The Feeling Within

Pulling in, the car was packed with the aroma of the stops he had made. Justin had developed a taste for the Quesa-Right-Now party pack, and Angus was always a sucker for a bucket of Speedy Chicken’s thighs. Even if Angus had made them something to eat for dinner, Mica knew they would find some way to put the excess away, and he was planning on it. He had seen far more growth in Angus in the previous months because of their arrangement with Justin, which kept Mica in a constant state of arousal when at home. Justin had developed a bit more too, but Mica couldn’t help but find himself wishing there was more of both. That’s what the extra fast food was going to help with, he schemed. Angus had already made dinner, as expected, so when Mica came in, arms full of food, he feigned ignorance.

“Oh, my bad, hun. I thought I’d give you the night off of cooking,” he said, lying flatly. Angus didn’t mind, as he visibly inhaled the wafting aromas of the oil-drenched chicken and had nothing to say back. He was fitting poorly behind his apron, spilling out more over the sides than he had ever. Mica came towards the kitchen and sat the food piles on the counter before picking up a plate of pork chops, a mixing bowl of salad, and his jug of water from the fridge. “Guess I’ll have to help clean up in the end, huh?”

“Nonsense. You’ve done plenty,” Angus cooed as he grabbed at Mica’s chest and started squeezing his pecs. “Now’s the time for you to relax and chill for the remainder of the night.” Mica agreed, though he was slightly aware that Justin wasn’t around. “Where is he? Still in bed?”

“Actually, no. He won’t be joining us until later. There was a last minute call-out and he wanted the extra hours before tomorrow.” Mica nodded to himself, though he hadn’t expected Justin to be so eager. “So it’ll just be you and I for now. I’ve got his meal set aside, and I’m sure he’ll enjoy reheated tacos as well.” Angus began to loosen the strings on his apron, letting it flow freely in front of him. Lifting it over him, Mica saw the full scope once again over how well he had been eating. Angus saw how Mica reacted to the full frontal sight and laughed, though said nothing about it. He picked up his plate, and the bucket, and then widened his stance to sit down in the living room. He was spilling over the arm rest in one direction and well into the cushion beside him on the other.

Their dinner was relatively quiet, but it did devolve a few times into Mica ribbing Angus about how plump he was looking. Angus would rebuke it, saying it was just the lighting, but he still finished his first meal and had begun digging into the bucket of chicken with no protest. By the end of the meal, Mica still had some scraps on his plate, while Angus looked greasy and shiny from all the oil on his face and hands. This made Mica ravenous and he wanted to show more attention to his lover for the effort he had gone through. He returned to the kitchen and grabbed Justin’s milk jug.

“You don’t think he’d mind, do you?” There was still over half the container left, meaning a few more days if Justin was allowed to go at his own pace. Angus simply shrugged the answer off, licking a few of his fingers off. Mica rushed back and slapped his lover’s hands away from his face. Instead, he offered the jug and pushed Angus back onto the couch. “No, those’re mine.” Putting the jug on the coffee table beside them, he took Angus’s left hand and started sucking the grease off of it. Angus just grinned and laid back, licking his lips. Mica cleaned both hands off before spreading his legs, as best as he could, to sit on Angus’s leg with the milk in hand.

“Aren’t you supposed to be trying to make him fatter?” Angus wondered what Mica was planning. The muscular man simply smiled, saying nothing as he twisted the cap off of the jug and brought it to Angus’s lips. “Wait, really? You sure? What about making him fatter?”

“I don’t care who does it, but I don’t want to stop now. You’re just the one near me at the time, hun. Is that alright?” Mica looked into his lover’s eyes, putting on a pout to gain some sympathy. He rubbed Angus’s belly and started to grope at it in several places, playing with the softened flesh. He traced some of the fresh red stretch marks coming in and neared his face to Angus’s. “You don’t mind getting fatter for me, do you?” Angus’s eyes lulled a little as Mica whispered to him. “I’ll stop if you don’t want it, but you know you love the attention.”

