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Greg had been desperately in love with Bill. It was a head over heels, all encompassing, world-absorbing sort of love for him after they had met at a bear bar downtown one year ago. Bill had been older; quite a bit older in fact. However, that hadn’t been the quality that had raised the most eyebrows. Bill’s size, his enormous, giant belly and overall spherical shape had made people question what a good-looking twenty-one year old like Greg had seen in him. Sure, Bill was grumpy and not especially interested in many of the things that Greg was into, but he was good looking and beautifully fat. At almost four hundred pounds, Greg felt proud that Bill was usually larger than most other guys they met. He loved rubbing the enormous gut and admiring the hefty, thick butt on his man.

A ‘chubby chaser’; that was the phrase Bill always used to describe Greg and, for the most part, he was happy to go along with it. How else was a guy in his late forties going to score a sexy young guy like Greg unless he embraced the part of him that his lover found so unrelentingly appealing?

Greg was starting off on his career after college and, for the first time in his life, he actually had some real money in his bank account. He’d gone about dispersing it like there was no tomorrow, spending, spending, spending as much as he could to show Bill how special he was to him. No cute oversized shirt was bypassed when he went shopping and Bill often found himself returning home to find the refrigerator stocked with plenty of delicious snacks for him to eat.

In those days, Greg had been living in a small, tired-looking house at the edge of town. He managed to buy it outright, using an inheritance he’d had some time before, when he’d lost both of his parents in a car accident, back when he was first away at college. That had been tough. But, despite the circumstances, Greg knew he was lucky to have a place of his own at such a young age. Although, the joys of property maintenance were soon to find him. Within a couple of months of moving in, it was clear that the house was goign to need a lot of money spending on it. Greg knew nothing about DIY and his four hundred pound boyfriend was even less interested in helping him out.

Jeff’s add in the local paper had caught Greg’s attention, mainly because of the cheap hourly rate he was offering. When he arrived at the door, Greg could definitely see why. Jeff was barely nineteen years old and trying to make a living in construction and as a general handyman. He had the look of a guy who had been a fair athlete in school; tall, broad-chested and with tight little glutes that pressed temptingly against the fabric of his cute work shorts. Like a dirty old man, Bill had been fast to point out how attractive he thought Greg’s new hired worker was. He sat on Greg’s couch, admiring the handsome boy’s physique as he strutted in and out of the house, back and forth to his van for more tools.

Trying to fight the urge to feel jealous and inadequate, Greg did his best to laugh along and go with it. After all, what harm could his boyfriend’s innocent crush on a nineteen year old straight guy really do? Plus, he had to admit, he’d developed quite the soft spot for Jeff himself, despite being quite some way off his usual ‘type’. Perhaps it was that handsome face, deep voice, pleasant manner and overall skill that he had in working with his hands. Whatever it was, as the time went on and Jeff spent more and more time at the house, Greg couldn’t deny that he’d been thinking about his handyman, rather than his actual boyfriend when they’d had sex on occasion.

Things hadn’t lasted with Bill. For that, Greg blamed himself entirely. Bill had been quite clear when he said that he was fine with his size, but that he didn’t want to get any bigger. However, Greg simply hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d pampered and overcatered for his larger boyfriend until the inevitable pounds came piling on, bloating Bill to almost 450lbs before he finally had enough of Greg and ended things when he got offered the chance for a big career move.

To say that Greg had been heartbroken would have been the greatest of understatements. He remembered not being able to eat, not wanting to go outside and certainly not imagining any sort of future for himself. But time didn’t stop for a broken heart. Those desolate weeks of despair rolled on, turning to months and then years. Greg built his career and was soon thinking about moving from that poky little house he had once loved so much.

Choosing a new place that needed a little work didn’t phase Greg in the slightest. Knowing how well Jeff had worked last time, he hadn’t hesitated giving him a call the moment his offer had been accepted. Sure, the guy’s day-rate had gone up somewhat, given his experience and the demand for him around town, but there was no way that Greg could imagine anyone else doing it. When he turned up, that familiar, breathless attraction that Greg had felt a few years before came fluttering back. It seemed like the physical work had agreed with Jeff immensely. He had bulked up into a more muscular frame. His tight, glutes had morphed into a large, muscular butt and his enormous chest had become defined with bulging pecs and festooned by strapping shoulders. Greg’s eyes flared with interest when he caught sight of the large biceps Jeff had acquired, that pretty face only growing more handsome with age.

Jeff was now well known around town and it was clear that Greg was unlikely to be the only homeowner with a crush on him. When they spoke, Jeff had been sad to learn that Greg and Bill hadn’t lasted long and seemed to remember the days of working on Greg’s first house with some fondness.

“I thought you two were very well suited,” the handsome guy smiled.

“Well, you were the only one then,” Greg chuckled.

“You absolutely worshipped the ground he walked on,” Jeff continued, sympathetically.

“I think that was sort of the problem,” Greg sighed, remembering how frustrated Bill had become towards the end with Greg’s endless fussing and overfeeding of him.

“His loss,” Jeff smiled, giving Greg a quick, friendly slap on his back. “One day, I’m sure he’ll look back and realise how good he actually had it with you.”

Greg smiled too, remembering how his chats with Jeff had always made him feel better about himself. Jeff didn’t say things just to make others like him. As a foster kid, he seemed to relate to Greg better than most, given how they were both lacking in families as adults. Without a comforting safety net of a loving nest to return to when needed, they’d both had to develop that drive and independence that they each admired about the other. They both knew that life was only ever going to be what they themselves made of it.

Jeff had married about two years later. It had been a small affair, although Greg had seen a few pictures of the day online. His new wife had looked stunning, as had Jeff, dressed immaculately in a sharp suit that perfectly displayed his even more strapping and muscular physique. They could have both just strolled off a catwalk, and no doubt that others thought the same. Perhaps that was part of the reason why what happened next was such a shock.

Greg had known for some time that he wanted to get into the rental market. Owning somewhere he could let out just made so much financial sense, so of course he was on the phone to Jeff as soon as the deal was going through on a two-bedroom place downtown. From the moment the handsome guy climbed out of his truck, it was obvious that there had been some rather telling changes to the man’s lifestyle. From out of nowhere, Jeff was suddenly looking very husky indeed. His clothes, the work shorts and t-shirt, were obviously too small for him. The material across his chest showed how ruggedly strong and capable he was, yet it clung, rather unflatteringly, to a meatier middle where a six pack clearly hadn’t been for some time. As for his shorts, well they looked downright uncomfortable, pinching him at the hips and pressing so far in that they gave him lovehandles; actual lovehandles on a guy like Jeff! All the attraction Greg had ever had for Jeff suddenly paled in comparison to the burning lust that he felt now. Only in his mid twenties and already this superb, strong and overfed dadbod had kicked in!

They surveyed the house together, Greg happy to let Jeff lead the way so that he could stare at the enlarged, softer looking glutes; so much different to how they had been when Greg had first met the man. When Jeff bent down, Greg got an eyeful of his buttcrack too. Every item of clothing on his body seemed to be crying out in misery, unable to cope with the most likely thirty to forty pounds of fat that Jeff had gained since getting married.

“So, how is married life treating you?” Greg asked at long last, after all the boring rough costs were drawn up.

Jeff scratched the back of his head and grimaced. “Fine,” he mumbled.

Greg frowned. “You sure?” he asked, sensing from Jeff’s sudden awkwardness that something wasn’t quite right.

“I’m just not used to being part of a couple,” Jeff began. “The wedding, getting married; it was all a bit of a whirlwind. As an adult, I’m not used to someone putting restrictions on what I can and can’t do. I’m used to being my own man.”

“Are you saying you find her a little bossy?” Greg asked.

“Not bossy so much…” Jeff replied, obviously still trying to think of how to phrase what he wanted to say. “I’ve always been a bit of a lone rider. It was how I kept sane as a kid, going from foster home to foster home. She wants me to go to the gym with her all the time and she tries to keep tabs on what I’m eating. I just… I don’t like it. When I get home these days, I just want to crash on the couch and have a few beers; like most guys do.”

Greg nodded. “That seems fair enough.” Suddenly, Jeff's thicker, meatier stomach was starting to all make sense.

“I don’t know,” Jeff shrugged at last. “I know I’m pretty lazy around the house. I’m sure I must be hard to live with too.”

“You’ll work it out, I’m sure,” Greg offered consolingly.

Jeff nodded slowly, but the look on his face was strange; as if he didn’t really care; as if, after only a couple of years, the guy was already taking a step out the door of his marriage.

Having Jeff work on a place that wasn’t Greg’s home was a new experience for him. Jeff had kindly set aside six weeks and Greg planned to pop in each afternoon during a break from work, just to check on progress. He’d learned ways to keep Jeff happy during their previous projects and he arrived each time with Jeff’s favourite creamy latte. He kept a cookie jar in the house and was surprised to see that Jeff was easily going through an entire pack each day, leaving only crumbs in the bottom. No wonder the guy had been piling on the pounds, Greg thought to himself, trying to keep his attraction to Jeff under some sort of control. Having a crush on a straight guy was never going to lead anywhere, Greg knew. But the lust and the affection he’d developed for Jeff over the years was seeming to boil over into a monstrous adoration of him.

It was happening again. Greg’s crush was driving him to the same sticky place that he’d been to with his ex. He’d bought a refrigerator and filled it with sodas so that Jeff would always have something if he was thirsty. An old microwave was taken there and easy meals stuffed into the freezer, along with anything tasty the besotted Greg imagined the handy guy might like. He was being overbearing; he knew he was. But, for whatever reason, Greg just felt like he couldn’t help it. Then, whenever he popped over and saw so many of the supplies had been used up, he felt reinforced somehow; heading over to the store to pick up even more to restock it all.

By the end of the project, Greg noticed that Jeff’s face had seemed to change slightly. His cheeks were puffier and his jawline softer. It seemed like fat was actually spreading into his neck. He’d put on weight, no doubt about it.

“Well, I’m sure whoever rents this place off you is going to love living here,” Jeff stated, looking around the kitchen one final time and giving Greg a good look at his obviously thicker butt and fuller love handles. “This is exactly the sort of place I would have rented before I got married. Somewhere nice and quiet.”

Greg smiled, sensing that Jeff was still longing for that feeling of freedom and independence that he felt he had somehow lost. Perhaps, if Greg hadn’t already found someone to rent it, he may have quietly offered it to Jeff himself. But then again, maybe he would only have been sticking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted.

It was about eighteen months until Greg and Jeff spoke next. The guy’s name popped up on Greg’s cell phone as it rang, making his heart flutter with the lust that never seemed to leave him. Jeff had spotted another house downtown that he thought Greg might have been interested in as another rental; offering to meet him there to show him the place.

Like a lovesick puppy, Greg had jumped at the chance, feeling the blood pumping to his penis the entire time he was driving down there. Then, suddenly, Jeff was standing outside the property, waiting for him.

Safely inside his car, Greg growled in lustful appreciation. Jeff now looked even hotter than ever. Although not an extreme amount, it was obvious that Jeff was still continuing to put on weight. His little meaty stomach had seemed to solidify and push itself out more, forming a genuine little gut under his handsome pecs. The protrusion of it was quite clear, especially from the side, where the overall width of Jeff could be fully appreciated alongside the more developed ass on him. It was clear that he hadn’t been on a treadmill in quite some time.

Jeff had been right, the house had been undervalued, but even the rough quotes he was coming up with to do the place up seemed too good to be true. “But, this is at least three months’ work!” Greg gasped when he saw the ridiculously low amount Jeff was asking for to do it all.

“Well, truth is, I’m a little hard up at the moment. I need the work,” Jeff finally shrugged. “Never get married,” he sighed. “The divorce is unbelievably expensive!”

Greg offered his sympathies, although he couldn’t say he was all that surprised. However, it was exactly these types of cases where Greg also excelled, and he was soon launching into a pep talk to Jeff, explaining that he shouldn’t sell himself short just because he was a little strapped for cash. “I bet there are loads of ways we could make your business more profitable,” he went on, getting carried away. That old need to help Jeff wherever he could was always there. Now, as an accountant and business consultant, he really could offer something to the man that most people couldn’t.

“I can’t afford to hire someone else!” Jeff scoffed as he and Greg looked over his books a few nights later.

“You’ll get jobs done faster and it means you can take on bigger projects,” Greg pressed on, having researched, in some detail, the business model he felt would work best for Jeff. “Find someone young and cheap. Someone just getting started. Then you can train them up and give them the sort of opportunity that you would have wanted, back in the day.”

