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There were lots of things about Fallon's life that had changed within the near year. He'd been hired by the top business firm in the world, graduated with flying colours and all the credentials one could amass, he'd somehow seduced the CEO of said business and the most eligible bachelor in the world and, of course, he'd changed. Massively. Not just in the massive mansion he now called his home or the walls of wardrobes that made up his clothes but, rather, himself. It had been a risk having all that incriminating evidence on his laptop nearly a year ago but, the result of it was one of the best things to happen to the intern. In the span of the year, not only had his job been changed to a bespoke PA role created specifically to keep Fallon lethargic as possible, work from home days came more frequent and the result was a near one-hundred pound heavier younger man.

Work from home days tended to follow a set routine. A thinly-veiled excuse for Fallon to sit at home all day and gorge himself silly, there always came the usual things he had to do and anything else Logan requested of him. The obvious things - wake up late, inhale big, calorie-laden meals and sleep right after was a second nature to the younger man at this point. The billionaire had gotten his personal chef team to create the meals to optimise his growth, so Fallon was often diligent to ensure the calories stuck. Today, however, had been of more freedom some Fallon continued to work on his own research. Having padded to the the man's study to wait for him to get home at the usual time, Fallon easily smiled as he heard his lover and felt the familiar sensation of strong hands on his bare stomach. Clad in his home uniform of, well, nothing, Fallon flashed Logan a smile, tinged with his usual flush. "You're good Daddy," He said, using the name that had become a second nature to him. "I just made sure to eat your portion too." The flush on his cheeks became darker at the pet name. He loved being Logan's big boy and the pride that swelled in his chest when he spoke the results of his weigh-in only emphasised that. "Two-ninety, nearly one-hundred pounds gained..."

He listened intently to what Logan had to say. Though his life was one hallmarked with hedonism and laziness, growth in ways Fallon had never expected, he still took an acute interest in how the business was going. Call it the business major in him that never left, but it was still interesting to learn from the magnate. There was another element to it too - as their relationship had grown, Fallon became privy to Logan's thoughts and feelings, clueing in on when the man was worried about something. He knew both the Japanese and Texan branches were gambles so to hear one was doing well as the other wore his partner thin was a mix for Fallon. Still, seeing the way Logan filled his chair and commanded presence, he knew his lover would have it all under control.

At the mention of his own project, Fallon nodded. As it always did when he took a bit more control in his gaining, his smile became somewhat aloof. They both knew his 'research' was a poor way to say that Fallon was going to initiate their nightly activities and routine but it stopped neither of them in playing the part. "It's two-fold Daddy," He said, getting up and making his way over to Logan. "The first part is making sure that I feel heavier." He looked expectantly at Logan as he took the man's glass, placing it on the table, before clambering onto the businessman's lap. "You haven't grunted in effort in some time... wanna make sure you're not getting used to my heft." Fallon chuckled easily, stealing a kiss before replacing the glass of cognac onto his belly, letting it serve as a shelf. Sardonically, the younger knew that the older man would always try and build more muscle if only to support his heavier lover.

"The second part is that project you still need to help me with," He carried on, one hand resting on his own stomach and the other finding its way to Logan's pecs. "The one where you said fucking me on all fours relentlessly'll make me eat more..." Fallon raised an eyebrow. "I ate on all fours today and have the calories down - we just need to prove your hypothesis correct..."

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Perched atop a cliff that kisses the clouds, Logan’s mansion had once been less a home and more a statement—an architectural symphony of glass, stone, and unapologetic opulence. Sprawling across 30,000 square feet, the estate shimmers like a crown jewel, its infinity pools reflecting sunsets the color of molten gold. His helicopter landed softly on the private rooftop helipad, the sound of their descent cushioned by the whisper of the ocean below. Inside, marble hallways echo with the quiet hum of power—original artworks on the left, historical artifacts on the right, and lavish furniture decorating each room in indulgent silence. Logan, the billionaire magnate with a portfolio as wide as the horizon, stepped into his study now where he knew the man who had moved in almost a year ago, would be waiting. "Sorry I missed having lunch with you today, darling, I came back as quickly as I could," he apologized sincerely to probably the only person in the world to whom he spoke so sentimentally with, "Did you weigh in yet? How's my big boy doing?" he asked, walking up to Fallon and greeting him by rubbing his stomach. It was insane to think just how much their lives had changed so quickly. Less than a year ago, the other was nothing more than an intern; then after the discovery of the laptop and the agreement they made- it hadn't been long before their days and free-time from work were spent in lust-filled hazes of food and fucking. Logan was as dedicated to doing it properly as Fallon was, though, always making sure they tracked his young lovers calories, gains and activity to make sure they scaled his meals correctly to keep him gaining. He let out a long sigh before stepping away from the other and pouring himself a cognac from the ornate bar cart in the corner of his study, "The Japanese branch is launching better than expected," he informed the other, "But the Texas office is going to be the death of me," he sighed, taking a long sip of alcohol smoother and more expensive than any that most men would taste in their entire lives and he took his seat in his chair. A large, leather seat that was practically a throne, his legs naturally spreading as he looked over at the other with warm eyes, "I saw your message about needing my help with some research you were working on," he remembered, nodding slowly, "How can Daddy help his Pig?"

