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Spare Room- Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2024-10-07 19:00:11 +0000 UTCSummer had deepened, bringing with it the languid warmth of lazy days and indulgent nights. Brian and Tony’s apartment had become a temple of comfort and excess, reflecting the shifts in their lives and relationship. As Brian’s weight continued to increase, so did Tony’s enjoyment of Brian’s transformation. The once lean and active Brian was now a picture of laziness, obesity and indulgence, a stark contrast to the energetic man he used to be.
Brian’s transition from a bakery worker to a full-time indulgent had been gradual but noticeable. He started reducing his hours at the bakery, citing the need for more “personal time.” Instead of working, he spent his days in front of the TV, a constant stream of rich foods and snacks at his side. The couch, once pristine, now bore the marks of Brian’s frequent lounging—crumpled napkins, empty food containers, and a visible indent where Brian had spent countless hours.
One morning, Tony had prepared a grand breakfast feast: fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and an array of pastries. Brian, having recently emerged from a heavy night of snacking, shuffled into the kitchen in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants. His belly, now notably round and soft, jiggled slightly as he moved.
Tony greeted him with a bright smile and a plate piled high with food. “Good morning, love! I’ve made us a special breakfast. I know how much you enjoy these pancakes.”
Brian grinned lazily, accepting the plate with a grateful nod. He sank into the couch, tucking the plate into his lap. As he began to eat, Tony watched with a mixture of satisfaction and affection. Each bite Brian took seemed to deepen Tony’s enjoyment of the process, as if he were savoring every bit of Brian’s transformation.
With Brian’s increased weight and sedentary lifestyle, Tony’s role evolved from supportive partner to active enabler. He took it upon himself to ensure Brian’s days were filled with as much indulgence as possible. Tony started ordering takeout regularly, always opting for calorie-dense options. Each time he came home from the bakery, he brought bags of food—pizzas, burgers, loaded fries—anything to keep Brian’s appetite satisfied.
One afternoon, while Tony was at the bakery, he placed an order for a large pizza, extra cheese and toppings, along with several sides of garlic bread and a rich dessert. He had arranged for the delivery to arrive precisely when Brian would be lounging in front of the TV, ensuring his boyfriend’s day remained uninterrupted by any hint of responsibility.
When Tony walked into the apartment later that day, he was met with the sight of Brian sprawled on the couch, his belly resting heavily on his lap as he reached for a box of greasy fries. The TV blared in the background, and the room was filled with the comforting scent of fast food.
“Hey there,” Tony said, his voice carrying a tone of playful authority. “I’ve brought you something special.”
Brian’s face lit up as he saw the takeout bags. “I already ate so much love… You didn’t have to, Tony. But this is perfect.”
Tony set the bags down on the coffee table and began unpacking the food. “I wanted to. You’ve been working hard and deserve to enjoy yourself. Plus, it’s important to keep you well-fed and happy.”
As the days went on, Tony’s encouragement became more pronounced. He was increasingly forceful in making sure Brian ate as much as possible and stayed inactive. During their meals, Tony would insist on feeding Brian himself, his hands often guiding a fork or spoon to Brian’s mouth even when Brian showed signs of hesitation.
“Come on, Brian, just one more bite,” Tony would coax, his tone firm yet caring. “You know you want it.”
Brian, though often full and content, found himself unable to refuse Tony’s gentle but persistent urging. Each bite was accompanied by Tony’s reassuring words, creating an environment where Brian felt compelled to keep eating, despite his own reservations.
During the evenings, Tony would take it upon himself to keep Brian’s belly well-filled. He would order large amounts of food, ensuring Brian’s appetite was always satisfied. Tony’s insistence became a regular part of their routine, with him refusing to take no for an answer.
Brian’s new routine became a well-oiled machine of indulgence and inactivity. His days were spent on the couch, with snacks and treats within easy reach. He would often find himself surrounded by a mess of food wrappers and empty containers, the evidence of his gluttony a testament to the life he had embraced.
One day, as Brian relaxed on the couch with his latest snack—a giant tub of ice cream—Tony observed him with a critical eye. He had noticed how Brian’s clothes had begun to stretch and strain against his expanding figure. The sight only served to further Tony’s enjoyment, reinforcing his desire to keep Brian as indulgent and inactive as possible.
