#chubmas

Trevor’s phone rang. It was Jack. “Honey, where are you? Abigail just got dropped off from the after school and she wants to say hello. You texted me that you arrived a couple of minutes ago but we haven’t seen you. What’s up? Worried about your punishment?” Jack could hear Trevor huffing and puffing on the other end of the line. He laughed a little. “Oh my God, has my big chunky pig gotten so full and out of shape that he’s out of breath just walking down the hallway?” Jack laughed.

“No... I’m taking.... the stairs!” Trevor finally managed to get out as he tried to catch his breath, hunched over the railing on the third floor landing. Trevor needed to hold the phone away from his ear because Jack was laughing so much. Eventually he heard some murmuring on the other end of the line and Trevor could barely hear Jack, in between laughs telling their daughter “I’m just laughing because your big daddy is being silly. He’s taking the stairs to get to our apartment on the fifth floor instead of just taking the elevator like he always does. Yes. You could also take the stairs to go up to our apartment. Since apparently your big daddy likes to take the stairs, maybe you two could race up to the apartment sometime.”

“You’re trying to give me the nickname big daddy to our daughter?!? No. I veto that name. I am going to be Daddy Trevor just like I always have been. Not Fat Daddy, Jumbo Daddy or Tubby Trevor. We are not going to create an entire identity about around my recent weight gain.”

“Tubby Trev! Why didn’t I think of that! That is perfect. TT! That’s gonna be your new nickname. Thanks for the idea.” Jack said, cackling. “So why is my TT taking the stairs?”

Having fully caught his breath, Trevor responded with as much dignity as he could muster “Back when we first moved here, I would be able to take the steps two at a time all the way up to the fifth floor to our place. I wanted to see how well I could still get up those stairs now. I didn’t realize it until the party a couple of days ago, but my physique is totally gone.”

“All of that sedentary eating really took a toll on you, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Jack was very quiet. “You don’t regret it, do you?” Jack could hear Trevor’s breathing growing heavy. “Take deeper breaths. It’ll increase the time until you need to stop and catch your breath.” Jack could here Trevor’s breath growing deeper and more controlled. “What floor are you on?”

“Fourth. And no. I don’t regret it. Being able to share all of your passions for food and having all of this free time to focus on other things is really amazing. I guess I was just expecting that my old muscles would be there if I needed them, you know? Maybe that’s stupid, but I guess I was just assuming that I could go to the gym and still do my old workout but I’m just realizing that I may be more out of shape than I thought.”

“Well, if I’m not mistaken you should be coming up to the fifth floor landing and to our floor. I prepared a little treat for you because I imagine you’re so hungry after that pizza, then I’m gonna let you change and we’re going to have a little bit of fun as a family. I went through your college archives and I found something really interesting so we’re going to have a walk down memory lane as your punishment.”

“What? What are you talking about. I’m coming into the apartment now.” Trevor hung up the phone and Jack was standing there with his phone all ready to document the split in his pants.

“OK fat boy, bend over.”  Jack then thought better of it and looked over at Abigail who was doing her homework in the kitchen and said “Honey? That’s a funny nickname that only I get to call Daddy Trevor. I don’t get to call other people that and you’re not allowed to call other people fat boy. OK? It’s just a name between the two of us.”

Trevor smiled and, like a flash of lightning, this little brown haired girl in a blue damask sundress sprinted out from the kitchen shouting “DAAAAAADEEEE TEEEEEEE!!!!” So Trevor quickly dropped his bag and let his bodyweight pull him down into a squat, tearing his pants beyond recognition as he scooped up his daughter in his arms and then surprised himself by being able to stand up as she clung around his shoulders.

“Baby girl! I thought about you all weekend. How have you been?”

“OK. My weekend was pretty fun but it wasn’t as fun as it is with you. Also, their cooking isn’t as good as Daddy Jack’s. His food is way better. Also, I hope you do OK in your physical fitness challenge. I hope I do as well as you do.”

Trevor looked quizzically at his husband. “The what now?”

“Oh, I got the idea from our friend Juniper. Do you remember Juniper?” Trevor nodded. That was their code for when they needed to reference something of an inappropriate nature while their daughter was within earshot. Instead of referencing the event they would just reference it as something that was said or happened while they were spending time with ‘our friend juniper.’ Trevor assumed this was the punishment. “So what idea is this?”

Jack smiled. “Let’s let you get changed first. Let me help you off with these things—while you little miss” he said, turning his attention to their daughter “need to get back to homework. Your Daddies need to get into some fitness gear and we’re not going to start until you finish your homework. I think you still have your math to do?”

“Yeah. 15 problems. Stupid math.”

“Well, that should take you about 20 minutes. You go back to the kitchen table and we’ll go and get changed and we will be out soon to check your homework. What are our rules?”

She grumbled. “I’m not allowed to go more than 3 feet from the edge of the table. I’m only allowed to go to the kitchen once, and then only to fill up my water cup. If I’m caught playing around with things that I shouldn’t be touching while you are in the other room, I lose my privileges for three days. I know, I know.” She looked bitterly at her homework across the living room. “You know, it’s bad enough that I have to do math, you don’t need to make it worse by having all of those dumb rules.” She sulked.

Trevor just laughed “well we appreciate in advance you following all of those dumb little rules and if you do it, we will thank you by letting you choose from one of three treats that we brought home from a party over the weekend.”

“Will we now?”

“What could it hurt? Now go and do your homework.” He said, turning to Abigail.

She scampered off to the kitchen where they immediately heard the faucet running and she was filling up her water glass from the kitchen sink. They waited for a second to see her get settled on the dining room table and open her books and then jack lead Trevor by the tie into their bedroom and closed the door.

Trevor expected Jack’s mood to immediately change because they only had so much time during the day where they could be alone. He was not disappointed. “You fat fuck. You’ve gotten so fat that you don’t even have any clothes to go to work in tomorrow. What do you expect me to do, go out after work and get you some jumbo clothes for your fat chubby ass? Get on all fours, let me inspect the damage.”

Trevor heard the click of a lock and he knew that it was safe. He heard the closet door open and he knew that Jack was getting some stuff from their toy box. Since their kid was in the next room, he knew that they were only gonna be using quiet toys like a ball gag, electric play, ropes, things like that. He knew better than to ask if Jack wanted him to take off his clothes so he just got down on all fours, split pants exposing his chunky rear end.

He looked around and saw that Jack had stripped off everything and was standing there in just a pair of short shorts and was just throwing on an elastic harness. He had a little electric taser toy in his left hand and his Grandfather’s ivory-handled hunting knife in his right. “I’m about to have some fun with my pig. First, let’s document the damage.” Jack took the knife and tossed it on the bed. He got his camera phone off the dresser and started snapping pictures. “Look at you. You’re already getting out of breath climbing the stairs and you’re not even 250 pounds yet. That’s pathetic! You’re only half the size you’re probably eventually going to be, judging from how much of a pig you are in the kitchen.” Trevor heard the clicks of the camera behind him and knew he was documenting the tear of his pants. He felt a mild electric jolt go through his ass cheeks.“Look at this fat ass. I remember you when you used to be this fit muscular God, now you’re starting to just look like a tub of lard, you’re almost starting to look sloppy. And you know what?” Jack says with disgust in his voice. “I love it. I love seeing that you have put on all of this weight because of me. Because of what I’ve done; my cooking and my accommodation of your sedentary lifestyle. Making you a breakfast for half a dozen people for you to eat all by yourself and volunteering to take our kid to school every single morning just so you have more time to be a fat ass. And now, you are giving me another key to controlling you: I am now going to be buying all of your clothes. I’ll have these new clothes to go on, and then I’m just going to be getting you some sizes larger, as you grow out of things. I’ll keep track of what size you currently are and replace them as needed but I am going to cut out all of the tags, so you can never know how fat you’ve gotten.”