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Yeongyu was used to bodyguards. As the Crown Prince, they were a constant in his life, fluttering around him as far back as he could remember. Though he got to knew them, they came and went as and when the royal family saw fit; him only getting to know some of them more personally the older he got. There was Hyunwoo, the tallest he had ever seen, Kanghyun the one that always tried to wear burgundy ties and far more that had odd little quirks about them that made them stick out in Yeongyu's mind. The one that occupied most of his mind, however, was San. Only just older than the prince for their dynamic to feel more like friends or brothers than just clientele and protector, the two had been together for a good few years. Aptly named, the bodyguard's stature and uncompromising demeanour in public had made him a good fit for the future of the monarchy. Despite being taller than the man, it wasn't an understatement to say that Yeongyu hadn't felt safer in anyone else's care - and that was reflected in San's rank. The most personal, trusted bodyguard to the Crown Prince and the head of his subsequent security team, all down to their cordial and iron-tight working relationship. However, there was more to their dynamic that met the eye. For whatever started as hired muscle and Crown Prince, it had morphed into something that blurred far more lines than were safe as to not be compromised. It all happened out of the blue - an butterfly effect that wouldn't've happened had San not had to share Yeongyu's room one night when a hotel fucked over their reservations. It was nothing at first - just an extension of their day - until morning came, both hard as rocks, and a new, private, clause to San's employment was created. Yeongyu remembered that, though the following day was a day off intended to let them explore the city they were in, both instead spent the day fucking in his hotel room. From that day on, changes were made; Yeongyu insisted on having San housed in the same room as him whenever possible, discreet touches became a fun game of cat and mouse and, most of all, Yeongyu found a top willing to put up with his bratty, grandeur than life nature. That wasn't to say, however, that Yeongyu didn't enjoy - crave - being put into his place by San. In fact, there were many places he didn't mind being; in amongst the man's pits, worshipping his arms, his globular ass eclipsing his face, cock and balls big enough to spread out across the prince's face when soft, feet - and far many other choices. Yeongyu's absolute favourite, however, was being trapped between the man's gargantuan thighs, strong and corded, as he nuzzled against San's bulge - the tantalising prospect of what was hidden beneath the obscenely tight underwear so close yet so far. Yeongyu whined, as he always did, but it wasn't without his trademark smirk; hands taking root on San's waist as his own side shoulders accommodated his calves. "Come onnn, I've been a good boy today," the prince whined, only stopping to lay kisses against the bodyguard's thighs - in before he focused again on the bulge in front of him. "You said if I was good then you'd skip all this..." The curl of Yeongyu's lips betrayed whatever fantasy plot he played along with; both of them knew that neither had any intention of changing the prince's predicament. "Sannie..."

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Luca had grown nicely, Eden couldn't deny that. The boy had been earnest and resolute in upholding his side of their transaction; in the ten months since hey first started, Luca had gained just shy of 75lbs. His abs had long since turned into a rounded belly, distended and proudly overhanging with ease, thighs and ass had grown to a level that even Eden found enviable and, unsurprisingly of all, Luca's appetite and greed had reflected that of the animal they both referred to him as - a pig. The name was apt, too; not only was Luca unrecognisable when compared to where he had started but, also, if he kept the pace up, he'd fly past 100lbs gained before the first year was over. He had proven to be a project worth investing in and Eden was more than happy to part with any money Luca needed - both in his allowance and beyond - if it meant keeping his pig growing. Eden had also found that he had been right to be weary about developing feelings for Luca; though he tried his hardest, the boy had nestled his way into Eden's heart and was there to stay.

Falling hard for Luca and spending the last ten months with him mean that Eden had learnt a lot about the boy. He had clued in that there still remained a part of Luca who believed that Eden would up and leave at a moment's notice, leaving him fattened and entrenched in a lifestyle - though one he knew the younger thoroughly enjoyed - Luca had only ever embarked on for the older man. Acting on his feelings was hard; as much as Eden wanted Luca to know just how much the feeling was mutual, there was always a hesitation. What if Luca was just a good actor? What if he, like some in the past, was only using Eden for the endless stream of food he provided? Though he was sure Luca wasn't the type, Eden hadn't risen his company from nothing for not being cautious.

So, Eden did the next best thing. If he couldn't confess his feelings outright yet, he would do what he could. Noting Luca rarely asked for anything, no doubt in part due to hi fears, Eden sometimes organised days where he was Luca's plaything, a toy - a tool - to be used however the younger pleased. Eden found it exhilarating - never knowing just how dominant Luca would be, even with the encouragement to not hold back. Clad in a jockstrap, Eden sat on Luca's lap, powerful legs bracketing the boy's belly that pressed against his abs, the softness inviting but Eden dare not touching unless being given permission.

"How can I serve you, My Pig?" Eden asked, in awe of just how hot and commanding Luca was when he took control and properly and unashamedly went for what he wanted, being just as greedy in his desires as he was his appetite. "I'm yours to command..."

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Hadley knew he should've been shocked at just how fast and easy he had embraced his new lifestyle. Appalled, even, at the speed at which he had abandoned principles that her pillared his life just over six months ago. He could hear the disapproving voices of gym buddies, old teammates and secret admirers afar, wondering what the fuck ha happened in such a short amount of time. In just those six months, carefully curated abs had become a rounded stomach, overhang big enough to be noticeable but not quite large enough, his ass and thighs had exploded through the fabric of many pairs of jeans and underwear alike and his greed had become insatiable. Hadley knew he was supposed to be disgusted with himself and, yet, he wanted more. As much as he surmised what he should've thought, Hadley also knew that Hudson was the reason he craved more and had grown, both having encouraged each other to new heights of gluttony and, in turn, worshipping the other magnificently.

