Butter The Devil You Know

Ryan always pursued the road of success and despite the love for acting and singing - something he studied but with no success - he developed a platform online, where he used his catchy sexy body to raise attention and generous followers.

Becoming a viral meme was not on his list though, and especially of a weird kind. While searching the corresponding results linked to his name, something strange appeared... a tumblr blog related to a really niche weird topic related to gaining that shared his pics assuming he was gaining weight...

At first he didn't really understood it, and looked to the pics to see if they were deformed or altered, but it turns out there were no modifications... and he was not gaining anything at all!

He didn't care much, after all, being on the public eye meant to accept any kind of exposure and as long as he was not damaged by that, all that came along was only for good. Little did he know that behind that little page there was a storm coming.. the owner of the blog, a countryside teen, modified its privacy policies allowing the page to appear at the top of any research tab and in any topic related to the most trending ones: fitness infuencers, fashion, vip, lifestyle, gossip... and in no time speculations rised around Ryan physical shape and his carreer as a fitness influencer. Still, it was not yet possible to consider that as a public image damage, because the only one earning from it was Ryan itself, who got invited to several podcasts to discuss about sport and diet, and saw an increase in followers. All of them, though, reposted THAT content and constanly commented Ryan's posts with encouragments and food emoji. The increasing attention towards body positivity did the rest, as people expected from him to defend his growth and not to shamefully deny it like it was wrong.

The meme survived even in real life meetings when everyone called him 'big guy', the 'hungry Ryan', and asked him to be involved in the meme replicas... He decided, then, to exploit that and gave to himself some permission regarding things he never allowed to do: a calorie raise, some extra snack, accepting donations and gifts from fans (food related of course)..

His mediocre talent was then quickly replaced by his lunches and mukbangs online that started as music and cinema reviews or singing songs live… people always asked him to have something, how he was dealing with diet and commitment and he decided to play that game since, as u can see, his body responded very well to the extra food and was smoking hot.

As other creators, he was among the oiled gamers and livestreamers who appeared shirtless and acting like naturally sexy and hot, but something was changing, and it all depended entirely upon the teen behind his unexpected success. The nerdy teen treated him like a real life personification of an online game and was able to influence Ryan’s choices through the modification of his own media algorithm that induced to provide specific and thematic contents about gaining and online trends related. Moreover, he constantly published posts, like news leaks about him, addressing luxurious and lavish lifestyle and restaurants feasts.

Ryan, who always looked at his online persona performance and positioning, saw his growth in the specific segment of the foodie community and the opportunity to build a platform where to expand his audience regarding music and showbiz, his primary interests, that was actually being sacrificed and was actually loosing engagement… fitness content, in his online window frame, were not attractive anymore, as well as reviews and cultural field. While he saw big potential in the lgbtqia+ scene, in the gamers community and in the body positive personalities… how to develop and intertwine the three fields in order to be recognised and specific online could be a topic of discussion and followed different routes but not exactly what Ryan’s induced choices elaborated: a series of contents about food, music and games titled B-EAT THE MEME in which he discussed musical and socials news while eating and queer baiting his audience flexing his oiled muscles in front of the camera…

How long would it last before ballooning?? Not so much considering that he left his followers choose the food and opened a public delivery wishlist from where anyone could pay for his meals and order them… the embarrassing thing was that most of his comments and supporters were AI Trained bots who completely altered his perception of the follower’s requests, so that he basically ate for no one.

To his eyes, on the other hand, he hardly perceived his fast growth and continued to bulk as everyone asked, with the promise of a future fitness competition. Would you ever consider possible him leaving his led-lighted all purpose room where he filmed himself, ate, slept, played, and worked remaining seated on a gamer’s couch?

Everything was a mess… his all purpose cheap body oil impregnated all the room textiles and everything smelled as a mix of that with his sweat and the food leftovers, mainly fried, while he became more and more lazy. Not to mention that of all the people he dated in the past: no one dared to touch him anymore, not only since his weight gain, but since he shifted his contents to a different field that was transforming him into a messy flabby lazy dirty creator whose presence online was not related anymore to a specific topic, say it music or food, but became a meaningless exhibition of himself porking out in the name of a meme that had the power to change his mind for the worst… or for the good of everyone enjoying…

He was in fact stuck in between following his purpose of emerging as a talent and the compromise with the opportunity given but he was missing the trap he was into… his algorithm hid all the online speculations and articles about his public humiliation and he was completely unaware of these until the very same nerdy guy who managed everything decided to leave the news reach him.

At that point he was starting a new challenge about eating junk food for a week and he didn’t quite understand, as the articles looked old and not updated like before. There were shirtless pics, while he started wearing some tops to hide the damage since some month now. So he had to read twice the news to realise. The third pack of chicken nuggets almost choked him as he saw a thousand of memes about him, laughing at him. Several screenshots of his daily lives were posted like a carousel amd he couldn’t help but notice his 30 kg gain damage in 30 second reels online.

After his busy work week, Ryan’s Friday nights became a sacred habit: football match and tons of food with his pals. Since he was the richest among them he offered everything and they didn’t miss the chance to enjoy and have a free meal in a rented luxury hotel far from their wives and children.

His friends praised him and loved to show off their bodies remembering the high school days and their sex adventures… everyone of them married their school gf and no one of them was having a sexual life as of late, due to work and their children birth.

The only one still playing like the insatiable always horny and sexually alive man seemed to be Ryan, who didn’t miss the chance to joke about that with his friends… but they had a plan

To make him bloat every time and make him fatter and fatter weekend after weekend and even more addicted to the high calorie and fattening junk food they were giving him and that he was paying.. maybe his would have noticed how lazy and larger he was becoming and punish him somehow

The plan was working… he packed on the pounds in no time! They were shocked by that… after all he was always the most competitive and successful athlete… no matter the match… and recently food match became the most entertaining event of the Friday nights… with the exception that he was the only one playing that game.

Turns out that, in the other hand, he was just like them… horny and not fucking since forever because his wife found him cheating 3 years before… so he slowly enjoyed the food treats his muscle and high testosterone friends started with him… making him the most addicted and willing to push that game forward

he was now really fat and lazy and even more obedient and addicted. He still felt the thick muscles under his layer of new fat rolls but somehow he didn’t care at all. The mask of the virilestrongman fell in no time and his friends gained power over him, who was still paying his growth in that luxury hotel suite, waiting for spoonfuls of ice cream to be put directly into his big watering mouth…

At some point he even felt vulnerable for being now the fatty of the group… and his friends didn’t lose the opportunity to play with that… after confessing that he was not having sex since forever, can you imagine the sec he was having now that he was a fatass? Barely anything of course… but lots of dick to suck now and lick like lollipop for the hungry Ryan…

Even the food was now shaped to remember his his new Friday night hobby… sausages, rolls donuts icecream cones, protein bars, baguettes, cucumber and mayo, pizza rolls and kebabs…

Your wife was pretty mean and specific about how to make u balloon…

You liked to cheat her and she planned a slow but steady revenge, and she couldn’t ask to a better person: your former massage therapist u don’t even remember (good for us!), because u chose another one all of a sudden…

She said no women allowed among my personnel except you (me): play with him and fool him to the point of making him feel the one in charge. Push him in becoming an asshole, serve him and then leave him in his mediocre position of an insecure fat fuck in denial. She really wanted to get back whatever you took from her but, still, keep you close to her to enjoy the show, and control you like a kid with no will power.