Jeff hadn’t been convinced, but by the end of their second rental project together, another young guy, called Sam, had joined Jeff’s new team. Young, lanky and fresh-faced, the eighteen year old Sam had been surprisingly keen and dedicated to the opportunity he had been given. During that last week, the two of them had worked with incredible speed to get the house finished in time for a new tennant to take the place. That was even with the sweltering summer heat that boiled the rooms like an oven.

Greg, who had been getting twitchy about the looming completion date, had been there every day, restocking the guys’ supplies and checking on progress. Overcome with the heat, a sweaty Jeff had been strutting around without a shirt for most of the week, sipping on the bottomless supplies of soda Greg provided. That firm, ball-like gut on the guy had come such a long way since Greg had first met the man eight years ago. His belly button had some real depth to it; a ripple of fat rolling through his love handles as he plodded lethargically about. It was clear that whatever Greg had assumed to be pecs hadn’t been so for quite some time. In reality, Jeff’s chest was surprisingly coated in fat; his nipples just about to beome more pointed and supple. In this state of undress, it was obvious how the fat was starting to wrap itself around Jeff’s body, spreading itself all over and softening the once athletic physique. Then there was that sweaty sheen all over his skin, the musky lure of an overfed man, hard at work. In other words, Greg had never been more aroused in his entire life.

By taking on Jeff’s financial work, Greg and Jeff were now in regular contact. Despite having so much knowledge on all things to do with building and repair work, Jeff had been missing out on so many opportunities to reduce his annual tax bill by simply just not knowing what he was entitled to. Jeff had been so grateful when his tax return came back in that he’d offered to take on a couple of days repair work at one of Greg’s properties, free of charge.

“I didn’t know you were hiring someone new?” Greg asked, stopping by to pick up some papers from Jeff as they worked on a project in the next town. He tried not to be distracted, watching Jeff eating his enormous sandwich as they returned to his truck for a second. The sight of Jeff eating had always done it for him; those enormous mouthfuls, the way he ripped into things and swallowed it all down with such speed. Back when he was so strapping and lean, it had seemed manly and purposeful. Now, however, it had been unmasked as pure, beautful greed.

“Well, things are going pretty well,” Jeff nodded. He’d developed a stoutness to him and a way of carrying himself that clearly identified him as the boss. His boyishness had gone entirely and the spherical bulge in his stomach seemed to be marching ever onwards. “Sam and I can’t handle all the work we’ve got coming in. Plus, Sam’s not quite as agile as he used to be.” With that, he nodded over at the worker, busily shoveling sand into the mixer. It was obvious what Jeff was referring to; the flabby looking love handles that were sneaking out of Sam’s tight t-shirt and the sweaty butt crack that was coming into view.

“I’m guessing you’ve not had a healthy influence on him then?” Greg joked.

“It seems not,” Jeff agreed, shaking his head with slight disapproval at the wider butt on his employee. “That’s exactly what his mom says as well. I mean, I know I overeat,” he admitted, rubbing his large stomach and ripping into even more of his sandwich. “I have a taste for pretty much everything that’s not good for me. But I was still pretty fit when I was his age,” he grumbled. “Anyway, the new guy seems to be working out well. He’s Sam’s younger brother, so I sort of know what I’m getting.”

Greg nodded, slipping his hand into his pocket to hold down the boner that he knew could potentially press itself against the crotch of his pants. He took the papers he needed and headed back to his car, trying to distract his mind, factoring in the new costs for Jeff’s growing business.

It was amazing how many people seemed to actively try to make Greg feel like a failure for reaching his early thirties and remaining single. He’d stayed fit and toned, so there was certainly no reason why people thought he should still be on his own. Sure, he’d had plenty of flings, but he had never been captured or overcome with love by any of the men he had dated. In fact, it was only ever Jeff who seemed to celebrate being a bachelor, and his enthusiasm for not being tied down in life was almost infectious. Everything he did seemed to be a celebration of being divorced: the way he ate what he wanted on site all day and how he didn’t care how scruffy he looked. He grinned, telling Greg that he was heading home to drink his beer, order take-out and sit on his ass all night watching football; as if he was living the dream.

At some point, Jeff had crossed the point from which he had been simply stout and overweight, to becoming something much more. Perhaps it was the sheer size of his stomach that had changed things; the way he carried the fat around his neck, or the total absence of the muscle that had once dominated his body. Maybe it was the way he walked now, or the constant presence of something tasty in his hands. It could have been the awkward fit of his clothes, or the width of his under exercised butt. But, whatever it was, it seemed like Jeff had become a very large man indeed. No matter the time of year, he wore sweat shorts that showed off his large calf muscles, well used to carrying around his hefty bulk. The lower sections of his belly frequently crept into view when he worked, along with his deep, always sweaty butt crack.

Jeff’s team had grown, in more ways than one. With Greg’s business advice and investment, the big man now hired a team of four other guys. Sam, who had been with him the longest, had become remarkably flabby and soft-looking, as had his younger brother. The two other guys hired by Jeff were both older and with more skills to bring to the business. They were both married and in their early thirties. When Greg had met them initially, he had been surprised by how much their athletic bodies contrasted and highlighted how large and obese their boss had become. Now, however, even they seemed to be getting rather thick around their middles; as if simply working with greedy Jeff led to an inevitable weight gain.

“These books are looking very healthy!” Greg smiled, seeing how much money Jeff’s blossoming business was taking in; even with the very generous wages he paid his workers.

Jeff nodded, chewing on his third doughnut from the box that Greg would always remember to bring with him whenever he met up with Jeff each month. He knew full well that there would not be a single one left within ten minutes, and that he would probably have to hide his crotch as a result. The big man had arrived, showing off his enormous new truck which he hadn’t yet littered with take-out cartons and boxes, nor dirtied with mud and dust.

“So where do we go next?” Jeff asked, mumbling with his mouth full. “All I seem to do these days is price up quotes for people. It’s insane how much work is coming in.”

“Well, that’s exactly what we want,” Greg smiled keenly. “The business needs to evolve like this now. We’re hiring more guys, so it’s time for you to become more of the overseer of things. And, maybe in a few months, we could even hire someone to take over the admin around these quotes for you.”

“Jeez!” Jeff chuckled. “I already take home more money than I ever anticipated each month and now it sounds like I’m going to be able to sit on my fat ass full time!”

“Well, that’s my plan!” Greg smiled, delighted with how far he had helped Jeff take his business in the seven years since he had worked as the business manager. “We want to make sure this company gives you a solid income for years to come and allow you some time to enjoy yourself a little more.”

Jeff paused for a moment. “You know, no one has ever done more for me than you have,” he stated. Greg had been the first person he’d asked to invest in his business and their fifty/fifty shared ownership had been nothing but harmonious. “Your house was the first major project I took on when I was nineteen. I never imagined that we would still be working together after all these years. You’ve really looked after me.”

Greg smiled at the sentiment. “We look after each other,” he offered in return. “You’ve trusted me every step of the way. There’s no way I would have all this,” he explained, looking around the plush office space he occupied, “without all the business clients you sent my way over the years.”

Jeff seemed to consider Greg’s comments. “Yeah, I guess you could say that we have each other’s backs,” he nodded in agreement. Then he smiled at Greg; his friend and best adviser. It was an affection that neither of them had ever before encountered in their work lives.

Having spent the majority of his adult life alone, Greg knew that the time had come for him to settle down with someone. As much as he listened to Jeff going on and on about how delighted he was to be living the single life, the reality for Greg was… loneliness. He felt like Ebenezer Scrooge, counting up his money and coming home to a cold, empty house every evening. For the first time ever, he accepted a work acquaintance’s offer to set him up on a blind date and, when that went well, he suddenly found himself slowly rolling into a real relationship for the first time since he was in his early twenties.

On paper, Steve was the perfect guy for him, sharing all of his interests and sense of humour. He was attractive, athletic, being of a similar age, in his mid thirties, and very much financially stable. Everyone in Greg’s life found him to be delightful. They commented on how well suited they both were, how Greg had seemed to come to life whenever Steve was around. And, for the most part, Greg absolutely agreed, even though he knew that spark hadn’t been there for him initially. In fact, within Greg’s entire circle, there was only one person who didn’t seem to approve of Steve…

“That fat asshole tried to call over and see you before,” Steve grumbled, putting away some of the things Greg had brought back from the supermarket. “Something about how he’s sorted the new digger,” he went on. “Why he couldn’t just message you, I have no idea.”

“He drives by here on the way home,” Greg explained. “He finds it easier to just call in and let me know things like that. I hope you were polite?” he asked, warningly.

“I was… courteous,” Steve considered. “It’s hard though. As soon as he saw it was me answering the door he pulled this face and rolled his eyes. I’ve never come across someone so fucking rude in my entire life!” “He wouldn’t have meant to be rude,” Greg tried. “He was probably just tired.”

“Oh, I’m sure he was tired,” Steve agreed. “I think anyone would be exhausted lugging that massive gut of his around all day.” He shuddered in disgust. “It was even hanging out a little from the bottom of his t-shirt today. Like… does the guy never look in a mirror? Still, at least he was wearing a shirt today, I guess,” he mumbled, pretending to suppress the urge to gag.

Greg grumbled inside. Steve was so great in many different ways, however he seemed to have a strange, zero-tolerance towards those he considered to be not looking after themselves. “Maybe this is why Jeff isn’t very fond of you,” Greg replied, deciding not to be upset that two of the most important guys in his life looked set to clash for the rest of their lives.

“How’s the jerk?” Jeff asked, leaning back against the kitchen cupboard of an empty house he had brought Greg over to see as a potential new acquisition for their shared property rental empire. “You haven’t asked him to move in yet, have you? You know that’s just a slippery slope?”

Greg sighed. He was sick of feeling like the go-between. “We’re not moving in together,” he stated reassuringly for Jeff. He listened a little longer as Jeff explained how rude Steve had been to him the last time they had to be in the room together. It was the complete opposite of the story as told by Steve, but Greg had long since given up trying to work out which of them was lying; deciding that they both exaggerated and stretched the truth. “Look, I know you don’t like Steve and that’s not going to change. But… isn’t it enough for you that I love him?”

Jeff’s face filled with an unexpected smile. “I would be totally on-board if I believed that you loved him. Believe me, I’d be backing you one hundred percent if I thought that was the case.”

“But I do love him,” Greg shot back. “We’ve been together almost a year.”

Jeff shook his head in complete refusal. “No… I’ve seen you in love. I remember how you were when I first met you. You were besotted with Bill in a way that I’ve never seen with anyone else before.”

“I was a naive twenty-one year old!” Greg chuckled back. “Of course I was head over heels in love with the guy.”

“So, what? Now we’re older we don’t get to have those feelings anymore? Now you just have to settle for Mr Generic?”

“He’s not generic!” Greg sighed, sick of hearing Jeff using that word to describe his boyfriend.

“I remember thinking what a lucky guy Bill was. The way you looked at him like he was the centre of your universe. Even when I saw Bill getting fatter and fatter, you were still all over him. You didn’t care about any of his faults, you just loved him for who he was; completely. I thought that I would get that when I got married. But, no, I just got nagged to death and put on one insane diet after another. You never would have done that with Bill.”

“No, but… all couples have different priorities,” Greg tried to reason. “I really don’t think you should use that one experience as a reason to be on your own for the rest of your life.”

“I’m fat, super-greedy and extemely lazy,” Jeff stated bluntly, rubbing his giant stomach at the same time. “When I was younger, I used to think the gym was the best place on Earth. Now I order take-out at least five times a week, I can eat an entire cheesecake to myself in one sitting, currently weigh over 420lbs and dislike most forms of exercise. Who is going to look at me and not want to change any of those things?”

Greg stood silent for a moment. Perhaps it was his weariness at the whole situation that made his inhibitions retreat, but after eighteen years of lusting after Jeff, perhaps it was no surprise. Jeff was right. He didn’t love Steve. Not in the way he had loved Jeff for all these years. “I wouldn’t,” he whispered.”I’d love you no matter what.”

Jeff held Greg’s stare, seeming to appreciate the momentousness of what had been said. He inhaled, then sighed, shaking his head. “I think we’re both just tired,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought Steve up. Let’s just check in tomorrow to make a decision about this place,” he rambled, already starting to walk away; the shoddy floorboards creaking under his massive bulk.

Greg looked down, feeling more dejected than he had even been in his entire life.

“Let’s have a working lunch and thrash out how we want to approach the house purchase,” a surprisingly upbeat Jeff announced, coming into Greg’s office the next day. It was clear from his appearance that he wasn’t working with the other guys that morning, dressed as he was in an overly tight shirt that he clearly hadn’t had the opportunity to wear in the last fifty pounds or so. “Come on. What do you say? I am your most important business partner after all.”

Greg smiled, relieved that Jeff was putting in an effort to make him feel at ease after his confession the evening before. Jeff didn’t need to ask him to cancel his other appointments; Greg would have done anything to settle their awkwardness; absolutely anything.

