chapter 2

2.
Mac immediately felt at ease with Dom. He had given Mac a big bear hug the moment he walked through the doors, clapping him on the back like he was a long lost son. Dom smelled like fresh laundry and felt like hugging a giant teddy bear. Mac felt himself sink into Dom’s broad belly and had to pull away before he got hard. They both looked at each other and laughed.

Instead of jumping right into kink topics, the bear of a man led Mac to a lounging room full of massive leather sectional couches that formed a circle in the middle of a room with a high ceiling. Oddly, there was no television, just a table with a radio in the middle of the couches. Mac noted it would have looked like a vanilla frosted donut from above.

They started on opposite sides of the couches as the radio played, chatting about life and their jobs and how they both ended up in this room together. There was something about Dom that drew Mac in like a moth. His bright smile and easy laugh, and the way he held his shaking belly when he did so. Dom had such a pull, so it didn’t surprise Mac when he found himself moving a cushion or two at a time in his direction. Before Mac knew it he was the little spoon, filled with a kind of joyous ease of feeling Dom’s gut resting on his back, the older man's rough hands tracing over Mac’s flesh.

“So, you really want to put some pounds on this flat thing? Most guys would kill for a stomach like this.”

Dom gave Mac’s abs an appreciative pat, and he blushed.

“It’s so weird but yea, I think I finally do. I never want to get like, fat fat though. Just twenty pounds or so to give this kink a full test run, you know?”

Dom grunted in approval.

“That makes sense, you don’t want to go overboard. And besides, people gain and lose twenty pounds all the time, you won’t be causing any real damage. I think you’d look good with a little belly.”

Dom tried to pinch a bit of flesh on Mac’s side but found none. Mac giggled.

“It’s nice to have someone think the same way.” Dom sighed and patted his own considerable stomach.

“We are on the outside of what society calls normal. It’s not easy for us, which is why we need to encourage and support one another.”

Mac melted at those words. He leaned back into Dom’s soft expanse, picturing himself with weight like he had. Warmth and softness. The thought felt good. Mac felt himself begin to stiffen, Dom’s hand brushing by his groin.

“Heh, I see you agree,” he said, slipping his hand under Mac’s sweats and giving the younger man a few strokes. Mac blushed and felt his hips gyrate.

“So, how do you want to do this?”

Mac bit his cheek. He said he wanted to live his kink to the fullest for a little while. Telling Dom exactly what he wanted was still mortifying, but he had gone this far. Mac recalled the forceful persona Dom had roleplayed with, his obsession with wanting the younger man to grow.

“I liked how we… did things through the spring. I was hoping…”

Dom’s round cheeks pushed upward, a toothy grin splitting his face.

“Say no more. You said 20 pounds. Summer just started, how about you try to aim for that goal by fall? As you can see-'' Dom gestured around the room, glass chandeliers, ornate dining sets, everything looked expensive in the high-ceilinged room.

“I have been fortunate in life. I don’t mind sharing my excess with others, especially with cute soon to be former twinks like yourself.”

Mac’s cock twitched in Dom’s hands and he blushed harder, nodding.
‘I can’t believe I’m actually doing this!’ Mac thought, a feeling so drenched in terror and excitement he felt he might explode. Dom’s breath grew hot on his neck as he leaned in.

“Good. I’ll make sure you have everything you need. You come here and I’ll spoil you rotten. No more riding that dangerous scooter through the city. A car will be at your disposal to come here and anywhere, can’t have my little piggy walking too much.”

Dom rubbed Mac’s stomach with one hand and pinched his ass with the other, like he was appraising him. Mac lost the ability to speak momentarily, nearly climaxing right there before Dom skillfully drew his hand away. Dom moved the smaller man to a sitting position next to him. Mac looked back and was about to speak when he heard his stomach growl. Dom roared with laughter, clapping his new feedee on the back

“Perfect timing! I’ll have my chef prepare your first feast, tell me, what’s your favorite thing to eat?”

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