Chapter 1 - Mikes new world

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There he was, lying in bed, his belly stretched tight and full, as it was every day now. It rose and fell slowly with his breathing, heavy and overfilled, leaving him sluggish and still. The feeling had become routine-eat, rest, repeat-until the days all blurred together.

But it hadn't always been like this.

As he stared at the ceiling, his mind drifted back to where it had all begun.

Mike was an ordinary man, 28 years old, with brown hair and brown eyes, and an unremarkable appearance. He was a bit chubby-neither overweight nor slim-just average in every sense. There was nothing about him that stood out in a crowd. He had no real ambitions or passions, and his relationship with his family was distant at best.

Recently, he had found a job he could tolerate-nothing exciting, but it paid the bills and gave his days some structure. Still, there was always a lingering sense that something was missing, a quiet emptiness he couldn't quite explain. Deep down, Mike believed that if he could just find a girlfriend, someone to share his life with, everything might finally fall into place and give his life the meaning it lacked.

Of course, online dating apps were the obvious choice for him. He was new to the city, had no real connections, and his job left him with very little time to meet people in person. After a few days of swiping, Mike finally got a match and decided to take the next step and meet her.

Her name was Kristy, and she was the exact opposite of Mike. She was tall and blonde, with piercing green eyes and the kind of figure that showed she took very good care of herself. She had a striking presence-slim, confident, and effortlessly attractive. She looked like a model, and Mike could hardly believe his luck when he saw her.

Her personality was even more captivating than her looks. She was funny, smart, and genuinely interesting to talk to. Mike found himself both drawn to her and slightly baffled by her decision to meet him, though he kept that thought to himself. In truth, the sight of her in a tight black dress was enough to quiet any doubts he might have had.

They met at a restaurant, and Kristy confidently ordered for both of them. She barely touched her own food, while Mike didn't hold back, indulging his appetite without hesitation. As he ate, Kristy watched him with a subtle smile, her expression one of quiet satisfaction. She seemed to be mentally noting everything-what he chose, how much he ate, every small detail.

Despite the unusual dynamic, they had a great time together, laughing and talking easily. By the end of the evening, Kristy leaned in and gave Mike a passionate kiss. He hadn't expected the date to go so well, but now, caught up in the moment, he was more than ready to follow her anywhere.

They went on at least a couple of dates each week. As always, Kristy remained careful about her diet, while Mike ate as if his life depended on it, never holding back. Still, she never seemed to mind-if anything, she watched him with the same quiet satisfaction.

But on their most recent date, something changed. Out of the blue, Kristy asked Mike if he would consider moving in with her and her flatmates. They were looking for someone to take the place of the previous guy who had just moved out. She explained that this way, they would be able to see each other every day, and Mike's expenses would be significantly lower.

Kristy added that her friends were excited about the idea of a new guy joining them, assuring him that they were all easygoing and fun to live with.

And so, Mike moved in with the girls. There were four of them in total, and each of them was striking in her own way.

Laura had short black hair that framed her face perfectly, giving her a sharp, confident look. She carried herself with quiet poise, always seeming composed and in control, yet there was a playful edge to her smile that hinted at a mischievous side.

Maisie, the redhead, was impossible to ignore. She had a thick butt, her wavy hair fell over her shoulders in fiery curls, and she had a warm, lively energy that filled any room she walked into. She laughed easily, spoke with enthusiasm, and had a way of making people feel instantly comfortable around her.

Joan was softer in appearance, with gentle brown hair and kind eyes that gave her an approachable, almost innocent charm. She tended to be quieter than the others, often observing more than speaking, but when she did join the conversation, her wit and insight stood out.

And then there was Kristy, of course-confident, striking, and effortlessly captivating, the one who had brought Mike into this new world.

Despite their different personalities, they all shared one surprising hobby: they loved cooking and baking. The kitchen was always alive with activity-mixing, chopping, laughing, and experimenting with new recipes. It quickly became the heart of the apartment, a place where they all gathered, and where Mike found himself spending more and more of his time.

Mike became practically glued to the kitchen chair, spending hours talking with the girls and eating whatever they made. Over time, they learned his tastes perfectly, always preparing dishes that satisfied his every craving. There was always something indulgent on the table-homemade pizzas loaded with cheese, juicy burgers, rich pasta drenched in creamy sauces, followed by decadent chocolate cakes and freshly baked cookies.

