Penthouse Piggy: Chapter 6

“I don’t think I own a single article of clothing outside of socks and hats that fits me anymore,” Will said with an odd sense of triumph. “These shirts will barely cover my gut and there’s no way those pants are going past my thighs.”

“Just the way it should be my piggy,” Matt replied and smacked Will’s massive rear.

This was no exaggeration. Six months after Matt had introduced the funnel feeder, Will had put on another fifty pounds. Will had now exited chubby territory and was undeniably fat. In fact, his BMI was in the obese range. The funnel had been a revelation of sorts as Will loved the sensation of laying back while his hubby pumped him full of the delicious fattening concoction. Plus, the appetite enhancers meant that he didn’t stay full for long and Will could start munching away less than an hour later.

With the new uptick in his caloric intake Will was swelling rapidly. He now sported a prominent gut that pushed forward into a significant overhang, oozing love handles that were nearly as wide as his shoulders, and an ass for days. His chest had softened and begun to droop while his face sported the plump rosy cheeks of someone who indulges in food and booze regularly. Stretch marks were popping up in new places: his arms, his love handles, the inside of his thighs. His body simply couldn’t keep up with his rapid weight gain.

Indeed, none of his clothing fit anymore, not even his underwear. Will walked around the house naked 24/7 and no longer ventured beyond the confines of the penthouse, so his nonexistent closet wasn’t a problem. Until now. One of Will’s former coworkers from Bartleby’s had suggested a coffee date in Central Park. It sounded nice to see someone other than Matt, so Will agreed. The only problem was what to wear.

“When are you meeting Freddy?” Matt asked.

“Tomorrow morning sometime.”

“I’ll have some clothes delivered for you while I’m at work today. I’ll order a large variety of sizes and styles and you keep what you like. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds lovely. The only problem is what do I wear to answer the door? I don’t own a single thing that fits.”

“Why don’t you wrap a towel around your waist and pretend you just got out of the shower?”

With that, Matt left and Will dig into some leftover mac n cheese. When the clothes arrived, Will hurriedly grabbed a towel and wet his hair before answering the door. A rail thin twink dressed in all black handed off a clothing rack full of outfits, eyeing Will’s beach ball of a gut the entire time. Will enjoyed the attention and even scratched his belly for dramatic effect while seeing the twink off.

Sifting through the rack, Will was surprised to discover that he was wearing size 40 pants these days and XL or XXL shirts depending on the fit. Clad in a nice pair of dark denim pants and an expensive black tee Will felt like his old self, only significantly larger. He’d forgotten what it was like to wear clothes and even though they fit well, he still felt restricted. He realized how freeing life as a penthouse piggy was compared to his past of restrictive clothes, diets, bills, and gruelling jobs. With that, he removed his clothes and ordered a pizza.

The next morning, as he slipped into his new outfit, Will felt a pang of anxiety. Freddy was a total gym bunny and Will had gained at least 70 pounds since they last saw each other, probably more. Will was beginning to fear judgment. This would be the first time someone from the outside world would see the new and improved Will.

As he stepped outside and headed to the coffee shop he noticed how his belly swayed with each step and the way his legs chafed together causing the denim to squeak. By the time he arrived at the shop he was out of breath and beginning to sweat. It had only been a couple blocks, but Will hadn’t walked further than from the bed to the kitchen in months. Trying to catch his breath he saw Freddy.

“Will? Is that you?” Freddy said curiously.

“It’s me alright,” Will sheepishly responded.

“I’m sorry I barely recognized you at first. You, I mean, you… got fat!”

“That I did my friend,” Will shrugged.

Will ordered a large caramel frappuccino that he immediately regretted. His drink looked as comical next to Freddy’s iced coffee as the two men’s bodies looked side by side. Plus, he could feel Freddy’s eyes silently judging. After receiving their drinks, they set off on a casual stroll through the park. Will was sick of walking and would’ve preferred to snag a bench, but he was too self conscious to speak up.

“So what happened,” Freddy bluntly prompted, “you used to be so tiny.”

“I uh… met someone. You know how it is. Boyfriend weight. It sneaks up on you.”

“Yeah but you had to have put on what? Fifty pounds? That doesn’t just sneak up on you.”

“Well, uh… I guess, well, the guy I’m seeing sorta likes it. He’s wealthy and he likes chubby guys and he's been making sure I’m well fed.”

“Whoa dude, this is like some fetish shit. That’s fucked up man, he’s ruining your health so that he can get a boner. Shit I can’t believe it. How much is he paying you?”

“It’s not that bad you know. I’m not that big really, and you know I used to be a big kid and all. He doesn’t have to pay me, we are a couple.”

“But you said he’s rich and making you fat?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it. I’m okay, I’m fat and happy, let’s not talk about it.”

“Okay, I’ll drop it but first just give me a number. How much has it been? Fifty? Sixty pounds?

“Seriously? I don’t know… more than that.”

“More?! What? Like a hundred?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Shit you’re a legit fat ass now.”

The conversation topic changed but never fully recovered after such a rocky beginning. Will eventually went home feeling bummed out, in addition to being exhausted and hungry. As he stood in front of the fridge in Matt’s kitchen, Freddy’s words spun around in his head. Was his relationship with Matt weird? Was his body gross? Should he break up with Matt and find a new apartment?

Will grabbed the bowl of chocolate fudge from the fridge and cracked a bottle of wine. Slumped over on the couch, he ate his feelings. But something happened when the dense fudge hit his tongue. His doubts and insecurities melted away with the delicious taste swirling around in his mouth. This was the life he wanted to live. What more could he possibly ask for? With that, Will voraciously polished off the fudge and drifted asleep until his hubby would arrive home from work.