Ben Bennington was forty three years old when he suffered a fatal heart attack. Born in Belfast he’d moved to London in ‘73 ostensibly to find work as a labourer, but what he really wanted was to be with his own kind. If he had known that he would wind up dying only twenty one years later he never would’ve bothered.

 

As far as deaths go his wasn’t a bad one. He was in bed with his Brazilian boyfriend. Who was twenty three years younger than him. The last thing that Ben Bennington saw as the pain shot through his left arm was Diego’s deep green eyes, hazel brown skin, and smile to die for. Watching your beautiful young boyfriend ejaculate would be a dream death for some guys. But Ben hadn’t wanted to die. Not like this. Not with these feelings of guilt. He had been a bad man. He didn’t want to go to hell.

 

It had taken him a long time to finally place the ad in the back of ‘Young Skin’. He had tried previously in the lonely hearts column of The Evening Standard but hadn’t received any responses. He was uncertain if that was because he was looking for something too specific or if it was because he was a lonely sad old pathetic fat unemployed loser behind on the rent on his scabby little Neasden bedsit. It must be one of the two. He took a slug on his can of warm extra strength Skol and stubbed his fag out on the dresser. It was his fortieth birthday. He couldn’t bear to be alone any longer. He reread his advert once more before ringing the 0898 number and sending off a cheque for £8.99 that he knew would bounce. The advert read;

 

M seeks M. Fat Daddy, 40YO WLTM boy who likes food and fun. OFAC. GSOH. ND. NS.

 

It only contained four lies. He received one reply. From a guy pretending to be a seventeen year old Brazilian who said that he wanted Ben to feed and fuck him. At first he ignored it. It had to be a wind-up right? Some local schoolboys must have found a copy of the mag hanging from a tree in the spinney. He erm, some people, sometimes, left them there in the bushes behind the fire ditch to the right of the main path just after the old oak tree where the cover was thick enough to keep you out of sight but close enough to the path that there was still a risk of being caught. The schoolboys would find the mag equally disgusting and hilarious. What would be funnier than phoning the sad fat old freak in the lonely hearts column and pretending to add just a glimmer of sunshine to his unforgivingly dull life by pretending to be a beautiful teenage Brazilian boy? That would teach the sinful old pervert.

 

So Ben continued with his normal routine of waking at 10.30 to be in the Ginger’s Arms by 11:00. There he would prop up the bar for a few hours and talk at anyone unfortunate enough to look at him. His favourite subjects were how hard it is to get a job, the Arsenal team of ‘78, and the rip-off price of a packet of fags. Mid-afternoon he would go to the bookies before going home via the offy to buy a four pack of Skol and sit and watch a 12 inch black and white telly with a shitty indoor aerial in his filthy bedsit. The only changes to this routine were on Wednesdays when he would pick up his dole cheque and on Tuesdays and Thursdays when he would go to the spinney during school hours. Saturday nights were spent walking around Soho staring at the chickens on show desperately wishing that he dared to enter one of those joints.

 

He returned home at 1.30am after a couple of hours of staggering and leering around the West End. He slumped onto his always pulled out bed-sofa, convulsed violently, pissed himself, and burst into tears. The next morning he rang the 0898 number and entered the four digit code. So what if it was kids fucking him about? It could hardly make his life any worse.

 

Ben Bennington met Diego DiMaria at 1pm on Tuesday 18th February, 1991, at Dorris May’s Cafe on the Neasden Lane North. It was love at first sight. It would have been very hard for an outsider to understand what Diego ever saw in him. Ben had turned up for that first date wearing the same wife-beater vest and blue jogging bottoms that he always wore. It never occurred to him that he should need to make an effort. They bonded over tea and biscuits and a shared history of running away to London to escape the clutches of an uncaring, non-understanding strict Catholic family. Ben never questioned how a poor skinny kid from the favela had managed to make his way all the way to England by himself. They agreed to meet again the following afternoon at The Ginger’s Arms. There Ben got Diego steaming drunk, took him back to his bedsit and viciously fucked him over one of the arms of the sofa-bed.

