The seventh sin [Gaining]

Story created by Original Gainer Stories. You can find more in his tumblr profile.

“And what can I do to help you?” asked Clyde, trying to boost the mystery in his voice and hopefully get a little more money for his services. Since discovering the old, tatty manuscript in his late aunt’s attic, he had made a small fortune pretending to cast magic spells and curses on people. For the last three years, he had travelled from state to state at carnival fairs such as these. He would pick a town and stay there for a couple of months, bleeding its residents dry and then hop in his car to the next one. Besides being extraordinarily lucrative, it amazed Clyde how gullible people could be. Sometimes he would get people coming back to him to tell him how wonderfully things had worked. In those cases, he would smile and play it down, inwardly laughing at the sheer coincidence of it all. People really did believe what they wanted to believe.

“Well, I heard that you helped my friend find love…” the lady began. She was in her late forties and in Clyde’s mind, should have known better than to still believe in all of this nonsense.

“You would like to find someone special in your life?” asked Clyde.

The lady looked slightly put off. “No, not at all,” she disagreed, shaking her head. “It’s my daughter. She’s got this awful boyfriend! I can’t understand him! She had such high ambitions. She even got into Harvard last year and deferred the offer. Now I’m not even sure she’s going to go at all. And all because of this stupid, conceited idiot she’s seeing!”

Clyde could hear the frustration in her voice. “Tell me more about this guy,” Clyde insisted, pretending to consult the manuscript.

“Well, he’s a year older than her. A totally arrogant meat head!” she spat. “He works for a construction firm, but he doesn’t have an ounce of brains. I don’t see what on earth she sees in him! I just know that he’s going to end up getting her pregnant. Then he’ll leave her and fly off with some other woman without a second thought.” She seemed to have her daughter’s whole catastrophic future planned out in her head.

“I see,” Clyde nodded. “Do you want me to make your daughter fall in love with someone else?” he asked hopefully; he could make a fair price on a love spell!

“No,” the lady shook her head. “I want her to stay single, get her law degree. Then maybe she can start thinking about a serious relationship afterwards!”

Clyde smiled, inwardly counting his blessings that his own mother wasn’t like this control freak. He pondered, trying to think what he could do. What could he sell to this miserable mother?

“There he is, over there…” the lady tutted, pulling a face as a young couple walked around the fair stalls. “Just look at him…all over my beautiful daughter like that!”

Clyde squinted and looked across to where the lady was pointing. An attractive girl was smiling beside an incredibly built young man. Clyde felt hot under the collar just looking at him. Tall, broad and muscular, surely he was more than enough to make any girl give up an exciting law degree at Harvard! It was early Spring and the sun was only just warm enough to make a jacket unnecessary. However, the hunky construction worker had already shed his t-shirt, strutting about showing off his incredible physique and enjoying the attention of the passers-by. His hand constantly brushed up against his girlfriend’s rear, as if he owned her, whilst simultaneously checking out every other attractive female that passed by when she wasn’t looking.

“I see what you mean,” Clyde agreed, unable to take his eyes away from the defined six pack. “But still – think of the grandkids you would have…” he rambled, turning his head sideways to check out the toned ass on him.

The lady seemed unimpressed and looked harshly at Clyde. “Well, what can you do about it..?” she asked irritably.

“Hmm, a problem like that…” Clyde began, already starting the sales pitch. “…That’s some pretty deep stuff. Making someone fall in love with someone else; that’s easy. Making them fall out of love…” He pulled a face which he hoped emphasised how expensive the bargain would be.

“Name your price…” the lady stated, unmoved. She meant business.

Clyde’s eyes scanned down to a page in the manuscript. It wasn’t the perfect solution, but it took time to work, which was good. He would be out of this town long before this woman realised she had been conned. He took the lady’s phone number and agreed to call by the very next day.

“They’re in the lounge,” the woman grunted as she opened the door the next morning. Clearly the amount she was paying Clyde meant that he no longer deserved pleasantries.

Clyde entered, hearing giggling from the next room. A loved-up girl lay sprawled across the couch next to her boyfriend as he slowly slid his hands seductively across her bare stomach as her shirt rode up. Clyde glanced and already saw a tent forming in the guy’s crotch. He’d better move fast before the pair snuck off upstairs to her room. “Excuse me,” he smiled, strolling in on them.