Mica could feel some arousal poking at his leg. There was little there, but there was still enough to communicate silently to him that Angus was enjoying himself. He raised the jug slightly, starting to let the milk flow in. With his other hand, he traced a stretch mark across Angus’s lovehandle and took hold of the flesh under his palm. Rolling his fingers back and forth, he massaged the meat as Angus gulped down as much milk as he could. Mica breathed heavily, pressing more of his flesh against his bloated husband’s, and felt the waves of motion ripple through the soft fat with every chug. Angus tapped out, leaving a third of the milk left, but he had to burp and catch his breath.

“M-Mica,” Angus whimpered, breathing heavily. He tapped at his big man to rise off of his leg, finding it a bit uncomfortable having the big guy push down on his fattened legs. Mica rose off of what little lap Angus had left, instead coming at him from behind the couch to drape himself over his big bellied man. “Keep this up and Justin will never have a chance to catch up.”

“Good. I can have two fat men around, taking up more space. Just means I have more to love,” Mica grabbed both of Angus’s moobs and sloshed them around. “He has plenty of time to catch up anyway. We’ll get him up there. But if I keep moving the goal marker, that means there’s more he has to put on!” He laughed wickedly before burying his face into Angus’s neck fat. “Now consume! Gotta finish it before he gets back, so we can go get another.” He didn’t hesitate to raise the jug back up to Angus’s lips. He didn’t elevate it as fast to allow Angus the chance to regulate his drinking.

Mica shook the jug, emptying the last loose drops out of it and into his husband. He proudly patted Angus’s stomach and went to clean up after themselves. He didn’t hear the large man heave himself up off the couch and sneak up behind him, pushing his belly into Mica’s shorts. The few inches of height between them was easily made up by the added inches in Angus’s stomach.

“I’ll get fatter for you, if you want me to,” he said as he shoved his stomach further into Mica’s butt. “I know you want this, and I want this too.” He spun Mica around and latched his hands onto his moobs. He pulled Mica’s face in for a passionate kiss, his hands groping any and all muscles he could reach. Mica, similarly, lost himself in Angus’s folds and markings. The two navigated steadily from the kitchen to the bedroom, where Mica softly lowered his lover onto the messy bedding.

“You’ll do that for me? You’ll get so fat that I have to take care of you?” He kissed Angus’s neck and clavicle between words.

“Yes…” Angus responded wistfully, spreading himself out across the bed as he moved up to have more room. Mica was slowly making his way on the bed above him as he continued to lose himself in Angus’s fat. “I want to be taken care of…”

“Like a fat king? Worshipped for his body, needing more to show the world how much he deserves to lay about and have things done for him?” Angus only moaned back as Mica neared his stomach, the vast expanse of flesh that took up most of his middle. “You’ll always have to be the biggest in the room, so everyone knows how important you are to me.”

“The biggest…”

“And always be eating, whatever it is your stomach craves or we give you. I could even get Justin to worship you.” Mica moved onto Angus’s underbelly and groin, massaging the fat even harder. He sunk his fingers deep into the muscle, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. “Won’t be allowed to work on anything but eating. Couldn’t, as you’d be too big to do most things. Just have to sit back, sleep, eat, and repeat the process. Just keep growing…”

“G-Growing,” Angus whimpered. Mica found the best response as he massaged Angus’s fat pad. “And growing.” He couldn’t help himself as he let loose a snort in his heavy breathing, which riled Mica up even more. This, in turn, made Mica bury his face into the fold of flesh between his underbelly and groin and start motorboating it with his slight facial stubble and tongue. This was enough to make Angus cum, but Mica had already clasped his lips around him to stop any leaking.

Mica raised his face, licking his lips in confidence, and laid his head comfortably on top of Angus’s heaving belly. He grinned towards Angus, though the large mound of flesh prevented either from seeing the other directly. He watched the rising and lowering of Angus’s stomach as he stroked himself some, relishing in the words he got out of him in the heat of passion. Once Angus caught his breath some more, they proceeded to flip him over. Mica stood up, feeling himself being lost to his lust as Angus spread himself out. He rushed to cover and lube himself, feeling an intense urge swelling up within him.

“You won’t stop growing for me,” he affirmed. “I’m just going to keep growing you until you’re twice your size from now. The more of you, the better. The bigger, the better. And you’ll be the biggest!” He continued building the goal up, imagining how much larger he could get Angus. From moobs bigger than Mica’s arms, or even needing to take the whole sofa up on his own; the thoughts were driving Mica wild. He let out the loudest grunt deep within, his hands planted deeply into Angus’s fleshy thighs.

