Chapter 6

To no one’s surprise, Kev was quite serious about wanting to get Ryan fat.

Actually, fat may not be the right word to use, Fat is trivial; it's common. Anyone can be fat. Pick up a sport, grow an appetite, drop the sport, voila, you’ll become fat sooner rather than later.

Kev was fat. He had been this size for at least the last five years. Same button ups, same slacks, same everything. He never outgrew anything. To Kev, fat was a constant.

Ryan, though, would be anything but constant. Kev wanted Ryan to become massive. He wanted his body to be amorphous, meaning he could construct its shape and size to whatever from he saw fit. If Kev had a say—which he absolutely did at this point—Ryan would outgrow his clothes and move onto the next size multiple times per year. He always wanted him growing. Fat wasn’t enough. He needed Ryan to be more than fat.

That night, Kev fucked Ryan, and they both reveled in—for different reasons. Kev stuffed an absurd amount of food in Ryan, and Ryan’s belly pushed more forward than it ever had before, straining his clothes. Ryan felt bloated; he was panting. He felt a rush inside him with each bite. Because with each piece of food Ryan ate from Kev’s hands destroyed any sense of a professional relationship he would have with him. Each bite symbolized a step forward to a new type of relationship: A sexual one? A romantic one? A controlling one? Whatever the type of relationship the would ultimately settle on didn’t matter to Ryan. He didn’t care about any of that. Not at all. He only cared about Kev and the food he was feeding him.

Kev rubbed his grumbling belly. He quickly took his stained shirt off. And then he unbuttoned his pants. His pants thanked Kev—the button was holding on for dear life!

Kev started rubbing Ryan’s hard moobs, moving down to his bloated belly, and then he finally grazed down his midsternal line, and shuffled his hands into Ryan’s underwear, finding his dick. It was hard. “When I’m through with you, it’s gonna be a lot more of a challenge to find this thing,” Kev said, smirking. Kev started stroking his dick.

Ryan moaned softly. His cheeks flushed red. He couldn’t say anything; he could only moan, but if was able to speak, he’d just yell, “Yes! Yes! Yeeesss!”

Kev took Ryan’s positive reaction as a means to keep going.

“I’m gonna bury you in fat, Ryan. I’ve already turned you into a greedy pig, but I’m sure you know by now, that isn’t enough for me,” Kev said, still stroking his dick. He began stroking it harder, and slowly the stroking turned into a hand job. He gripped his hard, hairy hands against Ryan’s cock, and slid it up and down… up and down… Ryan’s eyes seemed like they were going to roll over his head from pleasure. “You know it isn’t enough for me,” Kev continued. “I’m gonna train you to become my personal hog. I’ve always wanted a pet like you—someone I can feed and fuck whenever I want. That’s what your life is gonna be like from on. You’ll be fed then fucked… fed then fucked… fed then fed then fed then fed some more… and then I’ll fuck you again, just like I’m about to do to you right now.”

Kev reached over to another plate of food. Four doughnuts—glazed. With one hand he gave the handjob, while the other was used to feed him. Like a pig, Ryan leaned as forward as he could to eat the doughnuts. Kev smiled. “And just like I thought—that’s what you want,” he said.

Ryan devoured the doughnuts; Kev wasn’t surprised by that at all.

And after that… well, Kev stayed true to his word. He fucked him. He fully slid Ryan’s underwear off of him, and he flipped him to his back. Kev got fully undressed himself, revealing his naked large, hairy, overhang. It was so large that it hid his cock and fat pad.

Ryan got on all fours. Kev rested part his belly fat onto Ryan’s back, an he began fucking him. Ryan felt Kev’s warm belly on his fat encroach further and further onto his back the more Kev thrusted. It was euphoric. The embodiment of pleasure.


***

The meeting Kev and Ryan was set for Monday. They arrived the week prior on a Tuesday—the first day Kev fucked Ryan.

By the time Friday rolled around, the two basically did what Kev promised. They ate and fucked all day long, and neither of them wanted anything to change.

That day, Kev bought a scale from the convenience store across the hotel. After purchasing it, he walked inside the room and found Ryan laying in bed, naked, surrounded by empty boxes of pizza, burger wrappings, and empty buckets of fried chicken (not even a crumb was left, just some stains of grease that dried onto the paper-like bucket).

“Get up, champ,” Kev said. “Let’s see what the damage is.” He said this with a smile on his face as he waved the scale near his head. Ryan smiled and got up without a word.

Kev placed the scale on the bathroom floor. Ryan waddled slowly to him. He was quite sore and bloated form all the fucking and eating, but he still managed to walk (if you can calling waddling walking) on his own.

Ryan placed his bare feet against the cold scale. The numbers read 888.88; it was calibrating of course.

The numbers then shuffled around, jumping to random integers that didn’t quite add up… until…

The numbers stayed stagnant. Ryan raised his eyebrows. Kev smirked. He then slapped Ryan’s plump ass and said, “That’s my boy!”

The scale read 208 pounds. He had gained 7 pounds in four days.