a little, and I swear I could hear his T-shirt creaking as it tightened up with the growing pressure. Then he grabbed anything else in front of us. More pasta and the last few pieces of fried chicken. The entire basket of bread and finally one last pie. He grabbed it from the bottom of the pan with his big hand, resting it right on his now tightly bloated belly as he shovelled the entire thing into his mouth. He was really slowing by now, but he'd look up with a glare at Rob, scooping up another spoonful and cramming it into his mouth. He had so much pie crammed in his cheeks that he could barely close his mouth to chew. But to my stunned excitement, he got it all down. Slamming the pie plate on the table, he arched his back, pushing his belly out to now near-exploding size, almost hollering and groaning simultaneously.

"Fuck! There you go Robbie! No one could top that performance."

He had to be right. Jason's belly looked like he had a beach ball under his shirt. If it weren't for the skin showing as his shirt inched further up his tightly packed belly as he inhaled and exhaled, I would have thought he had one hidden under there.

Rob just acted kind of nonchalant.

"Yeah, I guess. Seems you still brag more than you show off, but whatever." He started picking up plates and headed out of the room. Jason shifted as if he was going to leap up after him, but he just fell back into his chair, pinned by his overstuffed ball of a gut.

"Fuck, I can't move. I really gorged too hard here. I feel like a whale. Let him go. I showed him and he knows it."

"I guess so stud, but I think you're gonna have to prove it a few more times to convince him."

With that I got up and headed into the kitchen too, looking back to see Jason slowly rubbing what had to be an aching belly. His eyes were half closed. His gut stuck so far out, I knew it'd be hours before the swelling eased.

When I got into the kitchen, Rob had a huge grin on his face.

"Man, you're a genius. That was so damn cool. He ate like a fucking pig. I'm gonna keep feeding him like that until he ends up with this big fucking gut that lets him be the bigger one, but he'll be this fat-assed guy while I take over. I'm off to the gym man. Thanks."

He slapped me on the shoulder and bounded out. This was too good to be true.

This competitive routine kept up, as did the snow. The weatherman had definitely not lied. It literally never stopped snowing for the next 4 days. Giant drifts formed against every building, and soon we had to admit we were going to be snow-bound for days. Radio reports told us that as soon as plows could dig something out, it drifted over again. They just gave up until the storm let up. But the restaurant kitchen was fully stocked, and with Jason's non-stop eating, I was in NO rush to leave. And the two brothers were so engrossed in this competition that they seemed not to care of we ever were dug out.

For the next week, I never saw anyone eat so much in my life! Jason and Rob fell into this fierce goading routine. As Rob cooked up tons of food, Jason would taunt him about how much more he would lift that day. Then Rob would add more and more food to the table and tell Jason he was a wimp when he slowed because his gut was so stuffed. Taking a deep breathe and almost getting into a trance, Jason would gorge non-stop for what seemed like hours until he fell into a food coma. He ate like a sumo in training. I could see his belly inching up with each meal. In a matter of days, his gut had swollen up so much that he just kept his shirts off. He'd sit at the table stuffing himself, grunting and pushing to eat more and more and more until his belly was stretched so tight I feared he would pop. His skin looked pulled to its limit, almost getting shiny as it bulged out bigger and rounder with each helping. He was eating out of control, shoving more food in his mouth as he rubbed his ballooned gut and groaned with each repeated mouthful. He ate and ate and ate, still somehow stuffing in more until he had to take bigger breaths between swallows. Finally he would hit the wall, his belly blown up to wedge firmly into the edge of the table, his eyes glazed over as both his hands fell to rest on the growing ledge at the top of his ball gut. Once he hit that point, Rob would clear the table with a smug look and head into the gym himself for a frenzied work out the rest of the night.

By the end of a week of this, Jason looked like he'd gained 30 pounds at least. Maybe more. His muscles looked pumped, but that gut was eclipsing everything. He looked eleven months pregnant. His pecs were like basketballs. His belly was so bloated that it pushed them up toward his shoulders when he sat down. His gut looked so swollen that I swear his navel would turn inside out with just a few more gut-blasting meals.

And then it happened. At the end of the week as he planted his beefy ass into the chair with a thud, his gut so big by now it already looked fully stuffed, Jason ate only one helping of food and then shoved the plate away from him.

"That's it Robbie-boy. Fun and games are over. After a week of showing you who's the bigger man here, I think I've proven that old Jason can stay bigger than you, no matter what. I can lift more than you, and I can eat more than you. I weighed in today, and I've tipped the scales at 283 pounds. Now that that's settled, I need to let this gut swell back down. But we again know who's the boss."