They fell together in a clump on the bed. Sweat fell off their peaks, staining the sheets beneath. Mica fussed about trying to get one out from under him while Angus rolled onto his back to breathe better. He still felt bloated from everything he had, but there was an additional sense of weight behind how he felt. He mused silently over it while stroking his hand across Mica’s chest. He had been letting some of the hair grow out, taking the summer off and bulking a little. It still felt firm, but the hair was still soft.

“Craving anything?” Mica asked, changing the subject. Angus was still taking in deep breaths to relax, so he shrugged back. “Good, I’ll grab you something on the way back.” Mica hopped up off the bed, still sweaty and hung. He bent down to pick up his shorts and slide them quickly on. He just randomly grabbed a shirt from the pile on the floor and went to throw it on before he saw how baggy it was. He shrugged and took in a big sniff of it, identifying it as Angus’s, and put it on. He then rushed out of the house to get back before Justin did.

The following day, all three of them had off. Mica woke them up at noon simply saying that he had a plan for them. Neither Justin or Angus had a reason to argue; for Justin, he was still tired, having stayed up playing some games; for Angus, it meant he didn’t have to cook, and he was still bloated from the night before. So, following Mica’s clothing suggestions, the three of them climbed into Angus’s SUV and started the trip, with Mica driving. He shared with them quite early that they were going to the beach, but he refused to let them pack their own swimsuits.

While the trip would’ve normally taken an hour, Mica made sure to stop at a few fast food places along the way for a snack here and there. If he didn’t hear the rustling of a wrapper, he knew they needed to be topped back off. While Justin sat beside him in the passenger seat, Angus was spread out in the middle seat with his body easily taking up most of it on its own. Mica had done a lot of planning for what he wanted for the day, and had been scrimping away some extra money just to treat them both properly. By the time they got to the beach, he was sure they were at least sufficiently stuffed to just go along with whatever he suggested.

The beach was surprisingly vacant of beachgoers by the time they got there. Mica felt it was pure luck, hopping out first from the car to help his bloated men out of their seats. Once they were out, he fished around in the back seat to pull out the big bags he had stuffed. The first, he handed to Justin, who proceeded to pull out their swim shorts from last year. Both Justin and Angus shared a guilty thought, knowing they might not fit as comfortably now as they did then. But Mica insisted, so they slowly walked towards the changing rooms. Mica watched as Angus had been developing a wider waddle from all the excess Justin had been pushing off into him, and sighed lustfully once more.

Justin came back in just his shorts and flip flops, his belly considerably more solid than it had been before. Mica leaned forward to pat it proudly, sneaking a slight grab before pulling away. He had to make sure Justin wasn’t uncomfortably stuffed for the next part of his plan. Together, the two of them watched as Angus came back slower, his shorts painted over his rear and bulging under his thighs. He was a bit red in the face, which Mica teased him about needing sunscreen sooner.

They found a comfortable spot near the middle of the sands and started setting up their towels. The waves brought with them a soft breeze, but it wasn’t strong enough to whip their stuff around. Mica went to relocate one of the weighed parasols left around the beach, leaving Justin and Angus to settle on the spot. Angus leaned backwards slowly, plopping down onto his towel with a grunt. He saw Justin frozen in the spot and leaned further back, spreading out.

“Mind slapping some butter on me? It might be a bit hard to get up right now,” Angus hinted to Justin. He wobbled his weight around a bit, doing his best to lure the smaller guy in. Justin fumbled with his towel before producing the sunscreen and squirting a bit out. The cold cream made Angus’s body ripple in a chill. “Brr, you never get used to that.”

While they talked, Mica took his time with the parasol. He hesitated suggesting they relocate closer to it, as it was heavier than he had expected. When he turned around, he saw that Angus had already fallen onto the sands and knew it was too late. Instead, he gripped tighter around the cement anchor and pole to see if he could move it any. It remained firmly buried, which was proof of its design working, and he dreaded returning back to his big men as they were getting comfortable.

