Penthouse Piggy: Chapter 7

It had been a year since Will and Matt fatefully met in a diner one evening and Will was now sitting at a hefty 350 pounds. As he sat on the new living room couch, his body oozed outward in all directions. Matt had bought a new sofa once it became hard for Will to get off the other harshly modernist one, and Will rarely left it. This one kept with the decor of the home, but was far more practical.

As Will sat shirtless on the couch, his lower half in sweatpants, Matt shared a bottle of wine with a business associate in the kitchen. Gregory was the man’s name, and his eyes lingered on Will’s massive body. As he spooned mouthfuls of pie into his mouth Will tuned out the men’s conversation while still aware that he was at the center of it. He wondered if a threesome would happen. The men sauntered into the living room.

“You are quite the porker, Will,” Gregory grinned. “Are you enjoying that pie I picked up?”

Gregory looked older up close and Will found him off putting. He simply nodded and continued eating.

“I’ve heard about what a hungry hog you are,” Gregory said leaving Will stunned. “You’ve really have grown in the last year. Matt here has shown me photos.”

Will was becoming nervous. He felt betrayed by Matt and was scared of where this conversation was heading.

“My mansion in the countryside is much larger than this glass and steel penthouse. You’d have so much space to lounge about and feast. I have a yard, a massive porch, wait staff… Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Will turned to Matt who shielded his eyes.

Gregory turned to Matt as well, “What do you say, I’ll give you fifty grand for this one?”

“This is not the subject of this meeting, Gregory, I told you. I’m happy with Will. No one is going anywhere.”

“Okay then two hundred thousand. That’s exorbitant and you know it but I’m willing to pay it.”

Will hoisted himself front the couch and looked Matt in the eye, “Fuck you!”

He stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door. He then locked himself in the bathroom as his head spun. It sounded like Matt had sold other boys he’d fattened up to this Gregory guy. And apparently Matt was distributing photos of Will’s weight gain. What had he gotten himself into? Will felt deeply betrayed and increasingly terrified. Was he about to be trafficked into some perverse fat twink sex trade?

Sitting on the severe squared off toilet, Will’s gooey rump drooped off the edges. He realized he had left his phone in the living room and was filled with regret. He felt trapped and didn’t know what to do. There was a knock on the door.

“Will, it’s me,” said Matt. “I’m so sorry for what happened. He left, I made him leave. That was inappropriate.”

“What the fuck Matt?! You’re fattening up boys and selling them to this old rich freak?”

“Come out and let me explain.”

“No! Explain now.”

“Okay, fine. Yeah, two of my exes voluntarily chose to live with Greg. It upset me, I was heartbroken, and so Greg compensated me as an apology. I guess that’s what I get for spoiling guys, I know that this to some degree is a transaction.”

Will did not love this explanation but he softened up and let Matt come into the bathroom. Will was on the defensive and Matt had no choice but to further explain what had just transpired. Apparently, he relayed, there was indeed a sexual marketplace for twinks with model good looks who had grown fat and Gregory was a connoisseur. Regardless, Matt claimed, he had never made an economic exchange for sex and was deeply devoted to Will.

Will was overwhelmed by this information. Sure, he’d dabbled in sex work but this was a whole other level that he couldn’t have imagined. In fact, part of him was aroused by the idea that as his girth expanded so did his profitably. But the fact this was kept a secret from him was troubling and he expressed that to Will. Will did his best to calm his lover down, massaging his shoulders and rubbing his back. He knew this would do the trick.

Just a few months ago Will’s shoulders were still relatively boney with divots and musculature, but now that architecture was overlaid with a healthy layer of soft pudge. Matt’s own physique glistened and rippled as his arms worked the slumped over puffy shape of Will’s back. Side by side they looked almost comical. The hardness of Matt’s defined and tanned muscles contrasted the plump pale roles of flesh that pushed outward from Will, swollen with fat and criss crossed with stretch marks. Both men had skin that appeared taut, although Will’s was tight and form fitting while Matt’s was stretched beyond capacity.

Matt lavished Will’s excess adipose with affection, squeezing the roles that flowed out from his chest and to his side, massaging the arms that had doubled in size with fat, or worshipping the way his love handles curved inward at the waist before exploding the opposite direction with his spherical ass cheeks. Will found himself relaxing and growing sleepy. Matt sensed this and began drawing a both for his big boy. The angular tub was not as accommodating as it once was, but Will climbed in eagerly.

As the warm water and bath salts began to alleviate his stress, Matt left the room and returned with the funnel.