Clearly the two had not even heard the doorbell ring, for they jumped at the sound of his voice and sat back up on the couch properly, as if they had been naughty.

“I’m a friend of your mum’s,” Clyde explained, walking in and sitting down. “Your mum has just asked me to wait in here whilst she does something. I hope you don’t mind?”

The young girl shook her head and smiled. She clearly had a lot more manners than her boyfriend, who looked annoyed at the intrusion; another minute and he could have got her upstairs with him. “Not at all,” she smiled, standing up. “I’m Claire. Can I offer you a drink?” she asked, already standing up.

Clyde smiled, this would be a lot easier without her in the room. “Yes please Claire,” he nodded, giving her detailed instructions on how to make his coffee so that she would be out of the room for the next few minutes. Then, just like that, he was left alone with the handsome young man. He knew that the mother would be listening in, just around the corner, so he couldn’t deviate from the plan. He had to see this through if he wanted to get paid.

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, two strangers sitting in an empty room, Clyde’s heart was beating unnecessarily fast. Even with his shirt on, the young man looked devilishly handsome. His perfect face and stubble; the built body and even the pleasant aroma of his aftershave; Clyde didn’t usually get to work with guys like this! “What’s your name?” he asked pleasantly.

The young man sighed, as if realising he was going to have to make conversation. “Josh,” he replied grudgingly, slipping out his cell phone to play on whilst Claire was off making coffee.

Clyde nodded and smiled, pulling out the small container of scarlet, peppery powder he had prepared that morning and pouring it into a bowl from his bag. He could see Josh looking inquisitively at what he was doing. “Really? I have a brother called Josh too,” he lied.

“What are you doing?” Josh asked, looking perplexed as more of the mysterious powder spilt into the bowl. “What’s that stuff?”

“Oh, this?” Clyde asked, as if surprised to be asked. “This is something I make for your girlfriend’s mother, Mrs Humphreys. She uses it to make incense.”

Josh tilted his head as if understanding and losing slight interest. “Want to smell it?” Clyde asked.

“Nah, you’re alright,” Josh replied disinterestedly.

Not to be put off, Clyde stood up anyway. “Oh go on,” he smiled, walking around to the young man. “It’s an old family recipe. It smells amazing!” He was now stood in front of the stud, with the bowl in his hand, waiting for him to try it.

Josh looked up from his cell phone and seemed to consider telling him where to go. But, conscious of where he was, Josh leaned forward and took a little sniff instead. “It’s alright,” he managed after the smallest intake of breath.

“Oh come on!” Clyde laughed, “You barely even smelt it!”

Rolling his eyes, Josh leaned forward again, this time taking a large, theatrical inhalation through his nose. Immediately dazed, his eyes seemed to lose focus for a second and he sat back on the couch, as if sleepy.

Clyde smiled, relieved to have completed his mission, already collecting his things together.

Mrs Humphreys re-entered from her position just behind the door, aware that Josh had taken the spell. “Everything alright in here?” she asked.

“Oh, everything is just fine,” smiled Clyde knowingly. “I was just getting to know Josh here but I think I had better be off. Nice to meet you Josh,” he smiled to the spaced-out boy on the couch. “And if you and your girlfriend ever split up, you make sure you come and hook up with me!” he winked flirtatiously. He loved hitting on straight guys. They never quite knew how to take it - and Josh was no exception, staring off into the distance.

Clyde sighed, admiring the handsome man one last time before heading out to the entrance hall and waiting for his pay packet.

“How do I know this will work?” the lady whispered, following him. “I don’t want to hand over all of this cash unless I know I’m getting something for it. I want that horrible boy gone!”

“As I told you yesterday Mrs Humphreys,” Clyde began, trying to remain pleasant. “These things take time to work.”

“Yes,” the woman nodded sternly. “But you said this would exaggerate his biggest sin; his least attractive qualities. Surely that should be pretty obvious to see.”

“Well, time will reveal all,” Clyde smiled, holding out his hand for the envelope of cash that always came at this point. “The seven sins: jealousy, greed, lust, wrath, pride, sloth and gluttony. Which one will be his, we will soon see!”

“You’re not getting anything until I’m satisfied that this has worked,” Mrs Humphreys spat looking down at Clyde’s empty, outstretched palm. “You’d better get comfortable. You’re not going anywhere yet!” she finished, walking back to the kitchen.