That was the general plan, but to make it with food… she must be a real bitch, u got caught and messed with the wrong one, I have to say. It was fun though to fatten u and see the sexy hunk, young husband of a sexy successful woman, grow and grow, taking for granted not only his body, but his attractiveness and power on others..

How do you feel now that no one would even look at you and that you sweat at every staircase? In your case not even money can bring back your respect because your wife has worked on it as well, and she brags you around like her mindless horny puppy, that is not even good to fuck anymore. It’s no coincidence that you lost your job and became a home-stay husband… you liked the idea anyway… enjoy spare time, lay on the sofa, do garden and garage workouts… all too good to be true, in fact your wife hired a gardener and didn’t accept any sports gear that you would have never used after some month, because you were not going to anymore. Suddenly it looked like going back to your teen years: feeling like a furniture piece in a house where everything was under control, your wife control.

But I was there to help you, we had immediately a bond and you know I’ve been there to serve you special treats and massages to your tired muscles.

Overtime you got stuck at home with nothing to do but eat and play video games… a dream but too lonely and your wife didnt help. You suffered the lack of attention from the world and started to rely and use your personnel for that. It’s incredible how you were able to be mean and dominant but this was soon ending. You would ask for anything and your wife was still there and really good to make you believe you were right! The few time she was at home she would put u at work doing useless tasks and then organise parties full of addictive food - meaning leftovers for you - and treat you like a trophy kid for the occasion, waiting for her orders, and making you feel part of her accessories.

You had to wear what she ordered and behave good, otherwise no gift later… that's when the collar became your, sorry her signature, stating to the worls that she owned you. How you shifted from being a manly strong husband cheating on her and pretending daily sex to accepting sweet treats is something we still laugh about with your personnel, but still you accepted and liked secretly a bossy woman… and thats also what you looked for when you were cheating on her: women that took control of you and led you to feel relaxed and free from the duty of the everyday masc macho man. Sometimes sex between the two of you still happened, but hardly, once you weren’t anymore as powerful and attractive as before, but still u were in denial and not realising that…

Do you remember, when you begged me to suck your fat covered cock… poor you, it was enough to be fucked by your own male sexy housekeepers to make you satisfied, even more when you accepted to bate them in order to win dessert…

Something happened in you since living like that was slowly becoming harder to manage… you could barely choose even your lunches since grocery shopping was a task for waiters. And your lonely daily life found in extra treats a little happiness and it became soon a norm. After all, your metabolism has always been incredible and now you were married and your finance and sport career ended up in nothing as per everyone. Your metabolism was so fast that it slowed in no time and soon the worst jiggly fat started to cover your once defined six pack and make your butt larger and larger. Down there u liked and regretted that feeling but to overeat became so satisfying that losing your fit body seemed at first a minor thing, especially because in your mind it was meant as just a starting soft belly and nothing more. But portions became increasingly tasty and bigger, even though you didn’t notice, and always enriched with oil, dressings, extra hidden fat calories that made everything more caloric.

Your wife started to threaten you at the first sign of softening and, at the same time, played sexy tricks with you that awakened your horniness, but still didnt fuck you… frustration was increasing in you and food made u feel powerful since it was the only thing that arose your wife attention, even though not in a good way. In no time the bloat became an overhang and you became a fat ass who jerked off alone while everyone had to massage and still treat you like a boss there… I was the only one allowed to help you and I always brought you extra food and made you feel hot and dominating… you liked that and somehow pretended that from me. Working in the middle of fit boys, though and having them caring for you as u were not an unattractive fatty but a sexy daddy made u believe we all respected you and wanted you more than anything. Moreover, the feeling that fit guys were not that interesting compared to you helped in believing that you had something… You were looking for validation and a boost to your self esteem was needed. I gave u everything u needed and look a you now: heavy breathing and not so athletic anymore to fuck like before… but u believed u were spreading sexiness around and we all followed your wasted mind… surprisingly, when I started to play with your nipples and you new found manboobs and the jiggly belly, your felt a mix of shame and excitement that represented a moment during which something clicked in your mind in the planned direction.

Poor fatty, Now you want me to call u piggy because that excites you more than anything, since it’s the only thing that, u believe, makes your wife mad, and you hard rock. Me cooking for you was your new power weapon in your hands. Ordering food anytime and making everyone crazy was your way of dominating and you didn’t even realize that for that you had no money limitations like before.

Once you spent 3000 € in one day for food and we are not talking about expensive gourmet specialties but of the cheapest calories on the market… that we carefully selected among the worst and fattening ones. It seemed like you were not aware but I believe that you perceived that and liked it because it fastened the way you could gorge and grow.

Once u said to me that you were full as fuck and complained about your deformed tattoos while checking their new shape under the sweaty rolls. The guys told me also that you even started to ask them to flex for you and to find clothes like theirs and spend time togheter in addition… what’s happening here, all of a sudden are u attracted by your male waiters???

Your answer was crazy and made me realise that we could push forward and like crazy your gaining race. So, being bigger made you feel more manly and dominating, but at the same time you started to envy their bodies at the point that being fed by them while touching their flexing biceps made u hard and more horngry. Not even your wife planned the bromance stuff and how big and embarrassing you would have become… now she is still playing the part of the crazy person, and me I’ve been told to leave as my work here is done….

Your wife has left your too, found a new young bf and still talks about you telling everyone the messy pig you became. She shows your pics to men and women and their reaction is priceless. Especially looking at before/after pics and at you in comparison to fit boys. But the most exciting pics are those that exposed you while eating as a pig around and being fed as a merciless porker… everyone know now who to talk to to send you food. Since you became even more larger you became even more obedient… and after the divorce and my leave you found yourself alone and powerless and surrounded by your former waiters that were leaving soon too.

That's what your wife didn't prevent: that you could become a paid porker and be the bin for your former waiters. They took over you one day because they were tired of being used by you and by your mean ways of behaving. So, after you insisted more and more about using them to steal their sexiness just by living close to them, they started to use you on purpose and brought you to a new place. Your obedience left everyone speechless. For a burger you would have sucked all of them and you accepted to be their occasional secret ass and their collared puppy Since gaining, in fact, the larger waistline and the bigger butt changed your sensible areas and to bottom - something he discovered thanks to me during our old massage sessions - that became a real need to satisfy for him.

He was attracted by the idea of him being still like them, but just a year ago, and somehow still belonging to the cool guys gang. Now he couldn't live withouth them and without feeling like an obedient porker, whose pictures and online channels circulated, transofrming him from a sexy asshole to a porky poor foodslave who presented himself as a strong man... He really believed that actually, but look at his wide belly, the only strong thing there is the support underneath and the belief that the double chinned fatty believe he's in charge and still attractive...

You are in the best shape of your life Andrew, genetics and metabolism aligned! No wonder they booked you as a model... As a doctor I can't be more than happy to enjoy seeing you around in advertisements... when will you appear around? I remember your teen days as an athlete, you built that dream body step by step and your measurements fits perfection now.

- Oh Doc, I don't really know, you see, they say I still have to get better and a little bit bigger, that's why I'm here right now.

- bigger? Well, if that’s what you’re worried about, I can help you figure it out and, trust me, you’ll reach what they ask for, if you’re ok with that!

- what do u suggest doc? I need to quickly solve that and become bigger soon

- To increase the protein intake is the first thing to do, I’ll prepare a special meal plan for u. Second of all u must change your workout routine and skip all the cardio lessons you’re famous for.. just strength and then a special extra calorie intake to push your metabolism and a mass gainer every night before bed. Come here in a month and let’s see the progress rate.

