Cameron’s tongue moved swiftly, as he licked his lips greedily. His eyes kept reading and re-reading the numbers shown by the app on his phone. His mind, twirling with desire as he looked at the small whale of a man deeply asleep on the bed, leaving all of his bountiful curves out in the open.
‘347 pounds…Three hundred and forty seven…pounds…of beautiful, luscious, fat!
Oh, Harry…how much you’ve grown in these months… you’ve almost doubled your own weight since last time… And still, I get to keep you here for way longer!
How… BIG…will I be able to make you?’
The butler, then took a bit of off time to compose himself, before returning into the room of the fattened up singer, back into his role of a butler/lover, ready to wake up his sleeping beauty from his slumber. Yet, an idea came to Cameron as he slowly leaned in onto Harry’s sleeping forms.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he moved closer to the sleeping guy, as he then began to whisper softly into his ears.
His friends on the internet had mentioned something about nightly suggestions, of how it sounded easy, although nobody had never provided certain proof of these treatments to be actually effective. But Cameron, considering the level of control he had on the guy, thought that he had nothing to lose.
“Harry? ...Ha-arry?” using an almost sing-song voice, he began whispering some concept to the mind of the singer, which in turn, began to associate such notions as his own thoughts.
“You’re in need to grow, Harry… You’re just too thin…you know, deeply within yourself, that you’re still losing weight. It just won’t do, Harry… How could Cameron be with you…if you’re so sickly thin?
You have to eat more… you need to gain more… you must be bigger…
Keep eating Harry… go over your limits… there is no fullness…not for you…”
As Cameron repeated those lines a few times, he noticed that Harry seemed to be mumbling those back to himself as he kept on sleeping, and he let him do that, within almost half an hour, before waking him up properly. Making sure that those idea would be engraved into his mind.
As Harry woke up, he felt all rested up, albeit he soon felt himself tired again as soon as he rose from his bed with the help of his beautiful Cameron. Still, as he slowly waddled through the room, following the direction given to him from his lover, he turned his face toward him, as he stared in silence to him, before speaking up, in embarrassment.
“C-Cameron?”
“Yes, Dear?”
“C-Can I… ask you… something?”
“Sure, Harry. Never be afraid to speak…you can tell me everything…”
Styles, blushing a little, began to bring forth an idea he had about his training. He knew that Felipe would get mad at him for having the gall to change the course of the training but, he hoped that Cameron, being his partner, could show some forgiveness.
“I…I know…that you…guys…are working…hard… for me… B-But…I feel…like I’m…making no…progress…as of…late.
Would…it be…a problem…if we…try to…increase…the process… a bit?”
Cameron smiled at how trembling, and uneven, Harry’s voice had become. At how deeper it was now that almost two hundred pounds of pure fat was weighing him down. Yet, he understood that request and, while he couldn’t show how joyful he felt, he stayed silent for a couple of minutes, just to keep up the pressure on his growing lover.
“Mh…I don’t see why not. We’re at the beginning of your training for the first phase, Harry…we can decide to step up the pace…”
Styles began to smile in anticipation, his ever present hunger starting to impact all of his decisions, although he stopped for a moment, wondering what Cameron had meant when he said that they were at the beginning of his first phase. Doubtful, he tried to think back to how long had passed since his arrival in the mansion but, all days seemed the same and so, he turned toward Cameron, confusion clearly visible on his face.
“Cam? Haven’t…passed…already… more than… two months?”
The butler smiled once more within himself. Although ruled by his hunger, Harry still was doubtful and confused, but considering how trained he had become toward his own response, he knew that the fatty at his side would take for truth whatever he would be saying.
“Oh, my dear…No, you’ve come here barely five weeks ago…remember? We’ve had the celebration feast not even last week…for your FIRST month?
Dear, dear…we surely have to intensify if you’re losing yourself like this…”
Styles tried to think back to what Cameron was saying but, he couldn’t exactly remember that particular episode, all of his passed days seemed so similar to him, and yet, if his lover had said so, Harry knew that it had to be true. So, nodding in acceptance, he still was feeling happy enough for having his idea so easily accepted. As soon as they arrived in the dining room, Styles moved as fast as he could, as he already was feeling his rumbling belly begging him to eat something, anything. As he lowered his bulk on the massive couch, which had replaced his comfy chair, he began to dig in immediately in his meal, without even bothering to ask about what he was being served.
As swiftly as a behemoth of almost 350 pounds could, he leaned forward into the table, as he began to eat at the plethora of goodies littering the table nearby himself. To start with he moved a large chocolate cake toward himself, as he quickly began to pick up handful of the stuff, pushing it into his mouth, uncaring for the residue that were falling from his grasp. With a full night without any food entering, he felt starving, so much so that, as he quickly cleared out the cake, he simply went to town into the next one that Cameron simply pushed under his nose, while moving away the previously cake filled platter.
Styles, though didn’t stop there. Demolishing treat after treat, he kept pushing food into his mouth, until his arms began to ache for the effort of being moved. This was an occurrence that, as time passed, was starting to be happening faster and faster. But Harry wasn’t worried about that. At the first sign that he was tiring himself out, having gotten used to be pampered, he turned toward Cameron with a wishful look, as a smile erupted on his puffy face, seeing as his lover sat beside him, bringing those delightful treats directly to his lips.
All Harry had to do now, was to open his lips, close them, chew and open again. Cameron would take care of the rest. As the singer lost himself in this delightful feeling, he barely began to be aware of what was being given to him, as he simply accepted whatever came his way. For this reason, he never noticed how fast his breakfast made of sweets, quickly turned into a feeding frenzy made up with whatever was available. As cakes were being replaced by greasy fried chicken pieces, which in turn were replaced by massive burgers and fries. Harry ate with abandon, feeling his large gut growing, bloating out as it filled with food.
And yet, despite that he never once seemed perturbed by this. Even as he heard his stained sweatshirt tearing itself apart, pushed tightly as it had been for the past few days against his enlarging body, he never raised a whisper. He just kept gulping down, swallowing and eating all that Cameron brough to his lips, especially since his lover, more often than not, began to tease him with chaste kisses all over his widening body.
Styles had fallen into the trap hook, line and sinker.
He was hooked to the sensation of the short butler body pressed against his own, of his hands roaming his gut, of his lips against his skin. In such a state, he could care less of how painful his belly felt, or how tired he was getting. All that mattered was to keep having Cameron closer to him. Yet, even Harry new body had its limit. And those limit were reached as four full hours of eating had passed, and Styles felt completely full and sated. But Cameron knew that if he wanted Harry to keep outgrowing himself, he had to continue.
So, a bit with kindness, a bit with force, he had his lover drank two full cups of his tea, as he then stood back and stared as the, now obese, singer began to let himself go once more, forced by his own induced hunger to keep eating, despite the feeling of fullness he was having.
The butler loved these moments best. When Harry, despite feeling ill, despite everything, would turn toward him and with his ‘puppy eyes’ would look at him to keep going, muttering and mumbling with his fattened cheeks to have his lover resume the feeding, to keep giving him more.
And Cameron would quickly do as his lover asked.
Felipe, form behind the scenes watched with glee at how quickly the singer was growing, although, aware that once reached the four hundred pounds, having him gain more was going to be a long process.
Yet, Cameron was doing an excellent job, although he still worried about the relationship that was growing stronger between them. In any case, as he turned around in his room, he had only to wait and see, as of now he had a bigger fish to fry…
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