“Bad news, fellas. We need to move the towels. C’mon, before you start to ripen,” he came back, offering a hand to Angus. Justin tried his best to wipe his hands off on his shorts, but the resistant fabric fought back. Mica had to pull hard to lift his heavy husband off the ground, but it was an exercise he was always happy to perform. “Getting heavy, big guy,” he cooed at Angus as they collected the towels.

“Yeah he is,” Justin agreed, sinking his hands under a lovehandle as they made the trip to the parasol. “I am so jealous of how fat you look.” Justin nuzzled into Angus a bit, trying to reach the other side of his chest. “I hope I look as good when I get there.”

“You’ll look great!” Mica cheered them both on, picking up Justin while he still could. “I love how fat you’re both getting for me.” He rubbed his face into Justin’s squishy center and laughed. He didn’t care if there were people around or not, as he couldn’t hold himself back from feeling as happy as he did.

They spent a bit of time on the sand, and then Justin and Mica took to the water for a bit. Angus lost himself under the shade and took a bit of a nap. The two in the waves refreshed themselves in the water. Mica easily flipped Justin over any time he tried to overcome him, sending him headfirst into the water time and again. This did tire them out faster than expected, and Justin soon suggested they return to the towels to chill and rest. Mica, however, was prepared for such a response, and decided to react in his own way.

He submerged himself under the wake, sneaking up on Justin. They were still close to the shallow water, so it didn’t provide him much in the way of coverage, but it was enough for him to get close. He breached quickly, grabbing Justin from behind and lifting him up. The smaller man wiggled about, feeling the full weight of gravity pulling him down again now that he was out of the water.

“Finally! On to stage two, then.” He stomped across the shallows, starting to lose the strength to carry Justin in his heavier frame, and ended up falling forward into the sand. But this didn’t hamper either of their spirits, as they laughed it off and helped one another up. Angus bent up so he could see over himself to check on them.

“I felt the earth quake. Is it time to eat?” he chimed in on the situation. Mica grinned to himself and they proceeded to tidy up their spot. Rinsing and changing back, they all remarked at having some spots that were a bit sore. Mica pouted at them, regretting not spending enough time on protecting the others, but he offered to make it up with some food on the way back. They had no argument when an all-you-can-eat buffet came up as the option.

Sluggishly, the three of them left the car to go inside their home. They had all eaten their fill and more as they enjoyed each other’s company. Justin unbuttoned his shorts and groaned. Mica found enough energy to at least remove his outerwear, while Angus just slid onto the couch. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, but he couldn’t bring himself to move his body. They groaned at one another, as if they could understand what was being said, but no one admitted they were just grunting to grunt out loud.

“Who’s ready for dessert?” Mica cheerfully asked as he bounced into the kitchen, renewed pep in his step. Justin groaned while Angus remained quiet. “At least a glass of milk, right?” He went to grab the funnel and hose he had been using on Justin recently. “You can’t say no, remember.” First was the smaller of the two, Mica reminded himself. He happily made his way to the singular seat and draped the hose over Justin’s shoulder. He bent over, still feeling some heft in his own stomach, but pushed through to tap his lovely boyfriend’s mouth open.

“Give me… a moment,” Justin heaved between breaths. He was overly stuffed, Mica had made sure, and was still trying to breathe without some ache. Mica rounded the seat and bent down to caress Justin’s pudge. He could feel how taut the flesh was, even with the flab that had recently built up on the sides. They were surprised he hadn’t developed hanging moobs like Angus, but Mica enjoyed the contrast at times. He laid the funnel-end down and started lightly massaging Justin’s chest with his fingers.

“Just relax, we have plenty of time left in the night, big guy,” Mica passively praised him. “You actually kept up with everything I brought out. That was a nice show.” He slid his fingers under Justin’s underbelly and lifted it, feeling and watching the isolated heft on his still-lithe frame underneath. “Making great progress, chubs.” Justin smiled and hummed in happiness, his eyes remaining closed as his body was handled.

“Couldn’t make it this far without your help, either of you,” Justin admitted. “You’ve been keeping me to it. I’m going to have to order another work shirt soon, though.”

“Oh? What size are you now?”

“Large. But it’s getting a bit tight around… here.” He raised a hand to slap his gut. Mica grinned and buried his face briefly in the flesh. “Ooo, not so rough.”

