"Meals Included" - new gainer fiction

I finally finished another gainer story.   This is the usual mixed bag of extreme gaining, darker themes, and adult situations.   18+    This is a 22 page story, so settle in with a coffee and a cake.   Enjoy!

Story after the Jump!




MEALS INCLUDED

Written by Lardfill / Doughtub
2013

1.

The listing for the apartment sounded too good to be true, but Randy thought it was at least worth checking out, just in case.   He had lived an apartment tower for several years with three roommates, but they were not the crowd he wanted to live with and they thought the same of him.   He was looking for a place that was decent that his fast food job would pay for, moving back in with his father was not an option.  So, after a quick phone call to the number in the ad, he walked with the fresh newsprint in hand and found himself looking at an old brick townhouse that was in the perfect location for him.  It was a block from his job, which also meant it was a block from the grocery store, lots of restaurants, a movie theatre, and a handful of his favourite shops that catered to his nerdy side. 

He had to read the ad again to make sure it was right:

Newly Renovated!  Fully Furnished.  Downstairs basement Bachelor apartment.  WiFi, cable, heat, and hot water included.  Shared Laundry room.  Optional: Meals Included.   $200 a month.  Call 555-1666  Ask for Grant.

Randy knocked on the solid front door and could hear equally solid steps leading their way to the door.   The man who opened the door was a little bull of a man - muscular but beefy and thick, and immediately intimidating.  He wore sweat pants and a tight t-shirt and his body was crammed into.   Randy was speechless for a second and finally muttered, “I’m here about the apartment.”

“Of course!  Come in!” the short but powerful man said with a smile.

The man slowly walked back to the glass solarium that made up his kitchen and dining area, the natural light sending harsh shadows over his bulky body.   Randy watched as this beast of a man’s muscles seemed to stand higher from the perfect lighting.   He was a bodybuilder, but it was obviously the off-season and he was in the middle of some serious bulking.  

The area smelled of bacon, and when Randy passed the kitchen, he could see why.  Four frying pans were on the stove, still cooling and filled with the leftover liquid fat.   On the counter was a line of paper towel several feet long, covered in bacon.     He had never seen so much cooked bacon all in one place before.   His stomach growled in hunger.  

Randy was about to ask about the bacon, but he found the man was already exiting through the porch door.   He followed the bodybuilder into the porch, where he had stopped to wait for him.  The room was basically a garage with entrance doors on both ends, and two other doors - one to the house and one for the apartment.  The laundry appliances were new and fully stocked with ironing board and sewing supplies.    “If you sew, feel free to use it.  It belonged to a friend of mine, but I don‘t know how to use it.”

“Me neither…” Randy replied, eyeing the odd collection of random things in the room.  There were shelves with odds and ends - A wooden figurine of a pig, a 30 year-old gaming console, a football in a glass box, several computers ranging in age from modern to ancient.    The sewing machine sat next to an old recliner that was under a tarp, a big oil drum smoker for cooking, and a motorcycle that looked like it hadn’t been outside in decades.   The fact that everything was polished and arranged in a certain way just threw Randy off a little.

“That’s the door you’d use to come in.  The laundry detergent and stuff is included in the rent, so wash whenever you want.   Your apartment entrance is back here,” the man said as he pointed to the double locked door at the back of the room.   He pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the apartment door.  

There was a split-level staircase that led down to a well-lit kitchen.  Randy kept his excitement to himself as he took in a brand-new apartment - but for only two hundred dollars rent, it was not making sense   The kitchen was full-sized with a big fridge, full-sized stove and sink, all stainless steel, including the countertops.   Then his attention went to the living room - a big comfortable looking couch and a reclining chair pointed at the wall-mounted HDTV, with a big shelf of games, movies and television series on disc.  

“Everything is included,” the man said before sliding a floor-to-ceiling curtain that separated the main room from the bedroom area.   The bed was queen-sized and also looked new.  

The bathroom was the icing on the cake.   A huge walk-in shower that took up the back half of the large space.   The toilet looked larger than usual, too… maybe even too big?   It was very open and spacious and warning alarms were going off in Randy’s head that he couldn’t ignore anymore. 

“Is the ad wrong?  Is there a zero missing, or something?” Randy blurted out.

The man looked at Randy with a grin that quickly faded.

“I remodelled the basement to house a close friend, but he passed before I could get him to move in,” the man looked blank at that point, before taking a breath and smiling a bit again.  “I’m not really looking for the money, I’m just looking to have someone living down here.”

“I‘m sorry,” was all that Randy could manage to squeak out.  

“It’s okay - it wasn’t unexpected, really,” the man then quickly changed the topic.  “So, meals are included.  I own a couple restaurants in town and there is so much food that gets wasted, so if you want it, it’s there.”

“That is really amazing, especially for the price,” Randy said, his belly gurgling as he talked.  “I’ve never actually seen any apartments that have meals included.”

“It’s not common.  The city has a bi-law that makes it illegal to give the food to the soup kitchens, and I refuse to throw it in the trash.   It’s excellent food!  At the buffet, we cycle all the food more than we have to, just to make sure it’s the best quality.   This is good food, you’ll eat better than you ever have,”  the man said, slapping Randy’s gut light and playfully with that toothy grin.

“I do have quite a big appetite, I guess,” Randy said with a laugh.  “Is all that bacon upstairs for a restaurant?”

The man laughed.   “No.  That’s my weekly supply for home.  I’m on a special diet and bacon is one of those things I go through a lot of.”

“Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working,” Randy said with a smile.  The man laughed and obviously bounced his pecs as he flexed a little.

“It’s yours, then,” the man placed the keys in Randy’s hand.

Randy found himself again lost for words.  He had the apartment?   It was that easy?

“I…wow.  Thank you!” Randy stammered.

Randy felt the keys in his palm get squeezed into his hand, being clutched by the bodybuilder’s incredibly strong grip.     The man pulled Randy in a little and leaned his head in a little.  

“I have a good feeling about you.   I could tell immediately,”  the man said.

“Thank you so much.  I can’t believe this place is so cheap, and so amazing at the same time.  How many people looked at this place?”  Randy asked.

“A few, but you can tell which ones are bad seeds,” the man answered.  “You get partiers and people who you know will be trouble.  You, on the other hand, I can tell are quiet and kind - and if you have a good appetite, you’ll fit in even better.”

“I eat too much, probably,” Randy joked.

“No such thing.   No such thing…” the man answered.    “I’m Grant, by the way.”

“Randy, Randy Gulver.”

“Welcome home, Randy.”


2.

The move went smoothly, with Grant helping Randy move the heaviest things in with ease, including his old one-person kayak that he used to use every weekend in college, but for years it hung on the wall as decoration in his bedroom.  Randy gave Grant twelve post-dated cheques and settled into his shiny, new, dirt-cheap apartment with a big smile on his face.  He spent days just relaxing, playing video games and watching movies, and eating like a stuck hog.   

The food was endless!   Every single day at around seven or eight o’clock at night, Grant would come home with large aluminium pans filled with several heaping piles of food per tray.   The first night, Randy had started on one tray of four different kinds of chicken wings, two pastas, another tray of various cold pastas, and another tray with thick slices of roasted ham, meatballs, and a fried chicken.   He ate until he was sweating and swollen, his three hundred pound body packed with enough food to feed three full grown men.   He eventually stripped down to his underwear and climbed into bed to watch TV, mindlessly packing the food into his belly as he stared at the screen in a stupor.  

