chapter 4

Milos collapsed into the handicap section of the South Town Bus. His legs burned from the exertion of getting his 400 pound body up the steps. Two grinning figures followed him, trading excited glances.

"Hope you're ready for your last ride," Master said, poking his flabby side.

Milos groaned and tried to move as little as possible. He was already covered in sweat, and every movement would uncover one of his many rolls and bulges. Milos swore he felt the bus shift when he sat, the concern obviously etched on his face.

"So you noticed," the woman Milos had met those months ago, now also referred to as, 'Master,' cooed in his ear.

"You're getting far too big for public transit Milos," she said, patting the side of his planetary gut, "no more bus rides for you."

Milos huffed and tried crossing his arms, but found his breasts took up the space on his chest. The South Town Bus rumbled into gear, the ample potholes making Milos feel like a jello castle during an earthquake. He briefly looked out at the bus patrons, judgmental stares he found quickly turning his eyes out the window, and reflected on how he had gotten here.

***

It turns out, there is quite a toll in keeping two feeders pleased. That fateful night on the bus those months ago had lead to the woman becoming his feeder as well, and she was just as demanding.

Milos had to stuff himself every day, multiple times a day to keep up with their demands. He rode the South Town Bus to one of their apartments every day after work, not leaving until he had eaten enough calories to make a sumo wrestler blush. He was terrified of them knowing about each other, and stretched his stomach to the max to keep up his charade.

As winter melted to spring his body swelled like dough left in the sun. 220 quickly came and went, followed by 230 and 240. He burst out of multiple pairs of pants, his work shirt buttons flying off him at worrying frequency. It was only after the 250 mark had been cleared well before his original master had planned that Milos was cornered.

"There is another, isn't there?"

Instead of being mad, Master had seemed impressed Milos would go to such lengths to keep up. A devilish grin split his face as he toyed with his plumped-up plaything.

"We should team up."

And they had. Milos had at first protested, but his female feeder liked the idea straight away. Over the next months they poured all their efforts, and fattening foods, into Milos, and he only continued to grow.

"Mmmf," Milos would mumble, so overfull he thought he might burst. The bicurious man he was, it didn't take much playing from either of his masters before his mouth would open again, wiling down whatever sinfully rich food down his gullet like concrete to try and get off.

***

Now so fat his arms stuck out, Milos was nearly though his final ride. His 400 pound celebration was yesterday, and his feeders gave him a special present.

"We got an apartment for us!" they had cried with such joy, "you'll be living there full time. Were getting tired of all these commutes, and your starting to gross people out. Time for you to embrace your destiny, pig."

Milos looked down at himself. Cock and feet hidden from sight long ago, he had to admit this was far out of hand. He would need to halve his weight for any hope at regaining normalcy. Though, at this point he was too fat and slow to get away. Even if he wanted to diet, that would mean killing his sex life. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

The South Town Bus screeched to a half, and Milos felt his blubber press into the horrified woman he sat next to, a full seat away. A sharp prod to his sides began the halting process of getting to a standing position.

His male and female masters helped him forward, patting and groping at his new bulges and folds, much to the shock of everyone on board. As Milos got out of the bus it rose back up a full two inches. His female master pointed him toward an oversized SUV down the block.

"Hmm," the male master said, "do you think we should walk to the car?"

The feeders both laughed as Milos wheezed.

"You think this guy has the energy to get all the way over there? Thats at least a hundred feet, he's exhausted."

Milos offered no protest. His knees and feet ached badly.

"That's right, I'll go bring it over," the male master said with a savage slap to Milos' ass.

"Then we'll bring you to your new home, and you'll be ours. Forever."