Chapter 7 - life of pie (cont...)

He imagines himself taking the place of the fat man. Would it be as bad as he told himself? This person clearly doesn’t worry about what he eats and doesn’t have to overexert himself with trivial tasks like walking. The thought is pushed out of Oliver’s mind. That life can’t be worth it, right?

Oliver isn’t talking on the way home. Something depraved deep down has him thinking about everything. He feels his blood pressure raise and feels weak. Dylan wants him in that position. Dylan wants him unable to do anything for himself. It’s so messed up. That man is miserable and unhealthy. It’s sad and scary to think that there are hundreds of thousands suffering from morbid obesity.

However, something dark about it finally appeals to Oliver. If Oliver lets himself go Dylan will dominate him. He gets to lose all control. No more diets. Dylan clearly stayed this long. Could this be true love? Would Dylan truly stay with Oliver if he got fatter and ate to his heart’s content? Is this freedom or reckless abandonment?

Oliver gropes his gut and mindlessly shakes it. Dylan notices it and grins, but doesn’t say anything in hopes his lover will learn to appreciate his own belly. Oliver notices that it’s soft and feels good. He remembers the obese man’s body felt good in Oliver’s hands. Something inside Oliver wanted to have plenty of fat to have Dylan jiggle and hump. “Fuck. I’m not a pervert!” shouts his mind. They arrive back at the apartment before Oliver realizes he zoned out again.

“Is everything fine?” asks Dylan with concern.

“It’s fine. I’m just a bit exhausted from shopping.”

“My poor baby boy. Why don’t you go into the bedroom and relax. I’ll take all the groceries inside and put them away. Then, we can think about dinner.”

Oliver walks to the bedroom leaving Dylan to finish the tasks. He checks off another imaginary box in his head: Dylan is sweet and spoils him. Would being a fat, pampered prince be the worst thing in his world? The positive aspects of intentionally putting on weight really outweigh the negatives at this point.

The events of the day beat down on him. Why is there so much confusion? Why can’t he just figure it all out? Why is sexuality and pleasure fluid? It’s all a double edged sword to Oliver.

Oliver takes off his clothes before grabbing his belly and jiggling it. His hands move upward until he reaches his chest. He cups his breasts with his palms touching his nipples. He’s never had so much fat accumulate there before. He remembers when they used to be flat. He grabs his nipples and pinches them letting out a slow hushed moan.

Oliver rationalizes that he needs a test like pulling Excalibur out of a stone to determine his fate. A test that proves gaining weight for sexual pleasure is worth the potential consequences. He falls back into his bed knowing what his test will be.

He starts thinking about his body. Dylan is feeding him in his mind. In response his cock swells between his legs. Oliver grabs his cock and rubs it up and down, thinking about it. His thumb presses his cock right before its head. He moans. As he strokes he thinks about swelling up instantly. He shuts his eyes. His mind goes wild: he imagines his body expanding left and right. His gut grows downward to his knees. His penis completely disappears under the heavy gut. Trying to get up is impossible as his sides slough off the bed. His eyelids grow tighter.

“Make me fat. Make me too fat to fucking do anything. Take complete control. Make me as big as you want Dylan,” Oliver moans close to climaxing.

“Really, as big as I want?” asks Dylan seductively.

“What the fuck!?” shouts Oliver as his eyes fling open. He blushes and immediately stops touching himself and tries to hide is cock.