Jack grabbed Trevor’s nipples and twisted and grab them so hard that Trevor almost yelped out in pain, if it wasn’t for the gag and muzzle that had been put over his mouth to keep him quiet. All that came out was just a very quiet muffled moan. That’s when Trevor heard the soft pit of the shocker getting tossed on the bed and the light rustle of a hand picking something up off of the comforter. He looked up and saw the flash of metal. “You know why I have this knife pig? You’re not allowed to use your mouth because your mouth is only allowed to be used for eating and sucking my dick and I don’t wanna fat pig like you anywhere near my cock. You’ll probably get confused and try to fucking eat it like it’s a goddamn hotdog you gluttonous fuck. No. If you want to communicate with me, I want you to snort like a fucking pig you are. One snort for yes, two for no. Do you know what this knife is for?”

“Oink.”

“That’s right. I’m going to strip my hog.” Trevor could feel the knife gently caressing the skin near his throat and then he felt the angle change as Jack used it to cut through his shirt like it was the wrapping paper on a gift. He heard the knife drop to the floor and then jack squatted down and used his powerful strong muscles to tear apart the rest of the fabric from his shirt. He picked up the knife again and sliced to cut the sleeves all the way down to the wrists so that Trevor didn’t need to get his hands off of the carpet in order to comply with Jack’s request to strip.

The shirt came off and Jack’s hands roved all over his husband’s torso squeezing and pinching some places and shocking others. All the while he was dirty talking how fat Trevor had gotten over the last year, but then, Jack moved again and he could feel the blade working near his waist, sawing through his pants and his leather belt to release his pants. Trevor was grateful at how careful Jack was being. The dirty talk stopped and all of Jack’s attention was focused on making sure the knife stayed where he wanted it. Within a minute or so, he cut through the belt, the pants, and the underwear and he shoved the ruined clothes down to the man’s knees.

Then, Trevor heard Jack mumble something and knew that Jack was trying to read the time on the alarm clock at the far side of the bed, just to see how much longer they had. Trevor was really grateful that even during a scene like this, Jack would take care of those real life details so that Trevor could just stay in character. He was the pig. Look at him. Look at what he had done to his body. What he had let Jack do. “I took a fit, hot guy and turned him in to a fat boy. I took his place in the social circle, even took his clothes, his identity, everything. All I left him with is cellulite and love handles.” Trevor could feel Jack’s hands roaming around his now soft crotch and midsection, paying extra attention to the fat that had settled around the base of his cock. “Look at you. You used to have such a beautiful cock. It was so great for fucking, but it’s already starting to get smaller and buried in fat, and as you get fatter, you’re going to get more out of shape and eventually you’re gonna have to give up fucking me at all because you’re going to get out of breath before either one of us has been able to get off, if it’s even possible for me to get off thinking about your fat blubbery ass. You’re just gonna have to get me off by sucking my dick and I’m gonna end up getting off by fucking your fat ass, until your ass grows so wide and soft that I can’t even bury my dick in there because your ass has just grown so fucking gigantic. But then I’ll find other ways. Other ways to use you, like the sex toy you’ve become.”

Jack sighed, and moaned as he moved his lips very close to Trevor’s ear whispered “turtle soup.” That meant that it was the end of their role-playing.

“OK!” Jack said, his voice lighter. He took the muzzle and ball gag out of Trevor’s mouth. Instinctively, Trevor moved his mouth around a little bit just to work out the tenderness from being restrained. He saw his partner Jack taking off the harness and putting all of the other toys back in the box at the top of the closet where no little hands could get to them. It was in a box marked ‘all tax records,’ so no curious little hands would think to look in there. Trevor let Jack hoist him up and was very appreciative that Jack immediately got the lotion to moisturize Trevor’s waist and any other parts where chafing might make him sore. “So how was that? Was it OK? Too much?”

“It was good. Hot. I really like it when you boss me around. I didn’t think I would.”

“You liked it? I’m so glad! I feel like you were so good at being in charge and being the alpha male for so long I thought maybe I wouldn’t be able to do it well.”

“Are you kidding me? That was fantastic. I just wish we had more time. You know, I’m pretty horny right now, but we’ve gotta get dinner started. Also, aftercare, you know. What’s our timetable?”

“We have about five minutes before we’ve got to be out back out there.”

“No problem. What are we gonna be having for dinner? Have you made anything?”

“No, but I figured I would just give you a salad with a little bit of grilled chicken for dinner tonight. You’ve been eating really heavily the last couple of days as part of our days-long role-play and I figured you need a little bit of time to let you recover before we go back to heavy meals all the time.”

“Thanks. I’m still feeling really full from the pizza. I’m feeling stuffed like a turkey.”

“Oh my God, I meant to ask. Was that too much? Was two too many?”

Trevor laughed and stepped out of his ruined clothes, leaving him standing there in just his socks. He saw that jack grabbed a reusable shopping bag that had been sitting unobtrusively in the corner and pulled out some oversized workout clothes that he wore at the beginning of their relationship whenever he would join Trevor in the gym. Trevor had a feeling he knew it was coming but figured he would play along. “I will admit that I had half of the second one left over, but I put it in a big Ziploc bag to have those slices tomorrow. One probably would’ve been sufficient but I understand getting me used to having larger and larger portions of food. It makes sense. I could’ve killed you making me walk through my office with a giant tear in my pants though.”

“Well, I thought of that and I think that once we have dinner, we will have about an hour or so before she needs to be put to bed so I thought it might be a good idea for us to go to the mall really quick and get you some stuff for tomorrow and also get you a complete change of clothes that is three or four sizes larger than you are now that you can keep at work, so that you never need to worry about it if you end up blowing a seam or popping a button at work, you can just change into something else and no one is going to know.”

Trevor laughed. “So you anticipate me getting fatter for a little while. What’s the plan? We probably got to get out here in a couple of minutes.”

“Oh my God! You’re right! Here, put this on.” Jack said, throwing a bag of clothes at his husband.

Trevor made an uncoordinated attempt at catching it and then sat heavily on the bed and opened up the bag and saw, what he hoped was not in there, which was his workout clothes back when he weighed 180 pounds. 65 pounds ago, this was the slim-fit stuff that he would work out in and occasionally do personal training in. “Oh my God, is this even going to fit? Why are we wearing this?”