Their wardrobes had long since reflected their new lifestyle; jockstraps, briefs and boxers that were sizes too small for when they were at home and, if they ever had to go anywhere, tight compression shirts and lycra shorts that made them into walking spectacles. Hidden away in a small box, however, were mementos of their past lives - precious things they refused to part with for their sentiment; their college lettermans, high school prom suits, their matching suits they wore when their family was invited to high profile dinners and, naturally, their wrestling singlets. Hadley wasn't sure what possessed him to go through the box but, fishing the singlets out, he knew he had to show his twin. The joking way Hudson suggested they try them on had been funny at first - weirdly innocent in the sea of their hedonistic life that was so concerned with plunging themselves further into their fantasies. The moment they held the fabric up to their swollen stomachs, however, it all became carnal.

How either of them had managed to squeeze their comfortably obese bodies into the singlets that were skin tight when they were fit was a mystery. The royal blue material had been stretched to their white threads, their high school mascot of a bulldog ballooned over the wide expanses of their stomachs and the leg holes cut into their puffy - yet still powerful - thighs. "Holy shit Huds," Hadey breathed, taking in the feast of a sight that was his twin lover in the obscene clothing. "Really shows off how fat you've gotten." Pressing his brother against the wall, he leaned in the best he could to kiss Hudson, their bellies separating them deliciously. "Shows that your bulge is mostly fatpad now, tubbs," he continued, hands caressing the sides of Hudson's gut as it squished against his own. "Think we need a celebratory feeding?"

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"Look what you've fucking done to me. I'm a monster. A monster of a pig and it's all your fault. Can't keep your hands off me, huh? Destroyed my abs just so you could have a soft gut to fuck. Go on, get hard for me - you'll know all you're good for is fucking me as I overeat.."

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Eden watched Luca with fascination. In all the meetings they had arranged, all the messages they had sent, the younger boy had promised he'd do his best to get right into the fantasy of it - something about making sure Eden got his money's worth. For the most part, the older man had disregarded it as facts or promises. He, more than anyone, knew that what could be said away from the hypothetical scenarios were just that: words. Actions were different and to see Luca get into the act, to hear him say such filthy things, it made Eden harder than a rock. Hell, the boy had promised a number on a scale that would ruin him irrevocably, the perfect, sculpted body that sat in his lap being fattened beyond repair - and, yet, Eden believed him. For however much Luca had danced around the subject when they spoke before, he fully leapt into the thick of it, already blurring the lines between what he had been willing to do before and what he was doing in the moment.

The older man bit back a smirk at the way Luca so sinfully moaned. That had always been one of Eden's favourite tricks, one of the ways to get guys to push their limits to ways they didn't know how: equating pleasure with food. It was early days for Luca, sure, but the sounds that came from the boys mouth as he was kissed and jerked off, touched and caressed in all the tender ways as he ate away as if he hadn't even seen food before told Eden more than anything Luca himself could. It told him, inevitably, that the four-hundred pound goal was reachable, attainable and Luca was sure to be on his way to steam fire his way there. "Good thing my cock's only yours, huh?" Eden managed to stammer out in a moment of weakness, the realisation that the shy, docile and eager-to-please boy that he had met over and over again was transforming (or, perhaps morphing) into just what he had wanted him to be. "Only allowed for good, greedy pigs."

Eden met unfaltering eyes with an easy, yet determined, stare, eagerly replacing food upon food until every single thing in the ridiculously sized bag Luca had brought up. If he wasn't hard before, talk of Luca not wanting to stop despite how full he was, the admission of being a greedy pig, had brought the businessman to full mast. In a way that matched the desperation that had slowly seeped into Luca's voice, the tidings of the boy realising that this was his true destiny at the end of the day, Eden's voice took on a darker tone. The hand that had been frotting their cocks together carried on doing so, perhaps rougher than before and with more of an emphasis on the younger's piece. The other, still on Luca's ass no matter how much he had gyrated his hips, gripped the skin a little tighter, rougher, as if he himself was marking Luca as his. "My pig," He agreed, a quick kiss to Luca's lips, pulling them away with his teeth as he looked up. "My greedy, greedy, pig." His hand squeezed at Luca's ass, half taking stock at what it felt like at the boy's most muscular, memorising it before it'd never be an option again, and half fantasising just what it'd become. "And to think you weren't sure you could do this." Now, it was Eden's turn to start gyrating; rolling his own hips to overpower Luca's, forcing the younger boy to submit in the subdued way of fullness and satiation. "But this is what you were meant to be, huh?" Eden continued hotly, a darkness almost glazing over his eyes that was a matching set to Luca's own haze. It felt fucking amazing to get what he had wanted after so long and Luca was, truly and honestly, the perfect person for it.