 

They met again several times over the following weeks and followed the same pattern. Get drunk - fuck. The sex felt better than Ben had ever imagined and he couldn’t believe that he had managed to bag such a beautiful young boyfriend. Diego was beautiful. He was 17 and thin with chiselled pecks and a six-pack developed from lack of sustenance and playing football seven days a week on the Coca-Cobana. He had unkempt brown fluffy hair and dark brown eyes. His skin was dark, smooth, soft and hairless, as was his tight little ass. He spoke grammatically correct English with a latinic twang and said funny things like when he claimed that John Major looked like Thatcher’s cunt ghost. He was intelligent, cheeky, and seemingly flawless. Ben couldn’t believe that this kid was letting him abuse him.

 

They always met at the same place at the same time. The Ginger’s Arms every Tuesday and Thursday at 2pm. There they would get drunk all afternoon before returning to the bedsit for anal. Diego loved being bred by his fat scruffy Daddy, he would moan and scream loudly with every thrust, “Fuck me paizão!” He loved having his prostate pounded by this sad sloppy Englishman, but was disappointed by the lack of food fun. He needed to fix this.

 

The next week Diego ensured that Ben got totally fucking wasted in the pub. He bought him several double vodkas on top of the standard seven or eight pints that the middle-aged alcoholic would normally consume. He suggested that they stop at the chippy on the way back to the bedsit and bought two large fish and chips with sides of curry sauce and three jumbo battered sausages. He paid on his Dad’s credit card without Ben noticing. Diego carried the fishy feast back to the bedsit as Ben swayed and staggered along the pavement, chain smoking.

 

The room was spinning as Diego fed Ben his fish and chips. He pushed the greasy battered cod into his mouth as Ben sat on the sofa bed wearing only his vest. His fat hairy belly stuck out into his lap. Diego ate his own portion and allowed Ben to seductively wipe each chip around his young fresh lips before he swallowed each one. Ben was overjoyed that Diego was finally letting him feed him. He wanted to make the thin Brazilian boy nice and chubby. Diego made sure that Ben ate all of the battered sausages and even blew him for the first time while he gobbled on the third and final one. Curry sauce now stained his wife-beater and his belly felt stuffed and bloated. Diego straddled him and sat himself down on his Daddies hard cock. He held onto Ben’s big beer belly as he bounced joyfully away to the land of pure pleasure. Ben came first allowing Diego the chance to push his cock deep into Ben’s mouth, spurting sweet young boy cream down his throat. The perfect end to a very satisfying meal. He was going to make this pathetic man so fucking fat.

 

Ben couldn’t believe that Diego had actually let him feed him. He loved the boy's body but the idea of causing him to pudge out and grow a sweet little pot-belly drove him wild with delirium. He was going to change him from a little hunk to a little chunk.

 

Ben’s new found happiness hadn’t had any affect on his alcohol consumption though. If anything he was now drinking even more. After a few months of the relationship Diego had also introduced him to cocaine and weed. Well, he had smoked hash when he was younger but not for quite a few years. The age mismatched lovers would now drink multiple pints of beer, smoke a bong, munch down masses of snacks, snort coke, and fuck wildly. Ben’s hairy belly started to grow. His blue joggers were stretching around the waist and his vest was now failing to cover the extent of his beer gut. He had no money for new clothes though. Fags were so fucking expensive these days.

 

2.

Over the course of the first year of their affair Diego also bulked out a bit. His six-pack disappeared and was replaced by a soft jiggly little belly. His once taught arm, leg, and chest muscles began to soften but his weight gain was minor compared to Ben who finished the year three stone heavier than he had started it.

 

By the spring of ‘92 Ben was almost 17 stone. Diego was now of legal age but their abusive affair was still kept secret. Not that Ben had any friends to tell about it. He had also never asked Diego where he went when he left, what he did for a living, or anything else about his life. He didn’t care. He just wanted to feed and fuck his Brazilian toyboy. As long as he got to do this two or three times a week then the rest of the world could go to hell. This was the first good thing that had ever happened to him.

 

When his Mum died that summer Diego was there to party with him. He helped him to drown his pain in beer and whiskey, and chicken chow mein. He let him snort fat lines off his blossoming arse cheeks before letting him fuck the pain away while his belly felt heavy and bloated. It was the same when they reduced his benefits for failing to look for jobs. Diego knew just how to make everything ok with sponge cakes, gin, and anal love.