“What’s the matter babe?” Josh’s girlfriend asked, sat next to her quieter boyfriend after delivering Clyde’s cup of coffee once he had reluctantly sat himself back down. “You seem quiet.”

“I feel a bit…” Josh replied, rubbing his paler face. Then, his nose lifted into the air. “Is your mom cooking something?” he asked surprisingly wilfully.

“Yes,” the girl replied, looking back towards the kitchen. She’s making…”

“It smells good…” Josh sniffed, interrupting her and standing to his feet, letting his nose lead him to the source.

Clyde sat alone in the living room hearing a commotion steadily build in the kitchen.

“Josh, that’s not for you!” Mrs Humphreys cried. “Get him out of my cupboards!”

Clyde shook his head, wondering how Mrs Humphreys ever got away with treating her daughter’s boyfriend like he was a boy.

“Don’t let him eat all of those cupcakes!” Mrs Humphreys shouted back towards the kitchen as she arrived in the lounge again to see Clyde. “Fine!” she sighed, looking at Clyde. “I see how this works,” she nodded, passing over a large paper envelope with cash in. “You can see yourself out.”

Clyde didn’t wait around for her to change her mind. He smiled and headed out as fast as he could, not really understanding the reason for her change of heart.

Clyde had never made this much money from a single town before. He had weeks of work left and so far, no-one had called in to question his abilities. They’d all heard about his supposed successes and gladly handed over their cash, even when he doubled his normal rates. Renting a small apartment in the middle of town, Clyde was standing in line at a burger joint one afternoon, having a quick snack between house calls. Faces began to become more familiar around town, but his heart skipped a beat as he saw the handsome hunk Josh, strutting in through the door.

“Back again Josh?” asked the teenager mockingly from behind the counter. “Aren’t you supposed to be in work? You’ll get in trouble again!”

“Boss has nipped off-site for an hour. I’m good,” grunted Josh in swift reply, before reeling off a long order; swallowing the build-up of saliva in his mouth as he listed the food.

Clyde took sneaky sideways glances of the hot guy. It didn’t surprise him in the slightest that he was taking advantage of his boss’ absence. Still, something about him seemed a little different. Despite looking incredibly hot and muscular in his construction gear, Clyde would have been forgiven for thinking that the sexy stud had already eaten his lunch, for his middle appeared a little thicker and bloated. Josh searched in his pocket for some money to pay for food when Clyde waded in instead, passing over a fifty to the guy at the counter. “Josh!” he smiled enthusiastically. “Let me get you that. You were so nice when I was over at your girlfriend’s place the other day,” he lied, trying to make an excuse for his generosity; before gawking at how little change he had from the cashier.

“You’re Clyde, right?” Josh asked, without thanking him for paying.

“You remember!” Clyde smiled flirtatiously.

“You’re the one who told me to hook up with you if I broke up with my girlfriend,” he stated without emotion.

Clyde grinned. “You can’t blame a guy for trying,” he shrugged, laughing. “How are things with your girlfriend by the way?”

“Alright,” Josh shrugged thoughtlessly. “Her mom’s certainly been a lot nicer to me recently,” he huffed. “She’s been baking loads of cakes and stuff and lets me eat as much as I want. She doesn’t even complain if I eat the whole thing; as long as I don’t tell Claire about it.”

Clyde looked back at Josh’s centre with a little confusion. “Mrs Humphrey’s didn’t really strike me as the generous type,” he pondered aloud as Josh’s tray, piled high with food, finally arrived. But Josh was done talking, turning around and heading to the nearest table. Clyde simply watched him leave, noting with interest how much fuller Josh’s perfect ass seemed, still the sight of a little crack was not unwelcome.

“My daughter is taking up her place at Harvard next month,” Mrs Humphreys smiled some time later, sneaking up on Clyde at the supermarket. “And it’s all thanks to you!” Her face was beaming with pride.

Clyde smiled, taking a few seconds to recall her name, before nodding happily. “Oh good, I’m pleased to hear that I could help, Mrs Humphreys,” he smiled.

“She’s so close to dropping that awful boy now,” she whispered. “Now everyone can see what a disgusting pig he is! You should see him when he’s in my kitchen!”

Clyde nodded, pretending to follow her meaning.

“I have to ask though…” Mrs Humphreys whispered, even quieter as she leaned in. “Is it permanent?”

Not knowing the answer to the strange question, Clyde took a gamble and nodded, “I think so.”

