This story is total fantasy, regrettably, set in a parallel universe without STDs or homophobic violence. Please feel free to contact me if you have any ideas or suggestions as to how you would like me to continue the story! Fatboy71@gmx.com
Fatboy71 -- 3
Last time; So, Jonny has been collared and caged (lucky boy!) by Master Andrew, and he's been forced to eat two supersized meals at McDonald's, and stripped naked, with advice and encouragement from his new friend Chris, he has managed to stuff two pints of ice cream into his swollen and distended stomach.
"Chrissy, take Jonny boi to the bathroom and clean him up for me. "
Finally, Jon thought, I'll get to the bottom of this mess...
"Right, dear, you heard the Master, come with me!" As Jon trotted behind Chris, he was mesmerised by the way the large man's fat wobbled and swayed as he minced along. When they got to the bathroom, Jonny saw the largest walk-in rainfall shower he'd ever seen. Noting his amazement, Chrissy spoke, "it's designed for several fat men at once. You'll see, those nights are catered - there's so much food... Anyway dear, let's get you cleaned out!" He grabbed the douche attachment from the wall, "come here, dear, and stand over this big drain." "Oh, I did that before I left the flat!" "Nevertheless, dear, I have my instructions and we have to do what we're told -- trust me dear, you don't want to find out the hard way... If you're still running clear, all well and good. If you're not, then it'll be just as well we checked!" With that, he used the douche wand to point at the drain. Reluctantly, Jonny did as he was told.
"Chris, what is happening to me, please?" "It's not really for me to say, but I looked a bit like you when Master Andrew took me under his control. I didn't want it at first, but now I love my life!" "But why would you want to be so fa.., big?" "It's okay, lovey, you can call me fat, it's what I am, after all! It was forced on me, but I'm his first project, I didn't have anyone to help me get my head around it. You have me, and I will help you as best I can. To answer your question though, I did not want to be fat. I thought that I would get more sex as a twink, like you. Now, I get fucked three or four days each week! Master Andrew organises it, and keeps ten percent. That's what I used to pay for the taxis earlier. He humiliates me in public -- he thinks -- but I love it! I don't know what he has planned for you, but I dare say that we will find out!"
To be continued
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