Jack laughed. “Why? Yours doesn’t fit? That’s so funny. Mine is just super baggy. You had a lot of workout stuff and I chose these because these were the stretchiest of your workout gear but we are going to be doing the workout, as a family, that you would assign your overweight clients when you were a personal trainer back in college. Do you remember? In front of clients, you would always call it your ‘beginner workout,’ but among your friends you would always call it the ‘fat-ass fitness challenge’.”

Trevor blushed with humiliation. “Ironic. You’re going to make me do it aren’t you?”

“Well, fat ass. I didn’t tell you this, but back when we first met I actually tried that work out and it kicked my ass. I couldn’t get to the end of it & I couldn’t do all of the reps. I actually talked to someone who you gave this work out to, way back when I was just starting to date you, and he said that you gave this workout to him too, and it was so hard that the person gave up going to the gym completely. Since you have become a fat ass yourself, no offense, I thought it only fitting to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“No offense taken.” Trevor said airily. “I take it as a compliment.”

“Excellent. Put on those clothes.” Jack was standing there, lacing up his shoes and Trevor put on his compression shirt, charcoal gray and he was amazed that it managed to even attempt to cover his belly. “Do you remember that this was your looser one?”

Trevor laughed. “Not so loose now. I would wear it when I was going on multi-mile runs, so I didn’t need to worry about the material being so tight that it would chafe me. Now, it barely contains me at all. Multi-mile runs, by the way? I’ll be lucky to be able to do a multi-mile walk nowadays.”

“Nonsense. You’ve gained weight, not transformed into a different person. I see what you mean about aftercare thought. I’ll need to pull you out of that pig headspace before we resume our regularly schedule programming.”

Trevor nodded, checking himself out in the mirror, wishing the tight clothes weren’t so revealing, but fascinated at the changes to his body. “I’m amazed it fits as well as it does, honestly.”

“You only have a couple of inches of belly hanging out the bottom. It’ll probably the last time I’m gonna be able to get you to fit into that shirt without tearing it apart.” Trevor’s hands darted to the bottom of the shirt and saw that yes, his belly was hanging down an inch or two below the shirt and he could pull it down to cover the bottom of his belly but the shirt just immediately went right back up. He could only imagine how much skin he would be exposing if he actually sat down. If he wasn’t careful, this would turn them on all over again. He then put on his boxer briefs that he needed to stretch the seams of a little bit right near his waist and where they hit him in the middle of the thigh because they were so tight they were starting to cut off circulation. Then he tried his old basketball shorts. They were so tight that they fit like bike shorts, and even then he knew that when he sat down his ass crack was going to be exposed for all to see. “OK, so I clearly look ridiculous. Can I take this off?”

Jack laughed. “Of course not honey.” He said, as he walked over to the door. He unlocked it and opened it to step into the hallway. “We have all of the equipment here for you, me, and Abigail to do that work out to find out who in this house is in the best shape. I will demonstrate the exercise and then do my set, Abigail will then do hers and then you will do as much of the work out as you can, TT. If you manage to do the entire work out, I’ll let you change into regular clothes before we go to the mall but if you can’t go through even one set of every exercise, you’re gonna have to wear those clothes until we put Abigail to bed.”

Trevor looked at himself, bloated, fat, and spilling out of the clothes that he had worn all of those years and pounds ago to highlight his physique which were ironically still highlighting his physique but were now simply highlighting how fat he had become.

He liked it. It was like a badge of honor, usually, to show the world how comfortable he was in his own skin and how much he had changed from being the superficial vain guy that he was back then to being someone who appreciated the deeper qualities that make people great.

He had a feeling though, that he was going to be wearing these clothes for quite a while. A couple years ago, he thought, as he was making his way down the hall to where Jack was explaining the work out to Abigail, he had revisited that old work out and found that it was way more difficult than he had remembered it being. He already knew that the old beginner workout for overweight clients was a power move that was intended to show how strong and fit he was, compared to his clients. He let them think that the work out wasn’t too difficult but was intended as a challenge to motivate them… but he could see now that it was just demotivating to give a beginner something that was so likely to cause them to fail.

Abigail, rushed past him into a room and slammed the door as she got on her own fitness clothes as Jack was setting up the course and occasionally popping into the kitchen to get something started for dinner. Trevor felt like he needed to take his lumps for this, wondering to himself how many people were still obese today because he didn’t give them enough support and encouragement all of those years ago. Happily at least, he was starting to not really feel so full from the pizza.

The party was winding down and the hosting couple was busy moving things from the food tables into the kitchen one by one and wrapping them up in Ziploc bags and Tupperware, preserving things for another day. Trevor and Jack were arm in arm, chatting about this and that.

Trevor talking about how great things were going at work and that he was up for a promotion they gave him the option of more money and responsibility or the same amount of money and more free time. He was leaning towards a lighter schedule because the couple wasn’t really hurting for money and Trevor would really like a little bit more time to be fat and lazy.

The conversation drew on as Trevor looked longingly at the food getting winnowed down to less and less as the party wound its way down to nothing until there was only a handful of guests left and that’s when Trevor made the call and told his husband that it was probably time for them too, to get going.

“Hold on. I just need to make sure that everything is ready.” Jack turned towards the kitchen, his suit still impeccable “Gavin! Is the food almost ready? We’re thinking of heading out soon. We can always pick up the rest tomorrow.” Trevor furrowed his brow and looked confusedly at his husband.

Gavin, the host shouted from the other room: “Perfect timing! I’ve got all of the food packed up so you can get ready to take it whenever you want to. It’ll probably take both of you to haul this to the street but, after all, Trevor is going to end up being the one who’s hauling around this food permanently eventually anyway, so it shouldn’t be that big a deal.”

“Honey? What’s going on?” Trevor asked his husband.

“Do you think I don’t know you? Within 10 minutes of the party, while you were off in your own world eating everything in sight, I asked Gavin if he wanted to keep all of his food and he absolutely did not. He doesn’t eat like that, and all of this indulgent party food is not going to be good for his waistline, but we both agreed that there was one person in the party today who would really love to stuff their face with all of it: you. So he’s loading up beanbag chair-sized assortments of Ziploc bags and Tupperware filled with all of the food that is left over from this party that was fit to eat. The second cake, all the empanadas, quesadillas. The lasagna. Cookies for Santa” Jake added, jiggling Trevor’s belly. “Everything. There is so much food that we will not be able to fit all of it in our fridge. Some of it you’re gonna have to eat within the next 12 hours just so it doesn’t go bad. In two days time, you’re going to be sick of food.”

Gavin and his partner came out with two garbage bags filled with Ziplocs and Tupperware and taped-up potato chip bags. Everything. He could count at least 6 bottles of soda in one bag alone. “Wow. That is a lot of food.”

“Yes it is. And you know, I’ve grown to like how I look in the suit so you’re gonna have to finish all of it. I would help you, but it’s so fattening.” He said, laughing sinisterly. “You know what that kind of food would do to my waistline.”

Trevor laughed evilly. “We couldn’t have that. Well, it’s good that I have the next couple of days off because it looks like I’m going to be doing a lot of eating.”