“Soon, you’ll be able to use Angus’s closet for his older, but recent, clothes.” That thought excited both of them. Mica slid his fingers closer to the rim of Justin’s underwear and traced under the edge. “Feels like these are getting tighter on you too.”

“I’ll just stick to growing out of these before I move up. Gotta think about saving the money for another meal, not clothing I’ll just grow out of eventually!” He slid back on the seat some, letting Mica fit more under the fabric. “See, plenty of room left.” But Mica lifted the elastic away from Justin and saw the red imprint of the underwear on the skin. He bent down further to kiss it a bit, then started drifting upwards onto the stomach.

“Poor fatty, getting fatter than his undies can hold back,” he said between kisses. He could feel that Justin’s belly bulge had softened over giving him some body worship and took it as his cue to prompt the milk once more. Justin agreed, and the two of them made sure he kept up his daily intake. Angus had already fallen asleep on the couch, sprawled across the cushions. After putting the dairy away, Justin and Mica adjourned briefly to the bedroom to enjoy themselves a bit more.

They stripped one another down and stood there, comparing each other. But it was Justin now who eased Mica down onto the bed. He was sloshing about as he lost himself to the rough curves that Mica carried with him. His bulk was broad and solid, but he was always the first to wrap his arms around the other. Justin lusted for the contrast to overtake him, seeing how out of shape he was becoming as Mica still enjoyed him. It truly made him envious of Angus’s size, but he still tried to push himself to go further. He fell upon Mica’s chest and firmly grasped at his chest and arms.

“Thank you for today,” Justin said softly into Mica’s chest. “It was really fun. Was that our beach episode for this year?”

“Our what?” Mica laughed, unclear of what Justin meant.

“There are certain anime that have whole summer arcs with shenanigans and festivals, and food,” Justin clarified. Mica nodded, following along, but couldn’t help but laugh again.

“I’d certainly hope we could get more than an episode out,” Mica cupped Justin’s belly. “Coming up on your big hundred-pound-growth anniversary, so we definitely have to celebrate it soon.”

“Oh shit, really?” Justin snapped out of the flirt, truly unaware. He sat back on the bed and grabbed at his thicker thighs and pudgy arms. “Damn, you really have been making a pig out of me, huh?”

“I’m thinking of becoming a farmer,” Mica joked back, bopping Justin on the tip of his nose. He then grabbed him and brought him back down into his chest. At his insistence, they would speak no more and continue their cuddle while Angus napped.

Justin Waters, 5 foot 8 inches. Current weight: 229 pounds. Growth: +43 lbs across 7 months

“Plenty of eye candy to ogle, but none as sweet as my little treats here.” Angus used one hand to grip on Mica’s pecs, and the other to softly stroke Justin’s belly. “Hope you weren’t having any nightmares to speak of.” Mica grunted and briefly snored back into Angus’s ear. Justin had remained silent, though he was reacting lightly to the attention Angus was giving him. Angus turned over, pushing his belly into Justin a bit more. “How’s the milk treating you? Think it’s time we start upping your dose?”

“I don’t know…” Justin groaned out. They had tried to start him off slowly, since they all had differing size goals, but settling where he was now seemed to have satisfied Justin. He had softened features, but his body was still nowhere comparable to Angus’s own. Laying on his side, he had perky moobs that were trying to come in, and his belly was barely creating an overhang. If anything, he had impressed everyone with the added love handles that had widened him out. Everyone welcomed his healthy appearance, they would say, but it did give Justin some odd thoughts they’d talk about in private.

“If you need more time, just let us know. We don’t want to make you uncomfortable in your own skin, dear.” Angus had focused his attention on Justin with Mica asleep once more holding on to Angus like a pillow from behind. Angus had become concerned over the holiday break when Justin seemed to have reached a mental plateau on his growth rate, sensibly focusing on the everyday aspects of the growth having been a big guy his entire life. He knew that while the fantasy was hot, people could lose themselves and regret it. He looked at Justin in the face, loving how it had softened slightly from the added weight. “I won’t think any less of you for it.” Justin just stared back, smiling weakly and allowing his body to relax under Angus’s touch. 