 

The trips to the pub became less regular and Ben started to spend more time in his bedsit waiting for Diego to come around with carrier bags full of Skips and Monster Munch, two four packs of extra strength Skol and 60 Embassy No.1’s. Diego was also gaining weight. He had grown the perfect little pot-belly caused by teenage over-drinking and eating fast food. He had gone up a couple of waist sizes but it was nothing compared to Ben who entered 1993 just short of 20 stone. His plan was going perfectly. This sad old fucker was blowing up beautifully.

 

New Years Eve had been a non-stop party of drink, drugs, fucking and food. It climaxed with Diego sitting on top of Ben’s bloated belly, forcefully holding on to his curly hair as he facefucked the old man. His soft brown pot belly bounced in Ben’s face. Diego was getting a lot more dominant. He loved the big black rings that permanently stained Ben’s sad eyes. A glorious sign of his deteriorating health. Ben had consumed a bottle of Vodka, four Big Mac meals, half a gram, and his cock. No wonder he looked so bad. Diego withdrew from his mouth and came directly in Ben’s panda eyes. He said something in Portuguese in a cruel tone and kissed Ben on his bright red nose.

 

Throughout ‘93 Diego started making more frequent visits to see Ben who hardly ever went outside now. He brought him his groceries, booze and fags. He stopped agreeing to sex on every visit but would allow Ben to fuck his soft rounding out ass every week or two. Instead the regular visits consisted of Diego cooking for Ben or supplying him with takeaways and then sweetly rubbing and kissing his ever extending hairy bear belly. Ben’s gut had at least doubled in size since he had first met Diego. It was now huge and round and heavy. He had soft flabby tits that hung down the side of his enormous belly. His arms had lost all shape and hung wide and limp by his sides. His face was puffed out, red, and bloated. He was now drinking at least thirty units a day and consuming five to seven thousand calories. On top of this he was smoking three packets. He was a magnificent model of bad health. His depression had returned and only the occasional fuck session with Diego made him happy. He felt really guilty about this as the once fit and healthy youth was now looking quite plump and round. What kind of awful pervert would take advantage of an innocent youth like that. He felt like a fat drunk piece of shit. His parents had been right about him.

 

The summer of ‘93 was long and hot. His inner-city bedsit was sweltering and Ben was really suffering. Diego had been a real blessing. He would come around every morning with bottles of cool Coca-Cola and four litre tubs of ice cream. He would make Ben vodka ice cream floats in order to keep him cool. Ben’s weight was still ballooning and he was clearly over 23 stone. He looked constantly sick and Diego had been delighted to discover that some of the skin on his feet and legs had started to turn. He didn’t mention this to Ben though, he didn’t want to concern him. Instead he chose to celebrate by allowing Ben to drink five extra strong beers through a funnel before letting him fuck him senseless. Diego loved the feeling of the fat loser's cock throbbing in his arsehole. His fat round young ass gave him so much power.

 

Towards the end of the year, on a day when Ben was feeling particularly bad, he left the house to go to church. Though a non-believer he had been raised Catholic and riddled with anxiety about his abusive relationship with Diego he had suddenly felt the need to confess his sins for the first time in his miserable life. For all he knew he could die soon.

 

The priest looked very surprised when the enormous drunken slob lumbered into the church. He hurried away a twelve year old altar boy, seemingly for his own protection, and approached Ben. Ben explained that he wanted to confess.

 

Ben squeezed into the booth and began; “Father, I have been a bad Catholic. A non-believer for all of my adult life. I’m a disappointment to my parents. I’m an alcoholic sexual deviant who hasn’t worked in twenty years. I’m a drug abuser and I’ve been abusing a young boy who was underage when I first started a physical relationship with him. I have taken advantage of him. I’ve slowly been ruining his health to satisfy a kink of mine and I feel like absolute shit for it. I’m garbage father, but I want to be better.”

At the mention of sex with underage boys the priest had instinctively placed his hand on his crotch; “Son, some sins are unforgivable, but you clearly wish to repent. Only you can improve yourself. Take Jesus with you and say ten hail Marys.”

 

What a load of bollocks Ben thought as he trudged home via McDonald’s and Odd Bins. When he got there Diego was waiting for him with a bottle of Brandy and a huge bag of grub from the local chinky. He smiled widely, got wasted, grew even fatter, and ejaculated hard into young Brazilian anus.

 

3.