Jack’s phone chimed. Trevor glanced over and saw that it was a notification that their Uber was only about two minutes away. They need to get going. Gavin handed both bags to Trevor while Jack went over to get the coats. All of this food was so heavy Trevor could barely carry it. “Man, this is heavy.”

Jack threw his coat on while he was walking back over with Trevor’s jacket. He grabbed the two bags with one hand and passed Trevor his coat. He held the two bags and lifted them up over his shoulder like a power lifter would lift a barbell at the circus. “It’s not heavy babe. It’s just you losing all your muscle and getting out of shape from not going to the gym in so long.” Trevor’s eyes widened. “I’m serious.” Jack’s switched the bags to the other hand and lifted the food over his head again. “It’s nothing compared to the weights I’ve been lifting at the gym.”

A little startled, Trevor repeated: “Really though? It’s not heavy for you?” He put on his coat, feeling the bloat from all the food at the party. His partner nodded no. This didn’t seem like part of the role-reversal. He really was getting out of shape.

“Yeah, they were a little heavy” Gavin added helpfully “but I don’t go to the gym.”

“Yeah, neither does this guy of mine. The only weight he lifts is on a fork… and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Jack added, kissing Trevor on the cheek as he passed his husband what was clearly the lighter of the two bags. Trevor held it with both hands. That was the moment that he realized that weight-related humiliation was something he was into. Being embarrassed in front of his friends. Hot. Having evidence that nearly 10 months of gluttony with no exercise and caused him to permanently lose the muscles he’s been spending a decade building and turn him into just another fat weak dude was even hotter. He felt like he was being owned by Jack.

They said their goodbyes and went into the hallway. “It’s pretty unwieldy carrying that big bag without getting off balance isn’t it?” Jack said as he strode on ahead and pressed the down elevator button to go to the lobby.

Trevor nodded. “It’s so heavy.”

“You think that’s heavy, that’s gonna be nothing considering how fat you’re gonna be getting over the next year.”

“Turning me into your pig? Your piggy?” Trevor moaned. They walked into the elevator. They were alone. Jack started to grind his cock into his husband’s fat belly. “Oh yeah. Own me. All of this fat you’re putting on me is just you showing the whole world that you own me. I’ll eat as much as you want and do whatever you want. I don’t have any self-control and I’m looking forward to showing the world how fat you can make me.”

“Gavin’s annual 12.12 Halloween party is starting in a half an hour babe, you just have to accept that you’re just not going to be able to fit into your Christmas suit this year.” Every year for Gavin’s annual party that was on December 12 every year, regardless of where that date fell on the calendar, Trevor would wear a pinkish-red suit with understated pastel green accents that always served to highlight all of the time he had spent at the gym. Unfortunately, over the last year Trevor had been spending more time at the dinner table, So that suit was far from fitting.

Jack felt a sense of pride and ownership over Trevor’s filled-out physique as his husband struggled to get his slim fit suit pants over his tree trunk thighs and seemingly ignoring the fact that even if he could get his pants up past his thighs, they were never going to be able to contain his thick, round ass. “I just don’t get it. It shouldn’t be this small. Are you sure you didn’t do something to it?”

Jack burst out laughing. “The only thing I did to that suit was feed you seconds at dinner every night. You have never looked hotter babe, but you need to accept that you have just gotten a little too round to be able to fit into that suit this year. You’re just gonna have to go in something else. Why don’t you wear those reddish orange pants you got a couple of weeks ago with your green polo shirt and you can throw on a red ascot, the one that you wore for your Valentine’s Day Cupid costume? The wild west themed one?”

“God, why don’t I just wear a red sweatshirt and green sweat pants. Maybe they’ll still fit.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. That other outfit I suggested will totally fit. Well, at least I don’t think you’ve gotten too fat for that ascot.”

Trevor laughed so bright & free that his laughter lit up the room. “Oh my God babe, would you stop?!?” Trevor said, throwing his hands in the air and frustration at his needling husband. In doing, so he was expecting the pants to fall down around his ankles but they were wedged tight on his thick frame.

“It’s time to give up on that suit. We need to leave for the party soon and we’re definitely going, because we’re bringing a dish.” Jack looked at his chunky, manly husband, belly spilling out of a shirt that had no hope of being able to fit. He was only able to get the buttons around his pectorals button and even then, the fabric was stretching quite a bit, below his sternum, the buttons weren’t able to come within two or 3 inches of each other and his jacket look like it would never be able to even get past his lovehandles, let alone be able to button. He had already complained last year when he had bulked up and gained a lot of muscle that the very thinly cut suit jacket was already starting to really constrict. That along with all the weight he put on this year, there was no way that jacket was going to get across his middle.

Jack saw his husband huff and puff ever so slightly as he struggled to get the suit off as quickly as possible. He sat there, in only a somewhat tight pair of underwear as Jack heard the timer in the kitchen ding, announcing their dish was ready. Brownies, à la mode. he looked guiltily at the kitchen and then back at his husband. “It’s OK.” Trevor said, sitting on the bed, slumped forward ever so slightly, hands on his stomach. I did promise to try one of your Brownies, à la mode before the party. I’m honestly looking forward to it. That suit is in the past. We can get another one that’s in my size for next year.”

You mean it?!? It’s okay?“

“Yeah.” He got up off the bed instructed towards Jack, eyes smoky with desire. “I was a big sexy man before when I had muscles and abs and I’m a big sexy man now with my extra size and curves. I know I’m sexy, you always make me feel that way. It’s just clothes. Now I’m going to get dressed while you take care of the food. That way, you can get dressed while you’re watching me eat my sundae.”

“Oh my God! I totally forgot to get myself ready! I don’t have anything as nice as what you’re wearing.” Jack seemed to remember some thing and rummaged around the back of the closet “I was going to give this to you soon, but I think now is a better time. I got you some underwear in the next size up so you’ll have a little bit more room under what you’re wearing. I hope you’re not mad.”

“I’m guessing you were waiting until I figured out that I’ve been fattened up?”

“Fattened up? I don’t know what you—”

“Come on. All the fattening food? Always bringing me snacks and desserts? I figured out what you were doing,  but I liked being pampered and I found that I didn’t mind putting on weight… but being reminded of how much weight I’ve put on, can be tough sometimes. Besides, I already have the perfect thing for you to wear at the party. Nobody will be able to keep their eyes off of you. You’re going to be the talk of the party.”

Jack’s eyes grew wide as he looked at his sexy, thick husband, grateful that their daughter was with relatives so they could just focus on getting ready. “Am I going to regret agreeing to this?”

“I hope you don’t regret it any more than I’m going to regret asking for a double portion of that sundae before we even leave for a party that is going to be buried in food.”

“I see a belly rub in your future.“

“You better. Because I see a belly in my future.”

“Future? I see a belly in your present!” Jack said, and motioning to Trevor’s midsection.

“Bitch! How dare you imply that I am getting fat, now hurry up and get me that serving- platter- sized portion of dessert that I can wolf down before I spend the next three hours eating. The nerve.” Trevor muttered in mock-outrage as he grabbed his clothes for the party, including the larger size underwear which he smiled slightly at the thoughtfulness of, as Jack made his way to the kitchen to get the food out of the oven before it became too dry, as well as the other things he needed to get ready for the party.