In the morning, he woke up to a growling belly and an urgent need to get to the washroom.   He rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom like a pregnant woman.   The toilet was massive, it hadn’t struck him until the moment his chubby ass cheeks hit the seat.   He felt like a little kid on it, the plastic lids stretching out far beyond where his body ended.   He let out last night’s binge and instantly felt an emptiness ang hunger he had never felt before.  His stomach growled angrily, as if it were agreeing with his brain verbally.

After a hot soak in the largest personal shower he had ever been in (there was even a heavy duty, built-in bench  to sit on like a sauna.  It was incredibly luxurious and he soaked in the feeling of it, although he felt very out of place in such a high-class surrounding.  He had grown up in a rundown duplex with his constantly feuding parents and was used to cramped spaces lots of noise and commotion - this was the complete opposite.

He wrapped the towel around his chubby waist and walked out of the bathroom to find a knocking on the entrance door.   He walked up the steps and greeted Grant with a nervous smile.

“Hey Randy!  Do you have any empty trays for me?” he asked, half joking.

“Actually…” Randy grinned and let the door open, nodding for Grant to come in.

Randy stacked the three empty trays on the kitchen counter with a proud smile from ear to ear.   Grant’s eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped open.

“Are you serious?!” Grant exclaimed, patting Randy’s exposed belly.  His eyes licked at the stretch marks on his smooth, soft belly and his fingers made the extra effort to pinch a few inches of flab in a manner that made Randy feel a twinge of lust.

“I got carried away, I can’t believe I finished it all, actually,” Randy said, now a little red in the face.

“No!  Seriously, that makes me feel so much better to know there’s someone who’ll appreciate all this food not going to waste,” Grant said, obviously still a little shocked at the blatant act of gluttony.

Grant left quite quickly with the empty trays, explaining he was running late but would be back that night around the same time as before, with more food.   Randy was left standing in his towel, his belly growling for food but there wasn’t any food in the apartment yet.   He hadn’t gone grocery shopping but he really didn’t feel the urge to walk to the grocery store, either.   Instead, he grabbed the phone and ordered a few meals from the Chinese restaurant down the street.   He asked for it to be delivered.   He hung up the phone with an erection and decided to jerk off while he waited for the food to arrive.  

He had always liked being fat, and eating big, but this was something new stirring inside of him.   He felt accomplished and proud of the amount of food he consumed the night before.  He was proud of the way he looked at this weight.   Three hundred pounds was something he found sexy, and now, after pigging out so heavily, he began to wonder what this amount of daily eating would do to his chubby frame.  He touched his underbelly, feeling its softness and weight.  His fingers sunk in and with it, his dick began to get hard.

He pinched the nipples on his flabby chest, making them bounce and jiggle with one hand as he ran his fingers up and down the length of his penis.   He wasn’t well-hung, and at his weight, his short dick was already half buried in a roll of flab under his belly.   He rubbed his dick against that flab and swung it back and forth.  His dick oozed a drip of clear precum which immediately lubricated his underbelly and made the sensation of his dick sliding over fat even more pleasuring.   Delicate soft fat rubbing on his dickhead, feeling like soft butter on the verge of melting.

A mental image of himself a hundred pounds fatter flickered through his mind and the thought of all that flabby, soft lard hanging off of his limbs and swelling his belly and ass sent him over the edge.   He pictured losing his penis in the flab, and having a belly that weighed him down and made him huge.   He shot a load of cum straight across the room, splattering on the television screen, and several DVD’s on the shelf next to it.  

He regained his breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead before getting up with a tissue to wipe the cum off the TV.   The DVD’s splattered with white goo were a copy of “The Blob”, “Slither” and “The Meaning of Life”.  He chuckled to himself about the last one, thinking about the scene where the obese glutton eats too much and explodes.   He took the DVD off the shelf and put it on the coffee table to watch later.

There was a knock on the door soon after and Randy found himself naked with just the towel within reach to wrap up in, so he did.   The guy delivering the food laughed quickly to himself at the sight of Randy’s soft, exposed body in the towel, but Randy was focused more on the three full bags of food.   He paid the kid and went back downstairs to pack it all into his gut. 

Battered, deep fried chicken balls, wontons, refried rice, egg rolls, beef and broccoli, lemon chicken, and a handful of complimentary fortune cookies that were obviously meant to go to the assumed six people who would be eating this feast.    Randy took off his towel, sat back on the couch with his legs spread wide, and piled the coffee table with food.  He turned on the DVD and began to eat.   He ate like he was starving.   He pushed multiple egg rolls into his mouth at the same time, ate the two large orders of chicken balls in mere minutes, and within thirty minutes, he was staring at empty food containers and feeling his swollen belly with his sticky fingers.   He soon passed out in that spot, surrounded by raw evidence of his gluttony.


3.

“Hey!  The door was unlocked!”

The words shot through the sleeping fat boy like a knife.   Randy scrambled to wrap the towel around his privates and get himself on his feet.  It was a lost cause, however, as Grant once again had his mouth open in shock, his eyes big and looking over the debris from the feast that had happened hours earlier.

“Holy shit, look at this!”  Grant said, laughing.   “I guess you can eat!”

Randy was red with embarrassment - he hadn’t even gotten dressed today, all he did was eat until the only thing he could do was sleep!   He was about to rush to his dresser and get dressed, but Grant stopped him and made him sit back down. 

“No, no, no… just stay there, and I’ll put the food away in the fridge for you.   I doubt you’re that hungry,” Grant laughed again.

Randy didn’t say anything, but he actually felt hungry again.   He would never say it, though.   This man was in prime shape, muscular and energetic - he felt like he a complete hog in comparison.  

“Are you?”  Grant asked after putting a tray in the fridge.

“What?” Randy asked in response. 

“Are you hungry?”  Grant confirmed, a big smile on his face as he peered out from behind the fridge door. 

“Oh, no.   I couldn’t,” Randy lied.

Grant looked back at him with a cocked eyebrow.   He stopped loading the fridge and pulled one of the trays back out.   He plopped it heavily on the countertop and unwrapped the tin foil cover, letting out a cloud of steam.

“Are you sure?   I have three types of chicken strips, spicy potato wedges, cornbread, and bacon carbonara right here…  I bet you can fit it in,” Grant winked, grabbing a fork from the drawer and stabbing into the middle of the pile of food.

Before Randy could protest, Grant had dropped the tray in front of him and let the smell of the food do the rest of the talking.   Before Grant was back in the kitchen, Randy was already two mouthfuls into his next meal.   Grant smiled, and turned away before Randy could notice the look in his eyes. 

“There are three more trays in the fridge!   I’ll be back tomorrow night!” Grant called out from the stairs as he left, catching a glimpse of Randy again. 

As he locked the door behind him, Grant chuckled to himself a little as a tears welled up in his eyes from his luck.   It was perfect.  Things were perfect again, and that sweet feeling coursing through his veins brought back pieces of his past and the person who he had built the space for, and all the events that had brought him to this moment.  This time, it would all go perfectly, and when he wanted - he would make sure of it.


4.

Three weeks went by and Randy’s weight skyrocketed.  His belly had drooped lower, and stuck out farther ahead of him.  His love handles were riddled with new red stretch marks, and his ass was bubbling out like a beach ball.  He hadn’t weighed himself, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he had gained thirty pounds in that short time.   His appetite was truly out of control now, and the trays brought home for him every night were packed with more and more food, yet they were always empty by morning. 

It was a month after he moved in that Randy outgrew his favourite shirt.   His belly hung out from underneath the fabric in a soft, low curve that dangled a few inches over the front of his pants.  He knew it would happen, with all the eating and relaxing.   He had to order a larger uniform from the fast food place he worked at and felt a lot better with the new baggy shirt and pants.   He ordered two sizes larger than the last pair, taking a 2XL and size 48 pants, knowing he would be growing into them soon enough.

