chapter 2: the new job

A few days later, Mike gave us some good news. He had gotten a new Job! He would be working as an accountant for a Donut shop. Mikes eyes were basically glowing when he told us about his new work perks, like having more holidays, a break room that offered free baked goods, and the ability to bring home spare Donuts at the end of the day. My head was spinning at the thought of Mike eating Donuts all day, but I knew that he wouldn't gain weight anyway, he was far to disciplined.

But anyway, we celebrated the news by going out to eat, and once I again I found myself trying my hardest not to look while Mike ate, and even though he said he was full after the meal, I still managed to get us all to eat dessert.

Sadly the next day he was back to eating fairly healthy, and exercising regularly. Except for the meals we shared together, after another failed attempt at cooking he seemed to have given up and continued to order takeout.
I now spent most of my nights in my bed, thinking about Mike, and jerking off to the mental image of him getting a belly, and me feeding him fast-food and donuts.

Mike finally began his Job at the donut shop, and during the next takeout dinner, was telling us all about how he got to taste the different kinds of donuts they had there, and showing us the box of donuts he was allowed to take home. My friend wasn't really listening of course, but I was all ears. So after our dinner we all had some donuts, my friend had one, I had two, and Mike had three. I kinda couldn't believe that a man who usually just ate salads could fit all that in there.

"So do you guys want to go camping with me next weekend?"

"Huh?" I had been lost in thought, staring at Mike, forgetting that I shouldn't.

"Sure dad"

"do you want to come as well?" He asked me directly.

"Yeah" I replied hastily, still flashing glances at the crumbs around his mouth.

I couldn't believe it, I was going to go camping with Mike, and sleep in a tent with him.

"I guess I have time"

The next few days until the weekend went by very quickly, with me trying not to show how excited I was, and Mike continuing to bring home Donuts every day.

Then, on a warm summer day, they day was finally there. I had packed more things than I would probably need, but I wanted to be prepared. I also brought a bunch of snacks, in the hope that Mike would like them.

We drove to the campsite and I used the time to look at Mike, his slightly greying hair, his hairy arms and neck, the way he laid his arm out the window. I took out some M&Ms and offered them to my friend, who happily took some, and then to Mike, who held out his hand for me to give him some. He then proceeded to pour them all into his mouth, and, a few minutes later, held out his hand again. This repeated until the whole bag had been emptied, and Mike having eaten most of them.

I was on the verge of opening another bag but I thought that might be a bit suspicious.