“I love this place,” Jeff smiled, inhaling the grease in the air and looking around at the dated decor as they sat beside each other at the main counter. “I come here all the time. It’s the best food going.”

Greg couldn’t exactly see the appeal as he looked around the haggard looking restaurant and felt the greasy countertop under his fingertips. “If you love it, I love it,” he smiled, pleased to see Jeff looking so in his element.

“What do you think I should order?” the big man asked Greg, passing over the large laminated menu; the drinks section partially obscured by dried tomato sauce.

As soon as Greg started reading, he could see why Jeff loved it so much here. He started listing off the things he knew Jeff loved and found the fat man’s enthusiasm starting to rub off on him. He poured through the side orders and had suddenly constructed a large combination of dishes that he believed Jeff would enjoy that lunchtime.

“You really think I can eat all that?” Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow.

Greg scoffed. “Who are you kidding?” he chuckled. “That’s a light snack for you!”

At that, Jeff smiled too. A large, broad and genuine smile that filled his fattened, rounded face. “This is Greg, my business manager,” he explained later to an older waitress who came over to collect their order. It seemed that she knew Jeff extremely well from his many visits here, and she showed a genuine interest in meeting Greg. “Marla’s been here for years,” Jeff went on, smiling with affection towards the older lady, as if she had become a long lost mother figure for him.

“Jeff is my favourite customer,” the lady smiled back, putting her thin arm over Jeff’s broad back and rubbing it briefly. She didn’t bat an eyelid at the amount of food he was ordering and seemed to know exactly how the obese glutton would want it all cooked.

“Marla’s great!” Jeff went on after the lady had disappeared into the kitchens. “I used to come here after the gym, even before I got married.”

“Wow, she really has known you a long time!” Greg agreed.

“After I got married, I used to come here a lot more of course, just to get out of the house.”

“That sounds stressful.”

Jeff nodded. “That was when I first started putting on weight. My wife used to hate that. She would point it out all the time to me; try to embarrass me in front of her friends. In the end, I stopped caring. I ate what I wanted just to piss her off. Fuck the six pack and the jawline! What’s the point in making yourself miserable in denying yourself the things that you enjoy?”

“I quite agree,” Gred nodded. He had always found Jeff’s enormous appetite and attitude towards eating whatever he liked to be such an attractive quality.

“It’s quite thrilling you know,” Jeff continued, even as Greg expected him to change the conversation. “Putting on so much fat after training so hard in the gym; losing all that definition… It was quite a change for me.”

“Yeah, I remember…” Greg agreed, remembering how much more attracted he had felt to Jeff once the weight had started to pile on and transform him.

“You can spend months in the gym just trying to pack on just a tiny bit of muscle. But you can gain fat and find your pants don’t fit in just a matter of weeks. I’ve seen it time and time again with all the guys I’ve hired over the years.”

Greg chuckled and nodded in agreement. He’d certainly witnessed that first hand as well.

“I guess, what I’m trying to say is… I kinda like being this way,” Jeff admitted, rubbing his large gut tenderly. “And… if I was to ever be with someone again, I would, sort of, want them to enjoy me being this way too.”

A natural pause came in the conversation when some of Jeff’s dishes already started arriving. Greg simply adored the way the fat man’s face lit up when surrounded by food, and he chuckled with admiration.

“Have you ever told Steve how big your ex-boyfriend used to be?” Jeff asked next.

“That was… over fifteen years ago!” Greg mumbled in reply.

“So… that’s a ‘no’ then,” Jeff shot back, sounding disappointed as he threw in another forkful of food.

“I don’t think Steve would… understand,” Greg went on, suddenly feeling very awkward indeed.

“That’s because he’s an asshole,” Jeff stated frankly, pulling no punches. “He’s a sizist. He looks at me like I’m a piece of shit.” He exhaled, grumpily, seemingly cross with Greg. “You should have told him about Bill; about how you like bigger guys. It pisses me off so much that you’re even with a guy like that!”

“Why? What does all that even matter to you?” Greg asked, perplexed and feeling as if he had suddenly been cornered.

“Because you told me last night that if you and I were together, you wouldn’t try to change me!” he roared, sounding as if this had been pressing against his very large chest for a long, long time. “You told me that you would let me be exactly who I am. Yet, there you are, living with a boring guy who you’re not even attracted to and letting him get away with his snide little comments about fat guys like me. You haven’t told him that you’re attracted to larger men because you think it’s weird; because you know he will judge you for it. But I need someone who is all in on this one,” he finished, grabbing a wedge of his belly fat and jiggling it. “Being fat is who I am now.”

Greg exhaled, his heart beating faster than it ever had in his whole life. He felt hurt, confused and deeply misunderstood. “You’re only saying all this because I never told you what actually happened between Bill and I. You seem to be under the impression that I had some sort of epic love affair with him.” He sighed, deciding it was time to say it out loud at long last. “Bill left me all those years ago because I used to overfeed him,” he began to explain. “I tried to convince myself that I couldn’t help it; that I was just spoiling him and loving him too much. But, the truth was, I was enjoying seeing him getting fatter. I liked witnessing his belly growing and being responsible for it. I remember, I even used to put cream in his coffee and butter-up everything I cooked for him. I was… a selfish dick. I was a monser!” he sighed. “And it came back to bite me in the ass. In the end, Bill knew he had to get away from me. That’s why I’ve stayed single all these years. I was ashamed. You’re the only one who has ever brought it out in me since. I only allowed myself to spoil you when you were first getting fat. I made sure you were pumped full of soda and snacks whenever you worked for me. I’ve tried my best to keep a lid on it all this for years. That’s why I have never told Steve about what I did. That’s why I’m even settling for a guy like him.”

Jeff shrugged, heaving a great sigh and lowering his voice, becoming calm and relaxed. “But that’s just it. I don’t want someone who keeps a lid on things.” He turned slightly on the stool and put his large hand on Greg’s thigh. “I want you to be completely yourself with me; like you were with Bill. And, when I get fatter - which I will do,” he smirked. “I want us both to enjoy that.”

Greg smiled and rested his hand on top of Jeff’s, delighted that the man did not recoil, but grabbed it and held it lovingly. “You mean that?” he asked, overwhelmed with the turn of events.

Jeff nodded. Greg suddenly realised that the look of respect and admiration in Jeff’s eyes was actually love. Unbeieveably, Jeff wanted this as much as he did.

“May I touch your belly?” Greg asked, suddenly overcome with lust for the situation and opportunity he found himself in.

Jeff smiled and leaned back; looking around to check if anyone could see them in the incredibly quiet restaurant. Then he lifted his shirt a few inches, grabbed Greg’s hand and made it pinch the blubber that had flowed over the waistband of his pants.

Greg moaned. He couldn’t help himself, and Jeff chuckled, looking around; grinning like they were both naughty school children. “Want to make it bigger?” he asked playfully, seeing Marla approaching them with another of Jeff’s dishes.

Greg nodded and instinctively knew what he was to do. “Can we get some more cheesy fries and another chocolate fudge milkshake for Jeff?” he asked Marla. “Oh, and some more chicken wings.”

Marla took the order and trotted away. Jeff’s eyes were dancing with delight, his smile wider than Greg had ever seen it. As much as the guy had protested about loving the single life, it was clear in that moment that he had actually been waiting a very long time for someone to embrace this hidden side of him.

“Did I do okay?” Greg asked playfully.

“I think you’ll do just nicely,” Jeff agreed, leaning in for their very first kiss.

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Ummm..Just some Sweetheart ideas where 141 + more bring to her a club and she’s like “OHH THIS IS MY SONG~!” And brings one one of the guys to dance all over them and all the other are jelly over that person while Sweetheart barely notices and brings the whole group in to dance with her.

Either that..

Or them watching Sweetheart workout :D

Love your stories by the way, w-would respectfully die for your writing lol.

Aww thank you so much!! So sorry this took long 😔 that shadowban really pushed my ass back 😪

Sweetheart ALWAYS drags Soap and Gaz on the dance floor first, cause she knows they're gonna dance with her. The rest of the boys just watch for any danger surrounding her. Like HAWKS

Krueger, like the obsessed weirdo lover he is, reaalllyyy dislikes how sandwiched she is between Soap and Gaz. They look like they want to eat her and Soap's face is almost pushed up against her chest cause of how tall she is- especially in heels omg (Krueger will skin him if he feels it)

Ghost could kinda care less-- how her hips are swaying to the beat is fucking hypnotic. König and Roach are kinda embarrassed to watch her dance. It's too ✨️erotic✨️ for them LMAO Alex is drunk, so he gets up and goes to dance with them

Price went home. So--

All in all everyone had a good time 💀

- ♡ -

Now the men watching Sweetheart work out... WHEEEEWWWW IT MAKES THEM FEEL A CERTAIN WAY YA FEEL ME??

They wish she shows more skin- like her arms or maybe her legs. But she always wears long sleeve athletic wear and leggings (which show off her ass perfectly so they ain't complaining too much) why do yall think she wears long clothing all the time? Let me see your thoughts 🤔 🧠🤯🤯

And yk my girl STRONK AS SHIT-- DOIN SQUATS WHILE LIFTLING 450lbs ISTG IT MAKES EM WEAK IN THE KNEEESSS

Slim thicc sleeper build on point babes 💅✨️LOLL

Gaz almost tripped while he was running when he saw Sweetheart stretch (he had to waddle to the bathroom)

Ghost helps spot her everytime. He loves feeling the warmth emit from her body (and my god she smells heavenly)

OMG one time, Sweets was gonna practice punching and all of Task Force was gonna watch her (this was waayyy before they knew she can fight, and it was just the original four) so she ties her hair back and wraps her hands. Soap was quite cocky back in the day🧓 (he still is) so he's thinking she ain't really gonna do nothing, Ghost is gonna have to help her build strength and shi

So she gets in her stance and taps the punching bag first. Then all hell breaks loose

THAT FIRST PUNCH WAS SO LOUD ITS LIKE A BOMB WENT OFF-- AND IT STAYED THAT LOUD EVERYTIME SHE PUNCHED THE BAG

The bag was literally swinging and trembling every time. Other rookies and soldiers come around to see wtf is happening and everyone is impressed and scared (THEY DONT WANNA GET PUNCHED) long story short, Ghost didn't have to teach her anything and Soap kept quiet

(Price was just this 😳 and gaz was this😟)

#task force 141 x reader #taskforce 141 #cod fanfic #modern warfare x reader #modern warefare ii #modern warfare headcanons #cod headcanons #mw 2 #black fem reader #cod oc #141 sweetheart #hunter's ask lounge ☕️

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Alice, first of all let's get the formalities out of the way. Insert whatever sexually charged threat you like here. Now I'm nosy can I hear about your DnD character?

My D&D character is a 6’9”, 450lb magically created war robot made out of hardwood, stone and occasional bits of metal. He’s a bard because he was created as part of an army, specifically as its piper. The bagpipes are functionally part of his body and sound like a jet engine spooling up. He has no memory of his creation or of any others like him, but his serial number (and name) is 0000002, which suggests the existence of at least one other. He has spent the past 100 years wandering the earth searching and playing occasional gigs in pubs or busking.

Oh also, his eyes are made of crystal and they kind of flicker like the read/write light on a computer when he thinks. I love him.

#DnD #D&D #OC

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aparticularbandit · 2 months

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Oh right I remembered something that I think falls into the whole 'Danganronpa doesn't understand how bodies work', but this time it's for Marvel.

This is Kingpin from Spider-Man. Also from Daredevil, he might be more known for that nowadays but he was originally a Spider-Man villain and still is, really. BUT ANYWAY

This man is 450lbs.

And only 2% of that is fat.

I MEAN.

YOU AREN'T WRONG.

but i also like. comics aren't even trying to be realistic body standards. also superheroes and supervillains and mutations and things!

danganronpa's supposed to be real people. in the real world. mostly. my suspension of disbelief is different? (especially because for all that the proportions in dr are. not great, none of them are as bad as junko. (except growth spurt hiyoko, but i blame that on the growth spurt, i've seen that happen.)

#musings #bandit answers questions #cobaltstarling #meanwhile i did not know that about kingpin #...i don't think i read enough into spider-man to get to him #i don't think i knew about the body fat stuff #HUH #but also marvel comics gives us wolverine who got spliced up all the way down to an atom and still regenerated #i don't expect marvel to hold to actual bodies #....#i'm not going to talk about the female body as used in comics; i'm not gonna do it

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therealieblog · 2 years

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Fatphobia Harms Thin People Too

This might be something of an unpopular opinion, but I believe that fatphobia harms thin people to a very large degree. Yes, thin people evade many of the judgments and disadvantages fat people face in a fatphobic society, but when you stop to think about it, the strict standards of beauty and thinness we all struggle under affects thin people in some very significant ways.

