chapter 16

16.

The entryway of Dom’s estate looked like something out of a magazine. Spring had been full of storms, and had brought with it a lush summer. Hedges six feet tall bordered rose gardens full of reds, whites, and pinks. The renovated Victorian stood tall in front of a wall of pines, with Dom perched along a deck at the front of the staircase. He waved towards a limousine pulling into the circular parking lot, excited to show off his work. A brown-haired woman of average height stepped from the cabin, sunglasses obscuring her pretty face. She flicked a shoulder length ponytail behind her and threw both arms into the air.

“Dad! It’s so good to see you.”

Dom smiled. Since his daughters had graduated college he rarely got to see them. Durham was just too small-time, not enough lights or glamor. They came back for the holidays or when he had news to share, and boy, today did he. The young woman walked up the stairway into Dom’s embrace. She gave his belly a poke and looked him over.

“You know, you could stand to lose a few pounds yourself.”

Dom chuckled.

“Shauna, you know it’s hard to do that in our line of work. And I don’t have the benefit of only doing it online like you and your sister. How’s that roommate of yours coming along, by the way?”

Shauna grinned.

“He’s being sent food daily by his favorite online kink writer, yours truly! I think I’ll have him over 300 by the end of the year.”

Dom laughed.

“Not bad. Though I think I have you beat this time.”

Shauna raised an eyebrow and gestured to the door.

“I mean, this one really swelled up quick. This has to be a record, even for you, right?”

Dom and Shauna turned and walked inside as he thought about all the men he had grown over the years. Some had needed convincing, others needed time, a few ran away. Mac well, Mac did stand out from the rest. He had never hesitated. A pleasure chaser to the core, the young man had added weight to his frame each and every day since arriving three years ago. The two weeks Dom had put him on a diet in earnest were the only times his weight hadn’t continued to climb, and it was plainly obvious how badly he wanted that to stop the moment it had started. Today was the big reveal, the day Dom’s prize hog was shown off at the county fair.

As the two approached Mac’s room Dom felt his excitement rise. He opened the door, a waft of body odor radiating from the darkened threshold.

“Where is that sister of yours anyway?” Dom asked.

“Kayla?” Shauna replied, “I don’t know, still busy with her streaming thing I guess.”

Dom smiled, knowing exactly what ‘that streaming thing’ was.

‘Like father like daughter,’ he thought before entering the room.

***

Mac had woken that day, like many others before it, wondering where it had all gone wrong. Even before he opened his eyes, waking brought the distinct sensation there was someone laying on him. They must have been fat too, because it felt like a serious amount of weight was pressing down on him. Then, Mac’s eyelids would flutter open and he would realize, yet again, that there was no one else.

Looking down was a challenge with all the neck fat that surrounded Mac’s face. It bunched into rolls that lead directly to his chest. His breasts moved up and down with each breath, two hilltops of flesh that lead to a mountain beyond. The belly that stuck up into a massive dome turned his breath into a permanent wheeze. Lately, even small things became a struggle. Mac’s phone was only feet away on the nightstand, yet the effort to roll over had begun to elude him. He tried lifting an arm to reach, yet the limb, now as wide as his waist used to be, only got off the bed for mere seconds before falling with a thud. It, like the rest of him, was just too heavy.

Mac sighed and lay there. He would have to wait for Dom to come help him up. He knew he could still do it himself but he hated getting sweaty. With so many rolls and folds it took serious effort to get him clean. It was mortifying coming to grips with it, but Mac had tipped over the edge into near helplessness. The superchub pursed his lips and tried recalling when it had gotten this bad. Sure, he would never have called himself ‘spry’ at 400 pounds, but he had been able to do most things on his own, if slowly and awkwardly. Even 450 hadn’t been that much of a struggle. What was he even at these days?

‘Was it the all day cheesecake binges? The eating contests?’

Events were hazy. The whole last three years had consisted of Mac stuffing his face, it was tough to tell exactly when he had gotten past the point of no return. He had just gotten so lazy as the weight piled on. It was shockingly easy to go weeks, if not months glued to his bed. Mac’s body was so comfortable now, and sitting was far preferred to the agony of heaving himself anywhere. And when your entire body turned you on just by jiggling and pinching it, there was little need for entertainment.