"Not Luca, who's getting sports scholarships," He continued, manoeuvring and easing Luca onto his back on the mattress, swiping away at the copious wrappers, cans and bottles of things long since packed away in the jock's stomach. "My Pig, who just can't help himself but be greedy - can't help himself to make Daddy happy by how big he's getting." Leaning over Luca, both hands splayed on either side of the boy's head, Eden kissed him hungrily again, cock rutting against his thighs. "Gonna make you big enough that when you go for those meetings about your scholarship, they're gonna fuckin' doubt it -" His kisses began to trail across Luca's jaw, unrelenting and uncompromising. "- Make you go in a tight shirt too - not let you, fuck, hide a single thing." Eden continued to kiss away, muttering dark and dirty things between each one as his cock continued to jut into the boy's muscular thighs, almost as if it were marking them for when they'd inevitably change for good. Once he was satisfied, he had riled them both up, Eden repositioned. Ass over Luca's face, he leant forward and began to rub at the boy's bloated stomach, an odd softness to it at first that contrasted with everything he had said - everything he had done. In truth, he wanted to savour the moment, take it in as what it was: the first step in their new dynamic.

"You ready baby boy?" He asked, spreading his legs slightly to begin dropping his ass onto Luca's face. "Gonna get your real dessert now, m'kay Pig?" Not letting the other reply, Eden plunged his the two globular cheeks he called an ass onto Luca's face, letting it settle as one hand snaked to slowly (some would say torturously) pump Luca's cock. "To think, this'll be the smallest you'll ever be..."

There had been a brief, frightening moment where Luca feared he might have broken a rule too soon or too sacred and the entire arrangement might come crashing around his ears before he'd even had a chance to experience it. But the moment was fleeting and left as soon as Eden had shot him one of his signature million-dollar smirks and though they'd only known each other a short while, Luca already had a good feel of what the other's reactions meant. Sitting on Eden's lap felt almost unnaturally comfortable- being in Eden's presence alone seemed to allow him to lower so many guards and defenses and also not worry about so many things- he could just be a boy. He could just think about eating food and making his new lover happy- not about bills or places to sleep or his future or anything else and that was a relief on a level so deep, it bordered on spiritual.

The other's reply to his question about getting to always have a spot on his lap had also made him so happy it had encouraged him to shamelessly tear into the second meal. Sure, there might come a time where he'd be too big to straddle even a muscle-god like Eden, but he hoped the the other would still find work-arounds and ways to hold him close. He blushed deeply and smiled sheepishly at the other teasing him about being a pig already, his smile faltering into a look of pleasure as Eden's familiar hands found his ass. This was natural for the other to do- from the first time they'd hooked up, Eden had not been shy about his obsession with Luca's body- especially areas that would end up getting the biggest, like his ass. He couldn't help the moan when Eden took a hold of his own cock and they stroked each other while he ate and while the older man's free hand continued to play with his ass. God- eating had never felt so sinfully good and if this was what mealtimes were going to be like from now on, then Luca would be shy to admit it out loud but he could definitely see himself getting addicted to both Eden's food and his sex.

"Your cock," Luca found himself correcting before he even thought it through, the act making his nervous blush return and he stuffed his face with more food in an attempt to hide it. He still couldn't be sure how much of this was just business for Eden, how much of this was purely transactional and how much was shared feelings. Luca whimpered a little as Eden moved in closer and started kissing along his jaw- it would definitely take him a while to get used to having somebody as irrevocably handsome as the other just making moves on him and he let out a deep moan at the other's words, "Promise? A-and you'll cum all over my big, full gut too?" he asked, mouth half-full with the last bite of his meal and in a smooth move- the other readjusted them, his hold on Eden's cock also being gently released and he found food being placed in both his hands and without thinking, he looked Eden directly in the eyes and opened his mouth in the most erotic way before immediately filling it with more food unfalteringly as he listened to him obediently.

It was astonishing that he'd already finished not one, but two other meals that would have been more than enough for a normal human to handle. He nodded as Eden spoke and without meaning to or realizing it, he'd already started eating faster, his hips rutting forwards into the taller man's hold. "Greedy pig," he moaned between bites, "That's what I am, Daddy-" he said hotly, eating at a monstrous pace now and yet not wasting any part of the meal or letting any of it spill past his mouth and chin, no drop, crumb or morsel wasted, "I can already feel myself getting bigger," he admitted, "I've never felt so full ... b-but I'm not stopping ..." he said honestly and it sounded like he was surprised with himself. It was mind blowing going from having to sometimes worry about whether he would eat at all to now being fed more food than should be humanly possible for a single person to consume, "Keep feeding me, Daddy," he said breathlessly as he reached the finish of the food in his hands and sure enough he found even more replacing it and this time he didn't even notice what the food was- it didn't matter, it was all fatty and delicious; all of it was gluttonous and luscious and all of it seemed to ignite a side of Luca that he didn't know he had - that he'd never been able to even know that he had. "M'not Luca anymore," he said in the heat of lust and glutton, his hips never slowing in their gyration this entire time either as he polished every last thing that Eden had in the food bag, feeling so stretched and full now that he almost couldn't see or think straight, "Pig- want you to call me your Pig ... Daddy's Pig."

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Fallon knew he was lucky, knew he couldn't blow his shot. Logan's company, august and prestigious, was infamous for scarcely taking interns on. Though the reason was often hidden away behind nicety's of trying hard, thousands of business students annually had their dreams crushed for interning for the business mogul - mourning the foot in the door that'd set them up for life. Logan Carlton was as much of a titan in the business world as he was in real life - which was why Fallon was shocked that he had been chosen to work under the man. Resolute not to waste the opportunity - ignoring the man's oozing sex appeal - Fallon had taken the role by the horns with the grit and determination to show why he was projected to graduate with top honours.

