Pov- m/m

Chapter 1: jock to blob

(You’re a submissive feedee that used to be a fit jock and on the same football team as your boyfriend, but after high school he slowly convinced you to quit the gym, put down the football and pick up the fork.)

Aw, what’s the matter, tubbs? Your pants don’t seem to fit anymore. God your ass has gotten so fat. This bubble butt of yours is probably my favorite part of you. That and this keg you call a belly; I still remember when you used to have abs, barely.

I still can’t believe how easy it was to do this to you. When we first started dating, we were two fit gym rats obsessed with getting a good pump. I’m still the same, but now all you’re concerned about is pumping yourself full of fatty calories and pleasing Daddy. Isn’t that right pig?

Ha, when you nod your head your chins jiggle. You know, I really thought you’d put up more of a fight but it was so easy making you my blubbery fat ass. I convinced you to try dirty bulking with all of the fattiest foods like McDonald’s, Pizza Hut, KFC but every time you’d try to workout I’d distract you with Daddy’s perfect body and the gym would suddenly become an afterthought.

Once I tied pleasure with you being stuffed I knew you were mine. You were always the bottom so I always knew you’d aim to please me, even if it meant stuffing yourself until your gut was an overinflated balloon for me to fondle and kiss. With every stuffing, this belly got bigger and softer which allowed you to eat more and more.

Remember when you asked me if I thought you were getting fat? I told you that your metabolism wouldn’t let that happen and then I made you eat a whole pizza with a mass gainer shake as dessert. You really were the dumb jock, now you’re a dumb pig. Daddy’s pig, and Daddy won’t be happy until piggy is so fat that waddling is almost impossible. I want you just barely mobile so I can parade you around as my prized hog, or I’ll invite all of our old teammates over and we’ll all feed you and laugh at your fat ass and how out of shape you’ve gotten.

Oh, will you look at the time? It’s shake time! Gotta keep you on a tight regimen porker. Since you outgrew your pants again we’ll celebrate with 2 gallons of gainer shake. Aw, don’t give me that look piggy we both know your fat ass can take it; I’ll even let you hold the funnel. Now, be a good pig for Daddy and get fatter.