“I was reading some of the comments I was getting,” Justin approached the subject he was dreading. “Again, a family member said I looked better. Aunt Madge said I was getting a gut. My uncle Ralph said we should get drinks soon. And my cousins said that I looked like I was eating again. Do they think that those are encouraging beats to provide unsolicited?”

“They are family, so of course they do. Doesn’t mean you have to take it negatively. And you don’t even have to acknowledge them if it bothers you.”

“But then, I go onto Bodspace, and see…” he laughed for a second, “big beefy patties like you and I think I’m nowhere closer. I can suck my gut in and be skinny-passing, but I can’t fill out your shirts as well as you do.”

“Then don’t! We’re trying to fatten you up, remember?” Angus pushed his belly back into Justin for emphasis. “I’m fine as I am, and he thinks so too. But we still have a long way to get you into being a big beefy patty yourself. It’s a journey, not a sprint. Sometimes, our bodies work against us on this. Just means you have to put in more work.” The groan he got in response was typical, as Justin always hated hearing that from not just Angus. Many other large men in their shared kink space, Bodspace, had shared similar experiences. But for Justin, it wasn’t coming on fast enough to keep him satisfied, or in this case, engaged to continue. “Or do you want us to just force you to do it?” Justin didn’t immediately respond.

“It’s kind of hot to just give up control…” he whimpered when he finally did respond. “But I have to be in the mood for it. Maybe it’s just the holidays that were making it feel different, but I wasn’t feeling the growth like I wanted.”

“We did take a break here and there, remember? It wasn’t consistent, or else you’d be much larger by now. If you really want results, you have to put yourself completely into it.” Angus gasped a little when he felt Mica’s hands having made their sneaky trek from hugging him to groping his belly, and now his groin. He batted Mica’s hand away for the moment to continue talking seriously with Justin, though. “Is this the year you’re going to just go all in?”

“I want to say, yeah?” Angus was sure that he wanted to say it too, but Justin did have some issues with sticking to things. “But could I also ask for a bit more force? Like, don’t give me the chance to wimp out. I’m ready for this! I want to do this.”

“Y’hear that, Mike? He says to be a bit more forceful on him.” Angus reached behind him to pat Mica on his butt. “That means you don’t go easy on him when he still has something to finish.”

“Only if that means you end up eating the rest,” Mica whispered into Angus’s ear. Relenting, Angus turned onto his back to embrace his lovers together. To seal the deal, they decided to cuddle for a bit longer.

An hour had passed, and the three had split up among the household. Angus was making lunch for them, while Mica was getting ready to go to the gym. Justin still had a whole day of work ahead of him, so Angus had decided to make sure he would go in stuffed more than he usually did.

“Remember what you agreed to, or we’ll have to start thinking of some punishments to go along with it,” Angus affirmed their discussion early. Justin nonchalantly agreed, but when he was brought three sub sandwiches loaded with meats, cheese, and sauces, he remained in silence, staring. “You’ve still got an hour before work, so you’re expected to finish all of these before then.”

“Three?! I can–”

“Yeah, three. If you need to, put something mindless on to watch. I want you fitting into my clothes a bit better before Christmas this year. Us big beef patties have to look well-fed for that time of the year, after all!” Angus smiled playfully towards their smaller partner. His plan was to make sure Justin had no argument for eating, if he didn’t want to worry about leftovers. Justin wanted to say something, but any time he would try, Angus would just cover his ears in cute defiance. He only lowered his hands once Justin took up a sandwich and kept quiet.

This left Mica to walk into the kitchen in the nude, reaching into the fridge. He pulled out the lone sub that Angus had made for him and a jug of milk, then went to sit near Justin to watch whatever was on. After cleaning up, Angus did the same, bickering about the current antics on the TV together. They lost themselves to time until Justin and Mica’s alarms went off to signal their next plans were ready.

Mica’s sub was cleared and his jug was half cleared; Angus’s sub had met a similar fate; while Justin had barely started into his second sub by the time limit. Justin rose out of his seat to start getting ready, but as per their deal, he set the plate down in front of Angus before moving to the bedroom. This left Angus and Mica in the living room, Mica looking mischievously at his currently-fatter love. He dared not slide across the sofa, but he adjusted himself closer either way. The subs were within reach, as was Angus’s face, which meant Mica could have all the fun he wanted.

