#fat derek

It becomes VERY obvious before long that verbal humiliation is Derek's thing.

Chris is relentless. Feeds Derek constantly, sends him to work bloated and in a food coma, then obediently follows Chris' orders on what he's to order for lunch. Chris doesn't care if he has meetings. Doesn't care if Derek's button bursts as he sits with the board of directors, or if the BBQ and baked beans he forced Derek to have for lunch is making him gassy right before an important meeting.

Derek is his pig. He's lucky Chris is letting him even leave the house.

"Imagine what they're saying about you, Derek." "Won't be long before they start looking at this gut you're growing and wondering why you're letting yourself go." "Imagine what they'd think if they knew how desperately you wanted to get fat for me." *** Force-feeding is…really the entire relationship. Anything Derek eats, is decided on by Chris. The boost shakes he keeps in his office and faithfully sends pics to Chris with each one he's chugged down. The lunches Chris tells him to order. The huge dinners Chris prepares every night where Derek eats until his arms are tired and his belly feels ready to pop. The funnel-feedings before, during, and after sex to make sure Derek is as filled to the brim with calories as possible

Derek gets fat at a pace so rapid even he can't believe it. One morning he looks down and sees nothing but a pudgy gut and stretchmarks and swears they weren't there last week.

"I can't" Derek gasps weakly. "I have to give a press call today."

"I know. But pigs really shouldn't try to pretend to be something they aren't." Chris tells him. "Drink up."

He pours a keg of beer and as much soda as he can fit into Derek's swollen belly before dropping him off outside his office. Derek goes to the press call with a button missing from his suit- belly wide and proud like a beach ball in front of him. He belches and slurs and hiccups his way through the entire press call.

Chris replays it over and over that night as he fucks Derek. Derek's never come harder. *****

"I don't think this gut," he gives Derek's belly a solid slap, "will fit in a booth, could we get a table?"

Chris takes Derek out to eat, in jeans that look painted on and a T-shirt that is one stuffing away from rising up over his belly like a crop top. As soon as they sit down and look at the menu, Chris tells Derek what he's supposed to order.

"I'm sorry, he's such a pig," he smiles charmingly at their waiter, "I can't seem to get him to stop eating!"

Some nights, Chris will have Derek ride him, just to watch Derek starting to sweat and pant, blubber glistening and belly jiggling, and eventually has to stop to catch his breath.

"Need to stop already? Not even a minute….Finish this shake then get on all fours, pig. Fat fuck…" ***

Chris is sitting in a booth off to the side of the front counter, sipping on a soda and clearly waiting for the show to start.

Derek orders one of everything on the menu. The cashier behind the counter stares at him in confusion and asks him to repeat himself.

Derek is bright red but doesn't back down. "I'll…have one of everything."

It takes four employees to bring the entire order to his table. Derek can feel the eyes of everyone watching him, ass hanging out of his pants as he sits on two chairs and starts digging in, but all he cares about is Chris who is watching him hungrily. ****