C.E.O Piggy

⇠Stuffed Crust⇢

Forming two fists at his sides, Christopher exhaled softly, his gaze returning to the abandoned pizza box by the door. "I would be happy to help you, sir, do you still want your lunch?" He questioned.

"I have meetings Christopher; I don't have time for lunch," I argued, sitting back in my chair.

"You still have time to eat before your meetings, we can push them back an hour that way you don't have to rush." Christopher urged, grabbing the box, and then setting it on the desk.

"You have been extra pushy with my meals; do you have a secret agenda against me, Christopher?" I questioned, watching him for a few minutes.

"No, of course, not sir, just want to make sure you're properly taken care of. You did hire me to assist you." Christopher lied smoothly.

"If I didn't know any better it would seem you are trying to fatten me up." I stated, "I need to cut back on the carbs, bring me my usual." I ordered flicking my wrist toward him.

"You know that won't fill you sir; I don't see any difference in your appearance. It's only a few pounds sir, it's always nice to indulge now and again." He cooed, opened the box, plated a large slice, and scooted the plate toward me.

Against my better judgment, I slowly picked up the plate and took a few large bites of the first piece, sauce smearing across my cheeks and chin. Flavor exploded in my mouth as I moaned softly shoving a few more large bites into my mouth. Christopher watched for a few minutes, before scrambling around the desk while I shoveled the rest of the slice into my mouth. Burping softly, Christopher quickly plated another slice, watching me pause for a few moments, eyes flicking up toward him. Then back down at my stomach, the buttons were already straining to stay together, especially the middle button stretched across my stomach. The tightness sent waves of pleasure through my body; Christopher slowly circled the button with his finger a wide grin appearing on his face. God, that smile. The smile on Christopher's face made the pain and tightness seem even more excitable, the urge to pack my stomach to its limits just to see that smile on Christopher's face took over logic as I shoveled the second slice into my mouth, cheeks puffy from food. Watching me for a few minutes, Christopher placed a hand on my stomach, causing me to jump slightly. Heat formed on my cheeks as his hands traveled down to either side of my stomach, slowly digging his fingers into the flesh. Sensations sparked through my body, making me moan, Christopher's soft hands against my stomach caused my dick to twitch while shoving the rest of the slice into my already puffy cheeks. Panting softly, I leaned my head against the back of my chair.

"You're not full already are you, sir?" Christopher asked. "I know you can stuff more into this stomach, how about another slice?" He quizzed, reaching for another large slice and holding it up to my greasy lips.

Gulping down some air, I slowly opened my mouth while Christopher fed me. It took me longer to finish the third slice than the other two, whining softly I swallowed the last of the pizza burping softly, this continued for another ten minutes until the pizza was consumed. My stomach pushed against my white dress shirt tightly, forcing the fabric to ride up slightly, revealing a good inch of white flesh. Christopher dragged his finger along the exposed flesh causing me to whine, smirking the younger male slowly pulled the tight fabric above the curve of my stomach trailing his lips down my taut belly. Moaning, I squeezed my eyes shut, digging my nails into my armrest.

"You did such a good job my little piggy," Christopher praised.

"P-P-Piggy?" I panted.

"Look at you, bloated and round from all the food you consumed. Your shirt isn't going to be able to contain this large mound of flesh much longer if you keep overeating Blake." He teased.

"Y-You'd like that wouldn't you, me stuffing my belly so tight I burst a button in front of you." I countered.

"That would be so fucking hot, look at these tits, soon you'll need a bra to contain them."

Christopher teased once more pinching my moob gently. Biting down on my lip, I gripped the armrest tightly. "You get off watching me grow bigger because of you, don't you?" I strained.

My heart was pounding against my chest, while blood rushed to my ears. I let out a shaky breath, thrusting forward, and kissed Christopher. The other male didn't move for a long moment before he started kissing back softly. We kissed for a few more seconds before Christopher pushed away, panting softly. "What are we doing Christopher?" I questioned.

"What do you mean?" He stammered.

"This! Feeding me and getting off on it. I've never had an employee call me by my name and live, but you it feels right." I answered.

For once in his life Christopher was speechless, he always had a comeback or a witty remark to shut the man in front of him up, but for once he had nothing. What were they doing? Why did he want to wrap Blake up and hold him, kiss him, even more so play with his belly, and tease him more about his weight gain even if it was the younger male's fault? Christopher always knew he had a crush on his boss, but he never brought it to light and thought about the consequences.

Before Christopher could open his mouth to speak, I was already speaking again. "I feel things with you around, things I haven't felt in a long time. For some reason, I love this..." I trailed off.

"You love the weight gain or me?" Christopher questioned stupidly.

Snickering loudly, I shook my head. "Both," I answered.

"I love you too Blake." Christopher beamed.

"Unfortunately, if you want more kisses, you'll have to come to me, I'm afraid if I lean forward, I'll pop a button," I spoke.

"We wouldn't want that before your big meeting, would we?" Christopher teased, kissing me gently.

"I'm too full to move." I groaned.

"Did my little piggy indulge too much?" Christopher mocked lightly.

"You're the one who fed me!" I screeched causing the other to laugh.