Chapter 5

When Ryan entered Kev’s office, he noticed that his office had more boxes of sweets than it normally did. Usually there was only a dozen or so, but today, a whole corner of the office was filled with boxes of sweets.

“Sit down, champ,” Kev said. “I’ve got something exciting to share with you.”

Once Ryan was seated, Kev continued, “Next week, I’m set to travel to Houston for a business meeting with some potential investors for Pearl Pastries. And the company is allowing me to bring down one of my employees with me, so they can learn more about the type of people they’ll do business with. After doing a preliminary zoom meeting with them, I was able to gauge their personalities pretty darn well, and I think you’d be just the perfect candidate. Whaddya say, champ? Wanna take an all expense paid trip to Houston with me next week?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I’d want that!” Ryan said.

“That’s what I like to hear!” Kev laughed. They shook hands. “Oh, and before you go, see those boxes in the corner of my office? We had an order cancellation in our Anaheim location, so they brought the order here instead. If you can clear out those boxes for me by the end of the week, I’ll have a surprise for you at Houston.”

“Yessir.”

***


One day before their flight, Ryan sent Kev a picture with all the boxes of pastries that were once in the corner of his office.

Ryan: Done, done, and done!

Kev: Atta boy! Eating like a real man.

Ryan: So… about that surprise at Houston?

Kev: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll have it ready by the time we head into our hotel room.

Ryan: Sweet! See yea tomorrow!

Ryan began packing for his trip, and well… he didn’t realize how unprepared he was! Almost all of his clothes were extremely tight on his much pudgier frame. Ryan could kiss the days of having a six pack or toned physique goodbye—not that he was complaining.

Ever since Kev became the company’s new boss, he became strangely addicted to food, and he couldn’t get enough of any of the freebies both Kev and Jake gave him. So, every hour of every day, Ryan would be snacking and eating absurdly large quantities of food, it’s no surprise that Ryan gained a significant amount of weight.

After Ryan tried on the fourth pair of pants to not fit a row, he felt his blood rush to his crotch. The fact that he was outgrowing his entire wardrobe of clothes was incredibly arousing to him. Kev was right: Ryan *was* eating like a real man. And his body started acting like one too as it demanded to take up more and more space.

Ryan soon weighed himself: It was the first time he did so in a while. The scale read: 201 pounds.

“Holy shit…” Ryan said. Before Kev became his boss, Ryan weighed 170 pounds. In just a little bit over a month, Ryan had gained a whopping 31 pounds. And in that moment, all he could think about is that he wanted—no, he needed more.

For some reason, he felt compelled to text Kev about the whole ordeal:

Ryan: Because of you, I’m gonna need to go out and buy some new clothes that actually fit me for our trip!

Kev: Because of me?
Kev: Not sure what you mean

Ryan: Not a single clue?

Kev: Hmmmm, lemme think…
Kev: Could it possibly have something to do with the boxes of pastries I gave you last week?

Ryan: Wow, Sherlock, you cracked the code!
Ryan: Just jokes, but yeah

Kev: Hey, hey, remember who you’re speaking to. I know I don’t always act like it, but I’m your boss remember ;)

Ryan: Yeah, yeah, my bad. Sorry

Kev: Don’t sweat it.
Kev: Oh, and the reason your clothes don’t fit you isn’t cause of me btw

Ryan: Uh, yeah it is! I wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for you!

Kev: Right, right, so you want me to stop bringing you food every day?

Ryan: …well I didn’t say that

Kev: Haha, just what I thought. I might be supplying you with the food, but *I’m* not doing anything. You’re the one eating—and eating happily at that. So this is more on you than it is me.

Ryan: Damn

Kev: If you don’t mind me asking, how much weight have you put on?

Ryan: 31 pounds

Kev: Whoah!

Ryan: …yeah

Kev: Keep this up, you’ll be looking like your ol’ boss in no time, haha!
Kev: Anyway, go out and get your clothes. Judging by how well you’ve been, uh, treating yourself these past few weeks, I’d say invest in a few sizes bigger than what you are now.

Ryan: What do you mean?

Kev: Well, that belly doesn’t seem like it’s getting any smaller any time soon, is it?

Ryan: Haha, nah! If anything, it’s only gonna get bigger! It’s not like I’m gonna stop treating myself in Houston.

Kev: That’s what I mean—if you know it’s gonna get bigger, might as well invest in a few sizes bigger than what you are now so you can avoid spending more money than you need to.
Kev: Anyway get some rest, big guy. I’ll see you tomorrow.


***

The plan ride was rather uneventful, and the same can be said for the Uber ride from the airport to the hotel.

Kev had a grin on his face the entire walk from the hotel lobby to their room: Room 2012.

Upon entering the room, Ryan was hit with the smells of a wide variety of delectable foods. Trays of burgers, fries, pizzas, and hot dogs littered all across the room.

“What’s all this!?” Ryan asked.

“It’s for us of course! And there’s a whole lot more coming!” Kev said.

“More? There’s enough to feed two families in here!”

“Well, yeah!” Kev said. “You ain’t gonna get fatter if you don’t push yourself to eat past your fill.”

“S-Say that again?” Ryan asked. Did he hear Kev right? Or was he just feeling delirious from the long flight?

Kev walked to one of the trays and picked up a burger. As he pressed his fingers against the burger’s top bun, it pushed against the patty, and its juices started to ooze out of it, dripping onto the bottom bun and eventually the tray that carried it. “Let’s stop playing games, Ryan,” Kev started. He took a big bite of the burger—a third of it, gone. In-between mouthfuls he started speaking, “I think you heard me just fine, but I can try something else,” Kev said. He took another bite. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure you out, Ryan. It’s been what a little over a month since I first met you, right? And when I did—God, you were just—“ he took one final bite from his burger and started licking his fingers, slowly. He stuffed his whole index finger in his mouth, slowly releasing from his mouth, and his tongue clicked subsequently. He grabbed a can of Coke. “You were just so eager to eat, you know? And thus, day after day, the toned twink I once knew turned into a greedy hog who couldn’t get enough of the delicious pastries I hand delivered to him every day at work. And that not once seemed to deter him, no.” He chugged the can of soda quickly. His left hand was placed on his belly, and after finishing his soda, he crushed the can with his right. He let out a large belch. “In fact, it seemed like he enjoyed it. Am I wrong?”

Ryan didn’t know what to say. Was he that obvious? It didn’t fucking matter, he thought. He could barely think straight. What the fuck was going on, he thought to himself. His boss was basically him out for turning into a *** and liking becoming one… and he wasn’t wrong.

All Ryan could manage to say was a simple, “N-No.”

“Good boy,” Kev smiled. “Now, let’s get you fat,” he said, as he grabbed a tray of burgers. He sat Ryan down on the bed, laying his head against the headboard. He removed Ryan’s shirt, revealing the fat that had accumulated over his body throughout the past month. Kev then proceeded to take his own shirt off and he sat his heavy self onto Ryan’s groin. The bed springs creaked at every one of Kev’s movements. As Kev situated himself, he felt Ryan’s dick get hard. “No, no, not yet,” Kev said. He picked up a burger and brought it close to Ryan’s mouth. “Food first,” he smiled.