Mrs Humphreys cackled in delight and slapped her thigh. “Oh you are wicked!” she chortled, shuffling off to the baking aisle. “Nothing more than the foul pig deserves though!” she shouted back.

Striding through town a few days later, Clyde spotted the handsome Josh, hunched down eating in a booth at the same burger joint he had seen him in last time. Curiously, he wandered in; the echoes of his conversation with Mrs Humphreys still ringing in his head. Trying not to be obvious, he walked up to the counter, not looking at the handsome man. He would get a table nearby and maybe try to make pleasant conversation with him. But as he waited in line, he felt a tall, solid presence suddenly behind him in the line.

“Hey Clyde,” came a deep, gruff voice behind him.

Spinning around, Clyde was greeted by the sight of a very much altered Josh. It was midday on a Tuesday and yet Josh was no longer in his construction gear, as Clyde would have expected. Had he been fired? Indeed, the clothes Josh was wearing barely seemed to fit at all. A substantial, solid mass was pushing out of the man’s middle, forming a very real pot gut that was not entirely covered by the man’s t-shirt. But, now that Clyde was up-close to him, he could see that Josh’s designer stubble had grown long and unkempt, unsuccessfully concealing chubbier cheeks that puffed up his handsome face. A smell of sweat and stale food seemed to leach off him, and for the first time, Clyde did not feel immediate lust for him. “Josh?” he sighed, feeling a little awkward next to the overfed boy.

“How are you doing?” Josh asked, not waiting for an answer before he lunged into his next question. “Do you fancy shouting me some lunch again?” he smiled, revealing a little hidden double chin that was just starting to form. “I’m a little strapped for cash these days.”

“I thought I saw you eating your lunch already?” Clyde asked, peering back to the table filled with empty packaging that Josh had just vacated, and staring down at the ketchup stain on his overstretched shirt.

“Yeah, but…” Josh grunted, standing up taller and pumping his biceps, “…you know how it is. A man’s gotta eat.”

Clyde looked down at him. It was clear from the bloated form on the man, that he had done little else besides eating in the last five months. It was the end of the summer and Josh should have been in peak physical performance, and yet here he was, at least 90lbs heavier. “I was only popping in for a quick snack,” Clyde explained as the line moved forwards and he reached the front. “Just a…small bag of fries please,” he stated to the teenager at the counter, feeling awkward with the large, freshly fattened man by his side.

“And he wants to order a Texan burger mega meal for me,” Josh jumped in rudely.

The guy behind the counter looked sceptically at Josh, rolling his eyes. “Josh, you can’t keep doing this to customers,” he sighed, looking to Clyde apologetically.

Feeling a little unnerved, Clyde simply waved. “He can have it,” he relented, fishing out another twenty from his wallet. “It’s fine.”

Clyde turned around and faced the cheeky man who had just upped his bill so much. Josh looked delighted with himself.

“So is this how you spend your days now?” Clyde asked. “Hanging around here, hoping that someone will buy you some food?”

Josh didn’t seem in the least bit embarrassed; his eyes watching the workers preparing his meal behind the counter. “Don’t skimp on the fries like last time Corey!” he shouted out for the whole restaurant to hear, whilst a spotty teenager glared at him contemptuously from the kitchen area. “Um, yeah,” he started, trying to answer Clyde’s question. “Now that Claire has gone to college, there’s not much for me to do these days. We didn’t exactly leave on good terms last time we saw each other. I think she’s going off me…” he stated, still watching out for his food.

“You don’t say…” Clyde nodded, looking at the droop that was overtaking the jock’s former pecs. This hot boy was filling up with fat fast! What on earth had got into him? How could a man that attractive go so quickly from hunk, to chunk? It was such a waste and nothing short of pure gluttony!

Clyde gasped. Gluttony? Was that a sin? Had he… had he done this? Was this a spell that actually worked?

As the food arrived, Josh simply took it and trotted back to his table. His shorts barely containing the bulbous, overfed ass cheeks he had developed. “See you around,” he muttered, already stuffing fries into his mouth.

Clyde had never seen anything more repulsive in his life. How had he ever thought Josh was hot when he ate like that?

It was about two weeks later when Clyde had a knock on his door. He never conducted his business here in the apartment and so having someone calling at this hour was more than a little strange. Armed with a baseball bat, he crept to the door and called out. “Who is it?”

“It’s Josh!” came the reply.

