chapter 4

Louis smirked after he left the room. He couldn’t believe how successful his plan has been going so far. Every week, he would add more elements and chemicals to the ‘nutrient drink’. So far he’s added extra sugar, extra cream, some caffeine and even nicotine. This all assured that Mason would become absolutely addicted and dependent on the shake. “As long as he is in a state of pleasure, he won’t ask questions or try to escape.”, he thought. He also hoped that the masturbating tool would help with this. Although he was shocked at how fast the results were showing, he was excited to see how much more Mason would grow…

Mason opened his eyes and instinctively leaned forward to reach the tube. He didn’t care that his double chin was making it more difficult to reach, nor did he pay it any thought. When he started sucking, the masturbating machine started as usual. He noticed that it felt better as time progressed, but didn’t know it was because his growing fat pad made it easier for the machine to grab onto him and do its job. He couldn’t see the device at all anymore. His belly had became so fat that he simply couldn’t see anything below his waist. It was probably a good thing he couldn’t see his massive, cellulite covered thighs and jiggly calves. Every part of his body was now extremely soft to the touch. His arms had now completely turned into pure lard and replaced his massive biceps. They were so fat that they fought for space with his side moobs, which made his arms not be able to go down past a certain angle. His favorite feeling was the feeling of his stretching nipples. They had become so sensitive that just one slight touch would give him an instant hard on.

Louis noticed this and decided to use this to his advantage. During his massages, he would sit on Mason’s belly and massage his nipples. This drove him absolute wild and he would beg him to jerk him off. Louis did think his dick was quite arousing, how it used to be one of the biggest he had ever seen to now only being able to see the tip due to the fat pad, so would always agree. He kept sinking in more and more into Mason’s fat as time passed, and he found it extremely arousing. Getting on and off of him was getting a lot harder, like getting onto a half inflated waterbed. His hard body against his lard felt so arousing to both of them. by this time, Mason had already realized he was gaining weight, but he didn’t care at all. It just felt too nice to care. Every day he would think less and less as he became more gluttonous.