The Mentor: Chapter 4

In the last several weeks there was a shift. No one knew when it happened or what exactly was the deciding factor, but it was undeniable that Eli had officially entered ‘chubby’ territory. His fat could not be hidden or dismissed. It didn’t appear accidental or anomalous. Eli was a boy who could eat and everyone who encountered him could tell. New guests at the Inn were shocked to see pictures from just a couple months ago displaying sharp jaw lines and clear musculature. The maid no longer made comments about his consumption as gluttony had become the norm. And Scott… Scott was transfixed.

Eli’s demeanor shifted as well. He was more confident. He wasn’t as desperate for Scott’s validation. In fact, he was fully aware of the degree to which Scott was drooling over him. One night, after a particularly gluttonous display by Eli in which he outpaced a rather obese dinner guest, Scott looked visibly flustered. The owner of the Inn dismissed himself promptly after dinner and a lurking Eli could hear Scott’s frustrated fapping echoing in the bathroom. At that moment the power differential officially changed. Scott was no longer the one in control.

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It was the final days of Eli’s stay and both men felt melancholy. To make matters worse, Eli’s mother was imminently arriving for a brief visit before escorting her son home. There was no avoiding that the pig party was coming to a close.

And so Eli lounged by the pool, his buttery body glistening in the sun whilst he popped marshmallows into his mouth and sipped a margarita. He was not wearing his little pink Speedo as it no longer could get past the gooey expanse of his ass. Instead, he wore his boxer briefs, one of his only articles of clothing that he could still squeeze into.

His belly spread atop his midsection like a luxe layer of meringue. It jiggled with the slightest of movement and looked plush to the touch. He kept his arms spread wide. Chub and humidity did not mix well, especially since a fresh roll of fat accumulated in his arm pits the other week. His thighs and ass spread out beneath him, heavy and dimpled with cellulite. Eli was caked up beyond belief and Scott watched from afar with lascivious eyes.

Eli received a text message and proceeded to sit up, his midsection spilling forward into a definitive pot belly. Standing up and gathering his things, Scott admired how Eli was probably only five to ten pounds away from an official overhang. The thick curve of chub at his waist was heavy and ready to fold over. He could sense it. If only they had more time. Scott was certain he could turn this pig into an unrecognizable hog.

Half an hour later Eli sought out Scott in the kitchen. Eli wore a loose shirt and flowing linen pants he had recently ordered online. Despite the baggy garments Eli still looked like a bulky guy. There was no hiding that double chin.

“You look… comfy,” Scott said. “Haven’t seen these before.”

“My mom’s gonna be here in a few. Thought you should know,” Eli muttered and exited the room.

Scott couldn’t help but watch his piglet’s overstuffed ass bounce away across the lawn. The linen draped beautifully over bulbous cheeks that Scott wanted to sink his teeth into. He took a deep breath until his boner went away and then headed out to meet his sister-in-law.

Scott had only met Paula a couple times before and found her sweet and charming, but the Paula he encountered at the Inn was different. For starters, her jaw dropped when she saw Eli for the first time. She wasn’t a very fit woman herself but hypocrisy didn’t stand in her way. She squeezed Eli’s back rolls and patted his ass when they embraced.

“This is new,” Paula sharply intoned.

Eli brushed off the comment as his mom and Scott exchanged pleasantries. All the while, Paula continued to glance over at her son’s curves. The obscuring fabric of his outfit only made her stare harder as she tried to examine the scale of Eli’s new mass. It was an uncomfortable situation that tickled the gainer side of Eli’s brain. He liked the attention paid to his gains and only found it more encouraging. His mother would have to get used to this new Eli.

The boys showed Paula her room upstairs and then proceeded into a tour of the grounds. It was a hot day and although the property was modest in size Eli was not, and he began to sweat immensely. He was not used to all this walking around, especially going up and down stairs. He could feel the sweat slipping from his armpit and into the folds of his side rolls and yearned for some ice cream or a margarita.

“Goodness you’re sweating,” Paula commented. “Are you out of breath from one flight of stairs?”

Eli was not amused and Scott jumped in, “It is a humid day I suppose! Puts pressure on the lungs doesn’t it?”

“I suppose,” Paula said with a disapproving look towards the sweat stains developing under Eli’s arms.

They arrived at the kitchen out back and Paula seemed impressed by the state of the art equipment. Eli was huffing and puffing and pleased to be in an air conditioned space. Scott tried to maintain composure watching his piglet overheat.

“So what have you been eating these past months?” Paula finally quizzed Eli.

Eli chuckled and a sly grin spread across his face. “Scott’s been feeding me real well,” he replied and dramatically lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Eli’s entire stomach was exposed and glistening with sweat under the harsh fluorescent lighting. Paula’s eyes immediately took in the expanse of his belly fat, as did Scott’s. Both were transfixed by this scene for several moments. The clinical overhead lighting left nothing to the imagination, including the tiniest soft red stretch marks emerging next to Eli’s belly button. Paula and Scott struggled to regain their verbal faculties, with Paula getting there first.

“The hell does that mean?”

“We do treat our guests well,” Scott stepped in. “Uh Southern food is a cornerstone of the Inn, but we are sure to provide a range of healthy options as well. It’s up to the guests, really…” Scott shifted responsibility away from himself in a moment of panic.

“I see,” Paula said curtly. “I’m going to lay down for a bit.”

As Paula exited Scott shot Eli a look that could kill.

“What the fuck. What is your aim here, Eli?”

“What, I was being honest. You do feed me real well,” Eli grinned and patted his chub. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“What’s wrong with it is your mom cannot know what we’re doing here. We could both get in a lot of trouble.”

Eli took a confident step closer to his feeder. “All that happens is you cook good food for me and I happen to eat a lot.” Eli took another step closer until the men were inches apart. “It’s not like anything sexual has happened between us...”

Scott remained silent. Eli took one more step closer so that his belly was softly pressing against Scott.

“Right?” Eli, provoked.