As I came to my senses, I could feel warm rays of morning sunshine shining on my eyelids. I was comfily tucked beneath a down blanket on a memory foam mattress that felt like it was eating me. I could faintly hear an episode of 30 Rock quietly playing on the TV. I turned towards my left side where the window had rudely allowed the sun's rays to wake me from slumber. Squinting my eyes open I realized that the blinds were in fact down, but they weren't my blackout blinds that let me sleep late into the day.
Suddenly the events from the night before started to come flooding back to my memory one by one. I had moved in with Fred. He prepared a massive welcoming feast for me consisting of all my favorite foods. Most importantly, I finally got to behold his massive hog after all these years. All the nights I had jerked off to my mind's image of it hadn't prepared me for what he was packing. It was bigger than anything my meager imagination could ever whip up. His glorious member put even the juiciest of kielbasa to shame. Just reminding myself of it was starting to cause my own nether region to flow with blood.
Turning to my right, I was now gazing at Fred slightly propped up in bed with a tea in his hands. He was intently watching the tv, but almost as if sensing my gaze upon him he turned his head to return it. "Good morning sleepy head. I was wondering how long you'd be in a food coma for."
I brought my hands up to my face and attempted to rub the sleep from my eyes. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I yawned loudly and shook the last few cobwebs out of my brain. I had never been a morning person, always instead choosing to sleep in late on my off days. However I was more groggy this morning than I had been since my college year's morning hangovers. I guess when engorging yourself on large (borderline excessive) amounts of food your body just naturally wants to go into hibernation mode. "What time is it?" I mumbled while reclining backwards onto the pillows and lazily affixing my attention to the sitcom that was playing.
"It's almost noon. We ended up falling asleep shortly after midnight. You've been out of it for a while. Not that it really matters, animals spend most of their days sleeping anyways. Luckily I didn't make you a big breakfast because I figured you'd be out of commission."
He reached his hand over towards my chest and gently caressed my mildly flabby pec. Looking down, I saw the inception of slight man boobs growing on my previously muscular pectorals. I was still a ways off from having them back in full force, but I could feel the beginnings of them developing their own gravitational pull. Pulling the blanket down further to inspect my tummy, I ran my hands over the small dense knoll that our feeding session we had created. I massaged my bloated belly to try and relieve some of the pressure that was making my skin taut. Suddenly I felt a movement within my bowels and I let out a long, rumbling fart that was only slightly muffled by the bed.
I was simultaneously embarrassed at my excessive flatulence and relieved that some of the pressure I had been enduring was dissipated. I glanced over at Fred out of the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction to my disgusting behavior. He was smirking as he turned and got up out of bed to clear the room before the noxious gas could hit his nostrils. "Seems like my little piggy has cleared up some room for lunch. Feel free to use my restroom and try to free up some more space. I'll call you down when it's ready."
He exited the room and turned the corner to quickly saunter down the steps. I relaxed back into my slouched position and closed my eyes, enjoying the extremely comfortable bed. I didn't feel the porcelain throne calling my name just yet so I decided to relax in bed and rest my eyes a bit longer.
As my mind drifted boundlessly, I found myself pondering a myriad of questions related to the journey I was now embarked on. Is this truly what I want for my future? A rekindled relationship with the man I had been longing for for years had me abruptly moved across the country. Now I was living with him in the middle of the vast Vermont forest with no neighbors for miles. Maybe fantasies aren't meant to be acted upon, but merely left in our heads to titillate us in our alone times. The constant state of arousal I had been in since arriving contradicts this theory though. Deep down I wanted to go along with Fred's plans, whatever they may be. And my body knew this. I wanted to live out these carnal pleasures that until now had just been perverted fetishes to jack off to.
In the heat of the moment Fred has started to display a more domineering side of himself. I had never known him to be controlling growing up with him. It's possible that in the years since talking to him last he had changed for the worse and was no longer the good natured person I remembered. If I were to be honest with myself though, I don't think his moral compass has shifted. I firmly believe everything he has planned for me is purely for my own pleasure and to satiate my lustful desires. At the end of the day, life is about the journey not the destination. Even if I could see what the future holds, I would rather be blissfully unaware of what's in store for me and simply enjoy the ride. Every day will bring new surprises and experiences, and I am open to all the changes yet to come.
The smell of fried bacon had snapped me from my inner monologue. Lifting the bed sheets off of me I slowly stood up and walked to the attached bathroom. When I went to remove my underwear I realized that I was still naked. I turned and sat on the toilet and quickly emptied my bowels of all the food waste from the day prior. It was weird to think that I would never need to wear clothes again. I hadn't fancied myself to be an exhibitionist and it still felt odd to feel the draft of the A/C above the toilet blowing on my bare skin, giving me goosebumps. As with a lot of things in the past couple of weeks though I was open to the idea. Before long I would probably forget I was even naked to begin with. After wiping, I flushed and washed my hands then followed the scent of the delicious brunch Fred cooked for me.
As I walked into the dining room I beheld another feast that could feed a small family laid out on the table. A generous helping of crispy bacon, nutella and peanut butter crepes, some cinnamon rolls, and a small stack of pancakes drizzled in chocolate and maple syrup. Doing some rough calculations in my head I figured the meal to be at least twenty five hundred calories. "This looks and smells amazing Fred... but I don't know if I can finish it all in one sitting. I'm still stuffed to the brim from yesterday."
Holding out his hand to me I saw a pill that I assumed to be an appetite stimulant. I grabbed it and quickly swallowed it dry. "Stuffed will be your new normal from now on, in more ways than one. With a little help from that pill I think you'll scarf down this meal in no time."
He reached down to caress my ass and prodded my anus with his finger to help get his nerdy double entendre across. With a fresh wave of lust surging through me I eagerly sat down and started greedily devouring the assortment in front of me. In my fervor I quickly became erect, and Fred took notice. He pulled up a chair next to me, reached under the table and firmly wrapped his hand around my dick. I moaned through a mouthful of food as the euphoric sensation of eating the deliciously fattening meal combined with Fred slowly stroking my cock brought me to new heights of stimulation.