Grant kept bringing more and more food every night.   There always seemed to be a little more than the night before, and Randy kept surprising himself by eating it all every single time.   Not once had Grant showed  up to find food left over, it was always inside of his belly, stretching and adding over a pound of pure fat to his frame every day.   The first thirty days had him weighing in at 334lbs, up nearly 40lbs.  It was the biggest gain he’d ever had, and it was all thanks to the heavy, fattening load of food that was plopped in front of him. 

After a few times of Randy ordering take-out food in the daytime, Grant brought more food, saying it was so he wouldn’t need to order delivery the next day - but the food never lasted the night.   He would show up around seven every evening and find Chinese take-out boxes, empty pizza boxes, empty bags from burger places, and Styrofoam containers from the Lebanese  and the Greek restaurants.   With a belly sticking out like a beach ball, Randy wouldn’t hesitate and would dive into the trays of food, regardless of how much he ate during the day.  

He asked for his hours at work to be cut back after the second month, after another 40lbs gained.  He was developing a waddle, and had grown two sizes bigger, so he ordered 5xl shirts and his manager had to measure his waistline for his pant size.   Size 50.   Randy’s face turned red as his manager gave him a cocked eyebrow at the immense, sudden growth.    When he asked for less hours, the manager agreed, and went back to work, clearly put off by what looked to be an employee having a life crisis.   Randy could’ve forced himself to tell the truth and say that it was because his rent was cheap, and he was fed enough to feed an army, but he didn‘t care what people thought.   He went back to work for the rest of his shift with an erection buried in his flabby underbelly roll.  


5.

“What happened to the guy who was supposed to live here, if you don’t mind me asking?” Randy asked one night, nervous that he had overstepped his boundaries during a rare meal together.  

Randy was laying back on the couch, with his feet up.   A warm aluminium tray sat on his belly, filled with tender, juicy ribs in a smoky sauce.  The red sauce was smeared over his face, hands, and chest.   It had been five months since he had moved in, and he was 172lbs heavier now, pushing towards 500lbs.   He was only in a pair of underwear briefs, and Grant seemed to give no notice to that.   He did give notice to the question, lowering his fork back to his plate on the other end of the coffee table.

“Well…  he was a big guy,”  Grant started.   “Like, really big.  So big that when it came time for him to move in, he couldn’t really leave his place.”

“That big, huh?”  Randy asked with a cheek pouched out with pork.

“Huge.   He had to be over 800lbs,”  Grant said before quickly taking another bite of food.

“Wow.  That is definitely huge,”  Randy said with a grin that faded quickly, forgetting the fact that the story didn’t have a happy ending.

“He didn’t mind being big, and he ate a lot - more than what you can put away,” Grant continued.  “He was excited about this place, but when it came time to move him in, he was having trouble getting out of bed.   Getting him through the doors was impossible.”

Randy just listened.   His heart was racing.   He was turning into this guy, and Grant was the reason of it.   He didn’t say anything, the thought spinning through his mind.   He was the replacement.  It was an odd thought, but it didn’t really take him by surprise.   He always knew there was something strange going on, but it hadn’t been made clear until now.

“Was he your…?” Randy finally asked as Grant took a long drink of beer.

“I don’t know what he was, to be honest.    A good friend, but maybe more on one side than the other,”  Grant confessed, then took another swig of beer.

“That must have been hard, sorry,” Randy said, giving a brave smile, which Grant returned.

“It’s okay,” Grant said softly.

“Well, I’m sure he enjoyed the food as much as I do, and appreciated what you built for him, even if he didn’t get to live in it,” Randy said, and as he finished, a belch rose up from his belly.    Grant burst out laughing.

“Made some room for more?”  Grant laughed, slapping Randy’s blubbery belly, sending ripples throughout it.  

“Sorry!   Didn’t feel that coming, but it sure felt good,” Randy chuckled.

“That’s a shame!  You made all that room and you only have a handful of ribs left!”  Grant exclaimed.   “I can’t believe how much you can put away.”

“Thanks.   I mean, for everything.   You don’t know how amazing this all is,” Randy said with a smile.

“No, thank you.   It means a lot to have you here.   You’re the best tenant I could ask for,” Grant said, then suddenly felt like he had said enough for the night.   “I have to head out.   Have a good night, big guy.”

“Alright, well, thanks again!”  Randy said before leaning back and putting his feet up.  

“Do you need anything at the store?” Grant asked from the stairs.

“Uhhh…” Randy’s mind immediately screamed for bigger clothes.  “No, I think I’m good.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning!”  Grant said and left, locking the door shut behind him.

Randy looked down at himself.  He was a mess.  Smeared with rib sauce, belly packed so full of food that he didn’t think he could even get up.   He took a sauce-smeared hand and licked at his fat fingers to clean them off, and then wiped the greasy, mostly clean hands off on his undersized shirt.    He threw his arms out in front of his bloated body, using them as counterweight to rock his lard-filled body forward.   It didn’t work.   He threw his plump arms forward again and rocked his head forward, which shifted his body forward momentarily but it wasn’t enough, and he swung back down onto the couch again.  

The next push forward was better, but now he was sweating and panting hard.   His stomach was so stuffed with food, and surrounded by so much blubber that bending at the waist was almost impossible.   On the forth try, he belched and passed gas at the same time and knew he was going to need to get to the washroom soon.   On the fifth try, he managed to get himself seated on the edge of the couch, his massive pile of belly fat hanging down heavily between his giant, flabby legs.    His fleshy body made him unable to reach his penis well at all anymore, and the sexual frustration was starting to get to him, but not enough to stop eating like a pig.   He took a moment to catch his breath before heaving all his weight up into the standing position.

As he stood, his belly fell down almost to his knees, and his fat chest sloshed down and out to the sides, unable to find anywhere else to go on his oversized body.    He stood with his legs wide apart with his back arched - even if it wasn’t something you could see, with his fat rolls obscuring his spine.   He felt his shorts slip down the curve of his big fat ass, and didn’t even attempt to try to stop the fabric slipping.   The 6xl shirt he was wearing was the biggest he had to wear at home, and it was exposing so much flesh that he was not decent to ever walk out the door in anything other than his massive uniform for work - and that was happening less and less.  He knew he would be fired because of his weight soon, but it also didn’t stop his appetite.

He took a heavy, clumsy step to the left to shuffle by the coffee table.   It was a simple movement, but at this size, Randy felt like it was a tricky manoeuvre  and was thinking it was time to start using the reclining chair more.     He grabbed onto the back of the recliner as he took the next few steps, his underbelly sloshing and jiggling with every tiny movement.   The constant body movements were throwing his balance off lately, and his muscles weren’t holding up to the weight very well. 

He was gasping for air by the time he made it into the washroom.   He turned on the shower, letting it run at a lukewarm temperature while he sat heavily down on the toilet - which no longer felt large to him.   The large bowl felt like a normal one now, and knowing how huge it felt when he first moved in, he felt a certain pride in his incredibly fast growth.   The large meals, the endless eating and sitting on his ass had transformed himself into such a huge mess of lard that he was worried about how he would even be able to function as a person soon.  

He entered the large shower afterwards and enjoyed the slightly cool water showering down from above his head.    The water helped lower his temperature that he worked up in the short path from the couch to the washroom.   The sweat washed away, and the soap bar was soon sliding and glossing over every inch and fold of fat.   He loved the feeling of the lather on his skin, making it slippery as he ran his hands in and out of the endless rolls, folds, and between his legs.   The body fat was especially tender between his thighs and the rubbing skin always made them hot and in need of some special attention.    He took a handful of his thigh fat, and felt the heavy blob of flesh in his palm, knowing that there was more fat on one of his thighs now than there had been on his entire belly a few months ago.  