The winter was even harder on Ben’s health than the summer had been. He hated going out in the cold and started to stay in bed all day to stay warm. His hands and feet now often felt frozen cold. He would try to warm them by drinking vodka. His nerves now had him on four packs a day. Thank God for the beautiful Diego and his daily deliveries.

 

The lovers spent Christmas together and what a feast they had. Diego fed Ben more than ever. Christmas dinner was massive, a fat turkey that could easily have fed a family of six. Mountains of roasted and mashed potatoes, big bowls full of roast vegetables, and pints of thick milky gravy. Ben wondered how Diego could afford all this but didn’t ask. They shared a whole Christmas cake and Ben also ate a whole Christmas pudding. Diego was also stuffing his own swelling belly. He couldn’t help himself but join in. Stuffing this sad sack of lard was just such good fun. Ben drank like a fish as well. His face grew redder and his limbs more yellow. Everywhere else his skin was a sickly white. His once thick curly hair was now thinning and he heaved and coughed terribly whenever he tried to move. His massive belly hung so long and low. The sight of the state of him made Diego as hard as a rock. He kissed and sniffed at every inch of sweaty unwashed fat. He took in the smell of all the diseased parts of him and pawed all over his obese parts while Ben lay back smoking heavily. He also had a massive boner from watching Diego. This once thin seventeen year old boy was now a chunky twenty year old young man. He had gone from a 28 inch waist to 36 inches in just under three years. His belly, chest, ass, and thighs were all now soft and round. Still hairless, smooth and tanned, he was a real rolly-polly Romeo. Ben couldn’t believe that he had transformed Diego so. He was both turned on and repulsed by himself. They continued to fill each other’s bellies and fucked for hours.

 

The big day came on their three year anniversary, 18th February 1994. Diego hadn’t realised how close he was the previous evening when he had fed Ben ten pints of lager, four portions of fish and chips, two Sarah Lee gateaus, and three packets of fig rolls. He had left the 25 stone depressed alcoholic on the edge of ecstacy with a promise of more tomorrow. When he returned in the morning though it was obvious that Ben was not at all well. He had pissed  himself but had been unable to move to clean it. He was shaking and sweating profusely. His once overblown red face had turned ghostly white and his eyes a kind of dirty yellow. Diego was delighted.

 

He dropped his shopping bag full of chocolate rolls on the floor and ran over to Ben, “Oh babe, you don’t look well.” His voice was already hinting at a fake level of concern. “You need to feed a fever. Don’t worry I’ll look after you.” He picked the plastic bag back up, opened the first packet of chocolate rolls and started pushing them into Ben’s mouth. He made him eat thirty. He checked Ben’s pulse and it was increasing. He would have to go now before it was too late. He couldn’t bear the thought of missing this after putting in so much hard work. “I gotta go get some more supplies and call someone. I’ll be back soon babe.” He kissed Ben on his pale sweaty cheek and grabbed a handful of belly fat and gave it a good squeeze. He then ran out the door.

 

He returned an hour later with three litres of vodka, six large brown paper bags with a golden arch logo on them, and a nineteen year old femboy called Danni.

 

Danni wore red high heels and black lace stockings. He was topless, exposing his curvy midriff and pierced nipples. He wore black eye shadow, had long dark dyed hair, and spoke in a camp cockney accent. “Oh wow babe, he’s actually real! You actually did this. You’re just the best ever.” He leaned over and kissed Diego on the lips. Diego kissed him back and slid two fingers along Danni’s ass crack. “Oh Ben,” he said, “I’ve never introduced you. This is my girlfriend Danni. We’ve been together for the last three and a half years. It was actually her idea to respond to your advert. You have her to thank for getting us together.” “He doesn’t look very grateful,” Danni commented.

 

Ben looked beyond terrible, his huge belly was convulsing, he completely lacked energy. He tried to speak but was surprised to discover that he couldn’t. Diego came up to him and stuffed a cheeseburger into his mouth, grabbed his chin and forced him to chew it. He noticed a tear running down from Ben’s eye. “Oh don’t be like that. You will always be my Daddy. You’re my Daddy and you fuck me. She’s my girlfriend and I fuck her, It was always going to be this way. I had to prove to her that I could actually do this.” He forced a second cheeseburger into Ben’s mouth before he had even swallowed the first one. “Oh, are you struggling babe,” he said “Let me get you something to wash that down with.” Danni passed him one of the bottles of vodka and he poured all of it into Ben’s mouth. He then fed him three more cheeseburgers. Ben gulped and wretched like he was going to puke, but he didn’t. Diego took his clothes off. His massively hard young dick looked longer and rounder than ever. He did a provocative little dance that caused his own soft fat to gently jiggle. He was so smooth and juicy and powerful. God, Danni loved him. She needed him inside her.

