Chapter 13
331.2.
"Steve!" Bucky called. In a flash, the blond was by his side.
"Holy fuck," he exclaimed.
They'd hit his goal in only four days, and they still had all of today and most of tomorrow before they returned home.
"Do you want to stop?" Steve asked.
Bucky turned, purposefully bumping into Steve with his full belly. "Do you?" He knew what Steve wanted, but he wanted to hear what he was going to say.
"No," Steve answered, hands worshipfully caressing his overhang. "I want to see how big you can get before we go home."
Bucky smirked. "Well, then let's have breakfast."
Steve waited until he got situated in bed to pull out a box. "I have a different idea for today." He pulled the object out; a funnel. It was connected to a tube to make a bong of sorts.
"You're serious?"
"Color?"
"Yellow," Bucky answered. It wasn't a no, but there were many details to be sorted out.
"You'll relax in bed, and I'm going to fix the funnel over you. I'll pour cakeshakes into it steadily, but it'll just be going into your mouth, not your throat. You'll be able to swallow as much as you want. I won't force it on you. Just close your eyes and drink and don't think. If you need to stop for any reason, just double tap me and I'll take it out."
Despite himself, the idea thrilled Bucky a little and he felt his dick give a jump. He didn't know what about the idea excited him, but something had changed since the beginning of their vacation. He wanted to do it for himself, not just for Steve. He wanted to gorge himself for hedonism's sake.
"Green."
He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. He didn't watch Steve set up whatever apparatus held the food bong, only telling him to put something interesting on to listen to. Steve put on one of the Dungeons & Dragons podcasts that he loved, one where each episode was hundreds of minutes long. Steve told him to open, and he parted his lips and Steve slid the tube inside. It was small, only about the same circumference as a finger. Then the sweet liquid started to pour down. Bucky found that he could stop it easily, if he wanted to, plug it with his tongue and rest for a moment if he needed to. But it slid down slowly, so that Bucky could easily drink it as Steve poured more in the top. The flavor was orange; orange cake blended with vanilla ice cream and thickened with heavy cream. Bucky was glad he started with an interesting flavor; he was certain he would get tired of just chocolate or vanilla quickly.
He lost himself for a while, tuning out listening to the podcast and swallowing. It was so peaceful. He felt himself getting hard, and he stroked himself lazily while he drank. It was hard to tell how full he was getting laying down, stomach held upright and not pulled down by gravity like when he was sitting up, but he could almost feel himself inflating. Cakeshakes had the interesting effect of expanding somewhat after they'd been ingested, the recent mixture of the spongy cake and cold ice cream going down in one homogenous mixture and then taking up more space in his stomach.
After maybe two episodes, the flavor changed. The first hints of carrot began to come through, and then the shake transitioned into a carrot cakeshake.
He became aware of the sensation of fullness creeping up on him, but kept drinking until it verged on painful. He tapped Steve twice, finished what was in the funnel, and opened his eyes. The first image he was struck with was as if he'd shoved a pillow under his shirt, and all at once it hit him how full he was.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, letting his head fall back immediately. He brought both of his hands up to soothe his tummy, and it was completely hard with no give. He jiggled it experimentally and it all moved as one mass.
"You're doing so good," Steve praised, swinging one leg over him and lowering himself down on Bucky's still erect cock. "That was so fucking sexy to watch, you filling up with cake and ice cream."
"Jesus. Move easy, Stevie," Bucky begged.
Steve was as delicate as if he was fucking porcelain. Bucky laid still, pinned down by his massively heavy stomach, and Steve did all the work, grabbing onto the bigger man's shoulders and rocking forward onto him. After slowly jerking himself off for so long, Bucky was coming almost immediately. He climaxed with a cry, then turned onto his left side and curled up as best he could, rubbing wide circles over the expanse. "How many calories was that?"
"Over 5000."
"Ugh. Feel so full, honey."
"Take as long of a break as you need. I'm gonna put the rest back in the fridge."
For later. In this moment, Bucky couldn't imagine ever eating again. But some part of him was looking forward to more decadence.
Steve laid beside him on his phone as Bucky drifted in and out of sleep.
"If we're going to go out on a canoe, we should do that tonight," Steve told him. "It's supposed to rain for most of tomorrow. We might even need to leave early to beat the bad weather."
Bucky hadn't moved more than downstairs and back for almost a week. But he had plans that would be better with the canoe. He checked the time. 6:23 pm. Sunset was probably in about two hours.
He sat up slowly, but he had digested enough that he wasn't so full anymore. "Let's go now. Can you fit a picnic into your plans?"
Steve beamed at him from across the bed. "Anything for you."
Bucky got dressed while Steve was preparing the picnic. He went with basketball shorts (in case they got wet) and a knit sweater (in case the air was chilly on the lake). It pulled a little tighter across his shoulders and middle than the last time he'd worn it, but it still covered his overhang. For now.
