December 7th: Stuffed Like a Turkey
Trevor’s phone rang. It was Jack. “Honey, where are you? Abigail just got dropped off from the after school and she wants to say hello. You texted me that you arrived a couple of minutes ago but we haven’t seen you. What’s up? Worried about your punishment?” Jack could hear Trevor huffing and puffing on the other end of the line. He laughed a little. “Oh my God, has my big chunky pig gotten so full and out of shape that he’s out of breath just walking down the hallway?” Jack laughed.
“No... I’m taking.... the stairs!” Trevor finally managed to get out as he tried to catch his breath, hunched over the railing on the third floor landing. Trevor needed to hold the phone away from his ear because Jack was laughing so much. Eventually he heard some murmuring on the other end of the line and Trevor could barely hear Jack, in between laughs telling their daughter “I’m just laughing because your big daddy is being silly. He’s taking the stairs to get to our apartment on the fifth floor instead of just taking the elevator like he always does. Yes. You could also take the stairs to go up to our apartment. Since apparently your big daddy likes to take the stairs, maybe you two could race up to the apartment sometime.”
“You’re trying to give me the nickname big daddy to our daughter?!? No. I veto that name. I am going to be Daddy Trevor just like I always have been. Not Fat Daddy, Jumbo Daddy or Tubby Trevor. We are not going to create an entire identity about around my recent weight gain.”
“Tubby Trev! Why didn’t I think of that! That is perfect. TT! That’s gonna be your new nickname. Thanks for the idea.” Jack said, cackling. “So why is my TT taking the stairs?”
Having fully caught his breath, Trevor responded with as much dignity as he could muster “Back when we first moved here, I would be able to take the steps two at a time all the way up to the fifth floor to our place. I wanted to see how well I could still get up those stairs now. I didn’t realize it until the party a couple of days ago, but my physique is totally gone.”
“All of that sedentary eating really took a toll on you, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Jack was very quiet. “You don’t regret it, do you?” Jack could hear Trevor’s breathing growing heavy. “Take deeper breaths. It’ll increase the time until you need to stop and catch your breath.” Jack could here Trevor’s breath growing deeper and more controlled. “What floor are you on?”
“Fourth. And no. I don’t regret it. Being able to share all of your passions for food and having all of this free time to focus on other things is really amazing. I guess I was just expecting that my old muscles would be there if I needed them, you know? Maybe that’s stupid, but I guess I was just assuming that I could go to the gym and still do my old workout but I’m just realizing that I may be more out of shape than I thought.”
“Well, if I’m not mistaken you should be coming up to the fifth floor landing and to our floor. I prepared a little treat for you because I imagine you’re so hungry after that pizza, then I’m gonna let you change and we’re going to have a little bit of fun as a family. I went through your college archives and I found something really interesting so we’re going to have a walk down memory lane as your punishment.”
“What? What are you talking about. I’m coming into the apartment now.” Trevor hung up the phone and Jack was standing there with his phone all ready to document the split in his pants.
“OK fat boy, bend over.” Jack then thought better of it and looked over at Abigail who was doing her homework in the kitchen and said “Honey? That’s a funny nickname that only I get to call Daddy Trevor. I don’t get to call other people that and you’re not allowed to call other people fat boy. OK? It’s just a name between the two of us.”
Trevor smiled and, like a flash of lightning, this little brown haired girl in a blue damask sundress sprinted out from the kitchen shouting “DAAAAAADEEEE TEEEEEEE!!!!” So Trevor quickly dropped his bag and let his bodyweight pull him down into a squat, tearing his pants beyond recognition as he scooped up his daughter in his arms and then surprised himself by being able to stand up as she clung around his shoulders.
“Baby girl! I thought about you all weekend. How have you been?”
“OK. My weekend was pretty fun but it wasn’t as fun as it is with you. Also, their cooking isn’t as good as Daddy Jack’s. His food is way better. Also, I hope you do OK in your physical fitness challenge. I hope I do as well as you do.”
Trevor looked quizzically at his husband. “The what now?”
“Oh, I got the idea from our friend Juniper. Do you remember Juniper?” Trevor nodded. That was their code for when they needed to reference something of an inappropriate nature while their daughter was within earshot. Instead of referencing the event they would just reference it as something that was said or happened while they were spending time with ‘our friend juniper.’ Trevor assumed this was the punishment. “So what idea is this?”
Jack smiled. “Let’s let you get changed first. Let me help you off with these things—while you little miss” he said, turning his attention to their daughter “need to get back to homework. Your Daddies need to get into some fitness gear and we’re not going to start until you finish your homework. I think you still have your math to do?”
“Yeah. 15 problems. Stupid math.”
“Well, that should take you about 20 minutes. You go back to the kitchen table and we’ll go and get changed and we will be out soon to check your homework. What are our rules?”