It took twenty minutes to shower off completely, getting in every fold and crevice.  He felt clean and fresh and ready for a sleep in his big, comfortable bed that was feeling less and less big on a daily basis.   He walked over to the foggy mirror and wiped it dry - revealing a reflection he barely recognized.   Fat was not the word to describe how massive he was now.  Stretch marks riddled his body, red and new.   They itched, and after mentioning it to Grant a week ago, he found a few bottles of different medicated lotions in with a bag of things he asked for from the store.   There was a  lotion that worked at keeping the itch down, one that helped with areas of acne and pimples that had started in a few spots of his body, and a lotion to treat stretch mark redness.   He hadn’t applied the last one because he liked the look of the red lines; they made him feel like he had accomplished something.   

He has just ran some hair gel into his hair when he heard a knock on the entrance door.  He wasn’t expecting anyone, and Grant knocked in a particular way so he knew it wasn’t him, but he recognized the knock - he just couldn’t place it.   He only had a towel to cover himself, or the dirty shirt and shorts, so he wrapped the beach towel around his waistline and let his belly overhang pin it in place like a paperclip on a stack of loose sheets.  

He waddled out and over to the stairs, where he found a face peering back in at him through the small window in the door.   Randy felt his heart race, his palms and forehead bead up with sweat, and his chest tighten.    He hadn’t seen his father in over a year and now he was standing at his door, looking back down at his son, who was double the weight he was last time they had seen each other.   Back then, his father had called him a lazy, fat slob but now that was an understatement.


6.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” Randy asked as he opened the door up.

His father looked at him, unable to exclaim the disgust in front of him.  He had always thought his son wasn’t going to amount to anything, playing video games and eating junk food all day, but this was beyond the line.   His son was a disgusting embarrassment and he was going to put a stop to it.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked coldly, slapping Randy’s belly too hard for comfort.

“It’s nothing…  what do you want?” Randy asked, still blocking the entrance.

“It’s not nothing.   Look at you!  Its disgusting and sick!   How the hell do to expect to live like this?!” his father yelled, before giving his son a little push backwards.   “Aren‘t you going to let your own father in?”

The light shove was enough to send Randy off-balance and he stumbled backwards, losing his footing instantly.   He watched as his father didn’t even try to attempt to help him from falling, and felt his 500lb body give in to gravity as he dropped to the landing in the split-level staircase.  

His body hit hard, busting the drywall and twisting Randy’s leg at a slight angle.    Normally, a person wouldn’t be taken out by such a small fall, but Randy’s weight was too much for his leg to support.  He could feel it pinch with pain and he managed to straighten it out in front of him.   Luckily, his towel was still wrapped around his waist, thanks to his giant belly pinning it in place. 

His father stepped down a few steps and then went right past his injured son, sneering at him as he walked by.     Randy said nothing, and didn’t try to get up from the spot.   He would need help to get up to his feet, and he didn’t want it from his father.  

“You’re such a lazy, spoiled, fat ball of…”  his father began, stopping himself before saying too much.   “I didn’t raise you to be like this.  I raised you to be a man, but I guess I didn’t try hard enough.”

“You didn’t try at all,” Randy responded between heavy breaths.  He heard the footsteps head toward the stairs in response. 

“What did you say?”  his father asked, knowing what he had heard.

“I said I want you to leave now,”  Randy stated.    “Or do you only leave when it‘s convenient for just you?”

“Yeah, well, no one listened to me at home.  Your mother left, and you turned into a damn zombie on the couch, eating all this shit…” his father responded.  “…and look at you now.  It makes me sick.”

Randy listened as his father walked into the living room area, inspecting all the empty food boxes and trays.   There was a noticeable dent in the couch from where his son sat every day, fattening up bigger and bigger.   The bed also had a dent, and a look into the washroom showed him massive, filthy, food covered clothes and a toilet that was three times the size of a normal one.   

“You’re such a mess… look at how you live!   I can’t believe you’re even a part of me.   It disgusts me that you came from me, it really does,” his father continued.  

“Leave!” Randy hollered.   “I’ll live the way I want, you live the way you want!”

It was then that Randy realized why his father was even at his apartment at all.   He must’ve been looking for a place to stay, or for a loan.   He had done it once before, right after the divorce and Randy had allowed him to crash on his couch.   That was years back, and their relationship had taken many beatings since then, most over Randy’s lifestyle decisions and life choices.  

“You want me to go, butterball?   Because I will, but this time it will be the very last time,” his father threatened.   “You want that, you piece of shit?” 

“Yes!  Go, already!   You’re not staying here, and I’m not giving you any money.   You’re on your own!”  Randy yelled.

His father finally stomped back to the stairs where he could make eye contact with his son.    The sight of the huge display of exposed lard made his skin crawl.  He couldn’t understand how someone could do that to themselves.   How could someone eat so much that they let themselves gain 200lbs of soft, weak fat in a year, walk around with a towel on, and not care about what they look like?   They were all disgusting.   Fat people of all sizes, but this mess of a human in front of him was the fattest, most disgusting one of them all.   The empty trays, the flabby soft rolls, the huge toilet… it was all something his son chose.   It was all wrong, and it was sick.   He felt an anger build in his stomach and walked up to his son to stand over him.

“Get up,” his father commanded.

“No,”  Randy said in return, giving an icy glare.

“Do it.”

“No.”

“You can’t get up, can you?” his father said with a demented grin.   “You fat fucking pig.   You can’t even get up!”

“You pushed me down the fucking stairs,” Randy said through gritting teeth.

“Four little steps!   This is disgusting.   You have some serious problems,”  his father said back with equal intensity.

It was then that Randy saw some movement behind his father.

“What’s going on here?”  Grant asked as he appeared from the garage, an urgency in his voice and a baseball bat in his hands.

Randy’s father spun around in surprise and raised his hands up a little in protest.

“It’s fine.   I’m Randy’s father,” he said with a nervous smile.

“Oh yeah? “ Grant asked, eyes locked on the man like an eagle about to strike the weasel in his nest.  

“We’re discussing his poor life decisions,”  the father said, looking back at his son with a glare.  “He was just going to show me that he can get up on his own.”

Randy tried to get up by shifting to his side a little, but Grant stopped him.

“Randy, sit still.   Are you hurt?” Grant asked, eyes still locked on Randy’s father.

“Not really.  It’s okay,” Randy confirmed.

“No.   It’s not okay,” Grant’s blood was boiling.

“Look, whoever the hell you are, this is a private discussion between me and my worthless piece of shit son, so if you can just fuc…” 

Randy’s father didn’t expect the rush of pain which hit his face like a freight train.   The butt end of the baseball bat struck his nose and crumbled it in a split second, sending him to his knees with blood dripping down his shirt.   He was about to scream in a confused protest of anger and spite when Grant’s strong hands grabbed him by the collar and dragged him up the stairs and out into the porch.   Randy heard the cracking sound of a fist to a face and then silence for a good twenty seconds.

“If you ever show up here again, I will not hesitate to do so much more to that pretty face of yours,” Grant’s voice was so calm and focused that it sent a chill down Randy’s fat-buried spine. 

There was the click of the main door’s deadbolt locks, and Grant was back at the staircase with a concerned look on his face.   He couldn’t stand seeing the sight in front of him.   Randy was everything he had at the moment, and the thought of him in pain or danger drove him wild.

“Was that really your father?”  Grant asked, extending a hand down to Randy, who nodded in response.

“He seems like quite the guy,”  Grant said with a wink.  “I hope you don’t mind what I did to him?”

