The Houseboy: Chapter 5

Darius and I didn't revisit our pig play for quite awhile after that magical week. Food was a regular part of our sex life, naturally, but my days as a chained up hog were behind me. As hot as it was, it was equally difficult and I was happy to let that time be encumbered by nostalgia. Since then, I was confidently packing on the pounds without any punishment from my master. I was finally settling into my life as a growing houseboy.

What I didn’t expect was for the weight to catch up with me so quickly. I was obsessed with my growth, carefully paying attention to each new ounce of fluff added to my body. When I hit 200 on the scale I knew that number came with a fair amount of hard work. Despite all of this, it still hadn’t fully registered that I was a fat guy, until one night... 

Darius was in the midst of plowing my ass. I was bent over doggy-style while his cock gained speed fucking my hole. I could feel his underbelly slapping against my lower back and luxuriated in how my ass fat clapped against his gargantuan thighs. Don’t get me wrong, I was aware of my new little belly hanging from abdomen, my slight double chin that sweated profusely, and all the other chubby additions to my body, but I never really felt fat. That is, not until Darius flipped me onto my back to continue railing me in missionary. 

He grabbed my legs which were growing thicker by the day and pushed them back, only… they wouldn’t go that far back and I was terribly uncomfortable. My fupa was pushing my cock forward, my gut was squished against my thigh fat, and it was simply impossible to get my legs back near my head; something that had once been an easy feat. It did help that Darius had such a huge cock it could reach most anywhere, but the fact remained that I was becoming too fat to bend in half. I couldn’t believe it. After a few minutes of discomfort I pushed Darius back, climbed my fat ass on top of his cock, and rode him until we both exploded. 

Unfortunately, this wonderful realization came alongside the sneaking suspicion that Darius was not entirely faithful to me. There were all the classic signs: working late, odd smells on his body, weird excuses. I was thankful to be in the position I was in, a full time houseboy fattening up for my daddy, but this didn’t feel altogether fair. 

I was trying to fall asleep one night while Darius was still awake texting someone. He got out of bed to go pee and left his phone on the bed, unlocked. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek and saw that he was texting his ex-boyfriend, Ivan. I should’ve known. Even worse, they had made plans to get lunch “again.” 

The next day I was reeling. I felt betrayed. In the past Darius had mentioned that he and Ivan used to live together in an open relationship, and that once Darius became close to me Ivan grew jealous and moved out. I could sympathize with Darius, who had never wanted to break up with Ivan in the first place. It is hard to let go of people, but It’s also not right to keep secrets. I badly wanted to start an argument, or go egg Ivan’s house, do something, anything, but I decided to take the high road. I reached out to Ivan myself and set a date to get drinks. I wanted everything to be copacetic. 

I met Ivan at a dingy Irish bar. He had arrived first and was nursing a Guinness. I immediately knew it was him because he stood out like a sore thumb. He was a thick guy like all the other patrons, but the skin tight purple polo shirt straining at the middle gave away his queerness. This was in addition to the fact that he was the fairest person at an Irish bar, which says a lot. His skin was paper white with blonde hair and blue eyes that were distinctly Germanic and stood out just as much as the outfit. I took a seat next to him and introduced myself, eyeing his body. He was fatter than me, but all the extra weight was in the gut filling the lap of his skinny jeans. The polo rode up in the back to expose his pale and fleshy lower back, and altogether it looked like his clothing was about to rip apart at any moment. I could see why Darius liked him. He had to be a gainer. 

The encounter was fraught with tension at first. Ivan swore that he and Darius had only been chatting and that nothing physical had happened. I believed him, but I also knew what chatting with you ex usually leads to. He seemed to have a real reverence for Darius and I could sense there was lingering attraction. 

As we reached the bottom of our second round things began to loosen up and Ivan was becoming increasingly friendly. He began to swear up and down that he would leave Darius alone if that’s what I wanted. Strangely, I didn’t know if I wanted that. After our fourth beer, conversation had drifted away from Darius and towards more personal topics. Ivan suggested we go down the block to a gay bar with $10 pitchers and I agreed. 

Once we were outside I noticed that Ivan had bloated up significantly and that his tiny polo no longer kept him entirely covered. His spare tire was firm and subtly jiggled despite the rapid pace he kept. We ordered our pitcher and something came over me when we sat down. I plopped myself firmly within inches of Ivan, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his stocky body. Things became flirty as we drained the pitcher into our beer bellies and ordered a round of tater tots. For the first time in an hour or two the conversation returned to Darius.  

“You know my favorite thing about Darius?” Ivan slurred. “That little spot between his fat pad and dick. That fold you know? I like how I can get my whole nose in there… Most guys his size their dick like disappears right there. Not Darius.” 

I was instantly hard. “Also,” I began, “the fact his thighs are the same size all the way down to his knees. Just an absolute beast of a man.” 

“How about the fact he’s always picking wedgies because his ass is like two fuckin’ watermelons.”

“My favorite is that his jaw is so wide and chiseled it somehow doesn’t disappear under that huge ass double chin. Like… his neck is hella muscular and his jaw is sharp as fuck, but then there’s this soft delicious ring of fat hanging between them.”

“Fuck,” Ivan exclaimed while gazing at my mouth, “I wanna kiss you.”