chapter four

Jordan woke up with a massive hangover in a strange home, which to most people would be upsetting, but to Jordan... Well, he'd done his fair share of partying, and he was told he could be a slut when he was drunk. What was odd about it was that he was alone. Also, he was fairly certain he hadn't had sex the night before. He groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over his head.

He didn't know how long he just laid there, but he finally pulled himself out of bed when he heard cooking in the next room. Katsuo was nowhere to be found, but his friend was in the kitchen. Jordan felt embarrassed, being only in his boxers, and started to go back to the room he woke up in when he was intercepted.

"Ah! Jordan. I was wondering when you'd get up."

"Hey, what time is it?" Jordan asked in a near-groan, every muscle in his body felt like it was fighting against him. He must have danced a lot last night to have his body suffering this badly. Hopefully that would make up for the fact that he clearly didn't make it to the gym today.

"It's actually around 2PM." Katsuo said, looking vaguely apologetic. "I didn't want to wake you."

"Oh fuck... I need my phone. I'm supposed to be at work right now." he admitted, glancing around. He found his phone on the table, but not his clothes. "What... what'd we do last night? Did I make a complete fool of myself?"

He didn't want Katsuo to see him that way. The man was so quiet and kind, so smart too. He must have thought Jordan was making the worst first impression. Even now he was smiling sweetly in Jordan's direction.

"No. I brought you home, but it was raining. That's why I had to take off your clothes. But we didn't do anything."

Jordan looked around the apartment, which must have been at least seven times the cost of his own. It was huge, well-lit, and overlooked the city. He felt a rush of relief that Katsuo seemed happy with him. Then two arms wrapped around his half-naked body and pulled him in. Out of the view of the kitchen, and into a bedroom that looked more lived-in than the one Jordan had woken up in.

"But you wanted to. And I wanted to." Katsuo whispered in his ear. "Maybe.... You'd still like to?"

The barista shed his boxers in seconds. Katsuo positioned him so that he was on top, which was fine with Jordan. It was his best angle. He loved riding guys so they could see his body that he'd worked so hard on. It was a bit more difficult than usual, with the hangover making him feel heavy and sluggish, but for a lay that good he was willing to put in the work. When they finished up, Jordan finally called work with an excuse that he was sick. They didn't believe him, but Jordan was too well-fucked to care.

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Katsuo was elated. His pig was so easy to manipulate. He'd had to really push himself to fuck the boy, who was back to being mostly skin and bones for now, but it was for posterity. The camera was running all along, and this would be a fun one to show his little blob in the future. "Look how fit you were. You rode me for twenty minutes straight, now you pant when you try to stand". That thought was all that had kept him hard.

Apparently Jordan had completely forgotten telling Katsuo that he had to work the next day before they even went to the club, because he wasn't at all upset that he wasn't woken. Good. The piglet needed to start playing the part of a lazy slob early. Katsuo didn't want him fired (yet). He just needed to make sure all of his pigs coworkers saw the writing on the wall before Jordan did, so they would do what retail workers did best- gossip. Turn against him. Then when he was really so far gone that he was a wasted mess of a human, they'd help Katsuo keep the pig in his place.

"Ready for lunch?" Katsuo asked after Jordan's phone call. "Shin makes good burgers. I told him to make you some in case you woke up in time."

When his pig asked why Shin had made eight burgers for three people, Katsuo explained that Shin always worried he wouldn't make enough. Then he quickly distracted his future porker with a movie while the American bit into his first burger. It was greasy, but he was too grateful to complain. After all, he must've thought Katsuo was so kind for giving him food and clothes for the day, and was enamored by his love making. Who was he to think the grease and cheese were purposeful? And as he drank his soda and found himself more sleepy, he could only blame the exhaustion on the strenuous activities he'd just engaged in.

By the time he reached for the next burger, he was completely unaware he was even doing it. Or the next. Or the next. Eventually he stopped watching the movie all together as he stuffed all five burgers into his stomach. He was aware enough not to act quite as much like a slob, but the drug numbed his mind and made him behave more slovenly than he normally would.

"You must've been pretty hungry..." Katsuo said softly once Jordan leaned back. He was panting, the food heavy in his stomach. There was just a bit of ketchup on his cheek he was clearly unaware of, but Katsuo wouldn't tell him.