For the first few weeks, perhaps a month or two, everything was going well; he had dazzled the team he had been placed in, gained so much knowledge that rivalled whatever business school had taught him and, most importantly and impressively in his opinion, he had joined Logan's inner-circle. And from that, somehow, the Logan Carlton had begun to flirt with him.

Everything had been going so well - until he had fucked up. Or, so he had thought.

Fallon had convinced himself that he'd be fired that day, maybe even blacklisted, for leaving his personal laptop in Logan's office one night after one of their late evening rendezvous that had grown increasingly common. Though perhaps innocent enough, the snap decision of leaving it there without a password to protect it had been one that Fallon had shot himself in the foot for, only realising just how likely it was that Logan's curiosity would be piqued. On that laptop itself, not only were there admissions to just how carnally Fallon wanted Logan - how he wished the older man would take him wherever he pleased and as frequently as he needed to drain his balls - but also the admission of a desire that was buried deep within Fallon. For years, the younger had maintained a trim figure - small, but strong. What he really wanted, his true goal that fuelled very fibre of his being, was to get unrecognisably massive with fat. And he wanted Logan to be the cause of it. When he had been called in early the next morning for a private meeting with the older man, Fallon was sure he had botched the chances of the company ever hiring more interns.

Until the opposite happened.

Logan didn't fire him, nor did he blacklist him from the industry. Fallon stopped being an intern, true, but only because he had become Logan's PA - desk moved to share the man's office space and schedules intertwined. The older man did none of the things Fallon had expected him to and had, instead, agreed eagerly. Four months on and Fallon had gained fifty pounds, wrecked his abs to the point of no return with a soft, growing overhang, had moved into Logan's mansion and spent his days at work either stuffing himself or servicing his now lover. It was heaven and something Fallon had never expected to achieve.

Sometimes, like today, the two of them combined Fallon's two daily routines and made a gluttonous display of ravishing Logan. Today, Fallon found himself under the big, oak meeting table where Logan held the most crucial and important conferences. The meeting room where Fallon had only found himself in when Logan was forced to make Fallon pretend to be a true PA, not their bastardization of the role. Clad in a too tight dress shirt with the buttons straining - the rule being he wasn't allowed to move up a size until the buttons popped, even if the fabric ripped and tore - he was on his hands and knees at Logan's feet. Next to them were two tubs of ice cream big enough for the older to place the underside of his feet in and full to the brim, long since melted. The instruction was simple; consume all the melted ice cream - and weight gain powder, if Fallon knew Logan - from the CEO's feet and then, and only then, could he choke on the older's gargantuan balls and nuzzle against his balls. And Fallon was to do this, of course, as Logan conducted an important meeting.

Smiling shyly up at the man, always transfixed on his adonian beauty, Fallon bit his lip. "Do I need to wait for everyone to get here?" He asked, knowing entirely what the answer would be. "I wanna be Daddy's Pig now."

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It wasn't often that Alfie was the one late from the day's activities and routines. Since college ended early and, when at the company he came home with Alexander, ever since he moved into the CEO's mansion from the college dorms, it was usually him who was waiting. Often with orders, too. Sometimes they were the boring, practical ones like taking out the trash or seeing the maid in - little things that bled domesticity into the life he was fully prepare to embark on with Alexander. Other times they were carnal; be head down and ass up on the couch that looked out onto the city, set up the webcam from the third office for some video sex to tide them both over or, and perhaps the jock's favourite, be at the door waiting to service Alexander as soon as he stepped in. Today, however, football practice had overran and the coach had invited the team for some discreet beers at the campus bar.

Coming through the door, Alfie was shocked to see most of the mansion's lights were off. Though the brightness of the outside's façade told him that his older lover was home, the spots Alexander would usually frequent yielded no results, empty without the hulking mass of a man. Unbothered, figuring Alexander could've been on one of the pesky online meetings that the corporate world loved, Alfie changed into the attire he and Alexander near only wore at home.

At some point, a tight red jockstrap and matching thigh high socks had become the only thing either of them wore when in the privacy of Alexander's mansion. It'd first started with Alfie trying to rile up the older man, then it became the norm as it was added to the list of orders and, eventually, Alexander had followed suit, making it their thing. Although it had begun with fully carnal intentions in mind, Alfie had grown to love it on the account that it meant he could show off for the businessman. And, if nothing else, it felt fucking amazing to have his bulge bursting freely in front of his thick thighs, arms and pecs free from their material jail.

Finding Alexander had been trickier than Alfie had anticipated. The older man wasn't in his office, where he usually was when work bled into their home lives, nor the home gym, indoor pool, the outdoor pool, the sauna - not even the balcony. Trying the bedroom as a last resort, Alfie never would've expected the sight before him. As big as Alexander was in the business world, he was just as big in real life. The redhead was no stranger to the man's thick body, gargantuan cock and ass that put most bottoms to shame but the sight of Alexander on his hands and knees on the bed, clad in a red lingerie piece the jock didn't recognise, facing a way so that he was greeting his younger lover with his ass, made Alfie sure his jockstrap's pouch would rip under the quick pressure of his erection.

He stood there for a second, dumbfounded, before his signature dopey grin settled on his face. Wasting no time in walking over and running his hands across Alexander's globular ass cheeks, appreciating both the softness and firmness the corded muscle had, Alfie had both a light squeeze. "Is this for me?" He asked dumbly, not letting Alexander finish before sitting in front of him, spreading his own legs so they were on either side of Alexander, his heavy bulge sitting pretty in front of his lovers face. "My reward for being a good boy?"

