Penthouse Piggy: Chapter 2

Will awoke in Matt’s palatial penthouse overlooking Central Park. He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Matt entered the room looking dapper as ever in his work suit. He walked to the side of the bed and kissed Will on the lips, while his hand rested on the small pile of fat clinging to Will’s midsection.

“I’m off to work, but you’re welcome to stay here while I’m gone. There’s cash on the kitchen counter,” Matt said and gave Will’s belly a tight squeeze, causing the fat to bulge between his fingers from the tightness of his grip.

Matt left and Will sauntered out of the bedroom in the nude. He’d been seeing a lot of Matt the last few weeks and was discovering that their indulgent escapades were having an effect on his waistline. Will became especially aware of that fact after Matt had squeezed the new pudge that had developed on his stomach. He got the sense that Matt was a fan of the weight gain. As he headed for the kitchen, Will noticed that if he stepped particularly hard it caused his belly to bounce softly. This was a surprising sensation, one he hadn’t felt since he was a kid, and suddenly those old feelings of insecurity washed over him.

However, any negative thoughts dissipated the second he saw the pile of cash on the counter, all hundreds. Will’s eyes dilated. Matt was treating him extremely well and although Will was not directly being paid, there was an implicit understanding of who called the shots. Will was used to this and didn’t mind. It felt good to enjoy nice things for once. Plus, Matt was one of the wealthiest sugar daddies Will ever experienced, and he wasn’t willing to give that up.

Will sat on a kitchen stool in front of the money, the cold metal against his bare ass causing him to flinch. Everything in Matt’s penthouse was cold, stark, and uncomfortable. The decor was ultra modern and devoid of any color or life. All surfaces were black, glass, or concrete, with sleek lines and modular shapes. Even Matt himself was fairly sleek, with broad shoulders that framed the V shape of his back and a smooth flat stomach.

Will shamelessly grabbed a few hundred dollar bills and got dressed. He didn’t like staying in the penthouse alone, it was too eerie, so he decided to head home. After squeezing into his pants that were now a struggle to button, he hopped on the elevator and headed out. On his walk home he smelled the tempting aromas emanating from bakeries and bagel shops. His mouth began to salivate and he felt tempted to stop for a tasty treat. Somehow, Matt had really kickstarted Will’s appetite and Will knew he had to reign it in. It wouldn’t take much for him to fall back into the old gluttonous habits of his youth.

Refusing his hunger pangs, Matt arrived home to a pink slip on his apartment door. It was an eviction notice. He knew he was late for rent, but usually the landlord gave him some wiggle room. Ripping off the notice, Will swung open the door and poured what remained of a bottle of whiskey. Slumped in his tiny shoebox of an apartment, he examined his surroundings. The drab apartment looked even sadder after coming from Matt’s luxe penthouse. The dull beige walls and lumpy mattress provided little comfort, cockroaches skittered in the corners, and the cabinets were completely bare. Downing what remained of the whiskey, Will gave into his hunger and headed to a nearby bakery.

What started with a simple slice of cherry pie and a scoop of ice cream became a never ending deluge of sweets. By the time he called it quits, Will had consumed the pie, a slice of cheesecake, two chocolate croissants, and a cappuccino. He was drunk enough from the whiskey that he didn’t care about pigging out in public. With a sugary burp, he dragged himself home to get ready for his dinner date with Matt in a few hours.

When Will finally arrived at the penthouse he was still full of sweets and feeling particularly bloated. He had killed an entire six pack whilst he got dressed and the result was a swollen belly churning with pastries. He felt a tad self conscious especially because he could feel his belly pushing against the fabric of his button up shirt. When Matt opened the door he immediately scooped Will into a big bear hug.

“You’re looking… quite delicious,” Matt said while looking Will up and down. “I could just tear that shirt right off you, but first- we eat! Come on in, I’ve ordered from my favorite restaurant.”

The two sat down at the corner of Matt’s long glass dining table. The food was some sort of Chinese fusion and smelled delicious. Matt plated everything with such care that it looked professionally prepared and poured a healthy glass of expensive wine. Still reeling over the eviction and nervous about asking Matt for help, Will took a big gulp of wine before digging into the food.

At first, Matt rambled on about his day, his work, and coworkers. Will zoned out at times, unable to take his mind off his imminent homelessness. Matt’s stories seemed alien and bourgeois, bringing into sharp relief Will’s unfortunate economic position. To compensate, Will stuffed his face with the delicious food and wine. His belly was already stretched uncomfortably full but he refused to stop. He would indulge in anything he could. Finally came a pointed question that snapped Will back to reality.

“So how have you liked the last few weeks, Will? Here, with me?” Matt asked.

Will was at a loss for words, “Uh… good. Great, I love it. This is fantastic, the food is amazing.”

“I’m glad you like the food. I like to keep my boys well fed and happy. I could tell when we met that you’d have a healthy appetite.”

“You got me there, I was pretty plump as a kid.”

“Is that so? I bet you were very cute,” a moment of silence followed in which Will didn’t know how to respond. Matt continued, “I’m really enjoying your company, Will. Are you enjoying my place?”

“Yeah, are you kidding me.”

“That’s wonderful. I was wondering if you’d be interested in moving in? I know it’s soon but…”

“Yes!” Will exclaimed drunkenly. “I would, yes. That sounds, um, great.”

“Wow, I love your enthusiasm. There’s just one thing I should tell you first, and I hope you don’t judge me or that I don’t scare you off.”

“Go on.”

“Well, I have a little kink that I’d love for you to indulge me in. I like spoiling gorgeous young twinks until they’re nice and plump. I love experiencing a man becoming lazy and indulgent, packing on the pounds, and the wonderful soft sex that comes with it all. I don’t know if you’d be into that?”

Will was taken aback. “Uh…” he stalled. He’d never heard of something like this even with all the sugar daddies he’d been through. “I guess… yeah, why not!”