Tony approached Brian with a determined look. “I see you’re enjoying your ice cream, but I think we need to up the ante a bit. How about we try something new tonight? I’ve ordered extra takeout for us, and I want you to relax and eat without worrying about anything else.”
Brian, his mouth full of ice cream, nodded eagerly. “Sounds great, Tony. I’m really enjoying this.”
Tony’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he began unpacking yet another large order of food. He placed the containers on the coffee table, ensuring that Brian had everything he could possibly want.
Tony’s approach became more dominating over time. He took charge of Brian’s eating habits with a level of assertiveness that left no room for resistance. Whether it was during meals or snack time, Tony was always present, guiding Brian’s hand to the next bite and ensuring his belly remained full.
On one particularly lazy afternoon, as Brian lay sprawled on the couch with an absurdly stuffed belly, Tony decided to take his encouragement to a new level. He sat down beside Brian, his demeanor both caring and commanding while ordering the biggest McDonald’s order he has ever made.
“Brian,” Tony said softly, “I want you to focus on enjoying every bit of this meal. I know you’re full, but you need to keep eating. It’s important for us to keep this routine going.”
Brian looked at Tony, his eyes reflecting a mix of reluctance and trust. “I’m really full, Tony. I don’t think I can eat more.”
Tony’s gaze grew firm, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You can and you will. I’m here to make sure you’re well taken care of. Trust me, this is what you need.”
With that, Tony took a bite of the food himself, demonstrating how enjoyable it could be. He then turned back to Brian, encouraging him with a steady, insistent gaze. “Just one more bite. You’ll feel better, and I’ll be here to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Brian, feeling the forcefulness in Tony’s tone and the warmth of his support, reluctantly took another bite of the burger. Tony’s persistence paid off as Brian continued to eat, his belly growing increasingly full yet unable to resist Tony’s unwavering encouragement.
As the weeks passed, Brian’s appearance became more pronounced. His once trim physique had given way to a soft, round body, with his belly now a prominent feature. His clothes no longer fit comfortably, often stretching tight across his expanding form. The couch had become a familiar throne, and Brian’s days were characterized by constant snacking and indulgence.
One evening, after a particularly opulent dinner, Brian lay on the couch, his belly heavily distended from the large meal. Tony, ever the attentive partner, approached him with a content smile. He began gently massaging Brian’s rounded belly, his hands moving with a mixture of affection and authority.
“You’re looking so perfect, Brian,” Tony said softly. “I love seeing you like this. Your body is a testament to how well you’ve been taken care of.”
Brian sighed contentedly, enjoying the sensation of Tony’s touch. “I feel so full and fat. It’s hard to believe how much I’ve changed.”
Tony leaned in, his voice low and encouraging. “You’ve changed for the better. I want you to embrace this. You’re my big, soft, and cuddly boyfriend, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Brian’s face softened with a mixture of happiness and relief. “Really? You’re happy with me like this?”
Tony nodded, his hands continuing to caress Brian’s belly. “Absolutely. I love every part of you. If you want to keep gaining, I’m all for it. You’re perfect just as you are.”
Brian’s eyes glistened with gratitude, and he smiled up at Tony. “Thank you, Tony. That means so much to me.”
As summer continued, Tony and Brian’s life remained a celebration of indulgence and comfort. The apartment was filled with the aroma of rich foods, and Brian’s days were characterized by a contented laziness. Tony’s assertiveness in maintaining Brian’s indulgent lifestyle only strengthened their bond, creating an environment where Brian felt completely accepted and cherished. As Brian grew fatter, Tony started realizing how much he truly liked his fattened boyfriend, and he wouldn’t settle for just a fat guy, he needed Brian to showcase just how much Tony fed him, after all, he was the town favorite baker’s boyfriend. He even started getting more forceful, making sure Brian ate all the time, consuming as many calories as humanly possible. Tony started to develop a taste for being dominant towards Brian, his now growing boyfriend.
Derek, too, played his part in reinforcing Brian’s new routine. During their visits, he brought more treats and encouraged Brian to keep enjoying himself. The three of them created a life rich in indulgence and shared happiness, with Brian’s increasing softness a symbol of their love and commitment.
As the days turned into weeks, Brian embraced his new life with a sense of contentment and security. The apartment, now a haven of indulgence and comfort, reflected the joy and fulfillment that Brian, Tony, and Derek had found in each other’s company.