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Keaton had always been larger than life, so much so it became synonymous with his identity. From being the class clown at elementary school to dwarfing his peers at high school, the jock was large and in charge at every possible point in time. At college, it was no different. AN easy pledge for most frat houses and a love call waiting to happen at the various sports teams on campus, anyone who knew Keaton was unsurprised to see him quickly unveiled as the newest star quarterback and among the college's newest golden boys. As many would concede, it was just right for him in every sense of the word.

With being larger than life, however, came the insatiable greed for more. And, usually, Keaton got more; more guys eager for the chance to hook-up with him (girls too, if he got desperate for some ass to sink his cock into), the best clothes he could obtain - the best accommodation campus had to offer. Everything. If people didn't drop at his feet to pay for such expenses, they were offering what they had. It was surreal, sure, but Keaton had long since learned to not complain. One thing he had sorely been unable to have more of was himself. Not in a narcissistic way, though nobody would blame him, nor more height to his god-among-men-form, but in his mass. For as long as Keaton could remember, he had pushed the desire to get huge with fat from his mind, suffocating it with Adonian muscles and being the heaven-sent jock. Every time his depraved mind thought above caving and gorging on an obscene amount of calories, Keaton would ignore it, go to the gym and work away the pent up, viscerally growing need. In reality, when he looked deep inside himself and weighed up his life, he knew the natural progression of his life would see him become immense - fully giving in to the desires that plagued him.

He never thought he'd find someone to help him with his destiny, not accelerate it so much sooner in his life, until he met Coach Nathan. The brains behind the football team's brawn, Keaton and the man had clicked from the very get-go. At first, there was nothing to suggest that the two of them would engage in the coy game of Keaton's growth - the innocent things they'd say amongst others and, in private, the more daring and raunchy they got as they blurred the line between faculty and student. For months it had just been that - a simple case of a student and a coach crossing into territory that had ruined so many lives before them, all talk and never physical - until, one day, it wasn't. Nothing was suspicious at first until, eventually, during one of his bulking stages, Keaton had noticed the man's lingering stare on his thicker body. It was easy to ignore it at first - pinning it to Nathan evaluating any changes with consideration to the team - but, as the weeks went by and the gazes turned into fleeting touches, Keaton knew there was more at hand.

Coach had been the one to initiate it; after Keaton had firmly decided that the older's behaviour was beyond the realm of coincidence, noticing just how dirtier their private rapport got when he bulked, he himself had begun to play his own game. Whether that was eating around the guy, dropping hints at how much he had packed away or making a slob of himself during away games, Keaton did it all under the watchful eye of the older man. Nathan had confronted him, of course, carnal desires had been shared and their new dynamic was a go.

That had been three months ago and now, after feedings and small bloats here and there, they were to begin on the true fattening of Keaton - all under the guise of a 'bulk.' The guise of it was all was the easy part; as the college team rose through the leagues, bulking was needed to accommodate the larger opponents they faced. The hard part - parts, really - was not blowing their cover and leaning into the fattening amongst everyone else. They had a few near misses here and there, wanting to reveal it out of a need to indulge in each other, unable to wait until they were in private, but they had ultimately made it to Friday evening.

Alone in Nathan's office adjoined to the locker-room, the two of them were finally able to get their fantasy kickstarted. Clad in a jockstrap, abs softened enough to no longer be overtly visible, Keaton grinned dumbly at the older man. "How much do I need to bulk up, Coach?" He asked, playing into the fantasy they had chosen of the pretence of a bulk. His eyes flickered to Nathan's desk, overflowing with fattening good and drink that he was expected to pack away, not missing a single crumb or drop. "That all for me?"

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❝ Listen up, fatty. You're done eating when I say you're done eating. You're gonna keep stuffing that fucking face of yours until I want you to stop. Yeah, you used to have a body like mine but not anymore- not since you got wifed up and decided to let yourself go, piggy. C'mon ... you've only had one family sized meal so far - I'm not even fucking hard yet. What's the point of me keeping you around if you're not even gonna get me off?... There you go, that's what I thought, that's a good boy - moan while you eat it, I know you want to, I know how much being a fucking whale makes you happy - such a degenerate little slut. Yeah ... oh fuck, you're eating so much, so fast ... Fuck, I love how your lips wrap around it ... Huh? You wanna ride it while you eat? You want both your favorite things at the same time? You're such a fucking glutton ... fine then, bring that fat ass of yours over here. ❞

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Though a little too lost in the unrivalled pleasure that came with worshipping every inch of Alexander, the redhead didn't miss the way that nobody at the vast oaken table questioned anything. Guessing what thoughts were running through his lover's head, Alfie smirked against the businessman's feet as his darish, sylvan actions were rewarded with Alexander matching his rhythm. Alfie welcomed it with his own stifled moans - quiet enough for nobody to hear but just loud enough for Alexander to feel the vibrations against his soles. His heart fluttered at his victory of the older man stumbling over his words and took his reward in his stride. Having eagerly maneuvered himself onto his back to fully immerse himself, it should've been hard to see Alexander's hand wrap around his cock past the man's feet and thighs but Alfie hadn't been selected as team captain of his college's football team for no reason.