Take me for example. I started dating my first real boyfriend when I was 18 or 19, and fell madly in love with him. Looking back at photos of me from that time, I was a thin person. I am almost 5′7, and back then, probably weighed 160lbs? What I remember distinctly though is believing that I was too fat. I remember my boyfriend at the time saying “Don’t worry about being overweight. I’ll tie a chain around your waist and tie the other end to my car and take you jogging.” OK, I promise you, he wasn’t a total asshole. He was actually a pretty cool guy, but that was a horrible comment, and said to someone who was for all intents and purposes FUCKING THIN. Here’s a photo of me from around that time. Please excuse the imaginative face-blocking spray paint.

what exactly was he talking about? Why did I consider myself a “fat girl” or an “overweight girl” when I so clearly was not? It’s because fatphobia, diet culture and insane body standards made me, someone who looked like the girl in that photo, believe she was “too fat.” WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

With the exception of the time I dieted myself down to a very thin size, I remember always thinking of myself as fat. Even when I wasn’t, and this is why terms like “overweight” have lost all meaning. OVER WHAT WEIGHT EXACTLY? Thin women and men who gain five pounds are overweight. People who weigh 450lbs are overweight. So are people who weigh 130. It is meaningless.

I believe that most thin people live in fear of someday becoming fat. They see the way fat people are looked at, talked about and perceived in the world around them and in the media. They’ve probably received a lot of praise for having the body they do, and are aware that if they eat “too much” (also totally subjective and highly individual) they might become one of those unforgivable, unwanted, unhealthy fat people.

Thinness is so extremely subjective. And the standard of thinness we hold in western and first world countries is INSANE. I know many, many very thin people that cannot stop talking obsessively about the number of calories they eat in a day, or how they need to “lose a little weight” because their stomachs pooch out like 1/1300000th of an inch. It’s insanity, and really no one is free from it. If you grew up with a television in your household and you went to school, and watched movies and had friends who enjoyed popular culture, you were probably spoon fed fatphobic, diet culture bullshit from your earliest memory.

So you see, thin people are anything but exempt from diet culture. They can only rest easily if they remain very very slender. Otherwise they risk many of the judgments and fatphobic rhetoric experienced by a wide range of people, including people like that clearly thin girl in the photo above. It isn’t just “obviously” fat people who deal with paranoia, anxiety and insulting comments about weight. It’s virtually anyone who isn’t super model thin.

#fatphobia #diet culture #thin people suffer from fatphobia too

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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

So my 5 facts requested by the wonderful @sheepiling, are going to be about young Guy Thomas Robinson there. We are going to keep it in the post transformation phase.

Guy weighs about 450lbs since the transformation. Due to the density of his muscles and body tissues increasing exponentially.

Guy is stronger than even his father was in his prime. Guy can bench about 5500lb of weight. Which pretty much makes him the physically strongest man on the world presently. This figure is without any strength training done on his part. The only one stronger than Guy, is Kali. As she is using isotope 10 as oppose to him, which is 9.5

Guy's intelligence is not boosted by Isotope, its all natural built in awesome brain.

Guy, despite his new body, is still a massive nerd and total geek. He loves all the sci fi out there, and he especially likes Star Wars and the Terminator franchises as his two personal favourites.

He is not over Francine...

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achubbydumpling · 2 years

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A Little Extra: Too Fat For Furniture

Rating: Explicit Words: 1419 Pairing: None just Lee Additional Tags: Extreme Weight Gain, Mobility Struggles, Breaking Furniture, Diets (mentioned), but Lee doesn't lose any weight

[on AO3]

After getting shot and nearly bleeding out in a remote forest in the middle of nowhere Lee was less than eager to return to work. In his absence, one of his former deputies had campaigned to be elected Sheriff. Of course, he'd won.

Lee had been bitter the first few weeks, but slowly the blessing in disguise had revealed itself. Suddenly, Lee was to be pitied instead of hated. His poor sister and that terrible incident with the Russel boy.

It was like the whole town had forgotten about any of his unsavoury business from Before. Obviously, Lee took advantage of that.

It started when his neighbour brought over a pie.

"I know you boys don't cook well. I wouldn't want you starving after that tragedy!"

Lee was perfectly capable of feeding himself, but he wasn't about to decline free dessert.

"Aw, thank you, Ms Smith. You didn't have to but… yeah, you know what? I have been having some difficulty readjusting, you know?" Lee tacked on an awkward laugh for full effect, and it worked like a charm.

Ms Smith's expression softened, and she patted him on the shoulder.

"I know it's difficult. You know when my husband died…"

Listening to her blabber about her husband got on Lee's nerves quickly, but she promised to bring by some more food tomorrow.

With that, the flood gates were opened.

The whole town must've heard about what Lee said because they all came flocking to his house carrying platters and platters of food. Even after a month, a few stubborn souls stuck around to make sure he was well-fed. And it sure was showing.

He'd never been skinny or anything, but the bit of pudge around his middle blossomed into a full-on gut. A heavy ball that sat on his thighs and pushed out into his lap more with every day.

Lee made a few half-assed attempts at losing the weight.

No beer before bed or no desserts after dinner, but he rarely stuck with it longer than a week and any weight he did lose came back double or triple the week after that.

'Well-fed' quickly turned into 'fat'. Lee was slowly encroaching on a size that he hadn't ever seen on other people.

On one memorable call, he'd had to help a man weighing double what he did back then out of his tub. The guy had to have been 400lbs, maybe even closer to 450lbs.

Lee had crossed 300lbs after eight months of consistent feeding. After a year he was pushing closer to 350lbs than 300lbs, but he ended the year without crossing that boundary just yet.

Seeing that number on the scale shocked Lee back into dieting for two whole weeks. Food piled up in his fridge and freezer as he valiantly tried to stick to tiny portions. It all culminated in a two-day binge that ended with Lee pinned to his sofa.

He'd never really understood how someone could struggle to get to his feet, but he learned then. No matter how much he tried, his stomach hurt too much. His bloated belly got in the way and his puffy arms couldn't get any leverage on the battered sofa.

Lee had done a number on the sofa. A deep dent into the left side where he usually sat to watch TV (or stuff his face more frequently now). The small dining table had quickly gotten too uncomfortable for his growing gut and eventually, one of the foldable chairs had given out under his heft.

He'd struggled just to get up from the floor again. It was a humbling experience but with food still, on the table, Lee didn't think too much about it and just moved to the living room. Not like he could break his sofa, right?

Wrong.

It did take until Lee reached over 400lbs. His rickety, old sofa just wasn't made for this weight constantly torturing it. Sitting down normally had just gotten too much work and one of the supporting slats broke with a loud crack when Lee let himself fall down.

While it scared the hell out of Lee, he'd reached a sort of breaking point. There wasn't any use in losing weight now, right? And he'd surely plateau at some point. So, he still ate his breakfast.

Food deliveries had petered out a while ago. Once he'd really blown up no one wanted to keep feeding the fat (ex)-Sheriff, but his pension was good enough to keep up with his habit. He didn't need money for much else.

400lbs turned into 450lbs without him really noticing. Lee didn't think it was possible to gain 50lbs without so much as a creeping suspicion but sure enough, his (new) scale wasn't lying. His clothes were getting tighter too, but Lee had had enough foresight to get something with a bit more room.

A lot more room actually because his clothes held up until 500lbs. That's when the weight really hit him. He'd been struggling with lots of little things so far and slowly decreasing stamina, but it was like he'd crossed a magic boundary from being able to still do most things to struggling for breath while he was sitting on his ass (to eat another meal).

Things started getting really scary when Lee felt both sides of his sofa brushing his sides. No matter how he sat his wide hips and thick love handles were always brushing the sofa's arms.

Of course, that didn't slow a proper glutton down.

If anything, Lee increased his food intake. Some subconscious realisations that he was cutting his life short with every additional pound he gained, every hour he spent on his ass instead of exercising and every single, greasy bite he shoved past his lips. So, of course, he needed to make the best of the time he had left.

Lee committed to his lifestyle of hedonism, not just food-wise, but also by overindulging in his drinking, spending his pension instead of saving anything and getting even lazier. Most of his days were spent inside, but occasionally, he longed for a change of scenery and undertook the laborious trek outside.

Walking had become increasingly difficult, and his gait had turned into a shuffling waddle. The heavy bag on his shoulder didn't make it easier, but he couldn't imagine sitting outside without something to snack on and a few drinks.

Just lifting his feet exhausted him and his joints screamed at him with every lumbering step. But he made it out to the porch. It was a cool evening and Lee sighed when the breeze cooled his overheated skin.

However, that moment of relief wasn't enough to cut through the pain of walking and standing. He spotted the porch swing not too far away. He hadn't been out here in a few months, so it looked a bit run down, but the wood looked sturdy enough. Surely, it could hold him. He dropped the bag full of food right in front of the swing.

Then, Lee tried to sit down as gently as possible but at his size that wasn't really an option. He crashed down onto the wooden bench and while it groaned underneath his weight, it held.

For a moment.

Just as Lee started to trust the construction of the porch swing and started to relax one of the chains to his right creaked with an ominous tone. A second later it snapped, and Lee was dumped to the ground.

The porch shook under the impact. Lee's first instinct was to get back to his feet, but the walk outside had exhausted him so much, that he took the opportunity to finally catch his breath.

Dread set in at the realization of how fat he'd let himself get. Every meal flashed before him, but before he could dwell on it the urgent need to breathe took over his mind again. Wheezing gulps of breath that still didn't seem to fill his lungs. His chest was too heavy for them to fully expand.

It took some time before he could concentrate on anything but breathing. Lee was still wheezing a bit now, but to his delight, he spotted the bag he'd nearly crushed. It was squished against his leg and Lee actually struggled a bit to reach around to grab a package of sugar cookies.

Once he crammed his mouth full of cookies all those negative thoughts vanished, and Lee fell back into the mindless consumption that had gotten him into this situation.

#Extreme Weight Gain #Mobility Struggles #Breaking Furniture #Diets (mentioned)#but Lee doesn't lose any weight tho #Get Beached #Get Beached 2022 #Too Fat for Furniture

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roseband · 2 years

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no longer afraid of my heart scans bc turns out my uncle's got what they're checking me for and it's so minor that no one had ever mentioned it to me before lol

#personal #also hes 6'2 and 450lbs so theres a lot of human to push blood thru #so if its fine on him if i have it too itll be fine on me #now im CERTAIN my connective tissue issues came from my moms side.... thanks mom lol #im just the only one who got ✨ muscular issues ✨ but its okay!!!#like actually now im not worried about anything (other than if they repeal aca ill like move to canada cuz otherwise oof)#and ill have a full diagnosis to actually not have issues getting more physio #cause my physio wanted me to have more pt than what my insurance wanted to cover last year for my hip dislocate ;^;#i am PHYSICALLY DRAGGING ms. ex dancer mom to my genetics visit #she has literally every single minor criteria other than one that i have checked off by my rheumy like???? ma maaaaaaa mooooom wtf???#its not normal to have recurring joint dislocations mmmmmaaaaaaaaaam wtf #like mommmmmmyyyy i love u but ACTUALLY WHAT THE FUCK

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This is Brandon. Brandon is a 2L (second year) student at a top tier law school. He is a very hard worker putting himself through law school alone. He survives off a diet of ramen and similar cheap foods and hardly gets enough of it. He weighs just 150lbs. He just scored an offer from a big law firm which means he gets to spend his summer between 2L and 3L as a summer associate at lawyer salary. He can’t wait to have enough money to survive.

After spending a summer with money, Brandon learned how much he loved fine cuisines and eating out. He was at cocktail parties and drinking and eating a lot too. He was shocked to see on the scale that he gained 60lbs from May to September. Ultimately he felt defeated as he had no time to work out and lose weight as a 3L law student. He grew a patchy beard to try to cover his double chin, but everyone knew that he got porky.

Throughout his last year as a student, he kept up the eating and burned through the money he saved during the summer. After graduating, he started work at the firm but couldn’t wait to get his first paycheck. He was in no position to buy a new suit and it stopped fitting him. He knew that there was no chance the coat would button. Brandon wasn’t shocked this time when he stepped on the scale and saw 270lbs. He knew he’d been eating and he had no time to burn it off. He thought now that he was graduated he would have the time. He was so wrong.

Brandon was working 70-80 hour weeks coming home exhausted and often ordered takeout to the firm’s office. Within just a few months he had crossed 300lbs. He had never had access to so much money or food especially with the last 3 years being borderline starving on 79 cent ramen cups from the campus vending machines. It was impossible to resist grabbing a bite when he could.