- a month? It’s too much!! I have a casting in 3 weeks and my boss said I could loose the job if I won’t be bigger… is there any chance?

- well… I can give you some additional gaining pill but it’s too dangerous and addictive, it’s a prescription and you can’t interrupt or change the amount given, do u hear me? Also, that requires to slow down your physical activity so, despite what I said, u have to do maximum 2 lifting sessions per week, all right?

- Good Andrew, you gained 7,8 kg in 2 weeks, really good! At this rate we can think to slow down the mass gaining powder, but not the pill… how do u feel?

Andrew felt his body accumulating mass in the right places and an increasing hunger that was hard to manage and hide while at work with his now thinner and leaner colleagues. He felt he was bigger, even though not enough for his boss, but why his colleagues were not? He felt their eyes on him, half of them side looking at him like to check his gains, other’s embarrassed by his massive presence… his attitude and way of moving changed as well.. now he saw his large pecs when looking around and struggled with his clothes and the old shirts that were thight only around his biceps and pecs. He was also surprised by how easily he ate large amounts of food, like his body was craving, or maybe it was just his free time out of the gym…

He started to feel uncomfortable being bigger than the others… especially after they renamed him with a weird nickname which was inappropriate but somehow hot to him: the tank, given the incredible amount of food he ate in one sitting when snacking. He lost a little definition and some soft pudge appeared in his lower belly, but still it was manageable and his boss said was sexy..

Only problem was that the bloat that came after eating the mass gainer and the pill was not prevented… and he couldn’t risk to go to work bloated. So he started to manage his supplements on his own and he thought everything was under control.

Yeah, sure it was, he forgot his doctor words about not interrupting or modify the strict schedule assigned, made to maximise his gains. If only the doctor had said him the consequences…

He was not able to see it yet but his face was rounder and his body softer… the big tank received constant teasing at work and from his doc as well, who had to hide his excitement in seeing the big guy lazier and apparently more and more obedient and respectful of his perfect growth plan, that Andrew seemed to trust completely, even skipping gym classes sometimes, as the doctor suggested later…

- Andrew your progress is stunning. How do you feel? It seems like you respect everything I say, but be careful about that because there’s no way back if u mess everything up, do u understand? Now we can slow down and reduce your calorie intake and so cut to recover from the boost we gave to your metabolism this months. You grew like a cow and usually thats not normal, you know that right? But everything seems under control!

- the only thing Andrew understood was that he had to eat less and reduce the pills… but did the doctor tell him how? No? And what to eat? This time he was more vague, maybe assuming he was able to do so. First thing he did was to remove the supplements from one day to another. But his hunger didn’t pass if not increased and the bloat as well! How come? Like never before the bloat seemed not to go anywhere and stay there forever, and everyone at work didn’t miss the chance to underline ‘big tank’ bloat like something everyone was waiting for sooner or later.

You should have seen his face, embarrassed in front of everyone while his boss and the photographer removed him from an advertisement and played with him and called him out warning him about the latest developments. He used to be the hottest around there, and now was a fatass among lean guys.. and still hungry and growing!!

- hey doc, I keep being hungry, and I’m really worried because I see myself bigger and bloated but unable to stop! Anything I do makes me just bigger! My boss is angry and at work the food they give me is not helping! There are these rich buffets but despite i should not eat anything, they force me now for work reason! I think it’s affecting me somehow!

- Andrew good evening! From what I can see this is the result they wanted! Are u still taking the pills and did u reduce the mass gainer?

- i interrupted everything and still…

- everything? How come? That’s why Andrew! Here’s the issue! As I said u can’t go back If you go wrong, u know what it means????

- doc what? I feel like I’m growing non stop and also I can’t stand the jokes at work… I lost a job as well!

- Andrew I did what you asked and they expected, maybe it’s time you get used to it? I never told you but I also received a phone call from your boss to set up a protocol for u, so nothing is wrong… everything is under control!

- doc you maybe don’t understand, I’m bigger and larger and I want to stop it!

- no, you dont my dear, I told you that everything is under control, and u are as you asked and they wanted! In some week you set stable and better get used to it because it’s how it should be! Moreover, you should have developed a side effect which affects your libido, right?

- what are you- the doctor interrupted him right before he started yelling

- Andrew, Andrew my dear…. Or should I call you Tank-ew, be good as you can be, you are now made to eat and respond to the call… you asked for that and you did this, the right question: what the hell did u do to yourself? What’s the purpose of A lifelong athletic career to become the fatty’s pork of a horny male model agent and the experiment of a genius doctor?? Ahahh you’re so dumb… and I know you are hard rock now as well…

Parker always dreamed about living a luxurious life and to be pampered by sexy fit guys - whit a bodyshape of the kind like he was never able to reach - and to feel their care and attention, and at the same time, to be controlled by them.

He knew he could never belong to the world of the fit beautiful guys, but he worked his ass off in order to be the one able to "buy" and hire them so to live the life of his dreams. Being rich, he always had the feeling of being in charge somehow, because he never had any difficulty in obtaining what he wanted, except what he really had to conquer, like for instance a fit body. He always relied on other aspects, he studied and was even lucky to win the lottery, so that he could afford a really over the top life.

First thing he did was to live in a mansion and to hire muscled waiters with whom he passed his laxy days worshipping their bodies and leaving them total control. He was like the Dan Bilzerian of the gays, cringe and with the same mindset, but fatter and much poorer... and that made everything much more weirder and hot at the same time..

In this moment in life he was even quite fit and toned, considering how he was before, and how he would have become soon. You can see his pumped pecs and big arms, and how he was more confident toward the guys to whom he asked to prepare crazy nights and parties. As usual, they handcuffed him and played with him as he requested, tickling him, sucking his nipples and letting him worship their toned bodies while he got increasingly hard... someone among them, usually, had to suck his dick, but a special reward was given in exchange, so everyone did at least once, if not more, when they needed quick money from their living credit card...

Food was always present and involved between Parker and the guys, who loved to see him struggle eating with the limited motions induced by wearing the handcuffs and helped him finish everything they ordered, pushing bites into his mouth and moving him like a doll from one corner of the bedroom to another... Lavish dinners in luxurious bedrooms ended up in a mess where Parker porked out and looked like an animal in a farm, but wearing overpriced silk pijamas and golden chains.

They were, in fact, fattening him, and his body was passing through all the growing stages that led directly from thickness to being just overweight and almost obese... Parker felt it but denied it even though he was softer and jiggly. His pecs started to shift in very large moobs, to feel heavy and to create a sweat line on the area in which they started to rest on a new protruding belly. His thights, on the other hand felt bigger and muscular, and his once round ass, started to become larger. By looking at him at a distance, it looked like nothing ever changed... thick and muscular, but at a closer look.... gosh... clothes were thight and belly was wide and constantly bloated. He, on the other hand, felt lazier and swollen, so he pretended to be moved around and carried by his waiters to do anything at home, even eating...

Soon the guys started to feed him on purpose. In fact food coma made him more dumb and even generous and they spoiled him without the need of fucking this stinky fatass. Moreover, they treated him bad and, surprisingl, he loved it and required to become like their trash-bin slave, eating just junk food and developing bad habits.