In a swift motion, Alfie sat himself up and shuffled forwards, becoming eye level with Alexander's gargantuan cock. He stayed there for a second, just watching in adoration, knowing that Alexander was so far gone caring that he couldn't help but stroke his cock no matter the ramifications. It was exactly the effect Alfie had intended so why shouldn't he indulge in the sight of it? The only reason he stopped, in fact, was because he still wanted the upper-hand on his boyfriend. Their tugs-of-war for dominance never lasted long - Alfie enjoyed the older man's alpha presence far too much to always contest it - but the redhead liked to think he could put up a good fight. Making Alexander falter in the position he was known for being stalwart in was just one of the battles the jock engaged in often. Taking a familiar place on his knees, Alfie batted the CEO's hand away, first replacing it with his own, tongue scraping from base to tip. The familiar, coveted taste of Alexander's load was any and all incentive Alfie needed to throat the man's cock as far as he could, one hand finding place on the businessman's thighs whilst the other worked at massaging his balls. Skilful in his deepthroating skills, the only indication he had begun his finale was a slight breath - a hitch as he prepared himself. Everything about Alexander was huge and that was one of the things that drew Alfie in deeper; he could forgo his own need to appear larger than life if it meant bagging one of the biggest men (both physically and reputationally) around. Alfie knew his actions wouldn't be without some ramifications down the line, not that he cared, and the hand that snaked into his hair, taking hold in his mess of red hair, only confirmed that. Cheekily, Alfie looked up to meet Alexander's eyes, taking his cock out of his mouth with a small 'pop' and gently smacking it on his cheek and tongue before getting back to work. God it felt good to be a tease.

Alfie had no idea how long he had been sucking away on his lover's cock - the hand in his hair not giving any indication. Maybe there had been a slight tighten at the first orgasm - not that Alfie knew. By the second, there was nothing. The business jargon spoken in the room had long since blurred together for the jock, his brain half-trying to sift through days of college lectures to find the meanings of key terms and half-giving up, focusing more on the task at hand. A tug to his hair, however, brought him back to reality. Glancing around underneath the table, Alfie saw that no other pairs of legs were there - only the two tree-trunks Alexander called legs. Letting the older man adjust his chair so the two could share eye contact, the redhead let an easy, goofy smirk settle on his face. "Four loads under the table," he said, letting Alexander's cock cover half of his face as he looked up. "A new record, right Daddy?"

Alexander let out another quiet, but genuine laugh, "Don't tempt me," he responded sweetly at the other's playful taunts and was about to say something further but let it slide, humming happily as Alfie seemingly couldn't wait to keep kissing him. He panted softly as the other's hands groped him through his designer suit- Alexander commanded a level of deep respect in the outside world, one that meant the closest anybody came to touching him was via a handshake. He didn't care for people even being near him- but, as with many things, Alfie had made himself into Alexander's only exception and the body builder-esque billionaire frequently found himself giving the other free reign to do as he pleased with his body and the red-head never wasted the opportunity. He couldn't deny the extra layers of pleasure added to their tryst as the other fondled his pecs.

The mock salute made Alexander chuckle once more, "Alfie," he tutted, shaking his head slightly as he continued to laugh. Joy- that was all he felt whenever he spent time with the other. In a lifetime of grey monotony, business and papers, money and power- Alfie was a burst of technicolor. He didn't know how the younger male did it, and he didn't care to know the specifics, but the other started doing that thing with his hips that felt so intensely good immediately that he almost choked on his own sudden moan. Then came the dirty talk, Alfie saying the most sinful things that cut to the heart of Alexander's deepest vices and desires, massaging his ego as he worked his cock in a way nobody else ever had, or ever could.

Alexander wrapped his powerful arms around the shorter male's torso, one hand going lower to grab a fist-full of his ass while the other hand reached up to find a fist-full of his signature red hair - one of Alexander's silent signals that he was getting ready to blow his load and he held the other still and took full control of their movements as he powerfully pumped up inside the other's blissful heat and moaned his name as his orgasm hit and he began to fill the other. He eased his hold just enough to allow Alfie to find his lips once more and they made out in the haze of his intense orgasm, Alexander's lips curled into a slight smile the entire time they kissed. Somehow, Alfie was so well versed in their sex that the other knew when he had spent his last drop and was moving to his feet. A secret about Alexander was that after fucking Alfie, the other was usually a bit useless for a good couple minutes; he was at his most joyful and easiest to manipulate and that multi-million dollar mind of his seemed to think about nothing but the beautiful red head, "Let's go on a trip somewhere," he murmured, holding Alfie's waist as the other fixed his hair and neatened his clothing up some, "So I can fuck you all day every day."

He didn't get a chance to hear the other's answer, and as his seat was pulled forward to tuck under the table, concealing his still freed and hard cock as well as his bare feet and, most of all, his naked and clearly fucked intern, there was a knock at the board room door and it was as if a switch was flipped and Alexander returned to being Alexander, business mogul and the sharpest economic mind in the country. He greeted and confirmed they could resume the meeting and the others filed back in to their seats, none the wiser. Alexander began to speak again but found himself stumbling on his words and even jumping a little in his seat when his foot was suddenly being massaged and adored by the man beneath the table and he cleared his throat intensely to try to cover it up. A number of attendees looked at him and even one another in confusion at his falter but he continued more strongly than before, simply brute forcing his way past the moment. God he loved the feeling of the other worshipping his feet and despite the disruption he'd caused, Alexander made no move to stop Alfie from continuing, in fact, he moved his feet in rhythm with the other's movements and even snuck a hand under the desk to stroke himself slowly while other had begun speaking in the meeting and the focus wasn't solely on him. Honestly, part of him considered firing everyone in the room for being naive and daft not to notice what was happening right under their nose and he made a mental note to re-review each and every one of their performances and eye-for-detail in regards to their positions later. But for right now, he was pretending like he gave a fuck about forecasted figures and projected changes while lost completely in pleasure, still silently reeling in his orgasmic haze and enjoying everything Alfie was continuing to do.