 

He picked up two more bags of McDonald’s and handed them to Diego. “Feed this dumb fucker up and get this over with. I’m bored of him. He’s so fat and ugly. I need you, not him.” 

Diego followed his instructions with joy. Fifteen more burgers and an equal amount of fries went down Ben’s gullet despite the fact that his breathing had become slower and heavier. These were followed by a second bottle of vodka. Everything went dark. Diego slapped him in the face. “Stay awake you fat piece of filthy shit!” he screamed at him. “I need you to see this.” Diego took his pulse again and said, “almost.” Ben was no longer sure what was happening. The whole world was blurry and the pain in his chest was growing stronger. At times he drifted off into his own thoughts, memories of his childhood, of his parents. But then he’d be brought back to the present by Diego stuffing more food into his mouth. Sweet, sweet Diego. How he didn’t deserve this boy. He had used and abused him yet here he was still caring for him even when he was seriously ill. Ben felt like such a piece of shit.

 

Danni pulled a wooden chair up at the bottom of Ben’s sofa-bed and bent himself over it. His thick pear shaped arse stuck up like a perfect heart shape. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it while staring at Diego’s thick cock. He was so impressed that Diego had done this for him. Naked, sexy, tubby, Diego climbed onto the sofa-bed and poured the remainder of the McDonald’s bags into Ben’s mouth. It was mostly cold fries and scraps of chicken nuggets. He stroked the top of Ben’s massively full belly. It was super hot how this tub of lard could keep consuming even on his deathbed. He felt for a pulse in Ben’s neck but struggled to find one as it was so weak. “This is it.” he said. He poured the third bottle of vodka down Ben’s throat, lit two cigarettes and put them both in Ben’s mouth, closed his lips together to hold them in place and gave him a final kiss. “Obrigado papai gordo,” he whispered.

 

Ben felt the pain surge down his arm. Danni felt the pain as his well hung boyfriend entered him from behind. Diego’s thick thighs slapped against the femboy’s fat pearshaped cheeks. They both moaned and groaned with pleasure. Ben’s chest felt like it had exploded. He could feel his overfull stomach still gurgling away, pointlessly trying to digest his final feast. His massive ball shaped beer belly turned completely yellow as his fat riddled liver had already packed in. It was the first part of him to die. Diego and Danni kept fucking. Their eyes fixed on Ben for any sign of change. Diego stared at his massive yellow balloon belly. The belly he had created. Fuck that filthy fat slob had eaten so fucking much. Diego kept pounding Danni’s ass. Danni was disgusted by the sight of Ben. He was so swollen and misshapen. What sort of loser could ever allow themselves to end up like this? She had always wanted to see someone die and now Diego was making her dream come true. “Harder, harder!” she screamed as Diego picked up the pace. Ben was looking at Diego, he was so beautiful. Sweat was running down Diego’s recently rounder face as he thrusted back and forth. He couldn’t believe that Diego was fucking him. He had been so sinful, so lazy all of his life. What had he ever done to deserve a boyfriend like this?

 

Diego shouted at Danni to look. He pointed at Ben’s face. “This is it. This is fucking it!” He forced himself in harder, deeper, and faster than ever before. Ben’s eyes were glazed, the lovers could see his brain function fading away behind them. His massive belly rose three or four inches with a long slow intake of breath. “Yes!” screamed Diego. “Fucking Yes!” His last breath out was accompanied with a ghostly deep ‘oooogggghhhh’ sound as his chest rattled. His belly was now completely still. Diego had never felt so much cum shoot out of his dick in one go. Danni felt it all rush inside him and shouted “Weeeee!”

 

The boys fell onto the floor with exhaustion and lay panting in each other's arms. They stayed in that blissful state for a good twenty minutes or more. They would make passionate love three more times that day before leaving the bedsit.