Here you can see a rare pic of Parker after the weekly shower... look at that fuckin big belly. He knew he was out of contrl but loved to obey to his waiter's rule, which was to finish everything and then sleep. He didn't know the purpose of the daily pics they took of him. This one was the last one they took while seating on his bed. Alle the others documented his progression and also were meant to be used whenever he tried to fight against them. They proved he was totally consenting this switch in roles…

Soon this would have become his waiters' bedroom and he would have been moved somewhere else, in the place were he really belonged: the domestic pork corner. Inside one of the most peripheric room of his mansion, looking towards the cityscape, the guys recreated a domestic pig kennel made of a pink soft pillow and of a hot food-filled room where he had to stay all day long, chained and fattened. The cash you see around were his very same money, that they gave him and with which he had to pay them in order to respond to his requests. Now things changed and they went there to control and feed him multiple times a day and take care of him, but all the extras were charged and he had also to act like a pig and follow their commands. Parker was the pig of the mansion now and everyone loved him, especially since eating was his main occupation and his way to interact with them. In fact, since he was left in his room waiting for them to come, eating became a way to call their attention that costed him twice the price: first because he had to pay for extra food, second because he grew fatter and fatter...

They didn't miss any opportunity to tell him how big he was and humiliate him with slaps and teasings, and Porker - that's how they called him now - became more and more obedient and submissive, at the point that the thought of changing his current condtion scared him so much that ordering another pizza seemed the right thing to do ... an so it goes...

That dumb jock only responded to three words: sport, sex and money. He was already rich and like any other straight man, he just needed to feel that his basic needs were fully satisfied...

the marriage was the perfect trap to ruin that guy who didn't know yet the pig he was going to become... my plan was so simple that it seems like a joke but guys... no jokes here, just extra calories for the hungry powerful guy who believes everything's at his disposal...

to trap him was easy because he was attracted by the actress I hired, telling her that he would have paid her indirectly with presents and gifts all the time and so it was. He was just looking to have a sexy trophy close to him and never had any issues in that, so whenever someone looked after him he was somehow sure that she was able to get along with him and his lifestyle. He would have never asked a girl out since refusal was not on his list, so if a sexy bomb showed him love and affection, she was clearly the one...

sex was good, but no matter what, the important thing was that everyone could see the beautiful woman he was dating and, why not, even marrying. That was not so important after all to me, but here was the plan: she would have lived with him for some time and then progressively leave him alone in the company of his new fit waiters that she wanted. They would have transformed his lifestyle with addictive and too comfortable habits that he would have not wanted to lose, like for example extreme cleaniness, scheduled activities, massages, shopping, manly friendship to watch sport together, lunches and dinners served at his convenience and also some extras...

By living her life outside her fake marriage, she just would have gone there once a week to meet him and, overtime, become more and more distant and above all, not having sex with him. This was an issue he constantly brought up but since all the guys constantly around noticed that... he was embarassed to admit that and preferred to tell everyone the opposite and make them believe he was constantly having sex that to face the truth with her. Even when telling her that she said she was tired and just left him horny after cuddling a bit...

This situation was not so bearable and he was increasingly frustrated by that. Moreover, being a stay-at-home husband, unenployed and surrounded by his (fake) wife belongings influenced him so bad. From one hand, in fact, he couldn't understand how he accepted to become his puppy, depending from her who started ti manae his money and properties; on the other hand he felt really powerful towards all the people that looked at him from the outside and this was so addicive that somehow he ended up accepting all of that. The only times his wife showed some interest were when she foun him eating and so he ordered to always have some food around so that whenever she came he was ready to play with her...

His sex drive was so out of control that he started ordering extra food and accepted the increasing requests of his waiters to feed him and serve him extra luches... at first he was worried and founf that weird, but soon he felt a different bond with his male companions living with him and for him and he started to eat with them talking dirty about his wife and joking about women...

no such time passed til he started eating for them, as they planned a new strict snacking routine that kept him fully occupied...

But dont't be worried about him. He still was the asshole he always was so in no time he started to use the waiters for what he wanted... at least that's what he believed.... he started, infact, to accept their hands on him even thou he believed it was him to induce them to to so... Feeding was not anymore just food and time together, but something more and in that dynamic the satisfaction that came was even bigger than that one from the sex with his wife because for the first time after a long period he felt like he was in charge again and above all, desired... they became very present and contantly bringing him food and treats that made him worry a little bit abut his toned muscle body.

That has always been a strenght of him but lately, to feel the fullness and to overeat somehow compensated the lacking in his life. He also felt some attraction toward the possibility of losing control and become the fatass husband of a sexy woman... What the others would have said about that? He imagined two perspectives...

one: he's so handsome and manly, a real sex bomb, that even though he's overweight he still commands...

the other option: to shame his wife forcing her to go around with an embarassing lardass and even so, letting everyone believe he was the one in charge...

Both ways he didnt' really care and enjoyed the bromance he had with his waiters... those sexy hunks... He looked at them like people used to look at him... even being straight he felt something connected to their bodyshape, like he was craving to be like them but caged and locked in a loop that didn't allow him to be so..

In the denial phase he started to wear oversize clothes but this didnt last long... His wife ordered him to stay naked and to wear just silk underwear... the only problem was that he was now on a non stop weight gain journey and even his wife seemed to like it... at least she acted that way and he even asked her to set a weight goal...

that dumb ex jock... status was everything... money... sport?? maybe on tv screen... domination turned humiliation... abs turned fatrolls... love handles spreading fast... no sex and cock covered now by centimetres of fat and by a heavy overhang... he couldn't dare anymore to be mean with everyone, neither to think that he could control anymore what other thought of him... the only visible thing was the consequence of the extra food he ate...

like any other men he ended up being controlled by his wife and this was the hought that saved him... which means thinking he was like anyother... to bad all of this was fake and he soon found himself divorced, without any waiter, in a dark little apartment with a fake golden crown...and a submissive mood that led him look for people, anyone at this point, that could feed him and treat im like a pig... and do you know who were his first clients? his waiters that now he had to respect as the bosses, who fed him with shitty junk food and asked him to pay everything for them... nothing changed... except the reason of their service... and his growing waistline and jiggly double chin.

Do you recognize him??? some suggestion... superhero, a tight costume... spiderman... the good old days of a young sex symbol and superstar who is currently living one of the hardest time of his, now paused, carrer. After his divorce, in fact, his full time job shifted from being the most requested hollywood star, to a full time fatass eating his bank account...

After his incredible succes the superhero Tom found himself surrounded by new friends and loved to organise parties in his big villa on the California coastside. In his new life in Los Angeles he got obsessed by he churros and glazed donuts he ate everytime he was without money on his bank account and now that he was rich he wanted them at every party to remember those days.

His friends brought him churros of any size and he couldn't stop eating them and playing with their long shape that soon became a meme... his love for looong and thick churros was something everyone joked about and he himself played with that. His male friends started filling the churros with cream and anything that could make them more playful and addictive and he loved being the prince of the house, worshipped and celebrated during the parties.

His body was still incredibly fit and toned and he knew that everyone wanted a piece of him and to play with those sexy nipples. He loved it as well, but his wife was the only one unhappy with that because she got annoyed by all those guys and girls at home constantly partying. Tom clearly lost his mind because of fame and soon his marriage ended and he was left uncontrolled in his mansion, and with a big debt to payoff his wife requests.

He seemed not to care at all, after all, churros and friends were still present and he loved that attention and celebration... he was like mind controlled by his rich friends that looked to him like the people he always wanted around: funny, present, hot and rich, looking for him and after him generously.... they were like always at his place and never need to work or something so he started to consider them like real friends, especially in the darkest moments when his wife left and only them remained there.

The only thing was that recently work calls looked less frequent and he felt like in a golden prison, never leaving the house and surrounded always by guys with music and food. He was still the hottest among them, sculpted and lean abs, feeling their eyes on him. He also started to be tired of churros and all this stuff but still he didnt know how to get rid of them and change.. in fact he felt like something was changing and that this lifestyle was not really sustainable to remain among the sexiest actors in hollywood.