It suddenly wasn't just older brother kidding around anymore. Jason looked fumed, as if he couldn't believe that Rob had dared to challenge him. But he also looked very self-satisfied. Like there could never be a question that he would beat his brother every time. With that, he hauled his huge body out of the chair and with his gut swaying from side to side; he swaggered out of the room for the gym.

Rob was sputtering.

"That can't be it. This is just starting! I want him so fucking fat that his gut makes him look ridiculous!! There is NO way this is over. NO way!"

I was doing the math as Rob ranted; shocked that Jason managed to pack on 38 pounds in just one week. Before I could even say anything, Rob had a pie in each hand and was racing for the gym. I just followed as fast as I could. I couldn't believe what he was doing.

Jason was sprawled out on the weight bench, totally unsuspecting of what was about to hit him. Resting after a set, he had his eyes closed, his arms hanging down to each side of the bench, hands close to the floor. Before he could react, Rob had jumped on him. Pinning his full weight on Jason's chest and dropping his legs around Jason's dangling arms, Rob lost it on him.

"You want to be the bigger brother all the time stud? Then I'm gonna make damn sure you are. I'll make you so fucking big that no one even recognizes you! This gut of yours is gonna blow up until you can't see over it!"

Jason was almost too stunned to really react, not really believing what he was hearing anyway.

He just shouted, "get the fuck off me you little runt! What the hell kind of glllggg, ugh, ooof, ggglgg."

Rob was cramming pie into Jason's mouth. He had pulled his strong legs tighter around Jason's arms, squeezing them with all his might against the weight bench, and he was holding the pie plate to Jason's mouth and stuffing huge globs of pie into his brother's mouth with his hands. Jason started to thrash his legs, but Rob was so intent on force-feeding that he finally out-classed his big brother. As he stuffed the last of the first pie into Jason's mouth and slid the other one up to his chin before any protest could he uttered, he turned to me and yelled.

"Help me out here! This all was your idea!! Help me keep him here. I'm gonna make him eat until he explodes!!"

Shaking out of my engrossed stare at the sight of this, I quickly looked around the room. I grabbed a jump rope, clearly not used for a long time until now. I quickly came around Jason's head to tie his arms behind him under the bench. He was wrestling with all his might now, his eyes bugging out in disbelief as Rob fed him harder and harder. It took all my strength, but with Rob pressing his legs with all his might, I managed to get Jason firmly tied to the bench. With the second pie now gone and shoved into Jason's spherical belly, Rob finally leaned back, shifting onto his brother's legs to make sure he didn't kick.

"What the fuck is with you man??" Jason gagged to swallow the last bit of pie. With whipped cream and crust still on his lips, he yelled, "What kind of stupid ass stunt is this, huh? Let me off of here. You've had your fun. Cut it the fuck out."

Rob was now suddenly calmer.

"So, how's it feel to have me wrestle you down big brother? You always said you'd be the bigger one, and now I'm gonna make sure that comes true like you ever thought possible. You think you can eat more, gain more, and get bigger? I'm going to help my HUGE brother prove it!"

I have to admit, I NEVER thought this is what would release from Rob. But at the sight of Jason laying back, muscled arms pulled behind him, seeming to make his bloated belly poke up even higher, I was game to help this go as far as it could. The snow was going to keep us here for a while, and I was in for the haul.

Rob let loose with a force-feeding regimen bigger than anything I had dared fantasize about. He kept his brother in that gym for weeks. He'd load up trays of food and stuff him brother until his gut looked ready to explode. He was merciless. Cramming more and more and more food into Jason with each feeding, he would rub him brother's gut when it looked like he'd pass out from the stuffing, taunting him about how ballooned he was getting and how he was going to get him so much fatter yet! Jason had just given in after a while. He tried to fight every feeding at first, but being strapped down and help hostage, he just caved and tried to keep up with the feeding. His belly blew up like an inflating air balloon. Getting fatter and rounder literally by the day with Rob's relentless feedings, I saw Jason blow up like a human beach ball. His gut inflated in this amazingly perfect round sphere. Kept so tight from the non-stop stuffing, I could see his belly round, growing continually fatter and fatter and fatter and fatter. Soon you couldn't see past the giant swell of his gut to his head when you entered the room. All you saw was his spread legs and giant belly. I took to feeding him myself when Rob had to head back to the kitchen to make more food. Kept there for weeks, he got so fat that he had to be way over 350# by now. His shirt had ripped up the sides long ago. Soon after that, the waistband of his sweats gave out, ripping wide open with a deafening pop as the tie gave out.