Before he knew it, Brandon had already outgrown all of his new suits. All of the other associates had put on a few pounds too and Brandon kept telling himself it was the same thing. The difference was the associates were maybe 20lbs heavier and had dad bods, and he was nearly 80lbs heavier coming close to 360lbs. He had never been heavier in his life and had never dreamed of being half the size he was. He was out of control. Not even 2 years ago, he was just under 200lbs.

It felt like everyday that Brandon would rip something, pop a button, or knock something over with his immense size and girth. He was getting really self conscious of his weight until one of the paralegals took a liking to him. At this point, Brandon was 32, single, unhappy with his body, well over 400lbs, and spending most of his life in the office. Brandon thought the paralegal was joking when he called him handsome. After whittling away at Brandon, he finally asked him out and they became boyfriends. His name was James.

Brandon knew something was up with him because whenever they were intimate, James would play with his belly and comment on his size. He would even dress up in Brandon’s massive suits and pants. It wasn’t until Brandon’s 33rd birthday when James brought a family sized cake to his apartment. Brandon thought maybe this was a surprise party and his friends were hiding in the other room, but James brought it with the intention to feed it all to him. Every time Brandon would eat a slice, James would spend a few seconds sucking him 0ff, but when he got somewhat close, would stop and wait until Brandon ate another slice. After two tiring hours, Brandon had finished the entire cake and finished HARD into James. Brandon spent the entire week thinking about how hot that interaction was and asked James to do it again.

Within weeks, this became the normal and Brandon and James had introduced food into their nightly routine and consequently Brandon began to pile on the pounds. This headshot of him at 450lbs was probably the last time he was able to close a suit around his girth. Now that James was appreciating him for his size, he didn’t hate how he looked anymore and embraced that he was the big guy in the firm. The other associates couldn’t recognize him from when he started working there.

Brandon and James have been dating for a few years now, and Brandon’s belly really showed for it. He was just over 520lbs and he loved it. He had to get a second seat on the plane when he traveled for work, learned the tricks to how to get a meal expensed and would get massive amounts of food expensed so he could outgrow his next suit. He looked forward to outgrowing clothes thanks to James.

At 38, Brandon made partner. He was at his heaviest as always but he was really struggling to stay mobile. Brandon was tipping scales at 660lbs and still happy with James. They were now engaged to be married and planning a wedding.

#ai chub #bhm #exjock #gainerart #gay belly #gay moobs #ssbhm belly #beer belly #gainer stories #gainer story #weight gain stories #male belly stuffing #male weight gain #male gainer #gaining kink #getting fat #weight gain

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feeder86 · 2 years

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Billy’s Bad Boy

“Good morning, Rob. The usual?” Billy asked with a smile, as his favourite customer waddled in: a giant, 450lb burly and handsome guy in his mid fifties, with a particular love of all Billy’s tasty treats.

“Yes please!” the greedy guy grinned, swallowing back saliva as he glanced at everything on offer.

If Rob had been gay and twenty years younger, Billy would have been after him for sure. The guy was so friendly and charismatic; supporting Billy as he worked his way up from owning a little mobile take-out truck, to the large premises he now inhabited in the middle of town. It hadn’t been easy to get the business up and running, but there was clearly a gap in the market for tasty snacks in this town, and Billy was sure going to fill it.

“Are you working out in this hot sun today, Rob?” Billy asked as he plated up Rob’s usual selection of cream-filled donuts. “You’d best have another one of these - on the house,” he winked flirtatiously at him as he put out another donut on the man’s loaded tray of food. “You’re going to need your energy!”

Rob smiled back, always enjoying the way Billy playfully flirted with him, despite Rob being happily married for thirty years. “You know, my pants don’t quite fit like they used to since I started coming here every day,” the big man joked, rubbing his large, deliciously rounded gut.

“Good! That’s exactly what I like to hear!” Billy nodded back. “You can buy new pants, but you can’t get donuts like mine anywhere else!”

Rob chuckled and mumbled in agreement. “Quite right,” he replied, handing over his card to pay.

“YOU NEED TO KEEP CONTROL OF THAT BOY OF YOURS, ROB PARRY!” shouted a sudden angry voice. “How can you live with yourselves? You need to put him on a fucking leash! He’s an animal! My husband’s car is a fucking wreck because of him!”

Billy turned and looked frantically at Fran, stood behind him, pointing an angry finger at Rob. “Fran!” he shouted, mortified that one of his employees was screaming at a customer. “Get back in the kitchen area, now!” he ordered.

Fran exchanged a few more bitter words at the man before she finally followed her instruction and slid back into the kitchen, every bit as angry as she had been when she burst out.

“I’m so sorry about that, Rob. I’ll be having a word with Fran. There’s no charge today,” he offered apologetically, handing back the payment card.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Rob countered, passing back his card to be charged. “My son’s been in trouble with the police again. I know he has a lot to answer for around here. He’s slowly becoming ‘Public Enemy Number One.’ Smashing up that car the other day is the least of it. Trust me, I’ve heard a lot worse than what Fran had to say in the last couple of years. I just don’t know what to do with him. I’m at the end of my tether.”

“Who is your son?” Billy asked, wondering why this was the first he’d heard about the renegade offspring. After all, Rob had been coming for donuts from him for a couple of years by now.

“Jensen Parry,” Rob sighed. “I’m sure you’ve heard the name about town before.”

“Jensen is your son?” Billy asked, hardly believing it. He certainly knew the name. Jensen had earned a somewhat notorious reputation for troublemaking, fighting and joyriding. Billy had been in the year below him in high school, before Jensen had been expelled in his final year, without graduating. There really was nothing about him that seemed in any way connected to Rob. Jensen was a smart-mouthed, arrogant jerk who worked his way from one bed to another with his pretty face and large-framed, overly muscular body; the bad boy that girls knew they should avoid, but never could; even if it was obvious to everyone that he was holding a one-way ticket to prison through all his wild antics.

“He’s not a bad lad,” Rob sighed. “He’s just a little lost. He hangs out with a rough crowd; guys he knows through his gym. But he’s always been easily led and he thinks his ridiculous behaviour is incredibly hilarious. I was exactly the same when I was younger; before I met my wife. I fell in love with her cooking and that was it for me!” he joked with a forced smile, whilst patting his oversized belly. “That’s all my Jensen needs; someone to love and calm him down a bit, in the same way my wife did with me.”

Billy nodded sympathetically at Rob. He couldn’t imagine how much stress it must have caused being the father of Jensen Parry. Despite Rob’s optimism, Billy was inclined to share the opinion of the rest of the town: Jensen was a lost cause.

A few weeks later, Billy was enjoying the opening night of the brand new bar across the street from his store. As a local entrepreneur, he was often invited along to events such as these, and he was more than happy to support local businesses where he could. The bar looked great, although the selection of alcohol on offer was perhaps a little mismatched with the clientele here in town.

“Jensen Parry has just barged his way in,” fretted the girl behind the bar, looking over Billy’s shoulder. “That’s the last thing we need on our opening night! I knew we should have hired someone on the door. He’s going to ruin everything!”

Billy looked back and saw the man they were so worried about, sneering as he looked around, knowing that he wasn’t invited. “Leave him to me,” Billy sighed after downing the last of his beer and standing up. Perhaps something was missing in Billy’s brain, but guys like Jensen didn’t intimidate him like they did most people. His parents had never been much use to him and so he’d learned the fine arts of charm and tact could get him a lot further in life than anything else could. It was how he had survived high school completely unscathed by guys like Jensen, and the reason why so many people came into his store on a regular basis. “Jensen! Hey, buddy!” he called out with his hand outstretched and ready to shake. “Long time, no see!”

“Do I know you?” Jensen asked; a little caught off guard by Billy’s friendliness; seemingly insulted by it perhaps.

“I was in the year below you in high school. But, trust me, buddy, everyone knew who you were!” he chuckled, patting Jensen on his broad back, as if congratulating him on a job well done. “You know, I was telling a friend of mine about the cafeteria stunt you pulled back in the day. She thought I was making it up! She didn’t believe a word of it!”

Jensen’s smirk was full of nostalgia and his suspicion of Billy seemed to be dissipating.

“Care for drink?” Billy asked. “I’d love to know how you did it.”

Jensen looked around, as if searching for a better offer, and finding none. “Sure. Why not?” he nodded, starting to head to the bar when Billy politely stopped him.

“Not here,” Billy whispered. “Shitty, overpriced cocktails are not really my thing. Let’s go somewhere we can get a proper beer.”

Clearly already a little intoxicated, Jensen nodded and started to leave the building, fine to go wherever in order to get a free drink. Billy looked back to see the girl behind the counter mouthing ‘thank you’ to him across the room; clasping her hands as if she had been praying.

Billy’s satisfaction at having lured Jensen out of the bar was soon spoiled by the fact that the security standing outside the next bar simply raised their hands and barred Jensen from entering. “You know you’re not allowed in here,” they explained gruffly. “Beat it!”

Jensen hurled back a barrage of expletives and on they walked to the next place, where, unfortunately, the same thing happened once again. Billy cringed to be seen with such a loud and openly aggressive guy; no less than two hundred and twenty pounds of giant muscle and taller than any of the security folks. More than once he thought Jensen might start using his fists to get what he wanted. But, even so, Billy still wanted to play his part and keep Jensen from going back to the cocktail bar and spoiling their opening night.

“I know somewhere we can go,” Billy stated, forcing a smile onto his face. He led Jensen back along the street to the front of his store and opened the door.

“This is your place?” Jensen asked, obviously surprised.

“It sure is,” Billy nodded. “Take a seat.”

“My dad talks about this place all the time,” Jensen mumbled, taking his seat as instructed. “I think your donuts are the reason why he’s so fucking fat!” he laughed.

“I know your dad,” Billy smiled, heading into the back for a couple of beers. “He’s a funny guy. And as much as I would love to take credit for how big your dad is, I’m pretty sure he was already enormous, even before he started coming in here every day!”

Jensen accepted his beer and chuckled back. “Yeah, dad’s always had a sweet tooth!” There was a warmth in his eyes, as if he truly did love and admire his dad, despite everything he was putting him through. “Mom overfeeds him. He’s like one of those fat, spoiled house cats to her!”

“Well, thanks in part to your dad’s sweet tooth, this place is turning into a little goldmine,” Billy joked, clinking his beer bottle with Jensen’s as if making a toast. “I’m looking into opening another store a few miles away. Then I’ll be able to fatten up a whole load of other folks, just like your dad!” he chuckled.

Jensen seemed a little restless and he was taking his beer down in long, gulping strides. Before Billy would know it, he’d be finished and out that door; back harassing the rest of the town in no time at all.

“You want to try some of the stuff I sell?” Billy asked, trying to hide his desperation to keep Jensen where he was. He didn’t wait for a response before he got up and headed to the kitchen area. “These are the ones your dad likes best,” he explained, returning at lightning speed, holding a plateful of donuts.

Jensen reached and took one, stuffing it into his mouth in the same way his father did. It was the first similarity between the pair of them that Billy had ever noticed. “So, how many calories are in these things?” Jensen asked suspiciously, taking his second helping.

Billy laughed to himself. “Oh… these things are absolutely PACKED full of calories!” he replied wickedly. “How else do you think I get them to taste so good? Just, keep it to yourself… I don’t want folks getting put off coming here! If they all gain a few pounds, that’s just too bad!” he teased.

“So you really weren’t kidding when you said you were fattening everyone up around here,” Jensen nodded with strange approval. Undeterred, he picked up the next donut and fed it into his mouth. Now that Billy was looking properly, the similarities between Jensen and his father really were quite striking.

Despite everything, Billy found that he had quite enjoyed his conversation with Jensen that night. After discussing school days, the conversation had turned to Jensen’s dad, since that was the only other connection they shared. It really seemed to Billy that Jensen looked up to his father in ways that most people wouldn’t be able to identify. And for that, Billy found that he actually quite liked the town’s ‘bad boy’ after all.

“How did Jensen’s court case go?” Billy asked a couple of months later as Rob came in for his morning coffee and donut.

“A suspended sentence with community service,” Rob sighed with relief. “We’re all so relieved the judge went so easy on him. Now he’s just got to keep his nose clean for two years,” he grumbled pessimistically.

“That’s excellent news!” Billy beamed, surprising himself with how much better he felt, knowing that Jensen wasn’t sitting in a prison cell right now.

“You’ve been a great help these last few weeks, you know,” Rob went on, looking with the utmost sincerity into Billy’s eyes. “He likes coming in here and having a chat with you. You’re one of the few people in town who actually bothers with him. It’s what he needs, you know; a level-headed friend. Not one of those stupid gym buddies of his. A bunch of jerks, every one of them!”

