chapter 12

12.

Dom’s driver pulled the couple to the front of his estate. Mac crossed his chubby arms over his belly, not wanting to look at the man in front of him. Dom rolled his eyes. It was hard to take Mac seriously when his cheeks were puffy and his belly sat between his legs. He looked like some kind of cherubic cupid doll, but far fatter.

“What? You knew this was going to happen eventually. Now that bandaid is ripped off.”

Mac scowled, the fat in his cheeks making him squint. Dom knew he should feel bad but it only turned him on more. Without another word, Mac opened the door and swung himself out. Or at least, he tried. His first attempt at getting forward failed miserably, the spare tire of thick fat that surrounded his middle bunching up and pooching out from under his sweatshirt. Mac huffed and leaned back before shooting his bulk forward, finally getting enough momentum to haul his ass from the spacious car.

It was only a short walk to the front door, but Mac made it look like a marathon. His wide ass cheeks swayed back and forth as he waddled, arms splayed wide for balance. Dom let out a whistle.

“Man, he’s struggling after the last 20 pounds.”

By now, it was probably more than that. Mac hadn’t done well with the complete humiliation that awaited him back home. There had been a lot of comfort eating. Dom couldn’t believe how perfect the entire trip had been.

Mac had hit 330 by the time they got on the plane. Dom hadn’t lied about what he said he was going to do either. This was the final nail in Mac’s fatty coffin. Day through night, Dom pumped his pig full of calories the last 2 weeks of December. He was obsessed. If Mac wasn’t eating something was being brought to him, a near constant amount of gainer shake pushed down his throat. Dom had taken it a step further, not allowing Mac to move except when unavoidable. He had been nearly immobile the entire two weeks, another blubbery 25 pounds blimping his already rotund figure.

“Ready, piggy?” Dom had asked an hour before the flight. Mac had already changed, the only things that fit him now the most loose fitting shirts and sweatpants available. Mac put his arms up and made to get up but his massive ass didn’t get an inch off the seat. His eyes went wide and he laughed nervously. For the first time, Dom noted Mac looked shocked at how much the weight was affecting him.

“Does lardy need a hand?”

Mac waved him off and used his armrests to push himself up. He wavered a moment, but steadied, putting his hands on his hips in a show of faux confidence.

“All set!”

Mac quickly discovered the airport was a nightmare for people who had recently put on a lot of weight. The line for baggage drop off only lasted five minutes, but for Mac they felt like they stretched for hours. His ankles and knees ached, not to mention the weak muscles in his thighs and calves. Every inch of him below the hips burned, hell, they had before they had even reached the line.

Security was even worse. Having to hold his arms up for the body scanner was tougher than Mac ever imagined. Not to mention his huge stretch marked belly that drooped over his belt, shirt pulled up past his navel. The security guard looked disgusted when the metal detector went off, not wanting to give the huge man a pat down.

"Not like they would find anything under those folds," Dom whispered in Mac's ears, giggling as he saw a tenting around Mac's crotch.

Dom had in fact needed to buy two seats for his pear shaped lover, which ended up being a much needed break from the new experiences that were coming fast and thick. Mac dabbed his forehead with a napkin, eyes darting around wildly. Dom tried to calm him down.

“You ok? You seem… flustered.”

Mac frowned, which only emphasized his double chin.

“No- I mean yes, I mean…” Mac took a few shallow breaths, then swallowed. “I’ve never had to do much in public as a fat guy, we don’t go out much. I knew some things would be different, but there's so many people staring at me.”

Dom did feel for Mac. He had him well cocooned in his fattening life of luxury for over a year now. He had only received praise and reinforcement for his growing body until now. The real world had a less positive view for obese people than Dom did. He put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here the whole time.”