Too bad that he, like any other man, was totally unable to choose and impose himself when the alternative offered consisted of a lavish and luxurious life. Churros became an everpresent treat and their flavour slightly changed as his chef customised the recipe adding a flavouring and addictive aroma that had also some chemical slowing his metabolism. He was not aware of that of course, but noticed that he barely couldn't think to anything all day long, and when churros appeared he couldnt say no as his mouth started watering.

It became a full time job and he was constatly bloated from all that fried food but the little chonkyness didnt worry him at all as he felt stronger and with more energy.. he loved the feeling of fullness and believed that everything was under control. He worked out regularly and his coach planned for him a new workout formula, which consisted of 20 minutes of cardio per day and heavy weights for intense short sessions of 15 minutes... a good compromise for the lazy Tom, that paired with the calorie and fat new churro diet made of salty and sweet alternatives... enriched with mass gaining additives... Additionally, he was addicted to his friends feeding him and developed an attraction to the act of being fed and pushed to over eat from their hands long big churros...

after just 5 months you could see the softened tom craving for more and leaving workouts apart. He got rid of his personal trainer as money started to lack and because his friends accused him of irregular pricing policies. Tom was really worried and decided to trust his friends who massaged him and took care of his workouts... after all, the planning his coach prepared were still manageable even without him and with small changes... But still something left him thinking: have you ever seen friends so present and determined to feed you churros? In the rare moments in which his brain realized that he was not able to see the any logic in that, because there was not. But his sugarcoated braincells just explained that with the satisfactory addiction that he developed from that very same action. He really believed he was the special reason why, and that their bond was worth the sacrifice of getting 'just a little bit fatter'!

churro after churro his body changed looking like a churro himself but he liked that manly feeling. He wanted to say no but his friends said they would have left if he stopped eating churros like they wanted. He became a dumb fat guy and now totally controlled by his feeders who didnt let him move and choose what to eat.

Look at him checking his fat gains and trying to stop while being unable to do so and worried because his knew he was losing control and his carrer as well. All his friends were now fit and toned as he was just one year ago!! and his wife now married another sexy men while he was fired by his company and now working for a b movie agency... these thought palyed with his minds leaving him unable to stop eating and to pr4tend his friends were there to feed him... the sexy tom that was now only in his head and in the past....

the only thing that kept his fame alive was his ability to suck, ehm, to eat long churros and then slap his wide belly and his large waistline that was fighting against his tight clothes that had their fabric stressed and incapable of keeping his fatass hidden like they used to do before... his friend joked about it and called him tom the churrosucker and teased him about it... tom was hard everytime and they were too... asking for him to have multiple churros in one serving... that's how the fat and unattractive tom paid off his mansion nowadays...

What started as a joke is becoming a hot nightmare for Dean, the hot stud making everyone crazy...

After years of showing off and of constant attention from everyone Dean relied so much on his body that it was a natural occurrence to think to use it for good! A modeling carreer was his main ambition but you know... the road to hell is paved with good (very good indeed) intentions.

It was so easy for him to have anything with no effort that when he faced his first hard time of his life - meaning to follow a strict work routine and bear the weight of frequent refusals by casting modeling agencies - he was really frustrated. Something was going on there, how a handsome guy with that muscular build was refused???

for sure beauty standards were slightly changing but it was a mistery in what direction. After he was finally casted by a modelling agency, months passed before a proper involvement. His manager seemed not so interested about him at all, except when he was in need of big tall handsome guys close to him to represent the studio and send these adonis around investors and photographers at private parties. Everyone kept saying it was their way of letting u know your place, which means to respect hierarchy and to follow the rules til your moment came and prove u earned it.

His smirk eye was the main feature that led Dean to gain the simpathy of his manager who started to call him daily to do personal assistant tasks. Dean was ok with that as long as he was busy and complimented, and he even dscovered a side of himself, a talent I would say, which consisted in his incredible ability to understand the attitudes and the insterests of the people in front of him. Whether they were interested in beauty or just money and status, he was able to change accordingly and please everyone passing time with him.

He lived for that feeling. Being worshipped and hired because of his look and charme was a huge turn in for him and made him give himself 100% to whatever he was going, being it a photoshoot or, for instance, to accompany his manager at private meetings and dinners.

Not much time passed before between the two something happened.. he was constantly told how handsome he was and sexual jokes were a daily thing at the point that he was the one to start and to think at them, believing they put him in a good spot. The first campaign he joined was about a food store, where he had to be photographed on a whipped cream table.

Just his body was going to be photographed but the campaign became a hit and became his signature photoshoot on his portfolio. The photoshoot day was one to remember as he was oiled and dancing on a whipped cream table in front of at least 20 people, almost naked and eating an playing with bananas and other stuffs. Everyone took pics of him and his manager too, sending to Deon from time to time to keep him updated about his new role in the company... the whipped cream sexy hunk...

Since then Dean was called mostly for food advertisement and this started to become a really strict tag on him... which was compensated by the constant pampering treatment his manager had toward him. Routine was not anymore so strict... he could lay in his bet at home til late in the morning, and just go to the gym and attend the parties where he was the msin attraction or the trophy boy. When in office, then, he could enjoy a private room connected to the one of his manager with unlimited food supplies and a game room.

here he enjoyed private meeting with his manager, massages sessions and, still, some hot encounter that revealed another side of the sexy Dan... the people with whom he passed some good time as guest or companion wanted to meet him from time to time, and paid him generously. Only thing he had to to was to act as the sexy hunk of his advertisemnts, on a whipped cream bed, eating tons of food and being completely available to them... 10K $ for that? deal...

During the private parties where he was a guest he had to act like a puppy eating and pleasing everyone... look at him devouring a burger on the floor while he was tinking at his bank account growing. He was really mean with the chonky business men present there. Of course he was sexuer than them and showing off his hot body while eating their same food was something that turned him on. the were weaing shirts that hid the fat on htheir belly while he was there, enjoying burgers and cakes. After all, he was going to the gym in his spare time and easily and quickly recoverd from these paid stuffing sessions..

they were becoming more and more frequent thoug... leaving him tired and lazier than ever before. He was a little bit concerned but hungrier and addicted to that, especially when rich men and woen came closer to him and fed him while talking about his beauty...

things changed on the day of his birthday, which by chance was on the same of one of the richest client of the company for whom he worked several time as companion and assistant. To his surprise, during the party he was not anymore the only one male model there to please, but the one on the spot, while his formes colleagues massaged him and brought him a strange pig shaped cake. He was informed that he had to appear to the party in a gift box and dance for the rich man, but suddendly he was another kind of present for him, as he hired him as a personal companion. His, now former colleagues, had a particular smirk on the face, as they "served him" to his new boss, and he had not to act surprised in order to not ruin everything.

Why a piggy cake? Why did he had to pur pink blush on his cheeks? the cake was really buttery and he couldn't be more temptes by that. Lately, in fact, he was dieting in order to limit the recent gains he noted. He was softer and all these parties had a little impact on him. All thee sacrifices for that moment then.. the cake he was waiting for was all for him, but this time it was an order...

Dean eat it!! it's all for you!! - his new bss john said, eat it for me please, it's your favourite! and Dan ate it obediently while twerking with his ass in front of his former collegues who slapped it and encouraged him.

He didn.t realize but this was his task at all the following parties...

