C.E.O Piggy

⇠Testing the Waters⇢

Three days passed after that; Christopher couldn't look at me without quickly looking away. "God damn it, why did you yell at him like that?" The younger male scolded himself while looking up from the TV. Christopher and I locked eyes for a long moment, the other opened his mouth but quickly looked away.

"Just came for food, I'll leave in a minute," I said pointing to the fridge.

My ascending footsteps caused Christopher to groan as he dug the heels of his hands into his hands. He was shaking off the encroaching thoughts that crept from the dark corners of his mind. After checking the time, he puffed out some air before pushing himself off the couch. Slowly walking up the darkened hallway, he reached the landing staring at the large white oak door. Hovering his hand above the door, he inhaled slowly before rapping on the door softly. "Time for your meds," Christopher called.

Christopher listened to the awkward shuffling across the room, then the door unlocked. "I can get it," I said opening the door. Going to close the door, Christopher stuck his foot in the door.

"Are going to just keep ignoring each other like children?" He started.

"You said you wanted space, I am simply doing as you wished," I replied.

"I said I wanted time to think, it's been three days." He argued.

"I was unsure how long you needed. You didn't give me a time limit." I said,

"So, it's my fault you're ignoring me?" He growled, then inhaled and exhaled slowly. "I didn't mean it, I shouldn't have taken my stress on you." He continued.

"If I knew I stressed you out, I would have sent you home earlier." I sighed.

"I don't want to go home! I want to stay with you! I love you Blake, and I'm sorry if it didn't show." He cried.

"Think you've opened my eyes to how much I am a burden as well as how many years I have treated you wrong," I spoke softly.

"No, you're not! I shouldn't have made you feel that way," Christopher shouted pushing open the door. The sudden outburst startled me, taking a few steps backward. Christopher closed the gap, wrapping his arms around me. We both slowly sat on the floor, Christopher cried into my T-Shirt. We stayed on the floor for what felt like hours before Christopher pulled back. "You stink." He chuckled lightly.

"I guess it has been a while since I've showered," I said chuckling as well.

"How about your shower, I'll go downstairs and make breakfast." The other suggested, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Sure." I nodded, watching him leave. I padded into the bathroom a few minutes later, stepping into the warm water, and letting it roll down my back. I let out a shaky breath, leaning against the wall, slowly rubbing the loofa on my arms. After the shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist, my eyes flicked down at the metal scale sitting in the corner. Closing my eyes, I slowly walked closer to the scale, the clattering of metal echoed around the small room. 320.

I bit down on my lip, taking a few steps back. "I lost weight." I thought. Walking into the bedroom, the smell of bacon filled the house, sitting down on the bed, and getting dressed was a battle on its own, I inhaled deeply and buttoned my jeans swiftly, before slowly exhaling. My gut drooped in between my meaty legs. Standing I slowly padded down the stairs, greeted with a large plate on the counter, and Christopher sitting on the stool next to it.

"I was starting to get worried you fell," Christopher commented turning toward me.

"N-No, just lost in thought," I replied sitting down next to him.

"I made your favorite, hopefully, that will help," Christopher said pushing the plate closer. I looked down at the stack of pancakes that was drowned in syrup and butter. I raised an eyebrow as I glanced at Christopher.

"You think I wouldn't make sure there were more?" He quizzed through a bite.

I fought back a laugh, and a feeling washed over me, a lightness, too close to giddy to feel at all familiar or comfortable. "With you, I never know what you will do next," I commented, taking a forkful of pancake and stuffing it into my mouth. Narrowing his eyes, Christopher watched me stuff my cheeks with pancakes relaxing, and smiled. He nibbled his eggs until I finished mine, burping softly. "Are you going finish that?" I asked.

"I made sure you had plenty of food, now you want to steal mine?" Christopher asked with a large smile.

"Your food is closer," I stated.

"How about I get you more before you steal other people's food, you greedy hog." Christopher joked, taking my plate, and walked back into the kitchen. We ate silently for a few more minutes, after the fourth plate my jeans started growing tight, I slowly reached underneath the table and opened the button. Before I could reach for the zipper, the firm, taut flesh of my belly pushed it down for him. I sighed in relief and began to rub my loosened belly with both hands, sliding them under the shirt, which also was painfully tight.

"I saw that." Christopher teased. Blushing slightly, "I want to see you pop the button fatty." He whispered, kissing my cheek.

"T-Too tight." I whimpered, burping into my fist.

"You don't want to make me happy?" Christopher asked, pouting slightly.

"Of course, I do, but my jeans hurt my belly." I whimpered.

"If you do this for me, I'll give you a nice long belly rub." Christopher bribed.

A belly rub did sound good, it also did feel good to eat until I ripped a button off my tight clothes. I glanced down at my stomach, pawing at it for a few minutes before nodding. I buttoned my jeans back up, whimpering at the tightness as my pale flesh pushed out through the zipper filling my lap.

The metal button bent slightly while letting out a small groan. Then continued eating, at some point, I finished my seventh plate and then cleaned off Christophers. Leaning back against the stool, I panted as the button ripped off and clattered against the counter. My big stomach flopped against my thighs. I spread my legs further apart to allow my stomach to droop down in between them.

"Such a good boy." Christopher praised, kissing my cheek. Ran his hands over my thighs and then sank both of them into my soft underbelly. The younger male kneaded for a few moments before his fingers squeezed belly fat. Whimpering softly, I leaned into Christopher's soft touch as he continued kissing my cheek. "How about we go lay down on the couch." He suggested. Nodding, the younger male looped his arms around mine, hauling me off the stool toward the couch. Once into the living room, Christopher gently laid me down, inspecting my large belly sprawled out for a few minutes, before climbing over me and rubbing my stomach. I went to speak but was cut off by a moan that teeters off into a whimper as I fell asleep.