it was monday morning at 12 am sharp, and dan was browsing tumblr as usual. his insomnia was getting the best of him lately, but he didn't really mind all that much considering he got more stuff done at sunset to dawn anyway. he debated whether he should start editing the gaming video with phil or to keep browsing tumblr. just then, a long story on his feed caught his attention. the story was named: "making a fat piggie" and dan squinted his eyes in confusion. the story seemed to be about...force feeding and weight gain..? he kept reading. each paragraph got even more detailed as the story went on.
(excerpt: "Tom groaned as Charlie squished Tom's belly. 'Look at it! It's getting bigger!' Smirked Charlie as he poked Tom's flabby belly. His belly was now bigger. It took on the size of a small soccer ball. It was flabby and started to hang over Tom's tight trousers. Tom now started to grow moobs, which took the shape of small mounds. He also started to get large love handles. Charlie got off Tom's lap and made Tom stand on all fours on the floor. Charlie placed a large chocolate cake in front of Tom. Charlie sat on Tom's back.) dan's cock twitched.
"what the fuck?" he whispered a little too loudly. phil turned over in bed beside him, wide awake, as he was a light sleeper. dan quickly turned his brightness all the way up on his laptop and flashed it in phil's slightly droopy eyes.
"aghhh, dan!"
"sorry i didn't mean to." dan lied. "you should go back to sleep, sorry for waking you."
phil huffed a bit, rubbing his eyes. after a bit of shuffling, he went into skydiver's position, and fell back asleep.
dan watched his cute hubby for a little while, content. phil started on a light snore.
"cutie." dan actually whispered as he turned back to his fic.
dan couldn't help himself as he read more and more until the story was over. by then his penis was fully erect and he was fighting the urge to hump his laptop.
"okay this is fucking weird." he said under his breath. "maybe its time for bed."
//THE NEXT MORNING//
phil awoke to the scent hotcakes and sweet syrup.
"hm?" he grunted. "dan...cooking..?"
he got up off the bed and threw on his cookie monster jammies and headed downstairs to see if it could actually be true.
"dan?" he asked, peeping into the kitchen.
"oh good morning, dear." dan smiled. he turned the stove down a bit, wiped his sticky hands and pulled his soulmate into a hug.
"whats going on?" phil chuckled, hugging dan back.
"i thought you deserved a treat that's all," he stuttered, still holding the older close. "after last night."
"what happened last night?"
"nevermind that, my sweet."
"uh okay."
the two men pulled away slowly and dan rushed over to the table and pulled out a chair.
"dan." phil looked at him skeptically.
"what?" dan said, practically bursting with joy.
"stop being weird, i've got it." he chuckled.
"i'm not being weird..? i'm treating you like royalty, now sit."
"but why are you-"
"just sit phil. enjoy the bob duncan experience."
"aww dan, why did you have to bring bloody memes into this.."
"since when did you start saying bloody? what're you, british?"
"ha ha, very funny," phil sat down. "you know the bob duncan experience isn't an actual way of treating someone, it's a fictional band."
"okay don't try to correct my understanding of meme culture." dan sassed and returned to the stove to find a burnt pancake waiting for him. phil giggled. "damn it."
"what?" phil asked.
"dont worry, dear." he threw the half burnt-half undercooked pancake away. thankfully, next to the stove he had a whole stack of perfectly browned ones waiting. he sat them on the table in front of phil. "here ya go." he said.
"all that?" phil cocked his head sideways. "you're going to split these with me right?"
"ahh no, these are for you." dan smiled. his cock throbbed under his black apron at the thought of phil stuffing himself with the hotcakes.
"you've got to be joking!" phil shook his head. "may i have another plate?"
"of pancakes?!" dan's cock became almost fully erect.
"no, an empty one."
"oh." dan sighed.
phil would be a hard nut to crack.
