Chapter 3 - midnight on the 1230 south town bus part 2

“I can’t move in right now! It’s just…” Milos had said it a little over a week ago, and master had not let him forget. Milos had welched about being closer to work and friends and places he liked but master had seen through them all. When pressed he faltered, but Milos didn’t back down.

Master wanted him at his loft full time, to ‘kick their relationship into the next gear.’ Milos swallowed hard thinking what that might be. Masters lust had only grown since the summer, and as a result so had Milos. Master had laughed away his pathetic breakup attempt, managing to feed him a record amount of gainer shake that night just to make a point. Milos became submissive, catering to his master, needing to please him.

Once a week sessions became two, became Monday - Wednesday - Friday, with an occasional stuffing on the weekend. The longer Milos was with master, the more master knew how to push him. Master tracked the amount of food for each meal, steadily increasing portions and stuffing his subject that much more every night as his stomach stretched. By December and nearly six months of stuffings Milos could eat practically around the clock. Master would order food directly to Milo’s work, forcing him to eat it all on camera while he watched. Some weeks Milos felt full and horny Monday to Sunday.

His pot belly blew out into a flabby gut that pooched over his waistband, thick love handles wrapped around to a swollen backside. He had gotten wide, his ass cheeks burst through more than one pair of pants as he now crested 38’s. Milos watched cock throbbing through all of this; as he got an overhang, a double chin, a pair of wobbly tits. His master teased and prodded every new inch, pound, and stretch mark as they came.

And yet… Milos couldn’t move in with him. If he did that any chance of getting his old figure back was lost. It was a slim chance anyway at this rate, but the bus ride kept the hope alive. The bus ride was the only thing that brought him shame any more, that brought him to his senses. He felt the stares, felt himself jiggle a bit more and in new places each day. The day he felt his tits begin to wobble his newly sensitive nipples rubbed against his shirt, and had his cock rock hard the whole way. He was helplessly turning into a fat pig, but he hadn’t given up quite yet.

Since the day he rejected him master hadn’t let Milos sleep over. Every night after their fun he would be sent belching and stuffed into the increasingly cold night. It hadn’t been a terrible price to pay, until now. Milos simply prepared for his rides home and took the bus as normal. Unfortunately for him Master had felt particularly cruel this night. The too tight clothes, the late kick out, the fact he had watched as he made Milos struggle into his clothes from the nude after his biggest stuffing yet.

Milos had groaned through it, his taught distended gut protesting with every movement. Master had cackled when Milos attempted the zipper. The fabric hardly held on after they had crested the hills of his backside, buttoning the loop was out of the question. Milos managed a few notches each time before his gut surged forward and forced them down again. Eventually masters subject was dressed flesh gaping through every gap, and sent out with a slap to his rear. The message was clear.

‘I will beat you.’

Milos sighed as yet another pothole shook him. He felt more like a bag of jello that man these days, there was hardly a part of him that didn’t jiggle. Milos had been so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed the slab of stretch marked skin plainly visible in his lap. His sweater, aided by the vibrations of the bus had shot the hem well past his belly button. The pale curve of his belly wobbled over his waistband, fiery red marks of his gluttony full on display.

‘Shit shit shit!’ Milos thought as he desperately shoved his sweater down. It was clear minutes into the ride wearing the coat would not be an option. The bus driver cranked the heat, and though Milos knew the sweater would ride up he thought he would catch it before it did. He hated the sweating that came with the added weight, and wanted to experience as little embarrassment as he could. Milos sighed and went red in the face once his girth was covered, but before he looked to his spot on the window across from him he saw motion.

‘The woman!’ Dread coursed through the fat man. ‘How long was I hanging out like that? She could have been staring for minutes.’ Milos wanted to scream. 'How had I let it get this bad? I'm a certified porker now!' Master had celebrated his two hundredth pound with a weekend that brought him to 205, and he had only gone up in the weeks since. Now he was one of those people teenagers made fun of. The fatty, too oblivious to know his clothes fit.

‘But I don’t deserve to be gawked at!’ Milos thought indignant. He shot the woman a glowering look that came off more as a pout with his fuller cheeks. To his surprise the woman didn’t look mean. She had a mischievous smirk on, and to his disbelief she even winked at him.

Milos felt like his lungs had gotten smaller all the sudden. The woman sat just enough seats to the right that Milos needed to move his neck to look at her. Stop after stop went by, and every time Milos mustered up the courage to get a look she continued to stare right at him.

‘What does she want?’ Milos wondered. He didn’t think he knew her but she looked familiar. He did ride this bus a lot these days, always at the same time so maybe…

Milos’ jaw dropped. If she was staring that much now then… had she been watching him this whole time. Was she enjoying the show as much as master?

At the next stop the woman got to her feet and strode to the door next to where Milos sat. Milos’ heart beat hard in his chest, he didn’t know where this was going. He didn’t want to upset master, but his cock twitched at the possibilities. ‘Idiot, she wants nothing to do with you, she's just leaving the bus!’

As the doors opened the woman knelt over and put a hand to Milos’ side. ‘Oops.’ She said throatily as her hand flicked upward. Milos mouth made an O as he felt himself get scooped, his flabby moob bounced twice before quivering to a halt.

‘Gimmie a call sometime big boy.’ She said halfway out the door. Milos felt as if he might explode right there. The bus left the stop, and Milos waited nearly a minute before letting out his breath. ‘But how will I call you?’ Milos thought, before he felt something prick his skin near his collar. He put his hand under his collar and found a business card. On it was only a phone number and a message.

“I want to see that sweater become a tube top.”