She grumbled. “I’m not allowed to go more than 3 feet from the edge of the table. I’m only allowed to go to the kitchen once, and then only to fill up my water cup. If I’m caught playing around with things that I shouldn’t be touching while you are in the other room, I lose my privileges for three days. I know, I know.” She looked bitterly at her homework across the living room. “You know, it’s bad enough that I have to do math, you don’t need to make it worse by having all of those dumb rules.” She sulked.
Trevor just laughed “well we appreciate in advance you following all of those dumb little rules and if you do it, we will thank you by letting you choose from one of three treats that we brought home from a party over the weekend.”
“Will we now?”
“What could it hurt? Now go and do your homework.” He said, turning to Abigail.
She scampered off to the kitchen where they immediately heard the faucet running and she was filling up her water glass from the kitchen sink. They waited for a second to see her get settled on the dining room table and open her books and then jack lead Trevor by the tie into their bedroom and closed the door.
Trevor expected Jack’s mood to immediately change because they only had so much time during the day where they could be alone. He was not disappointed. “You fat fuck. You’ve gotten so fat that you don’t even have any clothes to go to work in tomorrow. What do you expect me to do, go out after work and get you some jumbo clothes for your fat chubby ass? Get on all fours, let me inspect the damage.”
Trevor heard the click of a lock and he knew that it was safe. He heard the closet door open and he knew that Jack was getting some stuff from their toy box. Since their kid was in the next room, he knew that they were only gonna be using quiet toys like a ball gag, electric play, ropes, things like that. He knew better than to ask if Jack wanted him to take off his clothes so he just got down on all fours, split pants exposing his chunky rear end.
He looked around and saw that Jack had stripped off everything and was standing there in just a pair of short shorts and was just throwing on an elastic harness. He had a little electric taser toy in his left hand and his Grandfather’s ivory-handled hunting knife in his right. “I’m about to have some fun with my pig. First, let’s document the damage.” Jack took the knife and tossed it on the bed. He got his camera phone off the dresser and started snapping pictures. “Look at you. You’re already getting out of breath climbing the stairs and you’re not even 250 pounds yet. That’s pathetic! You’re only half the size you’re probably eventually going to be, judging from how much of a pig you are in the kitchen.” Trevor heard the clicks of the camera behind him and knew he was documenting the tear of his pants. He felt a mild electric jolt go through his ass cheeks.“Look at this fat ass. I remember you when you used to be this fit muscular God, now you’re starting to just look like a tub of lard, you’re almost starting to look sloppy. And you know what?” Jack says with disgust in his voice. “I love it. I love seeing that you have put on all of this weight because of me. Because of what I’ve done; my cooking and my accommodation of your sedentary lifestyle. Making you a breakfast for half a dozen people for you to eat all by yourself and volunteering to take our kid to school every single morning just so you have more time to be a fat ass. And now, you are giving me another key to controlling you: I am now going to be buying all of your clothes. I’ll have these new clothes to go on, and then I’m just going to be getting you some sizes larger, as you grow out of things. I’ll keep track of what size you currently are and replace them as needed but I am going to cut out all of the tags, so you can never know how fat you’ve gotten.”
Jack grabbed Trevor’s nipples and twisted and grab them so hard that Trevor almost yelped out in pain, if it wasn’t for the gag and muzzle that had been put over his mouth to keep him quiet. All that came out was just a very quiet muffled moan. That’s when Trevor heard the soft pit of the shocker getting tossed on the bed and the light rustle of a hand picking something up off of the comforter. He looked up and saw the flash of metal. “You know why I have this knife pig? You’re not allowed to use your mouth because your mouth is only allowed to be used for eating and sucking my dick and I don’t wanna fat pig like you anywhere near my cock. You’ll probably get confused and try to fucking eat it like it’s a goddamn hotdog you gluttonous fuck. No. If you want to communicate with me, I want you to snort like a fucking pig you are. One snort for yes, two for no. Do you know what this knife is for?”
“Oink.”
“That’s right. I’m going to strip my hog.” Trevor could feel the knife gently caressing the skin near his throat and then he felt the angle change as Jack used it to cut through his shirt like it was the wrapping paper on a gift. He heard the knife drop to the floor and then jack squatted down and used his powerful strong muscles to tear apart the rest of the fabric from his shirt. He picked up the knife again and sliced to cut the sleeves all the way down to the wrists so that Trevor didn’t need to get his hands off of the carpet in order to comply with Jack’s request to strip.
