Max & Roy: Vol. 2 - Part 8: Magic

MAX

SEB (OVER THE PHONE): You’ve got that 12 o’clock video call with Yamada-San, and then Howard from the Board wants to talk before lunch. He says it’s urgent but then-

MAX: - Howard always says everything’s urgent, I know, I know. Fine.

But what about Legal? That’s all I care about. Have they made any progress on the contract? It’s been a month.

SEB: Uh, Cooper says... Hang on... Cooper says they’re still working on it. He’s got some avenue he wants to explore.

Oh hey, for drinks tonight I wanted to bring my ex along. Do you think-

MAX: Seb, focus! What’s this about Cooper?

SEB: Uh, something about his old law school alumni, he wants to ask some questions.

MAX: Get him to report back directly to me when he finds something.

(Ordinarily breakfast on the porch would be one of my favorite parts of the day. Stacks of waffles, coffee, this beautiful lake view, my big man by my side. But lately we’re both just stress-eating. Roy’s packing away more breakfast than I am these days! And I can see his belly really starting to blow up. He’s still just as hot to me. Do I mind the muscle and bigger belly combo on him? Do I hell! He’s my huge slab of man and I’d love him at any size, but that isn’t the issue. The issue is this darned contract! It’s got my husband fattening up for all the wrong reasons...

He’s photographing clients in the home studio out back right now, really throwing himself into work. But when he hasn’t got a camera in his hand, it’s a fork.

I just wish I could help him. Make this whole Lester / Mr Heron thing go away. It’s supposed to be my job to take care of him, and I’m doing crappy at that so far...)

SEB: So my ex Daryl. Do you think it would be weird if I brought him tonight? I’m just thinking, like, was I too hasty in breaking up with him? You know what I mean?

MAX: Uhhh, sure. Fine.

SEB: ‘K great! Oh, and I promise he won’t do any more magic tricks.

(THAT EVENING)

DARYL: Now check your pocket...

MAX: It’s my card, isn’t it?

DARYL: It’s totally your card!

SEB: Yay! Oh my God, isn’t that wild? How’d it get in there?

ROY: Max, babe, you want another beer?

MAX: Yes fucking please.

(At least they’re not commenting on Roy’s weight. In all honesty, he’s got so much muscle, all the extra padding just makes him look MORE imposing - and hot. I don’t reckon most folks would dare say a word out of line to him.

Still, sometimes it seems like he’s okay with getting even bigger, sometimes not. Maybe HE doesn’t even know. Either way, doubling his weight within a year is just a ridiculous ask. He’d be SO heavy! And is it even possible?)

ROY: Here you go, handsome.

MAX: Much obliged. Hey, Daryl, do one of those tricks for Roy now.

ROY: Don’t you dare! Haha!

MAX: Haha!

DARYL: Oh sure! You got anything like a coin or a penny or anything like that?

SEB: You will not believe where it ends uhhh - (Drops glass)

SMASH!

SEB: Oh my God!

ROY: What? What is it?

MAX: Seb, what’s the matter?

SEB: There’s... someone outside. I just saw them. Through the window. They were watching us.

ROY: The fuck? Where? Which way did they go?

MAX: Why didn’t it trip the alarm?

ROY: Damnit, that’s my fault. I forgot to reset it after last time! That damned Lester! He’s out there again, spying on us!

MAX: I’ll go check it out.

ROY: I’ll come with you. I need to give him a piece of my mind!

DARYL: We’ll all go.

SEB: We will?

(AND SO)

ROY: Seb, was it here? Is this where you saw him?

MAX: There’s no-one around.

SEB: It was right here! I know it’s dark, but I definitely saw - it looked like a man standing there watching us. Freaked me the hell out.

DARYL: No-one over this way either. It’s so cool you guys have like a whole forest right next to your house.

MAX: Yeah…

Sweetheart, I can’t see anyone. Maybe we scared him off.

