"Well what are you doing eating so much?! Do you want to become a fat pig like me?!" Dave asked, surprised.

"Yeah, yeah I do...and I think you should help me."

Dave was busy rubbing at his own giant belly without really having noticed he was doing so. He slowly smiled, his huge cheeks dimpling a bit, "Alright man, I'll help you."

He shifted his huge bulk and reached his huge arm across his body to rub at Jake's belly. Jake had to be at least 300 now and was actually enjoying it as evidenced by the satisfied grunt he gave as Dave rubbed. The rubbing coaxed up a deep belch from Jake who groaned happily. He had no idea what was going on but he didn't care. His life had turned upside down and he didn't want to go back now.

"Mmm," Jake groaned. "Though you seem like you hate being big, Dave. Why would you agree to this...?"

Dave just kept smiling and moved his hand back to his own belly. He lifted his shirt up a bit to show off his giant belly, coated in glistening sweat.

"When I grew I hated it. I cried and begged for my body back. I locked myself in my room and didn't eat for at least two days. Though every time I saw myself in the mirror or moved my body I felt something. I liked it... Being so fat was amazing! I wanted to be a pig... and I wanted to find someone to be a pig with," he said softly as he fondled his belly. "You started feeling that way, haven't you?"

Jake nodded slowly, his mouth going dry and his body tingling from excitement. Dave grunted and laid a thick fart into the couch, then looked at Jake with a chuckle.

"Sorry. Been holding that in. Kind of comes with the size," he said as Jake just scooted himself closer to Dave, starting to breath heavier.