“Jensen’s a nice guy,” Billy nodded. “Sure, he’s made mistakes. But who hasn’t?”

“I’m glad you think so,” Rob smiled, looking around to see if anyone else was listening in. “Because I think you might be the key to keeping him out of trouble for the next few months.” With that, he reached into his deep pocket and brought out a thick wad of rolled up notes, passing them to Billy.

“Rob? What the hell is this?” Billy gasped, wanting to pass it back immediately.

“I know you give him free donuts and coffees when he comes in. You don’t have to do that and you shouldn’t be out of pocket because of it.”

“Well… that’s just… me being nice,” Billy mumbled. “But this is…” His eyes boggled at how much cash was in his hand still. “Rob, there’s no way he’s eaten enough for this amount of money.”

“No, I know that,” Rob admitted. “But the more time he’s in here with you, the less time he has out there, getting himself into trouble with the scum that he hangs around with.”

Billy tried to protest, but Rob was having none of it. And, not wanting to argue with his favourite customer, Billy eventually slipped the bundle of notes into his pocket with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. Rob really was counting on him to help keep Jensen on the straight and narrow. However, that was probably going to take a lot more than just a few donuts and coffees.

“If I get this job, I’ll be able to start paying you back for all these snacks and coffees you give me,” Jensen smiled as he bit into his third donut of the day.

“If you get that job, you’re going to start paying back your mom for trashing her car first!” Billy laughed. “I love that you thought about giving me something, but these donuts cost almost nothing to make. You don’t need to feel guilty about having a few lousy treats.”

The guilt of having so much money handed to him still weighed heavily on Billy’s mind. Two or three donuts a day didn’t seem enough to cover it all and he found himself upping his game on a daily basis; an extra coffee here, a milkshake there, with more added whipped cream,. But just the fact that Jensen was talking about the idea of holding down a steady job was such a huge step for him. Before, he had crashed from one employment to another, exhausting his dad’s many contacts within the construction industry until he was no longer welcome anywhere.

“How’re things going with that second store you wanted to open?” Jensen asked. “You’ll have a whole new town to fatten up with your treats soon!”

Billy smirked. He’d only been joking when he’d said that he was fattening up the neighbourhood, but Jensen had seemed to hang onto that idea as if Billy really was that wicked. Then again, perhaps he was, Billy chuckled to himself. “I’m still looking for the right premises,” he explained. “So, for now, I’m just going to focus on fattening up everyone in this town first,” he winked.

“That’s fine by me!” Jensen nodded. “One of the guys my dad works with says he’s gained thirty pounds since you opened up here.”

“Which one is that?” Billy asked, trying to think of the many construction guys he’d seen with Jensen’s dad.

“Steve. The younger one with short brown hair.”

“Oh, yes! I know who you mean,” Billy laughed to himself. “Yeah, that one is getting proper little man boobs and everything! He clearly doesn’t work out in a gym like you do and I get the impression that he’s fairly lazy in work; so of course it’s going to stick. But he orders the orange cream donuts and they really are VERY fattening indeed! Plus, I may occasionally slip him a couple of free ones, which partly explains why his ass has got a bit of width to it recently,” he joked. “I’m sure his wife wouldn't thank me!”

“The orange cream one? I don’t think I’ve ever tried that,” Jensen pondered cheekily.

“Coming right up!” Billy smiled with delight, pleased to offload as much as he could to relieve his conscience for all the money he had taken off Rob.

The more Billy’s business brain thought about the town, the more he realised that there were loads of opportunities for extending his menu with things that you couldn’t really get anywhere else: waffles, local ice creams, pancakes. There were so many ways he could expand his operation. He spoke at length about the ideas to Jensen who really was nothing if not encouraging.

“Are you still seeing that Bethany girl behind your friend’s back?” Billy asked disapprovingly. “You know it’s only going to cause a whole load of shit when he finds out?”

“She’s the one who always comes on to me!” Jensen smirked indignantly, thinking himself blameless. “Like I’m going to say no to a free blowjob?”

“She’s bad news!” Billy cautioned. “When it all comes out, there’s going to be a massive fight and her boyfriend is going to do his best to make you break your probation and have you sent off to prison. You know none of those guys from the gym really care about you. Is a quick fuck with Bethany really worth going to prison for?”

“You really don’t like my gym friends, do you?” Jensen laughed.

“Not one bit,” Billy replied honestly. “If I had one wish, it would be for you to walk away from those jerks down at the gym and never look back. It would be the best move you could ever make.”

Jensen sat back a little in his chair, raising his eyebrows at the idea of giving up his whole social group. “You really do give a fuck about me, don’t you?” he asked, a little thrown by how the conversation had turned.

“You know I do,” Billy nodded sincerely. “I just want the best for you.”

A small, playful grin came to Jensen’s face and he sat up again, as if he had had the most marvellous idea. “Tell me to quit the gym and I’ll do it,” he stated with a sudden rush of enthusiasm.

“Just like that?” Billy laughed sceptically.

“Yeah. Just like that!” Jensen nodded. “Go on. Tell me to quit!” he insisted, as if daring or seducing Billy in some way.

“Quit the gym then,” Billy relented. “Cut up your membership card and never see those meat heat buddies of yours again.”

Jensen sat back, looking pleased with himself. “Your wish… is my command!”

With the introduction of Billy’s new expanded menu over the coming weeks, Billy found he was playing host to Jensen more than ever before. It seemed, rather remarkably, that Jensen had been true to his word. He’d not been down to see his old friends at the gym once and there hadn’t been a single complaint about him in town.

“Whatever you’re doing, just keep on doing it,” Jensen’s father smiled, passing over far too much cash for his impromptu evening visit and spotting his son in the corner; his back turned and watching videos on his cell phone while nibbling on things that Billy had brought over.

“Rob, not that I don’t love having Jensen here, but is there anything you could do to help him find some work? He just sort of hangs around all day and I’m a bit worried that all this food is…” He looked across at Jensen just as he scratched his side, lifting his shirt and giving a glimpse of a fleshy, budding love handle.

“People won’t hire him because of how much he’s dicked around in his jobs in the past. It’s his own fault,” Rob grumbled unsympathetically. “And if you’re worried that he’s getting a little chubby - good! Just let him. His mother and I have no intentions of becoming grandparents anytime soon, so the fewer chances he has to get some crazy girl pregnant, the better!”

“But…” Billy tried, looking over again as Jensen started a fresh plate of food, biting in with as much gusto as his father.

Rob went back into his wallet and pulled out a few more notes of cash, stuffing them into Billy’s shirt pocket. “Trust me,” he whispered. “Just let this play out…”

Jensen’s body was changing. It was obvious to anyone that the guy had done steroids in the past to get his body so packed with muscle, but now that his gym had been taken away from him, he seemed to be softening up with quite remarkable speed. Billy had noticed the little love handles starting to sprout and the way his pecs were beginning to look ‘full’ rather than pumped. But there was also the slight puffiness to his face and the softening of his jawline and buttocks to think about too.

“How was that? Do you think it would work on the regular menu?” Billy asked as he picked up Jensen’s plate.

“Very nice!” Jensen beamed. “I think it worked really well. Maybe just add a little more cream at the side though.”

“More cream?” Billy asked in surprise. Jensen really had inherited his father’s sweet tooth. “Okay, good suggestion,” he nodded unconvinced. “Do you want to try something a little more savoury now?”

“I’d love to,” Jensen nodded, going straight back to playing a game on his phone.

“He’s getting fat, that one,” Fran grumbled as she looked over at Billy bringing back Jensen’s plate. “Look at him! Sat there all day on his cell phone, stuffing his face. It couldn’t happen to a nicer person!” she sneered sarcastically. Billy could tell from her tone that she still couldn’t bear the sight of him, much like the rest of the town. “He’s going to end up just like his idiot father in no time.”

Billy tried to breathe a little deeper and calm himself down. He’d always loved chubby guys and hearing Fran comment on Jensen’s changing appearance, like she was doing, only seemed to be arousing a strange desire within him. “Bacon and cheese waffle for table eight, please” he ordered simply.

Fran looked straight over to Jensen again, sat on table eight. “Fuck me! Not more food? Hasn’t he got somewhere else to be?”

“Bacon and cheese waffle for table eight,” Billy repeated, not wanting to engage in any sort of conversation with her right then.

“Fine!” Fran grumbled, knowing that she and her boss would never agree when it came to Jensen. “I’ll feed the fatso!” she complained, starting to walk back to the kitchen area. “I’ll pile it up with that really greasy cheese; see how the pig likes that!”

Billy closed his eyes and took a second to breathe behind the counter. He was supposed to be helping Jensen turn his life around,and yet, his boner for him seemed impossible to quash of late. The guilt of taking money from Jensen’s dad and now these feelings of arousal; Billy started to feel like the most morally corrupt person on the planet. His eyes popped open as he heard Jensen’s chair scrape along the floor and he watched as the town’s bad boy took himself off to the bathroom; leading with a stout little paunch and displaying his wider, overly padded rear as the door closed behind him. He didn’t know where all this was going, but he suddenly felt like he had lost control of it entirely.

“How would you like a job in the kitchen of my new store?” Billy asked triumphantly. It was the perfect solution. Jensen needed a job, Billy wanted to help him, and it was the best way to keep the guy busy all day without overloading him on fat and calories. Getting him out of town was also bound to help the guy find himself again; away from the scornful faces and shady characters he had mixed with in the past.

“Seriously?” Jensen asked; his face lighting up. “You want to give me a job?”

“It’s yours if you want it?” Billy smiled.

“Yes! Absolutely!” Jensen beamed, suddenly getting up and enveloping Billy in a massive hug that quietly made Billy flush bright red with unwanted lust.

“It’s in Clinton though. You think you could make it there for your shifts? I know you’re not allowed to drive for quite a while still.”

“I’ll get the bus. And I’m sure my dad will help me out every now and then.” He was beaming from ear to ear and pulled Billy in for yet another hug. “I’m so glad I met you!” he smiled, never using his gruffer, defensive tone around Billy anymore.

“Well, I’m very glad I met you too,” Billy nodded, not making eye contact and looking for a way to retreat back to the kitchen before his erection pressed too firmly against his pants.

There was one major flaw in Billy’s plan. Outraged by the idea of Jensen working in the new store, Fran declared that she would have nothing to do with training him up to work in the kitchen. If Billy was going to put everything he’d worked so hard for at risk, she wasn’t going to be a part of it. And so, in the hours after the store closed, Billy had no choice but to invite Jensen in to show him how to prepare all of the deliciously fattening treats he had gorged on for the last few months. But if Billy had found himself aroused by Jensen as he simply sat down at the table to be served, having to stand beside him and see him from all those different angles was even more of a challenge. Perhaps it was because Billy knew Jensen’s father’s shape so well, he could see how Jensen’s body was swelling in an all too similar fashion. The extreme height, the awkward way his pants were starting to fit across his broad butt which had always been so tight and athletic looking up until a few months ago. Under his broad chest, it was undeniable that a firm-looking, rounded pot belly was beginning to push its way out, just like it must have done all those years ago on his father, before that monstrous ball gut had finally taken hold of him.

Jensen was a good student, listening carefully and taking it all in as Billy demonstrated some of the dishes. He completed one and Jensen would greedily offer to consume it while watching the next. Even the sound of his chewing and swallowing was getting to Billy as he tried his hardest to stay focused. Jensen had always been a large man, but it was so incredibly arousing to know that with each bite, the greedy boy was just going to get bigger… and bigger.

“Jensen is really excited about his new job,” Rob smiled the next day as he came in to order even more snacks than usual for all the guys working on a job not too far away. Billy knew that such a spending spree was the guy’s way of showing his appreciation.

“I think he’ll be great at it,” Billy replied. “And, hopefully it will get him up on his feet a little more than he has been recently.”

“Yeah, he’s starting to take after his old man!” Rob chuckled, rubbing his enormous gut as if he was proud of it.

“Well, maybe just a little bit,” Billy conceded, wondering why even this conversation was getting him aroused.

“His mom is worried about how fast he’s piling on the pounds, but I say leave him to it. I remember how exciting it was for me, back in the day, getting a belly for the first time. Jensen is just the same, I’m absolutely positive.”

“Exciting?” Billy asked, captivated by Rob’s use of the word.

“Oh, absolutely!” Rob nodded, passing over his payment card. “I think we’re just wired differently in our family. My father was the same, my two brothers, a few of Jensen’s cousins, his older brother. Let’s just say, he’s been around a lot of extremely fat guys his entire life.It’s not hard to feel a little envious at times.”

Billy had always wondered about his strange fascination in watching his customers slowly pile on a few pounds. He’d made a joke of it to Jensen more than once. But was it possible that someone could appreciate it from the other perspective as well. Was Jensen’s father right? Was gaining weight something that Jensen actively… enjoyed?

