The Houseboy: Chapter 12

Darius had me on a strict workout plan for the three months since we’d been back from Hawaii. The goal was to grow a solid base of muscle, acknowledging I’d probably lose fat in the process, and then pile on the chub once I felt beefed up enough. It was quite the success. The degree to which this man could manipulate my body just how I wanted left me dumbfounded, and in love. Weighing in at 235 I’d lost a considerable amount of fat, but gained a considerable amount of muscle. 

Sadly, my overhang shrunk back into a distended beach ball and the extra weight in my face melted away. Don’t get me wrong, I was still chubby, but not as chubby. My arms and upper back were solid and bulky, but muscle definition was obscured by fat. My ass and thighs had grown the fastest and were looking huge. With girthy muscles underneath and a buttery smooth layer of pudge on top, I was looking, and feeling, like a total piggy bottom. Gone were the days of excessively struggling going up hills and gone were the days of merely laying in bed while Darius plowed my flabby ass. I now had the stamina and strength to bounce and ride on his cock like a mechanical bull. I was feeling more confident than ever, but the time had come to get majorly fat again. 

Spring had sprung and I had just finished up one of my workouts, drenched in sweat and craving a burger, when Darius arrived home early with just that. It was as though he could read my mind. We spread the food out on the counter, cracked some beers, and dug in. 

“So, I can hardly contain it any longer…” Darius grinned. 

“What? Is everything okay?”

“More than okay! I got a promotion Dylan! In Miami!”

I was stunned and struggling to process what was just said. I set down my milkshake and embraced the love of my life, congratulating him with a big wet kiss on his chubby cheek. 

“We’re going to move to Miami, love! In one month. And I think I’ve already found a great new house for us, I can’t wait to show you. It’s a fucking penthouse overlooking the ocean and its so spacious. It’s fucking amazing.”

“Babe, I’m so proud of you. I’m speechless right now!” We stood and jumped up and down while hugging, causing the floor to shake and the dishes to rattle. 

“So that’s not my only surprise,” Darius said. “You’ve been such a good little gym rat lately that I was thinking it was time to turn you into a gym pig.” Darius pulled a box out from his bag and opened it up to reveal several leather accoutrements. “Handcuffs, a harness, and a leash. For you. To bid farewell to this apartment I thought we should make you my piggy again, only this time you’ll be hitting the gym as well as the buffet.”

“When do we start?” I asked, my cock already stiffening. 

Darius didn’t say a word and simply led me to the bedroom where he stripped off my clothes and handcuffed me to the bed. He disappeared for about five minutes and returned with a funnel feeder. Before I knew it I was strapped in and gulping down a delicious creamy concoction. Once I was full to the gills Darius fucked my ass until we both came everywhere and passed out. 

I awoke to Darius strapping me into the harness and leash. He led me to the guest room that had been converted into a gym overnight while I slept. He situated me in a machine, chained the leash to the ground and commanded me to work out my ass. 

“I want that ass plump and ripe for Miami. I want it so fucking fat that it looks fake. You stay here until you’re so sweaty I can fuck your hole without any lube.”

I did as I was told and he exited the room. He left me there for an excruciating hour and a half until I was gasping for air. True to his word, he fucked me with no lube until I was completely weak and in pain. I collapsed on the floor unable to walk. This was the furthest he’d ever pushed me and for the first time I was a little bit scared. 

He left the room and returned with a bowl of “pig slop” which I ascertained to be a workout shake. He then led me to the bedroom where he proceeded to pamper me with a sponge bath and hand-fed delicious treats. He lulled me into a deep sleep and I awoke once more being led out of bed and into an upper body workout. This process continued for two weeks. When Darius was at work, I was locked up with plates of food nearby. 

Midway through the month he gave me a week off, which almost felt surreal I had grown so accustomed to the discipline. I was so exhausted and sore from the work outs that I spent most of that week stoned and snacking in bed. I didn’t want to do anything but eat and sleep. This was short lived, however, as Darius amped up the pig play our final two weeks before moving to Miami. 

My entire existence became a blur of workout machines, sore muscles, a full belly, and wild sex. I was thankful he let me come this time, unlike our first foray into BDSM pig play. My body was feeling noticeably different but I couldn’t tell what specifically had grown. Darius kept me away from mirrors for the most part, so all I knew was that I was bigger. There was no question about it. I was lifting more weight than I ever had and my stomach capacity had been forced to an all time high. 

The night before we were to leave for Miami, Darius set me free from bondage. He scrubbed me up good in the shower and gave me a brand new outfit to wear out to dinner. I could tell by the attire we were going somewhere fancy. When we arrived, I recognized the restaurant as the one Darius took me to our second night together. Lo and behold, the same hunky waiter served us. 

“Welcome back you two,” he said with a knowing grin. “Looks like someone’s trying to catch up to daddy bear here.”

We both laughed and Darius wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close, and giving my gut a jiggle. “We’re working on it,” he said. 

Needless to say we ate heaps of food. We even ordered seconds for dessert. When we returned home it was time for my final weigh in before Miami. I stripped naked and lumbered over to the scale. For the first time I realized my overhang had returned in full force, as it wobbled left and right with each step. 

I looked at Darius and grinned, “You’ve really done me in this time.” 

The numbers ticked all the way up to 261. I was floored. How was that possible? 25 pounds in a month? 

“How?” I muttered.

Darius led me to the bathroom mirror and stood behind admiring my rounded form. He grabbed each of my hands and placed them on my belly, giving it a gelatinous shake. He then traced his fingers along brand new stretch marks leading up to my navel. The bright red stripes burned from his soft caress. He worked his way up to my chest where he cupped small man boobs that were hairier than I remembered. Bending my arm, he encouraged me to flex, displaying the impressive breadth of their circumference. He turned me to the side and cupped my ass with one hand. I was in shock. My booty had never been so perky, let alone that large. Soft white stretch marks had formed on the sides of my glutes. I flexed one, admiring the way it perked up and caused the fat to dimple. Darius gave it a soft jiggle and that’s when I noticed we were both dripping precum. Mine was falling to the floor in a long string while a wet stain appeared on Darius’ undies. He had me face forward again, grabbing the precum in his hands and rubbing it into my thick thighs before giving them a sticky slap. They jiggled for several seconds before settling down. I couldn’t believe the muscle chub looking back at me in the mirror. 

Darius kissed the back of my neck, and then between my shoulder blades, between my love handles. He spread my meaty ass cheeks and licked my hole, inhaling my smell. He turned me around so that my cock, oozing precum, slapped him in the face. He breathed in the musk of my fatpad, sandwiched between thigh fat and an overhang, before slowly taking my cock into his mouth. I nearly came the second his tongue made contact.