The Houseboy: Chapter 2

The next morning I awoke to the smell of a delicious breakfast spread Darius was preparing in the kitchen. My stomach was still bloated from the night before and I stumbled naked into the kitchen looking like I’d swallowed a cantaloupe. Darius was standing over a stove wearing only a jockstrap, his fat ass cheeks obfuscating the straps below them. He quickly turned around at the sound of my footsteps with a goofy grin on his face.

“Morning angel! I know you’re hungry but before we fill you up I gotta record your weight and measurements.”

I was still full from the night before and not hungry despite the enticing aroma filling the room, but I didn’t tell Darius this. I followed him into the bathroom and onto the scale. I weighed 160 pounds. My measurements were laughably petite. I couldn’t wait to change that. Darius said we’d take them again in a month to record my progress and I was jittery to finally have a bona fide feeder to plump me up. 

After our little chec- in I painstakingly consumed the expansive spread Darius procured. I was told that he didn’t usually cook breakfast and preferred ordering in, but it was a special day since he woke up next to me for the first time. After cooking, he cleaned up and got ready for work. Before heading out the door he handed me the keys to the house and a personal credit card.

“Charge whatever you want, within reason. Unless it’s food. Then charge to your heart’s content.”

We kissed and he left for the day. I didn’t start work for another week, so I set out to explore the city. I was dismayed by the hills and the cost of food, but I guess that didn’t really matter when you have Daddy’s credit card. I quickly learned that Uber was the way to go and had myself chauffeured around to all the tourist sites for the rest of the day. As the day waned I received a text from Darius telling me to be dressed for a fancy dinner by the time he returned. Without question, I complied.

He arrived home in a flurry as the reservation was in thirty minutes and he still had to get dressed himself. I lounged on the bed and watched as he hurriedly stripped off his work clothes and squeezed his fat ass into a pair of slacks that left little to the imagination. He threw on an obscenely tight button up that exposed his hairy gut between each button.

“Fuck, this won’t work he said,” and flashed me a sexy grin as he slapped his belly. “I’ll just throw a sweater over it.”

He checked his chiseled face for blemishes before sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. The bed sagged beneath his heavy body. He had to spread his legs wide in order to bend over with a grunt and tie his shoes. When he finally stood his face was flushed red.

“After tonight, I gotta slow down on the eating and focus on your gains. I’m simply bursting out of everything. But tonight... we feast!”

We arrived at the restaurant and I immediately felt discomfort. I wasn’t used to going to such fancy places. Plus, we were an unusual couple in our size and age difference and surely attracted attention. Not only was Darius three times my size but he was also twice my age. I took a deep breath as we walked inside. 

Once seated, Darius immediately ordered the five course special for both of us. I grew nervous as I knew I was expected to down this entire meal in one sitting, all while minding my manners. We ended up with a gay waiter, an attractive and fit guy in his 30s. After he took down our order he pointed to me and said to Darius: “You sure he can handle all that?” I was surprised that such a brazen comment would be muttered in a high-end establishment, but it only fueled my desire to eat everything and grow fatter. That night I cleaned each of my plates and was treated, more like forced, to dessert afterward. I was filled to capacity and highly uncomfortable, but completely turned on. 

The rest of the month went similarly. Darius made sure his boy constantly had his face buried in a plate of scrumptious food. It was especially difficult the first two weeks but eventually I got used to it as my stomach stretched out. I started work at a library and tried my best to eat big lunches and snack on my breaks. I looked a tad larger but I couldn’t tell if it was just the fact that I was constantly bloated. 

Darius, on the other hand, was so focused on keeping food around the house so that I grew large,r that he continued to swell up as well. He was genuinely not trying to gain weight and actually wanted to maintain for awhile, but he just couldn’t keep his mouth away from anything delicious, including me. If it was enticing and in front of him, he wouldn’t stop himself. 

At the end of the month Darius ushered me back onto the scale. I was nervous due to the fact that my clothes still fit the same and I didn’t feel much bigger. To our dismay, I only put on five pounds. My disappointment was palpable, but Darius still sang my praises. He pointed out that gaining can be slow going at first, especially because I was young and had a fast metabolism. He promised me the numbers on the scale would continue to rise, but I was doubtful.

“It’s this stupid library job,” I complained. “I’m on my feet too much and I can’t snack throughout the day. I got chubby when I was with Ivan, like I had a legit belly. Regains shouldn’t be this hard and I think working is the problem.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Darius grinned. “Quit the job. You don’t need to pay rent.”

“Are you serious?”

“On one condition. I tie you down for the next week and you’re my personal pet pig project. How’s that sound?”