He pulled the two trays of brownies out of the oven. They were Ghirardelli’s Triple Chocolate brownies. He had to quadruple the recipe so that there were enough brownies for Trevor and the guests at the party. He let’s letting one tray cool on the oven with some tin foil loosely placed on top and from the other one, he cut a block of brownie the size of a paperback and grabbed one of the two gallon containers of vanilla bean ice cream from the freezer and put two generous scoops of vanilla ice cream on top. He then grabbed one of the two containers of hot fudge, microwaved it for about 20 seconds just to soften it and drizzled it all over the top. He smelled it and it smelled delicious.

He then turned to get ready. He put the unopened ice cream, hot fudge, walnuts, and the six-pack of their favorite beer into one of the bags and he left the uncut tray of brownies to cool on the stove. He took the tray of brownies that had the giant block cut out of it and wrapped it in tinfoil and put it in the fridge, making a note to encourage Trevor to eat more leftovers between meals to make some room. “I’m ready honey! I’m dressed! You need to get ready. We have to leave in five minutes. Even if we are fashionably late we still need to leave in 10 minutes and you’re not even dressed yet.”

“Coming!”

“Not till after the party. We’re running late.”

“Funny.” Jack grabbed Trevor’s pre-dinner dessert, needing to double back halfway out of the kitchen to get a fork with which he would eat it. There was a time in the future where it might get sexy to see Trevor eating with his hands because he was just so hungry but that day was not today. Jack brought the desert into the bedroom in there, on the bed next to his beautiful husband outfitted in a gorgeous suit, complete with the red ascot with Valentine’s Day hearts on it— was Trevor’s Christmas Suit. “What—what is this? You always wear this.”

Well, I’m glad to see that I’m still just as good an actor now as I was all those years ago back in college. I took one look at that suit two weeks ago and when I realized there was no way I was ever going to be able to fit my fat ass into that, but then I realized that you’ve been working out a lot and you now have the muscles to be able to wear that thing. While you were in the kitchen taking care of the food, I did a quick and dirty cuffing of the pants, to make up for the fact that you’re a couple of inches shorter than I am so the whole thing should fit you really well.”

“But it was always too small for me. I was never as toned as you.” Jack said, as the reality of their new situation dawned on him.

“It was, but you have been working out consistently over the last year as I have been, well, pigging out on your food. You are now the lean, trim one in the relationship and I’m becoming the fat one. I have so many amazing clothes in that closet that are made for someone with your exact physique and I don’t want them to just sit in the closet collecting dust until I eventually I donate them. I’ll feel a lot less bad about all of this weight that I’m probably going to be putting on over the next year if I know that someone is at least enjoying all of those amazing clothes that I’ve collected over the years. I want you to wear my Christmas suit this year and, probably next year because, if I can’t be the one everyone is staring at because I’m the hottest guy at the party, then I want everyone to be staring at me because of how lucky I am to have that hot piece of arm candy next to me. Now give me that damn dessert so I can eat it while watching you slip into that sexy suit.”

Jack watched as Trevor dived into the desert with gusto, a small way of saying that Jack should do the same and so Jack, fearlessly shucked his clothes and gingerly put himself into the Christmas suit which, did fit slightly differently, being more snug in some places and looser in others but it was a custom tailored suit with Trevor’s exact measurements in mind, but when Jack got dressed and looked at himself in the mirror, he was surprised that he didn’t see that chunky dude he remembered in the mirror. He saw a hot guy looking back at him.

He heard a fork clatter on a now empty plate and he glanced behind him to see his chunky husband using a finger to lick up the last of the chocolate sauce as he got up off the bed the stand near him at the mirror. “You’ve got to remember babe. I fell for you in that bar all of those years ago because I thought you were cute, the jelly roll around your waist didn’t matter any more than the jelly roll around my waist matters now. We love each other for who we are. I’m proud to have you be the one getting all of the stares and hungry looks because it makes me feel really good to have such an awesome and hot dude coming home to me every night. Think you’re you ready to go to this party? I just got a message that the Uber’s going to be here in two minutes.”

“I’m definitely ready. I’ll get the food, you get the doors?”

Good plan, I can’t eat doors on the way to the party.”

“Unless they’re made of gingerbread.”

“And when he laughed his stomach shook like a bowl full of jelly.“

“Just like daddy!” Their daughter, Abigail shouted grabbing her dad Trevor’s midsection while her other dad, Jack smirked from across the room in a chair.

Trevor, blushing, gamely continued with the story “and they all heard him say as he dipped out of sight: ‘merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!’” Trevor closed the book with a flourish and looked down at the adoring eyes of their little girl. Now you little Miss, it is time for you to go to bed. Tomorrow you can open up presents but you remember when we’re opening them, right?”

She pouted. “We’re not opening them before nine. I remember.”

“So what are you going to do if you get up at 6 o’clock in the morning tomorrow?“

“I will go to bed and not bother anybody while they’re trying to sleep.”

“And if you can’t go back to sleep?”

“But daddy!”

No buts.”

“Fine. I will read a book and wait for 9 o’clock.”

“You are our sweet darling girl. I’m sure that Santa put you on his nice list. This definitely put you over the top.” Jack interjected.

“What? No! I was on the good list the whole time daddy. Be serious!” Trevor gave Jack an intense look that was trying to say ‘don’t get her excited right before bed’.

Jack quickly changed tactics. “But I never had any doubt. You are the most well behaved little girl in this house and everyone thinks so… including Santa.”

Mercifully, she didn’t notice the joke buried in the conversation and seemed placated as she started wriggling her body under the sheets, getting ready for bed. Both of her dads gave her a kiss on the forehead and they made their way out of the room flipping off the overhead light and flipping on the little nightlight that stayed on to help her go to sleep. It created dancing animal shadows and stars all over the bedroom and played quiet soothing lullaby music. They closed the door and went into the kitchen to split a beer as a reward for taking care of all the Christmas stuff before bedtime, and hiding all of the presents well enough so that she was never able to find them.

“Maybe I should switch to light beer. To hear her talk, I’ll be delivering the presents on Christmas since apparently I’m starting to look so much like Santa Claus.” Jack walked about a half a step behind him as the two made their way into the kitchen.

“Now that you mention it, you are starting to go gray around the temples. Looking more like Santa every day.”

“Bite your tongue, evil harpy! It’s called dad bod I would like you to know… and a lot of people think it’s very cute.“

“Including me.” Jack said sweetly as he plunked a kiss his husband’s cheek.

“Is it really that noticeable?” Trevor glanced backwards at his husband as he grabbed a beer glass from the cabinet.

Jake had started feeding Trevor almost as soon as they got home. There was never a time where Trevor didn’t have some food in his hands. Supposedly, it was to get Trevor used to stuffing his face with as much food as possible all the time. Trevor would just be sitting there with his laptop working on an email and Jack would come over with a plate of food, all warm and hot and place it on Trevor’s belly so it wouldn’t get in the way of his work. The first day was the hardest, because Trevor was always full and he wasn’t used to that. His brain was telling him to stop eating but it took about a day or two for him to stop listening to that and just continue eating. Although, like all good things, eventually it came to an end and four days later they had gotten through most of the perishable things from the party, with Jack eating the healthy things like fruit and vegetables and Trevor eating all of the fattening food, surprising himself by not really even thinking about how fat he wanted to get because he knew that it wasn’t up to him anymore.