“It’s okay, he had it coming,” Randy gave a quick smile.

Grant pulled back hard with his hand locked with Randy’s.   The weight was incredible.   Randy shuffled up by flinched in pain when he tried to put weight on his right leg.   Grant guessed it was just a pulled muscle, but when that muscle has to move a quarter ton of fat, it was a problem.   They slowly and surely made their way to the bed,  with Randy sweating so much that his almost naked body was slick and red by the time they got there.   Grant revelled in the sensation of all that heavy, soft blubber that was wobbling and being supported by his much smaller frame.   He felt powerful and strong.

“Okay, on three, I’m going to lower you back easily into the bed, okay?”  Grant prepared his fat friend.

Randy dropped his weight back to the mattress and felt the hard muscles in Grant’s arms pump in response to his falling weight.   He sighed heavily as his blubbery ass sunk into the mattress, sending his body fat into a different shape that wrapped around him like he was trapped in a collection of tires made of gelatine.   His flabby body spilled out in all directions and Grant sunk his hands into Randy’s love handle to help him roll over into the middle of the bed.     The sight of all that flesh was arousing Grant, but he needed to keep control of himself.   It wasn’t time.

Randy finally was situated in the bed, his fat ass spread out and sunken into the mattress with his belly pouring out in front of him,  almost covering his knees and reaching down further than his hands could.    His fat back was bruised and Grant inspected the purple marks with concern.    He helped remove Randy’s towel and assured him that it was okay if he was naked.     Randy was worried about decency, especially after getting such an emotional beating.

“How about I get some food, maybe some beers, too?” Grant offered.   “Is there anything I can get you?”

“Something for the pain, but yeah… something to eat, maybe?”  Randy asked.   “On second thought, just the pain killers.”

“Why no food?   Not even a snack?”  Grant asked.

“I’ve had enough to eat, I think,”  Randy said, looking away in worry.

Grant said nothing, he just rushed off to go get some pain killers.   He returned, however, with a lot more.   Three trays of food, a few big jugs of creamy fluid, and a few bags of fast food.   The smell was intoxicating, and despite having only finished eating less than two hours ago, he dug into the food without any resistance.

“See?   I knew you were hungry,”  Grant said with a smile, handing Randy a couple pills for the pain.   “You didn’t deserve to hear any of what he said to you.  You know that, right?”

Randy took the pills and washed them down with a swig from the jug.   His mouth flooded with a milkshake that tasted amazing.   Grant was looking at him with a slight grin as he watched Randy drink the weight gain shake without even questioning what he was about to drink.

“I know, but the words still hurt,” Randy confessed, looking at the handful of food he had just grabbed out of the first tray.

“You are a big guy, but that’s not a bad thing,” Grant assured.  

“Thanks, Grant.   For everything…”  Randy said, but his voice trailed off at the end.    His mind was racing, and he wasn’t sure it was good for him to be living this way.


7.

Randy woke up with a growling belly and a need to go to the washroom, but his leg wasn’t going to allow it.   Grant was upstairs in his house, Randy could hear his footsteps above him.   He needed to get up and to the washroom, very soon, or else he would wet the bed.   He waited for as long as he could before calling Grant on the phone.

“Hey Randy, are you okay?” Grant said when he answered.

“I… I need some help,”  Randy said, ashamed.  

“No worries!  I’ll be right down!” Grant said, and the call ended.

In less than a minute, Grant was downstairs and by the bed with a bag in hand.  

“Alright, so what can I help you with?” Grant asked, knowing already what he would be asked.

“It’s embarrassing.   I’m so sorry,” Randy said with tears in his eyes.

“Number one or number two?” Grant said, calm and relaxed, with a grin.

Randy was shocked at the ease and comfort Grant had in this situation, before realizing that he must have helped his old friend with this very matter.   The thought was comforting, but also strange and off-putting.   The man who brought him all this food and was the reason why he was so obese was also a man who seemed all too happy to assist in helping him remove what the food had been reduced to.     He was trapped.

“Number one, for now…”  Randy answered quietly, his face a dark shade of blushing red. 

“Alright, now this is going to be a little revealing, but it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Grant assured.    He effortlessly slipped on a pair of medical gloves.  

He pulled a small plastic jug from the bag, one with a spout and a handle which Randy recognized from medical shows.    Grant got onto the bed and with both hands, pushed back the large apron of belly fat to expose the volleyball-sized roll of pubic fat that had buried Randy’s cock deep underneath.   With one hand, he pushed back on the pubic fat as well, exposing two unused testicles below a hole that looked like another belly button.     Grant smiled, out of view from Randy’s sight, as he looked at Randy’s ruined sexual organ like it was a long-lost ancient artefact.  

With two experienced fingers, Grant pushed into the ultra-soft fat around the hole, with a finger above and below so the penis would poke out between them.   Grant was loving every second, taking note that Randy’s penis was much smaller than what he was used to seeing, as it was still buried deep in the lard even though he was pushing back so much of the flabby mess.   

Finally, the tiny, pink head of Randy’s soft penis poked out of the blubber and Grant lightly locked on to it with his gloved fingers.   He then grabbed the jug and pressed the open spout up to Randy’s penis and made a seal around the tiny dick.  

“Okay, you’re good to go!” Grant confirmed.

Randy was so embarrassed and nervous that he suddenly found he couldn’t let himself begin urinating.   He laid there, looking up at the ceiling and his old mounted kayak, his heart pounding at the entire situation.    He took several long breaths and shook his head ‘no’.

“I can’t,” Randy started.

“You can, and will.   Just let it come,” Grant encouraged.

“I really can’t… just, please stop,” Randy said with tears welling up in his eyes.

“No,” Grant said firmly.

Before Randy realized what was happening, he felt a cool breeze focused on his genitals.   The sensation flooded back that he needed to urinate, and he began to do so in the plastic jug.

“That’s a little trick I learned way back,” Grant chuckled, talking over the sound of what was happening.  “Just blow down at it, and it helps it come for some reason.”

Randy said nothing, the sensation of pissing into a jug while his landlord helped him do it was too bizarre for him and he wanted nothing more than to see Grant leave the apartment.   It was humiliation he had never experienced before, and this was the easier one of the two things he would need help with.   He knew he had to lose some weight or else he would never escape this.   It was like he had been thrown onto a speeding train and there was no way to get off.

“Grant… I, I’m worried I’m getting too big,”  Randy started.  “I mean, look at what we’re doing here.”

Grant read the fear in Randy’s voice and responded to it.   

“There is nothing wrong with this,” he replied, and then quietly took the jug to the washroom and shut the door.   

Randy was trying to control his breathing as he began to panic.   He needed help.   His father was right.

“I’ll be back with lunch,” Grant said calmly after he emerged from the washroom, and went back upstairs.

Randy rolled himself over onto his side and felt his flabby body pour out in front of him.  His tits folded and rested on top of each other, his belly formed a blob in front of him, and he folded his chubby arms on top of it, hugging it like he used to hug a pillow in the same position.  Grant was back before he knew it, with the smells of hot food drifting in with him.

“I brought more than usual,” Grant said bluntly.  

“Please, I’m not hungry,” Randy lied, and his belly growled, calling his bluff.

“Eat it,” Grant ordered and set all the food within reach of the bed.

“I’m scared,” Randy confessed, sheepishly.

Grant turned into another person almost instantly.

“You are going to eat all of this, and you will appreciate every ounce of it,” Grant said with a cold stare.   “You love to eat, and all of this is going into you one way or another.”

“But…” Randy started, but his words were interrupted with a warm, butter-soaked bun being shoved into his mouth.