John the whipped cream ad boy was brought everywhere, and everyone enjoyed looking at the sexy hunk pigging out, everyone was wondering how dd he manage to keep that body at the same time... No one saw it was slowly fading....

he had an argument with John about that in fact, as he was kept as a waiter with no control on food and his own money, frozen and locked on an investment that guaranteed him the double of the money,, after 5 years with john.

Everything was in the contract that he signed on his birthday, when he unawarely accepted to quit the fashin agency and become John's property, wth the lowest income contract and the all the others limitations he was experiencing. To have the double of his avings after 5 years, thou, was a good deal, a he was still young and able to move after...........

sure... we will see after all these parties where john passed from being the famous male model of the advertisement to the unknown sex toy of a rich man, using him as a personal piglet to overstuff and see grow in front of his famous sexy male models working in the fashin industry...

Those who have been fat once, always will see themselves fat.

Thats true, but that's also true the opposite... anyone who has been fit their entire life will hardly acknowledge their gains.

...ist'it?

Look at the poor Luke, fit and toned his whole life, he used to workout and have people queueing for him... He and his friend Mark were the college stars and made everyone dream about them.

He was a real dom, mean and masc, spreading a high sex drive everywhere he went and feeling like a bi muscle god. Women were surely hot but men... what a feeling domming those horny sluts... it started when solo travelling with his friend Marc. First time in Brazil, where he unvoluntarily tasted some viados, then at some club from time to time when he went back home... Men in drag and/or with a feminine look were a huge turn on for him and he was as well for them.

The easy access to gratification led him to relax his once solid routine and skip his classes with his bestfriend Mark. He felt he wanted to hit on him but their friendship was too strong to risk it all, while anyother fagg0ts would have fucked him anyway. Both women and men pleased him like never before and, what started as casual encounters ended up in regular meetings with guys with whom he went out to have some drinks and snacks and whatever came after. That left no time to take care of himself like before... but what a dream.. lot of sex and free meals included!!

He slowly started to be addicted to that and bonding with some of them led him discover what kind of manly look they appreaciated the most when men were the topic of discussion... nothing could compare with a thick big man who was dominant and strong... and that was a taste gays and women shared... He never thougt about that and the perspective switch on himself and other men started to affect him even thou he loved being fit and lean.

While slapping some nice ass he felt like he perfectly fit in that description and expectations anyway, but soon he noticed that he was heavier and contantly comparing himself to the big men those guys looked at, and to the fit guys at the gym. Soon, the only way he could find satisfaction was when meeting the guys he met recently, eating with them and having fun. Until now, in fact, everything was kept secret and he managed to live a double life, one with a sexy fake girlfriend who lived far, and the other one where he slowly became these fagg0t's slut.

Hiding that became hard because of his recent weight gain. He was sooo turned on by the attention of the gays that he didn't care about how frequently they stopped him from maintaining his habits, call him to meet them, and eat tons of food in exchange... he would skip everything everytime they called him or he wanted to meet them. When visiting them snacks and shakes were always around for him since they 'spoiled' him from fuckkking hard all the time. and he ate, he ate everything and enjoyed the after sex takeouts kindly offered by them...

Even his social media started to show him big guys contents and gay related pages, and that irritated him in some way but at the same time he was attracted to it. Once, while scrolling on his smartphone he endend up looking at a the iconic Wendy Williams video:

"DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT"

It took three days to get the point of that sketch, and he even asked to his sex-friends what the joke meant. As he was a dumb straight guy he didnt even notice how roles reversed since a long time - menaning that he was slowly losing the aura of the straight acting guy and was becoming the horny man depending on the gay sex the had together - and when he asked them what Wendy Williams meant they couldn't loose the opportunity to tease him like never before: - "Honey, how could we explain that to you..." - while massaging his back and strong shoulders - "I have an idea... look at yourself in the mirror, what do you see?"

Luke thought it was the start of a sex game and answered: "mmm, I see a sexy hunk waiting to be pleased, horny and insatiable...

- "Insatiable? right, for sure you are... Look carefully, do you see the same Luke of six months ago?"

He was wondering where all that conversation was going. He felt like something was going in another direction... he noticed some gains but to be teased about... no one would have never done that to him in the past, he was the big man there... Also, he felt like this was what they appreciated the most, and still, he was big but strong and his muscle were bigger and visible. He didn't know how to manage that, if going with the flow and play their game or if he was getting played by some mean guy, but he was sure about him being their object of desire, so he answered:

- "I see a strong wild sex machine to whom you are addicted and a big mass of muscles... come taste it little slut, and make me happy, I'm craving you..."

- "mmm Luke Luke, look better, take the camera to record yourself and look at your old selfies... you're craving yes.... and you're big yes... maybe bigger... larger... but it's not only about us here!"

- "Larger??" - Luke asked. In the meantime the heating system was turned on and Luke started sweating like never before - "You mean that I'm stronger of course... don't you? Is that what you liked right?" Luke was starting to realize and was in disbelief... how come some lean feminine guy could end up being so mean with him?

He took some pic and started to look at them, in his head he saw the same hot guy of the past: crown was there, shirtless pic still looked good, he wasn't that big after all, right? He zoomed the picture, yeah pecs were more relaxed for sure, but the central abs line was still there... if only that heating system could have been turned off. He was really suffering the heat lately and under his pecs a line of sweat always appeared through his tshirts... looking back this was not something he was used to it, but now he was noticing that for the first time...

Suddendly he realized how big he became... also, none of the guys he met was fucking him lately, he started to suck their dick and eat tons of food at their place.. that had to change and immediatly called his fags with the rudest way possible, as they liked...

- "Hey little slut... come here now... gimme that ass, i'm really hungr-Horny sorry, let me eat that like you like it..." - but his tone was not like before, where the big dom man ended up? now he was almost like a frustrated horny insecure chubby teen imploring for cock.. but he thought that was only in his head and continued that tragic-almost riddicolous scene: "i'm gonna ride you and make you scream, wanna hear that girlie sounds you used to make, lets make daddy happy"

- "Oh yes my love, but are you sure can u make it? you are sweating and heavy breathing... have some fresh iced soda first... and then maybe we'll fuck u instead... those love handles deserve to be used and you deserve that... you look so tired..."

- "But I'm not... what fucking love handles are you talking about?? ... I make the rules here - the tank top ripped up on his torso

- "What rules?? you're at our place my dear... and you're in denial, cant see the tubby you are npw? and how you are not aware that we fed you good til the point that you can only beg for more? only a miracle could happen to have our consideration!! and now... Kebab's here for you, have it and maybe later you can have fun..."

Luke was shoked, he still hardly recognized his weight gains and thought of him as the attractive guy he used to be... in that moment he received a message from his girlfriend, actually the former one, who texted him the following message...

Luke, I'm at home now... who's that xl size pants in our bedroom?? I came back from Dubai because i felt something was wrong here... now I see why you skipped videocalling me... I'm disappointed and after all this time apart that's just a confirmation... I wanted to tell you in person but since you are avoiding me, here's the truth, I've been talking with Mark recently.. I know you were best friends, but we met in Dubai when he came for a fitness convention and now I'm staying at his place..."

Luke was in disbelief... what the fucking fuck was happening?? The kebabs he was determined to refuse were the only thing he could use at the moment not to think about all of that and hide his worries to the guys that turned out to be their boss and the only ones considering him...