“Uh oh, you know what time it is…” Mica grinned, going to reach for the second sub. “I mean, you did say I had to be more forceful.” Angus chuckled and nodded, but he also reached for the sub. He wasn’t as interested in the forceful feeding aspect of the kink, and knew his own pace better than others. “Aww. No, c’mon.” Mica grabbed the sub first and kept it out of reach. “At least let me feed you this one.” Angus relented, leaning back against the sofa instead. Mica squealed and got closer, lifting the sub against Angus’s mouth to let him take his own bites at least. Though, now that they were alone, Mica thought out loud to his lover. “Are you sure we should… hold him to his words like that?”

“Well, what about… a safeword?” Angus offered mid-chew. They allowed him to clear what he had out of his mouth before continuing, though. “A word so unnatural in his daily life that, only if he were truly serious and not wanting to continue would we allow that to be his way out.” Angus mused against him. “Maybe he’d agree to that?” With that, he took another large bite out of the sandwich.

“Oo, like rutabaga? Does he even know what a rutabaga is? Do I…?” Mica trailed off, slipping some of his internal thoughts out loud. “Nah, too unnatural even for me. That’s going to be tough, as you know the games you two play are kinda different from mine.” He took a bite out of the sub himself, helping Angus clear it a bit more. Without waiting, he placed the sub back down on the plate and kissed his lover on the forehead. Then he arose to start getting dressed himself.

Angus leaned forward to pick up the plate and continue on the leftovers as he thought some more. After some time, Justin and Mica returned from the bedroom dressed for their appropriate destinations; Mica, to the gym, and Justin, to go work at the fast food chain Speedy Chicken. Angus arose to see them both off, wiping the crumbs from the subs off of his face.

“Think of something you’d never regularly say while you’re working, Just. Just when you can. We can stop forcing you if you were ever to say it to us together, ok?” Justin nodded at Angus’s suggestion. “Other than that, you better expect to come home fed and ready to be stuffed. I’m serious, this time.” Justin laughed and nodded before leaving for work. Angus turned to Mica. “He knows I’m serious this time, right?”

“He knows you’re serious every time,” Mica retorted before leaning in to kiss again. Angus playfully spanked his love on the rump and saw him off. Left to the house, he decided to clean up and relax for the rest of the day.

Night fell as Angus napped. Mica had already come and gone from the gym to his own work, leaving Angus alone for the remainder of the day. He had gamed, planned dinner by preparing what he needed, and caught up on his sleep before the others were expected to get home. Conveniently, all of their jobs had a little meet up closer to midnight, when the two would return home, only for Angus to wake up and start their dinner and hang out before his early shift at the bakery would start.

Mica was the first through the door of the two, though he often would wait for Justin to pull in so they could still go in together. Angus had already started work on dinner and told Justin to come closer before he would change out of his clothes. As he neared, Angus nodded towards the fridge.

“Get in and grab yourself a glass of your milk. Right now.” Justin shrugged and agreed. As he poured himself the glass, he went to return the jug into the door before Angus stopped him. “No-no. Go ahead and drink the glass first. You’re starting two cups a day, and you’re not allowed to take a break this time.” A grin started to form on Justin’s lips.

“Yes, boss!” He gladly started to sip on the glass. Mica snuck up and helped tip it a bit higher, surprising Justin into chugging more than he wanted. He still took it “like a champ,” Mica commented, but once the glass was empty, he poured up another for himself. He walked away from the others to sip it down at his own pace, but he still watched them carefully.

“If I have to hold him to his goals, and he has to eat everything we give him, what does that leave you,” Angus looked at Mica. Justin did similarly, which made the buff man briefly stunned. With both of their gazes on him, he just flexed his chest and kissed at them.

“I get two chubby guys to fawn over, so why not just leave the feeding to me?” He grinned at them both. Angus and Justin exchanged a mental thought between one another and said nothing back, but they all trusted him on his restraint. Justin placed his empty cup down and burped softly. “Oh, and maybe…” he pulled his phone out of his pocket and fumbled with it. “I’ll do more with this.” He had remembered at work to post an update on their shared Bodspace profile.