Grant sat on the edge of the bed, pushing Randy back onto his plump backside, and began hand feeding him.   He was like a machine, scooping up food and pushing it into Randy’s mouth with a pace that gave him no option but to swallow when he could so he could get some breaths in.   The food flowed steadily, each mouthful pressed in with Grant’s strong fingers.   He felt Grant’s fingerprints rub over his taste buds and he could taste him.  The flavour was addictive, and before he knew it, Randy was moaning and squirming in pleasure at the feeling.  

“Good piggy, keep eating.   Yeah, like that, baby…” Grant started whispering and encouraging when Randy’s pacing sped up.    “You love this life, don’t you, Piggy?  Eat and grow, that’s all you have to do for me.”

Randy just kept swallowing, responding well to the encouraging, and began eating faster than Grant could keep up with.   He was nearing the end of the feast, with only one tray left.   The tray’s lid was mounted up in the middle from the load of food inside.    Grant opened it up and laughed wickedly.   The smell was of pork, smoked and mouth-watering.

“Oh, Piggy… look what I have for you here!   We roasted a couple pigs at one of the restaurants, and guess what we have an abundance of that would be considered waste for everyone else?”   Grant said with a huge smile. 

Randy squirmed, not knowing if he should be excited or scared.  The wondering didn’t last long as Grant brought a big handful of the mystery food over to his lips.   He was gripping a big mass of a jiggling creamy-coloured lard that was partially golden from the roasting.   

“It’s hog lard… the same stuff that’s filling your body, Piggy,” Grant whispered as he pressed the large trimming of lard into Randy’s greasy lips.  “Open up.”

Randy did as he was told and felt the warm, greasy mass flood his mouth in a burst of smoky flavour that he instantly fell in love with.   He sucked on the glob of fat and made Grant smile again.   He rewarded Randy with another handful of fat trimmings, and another…  the heavy tray was emptying fast as the hog fat was being transformed into human fat.   It was a disgusting sight to see pure lard being handfed to someone who was so obese and out of shape, but it was a sight that Grant would never stop thinking about.   He wanted it to last forever, but before he was ready, the tray was empty and Randy was moaning  with his chubby hands cradling his bloated, tightly-packed stomach.   

“You did good.   I’ll be back in two hours.  Be hungry,” Grant said, pinching Randy’s nipple before leaving the apartment.


8.

Randy spent the next month in bed, and it was becoming clear that he would never leave it again.   His weight was skyrocketing and there was no way to escape it.   Grant was constantly bringing food, and Randy had quickly learned it was easier to just eat all of it on his own.   If he refused to finish the food, Grant would hand feed him to a level that was painful and unsettling, so he would simply consume every piece of food that he brought down without any objection.  

Hog lard scraps were brought in more often, and waste fat, it all went into Randy now.   Grant’s restaurants were ordered to save all pork fat, beef fat, and chicken fat, and several pounds of fat was added to his massive meals every day.   This was sending his health into a nose dive as his body was suddenly forced to deal with so much grease and lard that there was no way to reverse the effects.   His weight was ballooning, his heart was pounding, and his limbs were becoming weak and nearly useless from all the time in bed, laying motionless and obedient.   Randy feared for his life, but at the same time, he wasn’t overly concerned over what was happening to him.  Part of him was enjoying it. 

More months passed, and Randy was approaching 800lbs.    He was immobile, in every sense, and Grant was becoming more and more possessive with him.   The flesh he grew on Randy was his, and his alone.   He owned all that blubber and he was determined to have more.   It was something he had done before, fattening someone to extremes, he knew crossed a moral line, but it was something he deserved to have for himself.   The last time he tried to have a growing fat boy of his own, it didn‘t go to plan.  This time was different.   He would fatten Randy to the size he missed so much, and then keep him going.  He just needed to see how big he could push someone.    Randy wanted it badly as well, he was sure of it.  He would have to want it.

It was during a sponge bath when Randy asked Grant for a favour.   

“I need some relief, Grant.”

“Relief?”

“You know…”

“Are you horny, Piggy?” Grant asked with a huge smile.  “Do you need me to make you cum?”

Randy was embarrassed, hearing it described so bluntly.

“Yes,” Randy said quietly.

“No,” Grant said, the smile getting even bigger.

“What?   Why not?  You do everything else and it doesn’t bother you,” Randy snipped.

“Because you’re not ready,” Grant winked, and slowly licked one of Randy’s large nipples.

“Ready?”  Randy asked.

“Mmm…  you’re not ready for that yet.   Just a few more months, maybe a year, okay Piggy?”  Grant asked and chuckled a little, grabbing a handful of belly flesh and shaking it.

“Please!   I haven’t cum in so long!”  Randy pleaded.

“That’s because you’re so obese, Fatty,” he replied.   “Your poor little cock is buried so deep.   It’s incredible.”

“Please…”

“Not until I think it’s time.  You have so much more to eat before then.   Too much, maybe, for you to do by yourself,” Grant spoke calmly, running his fingers lightly over Randy’s huge lower belly. 

He poured some antibacterial soap onto a washcloth that had been soaking in a basin of hot water by the bed.   Lathered up, he began washing off Randy in their twice-daily ritual.   Every inch of him was washed, with several basins worth of water used.  It took about thirty minutes each time, but Grant loved it, and Randy secretly liked it, but it also reminded him of his lack of independence with everything in his life.  He just ate and ate, and nothing else.   Grant took over his entire life and made sure that he was kept growing so fast that his body couldn’t keep up.

Grant ran the soapy cloth over Randy’s huge belly and then moved into the deep folds, taking special care with them and inspecting every inch of skin.  New stretch marks were everywhere, and the old ones were very wide now.   He kept most rashes and bedsores at bay, washing his fattened captive often and applying powders and lotions after the sponge bathes.   Randy was grateful, but that fear of lost control grew more and more as he grew larger and larger.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Randy asked as Grant washed his back.

“I didn’t force you to eat everything at the start, did I?” Grant asked back.

“No, but you do now,” he replied.

“Yes, but that was because you were wanting to take your dad’s advice,” Grant said sharply.  “You do remember that he pushed you down the stairs, and your injured leg kept you in bed - not me.”

“But you forced me to eat after that, much more than usual,”  Randy retorted.  “The last 300lbs are from you, literally pushing the food into me.   Why?”

“You wanted it, you just didn’t know it.”

Grant pushed Randy over on his side after towelling his back dry.   His belly sloshed over to the side, pulling the rest of Randy with it.    The belly reached the side of the bed and poured over slightly, but Randy couldn’t see down past his very large, blubbery chest to see the vast expanse of obesity.   Grant moved in on the lower half of his backside, at the two massive ass cheeks that sat, stacked like the bottom two snowballs in an oversized snowman.  

“I didn’t want this,” Randy said, his words emphasized by Grant’s current cleaning position.

“Well, not this… but you wanted the food, and let’s be honest - you like being big, deep down,” Grant enforced.  “I knew for sure that day you ordered that load of Chinese food and ate it naked like a pig.   You had eaten so much food the night before and you were such a greedy, hungry piggy that you ordered more food to eat before your next  feast.   You showed me that you were a glutton, and proud of it, so I helped you.”

He was finished cleaning Randy’s ass by the time he finished talking, and patted it affectionately, his eyes soaking in the view.    The fat was dimpled and smooth, and he ran his fingers over it all as he applied a layer of lotion to the sensitive skin.    Randy moaned in pleasure and stuck his butt out a little to the feeling, and Grant decided it was time to introduce the next thing he had planned for him.

“I want to make things easier for you, Randy.  Will you let me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You deserve some rewards for being so good.”

“Can you please just help me cum, just once?   I’ve done everything you wanted, for months and months… I’m going crazy here!”  Randy pleaded.

