chapter 5

5.

Mac was ready for another twenty pounds within hours, but he managed to control himself for a full week. Doing his everyday routines with 20 extra pounds was slightly more taxing, but not as much as he would have expected. The instances where he felt his stomach bunch up trying to lean forward, when his underwear rode up his fuller cheeks, or as his pecs- he refused to call them moobs yet- shifted as he ran up stairs, were incredibly hot. That he had managed to actually put on weight, and feeling how it affected everything he did, was a thrill he never expected. That, and how Dom pinched and jiggled him in the bedroom.

No one had ridiculed Mac or even pointed out his gain, and within days any panic at his fading fitness was drowned out by pleasure. Mac had continued to see Dom each day, and while he loved fooling around with the man there was something absent without the feedings. A week and one day after Mac’s first weigh in, Dom proposed an idea that left Mac panting.

“The rest of the year? Are you sure? I mean- I don’t want to be a burden…”

Dom only nodded, a small smile on his lips. He looked over Mac like a farmer might livestock, analyzing where new fat would build up, where stretch marks would sprout. It was incredibly disarming and naked, and Mac loved every second.

‘Is this really ok though?’ Mac thought, fighting to control himself. A full season of gluttony. Dom had proposed it almost nonchalantly, and Mac hadn’t been able to keep his boner down since. So far past what they had initially agreed upon, it was like Dom pulled the rug out from under him, pushing him further than ever. Dom grinned, patting his softened lover's round stomach.

“I am being selfish,” Dom said, gripping Mac’s shoulder’s and looking him in the eye, “but I don’t want to stop yet, I’ve had too much fun with you. Look, you’re still twenty pounds from being even considered overweight. Let me spoil you properly for an entire season. No weigh-ins. See how round you get. You’ll live here, no more crappy apartment. You work remotely anyway.” Dom gestured dismissively towards Mac’s job as he stood there, blinking.

Mac’s throat had gone dry, a storm of butterflies fluttered in his stomach. His cock pulsed with pure lust, yet he hesitated. This could do actual damage. Who knew what he would look like with a full season of feasting? Completely letting go? Letting himself be pampered in this castle around the clock? Dom sensed this, reaching down and grabbing Mac’s member with his thick hand.

“You can stop whenever you like, as soon as you're uncomfortable. I promise I’ll help you get back to normal.”

That was all Mac needed to hear. Really, he would have said yes anyway his desire ran so deep. With Dom’s encouraging words any restraint vanished. Mac leapt into the larger man's embrace, kissing him. Mac was surprised how relieved he felt, he hadn’t wanted to give this life up yet.

“I’m sure it won’t get too out of control,” Mac said, before his stomach growled. Dom’s eyes lit up.

“Exactly! You only live once, that's what you young people say, right?” Mac laughed.

“Maybe a decade ago! Let's get something to eat.”

***

One late September day, Mac lay sleeping naked on the donut couch, stuffed belly domed up above him. Dom looked at him and sighed contentedly from his spot opposite him. Things were going quite well so far. Mac had shown great potential when they chatted online, though Dom never let himself think they would get this far. Mac was already pushing a 30 pound gain with little signs of apprehension. His meals were getting larger, appetite exploding. All those tiny stuffings early on had done their job. Enough to stretch his miniscule capacity a little bit more each time. Now he unwittingly over ate before he could get full, the gluttony was practically rolling onto the chubby young man. Dom’s grin pulled wider. He traced Mac’s side, pin prick dots of stretch marks just beginning to show on his hips. That was good, hip stretch marks were harder to notice.

Dom flicked his phone on and entered a few numbers into a long running spreadsheet as he padded to the kitchen. His poor piggy had no idea what he was in for. Dom had plans. Every meal and gained pound was a checkbox on the way to Mac’s true end stage. Now was a critical period. Dom had lost more than a few potential prize hogs at this point. The gain was becoming noticeable now, no longer a bit of easily hideable chub a sweatshirt contained. Mac’s thighs and face were starting to take significant weight, even his arms looked puffier. And yet, Dom wasn’t worried his little pig would try and flee the pen. It took quite an investment, but the tweaks he had made to his program were working out beautifully now.

With Mac living with Dom, each day was a never ending wave of pleasure, growing along with his burgeoning belly. The estate was a place of praise, for the appetite quickly gone demanding, the body Dom was sculpting to perfection. There were no rude coworkers or overbearing parents here. No mirrors except in the bathrooms. Hell, clothes had mostly become a thing of the past for Mac, the only times he bothered to don one of the loose-fitting tunics Dom provided was for an occasional camera-on zoom meeting for work. Dom doubted Mac knew just how fast he was fattening now. Having gotten used to excess Mac probably didn’t have a clue just how many calories he was putting down, and Dom wanted to keep it that way. This was a fantasy come alive for Mac, and it was best he stayed in that frame of mind until the real consequences of this gluttony became apparent.

Dom scooped an entire pint of ben and jerries into a blender, filling it part way with heavy cream and protein powder. His groin flushed as he pressed the start button, stifling his grin as he watched Mac’s eyes flutter open at the harsh sound.

‘Time for the next checkbox,’ Dom thought, pouring the contents into an oversized glass. Mac looked at the older man with wide eyes as he brought over the shake.

“Open up,” Dom demanded, noting how quickly Mac was responding to firmer language. The younger man’s member shot to attention as he realized what was in store for him. Dom shoved a funnel in Mac’s mouth, pouring the thick liquid down without warning. Mac moaned with pleasure as he stroked himself.

‘That’s right little pig,’ Dom thought, watching Mac swallow every drop, ‘another checkbox ticked. Let’s see how you feel when your fantasy comes to life.’

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