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 -- 6
Last time; Jonny learned the benefits of home-made hashish brownies...
Three months on...
Jonny has settled into his new life with Chrissy and Master Andrew. He has gained a little over 30lbs in the time he has been under their influence, taking his weight up to around 157lbs. He is only 5' 9" so he's starting to get a little bit fat, but nowhere near overweight -- yet! On nights out with his new "family" though, he's still wearing the gold shorts and polo shirt, despite the fact that they cling tightly to his fuller figure. Little does he know that he'll be wearing them until they burst! (That's a story for another day!)
Jonny's new routine for workdays is pretty much as follows: get up at 7am, have a piss and a dump, go for an enormous cooked breakfast courtesy of Chrissy. Around 8, it's time to shower his hairless body and dress for the office. (Ties are worn loose until the last minute and tightened just enough to not get into trouble!) Master Andrew has a flat in Whitehall, so Dover House is only 5 minutes walk away. They walk together, although Jonny is always 2 paces behind. Appetite stimulants have Jonny craving food by 10am, so there's a standing order for a dozen assorted donuts and the largest caramel latte that the local coffee shop does, to be delivered by no later than 10.15am! Lunch is at 12noon, usually catered if there's a meeting, or sometimes in a restaurant. In dire emergencies, the staff canteen has to do... Around 2pm, there's a delivery from the patisserie round the corner along with a milkshake of some flavour. That keeps J going until 5pm, when The Boss calls time on the day's business. They usually stop at a pub on the way home for a couple of pints and a portion of chips each (Sir has no more than half a dozen, and Jonny gets the rest!), then they go home. Chrissy will either have cooked dinner, or organised takeaway.
Weekends are a very different kettle of fish! Kept naked, Jonny eats from a pig's trough, a pig tail butt plug shoved in his increasingly accommodating ass. Once Master Andrew is satisfied, he dresses his bois in their "going out" stainless steel collars, engraved with The Master's name and number, and matching short shorts, with their bare bellies and nipple rings on show.
One Saturday towards the end of June, Master Andrew got the boys ready and had them dressed in sequined rainbow shorts, their bare bodies glistening with sun protection oil. The Master himself was dressed, if you could call it that, in his full body harness, with studded codpiece and black cowboy boots. As usual, a black cab appeared, out of nowhere. "Park Lane, please!" Chrissy piped up, "Sir, are we going to Pride?!" Andrew just raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Maybe..."
(Author's note: Regrettably, I have never been to London Pride, so what follows is entirely my imagination!)
As they marched from Hyde Park Corner towards Trafalgar Square, Jonny watched with envy as his friend's belly bounced and undulated with each step. Master Andrew walked between his two boys and held them by the hand. When they were within sight of Nelson's Column, Chrissy started to protest, "Master, please can we stop here? I'm famished!" He winked at Jonny and said, "Okay, Chrissy, you've probably waddled far enough -- we don't want you losing any weight!" Chrissy grimaced at `waddled' but bit his tongue. Instead, he issued a directive. "Jonny, dear, be a love and grab us a couple of pizzas and some beers, please? I'm exhausted!" As they were eating, half a dozen assorted twinks appeared and started making fun of them, Chrissy, in particular, grunting and oinking like pigs. "ignore them, Jonny, dear! They're just jealous of us eating what we want, when we want!" The tallest and skinniest of them laughed outrageously. "I can eat like that now! You'll need a trough soon!" He laughed again. Jonny went to Chrissy's side of the table and started running his hands over his fat friend's body. "I cannot wait until I am this big, or even bigger and fatter. You have no idea... Chrissy, do you want some ice cream and donuts? I do!" The twinks left them, laughing and oinking. Master Andrew observed, "they'll get fat and they won't even notice. Just you wait and see!"
To be continued.
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