“Not yet, but I can make things a lot more fun for you.   Will you let me?” Grant said, applying powder to the inside of Randy’s massive thighs as he spoke.

“Just tell me what you’re going to do,” Randy’s voice told that he knew he wasn’t going to get an answer.

Grant grabbed around Randy’s side and pulled him back towards the middle of the bed.  His body slowly shifted before his belly finally slid over to rest in his lap as his fat ass slowly melted into its usual spot.  His tits shuffled back and forth from the rebalancing act, and after a little squirming to get himself situated, Randy thanked him sheepishly.

“I’ll be back with your surprise,” Grant said with an energetic smile.

He returned from the kitchen naked, with a single cupcake in his palm.  The cupcake was white cake with white frosting and a red cherry on top.   It looked delicious and the vanilla smell made his mouth water.  Randy was so focused on the cupcake that he hadn’t realized Grant was nude.   When he did realize, he felt his buried penis start to get hard.   Grant was muscular and in good shape, with a light covering of hair and a cock that was impressive and big even when it wasn’t erect. 

“Eat this cupcake and you’ll be rewarded,” Grant smiled.

Randy was devouring the cupcake before he knew it, his stomach starving for the usual meal that he had after a sponge bath.   The cake was gone and the frosting still left in pockets in his mouth when he felt his arms go numb.   His legs felt heavier than normal, and his vision suddenly blurred.   He tried to speak, but the words slurred into nothing as his vision went black and he began to fall into a dream.


9.

There was a long hallway that went off into the far distance that was rapidly growing shorter towards him.  Randy turned to run but hands were pulling him down to the ground.  He couldn’t see them, but they were there, grabbing onto his body and dragging him down.  

His body!  It was like it had been before he had moved into the apartment.  Not thin, but not so obese that he couldn’t walk.  He looked at his body and admired it.  He couldn’t believe how fat he had let himself become.  He looked up and saw the hallway was gone, and his bed was in front of him, but it was covered in a giant, hideously veined, blob.   There was clear goop oozing out of it and it was terrifying as it moved and shifted like it was filled with people struggling to get out.  

Randy stepped towards it and stopped to look, but felt hands pushing him closer and closer to it.   A hole was visible in the huge featureless blob, just big enough to stick his hand into, and he felt his arm being pushed towards it.   He looked back to see who was pushing him and found himself face to face with his fat self.   The 800lb version of himself was guiding his arm into the hole, which burped a splatter of clear slime out of it as his fingers approached.  

With a hard shove, Randy’s hand dove into the hole and was sucked in deep, pulling him in up to his armpit.  His face was pressed against the blob, and the clear slime dripped down his face.   The hole was pulling him in, more and more.  It flexed open bigger as it pulled in his shoulder and he fought as hard as he could to stop his head from getting pulled in, but he felt the hole expanding to accommodate him.  Another hand pushed on his naked ass and he felt fingers push up into his asshole, pushing his whole body into the blob harder.   The pressure finally gave and he felt his head get pulled into the hole, followed by his other shoulder, which let the rest of his body glide up deep in the hole. 

The pressure in his ass was intense.  His body was surrounded by the blob, and his face was reaching the end of the hole.   It was there that the hole was filled with slime and his head was forced into it.  He couldn’t breathe in it and he held his breath as long as he could.   He couldn’t take it anymore!   He felt something that he thought was a thumb.  It pressed into his mouth and pushed itself in.   He realized it was not a thumb, but a cock.   It wasn’t very big, but it slid into his mouth with the same persistence as the things that had pushed into his ass.

The cock slid in deeper, and deeper.  It went down his throat and into his stomach where it began to slide in and out before starting to cum.  It wouldn’t stop cumming.  He felt his body filling up like he was being inflated.  The hole felt tight now, and his body felt sore and tired suddenly.  He felt so full.  The blob he was lost in started feeling less huge now.   He was feeling bigger, though.  Much bigger.  Too big, maybe?

The pressure inside of him was building further and further.  The cock that had snaked its way into Randy’s belly was draining the blob into him, and all the movement of the people trapped inside was shifting into his own body.  The pressure up his ass was letting up slowly, but the pressure building inside his belly was not slowing down or stopping in the least.    Randy felt something move inside of him.   It was several feet out of his reach, but he knew it was part of him.  He was bigger than the blob had been now.  

The blob was gone.   The room was melting.   Drips of white were pulling everything down into the floor.

Randy screamed.

He woke up.

Sweat was pouring down his face and he felt like he was choking.  He coughed.   His vision was unfocused and hard to manage.    He caught a glimpse of Grant, smiling down at him.  The room was bright.   He couldn’t move his head or his fingers.   His body still felt undefined.   He was the blob, he knew it.  He couldn’t see it, but he knew that his dream was more real than he hoped.

“Welcome back, piggy.”

Randy tried to focus on the voice and situate his mind properly.  He felt like he had been asleep for years.  His heart was pounding.  He could hear it thumping in his chest.   It was loud and rapid.   He blacked out for a second.   When his mind came back, he was shaking a little, as much as his body allowed.   He got a look at his chest and found his well shaped man tits to be replaced with a large sweeping curve that spanned out from the fingers of one of his outstretched arms to the other.   His nipples were the size of his palms and were so stretched out that they showed no definition, other than being pink on his creamy light peach skin. 

His vision blurred and his eyes rolled into his head.  He felt dizzy.   He finally found himself again and the feeling in his legs came back suddenly.   The adjustment was shocking.  He could feel his thighs, spread apart almost doing the splits, the fat contained in them was so much that they had no more room to grow and was now contorting his skeleton to make sure that there was more room for fat to multiply.  He moaned as he wiggled his toes, feeling that even they were so plump that they were unable to fight against the endless blubber filling his entire body.

Grant leaned close and kissed him on the forehead, which he could feel was also swelling up with a layer of fat.   He felt a pain shoot up his arm that also blurred his vision.   He coughed and felt lightheaded.  The pounding in his chest continued like a drum beat.   He felt sweat run down his forehead until it hit something he hadn’t noticed until then.   A tube was taped on his cheek.  It ran into his nostril and he could feel it run down the back of his throat.    Another tube went in the other nostril and hissed oxygen into his nose every few seconds.  He tried to talk, but nothing came out from his still-sleeping vocal chords.

“It’s time, my Piggy.”

Grant ran his hands all over Randy, before pulling on a sturdy steel chain.  The chain links clinked slowly and Randy felt a large expanse of his vast belly rise slowly, contained from below by what felt like a heavy cloth, or possibly a tarp.   He felt hundreds of pounds of pure flab rise up and push back against his enormous chest, pressing into his double chin and pushing his head back into the pillow even harder.  He could feel the rolls on the back of his neck and head bunch up, pushing out his ears and fighting back against the fat pushing down on his head.   It made it harder to breathe as the fat pooled above his lungs and heart.  

Once Grant had the belly raised up high enough, he locked off the chain and looked at Randy with pride.  The sight of his creation was astonishing.   No one would believe the sight of it, but that didn’t stop him from filing every moment since the pig had passed out from the drugged cupcake.  He was more fat than man.  So much so, that his fat outweighed his actual body in a ten to one ratio.   He fattened up so easily and quickly after he had drugged him into a six month coma of constant tube feeding.

No one had come to find him, no one seemed to care.   Randy had been the perfect fit for him, and had done so well - much better than he had ever seen.   The scale wouldn’t weigh him after he passed its 1200lb capacity two months ago, and Grant was sure he was the heaviest person alive, or even in the course of human history.   It was empowering, and that rush was addictive.   He had been here so many times before, but this one time was special.  It was the biggest growth, the most reckless, but also the easiest.   There was basically no fight, and his body had grown so exquisitely.   He was perfect, but now it was time.