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ALEXANDER: This meeting has been going for nearly two hours and all I can think about is how pretty you looked when i railed you in the shower this morning ... ALEXANDER: The meeting ends in five. I want you in my office by the time I get to it and ... you know how I want you waiting for me.

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I love compression tees 🐷

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Marco could only nod and whimper and moan breathily at Josh's accusation; he had been wanting it, when he really thought of it. Why else would he had plotted a way to take Josh up on his proverbial dick sucking if not to just have the chance to do so? The admission, however, that Josh had been of a similar mind was all Marco needed to throw what little abandon he had left in his mind to the wind. He didn't give a shit about what the future held for them; he was far more concerned with having his best friend wrapped around his little finger.

The boy bit back a smirk at Josh's lack of true awareness of what he had said, meeting his lips in the kiss as he let the other boy manhandle him however he wanted. God, he had heard of the ways Josh said he fucked people and knew how much of a machine he could be but the real thing, unfiltered and raw in its lust, was far better than any of the fantasies Marco had concocted in his head. Wistfully, Marco couldn't help but think they were perfect for each other; his fat ass for Josh's monster cock. If the way he kept up with his best friend's libido and intensity didn't confirm it, the way he tried to fight back against Josh's hard grip to continue bouncing on his cock certainly did.

The jackhammering of hips to ass was intense and Marco was sure not many could withstand it. He could, however, and he took pleasure in that, smirking at his best friend as he laced a hand into his hair, pulling his head back to give him another kiss. "You're gonna what?" He breathed, pseudo-cocky persona faltering under the sheer amount of pleasure he was inundated with. "Gonna fill me up? Dump your load in me? Breed me like your bitch?" Marco couldn't stop the babble of his words, truly letting months of fantasy spill from his lips like he was a horny virgin. "Do it bro- baby."

Even when the telltale signs of Josh letting go once being given permission - the erratic bucking of his hips, the blissed out look on his face and the warmth that Marco was sure he needed to become accustomed to - the other boy continued to rock his hips, gyrating them to ensure that Josh felt the maximum pleasure possible. When it was done, both of them breathing heavy, Marco looked behind him to survey the TV screen. Though both of them had long since abandoned the call Josh had been on, it seemed his friends had listened it. Whether or not that was a good thing, Marco was unsure, but it made him laugh nonetheless that they had been laid witness to Josh purposefully throwing the game to fuck his best friend. Turning back, arms looping lazily around Josh's neck, Marco stole a quick kiss. "Well that's a new piece of lore unlocked for you and your friends," he laughed, one hand running through Josh's hair. "Something tells me you don't care, though."

A smugness crept into Marco's hand as he brought one Josh's hands to his own cock, still full masting and twitching at the first touch of the boy's rough hands on it. "Better return to the favour, bro."

Josh was a completely different man right now- the other had been skillfully edging him this entire time and now he was running on the primal need to breed his best friend. He wasn't thinking anything through- in fact, he wasn't thinking about anything except what was happening moment to moment. The minute Marco started to slowly bounce on his cock he felt his entire body tense at the overwhelming pleasure, "Ungh... You feel ... so good, Marco ... so tight," he breathed, "Yeah, baby, just like that ... keep bouncing ..." squeezing his hold on the other's ass even tighter, keeping them parted as he slid between them, letting Marco keep control of the pace for now. He grinned at the other's comment, "You've been wanting this, haven't you?" he licked his lips, "Can't say I haven't jerked off thinking about the same thing," he admitted.

Marco hadn't really come out to him, despite him having an inkling about his sexuality, and Josh had not yet told the other that he was decidedly bisexual but the two had been dancing along the blurred lines of friendship and something more since they'd met. All those ass smacks, the compliments to each other's body, the lingering glances, the shameless flirting, Josh's small tokens of affection - it was crazy to think that his screaming at a video game had been the thing to finally push them over the edge.

The other thing that Marco did that kept him running high were the other's kisses. As if his body alone wasn't enough, the other seemed to never let a few moments go without showing him sweet affection and something about that made his heart flutter. His eyes fell closed as the other kissed along his jaw, letting out a surprised but pleased hum when their lips connected and he melted into the kiss. There was something deeply intimate about the kiss that he chased after, reciprocating every emotion he felt from his best friend. He wasn't thinking about what this giant step over the line of friendship would mean for them now, all he could think about was how addictive the other was, how he never wanted to stop kissing and fucking him.

When their kiss broke, he started manhandling Marco a little more, controlling the movements of his hips by making him bounce a little harder. "Huh?" he asked stupidly, not knowing what the other was talking about for a second before he processed it, "And I'd do it again," he smirked, leaning up and capturing Marco's lips again. After they made out some more, Josh began holding Marco's hips in place as he started to erratically fuck him, his hips jackhammering upwards as he fucked him in earnest now. "Fuck, baby, I'm close, I'm gonna ..."