The Making of a Cow: Chapter 4

Over the next ten months Roger put on an alarming amount of weight. What began as a salacious DM snowballed far beyond what he could have imagined. The man behind the account was named Dovy, a grad student originally from Lithuania who lived in a small town near Roger. Dovy was studying kinesiology, which was ironic given his deep seeded desire to fatten another man beyond the point of mobility. Roger responded to Dovy’s DM not expecting anything more than a horny exchange between two men stroking their pipes from behind a computer screen. Instead, they fell into an easy back and forth about everything in life, especially their sexual desires. 

Their first in-person meet was at a Chinese buffet. Roger was surprised by how conventionally attractive Dovy was. He had dirty blonde hair and a disarming smile that could have seduced anyone. His physique was strong and muscular, most notably sporting biceps like grapefruit and a bubble butt that caught stares from men and women alike. That evening they had a great conversation while Roger stuffed his face. Dovy forbade him from getting up from the booth, instead fixing plate after plate for his date until Roger began to protest. “One more plate,” Dovy kept urging. Roger’s face grew red and his breathing heavy as he tried to keep up. Underneath the table his cock throbbed for relief. 

Once they were finished both men headed to the bathroom and Dovy couldn’t resist making a move. The two men fumbled into a stall and the feeder pulled down Roger’s pants hungrily. Roger’s cock pointed forward, surrounded by fluffy pink mounds of fat pad and inner thigh chunk. Dovy took Roger in his mouth, but Roger faltered. He was too full to stand. He needed to sit atop the toilet while Dovy serviced him. Within moments Dovy’s expert tongue maneuvers had Roger gushing come. From that moment on Dovy led Roger down a seductive spiral of voracious overconsumption. 

After a couple months Dovy moved to a sublet five minutes from Roger’s apartment so he could spend more time fattening his man beyond recognizability. He employed all the tricks in the book: weight gain powders, supplements, take out, melted ice cream, sticks of butter in everything, Boost VHC, you name it. If they weren’t physically together, Dovy was texting Roger encouraging him to eat more, move less, and grow fatter. He was relentless. 

The effects on Roger’s body were staggering. Stretch marks broke out everywhere. Gone were the days of a few red marks on his inner thighs and handles; now he was positively striped. From his belly to his legs to his chest and arms, Roger’s skin was struggling to keep up with his rate of expansion. The weight seemed to be piling up anywhere it could, packing on to every square inch of his body. His fingers grew puffy, his neck slowly disappeared, and even his joints were getting swallowed up with padding. With each passing day Roger was increasingly encased in blubber. 

He was growing so rapidly that he failed to develop the stamina for hauling around such heft. His muscles were not accustomed to his size. At times it felt like liquid cement was glued to his body and gravity was his enemy. Everything was a struggle. Getting off furniture was a matter of rolling around and grunting until he was on his feet. Walking any length at all left him winded. He was struggling to do simple chores around the house and even confronting the fact that it wouldn’t be long until he outgrew his car. 

Naturally, his sleeping quality declined and he had to purchase a CPAP. New clothes were being purchased with plenty of elastic and surplus room for future growth. He basically stopped going into the office and when his boss asked what was the cause, Roger simply stated “mobility problems.” Although he was a few hundred pounds away from truly being immobile, no further questions were asked. At times, Roger questioned what he was doing to himself, but his rock hard erection and incessant encouragement from Dovy made those thoughts dissipate. 

Unfortunately, Dovy eventually broke the news that he was graduating soon and would have to return home to Lithuania. Unless he got a job to sponsor him, there was no way he could stay in the states. Roger was devastated. Dovy had become the only person Roger ever saw. He helped Roger around the house, performing chores that left the fat man too winded, and was a constant source of companionship. 

The couple spent their last three months together pushing Roger’s capacity as far as it could go. When Dovy left for Lithuania, Roger was virtually drowning in fat. He kissed Dovy goodbye, promising that one day they would be reunited and Roger would gain far beyond five hundred pounds. 

The next week, Roger was required to come into the office. When he arrived, more than one person gasped. The IT guy, a real porker himself, didn’t even recognize Roger. He knew colleagues were gossiping and he didn’t really care. Why wouldn’t they gossip? His weight was staggering. He had requested a reinforced desk chair but unfortunately the conference room chairs were not up to par. Roger crushed one easily beneath his weight. Everyone tried to act like it was normal and Roger enjoyed every second of it. The truth was that this was normal. He was a fat guy. If anything, they should consider this his starting weight.