chapter 7

7.

If the last months had been preparing Mac to eat like a fat guy, December was when all that work paid off. Dom could practically read it on Mac’s face.

“Why aren’t I full?”

It was the eating challenges that first got that look from the growing young man. The first of the month Dom trotted Mac to Bertha’s Great American Diner, a renown obesity dealer. Dom loved loading Mac up with their fried faire. Today though, he told the waitress something different from their standard decadent feast.

“But the Double Fat Boy? That’s crazy!”

Dom could only giggle. Mac looked at him, eyebrow cocked, eyes blazing.

“You can eat it all. And you will.”

Mac seemed to deflate from the comment. Dom watched him go through the last weeks worth of stuffings in his mind. Adding up the calories. Dom could almost see the thought on Mac’s face, ‘is it worse that I’m eating a food challenge, or that I eat the equivalent of a food challenge a night?’

It wasn’t long before the food arrived. A bewildered waiter plopped down two one-pound angus burgers loaded with cheese and topped with a fried egg and bacon with a basket of home fries in front of Mac. Dom had a salad. Mac had a half hour to finish his feast, but only needed sixteen minutes. Dom drank in the sight. Mac squirmed under Dom’s gaze as he ate, not wanting to admit defeat. Each burger went down with shocking speed. It was like Mac was shoveling the food down a mine shaft. A few patrons stared as he finished, only a few of the wait staff managing a half hearted clap. Mac finally looked at Dom then, pouting.

“This proves nothing.” Dom bellowed laughter, clutching his shaking belly.

The car ride home was mostly silent. Mac held a hand atop his distended stomach, frowning. Mac looked at Dom when they drove past their street.

“We’re getting ice cream,” Dom said. Mac’s mouth gaped open.

“You're insane! There’s no way I could have an ice cream right now.” Dom smirked, reaching across the car and squeezing Mac’s chubby thigh.

“You’ve been eating like a fat guy since the summer started. You want ice cream.”

Mac felt himself get hard, panting slightly. In truth, he could have had a third burger and double the home fries. It wasn’t that he wasn’t full, he was, but somehow he felt… incomplete? It was absurd though, he ate more than he used to eat in a day.

‘And you’re hungry,’ it was like Mac’s stomach spoke in his mind, ‘hungry makes the food taste better.’

As if to mock him, Mac’s stomach let out a growl. Dom grinned.

“Told you.”

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Mac’s appetite was an ember when they had first met, and Dom had stoked it to a raging bonfire. The young man had never needed to learn to recognize ‘normal’ portion sizes, and relied on that sense of fullness to know when to stop. For how much Mac needed for a ‘regular’ meal these days, it was almost cute. So too was how he looked when he got hungry again not an hour later.

All the stuffings, snacking, not to mention the cream Mac was unwittingly guzzling down had taken their toll. For all of December Dom trotted his pig from one gluttonous event to the next. Holiday parties, family gatherings, not to mention the meals Dom’s chefs were pumping into him around the clock all led to Mac positively ballooning. Mac was lost in a haze of eating and pleasure throughout the month, any worries about his figure left dormant. Eating was Mac’s favorite activity now, and Dom made sure he was constantly supplied.

With the pounds stacking up faster than ever, Mac had started to get lazy. Getting off the couch took real effort now being heavy and constantly bloated. The long walks through the city he used to enjoy now seemed bothersome. It hadn’t taken much convincing to get Mac to skip his family holiday party. The thought of flying across the country now was tinged with hassle and sore ankles, plus Dom said it would be better to lose the weight before the next time Mac saw them.

“Yea right,” Dom snickered, taking in his prize hog sleeping off yet another massive meal on the donut couch, “your weight is only going one direction little pig. Up and up and up…”

A few days later, Mac was working at his desk. Dom came in to give the young man a blowjob, Dom’s favorite way to check on the girth of his thighs and progress of his overhang, drinking in the sight. One of Mac’s chubby hands clicked through files and presentations he prepared for his work as an administrative assistant, while the other furrowed a constant stream of chips to his mouth. New year’s was only a few days off now, and Dom was going to drink in his prize’s reaction with glee.

“Maybe you shouldn't have taken part in all those eating challenges huh piggy?” Doom cooed, “then maybe your fat pad wouldn't look this puffy.”

“Mmmfff,'' Mac moaned as Dom took him, breaking Dom out of his daydream. He leaned back and moaned again, the sounds muffled from the food. Dom knew he had done his best work here. Even now, with Dom furiously working his member, Mac had no idea his fatter thighs were pressing on either side of his head when just a few months ago they splayed harmlessly to the sides. Dom knew Mac had been doing his own calculations during the fall. It had taken him three months to gain twenty pounds in the summer, so it was logical to think he would put away around the same in the four months leading to the end of year, maybe some extra with the holidays, but Dom knew. It was his plan after all.

“Unff! Ok ok, I’m done. Thanks babe.”

Dom swallowed and looked up at Mac, glancing over his bare body. All of him was so puffy and stretched his skin almost gleamed. The fat had started to widen his nipples, which shook on moobs that wobbled like more like breasts every day. Stretch marks covered his hips and thighs, even under his armpits. His stomach was one big ball of fat that threatened to sit on his lap. It was official, his little piggy wasn’t so little anymore.

Dom crawled out from under the desk and went back to the door.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Dom leaned across the threshold and turned back, a platter of cookies and carafe of chocolate milk atop a silver platter. “See you at dinner babe, these better be gone by then.”

Mac had already gone back to shoving treats in his mouth, eyes dull staring at the screen.