Chapter 6 - Humiliation

Today was the day for Jacob's father to come back from his trip. In the time that he was gone, Jacob has become a 400 pound pig. All he was good for now was staying bound to his bed and being stuffed. As much Jacob was enjoying his new gains, he was nervous about how his father would react. The last time his father had seen Jacob, he was half the size he is now.

Speaking of his size, the 100 pounds he recently gained really did some damage to his body. His legs had to spread a few feet apart because of of huge his thighs were. A large fat pad sat under his hanging gut and deeply burried his manhood. His midsection had gained a double belly, giving him a thick, meaty roll on his waist. Jacob's moobs sagged a third of the way down his gut, and his stocky arms had spread out to accommodate his widening hips. His jawline and throat has completely disappeared under a layer of lard. Fat was crushing his lungs, which left his breathing labored. His ass was go large it was almost like a shelf. And yet, he needed to be bigger.

When Matt arrived home, Jacob didn't greet him right away and told Rowan to tell his father he was sick so he could stay upstairs. But that ment Rowan couldn't be constantly going up stairs to give him food. So, by dinner, he was absolutely ravenous. He called Rowan upstairs, "Rowan, I need to meet my father." He said, slightly out of breath just front speaking.

She excitedly clapped her hands, "Finally! I've been waiting all day to show of my pig." She smiled, leaving the room and coming back with a pair of pants and a shirt. "I bought these just for you the other day. I figured you wouldn't want to be seen by your dad without some clothes on." She sat them down on his nightstand. "Now, put them on." Rowan stood back with her arms crossed.

Jacob looked at her, "Aren't you going to help me?" He said, confused.

"No, put them on yourself, ***." The blonde smirked.

Without another word, the pig obeyed. He did the easier part first, which was putting on the shirt; It was easier since he didn't have to move off the bed, but not completely easy. Jacob lifted his heavy arms over his head, and pulled the shirt down as much as he could over his belly. Since the fabric had to stretch to the max, it showed all of rolls, and almost half of his belly stuck out. The tightness of the shirt constricted some of his breathing. Now for the hard part.

Jacob swung one of his legs over the edge of the bed, and his whole body jiggled. He had to wait for a moment, and then got the other leg over as well. Because his belly took up his whole lap, he couldn't really bend over. Grabbing the pants, he tried to bring up his foot. But alas, all his fat was in the way. He struggled for what felt like forever, but he just couldn't reach down to his feet to get on the pants. "Fuck..." He groaned, his cheeks red. "I'm so fucking big... I cant." He said as he tried to catch his breath. Jacob patted the side of his big, round belly and groped the plump fat.

Rowan walked over to him and jiggled his gut with both hands. "What a fatty you are, you can't even get you're pants on by yourself anymore. You're just going to have to go downstairs without pants. Think about what you're dad is going to say? His son has turned into an absolutely hog, he can't even get his pants on!" She laughed, "Can you even get up by yourself?"

Jacob tried, and failed. No matter how much he leaned forward, his giant gut would send him straight back. Rowan laughed at him again, "You're such pathetic fatty! Do you need help?" Jacob nodded his head, his cheeks turning pink. Rowan grabbed his meaty hands and pulled him forward. "Let's go downstairs, porky."

When Jacob reached the top of the stairs, he was heaving. Just waddling from his room to down to down the hall left him heaving, struggling to breathe, and the tight shirt he was wearing didn't help. His heart was beating extremely fast, and his cheat burned, he was so out of shape. As he took the first step down, he could feel all the fat on his body shake.

Matt was sitting in the living on the couch, watching TV. He must've been so immersed in the show in front of him that he didn't heard the heavy steps and breaths coming from the stairs.

Rowan came down before Jacob, and sat next to his father. She gave him a light peck on the cheek, "Hey honey," Her tone was soft and sweet. "Jacob need to talk to you."

"What, why? I thought he was resting in his bed?" He asked, and as soon as he looked over at his wife, Jacob had finally made it down the stairs. His eyes quickly snapped over to his son and he sat up. "Rowan, who's thi..." A look of surprise came over Matt's face. "... Woah, Jacob?!" His father exclaimed as he walked over to his son. He was silent for what felt like forever for Jacob, and his eyes darted around Jacob's body.

"Wow... Rowans cooking must have got to you, huh?" Were the first words his father let out, his expression unreadable. "I mean- I love her food too kid but, jeez... you've practically turned into a cow. I'm going to have to get you started on a workout routine. How are you going to go back to college like this?" He crossed his arms as he stared at him son.

Jacob's face turned bright red, abd his legs started becoming wobbly from holding up his body weight for so long. "I need to sit down." Jacob walked past his dad to plop down onto the couch, when he sat down, it creaked loudly.

Matt looked over at Rowan, "You're going to have to start cooking healthier meals. He's so big he's about to break the couch, for heaven's sake."

Rowan gave Matt her best puppy eyes, "But honey, I can't help that I love to cook for people. And, he's not that big! it's just a few pounds, and he doesn't seem to mind."

"A few pounds? A few pounds?!" Matt stopped himself before saying anything else, and headed upstairs to his office. The next few days were going to be interesting.