ROY: Ugh. Last time he was here, Lester said the contract allowed him basically to come and go as he pleases.

MAX: So now he thinks he can just sneak around our property, spying on us? He’s a little creep is what he is. We need to get some cameras out here.

SEB: Can we go back inside? I’m sorry about the glass, guys. I’ll clean it up.

ROY: It’s fine. I’ll do it.

DARYL: Hey, does anyone wanna see a magic trick?

(THAT NIGHT)

ROY: That’s the last of the glass swept up.

MAX: Yeah, but can you guess what number I’m thinking of?

ROY: Oh my God, stop, haha!

MAX: You know, I think this rug might stain. I should’ve asked Seb to take it to the dry cleaners before he left. I can get one of my team to pick it up tomorrow.

ROY: It’s okay, I can do it. I don’t mind. I’ll run it over there on my lunch break tomorrow.

(I sometimes forget Roy likes to do everything himself. I’m too used to owning a company and delegating everything. I love how self-sufficient and independent he is)

ROY: Oof, this belly’s startin’ to get in the way of reaching down. Even more so than usual.

MAX: Welcome to my world, big guy, haha.

(But I suspect I enjoy that stuff more than he does. More often than not I need Roy’s help getting my shoes tied, helping me up off the couch when I’m seriously stuffed. I never would’ve thought being this huge would feel so erotic, but when he’s helping me with the little things, I just go all gooey inside)

ROY: I can’t believe that damned creep was prowling around out there again. You think he was taking pictures or anything?

MAX: I don’t know, sweetheart. And I’m sorry I haven’t gotten this all figured out yet. Legal are still chasing up avenues.

ROY: It’s not your fault, gorgeous. I got myself into this mess. It’s not up to you to bail me out of it. It’s just… frustrating, is all.

MAX (Kissing Roy): What can I do? How can Daddy Max make you feel better?

(I always wanna fix everything. I hate seeing the man I love with every fiber of my being get down like this. I never want that for him. Putting that ring on his finger means doing everything in my power to make him happy)

ROY: Heh. I don’t know what Daddy Max can do. I don’t know what anyone can do.

MAX: Well, why don’t you chow on some of this leftover chocolate cake while you think about it? Might make you feel better.

ROY: You don’t want it? I should be the one feeding you.

MAX: Honey, you baked like 6 courses for dinner. I’m officially stuffed, haha. Let me try, just this once.

ROY: Hmm... Okay.

MAX: Open up, big guy…

(Well this is new. Funny that I’ve never fed Roy before, in all the time we’ve been together. He’s usually so regimented in all his proteins and everything, I never wanna mess with that. But now...)

ROY: Mmmph, that’s good cake.

MAX: You like? How ‘bout some belly rubs for my big handsome husband?

ROY: Uh, alright... Oh... That does feel good...

MAX: I can’t believe you never tried this before.

ROY: I see why you like it so much...

(He’s really getting into this)

MAX: You want more? We got a lot more cake in the fridge.

ROY: Yeah... Yeah, that would be... pretty good...

MAX: Open up and let Big Mr Morgan-Baker fill up that sexy belly of yours.

ROY: Damn, that’s actually hot.

MAX: Eat up, big guy. More. You can do it.

ROY: Mmm, Canni asskyu summthin?

MAX: Of course. Whatever you want.

ROY: Wouldyou - ‘Scuse me - Would you wear your suit and tie?

(Oh! Huh. That’s interesting!)

MAX: You got it, my perfect hunk. You want the big boss CEO to feed you all nice and tight?

ROY: Oh fuck yes. Is that okay?

MAX: More than okay! I didn’t know you wanted this kinda thing.

ROY: Neither did I! Haha. It just came to me.

MAX: I could smoke a cigar too, if you wanted? Haven’t done that in a long time.

ROY: Oh my God yes. You’re making me rock hard...

(Jeez, who knew this would be so hot?!)

ROY: And wear your glasses too. Please.

