Penthouse Piggy: Chapter 3

In the kitchen, Matt stood before the blender in his tailored work clothes. His tie was tossed over his broad muscled shoulder as he blended a weight gain shake for his new boy toy. A splash of milk landed on his slacks, cinched at his 28 inch waist by a leather Prada belt, and he cursed. After sponging off the spot, he continued blending the creamy shake while Will slept. The contents included whole milk, heavy cream, chocolate ice cream, peanut butter, weight gain powder, and appetite stimulants. This was the first time he’d be sharing his secret shake recipe with Will, who for the past couple weeks was overeating by his own accord.

With the finished shake in hand, Matt walked to the bedroom where Will was still asleep in the nude. Matt admired how quickly Will’s body was swelling with fat. The twink’s thighs were already developing cellulite and his growing paunch was spreading into a pair of new lovehandles. Matt kissed Will’s scruffy unkempt cheek and rubbed his belly until he awoke.

“Drink this honey, and order whatever breakfast you want. You have my card.”

Half asleep, Will gripped the shake with both hands and began gulping it down. Matt left for work as Will polished off the delicious shake and fell back asleep. Will awoke an hour later to his stomach loudly grumbling. He was ravenous and confused by the empty glass next to his bed. He could barely recall even drinking the shake that Matt had brought him. Shrugging it off, he unlocked his phone and ordered chilequiles and a horchata from a nearby restaurant.

When the food arrived, Will grabbed a pair of Matt’s gym shorts to answer the door. Pulling them on, he was surprised by how they suctioned to his thighs and ass. As he accepted the food, the delivery boy eyed Will’s puffy belly and groin. Will hadn’t noticed until just then that the shorts were so tight that his junk was on full display. He peeled off the uncomfortable shorts and plopped down on the couch to consume his meal.

He was finished in about ten minutes and found that he was still hungry. His appetite had definitely grown, but that was what Matt wanted. Feeling a little embarrassed by his total piggishness, Will tried to suppress his hunger and focus on playing a video game. But that didn’t last very long. His stomach was craving food and he had to satiate this desire. Throwing all caution to the wind, Will grabbed the red velvet cake he had consumed half of the night before. He pulled it from the fridge and contemplated cutting a slice before saying “fuck it,” and grabbing a big spoon.

Reclining on the couch with the cake in front of him, Will scooped bite after bite into his mouth while watching a show. Eventually his movements became automatic and he lost track of how much he was eating or even how delicious the cake was. He felt compelled to keep the hunger pangs at bay with scoop after scoop of cake. Eventually, his spoon hit the cardboard cake base. Will didn’t look down as his hand continued searching for cake to no avail. Finally he tore his eyes from the screen to see that the cake had disappeared inside of him. He was shocked, but also sleepy, and drifted off to sleep.

Later, Will awoke starving once again. He ordered food, lots of it, and continued to eat and sleep in what seemed like a total haze of gluttony and sloth. This continued for the rest of the day. His appetite was out of control and it seemed as though nothing could satiate it. By the time Matt arrived home from work Will was stuffed to his gills, completely nude and clutching his swollen belly, reclining half asleep on the couch.

“Babe, I can’t stop eating,” Will groaned.

“Good thing I have a pizza on the way, then!” Matt replied with a satisfied grin.

Matt entered the kitchen and surveyed the damage that Will had done. Empty food containers were strewn about, cabinets were left open, empty snack packages lay on the counter, and the sink was full of dishes. Matt knew the appetite stimulants were strong and effective, but he was still surprised by how far Will had gone. He returned to the living room to survey his lover’s bloated and gurgling stomach.

“I think I overdid it…” Will continued. “I don’t know about this weight gain thing, I’m already looking fat. I could barely squeeze into your shorts and I’m sooo full right now but for some reason I still want food. I can’t stop, but I want to.”

“Listen here,” Matt’s voice was suddenly cold and stern. “If you want to lose weight go ahead, but you will need to do that on your own. If you don’t appreciate being spoiled then you can leave, I need my boy fat and happy. End of story.”

For the first time Will felt intimidated by Matt. He didn’t want to be thrown out, although he did have serious reservations about this new lifestyle. He supposed he could accept becoming fat once again. At least he’d be taken care of financially. Besides, the prospect of returning to a minimum wage job was simply not an option.

Will looked Matt in the eyes and forced a smile as he replied, “When’s the pizza get here?”

“That’s my boy,” Matt responded and kissed Will on the forehead.