C.E.O Piggy

⇠Size too small⇢

Huffing, I pulled the flaps of my skinny jeans together, hands shaking until I exhaled loudly. I glanced down at the large orb in front of me, running a hand down it. Yep, still, fat...walking back into the bedroom I sat down on the edge of the bed. Wincing as the jeans pinched my love handles, seemingly tighter from when I stood up. My puffy moobs barely touched the curve of my stomach, glancing down at the shirt next to me I rolled my eyes. Walking down the stairs, my stomach bouncing slightly, my thighs rubbed together.

"Morning babe, I made breakfast. Thought you would like some pancakes today." Christopher greeted.

"Not hungry..." I trailed off, pushing past Christopher, and slammed the office door behind me.

Christopher scooped up the plate from the counter, adding another square of butter to each as well as drowning the puffy breakfast with syrup. Knocking on the door gently, Christopher hovered his hand above the door handle. "Babe? Babe, what's wrong? You love pancakes." He called.

"Go away!" I shouted.

"B-But babe, I made your favorite. Chocolate chip." Christopher argued. " Please, open the door and tell me what's wrong." He begged. Christopher waited a few minutes before biting the bullet and pushing open the door, setting the plate on the desk.

"I said go away!" I shouted, looking up at Christopher, salt lines streaking down my face.

"Babe, why are you crying?" Christopher asked, pulling a chair over.

"I can't button my jeans..." I whispered.

"We'll get you a bigger size babe, nothing to worry about." Christopher tried to comfort me.

"No! I should be able to fit in this size, now look at me!" I shouted, leaning back, giving Christopher a full view of my stomach. Which was sitting in my lap, being squeezed by the small jean flaps.

Christopher smiled, setting a hand on my stomach, "I see nothing wrong with this." He started.

"Of course, you don't! You don't realize how big of a slob I've become. I'm fat and ugly." I growled.

"Not fat, just plump baby. I think you're hot." Christopher said.

"You always say that I shouldn't be eating this much, I shouldn't be giving in to temptation and becoming a slob," I muttered.

"If you didn't give in, we wouldn't be dating right now Blake. I love this side of you." He whispered kissing the side of my head.

"I broke my diet..." I groaned.

"Diets are skinny people trying to control others and making them feel bad about themselves. Who the fuck cares how much weight you gain babe when you can eat whatever, you want?" He shrugged.

I was silent for a long minute before sighing. "You know what, fuck it. I may not be what my parents want me to be, but I'm enjoying myself." I said.

"Hell, yeah babe!" Christopher shouted.

I glanced at the small stack of pancakes, "Can I have breakfast now?" I asked.

"Of course, you can babe," Christopher smiled setting the plate in front of me, watching me start and devour the plate.

Humming happily as I shoveled large forkfuls into my mouth, syrup dripped from the fork onto my stomach, which I quickly scooped up with my fingers and licked off. My stomach let out a growl, Christopher leaned forward gently rubbing the side of my stomach feeling the food slowly filling my stomach. Watching as my stomach slowly started growing, pushing the jeans flaps further apart. I shifted in my seat, parting my legs slightly, letting my stomach slowly rest in between them. It didn't take me long to finish off the plate. As I ate, Christopher observed my body for a few minutes, the slightest hint of a double chin forming at my neck, followed by my cheeks slightly puffier. A new softness to my chest that couldn't be explained away by a simple muscle, Christopher even started noticing how my thighs rub against each other as I walked. Before, even though it was practically Christopher's fault Blake's weight gain would be mistaken by his slouching. But it was undeniable, that Blake Morningstar had grown fat.

"Keep eating like a pig Blakey and you're going to get fat," Christopher warned in a playful tone, lightly poking at my belly. I burped softly in return, leaning against my chair with a hand on my stomach.

"S-So?" I panted.

Christopher chuckled softly, "How about a movie With the blizzard there really isn't much we can do." He suggested.

"Carry me," I whined.

"Yeah right, you're a too heavy baby," Christopher said standing.

"You're no fun," I muttered, pushing myself up and burping loudly. Inhaling and exhaling softly, I shuffled after Christopher curling up next to him, as he flipped through the channels until he found a movie he liked.

A few hours passed quickly; Christopher glanced down noticing at some point I had fallen asleep. Christopher took a minute to observe my stomach, the once bloated gut, was now half the size it was a few hours ago. Slowly snaking his hand down my chest, he gently rubbed my stomach. He could see how the skinny jeans hugged my thighs, making them push against each other, as well as how they pushed my plush ass up like a sports bra. Christopher ran his fingers down the side of the fabric feeling the seams already stressed, some of the seams were already popped and my flabby flesh was trying to push through whatever surface it could find making the holes bigger.

Christopher made a soft noise as he thought, "I will defiantly keep these for the future." He snickered. Shimming off the couch, Christopher sneaked into the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry until he found some boxed cake mix. It wasn't what he normally used, but in the situation, he was in it would have to do. He's just having to add a few things to make it more fattening for his prized pig, honestly, he was surprised how easy it has become to get the older male to eat. All it took was a pouty lip and threatening to throw it away, it was only a few weeks ago he practically had to shove food down the other's throat until he finally gave in. Did taking advantage of his boss send Christopher on guilt trips at night? Yes, did it turn Christopher on so much he's also been jacking off to the mere thought of his stuffed boyfriend? Also, yes. Christopher got to work on the boxed treat quickly.

Once finished, he walked back into the living room, set a hand on my side, and gently shook me. "Babe, lunchtime." He whispered.

"Five more minutes." I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head.

"Fine, but then you won't have the treat I made you," Christopher said.

"What kind of treat?" I asked.

"Just a chocolate cake, nothing important." Christopher shrugged. I sat up quickly, following Christopher into the kitchen. "I made you a few burgers and fries, you can have a slice after you're finished," Christopher said smacking my hand as I tried to reach for the desert.

"I want the cake now," I whined, rubbing my hand.

"Cake is for good piggies who finish their food." He said, waving a finger in the air.

"Fine..." I huffed and started eating.