Watching from a distance, Billy studied Jensen keenly in a way that he hadn’t allowed himself to in the past. He’d never noticed how often the guy’s hand reached down to rub his little tummy, or the way his face only seemed to get more and more excited with each item he ate. It also appeared, judging by the heavy sighing and strained pauses that came later on, that Jensen was in some way forcing himself to eat; as if the act of eating was no longer about the enjoyment of the taste, but a task that had to be completed at all costs.

“It looks like we’ve already got a good bunch of regulars,” Billy smiled after their first two weeks in the new store. “I think we’re a hit!” he declared, looking at the sales for the week whilst Jensen boxed up the last few items left over from the day. “Take those home with you,” Billy pointed at the leftover raspberry cream donuts which had not sold well all week. “They obviously don’t like them so much here. I’m taking them off the menu.”

Jensen’s piggish eyes lit up and he immediately grabbed one to take a large bite, nodding his head in appreciation, like he hadn’t eaten all day long. In truth, Billy had allowed him to consume as much as he wanted all day long; remembering the additional large bundle of notes the guy’s father had given him not so long ago. He’d ordered Jensen an extra-large work shirt with the company logo on, but already it was looking overly stretched across the almost constantly bloated stomach.

“Did you notice that blonde girl came in twice today? You know, the one I said was checking you out yesterday,” Billy teased playfully. She;d seemed like a nice girl: pleasant, well spoken and together; exactly the sort of girl Jensen needed. “I think she has a bit of a crush on you…”

Jensen shook his head. “No chance!” he chuckled between bites. “I have other priorities at the moment.” With that, he pushed the remainder of his donut into his mouth and prepared the next one ready, while his other hand gently rubbed his stomach, as if soothing it.

“Oh yeah?” Billy asked curiously. “And what priorities are these?”

There were a few moments of quiet as Jensen chewed and swallowed the oversized piece that he had put into his mouth. “I’m just focusing on improving myself at the moment,” he answered.

“Does that include giving yourself a sixty-five inch gut like your dad?” Billy asked, his eyes popping open with shock the second the words left his mouth. For the briefest moment, his tongue had simply run away with itself.

Jensen simply smirked and looked across at Billy as if he was impressed by the comment. “What do you expect when your boss insists that you eat the leftovers every night after work?”

“I hardly insisted…” Billy chuckled, enjoying the playful way he and Jensen had become accustomed to speaking to each other.

“You just told me to finish all the donuts or I’m fired!” Jensen teased, pushing the next one, almost whole, into his mouth.

“You’re ridiculous!” Billy laughed, watching the guy’s puffed up and bulging cheeks and he tried to chew the massive quantity of donut. “All right then!” he chuckled. “If that’s how you want to play it… those chocolate brownies need to go as well tonight. Eat them up, or you’re fired,” he joked.

Jensen grabbed the leftovers as well as the large carton of whole milk they had been using that day, taking a long long swig to stop his mouth from getting dry. Then he burped, loud and long, like a man more than double his size. “No worries, boss!” he declared; enjoying their game. “I’ll have them all cleared away within the next five minutes!”

Over the coming weeks, Billy found that he had never threatened to fire an employee more than he had with Billy. It was their own private code; their way of playing. Billy would come over at the end of the shift to help close up and then he’d watch as Jensen stuffed himself as if his job really did depend on it. But the results of their little game? Well, those were truly the best part of all. Billy’s butt had ballooned out, along with his thighs, and he often arrived to work looking a little underdressed in sweatpants that were more accommodating to his developing shape. Some might have said he was less striking without that strong jawline, but Billy simply adored the way his employee was getting such a double chin and puffier, rounder cheeks on his face. The outrageous muscular definition gained from years at the gym had slowly been masked by a creeping layer of fat, settling all over Jensen’s body. As that layer thickened, it was increasingly difficult to tell that the guy had ever been anything but doughy. Billy could see the blubber ripple in his love handles as he trotted about, and the depth of Jensen’s belly button was a constant presence, visible through the way his undersized and poorly shaped shirts fitted across his torso.

“How would you feel about staying in the little apartment above the store here?” Billy asked the large, remarkably altered man that stood before him a few months later. “It would save you having to get a bus here, or dragging your dad out to pick you up. You’d be doing me a favour, having someone here at night. I wouldn’t charge you.”

“Seriously?” Jensen asked in disbelief. “You’d just let me just have it?”

“Sure,” Billy smiled, finding a true joy came to him whenever he spoiled Jensen in any way that he could. “I think it would be good for you.”

“My own place…” Jensen murmured, picturing it in his head. It had been just over eighteen months since he’d been on the edge of going to prison, and now here he was, holding down a steady job and about to have his own place. “You are like my guardian angel,” he smiled.

“I’m glad you think so,” Billy chuckled, feeling suddenly embarrassed by Jensen’s sincerity. “Now, there are a load of cream cakes over there that I can’t refrigerate tonight. Get them down… or you’re fired,” he teased.

“We’re not used to seeing you in our store these days,” Rob smiled a few weeks later, surprised to witness Billy behind the counter and not in his new store with Jensen. “I’m used to the ever delightful Fran serving me these days, and she’s not so generous with the freebies,” he whispered so that the grumpy woman wouldn’t hear him.

“Oh, well, we’ll have to sort that out!” Billy beamed, already thinking what he should give to Jensen’s oversized father. “Are you enjoying the peace and quiet now that Jensen’s moved out?”

“Very much so!” Rob nodded; his piggy eyes watching keenly as Billy picked out his complimentary offerings. “Joyce and I finally have the house to ourselves again for the first time in thirty years! It’s like we’re newlyweds again! She’s giving me all her attention like she never could once the boys were born. I’ve gained twenty-five pounds in two months!” he laughed at himself, patting his enormous gut.

“Lucky you!” Billy grinned, deciding to give the man two free extra helpings instead. “I’m sure you’re having the time of your life.”

“After all Jensen’s put us through over the years, I never thought we’d get to this point where we could just sit back and relax like this. And I know Jensen is having just as much fun being away from us.”

Billy smiled and couldn’t help but agree with Rob. Judging by how round Jensen’s stomach had been getting in the last couple of weeks, Jensen was enjoying himself immensely.

It was gone midnight when the alert came on to Billy’s cell phone. Something had tripped the alarm in Jensen’s store and a message had automatically been sent to him. He got up and tried to call his live-in tenant to investigate whether it was the system playing up again, but when there was no answer and Billy knew he’d have to drive over to see for himself.

Pulling up, Billy could see the lights still on in Jensen’s apartment and he tutted to himself that the guy hadn’t answered his phone and saved Billy the trouble of having to come over here so late at night. The shutters were down on the store and there was no obvious sign that anyone had broken in, so Billy simply rolled up the shutters and opened the door to head in and reset the system. He punched in a couple of numbers and the software was reset. The clunky old thing needed changing if it was going to keep playing up like this, Billy grumbled to himself. But as Billy looked around, he saw that the door to the hallway leading upstairs, the one that was usually locked, had been left open, triggering the alarm. Had Jensen come down and carelessly set off the alarm himself?

“Jensen?” Billy called up the stairs, seeing that the lights were on and, as he got closer, the door to the apartment upstairs was wide open. “Is everything all right?”

Billy hadn’t been up here since he’d handed the space over to Jensen, and it surprised him how awkward he felt walking in. The television was on, and as Billy turned the corner, he saw the shape of Jensen sat up in a kitchen chair with his back to Billy. “There you are!” Billy sighed in relief. “I’m sorry to pop in, it’s just the alarm system…”

Billy stopped talking the moment his eyes took in the vision of Jensen before him: completely naked, the man sat, tied to the chair with leather straps. A kinky gag was resting between his teeth to prevent him from speaking and, even more bizarrely, a plastic pig snout was resting over his nose. Without his clothes on, the evidence of how much weight Jensen had gained was all too clear. Billy had no idea that his nipples had grown so pointed, nor that his fat belly could cover up his crotch as much as it was doing now; slowly becoming every bit of the ball gut his father had. People might have been surprised to learn that Jensen was well over four hundred pounds, but it really was obvious once all those concealing clothes were stripped from him. He was so tall, so broad and large-chested, yet he had still amassed the most shocking of bellies.

Jensen’s eyes were wide with alarm at having been caught as he was right now. Billy stuttered, wondering what to say, when his composure faltered and the urge to laugh became all too much for him, “Jensen Parry, you bad boy!” he teased. “Just what have you been up to now?”

As Billy went to unclip the gag, he noticed a tattoo on Jensen’s shoulder; that of a pink, round and plump pig. Jensen had many tattoos on his body, but this one had to be new, for Billy had never seen it on any of the shirtless gym selfies Jensen used to post. Billy was sensing a theme…

“I’m so sorry!” Jensen gasped the moment his gag was off. “I was with a girl and she… well, she thought she was being funny and kinky, leaving me here like this. I knew the moment I heard her open the wrong door downstairs that she was going to set off the alarm.”

Still strapped by his ankles, knees and wrists to the chair, Billy didn’t rush to remove the pig snout. It was far too amusing and entertaining seeing Jensen trying to explain himself whilst wearing it. “She sounds charming!” Billy chuckled, seeing the predicament Jensen had been left in. “Have you known her long?” he asked, enjoying seeing Jensen squirm as he tried to engage in simple chit chat, dressed, or rather, undressed, as he was.

“I met her on an app,” Jensen mumbled, trying to gently shake the straps on his wrists. “We’ve only met up a couple of times. She’s kinda into bondage,” he explained sheepishly.

“That’s not all you’ve been up to!” Billy grinned, looking around the space surrounding Jensen. Wrappers and soda cans were discarded on the floor, while a gallon of full fat milk sat, half-finished on the table, next to a strange looking funnel. He bent down and picked up Jensen’s t-shirt, surprised by the weight of it, given how much material was becoming necessary to cover the man’s swollen form.

Jensen blushed. “It was nothing,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “She wasn’t very good at it anyway.”

“Is there a key for the straps?” Billy asked, deciding that Jensen had suffered enough.

“Over there, on the counter,” Jensen motioned with his head.

Billy collected the small key, wondering how on earth the girl had ever expected Jensen to free himself without help. As he bent down to unlock the ankle lock, he tried wedging the key in to find that it wouldn’t even sit properly inside. And, upon further inspection, the same was true of the other side. “You’ve busted it when you tried to free yourself,” he sighed, looking up and suddenly catching an eyeful of Jensen’s erection, visible as Billy crouched down; the added ropes around the man’s knees preventing him from hiding anything.

“Sorry!” Jensen shot, mortified that Billy had seen his boner. “I just wasn’t expecting you to… I’m not…” he faltered. “Try the wrist straps!” he finally insisted, in an attempt to change the subject altogether.

Billy half-heartedly tried to unlock the wrists, before he declared that the key simply wasn’t going to work. “I think you might be stuck like this for a while,” he teased.

“You’re enjoying this!” Jensen complained, starting to realise that his saviour wasn’t about to free him anytime soon.

“And you’re not?” Billy chuckled, stepping back and deciding to crouch down with his knees outstretched, back at a level where he could see Jensen’s hardness again. He heard the guy squirm, but under such scrutiny, it was obvious that the man’s dick was only filling with more and more blood. “So, what was the deal? She came over and indulged her bondage kink, and in return, you got her to feed you all this stuff?” Billy asked, picking up a selection of empty wrappers that littered the floor.

Seeming to accept his situation more, Jensen nodded.

Billy smirked, pleased that he had guessed correctly first time. He really did know Jensen inside and out by now. Maybe even enough to push their invisible boundaries just a little more… “But, you said she wasn’t very good at it. So, I’m guessing you’re still hungry?” he smiled, finding a few still wrapped Twinkies on the floor and starting to get one of them out.

Jensen swallowed back saliva and he nodded with his greedy eyes fixed on the sugary snack. Without prompting, he opened his mouth once Billy’s hand drew nearer. As Billy sat the edge of the Twinkie on the guy’s tongue, he noticed that Jensen wasn’t biting into it. He pushed it in a little further, but still the guy left his mouth wide open. Finally with the tips of his fingers, Billy crammed the entire thing in until Jensen’s mouth was completely filled and he began chewing at last. Then he moaned, as deeply and passionately as if they were having sex; gazing up into Billy’s eyes.

“Careful, buddy!” Billy chuckled, starting to sense that something deeply sexual was happening between himself and Jensen now. “If you keep eating like that, you’re going to get absolutely enormous.”

