The Boy Next Door: Part II

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“Fuck. I never knew two pizzas could disappear that fast. It’s been – what? – half an hour and you’ve already eaten two large pizzas with pretty much everything. How are you doing? Starting to feel full yet? You’re not? Oh my God, you are amazing. Shall I open the third one? Good piggy.

“Mmm, this is a big slice right here. Open wide. And here it comes. That’s it, take a BIG bite. God, I love watching you eat. Your eyes sort of glaze over and it’s like everything is about the food. Getting bigger. Getting fatter. Feeling your stomach stretch out to take in all that greasy cheese and meat and that thick, heavy crust. Here, lemme feed you another slice. Good. Keep chewing and swallowing, chewing and swallowing. Just relax into that rhythm, relax your belly. Just push it out to make room for more. More, more, more.

“Oh God, I don’t think the buttons on your shirt are gonna take much more of this, are they? Look, this one’s at the widest point of your belly is just about to . . . Whoa, there it goes! Good boy. Have another slice, go on. You know you want more. Let me push it into that greedy mouth. Mmm, chew and swallow, chew and swallow.

“Must be really uncomfortable being so stuffed and bloated wearing that tight shirt. Want me to unbutton it for you? Of course, here we go . . . and . . . all done. Holy shit, you are fucking enormous! I swear your gut looks about eight inches bigger around than it was when I got here. You’re swelling up like a fat hog, aren’t you? More pizza? Mmm. That’s it. How’s your belly feeling?

“No, don’t answer, you keep that mouth full of pizza, sir. I can tell from how bloated you are this gluttony is really starting to hurt now, isn’t it? Being so painfully stuffed? Overeating to the point where you’re not sure you can take another mouthful. But you can, sir. Big fat stud like you can just keep eating and eating and eating and eating. Take another slice. I know how to relieve the pressure in the massive gut. Can I touch it? Can I, sir?

“Ohhhhh, my God. Ohhhh fuck, that is so hot. It’s so huge; just a huge round ball of fat sticking out. Oh, it feels so good, rubbing your big belly like this, touching all this lard, all this evidence of your constant overeating and self-indulgence. It’s so firm too; just packed solid with thick, heavy fat. You wanna rub my abs while I rub your belly? Mmm, feel good, don’t they? My body fat percentage is only about 8%, you know that? I really feel it when I’m next to you. You must be about 48%, I guess. So massive, so heavy and fat.

“And you know what, sir? With me just three doors down, I can come by every day after school. You’re gonna need someone to help you get through your daily menu, aren’t you? So you can get even bigger? Pile on more and more weight? See this belly blow up like a balloon? You want that, don’t you? Want to get fatter and fatter. That’s your dream. I can see it in your eyes.

“Here, finish up the last of this pizza, sir. If I’m not mistaken I saw a couple of boxes of fudge brownies on the counter. You sit back on this couch and let that big belly relax out. That’s it – oh God, you look so fat right now. No, don’t say anything about not being able to eat another thing. I won’t listen, so don’t bother.

However stuffed you are, there’s always room for dessert, right?