He never went hungry in the company of his new flatmates. In fact, there always seemed to be at least one of them in the kitchen, cooking or baking something new. The apartment constantly smelled of warm, comforting food, and Mike found it impossible to resist.

All of this unfolded while his relationship with Kristy continued to grow. They spent more and more time together, getting to know each other on a deeper level, often retreating to Mike's room for hours at a time, away from the others.

The first few weeks passed without any real issues, but recently, Mike began to notice subtle changes. His stamina wasn't what it used to be, and he often found himself out of breath after even minor effort. Since he had started working from home, he no longer needed to wear formal clothes, and his loose sweatpants did a good job of concealing the toll his new lifestyle was taking on his body.

Kristy had, of course, noticed too-and she couldn't have been happier. Mike's constantly bloated, full belly had been driving her crazy, the way it pushed outward so confidently, as if it had a presence of its own. It was always round and heavy-looking, stretching the fabric of his shirts and resting against his waistband whenever he sat. But it wasn't just her who appreciated the changes. The rest of the girls had also taken a liking to Mike's ever-softening body, and to the attention that came with it.

Kristy had known from the beginning that this was part of the deal. Still, lately, the others had been paying him even more attention. Mike enjoyed it-how could he not?-though he was too nervous to let Kristy know just how much.

Laura, for one, loved teasing him, especially his chest. What had once been firm had softened into a noticeable pair of moobs, warm and pliant under her touch. She would pinch and prod at them playfully, amused by how easily they gave beneath her fingers.

Maisie, on the other hand, seemed fascinated by his back, specifically his backrolls. Whenever she got the chance, she would run her hands along the soft rolls that had formed there, tracing the folds that appeared when he shifted or leaned forward.

Joan, despite being the shyest of the group, had grown bolder in her own quiet way. After every meal, she would approach Mike and gently rub his belly, especially now that it stayed so round and full. His stomach had become impossible to ignore-thick, heavy, and always slightly distended, like he was perpetually indulged. It moved subtly with his breathing and seemed to settle lower with each passing day, adding to his increasingly rounded frame.

His whole body had taken on a softer, more indulgent look. His waist had thickened, his sides smoothing into gentle curves, and any sharpness he might have once had was now hidden beneath a layer of comfortable fullness. Even his arms had grown thick and heavy over time, the softness settling into them just as much as the rest of his body. What had once been lean was now rounded and padded, with his upper arms pressing against his sides and a noticeable jiggle whenever he shifted or reached for something. Surrounded by all this attention, Mike couldn't help but feel like a king, basking in the way everyone seemed drawn to him-and to the body he was growing into.

Mike felt deeply unsure about the situation. He loved the attention he was getting-there was no denying that-but he was officially in a relationship with Kristy, and hiding things from her didn't sit right with him. The guilt lingered in the back of his mind, even as he enjoyed every extra glance, every lingering touch.

Eventually, he decided to talk to her. To his surprise, Kristy already knew. Not only that, she was genuinely happy that he enjoyed living with all of them and embracing the attention. Hearing that lifted a weight off his shoulders, and after that conversation, everything between the five of them became far more open and relaxed.

From then on, Mike found himself constantly indulged. The girls made sure he was always well-fed, encouraging him to eat more, to relax, to enjoy himself. His body reflected it more with each passing day. His belly was almost always full, round and heavy, stretching outward with a soft firmness that made it impossible to ignore. It hung lower now, shifting slightly as he moved, and pressing comfortably against his clothes when he sat.

The girls' attention became more deliberate, each of them drawn to different parts of him. Kristy often rested her hands on his stomach, gently rubbing the smooth, stretched curve of it, clearly pleased with how much it had grown.

Laura still favored his chest, teasing his soft moobs, which had become fuller and more pronounced, moving subtly under her touch.

Maisie continued to explore his back and sides, her hands gliding over the soft rolls that formed there, especially when he leaned forward or twisted slightly. Mike's love handles had grown thick and pronounced, spilling over the sides of his waist in soft, heavy folds. They pushed outward against his clothes when he sat, forming deep curves that blended into his lower back, and shifted noticeably with even the smallest movement, adding to his overall rounded, softened shape.