Eventually the long weekend was over and it was Monday morning. Jack had already gone out to go to the gym before work, taking Abigail to school, and he had left Trevor to stuff himself with the breakfast that Jack had prepared, and then he would go to his own job, stuffed fat and full with a big lunch to tide him over until he got home in the afternoon.

Jack decided to take the job with fewer hours so some days he would only needed to be at work for about six hours. It would also mean that he could pick up Abi directly from school and she wouldn’t need to be in the after school program anymore. He was looking forward to being able to spend more time with their daughter. Because he would always go to the gym twice a day, he only got to spend time with her from dinner onwards. Now they could hang out at the park, and play together while Jack did the long hours. He was excited. He was sick of being ‘office daddy’ to her because he was never home.

His new job started in the new year. He couldn’t wait. Usually his current job was easy and he could munch on food while he was writing emails or answering phone calls. He managed to get a microwave and a refrigerator in his office so he could heat up and store all of the food that Jack would send him and he was grateful for it because he had privacy in his office and no one could see how much food he was eating.

The day had gone well so far with him hoisting his heavy frame up off of the kitchen chair and slowly plodding back-and-forth from the kitchen table to the sink where he would pile all of the dirty dishes, hoping to be able to wash them if he had time, but today was not that day. He was so full from the last three or four days of stuffing himself that all nonessential movement was impossible. The idea of walking all the way to his car and then walking from his car to his cubicle seems like a marathon. Eventually, he just decided to be lazy and rinse all the dishes off and put them straight in the dishwasher and run it. At this point, there were so many dirty dishes from all of the Tupperware that they were cleaning to return to Gavin and all of their own pots, pans, and dishes from breakfast that they need to run the dishwasher sometimes twice a day.

The thing was, Trevor was not used to the extra weight and how much it slowed him down so by the time he had finished with this he looked and noticed that he needed to leave for the office in 20 minutes or he was going to be late. That normally would’ve been plenty of time but he was slow from all of the food. Not only his breakfast, but his wake-up donuts and his midnight snack were all teaming up to make him slower than usual and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed and grab a carry-on suitcase sized lunch to bring to work. He needed to skip the shower this morning. Sacrifices need to be made. He got some wet wipes and went over the problem areas, making sure to brush his teeth and wash his face and then went to grab his clothes to get dressed for work.

That was the problem. He hadn’t taken into account all of the bloating from all of that food. Days of eating to the point of pain. All of that food had to go somewhere and it had gone straight to his stomach. Wearing polo shirts around the office was frowned upon and also he found that when he lifted up his arms his belly hung out the bottom of the polo, which was definitely unprofessional look for someone who had just gotten a promotion.

He needed to get new clothes. He just figured he needed to suck it up and suck it in to get the dress shirt on, even if he had no hope of being able to button up the collar button, he could put a tie over it and no one would really notice. It was the same with the dress pants that had no hope of being able to button, because when he put a belt on over it, no one would be able to see that his dress pants weren’t buttoned up all the way.

He could feel that the seams right around his crotch were like sausage casings and he needed to make sure to pull up the pants a little bit on the knees just so he had enough fabric so he didn’t tear his pants when he sat down. If he held in his stomach ever so slightly, with the last bit of his abdominal strength, He was able to sit down and slide on his shoes without too much trouble. He looked at the clock and noticed that he was already about a minute late. He started to lumber out of the bedroom and then thought better of it and rifled through his closet to get his boyfriend’s oversized sweater. He pulled it over his body and then felt grateful that he didn’t need to suck in his stomach anymore, because even a few minutes was too long.

He went to the table in the entryway which had the lunch bag that was packed into a gym bag that had enough space in it for him to put his laptop and papers he needed for work.

He grabbed all of his stuff, grateful that he grabbed a sweater that had pockets because he was not going to be able to fit his wallet, keys and phone into those pants pockets anymore. All of a sudden he got a text. It was from Jack. It said: I bet by now you’ve realized that there is a cost to being a pig. If I’m guessing right you probably are running a couple of minutes late and have noticed that even your biggest set of clothes isn’t enough to cover your fat greedy frame anymore. Do me a favor and take a photo of yourself in the mirror before you leave and send it to me. I want to have it as a before picture to show people how thin you used to be at 245. Have fun at work, pig.

Without even thinking, Trevor went to the full length mirror and snapped a photo and immediately sent it to his husband. He did it without even thinking and it surprised him. Had he become so comfortable surrendering control of his decisions to his husband already? He looked at the clock and realized he needed to hustle so he went out the door and started the trip to work.

Several hours later he had done a morning conference and intentionally avoided all of the food that has been placed by his staff as a way to curry favor with the increasingly corpulent manager because he knew that if he started eating now he wouldn’t have clothes that would fit by the end of the day. The kiss of death was between 10:30 and one because he had work to do in his office looking over budgets, overseeing proposals from his employees, dealing with issues, putting out fires, taking care of budgets and looking over performance reviews. He opened the bag just out of curiosity and was grateful that none of the food that Jack had made him need to be heated up. It was all finger food. There was a note: After seeing you at that party, I kind of liked seeing you stuffing your face with your hands so I decided to get you some food that you could eat without having to hoist your fat ass up off the chair. I thought you’d appreciate that. Eat up big boy!

Jack knew it was a bad idea to indulge. There were potato chips, cookies, and a huge block of fudge that was broken up into little squares and seem to have a little things added to it. Some had nuts, some were a blend of different kinds of chocolate. It looks like an assortment that Jack had probably gotten from somewhere. It was probably that bakery he liked to frequent. Jack loves cooking desserts but making a variety of fudge was a difficult ordeal. It wasn’t like making ice cream that you could just mix in some stuff at the last minute and chill it. Each variety needed to be a separate pan of fudge and that ended up being a lot of everything.

Before he knew it, he was finished with the presentation that he needed to deliver at one that was outlining some objectives that his team needed to hit over the course of Q1, which was scheduled to start after the holidays. He absentmindedly reached his hand and found that the presentation was about to start in half an hour and he only had one or two things left in the bottom of the lunch bag. He could finish it. He could indulge. These clothes were already toast. A couple of extra bites weren’t going to hurt him. His clothes felt really tight so he wiggled in a seat a little bit trying in vain to give his fat ass and hips a little bit of extra room. He was already full and his stomach was a little bit sore but he wanted to move beyond that to when his stomach was going to have a dull ache all afternoon. He pushed himself and managed to finish everything.

Feeling massive and exhausted as he leaned forward, hands braced on the desk to push himself up and that’s when he heard it: the tear. He grabbed the stuff for his presentation, already having to unbutton some of the buttons on his shirt underneath his sweater just so he could breathe and sure enough, the back of his pants had torn when he had bent over.