How the hell did Josh know where he lived? Clyde thought to himself, huffing as he opened the door. Then, without invitation, a large, heavy man walked in without invitation, standing there in a sweater which left a significant amount of hairy stomach fat on display.

“Claire dumped me,” he smiled, as if pleased. “She sent me a text now.”

“Oh… that’s…” Clyde began, unable to think how to reply. “A text?”

“You told me to come hook up with you if we ever broke up,” he stated calmly. “Here I am,” he smiled, leaning in for a tender kiss.

Clyde couldn’t react fast enough as the large, overweight porker bore down on him. Six months ago, this would have been the hottest experience of his life. But now Mrs Humphreys was right, everyone really could see what a disgusting pig of a man Josh had become. Ducking and diving, he snuck away into the lounge in case he was pinned against the wall by Josh’s heavy belly. This had to be the strangest thing that had ever happened to him. He had come to accept that maybe there was more to his spellcasting than even he could explain away. Too many coincidences seemed to follow-on from whatever magic he had pretended to cast in this town. Now, just from the mere mention of hooking up with Josh after giving him that powder, he had managed to turn a straight guy into a love-sick puppy. At least, that was what he could assume from the soppy look Josh was giving him now. “Sit down Josh…” Clyde smiled, trying to stay calm. His work had never followed him home like this before.

“You got anything to eat?” Josh asked, ignoring him and heading for the kitchen instead. Flicking furiously through the manuscript, Clyde instead searched desperately for something that could help. Was it even possible to reverse a spell like this?

Josh had parked his large rump down on bar stool which creaked under his weight and slowly started to demolish the things he had picked out to eat. Frustrated at being confined, Josh had thrown off his tight sweater, sitting there without shame as his obesity was unveiled. Large, repulsive breasts fell onto his very swollen, ball-like belly. Fat coated his muscular arms, destroying any illusion of previous definition; whilst a good five inches of ass crack was left exposed as Josh’s sweatpants failed to contain his nauseating body. Clyde tried not to feel disgusted as he watched the gluttonous man gorge himself, licking his chubby fingers clean every few seconds. How Josh’s girlfriend had hung on this long, he would never know. He felt sick to the stomach just looking at him and hearing him belch, long and loud, without a care in the world.

Just then, there was another knock on the door - the second in ten minutes? What was going on?

Without a thought to his own safety, Clyde threw open the door to see a middle aged lady dressed rather eccentrically in too much make-up, with beads and bangles, as well as a long, flowing dress.

“I heard you have something of mine,” the lady stated, raising a severely plucked, arched eyebrow.

“Something of yours?” Clyde replied, wondering who this woman was. He really didn’t have time for this; not with the gross, human-pig in the kitchen.

“My book!” she screeched impatiently. “I know you have it. Word travels fast when you sell my spells at these carnivals!”

“That book belonged to my aunt,” Clyde retorted, starting to close the door on the woman. He had no intention of surrendering the manuscript and no time to argue about it right now either. However, the lady’s boot stepped out and stopped the door with surprising force.

“Your aunt was a thief!” the Russian woman growled, striding into the apartment. “I am Madam Anzhelika Azarov. And that is MY book!”

Clyde dived in-front of her and immediately cradled the book as if it were his own kid. “It’s not yours!” he shouted. But, expecting a forceful reply, Clyde was surprised when the woman’s tone suddenly quietened and a patient look filled her face.

“Just look inside the cover dear…” she hissed, with a forced smile on her face.

Clyde considered for a moment and then pulled back the cover. There on the front page was written a name he had seen many times before, but never really considered: ‘Anzhelika Azarov’.

At that moment, Josh called out from behind the door of the kitchen. “You’re out of donuts!” he yelled, through a mouthful of food.

Madam Azarov’s attention peaked at the noise and she waded in, uninvited, into the small space. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” she laughed, looking at the obese man gorging in the kitchen. Then she looked up at Clyde and shook her finger. “I know what you’ve done!” she laughed. “Gluttony at its finest! I haven’t seen anything this severe in years! Just look at him!”

Clyde couldn’t help feeling a little guilty and ashamed. “I was looking for a way to reverse it…” he mumbled. But Madam Azrov’s eyes were darting backwards and forwards between the two of them.

“And you’ve made him fall in love with you…” she noted, looking at the eyes Josh was giving Clyde.

“I don’t know how,” Clyde shrugged. “I certainly didn’t mean to.”