The shirt came off and Jack’s hands roved all over his husband’s torso squeezing and pinching some places and shocking others. All the while he was dirty talking how fat Trevor had gotten over the last year, but then, Jack moved again and he could feel the blade working near his waist, sawing through his pants and his leather belt to release his pants. Trevor was grateful at how careful Jack was being. The dirty talk stopped and all of Jack’s attention was focused on making sure the knife stayed where he wanted it. Within a minute or so, he cut through the belt, the pants, and the underwear and he shoved the ruined clothes down to the man’s knees.
Then, Trevor heard Jack mumble something and knew that Jack was trying to read the time on the alarm clock at the far side of the bed, just to see how much longer they had. Trevor was really grateful that even during a scene like this, Jack would take care of those real life details so that Trevor could just stay in character. He was the pig. Look at him. Look at what he had done to his body. What he had let Jack do. “I took a fit, hot guy and turned him in to a fat boy. I took his place in the social circle, even took his clothes, his identity, everything. All I left him with is cellulite and love handles.” Trevor could feel Jack’s hands roaming around his now soft crotch and midsection, paying extra attention to the fat that had settled around the base of his cock. “Look at you. You used to have such a beautiful cock. It was so great for fucking, but it’s already starting to get smaller and buried in fat, and as you get fatter, you’re going to get more out of shape and eventually you’re gonna have to give up fucking me at all because you’re going to get out of breath before either one of us has been able to get off, if it’s even possible for me to get off thinking about your fat blubbery ass. You’re just gonna have to get me off by sucking my dick and I’m gonna end up getting off by fucking your fat ass, until your ass grows so wide and soft that I can’t even bury my dick in there because your ass has just grown so fucking gigantic. But then I’ll find other ways. Other ways to use you, like the sex toy you’ve become.”
Jack sighed, and moaned as he moved his lips very close to Trevor’s ear whispered “turtle soup.” That meant that it was the end of their role-playing.
“OK!” Jack said, his voice lighter. He took the muzzle and ball gag out of Trevor’s mouth. Instinctively, Trevor moved his mouth around a little bit just to work out the tenderness from being restrained. He saw his partner Jack taking off the harness and putting all of the other toys back in the box at the top of the closet where no little hands could get to them. It was in a box marked ‘all tax records,’ so no curious little hands would think to look in there. Trevor let Jack hoist him up and was very appreciative that Jack immediately got the lotion to moisturize Trevor’s waist and any other parts where chafing might make him sore. “So how was that? Was it OK? Too much?”
“It was good. Hot. I really like it when you boss me around. I didn’t think I would.”
“You liked it? I’m so glad! I feel like you were so good at being in charge and being the alpha male for so long I thought maybe I wouldn’t be able to do it well.”
“Are you kidding me? That was fantastic. I just wish we had more time. You know, I’m pretty horny right now, but we’ve gotta get dinner started. Also, aftercare, you know. What’s our timetable?”
“We have about five minutes before we’ve got to be out back out there.”
“No problem. What are we gonna be having for dinner? Have you made anything?”
“No, but I figured I would just give you a salad with a little bit of grilled chicken for dinner tonight. You’ve been eating really heavily the last couple of days as part of our days-long role-play and I figured you need a little bit of time to let you recover before we go back to heavy meals all the time.”
“Thanks. I’m still feeling really full from the pizza. I’m feeling stuffed like a turkey.”
“Oh my God, I meant to ask. Was that too much? Was two too many?”
Trevor laughed and stepped out of his ruined clothes, leaving him standing there in just his socks. He saw that jack grabbed a reusable shopping bag that had been sitting unobtrusively in the corner and pulled out some oversized workout clothes that he wore at the beginning of their relationship whenever he would join Trevor in the gym. Trevor had a feeling he knew it was coming but figured he would play along. “I will admit that I had half of the second one left over, but I put it in a big Ziploc bag to have those slices tomorrow. One probably would’ve been sufficient but I understand getting me used to having larger and larger portions of food. It makes sense. I could’ve killed you making me walk through my office with a giant tear in my pants though.”
“Well, I thought of that and I think that once we have dinner, we will have about an hour or so before she needs to be put to bed so I thought it might be a good idea for us to go to the mall really quick and get you some stuff for tomorrow and also get you a complete change of clothes that is three or four sizes larger than you are now that you can keep at work, so that you never need to worry about it if you end up blowing a seam or popping a button at work, you can just change into something else and no one is going to know.”
Trevor laughed. “So you anticipate me getting fatter for a little while. What’s the plan? We probably got to get out here in a couple of minutes.”
“Oh my God! You’re right! Here, put this on.” Jack said, throwing a bag of clothes at his husband.
Trevor made an uncoordinated attempt at catching it and then sat heavily on the bed and opened up the bag and saw, what he hoped was not in there, which was his workout clothes back when he weighed 180 pounds. 65 pounds ago, this was the slim-fit stuff that he would work out in and occasionally do personal training in. “Oh my God, is this even going to fit? Why are we wearing this?”
