chapter 4: the revelation

Nothing really eventful happened the next couple of days, me and Tom went to school and mostly hung out at his place in the evenings. Mike now always brought home some kind of fast food for us all to eat, and a box of donuts, of which he ate the most. I couldn't stop thinking about that moment in the tent, and asking myself, whether that had been the result of some kind of post-divorce stress-eating, or if he had simply always had that kind of body. Of course, I knew which answer I preferred.

Whichever one it was, it didn't stop me from trying to carefully encourage him to eat more during meals, to eat that last burger, that last slice of pizza, have another dessert. I really wasn't able to try very much, but every little bit was enough for me, every bite he swallowed made me happy. Seeing him full after dinner was basically a daily thing now and it was what fueled my nightly masturbation sessions.

I really shouldn't have been surprised when a few weeks later, what looked like the cutest little starter belly poked out over Mikes shorts after a particularly large Dinner, but I was. Never did I actually believe that he would gain weight, that my fantasies would become real. Neither Mike nor Tom seemed to notice anything, I suppose Tom wouldn't care at all anyway.

That evening kind of changed the way I looked at the world, or at least the way I perceived my efforts to make Mike gain weight. Not only had he, not to long ago a super fit dad, let himself go enough to show the effects, but I had also contributed to it, even if only very little.

But soon after, I was thinking about it, and surely Mike would notice that he had become more of a dad type, and take up his usual fitness and dietary routines again.

Until then, I guess, I would make the most out of the situation.

I started spending a lot of my pocket money on snacks, that I would then leave around the house, in particular close to Mikes room and his favorite lounge chair. Not too many, as I wouldn't want any unnecessary questions to be asked, but still a few. I also began to suggest we do more stuff together, as that would give him less time to go out and do something physical.

I did feel guilty, for letting my lust control me that much, we had became something like friends recently, with all the time Mike was spending with us, and after the camping trip, and I couldn't help but be disgusted with myself for manipulating a friend in this way. But my fantasies got in the way of any rational thoughts I had, and I managed to make myself believe that this is what Mike wanted as well.

It certainly wasn't a problem for him that there were suddenly a lot more snack around the house, and I often saw him munching on some treats I had laid out (M&Ms were his favorite) So now, in addition to all the unhealthy stuff he ate while with us, he now had plenty by himself.

His belly rounding out a bit after dinner was soon a regular occurrence, but it didn't stop him from continuing to eat my snacks, and his donuts, and our takeout, and dessert.

He seemed much happier than he was only a few months ago, especially during a meal, or whilst snacking. That made it really easy for me to believe that he did want to gain weight, so I saw no reason in stopping.