Chapter 4

Klaus had a problem.

An ever-growing problem.

Since that “Burger special”, which had turned out to be an entire platter of cheeseburgers drenched in grease, he had continued to dine at SizzeBites almost every single evening.

Now, about two weeks later, it wasn't just his formal clothes that were getting too tight.

Despite Bradley complimenting him on it, the t-shirt he wore this day fit him about as well as a coughing baby would fare against a nuclear bomb - not well. He was well-aware of how it constantly rode up to expose a thick range of flab, a mass that jiggled back and forth when he walked around, a hypnotist missing an audience volunteer. He was also well aware of how much the two chubby slabs hanging sideways off his chest were accentuated by it. Or how the accumulation of fat on his hips stretched it out like a slingshot. Or how his khakis were more comfortable unbuttoned, his belt (mostly his overhang) hiding said detail from the public. Or how even his face looked noticeably flabbier.

All that he knew when he lumbered back into the lion's den, let Bradley seat him in his usual area, and list today's specials, pushing the intention to go clothes shopping back yet another day.

That could wait. He was hungry now.

The exposed brick walls surrounded him like a prison cell as he once again chose several calorie bombs off the menu. A breeze hit the naked skin of his overhang as Bradley convinced him to get an extra side of Onion rings. That boy knew what hit the spot.

Wheels squeaked as his persistent waiter brought yet another impossibly vast meal to his table, setting plate after plate down before the excessively fattened man.

Klaus was hard already, seeing Bradley put down the Onion rings last, knowing how much more he was being persuaded into eating.

He looked up at Bradley, drooling, eagerly awaiting the starting signal. The young man smiled and touched his arm. “Enjoy”.

With the power of a sports car, Klaus began his near-nightly ritual of shoving food into his face, groaning with pleasure. It just felt so fucking good to eat when you're hungry. And even better when you're full. But it took a lot to solidify the feeling of fullness nowadays, meaning Klaus had better keep stuffing.

Alternating between curry, fries, milkshake, pad thai, steak and onion rings transported him to a level of bliss most people could barely imagine. So what if his clothes barely fit. This had to be the purpose of life. Mindless consumption and greed. Bite. Slurp. Chew. Swallow. He was a careless pig in front of a trough, gratuitously accepting anything it was offered, and that thought turned him on like nothing else could. Chomp. Chew. Snort. Swallow. Halfway done, and his stomach signalling it was adequately filled. He ignored it. There was still so much he needed to eat. Like always around this point, he had made a mess of himself, crumbs and sauce present on his lips and the front of his bulging belly. The larger mass wedged firmly against the table, as he needed to be as close to the food as possible. Grunt. Gulp. Bite. Moan. Nearing the finishing stretch, he was pushing harder, sweat glistening on his forehead, knowing he needed to satisfy himself as well as Bradley. Precum leaked as he stuffed the onion rings one by one into his mouth, relishing the premise that these were personally picked out by his younger admirer.

Then he was done. He leaned back to make it easier for him and his gut to breathe. “There, there little guy” he told it “You know we only have a little bit before dessert” As he sat there, wondering what he would eat - what Bradley would make him eat.

Right on cue, his waiter appeared nearby, holding something suspiciously not shaped like the dessert menu. “Hey there big guy. A table didn't want their pizza so I thought you'd appreciate it” and without even waiting for a grunt of confirmation from Klaus, the pie was placed down with a thud.

Fatty stared at the pizza. It stared back. Sporting mushrooms and bacon, Klaus couldn't understand why someone would send something so beautiful back.

And though he was already struggling at only the thought of dessert, he dutifully picked up his utensils and got to work. Each slice was consumed with care, filling his stomach past what he would've thought possible only a few months ago. Cheese overwhelmed his taste buds. Knowing how much this extra food would impress Bradley roused his cock. Yes, Bradley obviously liked him stuffing himself with colossal amounts of food, and he would not disappoint the guy.

“Already done? Wow” it had taken only minutes for the entire pizza to be devoured, a victim of gluttony, and Bradley had already returned with the correct item in his hands this time.

“Yeah I… oof… couldn't help myself” Klaus huffed in response. “I eat like a pig whenever I'm here” that always got a grin out of Bradley. “I've actually gained a little weight lately” he admitted, sounding a tiny bit less confident.

Anyone could see that it was more than just “a little”, judging by the way his clothes were fitting, but Bradley, friendly as always, insisted that he looked great. That the weight suited him. That tonight's tiramisu was an unforgettable experience.

Fifteen minutes later Klaus was digging into a tray of biscuits and mascarpone, his ever-increasing weight pushed back to the furthest corner of his mind as he diverted all his focus on the struggle to consume his meal.

As usual, he stopped about halfway into dessert. Was he too full? Or did he just want Brad to feed him the remainder? The excitement he felt seeing his waiter walk up and the debilitating tightness in his gut made both seem like the answer.

It took a whole 10 minutes for Bradley to spoon feed him every last dollop, while Klaus moaned in pain and in pleasure. He had eaten so much again, despite his recent weight gain. But the attention he received from the young man made it all worth it.