This story is total fantasy, regrettably, set in a parallel universe without STDs or homophobic violence. Please feel free to contact me if you have any ideas or suggestions as to how you would like me to continue the story! fatboy71@gmx.com
Fatboy71 -- 5
Last time; Jonny learned how to oil Chrissy before bed...
After a very late Friday night/Saturday morning, Jonny woke up in a massive bed between the hard, ripped body of Master Andrew, and the fascinatingly soft, oily, dough-like body of Chrissy. Chrissy had got his fuck after all, once the master had recovered from Jonny's blow job. Jonny was fascinated by the way Chrissy's flab undulated as Master Andrew pounded into him. The waterbed made him feel slightly nauseous until the action ceased and they were all sleeping. At around 11am, Chrissy started to stir. "Did you sleep well, dear?" he enquired. Stifling a yawn, Jonny nodded, "I have to pee and, well, etc..." Chrissy nodded, "well, you know where to go. Clean yourself out again afterwards. I'm going to start the master's coffee and our breakfast. Go back to bed and I'll bring you both coffee when it's ready!"
When Jonny got back to the bedroom, Master Andrew was sitting up against the headboard. "Can I have my clothes back, please? I'm ready to go back home now." "Not yet JJ, I want to talk to you, come here and snuggle in..." Reluctantly, Jonny did as he was told. "Now, Jonny, your new life begins here. Tell me, how did you enjoy yourself last night? Be honest with me, I will know if you're telling me porkies!" "Well, Sir. I don't really know where to start. I'm not a big eater, but I found it quite easy last night, once I got my head round it. I'm not sure that I want to eat like Chrissy does. I think I would hate being that fat, but I really did enjoy oiling him up for you..." As Jonny's voice drifted away, Master Andrew took the opportunity to speak. "Thanks for your honesty Jonny. Let me tell you how I see it. Firstly, I know if you let your appetite take charge, you will wonder why you left it so long. Secondly, Chrissy wants you to move in with us, as do I. To that end, I have organised a company to empty your flat. You will have a room here, but I don't think you'll want to spend much time in it. Finally, I need a new personal assistant at work, so I have arranged for you to be transferred to my office, effective from Monday morning. Now, let's go and see what Chrissy has conjured up for breakfast. Actually, before that, weigh yourself in the corner there!" He pointed at a digital scale with a separate display on the wall. "Hmm, 126 pounds... We'll soon double that! Oh, by the way, the other thing is that you WILL get fat living here. I require it."
Over breakfast, Mr Wilson outlined the plan for the rest of the afternoon. Jonny would be taken to the hair removal clinic. The first of 4 weekly appointments, and Chrissy would tidy the kitchen and make a start on the dinner. Breakfast had been magnificent, bacon and sausage by the pound, black pudding, haggis, home made hash browns (with actual hash in them! "to stimulate your appetite, dear!" Chrissy said) and a vat of rich, creamy scrambled eggs. Gratefully, Jonny noted that there were no baked beans! He indulged heartily in breakfast, assuming that there would be no lunch...
Jonny and his master stepped out onto the busy street from Master Andrew's main door flat in Chelsea and with an ear piercing wolf whistle, Master Andrew obtained a cab. "Old Compton Street, please, driver." When they arrived, Jonny realised that he was expected to pay. He presented his phone to the proffered terminal, and they left the cab. Master Andrew led the way to a restaurant. "Oh, I'm not ready for lunch," Jonny protested "Nonsense, it's already booked. C'mon!"
Jonny followed Master Andrew into the restaurant. The staff obviously knew him, and his predilection for turning young twinks into enormous hogs! Overly familiar, the waiter asked, "this the next one then, Andrew?" Scowling, Master Andrew spat out, "shut your fat face and bring the order, pig!" Andrew had obviously pre-ordered because the lunch arrived almost instantly. Jonny had a HUGE bowl of Chicken Alfredo accompanied by a thick strawberry milk shake, and his Sir had a chicken salad with a bottle of still water. Once he had eaten his chicken noodles, the biggest ice cream sundae Jonny had ever seen appeared. Full of nuts and marshmallows, and enrobed with rich, dark chocolate and butterscotch sauces. By this time, Chrissy's breakfast hash browns had kicked in, and Jonny devoured the entire thing, releasing an almighty belch as he placed his spoon back in the empty vessel. Master Andrew sat back in his seat, smirking as he said, "Well done! You're a fatboi in the making..." Jonny smiled and replied, "Yes, Sir, I think I am, aren't I! The waiters uniforms are,,, interesting!" Andrew laughed out loud. "Yes, I chose them myself. I should explain a little -- I have a small share in this place, 25% or so, enough that they listen to my suggestions. I didn't choose the name, but "Porkie's" drew my attention, and I asked if I could invest. They agreed and I suggested the pink crop tops with the company logo on them, and the silver hotpants. None of the waiters are any less than 20 stone (280lbs) or any taller than 5' 7". There are no waitresses, just fat boys! Do you like what you see?"
"Very, very much, Sir! I think I have that uniform, without the logos, in my wardrobe!"
"Right, fatboi to be, let's go and get you lasered!"
To be continued
I'm sorry for the delay between the chapters, I picked up covid and I'm just getting back to normal now! I will try and be more productive over the summer! Gx
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