He took a pic and started to send to is former girlfriends and other girls on dating apps... no anwer, just blocks or messages saying they weren't looking for a domestic pig but a sexy guy... the worst and the best thing was that some of these girls, who in the past would have paid to go with him, didn't even recognize him and answered saying "sorry... you don't fit the Luke standard". Back in the day - 6 months ago - that was a saying in college corridors... now he was unrecogniable and frustrated, we can guess what new standard he was going to represent now... and he had also some people spreading that around... his gay newfound owners and his ex bestfriend Marc....

The kebab ended and now he was ready to make his friends happy... they still called big man, now for a good reason, even though he took six months to understand and see what they meant...

Tim was the most handsome and beautiful promising university athlete and thanks to him his football team - the Tooastraps - won the season and the league for 2 years in a row.

The team had a tradition, they used to celebrate wildly and destroy their hotel rooms at every victory. Tim - being him the captain - lead all of that but at the same time he was not really into it at the beginning. He used to be more calm and lazy but he was gifted and really talented in sports. Both his attitude and his victories made him the perfect captain and the coach favourite... so he followed the opportunities that came.

He was also a curious dl guy and he secretly enjoyed the locker room games that no one could never tell outside and that spread homo affinities from every angle.

That was the only thing that made him accept the extra masculine way of celebrating their victories, where alcohol and food fuelled the rooms and the team, especially Tim, the heroic tired captain... Despite his character, then, he developed a slightly imposing and convincing way of normalising some weird behavoiur among his teammates, so that he could enjoy more and more their attention and strong touch on his body...

One thing that he was able to impose was that their colleagues had to bark at every point he did and at every signal he sent, and everyone had to eat fried chicken from dog bowls after every match... imagine a dozen of sweat and dirty hunks in a hotel room barking and celebrating their hard rock captain... this excited him way more than a sexy girl and people barking at him while all of them were eating like dogs was a dream come true that he never thought he had... also, his teamates were so into it that he felt really like the boss...

who was willing to make him happy?

Everyone was and no one seemed to have doubts... sometimes some women were invited but Tim was jealous that the attention shifted from him to them... and he couldnt even pretend they considered just him since they came to celebrate with everyone and freely chose to stay with other guys...

soon their celebration became for men only, but sometimes he just wanted to relax and the old Tim came back. All he wanted was to stay in his bed, watching tv series and eating fast food, but then the cravings hit and he always ordered some food and takeout and called some mate to bring him everything...

He was so dumb, a single word or touch from his mates was enough to let them stay with him and leave them doing whatever. He was, indeed, wery influential on his coach - or he seemd to be at least - and his mates tried to conquer his attention in order to have better treatments at school or in sports...

also, Tim became more and more self centred and so focused on himself that anything pleasing him or pumping his self esteem was enough to easy convince him to obtain whatever they wanted. He just asked them to please him in so many ways that soon they started to accomplish every request... As time passed his mates started to have everyting they asked him... like role reversed. He became powerful because he basically worked for them to obtain wathever they asked, while he pretended just som esex and feeding in exchange...

what a deal... he didn't notice though that his performances were slowing and that his toned muscular body was disappearing and softening...

That was the topic of the recurring argument he had with his coach, who stopped listening to his requests and started treating him like shit. He attacked Tim saying that he had to stay focus and that his team was tired of being used as tools at his disposal... but Tim felt invincible and took everything for granted, in addition, he started to like being trated bad by his boss.. after all, who was working out non stop since two years without any proper reward if not the exclusion from the college fee? his coach wanted to control all his contracts and sponsoring activities since he was worried to lose him... but on the other hand he enjoyed to idea of stressing a sexy guy to the point of no return...

Tim, in exchange, had only his body and performance to fight against him and try to provoke him, and started to do so thinking he could win the battle

Tim was intentionally playing his game then. He secretly invited his teammates to go to his place and feed him extra food. And - shocking news - they went there, without making him doubt anything, because their coach said so... Soon everyone in his teams and not only fed Tim at least once and everyone complimented on his gains, while serving him with appetite stimulants added secretly to his extra meals...

Tim felt the body changing and his hunger to be increasingly uncontrollable.. he was scared of that but didn't really notice his body change until it was too late to stop. Heavier body meant lower performaces on the field... but at the same time more strenght and mass to fight the other... if only he had the chance... he was most of the time tired and out of breath, feeling heavier but with a higher sex drive that led him to enjoy every - now unsolicited - request of feeding session and sex. His coach left him aside and didnt make him play like before, but demanded him to be present at every game, so that he could feel the pressure and see his fit mates win and celebrate while he ws standing there like the fat ass he was becoming... He felt like he was losing the battle with his coach, because he was not that powerful anymore, but why his mates treated him like the boss anyway? ths created a mindblowing condition because he was frustrated and excited at the same time by the current condition...

He soon left the field for his bedroom where guys first went to secretly worhip his muscle, and now to check his gains and fuck his cock covered by a thick layer of lard...

As he was not allowed anymore to go in the team locker room, at every game he followed the team and waited after the match in his bedroom. Here, all the football team - his the former teammates - went to celebrate and use him as their sex soft pork fat tub of lard to spoil and feed, while telling him how good he was and how their coach was mean to him... that made him even harder and hungrier... the only difference was that now he couldn't pretend anything but he was the one paying them to fuck him and him that was buying his own food... could you think about a worse happy ending for a fat pig?

The night of the party, Mike, who was still strong and buff, showed off his muscular body and pole danced for his colleagues thanks to some extra alcohol added to his drinks and everyone enjoyed the view and had fun with him, documenting with pics and videos some of the hottest moments of that night. He can’t really tell but he effortlessly and spontaneously kissed and hugged everyone and acted as the fuck boy that lived inside him… he did that with everyone but was somehow disgusted by the chubby colleagues refuelling his drinks and plates and who he heard commenting about him something he didn’t quite understand about a plan for the following months… the only thing he heard was about their expectations regarding next year’s event and who would have been the next sexy hunk dancing… poor them, he thought, ‘I’m here to stay’ he said to himself while emptying the tenth appetiser’s plate they made for him.

The next weeks at the office were kinda weird and the glass box office became really hard to manage.. everyone kept smiling at him, colleagues were more touchy - even the people under him - while his bosses acted more seriously and even if they involved him in all the representative activities and meetings, they acted and treated him slightly differently.

It was either a bitchy joke about him or a sarcastic comment about his work, that made Mike wonder if they still counted on him as he believed before, or if they were exploiting him and keeping at a distance. For instance, they started bringing donuts and muffin and a selection of milky drinks every day during the meetings, that kindly offered to Mike since the early morning, and then they used to joke and comment about the fact that donuts were the reason why Mike was there. Mike decided to avoid eating them, and they started leaving the leftovers in his office. In the days Mike was not having the break with them he used to go to the bar, where they sold bigger and sweeter pancakes, so eventually he ended up eating twice than before, adding to that another breakfast, and then the leftovers…

He started to be a little bit concerned and frustrated because of that until the day he decided to face this issue… close to the end of the work day he knocked at his boss office to confront him about the recent changes in their behaviour towards him.

The boss was so kind and generous, he listened to him. At first he felt relieved, but soon he found himself seated on the sofa, listening to a strange speech. The boss said they were testing him.. they were worried about him being not so autonomous and able to manage the workload. Also, he distracted his clients, so his beauty was becoming an issue for them because they seemed to do that on purpose…

What the hell… not even being handsome is of any help these days? On the other hand, they loved him and were planning to promote him, so that he could have access to more benefit, like Gym - the boss emphasised that one while patting his chest and bicep - and free meals and plannings, and also extra benefits and treats to request during work travels and personal stylist to create custom suits and clothes for them… awesome!