He checked himself in the mirror, giving his hair a comb and tying it out of his face.
Steve came into the bathroom behind him, wearing a yellow sundress. It fit him perfectly; spaghetti straps showing off his broad shoulders, floral pattern complimenting his makeup, and the frilly hem stopped just above his knees and showed off the lyrics he had tattooed there.
"You look gorgeous," Steve told him.
Bucky pulled him in for a kiss. The shorter man pressed tightly up against his side, offset to give his round belly room. "You look better," he told him.
Steve left first, just to see if anyone else was around, but they were having another barbecue behind the cabins. Bucky grabbed his small box from where it was stashed in a dresser, and began the slow task of descending all the steps to the lake.
His belly rested on his thighs each time he brought his legs up, making him feel like he was trying to walk while carrying another person.
You are carrying another person's worth of fat, almost, he reminded himself. Soon you'll weigh twice what Steve does.
He paused for a moment on the lakeshore to catch his breath. Steve wasn't bothered, taking a moment to show off his strength while he took a canoe off the shelves of the boathouse and readied it for them.
Bucky got in cautiously, but the canoe was rated to hold five people, and although he might feel it, he wasn't that heavy. They rowed out to the middle of the lake, and by the time they were so far away from the shore that the cabins were just lights in the distance, a mist had shrouded the edges of the water and the sun had begun to dip below the Adirondacks, casting ripples of golden light onto the water of the lake as they rowed through it.
Steve was a vision of beauty. He looked so masculine and feminine all at once, the full realization of the person he'd been becoming his entire life. Bucky was so in love with him, with the person he'd always been. And if he changed in the future, Bucky would change to accommodate him, and he'd love that person too.
He was trying to find a way to put all of it into words. He pulled the oars into the boat so they could float freely for a moment, and nervously wiped his sweaty hands on his thighs.
"Happy we came?" Steve asked.
"So happy. This has been the most magical week of my life."
Steve laughed. "Are you sure? You don't wish we'd spent more time with the others, or gone hiking or whitewater rafting or some shit like that?"
Bucky took his hands. "Life can be… exhausting. I've struggled for most of mine to find a reason to just keep going, or something that would at least give meaning to everything I was fighting for. Everything I built never seemed worth it to me if I didn't have someone to share it with. We've both worked so hard to get where we are, and we both really needed this week to take a break from everything we should be doing, and just do what we wanted to do for each other. I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else with anyone else. I don't want this week to end, but I know we're going back to our home together, and you've brought a new and fresh meaning to my life. I look forward to the days ahead in a way I never did before. I love our life together. And I love you." He took a deep breath, and pulled the box from his pocket, opening it to realize the moss agate ring. He'd stolen one of Steve's costume jewelry rings and measured it to get the size, then shopped for the perfect ring. It was silver, and the setting was the perfect combination of whimsical and elegant, silver branches wrapped lovingly around the beveled rectangular stone. "Will you marry me?"
Steve lurched forward, and for a moment Bucky worried the boat might capsize. But the vessel righted itself after a little wiggle, and Steve clung to Bucky. "Yes," he said tearfully into his chest. Then he pulled a box out of his pocket.
Tears came to Bucky's eyes as he realized they'd both been planning the same thing for their canoe ride. "When did you do this?" he asked.
Steve opened the box. The ring was enormous in comparison to his own. It was a thick band of hammered silver with no stone.
"I measured your finger with a measuring tape while you were sleeping, and converted the centimeters to a ring size," Steve confessed.
Bucky squinted at the interior to see that it had been engraved with the message I dare you to marry me. He slid it onto his ring finger with a snort. It went on easy enough, and it was even a little big.
"Room to grow into," he told Steve with a kiss.
"How about we set that as our next goal before the wedding?"
They ate tuna sandwiches and then Steve rowed back to the boathouse, insisting that Bucky conserve calories. They joined the group at their campfire and announced their engagement, to everyone's congratulations. The forecast promised the storm the next day to be worse than they'd anticipated, so they ended their week early and packed their things before they went to sleep. They woke up early the next morning and summoned their lift back to the city, but not before stopping at three different fast food places on the way home.
Once back in their apartment, they cuddled up on the couch and watched scary movies while it stormed outside. Bucky finished the last of the cakeshake Steve had made, so it didn't spoil, and then weighed himself for a grand total of 336, 22 pounds gained in one week. He weighed himself in curiosity over the next few days, and the weight dipped five or so pounds once he wasn't so goddamn stuffed, then settled at a nice 333, which Steve said was some kind of angel number.
Day 5:
Breakfast: 3992
Lunch: 2300
Dinner: 794
Total: 7086
Grand total: 41,149 in 5 days (4x recommended 2k calorie per day diet)