Chapter 7

His choice of "substantial" was a bit disappointing; he bought just two donuts and a coffee. I thought on manipulate him, or put him back on trance, but backed off. "I'll let him like this for now. If I push him too much, he would realize what I'm doing." I went back home; I give a mental suggestion to the waitress, of giving him a dozen for free, though. I didn't follow him anymore, because I needed to pack a few things to spend the rest of the week with him. The night came, and also the time of going back to his house. He gave me the keys of the house yesterday, so I didn't need to knock. I went in and found him watching TV again, there were a few packages of hamburgers and a donut bag.

He was still wearing the same clothes that this afternoon, and his belly looked slightly bigger but nothing significant. "Hi Dante" I greeted him and sat down next to him. He said hi and went back to watch TV. I noticed that he had an empty bottle of ice cream in front of him. I wanted to know if he still had the cowboy costume under his clothes but couldn't found an opportunity to put him on trance. "So, how was work?" I asked him. I could see that he was nervous "Great. All the ladies were over me. In fact, they asked me to change my shift so I'm going back tomorrow at noon." He lied without stop seeing the TV. I could see his cheeks slightly turning red as he remembered what happened at the club.

"Oh that's cool. I'll use that time to work on the gym I guess." I told him and then got a little closer. "Have you dined?" I asked looking his belly. He realized this and tried to suck in his belly. "no, but I'm not hungry" but in that moment his stomach gave his opinion with a loud growl. He rubbed his pot belly. "Well, maybe I have a little hungry." He said. "That sounded more than just a little. Ok, then. I'll start to prepare diner. I'll call you when everything is ready." I got up and walked to the kitchen. "I've ate all day and I'm still hungry, something weird is happening me. I should have done some exercises, but one lazy day isn't going to turn me into a blob. I'll work out tomorrow." he took the remote and started to look for something to see at TV.

I had gone to the super market that day, because he only had low calories thing on his fridge. I bought all kind of meat and vegetables, also pastries and ice cream. Chips, frozen pizzas, etc. I have made a fortune buying and selling companies and this was one of my best investments. I'm also a great cook, and didn't mind spending a bit of time in the kitchen for my gowning pig. I made a big steak and potato salad also garlic bread with lasagna. And for dessert I had a big chocolate cake on the freezer. It took me almost 2 hours to cook everything and I made sure that he was able to smell it. When I called him, he ran in to the dinning room and sat waiting for his food.

I put everything in front of him on the table and also a bottle of wine. "That's a lot of food for both of us." I smile and went to the kitchen to get my dinner, a small César salad. "It's not for us, it’s just for you." I told him and started to eat. "There's plenty of room on the fridge for the leftovers.". I smile at him. He didn't thought about it anymore and started to eat; drinking glass after glass of wine. He had almost finished the steak but the potato salad and lasagna were intact. "Ok, I'm totally stuffed" He said and started to rub his belly. I got out of the chair and stand next to him. "What a pity, are you sure you don't want to eat a little more?" I picked up a fork with lasagna and offered it to him. "Eat this. You look hungry; hog." He stared at the fork, mindless. "Pig, tell me the truth, are you completely full?".”No" he answered.

I was rubbing his belly, to see if it could fit more food on it. It was a little hard but with plenty of room. “Pig, take your clothes off." He got up and started to strip. He was wearing the cowboy costume and I could see his pot belly on all his glory. It's definitely a pot belly now, with a natural roundness. His pecs had a layer of fat, and his arms had lost definition. The biggest change was his butt. I looked like two inflated balloons. It was like if all the fat had went right to his backside. "Pig, you will eat the lasagna and potato salad with your hands, and snorting like the disgusting hog that you are." I gave him a spank, and he started to eat, without sit.