The strain had just been too much. It couldn’t be helped. He looked at the time and the conference room, which was only a couple of doors down the hall I was going to start filling with members of his team in a couple of minutes and he knew that he needed to get in there first. He didn’t need to stand at all during his presentation and this would be a really great way to avoid having to avoid anybody noticing what the fudge had done.

He grabbed the stuff and plodded over to the conference room trying to make sure that no one could see the back of his pants which were tearing ever so quietly as he took each step closer to the conference room.

Unfortunately for him, Ben Sanders was already in the conference room so Trevor just took the long way around endeavoring to make sure that he never had his back to the young fit man.

The presentation went without a hitch and he opened up his laptop after all of the presentations were done under the auspices that he was going to work on emails and help anybody with any questions they had and after about 15 or 20 minutes everyone filed out and he was able to make the way back to the office hoping that nobody saw. He felt dirty and hot.

He couldn’t help it, so he texted Jack: I see now what your evil plan was with all of those finger foods. I ate it all by lunchtime and then I tore the back of my pants wide-open and now the rest of my day is just trying to avoid anybody seeing that I’ve torn my pants open. I only have a couple of hours before I can go home and then we can deal with these wardrobe issues. Maybe you can teach me a lesson for being such a greedy pig that I tore apart my clothes.

A few moments later he got his reply: That will be fun. What am I going to do with you? I need to teach you a lesson. You’ve become far too greedy. Part one of my punishment is already on the way. See you at dinner time!

Jack tried messaging back but he just got an auto response that the user wasn’t available at this time and that all messages will be delivered later. He gave up and went back to work, taking care of a conference call and dealing with a couple of clients who needed overviews on how their campaigns were going when he gets a page from the secretary. “Sir? There’s a guy here from Martinelli’s Pizza who has an order for you? Two large pizzas. I tried to sign for them but apparently whoever ordered these says that you need to sign for them yourself. Can you come up to the front desk?”

Shit. Jack. “Can you send him back to my office?”

“Sorry sir. He’s not on the visitor logs, so he’s not allowed into the office. Security thing. I promise I’ll have everything ready and you can just sign and get back to work.”

“I understand.” Trevor got himself up off of his chair and walked gingerly past all of his employees and coworkers through the office to the front desk at the other side of the very long open office design. He tried to walk quickly but he was just way too full and his clothes were way too tight for that to happen.

He went to the office and saw that it was some lean pitbull-faced** teenager holding a clipboard with a pen pointed towards him so Trevor positioned himself so his backside was facing the wall and quickly sign for the two pizzas and then grab them and then turned to go back to his office, hearing the snicker of the pizza delivery guy behind him, knowing that his secret has been revealed, but happily the secretary was too busy on a phone call and didn’t notice.

He made sure to keep his backside facing the bear wall so that no one would see his torn pants and managed to get the pizzas back to his office, red-faced from the effort of walking across the room after having eaten so much earlier, and from embarrassment.

Three hours later, he had finished all but about four pieces of the pizza and it was time for him to go home. He had stuffed himself so full that he was actually in pain. He thought about trying to eat the last four pieces but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to do that without feeling sick, so he took the four pieces and tuck them into an oversized Ziploc bag to put in his refrigerator so that he could eat them at some point tomorrow. He then put the boxes discreetly into his trashcan so that only the nighttime cleaning person would know how much food he had packed away.

He grabbed his now very light empty bag and lengthened the strap so it hung covering the now sizable tear in his pants and he started making his way through the office, past the mail room to drop off some outgoing inter-office mail to the front desk and out the main entrance to the parking garage where he could drop the bag into his trunk and then drop himself into his car and drive home, towards the punishment he was excited to receive.

The party had gone on for three or four hours and Trevor sat eating through most of it. Pigs in a blanket, quiche, appetizers, dozens of cookies; eggnog both spiked and not. All kinds of delicious holiday treats went into his growing belly. Maybe it was the eggnog, or the shots of spiced Brandy, but by the end of the night he wasn’t even hiding his greedy gluttony anymore.

He was still a charming party guest, offering sparkling conversation to anyone who happened near, but he did notice that it was a different type of conversation. People talked to him differently. Before, they talk to him like people were talking to Jack, like you would talk to a minor celebrity. That’s what it was like when people were talking with a hot person. It was great at first, but he had just gotten so tired of it.

He thought about this as he munched on some pizza rolls they were clearly out of the box but they were filling and there were a lot of them. He felt like one way in which he could be a good party guest is to eat the foods that clearly nobody else was interested in eating. A lot of food needed to go into this belly of his so it might as will be the foods that other people weren’t competing for.

The host came over “Thank you for finishing those pizza rolls. She just gets a case of them from Costco and brings that. I have to put it out or else she will get upset but no one ever eats them. I made some of my famous hot chocolate with a bowl of marshmallows on the side to add as many as you want. I put the hot chocolate in a pitcher, so you can refill your cup as you need to. But hey, I want to say that it’s really awesome of you to get Jack to wear your old Christmas suit. He doesn’t even know what to do himself with all this extra attention. I have to ask though, why the change?”

“Honestly? I always knew that he didn’t care about how I looked, and over the previous year, I have been noticing more and more that taking care of my body was keeping me away from the man I loved. He would be taking some cooking classes and he couldn’t share any of the stuff he was making with me because it was too fattening.”

“Really?”

“Really. I was hanging out with his friends from the cooking class and he had gone to the bathroom and they were talking about some of Jack’s favorite recipes and I didn’t know any of them. At first, I thought it was just because I don’t know much about cooking but then he sheepishly mentioned that he didn’t talk about them because he didn’t want me to have to refuse to eat recipe after recipe because he didn’t want to feel like he was pressuring me to eat unhealthy food he knew I didn’t want.” Trevor sighed, and looked bashfully down. “Do you get it? Taking care of my body was causing the man I love to start keeping things from me and it was keeping me out of parts of his life that really meant something to him. Not to mention the time at the gym.” He added with an airy gesture of his hand. “There were all of the times where he just wanted a quiet night at home and chose to hang out with one of his friends instead of me because he didn’t want to keep me from the gym.”

“I see.”

“Yeah. The worst was right around Valentine’s Day, when he started to imply that it was OK if I started to check out other guys right in front of him on dates because, he felt like it only made sense for me to want a more in shape guy with a body like mine instead of his. It made me feel really bad, like I was living my life for myself. I felt like I needed to change my priorities and make him a priority in my life. I needed to make him feel like he was my priority, not my physique.” Trever smiled, holding up the mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows. “Thanks for the hot chocolate, by the way.”

“No problem, big guy. Bears are hot right now.”

“It’s all that extra fat.” Trevor said laughing as the host walked off to greet another guest.

He wondered how far he was going to take this new lifestyle that has started as a rebellion against his place in the social circle. He did this partially because he had been tired of all of the backhanded compliments about Jack behind his partner’s back. Asking Trevor if Jack had a great sense of humor, if Jack was really successful at work, or rich. Always the implication that clearly looks were not what drew Trevor to his husband. He didn’t really even care about his own looks anymore. He already had his fun being the hot younger guy and now he was settled down. Nobody at work really cared what he looked like and the guys in the gay community that cared what he, a married man looked like, were usually bad news.

