The Houseboy: Chapter 9

After our less than friendly competition Ivan decided to quit his job. For the next several months we lived rather peaceably and hornily. My weight would occasionally shoot up to 220, before dropping back down to 215 or 210. On one hand, I was excited to have hit my year-end goal months in advance, but I also was growing frustrated at not being able to maintain 220. 

Ivan was in a similar boat. From my perspective he ate boatloads, truly inordinate amounts of food, but his weight wasn’t budging. October came and went and even discount Halloween candy didn’t seem to make a lasting impression on our waistlines. The holidays were arriving with high anticipation as the whole house was looking forward to substantial progress. When Darius announced a last-minute business trip for the first two and a half weeks of November, Ivan and I developed a plan to gain as much as possible in his absence. We planned to bust through our plateaus and deliver our man live, in-person, before and after shots of our gains.

Darius bid us farewell with kisses, belly rubs, and a hefty stipend to keep us well-fed and occupied. The second he left the house we made several online orders: chinese food, groceries, weed, and video games. The pot arrived first and we immediately sparked up a fat joint in front of the TV. Not long after the munchies set in and we were chomping at the bit for the chinese food to arrive. It seemed like an eternity because of the high, but finally the food and groceries arrived at the same time. The delivery men seemed stupefied by the sight of two fat gay boys in nothing but pajama pants clumsily accepting their massive deliveries. 

We dug into our hefty order immediately, taking a break midway through to smoke some more. The Chinese food didn’t satiate our munchies so we popped a frozen pizza in the oven while we started the next movie. With much frustration we realized one pizza was not enough, placing another one in the oven after polishing the first off within minutes. We smoked some more and brought the pizza upstairs to the bedroom. The second pizza led to a frisky jerk off session before contentedly dozing off with full bellies. We were startled awake by a loud and aggressive banging at the front door. 

“What’s… did we order more food, I forget?” I queried while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. 

“No, I don’t think so,” Ivan replied. 

The banging continued with increasing intensity. We hurriedly stumbled out of bed, our fat bellies nervously bouncing and Ivan still sporting a boner. Forgoing underwear, I ripped some jeans from my closet and pulled them on to realize they weren’t going to button. I tried a second pair that barely closed and grabbed a tee shirt that only covered my gut when I sucked in. The knocking persisted and I rushed to the front door, Ivan following behind in nothing but his underwear and a half-chubbed dick. I swung open the door to see a pizza delivery guy. 

“I’ve been here for ten minutes,” he shouted. 

I opened the door wider to accept the delivery and accidentally stopped sucking in my gut, causing it to flop out from under my shirt. The force of which caused my pants to unbutton and unzip halfway by their own accord, revealing my swollen fat pad. Speechless all three of us looked down at my exposed gluttony. 

“Damn,” Ivan said wide-eyed. 

“Take the pizzas you fat fucks,” said the delivery guy as he shoved the boxes into my belly and walked away. 

“That was so fucking hot,” Ivan said with a sense of wonderment. “You fat ass… All that guy saw was two fat fucking pigs who can’t even fit into their clothes about to eat all… of this… Did you order this?”

We opened up the boxes to find three pizzas, garlic sticks, and cinnamon sticks. We were stupefied until Ivan checked his phone to find a text from Darius: “Are my boys enjoying their pizzas?” Ivan snapped a pic of me to send Darius before calling him up and relaying the story. Excitedly recounting the event on speaker phone, both Ivan and I grew throbbing boners. Darius suggested we eat our food and fuck on FaceTime while he watched. Ivan and I were making out before the words had even left his mouth. 

The next two weeks followed in a similar fashion, except we gave up on wearing clothes to accept deliveries. At most we wore pajama pants, but never a shirt. Most of them didn’t fit anyway! Our routine was smoke, feast, fuck, sleep, repeat, with movies and video games thrown in to pass the time. Darius continued to coordinate delectable deliveries on a daily basis. 

The two and a half weeks passed quickly in a haze of pot smoke, full bellies and fucking. On our final day there was a knock at the door. We wobbled over to the door in nothing but our boxer briefs stained with food and come. Lazily, I opened the door, my stomach ready for something delicious, only to find Darius looking polished and handsome standing before me. 

“Look at you!” he exclaimed and grabbed my belly with both hands. “Look at this flab! Babe you have an overhang now, do you see this?”

In fact, I hadn’t seen it or even noticed that my belly finally drooped into a bona fide overhang. We embraced and kissed sensually. I noticed that Darius’ face felt a bit puffier as well, especially around his neck. We finished and our bear daddy stepped inside to embrace his other boy. 

“And you! Holy shit, you too! You’ve both been such gluttonous piggies while I was gone! Ivan, fuck you’re so fucking fat you have stretchmarks on your fat pad.”

The two attempted to hug but their prodigious bellies obstructed a full embrace.

“Fuck it smells like weed and butt sex in here,” Darius laughed and turned to look at the living room. “Oh wow… you guys… wow. You really are two filthy little pigs aren’t you? Turning my house into your own little pig sty.”

I’d been so stoned I hadn’t really noticed, but Darius was right. The house was pretty filthy. There were food wrappers, dirty dishes, burnt joints, come rags, and food scraps laying pretty much everywhere. The realization was causing all three of us to grow incredibly horny. Darius pushed me onto the couch and pulled Ivan over to join, directing us to make out. He pushed the coffee table and trash aside to clear a spot on the living room rug. He pulled us each down to the ground. 

“Now let’s fuck like pigs.”