This was at the end of about six hours of hard feeding, and when the tie gave way, Jason's belly seemed to pop up to even bigger size once the last restraint gave. He was massive! I started wondering if his belly was getting as tall as he would be whenever Rob let him stand back up. Actually, he had to be over 400 pounds. His gut was too huge not to be.

And finally, once Jason's belly looked big beyond belief, Rob eased up. Standing next to Jason, resting his own muscular arm over the bulging top of Jason's towering belly, Rob rubbed his other hand across the stuffed and round expanse of his brother's belly. His hand could travel several feet as it traced the arc of his brother's inhumanly large gut.

"Nice work we did here big brother. There's no one who will question that you're the biggest one now. You gotta be 3 times my size now. You're right. There's no way I can EVER catch up to you now, Fatso. In fact, being such a blimped-up fat-ass pig now, NO ONE could catch up to this massive belly."

Laughing as he gave Jason's belly one last slap, Rob started to untie him.

"Let's see what this porker weighs, huh. Help me out."

I came over and helped Rob loosen the knots. So weighed down by his giant gut and so overfed into bloated daze, Jason just kind of groaned as his arms finally came free. Rob reached down and led his brother's arm up to his gut.

"Go ahead big boy. Feel that massive whale of a belly. I bet you never thought you'd live up to that bragging of yours like this huh? Let's see how much this fat braggart weighs."

We both groaned, taking each of Jason's arms and working to haul him up off of the weight bench. Jason grunted deeply. His ballooned belly seemed to be pushed back, bulging out even further in front of him from the pressure of his torso pulled into it. Rob kicked at his legs, sweat forming on his forehead as he told Jason to help out.

"Come on, Fatso! As big as you wanted to be, you better be able to help haul you own fat belly off this bench."

With everyone's might, we finally got Jason standing. The momentum it took to get him up nearly sent him rolling forward onto the floor. His huge ball belly hit the bench with a thud. Jason fell onto his belly, arms slapping into the sides of it. He looked amazing. We had gotten him so fat that he couldn't even reach around his belly all the way. He was standing upright, his belly planted on the bench in front of him holding him up. My god! What did he weigh?

With him lumbering along slowly, we led the ballooned Jason to the scale. Before he could even step onto the plate, his belly bumped into the uprights. It was one of those counterweight scales with the metal pole. He was too fat to get close enough to stand on it!

"Turn around, Fatso."

Rob was loving this. He looked so proud of the feeding job he had done as we turned Jason around, having to move in a circle several feet away from his shoulders to clear his huge gut as he slowly turned. Stepping him onto the scale backwards, I heard the base plate clank heavily as Jason's full weight slammed down. I shifted and shifted the counterweight. 300#. Nope. No movement. 350#. Still nothing. 400#. A slight tip, but then nothing. Man!! He was way fatter than I dared think. Finally some seesawing at 475#. Not quite there. 490#. Close! 500#. SO CLOSE!!

"My god, he's 524 pounds!"

I leaned around Jason's shoulder, one hand wrapping around his mammoth belly as I gave the news to Rob.

"What!!"

Finally a reaction from the feeding victim. Jason shook out of his food-induced stupor. He looked down at his belly, surely only able to see the top third of its expanse as it stretched out several feet in front of him.

"You made me that fucking fat?! I'm gonna kill you, you little runt! Get over here."

Trying to move at Rob, arms reaching for him but actually not able to get past his belly, Jason could only slowly lumber along. Barely able to keep balance, his massive belly swung from side to side as he headed right at Rob. A little smug, Rob just slowly stepped backward toward the wall as Jason's gut bounced toward him. He had to lean way back to not topple forward, but he kept going at Rob. Finally Rob was up against the wall.

"What are you gonna do, Fatso? You said you'd always be the bigger one. I was just trying to help you live up to the promise. And now you're a giant blimp. Just look at that belly, you pig!"

"Yeah and now I have you pinned with this huge gut you grew, wimp boy."

It was true. Jason had slammed the full force of his gut into Rob. I heard Rob let out a grunt as I saw Jason tip forward will all his newly packed on girth. Rob's eyes bugged a little at Jason's belly pushed into him. He leaned forward like a guy trying to shove something with all his might. He had Rob firmly against the wall, his feet lifted off the floor. Jason just rested there and turned to me.

"Get some chow, buddy! It's time you help me show my little brother just what it's like to play with the big boys!"

And with that, the tables turned. Despite the clearing snow, I again helped one brother force feed the other until I saw another belly balloon up to inhuman size. I knew I liked this route for a reason.