The only condition they were discussing was where to put him to work and live. The boss was offering a place in his mansion in case he could’ve become his secretary, the others a dependance in the office hq.

Mike couldn’t believe it… to become the first assistant of his boss and to end up living close to him or in the office? Seemed a trap somehow but it meant a significant amount of moneysavings, considering rent and benefits were included in that.

He accepted without thinking twice and didnt think about the consequences… what could happen in the end?

First thing first, he was now more publicly exposed than his colleagues and even bosses. He talked with everyone and was sent as a representative, a hot one, to demanding clients and customers. His total availability and generosity in answering to all their requests was given without any compromise or need to discuss… and it meant he had to be ready to please anything and anyone.

Second of all, the workload increased significantly. Meaning that his spare time was nonexistent with the exception of his boss concessions or time together at his house. He was very demanding but Mike felt like he owed to him everything and that he was slowly getting closer to a manager role. Their breakfasts together were a nice moments even though he started noticing some weight gain that exposed his larger love handles that embarrassed him.

Gym? A good memory since the beginning of this new era! Food? His newfound escape and also an induced one. At his house he had a personal chef and at work, a constant supply of brioches and cakes stood in front of his office and in his boss office.

To be more welcoming he started having breaks with every client before the meetings resulting, some day, in stuffing his face with 5-6 slices of cakes and croissants and sodas, juices, coffees during the morning and before lunch meetings. Needless to say that his waistline was suffering by then and his clothes shrinking and exposing his rounder and softer muscles.

His bosses noticed that and started joking about that, planning and Halloween costume for him: the slave of the office, and chained him to the boss desk… he was so turned on by that that he accepted but because he thought that it was a private thing among the bosse’s restricted party. Instead he was in front of his entire office and had to eat everything the gave him, like a dog… more than like a slave, of whom he played the role of the hungry and gentle one.

This game became so hot for them that his bosses raised his pay if he did that at least once a week. He refused at first but then he thought about the sacrifices he did and that he liked it in the end… better than working, also because he found himself to be not so good as his colleagues, and that could have saved him.

Pleasing his bosses and eating like a dog became a weekly game they played during special occasions and events. He was their muscled big slave, and so committed to that that he even did more than expected.

And he ended up bringing his work at home, meaning that his boss asked him to continue this game at home…

Mike’s stuffing sessions became a regular thing and he was the best puppy his boss had, and gaining weight became a natural consequence that sooner or later would have hit him hard. Feedings became very tiring, his boss was demanding and mean, he whispered to his pig ears words of encouragement and paid him with more cash to let him indulge. That billionaire-to-be pork was so hard and determined to become the boss that he followed the instructions no matter what…

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When Mike applied for a free position at one of the most prestigious companies of downtown he didn’t carefully checked the desiderata and why that place was vacant since forever. He was willing to become a manager and to maintain his luxurious lifestyle consisting of travels, gym and sexy hookups.

At the time of the first meeting they didn’t even look at his cv, they just commented that they needed to introduce "fresh meat" at the office. As weird as this comment sounds… in Mike’s understanding they meant a young mind to renew the approach to the work and have new ideas… he felt like the right one indeed and then he perfectly fit in that newly renewed offices full of services and fun games.

Their approach and goal for him was to put him to test every product they were managing, from sports car to anything else. Food was Mike's first department and he was asked to test the younger gen Z taste as a commercial insight about their main target, and be himself one of the main references.

He was jealous at first of his colleagues having to try cars and hotels and luxurious goods, but honey, that sample meaty burgers for free… they were beyond… and they helped him in making his office job more appealing since he had to cut gym and everything else because of the intense workload.

He soon became the pupil of he office and things started to became weird, except the monthly checks with significant raise thanks to his extras. He believed then that he was on the right path… was that so bad that he had to be filmed eating, or that he had to please his bosses with one-to-one abundant fancy dinners? The goal ways always the same, to see his reaction to new foodie proposals and discuss the presentation and the ad campaigns. He learned also to fake a little bit, show them appreciation and, from time to time, some hesitation. That would have meant more lunches and dinners close to his bosses and more opportunities to bond with them. Not that he needed that though… they were so caring and touchy with him that he started to feel more relaxed and confident… even if he noticed some little weight gain as of late.

He was even selected to represent the company at the annual gala… and soon his work was just that… the office pampered him, everyone was happy and he just had to eat and please everyone...

Just one thing was worrying him. He was getting chunky and fatter. But also hungrier and addicted to this food. He should have done something about that because losing his physique would’ve meant to lose his job then… at least that was his fear and the office gym was of no help, since it was not accessible to newcomers. He was always strong and had a big build, but he was never ‘fat’, since all his life was dedicated to sport. Lately, It was just about setting a new lifestyle with his work…

Some colleague was not so welcoming to him and he started to think about it and why… he was very polite and always smiling... also, his office was the glass box in the center of the open office, that no one wanted, so he didn't force anyone to move or something like that. In the end he made the work environment better… those who behaved bad were the fatty of the company and he could understand why.. how could u accept to share an office with such beautiful guy? Especially considering his carrer growth of recent times... They were jealous as fuck for sure, and frustrated because of his appeal towards the bosses..

That feeling induced him to behave weirdly towards them. As he understood that his bosses liked him when eating together, he decided to follow that and make everyone envious. To the planned lunches he added breaks with sugary rich treats that he brought for himself and his bosses. At first they appreciated it and had some of the brioches and buttery croissant he brought, but soon they let him have some more or even all of them. He was left with them in his glass office and You can only imagine what does it mean to have 5 to 10 croissant or donuts 4 days a week and 11 o'clock, after breakfast and before lunch... not to mention the afternoon breaks and the dinner together...

strangely, not everyone was envious but those colleagues who weren't kind with him started all of a sudden to be nice or at least collaborative. There was who asked him to go out, to have breaks togheter or they brought him sweet treats or some of that kind... and he accepted everything with a big smile and a growing appetite…

His solo work in the glass box started to grow and his bosses had to plan a cut in the company to save money. So he became a fundamental figure in tasting the food, because they started to experiment low quality and fatter solution instead of the prime products of the past months. They wanted to understand if that was noticeable and started serving him those high calories bombs. The pork office didn’t even notice, either to please them, or because he was so addicted at that point that even trash was good to him.

The day of the party came and he was not prepared to the celebration he was supposed to represent. When he discovered what he had to to in front of the colleagues he was really embarrassed but at the same time willing to show them appreciation and support. He was brought to his bosses wearing only underwear - a good thing since his tuxedo didn’t fit anyone as before - and as a dessert for them. It was then that he realised! He mirrored himself and traced back to the past months: they pampered him, and the whole office did, because of his charme and appearance and this was as a promotion to him…

That night was wild… he ended up being tied up and massaged, fed, and played at an only men party, where all his colleagues were touching and playing games with him. He was sooo into it that his smirky look took over and got along. He just had to hide how hot and horny he felt, but that was not an issue, since he received the proper attention to that…

Also, the food involved was so much that he started to feel like a special meal to them and he joked about that… they didn’t lose the opportunity to whisper in his ears that he was indeed… that’s why he had to be fed with cream and fatty junk foods… to upgrade to boss of the food department!

Of course that dumb pig didnt get the point: they were just fattening him and enjoying the view of a chubby-to-be frustrated ex jock with that added weight that would have made him a boss, yes, but a lazy obedient submissive boss, wearing thight humiliating shirts in front of the sexy interns hired to pressure him to perform and eat everything at every work lunch/meeting…