They entered a nice beachside cafe`, it was busy, but not packed. James ordered a booth, and then requested the breakfast buffet deal. Quin followed, stomach still gurgling.
Quin sat on one side, expecting James to sit opposite, but instead James slid in next to him. "You wait here, I'll go grab you something." He immediately got back up, heading over to the buffet line.
Quin waited patiently, and suddenly found two massive plates infront of him. He eyed them warily. "James, dude, I ain't that hungry."
"Oh yes you are, aren't you?" Again his query was not so.
Quin suddenly nodded, and with the nod of approval from James he begun to gorge. James begun to rub the teen's taunt stomach, feeling Quin's body shudder from the feeding frenzy. The food pile diminished quickly, James watching a bump forming high on his belly as his stomach filled with food... and then sum. When the selection was finished, Quin lay back hands on his distended stomach. James was massaging it, and Quin moaned from the over-full feeling, and the new sensation of male-male touch.
"Still hungry." The suggestion James said.
"Man... stil famished."
"Cool, good thing too man, can still see those ribs, and your stomach is still mostly flat." Again James made these sound bad, and Quin responded.
"Dude! Still got heaps of work to do don't I?"
James just smiled, and went off. Only to return with 3 larger portions, to which Quin just dug into without suggestion. He tore through the piles until again he lay back fuller then before. He tanned young chest still hard and flat, but his ribs no longer visible. His whole belly pushing out now, taunt as a drum from the stuffing. James again massaged Quin, who now responded in total pleasure. He begun to think of James as cute, and enjoyed each moment of his touch.
"Duuuude... this it?" Quin asked curiously looking at his new belly.
"Nah man, I mean look at your chest."
"Wah?" Quin looked at his developing pecs.
"I mean you need something less flat, more rounded. Man tits."
"Man tits..." Quin agreed. "What else, Jay?"
"Well your face is still all hard, and so is your belly, gotta get some curves, ya know?", James told him. "And also a bigger butt, and larger thighs while you are at it. Of course... finally the love handles."
Quin nodded, feeling his still tight body all over, imagining the changes the James was describing. Getting hard as a result. "Fucking fill me up, Dude."
James repeated his earlier performance returning with four plates. Quin almost feel into them face first. James watched as he changed, his stomach getting softer and droop a little, as his chest begun to rise and round. Quin was just using his fingers now, the long delicate finger and slim palms not immune, the finger thickening and palm getting wider, til he had the hands of an oversized and overfed infant. Quin's bulging cheeks came at first from too much food in his mouth, but it become more obvious as he progressed and his face rounded that they were now permanent fixtures. A double chin forming on his once slim brown neck. The quick-dry shorts became a little shugger as he ass enlarged, he shifted, his new tree trunk thigh required more room now. His belly spilling over the waist band slightly, his love handles and lower back following. Finally the last plate was cleaned, leaving a tanned, black haired, blue eyed, chubby teen in the booth. He let out a belch and then rubbed his new belly. Quin scratched into his now deeper belly button.
"Hey I gotta run Quin, you feeling ok?"
Quin hiccuped, "Yeah totally bro." He got out, his now chubby body something to adjust to. He picked up his board and towel.
"Well... now you'd fixed your hunger I spose it's back to the surf." James smiled.
"Wicked, that's hella better now." He said as they walked out, a new jiggle to his semi-firm flesh.
They parted, James watching the new chubbed up body boarder head back to the waves, a slight waddle produced by his larger thighs.