Joan, though quiet, remained consistent in her affection. After meals, she would instinctively reach for his belly, tracing its rounded shape as it sat full and prominent, rising and falling slowly with his breathing.

Mike's entire body had taken on a softer, heavier presence. His waist had thickened, his sides blending into gentle curves, and his once firmer shape had softened into something more relaxed and indulgent. Surrounded by constant attention and care, he no longer felt the need to hide anything. Instead, he settled into it, letting himself enjoy the comfort, the fullness, and the feeling of being wanted from every direction.

A year later, Mike's life had changed drastically-and in his eyes, in the best way possible. He had quit his job entirely. There was no need to leave the apartment or worry about money anymore; the girls took care of everything. Over time, their arrangement had evolved into something far deeper and more consuming than it had been at the start.

Anything Mike wanted was simply given to him. A new PlayStation? It was his. Rich, indulgent food whenever he craved it? Always within reach. Comfort, attention, constant company and sex? He was surrounded by it. Kristy, more than anyone, encouraged this life. She wanted him home, relaxed, and entirely free from stress or effort.

Slowly but surely, Mike became completely dependent on them-and they, in turn, began to see him less as an equal partner and more as their pet pig.

His body reflected that change more than anything else.

He no longer fit into his favorite kitchen chair, so the large living room sofa became his permanent spot. From there, the girls could easily gather around him, pampering him throughout the day. By now, Mike weighed well over 350 pounds, and even standing had become difficult. Walking short distances-like to the kitchen or bathroom-felt like a challenge, leaving him winded and exhausted.

Because of that, Kristy, Laura, Maisie, and Joan took turns staying home to look after him whenever the others had to go out. Each of them cared for him in her own distinct way.

Kristy loved closeness. She spent hours cuddling against him, her hands wandering over his soft, expansive body. She had taken a particular interest in tracking his growth, often measuring him and keeping notes. She was fascinated by the changes-especially the stretch marks that spread across his belly and sides, faint at first but growing more pronounced with time. Her touch lingered there often, gently pressing into the soft fullness of him, clearly proud of how much he had changed.

Laura, on the other hand, had become strict in her own way. She managed his meals with precision, making sure everything he ate was rich and calorie-dense. Under her watch, Mike's appetite had grown significantly, his body adapting to larger and more frequent portions. His stomach was almost always full-rounded, heavy, and tight with fullness. Over time, that constant sense of being fed became something he associated with sex as a reward, even as it left him sluggish and deeply tired.

Maisie brought a more playful energy. She was always appearing with extra snacks, teasing him and calling him names like "piggy" and "blob" while she encouraged him to eat more. She joked about his size, counting the rolls along his back or admiring how much softer he'd become. His back had thickened with heavy folds that pressed together when he sat, and his belly had grown massive-low-hanging, marked with strechmarks, and swaying slightly when he moved. She found it fascinating, often watching him shuffle slowly around the apartment, his balance shifted by his size.

Mike, despite everything, enjoyed her presence-especially the long, soothing back rubs she gave him, easing the constant strain his weight put on his body.

Joan, once shy and reserved, had also changed. She remained quiet, but her attention was steady and focused. She loved riding Mike and his mountainous belly. She often documented Mike's transformation through photos, capturing the details of his growing frame-his rounded face, the softness of his double chin, the cellulite, and the way his body spread and settled against the furniture. She seemed particularly drawn to moments when he was half naked and eating, quietly observing the lifestyle he had settled into.

By now, Mike's daily life revolved entirely around food and sex. He ate, rested, and absorbed the constant attention given to him. His body had grown so large and heavy that it dominated every movement, every position, every moment of his day. His belly, now enormous, rested heavily in his lap, spilling outward and downward, a constant reminder of how far he had come.

Despite everything-the dependence, the immobility, the intensity of it all-Mike told himself to enjoy it while it lasted, he wouldn't be able to use his manhood in the future, it would be consumed by his ever softening body.

And so there he was, lying in bed, his belly stretched tight and full, as it was every day now. It rose and fell slowly with his breathing, heavy and overfilled, leaving him sluggish and still. The feeling had become routine-eat, rest, repeat-until the days all blurred together.

As he stared at the ceiling a thought crossed his mind. "What happened to the previous tenant?"