Jensen chewed faster and swallowed. “That’s exactly what I want to happen,” he moaned. His gluttonous eyes looked down at the next Twinkie in Billy’s hand, but seeing that it wasn’t so forthcoming, he carried on explaining himself. “Do you know how much it fucks you over when you grow up knowing that all you really want in life is to become a gigantic ball of lard? I tried so hard to fight it. I wanted to find my thrills in other ways: stealing cars, getting into fights and not giving a shit. I got involved with the wrong crowds and I pushed myself to get massive in the gym instead, but…”

Billy grinned wickedly, feeling more aroused than he had ever been in his life. “But, you’re just a fat pig!” he finished with a smirk, prodding a finger into the shelf of belly fat that had formed under Jensen’s broad and increasingly fleshy chest.

Jensen moaned louder than ever as his fat was pressed and poked. “Oh, I want to be!” he insisted. “I want to be taken and fattened. I want to be someone’s gigantic, greedy pig!” He looked into Billy’s eyes again, as if searching for that connection he knew they both shared. “I wanted it to be you, so badly!” he insisted once more. “I wanted you to order me to stop going to the gym and stuff me full of all your most fattening treats. I wanted you to get hard as you watched my body transform for you; as you saw me grow fat and soft.”

“Trust me, that’s definitely been happening,” Billy grunted as he tried to adjust the thick boner that had swollen down one side of his pants. His body tingled with energy, his brain lighting up with arousal. It seemed to build into a crescendo, until his hands gently ripped open the next Twinkie and stuffed it into Jensen’s mouth whole. With one hand, he steadied the back of Jensen’s head, and with the other, he pressed it over the guy’s mouth, not allowing a single crumb to escape as he chewed. “Come on then, Piggy!” he breathed, giving himself over entirely to the lust inside of him. “Let’s do it! Let’s turn you into the fattest pig out there!”

When Jensen had swallowed enough of the large Twibkie in his mouth, Billy took his hand down to rub the amazing, sweaty gut that was taking over Jensen’s form. It had always looked so firm and packed, but up close like this, it was clear how blubbery and lardy it was beneath the skin. He grabbed at it, finding that it rolled easily into a pinchable handful and used his grip to gently rock the entire mass of fat. Then, out of curiosity, he reached under Jenen’s fat gut and grabbed at the exposed hardness between his enormous thighs. It was so hard and only started to pulse further as Billy began stroking it. “Oh, yes!” Jensen encouraged him. “Yes!”

Billy grabbed at the key again and forced it into the locks on Jensen’s wrists. With enough brute force, the click finally came and they released. With their freedom, Jensen’s fascinated hands immediately began rubbing Billy’s hardness over the material of his pants as Billy leaned over him, untying the ropes across Jensen’s knees. Once they were free, Jensen stood and the legs of the chair were lifted easily from the shackles, though the leather straps remained wrapped loosely around the fat man’s ankles. He pulled off the little pig snout and threw it onto the floor.

“I love you,” Jensen whispered passionately after the pair of them fell into their first kiss. “I’ve loved you since the first night we met. I just knew that you were the most special person I would ever meet in my life. I just never dreamed that I could be good enough for you.”

Billy shook his head in sadness at hearing that Jensen saw himself as being unworthy. “I love you too,” he shot back, realising that he had been feeling this way for quite some time. “I just want to give you everything I possibly can. The best of everything!”

Jensen sighed in happiness. “Make me enormous then!” he whispered. “Don’t stop until I’m completely unrecognisable! Until I’m nothing but a big, fat pig!”

The pair fell into another, even more passionate kiss, and gently slid backwards into the bedroom area as Billy felt his clothes being pulled off him. He wondered what people would think once they knew he was with Jensen Parry, the bad boy that they had once so despised.

But Jensen hadn’t been a bad boy in quite some time now. Quietly, and at his own pace, he’d been transforming himself into what he’d really needed to be all along: the biggest, fattest pig in town. Now Jensen wouldn’t have to make that journey alone anymore. For, as they both came that night, Billy knew that he was going to be there for every delicious, blubbery step of the way.

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Always read the job description -Part 1

Max was a fit, well built man. He had been body building since he was 14 and now In his early 40s he has the body of a god, but is slowly getting to the age when he needs to find another way to make money. He knows he can't take part in his competitions anymore, and needs to take it easy. He got great grades in school and college, proving people wrong that you can't be a nerd in a jock body.

Max had some money saved and was able to keep up on bills for a few months but needed a job to keep his large house, in the rich area of the city. He got a call from a business he applied to a couple of days ago, telling him to go in for an interview tomorrow, and if it goes well he will be sent straight on a trip for the company. He gets his new blue suit ready to be worn the next day.

The morning arrives, it's 5am, and Max wakes. He does his normal morning routine, making breakfast, working out, taking a shower, then gets his suit on ready for his early morning interview. Driving to the office building in the middle of New York, it's at least 50 stories high, and is made of mostly glass, and is one of the newest modern builds in the city.

On arrival a large man in his late 60s wearing a suit greets him, "hello sir, you must be max, Sir Mammon is on his way down to collect you, may I say what an amazing suit you have on today".

Max looks the man up and down, seeing the man's huge belly flowing out from under his dress shirt, showing a massive W shape, "thanks mate, you might want a bigger shirt" then points to his belly.

"sorry if I offended you sir, but all clothing has been chosen by Sir Mammon himself" Mammon is the big boss of the business "if you would like to make a complaint I can print you a form".

Max laughs, "No thanks, I'm gonna sit over there, tell Mammon im there".

"will do sir, have a great day" the man says while max walks away paying no more attention to him.

About 15 minutes later a young handsome slender man walks over. "Max is it?" He says behind Max.

"yes.." max says confused.

"I'm Mammon, nice to meet you" he smiles holding his hand out for a shake.

"oh hello Mammon, is wasn't expecting someone so young, no offence of course" max shaking his hand.

Mammon let's out a little laugh, with a little grin "it's ok max, people don't expect someone like me to own such a remarkable company like this one would you like to follow me, we can go up to my office, this is Mark by the way, he's my Butler". Mark is another large man aged around 50, he has a massive belly stuffed into his suit, hes huffing and puffing, like he ran a marithon, "don't mind him, most of my staff are..."

Max cuts him off "fat?"

They both laugh, "you could say that Max" the elevator arrives and they all walk in, "now max, you did read the whole advertisement correct?".

Max didn't, it's was 48 pages long, who would read it all? He just looked at the wage he would get, it started at $100,000 per month. "Yes, I did".

"that's good, most guys are more keen to keep their body's but I guess if your struggling you'll do anything."

Max now confused just nod's and watches though the glass elevator as they fly up to the top floor.

"where here sir" Mark the butler says peacefully in his British accent.

They walk into the room, and Mammon sits at his desk pouring himself a glass of wisky, and Max one too. Max looks around in aww, the room was covered in art work, with the walls painted in golds and whites and had its own bar. "How do you have all this money?" Max asked.

"a mix of many things, this company, and a few investments paid for this whole building, I have many other ways but we're not here for that." Mammon points at the seat," take a seat max" Max sits the chair is made from leather and is very comfy. "So, max, I've gone through your file, I think you're perfect for the job."

"so, does that mean I have the job?" Max replies confused, expecting to be asked a question.

"well yes, if you agree to the terms"

"terms?" Max still confused.

"well yes, you expect to be paid 10times the amount the normal person for this job without any terms or conditions?"

"well I didn't know.." Max gets cut off.

"Max let me simplify them for you. You sacrifice your body to the company, and in trade you get, $100k X the amount you weigh paid into your account per month, So if you weigh 450lbs, you get $450k a month."

"what the fuck? That's sick, I'm not doing that, I'm leaving" and with that Max got up from the chair and stood face to face with Mammon, with the desk all that is separating them. "Your sick, you fa**ot".

With that Mammon's eyes glow a bright red. "I'm a what?" Max got through back against the chair by an invisible force. "Max you could have just left with your freedom, but now look what you've gotten yourself into".

"Let me go, What the fuck?" Max says while traped against that chair, it chreeking with the force of his muscle.

"I'm a fucking demon max, I'm never going to 'let you go'" he took a second break to mock max, "now, what did you say? Fa**ot, was it?".

"fuck, I didn't mean it" the force pins him down harder, trapping his arms against the leather chair arms, and pushing his legs against the underboard. "Please let me go home, I won't do it again."

"shut up max, the process is already starting".

Max looks down to see his body deflating, his pecs turning from mountain peaks to a flat surface, his giant powerful arms turning weak and light. And then looking up he sees a whole new man infront of him.

"Not as big as I thought I would get, but boy I'm big" he took a break to admire his new giant arms and pecs.

"what the?" Max looks in confusion, "how did you do that? Give me them back".

"what are you gonna do max? I'm an infinitely powerful being and you, your an old man, or at least your going to be."

"I'm only 42, what do you mean, going to be?"

"you see I don't have my infinite life span on earth, so to stay alive and in this fit body, I absorb anything a guy has and I want. In your case, these massive muscles, but then I need to absorb their life force as well, in order to make sure I don't age."

"what do you mean life force?"

"well, you have roughly 50 years, worth of life left, I'll drain about 20 years leaving you in your future crippled body at around age 60, force you to work for the company for another 20 years, then when your 80 drain the rest of your life, which after you get fat won't be much, then you got to hell."

"man your sick, let me go, LET ME GO!".

A bright red light shoots from Peters hand enveloping Max's whole body, and he starts to age, his face wrinkling, skin dropping, eye sight worsening, hearing getting muffled, and mind changing a little. "Max, you ok old man?".

"yes sir" max was confused in his mind, why did he say sir?

"max, you ready for your Cruise? You can have tones of food for the next 6 months."

"Yes sir, I'm ready" max lifts his head, opening his eyes to see a new blurry room from his new old eyes.

"you're gonna need these from now on" Peters eyes glow and a new pair of glasses appear on Max's face he can now see clear.

"thank you... Sir", max blinks seeing Peter infront of him, "what have you, done to me".

"Max, I've turned you into the perfect office worker, old, brainiac, who is soon going to get fat and live the rest of his life, in an office chair for me, don't worry for accomodation you live here now, we have apartments on floor 30 to 40, all workers live here, it's policy, we have also sent a team to your house to, well, blow it up, that way nobody is going to be looking for you, becuase we can plant a body"

"give me... My.... Body back, give me... My.. life back."

"Max we both know that will never happen, now enjoy a life of gluttony, and prepare yourself for hell, that's gonna be worse then anything I can do to you." Peter snaped his fingers and a red glow enveloped max.

Recovering from the glow max sees two men infront of him with a trolly of sorts between them. "Is he awake" one says,

"I don't know" said the other.

"im- awake" max said in a much older raspy voice.

"good we can now start the feeding" the man on the left said, his body as muscled as a god, ripped from head to toe, and we can see everything.

Max rubs his eyes under his glasses and opens them again, "Fucking hell, put some clothes on both of you".

Both men where nude, one a ripped god, another muscled up but with a big gut. "Clothes are banned here mate" the beefy man said in a type of Australia accent, "you cant say much fella, look at that tiny pecker".

The men laughed pointing at Max's shriveled up old cock and low hanging balls, "what the fuck"max tries to move his arm to cover him but his arm doesn't move, he looks down to see him stuck in a chair, with a cut out hole under his ass, and straps tying him down, trapping him. "What... Are you gonna do to me?" Max asked sceared.

The men laughed at him again, "no need to act to sceared, we're here to feed you for the next 6 months".

"but... Sir said..." Max get cut off.

"he said you'd be going on a cruise? Fucking hell are you dumb? He's a demon, you shouldn't trust a demon" The muscled guy says.

"bro let's start the feeding we have 50 other guys to see and I wanna watch football Tonight." The beefy guys says, and in unison both their eyes glowed a bright red, showing they where demons too.

The trolly between them had several items on top, one long tube, which floated in the air for a few moments before shoving itself down maxes nostril and deep into his stomach, his head flipped back trying to wriggle it out, but it was stuck. Another item moved into his frame, a IV bag holder, holding a giant barrel type object made of glass, and two large bags floated of the table again and started to drain into the barrel, and the tube connected itself to it, starting a flow of the liquid into maxes stomach.

"done" the beffy guy said. "Now we'll be back tomorrow to refill your barrel, and clean you up if you make a mess, but youll basically be unconscious for the next 6 months, due to the drugs were feeding you."

"so enjoy your sleep mate, you'll litterally wake up a different man." The two men laughed and walked out, max tried fighting the restraints but in his crippled form could do nothing. The door slammed and locked, and the room fell dark, max screamed begging into the darkness to be let free, and to have his life back, which he had only an hour before, but nothing happened, nobody came. He felt the drugs taking effect, but tried to fight back, but it was useless, his body slumped and loosened. His mind fell blank as he drifted of into his 6 month hibernation.

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