Mac supposed the last holiday season had really cemented it. Instead of visiting family, Dom had decided Mac was simply too fat to take anywhere. He had eaten the month away, deeming it too cold and nasty to try and get outside. For the first time, Mac didn’t bother walking downstairs to the donut couch. Food was ferried directly to him, close enough he could simply move his fat hands from platters to his lips. His expansion continued unabated, fueled by tens of thousands of calories pumped into him each day. He took up more space, his bulges and rolls making Mac blob-like, taking over the bed. No one from his old life could recognize him now. What was worse, was that very idea made his cock hard, the last hard part of his whole body.

Suddenly Mac heard a metallic click and his door swung open. This wouldn’t have alarmed Mac, but the unexpected presence of a young woman did. He tried in vain to cover some part of himself, but with so much excess girth there was no risk of any genitalia being exposed. Both Dom and this young woman looked at him from the side of the bed, beaming.

“God, if we stood by his feet he couldn’t see us at all. You really did a number on this one.”

Dom pressed both hands into the gut that dominated most of the bed, tracing his fingers along stretch marks.

“Sometimes you just know who will get huge, though I’ll admit the speed at which this porker took to the fat life was incredible. Did you know he didn’t even realize he had been fired from his job for three months? He just stopped bothering to open his laptop one day, probably when he got too fat to get out of bed without help. They tried calling him but his phone was stuck in a belly roll piggy couldn’t reach.”

Dom grabbed a roll of moob fat and shook it. The movements spread through Mac’s body like he was a human waterbed. His face went pale.

“What’s, who are you?” he squeaked.

“Don’t worry. She also enjoys growing men. I invited Shauna here to show her your final checkbox, piggy.”

Mac blinked, not understanding. Dom had often said Mac had checked off certain milestones, but couldn’t think of one lately. He looked back and forth between the expectant faces.

“Maybe he needs proper motivation?” Shauna said, producing a cardboard box. Mac’s mouth immediately started watering when she opened it, revealing a cookie pizza. She put it on a table on the other side of the room, beckoning towards it.

“Go on tubby, it’s all yours.”

For a moment no one said anything. Dom and Shauna continued to grin, waiting for their fattened prize to put the pieces together. Mac figured they would fuck him or play with his fat as he ate, and decided he was too hungry to care. After some effort he got his arms up and flung them sideways, turning his hips and shoulders with as much force as he could muster. The motion torqued his fat body, but as his stomach was beginning to shift Mac found his right leg would simply not turn over. He sloshed back to the center of the bed, huffing.

“Uh oh,” Dom cooed.

“That didn’t look good,” Shauna added. Both sets of hands began to crawl over Mac as he tried again to get himself rolled over. They pinched and jiggled and wobbled his rolls and swells, giggling as he struggled. And did he ever. Mac was panicked. The white of his eyes stood out from his sunken, fattened sockets as he sloshed back and forth to try and gain momentum.

“This can’t be happening,” he squeaked as he tried once more, rasping for breath. It had only been a minute or two, but the whale of a man was exhausted and drenched in sweat. For the first time Mac felt truly trapped in his body. He really couldn’t get up.

“I told you you needed to go to the gym,” Dom said, finally grabbing one of Mac’s hands.

“I think starting him with some small walks is good for now, dad,” Shauna said, grabbing the other. Together they heaved Mac to his feet, and though he was unsteady he did manage to walk the length of the room. He began shoving the cookie into his face, everything but the hunger that dominated him already forgotten. Shauna and Dom watched on, drinking in the sight.

“An excellent example,” Shauna said, “you’ll have to send me some pointers.”

Dom folded his arms across his belly and smiled. This was the best result the program had produced by far. Mac was a complete glutton sex pig now. There was no way he could do anything else. Though there was always room for improvement. This had been extremely hands on, and while it was fun, Dom had been exhausted at times.

“There’s always… tweaks to improve,” Dom said, enjoying how Mac’s side rolls jostled as he ate, “I have some things I’d like to give you. I’m sure you’ll find them… effective.”