A Dream Come True... With A Little Help
Chapter 2
When Ryan awoke for the second time that day, he could tell that the light in the room had shifted considerably. Where before it seemed to be bright and coming in directly through the windows, it was now obviously much more dim, golden-hued, and indirect. Evidently he'd slept through most of the day.
After opening his eyes he lay in bed a few moments, breathing, thinking. He was on his back and could feel a distinct weightiness to his stomach, though it wasn't nearly as much as he imagined it should be, considering how much he had consumed that morning. With the covers pulled up to his chest, he could only make out the vague outline of a noticeable, though minor swell around the area of his gut. Shrugging after a few moments contemplation, and feeling remarkably mellow and content, he hoisted the covers away and gazed down in anticipation.
He guessed the swelling must have gone down a bit while he slept, or perhaps his memory and imagination had joined forces to produce a much greater expectation. In either event, his belly was really only slightly swollen, though the swelling was made particularly distinct by the otherwise slenderness of his build. His abs still retained some definition, but a definite swell lifted the arc of his belly gracefully from the base of his pecs all the way down to the base of his belly, where it gave way to his crotch.
Without thinking he reached down with his right hand and cupped the swell, tracing the protruding line of his underbelly with his palm and then his fingertips. Quickly his right hand was joined in exploration by his left, index finger tracing the rim of his belly button before his whole hand was gently rubbing the apex of the mound.
Suddenly he became aware of his actions and jerked his hands away self-consciously. Looking around, though, he remembered he was quite alone shook his head to clear his thoughts. "I need a piss," he thought and heaved (yes, he realized, that was really the word he would use to describe the action) himself to his feet, then padded to the second door out of the room - the one Eric had indicated lead to a bathroom.
The bathroom proved to be a rather spacious affair, with a huge, deep bathtub set into a raised platform at one side of the room, like a jacuzzi. Aide from that, though, the other amendments were somewhat unextraordinary, except, perhaps, for a floor to ceiling mirror lining one wall entire wall of the room.
After taking a leak and a quick splash of water in the face to help revive himself it was into this second remarkable feature of the room that Ryan found himself gazing. Wearing only briefs, the effect of his breakfast gorge was decidedly more apparent standing up. His lean, muscular legs, strong arms, firm pecs, and well-defined jaw line all cut a truly stunning contrast to the budding swell of his gut. Ryan found himself mesmerized by the sight of his own reflection. Turning first to one side, then the other, then back to front he became entirely transfixed by the image he saw before him.
He became so transfixed, in fact, that he failed to hear the soft click of a lock opening, followed by the opening and closing of the bedroom door. Suddenly, alongside his reflection he saw a gorgeous, round-gutted man leaning against the door frame behind him. Quickly he twirled to face his captor.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, more feebly than he had intended.
Again Eric shot him the grin that he was coming to recognize, sending shivers of trepidation, and excitement, down his spine. He wore tight briefs stretched across his crotch, and presumably his plump ass, and a white, sleeveless t-shirt at least two sizes too small, revealing a hairy swell of round gut exposed all the way to the belly button.
"I figured you might be up by now, stud, and wanted to check on you. I see you found the mirror," Eric responded in his deep, mellifluous voice. The tone and timber of that voice sent a whole new set of shivers running down Ryan's spine, and even, he realized, across the swell of his belly. Not knowing quite how to respond, he turned back to the mirror and traced the line of bloated belly again.
"How you feelin', Pig?" Eric inquired after a few moments pause.
"How long are you going to keep me here?" Ryan responded, ignoring Eric's question. "This is all fun and great, but I have a life to get back to. As much as this whole thing kinda intrigues me, it's just a fantasy, and one that I have no intention of taking any further."
The big man responded by sauntering up behind Eric and wrapping his arms around the slender jock boy. His big strong hands reached around to caress and stroke the burgeoning gut. For a while he didn't respond, just stroked that beautiful, potential-filled belly and nuzzled the back of Ryan's neck. Finally he said, in a low voice, almost a growl "You're no goin' anywhere, Pig." By this point Ryan had reached his arms around the back of his neck and was allowing himself to become intoxicated by the electric jolts to his cock with every stroke of a hairy paw to his gut and the feel of that warm round gut pressed against his back. He didn't even seem to hear Eric's response.
"Naw, boy... you're gonna be stayin' here with me," Eric continued. Gently prying himself off of the now entranced young stud he slipped around the bathroom door and emerged with another tray of food, closely resembling the one from the morning, and a gallon of that milky liquid.