“Piggy, do you still want me to help you cum?” Grant asked with an excited grin.

Randy couldn’t answer, his fat face was pushed back and both his mouth and eyes were swollen shut from all the body fat backed up into it.   He wiggled his fingers as much as he could, and Grant could see the slightest movement in his pinkie finger.  He chuckled and put on a medical glove, which he daubed with some lubricant.  

“You’re more than ready for this now.  The others didn’t get to have it like this, you lucky pig.”

Randy felt slick, slimy fingers press into his pubic fat roll, which was the size that his belly had been barely a year ago.  The heavy, soft blob of lard was pushed back further and further… two fingers wiggled in the deep hole that his cock sat buried in.   They finally flicked at the tip of his small dick, covering them in lube, and sending a wave of pent-up pleasure through his overburdened body.   He felt a pressure throb in his skull.   He moaned, his face turning from red to white.   

“What’s wrong, Piggy?   Are you too fat?” Grant laughed, jiggling Randy’s suspended belly.

Randy felt the fingers grab at his semi-hard cock, their grip slick from the lube and precum.  Tears welled up in his eyes.  He realized that there was a video camera mounted over his head, the red light on as it recorded.   It was capturing every moment in HD as he struggled to survive the act of orgasm.  Grant’s head popped up from the side of the bed and into his field of sight, slightly.  

“Do you want me to suck it?  Suck your little penis, my good piggy?”  Grant asked, licking his lips.

He dove back under the expanse of belly after giving Randy a kiss on the mouth that had his tongue exploring inside, pushing into Randy’s mouth like his dream.  He sighed and tried to speak after it was finished, but only had managed one word.

“Love,” he whimpered.

“You sure do love your food, don’t you?   How about you have some while I blow that neglected little dick of yours?”

He turned a nozzle on the machine that drained the feeding tube contents into him, opening it all the way.   Randy felt the tube cool down as fresh gainer shake flowed smoothly through it and down into his belly, where it began to fill the tank of a stomach.   The feeling made his cock get harder, and with it, another black-out.  

He awoke with blurred vision again, but an unmistakable sensation riding up and down on his penis.  He felt the hot mouth wrapped around his small dick, the tongue working frantically on it like was going to vanish at any second.   Randy groaned as the warm, wet feeling slipped over and over the length of his dick, Grant’s face ramming into the bulky fat pad with every push.   There was a giant rocking movement which sent a repeating wave of soft flesh slapping into Randy’s fat chin and face, making it harder and harder to breath as his stomach filled with weight gain shake and the weight of the flab pushed more and more air out each time.  

He felt his erection soften for a minute as a numb pain moved through his body.   When it returned, Grant sucked harder and faster, and pushed his hand under the bulge of lard that had swallowed up Randy’s unused balls.  His fingers worked their way deep into the start of his giant ass crack, where they found the asshole they were looking for.   Two fingers slid in and dug in deep to find Randy’s prostate, where they began to massage and stroke as Grant’s mouth  worked on his pulsing 2” dick.  

“You’re so ready, Pig,” Grant said loud enough for Randy to hear.

He plunged down on the tiny cock and flicked his tongue over the few exposed inches.   He also squeezed at Randy’s prostate at the same time, sending a wave through the fat blob that was irreversible.  

“Mmmph!” escaped from Randy’s mouth as the wave of pleasure ripped through his body.

He felt his balls heave and a thick load pulsed inside of him.  He felt the load push up the shaft of his buried cock, and in response, Grant sucked and let the vacuum pull his face in deep in anticipation.   The moment before it shot from the tip of his cock, another wave surged through the fat blob.   He shook as a wave of pain hit that was so hard that it didn’t even register as pain, but rather, it felt like pleasure. 

Thick, gooey cum erupted from his tiny cock like a fountain, and Grant sucked down every drop.  He let it run over his tongue and felt the texture and taste of it.  Every piggy had a different taste, and Randy’s was the best so far.   He hummed “mmm” as the cum kept spurting, knowing that Randy was in the middle of something much bigger than just a simple orgasm.   His body bucked at its own weight, unable to fight the cracking hits of pain that was sending his senses into fits and starts.

His vision flickered, his breathing stopped against his will for a few seconds, and his hearing faded away, unable to hear the fast, pounding beats of his heart, but allowing him to feel the pounding in his chest as his heart fought a dying fight.  Grant was back in view, licking his lips and rubbing his firm stomach like he had finished a huge buffet of food.   He then lowered the chain supported tarp that suspended his belly up, and Randy felt the weight lessen on his chest and face - but it wouldn’t do any good now and he knew it. 

Grant had done this before, he knew it now.   More than once.    He was far too calm and cool for the situation.   Randy knew now what he had meant by “being ready”.  The man took people and fattened them, denying them sexual relief until he had made them too big to survive it, and then moved on to the next one.   He felt fear grip his soul as he saw the hallway from his dream again.   It was slamming shut on him like a falling elevator shaft.   The pounding drum of his heart was all he could hear. 

Grant appeared over him and then leaned in so close that he couldn’t see anything in focus anymore.  His eyes stared into Randy’s and his lips locked on his, too.   He felt Grant’s mouth and tongue kissing him deeply, sucking his air out of his mouth and keeping his mouth sealed tight around Randy’s.   Panic shot through him as his air was gone, and the shooting pains were coming to a rest in his chest.   He squirmed and gasped, but Grant kept kissing him and then climbed on top of him and laid there, where his added weight made it impossible for Randy to breath.  

Grant began humping Randy’s huge belly, pushing his erect cock into the soft hook of skin that made up his stretched out bellybutton.   His hard, thick cock pushed in and pulled out from the buttery flab, and he kept his eyes locked on the growing panic that was flooding Randy’s fat face.  

“Lard.  That’s all you are, Piggy.   A whole lot of lard,” Grant said coldly as he bucked his hips hard.  “You deserved to cum, you fat fucking pile of lard.   You deserve it.” 

Grant pushed in hard and held it in as his cock pulsed and shot a powerful blast of cum deep into Randy’s navel.   The cum trickled out of the hole and tickled the curve of skin as  it found a path to drip.  Randy wanted to touch the tickle, to try to stop the feeling, but he couldn’t.  His arms weren’t working, his fingers weren’t responding.  He could feel the large dick pressing into his belly, and nothing else.   The pain had stopped.

The sound had stopped, but he could hear Grant breathing hard from cumming.  He couldn’t hear his heart pounding, though.   A wave of comfort washed through him and the weight of his body seemed to fade.   As his vision faded out, he got a last glimpse of Grant as he sucked on his giant nipple, a devilish grin on his face and his eyes locked on Randy’s as they went blank.

“Good Piggy…  Good Piggy…”


SEVERAL MONTHS LATER

The ad had been in the classifieds for only a week, but there was already twenty people lined up to see it per day.   It was beginning to look like it wasn’t going to happen again, but then he arrived.  He was much bigger than the ones that had fallen for the trap before, but he was also younger, too.  He was born to be a pile of blubber, and he knew it like he had with Randy… and Tim, and Frank, and Dustin, and Pete, and Jim….

He showed him the apartment, and Grant watched as the new pig looked at the kayak hanging on the wall in the garage, before he led him downstairs to plant the seeds of rapid growth and gluttony that would consume this one like it had to the rest.  The guy seemed to be soaking it all in happily, and he looked excited about the promised food.  It was a go.  He would be joining the others, but first they were going to have some fun…

“The apartment is yours if you want it… What do you say?”



The End

Written by Lardfill / Doughtub
November, 2013

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