Sickness Recovery

So, I recently had a friend who got severely sick for several weeks. I tried to get him to eat something, anything to help him feel better. But he couldn't keep anything down. In the process he lost almost 20 pounds.

Now that he's feeling better and is able to keep things down, do you know what I did? I invited him over to spend the day relaxing, and enjoy a nice lunch and dinner.

With the few weeks of him not having shaven, he had sprouted a great inch long scruffy beard and I found it quite handsome on him. He had worn his favorite jeans and underarmor t-shirt, which I thought hugged his body well, especially the tire growing around his middle. Though with his weight loss it didn't hug him nearly as much as it used to.

I sat him down and we enjoyed a nice lunch of several sandwiches of ham, roast beef, turkey, bacon, cucumber, and more. By the end of lunch I could see that he had eaten a lot, by the way his shirt had begun to stretch a bit more, and with the soda he had been drinking he was belching up a storm. But I didn't let him stop there.

As I walked around to pick up his plate, I took my opportunity and wrapped the rope around his chest, tying him to the chair. He was startled and struggled at first. But after understanding he couldn't get free he stopped trying. That was when I brought out the tray of sandwiches I had been hiding from him. His eyes bulged and he shook his head pleading no, knowing what was coming. But that didn't stop me.

I fed him, and I fed him, and I fed him, stuffing all 20 sandwiches into his stomach that had gone without food for so long. I knew what it needed. It needed more.

I brought out the mashed potatoes and rolls, dipping the rolls in and shoving them in his mouth. This went on for several hours before I finally stopped. Throughout the hours I watched his middle bulge and swell, rolling over his waistline and onto his thighs. I watched his shirt grow tight and strain, and watched it rise up to expose his expanding hairy flesh, the way his middle bulged and curved made me crave to feed him even more. Now his shirt can't even reach his navel, sitting a few inches above his dark inviting belly button, exposing his taut hairy flesh.

He sat there, breathing heavily. Sweat on his forehead, soaking his shirt, and making his gut glisten in the light. I could see the discomfort on his face as I reached down and gave his gut a gentle rub. He groaned as I gave it a squeeze and shake, and in turn he let out a large belch just as the button on his pants burst and shot across the room with a CLACK CLACK CLACK!

Now... I smile at him as he looks up at me with pained exhaustion on his face.
"It's okay," I say as I grab his chin. "It's dinner time now."

I plant a kiss on his lips, the kiss I've been wanting to give him for years. A kiss that shows my affection for him. And surprisingly, he doesn't fight it. In fact, he kisses me back.

I give another smile as I stand and collect the dinner food. I like roast turkey, ham, corn, more potatoes, beans, peas, and more rolls. His only reply as he watches the food pile higher is a groan of discomfort. But don't worry. I'm not a monster.

I walk to him and whisper in his ear as I untie him. "This next part is up to you. You can stay, or you can leave. I won't force you further. I needed to make sure you got back everything you lost. Now choose."

I step back and watch his hands clutch his bulging straining gut. He gently rubs his belly, eyeing it with what looks like horror. Then he eyes the food. I watch him stand as he gives groans of effort, struggling to lift his new size. His gut, now sticking a good foot out past his chest, barely bounces as he staggers.

Then his pants fall, my eyes widen as I see his raging erection throb and drip copious amounts of precum. He gives me a look. He leans forward, rolling his gut into the table, causing it to creak, as he reaches out, hand the nearest turkey leg and begins eating it with gusto. He groans and belches as he continues to eat, packing everything he can into his gut. He only stops to clutch his gut and give a pained groan or belch before he continues.

At one point he gives me a glance, then widens his stance. A signal I've seen many times before by many others.

Without hesitation I kick off my pants and begin stroking my own erection. As I walk up to him I reach out and caress his bulging gut, he groans in response. I step behind him, giving his hairy plump bubble butt a rub and smack. He whimpers. I aim, and plunge my cock in deep and hard.

He cries out in pleasure as his cock unleashes against his hanging expanding middle and his seed drips to the floor. As I thrust and he eats his breaths become snorts of pleasure, hunger, and pain for his straining gut.

As I thrust I tell him, "all nights can be like this. All you have to do is say yes to being my fat hog."

How only reply is stepping back, pushing further onto my cock, and letting his gut drop and hang free in the air.

I smile. "I'll take that as a yes. Now eat up porker."