Chapter 9

I wanted to humiliate him before put him back on trance. "Wow! You certainly can eat. Look at that belly. It's as big as mine. And you have made a big mess of yourself. Look at you, all covered in chocolate. Are you wearing a thong? Take off your pants and let me see you". His face was totally red but he started to take off his jeans with difficulty. "You can't even take off your jeans? What a cow. Talking about cows; nice thong". He had pulled his jeans down and was standing there looking down. I got closer to feel how tight it was."It seem like someone has the wrong size, It's a t least two sizes too small". I walked behind him and started to pinch his belly and butt. "You're developing a nice cushion back here". I give it a slap. He yelped and turned back at me. "S-stop it now! You are even bigger than me lardass." He said nervous. I was shocked but regained my composure. "What did you said? All that I heard was oink oink". He didn't have the courage to fight her back again. "Nothing" he said. "That's right because pigs can't talk. In fact I want to hear you snorting" He started to snort slightly. "I can't hear you!" I slapped his belly harder and he covered it with his hands and snorted loudly. "Yes that's a piggy. Now stop it. You look hungry, hog". He was in trance now and his hands were on his sides.

"Pig, when you leave the trance, you are going to take a shower and then you'll go to bed, in the morning you won’t remembered anything of this. You would remember just having dinner and going to bed. You're filling out nicely pig." He pulled his jeans up and went to the bathroom. I cleaned the living room and the kitchen and I could hear him getting out of the bathroom and going in to his room. I went to check him and found him sleeping on his back wearing just boxers. I left him like that and went to bed. This was a daily routine. He would wake up, I would put him on trance and give him a big and fattening breakfast. Then he would tell me that he had to go to work and I gave him mental suggestion of not looking for another job but spending the time eating instead. When he turned back to the house he would be stuffed and sat in front of the TV for hours until dinner time, I would put him back on trance and stuffed him, then humiliated him a little. I on the other hand, would spend the day working out on the gym, cooking and playing video games with him.

After three and a half month I could see that he needed biggest clothes. He had busted the buttons of all his jeans. His shirts, that were skin tight only after a stuffing session, were now tight all the time. He had problems putting on his boxers because of his thunder tights and his bubble butt. "Dante, I'm going to the mall to buy some things, would you like to go with me? You know that you have to". He was sitting on his favorite spot on the couch in front of the TV playing a racing videogame and didn't turn back at me. "I haven't found a job yet. But she's right, I need new clothes. It would be humiliating to let her see how fat I have become. What I'm going to tell her". He left the control on the table and turned back to me. "I'd love too, but my payment is delayed. Sorry". He smiled at me. "Oh that's no problem, I give you some money in gratitude for letting me stay here; c'mon put on something decent. I'll wait you in the car". His smiled faded as I walked to the door. "I guess this is going to happen late or early." He saved his game and went to his closet to look for something to wear.

When we got to the mall, I gave him enough money to buy new clothes and then we split. I went to buy clothes, lingerie and something special. I walked into a bodybuilding local and asked the manager for a special mixture to "help my boyfriend to gain weight quickly". He gave me a tour on the weight gain section and after thinking it, I bought three cans of mixture, he also gave me his phone number; in case that I needed to talk with somebody. How sweet. I left the store and went to look for Dante at the most obvious place, the food court. When we split, Dante had gone to plenty of stores looking for clothes that fit. He had discovered that he wasn't a size 16 anymore, but a 27. He was now wearing shirts size medium instead of small. And his boxers were now a size 36 and not 28. He was seeing him in the mirror of a dressing room and didn't like what he saw. His cheeks had puffed up and he had the start of a double chin. His arms had lost definition and tone, the lack of exercise had made him weak.

His Pecs were sagging a little. And his belly was round and started to hang. He had love handles and saw in horror that the biggest change was his lower body. His hips had doubled in size and had a hint of cellulite. His butt cheeks were bigger and were sagging for all the fat on them. All those hours snacking and playing video games had made those changes to his body. He used to have a gag between his legs, but now, It had disappeared. He had a pearshaped figure, now. And, it was really hard for him to move fast. After this discover, he was feeling depressed and did what he had done the last 3 moths. He ate away his sorrow. That's when I found him. He was finishing the last of 3 BigMacs with a big milkshake and fries. "Hi there. Had you finished shopping?". I asked him and he just nodded. "Are you okay?" I knew that he would discover how fat he was now, but also, I feel truly worried about him.