“I can help,” Madam Azarov nodded, rolling up her sleeves as if to help and holding her hands out for the book.

“No way,” Clyde stated reluctantly, not wanting to surrender his book. He had the sense that if he handed it over, he would never get it back.

“Fine then,” the lady huffed irritably. “At least bring me a sample of this powder you made that did this to him. There may be something I can work with from there.”

Still carrying the book with a vice-like grip, Clyde retreated to his room where he kept his odd bottles of formulas and powders; all in interestingly shaped and colourful varieties to add to the theatrical-nature of what he was trying to convey to customers. There, at the back, was the bottle of powder he had made six months ago for Mrs Humphreys. Returning to the kitchen, he handed it over to the lady who was holding her nose from the gas that the obese man had just released. She snatched it impatiently and looked inside.

“Not a bad batch,” she nodded. “I couldn’t have made it better myself. But you know very little about it I am sure?”

Clyde shook his head.

“When used, it puts the victim in a brief hypnotic state where they are very suggestible. I’m assuming that’s how you got fatso here to fall in love with you?” she spat, with a sideways glance at the blubbery oaf next to her.

Clyde looked guiltily down at the floor.

“Lucky for you, there is something I can do for you…” she went on, pouring the powder into a bowl from Clyde’s cupboard and looking deeply into it, as if she had spotted something. “See this here…” she pointed, bringing the bowl to Clyde’s face.

Clyde moved towards it and looked deeply into the bowl. But, as fast as a lightening strike, Madam Azarov blew with all of her might, scattering the entire contents of the powder all over Clyde. He spluttered and breathed in so much of it he could barely think straight. Then, his attention waxing and waning, he stood there, unable to move.

“Interesting, I assumed your deadliest sin would be greed…” Madam Azarov commented seeming to peer into Clyde’s own mind. “…judging by how much money you have been charging for my spells!” she hissed angrily. “But, lust… yes, I can work with that,” she chuckled, looking between Clyde and the fat man in his kitchen. “You see this pig of a boy here…” she smiled, turning Clyde to face Josh, who continued to gorge himself as if entirely oblivious to what was going on around him. “Isn’t he such a sexy beast?” she went on, trying to get through the sentence without laughing. “All those big, blubbery rolls of fat! You don’t want anyone else but him. In fact, you won’t even care that I’ve taken the book. All you want to do is keep this big, lardy, sexy pig, well fed and fattening to even greater heights!” She prized the book from Clyde’s arms and held it triumphantly. “I think that’s a perfect way to spend all that money you’ve been earning these last few years,” she stated, as if delivering justice. Then, just like that, she was gone; the door slamming unceremoniously behind her.

Clyde regained full consciousness, gazing at his large, fattening house guest, gorging himself silly. His love handles dripped erotically over the tight waistband of the overstretched sweatpants and his skin glistened with sweat from his overindulgence. He watched as he rubbed his stomach with his chubby hands as if it were painful and whipped his messy, greasy, unstyled hair out of his puffy face. Clyde only knew one thing: he had never wanted anyone more.

“Do you want ice cream?” he asked casually, stepping over to the freezer and pulling it out in front of Josh with a large spoon. Easily distracted, Josh abandoned all else and started taking down the new treat, easily carving the spoon into the hard, frozen surface. Clyde put his hand on the man’s arm and was surprised at how soft and relaxed it felt; Josh had grown so fat in the last few months. His body was becoming a temple to his beautiful gluttony and Clyde’s groin stood to attention as a result. He gazed down at the wide, overfed ass, hanging out of Josh’s sweatpants. He couldn’t wait to play with that later. “Why don’t you take your pants off…” he suggested keenly into Josh’s ear.

Josh grinned happily and stood up a few inches off the stool so that Clyde could pull the pants down for him from his huge ass. Then, in a breath-taking display, Josh’s swollen, buttery ass was revealed; protrusive and wide. Even as Clyde slipped down to pick up the last remnants of Josh’s clothes, he knew that he never wanted to see Josh get dressed again. The key would be keeping him well-fed, or rather, dramatically overfed. Josh was going to be the best play thing in the world.

“Don’t worry,” Clyde whispered, seeing that Josh was already coming to the end of the ice cream tub. “I have plenty more where that came from…” Then, wrapping his fingers around a thick wedge of Josh’s belly fat, Clyde gazed into the fat man’s eyes. “Eat up porker!”