The Houseboy: Chapter 4

By the final day of Darius’ little BDSM gainer schtick I felt noticeably fatter, but I was also exhausted, filthy, yearning for the outside world, and most of all: horny. He hadn’t let me come once, despite fucking my ass and face daily. I was yearning for a wet dream but even this didn’t come. With such little physical activity I wasn’t too dirty, but I was definitely sticky with food and beginning to feel like an actual pig. 

I woke up on day seven to Darius’ cock poking at my ass and a cannoli poking at my mouth. I opened my eyes and lazily took a bite while pulling my ass cheeks open. Lubed up and ready to go Darius slid his manhood right in along with cannoli after cannoli. A platter piled high sat on the nightstand next to us. He pumped in and out of me with a slow rhythm while delicately feeding me each treat. He was treating me softer than he had the past few days, stroking my cock occasionally and softly kissing my lips in between mouthfuls. 

“See this,” he said and put a hand on my belly. “This wasn’t here a few days ago. My boy is growing fast.”

“I wanna be the best piggy,” I said with a mouthful of cream. “I want my whole body to jiggle when I bounce on that massive cock.” 

“It’s already happening,” he said, and gripped the tiniest bit of fat resting on my hip bone. “By the end of this month this will be a bona fide love handle, babe.”

He leisurely fucked my ass until the entire plate of connoli’s was gone. Surprisingly, I wasn’t even full. I found myself looking forward to a tasty breakfast. 

“Piggy’s still hungry,” I said. 

Darius’ eyes lit up and he scurried away to return with a cart piled high with all the breakfast foods one could imagine. I sat up as he brought the plates to me, both of us still fully erect and dripping. He laid the food next to me and I dug in with my bare hands. Occasionally he did provide utensils for things that were trickier to eat, but I had grown accustomed to using my hands. I greedily dug in while Darius proceeded to suck me off and finger my ass, all while feasting on the food himself. 

We kept at this up for an hour until I had licked the plates clean and washed it down with a gainer drink. We were both bloated beyond belief and could barely move. Darius’ big arm held me tight while we lazily fucked in bed, too full to put in much effort. Eventually we drifted off to sleep with his dick inside of me.

I awoke to another bedside lunch spread. I was still full but my libido spurred my appetite. Darius continued to feed me bites while methodically pumping my ass. I was impressed that he had both the abs to continue the rhythmic motion and the belly to continue eating as he did so. I came close to orgasming hands-free as this thought floated through my head, but despite my blue balls I still couldn’t come. Once the plates were clean, we fell into a slumber once again. 

Finally, dinner came around. As expected, I awoke to a meal fit for a king, despite looking like a complete pig. My underarms smelled, my face was sticky with food, my ass gaping and sticky with lube, even my belly was sticky from the precum oozing from my cock for the last twelve hours. We continued to fuck and feast into the night until all the food was gone and Darius pulled out. 

“Why’d you stop?” I begged. 

Darius grinned. 

“Pleeeasssee let me come babe, I’m dyin’.” 

Darius stared me directly in the eyes and with one quick hand gesture had my cock shooting spirals to the ceiling. Taken by complete surprise, my body convulsed and writhed on the bed. Stars colored my vision and god only knows the animalistic noises that skittered from my throat. 

At the end of that month I stepped on the scale confidently, causing my belly to jiggle in front of me. Spending a week as Darius’ personal piglet had kickstarted my gaining and I knew that I was finally getting fat once again. The numbers on the scale rose and rose and finally stopped at 187. I had gained 22 pounds in one month. 

“You did it babe,” Darius grinned.