It was three months later. No one had seen or heard from Sam. Paul had tried everything. He went to sam's house one last time. He rang the doorbell. "Sam, I know you're in there! Come and open the door this instant!" There was no answer. Paul stood back and kicked down the door. There was a sound in the sitting room. He ran in and found Sam Sprawled out on the recliner. He could hardly breathe over the smell of booze and b.o. Sam was still in his Tux. Paul walked over to him. "Sam, come on now. Lets go upsairs and get u cleaned up. He tried to lift him ip but it didn't work. "She didn't love me," he moaned desparatly. "You're so pissed dude, com one, up to get a shower." He eventualy succeded n dragging Sam off the recliner, and after several attempts made it up the stairs. He guessed Sam hadn't been sober since the wedding day.He left Sam sitting on the toilet whil he ran a bath. It took him a while to strip Sam of his clothes and hoist him into the bath, but he got there eventualy.Sam fell asleep. Paul scrubbed him dow, to get rid of the stale alcohol and body odour, before letting the water out, so he wouldn't drown, and going down to tidy round the house.

Sam woke up at about four o'clock with the most fantastic headache. He crawled out of the bath and downstairs, where he found paul munching on a sandwhich. "Dude, what happened to me?" Paul explained how he had been dumped at the altar, and had been in the house drinking for the last 3 months. "That explains the headache... and this," he said noticing his newly formed beer belly for the first time. "Jesus christ, I look pregnant!" Paul looked at him, he was still butt naked, it was the first time he had noticed it too. "Oh my god you do! Look at you! You're all covered in stretch marks!!! And those tits dude!" Sam moaned. "What have I done!!!" Paul sat down beside his naked, hungover friend. Don't worry, we cam get you back in shape dude. Just relax, here, drink this water."He watched as his best friend guzzeled it, and noticed his belly swell a little. He gently rubbed sam's new gut. "Come one dude. Lets get you into some pj's." He he;ped him get some pyjama bottoms on and led him to the sofa. They sat up together and watched tv all afternoon. Paul still with his abbs and pecs, and sam with his newly bread beer belly and man boobs.

Paul took Sam back to his house that night so he wouldnt have to stay by himself. They stopped on the way over to get a chinese and rent out a dvd. They both lay up on the sofa for the night and acted like pigs. After the movie they stayed up shatting. "I dont want to go back home."
"It's ok, you can stay with me."
"It'll be too lonely with out her."
"Dude, you'll get over her, there's plenty more fish in the sea."
Paul found himself staring at Sam. He quite liked him with a big belly. Sam was stroking it gently, feeling his new tits and getting used to them. Paul felt his cock swell up. He was scared he'd never felt like this before. He lifted his knees up to his chest to hide the lump in his trousers from Sam.
I'm never going to get skinny again dude. I might as well just face it," he smiled," I'm a fatty now and thats the way its gonna stay." He smiled, and rubbed his belly. It was all too much for Paul. He set his hand on Sams fat stomach and looked into his eyes. Sam looked back, half likeing it, half frightened. Paul put his arm round Sam and kissed him. Sam didn't object at all, and put his arms around paul. The men stayed there kissing for over an hour. Paul gently squeezed Sam's at ass, and his nipples. Sa leaned in pushing his fat gut against Pauls rock hard body.
"Paul... what are we doing?"
"Come one Sam, it feels so right"
Paul slipped his hand down Sam's trousers and cupped it around his cock, which was hard as a rock. He pulled it out of the trousers and began to suck it. Sam moaned, and squeezed his tits. Paul started to back off a little, but Sam put his hands on Paul's head, pushing it down. Paul, ever submissive sucked all the harder until thick warm cum exploded into his mouth. He swallowed it and lay his head on Sam's mounds of flab.

These encounters continued for several weeks. One night as Paul lay in bed stroking Sam's gut, he decided to see where they were going.
"I've really enjoyed these past few weeks," he said. "I love you Sam, will you be my boyfriend?"
Sam considered it for a moment. " That would be deadly. But, lets keep it quiet, for a while atleast."
Paul smiled and buried his head into Sams big soft beer belly.