The Mentor: Chapter 3

Oh, did the feedings continue. Eli was such a willing subject for Scott’s constant encouragement. At this point Scott was openly coaching Eli on how to put on weight at breakneck speed. He was teaching the young gainer all about adding butter and dairy products to every meal, avoiding water while feeding, and how to trick the mind into thinking it was still hungry. All the while he complimented Eli’s progress while avoiding getting physical, though they did come close on a few occasions.

About a month after Eli’s little stunt in his pink Speedo he could barely fit back into it. The elastic cut painfully into his waist and there was barely enough fabric in the back to contain even half an ass cheek. Nevertheless, Eli squeezed into it and pranced around from time to time. After all, the tiny swimsuit was a great measure of how fat he was becoming.

Scott surmised that his little pig project had probably gained anywhere from ten to fifteen pounds in the last month. An impressive feat, especially for a young guy with his metabolism still intact. Scott could not deny that Eli showed great promise and was a natural gainer. The kid who only a few weeks ago was pulling every trick in the book to show off a couple inches of pudge, no longer even had to try. Eli was noticeably plumping up.

So much so that even the cleaning lady began commenting on Eli’s gains. It started with “you have a big appetite, huh?” and evolved into “boy you’re getting plump” and “has no one told you that swimsuit doesn’t fit anymore?” Of course, Eli relished the attention. It goaded him to gain even more, sometimes getting worked up into a feeding frenzy that lasted for days at a time.

In the last several weeks business had also picked up a bit, which was good for Scott but meant he had less time to focus on his nephew. It also meant that he had to temper Eli’s gluttonous galavanting. The kid was from a generation that was too open with their sexuality and Eli didn’t understand that Scott’s reputation was on the line. Still, Scott couldn’t remain mad at him. Eli was just so… hungry and full of joy.

So when the inn had full vacancy for an entire day, Scott hatched a delectable plan. First, he pushed the limits of what he knew Eli could handle for breakfast and lunch. At this point he was finely attuned to the ex-jock’s capacity and could easily increase portions just enough to push Eli over the edge. All day the young man was groaning and belching and napping due to the glut of food his stomach was attempting to digest.

By the time dinner came around, Eli looked positively bloated and fatigued. Scott served an elegant steak dinner and Eli was, for the first time, relieved at the reasonable portion size. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help provoking his resident feeder. Eli leaned back in his chair, letting the cropped tank top he was wearing reveal even more skin that it already was. With one hand Eli accentuated the soft slab of belly fat resting above the button of his denim shorts by giving it a supple squeeze.

“Feeling as buttered up as that delicious steak. You’d be impressed by how soft this feels,” Eli winked at Scott from across the table.

Scott maintained stern eye contact with his piglet as he stood up and slowly walked over to Eli’s chair. He stood next to the horny lad, the bulge in his denim at eye level with the thirsty former athlete. Never once breaking his gaze, Scott slowly reached over and collected a wad of belly fat in his calloused right hand. He squeezed the chub with an almost clinical distance as though he were sizing Eli up.

Eli breathed heavily and grew harder by the second. Scott’s unwavering eye contact kept Eli uncharacteristically speechless. Eli swallowed to wet his palette, and just as he was going to speak Scott jumped in.

“You’re not as soft as you should be,” Scott pronounced. “We will fix that.”

The chef disappeared momentarily and returned with a bucket of creamy liquid, a funnel, and some rope. Eli’s eyes widened. Without speaking another word, Scott proceeded to tie Eli to the dining chair. He tied a knot around each of Eli’s legs, attaching them to the chair’s legs, and then secured Eli’s hand’s behind the back of the chair. Eli was completely bound and helpless.

“What’s in that?” Eli asked.

“What does a pig care as long as it’s getting stuffed?”

Scott secured the funnel to Eli’s mouth and then began pouring down the caloric concoction. Eli was eager to gulp it down. His cock was already dripping with precum and his heart was racing. Scott knowingly made more than the newfound gainer could handle. He wanted Eli to feel inadequate so that he’d work even harder at growing himself into a boundless hog.

Nevertheless, Eli got further than Scott anticipated. By the time he started slowing down and eventually shaking his head in refutation, a majority of the gainer shake was depleted. Scott removed the funnel as Eli breathed heavily and slumped over in the chair. He groaned loudly and his belly looked uncomfortably distended.

“I’m so full, I feel like I’m gonna burst. Will you massage my belly?”

Scott stared at Eli debating whether to give into the manipulative boy’s request.

“Please, it hurts.”

Scott pulled up a chair next to his subject and acquiesced. Indeed, Eli’s stomach felt tight as a drum. Even the soft pudge he had gripped forty minutes earlier had stretched out considerably over the tight drum of his belly. Scott unbuttoned Eli’s pants and the piglet moaned in relief. Scott couldn’t help but notice the severity of Eli’s erection beneath the denim, along with a wet spot at the tip.

The older man was getting lost in appreciating the recent plumpness of his nephew’s body. Eli certainly had the willpower to do this on his own, but Scott had a deep satisfaction knowing that he was responsible for padding out this eager twink the last couple of months. Scott found himself getting hard and snapped back to reality.

“No don’t stop,” Eli begged. “Please, I’m so horny, please fuck me. I’m so fucking fat and horny.”

Scott’s eyes twinkled with sadistic desire. He slowly unzipped Eli’s pants. Eli’s face flushed red with horniness. Scott then shimmied Eli’s pants and underwear down past the bound up boy’s knees. Eli’s erection smacked hard against the rounded sphere of his belly, strings of precum sticking everywhere.

This was the first time Scott was seeing Eli completely in the nude. He was surprised to learn that it wasn’t just Eli’s face and body that was beautiful, his cock was too. The young gainer’s erection was larger than average, with great proportions and wrapped in foreskin. His balls also seemed large, though they were huddled tight at the base of his cock ready to shoot a load at the slightest of touch.

Eli watched Scott with an open mouth and desperate look in his eyes. It was so obvious that he was begging to be fucked. He didn’t even have to say a word. Scott smiled at him devilishly and stood up.

“Nick cock,” he admitted and began to untie Eli. As the rope fell to the ground, Scott patted his subject on the belly and said: “Now get to bed piggy.”

Scott left the room with a triumphant swagger.

“No- you’re not- you can’t just… Fuck!” Eli cried out.