Blake sat at the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on the little black box in his hands. The older man anxiously bounced his knee while chewing on the inside of his cheek. The other didn't hear the door opening, letting out a small yelp and stuffed the box back into their pocket when the younger male slumped down next to him.
"What are you looking at?" He asked.
"N-Nothing, how about we go out tonight?" Blake stammered.
"You sure you're up for that? We can order a pizza and do something else." Christopher suggested.
Blake snorted, shaking his head. "As fun as that sounds, I want to go out tonight." He urged.
"You don't want me to fill you with greasy pizza and massage your stomach like a hog?" Christopher mocked, playfully.
"Yes, on any other day. But I'd like for us to go out and do something. It feels like we've been trapped in this room for an eternity." Blake remarked with a big smile.
Christopher stared at the older man for a long moment, his lips pressed in a tight line, "Are you sure Blake? You never recovered from the festival." The younger male quizzed.
"We can't keep treating me like a child, as you stated. There will be good days and terrible days for me. We can't stop these episodes; all we can do is adapt." Blake shook his head.
Christopher let out a sigh, nodding his head. "If you promise to tell me if you ever feel overwhelmed." He stated sternly.
Blake nodded, tossing a small pile of clothes at the other, "Go get ready." He rushed, pushing the younger male toward the bathroom. Once the door closed, Blake pulled the ring from his pocket, setting it on the dresser as he got dressed. Ignoring the tightness, his belly was covering his lap. He was well past chubby, he was big. He had a double stomach, that rolled into itself, and a double chin to match. If you saw him on the street anyone would probably mistake him for a woman with the size of his breasts that rested on the large curve of his stomach.
Letting out a shaky breath, he winched slightly as his slacks pinched his hips, the older male's thick thighs looked like two large overstuffed sausages while his ass took up most of the bed now. Blake knew he was well passed three hundred, he was more into the late four hundred, soon five. He stuffed the box back into his pocket, then waited for Christopher to open the door. A few minutes passed before the younger opened the door, letting out a small gasp at the sheer size of his boyfriend.
"Surprised those still fit you." He giggled.
"I'm pretty sure if I take a large breath the buttons will explode," Blake commented.
"That would be a good show," Christopher hummed.
"Save the horniness for afterward," Blake sneered at the other. It didn't take long for the pair to arrive at the restaurant; Christopher's eyes were drawn to the lofty structure, which had gentle music playing inside. Then looking back at Blake, Christopher followed him inside. It took only a few minutes for the two to be seated and given water.
Christopher looked at the menu, scrunching up his nose. "Not a lot here." He muttered.
"It's a fancy place, Chris, of course, there's not," Blake replied.
"How are we supposed to feed you then?" He asked.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out later," Blake commented under his breath, as the waiter appeared at the table.
"Can I offer some drinks while you wait?" They asked.
"Water is fine thank you," Christopher and Blake said in unison.
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C.E.O Piggy
RomanceChristopher's dream was to start his own business and hopefully put his good ideas out in the world. But no he had to get an intern job at the most popular computer programing company in Portland Oregon. V-Tech is also being run by the infamous Bla...
