The Houseboy: Epilogue

One year later

I laid in bed scrolling through Ivan’s Instagram. I wanted to DM him but I resisted the urge. The last time I saw him was at Darius’ funeral and he looked significantly thinner. We didn’t speak much and I worried that he somehow blamed me for what had happened. The thought had also crossed my mind that he had intentionally lost weight. He must’ve shed about fifty pounds which seemed unusual. I wondered if he remembered our time together as some fucked up fetish game he got suckered into. Who’s to say, really. Personally, I knew that Darius loved both of us, and I missed him every single day. 

As far as what happened, the government investigation into the disappearance of flight FA8279 was technically still ongoing. Six months after the accident, the black box was found in the ocean with no recordings nor any other debris. Everyone on the plane was pronounced dead three weeks later although no bodies were found. As a result, I was the sole inheritor of Darius’ estate. We received no further explanation of what happened and it was hard not to lose myself in conspiracy theories or depression. 

Admittedly, my appetite all but dissipated following Darius’ disappearance. However, I forced myself to eat, even if it was just gainer shakes to keep my weight up. Losing weight was the last thing Darius would have wanted, plus it would only make me more depressed. So, I persevered and maintained my weight at around 290 or 300 pounds, depending on the day. I’d lost some muscle mass, but not too much and continued to hit the gym. 

Admittedly, the time I had spent with Darius was a whirlwind and I never fully acclimated to being a fat guy. The gains, the expanded appetite, the new curves, and the changes in my mobility were the source of constant surprise. After a year on my own though, I was finally able to settle into my new body. I became acquainted with my mass and how it moved through space. I was no longer accidentally knocking things over with my belly or overestimating how far I could walk before losing my breath. I also had new erogenous zones, such as my nipples and underbelly and inner thighs, and learned how best to stimulate them. Crucially, I figured out how to dress as a big guy. No more oversized or undersized clothing. Everything fit just right, or sometimes intentionally too small. At last, I felt like I was coming into my own. Like I was becoming a man. 

A notification interrupted my creeping on Ivan. It was a text message from Angel. Since losing Darius I’d avoided the eager encourager and any other suitors for that matter. I opened Angel’s message which was a kind hello to see how I was doing. I responded, and we messaged back and forth for the next few hours. Indeed, I had begun to miss human contact and I found myself enjoying the conversation with Angel. I knew he wanted to meet up and it felt like the right time. Plus, I was pretty horny. After some contemplation I decided to ask him out on a dinner date. Of course, he accepted. 

By the time evening rolled around, I was eager to get dressed. I practically lived in sweat pants and it felt great to hoist my girth into some denim. I wore dark wash pants with a black button up and electric blue suspenders. The shirt was appropriately snug  and the suspenders highlighted how my mass poured over the waistline of my pants. I knew this look would drive Angel wild. I also trimmed back my wild scruff to reveal the softness of my jawline. While this would cause many to panic, I was pleased to see that my neck had all but disappeared under a layer of fat. Darius would be proud. 

I arrived at the restaurant first and waited for almost fifteen minutes before Angel showed up fashionably late. He wore a similar outfit to mine, sans suspenders. As he approached, I was shocked to see his body. He’d gained about twenty pounds since I last saw him and had definitely entered dad bod territory. Judging by the forward slanted waddle of his gait, I could surmise that his ass had considerably fattened. When he sat down my suspicions were confirmed and I noticed that his shirt was already straining at the buttons. At this point I knew that Angel was not just a chubby chaser, but wanted to grow large himself. 

Angel was absolutely beaming to see me and we greeted each other with kisses on the cheek. We made small talk while looking at our menus and I was thankful Angel didn’t inquire about Darius. After a few minutes the waiter approached us and a feeling of dominance unexpectedly washed over me. Without asking, I ordered for both Angel and I, and, naturally, it was a big order. I could sense Angel’s mutual feelings of surprise and arousal. 

Our conversation grew increasingly intimate as we stuffed our faces. We discussed our pasts, our interests, and even our future goals. Personally, I didn’t have many goals which I realized was surprising for someone as young as myself. Angel, on the other hand, was working on getting a real estate license. It was nice to connect with someone on a more personal level and I realized how much I missed by not having Darius around. I tried to quell these thoughts though, and focus on Angel. 

By the end of the meal both of our shirts were straining, particularly Angel’s. I could see little patches of hirsute skin exposed between each of his buttons. He even leaned back and patted his gut, staring me straight in the eyes. 

“Thanks for dinner, Papi. Are you ready to go dancing?”

“Oh man, I don’t know about that,” I replied. “I don’t think they let men my size on the dance floor, especially at gay clubs.” 

“First of all, lots of gay men love a big handsome daddy bear like you. Second of all, I was thinking of a Cubano bar. There will be plenty of fatties there so you won’t feel left out.”

I was both taken aback and turned on by Angel’s choice words. I don’t think anyone had ever referred to me as a ‘daddy bear’ but I guess that was indeed what I had become. I was so accustomed to thinking of myself as Darius’ little house boy that I didn’t realize that I had become the man of the house. With that, I felt emboldened and we waddled our way to the nightclub. 

