Harry Styles soon lost himself as the ‘Program’ continued.
Day after day, his routine kept on being the same, never changing. Even the ‘encounters’ with Cameron, despite being blissfully beautiful, still didn’t add anything different to his schedule. He ate and trained and slept. Then he would restart and proceed.
Although, as weeks passed, Harry began to notice that something seemed different. As of late, for example, he was finding that rising from his bed was starting to be a tiring and difficult activity. Often, finding himself out of breath, had to ask Cameron to give him a hand, which soon turned into another ecstatic feeding session where the short butler would feed him his breakfast directly in his room.
These sessions were starting to become something of a normal occurrence for the singer and yet, he couldn’t stop. Despite the fact that he always felt extremely tired and full beyond his limits, he just couldn’t refuse to, not when Cameron looked at him so passionately, as he moved closer and closer, until he could almost feel the guy’s breath on his skin. Harry had never felt like that before, so loved, having himself being turned into an object of such passion. Yet, it wasn’t always happiness and smiles.
There were days when he looked at himself, realizing that he hadn’t yet changed his clothes, or that he wasn’t sure on when he had his last shower. And Still, his Cameron didn’t seem to mind. Instead, it was almost like the guy found that extremely arousing. And so, losing himself in this vortex of passions, Harry slowly gave it up. Leaving all decisions to Cameron, letting the butler decide what was best for him.
It was liberating for the singer to act in such a way, he trusted Cameron and, since he had already to take care of him for the Program, Styles saw nothing wrong in letting him decide what he could do and what he couldn’t.
Cameron, being aware of having, finally, seized control of Styles life began to add small changes to his activities. Making sure that his new toy would embrace his life of laziness and gluttony, bringing those to new levels. So, Harry started to have breakfast in bed, always being hand fed by the butler, without realizing that most of his mornings were being spent in such a way, as time for their training dwindled, while his eating increased drastically. And yet, thanks to the Prednisone and the herbal tea, Harry’s consumption of food rose to the roof. Cameron, a bit by begging, and a bit by ordering, made sure that Harry would pass most of his day eating, stuffing himself full and even beyond that point, if it was a good day. With time, though, pounds began to pile on the singer body, as a sponge did with water, so Styles seemed to be doing with food. Week after week, he began to grow bigger and wider, almost as if someone was inflating him with water.
But his new size brought forth new issues.
Mobility, for one. During the weeks of indulgent pampering, Harry had mentioned to Cameron, after a gut-bursting meal, that he wished to go and take a bit of sun at the inside pool. Cameron, good butler he was, offered himself to aid him going there but, the two of them quickly realized it was going to be harder than they had thought.
Weighted down by several pounds of food, Harry had issues even leaving his chair, while moving his own fattened legs proved an even more difficult challenge. Yet, with Cameron at his side, he thought he could do it, despite his tiredness. But the butler quickly realized that not even the love that Harry had for him was going to be enough, on its own. It was needed something to reinforce that.
And so it was that the massively fattened Styles began waddling through the hallways, one hand against the wall for support, the other on the shoulder of his short lover, as this one pushed donuts and other sweets against the lips of the singer, using those treats as motivation for him to keep going, to keep moving, despite knowing that his lunch had ended up not event half an hour before.
Styles would have wondered about those difficulties in walking around, while not even a couple of months before he could walk freely through the mansion.
But present-day Harry was stricken with love. And hunger.
So much of both, that he couldn’t even think of opposing his lover’s decision, neither he could refuse the need for more that he felt roaring from his rumbling, groaning, gut. And so, gulping down treat by treat, for any of his steps, he kept moving, feeling his whole body jiggling for the entire time.
When they finally managed to reach the pool, Styles was looking like a wreck. Huffing and puffing, completely out of breath, his tracksuit clinging to his sweaty curves, he crushed himself on one of the deck chairs, as he struggled to get his breath back. As he lay there, in a heap of his own sweaty fatty rolls, Cameron seized his opportunity.
“Harry?”
“Ye-*huff*-ess…Cam?”
“I can see you’re tired…You do need to refill your energies.
Here, have a snack to replenish your stamina back.”
As he said that, he took a short cake from the arms of a maid that had been trailing them, along with a trolley loaded with treats, and quickly pushed it within Harry’s grasp. Motioning him to start with that as he prepared for something else. In this way, despite his initial desire of being at the pool to just sit and relax, Styles found himself subjected, once more to a strenuous feeding session, one that, was going to be just the prelude of the soon coming lunch. Yet, Harry didn’t raise any opposition, as he just sat there, eating the sweets given to him, drinking his herbal tea, and preparing himself for the long walk back to the dining room, where lunch was going to be started soon. As his days began to follow this same logic, day in and day out, Harry let himself go completely quickly becoming nothing more than a box where Cameron would store food into.
One morning, almost two months past into the Program, Cameron stood on one end of the king-sized bed where Harry slept, and he simply stared at how beautiful Styles was getting, in his eyes. Slowly, he moved his stare all over the singer body, watching every crevice, every roll, feeling himself growing excited by how large his new pet was getting.
He started from the face, that same visage that had always looked as if someone had sculpted it, while now it was looking so puffy and soft, what with his bloated, cascading, cheeks, which then seemed to merge on what had once been his neck, which had now become just a collection of wobbling chin rolls. Cameron had to restrain himself from leaning over Harry, to just count them with his fingers, to feel their softness as the singer slept, as he instead quickly counted them in his mind, ecstatic to see that two were fully formed, as a third one seemed to be growing under them. His eyes traveled southward, from his chins to his torso, seeing with a smile as he was already starting to develop a nice sized pair of moobs. Also there, he had to stop himself from cupping them, to feel the jelly like flesh wobble within his hands, although the idea sent him into such a frenzy that he barely managed to stop himself.
Below that wonderful spectacle, made even more beautiful by Harry’s breathing which forced his entire jiggly torso to wobble at his every breath, there was the massive belly that Cameron was cultivating, making sure it grew bigger and capable of holding more and more as time passed. In the butler eyes, it was like a work of art, so soft and malleable, so pliable to his touch, as it had developed two smaller, but rounder, belly rolls on top, with a wider, less shaped, roll beneath, which covered completely the singer crotch. As he traveled even more south, he marveled at his hips, seeing how vast they were getting.
Since Harry was sleeping on his back, he couldn’t see his bountiful rear but, seeing the squished fat overlapping out at his sides, gave Cameron an almost clear idea of what a massive thing it was becoming. Then there were his thighs and his legs, once toned and fit, not exaggeratedly covered in muscles, but still balanced.
Now, instead, those could be barely defined as legs, while the term ‘fattened pillars’ immediately came to mind.
As Cameron, then, backed away a little bit, he stared in wonder at how massive Harry was looking as of late. Thanks to his feedings, thanks to his passions, thanks to Cameron’s dedicated mind.
Now, though, was the time he had been waiting for so long. Since that day that he had weighted him, pushing him into the trap that had convinced Styles he needed to gain weight. Since then, in fact, Cameron hadn’t weighted again the growing fat singer.
But he had prepared a hidden scale within his bed.
And now, he finally gave in into his needs, and started it up, using an app from his phone to see in numbers how big his new lover had managed to turn himself into.
The numbers on screen almost forced a moan out of his lips, as his own facial expression turned into one expressing extreme delight…
Those numbers were…
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