The pig turned pink, which matched his soon-to-be status wonderfully.

"Oh, y-yeah... I hadn't really..." he stuttered, looking horribly embarrassed. "I always get hungry when I have a hangover, but... wow, I ate a lot, didn't I? I should cut back."

"If you want to keep the model physique, for sure." Katsuo teased, picking away at the boy's self-esteem like a master. Jordan tugged on his shirt, even though Katsuo had instructed Shin to pick out a large one for him, and turned even more red.

A few moments later, he looked uncomfortable and sat up.

"I should probably head home, but... thank you for lunch." he said, starting out of the apartment. "I, uhm.... I'd like to hang out again sometime soon, text me?"

He ran out before Katsuo could really respond, but the man was certain he knew why. He took out his computer and called Shin over. The camera showed the elevator. Katsuo still had a lot to set up (he wanted to get them into his pigs apartment, too), but this one was the easiest to get access to. He watched as his piggy moved into the small space, one hand on his bloated stomach. There was no sound, but Katsuo's eyes were well-trained, he could see the moment it happened. Even alone, his piggy looked properly ashamed of himself. The best part was that even while he was cupping his gut relieving the aching pain in what he believed was privacy, he had no idea he still had ketchup smeared across his face. Katsuo hoped he walked the whole way home without noticing.

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Jordan saw his Katsuo several times the next few weeks. They were both busy people, but he was completely smitten and wanted to see his new boyfriend more often. He loved spending time with him, going out dancing, and their time in Katsuo's penthouse were amazing. It was depressing to go back to his own small apartment.

Of course, he was starting to get nervous too. Jordan's muscles started to blur and fade in the same month he met Katsuo, though he didn't quite make that connection. He only noticed because Katsuo brought it up once or twice and offered to let him use the gym at his house, but Jordan was too embarrassed to accept the offer.

The problem was, he was almost certain he was on the very edge of catching some sort of flu. He was always tired, and hungry all the time. Getting out of the bed in the morning felt impossible, which meant his usual three-days-a-week morning gym trips were vastly cut back on. Most days he was lucky if he got to his classes on time- even the afternoon ones. He kept showing up late for work, too. Several times he was reprimanded for it.

He bemoaned to Katsuo, but while his boyfriend was kind, he was also pragmatic. "Well, were you late? Then you can't complain, can you? You'll just have to try harder, cutie."

By the time they'd been dating for a month, Jordan woke up one day at three in the afternoon and felt starving. Thankfully, it was his day off (not that it would have made a difference) so he crawled out of bed still in his pajamas and went straight to the kitchen.

He and his roommate weren't well-off so most of the food they had was junk. Normally, Jordan avoided it, but his stomach roared and before he was able to reprimand himself for wanting greasy, salty chips there was a handful in his mouth. Katsuo always treated him to expensive meals, but they did lean towards fattier things now that Jordan didn't order salads each time. Katsuo encouraged him to branch out. ("One steak never hurt anybody, and I want you to enjoy our time together. So long as you eat a balanced diet otherwise you'll be fine.")

Chips were hardly a balanced diet. Neither was the box of mac and cheese that he made while he cleaned out the bag. While he mixed his lunch together, he dumped the crumbs from his chips into his mouth.

"I'm getting too greedy." he mumbled as he filled a bowl with his lunch, tossing away the evidence of his pre-lunch snack. "I better go to the gym tonight."

He wouldn't, though. He finished the entire bowl of macaroni and cheese and then passed out on his couch. Obviously he was getting a cold, so he needed an 'off' day. And maybe he'd gained a little weight in the past few weeks, and his muscles weren't as prominent, but that was fine. He'd get them back once he was feeling 100% again, right?

His stomach churned and he brought his hand to it, ignoring the way it bulged out. He pretended not to notice that even in one of his looser shirts he had to readjust twice before it felt comfortable and covered his whole belly. He told himself it was bloat even as his fingers sunk into the softer skin on top. He'd be in shape again in no time.
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((Barely made the word limit. I changed the theme of the story to extreme obesity and the main character to BHM- seemed more fitting. Also, I posted an RP application on the forum if anyone is interested!))