Angel was right, there were definitely some large men at the club. However, they all sat in booths drinking and eating. The people on the dancefloor were easily half my size and moving with gusto. Unfortunately, Angel wanted me to join them.

“I don’t know Angel… I haven’t even danced in like two years. I get winded walking to the fridge sometimes…” 

“I love a big man in motion. C’mon…” Angel stepped closer to me so that our bellies mashed together and I could smell the tequila on his breath. “Do it for me,” he said, his lips inches from mine and his hand gripping my love handles. 

“Alright, fine, I’ll do it.”

My heart was already racing as Angel dragged me onto the floor. The music was thumping at a fast pace and I subtly grooved along moving my shoulders and stepping side to side. Angel moved faster than myself, dancing around my rather stationary few moves. He easily moved in sync to the rhythm, causing his fat to bounce around and his ass to wobble every which way. He was so thick that I was sure his belly was going to burst through his shirt at any moment, but it never did. 

After about ten minutes we were both covered in sweat and I was feeling exhausted. My breath was becoming short and I could feel the sweat accumulating between my fat rolls. Angel showed no signs of stopping, though. At one point the music slowed down a bit and the bass dropped even lower. Angel’s eyes lit up as he turned around to dance against me. I grabbed his meaty waist while he grinded his enormous ass against my crotch. As the bass grew so did Angel’s bouncing. I was aroused and drunk and also began losing myself in the music. Before I knew it, Angel was twerking against me, his ass bouncing vigorously up and down as people watched in shock and amazement from afar. My hands explored the delicious curvature of his gelatinous rump as it crashed into me at full force. I was beginning to get hard as the music transitioned to a new song and Angel dragged me off the floor. 

“Woo! I’m exhausted,” he exclaimed. 

“Me too. I’ve never seen an ass move like that before.”

“I’d be happy to bounce it on you anytime you like.”

“Why don’t we go back to my place so I can see it in full force?”

“Please, I’d love that.”

“Great, but first, I’m pretty drunk… pupusas?”

We ordered a ton of pupusas to go and brought them back to my house. Drunk and salivating, we spread out the enormity of our order on the counter and got to work. I had worked up an appetite on the dance floor and was clearly hungrier than my counterpart. I had downed two pupusas while he was still working on the first one. 

I slapped his ass and watched it jiggle, “Judging by the junk in your trunk you can go a little faster than that.”

Angel’s eyes lit up and he began shoveling food into his mouth. Gripping his fork with his fist, he shoveled mounds of pupusa into his mouth at such an alarming rate I was growing concerned he would end up choking. Within ten minutes he had already caught up to me and was beginning to sweat and snort. Clearly, Angel only needed the slightest bit of encouragement to get him inhaling food like vacuum. Not to be outdone, I stepped up my game. I made sure he knew who was boss, burping and rubbing my rotund gut while I succumbed to absolute gluttony. 

We were both exhausted once all the food was inside our overstuffed stomachs. We’d grown lethargic from overeating and coming down off alcohol so I suggested we cuddle up in the outdoor bed and get some rest. As we removed our uncomfortable clothes I noticed a tear had formed in the seat of Angel’s pants. It must have happened when he was shaking his ass with abandon on the dance floor. The evidence of his growth aroused me, but I was too tired to mention anything as we plopped down in bed.

Within minutes Angel was snoring, his arms wrapped around the giant blob of belly fat that filled my lap. His head rested on my plumped up chest, his chin nestled into the crest of my gut. My own arm, fleshy with a base of muscle, kept him snug against me. My hand caressed the supple skin of his belly, swollen and stretched tight from overeating. I fantasized about growing that belly fatter and fatter until he was bigger than me. I knew he was eager for such a future. For the first time in a while I felt content. Darius would be proud. 

Morning

I watched Angel sleep like an angel on the outdoor bed. I sat on a chair next to the bed, completely nude. I felt large and powerful as the cool morning air kissed my luxurious fat rolls. I scratched at the stretchmarks on my overhang before lighting one of Darius’ best cigars. As I took a long drag and puffed out the smoke I examined Angel.

His beautiful brown skin was delightfully puffy, like a well-baked sweet roll that had just come out of the oven. The rising morning sun cast shadows that accentuated his buttery body. There was no question that Angel had fat deposits in all the right places: belly, sides, the beginning of a fat pad, thighs, and most of all, ass. Still, his face maintained a regal chiseled effect and his chest had only begun to soften. He should enjoy those qualities while he still can, I thought to myself, because once I’m through with him he will be unrecognizably fat. 

He stirred from his sleep and slowly opened his eyes. I blew smoke in his face and smiled. As he sat up, his stomach bunched into two thick fat rolls and his face scrunched up in confusions as he noticed something was off. Looking down, he finally saw it. His ankle was handcuffed to the bed. 

I cleared my throat: “You’ll spend the next week locked to this bed. The only activities you have to do are eat, fuck, and sleep. But you do them when I say. If you have to go to the bathroom you tell Daddy and Daddy will escort you. Got it?”

Angel nodded as his cock grew harder by the second. 

“From now on you are my little pet pig project. You’re going to do whatever I say and you’re not going to protest, understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“By the end of this you’re going to be fat. That little belly you got there,” I said and leaned forward to pinch the role below his navel, “it’s gonna be a full blown gut by next week.”