MOY: You got it. Gimme a few mins, sexy. And don’t eat without me feeding it to you.

ROY: Yes Sir!

(MOMENTS LATER)

MAX (suited): Alright, you lay your big beautiful ass down, Mister. The fat Boss is here to stuff you full, and I’m not taking No for an answer.

ROY: Oh my God...

MAX: Was that too much?

(I hope I didn’t go overboard)

ROY: Are you fucking kidding me? Don’t stop!

MAX: First I want all of this chocolate cake in that freaking gorgeous ball belly of yours. You’d better eat up if you want a promotion.

ROY: MmmmyesBoss!

MAX: That’s right. Boss wants you bigger, tighter, rounder. Keep eating for me.

ROY: Mmmph!

(I’m not shoveling it in as hard as Roy does for me. I don’t wanna go too full-on and spoil the mood, but I gotta say this is hot as hell!)

MAX: More. Come on, more. You wanna make employee of the month?

(I know he doesn’t work for me anymore, but... it sounded right in my head)

ROY: Ughhhfff... Yeah... Sobadly...

MAX: Let’s get that belt undone, drop those pants. Take off your clothes. You’ll fit more in that way.

ROY: MmmyessBoss...

MAX: And your underwear, young man.

ROY: Ughhh, ohhfuck thissis so hot... God, I love you in that suit and tie…

MAX: More cake. More. We got another whole one to fit inside you yet. Triple chocolate. For your huge CEO.

ROY: Ohhh.. Ohhhyeahh... Stuffit inn...

(He likes it thick and fast! Seeing his cheeks all blown up with cake like this is seriously getting me going. Now I’m seeing what he sees when he stuffs me. And he feels solid as a rock down there!)

MAX: You wanna please the Boss, don’t you? You wanna be my biggest bellied employee?

ROY: Mmmyes! OhhGod yeahh! D’you wannit...?

MAX: Hell fuckin’ yes. I wanna fatten you up to be my biggest, my widest, my heaviest! Eat more. Keep eating. Boss wants you huge!

(I never thought we’d be doing it this way around. And the role play? Jesus Fucking Christ! I must have lived a seriously sheltered life before Roy came into it... I love getting all dressed up for him, with my cigar and everything. He looks absolutely beautiful with his belly so stretched and full)

MAX: Don’t stop, big guy, keep going. You can eat more... more... more... I’m gonna keep stuffing you while I smoke this fat cigar.

ROY: Mmmyesss... Boss... Ohffuck…

MAX: I’m the big boss man, and I get what I want. And I want you BIG.

ROY: Ohh myGod... Yesss...

MAX: Big fat cigar chomping CEO needs you massive. You keep on eating for me, you hear?

ROY: Ughhh... Yeahhh...

MAX: Huge fat daddy in my suit and my glasses, fattening up my employee just 'cause I can.

(Where the hell is this coming from? I’m just making it up as I go along. But damn, it’s getting his juices flowing alright! And mine!)

MAX: And when you’re done with the triple chocolate I’m gonna stuff a third cake into you. Vanilla Rasberry with extra sauce. Then we’re gonna start on the tubs of ice cream. You got that? I'm not gonna stop.

ROY: MmmohhhmyGod yesss...

MAX: You’re gonna be so full you can’t stand up.

(That’s how he likes to stuff me sometimes. This role reversal seems to be workin’ wonders!)

MAX: Big fat CEO’s gonna feed you so huge and tight, you’ll be breathin’ harder. Pinned down by that big beautiful belly. Then you’ll be all mine to play with and do whatever I want with.

(I’ve been there - many MANY times!)

ROY: Mmmughhhfff... ffuckyess... Wouldyou... grabitt harder...?

MAX: Like this?

ROY: Ohhhh Yeahhh... I’maboutto... explode...

MAX: Then I’d better get down there.

(What about my suit?

Ah, fuck the suit, I’ll send it to the cleaners)