A Dream Come True, Chapter 3

A Dream Come True, Chapter 3


He couldn't be quite sure, but Ryan guessed he'd been captive about three months when he was finally allowed to leave his room. He'd spent much of that time tied to the bed, helpless to resist as his jailor fed him an unending stream of fattening meals, swelling his gut larger than he'd imagined possible. And the truth was, he had to admit... he loved it.

Each day Eric would bring him huge trays loaded with food, and always that jug of sweet, delicious shake that made him hunger for every bite and more. His hunger increased exponentially as the days turned to weeks, and soon he was begging to be fed, despite the sheer magnitude of food he regularly consumed. And there was always more food ready to be eaten.

Often his feeder master would tease him, call him names, tell him what a fat pig he was growing into; it only fueled Ryan's immense appetite for more food, more FAT. As time went on, Eric began to join in the feedings, often tormenting Ryan by stuffing his own face while the fattened, hungry piglet moaned in hunger and envy, but also in ecstasy as he reveled in watching his master swell fatter and fatter. Finally, though, he was always rewarded and allowed to glut himself to his belly's content.

Every few days he was weighed and measured, always he was deemed "not quite ready", though for what, his master refused to say. Ready or not, however, Ryan loved his weigh-ins. He loved the heaviness and the swell of his growing belly, certainly, but something about seeing the numbers go up drove him wild. He'd blown past 235, his gut a small beach ball stretching his shirt, and then past 270, when the elastic in his briefs finally yielded to the pressure of now 48" waistline. At 300 he really began to feel his girth as he noticeably waddled and struggled to stand, though 340 was when he truly began to feel FAT.

Now, at 375 lbs, he found himself, post weigh-in, admiring himself in the big mirror in his bathroom. He could hardly believe the transformation. His round, fat belly stuck straight out from his abdomen like a giant beach ball, firm, but also soft and yielding to the touch. His meaty thighs supported a fat bubble butt and his arms were like most guys' thighs. His cock stood totally erect in his briefs (size XXXL, a gift when he hit 300) as he fondled the fatness of his new body.

Eric, himself pushing 300, belly sticking out of an unbuttoned flannel and briefs riding low beneath the round swell, gazed on in pride at his piglet slave and announced that it was time, he was finally ready to leave his room. Taking Ryan by the hand he led him through the door (which Ryan noted had begun to look a bit narrow), down a hallway, and into the main room of the house. Mansion would have been a better word.

He had no idea where Eric had gotten the money for this place but he evidently had plenty of it. The main room was an enormous lounge room, the central feature of which was a small swimming pool. All around the room were big, comfortable looking chairs and soft cushions for laying on. But the thing that really caught Ryan's attention were the other people in the room.

There were about a half-dozen guys sitting lounging around the pool, all in their twenties, all exceptionally handsome, and all fat like Ryan. Most were about his size or a little bigger, but one must have been well over 400 and another pushing 500. They were all lounging together, eating and feeding each other, fat bellies proudly displayed as they lazily satiated their gluttony.

Ryan felt his cock throbbing and his belly rumbling, despite having just finished his usual fatboy's breakfast. His mouth watered and he found himself shaking slightly.

Eric laughed softly. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the guys," he said and headed over to where the group of gorgeous fat men were lounging.

As Ryan waddled up he heard Eric saying something to the group. "...finally ready. Time to meet the newest addition to the family. This is Ryan," he said, clapping a meaty paw on Ryan's shoulder. "Everybody give him a warm welcome."

He barely noticed their names as they introduced themselves and invited him to join them. One particularly handsome fat boy lumbered to his feet and waddled over to shake his hand. "Hey, I'm James," he said, smiling and brushing back his wavy hair. His own fat belly was barely contained in tight white tank top that appeared to be well the worse for wear, having assorted food stains and even  a few holes where the fabric had given up trying to contain his girth. "Come on, you look hungry, man."

Laying down together amid the jumble of gorgeous fat dudes they began to explore each other, first with their hands, then their mouths. Ryan felt in daze, like he had when he'd first arrived, but now it was different somehow. He felt excited, electric. His newly fattened body came alive and every roll of fat was now an erogenous zone. At some point he felt someone spooning him from behind and realized it was Eric, his feeder and master, now his lover and... what? Patron? He suspected there was something more going on here, some catch to this deal, but for now he was content to enjoy the moment, and to take food that offered to him from an anonymous hand as gave himself over to pleasure. Eventually the rest of the guys joined them and Ryan lost all sense of time, of direction, as he was welcomed into his new family. Some time later he lay dozing, barely awake, pressed between two fat bellies, his own belly stretched and full and content, and realized he was happy. He was home.

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Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay in getting this posted, and the brief interruption of access to the blog. I've had a bunch of stuff going on and been needing to concentrate on other things. I always say this, but hopefully the next post won't take so long! If anyone has ideas, suggestions, feedback, whatever, don't hesitate to contact me (gainerotic@gmail.com). I love to hear from all of you :)