The decision to start gaining weight happened around Valentine’s Day earlier that year. He had gone to dinner and dancing with his husband and while his husband was off getting drinks (whose idea had it been for Jack to be the one in the servant role in the relationship that got things for him, Trevor wondered). They have been thick as thieves all night with Trevor unable to keep his hands off his curvy beautiful husband and this morally bankrupt Twink piece of trash came over and started hitting on him on Valentine’s Day, while he was on a date with his husband. It galled Trevor that even after he said “I’m here with my husband on Valentine’s Day.“

He couldn’t believe it when that asshole replied “I can’t blame you for wanting to talk to me when your husband is looking like that. Oink oink! Am I right?” The Twink added, snickering.

Trevor was apoplectic. He grabbed a little twerp and held him about an inch in the air, his muscles rippling. “If I see you coming back here and talking to me again I swear to God I will tear your dick off and beat you to death with it. Get the fuck away from me and don’t ever say anything nasty about my husband again. He is the hottest fucking guy and he has what you will never have—class.”

“Pfft. Fine. Guess sloppy guys are your kink. I can’t compete with that. I actually exercise. Have fun fucking person pudding.” The twink said as he laughed and walked away.

Trevor glanced back and noticed that Jack was making his way back to the bar, only having eyes for him. He hated himself. What had Jack heard? What Jack said next would change Trevor’s waistline forever. “Don’t worry about it. Dating a guy as hot as you, I expect other guys to hit on you. That guy was cute. I don’t mind if sometimes you want to look. I know you’re going home with me. I love you.”

Even though he hadn’t done anything, Trevor felt like shit. He hated having to deal with assholes hitting on him and not really being respected for what he brought to the table because he was just automatically given better treatment because of his looks. He loved the fact that Jack was not even remotely interested in his physique because that didn’t play into his sexual fantasies involving Trevor or their sexual compatibility. Increasingly, Trevor didn’t even like this physique either.

They hung out at the nightclub for some pre-dinner drinks for a little bit longer and then Trevor remember that there was an amazing gourmet pizza restaurant that Jack had been wanting to go to for six months and all of a sudden it seemed like the right night to go, that Valentine’s Day date all of those months and pounds ago. “I love you too. Speaking of, I had an idea. Do you remember that gourmet pizza restaurant a couple of blocks from here that you’ve been wanting to go to for a while? Well, I know I didn’t make a New Year’s resolution this year but I think my resolution this year is to eat more carbs. You are such a great cook and I really want to start enjoying everything that you have to offer in the kitchen. Besides, I’ve had a decade to enjoy this fit trim body, I’d like to take some time to enjoy other parts of life instead of just the gym and different ways to flavor chicken breast. Would you mind if we started experimenting in the kitchen a little bit more?”

“But what about your abs and the muscle definition you worked so hard for? I thought we were going to that salad place for our Valentine’s date. That would be okay with me. I can get pizza with one of my other friends. I know how important your fit, toned physique is to you. I wouldn’t wanna mess that up.”

Now Trevor really did feel like shit. “Honestly? I’m tired of looking like this. It’s not fun anymore. I’m with you, an amazing guy that makes me happy every single day and I could be wrong but I don’t think you really care about how my body looks and I’m really tired of the negative attention that it’s getting me. I’m tired of feeling like I’m missing out on fun things in life like amazing desserts and delicious pizza because I need to watch my calories and carbs. I’m tired of it. How would you feel if I just let go of my restrictive nutrition regimen and just started eating whatever I felt like with you. Would you mind?“

Ever so quietly, Jack whispered “actually, I’ve often fantasized about you being bigger. Softer. More comfortable. I knew how important fitness was when we started dating, so I was happy for you being big with muscles; but you being big with muscles and curves would be really hot I think. The pizza is really good there. Also, if you put on a little weight then we might be able to wear some of the same clothes.”

Right then, Trevor decided that they would be able to wear some of the same clothes because soon Trevor was going to get bigger and fatter than Jack had ever been and Jack would have his own wardrobe and Trevor’s old wardrobe to choose from. “I’m definitely going to be making a pig of myself there. I might get a whole pizza for myself.”

“You should! Indulge. Be bad. Weak. Let the whole restaurant see that you don’t have any self-control. That you can’t stop yourself.”

Trevor smiled. “Let’s get pizza. I’m feeling hungry.”

Suddenly, he was shaken from his reverie by Jack. He was pulled out of the memories of that amazing Valentine’s Day date and back to the Christmas party, where he found that he had been absentmindedly eating the whole time he’d been daydreaming. “Hey pig. I think it’s hot that you’re stuffing food into your mouth with your hands, off in your own world over here, but our friends are starting to stare. Maybe we can dance and chitchat with our friends before you eat yourself into a coma?”

Jack walked in the party Trevor on his arm with Jack holding the tray of brownies and Trevor carrying the bag of other stuff. As soon as Jack walked in the party, all eyes were on him. Jack smiled. “It looks like people can’t take their eyes off of the stuff I baked.”

“Well, they certainly can’t take their eyes off of your goods.” Trevor added laughing. “Now let’s put the stuff down. I want to see what food they have.”

“Looks amazing!” The host commented, taking the dish of brownies from Jack. “Trevor, you’re looking... happy this year.” He added.

“Ho ho ho.” Trevor added sardonically.

“Thanks. I really busted my ass this year. I think everyone’s really gonna find this tasty.”

“Well it looks delicious wrapped up like that.” The host’s husband added, glancing at Jack in the Christmas suit while taking the bag of extra stuff from Trevor as they shucked off their coats and hung them in the closet near the entryway.

“Thanks, they taste good too. Trevor ended up having a big mouthful before we left. He was very satisfied.”

Trevor snorted, as the pair of them followed the host couple toward the food table. He noticed there was a pair and plum compote and some bread pudding, a staple that he expected to be on the table somewhere. “Yes. As you can tell, I just can’t seem to stop myself from sticking that stuff in my mouth every chance I get.” A lesbian couple snorted, a little scandalized. Jack, eyes wide looked around confused. Trevor, smirking, acted as if nothing had happened and proceeded to load up a plate with all the food he could. The host smiled. “Cute. Well if it’s possible I think the Christmas suit looks just as good on you if not better, Jack. I think I would want a mouthful of you myself if I had half a chance.”

In between bites, Trevor murmured, so only Jack could hear. “They were staring honey, because you look hot as hell in that suit, just like I knew you would. The only thing that makes me happier than being able to eat all this food tonight and stuff myself silly, is seeing you coming into this party being the main attraction for once. I’ve hogged the spotlight long enough, all I want to be now is just a hog.”

Jack looked around and noticed that all the guests were on the other side of the room at the open bar. He smirked, feeling mischievous and leaned over to Trevor, whispering “is that so? Maybe we could make this party and the long weekend after it a little more interesting and I could really show you what it’s like to surrender?”

“Role reversal?”

“Yeah. Just until after you get back to work on Monday, in about five days time. Interested in being my piggy until then?”

“Oink oink!”

“What’s the safe word then? Tortoise?”

“Sure. Safe word’s tortoise. The game’s afoot then?” Trevor grinned.