chapter 4

4.
At the end of August, Mac was brought to one of the estates' many bathrooms for his final weigh in. Mac saw his naked body in the triple mirrors and blushed. Dom peered from behind, clasping hands over a smile like a parent seeing their child's first school project. Mac spun around, looking himself over. Sexual joy and horror coursed through him in near equal measures.

“You. Look. Incredible!” Dom gushed, sinking a finger into Mac’s budding love handle. Mac blushed deeper, his cock quickly stiffening at the praise. A lot of Mac agreed with Dom, but another part of him thought he had completely lost his mind. August was coming to a close, and Mac had indeed put on the full twenty full pounds he had aimed for. Twenty one according to the blinking ‘161.4’ that looked up at him past the curve of his belly.

‘Belly,’ Mac thought. It was strange, but the twenty pounds had indeed put a small belly on him. It rounded the bottom of his torso and pushed out to his hips. Not only that, but his pecs had begun to soften, he felt them shift when he moved especially quickly, which was rare these days. Dom had been diligent with his feedings and ensured Mac never lifted a finger. As a result, the pounds had begun to stick. At first Mac was in disbelief. Part of him thought that he was one of those people that simply didn’t gain weight, that he would overeat until summer ended and move past this, ready to try and find some other fetish to get off on. But no, that was not what happened.

Mac had been driven to Dom’s nearly every single day, and been instructed to stuff himself with fast food on the days he didn’t. What was wild was that, after a few months of belly stretching meals, Mac was overeating by default. Sometimes he would order a dessert or second helping, always garnering praise and teasing from Dom, which Mac increasingly craved. Since that forceful night with the cake, Dom had begun to push Mac in earnest, giving him second and third helpings by default, always pushing one more snack or treat on him. Again, it wasn’t anything deranged, and Mac appreciated that. The times he really did get painfully full he was treated like a prince. Belly rubbed, tums and seltzer there to ease the bloat. However, the stream of calories swelled to a river. Dom was expectant, and had Mac developing quite the snacking habit as a result. Most days it felt like he was constantly munching around the clock.

Still, as odd as it was, their relationship felt about as ‘normal’ as one could in this type of situation. They did real couple things, going out to restaurants and movies, walking through the park. If he shut his eyes and ignored all the food, this was close to the kind of relationship Mac had always wanted. And as the weeks rolled by, the pounds slowly but surely found themselves onto Mac’s skinny frame. The first ten pounds were hardly noticeable. A small rounding of the lower stomach, some additional softness on his sides and rear. Nothing you couldn’t explain away with a bloat, enough you might work it off with a hard week at the gym. For Mac, it was kind of a relief that the changes were not coming too fast. Mac’s clothes were always baggy, if anything his small increase in size made them fit better. He felt more solid, his face less gaunt. Dom showed his appreciation with his hands, tracing Mac’s body for any sign of change, patting the new softness and driving Mac wild. It was the next ten that really made a difference.

“Eep!” Mac had squeaked two weeks ago as he took off his shirt and dug into an oversized BBQ dinner. He looked over to Dom, a lusty grin on his face, his thumb and index finger sunk into Mac’s side.

Mac's eyes shot open. He looked down and sure enough, there was a little roll of pudge poaching over his waistband. He was leaning over for a bite, but still. It was there, and soft. Dom scooped the flesh from below and Mac moaned as he felt it shift. This was not the skin and bone he had always had there. This was actual softness. A few days later, Mac noticed his ribs were very nearly invisible unless he sucked in to the extreme. Even doing that moved less flesh than he would have imagined.

Now at a full twenty pounds gained Mac felt it. He was fleshier and his stomach legitimately stuck out, if only a little bit. Even his ass felt… bouncier, which Dom had particularly enjoyed in the bedroom. It was both the most erotic thing Mac had ever experienced, and the most mortifying. Mac wasn’t fat by any means, but that trimness he had defined himself by was gone. Though he had been enjoying the pampering, Mac was relieved he was done with this whole thing. Any more weight than this and it would start to get really noticeable, especially with how little he had exercised lately. The area below his jawline had taken some pudge too, Mac didn’t think he would like a double chin. Along with the new weight, Mac had felt legitimately sluggish and heavy, he was losing his fitness fast.

‘Well, I had my fun,’ Mac thought, slapping the curve of his stomach, ‘time to drop this and get back to some good habits.’ That thought felt good, felt right, yet it didn’t stop Mac’s cock from jumping to attention at feeling the pooch around his middle bounce. Mac turned to Dom and smiled.

“Thank you,” Mac said, “this was truly an incredible experience.”

Dom nodded, drinking in Mac’s expanded figure. The former twink hadn’t quite realized the extent of his new poundage. Belly and ass had padded out sure, but Dom saw just how much the fat was thickening him up. His arms and legs, sides and back all lost any hint of definition. The young man was bordering on chubby. Dom needed to see how the next ten, twenty, fifty pounds would transform him. He hadn’t had his fill yet. Mac was a beautiful porker in the making, and if Dom had his way he would march him much higher and higher up the scale.

“Does this mean you're done?” Dom said, clearly disappointed.

Mac frowned. Through these three months Mac had really taken a liking to Dom. He was generous with his wealth, as well as affection. Mac had never felt this comfortable or cared for with anyone else. He didn’t want to gain anymore, that was certain, but did that mean he had to stop seeing Dom forever?

“I think…” Mac said, a sudden idea coming to him. He grinned, ignoring that he felt the fat in his fuller cheeks contort.

“I want to try the weight on for a bit, you know? Then maybe we can… if I feel comfortable…”

Mac had looked down, somehow still embarrassed around the older man. When he looked up, the expression of pure joy made Mac weak in the knees. That joy was incorrigible, the words left Mac’s mouth before he could stop them

“Maybe I could do another twenty?”

Dom beamed.

“Only when you're ready. For now-”

Dom knelt between Mac’s legs, grabbing his little pooch with both hands and kissing it.

“I’m going to let you know exactly what I think of this new body of yours.”

Mac stiffened and leaned back as Dom wrapped burly arms around him, moaning.

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