chapter 14

14.

Dom took his time walking to the front door. He was never a particularly fast man, but today he felt like taking his time. It might have been cold and damp, but it was preferable to confronting Mac just yet. Dom went over the Christmas trip and all the little moments of humiliation Mac had endured. Not only the dinner. Presents from that morning, sweaters and pairs of underwear several sizes too small. Best of all were the shoes that Mac’s feet had grown too wide for, the new way he shifted his belly to gain access to his feet mortifying his parents. It seemed like any time Mac got up or adjusted himself his parent’s stared, making his awkward movements that much more forced.

“Was it too much?” Dom mumbled to himself. Mac had stopped talking to him after they got back from dinner. The flight was awkward. Now Mac was waiting for him in the living room, ready to burst. Or worse, he was already packing his bags. Dom’s heart sank. He knew he had gotten carried away. Christmas with Mac’s parents was supposed to be embarrassing, not the exhibition it turned into. Dom bit his lip remembering how Mac’s gut surged up after he broke the chair. It was positively the fattest he had ever looked, and if it had happened anywhere instead of in front of Mac’s parents it would have been incredible. But it had, and Dom understood how it might have crossed the line.

Dom took a deep breath and walked inside. He sighed, relieved to see Mac sitting on the donut chair as usual, his hand ferrying chips from a family sized snack bag to his mouth.

“You ok?” Dom called, sitting across from the fattened young man. Mac looked down at his phone screen. With how fat his cheeks were getting Dom didn’t know if he was pouting or just really fat.

“I know that thing with your parents was a lot. I didn’t help.”

Mac's frown deepened. He tapped his phone screen, face pale.

“In front of your parents was a line I should have recognized.”

Now Mac’s cheeks began to flush. His eyes flicked away from the screen for a moment before returning.

“I mean, who gains over a hundred pounds so quickly? We should have slowed down. Prepared you.”

Mac’s cheeks were red now, the heat spreading over his fleshy face.

“I’ll stop feeding you. You can live here as long as you like until you lose the weight, you’ll have personal trainers, state of the art-”

Mac turned and grabbed Dom’s hand, plunging it in his crotch. It took some maneuvering, but buried under his belly and between his thighs an intense erection burned. Dom cocked an eyebrow.

“I- I couldn’t admit this, not to myself, not to anyone, but- I…”

Mac covered his eyes. Dom smiled.

“Go on. What are you admitting, Curious Oink?”

Mac started breathing heavily.

“That trip to my parents… breaking that chair… It was the hottest experience of my life.”

Dom’s smile morphed to a victorious grin.

“Oh?”

“I’ve never felt so fat, so weak and hungry. I just kept eating like a fat ass even though they stared.”

Dom leaned in close, gripping a handful of love handle and shaking it.

“You are a fat ass now. You could have eaten twice as many pies as your judgemental Dad gave you, huh? You left Christmas dinner wondering if we would hit the drive through on the way home, am I right?”

Dom’s other hand worked Mac’s shaft. He trembled in his seat, the movements sending his moobs, belly, and thighs wobbling.

“They saw how big I got and were completely disgusted.”

“That’s right,” Dom whispered in Mac’s ear, “and you love it. Don’t you?”

Mac was frozen for a moment. Finally, he nodded. Dom chuckled.

“And what else?”

Mac swallowed and moaned, as if summoning the strength to resist.

“No more diets. I want to be your piggy. I just want you to make me huge. Make me as big as you want.”

Dom thought his face was going to snap he was grinning so hard. He cupped one of Mac’s considerable breasts and scooped the flesh upward, noting how long it wobbled before coming to a rest.

“As big as I want? You sure about that big boy? You’re pretty huge already.”

Dom felt Mac’s cock pulse in his hand.

“Please, I’m your piggy, make me get massive. I’m a hog that needs to be grown and shown how fat he is.”

This time Dom was silent. He retracted his hand from Mac’s crotch, noting how much force his thighs had put on him. Dom shrugged. He snapped his fingers, at which a trio of staff came each holding a liter of brown liquid.

“I expected nothing less. Now, you haven’t eaten much at all today on our way home. Just two trips to McDonalds, one to Burger King and a few donuts, but those don’t count, right?”

Mac looked up.

“No, not at all. Donuts are too light to count.”

Mac’s stomach let out a howl. One staff member brought a funnel forward and put it to Mac’s lips. Dom began to stroke himself, picturing how the next pounds would transform his new prize pig. Mac drank and drank, his stomach distending and making him look even fatter than he was.

‘Hard part is over now,’ Dom thought, ‘time to enjoy the fruits of my labor.’

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