Wicked Stepfather- Chapter 5

For the next week Ludwig would be off with his friends on their trip, probably to be teased for the weight he'd gained so far over the summer. Victor, on the other hand, would have little besides the extra portions for comfort. Just the idea made Oscar bite his lip in anticipation, having the freedom to foist meal after meal on the already overfed boy. He was starting to get the idea that Victor liked all the extra food maybe a bit. Too much. The way he tore into food meant for his brother, greedily yet without care. Maybe... Nah. The boy was gay, and a glutton, but him liking this that way would be too much of a coincidence. Oscar could dream though, completely unaware that in the next room over, Victor was furiously jacking off, panting and thinking guiltily about how his step-dad came home with more and more food, almost like he wanted him fatter. Maybe he did?

The first day was pretty good, Oscar had cooked the usual amount of food for breakfast and just encouraged Victor into eating everything, the boy was truly a natural. After he left home to go to work, he couldn’t even concentrate, he would stare at his phone eagerly waiting for 5 pm to leave work. And as soon as he left, he was already driving around town to pick the most greasy and fattening food for his growing boy.

“Hey Vic! I just got dinner, get up here!” Screamed Oscar excitedly.

Oscar had arrived home with plenty of pizza, couple two litres, and a some pastries from the bakery across the street. His stepson was undoubtedly downstairs, playing games and maybe finishing leftovers from lunch. The poor boy would struggle with this, even if he hadn't had too much to eat today, Oscar thought as he laid out thr food on a coffee table.

Victor panicked, he didn't think Oscar would be home so soon. He tried to pick up the pace with his secret first dinner, a load of chicken wings so juicy that grease dribbled down his chin onto his stained white wifebeater shirt. Fuck, he was already pretty full, and now there was going to be another gutbusting meal ready upstairs he couldn't refuse. After hastily wiping his mouth on his elbow, Victor steadily rose, and shuffled up to face the music.

It was all laid out ready for him. Two large pizzas, 4 McDonald’s combos (with a bunch of burgers, fries and nuggets), 4 litres total of coke, two bags of chips, breadsticks, a pan cookie and a tray of brownies. Holy fuck. Victor's eyes went wide, and he bit his tongue to try and keep the arousal stirring in him from becoming too apparent. Oscar smiled and motioned him over.

“Dig in! Got it all for you, big guy.” Oscar’s eyes were burning in desire, he just wanted to sit next to his growing boy and force feed him everything.

Victor sat down with a heavy thud on the couch, and tried for a moment to figure out how on earth he'd eat even half of this. With a deep breath, he started with one of the pizzas, rolling it up like a burrito to chew through without making the agonizing motions to take it slice by slice. He started chewing with gusto, invigorated by the challenge, and before he knew it, he had bit his way through it all. He couldn't contain a satisfied burp.

Oscar watched in half amazement as his stepson mowed down portion after portion, guzzling soda and wiping his hands on his short or pants. Fuck me, he thought, this boy was really getting into it. Even as Victor slowed down, there was a desperation to the way he ate, like he was ravenous... and it didn't take long for Oscar to notice something else, the tent pitching in the boy's pants.

Victor huffed and puffed, trying to catch his breath as he reached for the breadsticks. He was firing on all cylinders, hoping Oscar would be too distracted by the TV to notice him getting hard like this, not daring to turn and see if he was. As the second to last breadstick went down, he closed his eyes, reclined his head, and let loose another long belch. As he opened his mouth to take in another breath, he felt something at the edge of his lips. Opening his eyes, he saw Oscar standing there, pressing the last breadstick up to his face, feeding him the last of the savory foodstuff. Victor obediently and wordlessly took a bite, then another.

Things happened fast. First Oscar sat beside Victor, bringing food to his mouth at a steady pace. As the boy started to hesitate, Oscar rubbed their full belly, spurring another burst of gluttonous energy.

“Good boy. You like that don't you? It's alright, I can tell. Just keep going, let me take care of the rest.” Oscar was now sounding so dominant and horny. Victor couldn’t help but leak all of over his briefs

Victor reclined, and Oscar climbed on top of him. The boy was surprised, but just kept eating, Bite after bite, panting, belching, exhaling a mumble in between that sounded like: "more"

The pair grinded against one another, Victor against Oscar's firm figure, and Oscar on Victor's soft midsection, caught in a moment of passion that soared past their shame and guilt. As they neared the end of dessert, Oscar pressed fully against Victor, initiating a passionate, long kiss. Lips locked, they fumbled at eachothers pants, eager to strip the other.

Fully naked, Victor laid beneath Oscar, chewing the last of the meal.

“Good pig. You really do like this don't you? Mindlessly chewing through whatever slop I bring you, getting off while you pork up. That's alright, I like it too.”

Now that the stepson and stepfather were speaking the same language, Victor would grow immensely fat during his brothers trip. Oscar would basically force feed him from dawn until midnight, taking a break from work cause he was “sick”.