Jack laughed. “Why? Yours doesn’t fit? That’s so funny. Mine is just super baggy. You had a lot of workout stuff and I chose these because these were the stretchiest of your workout gear but we are going to be doing the workout, as a family, that you would assign your overweight clients when you were a personal trainer back in college. Do you remember? In front of clients, you would always call it your ‘beginner workout,’ but among your friends you would always call it the ‘fat-ass fitness challenge’.”
Trevor blushed with humiliation. “Ironic. You’re going to make me do it aren’t you?”
“Well, fat ass. I didn’t tell you this, but back when we first met I actually tried that work out and it kicked my ass. I couldn’t get to the end of it & I couldn’t do all of the reps. I actually talked to someone who you gave this work out to, way back when I was just starting to date you, and he said that you gave this workout to him too, and it was so hard that the person gave up going to the gym completely. Since you have become a fat ass yourself, no offense, I thought it only fitting to give you a taste of your own medicine.”
“No offense taken.” Trevor said airily. “I take it as a compliment.”
“Excellent. Put on those clothes.” Jack was standing there, lacing up his shoes and Trevor put on his compression shirt, charcoal gray and he was amazed that it managed to even attempt to cover his belly. “Do you remember that this was your looser one?”
Trevor laughed. “Not so loose now. I would wear it when I was going on multi-mile runs, so I didn’t need to worry about the material being so tight that it would chafe me. Now, it barely contains me at all. Multi-mile runs, by the way? I’ll be lucky to be able to do a multi-mile walk nowadays.”
“Nonsense. You’ve gained weight, not transformed into a different person. I see what you mean about aftercare thought. I’ll need to pull you out of that pig headspace before we resume our regularly schedule programming.”
Trevor nodded, checking himself out in the mirror, wishing the tight clothes weren’t so revealing, but fascinated at the changes to his body. “I’m amazed it fits as well as it does, honestly.”
“You only have a couple of inches of belly hanging out the bottom. It’ll probably the last time I’m gonna be able to get you to fit into that shirt without tearing it apart.” Trevor’s hands darted to the bottom of the shirt and saw that yes, his belly was hanging down an inch or two below the shirt and he could pull it down to cover the bottom of his belly but the shirt just immediately went right back up. He could only imagine how much skin he would be exposing if he actually sat down. If he wasn’t careful, this would turn them on all over again. He then put on his boxer briefs that he needed to stretch the seams of a little bit right near his waist and where they hit him in the middle of the thigh because they were so tight they were starting to cut off circulation. Then he tried his old basketball shorts. They were so tight that they fit like bike shorts, and even then he knew that when he sat down his ass crack was going to be exposed for all to see. “OK, so I clearly look ridiculous. Can I take this off?”
Jack laughed. “Of course not honey.” He said, as he walked over to the door. He unlocked it and opened it to step into the hallway. “We have all of the equipment here for you, me, and Abigail to do that work out to find out who in this house is in the best shape. I will demonstrate the exercise and then do my set, Abigail will then do hers and then you will do as much of the work out as you can, TT. If you manage to do the entire work out, I’ll let you change into regular clothes before we go to the mall but if you can’t go through even one set of every exercise, you’re gonna have to wear those clothes until we put Abigail to bed.”
Trevor looked at himself, bloated, fat, and spilling out of the clothes that he had worn all of those years and pounds ago to highlight his physique which were ironically still highlighting his physique but were now simply highlighting how fat he had become.
He liked it. It was like a badge of honor, usually, to show the world how comfortable he was in his own skin and how much he had changed from being the superficial vain guy that he was back then to being someone who appreciated the deeper qualities that make people great.
He had a feeling though, that he was going to be wearing these clothes for quite a while. A couple years ago, he thought, as he was making his way down the hall to where Jack was explaining the work out to Abigail, he had revisited that old work out and found that it was way more difficult than he had remembered it being. He already knew that the old beginner workout for overweight clients was a power move that was intended to show how strong and fit he was, compared to his clients. He let them think that the work out wasn’t too difficult but was intended as a challenge to motivate them… but he could see now that it was just demotivating to give a beginner something that was so likely to cause them to fail.
Abigail, rushed past him into a room and slammed the door as she got on her own fitness clothes as Jack was setting up the course and occasionally popping into the kitchen to get something started for dinner. Trevor felt like he needed to take his lumps for this, wondering to himself how many people were still obese today because he didn’t give them enough support and encouragement all of those years ago. Happily at least, he was starting to not really feel so full from the pizza.
He was grateful for the salad. He needed a little bit of a break from belly-busting meals for at least a couple of hours. It was going to allow him to feel more like himself, well it would when he could finally get off this ridiculously tight clothing.