chapter 2: the proposition

At this point, I should probably mention how Bruce and I met. I've been a lawyer for most of my adult life, and three years ago, I started working at my current firm. I quite enjoy my job. We're only two lawyers with a few employees. Bruce started working at the front desk 3 months ago. We were a bit skeptical to hire him, seeing as he had no experience in our field. His resume was all over the place. He had worked hundreds of jobs in many different countries, and never stuck with one thing for too long.

Our worries were relieved when we met him. He made a charming impression and it was clear that he was more than capable to work the front desk. Of course the fact that I was developing a bit of a crush helped too.

Over the months we developed our little routine. He would bring me coffee in the morning and we'd chat a little. After a while, he started bringing coffee for himself as well, and we were talking about everything. I don't know, we just clicked. And of course there was the fact that he was getting a bit chunky... He would wear a polo shirt and his belly looked so soft. I wondered what it would feel like. It took me a few more months to muster up the courage to ask him out, and here we were.

Our second date was coming up, and I was going crazy with excitement. But I was also nervous. This guy had made me feel something no one else ever had. The way he made me eat all that dessert... I got so turned on thinking about it. What I was worried about were his comments afterwards... Did he really want to make me fat? Or was he just messing around?

I knew for one thing, I would never get fat. There might be a certain appeal to the thought, but as a lawyer, it was important to be in shape and look respectable. And besides, how would people look at me? I would be humiliated.

My good looks had always gotten me ahead, in my career as well as my personal life. People wouldn't treat some gross fatty that way. If I didn't look like this, I would never have gotten this far so early in my career. With these thoughts in the back of my head, I arrived at his apartment on Saturday night.

„Buddy! Come in, come in“. Bruce greeted me with a large smile on his face. He was wearing a T-Shirt and Jeans. We went into the kitchen, where he was preparing something.

„Wow that smells amazing. What are we having?“

„I'm making lasagna. Seeing as how crazy you went for what you had at the restaurant the other night I figured you liked pasta...“

I ignored the comment. „He's handsome and he can cook... I'm in heaven...“.

We relocated to his couch while the food was in the oven. I liked his decorating style, he had lots of unique and weird items that he had probably brought from somewhere.

„You know what I just realized?“, he said. „I've never actually seen you in casual clothes before“

„Yeah? And what do you think?“

He came closer to me as if to check. He started running his hands over my chest, and then up my arms.

„Wow, so hairy“.

He stopped when he reached neck.
„Hm... So this shirt is a Medium huh...“

At this point he started leaning on top of me. My heart was beating so fast. I touched his biceps. Wow his were so much bigger than mine. I felt his pecs. You could tell there was a lot of muscle there. And then my hand ended up on his belly. Holy shit. I felt a rush of sensations running down my spine. I gave it a good slap and it started jiggling. He was still leaning over me. His face was so close to mine.

„You like that?“

„Yes...“, I panted.

„You like fat?“

I nodded. He gave me a malicious grin and moved his face towards mine. He was delicous. I've never had a man kiss me like that before. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped and sat back down. Did I do something wrong? I wanted to continue so badly.

„See, here we have a little issue“, he said. „You know I don't want to be fat anymore. I like having a bit of mass, but I am an athlete. I want to be in better shape again“.

I was confused where this was going. He continued.

„But you're not an athlete are you? I mean I've seen you eat. You love food, don't you?

„I mean I guess I do, but...“.

„Well, don't you worry. Because I've found ourselves a solution“.

With that he got up and walked to the kitchen. He came back with the lasgna, having filled it all in a large bowl. It had cooled down by now and was ready to eat. Fuck that smells good, I thought for a split second.

„Bruce, I can't do this...“.

Without a word, he put the huge bowl next to me on the couch. He had that damn charming grin on his face again. And then he lifted up his shirt, revealing the most beautiful torso I had ever seen on a man. He threw his shirt behind him. I was in awe. His chest was muscular with just a light dusting of hair on top. His body hair was much lighter in color than mine, which made it less noticable. He had a tattoo on his shoulder, which I hadn't noticed before. His smell made him irresisteble. And then, of course, there was that belly that made me so crazy.

Like an instinct, I moved the bowl to my face and started eating. It was a portion that could last me for days. And fuck, was it good. I was with this amazing, sexy man right next to me, and I genuinely forgot about him for a second because I was so focused on my eating. Maybe he wasn't so wrong about me.

When I was halfway finished, he made me take my shirt off as well, exposing my smaller, but more muscular body. He gently brushed his hands through my chest hair.

„See Nico, here is my proposition... we can both get what we want“.

He put his hand on my flat stomach.

„I'm going to lose 30 pounds in the next 3 months... I want to be in much better shape than I ever was.“

I looked up at his huge arms. Yes. I wanted that.

„And you... you are going to do everything you can to gain 30 pounds. You are going to become what you really are... You are going to be my fat hog“.

Fuck. I got hard within an instant. With newfound determination, I grabbed the bowl and finished the entire rest of the food in one go. When I was done, Bruce climbed on top of me, making me feel his entire body weight.

„Try to imagine yourself. With a big pot belly and flabby tits... People will be disgusted when they walk by you. Just a pathetic, hairy lardass who has no self-control. So lazy... So gluttinous... my big, fat pig...“

He felt me getting hard and reached down my pants to jerk me off, but he didn't have to do much. I came all over the both of us. In that instant, I knew he had me. I was his pig.