Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2024 16:57:51 +0200
From: GRAEME PATERSON <fatboy71@gmx.com>
Subject: Fatboy71 - 2

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 -- 2

When we left Jon last, he was on a night out in Soho, and he has just met
up, unfortunately for him, with the head of the finance group from his work
with the Civil Service. He doesn't like this man...

So. Jonny, this is a surprise! What brings a twink like you to the Kings
Arms? As if I didn't already know -- ha! You like fatties like this tub of
lard, don't you? With that, he grabbed his friend's substantial gut and
gave it a shake. The hem of his shirt rolled up, leaving a large portion of
his belly on display. He made no effort to pul the shirt down again.
There's no point in denying it -- we've seen your kink profiles!
Skinnyboi2000. You really should be more careful about posting your plans
for the evening on grommr and recon! Whether you want to or not, you ARE
coming home with us, Jonny. NOW, you little slut -- move that pretty little
ass!!! With that, he slapped Jon's butt.

In the cab, Jon tried to reason with his "captor." Mr Wilson, please can
you call me Jon, or at least Jonathan? I detest Jonny -- I had a teacher at
(George) Heriot's who called me that. His name was Wilson as well,
curiously enough...

Mr. Wilson smirked. Yes, I know. He is my brother. He spotted you as a
little faggot in your first year at school. No, I will continue with
Jonny. It debases you, just like I call Christopher here, Chrissy!

At that, the cab pulled up outside a McDonald's. Right, boys, time to eat!

Jonny said, "I'm not hungry, Mr Wilson."

I don't care, skinnyboi2000! I want you to eat, so eat you will! Do you
think Chrissy got to that size by just eating when he wanted? No! He ate
what and when I told him. However, it's only the first night, so I'll go
easy on you! By the way, you can call me Master from now on, no
exceptions. Pay the driver, Chrissy.

Once in the restaurant, Master Andrew went straight to the counter and
ordered six supersized meals with milkshakes. He had a quiet word with the
server and sat down. In due course, the meals were delivered. The server
said, "right, two for the faggot, and four for the pig!"

As Jonny's jaw dropped, Chrissy spoke for the first time. His voice was
high-pitched and ridiculously camp for a man his size. "Jonny, dear, just
get fired in and don't think about it. You will be amazed how much you can
fit in your stomach if you keep shovelling! He won't let you leave until
you have finished everything..." With that, he grabbed his first portion of
fries and tipped them into his waiting mouth. Jonny took the advice on
board and followed by example. Trying to keep up with Chrissy was admirable
but unsuccessful! He managed to get it all in, though, and let rip an
enormously loud belch. Completely stuffed and bloated, Jonny's abs had
disappeared.

Master Andrew sat back with a satisfied grin. Chrissy told Jonny to rub his
tummy very gently to aid his digestion. He did and was pleasantly surprised
to find that it worked, although it released another monster burp.

Master Andrew led them out, and Jon found the cool night air relaxing. A
sharp wolf whistle broke his reverie, and a black cab appeared. Master gave
the address, and they headed for home. Again, Chrissy paid after being
instructed to do so. When they got inside, Chrissy stripped to naked,
revealing a massive fupa, which practically enveloped what had once been a
respectable 8 inch cock. Jonny followed Chrissy's lead and stripped his
clothes, too. Folding them neatly, he placed them in a pile on the floor,
with his shoes on the top. From his armchair, Master beckoned his new boi
to stand in front of him. Wordlessly, he directed Jonny to turn around. He
grabbed Jonny's cock and weighing it in his hand, opened a drawer beside
him and pulled out a silicon cage. It happened so quickly that Jonny was
unaware of what had occurred. To add to the indignity, it was a very girly
pink. "Knees." As he knelt, Jon felt a heavy, cold sensation round his
neck, followed by the unmistakable click of a large padlock.

"Chrissy, get yourself and the boi some ice cream. Same thing as Maccy
D's!"

Jonny was slightly puzzled by this until Chrissy came back with six pints
of Ben & Jerry's. Sitting on the floor and gesturing to Jonny to do the
same, he passed over two cartons to him, with a spoon. Keeping four for
himself, he said, "it gets easier as it softens. You can start to drink
it!" He winked and tore open the first container. It was then that Jonny
noticed that Chrissy had a similar chain round his much fatter neck.

Jon decided that he really needed to try and get some alone time with his
fat friend...

*****

To be continued

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