Coming slightly out of his reverie, Ryan saw the heaping tray of food and started to turn around. Before he could turn to face him, though, Eric had him wrapped tightly in his arms, the tray of food set on a low table within arm's reach.
"Relax, Pig," Eric said in that melodious growl. "It's just time for your supper," and with that he reached for a cupcake and shoved it into Ryan's mouth. "Eat, boy," was all he said as shoved another one in, not waiting for Ryan to swallow, or even to chew. Athletic or no, Ryan was no match for the strength of Eric's arms. Another cupcake went in, and this time it was followed by more of that sweet, milky substance. Then two more cupcakes were followed by another swig of shake.
Slowly, Ryan began to feel different... content... calm... hungry. He ceased his struggles and gazed back into the mirror. He reached down to grab the massive erection he could see tenting his briefs. "Not yet, Piglet," Eric growled in his ear, and his hand fell away. "Not until you're full. Very, very full." More food was pressed to his lips, more shake, and he settled in to watch.
It was one of the most surreal, and certainly most erotically exciting experiences of his life up to that point, watching himself be fed, stuffed, utterly glutted on enough food for six hungry grown men. It shouldn't fit inside me, he thought lazily at one point. There's just too much. But then his gaze would fall on his belly and he knew that somehow, it was all squeezing in there.
Though his appetite never seemed satisfied, his senses told him he should be full, beyond full. His gut was growing, swelling before his eyes, as though in competition with the fat round belly pressed against him. It was steep competition, but the hunger pangs racking his abdomen seemed hell bent on victory. The hunger grew, and grew, and unbelievably grew more as he gorged.
Between mouthfuls of food and groans of unimaginable pleasure he became dimly aware of a slight pain beneath his belly, around his waistline. He opened his eyes, having closed them in ecstasy, and realized what must be the cause. The waistband of his briefs were caught in an epic battle with the flesh they sought to contain. Every mouthful of food brought more mass to that flesh, causing it to swell and expand outward. If they hadn't been elastic, and brand new at that, they'd have been vanquished long before. As it was they now burned his skin gently, stretching as his body stretched, becoming bigger, rounder, fatter.
At some point the pace of feeding slowed, though did not yet cease. Looking in the mirror, Ryan was shocked by the transformation he had undergone. Where before a gentle arc protruded from beneath his pecs, he now boasted an immense swell, ball-shaped and protruding awkwardly, sloping at least six or seven inches out from his otherwise slender frame. He found the image, and the sensation, almost too erotic to bear.
"Fuck me," he uttered, barely audible and breathless. "Fuck me and feed me the rest."
Eric knelt and yanked the offending briefs from Ryan's body then stood back up and used first one foot, and then the other to spread the glutted stud's legs into a wider, deeper stance. Then he reached into his own briefs and yanked out his fat, thick cock. Spitting in his palm he spread the oral lube onto his rod and then thrusted it into his piglet's ass.
Ryan cried out briefly in pain and pleasure but was then silenced by another cupcake. The big man then continued to feed him slowly as he pumped his ass. The young stud gently caressed his own belly while he got stuffed from both ends, his own hard cock bouncing beneath the swell of his belly, visible only in his reflection.
Eventually, the food dwindled, and a last, low grunt Eric emptied his balls into Ryan's ass. Giving the growing butt a quick spank he came around his pig's front and pressed their bellies together and kissed him deeply. One hand then pumped the boy's cock while the other caressed his big swell until finally, moaning weakly and thoroughly entranced Ryan coated both of their round bellies with his jizz.
The big man then led the satiated young piglet back to his bed and lay beside him, caressing him into dreams of gluttony and satisfaction, ecstasy and release.
When Ryan finally awoke again, he felt as if he'd slept for days, so contented and relaxed he was. Then he felt it - the hunger, the ravenous, aching hunger. He tried to sit up in bed, to rise and stretch his languid muscles and... he could barely move. As he came fully awake, he realized why: his arms were tied, presumably to the corners of the bed's headboard, just as a quick glance over the swell of his belly revealed his ankles to be similarly tied at the foot.
Just as his heart began to race, the lock clicked and the door opened. In came Eric, belly stretching a flannel shirt, mounded tray of food in one hand, gallon of milkshake in the other.
"Ready for breakfast, Pig?"
The growl of hunger echoing from his distended belly was his only reply...
To be continued...
